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matchadobo · 4 months

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KIDD; christmas headcanons

warning/s: mention of sex but no narrative of the actual thing, all fluff!

* kidd knows abt christmas, he just doesn't care 😩

* not until he met you and you wanted THE ULTIMATE christmas celebration with the crew

* he would act annoyed and as if he didn't want to participate in your activities

* but trust me when i say he'll fall in love with you more with the way you're acting like a wife with all the decors and food and gifts

* you'd go and ask him to accompany you when buying stuff, asking him what decors he'd like, he'd say "whatever you want,"

* "you're giving gifts to everyone?

"yeah, something wrong?"

"there's like... fucking thirty of us."

"and???"

* he'd carry the boxes upon boxes of christmas decor, complaining why you bought so much for the ship but will still do it for you

* when you decorate the entirety of victoria and you start getting tired, he'll give you snacks and water and he'll begrudginly help, shouting at the crew to come help you with your bullshit

* garlands across the ship railings, wreaths on each door, bells and lights adorned the edges of the walls. the victoria looked like an ABSOLUTE amusement park kids asked if it was allowed to explore on😭

* he'd be irritated by the festivity and the brightness of his ship, but once he sees you all smiley as you ask him if he loves it, he'll soon grow to love it

* when you tell him about the concept of mistletoes, that man will take advantage of it every chance he gets. you'll just be surprised he'd pin you at random parts of the ship and will kiss you even if you're in the middle of something, even a conversation! it was your msitake in agreeing to entrust him with the mistletoe placements

* since the weather is cold, the crew would add more layers to their once thin outfits. kidd would look so cute with knitted sweaters and a scarf around his neck. just imagine his rosy nose and cheeks when the cold really hits! he'd be asking for more hugs and will really coop up in the blankets ☁️

* he'd also firmly adjusting your beanies, coats, and scarves so you're keeping yourself warm

* he'd catch you playing by the snow

"the fuck are you doing?"

"a snowman?"

"i'd make a better looking one than you i'd bet."

and it'll end up as a snowman-making contest. he wouldn't go easy on you, he'd make his EXTRA EXTRA bigger than you with a punk aesthetic 🥺

* and aaaah christmas movies! you two'd always watch movies in midnight by the deck, sometimes the crew'd join but they'd rather not witness how you two get so touchy with each other. sometimes,,,, movies would either drift you off to sleep or off to sex 😓

* ICE SKATING!! he'd take you to frozen lakes and teach you how to skate! or maybe the other way around! imagine holding his hand as you glide across the snow ❄️

* you'd REALLY persuade him to help you when bakinh, you'd wanna bake with him 😍

"no can do,"

"come ooooon, love. please? for me?"

"...why the hell do i have to do it?"

"because i want to bake with you."

* he'd wear a cute ass apron that belonged to you and it was too big for you but tight for him. but it's manageable, he'd take it if it means you'll giggle when you see him. he'd say he just want to get it over with

* but imagined how he'd knead the dough tho 👀 those arms i mean hooooo. he'd catch you staring by telling you that the pastries in the oven are burning even tho you just slid them in there a few minutes ago

* he'd be soooo focused on decorating tho it's the cutest thing 😍 just imagine he'll be asking for a chair so he can work at "maximum efficiency" as he says. he'll be stoked in putting funny/evil faces and designs on the cupcakes and cookies

* you two'd reach until super late at christmas eve baking stuff before it struck midnight

* you'd be surprised he's got you a gift! it'd be a whole bunch of things; he'll brush it off as he doesn't know what to get you so he got everything🥺. there'd be knicknacks and jewelry he made, perfume and cosmetics, and clothes he'd love on you (lingerie, tight dresses, and anything that highlights your figure 🤭). but what you love the most is the tiny, knitted tulip plush that was about the size of your palm he personlly handcrafted for you 😫, it was a bit loose but other than that it looks flawless! he'd later tell you he's been practicing since the start of december 🥺😭

MERRY CHRISTMAS MY LOVES!! let's all celebrate with our faves 🎄🌷 here's my gift to you!

