#extracurricular wallpapers

[444princesa]

study tips (｡◕‿◕｡)

have a study space it could be your desk, the dining room, the living room, anywhere you can study in peace and get things done. i know studying in different places can help but its good to have one specific spot for studying if you cant study anywhere else. make sure your space is clean and tidy.

minimize distractions especially if you get easily distracted. put your phone on dnd mode, you can download an app on your laptop where it blocks all sites that can distract you, turn off your tv and tell your family to not disturb you while you study.

just start get up, gather your materials and start it. if you only have energy to only do 15 minutes then need a break, do that. the pomodoro technique is really good for studying and you can adjust it to your style as well.

start early its better to start early and get it out the way so later on its not as stressful and you can rest. if you need any help, you also have time to ask your friends, teacher or whoever to help without being rushed or ending up turning in crappy work because you started to late.

plan out your life whether you do it electronically or physically. plan out your actions. i do both but more physical planning. plan when you study, when you do extracurriculars, appointments, etc. its alot easier to know what you have done and what needs to be done when you see it.

use your resources using your resources can help you not only learn about the subject but also see different point of views, which can give you a better understanding. dont be afraid to ask your teacher, other students for help, get a tutor if needed or be in a study group.

take breaks make sure to take breaks in between studying or even a day off if you can. you wont do as well when you are very stressed with a clouded mind. things you can do on your break is stretch, hydrate, fuel your body, take a mini nap, etc.

keep your goal in mind its easy to forget your goal when you are constantly busy. but remember why you are doing this whether its to get your dream career, get that straight A report card or your parent said you can get rewarded if you did well in school. whatever your goal is, keep it in mind. ways to remind yourself is to make a dream board and have it in your room, and wallpaper

reward yourself after a long day of studying, trat yourself to a nice hot chocolate or nice bath, watch that movie thats been on your watch list, buy that item after an exam. reward yourself after working hard, you deserve it.

#pink pilates princess #self improvement #girlblogging #it girl #pink academia #academic validation #academic aesthetic

[dandelionxbby]

: ̗̀➛ Modern TWOW Kids Headcanons

╰┈➤ Neteyam

High school junior - 17 years old

Captain of both varsity basketball and soccer

4.1 GPA, working towards Stanford

Often spends time in the library

Reads classical literature

Played Romeo in their school production of R&J

Has his licence and drives a ford

Models for small black owned fashion brands for a little extra cash

Runs Tuk's Etsy were she sells bracelets

Collect Records - R&B and Rap

Headphones > Speakers

Introverted but Extroverted around his friends and sports teams

Teacher's pet - carries the whole class. Answers when no one else does

Often gets into fights with Ao'nung because Ao'nung wants to be captain of the basketball team

Drives Tuk to school and extracurricular activities

Love to cook, in the kitchen almost every night with Neytiri

Not that close to Jake, he craves Neytiri's approval more than his

Nose, industrial, and multiple cartilage piercings

Plays violin

Has been growing his dreads since he was 7, but they don't look bad bc he keeps up with them

╰┈➤ Lo'ak

sophomore - 16 years old

JV Football and Basketball

2.3 GPA, Lo'ak isn't dumb, he just doesn't try

Made a music video to his rap for film class and it got a B-

Facetimed Reya right after he got his grade, he was really proud of himself

Skateboards to school and practices but Neteyam drives him home

Collects 90s/00s rap CD's - eminem, tupac, biggie, etc.

Talks back to the teacher, kind of a class clown

Wants to join the Marines like Jake

Worked as a cashier at the movie theater to buy him and Reya tickets to the Eras tour. He didn't know all the words to the songs but he tried.

Is outside from the time he comes home 6:30 to 11:00 at night shooting hoops bc he really wants to be on varsity basketball with Neteyam

Always has his airpods in

Records his raps in his bathroom bc it has good acoustics

Closer to Kiri than the rest of his siblings

They all has their own rooms but he is always in Kiri's for some reason

Taper fade with braids

Besties with Rotxo, he talks to him about things he can't with other people

Wants a tattoo so bad, but Jake says "You can get one once you paid your own rent"

Has an Ig with 134K followers

╰┈➤ Kiri

Sophomore

Crochets her clothes

Thrifts or depop clothes only, doesn't believe in fast fashion

Low-key in her Kat Stratford era

Plays piano and bass

Has an all girl band - boygenius is her idols

Loves anime and K-pop - has her Bias as her laptop wallpaper

Anti-plastic, only uses her hydroflask - hates stanleys bc "consumerism has America in a chokehold"

Photographer for the school's digital newspaper

Wears dangle mushroom earrings everyday

Has a wolfcut and red hair

She has natural freckles but they are barely there so she draws them on with a brown eyeliner pencil

She's in theater club and is the composer of all the musicals

Dance moms is her guilty pleasure

Very much vegan and will give someone the stink eye if they eat meat next to her

works at a crystal shop and will geek out anytime a rookie collector ask her what a specific crystal is for

has a septum piercing

Super introverted her only friends are Reya and Rotxo

Always challenging her teachers

Her only social medias are Twitter (X), tumblr, and tiktok

Loves Taylor Swift and Minski

Watches french films and reads french books

Closer to Jake but Neytiri is her go to girl when she needs to talk

Her phone background is Grace and her when she was 3, it was taken 3 months before Grace died

Hates sports, doesn't understand why people are going crazy over football recently

Her walls are covered with posters

Low-key loves all of Lindsay Lohan's movies - she's her celb crush

╰┈➤ Ao'nung

Same year and age as Neteyam

I feel like his family is rich

Drives a benz

going to uop on a basketball scholarship

6'3 1/2 - got his dad's height

Super protective of Tsireya

On the debate team, he loves arguing

If he's not playing basketball, hes surfing, if hes not doing that he's studying

Posts him playing basketball on his tiktok and ig, hoping one day he'll get noticed by a scout, thousands of people repost his videos

Has every pair of Jordans known to man

crosses people over in the hallway

I feel like he bullies freshman boys but sticks up for the freshman girls bc he sees them as his little sisters

Ronal is the principal so he get's good food at lunch

always late to class but has amazing grades

introverted extrovert

teaches basketball to kids at the community center

Throws the best parties

brings speakers to school

Frenemies with Neteyam and Lo'ak

Of all the Sullys, Kiri is his favorite

╰┈➤ Tsireya

Sophomore - 15 years

Post GRWMs on tiktok

Tennis and volleyball

Starting ballet this year

skincare and makeup obsessed

wears her mary janes everyday

super coquette / coastal grandmother

team conrad

Loves Taylor Swift and Lana Del Rey

Priscilla, Marie Antoinette, Belle, Girl Interrupted, Black Swan are her favorite movies

Wears the friendship bracelets that Kiri and Tuk make her

Watches Vouge Beauty Secrets when she gets ready

Her favorite youtuber is Sabrina Lilliane

Thrifts with Kiri

Has a baby pink Stanley and wears ugg slippers

On the school dance team

Has a Jeep but can't drive it yet so she rides with Ao'nung

Carries K-pop Idol photo cards

4.0 GPA, she doesn't play about her grades

Often helps Lo'ak with school

Reads poetry books

Researching to start her own haircare line with the help of Neytiri

Doesn't wear a backpack only tote bags

If she doesn't have starbucks every morning then she'll be cranky all day

Always wears a locket that has her parent's pictures in it

Is the star of all the musicals

Sophomore year class president

Did the best petting zoo fundraiser

╰┈➤ Rotxo

Junior

Head of the school paper

doesn't play sports

The smiths are the only people he listen's to

works at a record shop

volunteers at a soup kitchen

4.2 GPA going to Harvard Med

OCD

Wants to be a surgeon

Manages Ao'nung social media accounts

Introverted, hates large crowds

Drives Kiri to thrift stores, they're besties

╰┈➤ Tuk

3rd grade - 8 years old

Sells friendship bracelets

Went to the eras tour with jake, had a big sign that said "Give her her scarf back, now"

