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as a child there's nothing cooler than a kid who gets subjected to evil experiments and gains special abilities. it's even cooler if these abilities also cause unfathomable suffering to use/against others. children love stories like this.
The children yearn to be Mewtwo
If you die are you gonna be buried or cremated
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It’s been about half a year since the magical girls showed up and started protecting the city. You hadn’t thought much of them until you walked in on your son detransforming in his bedroom.
When you have children, you hear from time to time about parents that have stumbled into awkward situations because they didn't knock on the door before entering. Philip had never put much thought into it, not because he didn't care for Mike's privacy, but because it didn't cross his mind that his son could have something to hide.
So when he casually walks into the bedroom full of space-themed memorabilia, he freezes in his tracks at the sight of a girl just standing in the center of it, her back to him. He recognizes her on sight, with her black hair tied into ridiculously long pigtails, the little planet models bobbing and weaving around her head, and the frilly skirt that Martha often complained was too short to be fighting the monsters that had started showing up half a year ago.
That's the goddamn magical girl Celestina standing in his son's bedroom.
And then, before he can even think to ask what the hell she's doing in his house, there's light. Not like the bulb flickering on, but rather the heroine's whole body is suddenly covered in multicolored lights that flash like a very pastel rave, sparkles and all. He actually has to shield his eyes from how bright it is.
He only drops his hand when the lightshow stops, and there's still spots in his vision from staring at it directly in the first place.
"Dad?!" a voice screeches. A familiar voice. Philip's head snaps in attention, blinking quickly as he recognizes his son standing right where Celestina had been. "What are you doing in my room?!"
Now, Philip has always prided himself in being chill. The cool dad, some might say. He is just a normal guy, coasting by in his suburban home, taking care of his wife and son.
He's impressed with himself regardless when he doesn't shout in shock, processing. The naive part of him wants to believe that this is just a coincindence. That Celestina just so happened to be standing right where his son was standing now, some sort of teleportation magic, hell does he know what the magical girls can do. Another foolish part tries to tell himself that he hallucinated the whole thing! Why would a heroine be in his house anyways, right?! That's insane!
"D... dad?" Mike asks hesitantly across the room, his voice shaking like he's afraid. "I— It's not what it looks like."
Right. Said every teenager ever. Okay, no problem. Philip is cool. So so fucking cool with this. Because the only other explanation, the distressingly insane explanation, is that his son, the baby boy he'd held in his arms and took to the planetarium just this past weekend, the young man with a perfect school record who's grades had taken a mysterious dip this semester, was one of the magical girls saving the city this whole time.
"You're grounded," are the immediate words that slip from his mouth, more reflexive than a result of his very careful reasonable processing. Mike's face falls.
Shoot, he hadn't meant to say that. But how does one go about learning that your son is the person that's been flying around beating up those terrifying monsters right under your nose?
"I mean..." Philip takes a deep, stabilizing breath, letting it wash over his frazzled mind. "No. Not grounded. Not yet. Maybe. Mike, son, please tell me you're not magical girl Celestina."
"... I'm not magical girl Celestina."
To his credit, Mike tries very hard to lie to his face, but god, his son is a terrible liar. It's a wonder he's gone this long without this secret coming to light. Philip takes another breath so he doesn't burst into hysterical laughter.
"Okay. Okay..." Philip starts, looking at the ceiling for answers. The old glow-in-the-dark stars stare right back at him. He nods to himself. "Look, Mike... Celestina? Your mother and I love you so much no matter what you choose to be, man or woman—"
"Dad, I'm not— I'm not trans," Mike interrupts his very heartfelt monologue. Philip nods.
"Yes, of course. But if you were—"
"I'm not! Oh my god—"
"— There would be nothing wrong with that," Philip concludes. As he said, his son is an awful liar.
