#COME INTO MY PARLOUR (IC MEMES)

[damnedrainbows]

“Shit, I’ve never been this sick in my life...or afterlife.”

[[ Vox for Al, as requested! From this meme || some possible context in case you want ideas for a potential scenario: Vox is just grumbling to himself, probably sitting somewhere, he hasn't even noticed Al has changed upon him...yet. Which alone says how ill he is x3 free reins to torment the picture box, btw! ]]

He hadn’t visited Brimstone Park in quite some time, but Niffty had been begging to go to her favorite ice cream parlour, and so the radio demon found himself dragged to the little striped canopy shop, and his jitterbug was getting more apple slime ball flavored melted cream on her apron than in her mouth.

It was his eager, ice cream sticky ladybug that had found herself at the picture box’s feet at first, blinking up at him. “Whoa, it’s Vox! I haven’t seen you in a lot of years.” Not since he and Al had their brutal falling out. “…You look half dead.”

Figuratively speaking anyway. Alastor had stiffened rigid at the realization, ears bending back with the turmoil of feelings he always felt rise when he saw his former friend. A turmoil of feelings he tried to convince himself was nothing but hatred. It never really worked.

He was content to grab the girl by her bandana and make his way back to the hotel, but he really got a good look at him. The girl was right. Well he couldn’t very well leave him there could he? No, too much mocking to get in.

“Well well, someone’s wires on the fritz, hm Sparky? Did we come down with a computer virus?”

[pawpunkao3]

(Image description: a screenshot of zombiecleo standing inside her ice cream parlour. It is captioned with “I am going to break your legs” on top and “and eat your flesh” on the bottom. The text is overlapped with more. text reading “Come in to my ice cream parlour” and “i am not a cannibal” respectively. End description.)

Another meme. If this gets 69 likes i’ll write a joe x cleo vore fic /j

[sulfurousdreamscapes]

The app makes almost everyone looks like grey-silver spectres, floating 3D models with rudimentary animation and nondescript faces. It's most striking when you go to a crossing and watch the masses of grey people walking along the zebra tracks.

And out of that grey, there will be a spot of colour. Light, dark, doesn't matter: but it's someone I know, someone I've talked to online and shared heart emojis with and shown memes to. A follower, a contact, a friend. Someone who isn't just a blob of grey pixels.

What my parents don't know is that you can decide what social network the app uses. It's all on my retinas, all private, and no one has to know what I do with it.

So they think I'm genuinely interested in them while they talk about politics or some bullshit, and I'm just watching their grey puppet-models trying to eat a meal. I smirk.

It's very different when you're with someone you know. Junko was at the ice cream parlour with me, and I could see her dark brown jacket, and her blue miniskirt, her big red glasses.

"You look fascinated by me," Junko smiled in a red-orange lipstick. "Something you want to tell me?"

I shook my head and told her about the app.

"You don't get tired of it?" she asked. She looked disappointed. "I mean, it sounds suffocating, only talking to the people you know—if you see them."

"It's not so bad," I said.

"How many people even are on your friends list?"

I pulled up the friends list on my eye so I could get a good figure to tell her.

"Eight."

Junko broke out laughing and only stopped when she saw that I wasn't laughing with her. "You're serious? I'm one of the only eight people you can actually see in this city?"

I shrugged. "I'm still building my list, I guess."

"That's..." she said, and waited, searching for words. "Not gonna sugarcoat it, that's creepy."

"It makes you easy to identify in a crowd. So you could be on a street I'm on, and I wouldn't have noticed you otherwise. But now, you'll show up bright and clean, while everyone else is just a grey model."

"I get that, but..." she looked around the parlour. "You don't see that man there? With the beard and the headphones around his neck?"

I followed where she was looking. "Nope, I just see a grey model, slightly glitching."

"You don't want to see him?"

"Should I?"

Junko seemed disappointed by my answer. Her eyebrows, raised in fascination, now dropped and she looked at her strawberry ice cream. "You're an odd one, you know?"

We finished our ice cream and we talked about pop music and video comments, and we laughed a bunch. All the while, her words stung me like a thorn that refused to come out.

After we wished each other goodbye and she left, I unfriended her from my list, and there she went, blending into the mass of grey bodies that no one could identify.

[ohshilchs]

( suus de nies / brown #3 ) is that shiloh brown over there ? the high school senior is eighteen. i heard they’re a pisces– which is probably why they are so generous and creative, but also sensitive and impressionable. did you hear that 𝚁𝙴𝙳𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝙳... hope no one finds out.       –––– written by sam / 23 / aest / she

STATS.

Name: Shiloh Iris Brown

Nickname: Loh? maybe? 

Age: Eighteen

Occupation: High School Senior + works weekends at an ice cream parlour

School Clubs: Band ( Saxophone ), Drama Club, Yearbook Committee 

In Crestview: Brown #3

Relation to Ana Alston: Math Tutor / Stalker whoopsie

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff r u jokin

FACTS.

um just gonna say take anything i say about the family/home with a grain of salt bc obv hoping the brown’s get taken up and details might change but this what i feel like shiloh’s life is like right now yk yk

has lived in crestview with her family her whole life and as result very much romanticises  the rest of the world. has a very idolised view of literally every where else and has big dreams of travelling once she’s finished high school (or she did until everything :/)

she’s very much an arsty farsty soft queen, definitely has had a/is still going through her van gogh phase. has a yellow kanken that she takes everywhere. isnt actually very artistically inclined but! is in band and drama club and is kinda good at both of those? she’s the girl that never gets the lead but does get a fun and significant side character in the school plays. huge musical theatre nerd would do anything for alex brightman and ben platt and thats just facts

she knew ana long before she became her math tutor, or knew of her. and there had been a kind of quiet, mostly unrealised crush on her before she was recruited to be her tutor. it’s just when she finally got to spend time with her one on one that the crush just went wild and shiloh was hard core into her. 

shiloh isn’t out, she hasn’t even come to terms with the fact that she’s attracted to women yet so she did not process this crush well at all. she didn’t know what to do with her feelings or what they meant or if they would ever go away. so instead of dealing with the feelings, she just became kind of secretly obsessed with ana. it started small, going through her instagram and being aware of her schedule sort of thing but unchecked and unaddressed it just got worse and worse to the point where in the weeks leading up to ana’s death, shiloh was following her.

inherently she knows what she did was wrong, and that she went too far, she knew that when she was doing it. but she can’t process that because that would mean accepting that she had a crush on ana at all and internalised homophobia says NO BITCH !!!

in the early days of the investigation i imagine shiloh probably accidentally let on that she knew more about ana and the people ana spent time with than she should and that plays a big role in why she is still under investigation now. she does, however, have an alibi (though it is somewhat shakey and false but whatever)

at the moment she really just wants to move on, and leave everything to do with ana behind her but obviously that’s not easy. not only is her family suffering as a result of her being a suspect in ana’s case, the town is still grieving, so she’s just trying her best to be better from everything and be a positive influence to those she comes in contact with but like struggle street yk

she’s a soft dumb bitch and has definitely cried over something that happened in animal crossing (was it kk slider visiting her island? was it timmy and tommy nook simply existing? was it mable being excited to see her? was it all of those things???? yes !) give her ur love pls thank u

here’s her pinterest !

