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OCTOBER 15TH. CRUELLA DE VIL

“i live for fur, i worship fur. after all, is there a woman in all this wretched world who doesn't?.”

♱ — shouto todoroki + fearplay.

♱ — synopsis; cruella de vil cruella de vil… if he doesn’t scare you, no evil thing will. a man of shouto todoroki’s calibre finds amusement in torturing the one thing he might love more than spots… his favourite little hybrid, his most prized possession…you.

♱ —length; 5.9K

♱ — warnings; please read for your own safety! mdni, smut 18+, heavy smut, characters aged up to 20s, mentions of smoking, cigarette burns, dry humping, shoe humping, stockholm syndrome, orgasm control, fear play, power play, clothed sex, blowjobs, oral sex ( m!receiving ), humiliation, edging, pictures, spit!kink, fem!reader, hybrid!reader, cruella de vil!todoroki. not beta read !

♱ — notes; beep boop !! happy sinister saturday my angels, this week we have one of my faves, cruella de vil 'n shou so i hope you enjoy!! i'm so excited to share this one with you <3 - m.list ₊ kinktober m.list ₊ taglist 𓆩♡𓆪

there is always work to be done when achieving perfectionism

discipline and obedience were two very important lessons shouto todoroki had learned early on in life.

though raised with a silver spoon perched between his perfect lips— the man, like any other who has walked this earth, has had his fair share of struggles too. enji todoroki was a man who believed in perfectionism…only achieved by hard work. discipline. obedience.

his father was unrelenting in making sure shouto knew what those words meant, raised up to take over the family business out of the three other siblings in his brood. he was neglected and unloved— but taught lessons on how to manage, make money, to speak when spoken to and listen when required to. shouto was malleable, easily trained back then, worked hard to please his father and all the companies to the family name until his light broke. until he’d had enough.

with uniquely split peppermint hair he’d managed to escape into the shadows with a sum of hush money as though not to spill the evil secrets of his upbringing— shouto had kept his lessons of obedience and discipline in mind. the money he would use as a start up, rationed into portions for rent, food and materials for the clothes he’d designed. someday hoping to make a man out of himself, and sell them to the world.

todoroki wanted to be seen by people, for his designs to reach and touch the hearts of people across the country and maybe even the world— but to do so he had to be obedient, taking an entry level job at a department store that sold high fashion ( of course under a different name…the name cruella, shouto would start from the bottom and make his own way up— he wouldn’t be attached to the cruelty of his childhood ). names of dior, gucci and valentino… burberry, celine, christopher wang flashed in front of his mismatched eyes over tills on a daily basis— pearls and diamonds he’d never seen or heard of were favoured among customers in the store. he aspired to be like them, become a household name.

to be recognised for his efforts in the world of fashion he would have to work hard, make his way up the ranks to afford furs and chiffons for the goes he had designed—stacked up on napkins and parchment paper, whatever he can find, discarded around his shitty little one bed studio. todoroki sells his first piece into a winter collection after months of cold calling and door knocking towards big owners of major stores.

success, comes with discipline, feigning obedience.

and shouto todoroki knows that he’s finally made it when the calls come flooding into his quiet, dingy london apartment looking for hints in whether or not he’s designed a spring collection.

of course he had, years in advance.

and that brings us to today, where there’s corporate buildings across the world with his alias spelled out in big red and white letters across the front, filled with passionate designers and models and all sorts of staff. there are billboards at every corner plastered with teasers for todoroki’s upcoming fashion show, he’s been on the cover of all editions of vogue at one point or another— he’s built himself off of the ground.

starting with obedience and discipline and mixed with a hint of dedication.

perhaps todoroki should thank his father for not showing he and his siblings any compassion while they were growing up, for the fearful lessons he instilled in them— but then again, it was the dual haired man who’d made a righteous name out of the syllables of his last, who became a pioneer and spearhead to the fashion industry…not poor old enji. poor poor enji, there’s not a dime to his name these days, shouto and touya had made sure of that by selling their childhood trauma to the media.

shouto made millions which he put towards his fashion company, touya has his band, fuyumi her family comfortably nestled up in some uptight gated community and natsuou wrote a book. they had all utilised what they’d been taught, to make money and to speak when spoken to ( promoted by press to speak on their upbringing of course ).

shouto todoroki is now loved by many, a peppermint haired boy estranged from his family putting himself and his designs in bright colours and elaborate patterns contrasting of his cool, and clipped self out there into the industry. and perhaps it was a cruel move on shouto’s part, but he didn’t care. dear old daddy would have to suffer for raising a son just like him. for acquiescence and regimen breeds rebels, and in excessive amounts, gives birth to bad…bad people.

he is loved, he is bad, but he is free— his ego kissed and stroked by all of those around him, who don’t know the true him. and cruella, or shouto is sure if people knew how bad he truly was behind the smoke screen of his brilliance, then his career wouldn’t quite be the same as it were now.

even though the peppermint haired designer loves his job and his work more than anything— a work life balance was also important to him too, to let the day’s stresses flood from his body was a priority. it was hard to keep the cruelty that danced around in his blood stream at bay while todoroki flittered throughout his offices and approved fabrics or threads…he needed an outlet, a reliever to tuck shouto todoroki away and let cruella come out to play.

as soon as the designer finds himself within his expensive apartment complex— his Chelsey boots clicking against the white glossed marble flooring, he’s swarmed by eager staff that welcome him home. bright eyes full of admiration tracing his outline, puffy cream fur coat, as he cascades through the reception without a care in the world. “afta’noon mister todoroki— i-i mean cruella!” the doorman had greeted him with a bobbing Adam’s apple and polite smile. “a pleasure ta welcome ya back!”

with his diamond lined eyes narrowed, todoroki let the corners of his pretty lips twitch up into a soft, smug grin. “the pleasure is all mine, darling.” he’d replied pompously as he made a b-line for the elevator. there’s confidence in every movement he makes and a bristling frost on every surface he touches as he steps straight from the elevator into his own luxury penthouse apartment, greeted by staff that shiver in his presence when he enters his home.

“mister todoroki,” staff bob their heads in respect, like they’re serving a king which they might as well be. he holds power over everyone who gets a chance to witness him speak, have the honour of seeing him at work. a king in the world of fashion.

todoroki’s boots continue to click and clack the further he explores the penthouse with high swooping ceilings and glass windows about the place—letting the cool night and all it’s stars pour in, illuminating the room accompanied by that of the moon. the white light shines in winter tones through paper scattered about the place, scrapped designs, those that’ll make the cut and some saved for future opportunities like the met gala look a celebrity has requested from him for next year. animal prints are thrown over the backs modern day architecture and chairs— the striped ones are often hidden.

shouto much prefers the perfect simplicity of spots.

they’re his favourite, round…infinite… never ending. the promise of forever is embodied in a perfect spot.

there’s a reason why he has a framed portrait of his most beloved design— a real fur coat, made entirely of spots.

is there anything more precious than something so simple and beautifully designed by nature? this is a question todoroki finds himself asking almost everyone night when he returns home from work, from being adored by people who do nothing but put pennies in his bank account— without even knowing the real him. but then he comes to stand in front of a special locked door, to which he holds the only key, he finds the answer, he smells it hanging in the air of the room as he unlocked it, pushing open the door and tasting the scent of you.

you are the most precious creation known to mankind.

knocking the heels of his pointed boots together, todoroki watches as spotted black and white dalmation ears peek out from deeper in the room, barely visible over the edge of the comfortable leather couch installed into your playroom. they hang over your darling face in shame— you know what you’ve done, and a wicked chill seeps from his bones into the air around you once he notices your dainty tail no longer swishing behind you but instead tucked between your thighs… no doubt slicked up with an orgasm you know you weren’t allowed to have.

he knows, that you know, you’ve done the unthinkable— the punishable, topaz and granite eyes glossing over with a frightening level of disappointment, lips quirking up in satisfaction when you quiver like a leaf in the wind and a puppy whine sits cutely in the ridges of your throat. you’re not to touch what doesn’t belong to you, you know that.

“there you are, pet.” cruella, shouto cocks his head to the side, speaking with his tone tilting into condescending as if he’s looking down on you. he is, clicking his heels together again but three times in order to command you to sit once you reach him. “have you been good?” a scarily sunshine smile sits heavy on the peppermint haired designer’s face, gaze flickering down to where your hips don’t fully touch the floor— no doubt avoiding contact with your swollen, dirty clit. sticky, probably, with a release you shouldn’t have had. “i don’t think you have.”

he pulls a thick, long, thin red and white smoke stick from the left inside pocket of his tailored suit— crouching down to your height and uses the death stick to tilt your stare up from the black leather of his boots to his steeled pair of eyes. “pet?” over the tobacco scent hanging between you both, todoroki catches a whiff of your arousal, a touch of perfume smelling like your instinctual fear… he sees it bright in the pretty flecks in your eyes, dancing around like candles flickering in the wind. it’s a beautiful sight, seeing you scared. he loves it, he thinks—nudging your cheek a little more. “answer me.”

you flinch back at the harsher tone he uses, the one that makes your skin crawl and you immediately lower your head in an obedience that comes with much training. “‘m sorry,” you say in one hesitated breath, shutting away those darling eyes when shouto drags a thumb over your bottom lip after popping the smoke stick between his own. you lean into him, slightly, foolishly trusting the man with your life. “‘m sorry… i am. r-really, i am—“

you’ve always been meek, todoroki knows that. he’d picked you up from a rundown pound after a hit of inspiration— a whole collection he’d design based off of black and white spots. it had been hard sourcing an amount of Dalmatian hybrids that large— especially after his flimsy childhood friend deku darling and his clumsy pianist partner eijirou had rejected his proposal to take their lot off their hands. they didn’t like the idea of him using real fur, real spots to make a work of art.

out of the bunch he’d brought, shouto kept you. the little pup who cowered in the corner, kept out of sight and out of mind. so instead of turning you into a purse or pair of boots or the fluffy fur coat he’d dreamed of… todoroki kept you, because you were most afraid of him, like you’d soil yourself or cry if the devil popped up to say hello— you didn’t love him, or pretend to at first. you were as real as could be, you didn’t fake it just to be near shouto.

you were perfect.

“c’mon pet, sit with me.” standing to his full height, looming over you— shouto hooks two fingers under your collar, the one he had custom made for you in his colours of red and white, dragging you over to the couch placed in the centre of the room. the leather digs into your skin, your eyes bulging at the lack of aid which fizzles across your empty little brain. “did you miss me, today?”

you sit back on your haunches when todoroki sinks into the couch, your teary eyes instantly and obediently shooting down to his half-hard cock as he man-spreads in his seat. fear breeds obedience, the more scared you are the easier it had been for shouto to train you to behave how he wanted, to be used how he wanted.

nodding, you whine and shouto tuts in disapproval.

“your words, darling.”

“i d-did, i missed you s-shouto!” you perk up a little too quickly at the pet name, smaller-than-his hands resting on the swell of the designer’s thigh before your ears flatten back as if you know that you’ve made a mistake, leaning your baby fat cheek on his leg in hopes of making an apology. “i-i mean sir!”

“what a good girl you are.”

shouto leers down at you, his eyes glinting with iniquity— the glistening gem colours darkening as if raging stormy clouds had blocked out the sun. he reaches out to pet you, and though you wince it’s easy for you to keen into his touch at the slightest hint of praise. “is that why you touched yourself while i was away?” he tilts his head, lips in a faux but cold pout as you simper out for him. “i can smell it on you, you filthy little mutt, soaked on your skin, slicked up on those precious fucking thighs.” suddenly, he grips your puppy dog ears, and the wag of your excited tail slows to a stop. “you disappoint me. you couldn’t even wait until i returned home. for you.”

for you.

only when your eyes brim with apologetic and fat tears, does shouto let go of your sore spotted ear— amused in how you sniffle, frozen in your place by fear. but there’s love in his eyes too, taking the form of heart shaped pupils as his gaze hones in on your messy, teary state. there should be hate blooming in your chest instead of love and yearning. this is the man that took you from your family; saw you as nothing more than fabric between stitches and buttons every time you whined and called out for the pups in your litter.

tapping his food against the floor again, shouto commands your attention. “i’ve worked so hard to keep you safe, pet, you know that’s why i work so hard,” one hand guides yours to the bulge between your owner’s thighs while the other brushes over the pink curve of your bottom lip. “designing and designing…” he pulls you up close, hunching over you at the same so that you’re a breath’s width apart.

your breathing is ragged, chest heaving in anticipation as shouto parts his lips— letting a clear, heavy wad of drool drip from his mouth onto the palette of your eager puppy tongue.

