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lowkeyrobin · 1 month

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hello! i absolutely love your writing and i was wondering if you could do something with mcyts, especially slimecicle and foolish (if you can’t think of anything for them don’t feel pressured! i don’t mind), and anyone else you want to write for x a reader that has a career in musical theatre? maybe something about them seeing shows reader is in and just overall hyping them up? feel free to ignore this, it’s just a little thought i had! have a good day 🫶

oooo yeah sure!! ; idk much ab musical theater but I tried lmao ; also added tommy bc I had leftover ideas + I was mostly only focused on charlie and foolish lol

MCYT ; musical theater

includes ; tommyinnit, slimecicle, & foolish gamers

warnings ; language

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

"mean girls musical?? the fuck"

"my show is better, L"

he's secretly your biggest fan let's be honest

CHARLIE SLIMECICLE

he'll sit off somewhere you won't see him after the first night so he can just stare at you without you noticing, since you like to tease him about it afterward

taking pictures of you then posting them during the show like hyping you up and talking about the plot

there's one of you singing and looking up toward the sky and he posted a tweet w a pic that says "me praying to god" and it dramatically left the mcyt circle 💀

he'll go and watch the source material before show dates just to see what you're performing and he'll talk about the plot with you

"why the hell are you walking down the yellow brick road?? THERES AN EVIL WIZARD, GO THE OTHER WAY???"

he shuts up immediately when you're practicing vocals at home just to listen to you

sometimes he'll buy extra tickets last minute to get you guys some more money LMAO

he definitely helped with prop making idc

at least painting the backgrounds and set things

your biggest supporter istg

always hyping you up

helps you improv act within the character to get used to the character themselves to not make them another version of you

he can sing too, so yk damn well he's helping you sing/getting into another character to help you rehearse the singing parts at home

shows up to every show to cheer you and your colleagues on

he's all smiles and like in a trance watching you on stage

like literal stars in his eyes

after every show he gives you the biggest hug and literally bombards you with compliments

he's secretly taking pictures and recording the whole way through, he doesn't care about those rules /j

attempts to try on your outfit/s at home if you get to take them with you as well

he can literally pull off anything wtf

it's like that video of mckenna grace and aryan simhadri where they're both wearing red dresses and they both killed it like?? okay, power couple who??

he's always posting shit ab you online as well, pictures videos, just talking about how cool you are etc

you two do theater karaoke every once in a while on stream and its the funniest thing

FOOLISH GAMERS

"how do you sing like that??"

"magic"

also tries on your outfits 💀

if you're in newsies... it's over

he seems like the biggest newsies fan for some reason LMAO

he's always hyping you up before rehearsals/shows and showing off his support for you ❤️

he is mesmerized by your performance, hearts and stars in his eyes the whole time

you almost went on stage w his snapback on because you were messing around with your friends backstage 💀

the second you got a part in the mean girls musical, he was jumping up and down

he'd probably never seen the musical but 100% watched the original movie 9477391 times

you show off your theater singing to him every once in a while and he's just like 🤨😨

he gives the biggest hugs after a performance

"Oh my God that was awesome!!"

if there's any merch, yk damn well he's buying it

he'll watch your performances on stream as well 😭 just to show you off

your contact name is probably "Broadway star"

you have to make Broadway Baby jokes after that (broadway baby was abby lee millers dog back in the day, only dance moms haters would get it 😔🙏)

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt x reader #mcyt preferences #mcyt oneshot #mcyt x gn reader #tommyinnit x reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader #they/them reader #charlie slimecicle x reader #slimecicle x reader

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onlyseokmins · 2 years

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limbo • w.j.h.

Pairing: wen junhui x afab!reader

Genres: smut (minors dni!), afterlife!au

Warnings: this is kinda plot heavy not good smut but lezzgo just in case 😭 um daggers (no knife play tho dhdjjs), lil bit of threats and maybe violence, junhui deserves a warning himself I think he's hot, tying up/tentacle play kind of but it's shadows um like idk how to describe it 🤡 supernatural things!, biting 🦷, mentions of blood, death, lil bit of angst but I'm fluffy as usual <3, lots of mentions of souls and afterlife shenanigans, thigh riding, mirror sex, pls forgive me and just hmu if I missed smth

WC: 2.5k

A/N: for the lovely @katetattoolover <3 mwah I hope you enjoy this even if my brain died halfway writing it ndksksks another unplanned thing but limbo is just too powerful... Also for my huihuis mwah ILY... Idk how to describe this but I'm in a spooky mood bc of Halloween fics so this kind of played into it ig? I just like the plot 😭😅

If you were in heaven or hell, you didn't know. And you didn't care.

The fact of the matter was that you did know where you were.

Limbo.

The great boundary between worlds. Soul suspended, unable to leave. Not until you made a decision based on the knowledge gathered about your death that you learned here.

Neither heaven, hell, or earth.

A bleary place full of everything and nothing. Guarded and watched over by the enigmatic figure whose dark eyes were trained on you.

Blonde tresses tinged with white highlights are smoothly swept up in a ponytail to display his ears where little diamond studs twinkle like stars. When you'd first met him at the gates, he'd been wearing what you could only presume as combat armor, despite its lack of protection across his midriff. Vainly showing off his well-defined abs.

Now, he's donning a ruffled white blouse that looks like something old paintings of the founding fathers would have been dressed in. It suits him though, the v-cut down the front granting a delicious view of his décolletage and scorched ends adding to his devastating visuals.

You wonder how no one has succeeded in brutally attacking him with how exposed his outfits were but you suppose his eerie beauty is enough to render anyone immobile. Besides, even when his disinterested gaze shifts from you to the large glass of what you hope is simply wine, you can feel the shuddering intensity of the power he holds. Dangerous enough that it causes even your soul's shape to ripple in the stagnant air.

"You're a curious one, you know? Most are on their knees, begging for mercy."

"Is that what you prefer? Begging?"

The red liquid swirls as his fingers tap against the side of the glass. Silver hand jewelry accentuating the veins on his hands sparkles under the low, candlelit glow of the chandelier and matches the smirk that grows on his red lips.

"Only from those who dare to threaten my authority."

A silver, pearl-encrusted dagger lays on the floor between his golden throne at the table of gluttony and where you stand defiantly down on the concrete floor. Your wrists are bound together in front of you by a writhing strand of black shadows that spew out tiny hisses, much stronger than they look.

"I told you, I don't know where that came from. It's not mine!"

"Oh but darling," he laughs — though it's without humor, "it is."

You bare your teeth like a wild, caged animal. "I don't know a single thing! I just arrived here, someone has to be framing me, that dagger is not mine!"

Heeled boots create an echoing thud through the room that seems to enlarge and shrink at the same time. He bends down to pick up the dagger, turning it in his hands and inspecting it.

"This definitely belongs to you."

You stomp your foot. "No, it does n — "

"Because it was originally mine."

Your breath catches in your throat. Not just in response to his statement but because of the sharp point of the dagger inches away from your jugular. You may be an incorporeal existence now but fear fails to leave your instincts. Especially with a powerful entity's threats that could truly hurt you.

"Do you want a new life that bad?" he questions and for some reason he almost sounds… wistful? You're able to feel the cold steel against your chin as he taps the dull side of the dagger underneath it so you meet his searing, scarlet irises with a wide-eyed gaze. "That can't be it. There should only be one reason why you're standing before me."

"... Which is?"

"To return to your rightful place."

You attempt to take a step back but the shadows under his control swirl around your feet, anchoring you in place as he leans in.

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

"To come back to me. My queen."

"What?"

"The only other rightful ruler of Limbo." He's close enough that you can smell the sweet but smokey scent emanating from him, the dagger still poised between the two of you. "Allow me to remind you, my beloved."

Shadow wisps tickle your cheeks, encouraging you to close your eyes as they wrap around you. You think you should be terrified, screaming and struggling in protest. But the caresses of darkness welcoming you have nostalgia entangled within. A strange but familiar sense of comfort has you willingly grant them access into your mind to reawaken suppressed memories of a past life.

An arranged marriage. Heavy crowns. Lovelessness. A kiss stolen under the stars. Satin silk sheets. A dagger decorated with pearls. A promise, an oath. Blood. A chained box. Death. A name.

"Junhui," you breathe out.

"My love," he affirms with a hushed whisper of your own name.

Your eyes reopen with a glow, drinking in his features with a different sense of appreciation. One that holds recognition and fondness. Utter longing.

"How did this happen?"

He gently takes your hand, releasing your hands from the bindings and leads you up the stairs.

"After the soldiers cut me down, I found myself here. Searching for you, for a sign. Instead I found this." The ornate chair next to the one he was sitting on holds an old, beaten-up wooden box with heavy silver chains. It lies open but empty. "The higher beings told me I would have to wait and be patient… that I would have absolutely no doubts when you finally arrived."

You take the dagger he holds out to you, the same as you did on that fateful yet tragic night. Fragmented memories piece together the events that led up to your demise. Frantically digging a hole to hide the box containing the written love notes exchanged between your lover. The dagger should've joined them but the devastating news your personal maid delivered to you was buried into your body instead of the ground. Infused to become a part of your soul.

A sob unwittingly escapes. "For how long?"

