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aalissy · 4 years

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Day 7 of Adrienette April is already done! I can’t believe this month is going by sooo fast :O! My babies are too sweet I think that’s why hehe. Lemme know if you liked this chapter <3

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Marinette’s tongue poked out of the corner of her mouth, writing the latest entry in her diary. This notebook was different though. Instead of her usual entries in regards to how her day went, this one was dedicated to Adrien. Each page was a love letter devoted to all of the things she wished she could say to him, yet was unable too. It helped her to feel better and maybe, one day, if she gathered up the courage she would be able to send him one. Hugging the notebook to her chest, she sighed dreamily at the thought of Adrien finding one of her letters and confessing to her on the spot. The designer giggled slightly before closing her notebook, brushing a soft kiss onto the front cover. Placing it on her desk, Marinette hopped back onto her bed, cuddling up against a sleeping Tikki, who mumbled tiredly at her before her bug-eyes closed once again.

When she awoke the next morning, it was in a mad dash. She was late for school. Once again. With a grumble and a shriek, she jumped off the bed, darting downstairs to her bathroom. There, she managed to brush both her teeth and hair at the same time, her eyes glancing at the clock which was continuously counting up. After she had finished, she ran back into her room to put on her usual school-outfit. Slinging her backpack over her shoulder, Marinette almost forgot her notebook. Grabbing the journal from her desk, she plopped it into her backpack before tearing off downstairs. She failed to recognize that it wasn’t her school notebook, but instead her Adrien notebook.

Giving a kiss to her parents, she grabbed a croissant for the road before she began racing off on her normal path to school. Marinette only realized her mistake when she landed on the steps, huffing and puffing in both exhaustion and relief as she noticed that she was actually early for once. A sharp tap on her shoulder, however, caused her to screech, whirling around to face a sheepish Adrien. That certainly didn’t help her as she squeaked in surprise, her backpack tumbling off of her shoulder and spilling its contents on the floor as the startled girl scrambled backwards.

“Sorry, Marinette, I didn’t mean to startle you,” his head bent down to help pick up things.

“I-It’s fine. I just didn’t realize it was you,” she also crouched down to reach for some scattered pencils before grabbing for her notebook. Her head connected against Adrien’s as they both reached for it at the same time, giving each other apologetic smiles in turn.

Marinette pulled back, leaving him to pick up the slightly open journal and then listened to him apologize to her as he stood up, “Sorry again, Mari. I was just trying to help,” she watched as his gaze was drawn unwittingly down to the open notebook in his grasp before he gasped in excitement, “Is this a chibi version of me? Oh this is adorable! You’re such a talented drawer, Marinette. Did you also doodle our other classmates?”

She frowned in confusion for a moment, a chibi version of Adrien. She didn’t have that in her notebook, that was only in her... The designer let out an audible gasp, reaching for the journal before he could flip the page, “No, Adrien, wait!”

Her shout was too late, however, and he had already flipped the page and read at least the first few lines judging by the growing blush on his face before she could yank the book from his hand. Marinette’s eyes widened with horror as Adrien slowly blinked up at her, “Marinette... I,” he started softly.

Not wanting to face the brunt of his rejection, she clutched the notebook to her chest tightly, her eyes clenching shut shouting, “I sorry am!” before racing off to class. It was when she was safely in her seat that she allowed herself to panic. She was going to have to deal with Adrien in front of her for the remainder of the class period. She was completely screwed. Of all the notebooks she had to bring it just had to be that one... Sucking in a deep breath in an attempt to calm herself down, Marinette tugged harshly on her pigtails.

“Hey girl, what’s wrong? Why do you look so panicked?” Alya slid into the seat next to her, peering at her with concern.

“Alya help me!” she practically sobbed, falling into her best friend’s arms, “Adrien saw it!”

“Okay... can you be a bit more specific?” the reporter asked hesitantly, stroking her hair softly, “What exactly did Adrien see?”

Marinette pulled back to look into her friend’s hazel eyes, her lower lip wobbling lightly, “He saw my Adrien notebook!”

“No! The one you’ve written your love letters in?!” Alya’s eyes widened as her mouth fell open in shock. She merely nodded in answer to her friend’s question, diving back into her arms. The grasp around her tightened as Alya hugged her close, “Well what did he say?! Was it good or bad?”

“I-I didn’t exactly stick around to find out,” she sniffled lightly.

Alya frowned, leaning back to search Marinette’s blue eyes, “What do you mean you didn’t stick around to find out?”

“Well, I maybe, kind of, sort of, ran away from him,” her index fingers tapped together nervously as she peered up at Alya.

Her best friend sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose, “Marinette, how do you know how Adrien was going to respond if you just ran away from him.”

“He read my love letters, Alya!! There’s no way he was going to do anything but reject me. He probably thinks I’m creepy now! Oh, we’re never going to get married and have a house with 3 kids and a tiny hamster now,” Marinette wailed.

“I wouldn’t be too sure of that,” the reporter giggled, pointing at Adrien as he stumbled into his seat rather hazily, giving a half-wave to Nino.

Unfortunately for both Alya and Adrien, Marinette avoided both of their pointed glances, nibbling on her lip as she focused almost entirely on the lectures. When it was time for lunch, she stood up hastily, almost falling out of her seat in her rush to leave the room. She passed Adrien’s seat in a flash, her eyes clenched shut as she ran to the door. Just a few more steps and she would be there. Away from prying eyes. At least for a little while.

Marinette was stopped, however, by a hand gently wrapping around her wrist, tugging her to a stop and, judging by the tingles that were racing up and down her arm it wasn’t Alya who had stopped her. She cursed briefly in her head before she heard Adrien’s small, soft voice respond, “Marinette, wait. Can we please talk?”

She turned around slowly, finding her best friend standing nearby and pleaded desperately with her eyes to help her form at least some kind of escape. Alya gave her a brief nod before turning to glare at the boy who was still holding her hostage, “Hey, sunshine! You’re going to go easy on my girl, right?”

“What? What do you mea-,” he had frowned at her words, glancing over his shoulder to look at her before cutting himself off harshly to whirl around and look at Marinette with wide eyes, “Is that why you ran away from me? You thought I would... Marinette, you have to know I would never, could never, hurt you like that.”

Her cheeks had turned the shade of a tomato as his emerald eyes peered down at her with concern. Though the designer attempted to squash it, a flickering spark of hope at his words was rising up. Clearing her throat quietly, she managed to speak up, though rather softly, “I-I guess I just thought that, well, nevermind. I-if you want to talk, w-we can.”

With a relieved sigh, Adrien tugged at her hand, pulling her out of the classroom and into an empty hallway, though not before she could see Alya give her a thumbs-up. Marinette gnawed on her lip as she watched him pace a few steps, a hand mussing up his usually tame, blonde hair. When it seemed like he had collected his thoughts, he took a deep breath, turning to peer down at her seriously, “Marinette, I need to tell you now that that was the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me, and I only got to read a few sentences,” Adrien laughed briefly, running a hand through his hair again.

Against her will, her heart did a flip, the original spark of hope flickering into a full-on fire. Stuttering slightly she gave him a small smile, “Yeah?”

“Yes,” he squeezed her shoulders with a bright grin before frowning, “But I also need to apologize. I never should have invaded your privacy by looking at your notebook like that. Had I known that you didn’t want me to see it I never would have gone against your wishes like that.”