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aimer-arts · 3 years

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Harmony Scarf

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These are official from the game! (got the pictures from Bulbapedia)

#I love the design of the scarves soooo much #The unfolded version never appeared in-game but I think it was in the game's coding? (maybe?)#The pattern is so cool I love it #psmd #pokemon super mystery dungeon #super mystery dungeon #pmd #super #pmd4 #super pmd #pmd fanart #Pokémon Mystery Dungeon #harmony scarf #pokemon #pokemon mystery dungeon #pokémon #my art

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elenyafinwe · 2 years

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Hi again! Sorry to bother you with another ask! :D

Did you see The Hobbit movie? If so, did you like it? And did you like Smaug, if you've seen it? :D

Ohhhh! Don't get me started here! I transform into Gollum every time this topic is brought up, it's such a deep hatelove I have for the trilogy. It got a bit longer than expected, the rest is under the cut.

First the most obvious: Making the Hobbit into a second LotR can't fucking work. It's a children's book with only a forth of the lenghth of the Lord of the Rings and the tone is completely different. It's much more light hearted and the conflicts are solved much quicker. Sure, we still have dark themes, but Bilbo comes out of his adventure mostly unscratched, where Frodo suffers heavy ptsd due to the war trauma. LotR has a much more bittersweet ending than the Hobbit, who ends in a quite funny manner with the looting, so to say, of Bag End. (Never forget Lobelia's face of pure displeasure.)

The Hobbit has many great moments and some of the additions they have are indeed good. One of those is definitelly the White Council. (Not only because we got more Elrond content.) It was only vaguely mentioned in the books, but I'm glad they elaborated on that in the films and used materials from the Appendixes. Not to be a lesbian, but Cate Blanchetts performance was just GREAT! Generally, the cast was overwhelmingly excellent. I mean, we have Sir Ian McKellen, Sir Christopher Lee, Hugo Weaving, Lee Pace, Andy Serkis, Benedict Cumberbatch and so on. Awesome!

But good actors can only do so much if the script sucks. Tauriel just doesn't exist for me. She just does not. She's only in there for a fucked up love corner and I hate it with a burning passion. Also the whole relationship of Thranduil and Legolas feels more like a bad Wattpad fanfiction to me than a real and good addition to the story. I was so exited, when I heared that they add Legolas to the story because it makes sense. Aragorn was at this time still a tiny boy and Arwen currently simply not in Rivendell, tho this might as well be a good chance to give us Elladan and Elrohir. They didn't. But hey, at least Legolas. I liked much of the stuff that didn't involve Tauriel and most of the stuff involving Thranduil, but Thranduil's overall character arc felt so out of character for me. Yes, he's an asshole, but he's an racist asshole who at the end of the story drops his racist manners and honors Thorin. That whole "ohh woe, this wifey died, he's now lord stoneheart, pitty upon us all" thing was just ... lame.

A general weakness of the films are their pacing. The first part did a rellatively good job during the first half of the movie, but then gets stuck on Goblin Town for the entire second half and boi, this is lame. Second part was super rushed and every part of it felt more like advertisings. First for Beorn's honey, then for Thranduil's wine, then for a holiday trip to Laketown. You get the point. And what's about the third movie, the fuck? A whole ass movie for one battle, what the fuck. And Smaug dies in the title screen??? Hello??? Even I can write better screenplay and I've never done it before. Also, Azog was so pointless. Why not just stick with Blog? The book already gave a good antagonist. Why letting Azog stick around? He's fucking dead!!

GCI use: Absolute overuse. What I liked so much on LotR was the fact that many of the effects and scenery was real. Those were props you can touch and feel and it looks soooo much better on screen than this whole artifical GCI shit despite lotr being 20 years old now (the fuck). Also the lightning was totally off and looked too artifical.

The movie makers had an eye for details and at the same time ... not. Tolkien descriped all the dwarves in such details and I miss the colored hoods and scarves so much :c On the other hand the darf designs are indeed unique and give them all much character. Just imagine some nice dwarf moms who knit all this for their boys before they head out for their great adventure <3

What they incoroprated directly from the books was executed mostly quite well. I was SO hyped, when I first went into my local theatre in 2013 (on the first day the movie was played, I had a free school day) and there was this awesome dialogue between gandalf and Bilbo and Bilbo tried to get rid of him with a good morning and Gandalf doesn’t have any of this shit. I could speak along, it was great!

