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angelchanisaweeb · 4 months

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Introduction

Hello!

Salutations, friends, travels, and all those present.

I'd like to welcome you. My name is Angel. She/Her, please.

I'm sure we'll find something here that interests you here.

I'll have a bit about me, (most of) my fandoms, and my personas/self inserts and my fandom and non-fandom ocs.

I do roleplay sometimes. Usually only with friends, but if you're fine with doing short and simple stuff I'm sure we can give it a shot! Please keep in mind that I have a life, and a busy one at that. So, I may not have the most time in the world. And if I don't like roleplaying with you and I don't find it fun I will tell you so (politely) and stop replying. Here are my rules. Also, I don't usually censor and am generally okay with darker topics, but please let me know what you have in mind before we start.

I'm just a silly little fae that loves stories and bats. Hope you have fun! Don't be scared so ask me something or start up a conversation!

Here's my Carrd

There's lots (and I mean lots lol) of info after the cut if you're interested^^

A BIT ABOUT ME

Name: Angel Lovelace (online persona, what I've gone by for years)

Gender and Pronouns: Girlflux | She/Her

Sexuality: Omnisexual (or maybe omni-sapphic)

Triggers: None really. Except for people being creepy toward me

Squicks: A specific type of body horror: where you like- get blown up from the inside like a balloon. Idk, I just don't like it.

Favorite animal(s): Cat, bat, snake, fox

Favorite color(s): Purple (2nd is blue, 3rd is black)

Favorite song: (currently) Catch a Falling Star

I listen to all kinds of stuff, so anything I vibe to. Pop music (from all over the world), classic rock, metal music, folk music (from all different places, not just American country music), opera, jazz, electronic, a little rap, you name it.

Fact: I know a little ASL and a little French

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw | [Harry Potter]

Camp Halfblood Cabin: 20 - Hecate | Percy Jackson

Panem District: District 8 | [Hunger Games]

Divergent Faction: Eurdite | [Divergent]

Genshin Element: Anemo | [Genshin Impact]

Nen Type: Manipulation | [Hunter x Hunter]

Bending Element: Air | [ATLA]

Ability: ??? {TBA} | [BSD]

Breathing Form: ??? {TBA} | [KNY]

Blood Demon Art: Illusions | [KNY]

Quirk/Meta Ability: Sensory Override: User can manipulate senses, and sometimes memories | [MHA/BNHA]

Night Raven College Dorm: Ignihyde (or possibly Pomefiore) | [Twisted Wonderland/TWST]

Unique Magic: ??? | [TWST]

Feel free to ask questions!

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FANDOMS

Aaron's Absurd Armada

Alice in Wonderland

Alice in the County of Hearts

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Babblebrook

Black Bulter

Bungou Stray Dogs (not far far in lol)

Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba

Descendants

Diabolik Lovers

Divergent

Ever After High

Five Night at Freddy's

Genshin Impact

Harry Potter

Hazbin Hotel

Helluva Boss

Hunter x Hunter

Julie and the Phantoms

Link Click

Lost

Marvel

Maze Runner

Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir

Monster High

My Hero Academia

Obey Me!: One Master to Rule Them All

Once Upon a Time

Percy Jackson

Pirates of the Caribbean

Seven Wonders

Sk8 the Infinity

Spy Family

Star Wars

Stranger Things

The Coffin of Andy and Leyley

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K.

The New Legend of the Monkey King

The Vampire Diaries

Twilight

Twisted Wonderland

(I'm sure I forgot a lot of them and a lot of fandoms I'm not that far into, so I didn't list them. Stuff like Attack on Titan and Haikyuu!!!. But you ask me if I'm in any of your fandoms! And if I remember anymore, I'll update my list.)

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PERSONAS & SELF INSERTS

HARRY POTTER

Name: Angel Lovelace

Blood status: Pureblood

House: Ravenclaw

Birthday: January 10th, 1979

Is American. Transferred from Ilvermorny to Hogwarts in her second year (the Golden Trio's first year)

PERCY JACKSON

Name: Angel Lovelace

Godly parent: Hecate

Fatal flaw: Cowardice

HUNGER GAMES

Name's the same unless said otherwise, k?

District: 8

Usually not a tribute. Usually the niece (or sister or smth) of a victor.

BALLAD OF SONGBIRDS AND SNAKES

Capitol citizen. A first year at the University and one of Dr. Gall's assistants. Friends with Tigress and Hilarius Heavensbee.

DEMON SLAYER

Species: Demon

Age: 128 (chronologically), 14 (biologically)

Blood Demon Art: Smth to do with illusions

Was training to be a demon slayer in life, but a demon got her best friend and she kinda lost her faith in them. Never took the test.

DESCENDANTS

AK or VK: VK

Parent: Red Queen (or Queen of Hearts if we're only doing og animated ones)

HAZBIN HOTEL

Sinner or Hellborn: Sinner

Death date: It changes from time to time, but it's either 1888, 1924, or 1986

HELLUVA BOSS

Species: Imp

Job: Informant and hitman

Affiliation: IMP

BABBLEBROOK

Location: Harrington (I think... the town near the inn)

Job: Librarian

Very good friends with Maybell. Also friends with Mrs. Pippetwhistle, the haberdasher, and Bridgette. Has bats and cats around the library.

MY HERO ACEDEMIA

First - Hero

Age: 15

Class: 1-A or 1-B

Quirk: Sensory Override - Can manipulate senses and sometimes memories

Second - Villain

Age: 19-24

Affiliation: League of Villains, Shie Hassaikai, Paranormal Liberation Front, Poppyseed Circus, among others

Quirk: Sensory Override

Doesn't really commit to anyone one thing or ideology. Just drifts from place to place selling information for entertainment. (Not that kind of entertainment, chill. Think Undertaker from Black Butler, wants jokes and stories. Also likes to play pranks and stuff yk)

TWISTED WONDERLAND

Year: Second year

Dorm: Ignihyde (sometimes a Pomefiore transfer)

Class: 2-E | Seat 18

Unique Magic: "Make a Wish" Basically shows the target illusions. Sometimes puts them to sleep.

Club: Film Studies

DIABOLIK LOVERS

(I've only played the first game and the beginning of the second, so sorry if these are bad. That being said my personas for this are works in progress)

First-

Age: ???

Species: Vampire (possible has demon connections)

Worked in the manor for years as a dresser (made everyone's clothes) and sometimes an advisor of sorts. Admired Cordelia for her beauty. Knew/knows lots of secrets and very fond on manipulation.

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FANDOM & NON-FANDOM OCS

Work in progress, but I kinda have them scattered all around lol

Looking back, they're all so cringy 😭 I d e s p e r a t e l y need to update all of them lol and the stories too because like- ugH

I also have a Toyhouse account that I never use, but I should get around to. Anyways, here's the link.

ANywAys-

I'm crying looking back on my old stuff. Tempted to just delete lol. And I still need to find all my roleplay ocs, the ones I made spefically to rp with. And I still need to do my Twelve Cities stuff. The Twelve Cities is a story I'm working on, if you care.

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WOW! That's a lot of my stuff lol. Anyways, if you made it this far, congrats! Have a cookie 🍪

Well, I hope you have a good time. Come visit me whenever!^^

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crispin-kreme · 3 years

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sunsets ; sim jaeyun

part 3/7 of the series

synopsis: you are born into this world only seeing monotoned colors. but except one, you can only see the color of the sunset. you loved painting and sketching but unfortunately all you could paint was the sunset. you didn’t know what this means until you met jake. the moment your eyes locked in, you were able to see all the colors. jake loved the sunset, it was his favorite colors. all this time you have been seeing your favorite colors of your soulmate which is the one and only: sim jaeyun.

genre: angst, fluff, best friends to lovers au, soulmate au

pairings: student! jake x gn colorblind! reader

warnings: swearing, grammatical errors, slight mentions of killing

notes: this based of that korean bl drama "color rush" aye- if you guys watched it then probably you already know what happens in this story ig- but yea i just gave it a twist since i saw this kind of plot in tiktok. this is also really long bcs i got carried away with this omg shdhshsh- hope you guys enjoy!

black, white, gray. those are the colors you see every day each time you wake up. but there's only certain colors you can see and you ought to find answers for it. when the sun goes down, those are the only colors you can see. these are he thoughts you have each and every day.

it was vacant period but every one were continuing their unfinished math activity. you were done ahead of them- well you didn't find the subject hard. since no one really noticed your presence that much- you found a way to escape your classroom. suddenly, you headed to the art room where most of your art are displayed.

little did you know someone was following.

you were gifted with the talent of art but you could only paint or draw in colors of a noir film. the only thing you could paint was the sunset. you don't get how people love your paintings of the sunset. it's just the sky. you admire your paintings and line drawings.

"your works are beautiful, aren't they?" a voice says.

you gasped lightly and held your chest lightly "god- you startled me!" you replied "u-uh, i didn't mean to scare you! i just noticed you walking out of the classroom so i-i was curious so i followed you here!" the unknown boy explained and bowed "i'm sorry if i scared you!" he says as he rises from the bow. you noticed the boy was from your class so you smiled lightly "it's okay.." you replied.

jake smiled back at you. once you locked your eyes with him, you felt dizzy. colors were suddenly dazzling around your sight. jake wasn't even black and white. suddenly your world was colored.

"y/n!" you hear his faint voice as you collapsed in his arms.

shortly after, you woke up to see a cream ceiling (if you're not mistaken). "you're awake!" jake says with relief in his voice. you furrowed your eyebrows, still seeing colors. you slowly sit up as jake helped you up. "you suddenly collapsed." he says. slowly, the pounding sensation on your head came. you look around to see that you're in the clinic.

"how are you feeling?" he asks. you can perfectly see the color of his skin and yours. "i just have a bit of a headache." you replied. jake hummed "i'll take you home then." he says with a smile. you quickly get out of bed and jake was quite shocked. "wait are you okay to walk?" he asks with worry in his eyes. "i can handle it. accompany me to the rooftop will you?" you ask with a shy smile.

both of you went to the rooftop to watch the sunset. those were the only colors that you could see for your whole life. not until you locked eyes with jake. "so you love the sunset?" jake asks "not really but i find it beautiful. they're basically the only colors i can see before." you replied to me as you watch the sky.

pink, maybe a shade of purple in the sky, gold, and white. colors from the sunset. you examined the colors as you look at the ground. jake looked at you, confused. "the only colors you saw before?" he asks "until i met you. i can see all of these colors now." you said.

"what's the color of the grass?"

"it's green."

"how about your skin?"

"well my skin is kinda bright-ish brown? i'm not sure" jake giggles in reply. you nodded, just learning all of the new colors. later on, you explained your condition to jake, saying you could only see the sunset and everything for you is monochromatic.

"ah... so you suffer from monochromatic color blindness." jake says "that's correct." you replied as you nodded. "but why do i see the colors when i'm with you?" "i knew it." jake blurts out. you give him a confused look "what do you mean?" you asked. jake cleared his throat "the sense of familiarity. one reason why i also followed you." he explains.

you furrowed your eyebrows "i know it's confusing at first. you're experiencing color rush. although i don't know why you're only seeing the sunsets. all i know is i felt drawn to you causing me to follow you. it's messy, i know." jake added to his explanation.

"can you help me then learn all the colors?" you asked.

"of course!" jake smiled.

days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months. you never thought of being jake's best friend. you guys were pretty close and you're not going to lie, you caught feelings for him as well. still, you're confused on how jake sensed you were monochromatic and how he can access that color rush with you.

a time came when you had to tell your parents about it. your mom has suffered the same. she was a monochromatic blind person and when she met your dad, colors then started dazzling upon her eyes. she also could see one color- this is to only figure out that that's your dad's favorite color, meaning that they are soulmates.

jake visited you at your house for a physics project you guys were paired from. he was also invited for dinner by your parents. after a while, he offered to wash the dishes with your mom. the both of you and your dad have gone upstairs already.

"y/n told me a lot about you." your mom stated, as she broke the silence. "oh they did?" jake asks as he rinses the soapy glass. "mhm a lot." she replied with a smile. "you know, they keep telling me about the color rush thing that happens between you." your mom blurts out. jake lets out an "oh" upon hearing your mom's statement.

he laughed it off "is that so? they seem pretty happy when they experience it. they don't even bother fainting or the headaches." jake says. "they also mentioned about how they only see the sunset." he added. "that's right. they can only see that." she replied as she places the dry glasses aside.

"what's your favorite color?" your mom interrogates. jake replies "i don't have the specific favored color but i do like the color of the sunset." "so by any chance are you my child's soulmate?" your mother suddenly asks. jake stops rinsing the plates "soulmate?" he mumbles. he didn't know you could see his favorite color. he didn't even know he was your soulmate.

"i always warned them that they might get obsessed with you and end up killing you. but they love you so much, they really do. not the obsessed kind but the y'know?" your mom says, unleashing your secret. "they get anxious. they always think that they may just be obsessed and not love you." your mother sighs "but i always tell them that you guys are meant to be together. destiny." she added.

jake looks at your mother as he listens to how you feel. your mother told him loads of stories about you while they both wash the dishes. later on, jake tells your mother what he feels towards him.

"that's good to hear. promise to take care of them, okay?" your mother says genuinely. jake nods in reply

you avoided jake for weeks. not only because of your feelings, its just the fear he'll get hurt by you. you ran to the rooftop to let some tears and fears out. jake followed you to the rooftop. he was quite worried about you. "y/n?" he asks. you look at him and colors started to dazzle as usual. you have coped up with the headaches leading you into not collapsing.

"why are you here?" you asked suddenly. jake gave out a frustrated sigh "look- you've been avoiding for the last few weeks and i don't even know what i did for you to avoid me." jake replied with a distressed tone. you didn't give a shit at this point so you mustered up all the courage to tell him how you feel.

"i- i don't want you hurt, okay?! you know monochromatic people, they can kill if they find themselves a person who they experience this fucking color rush." you explained as you raised your voice "well, i developed feelings for you over the course of our friendship. but you know-" you stopped talking as you felt tears form in your eyes. "i don't want to love you just because i can rely my sight on you, jaeyun! i want to love like a normal person does." you continued.

jake watched you sob and choke on your tears. he approached you closer "i'm just so scared that i'll hurt you and go insane like the others." you sobbed. "i love you- i really do. no bullshit." you added as jake suddenly engulfed you in his embrace. "i love you too." he says as he pulls away from hugging you. you look at him, confused.

"i took your friendship towards me as something else. as i said before, i felt eerily drawn to you. i feel drawn to you more causing me to fall in love and knowing that we're probably destined for each other made me fall in love with you more." jake explains as he wipes your tears. "the reason why you have been seeing the colors of the sunsets its because-" you softly gasped in realization "we're soulmates?" you asked. jake smiles in reply.

later on, he explains and tells you that about their conversation with your mother. letting out a sigh, you brushed off your tears. "the colors- will they be permanent in my vision?" you ask jake "i guess so. well let's see." jake giggles. "so we're kinda gonna spend a lifetime together." jake added. you gave him a soft chuckle at his words and lightly kissed him on the cheek.

he smiles at you and blushes a bit. maybe not a bit- he becomes a screaming mess after. "but what if i hurt you?" you suddenly ask "you won't and i won't hurt you either." jake says reassuringly as he gives you an embrace.