“do you know what i made?”

the question barely registers in your mind as you swallow a haziness of lust taking over— clouding your eyes and a hunger to please clawing it’s way up your throat. “nuh-uh,” you say breathlessly, tilting your head up for more, earning another glob of spit on your tongue. your tiny little hand starts to move on it’s own accord, pawing back and forth, back and forth against your owner’s dress pants. your tail picks up again, adorably swishing from side to side feeling shouto throb beneath your talented little fingertips— blood pulsing through his clothed girth.

“do i have to tell you again, pet? use your words.” todoroki relents, taking your lip between his teeth— taunting you, nearly kissing you but not quite because he knows how much you need it. he knows that if he keeps you on the blurred line between pain and pleasure, fear and felicity…you’ll behave accordingly, become easily malleable into the perfect pet.

“i-i’m not sure, sir.”

“spots.”

it’s so adorable how you go rigid, turning to stone though your heart beats in your chest and your hand rubs harder, greedier at the hard on growing beneath shouto’s expensive clothes. your eyes continue to sparkle too, with desperation to take his cock deep into your salivating mouth, pink tongue rolling out like a puppy in the wind. he sees the way your thighs stick together, grazing one another as your hole slicks itself up— ready for the taking. if he could bend you over, pull your ass cheeks apart, todoroki has no doubt that your little wagging tail would be covered in strings of your potent arousal, oozing in thick waves from your spasming puppy cunt.

he knows this for a fact, not only because hybrids like yourself are wetter, messier to aid the breeding process, but because you love being scared just as much as you so pathetically adore todoroki. you enjoy the flicker of your brain between fight or flight, how he makes your blood run cold or threatens your life as if it hangs in the balance.

mistakenly, you love shouto todoroki— and you think he might feel the same about you. you think if you behave and perform tricks, if you’re obedient just like he had taught you to be..that he might keep you safe. cherish you.

maybe that’s all true, maybe cruella isn’t so cruel. maybe he finds it in his ice laden heart to care for you just a bit… and not just because you’re a cute little pup trained to suck his pretty dick.

“i’m thinking of making another fur coat,” a wicked chuckle rumbles the designers throat like thunder in a storm, only interrupted by his hips that shoot up to grind into your hesitating hand— the one that feels out the lengthy shape of him as his precum smears against the fabric of his underwear in opaque white. he drags a finger over your face, looks with hooded eyes as your lashes brush against your cheek and you drag your tongue over his clothed stiff cock. shouto adores your tremble…you think that he might hit you.

you’d deserve it, and he had before—useless little mutts like you needed to know their place if you wanted to stick around. “that’s…that’s nice sir,” you stutter, holding back on your brainless babbles, your hips gyrating into the floor beneath you, unbred and leaky hole clenching around nothing.

a reflex out of fear.

shouto hums, tilting your chin up to face him when your mouth hits his seedy tip through the fabric of his clothes— the heat from your sloppy tongue penetrating through the rough linen layers. “so, pet, if you want to make sure i don’t turn you into something even prettier… into something nice for me to wear,” todoroki sneers huskily, tinged with evil while he uses his grip on you to shove your face into his lap roughly. “then i suggest, you open up that sweet mouth of yours and let me feed you my cock, hm?” that’s how shouto todoroki gets you hooked, he has you running on the fumes of survival instincts— trained to love him, do absolutely anything for him despite how cruelly he may treat you.

though your crystalline puppy dog eyes are screwed shut and your spotted ears, sweaty and sore and pinned to your skull— you manage to pick up on the clink of todoroki’s gucci belt, making you growl low and impatiently. the desire to taste his cum, make him happy, shoots through you like a sedative injected into your veins, targeting your red blood cells and wrapping around them to spread obedience through you. yet again, against your will, you’re coaxed into the dark, cruel enigma that is shouto todoroki, letting him set fire to your body and take over any logical thought in your mind.

cunt dripping, juices sweet as ripened fruit— you peel back the layers of shouto’s garments ( though his pants sit at his slender hips, not fully pulled down )…a mean chuckle resounding in the sex tainted air in the room as you reveal his cock to your innocent stare, letting him lean back into the leather couch. he’s longer than he is thick, mushroomed tip a little purple with blue-tinted veins running up and down the length of him, a shade rivalling his own hungry eyes as he observes your next moves. the entirety of him pulses in your soft grip, the scent of his arousal bleeding from his cockhead sending your dalmation puppy instincts into overdrive. todoroki hisses, painfully hard, as you take him gently between your fingers— your thumb moving with uncertainty to rub his pre into his tip sweetly.

you’re almost ashamed of how much your mouth starts to water, the strings of your own saliva connecting the roof of your mouth to your tongue that writhes in place— aching to taste him, pleasure him with all that you can. the prominent adam’s apple of shouto’s throat bobs, watching with lustful mismatched eyes as you inch forward like a predator hunting it’s prey— reverting back to animalistic instincts while your pupils dilate. his face scrunches, a haughty moan vibrating in his chest when you grip him fully so you can guide him to your mouth—little hand dwarfed by the size of his cock, soft palm grazing the forked vein on the underside of his shaft as it throbs. “oh pet,” todoroki‘s words are drawled, lips between his teeth. “come on, be good.” you do your best to appease him, dragging his bulbous and creamy tip along the seam of your lips, kitten licking him to test the patience of your owner.

you’re frightful that you might have fucked up when you hear his hands slap down against the leather sofa before shouto drags you by your Dalmatian ears off of his girth, his own breathing irratic and irregular— cruel and cold eyes now blazing with hunger. you look up nervously, a whimper brewing on your wet, pre cum glossed lips to find the smoke stick now between his lips ( he’d lost it when kissing you. ).

“help me light it while you get me hard.” he grunts quietly, voice dipping an octave, dripping with a threat. as if he’s promising you danger if you danger if you don’t comply. he fumbles with his loose left pocket for a light after shoving the smoke stick past your wet, arousal soaked lips— maintaining eye contact as he flicks the lighter in front of the rolled tobacco. even though you can tell that todoroki is heavily aroused; you have no choice but to do what he says. he dominates your life, decides whether or not you stay as a fuckable pet or get turned into the next best fashion item. he has power over you even when his dick pulses in your hand and you squeeze him softly, letting his precum guide your movements as you start to palm him to a slow and steady rhythm. once the smoke stick in your mouth is lit, the flame threatening you, shouto takes it from you and places it between his own lips— puffing a ring of smoke into your face.

your wet puppy nose twitches unhappily, but you know that protesting will only end badly for you. that doesn’t seem to calm the racing heartbeat in your puppypussy, however, drooling at the idea of being scolded by your owner.

shouto leans back, tousled half and half hair thrown over the back of the couch— his flesh sticking to it, only caused by the cold sweat your temperate mouth has him in. both of you moan when you finally take him into your mouth, sinking down on him until your nose is pressed against milky flesh just like you’d practiced before. yours is desperate and needy, shouto’s raspy— proud at how well his little pup treats him.

of course, todoroki had to train you to suck cock too, breaching the innocence of your mouth despite your whimpered out protests at the time. he’d soon fucked it into your throat that if you wanted to live, you wouldn’t have a choice in the matter.

“y-you, oh fuck—“ shouto lets out a throaty hybrid noise, a lewd mix between an amused laugh and a deep moan as you flex your saliva laden tongue against the underside of his dick— taking a puff of his tobacco before looking down at you with so much love you might even think it was real. “you’re so pretty pet, so… so pretty.” he knows he’s done a good thing by keeping you, cruella; shouto todoroki brought to his knees by the sinful heat of your hell searing mouth, making him repent for everything he’s ever done wrong. “were you scared, pretty? t-that why you’re taking my cock so fucking well?”

all you can do it nod, swallowing the designer down eagerly in response— a resounding hum sending chills running down his spine as teeth and tongue vibrate around his shaft. you can’t help but let your awe-filled eyes flutter shut at the heaviness of todoroki on your tongue, drooling and dribbling above the place— soaking through his clothes that probably cost more than an entire litter of Dalmatian hybrids such as yourself. he oozes copious sums of precum, thick enough to glue your mouth shut ( like peanut butter for puppies ), filling you up and luring you into going after more.

pleasing him more.

your cheeks swell while you paw desperately at shouto’s ruined lap— breathing deep through your nose before you feel the weight of his hand right between your sensitive puppy dog ears. he tugs at the twitching limbs, twisting them while pushing you down on his aching cock. your throat contracts, cheeks hollowing until you’ve swallowed him down to the base and you’re practically gagging on the length of him, tip brushing against your uvula lips k the way down. poor puppy, you flinch at the slight twinge of pain from where shouto begins to pound your mouth roughly, balls slapping against your chin, slurping mixed with his yowls of delight filling combining with the sweat and sex loaded air. when you flinch, your teeth graze at the sensitive veins wrapping around shouto— making him choke just like you, on a puff of his smoke stick.

“fucking mutt, oh—shit!” he snarls, yanking you off of his tender and red, smarting cock— not caring of the way he holds you hurts you. “watch your fucking mouth, pretty. or i really will turn you into my next fur coat, darling.” the warning is firm, rattling you to your core, your mouth even more so wet and salacious at the fear shouto strikes in you. you’re back on him before you know it, his hips jutting up into the molten heat of your mouth, tip hitting the inside of your cheek, making him shudder every time. todoroki would be lying if he wasn’t obsessed with the way your floppy Dalmatian ears bounded the more he rolled his hips into your mouth, fucking your face. he was even more delighted by your sharp canines just brushing over his shaft, but he wouldn’t admit that.

loosening his tie, he throws his head back in a drawn out gripe, his moans raising a pitch when you grip his swollen balls, full of cum and roll them between dainty fingers. he pulls his smoke stick from his lips, tongue darting out to wet them as he taps the ash against your pretty face. “i think i’ll get you off pet, since you missed me so much. since i feel so bad for scaring you.” todoroki coos with faux sympathy, head lolling down to get a good look at your tear stained cheeks and your clumped together lashes. his dual toned hair now askew.

stilling in surprise, you yelp in shock as shouto shoves a boot between your arousal painted thighs— pressing the toe against your aching, untouched clit that's barely covered by the flimsy baby-doll shorts you usually wear. they’re coated in your sweet honey, and your owner’s mouth hangs open; mocking the darling mewl that would leave your own if you weren’t being stuffed full of cock.

the boot nestles perfectly at your cunt, spreading your swollen pussy lips apart and expostulating it’s in your sweltering heat. “you’re this wet? from hardly being touched?” he mocks you, pulling his foot back to stimulate your core. “oh darling, you’re soaked, pathetically so.” it is; it’s embarrassing how turned on you are from being threatened, fucked like your mouth is a flesh light. how you want him to love you even though you could be killed at any second. “grind that pretty pussy down on me pup, suck me off good and maybe I’ll let you cum.”

doing as you’re told, you work yourself down on shouto— tail thumping against the floor while you circle your hips over the cool leather of his shoe, the material pulling back the hood on your clit and sending shockwaves of dopamine across your brain. puppy dog eyes cross, with tongue running it’s owl circles along todoroki’s shaft. the fact that he looms over you, has all the power in the world to end you servers as your own personal adrenaline but you don’t dare deny that getting him off, gets you off too.

despite trying not to fall apart at every lick and suck you give him, sweat shines on todoroki’s pale winter skin— just as cold as he is, but maybe his evil heart melts a little, maybe having fur is less valuable to him when you weakly pull off him, and your precum-spit glossed lips encapsulate his seedy cockhead as if to makeout with it, running the tip of your tongue through his sensitive slit. “that’s it pet, swallow me down. earn that right to cum.” simpering, shouto grabs the sides of your head— holding you in place as his ploughs his hips and dick shallowly into o-shape of your mouth, battering about inside of it.

the cigarette he smokes just barely burns marks into the black spots or your ears, making you whimper out despite desperately thrusting down against your owner’s foot, practically riding it while a tight knot forms in your lower stomach and your puppycunt gushes about the place.

todoroki lets you go once he’s exerted himself, a mop of sweaty red and white locks dangling over the back of the couch. the world wouldn’t believe it it they saw their beloved cruella now; twitching and heaving as he stares his Dalmatian puppy down, marvelling in the way you spit down onto his bulbous and dripping cockhead before joining you in doing the same. the frothy white and bubbly mix crudely runs down his shaft, and you’re quick to lick it up from the balls to his slit again.