CONNECTIONS.

its now 1:30am as i’m writing this and i’m thinking it’s just gonna be easier to come up with connection ideas once i know more about different characters but i do have ONE request and that is the following:

u showed up at my work lookin like that anne hathaway meme and my boss made me ask if u were ok :/ : this is the meme i am talking about and i just think this is funny. maybe they’re friendly acquaintances now, maybe its awkward/embarrassing idk

throw this a like or hmu if u wanna get some plotting DONE !!!!!!!!!!

[angelofthequeers]

Hold Me By Both Hands: Chapter 8

Disclaimer: I don’t own ML.

Yes I know that Nooroo is transmission and not transition but let me be salty at this show’s utter failure of symbolism okay

I also drew a lot from this post, so go and give @loosescrewslefty a lot of love for the effort they put into it! And credit for the Aztecan Miraculouses to @sparklyaxolotlstudent and I highly recommend checking their posts out.

Chapter 7 | Chapter 9 | AO3 link

“I never thought I’d be glad that you go to school,” Plagg comments once Adrien’s car drives off. “Blech, your father was in a mood.”

“And I still didn’t even get to see him,” Adrien says, rolling his eyes. “I just got a five-minute disapproving stare over tablet during breakfast.”

“You know, they say that talking to yourself is the first sign of madness,” says a cheerful voice from behind him. Adrien jumps and staggers back, only to flush when he sees that it’s just a laughing Marinette, with Alya and Nino behind her.

“Payback’s a bitch, huh?” Alya says. She fist-bumps Marinette. “Don’t mess with my girl, Agreste.”

“Hey, I didn’t mean to scare her last week!” Adrien says as they head into the courtyard. His brain lights up like a Pavlovian firework when Marinette hands over his daily paper bag of pastries; he hasn’t gotten a box since that first day, but he sure as hell isn’t going to complain when it’s free treats from a brilliant bakery. Today’s lucky dip is a chocolate croissant and a cheese bun, and he surreptitiously breaks off a chunk of the bun to save for Plagg, even though the little gremlin will no doubt complain that it’s not Camembert.

“You were saying that your dad couldn’t even show up to be disapproving, right?” Nino says. “Dude, that’s rough.”

“At least my dad tells me when I’ve fucked up in person,” Alya says, threading her fingers with Nino’s. “But then again, your dad is really extra.”

“Of course he’s extra,” Marinette says. “Have you seen what he wears? I’d get blacklisted from the fashion industry if I tried to get away with that.”

Adrien can’t help but burst out laughing at that. God, what a miracle that Marinette hasn’t actually hated him all this time, because now that she’s started to come out of her shell around him, she’s a super cool friend to have. And that’s not even counting the time he’d visited her as Chat Noir. It would be nice to know why she’d been so weird for the past year, though.

“Adrien! Hi!” Lila stops next to him, beaming. Okay, whoa, she’s way too close, and Adrien’s sure she’s nice enough despite the lies – really, as if she’s Ladybug’s best friend, his lady isn’t irresponsible enough to be friends with someone who’d broadcast it everywhere – but there’s just…something about her. Something he can’t quite put his finger on. Maybe he’s just uncomfortable because she loves to touch him in every way possible whenever she’s around him.

“Hey, Lila!” Marinette smiles, but something about it rings false. Does she also know that Lila tends to not be truthful? “How was your weekend?”

“Oh, I was supposed to have lunch with Clara Nightingale, but she had to cancel at the last moment,” Lila sighs. “She was so bummed, though!”

“But Clara’s not even in Europe right now,” Alya says with a furrowed brow.

“Yeah, dude,” Nino says. “Last I heard, she was over in California. In America.”

“She was going to fly me over in her private jet!” Lila says. “I guess she’s just too busy with her upcoming album.”

Marinette, Alya, and Nino don’t look fooled at all. How does everyone else believe these lies? But they’re not really hurting anyone, so Adrien sees no point in starting a fuss. The only person who could get hurt by these lies are her, once people see through them and decide not to associate with her.

“Do you want some of this croissant?” Adrien holds the pastry out to Lila. “It’s freshly baked from Marinette’s bakery!”

“I’m still salty that he’s the only one you give pastries to,” Alya grumbles. “It’s not like I’m your best friend or anything.”

“It’s not like Adrien’s being neglected by his father or anything,” Marinette retorts. Alya groans.

“Touché. And fuck your logic.”

“That’s so sweet of you to offer!” Lila says, shooting Marinette and Alya a weird glance out of the corner of her eye. Then she leans in and, without taking it from Adrien, takes a large bite out of the end of the croissant that he had been eating and lets out an appreciative hum. “This is delicious! Your parents are so talented, Marinette!”

“Um, thank you!” Marinette says.

“Anyway,” Lila says, running her hand down Adrien’s arm. He instinctively leans away, but she follows him. “I was wondering if you wanted to get ice cream with me after school, Adrien?”

Shit. Is she asking him out on a date? Or just an outing as friends? What does he do? If he assumes it’s a date and it’s not, she’ll get offended. But if he assumes it’s not a date and it is, he’ll be leading her on and letting her think that he’s interested in her, when he’s really not. Besides, the thought of being alone with Lila is…worrying, especially if this is how she touches him around other people. Time for a convenient excuse.

“Sorry, but I really can’t,” he ends up saying. Lila steps back and stares at him with wide, glossy eyes.

“Oh, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable!” she says.

“My father just –”

“I understand. It’s okay. I shouldn’t have assumed – I’m awful – I understand if you don’t want to –”

“Uh, what?” Alix says from behind Lila, with Kim and Max beside her. “It’s nothing against you, Lila.”

“Yes, Adrien’s father is incredibly strict,” Max says. “There’s a ninety-nine-point nine percent chance that Mr Agreste wouldn’t allow Adrien to get ice cream with you.”

“Oh.” Lila’s shoulders slump. “I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions. I had no idea that your father was so strict!”

“Weren’t you protesting with us?” Kim says.

“Oh – yes, but I assumed his father was just angry,” Lila says. “I didn’t realise he was like that all the time! I’m so sorry, Adrien!”

“It’s fine,” Adrien says. Lila smiles at him and walks off. “Thanks, guys. I didn’t know what to do.”