"Too long." Junhui sighs. "I lost count thousands of years ago."

"I'm so sorry — "

"Don't. You've come to me now and that's all that matters."

"Jun…"

"Welcome to my lost world," he wipes away the tears that trail down your cheeks. "I've built it all for you, my queen. No one can defy or separate us now."

It is not the paradise you envisioned in your mortal lives nor the nirvana your soul imagined it'd be sent to. But that didn't matter because you realize that what you've always wanted — who you've always needed — was standing before you. Welcoming you with an open embrace.

"So, what happens now?"

"We must ensure that your soul is bound here… and to me so it won't move on or disappear… if that is what you want. You must make a choice."

You brush the strand of hair that escaped from his ponytail behind his ear. "What choice is there to make? I want to stay with you, to be with you. What must I do to make that happen?"

Junhui bites his lip. With a deep breath, he walks you over to where a shattered mirror sits in the corner. You try to hold back a scream and whimper instead, watching through the cracked glass as Junhui's arms wrap steadily around you — but nothing of you visible — in the reflection.

"Oh my g — "

"God can't help us now, beloved. He was never on our side to begin with." You nod pensively and Junhui continues. "Would you allow me to touch you, darling? Like before? I must bind your soul here and to do that, I will have to claim you as mine."

You turn to face him with a smile. "Aren't I already yours? Years ago, hidden under the veil of night?"

He beams back at you. "I take that as a yes, then?"

"Yes" rolls off your tongue and then Junhui's pressing his lips against yours. Running his tongue across your lips to seek permission, you chase his mouth as he walks backward until he's seated on his chair.

You fall against him, knees planting on either side of his thighs cushioned by the plushy surface. The ruffles on his blouse tickle your sudden bare skin and you pull away, looking at him in shock.

"Special privileges," he smirks devilishly, "I can manipulate the Limbo landscape quite easily so making your soul bare for me takes little effort."

"Will I be able to do the same?"

"Of course, my queen. And more." He takes your hand and places it over his chest. "But it's not like you need any powers to strip me, my dear. And I hope you'll use those kinds of powers on no one else but your king."

It's an invitation you would never refuse. The sound of tiny buttons and the clatter of the dagger hitting the floor fill the room as you rip off his shirt and slide it down his shoulders. Your hand trails down his pecs to the abs you were graced with upon your arrival, following the defined veins that disappear into his pants. He halts you when you start to slide down and you frown.

"I thought you liked people begging on their knees?"

"I do… but only in certain cases. Perhaps we can save that for another time, I'm supposed to be worshiping you, my love. Encouraging you to stay with me. Uniting our souls."

You want to tell him that you would not leave no matter what. But you know the strange workings of the afterlife and anything before, between, and after have strict rules that must be followed.

So, you relent. Letting him take control, peppering your upper body with kisses as he runs his fingers up and down the sides of your body. Committing it all to memory once more. Though you are no different to him than you were centuries ago.

The sting of coldness from his rings and fancy jewelry comes as a shock. Junhui feels you jolt against his hold and pauses, looking up at you from where his head is positioned between the valley of your chest.

"Are you okay?"

You nod, explaining the sensations, and he smiles contently; resuming his journey across the curves of your body. The soft material of his pants press against your center as you slowly begin to sink down on his thigh, submitting to the thrall of pleasure. As he tenses the thick muscle, you feel the breath of his snort when he guides your hips to move.

Sharp teeth graze the supple skin of your breasts and you furrow your brow, fingers running across his equally razor-edged jawline as you gently push his head back. Lidded eyes gaze at you with a lust-filled yet yearning look as you inquisitively explore his mouth.

Marveling at the same features you'd gawked at in your previous life, all motions halt as your lover dutifully lets you run your finger across his fangs. Earlier, his tongue had focused on tangling within your mouth in fear of potentially slicing you.

But as you prick your thumb on the point of his left canine tooth, no pain and no blood comes as you are neither dead nor alive. Giggling, you press a kiss on the mole right above it and gleefully show him.

"You can't hurt me."

"Not yet," he winks and encourages you to move your hips again. "As long as you're nice and wet, it won't."

"I don't think pain exists here."

He frowns, eyes darkening. "It does. I was so very lonely. It deeply hurt and ached so much that I slowly became numb. But all of that is a distant thought, overshadowed by you in my arms and on my lap."

You kiss his nose next. "I don't want you to feel lonely anymore. I'm here to stay with you for the rest of eternity."

He turns you around and you gasp. What once was reflected in the empty, cracked mirror now shows a depraved image. Junhui's hands move faster, one hand moving down to spread your cunt open for you to see while the other fondles your tits.

Leering over your shoulder, he harshly sucks on your neck before biting down lightly. You moan. Head thrown back as his fangs pierce you but once again, no pain is felt and no blood is spilled. Just pure bliss and pleasure.

"Look at you," Junhui praises. "Look at how beautiful you are when you finally sit on this throne."

By throne, he must mean his cock. The diamond encrusted belt is slipped off and dropped on the floor, his fingers busy as he unzips his pants. You feel his hard length slap against your back, having shifted forward to give him space to move.

His shadows aid him, lifting you up a decent amount and playing with you a bit to stretch you out before they ease you down on his thick girth. You throw your head back against his other shoulder and he takes the opportunity to lick up the opposite side of your neck. Biting as he pleases.

You both let out synonymous moans when he bottoms out, gasping at how fiery his gaze is that it's almost melting the glass of the mirror as he stares you head-on.

"Your beauty shines in this abyss."

If you could, you'd ride him into oblivion but the burning stretch of his thick cock is overwhelming enough that even your supernatural body cannot escape the plethora of pleasure surging as your hole clenches tight around it. Luckily, the shadows sweep forward at his beckon once more, tendrils wrapping around your ankles in the effort to assist your feeble movements.

It's far from scary because they are just another part of him. Curling around your nipples, brushing tenderly at your cheek, tickling your clit… yet it feels like Junhui's hands are all over you. Even though you know he hasn't moved away from your hips as your nails dig into his forearms from the intense up and down motions, ass slapping against his thighs.

You can feel a distinct power surge — twisting and turning as your drooling figure becomes more and more defined in the melting mirror. The Limbo is welcoming the long awaited queen into its domain, accepting the share of powers as the king ravages his beloved on the very throne he once spent decades crying upon.

"You are mine, aren't you, my queen?"

"Yes, I am yours… my king," you huff out, surrendering to your climax with an otherworldly scream as your soul adjusts to its newfound abilities as he joins you in a blazing release deep within your cunt.

Sweat makes your skin glisten as you lay in Junhui's arms panting. The shadows come forth once more — at your command — solidifying into an elegant black outfit.

The king hums in approval. "No crown is needed to represent your authority, but I will give whatever gems and riches you desire."

"I want nothing but you."

"Isn't it funny? Alive, I could offer you nothing but now in this realm of ours — anything is possible."

You kiss his forehead, smiling extra sharply with your newly acquired fangs. "Thank you for waiting for me."

"Thank you for coming back." Junhui whispers against your lips. "Now we have the rest of eternity to make up for what we lost."

Bound together. Forever. In Limbo.

#ez.creates #svt smut #seventeen smut #kpop smut #junhui smut #wen junhui smut #jun smut #Pls forgive me for this it was fun while it lasted istg #svt.smut

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sapphic-agent · 5 months

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Hopefully, this ask won’t get you in trouble. If you feel it does, then feel free to disregard this. Or if you don’t feel comfortable or confident talking about it, cause it does involve talking about ships.

But it somewhat feels like Horikoshi for the later chapters seems to be catering for same sex pairings, like Midoriya always being around Bakugou, or Ochako’s most significant moments now being around Toga. At least to me.

And the fact he seems to be focusing on same sex pairings certainly isn’t the problem.

The problem is the fact is the pairings he’s focusing on are f****** shit!

BakuDeku is an angry asshole bossing around and being a d*****bag to a boy that has been conditioned to think so highly of his abuser. This is a hop, skip and a jump away from Stockholm Syndrome.

Togachako, imo, is slightly worse than BakuDeku (but not by much) simply because it’s a very one sided relationship where one partner always has to cater to the problems of the other with no sign of returned love or reciprocated love. I wouldn’t trust Toga to know when she’s had enough of my blood. Why should I believe she would know where to stop drinking Ochako’s blood? And despite the images throughout their fight, like Toga GROPING Ochako, Horikoshi, for some disturbing reason, tries SO hard to paint this as a CUTE couple. (Hell, the dude could be showing Toga literally EATING Ochako and somehow paint it as an endearing thing…)

Why is Horikoshi banking on these toxic forms of love for the LGBTQ when he’s had more HEALTHIER couples?!?

TodoDeku? Tsuchako? IidaDeku? Minachako?

Hell, there are other pairings that were literally already there!

MomoJirou!

Mirio and Amajiki!

It’s just…it’s baffling why BakuDeku and Togachako are paraded as these fantastic M/M and W/W ships when they are anything BUT.