“oh fuck, pretty darling. you’re trying to ruin me, aren’t you?”

you don’t answer, jerking the man off as you look up at him so debauched; yet so innocent. he can see you fight the cross in your eyes as he wiggles his boot against your hardened pleasure nub, a cream staining the leather.

“w-words pet. tell me or you really won’t get to cum.”

you remember your desperation to be adored by shouto, as well as the release that sneaks up on you. so you find your words though your voice is hoarse from your throat being ravaged and decorated with precum. “i want you always sir,” you plead. “for you to always feel g-good with me!”

shouto grins, menacing, borderline crazy— it makes your pussy lips quiver while he angles his foot up, right as you drag your fluttering entrance over the toe. “you know just what to say to get me close, darling,” he says, grabbing hold of his own dick to tap it against your slobbery puppy tongue, feeding it to you again and thriving in the way that you tilt your head, angling it so he can fuck your cheek makinf your skin bulge. “gonna cum…pet, ‘n you’re gonna be obedient. hold it, until i’m finished with you…or you’re dead. meat.”

he punctuates his words with two rough thrusts, flinching with ecstasy, voice trembling. todoroki doesn’t let up in teasing your pulsating pussy, shaking his foot as you bump and grind against the shoe to your hearts content— fighting not to lose your orgasm while simultaneously dragging shouto to the edge of his own. it’s obscene the way both your mouth and cunt squelch, your owner leaking ungodly amounts of arousal into your mouth and down your chin ( though you’re no better, hot wet pussy ruining his shoes for good ).

todoroki loses his pace, smoke stick just missing his lips from how irregular and languid his thrusts are and before you know it, he’s taken a hold of your sore dog ears once more— his high takint him by surprise. “holy fuck, that’s it pet, be a good fucking dog, take it all. my seed.” the world around shouto todoroki falls away into mismatched pieces, warm and viscous cum flooding your mouth in waves; and you can’t even stop, sloppily worshipping his cock and all they it offers you as if todoroki is your god.

he might as well be, the way controls whether you live or die; even as you stare up at hearts dazzling your eyes. you need him to love you, to be proud of you. “so g-good, god pet. you’re wonderful,” the cruelty of cruella praises you, still filling you the brim with seed that sits salty on your tongue. todoroki takes a drag of his cigarette, feeling loopy, happier than ever with his decision to keep you.

lewdly, he drags shapes onto your swollen clit too, rocking his shoe against you— amused at how you struggle to keep your release at bay. tapping out the ash of his tobacco one last time, todoroki puts it out by singing the end of his cigarette into your spotted puppy ear again— smiling at your low, whistle tone whine.

“cum.” he commands, smearing his ruined cock against your lips. “or else, you won’t get another chance.”

fear breeds obedience and as if on queue, your body follows the order— a clear stream of arousal splashing out hard against the floor from your raw, sticky cunt. the world is a blinding white, black spots eating at the corner of your vision.

by the time you come to, world famous designer cruella— shouto todoroki has returned to petting your hair with gentle care that doesn’t make you fear him any less but makes you love him a little more. he chuckles, red and white hair shaking with it as you sleepy nuzzle his thigh— a mess of cum and tears and spit.

so shouto snaps a picture of you, a perfect muse for his next design.

his obedient and well disciplined, precious dalmation puppy hybrid.

more precious than any spot in the world.

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View of the Núria Valley (Vall de Núria) in the High Pyrenees, Catalonia.

Photo by Vall de Núria (Instagram, Facebook, Twitter).

This valley is only accessible through a rack railway. This train ride lasts for 40 minutes and goes up an elevation of 1,059 m (= over 3474 ft) in just 12.5 km (= over 41 010 ft).

The valley is a highly symbolic place in Catalan culture and Christian religion, because the Virgin of Núria (Mare de Déu de Núria) was found here.

You can read the legend about Saint Giles, a little bit of history, and the fertility ritual that is still done nowadays under the cut.

The legend says that Saint Giles the Hermit lived in Núria between the years 700 and 703. During his stay, he used to ring a bell to call the shepherds of the valley in order to explain Christianity to them. The shepherds would gather around a cross that Saint Giles had sculpted himself, and he would give them food that he cooked himself in a cauldron. It was during these years that Saint Giles also sculpted the image of the Virgin Mary. As a result of a religious persecution, Saint Giles left, but not before hiding the bell, the cross and the cauldron.

In the year 1072, a man called Amadeus came from Dalmatia or Syria to Núria, because he was following a divine inspiration that told him where to find Mary's relics. Some local shepherd helped him build a little chapel, but he didn't find anything so eventually he left. Years later, in 1079, a bull hit one of the chapel's walls and, when the wall crumbled, the shepherds found the image of Mary, the bell, the cross and the cauldron.

The first hospice for pilgrims that we have written proof of dates from the year 1162, in the same Papal bull where Pope Alexander III declares September 8th as the feast dedicated to the Virgin of Núria, as is still celebrated nowadays. Sadly, the early buildings were destroyed in the 1428 Catalonia earthquake. It was rebuilt and expanded in the 1440s and the 1600s, but in the 1880s it was considered that such an important site needed bigger and more modern architecture instead of the old and small one in a style that was considered old-fashioned. For this reason, in the 1880s they started building the sanctuary building we can visit nowadays, with a facade designed in 1923, and the old church was demolished.

Building the new church, June 1911.

A tradition that has survived until nowadays involves the cauldron and the bell. Couples who can't have children go to the Núria sanctuary, where the woman places her head in the cauldron and rings the bell. This is the way of asking Mary of Núria to give them children. The tradition is that, if it works and they have a girl, they will name her Núria, and if it's a boy, they will name him Gil. Some folklorists such as Joan Amades have written that miraculous fertility was already the point of pilgrimage to the valley in pre-Christian times.

Photos: historical postcards and Apunts de viatges (Jordi Canal-Soler).

The Virgin of Núria is the patron saint of the Catalan Pyrenees and one of the most famous Found Marys in Catalonia. Núria is a very common name in Catalan.

In 1967, the statue of the Virgin of Núria was kidnapped by a group of Catalan Catholic antifascists (who weren't identified until 50 years later!) but this post has been long enough, so we'll talk about this another day.

#vall de núria #catalunya #fotografia #landscape #catalonia #travel photography #travel #europe #nature #landscape photography #tourism #mountains #scenic #natura #nature photography #núria #llegendes #religió

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Shadybug’s Revenge- The Sweet & The Sour

(Hopefully an extra long post will make up for the wait. Please enjoy the strange French idioms and google their english counterparts.)

Just as there is no such thing as a free lunch, Magic ALWAYS comes with a price.

Especially when it is used for selfish or evil purposes.

Playing fast and loose with powers beyond your understanding was a recipe for disaster.

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Marinette had so many ideas, none of which she intended to use more than once.

A pattern is trackable, it can be defended against, followed. Repeating the same tactics was a sure fire way to get caught.

So, as satisfying as it was to pilfer Sabrina’s locker, leaving Chloe without an acceptable excuse for not having a week’s worth of homework, it wasn’t a plan that could be used again.

Because Sabrina wasn’t stupid; she would realize she was being targeted and her locker wasn’t safe.

As an expert in breaking into lockers herself after years of doing so at Chloe’s command, the ginger-haired girl would have no problem hanging back to see who was lurking about the lockers when all other students should be elsewhere.

She could possibly even plant a booby-trap in hopes of identifying the culprit.

No, it was better that the homework thing was a single occurrence. Frequent theft would alert Chloe. This way, it was more likely to be believed as Sabrina’s incompetence rather than sabotage; leaving Chloe furious at her personal servant and none the wiser.

Marrinette DID have plans for Chloe’s own locker, but that would have to wait- multiple instances involving lockers so close together was too suspicious.

That was fine, it gave Marinette more time to experiment-

The biggest perk of her new powers was the “Lucky Charm”, which had limits;

She could only summon 1 Lucky Charm at a time. If she tried to summon a 2nd, 3rd, or 4th Lucky Charm, then the previous Lucky Charm would disappear.

BUT!

The Lucky Charm would remain, even if she de-transformed, until she willed it away.

Of course this meant that if she transformed again and tried summoning a new Lucky Charm, then the item she summoned from her last transformation would disappear, but this also meant she could keep a Lucky Charm for as long as she wanted, even if it was out of her sight.

This was by far the most useful function, since just as dough can take hours to rise, sometimes a plan needs a few days before it bears fruit.

——

The Le Grand Paris was a fortress of a Hotel.

Andre Bourgeois took great care in sparing no expense when it came to security; from the latest cameras and alarms to bribing Enforcers to do extra patrols around the Concorde.

Sneaking inside was going to be a challenge that would take a while to plan out.

Thankfully, there was something else M. Bourgeois took pride in.

Being married to the renowned “Queen of Style”, meant if he didn’t want to end up in

la niche du chie, he couldn’t let their “little princess” wear anything that was out of season.

As far as Chloe was concerned, any outfit that was a year old was considered a moldy antique, and she would sooner die than wear the same dress twice.

Which meant she got new clothes more often than the Boulangerie got flour deliveries.

But Chloe Bourgeois did not “go shopping”. That was for average, poor people.

Instead, she selected only the most expensive designs from fashion catalogs and had them wrapped and delivered straight to her room.

It’s been said that there is no parade more elaborate than the monthly draught of butlers and bellboys; their arms overloaded with carefully wrapped parcels that stacked above their heads, marching single file down the halls of the Le Grand Paris, marshaled in by security staff guiding them with orange batons like an aviation ground crew, all the way to Chloe’s personal suite.

Should a single shoebox be dropped, the fool responsible would be fired on the spot.

This was typically followed by “the purge”, where clothes, shoes, and accessories from the front of her closet that were deemed too old and “utterly useless”, were carried out to the incinerator with other burnable trash.

Items from the middle would be pushed to the front, and the items in the back moved to the middle, making the back of the closet free for all her new purchases.

It was her father’s idea of being “frugal”, only replacing part of his daughter’s wardrobe at a time to get the most use out of her “older” clothes, and her newer purchases having to wait to be shown off…

Unless something came up where she needed to demonstrate her superiority.

Chloe Bourgeois was waste incarnate; and her “wardrobe refresh” had a schedule you could set your clock by.

THIS was the Hotel’s weakness- the flaw in its top rate security.

The tricky part was deciding how to take advantage of it.

Marinette had an idea of what she wanted to do, but putting it into motion without anyone suspecting anything magical was the catch.

As much as she wanted Chloe to suffer, breaking the rules The Supreme had set would only lead to her own downfall.

Thankfully, her Lucky Charm was intuitive; it seemed to know exactly what she wanted to do and provided her with an object that was best suited to achieve her goals.

This was something she had to remind herself of, because the red and black polka-dotted hard cover of a thick book on flying insects was the last thing she was hoping for.

She hated bugs.

But so did Chloe.

The longevity of the Lucky Charm was tested, as it took four days for Marinette to find a page that inspired her.

Truly, using her Miraculous was far more educational than spending time in school;

Mme. Mendeleiev never went into specific details about certain species of bugs, like the Tineola bisselliella.

Prior to receiving her earrings, Marinette would have never guessed that breaking into the entomology lab of the Sorbonne University Pierre and Marie Curie Campus, only a few blocks away from the recently fully condemned ruins of The Notre Dame Cathedral, was far easier than trying to sneak into the Le Grand Paris Hotel.

Before her powers, she would have no way of knowing that while Enforcer Patrols on the 8th arrondissement are quite heavy along the store fronts along the Avenue des Champs-Élysées, the backsides of the stores where trucks and delivery vans load, were rather lacking in security. Only a single outer camera per building, and only 1 patrol sweep per hour based on her Lucky Charm radar.