“If you don’t want her to touch you, why don’t you just tell her that?” Alix says. “I mean, Chloé’s Chloé, but Lila would stop if you told her.”

“It’s alright,” Adrien says. “It’s not like I’m not used to it. People touch you all the time as a model.”

“Still doesn’t make it okay,” Kim says and flexes his arms. “You wouldn’t believe how many people wanna touch all this.”

“Absolutely no one,” Alix deadpans and Kim sticks his tongue out at her. Next to Kim, Max’s eyes flick away, and Adrien’s forcibly reminded of Marinette’s words to him as Chat Noir the other day about Max and Kim.

“Kim’s right,” Marinette says. “Just because you’re a model, that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be able to tell people not to touch you! It’s your body!”

Adrien can’t help the smile that breaks free at his friends’ words. “Thanks, guys,” he says. “I just don’t know if I’ll be able to ask other people not to touch me.”

“That makes sense,” Max says. “Due to your father’s strict nature and refusal to consider your wishes, along with your modelling, the chance of his influence leading to your inability to vocalise what you want when you’re uncomfortable and therefore developing the unfortunate habit of putting up with your discomfort to make it pass faster is –”

“Alright, alright, come on,” Alix says, grabbing Max by the arm.

“But I haven’t finished my analysis!” Max protests as Alix leads him away. Kim snorts and follows.

“You know maths makes my brain hurt,” he’s saying as he leaves. Adrien, Marinette, Alya, and Nino are left in silence.

“Well,” Alya eventually says. “Trust Max to call you out like that.”

“I don’t think he realised that he might be making Adrien uncomfortable?” Marinette says. “I know I sometimes don’t think –”

“Actually, he didn’t,” Adrien says absently. “I think he’s got a point. I just don’t know what I’m going to do about it yet.”

“Yeah, not like I’ve been telling you that crap for months, dude,” Nino says dryly. “But sure, listen to the nerd with maths on his side.”

“No!” Marinette and Alya cry when a smirk spreads across Adrien’s face.

“Don’t fuck with me!” Adrien says. Marinette and Alya groan and grab Nino to make a run for it, so he chases after them, ignoring the people around them that are staring. “I have the power of God and Anime on my side!”

“Stay away!” Alya calls over her shoulder. “Keep your vines away from us, meme freak!”

.

“Fancy seeing you here, milady,” Chat Noir says when he lands on the rooftop behind Ladybug, who turns and greets him with a smile. “How did you know I liked afternoon strolls?”

“Just a lucky guess,” Ladybug says. “I’ve got a little after-school class to attend.”

“What a coincidence! So do I!” Chat Noir says. “In that case, allow me to escort you there.”

“I think you’ll find that I’ll be escorting you,” Ladybug teases and then jumps off again.

“Hey! No fair!” Chat Noir cries as he races after her. It’s a tight race to get to Master Fu’s, but Ladybug just edges out a victory and lands in front of the parlour a split second before Chat Noir, though he’s not too upset to have come second when Ladybug gives him a kiss on the cheek as a consolation prize and holds the parlour door open for him.

“Hello, Ladybug and Chat Noir,” Master Fu smiles when they enter the main room.

“Hi, Master!” Ladybug says.

“So, why are we here?” Chat Noir says. He sinks to the floor with Ladybug when Master Fu indicates that they should sit.

“I’m very proud of the partnership that you two have formed,” Master Fu says. “And of the progress that you have made as Ladybug and Chat Noir.” He pats the Miracle Box between them and adds, “I thought that it was time to teach you about the Miraculouses. You’ve certainly earned the right.”

“Looks like you were right about the afternoon class, milady,” Chat Noir says, and Ladybug giggles. This time, when Master Fu opens the box to reveal the colourful ring around the yin and yang symbol, more compartments spring open down the sides of the box in a descending spiral. Chat Noir’s eyes widen. Whoa! How many more Miraculouses are there?

“Aren’t they based on the Chinese zodiac?” Chat Noir says once he’s taken in the Rooster, Snake, Pig, and Dragon and noticed a certain pattern. Master Fu nods.

“This is the Chinese Miraculous set. There are other sets of Miraculouses with other bases, such as the Aztecan Miraculouses of life and death, but this is the only surviving box after my mistake,” he says. Huh. Must have been a real big mistake if these are the only Miraculouses left. But Chat Noir’s pretty sure that this isn’t the right time to ask about that.

“And…are they based on Wu Xing?” Ladybug says, pointing out the Fox, Bee, Turtle, Peacock, and Butterfly slots. “The Five Phases? Five elements?”

“Correct, Ladybug,” Master Fu says.

“My bugaboo is so smart!” Chat Noir says. Ladybug’s cheeks pinken.

“My mum’s Chinese,” she says, and Chat Noir files that bit of information away in his mental safe of Ladybug Facts. “I don’t know any dialects or anything, but…she did tell me a little bit about Taoism.”

“Each Miraculous corresponds to an element, with three tiers of power,” Master Fu says. “I won’t teach you about the zodiacs today, but I do want to talk about the elementals.”

“The Miraculouses don’t necessarily represent an element,” Wayzz chimes in. “There’s no “fire Miraculous” or “water Miraculous”. It’s more that they correspond with an element that represents their concepts. For example, I correspond with the element of earth!”

“Because earth is stable, right?’ Ladybug says. “And you’re a pretty wise and solid kwami.”

Wayzz beams at her words and nods. “Yes! I embody protection and defence, so my powers reflect that. The Butterfly corresponds with water because of the fluid nature of akumatisation.”

“How is akumatisation a good thing, though?” Chat Noir says. Master Fu doesn’t answer, instead tilting his head at them like he expects them to figure it out for themselves. To be fair, as a teacher, he probably is expecting that.

“No Miraculous is necessarily good or bad, right?” Ladybug says. “I mean, you’d think Chat Noir would be the bad guy, but his Cataclysm is invaluable when saving Paris. And I can think of so many ways someone could use mine for evil.”

“Then…if you had someone who was upset…” Chat Noir says slowly. “Someone who felt helpless…they could become an akuma, right? That’s what Hawkmoth does. But instead of making them supervillains…they could be superheroes?”

“Correct, both of you,” Master Fu says with a wide smile. “The Butterfly creates champions to fight alongside themselves and their allies. It doesn’t necessarily rely on emotion, though, as Duusu the Peacock kwami is the kwami of emotion. Rather, the Butterfly draws on injustice and the desire to right it, and it metamorphoses its target with the power to fix that injustice. Hence, Nooroo is the kwami of transition and metamorphosis, just as a caterpillar transitions into a butterfly, and just as water can transition between physical states.”

“And every akuma we’ve faced has felt wronged!” Ladybug gasps. “Ivan when he was bullied by Chloé!”

“Nino when he couldn’t throw m – Adrien a party!” Chat Noir says.

