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afternoonteahours · 1 year
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concert memory lane part II
Halsey • Manic Tour • Berlin • February 2020
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decembermoonskz · 11 months
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to my favorite tour and my favorite guys, I’m always missing you and can’t wait to see you again! 💜 | (all videos are mine)
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agapintheskin · 2 years
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now. since we're in agreement.
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*deep breath*
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MANIFESTING-
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sammybirdseed · 2 years
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📸 credit @/CH4NSC0LL4R_ on twt
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mmxii · 1 year
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happy third birthday manic <3
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just-j-really · 4 months
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Another Dreamling fic I'm probably not going to write: amnesia AU, but played for comedy/fluff. Hob forgets everything from the night he met Dream onward because of some sort of curse. Dream decides to look after him until the curse wears off, because he is Being a Good Friend.
So from Hob's perspective, a Mysterious Hot Guy told him he'd see him in 100 years time and then he woke up in the future, with the Mysterious Hot Guy refusing to let him out of his sight.
Hob is under the impression he's being kidnapped/seduced by some fey creature, and "show him the delights the future has to offer" is just how this guy flirts.
Hob is not opposed.
Meanwhile Dream is being dragged along on a whirlwind tour of the year 2023 by a Manic Pixie Dream Medieval Peasant who wants to see absolutely everything there is to see in the future right now immediately.
(I am a little bit thinking of the festival dance scene in Tangled, with Hob as Rapunzel. Only instead of Festival Activities he is enthusiastically dragging Dream around to the various Sights of modern London.)
The Sights in Question are this bizarre mix of 'things a modern person would consider an attraction in modern London' and 'entirely banal parts of modern London' and Hob is having the time of his life. The future has stores full of more food than he's seen??? And types of food he's never seen??? And spices and off-season fruit just sitting there??? And fabric is so soft now???? And medication and pest control are just??? Available??? Life is so rich!!!!
(And on the other hand like. This man was excited about playing cards. Someone please show him an arcade. He is forcing Dream to play every multiplayer game available. Especially the driving ones. Neither of them knows how to drive.)
(Dream takes him to a museum and he's staring at a display from the 14-1500s marveling at how futuristic the technology is. He's actually more excited about that stuff than he is about the whole 'computers' thing because it's close enough for him to have some point of reference.)
(Also sidebar from the comedy- Maybe Dream shows Hob the ruins of the White Horse. Hob stares at the building for a long time, then starts crying. Not outright sobs, just tears steadily slipping down his face like he's not really aware of them. Dream panics and tries to comfort him, mentally kicking himself for showing Hob the one connection to the life he knows in ruins. But Hob, laughing now, explains that this was the first time it really hit him? That he's actually 600 years in the future, not in some fairyland Dream created. And that means that all the disease and starvation and war and world-ending horror he was staring down 600-odd years ago didn't. He was going to grit his teeth and live no matter what but the fact that the world made it here along with him? That humanity's still here? And managed to create antibiotics and planes and chimneys in the meantime? That's a goddamn miracle.)
And Dream is getting dragged along with Hob, at first reluctantly, but slowly falling for Hob's enthusiasm throughout the day/week/whatever. And this version of Hob is like. Outright flirting with him. He's outright flirting with a lot of people, fair, but Dream especially. And of course Dream's having a feeling about it, because of course the version of Hob who doesn't actually know him, doesn't know how cruel he was over the centuries, is the one who'd be interested in him.
The Manic Pixie Dream Medieval Peasant Tour of London ends up taking on a decidedly romantic note, after a few days. And one night, after an evening in a restaurant that Dream knows is one of Hob's favorites, where everyone around them was silently willing them to get a room because the tension between two people who are very carefully sitting on opposite sides of the table and not actually touching, just talking to each other, was far too palpable, Hob caves, and drags Dream into a kiss the second they get back to his flat.
It's a good kiss, and Dream lets himself enjoy it for a moment, because he'll never get to kiss Hob again so at least he can have the memory of this one. Then he gently breaks the kiss and tells Hob, equally gently, that they can't. That Hob doesn't remember the majority of their relationship, how cruel Dream has been to him. That his present self doesn't feel the same way.
And then Hob, who's been staring starry-eyed at Dream this whole conversation, says "I do, though."
And Dream is like "Yes I know you like me now with but the you with your memory intact does not."
And Hob's like "No, I do. I got my memory back right when I kissed you."
And there is, unfortunately, more confusion (Hob explaining that yes he has always liked Dream it's just that 600 years have made him minutely less reckless and also the current him remembers that they are friends and doesn't want to ruin that. But no, Dream is wrong on all counts, he remembers every moment of their friendship and he does like Dream the same way and holy shit??? There is a 'same way'???? Dream wanted to keep kissing him????)
And then they clear all that up and live happily ever after.
(Yes it was a True Love's Kiss thing)
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thatdeadaquarius · 24 days
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Ok but polygot reader who's like a pro singer who sings im all the languages they know all across teyvat cuz y not <3
Having a duet with yunjin and xinyan
Harmonising with barbara
Singing for nilou's dance
I WANNA SING LULLABIES TO MY CHILDREN SO BADLYYYYYYYY
Orah my beloved genius you <333
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LMAO SORRY I JUST HAD TO USE THIS GIF
Orbit: Short Headcanons-ish
Stars: mostly Mond/Liyue characters, mentions of other singers/musicians
Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: none known. & Trigger Warnings: none known.
Please comment if I missed any. /gen
U get to sing a solo with Barbara yes!!
but u know whats more important? whos more hype abt ur songs/diff languages???
Venti.
Venti is.
Venti is vibrating with barely contained manic energy
poor guy is sick of always being familiar with songs, nothing is "new" to him, but ur songs?? they're from a different world, and he can't know any of them!!!
Venti's has a surprising amount of strength in those noodle arms bc ur suffocating in his hug rn-
He is constantly begging asking you to sing for him, sing in public, he'll put you on the Barbatos statue hands just so everyone can hear you,
constantly pleading politely requesting if he can lay in your lap under the Windrise tree while you sing slow songs
Hogs you from Barbara, Klee, and anyone else in Mondstadt who would want to personally hear ur singing/duet with you lmao
u had to bring in the cavalry (Rex Lapis/Zhongli) to get a week away from him lol
luckily the retired god was more than motivated to bring u to Liyue, after all he spends a fair amount of his time listening to operas/music
DUETS DUETS DUETS!!
Yunjin blew ur eardrums out of excitement the first time u copied her singing perfectly, kidnapped u for an entire week of festivities where u were the special singer guest <33
Xinyan looked at you like u hung the stars in the sky for both playing a little guitar/singing to her rock music (as she's used to instrumental rock so far bc its been just her)
Qiqi, Klee, Yao yao, Diona all ask (in their own ways lol) for lullabies,
they each wanted you to sing to them every night but it wasn't possible... so u got cloud retainer to invent a machine to record some lullabies you've sung in each of their countries languages so they can sleep 🥺<333
and the dancers.
you cannot escape the dancers.