She traded bracelets with a bunch of people

Did ballet for a while and hated it so now she does gymnastics

Spa days with Neteyam

in her "only eating chicken nuggets and craft mac and cheese" phase

loves to rollerblade

Has an unboxing channel on youtube

always making slime

doesn't have any electronics bc Jake and Neytiri doesn't want her to be an Ipad kid

Tuk is really popular on youtube but she doesn't know it

Loves Reya like another sister

Takes horseback riding lessons

╰┈➤ Spider

Doesn't go to Pandora High like the rest, he goes to an athletic boarding school on a lacrosse scholarship

Was really close to the sullys but since his school has a no phone rule they've grown apart

Still hangout on the weekends and in the summer

no doubt he's going pro

Grew up around military vets

cut his dreads off once he got to school

takes archery as an extra class

really good at math

The sullys send him care packages full of junk food

He sleeps over at the sullys on the weekends bc he would rather not be with his dad

Still really close to Kiri but not as close to Lo'ak as they used to be

Loves the MCU and goes to the theaters when the movies come out even if they are bad

Thank you for reading <3

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[miruac]

004 | coworkers

genre: fluff, some good ol' cheesiness

synopsis: whos this girl?

warnings: none :D

masterlist

a/n: HI GUYS SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY AND SHORT CHAPTER BUT I PROMISE THE HALLOWEEN SPECIAL WILL BE BETTER TRUST

I.H DORMITORY; 9:24 A.M

NO NEW MESSAGES. START ONE?

the big bolded words splayed across yunmei’s phone. around a month and a half has passed since school started. other than casey, yun didn’t have any other friends. she liked the alone time, she really did. being alone in her dorm was just something she enjoyed. but sometimes, she felt lonely. casey was off pursuing other extracurriculars, while all yunmei had was goodnight central. and even that only ran from rather…late hours. other than studying, going to classes, and working, yun didn’t really have time to make friends. 

yunmei clicked off her phone, chucking it onto her bed. clothes were scattered all over her room. mid-october, and the workload really was hitting yun. majoring in film sounded easy and fun, and it is fun. but her minor in music was taking…a physical toll on her. walking with a 20 pound instrument on her back seemed like a good workout, but in reality it wasn’t. yunmei’s back ached as she laid on her bed, the soft fabric relieving the pressure in her vertebrates. 

she closed her eyes and relaxed her body, reveling in the temporary comfort. around seven minutes passed before yunmei opened her eyes again and sat up. there on her desk, sat a laptop with a script draft. yun took two deep breaths before getting up. as she was about to sit in her chair, a ding from her phone caught her attention.

REMINDER: DINNER  WITH TIFFANY @ 7:30

yunmei stilled for a couple seconds before snapping back into reality. tiffany is one of the people who also works on goodnight central. yun had been paired with tiffany, for the time being. the two had only shared brief text messages but hadn’t met properly yet. but that was about to change tonight. looking around her, she let out a frustrated huff. clothes everywhere all over the room, but yun still had no idea what to wear. she thought about wearing a long skirt with a lace collared shirt, but it seemed too grandmother-esque.

oh well, maybe just go with the restaurant theme?

she thought to herself. yun’s going to be here for a while…

;;

V'S KITCHEN; 7:27

the evening came rather quickly, and yun found herself walking down the wet sidewalk. rain had been pouring the entire day, and it was rather pleasant. v's kitchen wasn’t a far place, it was a 20 minute walk from campus. 

did i overdress? what if she’s mean?

while walking, these thoughts clouded yun’s mind. she isn’t the best at socializing with people, more so attending formal dinners. this would be her second one, if prom counts. nonetheless, yun decided to go out of her comfort zone and go to a new place. the restaurant had rather high ratings, and was visited by popular I.H alumni.

when yun pushed open the door, it felt like she was in another world. yhe eatery had a comforting atmosphere, and had vintage wallpaper. quiet italian jazz played in the background. the lighting was dim, and there was a section where the kitchen was open. looking around, she spotted a girl in a booth with her arm up and waving.

that must be tiffany…

yunmei walked towards the booth, wiping her clammy hands on her gray dress pants. as she got closer, she could see tiffany properly. tall, slim, and an ethereal presence. she wore a cropped turtleneck tank, paired with a matte platinum skirt, and donned white crystal heels. yunmei’s jaw mentally dropped.

“hi, i’m tiffany. you’re yunmei?”

“yeah, that’s she-i mean me.”

tiffany chuckled, hiding her mouth behind her hand. embarrassment flushed on yunmei’s face.

“sorry, i-”

“no, don’t apologize. i have a feeling we’re gonna be great friends. oh, your outfit is so cute too. come on, sit. feel free to order whatever you want.”

tiffany winked at yun, a smirk on her face. yun giggled nervously. tonight was going to be great.

I.H DORMITORY; 10:35 P.M

yunmei had came back from dinner with tiffany just a couple minutes ago, and the exhaustion slammed right into her face when she first stepped into the dorm. she laid on the floor of her dorm. being an introvert was something yun enjoyed, and hated. one of the pros was all throughout highschool, she was able to avoid drama by keeping to herself. but one of the cons was that she never socialized much, and always became tired after engaging with people.

tiffany(gnc): hey :) its tiff. can’t wait 2 work w u !! see u at the station meeting tmr 😘

yunmei: hi!! Yes same here omg, see you :>

she sighed, her eyes drooping. a wave of fatigue crashed over and suddenly yun’s body felt like a dozen sandbags tied together that were thrown in an ocean, melting into her bed. she almost fell asleep until she heard a knock on her door, making her jolt awake.

“you good?”

huh? who? 

yun lifted her head to look at the door.

there stood casey, a concerned expression on his face. his hair was damp, and was messily pushed back. he wore a grey shirt with navy blue plaid pants. a lollipop stick dangled from the edge of his mouth. 

“hm? yeah. just tired. got back from dinner and…yeah.”

“oh, that's why i didn't see you. was it bad?”

casey asked, stepping into her room and leaning on yun’s doorframe. he tilted his head, strands of hair falling down his face. yun sat up, untucking her dress shirt. 

“actually no, it was great. i met a coworker because our shifts were assigned together, and she’s great. i just haven’t socialized with anyone other than you here, so it was…i don’t know, my social battery has been in the negatives.”

casey took the lollipop out of his mouth, swallowing. a slight smirk was on his face as he glanced down at yun playfully. 

“does that mean you aren’t tired of me?”

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you guys caseys such a flirt i love him so much

I INTRODUCED TIFFANY!!! tiffany is one of my favourite characters in this series i love her so much, and also apologies for not posting as often school is kicking my BUTT

#casey ruang #goodnight central #fluff #miruac #podcast au #college au #oc #yunmei qi #slowburn

[lovelivekinniesunite]

Welcome to Love Live Kinnies Unite!

this blog is ran by a sole mod, mod you! some info about me: my name is jay or jamie, i use they/he pronouns and i’m 20 years old!! read below for dni/rules + blacklist + other stuff!