There was definitely no way Collège would teach her how to fool a hard-wired camera that would sound an alarm if physically tampered with.

That trick she learned on her own-

Her yoyo’s ‘phone’ also conveniently had a camera function.

Positioning herself on the dove white cement block wall just above the security camera allowed her to get just the right angle to snap a pic of the loading doors.

Using the string of the yoyo and wire from a discarded clothing hanger in a nearby dumpster, she was able to affix the screen of the ‘bug-phone’ displaying the pic in front of the security camera lens far away enough to see the screen but close enough that the red and black edges of the yoyo were out of sight.

With this, she could take her time picking the lock with her Lucky Charm to get inside without anything showing up on camera footage.

(*POSSIBLE S5 SPOILERS*

Idk if you remember, but in the Paris Special it clearly showed that, just like Ladybug in the 5th season finale in her fight against Monarch, Shadybug has enough control over her powers that she doesn’t need to throw up her yoyo to summon a lucky charm.)

Dior… Chloe’s go-to shoe brand.

Unlocking the back door? C'est du gâteau!

The problem would be what awaited on the other side.

Summoning another Lucky Charm gets her a small red and black hand-held object even smaller than the patrol radar. Its shape reminds her of those ‘walkie-talkies’ she’s seen in old movies, but this has 3 antennas and a glowing LCD screen with a large central button.

The screen reads:

WIFI2.4G: 2400-2500MHz WIFI5.2G: 5125-5350MHz WIFI5.8G: 5725-5850MHz

Marinette has never seen a device like this, but she has a strong gut feeling that she knows what it does.

This was the moment of truth….

Pressing the central button makes all 3 lines of text blink before changing to:

{disabled}

Heart racing, she opens the door- it is pitch black save for 3 small red LED lights in the center back and sides of the room, indicating the presence of interior cameras- obviously placed to catch employees slacking off when they should be loading or unloading product, or as a back-up in case the hard wired camera outside was disabled.

The interior cameras would no doubt transmit video directly to a monitored, online data center rather than the closed system outside that was recorded and viewed later.

There was no telling how long the WIFI could be down before interruption of service alerts Enforcers to do an extra sweep of the area, so she pushes the button on the jammer again.

Based on a previous internet search, she now had roughly 5 minutes for the cameras to reboot, and even less time before the door alarms go off.

As luck would have it, similar to her parents’ store, the keypad for the alarm is on the wall right next to the back door.

Leaning in close and using the glow from the signal jammer’s LCD screen, she quickly glances at the 4 most worn out numbers on the key pad.

The number of guesses she has is irrelevant; she only has 30 seconds worth of ‘tries’ before the alarms blare and all nearby Enforcer cars surround the building.

‘No pressure.’

She gets it on her 5th try.

But that doesn’t mean she can relax…

The timer is still counting down on when the cameras will be up and running once more, and she needs to locate Chloe’s order before then.

The blinking of the red LED lights alerts her that her time is up and she dives behind a pallet full of boxes by a far corner in what she can only hope is a blind-spot, ducking out of sight just as the lights changed from blinking red to a solid green.

She takes a moment to catch her breath-assuming she hasn’t lost count, she now has about 36 minutes to find the shoes set aside for Chloe, make the switch, then re-set the alarm, lock the doors, and retrieve her yoyo before the next Enforcer Patrol comes by.

If she was caught, she had no doubt The Supreme would ensure she was never heard from again.

Yeah, she would be the world’s biggest liar if she tried to tell herself she wasn’t scared out of her mind right now… Who wouldn’t be?

Why did she think she could do this??

This back room storage area was way larger than she anticipated, (it was only the first floor, surely the bottom floor was only for incoming and outgoing products while the upper 4 floors had their own storage rooms for their respective merchandise, right??) and she had no flashlight- not that she could use it while the cameras were on.

She didn’t want to interrupt the WIFI signal again until she needed to leave; the WIFI going out for too long or going out then coming back on again right away too many times would probably be the same as announcing that somebody was here messing with the system.

If her plan was to go without a hitch, there couldn’t be ANY reason for anyone to suspect that Chloe’s order had been tampered with.

Comment diable was she supposed to find anything in the dark in under 30 minu-

…. Tu te fous de ma gueule?!

It had to be the magic earrings, there was no way Marinette Dupain Cheng could ever be THIS lucky;

There, on the pallet of boxes she had chosen to hide behind, illuminated by the faint glow of the LCD screen in her hand, was the letter “B”.

A slow sweep across the label revealed O…U…R…G…E….

‘Y a pas moyen...’

…O…I…S.

30 boxes worth of flats, heels, and boots.

For Chloe?

Yup. That seemed about right.

Marinette didn’t have enough materials for all of them, but she would make do.

Quickly picking out 8 boxes of flats, she opened the fanny pack she’d swiped from the back of her father’s closet and pulled out what looked like 16 desiccant packs.

Enough for 1 per shoe- only someone looking closely with a keen eye would be able to tell that the words “silica gel” had been hand stamped on each paper sachet, rather than professionally printed, and sealed with a glue-stick instead of a heat press.

Carefully swapping the real packs for her fakes, Marinette was careful to re-package the designer tissue paper in each shoe box and stack them up carefully on the pallet.

The morning crew would come and see to it that each box was professionally wrapped, and then loaded onto a delivery van headed to the Le Grand Paris so that Chloe could enjoy a Friday after school “parade”.

Pressing the jammer button on and off again gave Marinette 5 minutes to run back to the back door, press the “arm system” button, and lock the door behind her.

She only needed 2.

Leaping up the side of the building, she retrieved her yoyo and checked the watch function; still 8 minutes to spare before the next Enforcer patrol.

Ha! Hardly exciting (je touche du bois.)

She couldn’t believe it; she’d just successfully broken into DIOR.

At this rate, a heist at Le Grand Paris would be a snap!

Who would’ve ever believed that clumsy Marinette was such a pro at pulling off heists? Was this what success felt like?

It felt pretty good!

All that was left to do now was parkour her way back home, dump the desiccant packs, then wait until her parents went down to open the Bakery in the morning to return her father’s vintage bag to the forgotten depths of his bedroom closet.

He’d never know it’d been missing.

In 3 days, the tiny, pinhead sized eggs stolen from the University lab would hatch into voracious larva that would eat their way through the paper sachets before beginning to devour every designer blouse, skirt, and dress they could crawl to.

By the time Chloe reached the back of her closet and noticed the chew holes, the damage would be done… Thousands of euros worth of damage, and the larva would have already found hiding spots to form their cocoons.

De-transforming inside her room, Marinette giggled at the thought of Chloe opening her closet doors weeks later and screaming through a face full of fluttering moths.

The imagery alone made it worth how exhausted she felt.

Was this the fatigue you were supposed to feel once the surge of adrenaline wore off?

Well, nothing a few hours sleep wouldn’t cure.

———

…Or not.

The shrieking tone of the morning alarm was enough to make anyone curse, and Marinette was no exception… But she couldn’t recall the last time it was enough to make her wake up with a headache.

All of her muscles felt sore, which didn’t make sense since the suit did all the hard work and physical exertion.

Was this still that adrenaline burn out? Or did she manage to come down with something?

She wouldn’t be surprised; spending too much time outside and breathing in Parisian night air was guaranteed to make you sick.

But without an actual fever, her mom would never let her stay home from school.

She would have to suck it up and muscle her way through the day.

It would probably also be a good idea to avoid transforming for the next few days- she’d definitely had enough excitement to last her for a while and a break was overdue….

….That had been the plan anyway.

But some opportunities were just too good to pass up!

Gabriel Agreste, yes, The Gabriel Agreste, famous designer of the world renowned “GABRIEL” brand was holding a derby hat design contest at HER school!

The winning hat would even be featured in his next Fashion Show!

La cerise sur le gatea? M. Agreste himself was coming to select the winner. IN. PERSON.

This was HUGE.

There would even be live news coverage!

Though Marrinette was pretty sure this was mostly a publicity stunt thought up by the school to make angry parents forget about “The Boiler Room Incident,” she couldn’t deny that this was a rare chance.

Not for her, of course.

There was no way Chloe would leave her alone if Marinette tried to enter, and with her being so close to M. Agreste’s son, it would just take one word from the blonde and Marinette would not only be disqualified, but probably black-listed as well.

That was fine.

Okay, no, it wasn’t fine.

It was the exact opposite of fine! And totally unfair!!!

But…

Avoir d’autres chats à fouetter.

After all, years of being Chloe’s figurative punching bag meant Marinette knew Chloe’s ultimate weakness; Attention.

The only thing Chloe loved more than her hair was being in the spotlight.

A chance to appear on TV alongside Adrien Agreste was as good as a siren’s song.

But there was no way that Chloe had any hope of winning that contest, unless she cheated.

Cheating happened to be one of the few things Chloe was actually good at, and she did so every chance she got.

It was almost too predictable; Chloe would just have Sabrina steal someone else’s idea, then, without lifting a finger, pay a professional to make it for her, then present the hat at the contest as her own work.

It would be Chloe’s word versus her victim’s, and Marinette knew exactly how that would play out.

This was also in her favor; no matter what, that evil girl would INSIST the design was her own, even though she wouldn’t bother to take notice of whatever it was.

Chloe never cared about what she stole, only that she felt joy in making the people she stole from suffer.

It didn’t matter who got hurt.

There was no way to know who was entering the contest without taking a peek at the sign-up sheet, and there was no way Marinette could risk doing that without painting a target on her back.

It was so much easier to make yourself invisible when people weren’t actively seeking you out to make your life miserable.

Chloe had a new favorite patsy, (some opinionated girl with glasses), and Marinette had no intention of reminding her former bully that she still existed.

Besides, she didn’t need to know who Chloe decided to steal from.

All she needed was her earrings, a little something from home, and a quick online search of the schedule for today’s bus routes.

The judging would take place 2 hours after the end of the school day. Not much time for a teenager to put together a hat from scratch, but for a professional Milliner it was nothing.

Which is why when lunch time hit, it was no surprise that Sabrina left Chloe’s side to “eat lunch at home today”.

As if.

The 32 bus wouldn’t take Sabrina anywhere near her apartment.

But it would take her to Rue du Faubourg Saint-Honoré, where some name dropping and the Bourgeois credit line would allow her to have any boutique or atelier drop everything to create whatever design she brought to them, no questions asked.

It would also ensure that afterwards, everyone would deny her ever coming there in the first place.

(The name ‘Audrey Bourgeois’ carried a lot of weight, and her daughter never hesitated to throw it around.)

Now, the thing about Sabrina Raincomprix was that she was a good lackey; obedient, dedicated, and cautious.

Having a strict, Enforcer father who believed in “Guilty until proven innocent.” meant that she was paranoid about getting caught doing Chloe’s dirty work, and would go to great lengths to keep her ‘master’ from falling under suspicion.

The ginger-haired girl wouldn’t be eating anything today; her lunch break would be spent traveling to deliver the stolen hat design, then taking the long way back to school to avoid being spotted.

This also meant that after school, she would have to take a bus back to pick up the finished derby, then take a 2nd bus that would drop her off near Place de la Concorde, then take a 3rd bus back to the school so it looked like she had only gone straight to the Grand Paris Hotel to pick up Chloe’s hat and bring it to the school for her, because heaven forbid that brat should carry anything herself.

The final trait that made Sabrina such a good servant?

She was punctual.

Due to Chloe’s short temper, Sabrina had an extreme case of what Max Kanté had once called “Allegrophobia.”

She was so afraid of being yelled at for not being on time that she had a consistent habit of not double checking things before rushing off to where she was ordered to be.

Even the tiniest of delays was enough to give her anxiety.

Marinette knew from experience just how easy it was for someone to take advantage of your anxiety.

It was high time those 2 got a taste of their own medicine.

However, this would require a sacrifice, and a risk bigger than any she had taken so far.

The Supreme had been clear; she could not be seen, no one was to know about the existence of her Miraculous or magic.

It was for this reason that she had carefully restricted use of her powers to inside her room, the rooftops at night, or in secluded places where she was absolutely sure no other living soul was around.

But if she was going to out-cheat the world’s nastiest cheater, Marinette would have to transform in broad daylight and intercept Sabrina en route.