I have a sapphic couple in their wedding dresses as my pfp and my user is sapphic-agent... I'd honestly be impressed if someone could accuse me of homophobia😆Feel free to submit any LGBTQIA asks :)

In the case of TogaChako, I just think Toga herself is queer-bait. Among BakuDeku and other queer ships becoming popular, good old Hori probably thought to himself, "What's the best way to capitalize on this?" without actually putting any thought or care into it (like with Bakugou's redemption once he started to become popular). So he made Toga canonically bisexual (I'm like 90% sure she wasn't originally intended to be bi as she was way more infatuated with Izuku than Uraraka initially). And she's bad rep to boot. Horikoshi is making his only canonically queer character a predator... that's not a good look.

I even like Toga. Or, I liked how much potential she had at the beginning of the series. She was original and I liked her quirk. He could have given her a lot of depth, but nah let's just make her creepy and a predator mfers will eat it right up... And he was right unfortunately.

What makes it worse is that Uraraka has to be at the center of Toga's advances (again, WHY THE GROPING PANEL). Idk if it's because she's the main girl or what, but she deserved better than this.

(Tbh, I know she's Izuku's LI, but her and Tsu are way cuter and a lot healthier than her and Toga)

BakuDeku I feel like is part of that queer-baiting. Look, the fact is that it will never be canon. We know it, the shippers know it (even if they feign delusion), and Horikoshi knows it. But that doesn't mean Hori isn't milking it for all its worth. Do you see how the shippers go nuts when Izuku and Bakugou are in the same panel together? The entire MHA feed will be filled with it here on Tumblr for weeks. They eat that shit up and Horikoshi knows that. That's part of the reason why he forced reconciliation between them, so that he'd have more content for them to froth at the mouth over.

#mha critical #bnha critical #anti bakudeku #anti togachako #queer baiting #anti bakugou katsuki #toga critical

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hellhound5925 · 6 months

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One shot (Idk why I always call them this because you know they’ll have more than one part but anyways…) - Sargent Hunter (Peep Captain Rex)

Warnings:

18+, Angst, Flirting, Smut, Yeah Idk I'm bad at warnings. Rex heartbreak 🫣 sorry but he's not gunna get the girl this time 😅

Masquerade (Part One)

Summary:

I'm going to use an OC's name who I have created in my mind but not written for yet, Circe for this fic but feel free to read it as whoever you want. I'm just not a fan of using y/n. Also you must know, I'm a huge Ghost fan and will be using their music specifically, Dance Macabre. That was definitely the inspo for this!

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When Hunter originally invited me...I honestly was going to say no...I mean its not that I don't like the guy because I do...I really do but, I felt like the only reason he asked me was because he felt like he had to....and now here I am...being stood up...

The air is filled with music as I lean against the pillar, watching as couples dance along. What a stupid idea...I knew he wouldn't come...why would someone like him be interested in someone like me... Glancing down at the cold glass in my hand, I watch as the condensation drips down the side. I swirl the glass, the soft clink of the ice against the glass hitting my ears as the whiskey swirls it around. Quickly downing the rest of it, I feel the need adjust my dress - which honestly was my new favorite - before glancing across the room in the large frameless mirror, my reflection (or the whiskey) providing me with a bit of confidence.

My dress is a bright red at the bottom and it makes it way up my body it obmres from that bright red, to black, to a deep blood red at my neck. The neckline comes to a point between my collar bones before splitting off into two thin straps that trace their way back over my collar bones and over the back side of my shoulders, plunging down my back. Crossing my arms that are covered to my elbow in black lacy gloves, I shiver briefly recalling that my back really is quite exposed.

My hair is braided with gold jewelry throughout, to one side of my head and falls in loose curls to my shoulder. The golden skull mask that reaches down my face stoping just above my painted red lips, shines in the lighting. I mentally thank Kirffing Maker no one can see the likely pathetic look on my face.

I watch through the mirror as Captain Rex of the 501st, dressed in a black and blue tux with silver accents, makes his way over to me. Rex was the first one I told about being invited by Hunter. His reaction was not one I had expected, it was like he was disappointed.

"Everything alright?" His voice is gentle and kind but not the one I was looking for. Sighing I turn to face him, "I think I'm being stood up." The smile on his face drops as he scans the room before turning back to me "Hunter didn't show?" I shake my head.

Rex hums to himself in thought, "You're welcome to join the boys and I if you want?" His kind gesture brings a smile to my face but I'm not really in the mood for Fives and Hardcase with their antics. "That's very kind Rex, but I think I'm alright for now" I flash him a small smile and watch as his eyes dart down to my lips for a moment.

His actions cause my smile to grow, "Starting to wish you had invited me Captain?" I tease. Rex and I are long time friends and often tease one another so naturally I couldn't help myself. However, I won't lie...he does look good in that suit...

Rubbing the back of his neck with one hand, he blushes like he's been caught, "No sir, but it's too bad Hunter's missing out." I roll my eyes and give him a playful shove back in the direction of the rest of the 501st. He laughs before giving me a lazy salute and starts to head back towards his battalion.

He stops suddenly and spins on his heel facing me again, "Circe?" "Yes Rex?" I sass, sort of not meaning to but also sort of meaning to. A grin spreads across his face as he strides back over to me, "Will you dance at least dance to one song with me?" he says rubbing his neck once again. I relax my shoulders and smile "Sure."

I offer him my hand in an overly exaggerated way. Rex chuckles and shakes his head at me before his gloved hand slides easily into mine. He gently leads me out to the dance floor, the bottom of my dress rustling behind me. He pulls my hand up to his shoulder while my other hand falls on his bicep, which is quite firm under my grasp. Looking into my eyes, they practically ask if he can touch me. He is always so respectful, one of the many qualities I always appreciated about him. Nodding my head, his hands fall gently on my waist making me feel tiny. I feel several sets of eyes on me, looking me over. I happen to notice Tup was blushing and smiling at me next to his partner - who was looking at me jealously.

Rex and I start to sway along to the music, bringing my attention back to him. For a moment, I'm out of breath as I look into his eyes. He ways such a good dancer, knowing exactly when he needed to step, or spin me around. I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face, it was so enjoyable. Swaying like this felt like floating on a cloud and I find myself closing my eyes, momentarily forgetting the bitter feeling in my stomach because Hunter didn't show.

But there it was...that tiny voice in the back of my head whispering thoughts of what it would be like if Hunter was in Rex's place. How would he hold me? His touch? Would it send shivers down my spine?

Rex huffs a gentle laugh, "I'm glad you are at least starting to enjoy yourself." Opening my eyes, I feel a bit of shame for thinking about Hunter in the present of Rex - especially because I'm pretty sure I know how Rex feels about me. I can't lie, a part of me had always been attracted to Rex but the other part of me knows we're better friends. Suddenly I realize how lose we are and he closes the gap, leaning in closer. A mix of his scent and alcohol on his breath reaches my nose, as a nervousness bumbles up from my stomach "I-uh-" I stutter before clearing my throat. He seems to understand and backs off sheepishly.

"I should uh- check on the others. Make sure they stay out of trouble" he says rubbing the back of his neck. He turns like he's about to walk away but stops suddenly. Looking down I realize I'm whats preventing him, hand firmly wrapped around his wrist. We both look down at my hand before making eye contact, and I let go of him.

"Rex, it's okay. I understand but please know you're like a brother to me." I'm sure my words stung but it was all I could come up with at the moment. With a curt nod, he makes his exit and I immediately guilt washes over me - Poor guy didn't deserve that but he'll understand. For a spit second, a part of me wishes I could change my feelings but my heart pulls me towards Hunter. It always has since that day...My eyes dart around the room and I realize I'm in the middle of the dance floor...alone. I mentally curse myself before deciding after that exchange it's time for another drink and some air.

Leaning against the bar, I order another whiskey on the rocks. While I wait for the bar tender to fill my order I tap my fingers on the bar impatiently. After a few moments, I curse myself for doing that because I did just get my nails done...

The bar tender pulls me from my thoughts by sliding the glass over to me, the ice clinking against the sides. I nod my thanks and take a sip. The burning liquid making it's presence known the entire way to my stomach, I welcome the feeling as if to punish myself for not being good enough for the man I'm crushing on.

Once my glass is empty, I slide it back across the bar and head towards the balcony. The elegance of the doors stops me in my tracks for a moment - this feels like a scene out of one of those cheesy holofilms I've been forced to watch with Echo before...I love him but this is so cliche. I grab the silver handles before gently pushing them open. The curtains sweep across the floor following the sudden air flow.

Part Two here.

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rudjedet · 2 years

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Could you describe or link some photos of historically accurate Egyptian clothing/makeup/jewelry? I can’t tell if some are accurate or not, and even though unheard somewhere that Ancient Egypt didn’t have the same taboos of the naked body like we did, I feel like some are just to…. sexualized? Maybe its just me but I feel like so many misrepresentations of clothing caused the modern perspective to be just full on breasts out but idk.

I'll link a PDF of Dr Vogelsang-Eastwood's excellent work on Pharaonic Egyptian clothing in a reblog of this later so that Tumblr doesn't hide the original, because I've got a few things to say about this that I'd like to be normally available.

So first of all, no, ancient Egyptians didn't really have taboos about nakedness. In fact they even used it for comedy value, children didn't wear clothes at all for the first few years of their lives, etc.