Nilou, yunjin, eula, gaming, ayaka, doesn't matter, u cannot have peace.
u will sing for them all at some point, u will have repeated performances, u will attract crowds, u will be going on a world tour
(Lyney has also kidnapped u for his magic shows to show off ur singing in French)
finally scheduled a post and am able to rlly get at my asks more frequently now thank goodness
im so ready to open ask box again 😭😭
hope u guys have a fun Tuesday!! :)
Safe Travels 0rah,
💀♒
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shubblelive · 8 months
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— THE BEST PART
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summary : wilbur loves his job. he works long hours with an intense amount of pressure and no breaks, but he loves it. the best part, though, is having you to come home to, who makes it all worthwhile.
genre : fluff
warnings : mentions of food/eating
pairing : musician!wilbur soot x reader
pronouns : none (you/yours)
featuring : musician!wilbur soot, musicianbur, lovejoy (mentioned, not named)
requested : anything with sleepy Wilbur (preferably tired Wilbur after studio)
word count : 1147
note : here you go anon!! i hope you enjoy!! title stolen from an olivia rodrigo song lmao <3
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the uber rides home from the studio were wilbur’s favourite part of the day. of course, he loved working on music, spending his day with three of his close friends making music was the best case scenario for how he saw his life working out. he had this manic energy about him, nothing intense, just that spark that you rarely saw in other scenarios. music made wilbur happy, happier than you had ever seen him, but you. everyone else saw the way he was with you. music made wilbur happy, sure, but his favourite thing in the whole world was getting to spend time with you.
you usually hung around the studio, working quietly on your computer on the couch out of the way. they were doing construction down the street from the apartment you shared with wilbur, and the rest of the band were more than happy to let you work out of the studio. it had been nice, getting to look over and see your face whenever he wanted to. you guys both had extremely busy schedules, especially with wilbur leaving to tour for weeks, even months at a time, so he took any excuse to see you in person, even if you were both just working separately in the same room.
however, the construction had finished, and you’d started working from home again. so now, wilbur stumbled into his uber after working for 13 hours alone. it had been the best part of his day when you were there. soft touches and quiet giggles as he’d rest his head on top of yours beside you. your hand gripping his as he relaxed onto you, the only sound the quiet radio, or the music coming through your earbuds that you’d share. you’d hold your phone up on low brightness and compare takeaway menus in almost complete silence. sometimes you’d cook, and you’d hold your phone up for wilbur to type in the website he wanted to order from and he’d just wrap his hand around it, bringing it back to your lap and pressing a sideways kiss onto the top of your head.
now, he was alone and anxious, completely exhausted from the day. it had been full-on, both writing new music and getting around to recording instrumentals from ones they’d finished. then there was two hours of meetings about their next album, talking aesthetics, tracklist and a bunch of other things that he really cared about, but didn’t have the energy to deal with now.
the ride home was loud, and wilbur didn’t have headphones. too polite to ask the driver to turn down the radio, he closed his eyes and laid his head against the backseat window. the driver ended up getting lost and, while wilbur held no anger at him for it, it was incredibly frustrating, and when he finally dragged himself up the stairs at nearly eleven that night, he already had an entire spiel about how he was so sorry he didn’t text you to let you know he’d be late, his phone was running really low and he needed it to pay the driver and was more than prepared for you to be mad at him for not communicating. he opened the door, dropping his keys onto the little end table the two of you had built one afternoon, you doing most of the work and wilbur reading you articles he found interesting. the entry light was off, but he could see light coming down the hall to the living room. he stopped by the bedroom, toeing off his docs and shedding his jacket, leaving it on the made bed, promising to pick it up later, before turning back down the hallway and reaching the living room. you were there on the sofa, a netflix documentary about someone he didn’t recognise playing on the tv. he sighed softly, taking in your cosy form before making his way around the back of the couch to come kiss you hello.
“hi, wil,” you looked more than happy to see him, sitting up slowly and creating room for him to take his place next to you. your head fell onto his shoulder and his fingers traced feather light lines up and down your arm. “did you have a good day?”
he nodded, letting out a small noise. “i missed you, though. not the same without you there,”
“need someone to pay for your lunch when you forget your phone,” you giggled good naturedly. that had been another perk of you working at the studio. no matter how hard you both had been working, when the group decided to break for lunch, wilbur would always take your hand and bid the others farewell as the two of you walked around town to find somewhere to eat. more often than not, he did leave his phone in the studio, but it was usually on purpose. nothing there to distract him from his time with you, as precious as it was. you didn’t mind, he always payed you back, not that you needed him to. sitting across the table from him at a random cafe, the two of you talking about everything from his upcoming music, to your work, to trips the two of you were planning on taking, was enough for you.
“needed someone to wake me up when we reached our place, i almost fell asleep on the way home,” his statement, punctuated by a well-timed yawn, made you laugh. “how was your day?”
“did you eat yet?” you ask instead of responding. he shakes his head predictably, and you go to stand up. “i made chicken,” his grip around you tightens almost imperceptibly as he lets you go, and you think better. “you okay?”
“just wanna sit here with you, if that’s alright?” you didn’t hesitate to sit back down and move more into his lap. you were facing him, the two of you cross legged as he hugs you. he can feel the weight of sleep pulling him down, aided by the familiar scent of your shampoo. your head rests on his shoulder, and you place a kiss on his jaw, right below his ear. it’s getting late, and he is hungry, but for now he needs to sit here with you.
“i love you,” he murmurs, and you squeeze him tighter in response. “thank you for making me dinner. ‘m sorry i was so late home.”
“it’s okay, don’t be sorry,” you’re barely louder than a whisper, but wilbur hears every syllable. “i love you too. you should eat dinner, though.”
“i will,” he assures you. and he does, the two of you sit on the counter together as he eats at nearly one in the morning, and even though he doesn’t get to see you while he’s working, wilbur still thinks this is the best part of his day.
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Coderra sucks ass as a cutesy romantic ship and their dynamic in World Tour is nothing short of disturbing BUT! I think the whole concept behind an eccentric stalkerish fangirl who's obsessed with a mediocre white man who thinks he's hot shit and forcing them to interact has great potential.
Like, what if Cody had been totally on board at first to have a strong gf who's obsessed with him and basically competes for him? What if they started a relationship immediately and we were able to see it crash and burn throughout the course of TDWT?
Sierra realises that that guy she's idolised and crushed on from afar for two year isn't what she imagined him to be and gets a massive reality check. Cody realises that his manic pixie dream girl fantasy is actually awful in practice and that the constant attention is always stressing him out. The two of them having to let go of their unrealistic expectation and accepting that their relationship is just plain bad for both of them.
It also could have been a great contrast to Aleheather, all enemies to lovers vs lovers to enemies (or friends even!)
idk man, it could have been better
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thecreaturecodex · 6 months
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Burnt Out
So, I took the last month or so off, thinking that it would recharge my creative batteries. It did not. I still feel completely burnt out on writing: in the last month, I wrote four and a half monsters, and cannot bring myself to finish that fifth one.
I've honestly felt burnt out all year. I was winding down after the World Tour project, and then a burst of inspiration (and a manic episode) struck. And now in retrospect, I think that I was running past my healthy limits for way too long.
My hiatus continues indefinitely. I have no idea when I'm going to be able to write again. If you are unsatisfied with the progress on the commissions (which honestly, has been a major source of stress on me), let me know, and I can refund you.
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We Should have Stayed in Gotham ch 4
(Almost every Maribat fic I read has the akuma class going to Gotham. But tell me which is more likely, a class touring the city of crime, or a class touring the city of lights? So here it is, the Daminette fic that only I asked for, where Gotham goes to Paris, and the poor students have to grapple with the fact that they have competition for the most dangerous city in the world. I wonder what will happen?) (a/n: Warning dark Conversation. Don't be taken off guard.)
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Despite what his brothers might say, Damian did not hate fun. He just hated their idiotic brand of fun that usually found them needing Bruce and the WE PR team to bail them out of jail while Barbara laughed at them from the other side of the bars. (He would never forgive Todd from stopping him from freeing the Zoo Animals. They would have gotten away with it if he had just followed orders.) Still, he planned to have fun on this trip, especially at the Louvre. He had always wanted to see the inside of this place, the art, the history, maybe even correct some of the factual errors. A scavenger hunt would not interfere with that, even if it was tedious and pointless.
But then Alix and Kathryn had skated by waving a half-completed work sheet shouting, “You’re falling behind!” Apparently, they had gotten a head start by going through her father’s office. Mendeleiev just groaned as manic grins spread across multiple students’ faces, including Marinette’s.
 And so it was, that before any of the teachers could stop them, the Parisians had grabbed their Gothamite’s hand and took off running through the halls of the most famous museum in the world. Damian didn’t know how to react as Marinette pulled him through wing after wing, her hand holding his in a vice grip, until they stopped in the Egyptian hall. He was surprised to see that she wasn’t panting, even though she had to be running at full speed in order to stay ahead of him.