“No, it’s okay, Adrien! You didn’t know,” Marinette reached a hand out hesitantly before placing it on one of the hands that were clutching her shoulder, giving it a small squeeze.

“Regardless, I shouldn’t have done it,” Adrien shook his head, “I don’t even know why I did. I guess I just thought I’d get to see more of your artwork.”

She hummed, nodding her head in understanding, “I understand, really.”

Reluctantly, Adrien nodded his own head, “I have another question for you too, if you don’t mind. Was it you who wrote that anonymous love letter to me last year?”

Marinette’s cheeks flamed and she ducked her head down shyly before giving him a small nod, “Y-yeah, that was me. I didn’t think you’d remember that.”

“Marinette, I could never forget that,” he laughed quietly, squeezing her shoulders again before sucking in a deep breath, “If I tell you something do you promise not to laugh?”

She frowned instantly, shaking her head, “Adrien, I would never laugh at you!”

“Okay,” the model took in another lungful of air before blurting out, “I have a huge crush on Ladybug!”

Wait... Did she hear that right? Marinette’s eyes blinked a few times in confusion before she spoke, “What?”

“I know, I know, it’s silly of me to have a crush on a literal superhero, right? But I just couldn’t help it!”

No, there’s absolutely no way that she has been competing with herself this whole time. The whole idea was so laughably odd that the only way this joke would be funnier if Adrien were Chat Noir. But that was impossible. So instead, she responded to him with more confusion, “Wait, have you even met her?”

“Yeah, she’s saved me a few times,” Adrien ducked his head shyly, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. Not that I could ever forget, Marinette giggled to herself silently as her cheeks turned a bright shade of red. The boy in front of her shook his head quickly though, “But I didn’t want to talk about that too much! I have to admit that my crush on Ladybug left me a little blind when it came to other girls in my life. Left me a little blind to you, but I think that could change.”

Marinette was immediately dropped out of her daydreams of sneaking into Adrien’s room as Ladybug and snapped back into the present. Was he serious? She managed to speak barely above a whisper, “What?”

“Marinette, I think I could love you. Who knows maybe I already do. Even just reading the first few lines of your letter made me so happy. I can’t imagine what reading the rest of them would do!”

It was all she could do not to drag Adrien down for a kiss, instead choosing to clarify hesitantly, “D-does that mean you want to try dating or...?” she trailed off, letting him decide how the rest of the conversation. She had already, albeit unknowingly, laid all her cards out on the table so it was time for him to do the same.

“If you’ll still have me, even knowing that I’m unbelievably nosy,” he chuckled with a small grin.

“Adrien, i-if you don’t mind I would r-really like to kiss you right now,” Marinette stuttered boldly through, her hands clenching at her sides.

“O-oh, okay,” the model nodded, his cheeks a cherry red.

Marinette’s eyes widened briefly before she stood up on her tip-toes, wrapping her arms around his neck as she tugged him down for a slow, sweet kiss. Her hands threaded through Adrien’s hair, running her fingers through the blonde locks as he shivered pleasantly in her arms. One day, she thought to herself as she tilted her head, one day when Hawkmoth is long gone. I’ll let him know that he’s been in love with the same girl the whole time.

#adrinetteapril2020 #adrienetteapril2020 #adrinette #adrienette #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #fic

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fluffyxai · 4 years

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This doesn't really have a purpose, it was a silly doodle and I never finished it but I kept seeing it in my unfinished pics folder and I always thought it had potential so decided to go back and fix it up heh.

I love playing with scenes from the jungle book. Changing details about the scenes and explore how they would play out differently. This one was just a silly little idea based around the idea of what if the one playing the Bagheera of the scene and trying to rescue their friend failed to wake up the captured companion X3

And sometimes it's just fun to come back to Kaa. As much as I love more original snakes, the ol' disney boy is a classic, and he's just an entertaining character X3

"Hehe~ He won't BE here in the morning..." came a voice from somewhere behind Fluttershy, after she'd muttered something about coming back in the morning to check on the animals she had just taken to a new home at the edge of the Everfree forest.

Hearing this voice, the yellow pegasus turned to see her escort, Spirit Wind, wrapped up in the twisting coils of a certain Everfree snake she had met once before. She knew of this snake and his special magic, and she could see that Spirit had fallen under the snake's powerful spell, as he had a big plastic smile across his face and his eyes were flashing with colourful rings that flowed outwards from the middles. How this snake had even managed to capture the pony without her knowing he was even there was surprising.

Fluttershy yelled "KAA! Wait!" and leapt up to try and save her coltfriend. Fluttershy would never be known to harm an animal, even a sly, hungry snake like Kaa, but she simply jumped to action out of desperation to save her Spirit. A good hard shove on the long neck of the serpent was not enough to cause him to drop the stallion, however, but it did get his attention.

Kaa frowned as he advanced on Fluttershy, whose face fell into a fearful look as she stumbled back. She only found herself tripping over the snake's coils which were littering the ground, and felt them suddenly wrap around her. The little pony squeaked out a meek yelp, but couldn't do anything before in a moment she was held in the grasp of the thick, muscly coils.

"You shouldn't have done that, little pony..." Kaa began to speak threateningly towards Fluttershy, irritated by the interruption. She looked over the snake's shoulder at her coltfriend who was still trapped in the twisting grip of the snake's long tail. As Kaa looked right into her eyes, she saw rings of a different colour shift into each eye. In that moment, part of her just wanted to stop and watch what happened next, because she knew what was coming and remembered deep down how nice it would feel. But she closed her eyes before the snake could cast his manipulating spell on her, refusing to look into his eyes so that she wouldn't be hypnotised!

But all it took was one short command from Kaa. "Look me in the eye when I'm ssspeaking to you," he hissed, and Fluttershy found her eye instinctively opening to look at the snake, and found herself gazing into the shifting rings of colour flowing through his eyes. She immediately felt strange, dizzy and weak, and a smile already began to fight its way onto her face; partially a nervous smile, partially because of the warm and comfortable feeling coming over her, and what she knew was going to happen.

"P- Please… Kaa..." Fluttershy pleaded desperately. But it was too late.

"Both eyes… if you please." Kaa hissed, and before he even finished his command, the pony's stubborn other eye sprung open eagerly.

As colours enveloped Fluttershy's vision, the poor little pony felt her every thought drifting away as she became very relaxed. And soon she too was smiling widely, caught under the snake's spell.

It was up to her to save Spirit… he had been caught by the snake, and was now trapped in his coils and happily under Kaa's hypnotising magic. He needed Fluttershy to save him, but now her hooves hung down from the coils limply and helplessly as a big smile crossed her face. She couldn't move, all she wanted to do was stare into Kaa's eyes now. She was supposed to be fighting, supposed to be stopping Kaa and helping Spirit, but she just… couldn't. Fluttershy couldn't even think at all now. She was completely under his power.

Kaa smirked and flicked his tongue out. He had now defeated both the tasty little ponies, and there was nothing the helpless creatures could do to save themselves now. Nothing anypony could do.

Not unless another friend happened to come flying by right at this moment, that is.