The origin of the "full on breasts out" look isn't so much sexualisation, though, as it is people misinterpreting Egyptian iconography. I have gotten so many asks about the "tits out" dress style; it's a mistake that's equally as honest as it is easy to make when you're not aware of Egyptian art conventions. Why would lay people assume that what they're looking at carved into stone or painted on a wall isn't true to reality if it, well, looks like it could be true to reality (and especially because we know e.g. the Minoans did have dress types where the breasts remained bare)? It's still something that's pretty easy to find out, mind you, but in this case it's not something that's going to make a lot of people do a double take and spur a Google search.

Obviously this is barring examples like slutty Cleopatra Halloween costumes, or those weird stock photos of (white) women in Halloween-grade "Egyptian" lingerie, or the artists who keep drawing goddesses like Hathor with a waist the size of my ankle and her tits hitched up to her earholes, and I think those may be the examples you're talking about? But functionally, the "boobs out" portrayal of Egyptian women is similar to depicting regular ancient Egyptian men wearing the nemes-headcloth: it comes from a place of ignorance, first and foremost. Do people then further sexualise this misrepresentation? Yes, that happens. That kind of orientalism/exotification is hard to banish, as evidenced by the above.

Just on its own though I don't see much wrong with it if people do depict ancient Egyptian women with their boobs out. It's just breasts. The Egyptians didn't think them immodest, so who are we to consider them immodest for them? And this goes for every culture past and present that doesn't get weird about tits. In the specific case of the dress with shoulder straps it's inaccurate, but at the same time there is a definite possibility that e.g. peasant women just wore skirts and not much more while working. The problem is, as always, the intent behind the portrayal. If it's exotification of the "swelteringly immodest forbidden sexiness" kind, then yes, we're gonna have considerable issues. Mistaken portrayal because someone didn't do their research as well as they should have? Eh, minor annoyance, but forgivable.

#egyptology #ancient egypt

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charaofthedead · 1 year

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ITS D O N E

I WAMMIE VON WAMMIE PRESENT MY NEW AU

now i know what your thinking ... wammie what in the ultimate grilled cheese are you talking about?! ok so ill explain the origins of this.

so one day i was watching an undertale cringe cop re-living the early days of the fandom with my boyfriend when i saw a woman sans and i had a brain blast and ran to ms paint and drew what isaw in my head and then i drew a chara n marph and then i drew a frisk then a papyrus then a flowey then an alphys but i decided to line, rework and color the first 4 but while i drew and lined i was listening to an old song from my childhood days .. lil johns get low and then i had an idea why not make the au about things i had when growing up and then listened to another song called oh oh oh sexy vampire and then transparent soul (the song) and more and more and i just let my imagination loose on this one! i really hope y'all enjoy what i have so far i really let my autistic obsessions came out on this one

plot summary

the aftermath of a world where everyone came together to fight off and end a genocide route a reward is given to those who fought a choice is given a choice is made to keep the underground safe it must be hidden.

sans

MOTHERLY LOVE

so yes sans is a girl i wont explain in lore reasons why but just know it was cuz of sans fan girls potentially LMAO this sans is quite different from your typical sans she enjoys ice fishing she loves to tinker with things and is even a professional gunsmith shes also a bit of an artist doing graffiti so shes more MOTIVATED than a normal sans but their still lazy but lazy with a mischievous child to take care of aka chara yes in this world chara is sans'es kid this does have lore explanation but i wont say it for now abiltys:{redacted]

chara an marph

DORKS

chara is strange to cuz im not sure what they are i mean i like to think their a bizarre vampire but also more of a devil this chara loves to cause may/ham cuz their a they/them who was revived 8 years ago and was taken in by sans the one who gave them life chara is of course and oddball creature of chaos but chara is also righteous and has a heart of gold their also a mega lameo dork

chara loves to spend time i with their best friend marph! they love to draw they think cars are super cool they also have a shared interest with sans and that's guns and art and they both love animation but chara hates ice fishing but still goes to spend time with their mamma

(also eyes may change color depending on mood idk)

abiltys:{redacted]

nickname:rose

now marph is marph he is a box who marphs around he is just a lil guy where he comes from no one really knows marph loves chara their best pals and they like to run around and mess with people marph loves pizza its their absolute favorite! marph can also store items he has infinite space within his box self

frisk

GAY

ok so frisk is also an oddball they LOVE vampires to quote their favorite son "Oh oh oh sexy vampire I'm falling in love ..So just bite me baby And drink all my blood (oh yeah) Sexy vampire I'm falling in love with you" as you can see frisk dresses a bit oddly well see i was trying to make them as 2009 internet fashion as possible while adhering to my own design philosophy they look fine but it may be remade but its fine for now but any way frisk is also a big dork nerding out about sonic or invader zim writing fanfics drawing ship art of their favorite ships they also love old technology and their really good at DDR their a total nerd who wont apologize for being them self and encourages others to be them self too well along as it doesn't hurt anyone this frisk is a pacifist to a point they will defend them self abiltys:metal hand

SNOWED UP TOWN

snowed up town is like snowed inn but bigger more advanced more monsters more buildings some with sans'es graffiti on them and then you have the train on the save roof i just think its neat it shows how big this underground is

SNOWED UNDERCITY

snowed undercity is a big downtown area of snowed up town its like an old 80s anime kinda city pop place lots going on never a dull moment there the light's, the music, the coziness the new have to get ridge leading to it it's the only way to get there and yes its by train and then below you have the void stream of hope and dreams (temp name maybe) it is bottomless and doesn't to feel like water and yet you can float if you have hope

THE RAIL RUINS

the ruins of a long lost rail yard..? but why does it have a sky? how are the fields so long and unraveling how does it have life...truly a bizarre place as the train does not move and there are multiple cars filled with different items... monsters seem to live nicely here..why don't they just go through the door? the sense of hope hear is intoxicating the feeling of adventure is alive a sense of FUN is very alive here

MUSIC

sans's theme funny name cuz they a mamma who wanna protect their family

i would like to say that i used a melody from a song i like in the first half its from a klaatu song called were off you know and i used a zelda song too, song of storms too

extra art i did

you may draw these characters if you wish there will be more designs soon i h o p e

im unsure if this should be a comic or not or maybe it should be something else im unsure i have alot of ideas for it!

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realcatalina · 1 year

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Mary’s puzzling portrait

Sometimes artist combined more than one portrait or got inspired by some, to create a better looking copy. 5 were used for this posthumous portrait of Mary.

I found 4 and I am the desperate for the last one. And here is why.

In this case I figured that 1st inspiration is portrait of Mary I(on left) held by Dulwich Picture Gallery. It has this green fabric behind her and is part of set done in 1618 to 1620 which originally showed 26 monarchs. Aside from finding that Henry VII’s portrait was mislabelled as Richard III already by then, it gives us no new information.

2nd inspiration and most notable is portrait of Elizabeth I as princess by William Scrots done in c.1545. It was inspiration for the background, but not the figure.

The dress, posture and jewelry of Catherine Parr’s portrait from National Trust Collection and the matching portrait of Parr in black dress were used as 3rd inpiration:

(You cannot see the details of jewelry on any picture of the black dress, which is why i don’t believe just that one was used.)

4th inspiration was portrait of Mary I from National Maritime Museum(on right)-but it is without picture on their webpage, so search on it on Artuk instead.

It gave us head and cross used as massive chest jewel. Howeever the issue here is don’t have a clue upon which portrait this one is based, because this too is a copy.

Well, cross with 3 pear shaped pears, and golden rose with pearl above it. I’ve seen something similiar to the red version of the cross in one of copies of portraits of Elizabeth, but idk if that was actual Tudor jewelry.

And it seems like that is it-we found all inspirations. Lots of effort and creativity was used in creating this one. It’s copy but it amused me greatly. Fooled me almost.

I started to even wonder if perhaps it was based upon some original done in 1540s, upon which Mary’s later head was added. Because some details are so well copied.

But there was actually a fifth inspiration and it keeps bugging me. Because of the girdle. It is so perfectly done! 10 smaller beads, then big ones made from stone called lapis lazuli(azurite). Ever since medieval times it was used to portray piety and it was very very rare and expensive. Many artist couldn’t afford to use it due its price and i have never seen anybody with jewelry with it in tudor times. However showcase of piety, rarity and wealth, would be exactly what I’d expect from Mary.

It fits excellently with Mary’s personality and also with Parr bringing trend of some unique girdles in 1540s(her by master john has tiny carved faces in it).

At end of girdle is a jewel showing St. Veronica holding the cloth with the image of Christ upon it-Veil of Veronica(holy relic). Which is bit ironic, because Mary’s greatest supporter was Charles V and his troops during sack of Rome stole Veil of Veronica(holy relic) and it was not seen since.

So I’d love to know, where the inspiration for that girdle came from. Tbh, I’d even be happy to see it recreated by somebody and used as part of costume for Mary. I’d actually think it was historically accurate/keeping with mentality of the day.

(I cannot say same about that cross on chest, it’d too huge.)

Unfortuntaley this painting is from c.1800, so I cannot ask its maker.

And I went through all royal portraits of Tudor women, and I can’t find it. But since he or she used 4 known royal portraits, it would be logical if 5th was also royal portrait. But i could find nothing. I have no idea where is this 5th inspiration. Nor who wore it. And imo it is too well-thought girdle to be completely made up.