Instead she just skidded to a stop and began to say in very broken German, “Ok…the first…question…is about…”
Damian cleared his throat, and said in French “You want to win this, right?” Marinette cocked her head but nodded. “Then I think it will be best if we stick to our fluent languages. We can help each other after we finish demolishing your insane classmates.”
Marinette grinned and then said in English, “Very well, but what about your classmates. Won’t they be a problem?”
Damian glanced at his work sheet and raised an eyebrow. “I doubt they will be much help. After all I’m not even sure what this first question means. Is it some sort of riddle?”
Marinette laughed and pulled him deeper into the wing. “Sabrina and your class representative, no you call it president, made this to encourage us to ask questions about each other,” she explained, “‘The scroll that awoke the Pharaoh, and revealed the secret of the Bug,’ is a reference to the akuma Pharaoh. He was a researcher here at the Louver whose theory on resurrection magic was dismissed, so he was akumatized in order to prove it worked. He tried to sacrifice Alya to the god Ra.”
Damian squashed a quip about how that would not have been the worst thing, instead settling on the more pressing question, “And the secret of the Bug?”
Marinette stopped in front of an old papyrus scroll, her smile fond and almost nostalgic as she looked at it. She pointed at the image of a woman with a yoyo in a spotted robe fighting the Pharaoh. “It was during this fight that it was revealed that Ladybug was over five thousand years old.”
Damian nodded as he looked at the scroll with consideration. “I thought the SpotsOn blog said that the title of Ladybug was a mantle passed down.”
“It is,” Marinette said as she scribbled on her work sheet. “But it was this scroll that set the question in motion. Since then scholars have been scouring the artifacts looking for people who could have a Miraculous Holder.”
“So why is it on our work sheet?” Damian asked.
And Marinette once more smiled as if at a fond memory. “I was with Alya when she found this. I got turned into one of the hundred mummies meant to aid in the sacrifice. Believe it or not we were actually good friends back then.”
Damian opened his mouth to say something, but Marinette clapped her hands and spun towards him with a smile. “Alright, the first one was for Paris, the second one should be for Gotham. Alix and Kathryn, have a good head start, but if we run, and take a few short cuts I know, then we should be able to catch up and beat them!”
Damian stifled a grin with a smirk. Her competitive spirit was infectious, and it pulled at his own instincts to push them to victory. And he was so tempted to give into it. He was the Son of the Bat after all, there was no way they could lose. But Grayson was always warning him that he overdid it, so he fought the urge to string trip wire everywhere and looked down at his sheet. His smirk turning devilish. “Are there any bat artifacts in the Chinese Wing?”
Marinette nodded briskly, “Tang Dynasty, this way!” And with that she had grabbed his hand and was once again pulling him through the Louvre at a devastating pace. And as the game went on, Damian stopped denying the genuine and bright smile that was slowly growing on his lips. But even as he gave into his more competitive instincts, he noticed a few interesting details about the Parisians.
For example, the Museum had obviously prepared for them, because they had roped off designated running lanes so the students could go wild without breaking anything or disrupting the other guests. And as they zoomed past, while the tourists stared in shock, the employees and locals laughed and cheered them on. It was strange considering that in Gotham they would have had security called on them ages ago.
Another thing was that all the Parisians were strangely athletic. Even the ones who should have been out of breath at the first sprint, vaulted and laughed as if it was nothing. At the pace he and Marinette were keeping, he expected that she would have to slow down after the first three questions. Instead, she only seemed to gain speed as she pulled him after her in a rush of adrenaline. And she never slowed down. Even when her classmate, the tall Chinese one, barreled toward them with his partner on his back, Marinette never slowed. She just pulled Damian down so that they slid down the slick floor, as the boy vaulted over them with ease.
Leaping to her feet, Marinette continued to pull Damian along even as her peer shouted, “I’m going to get you Mari!”
“In you dreams Kim!” she shouted. She beamed with pure joy, and Damian felt his own adrenaline muddling his senses, because he found himself mirroring her.
“What was that?” He demanded when they reached the Enlightenment Room.
“Hm?” Marinette said even as she searched the artifacts, “Oh, have you ever played the floor is lava?”
Damian grimaced against the memory. Grayson had thought it was a good idea to yell that phrase in the middle of Titan’s Tower, resulting in Jon scooping him up and hovering over the floor. Everyone had laughed as Damian thrashed like a kitten in the bath. It was one of his more embarrassing memories. “Once or twice,” he said through gritted teeth.
“Have you ever played it with real lava?”
Damian cocked his head at the question then nodded his head in understanding, “Lava Boy, he was a level 10 right?”
“You read the list,” Marinette said with a smug smile.
“Tt,” Damian said has he scanned for their opponents. “Of course, I did, I’m not an imbecile.  But what does this have to do with the fact that your entire class seems to be experts in parkour?”
“Not the entire class,” Marinette mused as she jotted down the answer. “Just those who know to pay attention in gym. Parkour became a curriculum requirement after Lava Boy. Every Parisian school teaches it as apart of our Physical Education. Or as we like to call it, ‘Running from Akumas 101.’”
Damian nodded his understanding. It was smart. It made him wonder why Gotham schools didn’t teach self-defense. But then again, maybe they did. He never really paid attention in class. But he had no time to ponder, because Marinette was grabbing his hand again and pulling him to the next artifact.
They ran into Alix and Kathryn twice, and saw that they were catching up, as the pair debated if they should be going towards Modern Art, or Ancient Greece. Which was when Damian noticed something else about Marinette, she was smart. When she had competed with him in languages, he had known that she had intelligence. But now she barely had too look at the clues to know the item they were talking about. And they really were some of the strangest clues, for example, “This Queen’s spear is lauded as Luck’s greatest hand.”
“That could be anything!” Damian exclaimed.      
“Queen Hippolyta’s spear was donated by Wonder Woman back in 1983, as a gift to her adopted city,” Marinette stated and then dashed off.
“Wait how did you know that?” Damian cried as he chased her.
“Hippolyta was the first named Ladybug, although technically she was the second holder. The first was the Oracle of Khepri, although her name was lost to time. We saw her scroll like ten minutes ago.”
Damian just shook his head and followed her without question. And that was another strange thing that he noticed. He didn’t mind following this girl around. Under normal circumstances, he would have demanded the lead. But Marinette just pulled him along as if her leadership was the most natural thing in the world. And as of yet, Damian could not begrudge her for it. And so it was in less time than he thought possible, they were racing back to the teachers with Alix and Kathryn hot on their heels and gaining. Then Marinette pulled out a bag of marbles and scattered them on the floor.
“Hey!” Alix yelled as the two girls were forced to slow down, “That’s cheating!”
“No rule against it!” Marinette shouted back as Damian laughed.
Mlle. Mendeleiev was pinching her nose as the pair skidded to a stop in front of her and handed her their completed work sheets. “I hope,” she said in her stern voice, “That the two of you got to talk at least once during that…escapade?”
“Yes Mlle. Mendeleiev,” Marinette said with her signature bright smile growing even as Damian sunk back into his signature scowl.
“Oh, and what did you learn about each other,” Bustier said with her signature plastered smile and too sweet voice.
“That Damian knows a lot about bats but not a lot about bugs.”
Damian couldn’t help the amused snort, even as the teachers rolled their eyes and took their sheets. But it was one of the Gotham teachers, Miss. Faustus who said, “You finished three hours early. Why don’t you two go back through the museum slower this time? Or perhaps spend time at the museum’s café?”
The two nodded their assent and then waited for Alix and Kathryn to turn in their sheet. “Well,” Marinette said, beaming so brightly, Damian was sure he was going to go blind. “We won!”
“You cheated!” Alix cried in mock annoyance as she skated up to them.