"you have to teach me more colors, y'know? i want to paint properly." you requested in between the embrace. jake smiles "of course. anything for you, love."

would you like to proceed? yes / go back

#got too carried away lols #also idk this looks bad?#yall it looks messy #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen angst #enhypen x reader #enhypen fluff #enhypen oneshots #enhypen jake #sim jaeyun

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justcourttee · 4 years

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An Akuma shows up at school for a specific target in Mind: Bustier. Revealing the Akuma was an former student and wants retribution for her ‘teachings’ of being a ‘good example’ made a negative impact on their mental and emotional health. Mainly Bustier facing the consequences of her actions, and revealed a lot more have suffered. No class bashing, or salt. Except doing to Lila and Bustier

I like this prompt so much and I couldn’t wait to finish it! Hope it was close to what you imagined!

Karma

Marinette paced the hallway outside the door of her classroom waiting for Mme. Bustier to meet her there for what she could guess would be yet another lecture on being the bigger person. It was so frustrating.

The sound of the door opening caught her attention as her teacher finally arrived, a small frown gracing her face.

“Now Marinette, I don’t understand what is going on between you and Lila, but you need to be the bigger person here like you always are. You know she has a disease and your outburst in class was unacceptable.”

“But Mme. Bustier! She was spreading lies about my friend! Adrien isn’t here to rebuttal for himself but I know he wouldn’t appreciate her lying about their relationship.”

Marinette crossed her arms in deviance only earning a dissatisfied headshake from her favorite teacher. Her heart sank a little at the idea that Bustier really meant for her to apologize to Lila yet again.

She didn’t even bother waiting for her response as she slunk back towards the door, already giving in before the argument could even begin. Her hand reached toward the handle only pausing when she heard a soft gasp from behind.

Marinette turned just in time to see a woman enveloped in the purple smoke that could only point to one thing. An akumanization.

“Mme. Bustier, let’s go.”

Marinette used all of her strength to pull her teacher out of her daze as they made a beeline down the stairs, away from the emerging victim. Without thinking, Marinette brought her phone to her ear, the number already dialing before her foot hit the ground level.

“Hey girl, what happened with Bustier? Are-”

“No time Alya, akuma outside the classroom, ring the alarm and lock the door, Bustier and I are going to be fine but help everyone else.”

She didn’t wait for a response as she slipped her phone back into her pocket. They were mere steps away from the lockers when a figure dropped in front of Marinette causing her to skid to a stop.

“Caline Bustier, I see you are still the same. Coddling the bully’s feelings and dropping all responsibility for their actions on innocent students.”

Bustier tried to shake her head, deny the accusation but she couldn't find her voice. The woman cocked her head at Marinette as if trying to decide if she was worth the trouble to get to the teacher. Deciding she wasn’t, she lowered what looked like a ribbon extending from her sleeve.

“Little girl, please go, be free. I will take care of Bustier, make sure she never hurts you again.”

Marinette shook her in disbelief as she stared at the woman with curiosity.

“She’s never laid a hand on me, I think you have the wrong person.”

Hearing Marinette’s voice snapped Bustier out of her trance as she attempted to push Marinette behind her and out of danger. The akuma’s face softened as she reached out to gingerly cup Marinette’s cheek.

“I too used to think she was an angel too. Someone sent down to protect me from everything bad in this world, but she’s not. She manipulates you into thinking it’s your fault that the Lila’s of this world exists.”

“That’s not true, Stephanie, please. Leave Marinette out of this. You had so much potential, I didn’t want to see you waste it by stooping down to their level-”

“Hush witch, it’s Professor Karma now.” Her voice was cold sending a shiver down Marinette’s back as she turned her attention back to the girl. “It makes you disappointed in not only her but yourself too. You begin to think you’re to blame for everyone incapable of change. Being the bigger person takes a mental toll, let me help ease that for you.”

Marinette hadn’t noticed the relief that had seeped through her body originating from the woman’s touch. It was so soothing, she just wanted to give in and let her take all the weight from her shoulders.

“Stay away from her!”

Marinette’s eyes flew back open as Chat Noir landed a blow onto the akuma in front of her.

“You ruined the process! You dumb hero! I could’ve taken all her pain away for her, but you just had to step in didn’t you.”

Chat Noir took a defensive stance between the akuma and Marinette.

“That’s not what it looked like to me. You were lulling her to sleep, her body was turning blue!”

Marinette looked down at her hands as the blue faded back to her normal pale color. Gods, what had she almost done? The fight needs Ladybug and she was about to give in to the akuma for what? A little bit of relief?

She sidestepped as the akuma slung its ribbons trying to bring Chat Noir down. Marinette wasn’t sure how much longer he could last by himself, but she couldn't leave Bustier by herself. She reached forward gripping Bustier's hand, startling the woman.

“C’mon Mme Bustier, we need to get you out of here.”

The teacher still seemed in a daze, a longing look in her eyes directed toward the akuma.

“Go Marinette, hide, please. I need to be here for Stephanie.”

Marinette wanted to protest, but this was her chance. She had a better chance of helping her as Ladybug than as Marinette. Without looking backward, she made a run for the exit, trying to ignore Chat’s taunting as he continued playing his dangerous game of cat and mouse.

“Tikki, was the akuma right? Am I really taking a toll from just Mme. Bustier’s words?”

“Marinette, you’ve always done so much for your class and for that woman. Eventually, it was going to catch up with you, especially when everyone expects nothing less than perfect. Nobody’s perfect, not even us Gods.”

Marinette called on her transformation, Tikki’s words ringing in her head. She knew Mme. Bustier only meant well, she wanted to push Marinette to be her very best on all levels including her personal life, but Tikki was right, she expected perfect Marinette everyday and she was never allowed to slip up even for a moment.

It was exhausting.

Marinette charged into the scene just in time to catch a limp Chat Noir, his skin completely blue. Her eyes widened as she nudged his cheek, trying to elicit any sort of reaction from him.

“What did you do to him?!”

The akuma’s smile was almost ghastly, nothing like the sweet and caring woman that had held Marinette only minutes earlier.

“I took all his pain from him. Now he will be in a peaceful sleep. You should be grateful, after all, he’ll never be hurt again.”

Marinette felt a heat rushing to her face as she tried to level her emotions. Gently laying him to the ground, Marinette placed a small kiss on her forehead, almost recoiling from how icy he felt.

“Now, it is your turn Caline.”

Before Marinette could move, the akuma's hand had already reached Bustier’s face

“Sleep is too peaceful for you. No, you Caline Bustier will turn on your own methods and finally punish those who deserve it.”

Marinette swung her yo-yo and the woman, trying to pull her teacher away, but it was useless. She watched as Bustier turned a warm shade of orange, her pupils enlarging until all that was left of her eye was a small patch of white in the corner.

“Gods, no.” Marinette raised her hand to her mouth in horror at her former teacher.

With a renewed fury, Marinette swung forward dodging the ribbons that seemed to move on their own.

“C’mon hero, shouldn’t you be for this idea! This woman breaks down the strong and raises the bullies on thrones, she deserves every minute of her punishment.”

Marinette cried out as her yo-yo finally made contact with a small locket sitting on the akuma’s chest. A small purple butterfly quickly flitted out but her yo-yo was quicker snatching it mid-air. As she released the butterfly, she ran back to where her partner laid, the color fading from his skin as he returned to a healthier shade.

Once she was sure he was going to be fine, Marinette walked over to the victim.

“Stephanie? Are you okay?”

She crouched to where the woman was sitting, her locket opened in her hand. Risking a peek, Marinette’s heart melted at the small phrase that it held inside.

“If we wish to change the world, we must all learn to love each other. It’s what she first told me when I entered her class all those years ago.”

Marinette risked a look over to where Bustier stood. The woman’s eyes were wide with concern as she fiddled with her sleeve. Offering a hand to Stephanie, Marinette helped her stand.

“You really hurt me Caline. Do you understand how much of a perfectionist I became? It was unhealthy. I lost jobs for taking too long on projects because I knew I couldn't turn in something that wasn’t example worthy. Do you know how many raises I missed out on because I took the high road and let my coworkers walk all over me, claiming my victories as their own?”

Bustier opened her mouth and closed it as if she was a gaping fish. Marinette slowly became conscious of the gathering crowd, all watching the exchange between the two women.

“Maybe-”

The woman held a hand to Marinette’s face as she marched forward, her own eyes watering in frustration.

“Did you know that I finally got a job on the school board? I was coming to observe your class, confident that you had realized your error by now, but then do you know what I overhear? You scolding another poor young girl like you did to me all those years ago. Do you know how many people you have hurt?”

Marinette took a step backward as she helped Chat Noir to his feet, both unsure how to handle the situation in front of them.

“What do we do my lady?”

“I’m not sure there’s much we can do.”

They watched as the color drained from Bustier’s face as Stephanie took a step forward. Her eyes narrowed in on the woman as she cleared her throat.

“Let’s make one thing clear here. I’ll return at a random date to do this observation and if I feel in the slightest way that the young woman I saw or anyone for that matter is falling victim to your abuse then I will see to it that you never teach again. Understood?”

Bustier simply nodded as the woman turned on her heel, exiting the building as chaos exploded. Marinette shared a look with Chat Noir as they both swung out of the school, trying to keep neutral faces.

It wasn’t the way they would’ve handled it, but maybe a little karma is what they needed to push for a change and neither could deny how ready they were for that.

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@damianette-is-life @ash-amg @rebecarojas07 @heaven428 @long-lost-peace @thequeenofpotatoeunicornss

#mlb fic #miraculous ladybug #bustier salt #akumatized villains

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authordgaster · 2 years

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A guide to the OCs for a story I’m working on.

So I’m planning on doing a rewrite of my story DUALTALE, under the new name, “DualVerse”. Most of the characters are gonna be characters from across the UTMV, and it’s gonna include 7 OCs I’ve created that I’ll refer to simply as, “the Demis,” I’m still in the middle of recording some playthroughs of UnderTale for a source of reference when it comes to how the Classic Universe works and how I’ll need to make the AUs match.

Basically DualVerse’s concept is these Demis are going to be scattered across the multiverse and we’ll see how their existence impacts it.

Here’s some info about them.

Nemo

Soul: White

Gender: Male

Physical Age: 19

Eye color: Black (right eye became white with black sclera and white pupil at end of Genocide Route)

Hair color: Black (turned white at end of Genocide Route, turns black when using magic)

Moral Alignment: True Neutral

Magic: Energy manifestation and manipulation. Can create constructs out of magic energy and manipulate them as he wishes. The energy must emerge from his body first though.

Description: an “amnesiac” who woke up alongside Frisk in the underground of the Classic Universe and travelled with them, deciding to protect them and eventually adopting them as a younger sibling. Has experienced a Neutral, Genocide, and True Pacifist route in his world. He doesn’t have enough Determination to manipulate the timeline, but he can remember Resets. Was meant to have a Determination soul, but it didn’t work, hence his name, which reflects his soul’s attributeless nature. Claims that his soul color represents Hope, but it can be corrupted become Hate.

Break

Soul: Purple

Gender: Male

Physical Age: 17

Eye color: Purple

Hair color: Black with purple tips

Moral Alignment: Lawful Evil

Magic: He can create an area of effect where time becomes dilated for all entities except for himself. The larger the area and the greater the level of dilation, the more energy it takes.

Description: Error’s follower. He holds the skeleton in high regard. His usefulness is the only reason Error allows him to live. Isn’t an error himself, but time in the Antivoid has affected his skin, making it him appear sickly even though he is in good physical help. Is very serious and hard working, and tries to avoid feeling strong emotions since it can lead to him vomiting glitches… somehow. When Error begins to lose sight of an objective, he is usually the one to get him back on track. He and Make are twins, but he is unaware of this fact.

Make

Soul: Orange

Gender: Male

Physical Age: 17

Eye color: Orange

Hair color: White with orange tips

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Good

Magic: can consume Ink’s emotion paint and obtains elemental attributes depending on the color. It is dangerous to use more than one element at a time but he’s practicing to become better at it. Favorite element is fire, which comes from orange paint.

Description: Ink’s partner, views the skeleton like a funny uncle. He travels with Ink and helps him protect AUs. While his bravery is almost unparalleled, he can be kinda lazy when it comes to something that doesn’t interest him. He helps keep Ink grounded whenever he feels like he’s going to far for the sake of an AU and loses sight of taking care of its inhabitants. If overwhelmed by emotion, paint will fill his eyes and make him temporarily blind. Break’s twin, but doesn’t know they’re twins.

Luna

Soul: Cyan

Gender: Female

Physical Age: 19

Eye color: Cyan

Hair color: Black with cyan tips

Alignment: Neutral Evil

Magic: Shapeshifting. Can stretch and alter her body in any way it likes. Her clothes however can’t change with her body so she has to be careful. It’s super gross to watch. Also has a, honestly kinda BS, healing factor.

Description: Nightmare’s subordinate. Views the slimey skeleton like an irritable grandpa. She’s not a member of the Villain Sans Squad, instead she and Bête Noire serve more as guards to Nightmare, not that the guardian of Negativity really needs them but he can be a paranoid old man sometimes. Her expression is usually one of boredom unless she is inflicting pain on others, during which it becomes twisted with malevolent glee.

Soliel

Soul: Green

Gender: Female

Physical Age: 19

Eye color: Green

Hair color: White with green tips

Alignment: Neutral Good

Magic: She can fix anything that is “broken” with just a touch, even herself. Can’t bring back the dead nor cure diseases. She also trained and possesses the greatest natural physical strength among the Demis.

Description: Dream’s teammate. She views the Guardian as a father figure of sorts and is constantly trying to support him, since she can tell he’s hurting, even if he pretends he’s not and can fool everyone else. While kind, she can get impatient easily and no one wants to be on the receiving end of her rage. Is constantly striving to become stronger in order to protect others since her magic lacks many offensive capabilities.

Zero

Soul: Yellow

Gender: Male

Physical Age: 21

Eye color: Yellow

Hair color: Black with yellow tips

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Magic: He can create hard light constructs of weapons. He can theoretically recreate any weapon, but the more complex it is, the longer it takes to make, and he still needs to be have to wield the weapon on his own. Is also incredibly adept at predicting an enemy’s attack.

Description: a resident of XTale, and the adopted younger brother of XFrisk and XGaster. He constantly strives for his definition of “justice,” and is content to lie and cheat to realizes his goals. Was able to remember each timeline as it reset, and was unable to do much to help due to being physically too young more often than not to help his brothers. Became one of XGaster’s possessed puppets after the events of Timeline X.