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racist

lgbtphobic

sexist/misogynistic

ableist

p*do

yandere &/or enjoy irl gore

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proshipper

endo systems

terfs/truscum

nsfw blog

inc*st supporter / you ship dia x ruby, the konoe sisters or the yazawa sisters

don’t respect peoples pronouns/identities

supporters of abusive & toxic relationships/characters

ANY SUPPORTERS OF THE THINGS I LISTED ABOVE!!!

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for the most part, this is exclusively a love live kin blog, however i would likely be willing to take requests for other idol themed games (i.e. bandori, pjsekai, enstars)!

please remember to read my rules, blacklist and dni before making a request!!

please send only 1-2 requests per ask!! this makes it easier for me to finish them and sort through them!!

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do NOT rush me or requests: please note that i am a person who has a job, is attending college and does extracurricular activities after, i often get busy and may not get to your request as fast, but I promise I will try to finish every request!!!

all trolls & hate comments will be deleted + you will be blocked. go do something productive, won’t you?

more rules to come as time goes on!

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gore / yandere themes

ANYTHING nsfw

inc*st (specifically anything with the yazawa sisters, konoe sisters & dia/ruby. if you support shipping them go the fuck away)

anything that has to do with r*pe, su*cide, s*xual assault, self harm, abuse, dr*g usage, eds and death of any kind

anything just gross in general

anything eyestrain

anything p*dophilic / age gap relationships

more to be added in the future as this blog grows! if you are wondering if I’m uncomfortable with something / not willing to do it, just ask me!!

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ICONS!! these are the ones I’ll likely do the most! i can do the following types: standard/plain colored bg (filtered/unfiltered), pride icons (specify flags in ask), and occasionally gif icons!! basically all icons will be circle unless specified otherwise!!

MOODBOARDS!! i love doing these!! they will typically be a 3x3 board with things relating to your kin! please remember to specify aesthetics/themes in ask!!!

WALLPAPERS!! i’m not as familiar with these, but this will give me a chance to work with them! phone, tablet & computer backgrounds only, please remember to specify size / dimensions in your ask!!!

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that’s about it for now!! enjoy your time here at love live kinnies UNITE!!!

before i sign off, could i get some promos? @electro-kins @heartsona @gothamspride , will possibly tag more later! tysm, no pressure to reblog btw!! :>

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[kiwibomb]

kim donghee 'extracurricular' lockscreens!!! please like or reblog if you save it!! 🦊

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[gongchanida]

․⠀๋ like or reblog! ⌗⠀dongwookle on twitter !

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[xxdcj]

nam yoon soo: wallpapers pt2 ☻

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[daehwimagu]

Kdrama WALLPAPERS

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✰ ₍ nam yoon-su wallpaper ₎ like/reblog — don't repost. 🦋

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extracurricular wallpapers

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[omokpop]

♡ park joohyun ; simple

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[edendaphne]

“Discordant Sonata” Chapter 19

>>Click here to read on Ao3<<

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CHAPTER 19: ATTACCA

Music glossary:        Attacca - "To attack at once"; used as a direction in music at the end of a movement to begin the next without pause

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(Mood music: "The Conversation" - Pearl Django)

Being mere months away from graduating lycée meant that their group of friends didn’t have as many classes together, due to their diverse individual interests and talents. However, they always made sure to make time to hang out after school before their extracurricular activities began.

And thus, Adrien, Nino, and Alya made their way to the classroom where the art club gathered to meet up with Marinette. From there, Adrien would make his way to either fencing lessons or Chinese, depending on the day of the week. Marinette would join him on days when he had Chinese (as she’d become determined to master the language ever since her uncle visited from Shanghai a few years back), Alya would go to her journalism club, and Nino would travel to his part-time internship at the local recording studio.

“–and the backlogs just keep piling up!” Alya spoke as they walked, voice full of vigor and excitement. “I’ve had to recruit yet another mod to help me keep order in the forums! Especially since the Ladyblog has started going international and we’ve had to organize servers in different languages. You wouldn’t believe how crazy it’s gotten in there recently!”

“Dang, babe,” Nino interjected. “Sounds like things are super rough for you right now.”

“Not really, more busy than anything. Especially because I have that big research article due next week, there’s just not enough hours in the day to try to read everything that goes on in there. But I have my mods report to me daily, ‘cause I always like to stay on top of everything that goes on in the chats!”

“What’s gotten everyone so riled up in the Ladyblog lately?” Adrien chimed in. “I don’t recall it being nearly this busy last year.”

The trio entered the art club’s classroom and settled down at the table where Marinette sat, getting her various sketches organized. The art teacher was quite easy going, so they didn’t have to talk in hushed whispers and could come and go as they pleased.

“Well, to be honest, it’s because of Chat Noir,” Alya replied.

Adrien tried to contain his surprise. “R-really? What– uhhh, what do people have to say about him?”

He winced inwardly. He knew he shouldn’t ask. But curiosity got the better of him today. Maybe learning the news through the filter or Alya’s paraphrasing instead of reading the negative comments firsthand would lessen the sting of what people said about him.

Marinette whipped her head around at the mention of his alter ego. “Wait, what about Chat Noir?” she inquired.

“Girl,” Alya replied, her voice filled with renewed exuberance. “You would not believe how much we’ve had to censor and moderate all the inappropriate things people have been saying!”

Adrien flinched in his seat. “Wow… do people really hate him that much?” he asked, trying to conceal the dejection in his voice.

Alya busted out into loud guffaws. “Hate?! Dude, most people don’t hate him; they LOVE him! By ‘inappropriate’ comments, I mean the kinda stuff you wouldn’t want your grandma to catch you reading! There’s a whole giant section dedicated to his new fan club!” she said as she removed her glasses so she could wipe away the tears of laughter.

“WHAT?!” Adrien squawked in confusion, his face feeling hotter than the ovens back at the bakery. “A fan club??”

Marinette burst into uncontrollable snickering. “Has it really gotten that bad?!”

Nino joined in, “Bro! Adrien, I can’t believe you haven’t heard Alya rant about these rabid fans before! They call themselves the ‘Noir Nation’, and the kind of things they’ve been writing would make adult romance authors blush like schoolgirls!”

Alya nodded, thoroughly amused. “And that’s not including all the fanfiction people have been writing.”

“Wait– the WHAT?! There’s fanfiction?!!” Marinette gaped in shock, as if she’d been hit in the face with an enormous pie. “Alya, how come I never knew about this?!”

“Why? You wanna read em? Girl, you’ll get no judgment from me. If you wanna check ‘em out for yourself, just go check under the hashtag ‘Ladynoir’.”

Marinette stammered as her arms flailed in her bewilderment, accidentally knocking her phone off the table and onto the floor, her eyes bigger and rounder than Adrien had ever seen them. “They have a ship name?!” she screeched.

“Just mind the ratings though,” Alya advised. “Some of them can get pretty steamy. You wouldn’t want someone to catch you reading those in public,” she added with a wink.

Marinette continued to sputter incoherently. “NO, I am NOT gonna read it!! It would be different if they were fictional characters, but I could never read fanfiction about real people!”

Alya raised a skeptical eyebrow at her. “Mm-hmm… Sure.”

Marinette’s hands flew to her face, trying to hide how red her entire face had gotten, and released a long squeak that resembled a hamster on helium. As shocked as Adrien was about these rather unexpected news, seeing Marinette’s over-the-top reaction brought a wide grin to his face and he busted out laughing.

He bent over to retrieve Marinette’s phone, since she was too busy being mortified to notice it had fallen to the floor. As he was about to hand it back, the screen lit up and Adrien saw the lockscreen wallpaper: it was the same photo of Ladybug and Chat Noir that he himself had saved earlier that day. He smiled, not exactly sure what to make of it, but finding it adorable that she’d liked the photo enough to set it as her lockscreen.