“Tt,” Damian said, “You were the ones with a head start, not to mention you were on skates. If anything, you were the ones that cheated, and yet we still were victorious. I do not know if that proves the depths of your ineptitude or the height of our excellence, but either way, you cannot argue with the results.”
Kathryn face palmed, as Alix stared at him in shock. Suddenly Damian was very aware that offending the wrong person in this city could result in a villain chasing him down. But he refused to back down as he tilted his chin to the girl, daring her to question him. Instead, Alix just turned to Marinette who seemed completely unfazed by his attitude.
At her friend’s questioning look, Marinette smiled gently. “Imagine if Kagami and Chloe were one person, and male. That’s him,” she said jutting her thumb at Damian. He furrowed his brow at the comparison, but faced Alix undaunted all the same.
She however just said “Oh,” as if that made perfect sense and then studied him more critically. Then her face split into the widest, most mischievous grin, Damian had ever seen (and he lived with Jason). A little nervous he took a step back even as Alix leaned forward and said, “We kill Lila!”
“Alix, no!” Marinette cried.
“Alix, yes!” Alix cried grabbing Damian’s shoulders before he could even begin to process what was happening as she said in a hissing voice, “Come! We have murder to plan!”
“No murder!” Marinette cried, even as Damian threw her hands off of him.
“First,” he said coldly, “Never touch me again. Second, I assume you have a strategy?”
Alix cackled and led him to the café even as Marinette screamed in frustration.
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“So,” Kathryn said once they were all seated at the Museum’s outdoor café, “Who is this Lila and why are we trying to kill her?”
Damian remained silent as he watched the Parisians. They had only ordered drinks, because apparently the best bakery in Paris was catering their “Getting to Know You Party” later. So he sipped his as he watched Marinette tense, and Alix huff in frustration. It seemed, that now her adrenaline from the game was spent, the roller blading menace was ready to be serious. But it was Marinette who began the story.
“Lila,” she said simply, “Is a compulsive liar in our class. The only way to ensure that she didn’t akumatize anyone from Gotham was to pair her with the worst French speaker in your class, because she doesn’t know a lick of English no matter what she might claim.”
“When she first came here,” Alix said anger dripping from her every word, “She would tell all of these crazy stories about the places she’s been, and the celebrities she’s met. Of course, none of us actually believed her. We actually personally know a lot of the celebrities she likes to name drop so we always knew she was lying. We thought it was just some sort of game she liked to play, so we entertained her. It wasn’t doing any harm.”
“I never liked the game,” Marinette said as she stirred her coffee. “So I asked her to stop, and she threatened me. It was the only time she’s ever been completely honest.”
Alix took a deep calming breath, an action which Damian was quickly learning to associate with deep negative emotions from the Parisians. “That’s when her lies became a little less obvious,” she said, “She started sneaking subtler lies in with her obvious ones, slowly turning the class against Marinette. Started framing her for stealing, cheating, and bullying. Things like that.”
“She almost got me expelled,” Marinette said into her cup. And Damian couldn’t stop the shock from spreading across his face.
“Are you saying that your teachers believed her?” Damian demanded. He had only known this girl for an hour and a half, but already he felt that her being anything other than a model student was just preposterous.
But Marinette didn’t seem to register his outrage as she just shrugged and said, “The principle is more worried about funding and press than justice,” she said, “And I don’t know if you’ve noticed this, but Mlle. Bustier is a bit naive. Mlle. Mendeleiev is great, and she doesn’t let Lila get away with anything. But Mlle. Bustier…”
“That woman needs her license revoked,” Alix said in a huff, “And she probably would have by now if it wasn’t for Hawkmoth.”
“So?” Kathryn said leaning forward, “What happened?”
“Adrien,” Marinette said with a sigh of exhaustion, “Another classmate. Apparently, he talked to her, made a deal with her to back off. He told me about it as if it was this grand gesture on his part. But basically, it boils down to, he lets her do whatever she wants as long as she doesn’t directly target me.” Marinette rolled her eyes, “His heart's in the right place, but his arrows don’t always hit their marks if you know what I mean.” The Gothamites nodded and then gestured for the girls to continue.
“So anyway,” Alix said, “Later, Lila comes forward and admits that she lied. Claims she has a mental disorder that forces her to lie. Only, that night Marinette goes home and does a crap-ton of research on mental illnesses and lying and guess what?”
“There’s no such thing,” Damian said with a sneer.
Marinette just shook her head, “Compulsive lying is a symptom of many different illnesses, mainly OCD and psychopathy. But neither force the individual to lie. The person is always conscious of what they are doing, and can chose differently given that they are actively working towards their mental health.”
“And when Marinette presented her research,” Alix said, “The class basically split in two. The enablers who think the best way to help Lila is to humor her. And the intelligent people, who are just sick and tired of her crap.”
“Me, Chloe, Sabrina, Alix, and Juleka are the most outspoken members of the Intelligent,” Marinette explained. “Alya, Rose, and Mylene are the most outspoken of the Enablers. Everyone else falls on a sliding scale in between. But of course, none of this would even be a problem it is wasn’t for Hawkmoth.”
“Yeah,” Alix said sipping her coffee, “Hawkmoth has everybody thrown out of whack. I mean how do you in good conscious call someone out for being an idiot, when they’re enough of an idiot to let that akumatize them.”
“Next thing you know,” Marinette said, “You're running through the city with a horribly dressed flying fox demon on your tail.”
Both girls groaned and sipped their drinks, as Damian exchanged a look with Kathryn. Finally, Damian asked the question that had been plaguing him since the moment he had heard the name Hawkmoth, “What about the Justice League? Why hasn’t anyone called them in?”
“Screw the League,” a harsh voice called out, and the party turned to see Chloe and Sabrina with Alice and Will following behind.
“Chloe,” Marinette said instantly brighter, “You’re done early. I thought you would be dragging your feet in there.”
“Chloe helped me make the scavenger hunt so she can’t participate,” Sabrina said sliding into the chair beside Marinette. “So, we decided to do a walking tour with our partners instead.”
Everyone then introduced themselves, with Damian being introduced to Chloe last. They stared at each other with narrowed eyes before huffing simultaneously and sipping their drinks. The rest of the group giggled at that before Alice said, “What do you mean, ‘screw the League?’ I know some of them are blowhards, but they do have some powerful magic users. They can help.”
Chloe sniffed derisively, but the rest of the Parisians became somber. They looked to Chloe almost as if asking for her permission before she nodded. Then Marinette cleared her throat and said,
“It was three years ago, at the beginning of this…mess. At first all of the akumas were level 1-4s. Powerful and scary but not dangerous. No casualties, and they always had limited goals. It was very rare for them to effect more than ten people. Then…then we got our first level eight, Dark Cupid.”
“I saw him in my research,” Damian said stiffly, “I couldn’t understand why he was put so high, all of the other level eights had a death count in the high thousands, but his wasn’t even in the high hundreds.”
Sabrina nodded emphatically, her face contorted with pain, “Yes. The akumas are categorized by the damage they do. Which means that the higher akumas are rated by their death count. 5 is 1-1,000. 6 is 1,000-10,000. 7 is 10,000-1 million. 8 is 1 million-10 million. 9 is 10 million to 1 billion. and 10 is anything high than a billion.”
“But there are other kinds of damage that rank just as high as death,” Marinette said as she reached over to grip Chloe’s hand which was starting to shake. “When those akumas happen on a wide scale, they are usually ranked higher.”
“And Dark Cupid was one of those?” Kathryn asked.
“I read about him too,” Alice said leaning forward. “There weren’t any fight videos of him on the blog, but it said that he made people feel the opposite of their true emotions. What does that even mean?”
The girls took a deep breath and looked to Chloe again. She just nodded as she stared numbly into her coffee. It was Alix who spoke, “Dark Cupid was a boy whose Valentine humiliated him. So he made people feel the opposite of their true emotions. Love turned to hate. Hate turned to love.”
“I don’t see the problem,” Damian said, his brow furrowed in confusion.