I hope you’ve enjoyed it and if you know anything about this girdle then write to me please.

#historical portraits #Tudor History #Mary I Of England #mary tudor #posthumous portrait

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flingza-roller · 1 year

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Hi hi wow your cosplay looks so cool, do you have any tips or advice on making a splatoon cosplay? And happy birthday for last week, that pinata video lives in my head rent free

OUGH THANK U!! it makes me rly happy that so many people like my cosplay.... i appreciate all the stuff yall have said so much!

gonna put this under the cut cuz i typed a lot lmao

if u can find patterns online to use they will be ur best friend, winging it CAN work but. not always DSGKJ

so there would be a lot to cover but im just gonna gonna start with the tentacles- mine are made from minky but i know ppl who've used like, a more vinyl-ish material? do NOT fucking use satin, i made that mistake with my original agent 3 cosplay and i nearly smashed my sewing machine out of pure rage. satin + minky is SO slippery and no matter what u do the pattern will just, Fuck Up. its why the tentacles were shaped so weirdly :/ so this time i stuck to ONLY minky and the result was way better. i had a friend help with hand sewing em and it meant more control over how the shape turns out so it was way better than my first attempt. (i then used plushie stuffing to give em shape and it makes em sooo fucking squishy n soft)

I FORGOT TO MENTION. the tentacles are safety pinned to the inside of the hat for stability, im not wearing a wig or anything.

eye mask? use eyeliner or body paint! ive done both and they both work well, id recommend using a setting spray tho. and if ur gonna wear contacts like i did, ALWAYS put contacts in before any makeup. this avoids the risk of getting shit in ur eye while putting em in (also my eyes always water a fucktonne lmao) oh and if u use a blind contact, be prepared to have fucky vision whenever ur in cosplay. agent 3 cosplayers stay suffering 💔

if ur gonna hand sew anything, definitely try to use proper techniques. luckily my gf is very good at that kinda stuff and they helped me through sewing the poncho/cape/idk fuckin old rags, i used a whip stitch so the threading isnt visible (im thinking of modifying it to add big thick cosmetic stitches so it looks more game-accurate, same with the patch on the hat)

craft stores are ur best friend for supplies! if ur australian, i highly recommend spotlight and lincraft for pretty much everything. spotlight usually has the most variety in fabric, but i always need to order my minky online. if ur not an aussie, prolly just google which places to go to DSGJ idk what yall have.

but heres my number 1 tip for cosplay- HAVE FUN! i know this sounds cliche but seriously. i sometimes to caught up in my head over little things, like "this isnt game accurate enough" "the colours are off" "people are gonna notice (X)" but cosplay is supposed to be fun, silly, crafting experience, a hobby, but most of all ur just dressing up as a fictional character and what could possibly be dorkier than that? feel free to do things differently, u never need to adhere to canon (i literally did the hijack scar AND i have a face full of metal), being accurate is NOT the most important thing, and of course- body type, gender, skin colour, NONE of these things should stop u from doing whatever the hell u want. the naysayers can go fuck themselves <3

and if u dont have the budget to buy good supplies, theres nothing wrong with a closet cosplay! work with whatever ya got!

imma finish here but if theres a specific cosplay thing u wanna know more about please ask and ill help as much as i can :]

#text #long #cosplay #btw the headphones and thongs are just painted bc whatever #i wanna do LED headphones someday but thats way outta my league #gonna do it anyway tho cuz im insane #i didnt talk about the hat but i literally just grabbed my sailor hat and glued on fabric n shit #took me hours to measure everything out properly and the nss emblem gave me HELL but it was worth it #THANK U FOR THE BIRTHDAY WISH BTW ILY

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gwenthebard · 5 months

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I think one of my favorite bits of writing advice/observation is "you can't parody or satire something unless you like the genre" and I love that, but also I feel like an additional step is "you can't copy the charm of something unless you love the original for what it is"

Because honestly I was thinking about it, and like, fully honestly? I think a lot of modern media does run into this problem. Where a work will say "I want to be X but unproblematic" and you end up with all the workings of that piece of media, but missing a charm

One of my favorite examples is Warhammer, because I think a lot of stuff is like "I want to be Warhammer, but I don't want it to be problematic", and you end up with something that maybe has the dressings of it but has none of the feel. Locked Tomb is one of the only ones I think said anything close to "I want to be Warhammer, but I don't want the problematic aspects" and still managed to keep the feel and I'm not sure if that was purposeful

Fantasy you run into a lot of stuff that wants to be that golden age of cheap fantasy novels, but doesn't want a character to be evil for anything more than either capitalism/feudalism/misunderstanding, or it'll just have a villain tick every single evil box without even a fun personality

Sci-Fi you see a lot that wants to be Dune or Mass Effect or Star Wars, and explore social issues or have deep stories about points, but ends up with a lot of the same issues as Fantasy

Romance you have a lot of novels obviously written by people who WANT to do old oil painted bodice rippers, and have the trappings of one, but don't want to write a problematic relationship. So you usually still end up with a problematic relationship, but the book goes out of its way to keep it in a gray area of audience and doesn't push that far

Horror I feel like I don't enjoy a lot of modern stuff in, because I feel like not enough horror says "wouldn't that be fucked up" as its first thing. A lot of horror and Dystopian stuff feels like it looks at old aspects held up as metaphors for societal issues, and starts at that.

The horror stuff you tend to get a lot of blatant points where the metaphor is almost nonexistent its so clear, and doesn't want the horror to be too horrifying. There's almost a sense of "these are people who grew up or were influenced by horror writing and movies of the 90s and 00s who thought it was just gross and didn't have a purpose", and fight their own writing to keep a lot of that out of it

Dystopian stuff I lump in here, but mostly because I think it has similar problems. It feels like most dystopian stuff heard Fahrenheit 451 was was about censorship, never heard about the stuff about TVs connected to it, and thought dystopian was supposed to be that blatant. Like, the trope of "World but X is controlled or banned by government, and everything revolves around that" was already a joke when I was in middle school

This isn't to say I don't like modern stuff, I still like a lot of things I read and get recommended or at least hear about and haven't got around to checking out. This is more just "I feel like this is a problem weirdly unique to modern media"

There was a lot of bad writing in the past, but I think there's something interesting in how a lot of bad writing in the modern day is bad because it's not sure of what the charm is of what they're trying to cover. It might like the aesthetic, and it might like the media even, but it's missing a core. Usually it ends up almost feeling good, but like it's not sure if it wants to be safe and simple or dark and morally gray.

IDK, this was a long rant because I was thinking of my own writing, and what I liked about it and what I didn't, and I thought about this connecting to a wider feeling I had about a lot of media. That like there's been a good understanding of "it was bad this was normalized and we need to fix it," and there's some understanding of why stuff was good, but there's a desire to only copy the aesthetic and complexities are inevitably forgotten.

A lot of people want to write 90s horror novel, 50s dystopian, oil painting bodice ripper, mass market fantasy novel, galaxy spanning space epic, and they want to make it leftist and queer, I want to do that with a lot of things. But I feel like in trying to remove issues of those old examples, real and perceived, they inevitably remove what made them work. You can't write a kidnapped fantasy romance and have the relationship be 90% healthy, you can't write a psychological horror and have the main characters be perfectly normal, a 90s mass market fantasy where the societies are unproblematic and fair

This didn't really have much point but me rambling to myself, so I'm just holding it off here and hoping at some point I made sense and this wasn't just a series of unconnected thoughts poorly explained

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bittercandysweetrain · 8 months

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Tokyo revengers x reader with mental illness Sanzu pt1

I have to put a warning obviously its fucking SANZU so Warning - Drug usage, Lots of profanity, blood, maybe gore? abuse maybe Idk just know there is a lot and since it's aged up he so he is Bonten Such a toxic relationship but we will make it better trust me. Illness - Borderline personality disorder

Saying (y/n) met sanzu in a club is too original and it's usually the first thought everyone has when they see the couple but in reality, Sanzu met (y/n) in a restaurant. Boten was going to be having a meeting and decided to go to dinner Koko being Koko wanted a fancy place to eat tired of the takeout they decided on a Fancy restaurant called Rosé Noir. It was newer and to be honest everyone in Bonten wanted to try it out. "don't you have to make a reservation or some shit for a place like that" sanzu asked "The Haitani brothers have it handled" Koko said, "Try not to be too drugged up when we go at least enjoy the moment." Kakucho said "It enhances the flavor," Sanzu said through his smirk.

Rosé Noir was a beautiful restaurant that seemed like a dream to walk with over 150 chiefs and which expertise in different types of food it was no wonder it was world-renowned. it wasn't easy to get a reservation but also it wasn't that easy to get a job which is why it was quite surprising that (f/n) managed to hit the lottery with a job offer from the owner himself. with such a high-end restaurant of course they needed someone for entertainment and it so happens that she was skilled in different languages. There were certain styles that Rosé Noir wanted around the holidays and special events a time period was picked and for that time period, she would only perform that type of music and wear that style. It wasn't so easy as she had thought at times she had to go through hours of singing and make up for one night. but the pay was good she had to admit however there was one problem she suffered from a borderline personality disorder despite this being a dream it was a lot harder to hide who she was and even though it seemed like she was an amazing person everyone wanted to be around she was quite lonely. the staff hated her and new ones were warned quickly to stay away from her.