Infinity

Soul: Blue

Gender: Female

Physical Age: 20

Eye color: Blue

Hair color: White with blue tips

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Magic: She can telepathically manipulate non sentient objects. She’s learned to be very clever with this power.

Description: A resident of EpicTale adopted by the Dreemurr family. Is a good person and is honest to a fault, but rejects the concept of “Justice,” claiming it to just be a convenient excuse for revenge. She does however care deeply for her friends and family and anyone who dared to harm them will be in for a bad time.

#DUALVERSE #UnderTale #sans #error #ink #nightmare #Dream #XTale #EpicTale #Nemo #Break #Make #Luna #Soliel #Zero #Infinity #authordgaster aus #ocs

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chiropteracupola · 3 years

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So I’ve been asked “HOW DO YOU EVEN. DO THAT. GOD.” and other questions approximately in that area. Well, you can find out, through the power of the ridiculous number of progress photos I took while making these! I’m pretty much self-taught, so some of these steps might be a bit weird and convoluted, I’m just out here trying my best.

Alright, let’s start out with materials. Most of the construction is done in Super Sculpey Living Doll, which is the creepiest possible name they could have given this clay. It ends up slightly translucent when baked, and it’s surprisingly durable as well, which is excellent if you are like me and drop it on the floor constantly.

First step, schematics. I was intending these as scale drawings, but then I decided not to go through with the larger size and more complicated joint system. Having a sense of the shapes you’re going for does make it a lot easier later on. I ended up leaving out the double-jointed knees, as well as changing the shoulder and ankle joints somewhat as well.

For the rest of the materials, I’ve got superglue, something to spread the superglue with, pliers, pencil and eraser, sewing pins, felting needle, pipecleaner wire, ruler, acrylic paint, matte varnish, watercolor pencils, paintbrush, purple marker, aluminum foil, non-serrated knife, fork, and permanent markers. You can use something closer to actual sculpting tools, or more paint, but this is just the stuff I had lying around the house.

I bought a couple of kind of sketchy molds off I’m not even sure where on the internet anymore. They are not intended for doll-making, they are intended for those little sugar figurines you put on cake. Do I care? No. I mostly hand-sculpted these guys anyway, and here are the major shapes I ended up constructing. Particularly for Jack, some of the pieces are sculpted around an aluminum-foil core.

Here’s a view of my desk, partway through the sculpting process. This posture is not recommended for sculpting, but I had found a hat and wanted to feel like I was some kind of noir detective.

Heads are a pretty simple shape. Sculpting the face basically consists of sticking on a triangle for a nose, then smoothing in the edges and poking it around a little bit to create the vague idea of cheekbones, eye sockets, and so on and so forth. Sculpt in some collarbones if you are, like me, very emotionally invested in collarbones. This is perfectly normal.

Before baking the clay, make sure to poke a hole in all the joints to glue in wire later. The first diagram shows where these need to go. DO NOT FORGET TO DO THIS. (I forgot to do this.) This is a cross-section of how the wiring for the neck will sit eventually. (Except in the case of Stephen, because I forgot to do this. If you also forget, this situation could probably be fixed by drilling a hole with a very small drill, but I’m very afraid of power tools and instead spent an inordinate amount of time doing foolish things with knives, and his head still won’t stay on. Be better than me.)

Another view of my desk. Craft pipecleaner wire is fairly sturdy, and I haven’t yet found an alternative to removing the fluff with pliers and using that. It is very tiring and time-consuming, make sure you have snacks and maybe a video to watch. Stay hydrated, nutritioned, and entertained, and remain calm. This is a long and torturous process, do not torture yourself more if you don’t have to. Also, you’ll live if you get superglue on your fingers, but be careful anyway. If possibly, work in a ventilated area as well.

The process of joint creation went largely un-photographed, as I was engaged in the more attention-consuming process of cursing at tangles of wire and cloth tape for hours upon hours.

I wrapped the wire connections and the ends of the clay pieces in some sort of cloth tape I found in a closet, and where necessary, filled in some gaps with wool and pieces of craft foam. (Very Small Jack is about 30% craft foam, which means he is Huggable and Pleasantly Squishy. Tiny Stephen only has these adjustments around the knees, and he is, in comparison, Stiff and About As Huggable As A Desk Lamp.)

The process for shoulders is slightly different. Instead of a wire connecting the two clay pieces, the arms have wire hooks connected directly through the torso by a tiny rubber band. (Dental rubber bands are truly fantastic and I don’t know what I would do without them.) I’ve added some cloth tape wrapping here as well, for added stability.

Next up, hair and faces. I’ve added some color around the joints in watercolor pencil, added eyes and so forth in permanent marker, and painted in the hairline and eyebrows with dubious paint I got from my neighbor. A little bit of color on the cheeks in watercolor as well, particularly for Jack, and scars in white watercolor pencil. I added a little bit of matte varnish on the fingernails for some contrast. (I had leftover clay, so I also ended up making a tiny dragon, which shows up in a couple of the photos.)

The hair is made of brushed yarn (I’ll make a separate post to talk through that, as it’s a bit of a process in its own right.) I’m gluing on longer pieces in a spiraling pattern.

Gluing on hair, bit by bit. He looks a bit like Henry Le Vesconte and I’m not sure how I feel about that.

After some trimming and styling, he’s looking good!

Now, my favorite trick here is what can be done with a lavender marker. This is just a fairly light-colored standard purple felt-tip, but in combination with the slightly translucent clay, it makes really nice false shadows that add a lot of depth to the faces. Go crazy with it, it’s fun.

So yeah! That’s how I do what I do! This got quite long, so I think I’ll do the the rest of the explaining (clothing, shoes, etc.) in a separate post sometime later. Hope this was helpful, and thank you so much for all the love and kind words, it means a lot to me!

#em makes stuff #crafts #adventures of tiny aubrey and maturin #long post

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airi-p4 · 3 years

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While it lasts

This was supposed to be kind of a S4 theory about akumatized Luka + a canon-verse Lukanette approach. I guess my hand slipped? This is similar to my previous fic ‘Betrayer’, in which Juleka was the akumatized one.

Warning: ANGST.

AO3 _________________________

"Jagged Stone is your father" Anarka had just told her twin children.

Luka's world was shattered into pieces.

Jagged Stone. His favorite musician. His inspiration. His mother's old music partner.

Their father.

One word occupies his mind: abandoned.

And the image of him takes a 180 degree turn. From admiration to despise.

His idol abandoned him. Him and his sister. His mother too.

Why?

He hates it. He hates all of it.

He hates it so much, not even his girlfriend Marinette can calm him down like she usually does. Not even her sympathetic voice or her sweet heart melody can heal him. Neither could her hand pressed on his in comfort.

Juleka's mind had gone blank for some seconds. Memories of how fond Luka was of Jagged Stone occupying her mind. 'Cool', she thinks, and then she focuses on her brother, who is clearly in shock.

In silence. In a trance.

He can't hear anything anymore, she realizes, after noticing how he isn't paying attention to either Marinette's, her mother's or her own calls.

His heart song is strident, loud, noisy- And his eyes lose all his light, all his kindness too.

'Abandoned'

This word keeps spiraling in his mind. On repeat. In an infinite loop.

"Luka!" He hears Marinette's voice call him in alert, finally making him snap out of it and find the strength to fight the akuma that just entered his guitar.

“Marinette… Don’t abandon me…” he begs, holding her while fighting not to lose control and fall under Shadow Moth's control.

“I won’t”, she assures him, clearly supporting him. She keeps encouraging him not to fall into the darkness of the dark butterfly.

Her melody is sincere. So sincere she can’t hide her still unburied feelings for certain blond hair and green eyes that make her heart flutter. And he can see it: the moment that is bound to happen, the moment Marinette will break up with him to go to Adrien. The moment all walls separating them will collapse and they will meet each other in the tangled maze of secrets they’re currently trapped in. The crumble of the castle that allowed him the miracle to have her by his side at this moment.

“You won’t” he whispers, feeling his biggest fear close: Silence- loneliness.

Abandoned.

His arms tighten around her, holding her even closer, impeding her from moving. He pulls her so close he's even hurting her a little. Marinette slightly protests in a cry, but she’s more emotionally affected than physically. "Luka-!"

She's scared.

She wants to assure him she’s honest. She wishes to be able to give him all her love, her existence-

And his newly appeared akuma form is willing to take it all.

His guitar is now a big fish net, his body has grown 3 times bigger and his looks are similar to a sea God. ‘Glaucus’, he calls himself. The name of the God of the fishermen in Greek mythology. His hair is longer, and his belly has become a transparent fish tank, where he plans to keep his loved ones, both safe and close so they don’t abandon him.

Punishment for the ones who abandon, lie and betray.

Protection for the loved ones.

'Justice', he calls it.

He doesn’t even need a big fish tank, because his loved ones are limited. A countable number of individuals is enough for him: Marinette, his mother, his twin sister, the rest of Kitty Section… Mylène too, maybe, since he would feel bad for Ivan if he left her out of it. And he would consider Marinette's family too, since he knows how much she appreciates them.

As for punishment? It's also clear: Jagged Stone comes first, followed by Lila Rossi among others who have dared to hurt his loved ones, such as Chloe Bourgeois and Bob Roth.

Marinette trembles at the vision after he finally lets her go of her to grab his fish catching instrument. A tear escapes her eye, and slides to fall from her chin. And then she runs: because that’s the only way she can help him: run, transform, defeat him and fix the damage she will fight to prevent from happening.

But she's ignoring the most important fact. The fact that that's exactly the action which will lead to her down fall, the sight that frightens Luka the most: Marinette turning her back to him, leaving him all alone.

His song abandoning him.

Rage, pain and despair fills his heart, unable to be contained with his meditation or her music. The music he himself turned into a loud mess, sounding just like nails scraping on a chalkboard, painful to his ears and his soul.

And that’s when he traps her, his net capturing her and turning her into a small, bright pink colored mermaid, he literally swallows to get her inside the fish tank he carries inside his transparent glass made belly.

A relieved sigh leaving his throat: Marinette is now secured. She won't leave his side again. ‘Who’s next…?’ He questions himself, looking at his horrified mother, Anarka as he smirks. He'll soon have all of them in his treasured fish tank.

And what will happen to those who deserve punishment? Fish out of the water- dry fins gasping for oxygen. Dead fish with eyes as cold as their hearts. Or even better- Jagged is going to be abandoned on his own before that- just like he cold-heartedly abandoned him and his sister.

And now that he mentions it… 'Where's Juleka?'

The akuma looks for her, but he doesn't see her around. 'She can wait' he decides, his chants summoning a big sea wave to carry him to his unwanted father's hotel suite.

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Jagged Stone can't believe his eyes. An akuma claiming to be his son has just turned Penny into a goldfish, who is now struggling with tiny desperate jumps for oxygen to breathe through her newly acquired fins. Impossible without water. Fang is next to join Jagged's personal assistant, now tiny and convulsing.

"Who are you!? Why are you doing this!? I have no kids!! Don't lie!! Stop this! Turn them to their original forms! They could die!" The rock star angrily begs under Glaucus lashes.

"You're the one who is lying! My mother never lies, so you are the one lying when you say you have no children! You're the one who abandoned us!" He yells as angry as Jagged. "All the admiration and respect I had for you is now hate and disgust! You deserve punishment for the sake of Justice!"

"Stop right there, mermaid boy. Didn't we already make it clear what the difference between revenge and justice was when you were 'Silencer'?" Chat Noir joined the battle, protecting Jagged from being crushed under the akuma's weapon.

The akuma attacks again, but this time he's stopped by someone else. Someone Chat Noir brought along with him- a new superhero.

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During the time Marinette was trapped, Tikki, safe and sound, had carried a Miraculous to Juleka, who was watching terrified at how the events developed on TV. She was too focused to notice the kwami, but she clearly noticed the box that fell on her hand out of nowhere. Reaching it, she curiously opened it, and a magical creature appeared in front of her.

"Hi there! I'm Roarr. It's nice to meet you, Juleka!" The little tiger introduced himself.

"What are you? What's going on?" Juleka questioned.

"I'm a kwami. I grant powers! Put on that jewelry and call for the magical words to transform into a superhero"

"Me? A superhero like Ladybug? I don't think I can-" she nervously mumbled, unconfident.

"The guardian chose you for this mission! You want to save your brother, right?" Juleka nodded. "Then say the words: Roarr, transform me"

"Roarr, transform me" Juleka said, and magic surrounded her. Her new appearance was purple with tiger-like orange colored stripes over her body. Her mask was the same colors of the suit, and a pair of tiny ears decorated her now tied hair, her ponytail loose in the wind.

Moments later, she ran towards the hotel, unknowingly followed by Ladybug's kwami.

And the battle started.

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"Luka! I know you're hurt, but Jagged is telling the truth! He never abandoned u- you! He never knew he was a father! He probably doesn't even know by now!" The new hero desperately yelled.

"Lies! All lies! He deserves punishment! And you do too!" The akuma points at the heroes and Jagged who is hiding behind them.

"I'll show you the truth!" The tigress announces, calling for her superpower.

Her claws become shiny and with one touch, she marks an ‘X’ on Jagged's forehead, and a purple cloud comes out of his mouth and surrounds them, as if they had just entered his dreamland- except it's, in fact, the rock star’s memories.

Luka is in denial. It is true. Jagged Stone never knew about them. Which means he abandoned them unknowingly. Was he innocent, though?

No, he wasn’t. Because he had indeed abandoned his mother.

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Meanwhile, Marinette had been trying to find a way out of the fish tank. She couldn't transform into Ladybug even if Tikki was free, because that would make her identity public. She needed another plan.

That's when she asked Tikki to get Juleka the tiger Miraculous- and it had, once again, been the right choice.

Marinette couldn't just stay still,watching. She fought to find a way out.

Making use of the constant moving water, and with Anarka and Kitty Section's help, she found a way up, arriving to his heart. Or was it the akuma’s heart? It didn’t matter to her as long as she could save him.

The sight was not what she had expected: a vast sea surrounded by colorful stained glass with the people he cared the most portrayed on them. Anarka, Juleka and Kitty Section were there. Big, colorful and shining bright.

Marinette continued swimming in his inner tormented sea of darkness until she found another glass under a cliff: hers. It looked beautiful, but unreachable, since a rose garden guarded and protected it. Untouchable beauty.

Was this Luka's vision of her? A beautiful flower surrounded by thorns, with green stains on paint messing with the almost perfect piece of art’s balance and making it painful to watch?

Marientte felt her heart ache in guilt.

She knew she was the cause of the hurt in his eyes which he sometimes looked at her with. He had always seen through her, despite how much she had been starting to believe her own lies about ‘moving on’ and ‘love’.

Marinette shook her head: no time to waste. Cry later. Focus now.

Her tail brought her to a cliff island with a broken stained glass window next to it. The one that belonged to Jagged Stone, as his name was written on a rock. It most likely broke at the revelation of Jagged being Luka’s father, but now the window was pitch black, with the pieces scattered on the floor. Silent.