“Oh!” Will cried, horror etched over his face. “Oh, that…that’s awful!”
“What?” Kathryn demanded.
Marinette sighed and looked them in the eyes. There was something hard and cold in her gaze, and it seeped into her voice as she said, “Imagine the person you love the most. The person you trust the most, parent, sibling, partner, spouse, being struck with a black arrow and then turning against you. They are consumed with a burning obsessive hatred for you and everything else they love. What do you think would happen?”
Damian paled at the thought. He could imagine it. He didn’t want to, but he could see it happening. His family sitting down to dinner, suddenly struck from behind…and then turning on him. It was a horrible image and he wanted to forget he ever saw it, but Marinette was not done.
“Now, imagine the person you hate. You’re worst enemy, and the same thing happens to them. Except now, with love. Or perhaps more accurately…lust. You’re enemy filled with an obsessive drive to ‘love’ you, just as your loved ones are filled with an obsessive drive to hate you. What do you think happens then?”
Damian was suddenly very glad that he had not eaten anything, because he was going to throw up. The images that Marinette was painting for them. They were horrible. They were gruesome, and disgusting on so many levels. And…and they had lived through that. He looked up and saw it. All four of these girls had faced that. Spouses turning on their partners. Parents turning on their children. Friends turning on their friends. All on a day when they were supposed to be celebrating their love and trust. And then to add their enemies into the mix…
“Only 136 dead,” Sabrina said solemnly, “But over three million reports of assault and battery, and over ten thousand reported rapes, and sexual assaults. And those were just the people who came forward.”
“We called the Justice League,” Chloe said as a single tear fell down her quivering jaw. “We broke their website begging for help, once the Miraculous Cure passed through. But they never answered.”
“Three more akumas were created because of that,” Marinette said squeezing Chloe’s hand as Sabrina wrapped her arms around her. “Eventually Ladybug gave a press release saying she got in contact with an International member, but she didn’t say whom. Here,” Marinette pulled up a video on YouTube and showed it to them. “You can watch that later. It basically says that miraculous matters are miraculous matters, and the Justice League will not be coming unless it’s a level 11 akuma.”
“Level 11?” Kathryn squeaked.
“Yeah,” Alix said with an amused huff, “Otherwise known as the ‘How in God’s Name are You Still Alive!’ Protocol.”
“If either Ladybug, or Chat Noir ever lose their Miraculous to Hawkmoth. Then the other is to retreat and go into hiding, while every citizen still alive in Paris spams the Justice Leagues number until someone shows up,” Marinette said with a small smile. “It hasn’t happened yet, but we’ll be prepared if it does.”
“Were you?” Alice looked at the shaking Chloe, her voice hesitant and soft. “I’m sorry but you told me that you used to have a lot of enemies. So…were you…um…”
Chloe sniffed and straightened, she was as rigid as a bored, but her chin was up and her jaw was set. Her eyes had not lost their fire as she scoffed and said, “Kwami no, no one touched me during Dark Cupid. I was the bitch who caused the whole thing.”
The Gothamites blinked. “What?” Damian demanded.
“You heard me,” Chloe said firmly squeezing Marinette’s hand. “Dark Cupid. The most emotionally scaring akuma aside from Sand Boy. I caused him. I was the dumb bitch who humiliated the boy and made Valentines day banned in Paris! It was my fault.”
“Chloe—” Sabrina began, but the heiress silenced her by leaning forward and growling,
“I caused more akumas, and suffering in this city, then Joker has probably done in a year. Everyday I wake up knowing that I am probably the most despicable being on the planet. But you know what? Everyday I wake up and decide to change that. It will never be enough. I will never undo the damage I did to Paris. But damn it, I’m trying! And I’m not alone.
“This is Paris. If you haven’t been an akuma, you’ve caused one, and no one is immune. Not even angels who are too good for this world like, Sabrina and Marinette heaven help them! So everyday we wake up knowing that we are villains! But every day we wake up and we swear we are going to do better. We make amends and we try. We’re all monsters, but we all have one enemy, and that’s the idiot who thinks he can put chains on monsters and not get bit!”
Chloe was seething now. Her teeth bared. Her eye wide. But she was still in control, and she stared them all down with the deadly force of a lioness. It quelled any arguments, pinning the Gothamites to there seats. As she roughly wiped the tears from her eyes, she declared,
“So yeah, screw the Justice League. As far as I’m concerned, they can all go and suck it! This is Paris, and we clean up our own messes. Besides even if they did show up, there’s nothing they can do. Ladybug is right, this is a Miraculous problem to be solved by Miraculous Holders.”
“Besides,” Sabrina said in a far gentler tone, “Do any of you really want to see and akumatized Superman? Or Batman?”
Everyone shivered at the thought, even Damian. He then drew in on himself as he thought about everything they had said. Lila. Hawkmoth. Dark Cupid. Chloe. The Justice League. Not all of his questions were answered, not by a long shot. But then he remembered the scavenger hunt. The pure joy radiating off of the Paris Class as they ran through the Museum. The genuine laughter of the employees at seeing their antics. The bright smiles of the civilians as they walked with their heads held high down the streets. They had been through hell, like Gotham never had. But where Gothamites scurried and scowled they…smiled.
Even now as he looked up to study the four girls before them, they were smiling. Bright, genuine, pure smiles. They laughed as they pulled the Gothamites out of their horror. They cheered as more of their friends joined them from within the museum. It was strange. It was confounding, confusing, and impossible for Damian to comprehend. It was…miraculous.
And so Damian whispered to himself in his heart, "I swear on mantle as Robin, and on my title as the Son of the Bat, and the Demon's Heir, I will do everything in my power to defeat Hawkmoth."
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rustedhearts · 1 year
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boxer!steve recap
for those of you who may be new to the world of boxer!steve and his librarian girlfriend, here's all you need to know:
♡ Boxer!Steve was originally introduced on my main blog, until I went manic and deleted everything. Though I won't write at the same pace or frequency as I used to, you can expect more of him. What was once a chronological series, will now become a sporadic bunch of fics.
♡ Steve "The King of the Ring" Harrington is a famous middle-weight boxing champion. His rise to fame came at the end of the 80s and lasted well into the 90s.
♡ "Libby" is a shortened variation of "librarian," and is used to refer to Steve's girlfriend (aka you, the reader) who was a librarian in Hawkins, before joining Steve as he toured the world and beat the shit out of people. I never use any specific physical descriptors other than occasional clothing, and sometimes she wears glasses.
♡ Steve has a major anger issue. And a lot of other issues (mommy/daddy issues from childhood neglect and abuse...jealousy issues...insecurity...the whole 9).
♡ Their relationship is toxic. They're going to say/do some pretty awful shit. But they love each other, and no matter what, they will stay together. Sorry, I make the rules in this holler, and that's what's gonna happen.
♡ The fics will eventually be in chronological order, but I’m not writing them that way. I’m writing them as the ideas come to me instead of keeping myself boxed into a timeline.
I hope you enjoy my little universe, and don't forget: if you don't like it, don't read it!
Please also remember this is just for fun, so don't take shit seriously. For everyone's sake.
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cloverdaisies · 10 months
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SNAP OUT OF IT : ERIC SOHN
contains: slight mature themes e.g drug misuse, strong language, that’s about it
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Radio announcer: “Let’s talk about alternative rock band the boyz, their lead singer Juyeon Lee announced their world tour over instagram this morning! How exciting! Their drummer Sunwoo Kim, actually commented on the post the singer wrote saying he wasn’t meant to announce the tour yet.”
Radio announcer 2: “That’s class actually, they’ve taken the UK by storm in recent months I actually saw a girl at a recent fan event for them in Manchester with ‘Eric Sohn sign my tits’ written on her forehead. I was gobsmacked.”
Radio announcer 1: “Honestly the ladies and men out there can’t get enough of them, here’s their newest track ‘Snap out of it’ here on Radio Z”
ERIC POV:
Blacking out, my hands clumsily falling against the strings of the guitar in my hands. The stage was a sickly blur, as it always was. Spinning at a head thrashing speed, the only thing I could decipher was Juyeon slurring into the mic.