#Fluttershy #Spirit Wind #Kaa #snake #hypnosis #coils #coiling #coiled #wrapped #wrapping #swirly eyes #comic #mlp #pony #pegasus #earth pony #smiling #forest

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houseofvans · 6 years

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ART SCHOOL | Q&A with ALBERT MERCADO

Lover of art, BMX and pickles, artist Albert Mercado aka Box Palm creates colorfully rad drawings that not only had us laughing for more, but also curious about the man behind the broccoli riding the bike. We’re exploring some of Albert’s works as well as chatting with him to find out more about his artwork, what he listens to when he’s drawing, and what his experience was like using the Vans Custom shop to create his own one-of-a-kind Slip-Ons.

All photographs by Justin Kosman.

Introduce yourself? Hi, Im Albert Mercado. I’m from sunny San Diego, California. I’m a Professional BMX rider and the Illustrator behind Boxpalm! I love pickles and if you ever brought me one (or a jar) id be forever grateful.

How would you describe your artwork? Puns personified? Basically taking anything that I think would look silly on a bike. I keep them light hearted and playful. Some based on BMX riders, current events, my friends, and a lot of is based on FOOD.

When did you start really getting into drawing? When I was younger, my two older brothers and I used to all draw together. It was really fun and one of my favorite memories. I kind of fell out of it for awhile because I spent a lot of time riding bikes, but then I slowly got back into it over the last few years. It took a second to get the hang of digitizing everything, but that’s the direction I really wanted to go.

What’s your process like? When do you find you are the most creative? Morning or night? I carry a sketchbook around with me most the time. If I have time, I’ll sketch out a funny moment I saw or take a quick note on my phone. I feel more creative in the morning for sure. Fresh morning energy and a giant cup up coffee usually gets me going. Don’t get me wrong though, I spend a lot late nights doodling. Creativity is hard to pin down down. It’s a wild creature.

Would you say that your personality is reflected in your drawings? Absolutely! Growing up I always imagined people as inanimate objects or inanimate objects as people. It’s a blast to be able to translate that into art.

You draw a lot of bikes in your stuff. When did you start seeing this crossover with art and bmx? I’ve been riding BMX forever. Its pretty one sided of me, but bikes surround my life, family, friends, travel, and my day-to-day is all about bikes! I love it. It was only fitting to have my art based around bikes. So a few years ago, when I started getting back into art, I decided I was going to mesh my worlds together and create Boxpalm!

You recently did some amazing Vans using the Vans Custom Shop. Can you tell us a little about the design and how the process was for you? Thanks! The design is based around a handful of my favorite Boxpalm characters. I’ve always wanted to create a pattern with them. Vans Customs were the perfect opportunity to bring that idea to life. I am stoked on the outcome! The shoes came out so rad.

What do you do to overcome drawer’s block? I usually just get outside. I’m always inspired by pedaling around on my bike. Sometimes all it takes is a little fresh air and a quick session at the skatepark to reset my brain and get me back into the creative spirit. After all my first creative outlet was BMX.

What do you do when you’re not drawing? When I’m not drawing, I’m usually riding BMX, I spend a lot of time pedaling around San Diego. With all the constant construction and renovations going on it’s pretty easy to catch a session just about anywhere in the city.

What kind of music are you jamming to when you’re working on something? Arcade Fire, Pixies, Of Montreal, Clap your Hands Say Yeah, and tons of stuff in that genre. I mean the list is endless haha. Mostly relaxing melodic music that’s easy on the brain, that’s usually what vibes with me.

If you could own any piece of art, what would it be and why? Thats a crazy question! My first thought was to have some crazy priceless art from hundreds of years ago. Then I thought I’d rather have some originals from one of my all time favorite artists, Jim Houser.

What are your favorite Vans? Old Skool Pros for sure. To me they are perfect shoes to ride in and they are stylish. Just high enough to have ankle support and not low enough that I feel so exposed. Can’t go wrong with a pair of those bad boys.

What are you super excited about that is coming up this year? Oh lots! New Sticker packs will be out soon, I’m in the process of sorting out some new tees and accessories, and I plan to bring back prints this summer! All fun things coming real soon. Also I have a major collaboration coming around August. I really can’t speak on it, but I’m super excited to show everyone!

FOLLOW ALBERT | WEBSITE | INSTAGRAM

#Art #Vans #Vans Art #Vans BMX #Art School #Albert Mercado #boxpalm #drawing #interview #bikes

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therealmaggiemedia · 5 years

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School Life Script E104 Swimming Lessons