She could feel his fears of being abandoned in her own skin, and froze at the realization: his endurance and his strength were only there thanks to music. A music his heart lacked at the moment.

Music.

That's the answer. Music was what healed his heart. This time too, he needed music.

But what could she do without musical knowledge? Or without any instrument to play?

'My voice' she notices. ‘I still have my voice’

Marinette starts singing her own heart song as composed by Luka, while the battle outside continues, now with their visit to Jagged Stone's memories.

Perfect timing.

And clouds appear over Jagged's glass window, the wind carrying some pieces back to its original place- partly reconstructed.

Maybe the mermaid form had another purpose, Marinette wonders. Maybe Luka couldn't completely let go of music, after all, whether he was akumatized or not. Or maybe...

Back to present, Marinette sees a light up that lifts her out of Luka's insides. Next time she blinks, she has recovered her original appearance- clumsy human girl Marinette.

"Run!" Chat Noir commands, and she obeys. As she runs, she gazes back at Luka, who shows her a painfully sad smile.

"Marinette!" Her kwami calls her before she can give it deeper thought. "Tikki! Spots on!"

Moments later, Ladybug makes it to the battle. "Lucky charm!"

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The battle ends soon. Too soon, to Ladybug's surprise. ‘Why did he offer no resistance?’

She'll have time to think about this later. First… "Miraculous Ladybug!" Ladybug rushed to recover Juleka's Miraculous so they could go back to Luka as soon as possible.

"Thank you, Ladybug" Juleka says, running off to hug her brother.

Marinette detransforms next and soon reaches them too. But she hesitates again. Should she be by his side when she hurts him so much?

Luka meets her gaze and smiles softly, apologetically and embarrassed, but clearly welcoming her. And she doesn't hesitate anymore to join their collective hug, melting in love after a swirl of emotions. They part from the hug and they all focus on Jagged Stone who is still processing what happened.

"Wait a second- Are you really my children…? You thought I abandoned you…?” Jagged asks the twins, before turning his head to Anarka. “Why didn't you tell me? Weren't we partners? 'Rock-'n'-roll until the crocodile controls'. Remember?"

"You said you wanted to go solo. You left me behind. Did you really expect me to go back to you after the humiliation I suffered? I gave you my heart and you threw me away as soon as you could!" Anarka yelled.

"I was young and immature, and not the best father figure, I admit it! But I deserved to know! You should have told me!"

"I'm telling you now! They are your children, Luka and Juleka. If you ever want to meet them, you know where we live. Don’t you ever come back if you plan to abandon them later" Anarka says, grabbing her children's shoulders and guiding them to move out of the hotel room with a push.

"I'm sorry…" Luka mumbles to Jagged, before leaving the room.

"I'm the one who is sorry…" Jagged admits to Marinette before she runs to follow the Couffaines and Kitty Section. “I’ll go visit sometime! I promise!”

“Are you ok, Luka?” Marinette asks after leaving through the hotel doors, seeing how Jagged is looking at them from the highest balcony.

“I will be. Eventually…” he returns his gaze down to focus on Marinette, reaching to hold her hand. “I don’t need Jagged’s music as long as I can listen to yours''

Marinette feels her cheeks burn.

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On their way home, Marinette can’t take what she’s seen out of her head. ‘It was Luka's heart, right? And Luka’s true feelings. He truly loves me’, she realized. ‘But why…?’

With an instant of bravery, Marinette pulls Luka's hand to separate themselves from the rest of his family and friends.

"Luka… I- Am I painful to be with? To watch?" She bites her lip a bit and asks in terror. “Am I hurting you?”

"Of course not, Marinette. Never.” Luka assures her with a soft, faint smile. “You're more than I could ever ask for. You're the most beautiful song I've ever heard"

"Even if I have those unbearable to watch green stains...?" she whispers, embarrassed and angry at herself for not being able to make her feelings go according to her wishes.

"It can’t be helped, can it? And even if that’s the case, for me, you’re still the most beautiful despite those colors"

“Is my heart song really enough to cover for that ugliness? I hate it myself…”

“You shouldn’t. Imperfections can enhance beauty. I don’t mind them as long as I can hear your song up close” he answers.

“But-! Are you sure…? Aren’t you afraid I might end up abandoning you?” she finally asks, scared for his answer.

“I am. I’m terrified” he admits. “But how am I supposed to stand in the way of your wishes- your happiness? I can’t and I won’t do that” Luka shrugs, “Aren’t you scared of being abandoned too?”

“I am” she answers, after giving it some thought. “and that’s not the main reason for it, but I want to stay by your side” she realizes, “more than ever”.

Luka squeezes her hand and shows her a soft expression. “Thank you for always saving me. Akumatized or not,” he whispers to her ear. It surprises Marinette to see how his cheeks are pink over his fond smile.

“No-! I- I just sang a song and- It was all thanks to the new her-” she stopped herself. Luka couldn’t possibly remember what happened when he was akumatized. No one told him, no one showed him the news. He couldn’t know he turned her into a mermaid, or how she sang. Yet he thanked her for saving him.

‘Of course he knows’ Marinette understands. ‘Yet he didn’t reveal me to Shadow Moth and he let me go on purpose, too’. Her thoughts deepen. ‘I get it now’ she reaches her conclusion. ‘He wanted me to save him. He wanted me to take him back after he realized he was on the wrong side. It makes sense. He protected me despite being akumatized once again- like when he was Silencer’.

The girl’s feet stop walking for a moment at the revelation, causing Luka to look back at her. Taking one step closer, she raises on her tiptoes and gives Luka a kiss on his lips, surprising both of them.

‘I wonder what kind of music his heart is hearing now,’ she wonders, ‘because I can only hear a grateful and sincere happy tune in my own heart right now’

“Your heartsong is beautiful” she finishes with a smile he reciprocates.

Most likely, both of them knew deep inside that their relationship as it was now was bound to end at some point, sooner or later. Maybe both of them would always be afraid of loneliness and being abandoned, too. But wasn’t it enough to enjoy the music they created in that instant, while it lasts? Isn’t it the same with live concerts? They might end, but the sensations last forever in memories. Is it something to regret? Neither of them felt it was. And perhaps both of them secretly agreed with that logic as they continued walking hand in hand, enjoying each other's company and welcoming their mutual love and support, in whatever form their relationship changes into in the future.

#my fic #airipyon #airip4 #angst #S4 theory?#lukanette fic

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codylabs · 3 years

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YEAH BABY NOW THIS IS MORE LIKE IT

Class-5 Berserker Frame

Lore and Process below cut

Lore:

A highly specialized and expensive class of combat armor intended for delicate or complex strike applications where other options like missiles, drones, tanks or traditional infantry might be too clumsy or slow, or when collateral casualties are of high concern. Common applications are storming buildings and bunkers, or long-duration scouting missions. The Class-5 was designed with fully-robotic hands and feet, such that the operator’s own hands and feet don’t reach all the way to the ends of the limbs. This allows the suit’s hands to be a lot stronger and tougher, as well as able to be swapped out with other mission-specific attachments. The feet were driving cleats, able to extend outwards in a violent and sudden springing action, to aid jumping and running at speed. The Class-5 was precise and specific enough that they needed to be custom fit to the wearer, and they required advanced manufacturing techniques to maximize performance of the various components, so they cost a lot.

Stolen Class-5 units were favorites of the Time Knights. Since specific suits would only accommodate a very specific set of body measurements, it was frequent that each warrior could only find a single suit to match them, (or only a single warrior could be found to match a suit.) As such, the Knights often took strong ownership of their suits, and decorated and repainted them as they saw fit. A tradition arose of painting stripes/tying ribbons to the suits to symbolize the warrior’s past feats. The specific character drawn big in the third picture is supposed to be the girl from the Forest of Daggers, so she’s decorated to reflect the accomplishments in that story: a red and grey ribbon together means some dark and horid victory in battle, something that she felt guilty about. The purple, blue, and white ribbons together means she swore to bring somebody back from death, and succeeded after persevering through many trials. All time Knight suits (and ships) have two blue stripes permanently painted onto them somewhere, to represent the two oaths that they must necessarily have fulfilled: The oath to maintain the absolute secrecy of the cause, and the oath to stand by one another, and persevere until the war’s completion. Since they are eventually destined to win, it is a historical absolute that none of them had ever broken either of these oaths.

Process:

Picture 1: Idea for the basic silhouette of the design I was wanting to go for. Not thinking about mechanics at this step, just wanting to visualize and exaggerate a cool shape. I was really inspired that day by Evangelion, if you couldn’t tell by the words, which is why it looks all lean and gaunt. The extended limbs were put in to emphasize that look, and I liked how the the proportions came out. I also really liked the long helmet that blends into the back, since it calls to mind pillbugs and xenomorphs. I’m def keeping the long head. The visor is supposed to be either some kind of reinforced 1-way glass. Transparent from the inside, pale and opaque from without.

Second picture was drawn to clarify the mechanics and various internal/external details. Happy with how this came out, with the possible exception of the exposed flexribbing on the hips. The suit’s limbs will be actuated with electronic muscle cables directly beneath the outer layer, so I needed to make room (especially around the hips) for those too. It was apparent at this point in the design process that the suit makes the wearer’s butt look absolutely enormous, which is acceptable on grounds of hilarity.

Third picture is yeah boy. I should note that NONE OF THIS IS FINAL. I’m still experimenting with a lot of these designs, and this is still pretty early in the character-design process, no matter how much I like this one.

Fourth picture is a couple cool poses. The upper-middle pose shows how the driving cleats work. A jetpack modele could be attached to these suits, but I didn’t draw any of these with it. Left image showcases both the gravitic battery power source (birthday cake-sized cylinder on the upper back) and the big butt, still allowed on grounds of hilarity.

Fifth picture are a whole bunch of different character designs, as a proof-of-concept to show how swapping out weapons, paints, and clothes can result in an extremely wide variety of characters. Green one is a noir detective with a big iron on his hip, Blue one is waifu, Yellow one will kick your ass, Black one has cool braids and a nice color scheme, Grey one has a knife and a legacy to live up to, Brown one specializes in C L A M P, Orange one is hardcore.

Inspirations:

1. Bubblegum Crisis Hardsuits (I had various inspirations before, but seeing this anime really solidified what I want and what I didn’t want from this design, and gave me the idea to customize weapons and colors based on the wearers’ personalities.)

2. Evangelion Evas (There is very little cooler than the stance and the attitude these things radiate. Look at this duuuuuuuude. Inspired basic shape, as well as the idea of having an onboard AI helping with movement and coordination.)

3. M E T R O I D (I don’t think ANY power armor I EVER draw will be fully free from Metroid inspiration. I’ve been in love with this design ever since the tender age of 11 1/2 when I scrolled through Smash Melee’s roster of pokemon and marios and found a COOL ROBOT GUY. Mwah. Iconic. Lovely.)

#Time Knights #The Forest Of Daggers #scifi #power armor #concept

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Gabriel’s Lament was awesome, but what would happen if Adrien made the Wish under those circumstances? Most stories have Marinette lose one or both of her parents. Would that happen here?

Well, you all wanted a bad ending to Duplicity, right? This would be that.

Adrien decides that making the Wish and bringing back his Mom won’t be bad if HE does it. So he betrays Ladybug and makes the Wish, figuring it’d solve all their problems.

After all, no dead Mom means no villain Dad. No villain Dad means no Hawk Moth terrorizing Paris. Nobody gets akumatized. No need for heroes. Nobody in danger. Marinette can live a normal and happy life. It’d be safer and better for everyone. And he can make it up to her. He will make it up to her, he swears. Even if she doesn’t remember.

So he makes the Wish.

It works. His mother is alive. His father never becomes Hawk Moth. His family is happy and whole. Everything’s good, right?

Except...

Mom being alive means Adrien never had reason to try and rebel to go to school. So many of his friends don’t know who he is.

It’s fixable, he figures. He just has to convince his parents to let him go so he can meet them all over again.

But when he gets there...they aren’t the same either.

Ivan and Mylene aren’t together. Nathaniel is withdrawn and keeps to himself. Alix gets into fights. Kim continues to show off and do things without thinking. Alix is more guarded and prone to fights. Max doesn’t know how to talk to people. Juleka dresses in high end clothing and always looks miserable. Rose is sadder and her attempts to help her friend go nowhere. Nino is distracted and not open to friendship with Adrien despite his attempts. Alya is new, but with her attitude, she’s Chloe’s favorite target. Sabrina is still her usual self.

And Marinette is nowhere to be found.

Oh. There are also akumas.

To Adrien’s horror, while his father isn’t Hawk Moth, someone else is. Only whomever this new Butterfly villain is, they’re much better at it than his father ever was, because akuma attacks are happening more regularly and lasting longer. In addition, this Butterfly user is able to have several akumas active at once without the need of becoming Scarlet Moth. The akumas also aren’t defeated nearly so easily and the damage from the battles isn’t so easily undone. Several people have vanished without reason.

Marinette is feared to be one of them.

There is no Ladybug. And until Adrien showed up, there was no Chat Noir.

There is also no sign of Master Fu. And the Miracle Box is missing.

There are heroes, but they are struggling. Even though one of them is older and not bound by a time limit, which is probably their one saving grace.

In the midst of the latest akuma attack, Adrien discovers that his mother is that hero.

Desperate to protect her, he tries to jump into the fray.

And is immediately slammed down by an unexpected enemy. But still someone very familiar to him.

Standing above him is Viperion.

Or at least he would have been Viperion in another lifetime.

Here, he was an akuma.

“What’s this, lady mine? A little kitten’s lost his way?”

Viperion was an akuma. Smirking down at him as he lay helpless, eyes gleaming as he looked Adrien over like he was prey.

Adrien froze at the realization.

This Butterfly User had akumatized Miraculous wielders under his control.

This meant that the Butterfly User had at least some of the other Miraculous. Maybe even the entire Miracle Box.

But that wasn’t the worst part.

No, the worst part was the giggle that made Adrien’s blood go cold.

“Aww. Poor kitty.”

There. On Viperion’s shoulder sat a little figure. Only inches high, courtesy of the Mouse Miraculous. And looking dull and grey, bearing a short cape that covered her shoulders. The only spot of color were her vibrant purple eyes.

She laughed. “Doesn’t he know cats are supposed to land on their feet?”

He...he knew that laugh.

He knew those eyes.

Her...

An akuma.

He gasped.

“Marinette?”

#ml au #adrien's lament #Gabriel's Lament #ml angst #bad end #adrien agreste #akumatized marinette #akumatized luka #ml sad #bad things happen #bad timeline

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My 75 Favorite Albums of 2020

Every year produces excellent music and 2020 was no exception. The exceptional thing about this year, though, is the loss of livelihood so many musicians suffered as a result of the pandemic. To better celebrate all I’ve listened to and loved this year, I’ve expanded my albums list from 50 to 75 albums and included a highlight track from each in the Spotify playlist below. If you like what you hear, why not throw the artist a few dollars on Bandcamp?