"This ones for all those angels up there.. " He giggled the last part with a smirk, hanging on to the mic and leaning into it lowly. Whilst I slammed down onto the strings of my guitar, the intro faded out as the song started.
Chaotic screams and a huge ruckus erupted from the crowd, the tranquil verses bursting into the manic chorus. If I wasn't so high, I probably could of remembered the set we played that night. The destructive sea of fans bashing their heads into the air and throwing up their arms in uncontrolled moshing.
"I want to grab both your shoulders and shake baby-.." Juyeon paused as the music halted momentarily.
"Snap out of it..."  I finished his sentence with my own mic. Swinging along to riff, the ascending chords fitting together perfectly to the pitch Juyeon sang over it in. I smirked as we got to the last chorus, my fingers bleeding as they were split open from grazing the strings at an insane pace for the entire concert.
"It's been a good night, the lovely city of Los Angels. We've been The Boyz. Goodnight!" Juyeon announced from the mic, completely faded but sober enough to be understood. The lights faded into complete darkness, slinging my guitar over my head and handing it to the staff on the sidelines.
"Well done." Hyunjae, our bass player, limped over planting a kiss on my head unknowingly. I shrugged the intoxicated elder off of me, downing the open neck of beer on the side drawers.
"I'm gonna fucking pass out." Sunwoo threw his drumsticks on to the coffee table and plummeted on to the leather couch behind him with a lazy slap.
Lighting one up between my lips, no matter how much I drank, my mouth was completely dry - my tongue feeling trapped between the two walls of a paper-like texture. Exhaling the smoke into the closed room and tipping the excess off my ring finger tiredly. I leant back into the couch, Sunwoo's legs kicked up over my lap.
"Eric, the manager wants you." Juyeon walked into the backstage area last, sweat leaking from the strands of his hair as he collapsed on the couch beside Sunwoo.
"What for?" I huffed, crushing the cigarette into the ash tray and getting up to my feet lazily.
"I'd tell you if I knew." He snapped, rolling my eyes I slapped him with the back of my hand as I walked by.
Grasping the coolness of the silver plated handle with my bleeding finger tips. I swung open the door to the staff's room in the venue, coughing as I entered and announcing my presence.
"What?" I asked bluntly, falling on to the couch opposite the manger - sitting with his arms folded arrogantly, cocking brow at my snappy attitude.
"I wanted to speak to you about your image." He began, causing me to roll my eyes with snicker and flash a glint of my sharp teeth that grazed the chapped skin on my lips.
"What about it?" I chuckled, waiting for an outrageous proposal from the middle aged and balding man tutting his head across from me.
"You're in a rock band, not a bubblegum pop group, you're too nice. You need a scandal, you need to be hated by the wrong people. Destroy that glint of hope in the mainstream media's eye. Show them you're like the rest of your group, heartless, conniving, toxic, but have the girls love you." He vented, his mouth bubbling in an excited hiss, closing his fist in exaggeration as his eyes drifted into that one thousand mile stare of his.
"That's not the real me though." I argued artistically, playing off the idea with a shrug.
"Nothing in Hollywood is real kid. Unless you want your career ending, I'd do what I say." He smirked evilly, my hands trembled on my knees as a chewed on the nail of my index finger - whether that was nerves or the drug rush I didn't know myself.
"Whatever." I spat in defeat, getting up from the couch in an aggressive strop.
"Good kid." He sneered, leaning back into the patent leather with an demonic stare glued into his blackened eyes.
Outside the door, Sunwoo seemed to of heard the entire ordeal as he stood against the wall with a lit cigarette between his lips.
"I hate our management, why do we even do this?" I slammed my fist into the wall beside me with a sharp bang. Sunwoo seemingly unfazed by it, walked up to me with a casual stroll and patted my shoulder sweetly.
"You're the only one that has complaints." He smirked as I brushed him off in annoyance.
"Yeah that's because I'm not like the rest of you, none of your care about anyone but yourselves." I spat nastily at this point, not caring too much about what I was saying to the wavy haired brunette next to me.
"We do care, but it's because we want the best for all of us. The best thing for you, is to listen to management. They'll ruin your life and all of ours if you don't." He replied with tolerance, stepping back to give me some space since I was clearly worked up about the situation.
"Sounds like you only care because it affects you." I chuckled bitterly, brushing past him and back down the hallway.
"Eric you're being-" He yelled after me, throwing his hands up in the air exaggeratedly.
"Fuck off." I cut him off before he could claim I was being 'childish' or 'immature' - in realty I knew I was the only one with any emotional intelligence, not that it would change.
The moonlight shone on to the rooftops in the city, walking out of the building with my hood over my head. We were playing in our hometown that night anyways, the others would only assume I went home early. The wind blew harshly, the bottom of my leather ankle boots hitting the pavements in loud echos.
"Do you think they'll leave through this exit?"
"I don't know I think Juyeon's more of a 'through the fire door' type of guy."
My ears perked up to the sound of a few girls whispering amongst each other beside me. They were clearly fans, their baggy fan merchandise tucked into their black skinny jeans.
"Excuse me, sir." One began to approach me, with that I sped up - almost picking up into a light jog down the street. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
"Sir?!" They didn't move but stayed in the same place as I ran away. I didn't intend to run as far as I did, wandering far into the high street where the store fronts lit up in glistening neons and fluorescent whites that flickered on and off in malfunctioning glitches.
Where even am I? I looked around as best as I could without spoiling my low profile. I continued to walk, to try and find some familiarity in the area. But it was filled with nameless bars, small pawn shops and taxi services. The nightlife was wild, however I couldn't risk asking someone for directions without the risk of them recognizing who I was. It was slightly quieter when I reached the end of the street, sighing to myself I took my hood down and proceeded.
"Come on just let me take you home princess."
"Fuck off, No."
"I'll take real good care of you."
"Leave me alon- GET OFF OF ME."
Overhearing a conversation to my left, I whipped my head around to see a girl in a short black ruffle dress being tugged by a larger male on the sidewalk. Crossing the street, I yelled over quickly.
"Oh there you are! I've been looking for you!" I shouted, approaching the unknown girl closeby. "Who's this?" I pointed to the man holding her arm, with a strange look.
"I don't k-" She replied with great alarm before being cut off by the large man next to her.
"We're old friends, she's letting me take her home." The man spoke for her, still trying to force her into his car.
"Well I'm her boyfriend, so I think I would know who you were. Now please get off of her." I brought her waist close, the man dropping her arm with a defeated huff and sliding back into his car. The car sped off down the street, the engine firing in a high pitched squeal.
"Thank you- thank you so much." She huffed out in relief, bracing her knees in a release of fear.
"No problem at all, are you okay?" I pulled her up from her trembling hunch and supported her upright.
"Yeah I'm fine, seriously thank you for doing that, god knows what could of happened." She replied brushing off the gesture in curtesy.
"Do you wanna grab a drink or something? Can you get home safely?" I asked, watching her eyes glint in the night light. She glanced over to a nearby convenience store, the ones with the small metal tables outside.
"Sure. I guess I wanna know more about you." She smiled, I returned the small curl on my lips and leisurely followed her across the street.
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hi clo here ! let me know if you want to see more snippets like this from possible plots of mine!
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norel-ravenclaw · 9 months
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Belle Accidentally Makes A Harem~
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Fandom: Ikemen Prince (otome game)
Featured characters: Original 10
Genre: Poly Romance? Semi crack
Rating: 14+ suggestive references
Word count: 2100
Description: Belle (gender neutral) accidentally falls in love with all of the princes - and they each fall for Belle.
WARNINGS: | poly relationship | depression | neurodivergence | gender neutral reader |
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They really didn't mean to.