Finally Smaug. That was your initial question, lol xP This ended up in a tiny film review, oops. Smaug is great. Not as great as Drogon but great. Cumberbatch did such a great job in playing and voicing him, his manerism are top notch and I appreachiate his snake like looks that resembles his appearance on Tolkien's drawings (tho I miss his front legs). That whole "Revenge! Revenge!" moment and then Golden Boy flies into the night "I am fire. I am death." was AWESOME! That's what I want from my dragons <3

And then he gets killed in the title screen. The whole climax is ruined. They really should have made only two movies.

Overall the movies have their good moments. Not everything carries itself with the gravity lotr does and there are more lighthearted scenes (imagine the dwarves taking a nice bath in Elrond's fountains). But there are also really, really bad takes (Tauriel still doesn't exist for me, hissssss).

#hobbit movies #anti tauriel #smaug

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astralglam · 3 years

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𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 .

1. What does your muse smell like?

without soap or perfume, 683 smells bizarrely sterile, chemical-ish, like a dentist’s office, bleach or cleaning supplies. like hand sanitizer that kills 99.9% of germs. they have that faint smell of powdery clean cosmetics, only because they wear so much foundation, face powder and setting spray. humans like things that smell less artificial, so 683 takes to using cheap perfume (think a teenager who just learned to douse themselves with axe or bath and bodyworks spray), which is artificial in a slightly more palatable way. their clothes (which are almost all second hand) have that mothball-musty smell of a thrifted dress that hasn’t been washed yet, like an old book.

2. What do your muse’s hands feel like?

cold, frigid and icy, almost like a mannequin’s if you left the mannequin in the freezer. their skin is tight over their tendons and fingers, with almost waxy, plasticy skin stretched over their joints and knuckles, which makes them seem very fragile. sometimes their palms are uncannily clammy. their skin on their palms isn’t rough or calloused but they’re starting to get scars on their fingertips from their voyages into the realm of string instruments. they used to have very neat, clean and unpainted nails, but nowadays, they have divots and cracks because 683 is clumsy with the strings.

3. What does your muse usually eat in a day?

683 is often at the mercy of when their friends will decide to cook for them/buy them food. they don’t have any cooking skills and can barely wash and cut an apple (this isn’t because they’re stupid, on atomina they were used to communal dining with a designated set of people who cooked for everyone in their unit). 683 is naturally accustomed to eating plant matter and (unlike us humans) has a way better digestive system for breaking down cellulose and gets a lot more out of their vegetarian diet than you might expect (two stomachs aint for nothin). left to their own devices they just eat Whatever (orange? handfuls of spinach, unwashed, pesticides dont hurt them. microwave a tomato and watch it explode. brave cutting open an avocado and just eating it with a spoon). dinner is when priscilla either buys him take out or sid cooks something for him (and sid is an amazing cook!!!). sid isn’t vegetarian, but his family is, so he knows how to make all kinds of dishes perfect for 683 -- substitute the dairy for nondiary alternatives and 683′s getting matter paneer (with tofu instead), malai kofta (with coconut milk), and aloo gobi (no butter), all sorts of things !!!

4. Does your muse have a good singing voice?

sort of. 683′s voice, by itself, is nasally and weird and a little grating, but their devotion to music lets them make the most out of their “strange” voice and almost use it to their benefit to sound unique, different, super far out !11!11111 their lyrics, instrumentals and emotion combined is what makes them a talented musician rather than just a good quality voice. so while they might not have a very pretty voice, they’re still a skilled singer due to their delivery.

5. Does your muse have any bad habits or nervous ticks?

im assuming this is about bad (physical) habits rather than personality deficiencies (of which 683 has many). 683 stares, like, really just stares at people with reckless abandon, they havent figured out it’s rude. they arent good at even pretending to listen so if they’re disinterested in what you have to say, they’ll look elsewhere, pick at their nails, mumble or interrupt you. always finds a way to make the conversation about themself. very disorganized and messy, has a hard time taking care of objects even if they value them (ex. dropping his guitar, misplacing jewelry, yanking a belt off and breaking it). definitely self pities and has no problem trying to guilt you for everything and anything. is a pretty frequent smoker, but is polite enough not to smoke if you ask him not to.