Check the Spotify playlist HERE.

Without further ado, my favorite albums of 2020. Happy New Year, and happy listening!

10. Playboi Carti - Whole Lotta Red: Carti’s long-awaited opus has only been out for a week, which is probably not a long enough time to give an album as sprawling and surprising as this one a full critical evaluation. But I do know when I’m hearing something that’s unlike anything I’ve ever heard: this album rearranges hip-hop at the molecular level.

Whole Lotta Red is overstuffed with invention, the glitchy, expansive production giving Carti ample opportunity to glom onto the contours of the beat and experiment with his voice. That voice is the album’s main attraction: it squeaks, it squeals, it roars, it spits, it shudders, and organizes itself into irresistibly ignorant mantras (my current favorite is “Lamborghini parked outside, it’s purple like lean”).

Across its 24 tracks (which feels like too many, sure, but only the 5-minute long Kid Cudi-infected droner “Metamorphosis” overstays its welcome), Carti plays with listener expectations, annihilating rap songwriting conventions (why do you need verse-chorus structure if every line is a hook) as he defiantly proclaims his desire to be unlike anybody else. Though it bears some resemblance in sound and subject matter to Future’s Monster (and much of the production owes a debt to the work of Lil Uzi Vert’s favored Working Of Dying collective), Whole Lotta Red firmly establishes Carti as a totemic figure connecting mainstream and underground sounds.

9. BbyMutha - Muthaland: BbyMutha is a natural born spitter, armed with a drawly stutter-stepping flow that routinely annihilates unconventional instrumentals. She glows with supreme confidence and comfort in her own skin, especially when she’s dripping with disdain with those who’d dare refuse her the respect she deserves. A 25-track opus that earns every minute of its runtime, Muthaland is an engrossing immersion into Mutha’s world, balancing a fascination with the occult (“Sorry I don’t fuck with n****s who don’t fuck with Satan”) with grounding interjections from close friends and her four children. Boasting rockstar fantasies like “Heavy Metal,” bad girl anthems like “Nice Guy,” and dancefloor-ready jams like “Cocaine Catwalk,” Muthaland is a tour-de-force by one of rap’s singular voices, and if she’s really finished with music as she’s claimed (rappers never really retire, but Mutha has indicated she wants to focus full time on her Apothecary), the game will greatly miss her incisive punchlines and crudely empowering perspective.

8. Westerman - Your Hero Is Not Dead: In 2020, Mid-’80s sophistipop grew into one of my favorite comfort foods. Westerman’s Your Hero Is Not Dead struck me directly in the sophistipop sweet spot, evoking the attention-to-detail and synth-heavy craftsmanship of that era and pairing it with harmonic complexity and a piercing emotionalism that recalls his idol Neil Young. On songs like “Blue Comanche” and “The Line,” Westerman constructs tales as twisty as his melodies, economically exploring how people relate to each other at the beginning and end of romantic relationships. Westerman complements his tasteful palette of synth sounds with intricate and lyrical guitar playing, most notably on the sighing, gorgeous instrumental “Float Over,” which softly segues into the title track to end the album on a gently-rising high note.

7. WizKid - Made In Lagos: The focal point of the sub-Saharan Afrobeats renaissance, Lagos is having one of the most exciting musical moments of any city since Kingston in the early ‘70s. WizKid is one of the scene’s biggest stars, with an ability to combine the sonic tapestry of his hometown with Caribbean-influenced beats and vocal styles. Made In Lagos is a masterwork of sound design, bringing creamy bass, chicken-scratch speckles of guitar, tasteful interjections of saxophone and brass, and an intoxicating mix of acoustic and electronic percussion, all offered in service to an immaculate vibe that matches the album cover’s shiny, monochromatic color scheme. Made with lockdown in mind, the album eschews uptempo dancefloor workouts in favor of stress-relief and romance. WizKid plays the perfect host, tamping down his melodic flights of fancy and embracing a song-serving smoothness. He’s a warm and inviting presence throughout, laying out the red carpet for a cross-continental cast of collaborators like H.E.R., Skepta, Burna Boy, and Damian Marley. The result is a truly global pop masterpiece, capable of brightening even the dourest day of a miserable year.

6. Ka - Descendants of Cain: Firefighter by day and rapper/producer by night, Ka is a master of allusion. He organizes his thoughts into themed collections of metaphor, illustrating the bleak realities of street life with gnomic symbolism. On Descendants Of Cain, Ka’s strongest work to date, the enigmatic rapper expresses himself through a litany of biblical references, drawing parallels between ancient parables (he goes far deeper than the Cain/’caine double entendre that rappers have been using for decades) and the stark code of morality with which he lives his life. The 48-year-old hermit produced the project himself, creating an immersive sonic realm, crafting expansive, noir-ish backing tracks populated by late-night saxophones, sparkling pianos, and the occasional shot of sweeping strings. Once again, Ka’s music comes almost entirely without drums (certainly without “beats” in the traditional hip-hop sense–every once in a while, he adds an open hi-hat or a subdued shaker), the artist preferring to let his music swirl around his half-whispered words of wisdom. The album ends on a tearful, sentimental note with “I Love (Mimi, Moms, Kev),” in which the artist ditches the biblical lyrical conceit and expresses his love for his wife, his mom, and his best friend atop light percussion and a warm soul sample.

5. SAULT - Untitled (Rise): Rise is the second part of a diptych that SAULT recorded in response to the movement that exploded in the wake of George Floyd’s death. Black Is, the first part, is a great album (you’ll find it in the lower reaches of my 2020 list), but the mysterious UK collective fulfilled their immense potential with Rise, a propulsive, powerful, and danceable album that doubles as a thought-provoking examination of the nature of freedom and liberation. The album tackles weighty topics–police violence, fake-woke “allies,” protest, cultural appropriation–but handles them with an inspiring effervescence and a propulsion meant to usher right-thinking people into the streets. The music itself is an intoxicating marvel, combining elements from every trendy musical movement from the early ‘80s (post-disco, post-punk, house, hip-hop, whatever the hell ESG was) into a percussive and surprisingly cohesive cocktail. The album immediately makes its greatness known with its first four songs, one of the strongest opening runs of any album in recent memory: the swaggering, funky, keep-your-head-up anthem “Strong,” which features a drum solo from SAULT architect Inflo, the soaring, club-ready vamp “Fearless,” concept-establishing, string-heavy interlude “Rise,” and especially “I Just Want to Dance,” the best song ESG never wrote.

4. Fiona Apple - Fetch The Bolt Cutters: Fetch The Bolt Cutters arrived with the kind of universal acclaim that can make some people suspicious. The Pitchfork review got a lot of attention, not just for its perfect score but for its bold statement that “no music has ever sounded quite like it.”

That statement might’ve been slightly hyperbolic. Fetch The Bolt Cutters has the kind of propulsive left-hand piano figures, chest-thumping percussion, and impassioned vocal performances that we haven’t heard since...the last Fiona Apple album. But the album deserves its experimental reputation. These songs mess around with song structure and melody in ways that resemble avant-garde singers like Meredith Monk, use overlapping vocals that occasionally evoke the works of post-modern composers like Luciano Berio, and echoing modernist composers like Edgard Varese in the way she wrings pathos out of rhythmic elements.

Though Fetch might be a slight step down from The Idler Wheel, it’s an invigorating listen, packed with the soul-baring confessionals that only Fiona is capable of executing. Combining literary wordplay with plainspoken directness, Fiona forces the listener to confront her trauma and contemplate her diagnoses of patriarchal ills. The songs are uniformly excellent–especially opener “I Want You To Love Me,” the most “traditional” song on the record, and “Shameika,” a burrowing childhood rumination with a happy ending–but Fetch The Bolt Cutters stands out to me as a collection of amazing moments: when the jig-like “For Her” fades into an unforgettably painful cadence (“Good mornin’, good mornin’/You raped me in the same bed your daughter was born in”), Fiona’s ground-shaking vocal intensity at the end of “Newspaper,” her dogs howling over the outro of “Fetch The Bolt Cutters,” the winking repetition of the title phrase on “Ladies.” Her albums display more than enough ambition to forgive the long gestation periods, but hopefully we won’t have to wait another 8 years for Fiona to bare her soul once again.

3. Drakeo The Ruler - Thank You For Using GTL: Embroiled in a Kafkaesque legal saga that shines a light on the worst aspects of our horrendous justice system, Drakeo The Ruler spent more than three years wrongly incarcerated for a crime he not only did not commit, but for which he was acquitted (for more info on Drakeo’s ordeal, read Jeff Weiss). He’s now mercifully a free man, mostly due to the work of his lawyer, but at least partially because of publicity generated by Thank You For Using GTL. Recorded over the phone from prison during the height of the pandemic, it’s a miracle that an album created under such sub-optimal conditions sounds as excellent as it does, but credit producer JoogSzn–who not only supplied the creeping, head-nodding backing tracks but recorded Drakeo’s phoned-in vocals–and engineer MixedByNavin for the project’s astonishing fidelity. Drakeo and Joog spent hours on the phone to record the album, in the process paying thousands of dollars to GTL, the predatory telecom company of choice for the L.A. corrections system, whose mechanical interjections serve as a constant reminder of the injustice that made the album necessary. Of course, a good story is a good story, but that alone doesn’t get an album on 2020’s most prestigious Best Albums list (mine). It’s a classic rap album, perhaps the best ever released by an incarcerated rapper, and a thumb directly in the nose of the D.A. and the LAPD. The album is a lyrical marvel, packed with winding wordplay and outlandish flexes, as Mr. Mosley takes aim at 6ix9ine, cackles at sorry-ass Instagram haters, and sneers at American-made cars (“To be honest, a Hellcat isn’t a foreign”). Each song has a carefully considered concept, the rapper’s punchlines building upon one another to make an airtight case for his status as L.A.’s top dog. He contrasts his own whip-crashing lifestyle with flashy wannabes on “GTA VI” and “Backflip or Sumn,” mourns a favorite department store on “RIP Barneys,” and proves he still doesn’t rap beef on “Maestro’s Tension.” The album’s masterstroke comes with “Fictional,” the final track, in which Drakeo exposes the prosecution’s use of his lyrics as evidence in criminal proceedings as the farce it is: “It might sound real, but it’s fictional/I love that my imagination gets to you.” Drakeo’s story was a rare bright spot in 2020, and a rare one with a happy ending. Just last week, the rapper released Because Y’All Asked, a studio-recorded version of Thank You For Using GTL, giving the album’s songs the clarity they deserve. But I think I’ll mostly return to the original, which will live on as an excellent album and a vital document of post-George Floyd America.

2. Pa Salieu - Send Them to Coventry: Hailing from the middle of nowhere–or, more accurately city in the English Midlands only known in the states for its middling Premier League team–Gambian-British artist Pa Salieu served up the most distinctive, visceral, and daring rap debut of the year. His style fuses elements of grime, drill, afro-trap, dancehall, and the darker edges of U.S. hip-hop into a percussive slurry, injected with the urgency of his struggle to survive. The magic of the album comes from the way Pa’s fluid flows interact with the shimmering and foreboding production (Felix Joseph and Aod lead the cast of the project’s sound architects), which is perfectly suited for cold city nights. He slips effortlessly into the pocket, toe-tagging the beats with a combination of aggression and trance-like meditation and uttering casually powerful pronouncements (“I'd make a killa riddim offa any riddim/The grind can never stop 'til I'm wrapped in linen”) that make you believe he’s Britain’s next great rapper. Pa keeps the vibe consistent throughout, but the moments that stand out are the moments when he locks into an unbreakable groove over no-frills production, like on singles “Block Boy,” “Betty,” and “B***K.” The artist’s wry sense of humor and brash confidence keeps the album from feeling bleak, but Send Them To Coventry wisely ends on “Energy,” a warm and bright ode to keeping your creative spark safe from the prying forces of fame and fortune.

1. Kassa Overall - I Think I’m Good: “I think I’m good”–a phrase that’s ran through my head throughout this shitstorm of a year. Sure, I postponed a wedding, cancelled trips, and saw my friends and family much less often than I would like, but I count myself among the lucky ones. Still breathing, still sane. Though it was recorded and released before the pandemic started, Kassa Overall’s I Think I’m Good became a lodestar of sorts for me. It’s a brilliantly introspective and deeply personal album about existing in enclosed spaces–whether a jail cell, an NYC subway car, or the inescapable prison of your own body.

Kassa Overall made his name as a jazz drummer, touring with icons like Geri Allen, but his solo music incorporates elements of hip-hop, classical, and trap to create a wholly original milieu. The album features contributions from over 30 accomplished voices, ranging from luminary Vijay Iyer, to Kassa’s saxophonist brother Carlos Overall, to virtuosic pianist Sullivan Fortner, to venerated activist Angela Davis. But all the disparate elements come together in service of Kassa’s deeply personal and engrossing vision.

Taking partial inspiration from Kassa’s struggle with manic depression, the music fluctuates between meditative calm and unbearable tension, mimicking the patter of an unquiet mind. Album opener “Visible Walls,” is a mesmerizing prayer for salvation soundtracked by fluttering harps, piercing woodwinds, and heartbeat percussion. “Find Me” buries a plea for help within a cacophony of sampled voices and rattling piano notes. Fortner’s piano guides us through the hauntingly devastating “Halfway House” and the Chopin-indebted “Darkness In Mind,” each highlighting a different stage of grief (despair and acceptance, respectively). The arc of I Think I’m Good concludes with the hopeful “Got Me A Plan” and “Was She Happy (For Geri Allen),” a Vijay Iyer-assisted tribute to his late friend and mentor.

It’s ironic that an album that so deeply explores the feeling of isolation vibrates with such a collaborative spirit. I Think I’m Good feels like an answered prayer–a community coming together to check on a beloved friend who’s gone through a tough time: “You good, man?” “I think so.”

Here’s the rest of my list.