“Alya when Chloé got her suspended!”

“Alix when her watch was broken!”

“Mr Agreste when his book and brooch were taken!” the two of them chorus together. Ladybug’s bluebell eyes are glittering like she’s discovered the secrets of the universe, and Chat Noir would be utterly captivated if he wasn’t certain that he looked the same way. A small part of his brain laments that he can’t see her eyes in their true shade of grey, to know just how much prettier she could possibly be.

“Indeed,” Master Fu says. “The positivity or negativity of the emotion doesn’t matter. Someone could feel the righteous desire to do good and right wrongs and they would be just as able to be akumatised. I suspect that Hawkmoth targets those with negative emotions because it is easier to take advantage of them, to convince them to help him with the promise of getting to right the wrong that left them in their situation while their judgement is clouded. And injustice is very subjective to the person. What could be just to one person could be unjust to another.”

“That would explain the…odder akumas,” Ladybug says.

“It’s okay, you can say Mr Pigeon and Animan,” Chat Noir says, making Ladybug snort.

“And unlike the Peacock, which can amokise itself with no ill consequences, the Butterfly holder should not akumatise themselves,” Master Fu says. “The Peacock’s amoks are external, whereas the Butterfly’s akumas create internal change within the target themselves, and so a transformed Butterfly cannot affect themselves with an akuma. And akumatising themselves when not transformed, without the safety net of the holder’s control over the akuma, can potentially have harmful effects on their psyche. Only a truly desperate holder would akumatise themselves.”

“What kind of effects?” Ladybug says quietly. She bites her lip and shoots Chat Noir a look, clearly remembering back to their suspicions of Gabriel Agreste…but he wouldn’t akumatise himself! He can’t be that desperate, right?

“Impossible to say for sure, since there are almost limitless ways to akumatise someone. It could affect their grip on the world around them. It could affect their morality and how far they’re willing to go to achieve their goals. It could leave them with twisted flashbacks, or distort how they see their friends and family, or many more options that I couldn’t even begin to delve into. It depends on how they akumatised themselves.”

“Well, it can’t be Fa – Gabriel Agreste, then, right?” Chat Noir says almost desperately, like he’s pleading with himself. “He must have something to lose. Like his son?”

“That’s what I said to Tikki when I asked her,” Ladybug says. Chat Noir’s heart leaps at the reminder that Ladybug cares so deeply for him, even if it is his civilian self that she’s crushing on. In a way, it’s painful to know that she’s crushing on him but also not on him; it’s not like he’s had the chance to ask her out as Adrien, and he doesn’t know her civilian identity, so he can’t try and build a friendship and maybe eventually a relationship there.

“Can we keep going, Master?” he says to pull himself out of his swirling thoughts.

Master Fu nods and points at the Bee comb. “The Bee corresponds with the element of fire,” he says. “It’s a very passionate Miraculous and represents subjection and rejuvenation, just as the bee stings those it deems a threat in order to protect its hive and pollinates the land around it. Bees also represent growth, so Pollen’s ideal holder is someone who has much potential for growth to be coaxed out of them, to learn when to sting for the greater good and how to remain warm while not burning out of control.”

“Well, I wouldn’t make a good Bee, then,” Chat Noir jokes weakly. “Bugaboo sets my heart on fire.”

“Oh my god,” Ladybug mutters and shoves him. But her lips are twitching, and his heart is a little lighter, so he counts his joke as pretty effective.

“The Fox corresponds with the element of wood,” Master Fu says with a fond little smile at their antics. “Trixx pushes his holders to grow and adapt and change, just as wood branches out. The Fox represents illusion and manipulation, so its primary power of Mirage allows its holder to stay back and work from the shadows, involving themselves when necessary.”

“So, it shouldn’t go to someone aggressive?” Chat Noir says.

“It can,” Master Fu says. “So long as that person recognises the value of working from afar and withdrawing when needed. There are personalities that would not at all fit a certain Miraculous, but no Miraculous has only one type of person who would be compatible with it.”

“I may represent protection, but I’ve had some very aggressive holders before,” Wayzz chimes in. “And Pollen has had quite subdued and quiet holders that mirror herself, despite representing a Miraculous of passion. Some of Nooroo’s holders have been so empathetic that they were driven to help right all the injustices they could, while others were able to completely detach themselves from their target’s emotions and create champions for their cause with no emotional investment themselves.”

“But isn’t the Peacock about emotion? Ladybug says. “You just said that the Butterfly relies on emotion around injustice.”

“The Peacock and Butterfly are similar, yes,” Master Fu says. “They can both sense the emotions of those around them. But while the Butterfly uses its champions’ emotions as a catalyst of sorts to persuade them to come to the holder’s aid, the Peacock is emotion. Its primary power is amokisation, allowing it to summon a sentimonster based on the emotion of its target. It requires a soulful holder; someone who can truly delve into the depths of emotion and understand its complexity.”

“So…an akuma is based on what the holder wants, but an amok is based on what the target needs?” Ladybug says. Master Fu beams.

“Yes,” he says. “Subtle differences, but still differences nonetheless. The Peacock corresponds to the element of metal, so it is a very introspective Miraculous. The wrong emotion for your purpose can have…vastly different results than desired.”

“Sounds like there’s a bit of history behind that?” Ladybug says. Master Fu nods but doesn’t say anything, so she doesn’t push and neither does Chat Noir, not that it would be their place to do so anyway.

“All of the Wu Xing Miraculouses have a secondary power, and the Ladybug and Black Cat have quite a few more powers,” he says. “But it’s up to your kwamis to decide if you are ready to learn and understand them. Especially Black Plague.”

“The last time Plagg taught his holder Black Plague was in 1338, although the date of 1347 is far more widely known,” Wayzz says. It takes a moment for the significance of that date to hit Chat Noir, but his stomach suddenly churns when he grasps it.

“Oh,” he says weakly. Next to him, Ladybug has paled as she too realises. “That makes me feel good about myself.”

“Black Plague can be extremely useful in the right hands, under strict control,” Master Fu says. “That Black Cat wielder was…not the right hands. But Plagg has refused to teach it since, understandably.”

“And that’s the counterpart to my Miraculous Ladybug?” Ladybug says, and Master Fu nods.

“This is all so cool,” Chat Noir says. “And mind-screwy. I think my head’s going to explode.” But he’d totally take this over normal school any day. Especially because he gets to learn with his lady!

Actually, no, he probably shouldn’t jinx the whole normal school thing. Normal school, he enjoys; it’s just the stuff that all normal kids learn that can be a drag. Especially when he’s learning about Miraculouses right now!

“Should we discuss the Ladybug and Black Cat another day?” an amused Master Fu says.

“Yes, please,” Ladybug says faintly. “I think I need to take notes.”