He tapped her shoulder, waiting for her to respond. She emerged from behind her impromptu hand shield and turned her head, then her eyes widened once again as soon as she saw what Adrien was showing her. She jolted straight up, stiff as a board, and her eyes met his, cheeks turning tomato red. He winked at her, amused about this little secret between them, and handed back her phone without a word.

Marinette accepted it with a meek-sounding, “Thanks,” looking like she wanted to explain the photo, but not able to do so unless she wanted Alya and Nino to find out that she was potentially a… ahem– “Ladynoir” shipper.

Switching the conversation to something else (which Marinette seemed to be eternally grateful for), the group chatted until it became time for them to scatter to their next destinations.

With a wave, Adrien exited the classroom and headed towards fencing practice, one of the few activities he decided to stick with despite not being forced to participate. Fencing, along with Chinese lessons, were not only enjoyable, but were also quite useful. Sadly, he didn’t have access to a piano anymore, so he wasn’t able to pursue that hobby for the time being. Hopefully later down the line, when things had settled down and he’d found his own place to live, he’d be able to finance one.

Thinking about the future had become an exciting pastime instead of an anxiety-inducing one, and it was all thanks to his friends and those he cared about. He smiled as he reached the door to the locker rooms, continuing to daydream of what was to come.

(Mood music: "Recollection 3" - Shirō Sagisu (BLEACH OST, "The Diamond Dust Rebellion")

Adrien finished getting dressed for fencing, his head still blissfully floating in the clouds. He stored his belongings into his assigned locker, shutting it with a loud clang, which echoed through the empty room.

Huh...? Empty?

He swiveled his head around, surprised that there was no one beside him. He stood up and began walking down the large room, peeking down the other locker rows looking for his classmates; but there was nobody.

Where was everyone? There’s no way that every single one of them was running late. Had his lessons been cancelled and he’d somehow missed a text message or email? He began heading back towards his locker to check his phone for any schedule changes.

Before he reached his destination, however, heavy thudding footsteps broke the eerie silence. Adrien whipped his body around to greet whoever they belonged to.

The owner of those footsteps was one of the last people Adrien expected to meet here.

“Gaspard?!”

Adrien stood agape, face to face with his old bodyguard, whom he hadn’t seen in a couple of years; not since he’d resigned and moved out of the country. Nathalie had mentioned that in his resignation letter, Gaspard said that he’d become involved in an overseas business venture involving the market of rare action figures. Nevertheless, Adrien couldn’t help but suspect that his father’s ill temper and poor treatment of their employees was the true reason for his departure.

Adrien’s first reaction was surprise and joy, and he rushed forward to greet and embrace him. However, as he approached and got a better look at the man’s face, Adrien’s mood instantly morphed into confusion and apprehension. There was something odd about his eyes.

Something wasn’t right. Why was Gaspard here? And why now?

He came to a halt about a meter before reaching him. An oppressive weight seemed to press in all around him, and he had to suppress a shiver. “Wait. Gaspard, did–” he gulped, “–did my father send you?”

His old bodyguard did not reply, but took a heavy step towards him. Adrien stepped back.

“Please… I can’t go back. I live somewhere else now, and I’m very happy there. Whatever he told you about the situation, it’s a lie.”

His bodyguard continued to approach him, his stare vacant and unsettling.

Fighting the urge to panic, he pleaded, “You don’t have to do this. If he’s offered you compensation, I can match it; it’ll just take me a bit of time. But we can work something out, right?? For old time’s sake?”

He continued walking backwards until he bumped into something firm, but it wasn’t a wall; it was another person. Before he could turn around, they grabbed him by the shoulders, detaining him and preventing him from running away.

He was about to shout for help when something sharp jabbed him on the side of the neck, injecting a cold liquid. Adrien’s eyes grew wide in terror.

Shit.

Adrien swore as he jerked away, elbowing whoever was behind him and managing to break free. Rubbing at the spot where the syringe had stabbed him, he glanced back to take a look at his other assailant, only to see... another Gaspard?

Why are there two of him??

This was wrong. Gaspard didn’t have a twin; he knew that for a fact. He’d worked for the Agrestes ever since Adrien was a toddler and was too young to even pronounce his name correctly (hence the nickname “Gorille”, which stuck around for years afterwards). Additionally, there was something uncanny, otherworldly, even, about the way these two men looked and moved.

He shook himself out of his stupor. He didn’t have time to contemplate any possible explanations. He had to get out of there fast.

He sprinted towards the exit, but only managed to travel a few paces before he lost his footing and tripped. He fell to the ground hard, almost hitting his head on a nearby bench. As he struggled to get up, he realized that his fingers and toes had already gone numb.

Not good.

Time was running out. Adrenaline coursed through him and, with a grunt, he hefted himself to his feet and scrambled towards the exit, as fast as he could despite a heavy limp. Though his heart was hammering and his legs felt like they were filled with sand, he pushed himself, concentrating on reaching the door.

After taking a few steps, however, he realized that even if he did manage to exit the locker room, the area beyond was an open courtyard. Meaning he wasn’t going to be able to reach someplace safe before getting caught. He had no choice but to transform into Chat Noir, and hopefully Plagg’s powers and strength could help him escape and find somewhere to hide.

He’d scarcely uttered the first syllable in the transformation phrase when he was tackled to the ground. A giant hand swiftly covered his mouth and Adrien felt his hands get bound together with thick zip ties behind his back. A muffled scream of writhing frustration made its way up his throat as his limbs became more and more useless by the second.

No… This can’t be happening! Please, this can’t be how it all ends!

Just when his life had finally gained a semblance of normalcy and he’d found happiness again, it would get ripped away and he would disappear without a trace, leaving everyone to wonder what had happened to him. Leaving his friends to think that Gabriel had pulled him from school and they would never see him again. Leaving Ladybug to wonder if Chat had abandoned her forever. Leaving her to fight Hawkmoth alone. Again.

He couldn’t let that happen. He thrashed and struggled as furiously as he could, fighting the feelings of overwhelming helplessness that threatened to consume him. Nearing despair, he was too distracted to notice Plagg phrasing through the wall, away from the skirmish, in search of the only person who could save him.

(Mood music: "Run" - Ludovico Einaudi)

Marinette fidgeted with her pencil, her feet wiggled and bounced under her desk. She didn’t understand; when she’d arrived at the art club, her head had been filled with inspiration and ideas that she’d been excited to draw and execute. However, at the moment, her mind was filled with noise and disquietude.

Having had enough, she excused herself to visit the restroom. Once she’d walked far enough from the classroom, she opened her purse to talk to Tikki about her current dilemma.

“It’s the same feeling as last night, Tikki! Except that would mean one of three possibilities. Option A.) It’s nothing and I’m going crazy. And— don’t give me that look, Tikki! I can see what you’re thinking and I don’t have time for your cheeky sass right now!” The kwami snickered while Marinette cleared her throat and continued, “Option B.) that Chat is here, at this school, which is impossible because his school’s on the other side of the city, that’s why he always leaves the house super early for his long commute.”

Tikki opened her mouth and looked like she was about to say something, but then didn’t (...or couldn’t?).

Marinette resumed, “Or, C.) that my–– what do I even call it? My ‘Spidey sense’??–– that it’s got a long distance mode, and Chat is all the way across Paris and he’s in trouble! But what am I supposed to do about that from here?! I wouldn’t even know where to begin looking!”