The snow had just lightly coated the ground as Bonten walked into Rosé Noir their coats were quickly retrieved as the manager met them at the door. "welcome to Rosé Noir we have a special table for you near our entertainment tonight you are in for a treat we have just started our winter theme." he said with a smiley Mikey looked around seemed very expensive but Koko was in charge of the money so who cared. "lead the way" Mikey said The manager bowing lightly before turning on his heels Sanzu was last checked out the restaurant which was painted in gold and white completely beautiful if he had to say so himself. lacking behind he paused when he saw a beautiful woman in a red dress quietly shouting at a butler she held a pill bottle in her hand gripping it tightly. throwing the bottle at him she stormed off before the butler picked it up tossing it in the trash. Sanzu walked over, a form of a habit of his to be nosey when it came to drugs or any medication he read the label finding that what she was so mad about was merely Valium. He snickered as he headed towards the back he opened up many doors to find her but all were empty. turning the corner he found the door he was looking for with a large star on it he opened the door to find (y/n) smoking a cigarette and drinking tea she glanced up at the door. "how'd you get back here you creep" she asked sitting forward without a care sanzu smirked as he shut the door "You dropped this" he said tossing the bottle at her. she merely rolled her eyes "so?" she questioned, "can you perform without any I have something that could help" he said walking over he pulled her chin up to look at him. "tch" she pulled her head away from him something about him was completely dangerous how she was keeping her cool was beyond her "why would I put something in my mouth from a complete stranger" she asked. "why would any woman?" he asked, "seriously who needs shit like that, that makes you drowsy when you can for once in your life feel alive." he said pulling a pink pill from his pocket he leaned in close to her face (y/n)'s large (e/c) orbs locked with his purple ones he was beautiful scarily. lost in his eyes she let him place the pill in her mouth swallowing the drug unknown to her sanzu gave her a cheeky smile as he pulled away. "Enjoy the rest of your night girly sing me a pretty song alright," he said, and just as quick as he appeared he left as well.

Once he returned Koko glanced over at him "Where did you disappear to?" he questioned "to check the place out more I think I like it a lot more now." he said smirking, While ordering Dinner the stage lit up in white lights (y/n) made her way on stage standing before the Microphone. she glided her hand up her dress feeling herself she gave a slight shimmy of her shoulders she lightly grabbed the mic her crimson lips parting slightly. Sanzu leaned back laying his arm over the chair he stared up at her with adoration she was beautiful and pure. (y/n) opened her eyes, the white lights really radiating off of her orbs changing the color slightly a Christmas special indeed as she started to sing "Don't cry snowman, not in front of me-"

#tokyo revengers #sanzu haruchiyo #tw drugs

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dreamdripdistance · 2 years

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sage, edelweiss and taro!!

sage ⇢ what ‘medium’ of art (poetry, music, fiction, paintings, statues etc.) is the most touching to you? why do you think that is?

!!! probably paintings or music, idk its a bit of a basic answer but like. theyre both mediums i have the most familiarity with i guess? poetry, fiction and statues (and etc) are lovely though, i dont really have much of a preference for which one i seek out for Feeling Things lol

edelweiss ⇢ how’d you think of your url/username? what’s it associated with to you?

i think i was just giggling too much about the fuckign. amogus drip meme and that just coincided with me really needing a url for a kh blog JFBSKFB i remember being REALLY PROUD when i thought of it tho even tho it wasnt too original JFBSKDBDK

also an honourary mention because ive already answered taro in a prev ask, my art blog url is a lyric from a black dresses song, mirrorgirl! its a banger and also so. ykno? oh and my miraculous ladybug blog is courtesy of my bestie fiver and i adore it bc its just a bad joke NFBDKFHSL

#TYYY FOR THE ASK NEW MUTUAL AUTISMJPEG MY BELOVED !!!!!#asks #words #autismjpeg

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a-room-of-my-own · 3 years

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Idk about libfems and the burka, but American wokey-s (aka liberal MRAs) have decided that caring about Afghan women is racist against Afghan men and imperialism.

And I've just read this:

You couldn’t ask for better proof of the madness of wokeness. This week, as Afghanistan fell to the Taliban, model, influencer and climate-change nagger Lily Cole posted photos of herself in a burqa on Instagram. Yes, as women across Afghanistan trembled at the swift victory of these 12th-century regressives, worrying what their lives will be like following the return to power of a movement that views women as an inferior species, a posh woke Westerner was donning the burqa for likes. ‘Let’s embrace diversity on every level’, Ms Cole said in her post, as if this chilling blue cloak forced on Afghan women by Islamist brutes is little more than a quirky, exotic fashion item.

The fashion world, especially the model-turned-activist wing of it, is notoriously shallow and daft. But Cole’s Taliban chic takes the biscuit. Here was a woman who enjoys all the freedoms and comforts of life in the West celebrating the shroud that is forced upon Afghan women to deprive them of any meaningful public presence or personality. Here was a woman who once made a living from having photos taken of her pretty face and her flowing red locks talking up the ‘diversity’ of a garment designed to erase women’s faces and hide their sinful hair. You couldn’t make it up – as images of female models on billboards in Kabul were being daubed over with white paint to avoid the wrath of Taliban militants, a former model in the woke West was lovingly embracing the Taliban’s patriarchal dress code for women.

Ms Cole has now apologised for her post. She said she hasn’t been reading the news and did not realise what was happening in Afghanistan (which is pretty extraordinary, especially for someone who’s now a socially aware author or something). Even more striking was the fact that she apologised for wearing the burqa incorrectly! In one of the photos she posted, the burqa was lifted up and her face was visible. I was ‘undermining its original purpose by wearing it with my face exposed’, she now says in regret. This is extraordinary. Cole is essentially apologising to the Taliban, or at least to the kind of people who think women should be covered from head to toe every time they leave the house. After all, who else cares if a burqa is worn wrongly? Who cares if a woman’s face peeks out from under it? Only severe Islamists do. In saying sorry for ‘undermining the original purpose’ of the burqa, Cole was basically saying sorry to the ruthless rulers of Afghanistan.

Some on social media accused Ms Cole of ‘cultural appropriation’. It just gets worse. The problem here, guys, is not that Cole was ‘appropriating’ other people’s culture – it is the existence of that culture in the first place. Cole didn’t just dabble in the cultural output of a country or people different to her own, which would have been absolutely fine. No, she included a symbol of misogynistic oppression under the title of ‘cultural diversity’ – that is, as a nice, interesting part of the diverse human experience. She treated the barbaric practice of burqa-wearing as just another form of cultural expression. As her post said: ‘Let’s embrace diversity on every level: biodiversity; cultural diversity; diversity of thinking; diversity of voices; diversity of ideas.’ Imagine saying diversity that many times when you’re wearing a garment that is expressly designed to destroy the diversity of women’s lives and reduce them all to indistinguishable cloaked nobodies.

Of course, there’s a bigger problem here than one former model’s post on Instagram. This incident of woke madness really confirms what ‘diversity’ means these days – it means moral relativism. It means celebrating all cultures as equally valid and never being judgemental about any of them. In fact, the great thoughtcrime of our time is to make any kind of moral judgement, to suggest that one culture or idea might be superior to another. Witness the way the insult of ‘Islamophobia’ is wielded against anyone who criticises any aspect of Islam, or even Islamism, or the speed with which you will be cancelled if you say that being an actual women is a more real experience than being a trans woman. Such distinctions, such critical and moral analysis of identities and ideas, is not allowed these days. We must respect every culture – except the culture of critical, sometimes judgement-making public debate.

And so we end up in a situation where even burqa-wearing can be treated as just another way of life, as a fascinating form of culture. Who will state the obvious – that the Taliban’s view of how society should be organised and how women should be treated is morally inferior to our own?

#politics #Afghanistan

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corpsedaydream · 3 years

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crash

so, here i am with a new one shot.

so before anyone asks if i’m gonna be posting frequently again or anything, i process things by writing about them. if something is running through my mind over and over and i can’t think through it on my own in my mind, writing about it generally helps me. this past weekend was supposed to be a fun long weekend away w my friends but it quickly ended when i experienced something pretty traumatic. i haven’t been able to sleep at all the past couple nights and so i started working on this. originally it was just going to be something private to help myself w the panic i was feeling then i started adding a muse into it and then i realised i was still writing about corpse without even meaning to, so i guess he’s still got me feeling musey.

anyway, i thought about keeping this private bc i’m still rly shaken up about what happened but idk feels like a shame to just let it sit on my computer.

idk if i’m back to this blog yet, i still feel indifferent about it. i’m signed out on my phone and was signed out on my laptop until just now and haven’t opened my inbox.

anyway. here’s the one shot.

word count: 1666 words (i’m not kidding)

trigger warning: car crash, panic attack

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crash

Wake up. Wake up. Wake up wake up wake up.

The words repeated over and over in your head. You’d had dreams about crashing your car before, but usually you woke up just before the point of impact. This time you didn’t.