Mike groans, pressing his hands to his eyes. He stomps to him, pulling him the rest of the way into the room and closing the door forcefully. He almost grumbles at his son not to slam the door, but he figures they're both a bit high on adrenaline right now to care.
"Fine. Dad, I'm not trans. I'm a magical girl."
Philip, in all his wisdom, decides that his son — daughter? This is difficult...— must be in denial. Fine, no need to keep pushing. He'll tell him when he's ready. "I noticed. Your mother will want to have some words with you about your choice of dress."
Mike winces. "... Can we... not tell mom?" he asks hopefully.
Philip measures the pros and cons of not telling his wife. On one hand, he loves her very much, and he reckons she ought to know... plus, she'd definitely put him in the dog house if she found out he knew and didn't tell her, but on the other hand, Mike looks so damn scared still. He's heard it's not right to 'out' kids without their consent. Does that apply when your son-maybe-daughter is a magical girl?
So, Philip makes a choice. He sighs. "Alright. I won't tell her yet. But only if you tell me everything."
"Everything?"
"Everything, Mike. And no more sneaking out. You will text me whenever you go out to do your" —he gestures at his son with a hand wave— "thing."
Mike grumbles, but he looks relieved that he isn't in trouble. That's because Philip is being merciful. Now, when Martha figures it out, that'll be another story. "Okay..."
"Now." Philip sits on the edge of the bed, the NASA comforter dipping under his weight. He pats the spot beside him. "How does one become a magical girl?"
His son smiles. Oh well, at least he'll have that memory when his wife inevitably finds out and kicks him to the couch.
Just got the chance to finish the new episode, I so so love Ren this season, hope they win because they are literally so cute!🌹💜)
(Little speedpaint for y'all, pre-editting bc I use Clip Studio for that other part
And we’re back, baby! Miraculous fanfic inception- Spiderverse, but if it were involving all of the Miraculous Ladybug AU's here on Tumblr.
That being said, I have a couple of ground rules that I need to put in place (so that it can stay up).
First off, this won’t operate like a regular au, seeing as how most of these au’s aren’t mine. I don’t plan on doing much in the way of writing a full length story for this (like I’m doing with Miraculous Coccinella). Maybe just a couple of comics. I’m hoping this will act as a creative springboard for everyone seeing this to create their own stories/artwork.
Feel free to send me your head cannons on how specific au’s depicted here might interact! (I have some fun ones in mind already)
I won’t be answering asks about adding specific au’s. Just assume all au’s are included in this, but I won’t be making comics for/theorizing about au’s that aren’t already in this artwork. Please don’t send me asks about au’s outside of this artwork in connection with this concept (not because I don’t love other au’s as well, but just for my own mental sanity).
Please do create your own artwork/stories based off of this concept! If you’re thinking you would love to explore how your au would fit into all of this, create your own art, comic, story, text chain, you name it, exploring just that! Tag me so I can see!!!
Now with that out of the way- go forth! Have fun with this concept!
AU’s involved:
Cannon’s Miraculous Re-Verse (by Zag)
Re-verse AU by @revolutionary-thoy
Scarlet Lady AU by @zoe-oneesama
Lady Fairy AU by @beebeebombam
Miraculous Coccinella AU by me :)
Villain/Villains AU by @bigfatbreak
Dad Villain AU by @bigfatbreak
Bakery “Enemies” AU by @buggachat
Lovey Bug AU by Miraculous Tumblr (jump-started by @pisoprano @wolflover2426 and @blur0se).
Miraculous Apprentice AU by @goatlilly
Lil hatchling drawing!
as a trans man, so many of the things cis men consider to be “emasculating” are so fucking funny. you are our gender’s weakest soldier. you would kill yourself if you were a trans man for a day. how are you going to tell me I’m ‘not a real man’ and then start cheating on your wife because she makes more money than you and it makes you feel ‘emasculated’? your masculinity is as fragile as a champagne glass and you’re throwing stones? lmfaoooo
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Look, it’s a weird hill to die on, especially when I don’t really explain, but children deserve to experience fear, disgust, and discomfort in safe scenarios where they can process those sensations.