Tikki shrugged. “Follow your instincts, Marinette. There’s no harm in taking a quick look around the school, right?”

Marinette groaned. “UGH! It doesn’t make sense!! Am I going to get interrupted like this all the time from now on?” She shook her head resolutely. “No. I can’t just go off on random field trips every single time I feel a random fit of anxiety. I’m sure it’s just leftover jitters from last night. I’m supposed to call Master Fu after school anyway; he can help me figure everything out. I’m just gonna go back to class and forget about it.”

Tikki frowned, not quite convinced, but deciding not to press further.

Marinette made her way back to the classroom in a frustrated huff. But as her hand reached to turn the handle, the feelings of danger and urgency multiplied tenfold. Without a word, she sprinted away in the opposite direction, not even knowing where she was running to, only knowing she had to get there immediately.

She reached the large common area of the school downstairs. Her head whipped around, frantically searching for something, anything. In her haste, she didn’t notice a small black creature zoom into her open purse.

A few moments later, she felt a frantic tugging at her shirt from below.

“Marinette!! Over there! Check the locker room, quick!!!” Tikki whisper-screamed as she peeked outside the purse, her tone uncharacteristically frantic.

Marinette nodded, then sprinted to the locker room.

“Wait! You should transform first!” Tikki added.

No time!

“Marinette, wait!!”

Despite Tikki’s protests, Marinette raced towards the double doors, tackling them open.

Three sets of eyes landed on her as she skidded to a halt, but only one pair consumed her entire attention. She gasped in horror, hands flying to her face as she stared at what was occurring in front of her. Adrien let out a desperate, muffled scream urging her to run.

His panicked voice snapped her out of her dazed shock; but instead of running, she stood her ground, eyes darting back and forth across the area searching for something useful. The room was remarkably barren except for a lone broom a short distance away from her. She grabbed it and leaped towards the closest attacker (the one holding Adrien down), swinging it like a baseball bat.

The man didn’t even try to avoid the hit; the broomstick merely bounced off the side of his face where Marinette had hit him. She frowned in confusion, then tried hitting him again, bringing the stick down on the top of his head like an axe.

SNAP.

The end of the broom flew off, and Marinette stared in shock at the broken broomstick.

“What the hell are you?!” Marinette exclaimed, shifting her grip on the shortened wooden stub.

She pounced at the second bodyguard, bringing her weapon down in a stabbing motion; but he swatted at her hand, disarming her. She yelped in pain, leaping backwards to get some distance between them.

She was outmatched. The only strategy available was to use their own size against them. With a feint to the side, she shot at his legs for a takedown, hoping to catch him off balance. He called her bluff and shoved her backwards with his giant palm, then kneed her in the stomach.

Winded from the impact, Marinette doubled over with a gasping wheeze, fighting with all her might to keep herself from collapsing onto the ground. She forced herself upright and attacked again. With a clumsy jerk, she lunged forward, swinging wild punches at her opponent. The shots connected but his expression barely changed; it was like beating a breathing punching bag.

The bodyguard backhanded Marinette across the face. Pain shooting across her cheek, she staggered, almost losing her balance. In her daze, she watched helplessly as the man reared his arm back. There was no chance to dodge. His fist connected with her abdomen, delivering a liver shot that shut down her entire body. She crumpled to the floor as if boneless. She tried to call out Adrien’s name, but her mouth merely opened in a silent scream.

Marinette could hear Adrien’s distressed screaming, but it sounded distant, like they were underwater. The edges of her vision grew black and fuzzy, the entire room dissolving around her. She had to consciously force her lungs to inhale, but couldn’t fill them all the way, as if a boulder had been placed on top of her chest.

Faintly, she felt herself getting picked up off the ground and carried away over someone’s shoulder. Disoriented and semi-blinded, the sudden movement and rough jostling made her head spin and gave her vertigo. She gritted her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block it all out.

A few moments later, they stopped moving, and she heard a door burst open. Where were they? Before she could gather her senses, she was in the air, thrown several meters away, landing with a hard thud. A sharp pain traveled down her body as she rolled into the wall across them. The shriek that tried to escape her throat emerged as a strained, shallow whine.

The man stomped out, leaving her alone in the room. “Stop…!” she rasped out, managing to tilt her neck upwards, head pounding.

The bodyguard slammed the door shut, followed by a bang and a clattering sound that could only mean he’d broken the doorknob of whatever room she was in.

Marinette's vision became more and more blurred. At the verge of losing consciousness, she fought to keep her eyes open as tears pricked at the corners of her eyes.

No, she couldn’t pass out! She had to save Adrien! Stay awake, Marinette, stay awake!!

She bit down on her lip hard, focusing on the sharp sting, on the swelling that was already forming around her right eye, forcing herself to feel the pain her body was in. At this moment, feeling pain was better than falling unconscious. She concentrated on her breathing, slowly regaining her senses.

She reached down to open her purse and get Tikki’s help… only to be met with emptiness. Panic settled in her gut as she realized that sometime during the skirmish, the purse had slipped off her shoulder. She sat up, slowly, so she wouldn’t risk feeling faint again from the change in positions.

She squinted, adjusting her eyesight to the darkness of the room. It seemed to be some sort of supply closet. After a failed few attempts to stand, she crawled towards the door instead, careful not to bump into the crates and shelves that filled the area.

The girl eyed the broken doorknob wearily. She was pretty proficient at lockpicking and breaking into things, but not as good at breaking out. Her only hope was that Tikki would be able to find her… if she was even nearby.

She swore to herself. Why had she rushed in and attacked two grown ass men (who, incidentally, may or may not be supernatural to boot!) instead of hiding and creating a strategy?! Now she was useless, Tikki was gone, and Adrien was surely on his way to get auctioned to the highest bidder in the criminal black market and ransomed off for an enormous sum. Great job, Marinette. Adrien’s been abducted and it’s all your fault.

Gathering all the determination she could muster, she tried to call out for help. But her voice was still too hoarse, and only a weak croak came out. She clenched her fists, grumbling irritably. Time for a different approach. Somehow, she needed to make noise.

After a brief search, she found a hard, metallic object that she could use to hammer on the door. She tested it out; it was surprisingly effective. She doubled her efforts, making as big a racket as possible. Hopefully, it would only be a matter of time before somebody heard her, let her out, and she could go find Adrien.

She couldn’t let anything else happen to another loved one. Not again.

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I'M REEEAAAAALLY SORRY FOR THAT CLIFFHANGER JSHDKFJHSKDF ᕕ(╯°д°)ᕗ  I tried splitting up the sections differently but it didn't really flow as well.

But the next chapter is almost done, so I'll have it ready by next weekend!!

#Miraculous Ladybug #Ladynoir #Enemies AU #enemies to lovers #Marinette Dupain Cheng #Adrien Agreste #Chat Noir #Ladybug #fanfiction #Discordant Sonata #ML AU #aged up #Eden writes

[theoremproved]

My Fondest Fandom Memory

(For the Fandom Snowflake Challenge #13)

This one originally had me at a loss. Fandom has brought me many a sweet moment, but I couldn’t see anything I would clearly recall as very influential.

And then I realised the question could be applied to IRL encounters as well.

So here’s the story:

I think it was the last year of middle school. Winter, weekday, 6 or 7 pm, and I’m waiting on the bus stop for my parents to come pick me up.

Suddenly, a girl about my age comes up to me and asks me: “May I hug you?”

