cats in outer space

Things apparently not too silly for Warcraft

  • cow people that can turn into cats
  • british werewolves that can turn into cats
  • kalecgos fucked the sunwell
  • the night elves blowing up kalimdor because their queen was horny and wanted to fuck a demon
  • blue russian hooved davy jones baras from outer space
  • magic space mummies
  • gnomes
  • goblins
  • egyptian cat centaurs
  • elune fucked a deer
  • varian wrynn split into two people and did the super saiyan fusion dance to become whole again
  • alexstrasza’s outfit
  • illidan’s outfit
  • have you seen what malfurion stormrage looks like

Things apparently too silly for Warcraft

  • pandas

ifirestone  asked:

Hi! If you're still taking prompts I was wondering if you could do “What? No. I wasn’t aiming for your hand. I was reaching for the, uh- popcorn.” with Adrienette? I just found your writing and I absolutely adore it

Thanks!!  I hope you like this, it’s a bit outside my normal style and it got a bit out of hand.



Adrien leaned against the back of his white couch, and wished for the millionth time that it was less ‘contemporary European’ and more ‘overstuffed luxury’. Still, he did have his own couch and home theater system in his bedroom, so he figured that he had no business complaining.

Even if his friend (girlfriend?!) did look incredibly stiff and uncomfortable sitting on his admittedly stiff and uncomfortable couch.

He rubbed the back of his neck, searching for something to say as the trailers played.  “So, uh, did you want some popcorn, maybe?”

Marinette jumped a little bit, and blinked.  A lot.  “Yeah, pop-, popcorn, good!”

“Oh-kay.  I’ll just text Nathalie, and let her know.”  He did just that, and smiled conspiratorially as he tucked his phone back into his pocket. “She promised to smuggle the contraband up here.”

She looked confused, and as he’d hoped, it was enough to distract her from whatever had her so stiff.  “Contraband?”

“Popcorn is not on my list of approved snacks,” he said, shrugging.  “But Nathalie is an excellent accomplice, when she wants to be.”

“Oh.  Well, that’s cool, right?”

“For sure!”

She smiled, but didn’t say anything else.

Why was she clamming up?  She hadn’t been like this with him in ages.  He cleared his throat.  “You said you haven’t seen this before, right?”

“What?  Yes.  I mean, no.”

His head tilted in confusion.  “Which is it?”

“Oh, ah, both, actually.”  She giggled nerviously. “Yes, you’re right, and no, I-I haven’t seen it before.”

“Oohh, okay.  Well, you’re going to love it.  It’s about a cat—from outer space!”

“I’d gathered that, actually, from the title.”  She eyed him thoughtfully.  “You’re kind of a dork, aren’t you?”

“Well, yeah, I guess—”

“OHMYGODICAN’TBELIEVEISAIDTHAT!”  She covered her face with her hands, and spoke between her fingers.  “I am so sorry, that was really rude!  Excuse me, I need to crawl beneath this sofa.”

He laughed, and gently pulled her hands from her face.  “It’s fine!  Honestly, it’s nice for someone to see me as something other than perfect.”  There was a knock at the door, and Adrien leapt up to get their popcorn.  “Perfect timing,” he said when he came back, pointing at the screen.  “It’s starting!”

“So it is,” she replied with another giggle.

He sat down in the middle of the couch, closer to Marinette than he’d been before, and kept the popcorn in his lap.  “Want some?”  He asked, knowing that she’d have to move closer still to reach it.

“Sure.”  She scooted over, until she was within easy reach of the large bowl.  

He smiled at his victory, and made a mental note to thank Alya for the suggestion.  “Help yourself, there’s plenty.”

She flashed him a smile, and sat back to watch the movie.  Periodically, she would reach blindly for another handful of popcorn, and eat it daintily, one piece at a time.  

Adrien found himself far more entertained by watching her, than he was by the movie.  She moved each piece to her mouth slowly.  Sometimes her lip would catch gently on the tips of her fingers; sometimes her hand would linger at her mouth, if she was particularly engaged in the movie. Adrien shifted a bit on the couch, in part to resettle the growing evidence of his interest in her mouth, and in part to surreptitiously move closer to her.

She didn’t notice.

Wow.  She must really be enjoying this movie

He frowned, watching her hand dip back into the bowl from the corner of his eye, and then he grinned.  When she was once more nibbling away at her popcorn, he moved his hand to the bowl, and left it there.  Sure enough, when she reached for more, her hand encountered his, and her startled gaze whipped to his face.

“Are you trying to hold my hand, Marinette?”    

Her face flushed an even deeper shade of red than it had been earlier, and he felt guilty for having flustered her. “What? No! I wasn’t aiming for your hand, I was reaching for the popcorn! Not—not that I wouldn’t want to hold your hand.  I mean, I would.  No!  I mean, ugh.  I’ll stop talking now.”

“Marinette, it’s ok!  I was just teasing you.”  His face heated, and he rubbed at the back of his neck again.  “To be honest, it was me.  I left my hand in the bowl, because I’m the one who wanted to hold yours.”

Her eyes widened, and he watched as she first paled, and then flushed scarlet.

“Marinette, are you ok?  Look, I won’t touch you if you don’t want me to—oof!”

He fell back onto the couch, the wind knocked from his lungs by the force of her body landing on his.  Or was the feeling of her lips on his that stole his breath?  Because her lips were definitely on his, and it was a feeling he hadn’t expected, but decided immediately that he liked.

A lot.

But, just as he found the wherewithal to wrap his arms around her, she pulled back with a squeak.

“OhmygodIcan’tbelieveIjustdidthat,” she whispered.  “I’m so sorry, kissing is very different from holding hands, and I tackled you and ohmygodkillmenow.”  She hid her face in her hands again.

Well, that was no good.  He didn’t want her to be uncomfortable, or embarrassed. “Actually, I think kissing is better than holding hands.”

Her hands dropped from her face as she regarded him in surprise.  Which would have been fine, really, except that she was still kneeling between his legs, and when her hands dropped, they landed…there.

Pain exploded low in his belly, and he jack-knifed himself into the fetal position, rolling off of the couch and hitting his head on the coffee table on the way down.

So, that just happened.

“Did I…was that…merde, Adrien, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m…fine,” he croaked, still cradling the family jewels.  

“Did I just, uh…”

“Ye-up.”

She stood.  “I’ll just—I’ll just show myself out.”

“What?”  He pushed himself up from the floor, still moving gingerly, and stood as well.  Man, she’d really nailed him.  “No, I don’t want you to leave.”  

“You—you don’t?”

“I mean, not unless you want to.”

“Oh.  But I—”  She gestured helplessly toward his crotch, and flushed crimson again.

“It’s ok, really.  I know it was an accident.”  He stepped a little closer to her, and brushed her hair back out of her eyes. “And—and I really would like to kiss you again.”

She blinked in surprise, and her lips parted.  

“May I?”

She nodded, and he smiled as he lowered his face to hers.

“Imagine, if you can, four things that have very different sizes. First, the entire universe. Second, the planet Earth. Third, the nucleus of an atom. Fourth, a superstring. The step in size from each of these things to the next is roughly the same, twenty powers of ten.”
     ―   Freeman Dyson