ok here is the forth episode of school life enjoy SCHOOL LIFE E104 SWIMMING LESSONS WRITTEN BY DANIEL HARRINGTON FADE IN INT, MRS HENDERSON’S CLASS-DAY Mrs Henderson is talking to the class about there lessons. MRS HENDERSON Class today I believe you have swimming with Mr Bunting and I believe Susanne has not yet the pleasure of meeting but not to worry he is very nice so swimming with Mr Bunting this afternoon I do trust you have all brought your swimming things! SUSANNE Mrs Henderson I didn’t bring any swimming things! MRS HENDERSON Not worry Susanne your new its understandable so the school will lend you some for the day! SUSANNE Thank you! JIMMY That’s a shame I was looking forward to seeing Susanne’s bottom! SUSANNE (ANGRY) Why don’t you shut up Jimmy! JIMMY Nah I enjoy upsetting you too much Wilson! SUSANNE I think I need to take a walk outside to calm down is that okay Mrs Henderson! MRS HENDERSON Yes Susanne that’s fine just come straight back here! KATE You really upset Susanne Jimmy! MARY Do you get a kick out of doing that well do you? JIMMY No only Susanne a girl with a funny accent! KATE Well she can’t help that she is from London! OUTSIDE THE ROOM Susanne is taking deep breathes to calm herself after Jimmy make her angry SUSANNE Okay Susanne he’s just a silly boy your better then him! Then the bell rings for morning break. SUSANNE Phew Saved by the bell! But Mrs Henderson calls Susanne towards her. MRS HENDERSON Susanne can I have a word please? Then Susanne walks towards her. SUSANNE Yes Mrs Henderson? MRS HENDERSON I noticed you got rather cross with Jimmy can you tell me why? SUSANNE He just gets on my nerves and I hate it when he says rude things about me! MRS HENDERSON Okay Susanne just try not to get mad in future! SUSANNE I will I’ll try my best! Mrs Henderson smilies at Susanne. MRS HENDERSON Now didn’t you say you had no swimming things! SUSANNE That’s right Mrs Henderson I forgot it was swimming today! MRS HENDERSON Well lets get you some swimming things from the store room! INT, THE SWIMMING POOL The Class are now wearing bathing suits and the teacher Mr Bunting is telling them how to swim. MR BUNTING (SCOTTISH ACCENT) Today I will teach you how to swim but before I start I see we have a new pupil you the girl with dark brown hair what’s your name and where you hail from? SUSANNE Excuse me but I didn’t understand a word you just said! MR BUNTING I Said who are you and where do you come from? SUSANNE Now why didn’t you say that in the first place! MR BUNTING Ach I see we have a girl with sass well there will be no sassy lasses in my class now tell me information I require! SUSANNE Okay my name is Susanne Wilson originally from London is that what you want Mc Doodle is it? IN MR BROWN’S OFFICE Susanne is standing in front of the desk facing Mr brown still wearing her bathing suit. MR BROWN Being rude to the teacher is not acceptable Susanne! SUSANNE Well he was asking for it he was asking questions unrelated to the lesson and I will not stand for that! MR BROWN Maybe not but I will be writing to your parents to inform them of your behaviour! SUSANNE Can we not do that and let it slide remember I’m a new pupil still learning the ropes! Mr Brown gave her an angry look SUSANNE I think I’ll get changed and have a shower! IN THE GIRLS CHANGING ROOM Susanne has had her shower and is now wearing a white towel around her. SUSANNE (ANGRY) Stupid Mr Brown and Mr Bunting they’ll be sorry I grantee that! KATE Susanne what are you thinking of doing? SUSANNE I Saw this TV show once where this boy put sugar in a car’s petrol tank that’s what I’ll do! KATE If you do that then that maybe the last TV show you ever do see for a while! SUSANNE Am I bothered, is my face bothered because I ain’t bothered! KATE Okay your not bothered! MARY So sugar in a petrol tank isn’t that from the Simpsons! SUSANNE Oh you watch that show too? MARY Yes never miss it! KATE Susanne will be missing a lot more then that if she carries it out! SUSANNE Its happening believe me! EXT, THE PLAYGROUND Susanne is talking to Jimmy Susanne is now wearing her normal clothes. JIMMY So you want to put sugar in the Teacher’s petrol tank sounds like a good plan but I do require my payment of one kiss! SUSANNE Okay no problem! Susanne Kisses Jimmy. JIMMY and later you can show me your girl parts in the Bike shed! Susanne slaps hid face SUSANNE Don’t be dirty! Jimmy gives Susanne a bag of Sugar. JIMMY Here you go you do one I’ll do the other that way we’ll get it done faster! SUSANNE Okay! Susanne walks over to Mr Brown’s Rover takes off the cap and pours in the sugar but she doesn’t notice Mr Brown is standing behind her. MR BROWN Ahem! Susanne stops what she is doing and turns around and she sees its Mr Brown. SUSANNE Oh hello Mr Brown! MR BROWN Susanne can I ask you something? SUSANNE Ask away! MR BROWN Why are you pouring sugar in my petrol tank? SUSANNE Um I’m not sure it just seemed like a good idea at the time! MR BROWN This incident is also going in your letter home tonight! SUSANNE Gordon Bennet! INT, THE WILSON’S LIVING ROOM-LATER Susanne is sitting on the couch being told off by her Dad who has a letter in his hand from her school. GEORGE Being Rude to teachers Sugar in the petrol tank, Susanne how could you? SUSANNE Well he was asking silly questions like where do I come from and what my name was! GEORGE Well perhaps he was being friendly I’m not going to punish you this time but do something like this again and I’ll ground you! SUSANNE I Promise I won’t do anything like this again! GEORGE That’s my good girl! George and Susanne hug INT, THE SCHOOL CORRIDOR-DAY Susanne is walking down the corridor when Jimmy stops her! JIMMY So how did it go? SUSANNE (ANGRY) Thanks for leaving me to take the blame Jimmy that was real nice! JIMMY Yeah that was funny you got in trouble and me I got away with it! SUSANNE What if someone was to tell Mr Brown all about it! JIMMY Like he’d believe you! SUSANNE Oh no just watch! She walks up to Mr Brown who was just coming down the corridor SUSANNE Mr Brown I have some information about the other person who sugared the other car! MR BROWN You do Susanne! SUSANNE Yes I do! MR BROWN Good lets go to my office so I can write it down on report! SUSANNE Right away sir! Susanne follows Mr Brown to his office. JIMMY I hope she doesn’t tell on me because if she lands me in deep dog poo then I’m in for it! KATE Well you’ve only got yourself to blame for that Jimmy! IN MR BROWN’S OFFICE Susanne is standing in front of his desk facing him she is giving him information about the other person. SUSANNE Then I saw Jimmy Peterson running away from the same car park I was in with you yesterday! MR BROWN Are you sure about this Susanne? SUSANNE Oh yes sir I never lie ask my parents! MR BROWN Well thank you for the information Susanne! SUSANNE No problem at all sir! FADE TO LATER IN MR BROWN’S OFFICE Susanne has now left the room and Jimmy Peterson is now standing where Susanne was standing. MR BROWN So Mr Peterson you thought you’d got away with it didn’t you? JIMMY Yeah and I would have too if it wasn’t for Susanne Wilson the Grass! MR BROWN I’m glad you reminded me of that Jimmy because now Susanne gets a smiley sticker on her file! He puts a sticker on Susanne’s file. MR BROWN And you get a red angry face sticker!! JIMMY I’m use to that! MR BROWN Also you get our star prize 2 weeks in the isolation room! JIMMY How come I get isolation and Susanne gets nothing! MR BROWN Because you were the brains of the outfit! IN THE CORRIDOR Susanne is talking to Jimmy JIMMY Thanks a lot Susanne now I got 2 weeks isolation and you got away with it that is not fair at all! SUSANNE Life is not fair Jimmy enjoy isolation! She walks away from him and goes to her classroom. THE END

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franeridart · 7 years

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Can we also talk about how Bakugou went from "weird haired guy" to "Kirishima. Change of plans". Oh man I didn't realize how much I missed the anime *cries*

BOI CAN’T WE I just spent the whole morning crying over seeing the moment Bakugou recognizes Kirishima as an equal animated nbd at all r i p me - I think this might be the first time Bakugou calls anyone by their name, actually, and I just!!! that’s because Bakugou heard Kirishima’s words and recognized him as a good partner and a worthy hero and someone whom he could respect and I’m gonna be grateful for chapter 133 for the insight on this for the rest of my always I !!!!!! have feelings g a h

Anon said:ok ok ok ok but but listen what about BAKGOU AND OCHAKO they are the most popular couple and the most cutest , i think you should try to draw them once i would love love to see this !!! of course just if you want hehe thanx

Ahhh sorry anon but I really don’t ship that - I mean, it’s true that I ship Bakugou with a bunch of people aside from my main two, but if they’re part of Deku’s group you can fairly assume they’re not between my Bakugou ships? And I only romantically ship Uraraka with Deku, Tsuyu and Iida anyway so! You’re probably not gonna see any romantic baku/ocha from me, sorry o

Anon said:Since we know what Bakugou’s parents are like, what do you think Kirishima’s parents are like?

I have a similar ask somewhere asking about Kaminari’s parents as well, so I guess I’ll answer both here?? As a general rule I don’t really like making headcanons over stuff I’m sure the manga will give me in the future, so I can’t say I’ve thought about this too much - there are a few things I work under the assumption of while drawing, like for example I’m taking for granted they both have at least functional families, considering Aizawa personally visited their homes to ask their guardians about allowing them back to school, and if anything had been weird he would have noticed

I like to think Kaminari got his quirk straight from one of his two parents with no mixing happening, and got the Kaminari surname from them as well, but that’s all I ever allowed myself to settle on as far as Kami’s family goes, everything else changes based on what I need for the current scenario I’m thinking about… I do often end back on him being an only child, though - in the same way depending on how angst or lighthearted I want it to be my ideas for Kirishima’s family change a lot, but generally I think I mostly fall back on the idea of him having a big family? In a scenario like that his parents are kind and love him a lot, but having many children and needing to split their attention on all of them might cause them to overlook him a little (it would explain his obsession with being flashy, for me) then again, who knows? I don’t know how canon you can consider the infos SMASH gives, but in one of the strips Kiri mentions working part-time, and the fact that he doesn’t seem to have problems with money kinda makes me believe he might be independent from his family like that (unless he’s a rich kid, also very entertaining as a possiblity)

I’ve seen a lot of headcanons floating around about both of these guys’ families and possibly being related to villains, that would be cool too, though I’m not sure how much I believe it

I’m sorry this ended up being little to no useful at all lol as I said, I just shift between scenarios a lot - imagine settling on one and growing attached and then having to let it go once Hori proves it wrong, that’d be terrible for me

Anon said:Oh my god…we had a black cat called nitro !! He was super affectionate and high strung. Thanks for reminding me of him. great art as always !!!