My eyes become the size of the moon. It’s the time when I had a social circle of exactly two people who weren’t my family, and so I’m scanning her face in a desperate attempt to understand who exactly she is. Is she from an extracurricular? One of my former classmates? A kid of some of my parents’ friends whom I met once on a birthday party when she was five? At least she doesn’t seem like the type of strangers who offer you sweets and lure you into their van to show you a kitten.

This entire deep internal monologue takes about a second. The pause grows uncomfortable. I nod and reply. “Yeah, sure.”

She hugs me. We stand like that for a few seconds. The street is silent, and I feel like I’m missing something crucial.

She looks at me once again. “I like your bag,” she says, then disappears into the night.

I stand still, trying to process what has just happened. Then I shoot a glance at my bag and see that it has a print of the smiley-face on the wallpaper from Sherlock.

Now it all seems very clear. And for the rest of the day, I can’t help smiling.

I still have the bag; it survived through three education institutions and eight or nine years. Whenever I look at it, I remember that day.

(And sometimes I still wish I had the confidence to randomly approach people and ask if I can hug them.)

#snowflakechallenge2022 #challenge13

[amanda-glassen]

The Wonder Years

While getting ready for her first school dance, twelve-year-old Olivia starts a path toward discovering who she is truly meant to be.

Twelve-year-old Olivia typically spent her Friday afternoons with Elliot and some of the other boys in their neighborhood, but with her mom home early from work for the first time in weeks, Olivia wanted a mother/daughter day. Serena Benson wasn’t into sports unless her daughter was playing, so they typically watched movies together or played games, but that afternoon Olivia was particularly excited because she didn’t have any homework over the weekend and she’d get to spend her time with her favorite people: watching movies with her mom on Friday, the Spring Fling with Alex on Saturday, and watching baseball with Elliot on Sunday. Olivia thought her weekend was practically perfect until it dawned on her that she had forgotten something…

She shoveled a handful of popcorn in her mouth as she contemplated the right way to put it. Olivia knew her mom would be upset with her either way, so after finishing her popcorn and chugging a small bottle of Gatorade, she knew the longer she waited, the more upset her mom would be. “Mom?”

“Yes?”

Olivia rested her head on her mom’s shoulder and wrapped her arms around her. “Did you know you’re the coolest mom in the world? You’re so beautiful and smart and fun and I’m so lucky to be your daughter.”

Serena kissed her daughter’s temple. “As much as I love hearing that, I know you either want something or you got detention again.”

“I didn’t get detention again,” Olivia said defensively. She took a deep breath and remembered that she had to calm down if she wanted to remain on her mom’s good side after what she was about to tell her. “You know how I’m going to the Spring Fling tomorrow? Well, I kinda sorta don’t have anything to wear.”

“Kinda sorta?”

“Okay, not kinda sorta,” Olivia responded, trying to give her mom her sweetest and most innocent look. “I have nothing to wear tomorrow, but in my defense, I had a lot going on. My basketball season ended and softball began. Then there was March Madness and the Mets pre-season games. Not to mention, all of the pressure that’s put on kids today to succeed at both academics and extracurricular activities. It’s no wonder I forgot to shop for something to wear.”

Serena playfully squeezed her daughter, causing Olivia to giggle. “Olivia Margaret, what am I going to do with you?”

“Take me shopping and then to Starbucks?” Olivia asked hopefully.

With three hours left until the mall closed, Olivia didn’t even get a chance to browse her favorite sporting goods store. Nearly a year had passed since the last time Olivia had worn a dress and she had already grown out of it as well as almost all of the other clothes she had worn during the previous school year. Olivia looked at her mom casually browsing the racks of colorful spring dresses in the juniors department. She admired how sophisticated her mom always looked and how she could pull off any style better than the women in the magazines. Although she’d never admit it to her mom or her friends, Olivia occasionally felt insecure about the way she looked in her clothes. She was now too tall to fit in the kids department, but she hated most of the clothes in the juniors department because it was either too tight or too revealing for her tastes. 

Olivia hesitated to even sift through the racks, so her mom picked out ten dresses for her to try on. The thought of trying on ten dresses was overwhelming for Olivia, but she trusted her mom’s sense of style and figured once this was over, she wouldn’t have to shop again until it was time for back to school shopping in the summer. 

“Mom, this one’s itchy!” Olivia called out while she had on the first dress and she could have sworn she heard her mom laugh from the other side of the fitting room door. 

“Move on to the next one, Ollie.”

“This one is too tight,” Olivia told her mom without even letting her see how the second dress looked on her. “I can’t move comfortably. What if I wanna play kickball or something? I won’t even be able to.”

“Why would you be playing－” Serena stopped herself. “You know what, if you played kickball outside instead of dancing at your first dance, it wouldn’t even surprise me.”

Olivia tried on the next dress, which ended up being more low cut than she had thought it would be. She wanted to take it off and change back into her jeans and hoodie, but her mom wanted to see at least one of the dresses she had tried on, so Olivia reluctantly opened the door. 

“That’s way more skin than I want you showing at twelve-years-old,” Serena told her. “It’s too low on top.”

Olivia crossed her arms over her chest. “Mom, you picked it. Besides, I don’t have the boobs for this dress.”

Serena covered her mouth, hoping to stifle her laughter. “Well, not yet, but you will someday.”

“No way!” Olivia shook her head. “The moment they start to grow, I’m taping them down.”

“Taping them down isn’t going to stop them,” Serena said as she tucked a strand of hair behind her daughter’s ear. 

“Ugh!” Olivia groaned. “Then what is? When is everything going to stop? I don’t like the way I look and I don’t want to wear dresses or makeup or heels. I don’t want anyone to say ‘Olivia is becoming a beautiful young woman’ or anything like that. I don’t wanna be a woman right now. I don’t know what I wanna be.” 

Olivia tried to be tough and hold back her tears, but she could no longer control them. Instead, she decided to cling to her mom because what she needed to feel most was the comfort of being in her mom’s arms. “My Ollie Koalie,” Serena said softly while she held her. “What can I do to help you? I love you so much. No more dresses, okay? No more of anything that doesn’t make you feel like you.”

Once Olivia had changed out of the dress and back into her jeans and hooded sweatshirt, they left the juniors department and went over to the young men’s department. She may have had to sift through several racks before she found something small enough to fit her, but for the first time in her life, Olivia was excited about clothes shopping. Her mom helped her pick out some black slacks and a black vest and all that was left was the crowning jewel－her shirt.

“Mom,” Olivia said nervously.

“Yes, Ollie,” Serena absentmindedly responded. She grabbed some chinos in tan and olive green and draped them over her arm. “These pants looked good on you and I think we should get you some more.”

“Really?” Olivia asked. “But what about all the clothes you bought me for the start of the school year and for winter?”

“The clothes you’re not happy in?” Serena pointed out. “We’ll donate what you don’t want and refresh your wardrobe, but we can focus on that next week. Right now, we need to get you a shirt.”

“About the shirt…” Olivia hesitated. “Elliot bought a light blue shirt because Kathy’s dress is light blue...and some of the other guys are getting shirts to match their date’s dresses. It’s a thing a lot of the guys at school are doing and I was hoping…”

“Are you trying to tell me you have a date?” Serena asked her now blushing daughter.

Olivia knew her mom had rules against her dating before high school, but she knew Alex was worth any amount of trouble she’d get in. “I do have a date. She’s kinda sorta more than my date.”

“Are we back on kinda sorta?” Serena smiled at her.

“Kinda. I mean, no,” Olivia shook her head. “She’s not my date. She’s my girlfriend.”

“My little Ollie has a girlfriend,” Serena teased. “Is this girlfriend of yours the cute little blonde girl whose picture is the new lock screen wallpaper on your phone?”