If Sabrina- no, if anyone saw even a hint of her spots, it was all over!

She could see it now; The Bakery forced to shut down, her parents sent to a Penitentiary camp, her citizenship revoked- no, make that her very name erased from existence and she was forced to work underground in some coal mine with weighted balls and chains around her ankles, never again allowed to see the light of day!

… Okay, so nowhere had it specifically said any of that was going to happen, but The Supreme did say the penalty would be severe, and honestly? It was possible.

If she was really going to go through with this, she would have to be quick and more than a little clever.

She doubted her Lucky Charm could conjure up an item to erase people’s memories.

So far, all her Lucky Charms had been items that actually existed- hard as it was to believe that something like magic could have limitations.

Not that Marinette would ever leave her fate up to magic alone, not when she had technology on her side.

The internet was just as powerful as her earrings, only instead of ‘Lucky Charms’ it could conjure up things like detailed city maps with street views via satellite, as well as the pick-up times of the buses that stopped at those streets.

It was only a matter of deciding which one of those streets would be ideal for an ambush.

The hardest part?

Coming up with an excuse to get out of running the cash register at the Bakery after school.

Marinette reviewed the options in her head;

Lying about wanting to enter the design contest wouldn’t get her anywhere.

Faking an illness was just as pointless- her mom would stand watch to make sure the thermometer wasn’t tampered with while checking for a temperature.

Any studying for a major test could be done after the Bakery closed and before she went to bed.

Non, nope, and no bueno.

If she wanted to escape her after-school obligations, she not only had to be creative…

She had to be gross.

——

She was late coming home after school, she had to make a detour to find a Picard vending machine.

Luckily, her leather satchel made it easy to conceal her purchases.

She ran past the Bakery counter, ignoring her mother’s glare and answering demands of “Where have you been?!” with her own rushed “Can’tTalkMyStomachIsKillingMe!” as she raced up the stairs to the 2nd floor bathroom.

Locking the door behind her, she stared at the toilet with dread.

Her kwami floated out from her bulky jacket pocket to stare at her with what Marinette imagined was the creature’s own version of a cringe.

Well, nobody asked for its opinion.

Vending machine bread was cheap, but the taste was way off in her humble opinion. Too much yeast. Though she hadn’t purchased it with the intention of eating it…

A minute, maybe a minute and a half was all it took for the brioche to bloat up after hitting the water. A single flush was all that was needed to make the evidence vanish, as well as clog the drain.

She pulled out the plastic covered slice of chocolate cake and hesitated; no matter what she made it look like, ganache dissolved in water wouldn’t fool anyone.

“Vous ne pouvez pas utiliser un gâteau au chocolat pour raconter des salades.”

Not without miraculous intervention, at least.

Tikki visibly winced before being sucked into the earrings as Marinette transformed.

No idea why; it should be used to it by now…

She had no idea what Lucky Charm could possibly make her little act convincing, but here goes nothing-!

A small round object wrapped in red plastic with black polkadots landed in her hand.

What was she supposed to do with this??? What even was this?!

She slowly tore open the packaging and - Merde! Was this camembert??

Yup, that’ll do it.

Holding her breath and resisting the urge to gag, she smushed the cheese between her palms for a moment to let it “breathe”, before breaking off bits and plunking the pieces into the porcelain bowl.

Squashing the still wrapped slice of cake in a similar manner, she opened that up and dumped it in the water as well.

De-transforming, she stuffed both wrappers into the inner pockets of her jacket and waited.

According to the time on her phone, 11 minutes had passed before her mother came pounding on the door, inquiring just what she was doing in there?!

Well, she wasn’t folding pastries…

Saying that would’ve been counter-productive though, so instead Marinette gave her most pitiful groan before stammering about clogging the toilet.

The door handle shook and her mother ordered her to open up.

‘As you wish, mommy dear…’

Thankfully, her facial expression didn’t match her thoughts.

Sabine Cheng covered her nose and mouth with horror as Marinette sheepishly stepped out of the bathroom, hunched over and clutching her stomach.

Her pink streaked hair in was in disarray, and her heavy eyeliner was running from sink-water “tears” as she mumbled about how much her stomach had been bothering her since lunch.

Her mother doesn’t even bother to hide her agitation and disgust as she waves her away; ordering her to take some Imodium from the medicine cabinet in the 4th floor bathroom, then go up to her room.

She’ll bring her something light for supper later if she’s feeling hungry, but for now she has to find some gloves so she can sort out the toilet quickly and get back down to watch the register.

Marinette deserved a César Award for the way she trudged up the stairs, head down in shame, her dark pigtails a droopy, frazzled mess.

Once she made it to the 3rd floor, she bolted up to her room faster than galette sold out on La Fête des Rois.

The anticipation was starting to get to her, she actually felt her stomach turning for real, but there wasn’t a moment to spare.

She had 1 last thing to grab from her room before setting things in motion…

Her transformation (still didn’t have a name for it yet, not as if she really needed to since it was a secret), was only needed to get her from her balcony to the rooftop of the building next door.

De-transforming back, Marinette made her way down the fire-escape before making a beeline for the bus stop.

She needed to get to Sabrina’s return route before the ginger-haired girl made her way back to Place de la Concorde.

There was nothing suspicious about Marinette riding the bus- she was just a normal girl, with a normal, crappy life, wasting what was left of her precious pocket money on public transportation.

(For real though; what did it take to get a red and black wallet Luck Charm filled with cash??? For the record, she was perfectly ok with said cash vanishing from reality after it’d already been spent.)

Traveling by yoyo would be lot faster, but not even thick Parisian smog could hide that loud red and black suit.

You’d think if The Supreme wanted her to stay hidden so badly, she would be given a Miraculous that was more inconspicuous than black and red spots on hexagonal spandex.

Whatever.

Picking an alleyway with a dumpster to hide behind that would still give her a somewhat decent view of the sidewalk was simple enough after having studied the street views online.

What she was unprepared for was the absolute boredom of waiting for Sabrina’s bus to arrive-

Whoever came up with the saying “There is only late or on time.” clearly had never arrived an hour early with nothing else but the thoughts in their own head to keep them occupied.

Marinette had chosen a spot roughly 9 meters away from the next bus stop Sabrina would have to take to connect her route.

After getting off one bus, it should take her around 17 minutes to walk over from point A.

The goal was to intercept before she could make it to point B.

It was laughable how easy it was to crouch behind a dumpster in the middle of the day without drawing any attention.

Laughable, in a sad, nobody-cares-where-you-are-or-what-you’re-doing-and-never-will, kind of way…

The timer on her phone beeped, signaling Marinette to transform and summon her Lucky Charm…

A bag of Marbles?

Guess it was time to test how well super-powers affected aim.

Staying low with as much of her body behind the bin that she could manage and still peek out, she waited for the first hint of orange hair and an argyle sweater vest.

Her timing was nothing short of miraculous; her thumb flicking the tiny glass ball and shooting it out perfectly beneath the sole of a wedged sneaker, sending Sabrina tumbling backwards, her glasses flying free through the air, hat box dropping from her arms to roll into the nearby alley.

A snap of the fingers had the black and red marble vanish from existence. As far as anyone could tell, that silly girl had tripped over her own feet.

Flailing around to find her wayward glasses took priority, giving Marinette the time she needed to swap out the derby in the hat box, roll it closer to the alley entrance, then de-transform and make herself as small as possible behind the piles of garbage next to the metal bin.

The minutes were ticking away and Sabrina was absolutely frantic as she picked up the box and sprinted towards the stop just as her next bus screeched to a halt- loudly pleading for it not to take off immediately without her onboard.

Marinette would end up waiting a little longer, making sure the bus was long gone before she left that alley to head towards a different stop that would take a more direct route near her home so she could sneak back up to her room before Sabrina could make it back to school.

She came in the same way she’d gotten out, and there was no sign she’d been missed.

No surprise there…

De-transforming left her with a sharp, throbbing pain in her abdomen that had her bent over and hugging herself, inhaling sharply through clenched teeth.

Qu'est-ce que???

It wasn’t that time of the month yet, but this was the same level of cramping she would expect on ‘heavy flow’ days.

Was it from climbing up and down several flights of the fire escape? Or maybe she really was sick? She had been spending a lot of time outdoors, practicing with her yoyo and getting used to ducking behind billboards and scaling buildings.

Also, sitting next to literal garbage probably didn’t do her any favors.

Whatever it was, the solution was clear; She just needed to take a few nights off, maybe get more than 3-4 hours of sleep for a change.

But for right now, she needed to watch the news.

Turning on her laptop, Marinette opened the TVi News webpage and clicked on their livestream.

It would’ve been great to witness the event in person, but she couldn’t risk being seen by Chloe.

Besides, she wouldn’t have to worry about hiding her own reactions to what was about to go down when she was in the safety of her own room.

Clara Contard introduced herself reporting live from the Françoise Dupont cafeteria where students were about to introduce their original Derby Hat creations!

She was overly chipper as she told viewers how today’s winning design would not only be selected by Gabriel Agreste, but also modeled by his son, teen supermodel Adrien Agreste, in his next fashion show!

The camera panned for a wide view to show all of the students who were competing standing at different tables, some nervous, some excited, all waving to the camera.

Marinette recognized a few of the students either from having shared a classroom in previous years, or simply from them laughing at her in the hallway.

Honestly? She hated everyone who entered the contest, with the exception of 2 people, though she doubted they had any chance of winning.

There was a feverish murmer in the background before Mme. Contard announced that the “stars” of the show had arrived; the camera cut to the cafeteria doors opening for Gabriel and Adrien Agreste’s grand entrance.

M. Agreste was taller than Marinette thought he’d be; silver hair parted down the middle, round, white framed glasses, and dressed in a palette of soft blues and neutrals.

He was a far cry from the intimidating design mogul she’d envisioned. But if anything, that made more sense-

This looked exactly like the type of man who would spoil his son rotten; too weak-willed to say “no” to any outrageous demand.

As for Adrien,

Well, it’s not like they had any classes together, and she was always too busy keeping her head down and avoiding being noticed to ever pass him by in between periods, but he also looked different than what she’d expected based on the billboard ads and posters littered all over the city, or as she liked to call them, “visual pollution.”

His hair was cut asymmetrically, and the eye make-up was new…

But what was with that outfit?

Exactly what look was he going for; Sterile-punk in Asylum white?

Mon Dieu, that had better not be the next trend!

Marinette’s huff of annoyance at this point was habitual- she wasn’t interested in watching Chloe’s BFF strut and smile for the camera.

His every move, from the way he walked to his practiced wave was so overly rehearsed and unnaturally flawless, Marinette wouldn’t be surprised if someone told her he was an AI generated hologram rather than an actual human being.

What a stuck-up showoff…

Honestly, she wasn’t really interested in watching any of the contestants either, save for Chloe. But who knows? Maybe she could enjoying watching Fashion Icon Gabriel Agreste verbally rip into each of their designs and leave them in tears like that one cooking show with the angry British Chef?

At least that would be entertaining.

No such luck.

The man was the definition of positivity to the point it was sickening;

He stopped at each table-giving the cameraman a chance to focus on each separate hat and allowing the students their moment to shine.

He looked over each derby closely from multiple angles, giving specific praise over little details that he thought stood out, and at times, constructive criticism over some minor construction flaws, followed by encouragement before moving on to the next entry.

He was so nice, she felt nauseous.

Though, that could’ve also been a side effect from her previous running around.

She’d honestly thought he’d have at least some negative feedback over Rose and Nathaniel’s entry.

Not that Marinette was hoping for it; Rose and Nathaniel were among the few students at Françoise Dupont who weren’t complete trou du culs.

True, neither of them had ever tried to be friends with her, but they’d also never joined in with everybody laughing at her expense, either.

But that didn’t excuse the monstrosity sitting on the table in front of them.

If she had to take a guess, she would say that Rose dragged Nathaniel into the contest with her; probably babbled on about all her unicorn and kitten filled fantasies for him to sketch out, then used a hot glue gun to try and make it a reality.

A hot fuchsia bowler with rainbow yarn coming out of the back as… a mane?…a tail?… something.

There was what looked like a cardboard horn that had been assaulted with glitter, and electric cobalt blue cat ears cut from craft-store faux fur that were uneven in size.

