suits deserve to be more known

I had a really cool idea

What if there was an episode in Miraculous Ladybug where Adrien has a fencing competition, during the semifinals/finals this really snobbish guy who’s known to be very good is put up against him and Adrien wins. So that guy turns into an akuma and him and Chat Noir have a really cool fencing fight but with no protection except there suits.

I think Chat Noir deserves more credit and it would a great opportunity for it.

brachial-saur  asked:

Prompt: Sam losing it and flying through the night sky after Riley fell. Just soaring away from his emotions, with the moonlight on his wings... (My apologies for sadness)

He gets one last flight.

He’s not allowed, technically, but he doesn’t have to give his wing pack back until the morning and he doesn’t see the harm in it.

It’s not like he has anything to lose anyway.

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Every Letter (2/10)

Summary: A pen pal writing assignment connects a young Emma Swan with her best friend Killian Jones. Life sends many hardships their way, but their friendship remains solid through the years. As they both grow older and begin to realize what they want out of life, will their letters be enough? (On AO3.)
Rating: T
Word count: ~7500
Ch1 - Ch2 - Ch3 - Ch4 - Ch5 - Ch6 - Ch7 - Ch8 - Ch9 - Ch10 [Pt1] - Ch10 [Pt2]

 

She wanted to write to Killian immediately, but recovering from childbirth was more taxing than she’d expected. For nearly two weeks she was lethargic and sore and maybe more than a little cranky.

The only times her mood improved was when it was time for visits with Henry. She would hold him tightly and mumble nonsense against his skin and trace her fingertips across his eyelids and nose and cheeks as he nursed. Breastfeeding was possibly her favorite thing to do. Emma had been warned that plenty of mothers struggled with getting their children to latch, but her sweet little babe was a pro right off the bat.

Emma unashamedly cried every single time visiting time ended, feeling envious toward the foster parents who were lucky enough to spend every day with him. Eventually, she managed to compose herself and let her mind linger away from her child just long enough to give her friend a thought.

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Jumin Han X MC Domestic Headcanons

no one asked yet here they are lmao <3

i really had to write some cute hc’s for jumin x mc that don’t focus on jumin’s possessiveness or supposed hypersexuality because there is so much more softness to his character and feelings for mc canonically, so here are my imagines for jumin and mc being fun and cultured af domestic partners

[This is POST-ROUTE. theres not any spoilers, but i am following the direction of the character-development in the story]

he LOVES classic jazz. Especially Duke Ellington and John Coltrane. He has a fair collection of jazz records, and you often stir from your sleep to the sound of them playing in the other room in the early morning as he has coffee and gets ready for his day.  One night, you find them and put them on as you prepare dinner…

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Bragging Rights

Belle French/Mr. Gold, Rated Explicit

[AO3 link]

Summary: Based on the prompt: After having sex Mr. Gold excuses himself to the restroom. When he’s out of the room Belle quickly calls Ruby & raves on about how fantastic Mr. Gold is in bed. Belle does not realize that Gold is hearing the whole conversation. Set in some AU Storybrooke, no curse.

Note: I didn’t do the prompt exactly, more in spirit. This is mostly because self-loathing, woobie!Rumple showed up and I couldn’t say no.


Gold sighed as the pounding of his heart finally ebbed and his breathing returned to normal. His body was still humming with the lingering effects of his orgasm, but it was more of a quietly blissful feeling than the roar it had been even just a moment ago. Beside him, Belle French made a small noise as she stretched. He turned his head just a little and looked at her, smiling.

“Alright?” He asked softly.

She hummed and sighed, in what seemed to be a happy way.

“I’ll take that as a yes?” He asked, trying to seem casual and confident.

“Yeah, fine,” she said quickly, and rolled away, sitting up on the side of the bed facing away from him. She slid off the bed as he sat up, and then bent to pick up her shirt. As she quickly slipped her arms into the blouse, a hard lump settled in his gut.

She was leaving.

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Compliments for the Signs
  • Aries: I love your energy, you really make yourself known when you walk in a room.
  • Taurus: you deserve the best life has to offer, and all the time in the world to savor it.
  • Gemini: I appreciate everything you've done for me, I know you work hard.
  • Cancer: your sensitivity makes you such an amazing friend, I love spending time with you.
  • Leo: you deserve to be recognized for everything that you do, because you do it so well and the limelight suits you.
  • Virgo: more people should let themselves admit that you're right. On the flip side, no one blames you if you're wrong once in a while.
  • Libra: you're desirable because people are drawn to your energy. You're genuinely chill and it's a beautiful thing.
  • Scorpio: your intensity makes you lovable, and your passion is a virtue.
  • Sagittarius: you don't need to put so much effort into the way you appear to the world, because the way you are naturally is enough.
  • Capricorn: you're more than capable of doing everything you've ever wanted, so you deserve to take some time to yourself!
  • Aquarius: people love to hear the knowledge you have to share, the time you spent with your head in the clouds was well spent
  • Pisces: the way you think with your heart isn't detrimental, it's a virtue that earns you respect!
hope (pike/percy)

This came out of nowhere, and was supposed to be something like a 500 word ficlet. Instead, it’s 1700 words of faith and hope and tentative emotion. 

(40 for 40 index)

He’s not sure how he hears it, or how he knows it isn’t a hallucination brought on by death. (His own death, felled by necrotic magic, feeling his life essence slip away … his only thought at the time is “I wish I’d had the time to be better” before everything ends.) He only knows, when he wakes up on the cold, wet ground, that he can hear her whisper in his ear.

“I love you.” Pike’s voice is steady, but there’s an undertone of panic. “I have for a while now. And I will sacrifice any future hope of having that love returned if you will only just come back, Percy.” She pauses. When she speaks again, her voice is louder, pitched to carry farther than just the two of them. “Do you hear me, Sarenrae? This is my sacrifice. My hope for his life. Take it.”

When he wakes, Percy sees Pike leaning over him. Her eyes are wet, and her hand grips her holy symbol so hard that he expects she’ll have an impression of it in her palm for a while yet. “Welcome back,” she says, and her voice only holds the slightest tremble. “Don’t do that again, okay?”

“I’ll …” Percy winces, the magic backlash flooding into his head all at once. “I’ll try.”

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