“I can always tutor you, milady,” Chat Noir grins.

“Sure, kitty,” Ladybug drawls. “I’ll give you my notes, so you know what to teach me.”

“I think that’s our cue to leave,” Chat Noir says loudly, ignoring Ladybug’s giggle as he jumps to his feet, even though the sound fills his insides with warmth. “Thanks for the lesson, Master.”

“Thanks, Master!” Ladybug says. Master Fu smiles at both of them.

“Good luck, Ladybug and Chat Noir,” he says. “I don’t think I could have picked a better duo.”

[ask-the-rose-schnees]

~Boba tea~

-Rose-Schnee AU snipet-

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Weiss, in the Rose-Schnee manor's parlour with Ruby: NO. This is ridiculous! I am not playing along with your stupid meme!

Ruby, holding a cup of boba tea: Its not a meme Weiss! Its a trend! Come on! It'll be fun!

Weiss, crossing her arms: Last time I played along with one of your asinine "trends" my scroll broke! What is it with the internet and wanting to balance objects on women's breasts anyway!?

Ruby, shrugging nonchalantly: I dunno. Guess they just like boobies. And hey! If it makes you feel better you won't break anything valuable this time! Its just boba tea!

Weiss, in a sarcastic tone: Ah yes! Because getting tea all over my priceless designer carpet is so much better!

Ruby:...

Ruby, narrowing her eyes and tilting her head in confusion: Theres designers for carpets?

Ruby, shaking her head and getting back on track: Whatever! Please lets just do it? For meeeee? I convinced Winter to do it and she was just fine!

Weiss, grumpily: Thats because she stole all the mammary genes on her way out of the womb.

Winter, walking into the parlor while casualy drinking from a cup of boba tea settled in between her breasts, stopping in her tracks as she notices Weiss and Ruby:...

Weiss, silently glaring at Winter while Ruby smiles awkwardly:...

Winter turns around and hastily leaves the room without saying a word, a deep blush on her face.

Weiss, narrowing her eyes while muttering under her breath: Yeah you walk away. You know what you did.

Weiss, turning back to Ruby and crossing her arms defiantly: Anyway! I'm not balancing boba tea on my chest and thats final!

Ruby, chuckling a bit before slightly unbuttoning her shirt to reveal her cleavage: When did I say you were going to do the balancing?

Weiss, as Ruby settles the cup of boba tea in between her breasts, effortlessly holding it in place without her hands: Curse you and your late growth spurt...

Ruby, poking the straw into the cup then putting her hands behind her back while smiling seductively: Come oooon.~ Come and have a sip!~

Weiss, pretending to be angry but playing along anyway: Hmph! Alright then, I suppose I can humor just this once.

Weiss, with her arms crossed, gets close to Ruby and shyly puts her lips on the straw and drinks from the cup in between her wife's bossom, her face turning red as she adverts her gaze. One of Ruby's hand eventually wanders to Weiss's waist, pulling her closer, while her other hand absentmindedly plays with her ponytail. They stayed like this for a few minutes, Ruby enjoying seeing her ice queen so flustered while Weiss wondered just how much longer it would take for the cup to finally empty itself.

Weiss, removing her lips from the straw for a short moment before resuming her drinking: You bought the biggest size just so this could drag out for as long as possible didn't you?

Ruby, smirking as she stares into Weiss's eyes and continues to run her left hand through her hair: I have no idea what your talking about.

Weiss kept drinking for a few more minutes that felt like an eternity and just as she got a third of the way though the boba tea...

Yang, walking into the room while looking down at her scroll: Yo Ruby! I just found this trend where girls balance boba tea on their tits! You should convince Weiss to do this! Its gonna be hilario-

Yang, noticing Weiss drinking from a cup of boba tea sitting in Ruby's cleavage while they hold eachother close:...

Ruby and Weiss, awkwardly staring back at Yang, still in the same position:...

Yang, quickly taking a picture with her scroll before running away laughing: THAT ONES GOING IN THE FAMILY ALBUM! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Weiss, chasing after Yang: YANG XIAO LONG I AM GOING TO MURDER YOU!!!

Ruby, drinking the rest of the tea without removing it from her breasts while pulling out her scroll to text Yang: (Yo send me a copy before she breaks ur scroll lol!)

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Veemo's notes: Tried a new writing style. Hope you guys like it! Also blame @awesome-icecream-neo for putting me up to this! XD

As for why Yang was there? Idk she was visiting I guess lol.

[lixrk]

hi everyone! i’m velvet (or vel), this charming tsundere prince called yeosang’s mun! for more information on this grump, i have his profile here, and his background here if anyone’s curious. tldr; the bastard son between a ceo of a famous hotel chain and his maid. yeosang is currently on an identity crisis, stuck with a persona he developed to cope, struggling to be his true self. as for  his stance on becoming an idol, he isn’t as interested in the skills of being an idol as others in the industry, but more so in the attention and adoration that comes with being a star.

managed to think up of a few plots/connections/prompts, i’ll be listing them under the cut for anyone who is interested! i’d love to freeform too, though - super open to anything!

additionally, i put everything i listed here in a page for plots so it’ll be easier to go back to.

if you want to plot, whether it be something listed here, something from your side, or you want to brainstorm together, like this post and i’ll come to you! give me all the angst and fluff and everything in between.

also, also, also, i noticed that most muns here use twitter??? so i made a twitter to contact everyone else easily —@wowyoungie! feel free to follow and i’ll follow you back!

— behind the mask !  [1/1]

no requirements needed

The only person who knows how Yeosang is really like underneath that sweet-talking persona of his; awkward in expressing his feelings and maybe a little bit of a tsundere. Someone he can trust wholeheartedly.

— so that’s it !  [0/1]

males only

In blunt terms, his gay awakening. Could be a past or present thing. It doesn’t have to develop into anything serious either (a passing crush, he thinks you’re super cute, etc). You just pushed him to think and sent him into a more intense identity crisis.

— back then !  [0/3]

no requirements needed

Old friends Yeosang knew in the past. Maybe they were in the same dance club back in school, maybe not. Needs more plotting, this is a pretty open setting as it is so anything is welcomed!

— stuck together !  [1/1]

no requirements needed

Simply put, a roommate! Yeosang is living alone, and cutting the cost in half would be very helpful. He’s only a part-time worker, after all.

— envious admiration !  [0/1]

no requirements needed

You seem to have your life in order. You have a proper dream, you know exactly what you want to do, and you’re working honestly to achieve your goals, being true to yourself. Yeosang doesn’t like that, he doesn’t know himself, after all. He feels you have something that he doesn’t, and it drives him mad with jealousy. He tries to hide it, but he could only hide so much.