683 is always a little nervous so their nervous ticks are just their baseline state of being (wringing hands, stammering, talking really fast, making insane gestures all around you but being too afraid to touch you, etc)

6. What does your muse usually look like / wear?

683 looks very put together at all times -- not necessarily polished or professional, but very intentional, in that you can tell they definitely made a conscious choice to dress the way they do. he wore the same dumb uniform every day for the first 20 years of his life, so he’s very excited to try new clothing options.

more femme-ish clothing preferences go to boxy, sleeveless a-line dresses, miniskirts, bright floral patterns, big plastic earrings, headbands, scarves, etc. they like clunky platforms and prefer to wear boots. very 60s mod and colorblocked. she loves bright eyeshadow but tends to go for more neutral lipstick. can never figure out what to do with her hair so she usually leaves it down or does a half-up half-down bun kinda deal.

more masc clothing preferences are bell bottoms, button ups with butterfly collars, paisley print, turtlenecks and fringe jackets, etc. earthy tones and weird nasty olive green. very late 60s / early 70s. prog rock flavor or glam rock flavor. never got into the disco style only because he cant pull it off because he’s so scrawny and twitchy and has no chest hair to impress the ladies.

one thing about 683 is that he hates tight long sleeves and goes insane if he has to wear them. his uniform was sleeveless, so even short sleeves feel really weird and horrible on his arms. prefers sleeveless, can do with short sleeves, 3/4ths sleeve or loose long sleeve, really tries to avoid tight/constricting long sleeves.

i have a pinterest board of potential fits for him although i havent updated it because i barely know how to use pinterest.

7. Is your muse affectionate? How much? How so?

to most people, not really, he’s kind of a weird cagey asshole. oscillates between fascinated with physical touch (suddenly wanting to hug his friends or snuggle with them or grabbing strangers when he’s trying to talk to them) to despising contact (cringes if you touch his hand when you pass him a cup). he didnt grown up with a culture very big on it, so he isn’t sure if he likes it or not yet.

to people he does care about, he tends to take his friends for granted but overperform affection for those he has romantic interest in. not that he doesnt also dearly love and adore his friends, he’s just not the best at expressing his care for them other than random bursts of kindness and dissolving back into his weird normal self. his understanding of romance has come from a very commercial, media-influenced place (he learns about it through television, novels and commercials, it’s not really inherent to his species) so he thinks romance is about buying flowers, holding hands, staring into each other’s eyes for three hours, etc. if he has romantic interest in you, he will constantly over and over again tell you how much he likes you and your company and you are soooo funny hahahhahhfhh, and will be unusually touchy (clings to your arm, sits RIGHT next to you, drops his head on your shoulder, etc).

8. What position does your muse sleep in?

683 didnt know what blankets were until he came to earth (or deep space nine) !!! his old room was perfectly temperature controlled and he already has a lower natural body temperature, so there was no need for blankets at all. human beds with big pillows and blankets are THE COOLEST, so he either curls up underneath a blanket with only the top of his head poking out or he sprawls out like a starfish to take advantage of as many pillows as possible. his special move is to roll up in the blanket like some kind of little alien lumpia.

he’s a fitful sleeper so if you sleep in the same bed as him, he’ll punch you or kick you on accident. he does appreciate company, though, and will also plaster himself up against you and leech your body heat with his weird cold body.

9. Could you hear your muse in the hallway from another room?

depends. they have a very average speaking voice and aren’t necessarily very loud (plus platforms dull footsteps), but if they were excited, they might raise their voice or yell or exclaim something. and then they’re very shrill, so yes, you would hear her.