You’re!!! the second person telling me they have/had a cat called that!!!! °O° is it a popular name for cats? I just called her that for Baku’s quirk tbh hahaha

Anon said:I would L.O.V.E to do a BNHA art collab with you my lord!

BOI THAT’S FLATTERING!!!!!! I’ve never done collabs before though, so I dunno if I’m comfortable with this? I’ll !!! have to think about it!

Anon said:Not only is your art adorable but how much you babble on in the tags is absolutely precious, you’re like a sunshine who always brightens up the day just by being yourself!

Way to make me blush anon oh my g o d!!!!!! I’m??? glad I can make you smile with my incoherent blabbering??? It’s super nice to know because tbh I just have way too much to say about everything hahaha (read: I dunno how to shut up. ever. rip)

Anon said:I just wanted to say your asks posts and doodles and literally just your whole blog in general brightens up my day so much no matter how sucky it’s been. I had a rough day today but the first thing I saw when I got on tumblr was one of your bakugou drawings and it made me smile when nothing else that day did and I just wanted you to know that. Also you seem like one of the most honest and heartwarming people ever. I hope you have a good weekend. ❤️

gODS what’s up with you guys trying so hard to make me a smiling and blushing mess here aaaahhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!! thank?? you???? I’m really, really, really happy I could make you smile!!! That’s the reason why I post my stuff to begin with, knowing I could help you even just a little bit means a lot!!!

Anon said:I’m really sorry if I reposted anything!!!!! Its truly out of habit….😌 But really, I’m sorry. (By the way, your art is amazing!!)

Thank you!! And as long as you took down whatever you reposted, your apology is more than accepted! Thank you for being understanding! But that kind of habit is something you should really grow out of, anon - for most artists, if they wanted their art on other websites they would post it themselves, and as long as it’s about sharing it here on tumblr a reblog is more than good enough! It’s nice of you to want to share my things, and I’m happy you like my stuff enough to want more people to see it, but since I don’t have accounts anywhere else on the internet I don’t really want my stuff there either - a link back to the original post would suffice if all you want is share, wouldn’t it?

About this, thank you so much to all the super nice people telling me they’re sorry about my stuff being reposted! There’s a lot of you and posting all the asks here would make this post insanely long, but know that I read all of them and I appreciate every word! To those mentioning they do tell people to take my stuff down when they notice it being reposted, thank you so so so so much, and to those worrying I might stop posting, for now that’s still not going to happen - I might reduce the amount of stuff I post for specific fandoms or ships, but I love it all too much and I love sharing my love for them too much to just stop. And thank you for all the nice words and compliments too, you’re all so kind to me !!!!

Anon said:I don’t know if you’re familiar with Dave and Buster’s (it’s a big arcade/restaurant for mainly adults) but I went the other day and all I could think about was “holy shit, Kuroo, Bokuto, and Terushima would have the time of their lives here” anyway, just thought I’d share that with you since I know you ship them as well cx

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! we don’t have those in Italy so I can’t say I am, but this sounds interesting and if it’s bo kuro and teru I’m always up for hearing more! What kind of place is it? How does it work?? *O*

Anon said:Not a question or anything but I just found your blog and it is so nice??? Like all your art is amazing and you’ve made bakushimanari my ot3 and you bakusquad doodles are just perfect too. Just thank you for existing and your art and ideas just give me life. That’s all

THANK YOU OH MY GODS!!!!!!!!!! I’m so so so happy you like my squad stuff?? Lately they’re the most entertaining thing to draw tbh, I’m glad there’s actually people who like all the silliness hahaha I wish you the best weekend, anon, I know this ask just made mine, tbh!!

Anon said:LMAO when did Allen strip I don’t remember that

It’s in an extra! God I can’t remember what they were talking about so I can’t find it, I’ve been trying to since I got this ask (if??? anyone knows??? that’d be much appreciated???) but anyway they were hosting something? It might have been a character poll or something similar but I’m not sure, and Allen was The Host™ and at some point he started stripping and talking about added prices for it and if I remember right Reever and/or Johnny might have started crying for his forever lost and now non-existent innocence (was that a pun? possibly)

Anon said:OMG!!! I get so excited every time I see you posted something and now you just !!! uploaded !!!! all !!!! these !!!! BAKUGOU !!!! BIRTHDAY !!!!! COMICS !!!! AND !!!! I !!!!! AM !!!!! SO !!!! HAPPY !!!!!! (and they are all so adorable!!)

I’M GLAD YOU LIKED THEM HOLY SMOKES!!!!!!! Every time I post so much all together I always worry it’s too much haha I’m sorry for clogging all your dashboards now and again rip

Anon said:I was so excited this chapter of bnha because I thought we’d finally learn Kirishima, my babies, backstory but then we didn’t and now I’m sad (im still holding out for him having met/seen Bakugou in middle school for some reason and being inspired or something).

That’s tbh a good headcanon I’ve seen around now and again, and until Horikoshi will finally stop holding back all the Kiri infos you!!! keep on doing your thing!!!! he for sure already knew of him because everyone did thanks to the sludge incident, so why the heck not

(I can’t say I share the hc though, since until they fought together during the USJ attack Kirishima did think of Bakugou’s quirk as Everything He Ever Wanted™, but he didn’t seem to be much into Bakugou himself? I dunno I dunno Kiri’s very gay and got around to sticking to Bakugou like glue in something like fifteen chapters I can’t say we saw much of how he used to think of him before deciding he wanted to marry him lmao)

Anon said:I love Kirishima so much it’s genuinely confusing, like this boy is literally sunshine and I want him to be happy with his explody bf. The latest chapters gave me life because he is shining and I want the world to love him like I love him. Your art of him is beautiful and the best thing ever.

BOY THANK YOU!!!! I’m glad I can do him justice in your opinion? He’s SO MUCH and SO BRIGHT !!!!!!!!!! It’s kind of hard, making him just as good as he is in canon, but that’s cause he’s perfect how is he that perfect how does he even do that I 100% share all of your confusion anon when did I even fall this hard for that child

Anon said:I’m most into the voltron fandom tonight so if I followed every blog that was suggested I would be burried in more discourse than I can handle lmao so I will just try to dig through tags to find weeks

……that’s really one messy fandom you decided to stick with, anon, I admire your strength - but!!! as far as ship weeks go, since the voltron fandom is pretty huge maybe there might be a blog dedicated specifically to letting you know when fandom events are supposed to happen! You should try digging around for that!!!

#fran answers #i gtg gtg gtg #i'm so lateeee #any mistakes in this depend on the fact that it's WAY TOO LONG and i'm l a t e #ripppp #anonymous

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Little Death: Chapter 5 - Remember

Nightmarish hell.

Contains fluff and a large cup of angst.

This chapter was originally so long, I decided to split it into two different chapters. (This chapter alone is 4,610 words!)