One day they were working in a bookshop, and the next, an attractive asshole had a sword to their throat. Then they were kidnapped by another shady, attractive man. This belle may have trembled a bit, but not really out of fear. And then... well, one thing led to another.
First, it was Rio Ortiz.
You know the story - a kind rescue, teaching a lost soul to love life and to love people. This stranger with their books and kind words, sweet smiles, earnest efforts.
How could he not come to love such a transparent and golden heart? The first person to not want anything from him.
He wouldn't give them up for the world.
Next, it was Prince Leon.
After the incident at the festival, and then the unexpected trauma of being dragged into the dangerous and stressful world of grueling lessons and politics, the fourth Prince insisted on taking Belle out to help them relax. To make them smile again. And oh, did it work. Belle danced and drank and sang, and then ranted a bit. And damn if it wasn't the most adorable and... surprisingly wise bit of rambling he'd ever heard. Huh, Belle had more to them than he ever would have guessed at a glance.
And so by the end of the night, both a little bit tipsy, (pretending maybe to be a bit more drunk than they really were...) they shared a quick kiss before going to bed. A harmless thing; just a little kiss after a great date...
Until there was another. And then another. More blushes, more laughter, more teasing. More wise words and accepting expressions of support. Honesty, openness, hope for the future and love for the people. Ideas bled into what neither could deny they wanted to be plans. Until Leon could imagine no more perfect person by their side, holding his hand, his heart, his future, his hope. Him.
Next, it was Prince Clavis.
He attempted to kidnap Belle for a tour of the palace, and of course an introduction to the Leluchian Trap Series (tm). But, much to the lavender menace's shock and delight, Belle pickpocketed a vial from (one of his many) belts/pockets(?). A bit of sleight of hand and it was gone, with the promise that it would be returned the next morning on the condition that the Prince of Chaos would allow the poor little Belle to properly adapt to this extreme situation (take pity on their anxiety, you brute). And, being a gentleman, he couldn't refuse such an earnest plea.
But it wasn't until a couple weeks had passed that the panther was well and truly caught in their trap. This Belle proved to have a delightfully manic mind that produced the most amusing things. They shocked the whole palace with their easy avoidance of every trap. (Even shocking Chevalier, who watched as they purposely tripped a wire and caught the falling vial in their jacket before it could shatter and release its contents.)
They were a delight when drunk... until they weren't. Too honest. Cutting too deeply. Clavis had never felt so vulnerable, so enraged, so exposed. Every nerve alight with pain when exposed to the air - to the eyes of the perceptive Belle. Who then promptly began sobbing. Every instinct fought inside him as he knew they needed to get back to the palace safely, and... what's this? "I love you Clavis, stop treating yourself and everyone else so badly. Stop hurting yourself by pushing everyone away and hurting them too." His hand caressed their head as they sniffed and sniffed. Until he was sniffing too. Yep, time for a sleeping potion. He slung them over his shoulder and made his way back to the palace, cursing their honesty and feeling his heart tear at the thought of never having another fun conversation with them...
No, he couldn't let them go now. If Belle loved him, he would be sure to let them love him as much as their heart could stand...
Next, it was Prince Jin.
Clavis had said something about Belle defining being a lady/gentleman/gentleperson much the same way he defined being a gentleman. Jin soon found out what his brother had meant by that. Belle was not shy about what they wanted, about their sensuality. Their confidence and easy nature made them more and more attractive to him. Watching them eat, dance, laugh... Belle made him happy. He wanted to drink less because talking to them first thing before their lessons with Sariel had become his favourite part of the morning.
So when Belle bumped into him early one evening, their cheeks flushed, their fists clenched tight... He was ready and willing to help them... relive their tension~ (He was so willing, he helped relieve them of their voice come morning. Whoops.) They were so adorable, so sexy, so honest about their desires, Jin was tempted to break his rule of only once.
With every day that passed, that temptation grew and grew. As did his affection. Until he couldn't stand it anymore. Maybe just one more night would let him be done with this...
Next, it was Lord Sariel.
Everyone was singing Belle's praises. Even the ministers wouldn't shut up about them. How hard working, how kind, how thoughtful, fashionable, creative, sweet, fun, strong, admirable, wise.
His student was always earnest in their studies. Always fighting their fatigue to listen to his lectures. Diligently taking and organizing notes, pushing to read every book. All of this led him to favour his good little student.
But adding how adorable they were when he teased them, their fierce blush when they dared to teased him back~ He wanted to tease them more and more. Every time they looked tired, overwhelmed, depressed, discouraged, his desire to sweep them into his arms and turn their sighs and tiny groans of frustration into... something else. And so, bold Belle that they were, he decided to try with them.
Next thing he knew, he had a new submissive under his control. So obedient, so fearful and lusty and adorable... He broke every rule and took them to his bed. None of the ministers would dare steal so much of his pet's time now. His precious student that he was ever so proud of~ (Doing so good to keep reading while he... ahem.)
Next, was Prince Luke.
Belle had approached him early on, in the gardens, looking so overwhelmed. He pushed gently to know what they wanted, and finally they admitted that they selfishly wanted him to come to lessons with them... so they wouldn't have to do it all alone. Fail alone... They looked so small and helpless in that moment, the big bear agreed to hang out with them now and then.
Soon now and then became all the time. They seemed so happy when he got along with his brothers, when he helped them with their assignments and organizing notes. They were so happy to try honey recipes with him and sneak off to the gardens and abandoned guest rooms for naps and cuddles.
Soon cuddle sessions began in the evenings too, then... then a bath together. Then... He found himself wanting to protect them, their smile. They were so hopeful for the future, so full of good ideas and passion.
Maybe, just maybe, there was another way... A way that would let him stay with them and protect them forever.
Next, it was Prince Chevalier.
He was stunned into silence the first time Belle approached him. Demanding an audience. Demanding to know if he intended to honour the Belle system or seize the throne anyway. They didn't flinch meeting his eye. They... raised a brow when his sword again touched their throat? They... promised to be efficient in handling the questioning process, pointing out that only he himself could answer most of the necessary questions. ...And so he allowed them.
Each time they came with questions - in depth, well thought out - topics of humanity and morality arose. And Belle, looking far too young to have such certain opinions, stated philosophy like fact. Goodness - happiness - is the meaning of life. Therefore, the one rule of humanity is to never unnecessarily take away from the happiness and well-being of others. Love is the choices and sacrifices made for one's happiness and wellbeing.
...
Just like that, a single sentence, and a room full of books on the subject suddenly became unnecessary. Gathered so long to the point of distraction, and this stranger, this peasant off the street - they touched his neglected soul. And his mind? "Well of course it makes sense that you're like this. You seem to be lacking oxytocin, which causes... and... subsequently... Just like me."
...Oh. So that's why this Belle is so analytical. That's why they lack fear. That's why we get along. That's why... He's looking for them constantly, he's awaiting their next audience, he's wondering what they thought of the book he lent them. ...He's falling. Hard. Someone so practical and earnest, so honest and deeply compassionate, so strong and resilient, splendiferously passionate. Everything he isn't, everything he needs, everything he never knew he wanted. ...How foolish.
Next, was Prince Licht.
They had instantly recognized the shadows in each other's eyes. When you seem them every day, it becomes easier to spot in others. Belle turned up the sunshine, and Licht tried to avoid them. He didn't want to hurt them...
And Belle was desperate not to hurt him. But finally, they dared to offer - they understood the nature of such darkness. They could listen, or just keep silent company, or even tell them about the mind and trauma and what might help. So desperate to make it better somehow. And... it worked. Just a little bit. But when you're at the bottom of the abyss, a little bit closer to the light is never just a little thing.
And soon, everyone noticed his comments weren't quite as dire, his expression would soften more. Yves cried when he smiled and laughed at one of Belle's jokes. So did Nokto, behind closed doors. Miracle worker, angel - fallen or not.
Licht would join them in the gardens, for tea, for dancing practice, for a night in town, for a midnight mental health comfort session after nightmares. Once, he found them curled up in the garden with Luke, looking so small and distressed, he joined them, holding Belle close until the tears stopped.