Tagged by: @sampati im sorry i took like a week it was really fun i love to type letters and words on the computer Tagging: @dynaura or @pataparty (for whoever you want) / @phantombs / @ofgentleresolve (for lamon? or anyone you want, really!!) / @bystcrdust / @kyrieleisen / @baelends / @bup1957

#meme #tidbit #i can never keep 683's pronouns consistent and im too lazy to proofread this #keep your 'lectric eye on me ; queue

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aalissy · 4 years

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Scarf Reveal

I really liked writing this chapter :)! I hope you guys like reading it!! I need a scarf reveal in the show soooo badly!! Also I know this is Adrienette April but I couldn't resist writing a bit of Ladynoir :D! I hope you don't mind!! Lemme know what you think <3

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Ladybug shivered slightly as she stood atop her balcony. The supersuit did nothing to protect her from the fierce wind of winter. Unfortunately, she had patrol later today and would have to face at least some of the terrible weather. Nibbling her lip, she ducked back into her room, looking around the recent scarves she made for one that would match well with her suit. Deciding on a simple black one, she clambered back up to her balcony, snuggling further into the soft fabric. It helped somewhat, the scarf at least allowing her face to nuzzle deeper into the warmth and away from the cold wind.

With a deep breath of air, Ladybug swung away from her balcony, heading to the top of the Eiffel Tower where she had promised to meet Chat. The wind whipped against her face as she made her way to the tall building and she was suddenly very grateful for the scarf around her neck. She nuzzled her face down once again to warm her bitter cold cheeks, hearing Chat land nearby her. Allowing a few more seconds of warmth, she eventually peered up at the superhero, hoping to start patrol early, “Let’s get this done qui-,” Ladybug was cut off however by the sight of a very familiar, cotton-blue scarf wrapped around his neck. She choked for a brief moment, managing to cough out, “W-where did you get that?”

“Get what?” he peered down at her curiously.

“T-that scarf! T-that’s Adrien’s scarf!! You didn’t steal it from him, did you?!” her eyes widened to the size of saucers, her fingers itching to yank the scarf away from his neck and run it back to the model’s room.

Chat’s own eyes widened, his own hands coming to wrap around the scarf protectively, almost like he knew what she was thinking, “H-how do you know that?”

“Because I made it for him,” she screeched, pulling on her pigtails in frustration as she began to pace.

Chat’s not even denying stealing it from him! This is bad! This is so so bad! Why did he think he could steal a scarf from Adrien?! He’s supposed to be a superhero!!

“Y-you’re Gabriel Agreste?” the cat-themed superhero stuttered out next to her, his eyes scanning her up and down.

“What?!” Ladybug shrieked, “Do I look like M. Agreste?! Or even act like him?!”

Chat backpedaled, his arms waving wildly about, “No, no, of course not! But it’s just that he told me that his father made it for him,” he looked at her curiously.

With those words, Ladybug stopped pacing, letting out a small breath of relief, “Oh my god, he gave you the scarf to borrow? Didn’t he?”

Her partner’s eyes darted wildly for a moment before they returned to hers along with a wide smile, “Y-yep, definitely! He gave me it to borrow! That’s exactly what happened! But you said that you made this. Does that mean A-Adrien is wrong about where it came from?”

Her gaze skirted away from him then, landing on a poster of the boy of her dreams. With a soft sigh, she spoke quietly, “Yeah, yeah he is. I made it for his birthday and I planned to give it to him for his birthday, but got erm, interrupted. I left it at his house next but forgot to sign it, so Al-, I mean my best friend and I snuck in to resign it. After that, I’m not sure how he thought it came from M. Agreste, only that it made him happy. So I never told him,” Ladybug shrugged, forcing her gaze away from the poster to look back at Chat, who’s eyes seemed to be almost glimmering with unshed tears... What was up with that?

“You’ve got to tell him!” he managed to choke out, his hands coming up to grasp hers, “Ladybug do you have any idea how happy Adrien would be if he knew you made him a gift.”

She coughed out a laugh, “Well I can’t tell him now. It’s a little late. And besides, if I tell him now after he believes he gave Chat Noir a scarf, it could compromise my secret identity,” the superheroine pointed out.

Her partner seemed to deflate at the thought, murmuring a quiet, “Yeah, yeah, you’re right.”

“Now can we get started with patrol now?” Ladybug shivered, “It’s cold.”

Chat chuckled with a shake of his head, but pulled out his baton anyway, “Let’s get going then, m’lady.”