— change in scenery !  [0/1]

no requirements needed

A friend of Yeosang’s brother who used to play with him and his brother back in the day. Now that Yeosang’s relationship with his brother is rocky, he expects the same with you, and has been avoiding you because of that, though he kind of misses you.

— similar load !  [0/?]

either full-time or part-time host/hostess

Fellow host/hostess? Doesn’t have to be in the same club (but co-workers are more than welcomed). They could bond over their choice of occupation.

— do come again !  [0/?]

no requirements needed

Yeosang’s host clients! Could be regulars. or perhaps you were curious and wanted to try this experience out. No matter which one, this plot could go many ways. Maybe you want to befriend him outside of the club, or he wronged you in some way during your session. Endless possibilities!

— classic oops !  [0/1]

no requirements needed

Yeosang absolutely loves ice cream. He visits the ice cream parlour near his apartment building very often. Maybe he shouldn’t have eaten it while texting, though, because his ice cream somehow ended up on your shirt the moment he looked up.

— wanted connections !  [no limit unless stated]

no requirements unless stated

more friends, he’s a lonely guy.

a dance partner/dance group pls!

rivals!! he’s a pretty competitive guy.

exes. maybe it ended well, maybe it didn’t.

one night stands, perhaps?

friends with benefits, can develop into sth more or not. (male only)

romantic interests in general. (male only)

someone his parents forced to befriend some time ago.

— one line prompts !  [0/15]

no requirements unless stated

“Look, could be worse. You could be the one injured.”

“Then, why the hell are you even still here?”

“Okay, so, this won’t be very comfortable.”

“Will you shut up for one second?”

“I’m trying, okay! I’m really trying!”

“What are you saying? Of course I give a shit.”

“I don’t need protection. Not from you, or anyone else.”

“Right? If only murder wasn’t frowned upon.”

“Me? Getting attached? Pfffft. No way.”

“Did you just send me another meme? I should block you.”

“Shut up, I am iconic.”

“I wanna be so hot you’d be too intimidated to look me in the eyes.”

“You think I’m a good person? Haha, funny.”

“Didn’t realise you cared so much.”

“I was never one for goodbyes.”

**things don’t have to adhere completely to what was written! everything is discussable. we can combine things (whether with your plots/connections or my own), too! i’m open to anything, really.

***if there is a plot/connection you think this grump fits into, please feel free to message me! i’d be happy to work on it with you.

***i’d be happy to establish relationships to make charisma starters easier, but as stated before i’m open to anything!

[daddyfuckinlonglegs]

A Promise

I know that kiss meme has passed through our little corner and disappeared again, but an idea is an idea and I’m still grinding away at them. AO3 here, leave me some nice comments if you read things I write. “Hey, uh, Nate? You awake? Can I… talk to you, for a minute?” Nate rolled to his back, spinning quickly at the sound of MacCready’s voice. Piper slept soundly beside him, wrapped up in the sheet and Nate’s arm caught beneath her shoulder. Nate shuffled carefully up the bed and slid his hand gently out from under her, careful not to disturb her sleep. He sat up, brushing his hair from his face, smoothing it with his palms, and swung his legs over the edge of the mattress, letting his feet drop to the cold floor. “Sure,” He cleared his throat groggily, “what is it?” MacCready’s mouth twitched nervously, and he gestured down the hall. “Can we…” Nate nodded and wiped his eyes. “Sure. Go on ahead, I’ll fix us some coffee. And, uh, put on some pants.” He smiled, and Mac nodded gratefully, heading through to the parlour. Nate stood up and picked his pants from the end of the bed, rolling them on and stretching his arms wide,yawning. It was dark outside, Nate guessed it must be about one, one-thirty, without looking at his pip-boy; though he hadn’t really slept yet, he’d dozed off briefly, and a strange sense of timelessness settled over the house. The small hours sure stretched out, even now, with the power running and working lights in most places, and his sleep cycle was way out of whack. He took a deep breath and stooped over the bed, pressing his lips gently to Piper’s bare shoulder, then wandered to the kitchen, shirtless in the hot summer night. MacCready had set some water boiling on the stove, and Nate shook some coffee grounds into the pan, stirring it with his finger, then setting two tin cups on the counter while the coffee brewed. “You want a sugar in this?” Nate asked, flipping the lid of a small box beside him. MacCready nodded, and leaned back against the counter, hoisting himself onto it ass first. Nate tutted. “Mac, there’s a perfectly good-” “I know, man. I know. I just wanna sit here okay?” He looked at Nate, his eyes small and tired in the artificial light, and Nate shrugged. “Suit yourself, son, but don’t blame me when you get a sore ass.” MacCready’s mouth curled into a little lopsided smile. “Yeah, you’ve never had anything to do with that, have you?” Nate smiled and lifted the pan off the heat, pouring the thin steaming brew into cups, crushing a little chunk of sugar into one cup with his fingers, and sliding it to MacCready. He leaned back against the counter himself, ankles crossed lazily. “So what’s up?” Mac sipped his coffee and pulled a face. “This coffee, jeez. I know it’s old but… it tastes like the back end of a brahmin.” Nate laughed. “You’re awfully discerning for a man who grew up in a cave. How easy d'you think it is to come by coffee around here?” He took a mouthful and swilled it around his teeth. “You’re right though. It does taste like ass.” He sighed and cradled the mug to his chest. “C'mon, you woke me up for something, and it wasn’t stale coffee. What is it?”