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Her eyes opened up as water gradually dripped down from her face all the way to her sharp chin. She was tired, though she had just woken up. It was Christmas Day after all, but despite the peaceful festivities, Amélie couldn’t help but feel that something was clawing in the back of her head today. It felt as if she missed something, but it was unclear.

She had been washing her face (for the morning came, albeit far too quick) and snow had come down hard on the streets. Both London and Paris experienced fairly moderate amounts of snow drifting down towards the ground, so it was, indeed, a very white Christmas.

Lena casually popped into the bathroom and had wrapped her arms just behind Amélie. The girl poked her head over to face the mirror with a small grin. “G’mornin’! Merry Christmas, luv!” Her high-pitched Cockney accent had uttered.

The woman chuckled slightly, giving a small smile of her own. Her hands found their way to meet up with Lena’s own, and with a gentle squeeze, she shuffled her body around. “Salut, mon amour (Hello, my love). Merry Christmas to you, too. Tell me,” Amélie lifted up Lena’s chin and tilted her head to the side. “When is my present coming?”

Nervously, the smaller Brit laughed a bit. “Um...tonight. Yeah, tonight! It’s-it’s gonna be real fun when ya get it, I promise!” Her nervous laughter became a bit more apparent, then she rubbed her neck, hoping to ease the tension. “I just gotta...prepare...” She muttered the last sentence, and a hint of a blush came.

“It’ll be special! Just for you.” Lena exclaimed and snuggled up onto the woman’s arm.

“Take your time then,” She began, “I patiently await what you’ve in store.” Her smile had appeared once more in the process. Everything seemed to be in order, so Amélie had finished up drying her face with a towel with one hand. For a moment, the woman took some time to stare at herself in the mirror. It was like seeing the reflection of somebody’s nightmare, but over the years she had thought she’d grown used to it by now.

“Lena,” She glanced downwards, as the girl peeked over and hummed in response. “Do you think Doctor Ziegler could truly fix me?”

Almost immediately, the adventurer nodded. “No question ‘bout it!”

Though reassuring, Amélie was still not convinced. She had given a small smile, but it rapidly faded away. “I don’t mind my skin color, nor how unnatural I look. I simply want to...not hurt anymore. Physically.”

Rubbing her chin, Lena recalled back to the time the both of them went in together to review all possible outcomes of this operation. Though her skin deficiency would take months to revert, everything else would seemingly be fixed. At least, that’s what Angela had told the both of them.

But there was of course the possibility of canceling it, or outright the operation doesn’t work. Optimistic as it were, even the doctor herself wasn’t quite sure if it was possible. She would have to spend quite some time working on every potential outcome and have several backup plans if the need arose.

Amélie felt a warm presence press their cheek onto her arm again. It tickled her, and it reassured her of so many things. “I’ll love you regardless, Amélie! Even if it doesn’t work out all that well.”

Chuckling, the woman gently pushed Lena away. “I’m going to go get something to eat. You...clean yourself up.” Just before she shifted her body around to face the doorway, the two girls parted with a quick and affirming kiss to each other on the cheek.

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While Lena proceeded to do her own hygienic needs, the cold woman proceeded to the kitchen, where she had found Emily already up and munching away at the salad from last night. Strange, considering a salad wasn’t usually a proper thing to eat. However, she had no right to disagree on whether or not anything a friend was eating was wrong.

What piqued her interest more was the empty canvas hovering over the freckled girl. Surely by now she could have at least doodled, at the very least? There wasn’t even a hint of any pencil markings or scraps of paper anywhere to be found. Whatever the case, the woman did not mind. She was starving, and she wanted to go eat a few slices of bread with Nutella, and perhaps butter it up instead.

Coupled with some herbal tea, Amélie decided she would have a light breakfast in comparison to what she’d usually favor. She took a seat right next to Emily, and quietly observed her eat, and focus on nothing but eating. It seemed to her that the redheaded Brit was a little bit lost on what to create, so much that she didn’t even say hello or acknowledge the woman’s presence.

Gently, Amélie prodded Emily on her exposed shoulder. Just from her icy touch alone, Emily flinched and almost flung her fork across the room. “Oh, God! Don’t scare me like that!”

Smirking, the woman chuckled some. “I see you’re quite busy.”

In response, Emily pouted and mildly picked up some bits of lettuce to chew on. “Not like this, mate. At this rate I’m getting nowhere.”

“I am quite sure you’ll figure it out, Emily. After all...you are talented, oui (yes)?” Amélie replied, as she proceeded to take a bite out of her buttered bread.

Out in the corner of her eye, she saw plenty of reference photos minimized down. Sneakily, she pulled one photo over and expanded it. It was rather beautiful, just a reference photo of a cityscape from last night. Even if it were artificial, she would’ve loved to see this hand-drawn in some way.

She hummed, placing the photo back where it belonged. The other reference photos seemed irrelevant, or simply, Amélie had no idea what they were for. Interestingly enough, there were some sample photos of the woman herself, presumably taken from Lena’s phone. That little young Brit always had a knack for taking sneaky selfies of Amélie, after all.

“En veux-tu plus (Do you want more?)” A familiar voice had called out, echoing throughout the room. The accent was French, but it sounded much like her own, albeit...younger. Amélie froze up and gulped down her bread, turning to Emily, who had been packing up her canvas and pencil.

“...What?” The cold woman murmured, “Did you...did you say something?”

The redheaded girl diverted her attention back to Amélie with a confused look. She was just about ready to get up and put her plate into the sink. “I didn’t say anything. You alright?”

How odd. Amélie softly bit her lower lip, wondering what on Earth that even was. She simply nodded her head to reaffirm Emily, and the freckled girl went about her own business. Maybe she forgot to drink her medicine? No...hallucinations or even any remote disembodied voices didn’t just magically show up without her taking medicine. Even before, she was fine without it.

But then she had to look up from her plate, and the woman almost fell out of her own chair; her late husband was sitting just across the table, smiling as he was eating on an invisible plate. He had a bit of a curious look in his eyes, but they were not aimed directly at Amélie in her chair. How was this even possible?

Distorted French emitted out of his mouth. It was hard to decipher, and even more so for Amélie to remember. Where was she in this? She had no recollection of this memory, or at least, not from what her disoriented and scattered memories suggested.

An apparition appeared just as Gérard turned his head upwards. It was...Amélie, but not the current one. It was a phantom that looked exactly like her just a little over eight years ago, when she was around Lena’s age. There was a certain seductiveness in her that she never expressed, even in private to her own husband. Gérard’s curious eyes shifted to a more surprised set, but it gradually eased into one of desire.

No. This was certainly not her, definitely if it’s what she thought this was. The woman started losing her appetite and her heart - despite being so slow already - had somehow managed to skip a beat. A memory was trying to recall itself, but this one in particular was vivid. Even before, the most vivid memory was simply a fragment; maybe a voice or a sliver of her daily life, but this? This was more of a complete memory, reliving an echo of times long passed. Their voices - or whatever they were speaking to each other about that night - echoed throughout the loft. Only Amélie could hear them as Emily disappeared back into her guest room for a bit, mostly to retrieve something. Lena wasn’t out yet, and Winston had been out cold from the eggnog from their little late night festivities last night.