Like most patrols it passed by rather uneventfully. Most of Paris tucked away in their homes, snoozing through the terrible weather. It made Ladybug all the grateful, however, when patrol was over and she was back on her balcony. Calling off her transformation, Marinette practically flopped down onto the bed that greeted her. Snuggling under the covers, she grasped the pillow to her tightly. She nodded off into a deep sleep quickly, Tikki coming to curl against the designer.

With a fierce groan, she actually woke up to her first alarm. However, she barely managed to go through her daily motions. Trudging her way downstairs, she fought against the tiredness that was seeping into every bone in her body. Uncertain of when or even how she got ready, Marinette practically fell asleep at breakfast. When she next woke up, it was almost time for school and there was no time for her to be tired. With wide eyes, she yanked on her backpack, kissing her parents goodbye before darting out the door and toward the school.

Panting at the steps, she met up with Alya who gave her a happy wave, “Hey girl! Someone’s actually on time for once!”

“Yeah, I managed to wake up with my first alarm,” she giggled. Her friend’s mouth opened before it shut quickly. Marinette gave her a curious look as the reporter grinned smugly at her, her head jerking at something behind her. With a frown, she was about to speak when she felt a small tap on her shoulder. With a short shriek, she turned around to meet a blushing Adrien.

Wow, he looks adorable flustered. Wait, why is he blushing?! Does he want to talk to me?!

“H-hey, Marinette. Do you mind if we talk before class starts?” he reached up to rub at the back of his neck, his flush almost seeming to darken.

“I would never mind!” Marinette practically shouted, before she ducked her head down, lowering her tone, “I-I mean that’s fine with me.”

“Great!” he gave her a boyish grin before tugging on her wrist, leading her away from Alya to a place where there were no students. It was here that he began pacing, his hands tugging at his blonde locks as he peeked at her every so often.

“A-Adrien?! Are you alright? What’s wrong?!” she gazed at him with concern, her heart tugging fiercely in her chest.

He finally stopped pacing, turning to her as he grasped her hands in his, “I-I’m fine. I just... Marinette, you need to know that I didn’t mean too. I’m so sorry! I was just looking at it! I don’t know how I didn’t see it before! I’m sorry! I’m just so sorry!”

She blinked wildly at him in confusion, “Adrien, slow down! I don’t understand! What’s wrong?! Why are you apologizing?”

Suddenly, she was engulfed in his arms, her eyes widening further as he buried his face into the crook of her neck. Her face practically flamed as he clutched her tighter to him, mumbling into her shirt. Marinette frowned, straining to hear him against the muffle of fabric, “Can you repeat that? I can’t hear you. Is something wrong?”

Adrien leaned his head back, still not retracting his arms from around her as he gazed up at her, “I said I don’t want you to hate me.”

She sighed in relief, “Well, that’s silly, Adrien. I could never hate you,” she ruffled his hair, hoping to calm him down somewhat. It’s actually quite the opposite, you silly boy, she breathed out happily in her mind.

Relaxing into her hand in his hair, he stayed in her arms for a few more seconds before pulling away from her, “You might hate me after you hear this,” he pulled out a familiar, blue scarf, holding it up to her, “I really was just looking at it! I didn’t mean t-,”

Marinette cut him off with a quiet shush, not wanting him to apologize again, “It’s alright. D-did something happen to your scarf?”

I’ll kill Chat if something happened.

“N-no, it’s not like that. I mean... I’ll just show you,” Adrien blew out a short breath before folding the scarf open, revealing her script in tiny gold lettering.

Oh my god, this can’t be happening! Marinette panicked momentarily, He wasn’t supposed to find out!

“And I know you said you made it last night, so I was just looking at it when I found your sig-,”

She cut him off again with a sharp screech, “What do you mean I told you I made it for you?!”

“Last night during patr-,” Adrien’s mouth clamped shut again, though this time he had cut himself out.

No, no, no, this can’t be happening!! There’s no way that Adrien is...

“Chat?” Marinette called out hesitantly.

He grinned sheepishly at her, holding a hand up to wave at her, “Hello, m’lady.”

Her face turned ashen, panic flooding her mind, as she gasped out, “No, no! This isn’t real! This can’t be real! I’m in a dream, right?”

Adrien shook his head slowly, “No, this is real. Why, are you mad at me?”