11. Yves Tumor - Heaven To A Tortured Mind 12. Shackleton & Waclaw Zimpel - Primal Forms 13. Bob Dylan - Rough & Rowdy Ways 14. Duval Timothy - Help 15. Lil Uzi Vert - Eternal Atake 16. Moodymann - Taken Away 17. Secret Drum Band - Chuva 18. J Hus - Big Conspiracy 19. Headie One & Fred Again - GANG 20. Tiwa Savage - Celia 21. Andras - Joyful 22. Bill Callahan - Gold Record 23. King Von - Welcome To O’Block 24. Flo Milli - Ho, Why Is You Here? 25. Chubby & The Gang - Speed Kills 26. Madeline Kenney - Sucker’s Lunch 27. Empty Country - Empty Country 28. Smino - She Already Decided 29. Destroyer - Have We Met 30. Yves Jarvis - Sundry Rock Song Stock 31. Ela Minus - Acts Of Rebellion 32. Creeper - Sex, Death & The Infinite Void 33. Alabaster DePlume - To Cy & Lee: Instrumentals, Vol. 1 34. Good Sad Happy Bad - Shades 35. The 1975 - Notes On a Conditional Form 36. Kate NV - Room For The Moon 37. $ilkmoney - Attack of the Future Shocked, Flesh Covered, Meatbags of the 85 38. Eddie Chacon - Pleasure, Joy and Happiness 39. Kenny Segal & Serengeti - Ajai 40. Bad Bunny - YHLQMDLG 41. Kahlil Blu - DOG 42. Califone - Echo Mine 43. Boldy James - The Price of Tea in China/Manger On McNichols/The Versace Tape 44. Bufiman - Albumsi 45. Moses Boyd - Dark Matter 46. Thanya Iyer - KIND 47. Jyoti - Mama You Can Bet! 48. Obongjayar - Which Way Is Forward? 49. Rio Da Yung OG - City On My Back 50. Young Jesus - Welcome To Conceptual Beach 51. Owen Pallett - Island 52. Oceanator - Things I Never Said 53. Shootergang Kony - Red Paint Reverend 54. Shabason, Krgovich & Harris - Philadelphia 55. Six Organs of Admittance - Companion Rises 56. Lido Pimienta - Miss Colombia 57. Kelly Lee Owens - Inner Song 58. Polo G - The GOAT 59. Actress - Karma & Desire 60. Phoebe Bridgers - Punisher 61. Porridge Radio - Every Bad 62. Yg Teck - Eyes Won’t Close 63. Mozzy - Beyond Bulletproof 64. Ratboys - Printer’s Devil 65. R.A.P. Ferreira - Purple Moonlight Pages 66. Ulver - Flowers of Evil 67. Rina Sawayama - SAWAYAMA 68. SAULT - Untitled (Black Is) 69. Ezra Feinberg - Recumbent Speech 70. Davido - A Better Time 71. Hailu Mergia - Yene Mircha 72. HAIM - Women In Music Pt. III 73. Half Waif - The Caretaker 74. Key Glock - Yellow Tape 75. KeiyAa - Forever Your Girl

#kassa overall #pa salieu #drakeo the ruler #fiona apple #sault #ka #wizkid #westerman #playboi carti #bbymutha

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felis-felicis · 3 years

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❤️ - Does my muse believe in true love?

📚- What’s my muse’s favorite book?

🎞 - What’s my muse’s favorite movie?

💘 - How long does it take my muse to tell her boy/girlfriend they love them?

✏️ - Is my muse right or left handed?

🗣 - Does your muse speak more than one language and if so, which one(s)?

🎓 - Did my muse graduate high school? Did my muse graduate college, where?

🐕 - Is my muse a cat or dog person?

🌹 - What is my muse’s favorite flower?

❄️ - What is my muse’s favorite season?

🔢 - Does my muse have a lucky #?

🎶 - What is my muse’s theme song?

🥃 - What is my muse’s favorite drink?

🍰 - What is her cake flavor of choice?

💍 - Does my muse want to get married?

🤰🏼 - Does my muse have/want kids?

☔️ - Does she prefer rain or snow?

🎤 - Can my muse sing? If they can sing, can they sing well and what it’s like?

😫 - What scares my muse the most?

🎹 - Can they play any instruments?

🚘 - What car does my muse have?

🎉 - What is my muse’s birthday?

💌 - Have they ever written a love letter? If they have, who did they write it for?

😤 - What is my muse’s pet peeve?

💤 - How many hours does my muse typically sleep and do they have any sleep disorders when it comes to sleeping?

🚼 - How many kids does my muse want? What genders, if preferential?

🤒 - What makes my muse feel better when they are sick and why is that?

🙏🏻 - Is my muse a religious person?

👩🏻‍🦰 - Has my muse ever dyed their hair?

👠 - Does my muse wear heels or flats?

📖 - What grades does my muse get in school (or what did they get in school?)

👫 - What sort of relationship did/does my muse have with their parents? Why?

💐 - Is my muse a hopeless romantic?

🌤 - What time does my muse get up?

🍎 - What is my muse’s favorite fruit?

👚 - What is my muse’s favorite color?

👑 - Does my muse like jewelry and if they do, what’s their favorite type?

👰🏻 - Have they ever been married before?

🤬 - Does my muse ever cuss at all?

🌱 - Is my muse allergic to anything?

🍽 - What is my muse’s favorite food?

For Raven from Sam @ourwrittenstories (I couldn't remember what verse omg so I picked Bonnie and Clyde):

❤️ - Does my muse believe in true love?

Very much so, Raven is a romantic at heart. Despite his hard outer shell he's always wanted to be loved and love someone in return.

📚- What’s my muse’s favorite book?

Romeo and Juliet by Shakespeare, original Russian translation

🎞 - What’s my muse’s favorite movie?

The Lost Boys!

💘 - How long does it take my muse to tell her boy/girlfriend they love them?

Like every moment of every day!

✏️ - Is my muse right or left handed?

Right handed

🗣 - Does your muse speak more than one language and if so, which one(s)?

Raven grew up with Russian as a first language but now he speaks English too and a little Romanian.

🎓 - Did my muse graduate high school? Did my muse graduate college, where?

Raven's parents were working class immigrants and, when he was young, his dad was in and out of jail so Raven had to have a job straight out of high school to help out. College was pretty much a pipe dream.

🐕 - Is my muse a cat or dog person?

Dog person for sure! But Raven loves all animals, except snakes. He's afraid of snakes lol

🌹 - What is my muse’s favorite flower?

Raven doesn't really like flowers so I picked an herb? He likes Rosemary.

❄️ - What is my muse’s favorite season?

Summer because Sam wears g-strings all the time and it's titties out season.

🔢 - Does my muse have a lucky #?

Raven likes the number 3

🎶 - What is my muse’s theme song?

Bad and Boujee by Migos and Lil Uzi Vert

🥃 - What is my muse’s favorite drink?

Pino Noir bc he fancy

🍰 - What is her cake flavor of choice?

Doesn't like cake either!

💍 - Does my muse want to get married?

He only wants to marry Sam, no one else.

🤰🏼 - Does my muse have/want kids?

He's not really sure, before he met Sam it was a hard no since he never wanted another him in the world. Now when he thinks that other half would be Sam he wants to reconsider.

☔️ - Does she prefer rain or snow?

Snow

🎤 - Can my muse sing? If they can sing, can they sing well and what it’s like?

Raven can NOT sing but he enjoys it even though he can't carry a tune

😫 - What scares my muse the most?

Losing Sam, snakes, heights

🎹 - Can they play any instruments?

When he was a kid his mom made him take piano lessons at church and in high school he played drums and bass guitar

🚘 - What car does my muse have?

He has one Jeep Wrangler and an Indian Motorcycle, he uses the motorcycle way more than the car

🎉 - What is my muse’s birthday?

November 1st, my Scorpio king

💌 - Have they ever written a love letter? If they have, who did they write it for?

not yet

😤 - What is my muse’s pet peeve?

bad manners, Raven was raised with pretty impeccable table manners and it bothers him when people chew with their mouths open

💤 - How many hours does my muse typically sleep and do they have any sleep disorders when it comes to sleeping?

Before a job like 5, after like 10. he has a hard time falling to sleep but sleeps soundly once he's out.

🚼 - How many kids does my muse want? What genders, if preferential?

Honestly Raven never thought he'd have kids so he doesn't really care so long as they're healthy

🤒 - What makes my muse feel better when they are sick and why is that?

he likes his socks warmed up in the dryer and ginger ale because those were both things his mom did for him when he was sick from school

🙏🏻 - Is my muse a religious person?

His family is Russian Orthodox Catholic but Raven isn't religious

👩🏻‍🦰 - Has my muse ever dyed their hair?

In his early twenties Raven bleached his hair and his eyebrows. It was...certainly a choice.

📖 - What grades does my muse get in school (or what did they get in school?)

Raven was average and slacking

👫 - What sort of relationship did/does my muse have with their parents? Why?

VERY close to his parents, especially his mom

💐 - Is my muse a hopeless romantic?

for sure! Raven was planning his own wedding when he was 10 and the other boys were shooting each other with nerf guns

🌤 - What time does my muse get up?

As late as possible but usually 10am

🍎 - What is my muse’s favorite fruit?

Pomegranates

👚 - What is my muse’s favorite color?

Purple and black

👑 - Does my muse like jewelry and if they do, what’s their favorite type?

Raven loves bracelets and rings, he's always wearing them and each has a meaning for a person/place that he loves.

👰🏻 - Have they ever been married before?

Nope he was Adam's wife in prison but that doesn't count

🤬 - Does my muse ever cuss at all?

A lot

🌱 - Is my muse allergic to anything?

Peanuts!

🍽 - What is my muse’s favorite food?

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vgckwb · 4 years

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ML: Are They Worthy? Chapter 40: Stressed to the Nines!/Seamstress

Courtney had woken up Thursday morning. She took a shower, brushed her teeth, did her make-up, and got dressed. Her usual outfit was a green dress, black leggings, white chunky heels, and her brown headband that sit across her light brown hair. She looked in the mirror and saw a picture of her and her friends from college, smiled, and sighed.

She went to the kitchen and grabbed some pancakes that her step-dad had made. “And how’s my favorite designer today?” her step-dad said.

“Well, tomorrow’s the big exhibition” Courtney said. “I’m a little nervous.” She had recently taken an internship at Gabriel. It was a paid internship, but it wasn’t enough to live on her own just yet. Her mother and step-father allowed her to live with them until the internship was over. And she had hoped tomorrow would be that day.

“Well, I’m sure you’ll do just fine” her step-dad said.

“I don’t know… only a select few interns get a full-time position at Gabriel each year. I don’t want to screw it up” Courtney said.

Her mom and half-sister, Rose, entered the kitchen and got some pancakes of their own. “Morning Courtney!” Rose said in her usual cheery way.

“Morning Rose” Courtney said.

“Is something the matter, pumpkin?” her mom asked.

“She’s just worried about the exhibition tomorrow” her step-dad said.

“Courtney, you’re an excellent designer. I’m sure you’ll get the job” her mom said.

“Yeah Courtney. You’re very talented and very smart” Rose chimed in.

Courtney smiled. “Yeah. I guess I’m just overthinking things.” She continued to eat her breakfast.

“Hey mom. Dad. Could I get my hair done for my school’s exhibition tomorrow?” Rose asked. “I told Juleka I could already, but I forgot to ask…”

“Sure” her mom said.

“I don’t see why not?” Rose’s dad/Courthey’s step-dad said.

“Thank You!” Rose chimed, giving her mom a hug. Soon after, the four of them left for their day’s activities.

Courtney was at Gabriel HQ working on her design. “Nervous?” a voice asked. Courtney turned around and saw her mentor Julian. Julian had short, black, curly hair, light purple eyes, a maroon jacket and pants combo, a black shirt, and black shoes. He was just a regular employee at Gabriel, but he showed her the ropes when she first began here.

“Is it that obvious?” Courtney asked.

“Well, tomorrow is the big day. I’d be surprised if you WEREN’T nervous” Julian said.

Courtney sighed. “I just hope I do well.”

“You’re going to do great,” Julian said, putting his hands on her shoulders. Courtney blushed. “When I was in your position two years ago, I had half of the raw talent you’ve shown. You’ll get the job just fine.”

“Thanks…” Courtney said. She had promised herself that if she did manage to get a position she would ask Julian out. She needed to be confident. For herself AND Julian.

That afternoon, Gabriel himself showed up. He inspected the floor where the designs would be shown. One of the managers went up and talked to him. “Are you ready sir?”

“I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t” Gabriel said

“Alright. OK! Everyone listen up!” the manager said. “Mr. Agreste is here to give some words of encouragement to our interns and make sure everything runs smoothly! Remember, he is not to see the designs until they are ready, so I hope every intern has their workstation covered!” Courtney did. She couldn’t wait until tomorrow to show Gabriel what she had.

“Thank you” Gabriel said, dryly. All eyes turned to him. “As you know, it is time of our yearly assessment of our interns! We will see if their time spent here at Gabriel has improved their skill! This year’s batch of interns has been exceptional! I am expecting great things!” Courtney figured that he said that same thing every year, but part of her still loved hearing it. What came next, however, was something she didn’t want to hear.

“Unfortunately, I might not be there tomorrow!” Gabriel continued.

What?

“My son is participating in an exhibition his school is hosting! I recently have been trying to be more active in my son’s life! There is a chance I might skip out on this event for that!”

This isn’t boding well.

“However, I will be sending someone over to get their thoughts and taking pictures! I will look over them and make my decisions then!”

No no no NO!

“I haven’t made up my mind yet! So keep on your toes! If I’m not here that doesn’t mean you can slack off either! Dismissed!” Gabriel left.

Courtney was on the verge of tears. Everyone else was confused, but clapped anyway. After Gabriel left, everyone went back to work. Julian walked up to Courtney and asked “Are you OK?” Before Courtney could answer, she ran to the bathroom, tears streaming down her face.

She locked herself in one of the stalls. Why? She thought. Why me? Why this year? Why can’t Gabriel see my designs as soon as possible? Does he hate us? Did I do this all for nothing?

Meanwhile, in Hawk Moth’s lair, Hawk Moth felt her woes. “Ah. Someone nervous trying to win over her boss. But now, he won’t even show up! What a pity. And what perfect prey for my Akumas. Fly away, my little Akuma, and evilize her!”

The Akuma flew into the bathroom and fused to Courtney’s hairband. “Hello Seamstress. I am Hawk Moth. Your boss doesn’t want to see your creation that you’ve spent weeks on? Well, I’m giving you the power to give someone their perfect outfit in a matter of seconds, so that no matter where he goes, he can’t HELP but see your designs! All I want in return is Ladybug and Cat Noir’s miraculous!”

“They’ll be the perfect accessories for you, Hawk Moth!” Courtney said. The purple-black aura swallowed her and she turned into Seamstress.

Seamstress left the women’s bathroom and found Julian waiting outside. “Courtney?” he asked.

“Nope!” she said. She threw her needle and tied Julian up. “Seamstress.” She pulled the thread back and turned Julian into a mannequin sporting a green suit with yellow tails. “I always thought green was a better color for you.” She gave the Julian mannequin a kiss and then flew around the office changing some other people, and then decided to attack Paris at large.

Her first stop was at the school. She went through each room, turning others into mannequins with an outfit of her choosing. Once she was done, she decided to leave. She changed her mind when she saw Adrien. “Let’s see how Gabriel likes his son in one of my designs!”

She threw her needle, but Kagami saw it and pushed Adrien out of the way. “Adrien, look out!” The thread tied around Kagami. It wasn’t what she was expecting, but she made the most of it. She pulled the thread back and gave Kagami a red shirt with a blue coat, black pants, and black boots.

Seamstress kept looking around to find anyone else. “They aren’t here. Don’t waste your time here. Remember, the more victims you make, the more he’ll pay attention to you” Hawk Moth told her.

“Yes Hawk Moth” Seamstress said. She flew off.