“...think I like this side of you.” A thick French accent had said. It belonged to Gérard’s, that much Amélie could still remember back then. The apparition’s appearances became more visually crisp, and Gérard had his silly little mustache that he insisted he kept. As ridiculous as it was, he promised Amélie he’d let it grow into a beard or keep it clean-cut if she desired, but only after his duties were fulfilled and he was allowed to leave properly. People always said he reminded them of Gomez from the Addams Family, and he had planned to change that.

His hands searched the younger Amélie’s body, rubbing her sides up and down. “Oh? Perhaps you would like to show me how much this side of me excites you, then?” Past-Amélie’s voice rang out. A soft, and alluring chuckle followed just before she kissed him, and rather passionately so. Whatever this sight was, it wasn’t pleasant for present-day Amélie to witness anymore.

Present-time Amélie clutched her armrests. She moved forward, almost as if to yell at the both of them, but she’d know she’d look insane if she did that. Even in a room full of emptiness, somebody in this household would definitely come check up on her. So, Amélie opted to remain silent.

The apparitions parted, and Past-Amélie raised her eyebrow, impishly smirking. “En veux-tu plus (Do you want more?)”

Her question repeated once more. He laughed in response, and nodded.

“Ouh...do I want more...? Oui...beaucoup plus (Yes...much more).”

He began lifting up the past-Frenchwoman’s shirt, revealing only a bra. There wasn’t even a hint of hesitation to his actions, or even a remote sense that something was off. It hurt her, seeing her husband this way.

“Take me, then.” Her past-self had asserted, as she once again began passionately kissing her so-called ‘beloved’ husband. Her arms reached down so she could successfully lift up his work-shirt with one hand, while the other worked on unbuttoning his pants. Amélie could not bear to witness this spectacle anymore.

Before long, slight moaning from both parties were heard, and it caused the woman to further avoid this mess. There was a hint of laughter, just before the younger woman whispered into Gérard’s ear.

“Je vous ferai sentir en vie (I’ll make you feel alive).”

Present-Amélie turned away in shame. There was no more denying this. No, it was not a suppressed memory, but a forgotten one. She had remembered this horrible, horrible night. This had been the worst possible way to relive it all. It wasn’t even trying to be delicate. It was not even a hallucination, but a really screwed up memory. She remembered this was the night she lost him, and in more ways than one.

This was the night he chose somebody else.

Gérard had chosen her...Widowmaker. Not Amélie. Not the love of his life whom he cherished dearly, and fought so hard to protect; Not the one who he called ‘best friend’ all of his life. Not one who promised he’d never take advantage of, and only accepted it if he knew she wanted it. It was not Amélie, but an elaborate disguise crafted by Talon. A parting gift, as it were, hand-wrapped by Widowmaker herself to prove a statement. It was a cruel joke, saying that things were no longer in her control. Her husband had chosen the devil thinking Amélie was truly wanting him in that way that night.

It was to ensure she lived in Hell for the rest of her life, knowing somebody she trusted everything with had given it all away. And for what? A night of mindless sex and revelry?

Lies. All of it was just fucking lies. She had thought her husband loved her, but it was not the case. It was a farce. Agonizing as it was, she understood now that it was just a cruel lie to cover up the bitter truth. Her heart ached in an invisible pain, realizing this was something she fell into.

The worst part was not remembering it, oh no. It was accepting the fact that she let it happen, because she and Widowmaker were one and the same...at least, in her eyes. She was no different from a cold-blooded and emotionally stripped assassin. It pained her so much, yet she could not cry. She couldn’t feel anything from being so numbed over the years.

But someone out there in the organization wanted her to forget. Whether it be that they knew, or simply, they didn’t want her to suffer anymore. After years and years of all of this agonizing pain, she had no more tears left to give. She had no more anger to fuel the fire.

There was just emptiness inside of her. It hurt to know that she couldn’t feel anything about it anymore. It made her feel less humane.

Her chair had creaked as Amélie scooted back, gradually registering all this information. She didn’t want to know why today of all days was to be the revelation she didn’t need, nor desire to see. All she knew was that even to this day, no matter how hard things were, it was just nothing but a lie.

Their moaning became a lot more audible, and a mixed set of feelings conflicted within Amélie. She dared not look up again in fear that it’d paint a scarring picture, but at the same time she just had to know.

And what about those two nights ago? She faced a nightmare of Lena’s death, and the following night she believed she could have a family again. Was that a lie, too? Was Lena going to die one day? Would she be alone, left to slumber eternally while a remorseless killer controlled her very essence? That was going too deep into the worst case scenarios of this world, she thought. Amélie shook herself out of it, but...there was an even harder thought lingering in her head now.

If Gérard had fallen in love with somebody who he knew was not her, could Lena have done the same? Could she have loved somebody who intended to kill her the very moment she let her guard down, rather than love the real woman inside?

The thought roamed around in her head for a moment, preying upon her own self-confidence. There was no way Lena could betray her like that, and she was convinced it was so. But even then...she couldn’t help but have doubt. Was this life, too, just another lie she’d have to live? If it were, then nothing in the world would ever make sense anymore. Amélie lingered on it, and she wished she didn’t, as she felt her heart sink even lower now.

“Amélie?”

Her Cockney accent had startled the woman. She glanced up from her plate again as the apparitions faded away into the shadows, leaving absolutely no trace behind. Lena had loomed over her with a concerned expression, leaning in a little bit closer. “Everything alright? Ya look like ya just saw a ghost...or, or somethin’!”

She swallowed hard. She didn’t want to explain to her all this in the morning, not now. The woman bit her lower lip again, but passed off a fake smile. “I’m okay,” she had replied, almost choking back any semblance of the guilt of lying. “Just a bad thought.”

Amélie stood up and picked up her plate with half-eaten bread and her herbal tea still filled to the brim. “Turns out I’m not as hungry as I think I am.”

Rather than throw away perfectly good food, the woman placed it on a warming plate and took a sip of her tea before setting that on the hot plate too. It tasted a little less filling, now that she thought about it. Lena clasped her hands together and grinned.

“Emmy’s waitin’ downstairs in the piano room for you to play some songs. Have you got any thought into ‘em yet?”

Piano. Right, she had promised them since the third day she’d been meaning to play this. A list of perfectly good songs on the piano came into mind, though she at the time didn’t want to feel sad. But what better a way to express her emptiness now than to explain it in auditory form? It’s not like anybody would know...yet.

But even then, those apparitions were lingering faintly in her brain. She couldn’t keep this up if they returned in the middle of her session.

Normally a person would’ve simply turned away, but it was not something Amélie could reject again and again. Her attention turned back to Lena, and her head cocked to the side. “Are you coming?” To which the Brit nodded once.

“Soon as I get breakfast! Y’know I can hear ya even from ‘ere, right?”

Undoubtedly, she could. With nothing left to say, Amélie turned her body so she was now heading downstairs, and Emily was indeed waiting with her posture curled up on the couch.

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With a pencil in her hand, plenty of references opened up - but not obscuring the piano - and her easel, perhaps this might be where she could gain inspiration. There was, however, something that caught Amélie’s eye.

A box of chocolates sat neatly just right next to the freckled girl. It had been unwrapped, but there was a tag she couldn’t read. It was probably for Lena, or somebody else.

She was wrong about that. Emily looked up from her little doodle, smiled some, and picked up the box. Extending her arm outwards, she presented it to the woman with much pleasure in her eyes. “Thought you might’ve liked this.”