Rather than a ribbon around the base of the rounded crown, there was a collage-like border made from what was probably every flower sticker Rose owned.

At least Nathaniel had the decency to be embarrassed, as evidenced by him pulling the drawstrings of his hoodie tight in an attempt to either hide himself from view, or self-asphyxiate.

Personally, Marinette would’ve gone with the latter.

Even Adrien averted his eyes- the glitter shedding uni-kitty derby too bright to look at directly.

Rose was naturally, blissfully unaware.

But M. Agreste didn’t so much as flinch!

He complimented their boldness and stated his admiration for their creativity. He gently pointed out some issues- such as the the hot-glue seam slowly coming apart, and suggested that a buckram fabric molded with starch would hold its shape better than cardboard and be easier to affix to the crown of the hat without weighing it down.

He gave them tips on cutting faux fur and how to trace a pattern to make the ears come out more even.

He even stated that he was intrigued by the floral collage, but was concerned that paper stickers would eventually lose their adhesion and fall off, before suggesting using fabric dye and multiple flower shaped rubber stamps on plain ribbon as an alternative to achieve the same effect.

He thanked them both and said he hoped to see them in future contests so he could witness their progress.

Marinette frowned and swallowed back the acid burning at the back of her throat.

She hated to admit it, but she was envious.

There was no way her mom would’ve let her enter, and even if she snuck out to compete anyway, Chloe would’ve found a way to ruin her work or used her connection with Adrien to get her kicked out.

She knew that, so sulking about it was pointless.

But still, how awesome would it have been to receive honest, non-judgey feedback from someone with so much experience in the fashion industry?

A chance to have her designs taken seriously and to discuss how she could improve with someone who actually knew what they were doing without being looked down on?

She didn’t care about winning some lame school contest. But some one-on-one time with a professional in the world of design?

She wanted that.

Badly.

Marinette hated how stupid she felt for resenting Rose Lavillant just because she was enjoying an opportunity that she herself wanted but had been unable to take.

It was so dumb to feel jealous over Rose when it wasn’t even her fault.

It was Chloe’s fault!

Chloe was the reason Marinette wasn’t allowed to stand out, why she didn’t have any friends, why now even her own mother was preventing her from following her dreams!

Stubbornly using her sleeve to wipe away moisture that had begun to form at the corners of her eyes, Marinette focused on her laptop screen.

The moment she’d been waiting for was nearly here…

Gabriel and Adrien Agreste approached Chloe’s table and stopped abruptly as the blonde girl rushed over to clutch onto the teen boy’s arm with her high-pitched squeal, bouncing on her heels in giddiness and not even bothering to acknowledge M. Agreste until the older man awkwardly cleared his throat and adjusted his light blue-violet ascot before offering his greetings.

Under normal circumstances, the smug look on that witch’s face as she gushed to M. Agreste about how she could not wait to see “Adrikins” (Ugh, was that his pet name? Gross…) wearing her hat at the next fashion show, would’ve been enough to make Marinette lose her lunch.

Today, however, knowing what was to come, left her avoir la banane.

M. Agreste chuckled and said he liked her enthusiasm, but he would need to see her entry first.

Chloe rolled her eyes playfully, saying something quaint about “getting formalities over with”, before snapping her fingers to order Sabrina to attention.

The bespectacled girl stepped forward dutifully, hat box in arms, and carefully removed the lid-

Marinette bit her lower lip, and Chloe announced to the room she was “now presenting the winning design!” as Sabrina lifted the derby hat out of the box for M. Agreste to see.

The camera zoomed in on the hat:

It was a classic derby bowler shaped in pale, dusty rose colored wool felt with a thin chiffon trim along the outer edge of the brim in a slightly darker shade. The the dark blues and greens of the patterned ribbon around the base was reminiscent of the scales of a butterfly’s wing, and had an iridescent sheen.

The focal point of course, was the glazed black, scalloped medallion in the center of the side bow, embossed with a white, flourished “G”.

The camera zoomed back out to capture both Chloe’s self-satisfied smirk and Gabriel Agreste’s reaction;

Blessed be for HD, otherwise Marinette would’ve missed the slight crease between M. Agreste’s brows as his smile began to falter.

There was a moment of hesitation, another awkward clearing of his throat, and a quick darting of his eyes indicating that he would rather the film crew direct their attention elsewhere….

Clara Contard would have none of that, so M. Agreste tried to gracefully step forward and angle his back towards the camera, a valiant effort to shield Mlle. Bourgeois from view that was in vain.

You had to admire his efforts; he attempted to handle the situation as delicately as possible-

“Young lady, I believe you may have misunderstood… The aim was not to submit your favorite hat that you would like to see again, but to come up with your own, original design for Adrien to model. I apologize if that was not made clear-“

Oh, the shift on Chloe’s face from cool confidence to furious indignation would’ve given a lesser man whiplash, but to M. Agreste’s credit, he only slightly stepped back in surprise at the blonde’s foot-stamping outburst.

“How DARE you?! This hat is MY original design! Are you calling me a liar???”

M. Agreste didn’t get angry, didn’t raise his voice… Merely pursed his lips into a tight line before inhaling a deep breath and letting it out gently-

“I’m sorry to say but, while it is an older design, it is in fact, one of my own.”

Lifting the derby and turning it upside-down revealed the “GABRIEL” label, expertly sewn unto the creamy white silk lining inside.

“This model hit store shelves well over a year ago, as part of my late spring collection.”

The camera was only able to zoom in on Chloe’s red face and quivering lip for about 3 seconds before she was once again blocked by M. Agreste’s torso and only the muffled sound of “Mme. Contard, please show some decorum.” was heard before they cut to commercial.

Chloe Bourgeois, publicly humiliated on live TV.

What a beautiful day~

Was there an option to give this livestream 5 stars? Because Clara deserved the highest ratings!

Marinette was kind of sorry that she’d had to sacrifice her own hat- even if it wasn’t her style anymore, even if it had been bought on clearance from a discount boutique that specialized in what was no longer in season.

She had saved up all of her allowance just for a chance to own anything from the “GABRIEL” brand, and had felt a small sense of pride in being able to buy it for herself.

But sentimentality was for the weak, and Marinette Dupain-Cheng was no longer that pathetic little girl that wore her heart on her sleeve like some air-head.

At first she wasn’t sure what she was going to do with Chloe’s counterfeit derby, (black and grey pinstripes with a square metal studded band… based on the panoramic view at the start of the livestream, Théo Barbot had been the unwitting victim this time,) but now she decided she was going to keep it.

Maybe she’d mount it on her wall as a trophy to remind her that she was no longer a vulnerable little pear for Chloe to squash beneath her heels.

(The pear thing is another French idiom. No, I’m not making this up!)

Relishing the spoils of victory would have to wait, though.

Marinette closed her laptop and stretched, wincing slightly. There was no point in watching the rest of the contest.

All she cared about now was taking a hot shower, some pain killers, and lying down with a heating pad to see if it would help with her cramp.

…That shower was cut short in order to rush back to her room to interrogate a certain red and black floating insect.

“Ce que l'enfer est-ce?!”

Above her navel was a black, spindly mark the size of a kumquat. It was tender to the touch and it certainly had NOT been there this morning!

As always, the kwami said nothing, not that it could with that, whatever-it-was, over its mouth… if what it had was considered a mouth.

Instead, those round, blue eyes widened-for a moment they even looked frightened-before glancing nervously over at the loft and Marinette’s bed.

The tablet from The Supreme was still tucked under her mattress.

She didn’t remember reading anything about black splotches suddenly appearing on her body, but the tablet was the only lead she had.

Hitting the power button and waiting through the identification scan, Marinette ignored the red screen and the intimidating symbol glaring at her- she was more interested in the icon at the bottom corner.

It was flashing again.

There was a new message.

Marinette felt a shiver run down her spine; she hadn’t received any new messages since the first 1 on the day she received her earrings.

She should be relieved The Supreme is contacting her again, right?

She was ‘the chosen one’ after all, so whatever The Supreme had to say must be important.

It might even help her.

The Supreme would take care of her.

There was no need to feel afraid.

….Right?

Her hand was definitely not shaking as she tapped the message icon to open to full screen:

“Mlle Marinette Dupain-Cheng,

At this time you might be aware of certain afflictions to your body.

Unfortunately, this is the result of prolonged Miraculous use, and will continue to spread.

It should please you to know that a remedy does exist. However, the means to alleviate your condition are not without stipulations;

Another Miraculous has been stolen.

If you are able to recover it, your malaise shall be remedied with haste.

Be warned- failure to do so will only allow the aliment to spread to the point of being fatal, regardless of further use of the Miraculous.

Please be advised; Only one can be spared.”

At the age of 13 going on 14, Marinette had a plethora of profanities at her disposal, yet none of them felt sufficient for this level of ABSOLUTE B.S.!

What kind of sick joke was this?!

After skimming through a detailed description of the Butterfly Brooch and the powers it granted its holder, she came to the conclusion that the only joke here was her.

She threw the tablet down in anger, the loud clatter sending the kwami flying away to hide in the waste bin under her desk.

Of course it had all been too good to be true!

She wasn’t lucky, she was cursed!

‘Only one can be spared.’

What was that supposed to mean? Did The Supreme think she would feel pity for the Butterfly thief and beg to save them too?

Fat chance.

You know what? Fine! Et merde!

Elle était prête à couper la poire en deux.

Her eyes narrowed with renewed resolve.

If playing the role of ‘Miraculous Repo man’ was what it took to to save her skin and be able to dish out long overdue karma, then that’s what she’d do.

They’ll see who’s laughing then….

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Journal des Dames et des Modes, editie Frankfurt 14 Avril 1822, Costumes Parisiens (16). Turban en gaze lamée et crêpe de chine. Robe de satin, ornée de chevrons de satin brodés de blonde et de bouillons de tulle. Collection of the Rijksmuseum, Netherlands

According to the caption and the accompanying text (p. 432): Turban of 'gaze lamée' and crepe de chine'. Satin dress decorated with satin 'chevrons' trimmed with Blonde (bobbin lace) and 'bouillons' of tulle. The print is part of the fashion magazine Journal des Dames et des Modes, published in Frankfurt as a copy of the French edition by Pierre de la Mésangère, Paris, 1797-1839. Figure copied to Costume Parisien 2057. According to the caption there, the turban is a design by M. Du Plessis and the gown a creation by Madame Bouhot.

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hiiii , i'm still looking for partners to roleplay with on discord !! below are some of the plots & dynamics i really want w / specific muses . make sure to read my rules just in case we're compatible . like this and i'll come to you . <3 tw : mentions of ( healthy ) age gap .

( p.s. muse list is also available on my carrd . )

➩ emilio perez , aka pedro pascal . behavioral analyst inspired from criminal minds .

behavioral analyst x criminal : classic cat and mouse goose chase . emilio is hellbent on capturing your muse and will do anything to get them . however , for some reason , whenever there comes an opportunity. . . he fails . their relationship is more in depth than he thought .

behavioral analyst x agent : your muse is a new agent on the team / assigned to partner with emilio . maybe they start off on the wrong foot or maybe the chemistry is through the roof on first sight . much potential here !

preferred pairing : f / nb .

➩ ezra ashworth , aka henry golding . an archaeologist .

your muse is an archaeologist as well / historian / researcher . your muse knows ezra's reputation , wants nothing to do with him yet they want this chance to discover something amazing in his expedition . they stay away as much as possible but your muse can't help but feel something towards him. . .

your muse is the enemy of ezra . they have never gotten along , will never get along . ezra is a lying scumbag , but when ezra comes to your muse for help , your muse is unsure what to do . something in them allows him to fucking come in .

preferred pairing : f / nb .

➩ danica stephens , aka anne hathaway . erotica author .

your muse is danica's muse . nothing sexual has ever happened between them before . it was purely work related until. . . feelings started to brew . perhaps they have gotten too close physically . a one night stand happens ? now it's awkward and they both need to navigate what's going to happen .

your muse is a huge danica fan . they attend her fan signs . there may be an age gap . danica finds your muse interesting and even gives them exclusive merchandise . one night , they drink too much. . .

preferred pairing : m / nb .