He couldn't ever let them go now.
Next, was Prince Yves.
The capricious cat took a while to come around to the whole idea. A commoner? Sent to judge him? This was a nightmare. Everyone hated the half-blood prince from Obsidian.
But oh how quickly they turned his days into a dream.
They baked with him in the kitchen, helped him sew new clothes, took tea together nearly every day.
They were able to reach Licht, his beloved little brother. And that, more than anything, allowed him to open his heart to them. This commoner saw him, in spite of it all - his heritage, his tsundere nature, his position, his money. He was seen, and he was appreciated, trusted, liked.
He was terrified by how hard he fell for them.
Finally, was Prince Nokto.
Nokto had to be certain this meddlesome person wouldn't hurt his twin. But his investigation led to frustration. ...You know the kind. But more than that, frustration with himself.
This aggravating person saw through every wall, called him out on his maladaptive habits. It was infuriating. But more than that it was just depressing as hell. And yet, they stayed. After calling him out, they stayed and listened. Unlike all the others who came and went in his life, Belle didn't want anything from him. At least, not money or power or sex. They just... wanted him to be okay.
And it was that, finally, that got him to let down a portion of a wall to let them in. They were good for Licht, and they made Clavis more bearable, and even king highness. So, he let them approach more.
By the time he realized that now he was the one approaching Belle, it was too late.
And so, the one called Belle had accidentally won the hearts of the most powerful men in the country.
None of the men would relinquish their treasure... yet seeing the joy Belle had with the others... unexpected and unconventional thoughts crept in.
Until... someone made the suggestion - what if we share?
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slowsweetlove · 3 months
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A new year hopefully brings new material. With MOTA press picking up I think February will provide us with some new stuff.
So my guess is this will be the last from the Elvis press tour for a while. I love Leisels (former Olympic and World Medal swimmer) different interview approach and questions genuine answers. A bit different because the questions were a bit different.
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Sadly some of you are no longer on here or have changed their ID. I'd love to get in touch with your again. 🫶
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angclnumber · 7 days
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𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑪𝑨𝑳𝑳 !
here to say that i want even more sapphic stuff so i want to get some thing going with the muses under the cut ! if you are interested in a starter from any of them then please like this post ! ♡
𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑬𝑺 .
DAWN MENKEN LIAW / director / bi / she + they / chase sui wonders
born in amsterdam and ( mostly ) raised in new york and has the weird accent to prove it, brought up by the world’s grumpiest old man and it shows, mother owns one of europe’s most successful talent agencies, guitarist in all girl punk band called atomic boob as a side gig, painfully pessimistic, a tortured artist trying to make it in the film industry, has an attitude problem tbh, janis ian coded .
HAVEN MAURY LIANG / weather girl / queer / she + they / havana rose liu
local weird girl who will flirtatiously read your palm at a party, has big dreams of joining cirque du soleil as a trapeze artist and is simply forecasting the weather until then, in love with love and everything to do with it while simultaneously being a commitment-phobe, victim of the perfect little rich girl to quietly disowned pipeline, the vibe of a drunk girl in a club bathroom, a lil ty lee inspired .
ROMINA ESCOBAR / reality tv star / lesbian / she + her / camila mendes
a part of a family reality show inspired by the kardashians, deeply codependent and therefore painfully loyal to those she deems deserving, more than kind of bratty, vain, and self absorbed, hates men and is loud about it, is probably the last one to figure out her sexuality because doesn't every gal just want to makeout with her bffs sometimes ? mildly inspired by jennifer check .
RUTH RANSOM / actress / bi / she + her / kristine froseth
daughter of a washed up rockstar and his groupie, mommy and daddy issues ( double homicide ), ran away from home at seventeen, energiser bunny adjacent girlie who never shuts up, the world's biggest flirt with the world's biggest commitment issues, stumbled into the world of acting half hungover and still in last night's glittery makeup, manic pixie dream just a girl inspired by penny lane.
SLATER KATZ  / rockstar / lesbian / she + they / ruby cruz
born and raised in australia, replacement child to an incredibly well off couple who wanted to save their marriage , has had a prodigious talent with music from childhood, has daddy issues, mommy issues, and anger issues, painfully obtuse with feelings, does not know how to talk to people, tends to hit first and ask questions later, never has an empty bed, billy dunn and daisy jones coded .
𝑻𝑬𝑺𝑻 𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑬𝑺 .
ELM MOSSBACH  / museum tour guide / queer / she + they / taylor russell
works for a small museum in a small town in the middle of nowhere, generally the kind of place that people stop by for gas on their way to somewhere better, very much suburban gothic inspired in terms of environment . does she work at an oddities museum ? maybe so . longs for adventure but feels stuck, wants to get out of this town .
FELICIA 'FLICK' RELF / actress / bi / she + her / madelyn cline + meghann fahy
was in a mystery inc crew when she was a teenager and is the star of a limited series inspired by their exploits, is seen as a sellout by the other members of that crew but does it really matter if she's famous ? grew up in a motel as the daughter of the deadbeat parents who owned it, swears all the supernatural stuff in their stories is all fake, but was it really ? semi inspired by scooby doo and the x files .
KINSLEY 'KIDNEY' BEAN  / petty thief / bi / she + her / abigail cowen
raised by two parents who had too many kids to truly give a fuck about all of them, the only girl in a hoard full of brothers, has the accent of a southern belle and the charm to match, will use that charm to walk away with your wallet, has never been single for more than a few weeks in her life, responsible for more than a few gas station hold ups, inspired by villains ( 2019 ) and bandits in general .
LORENA FONTBONA  / grad student / queer / she + they / jenna ortega
drenched in dark academia vibes but exclusively the weird ones, family owns a successful board game company that a lot of them are convinced they made a deal with the devil for but ren has their doubts, a legacy in a secret society, game theory student who reluctantly plans to take over the family business, a natural cynic, april ludgate coded and semi inspired by ready or not .
OCTOBER 'TOBI' CRAFT  / f1 racer / lesbian / she + they / margaret qualley
white trash golden retriever, grew up in a trailer park without a lot of prospects so even she's surprised that she got this far, raised by a father that specifically always wanted one of one of his sons to race ( surprise, dad !), got discovered by chance while street racing ( allegedly ) and hasn't looked back since, can't go to a gay bar without running into at least five girls that she's slept with .
RAVEN ZHAO  / gas station attendant / bi / she + they / courtney eaton
final girl of death valley, nevada and no one will let her forget it, born as the child of a obsessive occultist and his lovesick wife and was abandoned by both respectively, spent most of her adolescence living in an abandoned 'cursed' church and ergo was the town's very own social pariah ( and the first scapegoat ) for it, refuses to go to therapy even if the killer ended up being her own mother .
WREN 'OZ' OSWIN  / athlete / lesbian / they + them / brigette lundy paine
raised by a couple of zoologists who named all of their children after animals and dragged them around the world for their work, one of seven kids, grew up homeschooled and therefore chronically online in search of community and it shows, a goober who just happens to be tall and surprisingly athletic, the world's biggest romantic but they try to keep that on the low, in the wnba .
WYATT KILMER  / student / lesbian / she + they / sophie thatcher
was the favourite child of the worst father in the world which sucked but happens to come in very handy in the zombie apocalypse, was taught to hunt under the guise of bonding, lost almost their entire family at the start of the apocalypse but is searching for their little brother, was the first person in their family to go to university but does that matter now ? deeply ( and reluctantly ) protective .
ZIAZAN 'ZI' DERIAN  / mortician / lesbian / she + her / angela sarafyan
grew up working in her family's funeral home and always knew she would inherit it, has a passion for her work that was also inherited, deeply romantic in an only mildly creepy way ( most of the time ), almost always finds herself going for the crazy ones, writes gothic literature under a pseudonym, vaguely inspired by morticia addams and lisa frankenstein .
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