MacCready bit the inside of his lip and looked at the floor, shuffling his feet against the counter. He opened his mouth, then closed it again and sniffed, rubbing his fingers through the short hairs beside his mouth. Nate looked at him, patiently sipping his drink. MacCready pulled a crushed cigarette from his pocket and lit it, inhaling hard and letting the smoke hiss through his teeth in a thin stream. “I’m gonna head back to DC.” Nate’s stomach sank. He swirled his coffee in the mug, trying to keep his face blank. “Uh-huh?” MacCready nodded. “Heard from the caravan Daisy sent the meds with. They got it to Duncan, he’s…” MacCready’s voice welled and choked up. “He’s gonna be okay if he stays where he is. But… but he might not make the journey. Not for a long while. Doctor there reckons six months before he’s on his feet again.”Nate put his coffee down. “Shit. That’s… that tough news.” MacCready looked at Nate. “I can’t leave him on his own, man, I can’t. I been a sh- a crappy enough dad right from the start, and when Lucy…” He paused, swallowing tears, his lips pressed tight to stop them trembling. “I’m all he’s got. I gotta be there. But I’m so fuckin’ scared, Nate. What we’ve got, here, it’s… Sanctuary, and the Minutemen, it’s… it’s a whole other world now. It’s a life. DC is different. There’s nothin’ there for me now.” Nate reached out and rested his hand on MacCready’s knee. “Six months goes faster than you think, Bobby. ” “Yeah. And a lotta things change too.” He stared deep into his coffee cup, silent and tight, taking a drag on the cigarette, then spoke quietly. “What if he doesn’t remember me?” Nate shook his head and slid his arm around MacCready’s shoulders, pulling him close. He held his breath in his chest, crushing down a sudden swell of memory – Shaun, ten years old and inside a sterile, glass walled room, panicked and fearful. He held MacCready tight to him, rubbing softly at the merc’s neck, and MacCready sank easily into his arms, small, sharp tears running from his face and down Nate’s shoulder, cigarette smouldering between his fingers. Nate stared at the dim lightbulb hanging from the ceiling, and let MacCready sob against his skin. His fingers combed through the hair at MacCready’s temple, softly, slowly, and another picture struggled to the surface of his mind. Nate’s father, coming into his room early in the morning on Christmas day, when Nate was about four years old; the visceral, animal fear he felt – those footsteps so unfamiliar on the landing, the strong smell of tobacco and paint and brandy when he leaned over Nate’s bed to place a gift at his feet. He shifted his weight, pulling Mac’s chin up to look at him. “Hey. You can’t let that thought take hold. You just can’t. Gotta work with what you know, Mac, you know that.” MacCready nodded, apologising softly and wiping his eyes. Nate squeezed his shoulder. “Nothin’ to be sorry for. Just… don’t start being your own worst enemy before you’ve got an idea of where you stand. Look,” He paused, fumbling for words like loose change, “I’m… not gonna pretend it won’t be tough. It’s… look, I never said this before, but when I… when I found… Shaun, in the Institute…” He hesitated, taking a deep breath. “He didn’t know who the hell I was. He looked at me, and I said his name, and… and he screamed. Screamed for his “father”. Mac, I thought I was dying. It was… like losing him, all over again.” MacCready looked at him solemnly. Nate sucked his teeth and shook his head, slowly. “But he’s not… that’s not how it turned out, y'know? It’s more different than I could’ve imagined, but… what I’m saying is you just can’t lose hope. And we both… you and me, well, we turned out okay, didn’t we?” MacCready wiped his mouth and ashed his cigarette, fat chunks of grey dust falling on the counter-top between his knees. He took a drag and looked at the floor. “I don’t want it to be like that for him. I don’t want him to grow up without me, I just… I don’t think I can do it alone. I’m no good on my own, man. Lucy was everything, kind and honest and not a fu… fricking coward. And you, what the hell are you? Out of the ice and throwing yourself at the commonwealth like a fricking atom bomb. Nothing stops you, man. Nothing stops you.” Nate raised his eyebrows. “So, what, crossing the states and risking your life for a “maybe” cure isn’t worth a damn? Duncan is alive because of you, Bobby.” “And what happens after I get there? We stick around DC, dodging mutants every other block and flipping the bird to the Brotherhood, until they tell me Duncan won’t ever walk again? Or until I leave everything behind again? How many fresh starts does it take to catch a break? I’m sick of moving around. Sick of playing like it doesn’t bother me. I’m sick of being alone.” Nate’s chest tightened, a pang of sadness stabbing at his ribs. “You won’t be alone, Bobby.” MacCready’s eyes swelled red with tears, and he wiped his nose with the back of his hand, trying to hold his composure. “Don’t talk to me like a kid, Nate. I’ve done this before.” Nate shook his head. “Not like this.” Nate pulled him close again, putting his cup down gently and sliding into the space between Mac’s knees. Pressed tight to his chest, MacCready leaned into him, wrapping his arms over Nate’s shoulders, hands resting between his shoulder blades. Nate kissed his neck, breathing the scent of him, pressing his face into Mac’s pulse; kissed the corner of MacCready’s jaw, felt the tightness of muscle, his teeth clenched and throat tight; kissed his cheekbone, at his temple, cold salt tears drying sticky against his lips. MacCready’s breath hitched, he swallowed. “I’m sorry, man. I’m sorry. I don’t wanna leave you, you know that, right?” Nate nodded silently against his cheek. “I don’t wanna leave you, you’re so caught up in this shit-” “I know.” Nate sighed “I know.” MacCready pulled back, his eyes searching Nate’s face. “Everything I do, man, people just see the worst. They hate me, they think I’m just running away all the time, like I’m not terrified of leaving you to deal with it all. Like I ain’t scared I’m gonna lose you.” “You’re not gonna lose me.” Nate assured, quietly. “I’m… it’ll be harder, without you, but we’ll make it. And this?” He gestured around him, “will all be right here, when you get back.” Mac shook his head. “You don’t know that, man, you can’t- Nate shifted his weight, leaning forward and catching MacCready’s mouth in a small, desperate kiss, holding him tight, until his breath was ragged and short. Their mouths parted, and Nate ran his hand up across the merc’s chest, cupped MacCready’s face gently. “I promise.”

One more time, link to my AO3 in case you wanna read my other things

[somethinglacking]

for the ask meme thingy: 11, 21, 43 && 54 pls!

11: What’s your eye colour? Boring old brown. They are a light brown ^^21 Favourite Animal:Wolf: I like their pack dynamics and how they are all look out for one another~They are also beautiful.43 Do you have strange dreams:One time I had a dream where my Father and his brother started an ice cream parlour. Their uniform was a rainbow afro wig, pink sparkly overalls with a white t-shirt under, and big rubber boots. And they played the classic 80’s hits!54: Put your music on shuffle, what is the first song that comes up?Kingdom Heart’s Lofi hip hop mix. I found this compilation on youtube- I’ll link it: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hCw8VSZunGg

[baroquespiral]