➩ erica warner , aka renee rapp . fashion designer .

your muse is the hottest celebrity on the news right now ! they're literally everywhere . for the met gala or some other big event , they need the most amazing dress . they surprisingly pick erica . during the sketches , and the fittings , something brews more between them .

fashion designer rivalry ! they used to attend the same university . rival students competing for the top designer of their class . classic enemies to lovers . <3

preferred pairing : f / nb .

➩ jacob tripathi , aka dev patel . white - hat hacker .

hacker x hacker ! who's the best at their job ? it seems like your muse and jacob are having some friendly competition . what happens when your muse suddenly disappears ?

this muse is quite flexible !

preferred pairing : f / nb .

➩ yiwoo lee , aka choi beomgyu . professional esports player .

preferred pairing : any .

with yiwoo constantly traveling due to his job , the relationship has been on the rocks . your muse breaks up with him but yiwoo is determined to get them back . lots of angst , possibly makeup s*x .

classic fan x celebrity trope . your muse likes yiwoo a lot as a fan . when they meet , sparks fly .

➩ noel park , aka song kang . journalist .

preferred pairing : any .

your muse is a notable figure / heir or heiress / someone in the public eye and noel is tasked with writing an article about your muse .

your muse is a criminal . noel writes about their crimes but lately , the police have been catching onto them because of noel .

➩ lina delgado , aka ana de armas . ceo of a publishing house .

preferred pairing : m / nb .

your muse is an author or aspiring writer . lina's publishing house is the most notorious of publishing houses . when a deal is made between them , after a night of celebration , and a few champagne glasses. . . your muse is looking very different in lina's eyes .

maybe an age gap ? your muse is younger than lina yet she can't help but be attracted to them .

➩ jessie takemura , aka anna sawai . assassin .

preferred pairing : any .

assassin x assassin ! similar to jacob's plot , this is healthy competition . friendly banter ensues between them two . then something happens and jessie is in trouble . your muse helps her out .

jessie is hired to take your muse out . she can't do it .

#smut rp #discord rp #indie 1x1 #1x1 discord #1x1 rp #discord 1x1 #many tags again :')#indie rp

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hpsaffics · 1 year

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✨ WLW Wed: Lunansy ✨

A biweekly HP femslash rec list made by the lovely members of the HP SAFFICS (18+) discord server. See all previous rec lists in the WLW Library.

Currently: Luna Lovegood/Pansy Parkinson Previously: Hot Girl Summer (see list)

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💫 ART 💫

i lay flowers at the altar of you/ metamorphosis by @thehoneybeet [G, Digital]

Luna in phases of becoming

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💫 LONG (>10k) 💫

Sad Girl Fall by @yrfrndfrnkly [M, 20.3k]

Pansy's been watching Luna follow her autumn vibes wherever they take her for six years. This year, she follows along.

Flower Bed by @kohakhearts [T, 13.0k]

Pansy used to fear the lines she didn't draw on her arms, but now it's the only thing keeping her alive.

Dedicated by Kiwi Stubbly-Punk (cranky__crocus) [E, 10.8k]

Luna is dedicated to finding herself many years after the war. Pansy is dedicated to evolving herself for her career and life.

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💫 MEDIUM (3-10k) 💫

Landlocked, Oceanbound by @nanneramma [T, 7.5k]

Luna has her birds, her secret, and the sea. What else could she possibly want?

The Hen Trip by rockthecasbah18 [E, 5.3k]

Pansy Parkinson didn’t want to even go to Hermione Granger’s hen weekend. She especially didn’t want to share a bed with Luna Lovegood.

Devotion (to Duty) by eeyore9990, Leela [E, 5.2k]

The Dark Lord may have an eye for new talent, but Pansy has plans of her own.

Sand (in my heart) by illustrating_writer [T, 4.6k]

Pansy and Draco spend a day at the beach. (A day at the beach more like a day at the great gay panic)

How Pansy Parkinson Fell In Love (In Six Easy Steps) by @kbrick [E, 3.9k]

Pansy doesn't believe in love because love is for idiots.

A Hand Through the Darkness by @bafflinghaze [T, 3.7k]

Pansy is a damn good independent witch and fashion designer. She doesn’t need—nor want—help. But when Luna Lovegood bonds to her—technically to save her—Pansy finds herself stuck in Lovegood’s inanely optimistic presence.

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💫 SHORT (<3k) 💫

Finding Finally by spookywoods [T, 2.1k]

Millie takes you to Fashion Week... Barely anyone knows you, barely anyone cares to. You drink too much, you wake up with models, and you love it. That is until you leave the outdoor Rodarte show to find yourself an unopened bottle of Armand de Brignac and run into Luna Lovegood.

posso ancora aspettare by @nanneramma [M, 1.9k]

Pansy meets a sunbeam. But, like most things, it doesn't last.

undress your heart-string by @seekercass [E, 1.2k]

There are these small moments that are only for Pansy — always for Pansy — where Luna looks at her with such warmth in her eyes, like she is the only thing that matters. It leaves her breathless each time. She wasn’t sure if she was capable of being loved.

Happy Halloween by lah_mrh [G, 1.1k]

Pansy celebrates Halloween in style, with a little help from Luna.

Creatures Magical and Imaginary by mouldy_voldy (Il_Valentino) [G, 200]

A CoMC assignment finds Luna and Pansy out in the Forbidden Forest.

Gladrags and Ghouls by Woldy [G, 192]

The exception for Halloween isn't written into the Statute of Secrecy, but it might as well be.

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🌙 Want more Lunansy? 🌙

Lunansy: Tag on Tumblr | Tag on AO3

WLW Library: Tumblr | Tag | AO3

#hp saffics #hp femslash #hp wlw #wlw wednesday #lunansy #luna x pansy #wlw library

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fashionbooksmilano · 7 months

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Ezra Petronio Visual Image Making

Phaidon, London 2023, 414 pages, 28x34,5cm, hardback, 1000 illustrations, ISBN 978-1-838667-122

euro 175,00

email if you want to buy [email protected]

The first comprehensive monograph on the work of one of the world’s most influential art directors, Ezra Petronio

Having a strong brand identity has never been more vital than it is today, and yet the real creative visionaries who can transform and reinvigorate a brand are few. Ezra Petronio is a true master, and his work with leading fashion and beauty brands is bold and impactful.

An immersive visual survey of 25 years of impactful art direction, product design, and image making, with examples taken from across the entire range of his work, this book includes work for Chanel, Chloé, Comme des Garçons, Gucci, Hermès, Louis Vuitton, Prada, Saint Laurent, and Jil Sander, as well as Glossier, H&M, Revlon, and Zara. With 1,000 images of ad campaigns, branding, Self Service magazine spreads, graphics, and his polaroid series, which features the likes of Louise Bourgeois, Edward Enninful, Kim Kardashian, Kylian Mbappé, Kylie Minogue, Rick Owens, and Juergen Teller, it also includes texts that reflect on the process of image making; conversations with industry insiders on the art of art direction; and quotes from the likes of Honey Dijon, Marc Jacobs, and Chloë Sevigny on their creative process.

This impressive book is the first retrospective monograph on his career, illustrating the full breadth of his creative vision, from ad campaigns to his iconic Polaroid series, and demonstrating what it takes to make a brand truly stand out.

03/03/24

#Ezra Petronio #art director #25 years #Chanel #Sels Service #Prada #Juergen Teller #Sportmax #YSL #Chloé #Comme des Garçons #Gucci #Hermès #Vuitton #Jil Sander #fashion books #fashionbooksmilano

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hotvintagepoll · 6 months

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Propaganda

Zsa Zsa Gabor (Queen of Outer Space, Touch of Evil)—She’s just gorgeous, also, nine husbands whaaaat?

Grace Kelly (Rear Window, High Society, Dial M for Murder)—The literal princess of Hollywood (she retired at 26 to become princess of Monaco), her name said everything about why she was so hot. She carried herself with a grace and elegance you just don't see anymore. Her voice was sultry without being overbearing, and she had the ability to be sweet but suggest a deep sensuality at all times.

This is round 2 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut]

Zsa Zsa Gabor:

Grace Kelly:

flawlessly beautiful and a literal princess

Her facial structure? Flawless. Her eyes? Stunning. Her hair? Gorgeous. Her style? Immaculate. Every second she’s on screen, she just exudes this elegance and sophistication. It’s no wonder she ended up marrying a prince. But she’s got this mischief in her eyes that is compelling.

She was so elegant, so beautiful and perfect I could cry for real. A fairy disguised as a woman.

the most beautiful of Hitchcock's "icy blondes". elegant, glamorous, she left hollywood to became an actual princess, I mean, COME ON

she's so pretty and refined and elegant! I'm pretty sure taylor swift's blonde hair red lip look is modeled partly after her

She's just so elegant, look at her all dressed up like a Barbie doll in the latest fashions. There's a quiet dignity about her.

Not only was she princess of Monaco she also is Stéphanie de Monaco's mother and yeah, vote for her she's soooo pretty That red dress in Dial M.... hot damn

To me, she is the first and only blonde. She earned it. Paired with Edith Head's costume design she is unstoppable. I dare anyone to watch her as Lisa Carol Fremont in Rear Window and not be completely blown away by her hotness.

SHE IS SO PRETTY AND FASHIONABLE!! Not only that but she has an alluring aura to her in whatever film I've seen her in! Rear Window is just one of my personal favorite films she was in, especially for her costumes in that. And how many actresses can you say was a princess consort in addition to being a famous leading lady?

#grace kelly #zsa zsa gabor #hotvintagepoll #fuck that old woman #ladies 2

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Broken? No, Just Rearranging (SERIES)

Kim Mingyu x Female Reader

Kim Mingyu as Lucas Blue Ramirez and Y/N as Ara Riona Teves De La Vega

Just let go of the illusion that it could have been any different.

Genre: M/F, old friends to lovers, fluff(in the next chapters), smut (not in this chap tho), angst, late 20s established career setting

Warnings: Just mean, bratty and hateful OC

Word Count: 2 318

Hello and welcome to my first ever series! This is the second chapter already, I hope you guys would enjoy reading this!

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CHAPTER 2: Welcome Note

She woke up early dahil alam niyang marami siyang kailangang ngayong araw. As usual, her outfits are never toned down.

Her hair was just dried and brushed today leaving it with natural waves. She's wearing a baby blue high neck, bell-sleeved wide leg jumpsuit with belt and a pointed-toe pump of the same color. She wore those with simple accessories with white crystals on it.

Pagbukas ng elevator, nakatayo na doon si Blue. She threw the car keys to him.

"May nag-iwan ng bulaklak para sayo." Sabi ni Blue at umangat ang isang kilay ni Ara.

"Galing kay?"

"Hindi namin alam. Dineliver lang naman ito ng isang flower shop." He shrugs. Pumunta sila sa may sala at nakita ang flower arrangement na napakalaki.

"Orange lillies." Bigkas ni Ara habang kinukuha ang note na nakalagay dito.

"WELCOME HOME, THIEF."

It said.

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Who could this be from?" She asks herself. "Burn that." Utos niya sa kasambahay na nagmadali naman para kunin ang bulaklak.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "What's my schedule for today?" Tanong niya kay Blue habang nagtitimpi ng galit.

He held the iPad up. "You'll have a meeting with the board of directors in the morning then later in the afternoon you'll have a meeting with the corporate officers and then film and shoot for both Clear Cosmetics and DLV Fashion." He reads.

Sumakay silang dalawa sa puting Aston Martin Rapide ni Ara. Si Blue ang nagdadrive.

"What was written on that note?" Tanong ni Blue.

"It's got nothing to do with you." She replied.

He snickered. "You were flustered upon seeing it. You can tell me, I can help you with anything."

"You're making me hate you." She said through gritted teeth.

"So you don't hate me yet?" He grins at mas lalong nagpapainis sa kanya.

She shut her eyes and ignored him. Pagdating nila kompanya ay gumawa ng mabilis na check up si Ara sa mga nagtatrabaho. Pumunta siya sa laboratory kung saan nagfo-formulate ng mga bagong produkto. Isinuot ni Blue sa kanya ang lab coat, protective eye glass, mask at gloves.

Isang magandang babae ang bumati sa kanya pagpasok ng laboratoryo. "Magandang umaga po, ako po si Anne ang Creative Director ng Clear Cosmetics. Isa rin po akong cosmetologist."