“Mom!” Olivia’s eyes grew wide. “You looked at my phone?”

“You were sitting next to me and practically drooling over that picture of her,” her mom told her. “...and I figured if you actually replaced the Giants logo on your phone, she must be really special to you.”

 “There’s something else that’s going to make you think she’s even more special,” Olivia hid her face with her hands. “I’m actually gonna get a pink shirt to match Alex’s dress.”

“A pink shirt?” Serena gasped. “This girl just might be my future daughter-in-law.”

“Mom,” Olivia giggled. “So I’m not in trouble?”

“Have you kissed her?”

“What? No!” Olivia narrowed her eyes. “I don’t do anything like that. Alex and I just hold hands and sit together at lunch.”

“I can’t stop you from liking girls at your age or stop girls from liking you,” Serena began. “You’re way too young to kiss a girl, but if all you’re doing is holding hands and spending time together, I’m fine with you having a girlfriend. Just keep in mind that I will never let the two of you be unsupervised and...Ollie?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m here if you ever want to talk about having a girlfriend or talk about anything at all.” 

There were a few other customers nearby, but Olivia didn’t care. She hugged her mom and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “I love you, Mommy, and thank you for letting me be me. I think I’m gonna be happier now.”

#WSVU Week #alex and liv: the wonder years #alex cabot #olivia benson #cabenson

[atmilliways]

61, 74, 75, and 76 for the character(s) of your choice?

[oc question meme]

Actually this got pretty long because I did all three of them for each, lol. 

61. What’s their favourite and least favourite subject in school?

Amos “Aim” Jansen — His favorites were literature and history, with some interest in art history that he discovered in college, but he also liked science classes enough that he really, really wanted to be a psychology major. Unfortunately, he was forced to drop out in his sophomore year when his dad died, the money dried up, and he had to go home to take care of his mom. His least favorite subject was French, he wanted to learn the language but the lessons never seemed to sink in or stick for very long no matter how hard he studied, and his pronunciation was always shit. He scraped by with a high enough grade to pass high school and that was about it.

Narcisse Blanc — Her favorite was drama, hands down. She cycled through pretty much every possible subject in college, constantly changing her major in an effort to draw out being "away at school" for as long as possible, but always kept some drama classes or extracurriculars in the rotation somewhere. Everything else she had a fleeting love affair with, until the shiny wore off and she decided that it was either boring or she actively hated it. Her least favorites were math, geology, chemistry... basically all of STEM.

Penny “Oz” Merchison — Her favorite subjects were math and choir, although she hasn't kept up with singing much beyond high school. Her least favorite was usually literature, not because she was bad at it but because she prefers reading for the experience of absorbing the story and not taking tests about what color the wallpaper in chapter three was.

74. What’s their guilty pleasure?

Amos “Aim” Jansen — He's been known to overindulge in Kentucky Bourbon from time to time.

Narcisse Blanc — Cigarettes and more coffee than most human bodies can reasonably tolerate. She only feels guilty about the coffee because she's an ungodly terror without caffeine, but she's fully aware that she should quit smoking. At some point. Any day now. Eventually. It's on her list.

Penny “Oz” Merchison — Real Housewives of New York.

75. Is there anyone they consider their rival?

Amos “Aim” Jansen — Not really.

Narcisse Blanc — Most cis straight men.

Penny “Oz” Merchison — Herself. She's also who she's most competitive against, constantly trying to beat personal bests.

76. Do they have any notable physical features?

Amos “Aim” Jansen — Height (6' 2") and weight (296 lbs). Amos is a big guy, built like an offensive lineman (he played football casually in high school) and more intimidating than he usually means to be. He has big hands, wide shoulders, and a large jaw. He also shaves his head, which is pretty noticeable… especially when the sun is out, and the angle is just right. Most of the time he has a bit of stubble on his face. He’s less meticulous about shaving there. Generally he finds this natural intimidation helps him in his chosen line of work, and tries not to soften it by, for example, being seen in his reading glasses or fluffy bunny slippers.

Narcisse Blanc — She's “tall for a girl” at 5' 10". Most people notice that about her first, and she's always amused whenever it makes shorter men uncomfortable. She looks like a handsome woman or a pretty man, and enjoys when people are confused by that. Also, dark blue eyes that are always prepared to make eye contact, except when she knows that might give away something she doesn’t want to tell. She also has an eyebrow piercing (left side).

Penny “Oz” Merchison — Oz is 5' 10" tall, so about average. She’s pretty lean and built like a ruler, with basically equal chest, waist, and hip measurements. (Incidentally, she looks exactly like her mother did at her age, except Oz has brown eyes and short hair ((dirty blonde, that curls a little at the ends)).) When it was longer, about shoulder-length, it had only a bit of a wave. She freckles. Mostly on her face, but she has a handful of them on her arms, shoulders, and the back of her neck. And three on her belly that she’s kind of shy about, because she’s not the type to wear bikinis anything like that very often so she can’t figure out how the hell they got there. (Narcisse thinks this is precious and has probably named them.)

#kreate a klokateer #jean rambles

[soyforramen]

Betty Cooper + Teen Witch please!

Anon, this has taken me an embarrassingly long time, but here we are:

Betty Cooper bit her lip as the figures in the house across from her leaned towards each other, their flirting as clear as any neon sign.  This wasn’t how she was supposed to spend her sixteenth birthday.  She was supposed to be the one in that room, laughing and flirting with Archie, all the while waiting for him to kiss her.  Instead, she was sitting alone in her dark room and wistfully thinking about the boy who didn’t want her.

Polly had warned her that love spells didn’t work, but Betty made sure she hadn’t used a love spell.  She’d used a persuasion charm and a dream potion, both meant to make Archie see what they could be, if only he’d give it a chance.  Except, instead of noticing Betty, his lifelong best friend, the one who’d been there for him through his thick head and her thin patience, Archie had fallen for Veronica Lodge, the rich socialite who’s every move was infused with sophistication and seduction.  

With a groan Betty threw herself back onto her bed.  She picked up a pillow and covered her head to scream in frustration.  Frustration that she hadn’t proved she was a real witch like Polly and their mother; frustration that she’d failed at becoming the one thing she’d always wanted, Archie’s girlfriend, before her birthday; and worst of all, frustration that she didn’t even know if she wanted to him anymore.  

A knock came from the window and Betty ignored it.  Probably just another one of Polly’s suitors, clamoring for her attention despite her heart already belonging to another.  Pretty, perfect Polly.  The all-American girl next door.  Perfect grades, perfect hair, and perfect spell work.   Though Betty still adored her older sister, it was annoying how easily things came to Polly and Chic.  Both slipped gracefully into the realm of popularity, neither breaking a sweat in their pursuit of adulthood.  Chic was the captain of the football team and the editor of The Blue & Gold when he was a sophomore on top of his laundry list of extracurriculars.  And Polly had naturally become the co-head of the J.V. Cheer squad, organized a coat drive for the homeless, chaired the dance committee, and successfully protested for adoption of organic, cruelty free lunches by the time her freshman finals had come around.  