Adrien, having watched what happened, decided it was time to spring into action. “What do you suppose that was about?” Plagg asked.

“It doesn’t matter right now!” Adrien said. “Plagg! Claws out!” He transformed into Cat Noir. “It’s time to hightail it!” Cat Noir followed Seamstress.

Vlad saw Seamstress fly through the city. He transformed as well. “Beyyo! Fangs Sharpen!” He chased Seamstress.

Eventually, he and Cat Noir were side by side. “Hey Judgement Wolf” Cat Noir said.

“Cat Noir” Judgement Wolf replied. “So, do you know this Akuma’s deal?”

“She can turn people into mannequins and change what they’re wearing” Cat Noir said.

“Noted” Judgement Wolf said.

Seamstress reached the Liberty. She saw the perfect opportunity to strike. She threw her needle and got Mylene. “MYLENE! What did you do to her?!” Ivan said.

Seamstress smiled. “I just designed her perfect outfit for running,” she said.

She looked over the scared crowd, designing possible outfits for each other them. That’s when she saw her half-sister. And she noticed as well “Courtney?” she said.

“I’m Seamstress now!” she said. “And there isn’t a person I can’t design for!”

“Everyone, RUN!” Luka called. Everyone left the ship and split up.

Ivan decided to carry Mylene’s mannequin. “Ever the gentleman” Seamstress said. She tied Ivan up and pulled the string. Ivan was now a mannequin with a black tank top, orange shorts, and running shoes. His platform was joined with Mylene’s, and the two were holding hands. “Perfect!”

“Now only if they were able to enjoy those clothes” Judgement Wolf said.

“Although, I do have to say, your stylistic choice is impeccable” Cat Noir said.

“Thanks kitty” Seamstress said. “I’ve got just the design for you. Although it requires you to ditch the ring. It just clashes with what I have in mind.”

“That’s OK. I think my outfit is puuur-fect just the way it is. Especially my ring” Cat Noir said.

“It wasn’t a question” Seamstress said. She threw her needle. Cat Noir dodged the thread, but Seamstress maneuvered the needle to scratch Cat Noir.

“OW! That stung!” Cat Noir said. How can father or Marinette deal with that when making clothes? Seamstress continued to strike, but Judgement Wolf blocked the needle with his sword.

When Marinette was alone, she found a place to hide. “Tikki! Sports on!” she transformed into Ladybug. She raced back to the Liberty and knocked the needle out of the way of Seamstress’s latest attack. “Sorry, but I won’t allow you to change anyone else’s clothes.”

“Ladybug! How ‘bout I give you a new outfit? Red is so last year!” Seamstress said.

“You’re one to talk!” Ladybug said. “White after Labor Day? Please.”

“Hey, you made a joke” Cat Noir said.

“I’ll admit, it is fun” Ladybug said. “But we have to focus. Lucky Charm! A record?” She recognized it as one Master Fu had. “I’ll be right back! Keep them busy!” Ladybug left.

Seamstress tried following Ladybug, but Cat Noir jumped on top of her and grounded her. “Sorry. No one gets in my lady’s way!”

Seamstress threw her needle and it hit a building. “How about a little cat walk?” she asked. She pulled the thread and jettisoned her and Cat Noir at the building. She managed to stop herself and throw Cat Noir against the building. Once Seamstress was flying again, she took off.

“Hey!” Judgement Wolf said, chasing after her. Cat Noir got up and followed soon after.

Marinette arrived at Master Fu’s. “Master! We need help!”

“Very well, Marinette!” Master Fu said. He opened the Miracle Box. “Marinette Dupain-Cheng, pick an ally you can trust to fight alongside you on this mission. Choose wisely; such powers are meant to serve the greater good. Once the mission is over you will retrieve the Miraculous from them.”

Marinette looked into the box. She grabbed the tiger miraculous, but she felt like she needed something else. “Ah. I know just the thing.” She grabbed the pig miraculous as well. “Thanks Master” Marinette said, running out.

Ladybug met up with Juleka. “Ladybug” Juleka said. She handed her the tiger miraculous. “Thanks!”

“You go on ahead. I need to find a new recruit” Ladybug said. Juleka nodded and went somewhere to transform. Ladybug went off in a different direction.

Seamstress was turning more people into mannequins. When she was about to hit someone else, Judgement Wolf knocked it out of the way. “You ruined my latest creation!” Seamstress said.

“Sew what?” Cat Noir said, jumping in.

“Really?” Judgement Wolf said. “That’s low hanging fruit, even for you.”

“Eh. Work with what you got” Cat Noir said. Seamstress kept flinging her needle at the two of them, and they kept blocking it.

Tigress jumped off the top of the building behind Cat Noir and Judgement Wolf and slammed Seamstress with her escrima sticks. “Tigress!” Cat Noir and Judgement Wolf said.

“Hope she didn’t wear you two down too much,” she said.

“Aw man. Why didn’t I think of that?” Cat Noir said. Seamstress got back up. “Heads up!” Seamstress attacked again and the three defended it.

Ladybug caught up with Rose. “Ladybug! You have to help. My sister has been Akumatized!”

“Your sister?” Ladybug said.

“Yes, and I don’t know what to do,” Rose said.

“I have an idea.” Rose looked intently at Ladybug. “Rose Lavillant. Here is the miraculous of the pig, which grants you the power of disruption. You will use it for the greater good. Once the job is over, you will return the miraculous to me. Can I trust you?”

Rose gain a look of confidence and nodded. She took the box and opened it and Daizzi appeared. He yawned and stretched. “It’s been a while since I’ve gone out. Young lady, do you think you can give me a good work out?”

“Of course I can” Rose said, excitedly, putting the miraculous on.

Daizzi smiled. “Then all you have to say is ‘Daizzi! Let’s Roll!’” he said.

“Daizzi! Let’s Roll!” Rose called. She transformed into a hero with a pink latex suit with black feet, pink domino mask with a black nose, brown shoulder pads, brown torso armor, a red band around the waist, a pair of tonfa, and a respirator that went across the bottom half of her face. The nose and mouth section looked like a pig’s snout, while the jawline looked like a pair of tusks. “Wow! This is AMAZING!”

“It never stops being amazing” Ladybug said. “Now let’s move!” The two heroes lept into action.

At the fight, Seamstress kept flinging her needle, and the heroes kept blocking it. It looked like Seamstress was going to get Tigress, but Rose’s hero form came in and knocked the needle out of the way with one of her tonfa, and jabbed Seamstress with the other, knocking her back.

“Wow!” Cat Noir said.

“A new hero?” Judgement Wolf said.

“Yup” Ladybug said.

Tigress was shocked. “Thanks” she said.

“It’s what heroes do” Rose’s hero form said.

Seamstress got up and asked “And just who are you?”

The hero looked directly at her and declared “My name is Hog Wild!”

“Cool” said Tigress.

“Thanks” Hog Wild said.

“Well Hog Wild, you look so Pretty in Pink! Let’s see what we can do!” Seamstress said. She threw her needle, but Hog Wild kept defending herself.

“Now that we’re all hear, let’s see what the plan is” Ladybug said. “Lucky Charm! A skateboard?” Ladybug looked around. She saw Seamstress’s headband, the path she was on, Hog Wild, Tigress, and the skateboard. “Got it! Tigress! Charge an anger-filled attack sound! Cat Noir! Judgement Wolf! Defend Tigress while she’s charging her attack! Hog Wild! Over Here!” Hog Wild came to Ladybug while the other heroes took their positions.

Ladybug whispered her plan into Hog Wild’s ear and Hog Wild said, “That’s a great idea!”

“Ready?!” Ladybug asked.

“You know it!” Hog Wild said. She jumped between the heroes defending Tigress and Seamstress. She lifted one of her tonfa in the air. An energy gathered around it. “Pig Sty!” she called. She twirled her tonfa and struck the ground with the charged part of it. The move caused the ground around Seamstress to curl up into a tunnel.

“You think this can stop me? I’ve made pantsuits in the dark!” Seamstress said. “You can’t stop me!” Ladybug threw the skateboard forward, ran up, and jumped on it. She skated her way into the tunnel as Seamstress threw her needle.

Ladybug dodged it by circling up the wall of the pipe-like structure. Once she was above Seamstress, she grabbed her hairband. She skated back down to the ground. She stopped and kicked the board up. “Tigress! Now!”

Seamstress threw her needle at Ladybug, but Tigress unleashed her attack. “Reverb!” The attack, combined with the echo chamber-like quality of the distorted walkway knocked Seamstress out of the tunnel and on to her face.

Ladybug broke the hairband in front of her, releasing the Akuma. “No more evildoing for you, little Akuma. Time to de-evilize! Gotcha! Bye Bye, little butterfly. Miraculous Ladybug!” The Ladybug turned everyone back into humans and gave them their original clothes back.

“My plans may have come undone tonight, but one day I will have you on pins and needles, Ladybug!” Hawk Moth cursed.

Courtney sat up. “What happened?”

The five heroes joined fists and said “Pound it!”

Ladybug, Tigress, and Hog Wild’s miraculous started to beep. “We should get going. Ladies.”

“Wait!” judgement Wolf interjected. “I’ll take Hog Wild, you take Tigress. If it’s all the same to you.”

Ladybug looked at Judgement Wolf and said “Sure.” Ladybug left with Tigress and Judgement Wolf left with Hog Wild.

“I should get back before Kagami gets worried about me” Cat Noir said. He left.

Ladybug and Tigress found someplace private. “Roaar! Hide Stripes!” She turned back into Juleka. “Thanks again, Ladybug.”

“Thank you” Ladybug said. Juleka ran back home.

Judgement Wolf and Hog Wild found a different hiding place. “You know why I’m doing this, right?”

“Of course” Hog Wild said. “I saw the interview. And I’m OK with it. Daizzi! Let’s Stop!” She turned back into Rose.

“Woah! I haven’t felt like that in a LOOOOOONG time!” Daizzi said. “Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it” Rose said.

“And by the way, don’t worry about this little test” Daizzi said. “He might not seem like it, but Beyyo’s a big ol’ softie. I’m sure that if you carry the same spirit into the test, you’ll be fine.”

“That’s for me to decide!” Judgement Wolf said.

“Oh yeah. How is Beyyo?” Daizzi asked.

“...Beyyo’s doing well” Judgement Wolf said.

“That’s good. I hope he’s getting enough sleep. You know, when he doesn’t have a holder, he waders around sleeplessly trying to find someone” Daizzi said.

“He’s sleeping well” Judgement Wolf said. “Thanks for your concern.”

“No problem” Daizzi said.

Rose gave back the miraculous. “Thanks” Judgement Wolf said.

“You’re welcome” Rose said. She grabbed her sister and headed back to the Liberty.

Kagami was looking for Adrien at the school. “Hey Kagami” he said, approaching her.

Kagami was shocked, turned around, and smiled. “I’m glad you’re alright.”

“I’m glad you’re alright too” he said. “Oops. I did it again.”

Kagami shook her head. “You’re just a concerned friend who saw your friend get turned into a statue. No need to apologize for it.” Adrien got a text. “What’s that?”

“Oh. That was Marinette. She’s wondering where I am and if I’m alright” Adrien said. He texted her back.

“OK” Kagami said. She smiled. The two walked out of the school.

Rose and Courtney met up with everyone else at the Liberty. “Hey…” Courtney said.

“Hey Courtney” Juleka said.

“Are you feeling alright?” Mylene asked.

“Yeah…” Courtney said.

“What happened, big sis?” Rose asked.

“...Well, I learned that my boss wasn’t coming in tomorrow,” Courtney said.

“Wait, isn’t that usually cause for celebration?” Ivan asked.

Courtney stood there silently. “You should tell them,” Rose said. “I know you told me not to because you didn’t want to be jinxed, but I’d say being Akumatized is worse than any jinx you can get.”

“...” Courtney sighed. “Fine. The truth is I’m an intern at Gabriel.” Everyone was shocked. “Tomorrow’s this big intern exhibition...to see if we can get full-time positions at the company. However, Gabriel said he might show up at your thing instead. I panicked. I thought that all of the work I had done, all of my struggles was for nothing…”

Marinette put her hand on Courtney’s “Don’t worry. I can talk to Gabriel” she said. She got her phone out.

“Wait, you KNOW Gabriel?” Courtney said.

“Yeah” Luka said. “She’s going out with his son.” Juleka smiled.

“I see…” Courtney said.

“I just got a text back!” Marinette said. “He says he’s found time to attend both!”

“Really?” Courtney said.

“That’s Great!” Rose said.

“Courtney!” Julian called out.

She turned around. “Julian?”

Julian caught up with her, and then caught his breath. “I’ve been looking for you all over.”

“You...have?” Courtney said.

“Yeah. You seemed so upset earlier. Then you turned into a super villain” Julian said. “But I’m glad you’re OK now.” Courtney averted her gaze. “So, mind if I take you home?”

“Uh, sure” Courtney said. “We should take my sister as well.”

“I thought she was your half-sister” Julian said.

“Yeah, well, we’re close like full sisters” Courtney said.

“I see” Julian said. “How ‘bout it Rose?”

“I’d like that,” Rose said. “Seeya everyone!” The three walked off.

“We should get going as well” Mylene said.

“Yeah” Ivan said. “See you tomorrow!” The couple left.

“I should go too. I wanna be well-rested for tomorrow” Marinette said. She left.

Luka smiled as he saw Marinette walk away. “You seem better” Juleka said.

“I’m not there yet, but I feel better after talking to Marinette” Luka said.

“Well, we should sleep. We have a big day ahead of us” Juleka said.

They went to their rooms and Luka hit play on his playlist. He usually listens to music to fall asleep, but his heartbreak playlist kept him up a little. He got up when “One Little Lie” by Simple Creatures started its chorus. He didn’t feel like he was lying to himself anymore about being OK, so that didn’t resonate with him.

He put on his Cheer Up Luka playlist. He felt better. He fell asleep during the chorus to “Weightless” by All Time Low. “Maybe it’s not my weekend, but it’s gonna be my year…”

Kagami got home and started playing her video game. For the first time, she didn’t imagine every enemy as all the worst parts about hrself, which usually manifested as herself trying to steal Adrien away from Marinette. She saw them as enemies. That made her smile.

Rose, Courtney, and Julian had arrived at Rose and Courtney’s house. “By the way, I saw the footage,” Julian said.

“What footage?” Courtney asked.

“I figured I need to pay you back” Julian said. He then planted a kiss on her lips. Courtney’s face was beat red. “So, date tomorrow? After the exhibition?”

Courtney was still in shock. “Uh, yes! Yes a lot!” she said. She then got embarrassed.

Julian just giggled. “See you then” he said, leaving.

“What just happened?” Courtney asked.

“Rose gave her a hug. “You just got asked out by JULIAN! I know how much you’ve been wanting to go out with him!”

Courtney looked down at Rose. She gave her a hug back and said “Yeah.”