“What, no!? Adrien, I am not mad at you,” Marinette searched his eyes, “I just can’t believe I’ve missed it all this time. I can’t believe we’ve been missing each other all this time.”

He stared at her in confusion, “What do you mean?”

Gulping down a deep breath, she steeled her courage once again, “It means that I love you, Adrien. Now, I’m just hoping that you can love Marinette as much as you love Ladybug.”

It seemed like all the air in Adrien’s body seemed to disappear. The boy practically deflating in front of her and she almost turned to run away before his arms around her once again stopped her. She was lifted up in the air, giggles escaping her before she could stop them as Adrien spun the two of them around. After a few seconds he put her back down, “Marinette, could I kiss you right now?”

She threw her head back and laughed before tugging on his hand, “In a little bit. We’re going to be late to class if we stay out here any longer.”

Intertwining their fingers together, Adrien smiled brightly at her before the two raced off to class together, hand-in-hand.

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

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seven-oomen · 3 years

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Hi, Ben! I hope your day is going a bit better than yesterday, despite the financial woes. I spent a large chunk of yesterday trying to pay a bill a day late (because with everything else going on it just kinda snuck up on me and it was past midnight before I realized I’d forgotten it), only to find out I have to now wait until NEXT month’s bill posts and it will combine them, but at that point I can split it into two payments instead of paying two months at once? Which is really stupid to me, and I don’t know why it won’t just let me pay now, but oh well. Can’t do anything about it now.

We seem to maybe be past the worst of the storm? At least, it hasn’t rained or anything all day so far. The biggest concern by far has been ice build up, because most of what we got was freezing rain and wintry mix. I’ve included a lovely collage of some of the sights from my adventures taking out trash and trying to remove the ice from my windshield this morning (I figured since I was already dressed and outside anyway, why not have less to do before work tomorrow?) It wouldn’t have been so bad if it hadn’t involved draping myself across my still ice-coated car to get the middle of the windshield. I ended up soaking wet from my ribs to almost my knees (yay for being short.) Also, I didn’t bother looking for my gloves, but then my nails were actually fairly useful for prying up some of the ice, so. And I’m really kind of digging masks as a scarf alternative. All the face and breath protection, none of the accidental choking or not staying in place. (Scarves are pretty and all, but they’re far better on someone like Isaac, who is tall and slender and elegant. I am none of those things. XD ) I’m half tempted to reread The Way I Tend To Be or the last couple chapters of If You Want This Dance to not feel like the only one suffering. XD Although sadly I do not have access to the more successful warming methods present in either of those fics. XD

And from the looks of it I got about half the descriptions from the links. Everything else showed fine, I think it was just because those were longer. And now I definitely feel like Dichali would not be helpful in the least to this overly serious hunter who shows up trying to muscle in on his territory (whether you’re considering it in the literal, figurative, personal, OR professional sense. ;D ) Especially once he realizes that he’s a hunter (no, it doesnt matter how hot he is. XD ) Will Faron know that he’s a wolf when they meet? (Or will he be suffering from the far more mundane issue of “how are you both so cute, yet so goddamn annoying?! Fml.” XD ) Will seeing Faron’s interactions with Nate be what helps him realize his own feelings, or will it be something else? (How will the presence of a new contender affect the betting pool? XD ) Also, now curious about the other parent of his twins, too. (I know, I know, I ask that everytime, but I can’t help it. There’s always so many possibilities, some of which could come back to haunt them [possibly even literally…]) Is he the wolf that was videoed, or was it someone else? Does he know who it was if it wasn’t him? Are either of his kids werewolves (or are they too young to know yet?) Are wolves only born or only made or both in this universe? Also now wondering if Old Faithful is just like an ancient sleeping dragon or something, instead of a regular geyser.