Media for children used to be scary and that’s important.
“Since it is so likely that (children) will meet cruel enemies, let them at least have heard of brave knights and heroic courage. Otherwise you are making their destiny not brighter but darker.” ― C.S. Lewis
Fascinated by the people who comment on online recipes like
"I tried making this vegetable dip! I didn't have mayo so I just used low fat yogurt instead, and we are doing keto so I replaced the sour cream with lard. My husband is deathly allergic to citrus fruit so to get the same tang I added vinegar instead of lime juice. I used pancake mix instead of garlic, and since I didn't have salt, pepper, paprika, onion powder, parsley, or dill, I substituted with pumpkin spice and ground-up civet skull. My husband hated it :( I don't know what I did wrong."
Well ma'am, first of all, you made the Dip of Theseus.
vampires are so full of shit. "oh the human race is beneath us, you're just livestock to us" I don't think you know what livestock is. do you feed us? care for us? protect us from predators? no. you just slink around dark alleys and ambush people. that's not what a higher being does. that's a bottom feeder. a parasite. karate punches your head off
The thing that really boils my potatoes about AI in general is that I have been a creative professional for over a decade now and the devil has ALWAYS been in the details. Big and small, I've had single-person businesses rip me to shreds over how their colors turned out on newsprint, and have worked with huge companies with THICK brand guidelines with every detail of their brand identity laid out and enforced with an iron fist.
But I guess all of that stuff doesn't matter anymore? Who gives a fuck if this AI generated baby has six fingers, that mom-and-pop shop is still going to use it. That rug from Temu says Happy Thanksgivirg? Oh well haha it's just a silly funny thing now (nevermind that you never would have given a B-grade item from a craft show the same consideration). I don't actually care that the AI Coca-cola ad has a truck that changes size every scene, but I can't help but think about how, if it had been some poor underpaid artist, they would have been laughed out of the building.
I don't really know how to put it in a succint way but it just feels all the more obvious how much more grace and flexibility has always been possible but never offered.
I feel the people complaining about the whole 'power of friendship' ending in Hazbin S2 not matching 'the vibe of the show' have just been watching the show with their eyes closed. The whole time they've been showing us that a BIG part of redemption, the main objective of the series, comes from friendship, love, and empathy, as well as how those bonds can make us want to be better.
We see it in both small moments and big (Think songs like Loser Baby, Out for Love, Easy, The Show Must Go On, More than anything, and even the little snippet in Speedrun to Redemption), as well as in characters themselves and their arcs (Like Angel, Cherry, Sir Pentious, and, of course, Charlie). The show has ALWAYS been about hope, both finding it and giving it to others, and what greater source of hope is there than knowing you aren't alone? And what better motivation to be better than to be better with the ones you love? I think people tend to forget the message because it's an adult show, but in our turbulent times, isn't it even more important to get it out?
And in the end, it's not like they all participated in the S2 finale due to the 'power of friendship' in the sense that, obviously, they aren't all friends. Not only do the overlords agree not to talk about what happened, but the Vees continue to be villains to our main cast. I personally saw it more as a 'look the hope being inspired by this group of actual friends who are fighting for one more day, it even inspired other sinners into helping'.
That is, however, my opinion. I might try to make a full essay when I have more time lol
Ughh the impulse to write a Mexican magical school for a HP fic is so fucking strong
doesn't it piss you off that you have to find something to eat every single day. every one of them. just every day. you gotta eat something
ONE single tumblr character analysis post shared on twitter was all it took to remind me of my roots omg.. like this site is on a whole other (higher) level of media literacy, i can’t believe how much i’ve been neglecting it
crotch is literally the most comfortable place to lay your hands. especially with thighs pressing on them. but im scared people will think im a pervert of sex