This couldn’t of happened, this can’t be real, this is a a dream, I’ve got to wake up.

But you were already very much awake, this was very much real.

The colour had already drained from your face, tears were welling up in your eyes and your heart had already sunk. Your hands were trembling, your chest was completely still, you weren’t breathing in that moment. Your body had reacted before your mind had completely caught up.

“Fuck.” Was all you managed to say as realisation had hit you. You’d gotten into a car crash.

You looked around you, wondering how the others cars on the road were still moving when it felt like your world had just come to a stop when your car had its collision. You heard your dad’s voice in your head, all the things he’d told you when he taught you how to drive, had - god forbid - you ever ended up in a situation like this.

You went through the motions as well as you could. You were in a state of shock and physically, you were definitely there, but mentally, you really weren’t present. You were having an out of body feeling in the most terrifying way, it was a defence from the panic that had overwhelmed you.

Corpse felt a surge of anxiety. He had no idea why, either. All he was doing was looking through fan art on twitter, he hadn’t seen anything that usually would make him feel like that. It just throttled its way into himself seemingly out of no where.

It was especially odd seeing that today had been such a good day. Waking up beside was usually something that put him in a good head space.

So he started to call you, you always made him feel better. But then he remembered you were driving and you were a cautious driver, you never answered your phone when you were behind the wheel. You’d told him in the past how tenacious your dad had been as a driving teacher and it had really stuck with you.

Just as he was about to hang up, knowing you weren’t going to answer, you did.

“Hello?” Something was off. Corpse heard it right away in just that one greeting from you.

“Are you okay?” He didn’t even greet you back, he already had anxiety running through him and the unsettling tone of your answer of the phone had only made it increase.

“I think so.” You were so monotoned. Corpse had never heard you speak this way. You were a lot of things, but monotone was not one. You were expressive, bright and dramatic.

“You think so?” He repeated in a questioning way, wanting to know what was wrong.

“Yeah.” You responded so plainly again. Corpse almost wanted to ask you who was he speaking to right now, because surely this couldn’t have been you. This person had your voice, but this was a person he did not know right now.

“What’s going on?”

“I crashed my car.” You said it to him so simply. There was no emotion behind it. His heart thundered as if a terrible hail storm had just broken out.

“What?!”

“I crashed my car.” You repeated. Once again so eerily unemotional.

“Where are you?!”

Corpse shouldn’t have been driving in the state he was in, but he needed to get to you. His emotions were running so high and he couldn’t comprehend why yours weren’t.

After what felt like the longest drive of his life, he reached the crash site. His panic peaked when he spotted the ambulance, immediately thinking the worst. But then he saw you standing to the side of it. You were up and talking to the paramedics, that was at least a good sign you weren’t seriously injured.

“(Y/N),” He called for you as he got out of his own car. And just like your voice on the phone, your movements were so robotic.

You were normally so open with your emotions, you were such a readable and honest person. When you were happy, you shined, when you were mad, you yelled red, when you were sad, you cried oceans. But Corpse had never seen you in a true state of shock. He’d never seen your fight or flight response. And apparently it was a stillness and unresponsive, the complete opposite to how you were normally.

“Are you okay?” He knew you probably weren’t, but he couldn’t find any clue to how you were feeling. Until his footsteps brought him closer to you.

You didn’t respond to him at all. Even words felt like too much right now. As he neared you, though, he spotted the signs of fear your body displayed that your words did not. Your hands and arms were trembling, your shoulders were slumped, your face was completely pale, sweat dotted all over your forehead despite it not being a hot day, tears were slowly spilling from your eyes one by one, your chest was moving unevenly as you struggled to breathe properly.

“Baby, c’mere.” Corpse didn’t hesitate to gather you in his arms. Holding you so tenderly against him. That’s when he felt that it was more than just your arms and hands that were trembling, your entire body had a slight shake to it. He knew you were experiencing true terror in that moment.

The time between your banged up car getting placed onto a tow truck and arriving back at your apartment felt like a blur.

You’d just gotten off the phone with your insurance provider when you’d heard Corpse.

“Are you in any pain?”

"What?” You’d heard him perfectly but you hadn’t once thought about how this had affected you physically.

“Are you in any pain?” He repeated himself.

“I’m not sure.” And you weren’t, but the paramedics had said that adrenaline would be coursing through you right now and adrenaline was the biggest distraction from pain. “I’m gonna go have a shower.”

“Okay.” Corpse watched you with concerned eyes until you disappeared behind your bathroom door. He so badly wanted to help, wanted to make you feel better, break you out of this state you were in that he was so not used to.

You didn’t know how much time you’d spent in the shower. But it was long enough that the sky had grown darker and the moon had replaced the sun by the time you emerged. Once you’d gotten dressed, you made slow steps towards your bedroom. Your hands were trembling more violently than before and your breathing was speeding up.

The shock was finally wearing off and reality was getting ready to slap you hard across the face.

“Corpse...” Your voice was so silent, almost as if you couldn’t form a word due to the air that seemed harder and harder to breathe as a panic attack started to take control of you.

Corpse might not have even heard you had he not been on such high alert for you right now. But he was, and so he did he hear you and when he saw the state you were in, he instantly got up from his spot on your bed where he was waiting for you and was wrapping you up tight.

You were hyperventilating so dangerously, your heart felt like it was being encased in treacherous clouds that tightened with every intake of air you struggled to get.

You couldn’t remember the last time you had cried this way. You were breaking down.

Corpse was completely holding you up. Had it not been for him, you would be a crumbled heap on the floor.

The both of you didn’t sleep that night.

Every time you were close to drifting off, the crash would replay in your mind on an insufferable loop and you would jolt awake and the panic would restart all over.

And every time, Corpse was right there to hold you through it. He didn’t sleep due to how concerned he was about you.

The next day was a little easier mentally, but a lot harder physically. You’d gotten so much emotion out the night before that now the pain could have your attention.

Everything from your hips up felt sore, stiff and tense. Every time you moved your neck was scary because it felt like it was about to snap. But worst of all was your chest. It was hard and painful to breathe. The paramedics had warned you about this. The impact to your chest was going to take the longest to recover from. You kept your breathing shallow, any other kind of breathing made you wince and Corpse noticed.

“You’re hurting.” It wasn’t a question, he was stating what he noticed. He’d known the signs of someone in pain. Plus he had also taken note of the bruises that had appeared on your skin, the colouring of them looking like a painting of a galaxy, all purple and blue.

“A little bit.”

“Mhm.” He knew it was more than a little bit, but he wasn’t about to argue with you. He looked over you laying beside him, grateful that you were still here, you were alive. A car could be replaced, but you could not.

You were flat on your back because that was really only the current position that felt even the tiniest bit comfortable right now. Corpse was on his side, one of his hands supporting his head as he leaned over you. His other hand began to soothingly run his fingers through your hair and you let your eyes flutter close at the touch.

“Tired?”

“Yeah.” You mumbled back, keeping your eyes shut and feeling exhaustion take over you.

“Try sleeping, baby. I’ll be right here.”

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hobiscloset · 3 years

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@punkrockbrokemy--heart submitted a request for us to roast these looks. Thanks for the visually induced trauma bestie! Guest-starring the amazing @textsfrombangtan (marked as L)

E - Let's go from left to right on the top picture. A - it's just all so bad! im having a mild breakdown about this whole picture

Jimin E - so you know theater kids? A - Yeah, you and me E - Hey! but it's true. this is theater kid but in the early 80s late 70s. paint-splattered jeans and a flannel layered A - oh you are correct. it's not tech week though E - yeah this is during set building

Jhope N - Jorts is just going to a highlighter party A - he's a village people stan. before the word stan existed. so a village people groupie L - i'm not entirely convinced he isn't a village person A - its not a coherent enough theme to be a village person in this fit L - fair enough. this man has never seen a coherent theme in his life E - some kind of like burning man neon party

Jin N - my dad in Paris in the 70s A - I was gonna say the flashback dads in mama mia. so like same dif E - he's just one of the guys in Mama Mia 2 A - Bill E - you are absolutely correct and should say it L - strong agree. bill because he's definitely thinking "why did it have to be me" throughout L - i feel like he got off the lightest here but it might just be me looking at that damn face N - No he definitely made out the best E - i feel like overall they always take the least risks on Jin. like idk what it is but 8/10 times im like "eh" to his clothes A - they're like 'people just want to look at his face, put him in a button up and be done with it' N - Because if they go too hard with it he will wear it to music bank again L - this or jin just goes "no." and there's absolutely nothing they can do about it. jinhitent Jungkook A - baby is a 17 year old who decided yesterday that he was now into black smithing L - baby again with the butt flap this time in the most unfortunate colour A - look at my cool leather apron its so authentic N - Baby is my brother in high school before he asked me how colors work A - he doesnt care about colours he just wants to make knives. ive known this exact child. four of them actually E - yeah i was gonna say like kid with odd hobbies and no anxiety. his goal is to get on Forged in Fire and make a knife in 2 hours that gets thrown at a wall A - Precisely

RM A - Quite literally one of the bullies from the power rangers E - i know the exact guy L - ash ketchum on steroids E - ash ketchum if pokemon had been made live action when they did that horrible dragon ball z movie. like he's got a punk/grunge phase L - precisely and the jeans... they're so long N - A toddler allowed to choose all his own clothes