She smiled and nodded. "What are you guys currently working on?" She asks.

"Well, we're just working on new formulas for a new eyeshadow palette and we're just waiting for your ideas about it." She replied.

"Maybe I'll come back here tomorrow. I have my schedule packed for today kasi. I'm just doing a quick look right now."

Anne smiles. "Wala pong problema."

Lumabas sila Blue at Ara sa laboratory. "Put that on my schedule for tomorrow." Sabi niya kay Blue at agad itong tumango at binuksan ang iPad na dala niya.

Sumakay na sila ng elevator paakyat ng ikalawang palapag. All these sewing machines and mannequins are riled up on the entire floor. Sa pinakadulo ay may mga opisina. Doon sila nagtungo.

"Hi, how are we doing here?" Tanong ni Ara general manager ng De la Vega Fashion na bakla.

"Good morning, Miss de la Vega." Bati nito. "Everything's running well. We have our three professional designers here with us. The production of our current products are always on going, they never stop. Our designers have designs that need approval from you so we can start the production and launch them soon."

"Send them to my office, I'll look at them as soon as I can. Medyo busy pa kasi ngayon kasi pangalawang araw ko palang dito." Sagot niya.

"And we'd also like to see designs from you as well, Ms. De la Vega. But for now, please take your time." He smiled and she smiled back.

"Thank you."

Nagring ang telepono ni Blue, tumatawag ang secretary ng kompanya. "Blue, andito na ang board of directors."

"Sige, aakyat na kami dyan." Sagot ni Blue. Lumapit siya kay Aya at bumulong. "Nandun na sila lahat."

"We need to get going." Paalam niya sa kanila at umalis na sila. Before riding the elevator, he took of all her PPE and handed it to someone.

They rode the elevator and she scanned herself through the glass.

"You look fine." Blue comments.

"I know." She replied and he rolled his eyes in her confidence.

Pagkatapos ng kanyang meeting ay agad siyang pumunta sa kanyang opisina kasama si Blue.

"Anong gusto mong kainin?"

"Coq au vin."

Kinuha ni Blue ang kanyang phone mula sa bulsa at may tinawagan.

"Pakiluto po ng Coq au vin, diyan kakain si Ara." Sabi niya.

Nagulat naman si Ara. Hindi siya makapaniwalang nasabi ni Blue ng maayos at perpekto ang French na salitang iyon.

"Tara?" Tanong ni Blue sa kanya.

"Where?"

"Kakain."

Lumabas sila ng building at sumakay sa sasakyan. Pinaharurot ito ni Blue. Huminto at pinarada ang sasakyan sa restaurant na may pangalang Le Patrimoine.

"Why did you bring me here?" Tanong niya. Dinala kasi siya sa restaurant na kanila rin. Iba-ibang branches at locations at bawat isa nito ay naka concentrate sa isang cuisine. Le Patrimoine ang tawag sa restaurant na ito na sa ingles ay The Patrimony. Iba iba ang pangngalan ng mga restaurant nila ayon na ayon sa cuisine na ginagawa nito ngunit iisa lang rin naman ang kahulugan sa ingles.

"Wala namang ibang restaurant na malapit na gumagawa ng pagkaing gusto mong kainin eh."

Ang namamahala ng buong De la Vega Foods ay ang pinalitan ni Ara na namamahala noon ng Cosmetics and Fashion company nila na mommy ni Aimee.

"You're so annoying." Sabi ni Ara kay Blue at pumasok na ng restaurant.

Pagpasok niya ay nakita niya agad ang kapatid ng dad niyang si Margarette na para bang naghihintay talaga sa kanya. "Kamusta naman ang kompanya?" Tanong nito sa kanya habang nakangiti.

She smiled back, but fakely. "It was fine." But her face suddenly turned serious and emotionless within a second. "But it could have been better."

Margarette was insulted by her remarks but she stayed cool despite the rage in her chest. "Why don't we eat together?"

They both sat across from each other. "What would you like to drink?" Tanong ng waiter sa kanila.

"Château Montelena Chardonnay." She said in thick French accent.

"I'll have champagne." Sabi naman ni Margarette.

"How's Aimee?" She asks.

"She was actually studying fashion but you suddenly came." She smiled bitterly. "Now she has shifted to culinary. Her place was stolen from her, apparently."

Something in her mind rang when Margarette said 'stolen'. She received flowers this morning and had a note that called her a thief, now, Margarette says that she stole Aimee's place from her. She smirked at the thought.

"Aimee is good with me. Honestly, she was the one who told me first that I was going to replace you in that company." She replied and their drinks arrived.

"You're food will be arriving soon." The waiter said and poured wines on their glasses.

Pagkatapos nilang kumain, umalis agad si Ara.

"You're so fucking annoying." Sabi ni Ara kay Blue pagpasok niya ng sasakyan. Kumunot naman ang noo ni Blue at nagtaka.

"Tita mo yun." Sagot niya.

"Just shut up. Buy me food."

"Hindi ka pa busog?!"

"SA TINGIN MO MAKAKAIN AKO NG MAAYOS KASAMA ANG BRUHANG YUN?!" She screamed in anger at him. He stopped the car and took a deep breath tas pinaharurot ulit.

"Anong gusto mong kainin?"

Hindi sumagot si Ara kaya dumaan nalang sila sa drive-thru ng isang fast food at bumili si Blue ng kahit ano.

They went to her office. Dala dala ni Blue ang mga paper bag na may take out food.

"Ms. De la Vega, mag nag-iwan po ng regalo para sa inyo. Nilagay nalang po namin sa opisina niyo." Sabi ng nakasalubong nilang trabahante.

Kumunot ang noo ng dalawa. "Sino ang nag-iwan?"

"Hindi po namin kilala, naka helmet rin po." Sagot nito.

Pagpasok nila sa opisina ay agad nilang nakita ang kahon na kasing laki ng shoe box na nakapatong sa lamesa ni Ara. Kinuha niya ito gamit ng dalawang kamay pero pinigilan siya ni Blue.

"Ako nang magbubukas, baka ano pa ang laman niyan." Sabi ni Blue at babawiin sana ito ngunit hinigpitan ni Ara ang hawak niya dito.

"Kala mo naman kung sinong may kapangyarihan." She rolls her eyes at him and opened the box.

Every small motion of her body stopped when she saw a dagger. Ginto ang hawakan nito at may disenyo. Agad itong binawi ni Blue mula sa kanya.

"Akin na yan!" Nagpupumilit si Ara para makuha ito dahil may papel sa ilalim nito. Kinuha naman iyon ni Blue at binasa.

Padabog siyang lumabas ng opisina dala ang kahon at laman nito at bumaba. Hindi na siya naabutan ni Ara dahil sa bilis ng kanyang paglakad.

Bumalik nalang si Ara sa opisina niya. Kumuha siya ng bote ng wine at wine glass sa maliit na wine bar na kanyang pinagawa talaga para sa opisina niya.

Nakasandal siya sa lamesa niya habang umiinom at nag-iisip kung sino man ang maaaring magbigay sa kanya ng ganun. All she can think of is Margarette or her cousins.

She was snapped back to reality when Blue's phone rang. Katabi ito ng mga pagkaing binili nila.

'SECRETARY'

She picked it up.

"Blue, andito na ang corporate officers." Sabi ng babae sa kabilang linya.

"This is Ara, I'm coming." Sagot ni Ara at lumabas ng opisina para pumunta ng conference room.

Tinapon ni Blue ang kahon at ang laman nito maliban lang sa sulat na kasama nito. Bumalik siya sa opisina ni Ara. Nakita niya ang bote ng alak at baso na nasa lamesa ni Ara. Napasinghap nalang siya at kinuha ang phone niya. Lumabas ulit ito habang mag dinadial na numero. Pagkatapos ng ilang ring, sumagot naman agad ito.

"Blue?"

"Aimee, pwede ba tayong mag kita?" Tanong ni Blue na para bang nagmamadali.

"Ngayon? Like right now?"

"Oo."

"Sige, saan ba?"

"Yung cafè malapit dito sa kompanya. Wala kasi akong sasakyan."

"Sige sige."

Walking distance lang naman yung tinutukoy nilang cafè mula sa kompanya. Unang dumating si Blue obviously, umupo lang siya dun para hintayin si Aimee.

Dumating siya sakay ng kanyang sedan.

"May problema ba?" Tanong niya kay Blue nang makaupo na siya sa tapat nito.

Kinuha ni Blue ang sulat na kasama nung kahon at binuklat ito sa harap ni Aimee. Napataas agad ang kilay ng dalaga.

'Thiefs belong somewhere else.'

"What's that?" She asked.

"May nagpadala ng balak sa opisina ni Ara kanina at ito ang kasamang sulat."

"Sino ang pinanhihinalaan niyo?"

"Hindi pa kami nag-usap dahil may meeting siya at dumiretso ako dito pagkatapos kong itapon yun." Sagot ni Blue na halatang nag-aalala. "Sino ba kasi ang mga kaaway ni Ara? Ba't bigla na lang siyang umuwi dito?"

"Hindi ko rin alam. Eh anong balak mo ngayon?"

"Ako mismo ang maghahanap sa kung sino man ang nagbibigay nito sa kanya."

She worriedly looked at him. "Umiwas kayo sa pahamak, ha!"

"Wait, kasama naming kumain ang mommy mo kanina. Galit na galit siya kay Ara pero hindi niya lang pinapakita, halata naman."

"She was the previous president of that company."

Pagkatapos ng meeting ay agad na lumabas si Ara. Nakakita niyang naglalakad papunta sa kanya si Blue. Naka puting button-up shirt nalang ito na rolled up ang manggas at tinanggal na ang kanyang blazer na suot. Nasa bulsa ang kanyang mga kamay habang nakatingin kay Ara.

"Wala ka sa meeting." Sabi ni Ara at huminto si Blue sa harap niya.

"May pinuntahan ako." Sabi nito ng walang kahit anong emosyon sa mukha. "Tara na sa studio ng Clear, gagawa ka pa ng video."

Pumasok sila sa studio na maraming reflectors, ilaw at camera. "Hi, I'm Wendy, the social media strategist of Clear Cosmetics. Congratulations for being the new president of both Clear and DLVF." Bati ng babae.

Ngumiti naman si Ara kahit wala siyang gana ngayon. "Thank you."

"Today, you'll be doing your own make up on camera using our products, and introducing yourself as the new president of this company. This will be uploaded on YouTube and will also be shown in our website."

"Am I going to do a lot of talking?" She asks.

"Unfortunately, yes. You're supposed to look and feel active and lively." She replied.

"I want to change my outfit." She said.

"Oh, okay." Wendy nods. "Let's go next door. This is the closet for shoots. All clothes are from DLVF. Please choose whatever suits you well and take your time."

Lumabas ng closet si Wendy at naiwan dun ay sina Blue at Ara na lang. Nagkatinginan sila.

"O, anong tinitingin tingin mo?! Magbibihis ako!" Sigaw ni Ara sa kanya. Tumalikod naman siya.

She chose a crimson red frill-puff sleeved bodycon dress. The dress ends a little higher than her mid-thigh and shows her body curve.

She also wore fluffy slides since she did not find any heels that would suit her dress. "I'm done." She said at humarap na si Blue sa kanya.

He looked at her from head to toe. The dress looked perfect on her but he doesn’t have the courage to say. "You're so short." He, instead, points out.

Sinamaan siya ng tingin ni Ara. "Don't get me started."

Lumabas silang dalawa sa closet at pumasok sa studio.

Nasurpresa ata si Wendy nang makita si Ara. "Ang sexy niyo naman po! Umupo po muna kayo nandito na ang hairdresser."

Inunat ang buhok niya habang tinatanggal ng isa ang make up niya. Nilagyan ang kanyang buhok ng pulang clips na babagay sa suot niya.

Nakaset-up na ang lahat. Nakaupo lang si Blue sa harap ng monitor. "Simula na po tayo." Sabi ni Wendy.

"Hi, guys! I am Clear Cosmetics' new President and CEO, Araa Riona de la Vega. Today, I will be showing you a few of my favorites from our cosmetic line."

"She's totally different on camera." Blue thought.

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