All Betty had managed during her two years at Riverdale High was maintain the moniker ‘Queen of the Nerds’ for pacing Dilton Doiley in rank and get politely rejected for all extracurriculars except for the school paper (and even then she’d only been allowed in as a legacy recruit).  Her turn in shop had ended just as quickly when the older boys found out she could clean a carburetor and fix a flat quicker than any of them cared to try.  Heck, even the marching band, always ravenous for new blood, kicked her out after she’d staged a one-woman protest over the sexist and archaic twirler uniforms were.  (Upon further reflection, brought upon by a long weekend detention for interrupting the Homecoming performance, Betty realized her expulsion from the wind section might have more to do with her protestations about the choice of music for that year.  Classic Horror Reimagined might have been all well and good for NYSFBC competitions, but she hadn’t been able to find it in herself to not speak up about the music choices from The Reflecting and Cardamom’s Baby, both directed by, and paying royalties to, truly awful directors.  It seemed Riverdale’s band director was not ready for a more enlightened view of women in film and thus Betty had been regulated to spending the rest of the semester in study hall.)

The knock came again and Betty rolled over.  Let Polly’s beaus wait.  It was as if they cared about Betty’s birthday, so why should she care about their heartache?

“Betts,” came a muffled voice.  “Let me in, will you?  I’m about to fall off this ladder.”

At the sound of her name, she sat up and peered out the window.  The top of Jughead’s grey beanie, a sight for sore eyes at all times, but especially now, stared back at her.  Betty rushed to the window and opened it.  Jughead shoved a greasy Pop’s bag and cup towards her.

“What are you doing here?” she asked as he pulled himself through the window.

He shrugged and turned on the table lamp by her bed.  The soft, warm glow cast long shadows through the room, its reflection against the window blocking Archie and Veronica from her view.  Jughead jerked his head towards the Andrews’ house and sat down on the window seat.

“Archie  had plans tonight, and you’d mentioned your parents had a thing.  So.”  Jughead gestured towards the bag in her hands.   “I probably should have brought a slice of pie or cake or something.”

Her heart fluttered into her throat and if it weren’t for the melted milkshake in her hand, Betty would have thrown her arms around him.  And, maybe, if she thought a little less and acted a little more, she might have even tried to kiss him.  He shifted in the seat and stared around the room as if it were the first time he’d been there.  A ridiculous thought considering how many times he’d climbed through her window since they were old enough to know what a ladder was.  Despite his familiarity with the room, Betty felt a surprising, sudden urge to hide all her stuffed animals and childhood trinkets under the bed.  

Instead, she cleared her throat.

“This is perfect, Jug.  But what about you?  Won’t you be hungry?”

He grinned, that sheepish, boyish charm of his that lit up his sleepy face.  Her heart thumped painfully at the sight of it.  Not for the first time, Betty wondered why she’d never noticed just how nice of a smile he had?  

“I ate mine on the way over.  And I might have stolen a few onion rings.”

“There’s that famous Jones’ appetite,” Betty laughed.

She sat down on the floor and pulled the paper container of onion rings out.  When he didn’t move from the window, Betty patted the carpet next to her in invitation.  Jughead stood slowly, his movements jerky and uncertain.  Whether he was wary of her, or of the chance that Archie might see them together, was unknown.  But when she pick up the milkshake, now nothing more than thick strawberry milk, his eyes flicked to her lips then ran away to stare at the pastel pink wallpaper.

“How’s the witchcraft going?  Turn anybody into frogs lately?”

Betty shrugged and picked at an onion ring.  Jughead had been the only one she’d told about her heritage.  Despite his inherent skepticism, he was the only one she felt she could trust.  

“Slowly.  Mom wants me to memorize the basics first, but Polly’s been showing me a few things.”

Ever the skeptic in need of tangible proof, Jughead raised an eye in challenge.  Betty shot him a grin and pulled the burger out of the bag.  While she unwrapped it her lips moved wordlessly, the strange form of the spell coming to the front of her mind.  As they watched, steam rose from the burger as it slowly heated.  Jughead let out a low whistle and clapped.  Glib as it might have been, his approval was enough to draw a grin.  

“Finally, useful voodoo.”

Betty rolled her eyes and let out a huff.  She knew he was pushing her buttons, a childish attempt to draw her attention, but it had become a sort of game between them.

“Vodun is a religion, Juggie, and not at all like -“

She paused as a loud whistling cut through the air.  With a puff of air, the burger exploded, sending pieces of rye bread and vegetables all through the room.

“More practice, maybe?”  Jughead said softly.  

Betty worried at her lips, her mind racing to figure out what had gone so wrong.  She’d brought the words to her mind, and focused on shifting her power into them, and then…. did she close off the spell?  Or did she get so distracted by -

Her mind stalled as Jughead reached towards her.  Gently, he pulled something out of her hair and popped it into his mouth.  A few seconds too late, Betty realized it was a tomato.  

“What?” he said at her wince.  “Can’t waste good food.  What about your other project?  The one that doesn’t involve exploding burgers?”

Betty groaned and leaned back to lay down on the (thankfully still clean) carpet.  “You mean The Archie Project.”

Jughead nodded.  He moved a few pieces of bread out of the way, tossing those into the bag, and lay down next to her.  

“I’d name it Operation Ginger Theft, or Lonely Hearts Prevail.  The Archie Project sounds like some lame make-over reality show Kevin and Veronica are always going on about.”

Betty snorted at the image of a swarm of stylists descending upon Riverdale, intent on cleaning up the jocks.  “Or maybe Archie’s the one who gives you a make over.”

Jughead faked a shudder and she giggled.  “Armed with Hamburgercrombie & Fritch, way too much hair gel, and a daily bath in Old Sugar?  Hard pass.”

“You’re willing to give up the chance of a life time to let him and his talented team of bros -“

“Reggie and Moose?” he asked.

“Naturally.  And they come fully equipped to dudify -“

“Dudify?”

“Well, what else would you call it?”

Jughead thought about it while he stared at a piece of cheese on the ceiling.  Betty stared at him, transfixed on just how clear his skin seemed.  The realization that she’d never been this close to him, that he’d probably never let anyone come this close to him who wasn’t related to him, was grounding.  Skin like that had to be a miracle considering how much junk food he ate.  Not a single blemish to be seen.  Pity, too, that his eyelashes were that long and thick.  They covered up just how blue eyes were when he had them half-closed all the time.  No wonder Ethel spent middle school writing sonnets about -

“Masculinize?  Toxify?  Fraternize?” he asked, his drawl drawing her out of her trancelike observations.

“Maybe,” she said softly.

He turned towards her and his eyes met hers.  The stare between them went on far too long to be a look between friends.  Especially when his eyes flicked down to her lips and she couldn’t help but draw the tip of her tongue along her bottom lip.  Jughead cleared his throat, his eyes darting back to the ceiling.  

“I should have brought a cake.”

Betty sighed heavily at the reminder.  “At least you remembered it was today.”

Jughead pushed himself up on his elbow, confusion littered across his face.  “What do you mean?”

Not wanting to fall back into that particular pit of self-pity, she shrugged.  “Forget about it.  And as for The Archie Project -“

“Coming soon on RBC,” he deadpanned.  Despite the humor, Betty knew him well enough to note the tension in his jaw.  

“I think I’m giving up on him.”

Jughead’s eyes went wide and he stared at her.  

“Why?”

“It turns out Archie wasn’t really who I wanted.”

Betty chewed the inside of her mouth.  His half-lidded eyes were normally hard to read, but his sudden interest held intriguing lines of mystery.   She waited, as she always had, on Jughead.  He’d always been last to everything; the last to class, the last to wake, the last to notice when the winds of romance were changing.  Only this time, Betty hoped that for the first time, she’d been the last.

He swallowed, hard enough to be heard in the dark, quiet room.  

“Then who -“

Betty raised up on her arm and leaned forward slowly as if not to spook him.  She met his eyes and, finding the same heat that she felt, met his lips with her own.  

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