Did you come here for the conference or the submarine?  I mean, clearly you came for both, the conference is on the sub and the sub is not being used for anything else but the conference, but did you hear about the sub or the conference first?  Finally!  A lot more people seem to have come for the sub than for the conference, so far, even though the conference was advertised all over town, in places you never see conferences advertised, whereas the sub’s arrival was only reported in a specialized magazine for private submarinists.  But everyone who reads that magazine recognizes the largest private submarine in the world the moment they see its shark fin that sticks up from the water taller than a yacht, its ugly blue paint that’s somehow too bright and too dull at the same time, dark in a way that somehow takes away from its blueness without verging into any other colour; I’ve seen that blue sometime in my childhood, I’m sure of it, but I can’t place it, no, it’s not bathroom tiles, no, it’s not that bucket my parents had to throw out because it was full of mold.  Either way - it’s recognizable - the same can’t be said of the topic of this conference.  Tell me, did you read “Siberism” as a spelling of “cyberism” or something to do with “Siberia”?  Did you go to any lengths to look up the names invited to speak?  I’m sure you couldn’t find anything, they’re not employed at any university besides “Aesop Fox Pawllege Department of Erotics”.  - Oh!  You’re one of them?  A pleasure to make your acquaintance, [redacted] - but you must be confused, and now I feel a bit... see, yes, I’m someone who made the “cyber” association first.  I’m a holistic security researcher at the University of the Tormenting Cyan Flame.  You didn’t leave any privacy openings, conventionally, I was able to link your accounts by, it’s a little complicated, negative search techniques… mass database scans of known links between accounts and automatically generating unknowns until we can plot the real as negative space… Yes, that’s - a forum, too.  It was originally known for its chuunibyou department but it’s branching.  God, do you feel like you’re in a fish’s eye too right now?  Not a fisheye lens, a fish’s eye - or something else, moving light and the imperceptible ether.  Yes the ether is thick in here and I wish there was something to look at.  The people keep getting in the way of the lights.  No, I wasn’t able to detect what your talk is going to be about, the technology isn’t at that level yet.  When does it start?  Oh - we’ll have to choose between it and the dance?  Not that I’ve danced since - middle school, but that feels like yesterday... Oh - the conference and the dance are the same event?  That’s a genuinely interesting idea, we must be at... a higher level of secrecy than the boring old ritual orgies then.  But now all this pointless waiting feels tight, clenched... what do they make us wait for so long for, in a submarine?  Are we moving?  Isn’t it funny how Russia calls itself a land power opposed to America’s sea power, but it owns such a large share of the world’s largest and most expensive yachts (not to mention private submarines), rivalled only by the Gulf States, which literally draw their power from the black Earth?

Ah, so it was both meanings after all!  Transforming into animals on the internet... and this proposal of a revival of interest in Siberian shamanism, then, I assume, must be funded by American interests here, to chip away at the power of the Orthodox Church.  You could never have set about establishing these networks openly in Russia, or even on land...  But then... remember when the word “Tungus” surfaced in a meme ten years ago... but that was, when I read about that, that was your work!  And isn’t this conference the same thing?  Seeding a word, inviting likely participants to speculate on what it means.  So you must be familiar with the rumours, the other rumours... Russian experiments on furries and Samoyeds... astroturf cults... rewiring of subtle energy networks in plastic surgery parlours... deleting and remaking Wikipedia articles to occlude edits to True Names... entire tribes herded into army bases... a gang I know to be connected to the real Russian mafiya practising something like throat singing at night.  My apartment floats above the park where they meet, the park I saw in a dream in middle school, the one I remembered for being too black, even the sky.  It has a square pool in the centre that is a secret passageway to the sea, do you know it?  …but if I have the topic, I shouldn’t be getting too close, should I.  I do remember that time the GRU hosted a talk about one of their plans in language no-one not privy to them would understand, and executed everyone who showed up, because with today’s information density it’s just too expensive and unreliable to pay people to sit around and read stuff like in Three Days of the Condor.  It would be even easier here, because you could just sink the submarine and have it look like an accident… except this is somebody’s yacht.  Whose again?  Yes, yes, just a second, give me time to recover from your voice; it’s so awkwardly modulated, like the Dean, he’s thirteen and we always mute him on Skype.  No, you can talk any way you want, it doesn’t change who you are, I tried to change who I am by talking, over the course of thirty years.  I talk like this person who’s always at the kind of party this is, who’s ever at the kind of party this is... the kind of person who uses ellipses in speech.  Except if this was the kind of party where nothing was going to happen, and I feel like something is going to happen, don’t you?  But that probably means nothing is going to happen, in places where nothing happens the sense of something about to happen is overwhelming, viscous.  It’s really the sense of something happening somewhere we can’t see.  You grow up by sinking.  Which means you’re going to float - or drown.  They built a torpedo that doesn’t make any bubbles even when it explodes but the project leader was a Berkeleyan idealist and scrapped it.  And what do you feel like where you are from, that is, Siberia?  Where things are happening, where at least the tundra is melting and is it true the rumours of buried glaciers, buried seas?  That the military drove a submarine twenty miles beneath the quivering mud cover and is storing weapons?  That Russia hopes to become the next thalassocracy as it forces America to build up its forces in the Canadian Shield against incursions from the Northwest Passage?  The “flood-and-freeze scenario”, the global land bridge?  What is colourless above us, always?  The land or the sky or the ice or the water or the slush, or the belly of the future?  Why is it moving, is it going to break apart?  Is it crude to feel things this way?  Is it a symptom?  Siberism - thinking the ocean from below - the sky or the northern limit...

[marilynxmansfield-blog]

tag dump

[cytharat]

Le tag de la tag meme

Tagged by @gerdavonrinnlingen thank you!

Bonjour, ma petites croissants.

It faut ajouter quelque chose en français? Oh bien :3 Salut à tous!

Rules: Answer all questions, add one question of your own and tag as many people as there are questions.

Ohhh boy I’m too lazy to count the questions and idk who to tag because I was away last week and have no idea who has and hasn’t done it yet, so if you read this and want to do it, please consider yourself tagged! 

Yes, you!

Coke or Pepsi: honestly I couldn’t care less :’D then again I rarely drink soft drinks anyway and if I do I usually buy the disgusting no brand stuff because it’s cheap like me lmao

Disney or Dreamworks: Disney

Coffee or tea: well, I'm addicted to both

Books or movies: aw man that’s not fair, they’re entirely different mediums D:

Windows or Mac: Windows

DC or Marvel: I kind of like bits and pieces of both? lolol this either/or thing is clearly not working for me

Xbox or PlayStation: is PC an option because lmao it’s the only thing I have

Dragon Age or Mass Effect: please don’t do this to me

Night owl or early riser: night owl, definitely

Cards or chess: neither :’D I’m a total grinch when it comes to like parlour games. I was traumatised as a child.

Chocolate or vanilla: uhh in ice cream? vanilla. But generally I think chocolate

Vans or Converse: converse

Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar: ohhh boy my canon quizzie is a Trevelyan, but I love all my children blbl

Paragon or Renegade? Paragade lmao I’m sorry but my Shepard was like 85% Renegade and that’s how I liked it >.> 

Star Wars or Star Trek? Star Wars, but I really do love Star Trek as well. tbh I always find it odd when people compare the two because they’re really nothing alike? It’s just that they both happen to take place in space somewhere

One episode per week or binge watching? hmm, binge watching I think, although I have the attention span of a goldfish so sometimes I can’t really handle more than a 45-minutes episode at a time

Kill Quinn or kiss him? is this a trick question XD I’m still miffed that I didn’t get to smooch him during the class story because no homo etc etc

Republic or Empire? I enjoy playing both sides for very different reasons, but in the end when it comes down to it I guess I’d always choose the Republic? Simply because yay democracy and civil rights lmao

Fanfic: Fluff or Hurt? I need like a healthy mix of both? And it mostly depends on what I’m in the mood for at that moment :D