Upon further examination, it was in fact a gift from Emily to Amélie. It was a box of Belgian chocolates, considering the fact Belgium made exceptionally good chocolate for what it was worth. For a moment, Amélie had no idea how to respond other than nod.

“I feel kind of bad nobody gave you anything so...I just ran to the nearby chocolatier and asked if they had a box of these. Wasn’t too expensive, but it was still a modest price.”

Humming, Amélie gently pushed back the box. “Put it in my room. I will collect it later. Now,” She presented the piano with one hand, “Shall we?”

Nodding, Emily had encouraged her to go on. For a moment, Amélie had a warm smile as she sat down comfortably on the piano seat. Her cold hands brushed off a thin layer of dust that had settled on top of the piano coverings, and she lifted up the fall board, and a holo-display prompt opened up.

From a wide selection of classical songs to piano covers of olden day popular music, it had all types of potential greatness hidden inside. Amélie had searched the catalogue momentarily, eventually choosing Lights & Motion’s ‘Aural’ to start off, just as a warm-up.

There, she tickled the ivories ever so delicately. Upon playing the first notes, a sense of pride enveloped the cold woman. For her, it was simply beautiful to hear a piano being played. Of the two people in the room, it seemed Emily was more encapsulated already. Though the song was slow, there was an ethereal aura to it, and it appeared that Amélie had been radiating a hidden glow.

The last time Amélie touched a piano was somewhere during a rehabilitation room in Gibraltar. Though reluctant - mainly on the part that Widowmaker’s countermeasures were to stop her at any cost - she fought and trudged through with newfound willpower. Alas, she had let her guard down, and collapsed after a few simple notes.

This time however, things would be much more different. She enjoyed reliving some nostalgia in her life, clinking away at the keynotes. There was a feeling of enjoyment to be had, as simple of a piano piece as it was. For a brief moment, Amélie felt a sense of freedom to be had, completely ignoring all the painful memories from earlier.

As the song concluded, Emily’s jaw slacked. “Wow. That was uh...” Emily was speechless. Maybe it was from the moment itself, but something truly, truly inspired her already.

“Practice. I am not as good as I used to be.”

“You call that practice? Jeez!”

“Oui (Yes). Just a simple warm-up for my fingers.”

The woman spoke calmly, but her overall tone and pitch was warm and welcoming. She curled and uncurled her fingers, exhaling before smiling at Emily.

“I can sing as well if you would like.”

Was there no end to how talented Amélie was? Truly, she was something else. Emily gulped, a little unsure of what she wanted. Could she really sing? With a silky smooth voice as hers and given the fact she might’ve started remembering more and more of her memories, maybe. With a reluctant nod from Emily, Amélie chuckled and thought up of a perfect song.

Her hands ran over the piano’s keynotes from left to right, just before Amélie heard footsteps go downstairs. Lena had entered into the room with a half-empty plate of her standard breakfast consisting of proteins. From eggs, slices of cured ham, beans, buttered toast, and all the like, Lena was getting all the stuff she needed. She acknowledged them simply by humming what seemed like a ‘Hello’, but it was muffled by chewing, and occasional clinking of the fork on her plate.

Regardless, Amélie began playing some notes on the beginning of a song, trying to see if her memory could jog itself well enough to remember. Alas, it was not the case. If this were her years ago she could’ve remembered this song with ease. With the help of the holo-display, she had searched up proper notes and the lyrics to her song.

Swiftly studying the composition itself, Amélie replayed the notes to get a familiarity to it. Soon after, she began warming up her voice just a tad-bit. If anything, Amélie wasn’t that much of a professional singer. At best, she was a mezzo, according to some earlier times in her life where she tried to get confirmation about it with some of her musical friends. Awkward as it was, the woman’s pitch in terms of singing was vastly different in comparison to what she truly sounded like.

Her song of choice was London Grammar’s ‘Truth Is a Beautiful Thing’, and though she could not capture the original singer’s vocal range, the least Amélie could have done was play the piano correctly. Somber and ever mournful, the song itself expressed a deep connection to Amélie’s past and present, but to any typical person unaware of the woman’s ordeals...it was just a song.

Graceful was the way to describe how Amélie looked, and it was evident by Emily, and a bit of Lena (but mostly Emily), she was just lost in the beauty of it all. From their angle, Amélie’s fingers captured her emotions almost perfectly; they ran over the ivory notes with precision, and a calm, yet sorrowful force behind it all.

Once again, Emily had been blown away whilst Lena was more than proud to watch and eat her food. She had already heard Amélie play numerous times, but the novelty stuck with her through and through. In the moment, her head glanced over to the entranced freckled girl. Lena giggled, and gave a subtle hint of ‘I told you so!’ in her expressions.

As all this had unfolded, there was no doubt Emily had found that lost piece of inspiration she had been looking for; all she needed was just a little push. Blinking and stammering, Emily tried to remember where she was, and almost let her reference photos slip away from her station. She blushed, feeling more embarrassed to the point where she didn’t expect such a powerful song.

“O-oh...bloody hell...Um...” she stuttered, “L-Lena, you were right!” Her focus diverted itself to the girl. “She’s brilliant!”

Lena giggled again, chewing on her food and saying nothing else. Amélie clicked her tongue and smiled a warm smile. She had risen up from her piano seat for a brief moment to stretch. When she got there, her knees bent down while her head tilted ever so slightly to one side.

“What else is on your mind for your inspiration?”

Shaking her head, Emily insisted she didn’t need to hear anymore, lest she need to feel far beneath Amélie’s grandeur. Come to think of it, the session was only approximately seven or nine minutes already. Playing any composition is difficult as it was already, and to keep setting the bar higher and higher...might not be a good idea.

A few thuds came downstairs, and a furry - and groggy - gorilla made his way down to the room as well. He had seemed to be cleaning his glasses, but in general he looked as any simian would look from a decent night’s rest. Calmly, Winston had saluted all of them while all three girls in return casually waved.

“Good morning. Nobody told me you’d be playing music this early.”

Sitting down on the piano chair once more, Amélie played a few notes before shuffling her gaze over to Winston.

“One more song. What would you like?”

“Hm...” Winston had pondered for a moment, before raising his index finger. “Beethoven’s ‘Für Elise’?”

Now that was a hard one. Well, ‘hard’ was an understatement. Für Elise was not something one pianist - let alone Amélie - could play without any practice. With a headshake, she nervously exhaled. “Ah, you think too much of my talents. Try something else.”

“Oh! Uh...sorry. Let’s see here...” Winston mumbled to himself.

He was pulling blanks at this point. He wasn’t fully awake just yet, so he had a fairly difficult time recalling most songs.

“Passenger’s ‘Let Her Go’!” Lena cried out, giggling again. “You can do it!”

Shifting her gaze towards Winston, Amélie gave a nod of questioning towards him, and he nodded back in return, casually taking a seat right in-between the two Brits on the floor.

Flipping the holographic display to the right song, the woman also noticed it was slightly difficult to actually play this song. Then again, she did play Debussy’s ‘Clair de Lune’ at one point in her life multiple times, but that was absolutely no comparison.

Her eyes searched over to the couch where all three of them were waiting on her. Lena had given her a thumbs-up for acknowledgement, and she turned back to the piano’s ivory keys. Hovering over them, she played exactly one note, nodding once again.

Maybe one more song. Only because Lena wanted it so.

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