Suga E - he just looks like every bisexual i know after going to the thrift store like "youll never guess what i found", pulls out yet another bowling shirt A - its true but hey! L - this is a wham! fit. like club tropicana vibes. beach club promoter but the club is dogshit and he knows it N - Mamoru from the original sailor moon anime (pause while E looked it up)

E - oh god you are absolutely right ! A - A VERY SOLID CALL L - aksjdbsbajzjs accuracy 100 N - I know my sailor moon bad fashion

V L - *sharp inhale * A - I get Napolean dynamite character vibes in the most (derogatory) way N - An art student who is very aware how pretentious everyone around him is and put on the worst outfit he could find to see how people would twist themselves up trying to call it Art E - oh i love that. troll art student. also whose fucking face is that and why am i convinced its like a serial killer? L - the face on his shirt is the face i made when i saw this A - have you ever seen a three year old that insists they dress themselves without any help E - i want my ballet tights and my fire fighter uniform and my dinosaur top A - its just 100 percent this Final Thoughts N - The argument could be made that all of them are toddlers who insisted on dressing themselves E - all together its very much like, kindergarten class vibes L - idk it just feels like they hit the random sim generator seven times and they got all the worst traits E -you know that computer program Cher has in Clueless? with all her clothes. this is what happens when you press random and shuffle at the same time L - yes and they only allow the fit when a big fat X comes up on the screen and cher goes "ugh as if" E - cher's outfit software, wrong answers only L - i think this whole thing can be distilled down to "wrong answers only"

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familyagrestefanblog · 4 years

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Ml Theory: Origins of Emilies name and Mayuras design

While looking up the real life equivalent of Emilies portrait and its artist I came across something that is just WAY too good to be a mere coincidence.

As many fans know already Emilies golden portrait is in real life the painting “Adele Bloch-Bauer I” by Gustav Klimt from 1907.

Its to this day the painting sold for the highest price EVER, making it a fitting portrait to visualize Gabriels love for Emilie I always thought. But there is quite more background information with potential to be important.

Back before we were given Emilies name in “Gorizilla” Adele was a very common name for her in the fandom because of the original golden Lady, Adele. Funnily enough, the idea that Emilies name is connected to her portrait has quite likely never been a wrong assumption in the first place. We just never went deep enough to find her actual name or a couple of other similarities for not only her but for Natalie as well.

Because as the names might have already given it away, Adele Bloch-Bauer and Gustav Klimt were not husband and wife. Adele was married to someone else and Gustav never married at all. So while this painting is one of Gustavs most well known and one of the most valuable paintings in the world, the lady in the painting wasn’t his wife/lover and therefore Emilies name also isn’t Adele.

But just because Gustav Klimt wasn’t married doesn’t it mean that there wasn’t a very special woman in his life, one he was incredibly close with.

So may I present to you:

Emilie Flöge

Right away its obvious that both painting were done in the same eye catching style, but I’m getting ahead of myself.

She was the almost life long and very dear life-partner and Muse of Gustav Klimt. Just like him she was austrian and she was a fashion designer/creator and business woman and the sister of Gustavs sister-in-law. From 1891 onward he drew/painted her several times and rumors even say that Gustav, on his most well known painting “Der Kuss (The kiss), eternalized him and her together as lovers.

So if there is a name associated with the “Adele” portrait that were to be Emilies namesake it certainly was the right call to have it be the dear life-partner of the artist who is basically representing Gabriel in this. Emilie Flöge.

But digging even deeper into Gustav Klimts works one could even make the argument that another name in the show wasn’t as completely random either and apparently not lazy at all:

Amilie Graham de Vanily

Because 7 years after finishing “Adele Bloch-Bauer I” he started painting another portrait called “Das Bildnis der Amalie Zuckerkandl (The Image of Amalie Zuckerkandl)”

but it was never finished because… well… both he and Amalie died in that timeframe for reasons unrelated to each other so.. yeah. But still.

I do think this woman is the namesake for our Amilie de Vanily, not because of background information as with Emilie, its more that I can indeed imagine it very well that for Emilies sister Thomas Astruc and Team went back to the same artist they got her name from and looked for a fitting name. And since it’s a pair of twin sisters we are talking about here the name “Amalie” was probably just waaaaaay to good and convenient to pass on.

So Amalie became Amilie and our family Graham de Vanily twin sisters had their names.

But you know what? If I’m already at it, lets take this to another level and you all know what I'm about to point out.

Because the first thing I thought when I looked at the portrait of Emilie Flöge was a sober: "Yeah, so THAT looks like Mayura"

-Main color blue with pink highlights

-one piece of each outfit has white incorporated

-both have a "peacock tail". Mayuras is just part of her dress and Flöges is something like a big fancy collar (idk man)

-Hands gloveless

-necks covered. Natalie/Mayura wears a turtleneck and Flöges wears a scarf

-Flöges has dark hair like Natalie (not as dark but definitely closer to Natalies than Emilie Agrestes)

I do even have another reason why I think Mayuras design was inspired by the real life background of Emilie Agrestes golden portrait.

Not only does Miss Flöges blue dress with pink highlights explain why the peacocks signature color is blue combined with (FREAKING) pink even though that isn’t anywhere close to an accurate depiction of a real life peacock the way all the other Miraculous do (It bothered me to no end but now I can finally sleep again in peace) But would you believe it? One of Gustav Klimts last finished paintings shows a woman who is supposedly meant to visualize what he thought to be the epitome of beauty:

Peacocks, fan, you get where I’m going here right?

And this would make sense, RIGHT? Emilie was the peacock miraculous holder before Natalie so Emilies namesake wearing an outfit resembling the peacock holder we know and the peacock in general combined with the symbols of what the artists thought to be beautiful should checkout, shouldn’t it?

Weeeeell yes but mostly no imo.

While it is true that Emilie was the blue peacock long before Natalie became Mayura, it doesn’t change the fact that we, the viewers, were trained to associate the direct complementary color with Emilie right from the start. Emilie for US is not blue, she’s the opposite of blue, she’s yellow like her portrait:

So it is very unlikely in my opinion that the blue Mayura outfit would be used like that for Emilie as well. That’s just WAY to harsh of a color whiplash for a character only given to us (for now) through stoic visual representation and a couple of lines from her family. We have very little to directly associate Emilies character with so yeah, her color coding with yellow and white is way to important to just break like that.

Therefore I do think its safe to say that the Mayura outfit/colorscheme is meant to be primarily associated with Natalie, meaning if the team actually took inspiration from this portrait for the Mayura design even though its also the portrait they took the name of the lost WIFE from, I do think this is supposed to mean something.

Especially when you consider that the painting of the epitome of beauty woman is obviously hindu oriented. Which comes right back to Natalie because not only is her villain name MAYURA the name of the male peacock in hindu mythology (the female one is called Mayuri) a general oriental flair is also how her room is designed as we just saw in the New York special

So what does all of this mean now? I’ve thrown quite a lot at you and a lot is contradicting each other too much to get a clear picture right away. So lets bring a little order into all of this and translate how these informations properly with what we see in Miraculous.

I’ll break it down like this:

Adeles golden Portrait doesn’t show the actual lover of the artist. Although Adele was married the actual special woman in Gustav Klimts life was Emilie Flöge, his partner, friend and companion he may have been in love with.

Translating this for Miraculous would become this:

Emilies golden Portrait doesn’t show the actual lover of Gabriel Agreste. Although Emilie was married to him the actual special woman in Gabriels life was Natalie Sanccour, his partner, friend and companion he may be starting to fall in love with.

Meaning this for the usage of the real life portraits as references:

Yes they still choose the right name for Emilie. The lady on the golden portrait is neither lover nor wife hence why Emilie couldn’t be named Adele. Because even if Gabriel is now falling in love with Natalie its doesn’t change that before all of this started Emilie was indeed the special woman in his life, hence her namesake being Emilie Flöge.

But on the other hand Natalie/Mayura, Gabriels new love, we know from the very start and a lot better than Emilie, is the right person to give the design of the blue portrait. E. Flöge was life-partner, friend and companion to a single man, everything that Natalie is as well. So while all of these aspects also applied to Emilie Agreste in the past they are way more fittingly at home with Natalie in the narrative of the show.

Besides that I will continue to stand to my believe that once we get Emilie back things will not go the way Gabriel wanted. Too much has happened that is too unforgivable. So our Emilie is portrayed as the not-wife-lady in gold because once Emilie is back and finds out what a monster (of a father) Gabriel has become there will very quickly be no marriage between them anymore.

Okay, that’s all I have but I just had a thought so I wanna say it for protocol that I called it:

I'm calling dips on Gabriel getting a portrait for Natalie in s4 that looks like the the blue one from Emilie Flöge.

Just saying, I'm calling dips

#miraculous #miraculous ladybug #ml theory #ml designs #ml spoilers #Emilie Agreste #natalie sancoeur #Gabriel Agreste #Mayura #Mayuras design #Gustav Klimt #Emilie Flöge #ml design refernces #Emilies golden Portrait #Amilie Graham de Vanily

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