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug fanfic #Marinette #Rose #Juleka #Adrien #Vlad #Luka #Ivan #Mylene #Gabriel #Kagami #Master Fu #Plagg #Daizzi

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genderfreezone · 5 years

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Do you like the Evil Within 2?

Yeah! Certainly not as much as the first one (i was not immune to being sad they left out fan favorites Jojo and Ruvik's Cube)

The rest of this post is me rambling about things i didnt like about the game, and then things i did like (most of my issues are how they treat the female characters tbh)

Its missing kind of the action-noir-gone-horrifically-wrong feel of the first game. The scare factor also suffers bc our player character has been through this before, hes a veteran at dealing with this crazy shit, it doesnt phase him anymore and by extension it doesnt phase the player. They really like tripled down on the Evil Corporation thing and both the intrigue and horror suffer for it.

This game did not drink its respect women juice (the first one didnt really either, case in point: Everything About Kidman) Sebastian is surrounded by 5+ female characters and only 2 of them survive (and one of them is his 7 year old daughter hes spent the whole game trying to rescue... and yet they never bothered to give her any kind of characterization or agency. A highly empathetic and supernaturally powerful little girl in a monster-infested hellscape?? HELLO???? Lily really had the potential to be the most interesting, sympathetic, and complex character--especially as she slowly lost her innocence--in the WHOLE GAME, but she was just sort of relegated to Plot Device McGuffin) The rest of the female supporting cast are killed off for Sebastian's Man Pain. In fact, THIS ENTIRE GAME IS CENTERED AROUND SEBASTIAN'S MAN PAIN. Torrez is a walking stereotype, shes literally just Vasquez from Aliens. Hoffman was the most likeable and believeable, except when it Turns Out She Was In Love With Liam Or Whatever (psst, guess what, i dont care. Also O'neal was kind of a dick anyway? I dont care x2)

And you know who i SUPER dont care about? Bland-White-Bread-And-Mayo-Sandwich Myra. Where's the no-nonsense firecracker of a police lieutenant Sebastian married? Not here, thats for sure. Her entire personality is "mother" and "worries about stressed-out husband". We got more characterization of Myra in seb's jornals from the first game, where she never even made a physical appearance! Horror media does this SO MUCH, women are either A. Sexy Lamp B. Hurts Men (Sexily) C. Mother or D. Innocent Virgin. It sucks. Do better.

The story lacked the "digging up old buried memories" and "theres more to this than meets the eye" of the first game. It felt too...... Straightforward. Everyone told Sebastian the truth. EVERYTHING WAS EXACTLY WHAT IT SEEMED. It all felt too simple, too easy, like there SHOULDVE been something else beneath the surface. And yet there wasnt. (I watched markipliers playthrough and i loved his theory that Kidman was actually Lily. It had such potential. Kidman's entire resume for the police station was fabricated, who's to say the rest of her past wasnt fabricated as well? It would retcon a lot of stuff and like 80% of her backstory from the DLC, but you know games like this arent above retconning important shit, and at least it wouldve been sacrificed for something with actual intrigue. Maybe it wouldnt even retcon anything! Consider: tiny Lily is taken by Evil Corporation and dropped off in a non-nurturing environment that would lead her to become the kind of person who would willingly join & work for an organization like Mobius. At least wouldve been a nice excuse for why Kidman and Lilys face models looked so similar... other than... yknow.... "WomEN ARe hArD tO DRaWwwwwee")

Okay okay ive been ranting for long enough. It probably makes it sound like i kinda hate this game, but i dont! It certainly doesnt hold the same place in my heart as the first one (which i still have very glaring issues with lmao Kidman deserved WAAAAAAY better), but i do like it! It brings back salty, grizzled, tsundere Sebastian Castinellos. It brings back spooky monsters that kill you dead. It brings back having a fun theatrical over-the-top villain who takes himself a litte too seriously.

I love Stefano. Probably not in the way some other fans do, but i love him as a ridiculous theatrical over-the-top villain. He sucks! And i love that he sucks! I love him BECAUSE he sucks! Hes terrible and exaggerated and completely up his own ass and ITS GREAT. He isnt as ACTUALLY THREATENING as Ruvik was (even in his bad assassin's creed cosplay. I could go on and on and on about why Ruvik is simultaneously a ridiculous AND frightening antagonist and how much i love it but uh..... maybe later) but hes such a FUN villain! Hes the kind of pretentious art snob shitheel i cannot STAND irl, but in this game i LOVE to HATE him. Hes just SO over-the-top you kinda wonder if he actually subscribes to the pretentiousness he spouts, or if hes just being Exceptionally Extra.

The other villains? Theodore was.... forgettable. His monsters were forgettable. (Its like how i completely forgot that Frank Manera was a character in Whistleblower for like... 5 years lmao i guess this game also kinda followed that "having multiple named/characterized antagonists in one game" thing that Outlast did) Myra, i just didnt care. Her final design was kinda cool, i liked the red clusters of insect eyes. Her monsters werent really gross enough to be memorable. The only reson theyre gross at all is bc they kinda look like theyre made of semen. (I checked the wiki and apparently Myra's white goo is "psychoplasm" and her monsters lost 99% of their gross factor. I just dont care.) The Administrator literally just looked like a 3D human model of Maxwell from dont starve, and i have to laugh every time i see him. Hes not terribly threatening, all he does is threaten characters to work faster and doesnt actually follow through on those threats. He doesnt even make fun threats like HABIT or anything. He thinks hes so powerful and ominous that his mere presence will frighten the player but hes just kinda all bark and no bite. Hes The Big Bad Company Man so you know hes gonna get whats coming to him, and you know Kidmans gonna be the one to do it to him, so hes not even that much of a threat. Hes whatever.

Stefano definitely got all of the coolest monsters. Many Arms Buzzsaw Lady was terrifying and i love her. And OBSCURA was just *Chef's Kiss* Anima was cool, she kinda looked like a mix of Laura and Samara. The Harbingers were neat, but really only bc ive got a thing for gas masks. The rest of the monsters werent really unique or weighty/threatening enough to be memorable. Now the first game is a fucking TREASURE TROVE of unique monsters *muah* you got Sadist, Sentinel, Keeper, Amalgam, Heresy, Laura, Shigyo, the Twins, Alter Egos, and im probably forgetting some!! But holy FUCK!!!!! And if we're includong the DLC?? MOTHER FUCKING SHADE. SPOTLIGHT LADY. LIGHT WOMAN. SEXY LEGS. Whatever you call her, i fucking love her. Her design is so simple. Helmet. Sheet. Legs. Her voice? Unnerving as hell. Love it. (Also i just personally love the diving helmet. Also like you know how a lot of games have a spotlight mechanic where you have to avoid the light and if it lands on you, you're fucked? LET'S MAKE AN ENTIRE MONSTER OUT OF THAT. She's PERFECT.) Oh and also those weird crawling exploding dudes. They made gross sounds and it was great. (Tbh Keepers still probably my favorite, if only for horny reasons)

TATIANA HOW HAVE I NOT FUCKING TALKED ABOUT TATIANA. Shes like the ONE female character that i fucking LOVE in the sequel. I love how they finally gave her a personality, and that personality is literally just "fuck you, Sebastian" Oh GOD its great shes SO FUNNY. I just.... god i love Tatiana lmao. I love how she makes you kinda uncomfortable too, like she knows something, but she wont tell you bc youre stupid. I didn't like the kind of "all-knowing guide" thing they did to try and make her creepy (like she's a "guide" but then also turns around and is like "no i wont tell you what you need to know bc you """have to discover it on your own""" or whatever") it serves no purpose since she never gave you any actual information, and it didn't succeed in making her creepier, all it did was frustrate me. She was at her creepiest when she IMPLIED she was doing something behind the scenes or knew something you didn't know and then didn't elaborate (not REFUSING to elaborate, just... stopping talking and leaving the statement to hang in the air, like the "getting her nails done" and "its been a long time, detective" and the "now what makes you say that" from the first game) and she was at her funniest when she was interacting with Sebastian from the sidelines, her snide little comments and sarcastic clapping cracked me the fuck up. Tatiana not treating Sebastian seriously was a fantastic touch for a game that otherwise would probably take itself so seriously it would double back around to being silly. Without Tatiana, it would've been just another male-centric gun-toting "survival horror" game, and for the most part, it was just that. She was definitely a much-needed source of slightly derisive comedy and a definite high-point for me, even if they didn't so a great job of making her creepy or fulfilling her "purpose."

Oh I also really love the COLORS in TEW2. The first game fell into the trap of having the colors be totally washed out that a lot of horror stuff does, but it also kind of worked for it. Especially with the color pallette of our main villain and how the whole thing was His World. The saturation of the colors in the second game is a breath of fresh air and gorgeous to look at, and you can even see the color motifs of the game change with each new villain: the game starts out with Stephano has lots of blues and purples and dark reds, when Theodore takes over we get bright orange and yellow contrasted with black and brown, and in the climax with Myra the game goes back to having washed out colors and white (and with her villain design? Let's face it: they were kinda just trying to do Ruvik again) We did get portions that were still kind of wahed out whites and greens and greys, but it wasnt the ENTIRE game, even the big blood-and-brains splatterhouse sections of the first game kinda had their colors weirdly muted for that "Horror Aethetic."

In conclusion, i do like the evil within 2, but i also had a lot of problems with it. And i complain about these problems because i like the game and know it couldve done better, tried harder, and been a LOT more than it was (the wasted character potential is my real overarching pet peeve, probably becuase i loved the characters in the first game, and character development is kind of my whole jam) . But all in all, it was still a fun monster-zombie romp with at least one entertaining villain and fun-to-look-at designs and environments. It wasn't character or horror or even REALLY story driven in the way I know it COULDVE been, but i still had a fun time and enjoyed myself.

#long post #875asks #anonymous #the evil within 2 #i couldnt put a readmore on a mobile post so you all have to suffer with me #my paragraph about stefano got cut out so i put it back in lol

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Lukanetteweek day 1 Music

So here’s my contribution to this week celebrating one of my favorite ships in MLB. Let’s see how this goes: Luka was happy he’d let his sister talk him into spending some time in her school’s art room. The idea had been to help Rose work on their band’s next song, but they both got a little sidetracked. Rose was in an animated debate with Alix about a stagedesign for their next gig and Luka... Well he was watching a certain blue eyed girl sketching away in her book. It was mesmerizing, and he found himself strumming along to her movements on his guitar. Gentle, determined, happy. Her tongue stuck out and her brow creased on hard parts. It looked so cute. She was completely oblivious to her surroundings. She was on what he thought was her third sketch when she suddenly grew displeased with her work. His music changed with her mood. Rough, hesitant, heavy. He decided she needed a break. “Is this spot free?” he asked kindly after walking over to her. “Bwaah!” Marinette exclaimed, throwing her arms up in panic, dropping her sketchbook and jumping away in a defensive position. Luka couldn’t help his chuckle. She’d really been in a world of her own. “Sorry about that. Didn’t mean to scare you,” he assured her as he bent down to pick up her book. “Oh, Luka! No problem,” she replied as she did the same. Neither realized what was happening until they butted heads halfway trough. “Ow!” they both exclaimed, Marinette shot up and rubbed her head. Luka picked up the notebook and did the same as he chuckled. “Sorry again,” he said earnestly as he handed her the book. To his delight she laughed it of as well. She had a nice laugh. “Not your fault. It happens to me all the time,” She confessed. She gestured for him to join her on her bench. “You looked like you could take a break,” he queried gently. Marinette nodded, the frustrated scowl back on her face. “I promised Rose I’d design a look for you guys, for your gigs. But I can’t seem to get your’s right.” She flipped trough the other designs. All were a nice mix of Black with a bright neon color for the details. For Rose it was hot pink, Juleka purple, Adrien had what her notes seemed to call ‘Chat green’, Ivan Yellow. He saw that his color was meant to be turquoise, matching his highlights. All his band members had catlike eyes somewhere on their outfit in said colors along with neon linings that highlighted the design. His page however was still mostly empty, except for the pair of eyes that headed it. The turquoise irises with vertical pupil looked amazing against the black background. But something seemed off about them. They weren’t oval like all the others had been. They were rounder. More snakelike than catlike. Then again maybe that was just because Mari had stopped drawing. “I don’t know why. All the others just came to me. And now I’m stuck. Rose’ll be so disappointed. I said I’d have the designs ready by now.” To his alarm Luka could hear her breathing accelerating as panic started to take hold of the girls heart. “She’ll hate me, and Juleka will hate me too because I made Rose upset. And then no one will ever ask me for anything again. Then no one will want to be around me anymore and I’ll be all alone again and I’ll deserve it because I lied to Rose while I knew this was important and I knew I might not make it, but she needs those outfits for the next gig and who knows if I’ll even be able to make them all? What made me think I could event do this? You’ll all look ridiculous and it’ll be my fault. What have I done?” Luka knelt in front of her and put two calming hands on her shoulders. “Breathe Marinette,” he instructed as he demonstrated the rhythm he wanted her to follow. Once she’d calmed down he offered her a reassuring smile. “The outfits you came up with look great. Rose will love them, and even if you can’t figure out what you want to do with mine today, she’ll understand. No one is going to hate you because of a creative block.” He flipped back a few pages to Adrien’s outfit. “With Adrien you put the eyes on his chest. And you did this cool thing with the neckline. Why?” She bit her lip and blushed a little as she hesitantly tried to put her thought process in words “Well I picked green as his accent because I thought it would go well with his eyes you know? And the colorsheme, black and green, reminded me of Chat Noir, so I guess I tried to channel him while drawing it. So I put the Paris skyline in the neckline and the eyes beneath it. To reflect the fact that Chat’s eyes are watching over the city... Which is silly because this is a band shirt not a chat noir themed clothingline...” Luka moved his hands to hers, which were fidgeting and probably about to tear up the page. “It’s great that you put so much thought in it though. And you know Adirien and the others a lot better than you know me. So it makes sense that it’s harder for you to make something for me. Hold on.” He pulled out his phone and flicked trough his recordings. He started the song he’d recorded yesterday, the one without lyrics. As the music started playing he put one earbud in her ear and another in his own so they could listen together. As they sat there enjoying the music he couldn’t help but notice how close he was to her. Right next to the girl that had inspired the song they were now both listening to. He felt his heart jump as he saw her relax and smile at the melody he’d written especially for her. He hadn’t expected to let her listen to it so soon, but here they were. The melody was a tale of a boy who loved a girl. It told about how he admired her and how he wanted her to be happy above all else. If there was any song he could use to let her know him more this was it. When the last notes of the song faded away like a lullaby, a promise to protect her forever, she took out the earbud and smiled at him. “That was amazing,” she breathed. Luka smiled. “Thanks. How do you feel?” He could see his question register and the light in her eyes brightened. Her happily sketching away was his only answer. He played along with her as his new outfit was taking shape on the paper. Happy notes full of life and passion drifted trough the room until it was time for him to join Rose to work on their new song. He had a few suggestions. day 2&3 day 4 part 1 Part 2 Day 5&6 Day 7

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