Also, a question occurred to me, and I really, REALLY hope it doesn’t come across wrong, I REALLY don’t mean it to, but if, theoretically, a person’s scent, to a werewolf, if comprised of both things like pheromones and chemosignals, as well as more, uh, physically based, bodily fluid-type scents, if you will, could a werewolf potentially tell if someone is trans by their scent? (This mostly came from randomly remembering the scene in Pitch Black where Riddick outs the girl who’s been disguising herself as a boy, and then my brain wouldn’t let it go. Again, I’m really sorry if it comes across weird or offensive in any way.) And I also wanted to say that if you’d really rather not post any of this stuff (re: your novel) online, you are more than welcome to just email a reply if you want. I just tend to send stuff this way out of habit. :D

Glad you liked the DinLuke idea. It was mostly inspired by a GIFset of scenes of Din not understanding Jedi stuff in the least. I just figured he’d never be able to fully believe that Luke could just KNOW nothing was there, and, well, no one is supposed to see his face, right? And he strikes me as just enough of a himbo to completely forget about covering anything else. One day I will finally see the show, if only to see how correct some of the impressions I’ve formed actually are. XD

Also, OMG, the “hunters using an adult shop instead of an outdoors/sporting goods shop” thing is brilliant. And I was thinking of it in regards to TW, because I feel like there’d likely be some classist issues at play there, too. Like I feel like the Argents would never think to do something like that (well…maybe Kate…), just because they already HAVE all those stockpiles and connections to military-esque supplies, and there’s a certain level of dignity they tend to reinforce (the Winchesters ain’t really all that proud, for all their infamy.) But then, say, when Noah starts helping Chris with investigating stuff, he’s thinking of all the stuff he’s heard over the years from the vice cops about what they’ve found and seen, and some of the stuff he’s seen on DV calls that turned out to just be neighbors misunderstanding what they were hearing, (and maybe one or two sneaky trips to an out-of-county shop so that he could attempt to be more prepared once Stiles was old enough to start asking questions because he knew it’d probably get weird), so when he decides to stock up on some equipment of his own that’s where he goes, because it’s high quality, specifically designed for what they need, and likely far more affordable. And the first time Chris sees some of it he thinks it’s both brilliant and kinda hot (and he can’t decide if he wants to know what some of this stuff is actually intended for or not. Noah is totally willing to help him learn if he’d like. ;D )

Anyway, I’m rambling again. I hope your day is going as well as it can, and that you’re generally feeling as good as possible. (And hey, it doesn’t always matter so much if what your eating right now isn’t as healthy as it could be, as long as you’re trying to eat reasonable amounts on a regular schedule to help keep the habit going. And either way you can always try again.) Take care, stay warm and stay hydrated! (I’m not much of a mom friend, but I do my best at being the aunt friend. XD ) *Hugs to you both!*

Okay, I will email you some stuff since I don’t want to share too much info on Tumblr, but I def want to share a few things.

As for how I’m doing, it’s going okay today. I feel like I accomplished some things with my characters even though I wrote little, but the story and world is a lot clearer and lively in my head. And I know how I want to start this story now.

Physically, I could be better. I got little done physically, and I def had a few moments where I just laid on my couch and couldn’t move. My chessboard has a lot of dark pieces moving to the middle today. It’s a metaphor I have in my house, an actual mini chessboard on my coffee table, where I am the chessboard. The dark pieces are my dark thoughts, and the light pieces are my happy thoughts.

Some days, white moves forward the most. Some days black has the upper hand. But whatever day I have, I am never just the pieces; I am the board and I am the one constant dealing with those pieces. But they are just there, there are never me. Good or bad, they are just pieces. Having the physical element in my home reminds me of that.

Sorry, I went off on a tangent there.

And I definitely get the short problem when having to clean cars, or wearing scarfs. Although I think I pull my green one off relatively well. (I am 5′4 though, so anything long becomes a choking hazard)

The ice is pretty and dangerous though; I guess that’s its duality. But it sucks that everything is so slippery, hope that clears up soon. I think it’s slowly thawing here, so hopefully, my groceries can be delivered properly today. Fingers crossed.

Hope work tomorrow also goes well. Please be careful on the road?

Also, that’s a nice car, looks really reliable. ^^

And I hope that you too will be in better financial waters soon <3 We got this my friend.

And the Mandalorian is soooo good though, I highly recommend it!

Yeah honestly, I thought that idea was quite brilliant and I kinda feel like putting it in the first draft as well. Though it could definitely work for a lot of TW fics too!

Noah would be more than happy to teach Chris all about his new toys I’d feel like. And Chris would not mind one bit XD.

#ben says stuff #B #my convos with anon #submission

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