#ignore my horrendous handwriting

[aeriona]

Sketchdump of speculative biology notes i’ve made recently for the children’s cartoon squid game.

You can read the alt descriptions if you wanna know the fish lore pspspspspsps

[lazarus---rising]

Blorbos from my shows on my math notes 🔥💯🗣

[romanxoxo]

hi lol first post, anyways they’re real and they’re MARRIED

[3v0ny]

uhhhh something something brainstorming and Donnie doodles :P

ignore my horrendous handwriting-

[lostmyremembrall]

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Hiiiii!! Can i request the prompt 14?

📖𝟏𝟒: 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐨𝐦...

𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 (𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠)

𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: 𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝐹𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓

𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝐽𝑜𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 1𝐾 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡!

A/N: Of course! Hope you enjoy it! Had a lot of fun writing Tom being an asshole. But we love to see it.

You regretted instantly at the title screen. Days of begging Tom to watch a horror movie with you, ignoring the barely audible groans and eye rolls. ‘Tis the season’ you said, wanting to amp yourself up to the coming Hallowe’en feast.

You loved Hallowe’en. It felt right and appropriate to be a witch, living in a spooky castle, stirring cauldrons and flying on broomsticks. Tom always found muggle’s idea of horror to be cliche, perhaps due to his distaste for the muggle’s version of its celebration. To quote his words, apparently “the muggle’s rendition of our traditions is horrendously cheesy– and not scary.”

 Which is why it was surprising when Tom proposed a surprise date and showed you his room turned cinema. He smiled proudly and presented you with three film rolls: the Conjuring I, the Exorcist, and… the Nightmare Before Christmas.

“The last option’s there for you, if you need it,” he raised a challenging brow, attempting to contain his smirk.

You guffawed at the audacity of your boyfriend.

You snatched the film reel from his hands with the barely legible handwriting of the Conjuring I. “Not. Necessary,” you met his challenging gaze on your tiptoes before pushing the reel against his chest.

He bit down on his smile and proceeded to set up the film as you laid down on his bed. The projector faced the large headboard of his bed, making it convenient to lie down and watch the film.

You rested your chin on your hand as he joined next to you.

“Thank you for doing this, Tom,” you beamed at him, despite the former teasing. “I’m going to enjoy this.”

Tom angled his face towards you, taking the moment to observe you with the usual unreadable expression, as if deep in thought.

“You know, I have a good feeling,” he murmured. “Me too,” with one last side glance towards you, he popped a few popcorns into his mouth, and turned his attention to the projection.

You shrugged off his enigmatic response and turned your attention to the projection as well.

Not merely two minutes later, you were already reaching for the large snake soft toy that you’d previously given Tom for Christmas.

This was no skeletons dancing and doing a musical number. This was no Tim Burton.

You clutched the animal as the creepy doll stared at the camera.

“Y/N,” Tom sighed.  “Nothing has happened yet.” He did not even have to look at you to know you were terrified.

You scrunched up your nose. “Yes, but we know something is about to happen.”

You waved at the projection, now showing two women fearfully stepping into their apartment. “The lighting, the music.”

“It’s not my fault the filmmakers did a splendid job,” you mumbled and took more popcorn.

You shrieked when there was a loud banging at their apartment’s door, burying your face into the neck of the snake. Unable to take your eyes off, your fearful wide eyes continued to watch the scene.

All of this, Tom watched without a word. Noticing the direction of his gaze, you did a double-take to find him staring at you. At this point, he was no longer watching the film. As his hand reached for more popcorn, you came to realise that he’d found another, better source of entertainment. In his eyes, a shimmer of amusement danced as he watched you jump in terror at more banging on the door.

“Tom!” flabbergasted, you were speechless save for the name of the man who supposedly cared for you.

Tom shrugged nonchalantly, popping a few more popcorn into his mouth. “I did say I’m going to enjoy this,” his words slightly muffled by the popcorn still in his mouth.

You ended up hiding your eyes for the majority of the film. Over the screams and shouts from the film, you occasionally caught him chuckling at you, mumbling something about knowing this were going to happen.

“Tom?” you peeked up towards your boyfriend, momentarily releasing his poor mangled snake.

“Hm?” he responded without looking away from the scene. Apparently, the climax was intriguing enough to warrant his attention.

You fidgeted, the prospect of the coming night suddenly becoming a real and serious problem as it neared the end of the film. It was going to be a long night before the break of dawn.

“Can I sleep with you tonight?”

You guiltily pouted, knowing full well he was going to respond with an annoyed growl, ‘I told you so’, or quite possibly both.

“No.”

You bit your lips. That was cold.

But, knowing the extent he had to go through to set up this date night, it was very understandable.

Trying to gauge whether he was upset with you, you continued to stare at the side of his face, which was revealing no emotion whatsoever as a man got severed in half with a chainsaw.

His eyes flickered over to you, noting your silence.

For a moment, you thought his blank expression faltered. His eyes wavered between yours for a flicker of a second, showing genuine sympathy.

He groaned, finally rolling his eyes away from you.

“Come on,” he swung his arm across your back, pulling you closer to him. So abrupt, your face smushed into his sweatered chest as you fell to your side, eliciting a muffled giggle out of you. You smiled against his sweater which was somewhat scratchier than the snake toy, breathing in the comforting scent of Tom. Shielded in his arm, the film – the screams, the bloodshed, all of it – eventually slipped away from your consciousness.

“Of course you can,” his calm voice echoed above you.

[catwyk]

rlly shittily sketched carpenter aging process because she occupies my mind 24/7 (pls ignore my horrendous handwriting its bad at the best of times)

[aang3ll]

Finally, an intro post

(Please ignore my horrendous handwriting)

You can call me Rain or Angel :))

I use any and all pronouns, as seen above! Things I'll do on this blog

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-Shitpost

-Write requests/Commissions

-Terrorize lees

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My hobbies

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-Writing/Drawing

-Writing lil songs

-Watching COD

-Bullying @xoleevia and @tikalee <3

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Requests

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REQUEST RULES (Requests open)

_________________________________ 1. ABSOLUTELY NO NSFW 2. Sometimes, there may be certain characters that I don't want to write for due to personal reasons, so please be respectful of that 3. You are allowed to request for fandoms that aren't on my fandom list 4. If, for some reason, your request is not fulfilled, please do not deal with this situation by getting angry and spamming my inbox or smth. Instead, simply shoot me a DM, and I will either get onto your request, and/or explain to you why your request wasn't or will not be fulfilled (depends on the request) 5. And lastly, please do not hate on certain requests just because you do not like a character or fandom Also, please note that fics and stuff probably won't be very long, because I have low writing stamina __________________________________________________________

Fandoms ___________ (Noted that I CAN and WILL binge through an entire series or smth just so I can accurately fulfill a request)

-Creepypasta

-Marble Hornets

-Murder Drones

-FNAF

-Call of Duty (Modern Warfare)

-TADC

-Undertale (And most AUs)

-Villaino(u)s

-IT (1900's 1 and 2, as well as 2000's 1 and 2)

-TOH

-South Park (Kids AND Adults)

-BNHA/MHA

-HTF

-DSMP/MCYT

-Gravity Falls

-Superjail

-Death Note

-Beaststars

-Haikyuu!

-Deltarune

-Heathers

-Mean girls

-Beetlejuice

-Little shop of horrors

-Maze runner

-MLP

-Hunger games

-Stranger Things

-Girl, interrupted

-The Black Phone

-TMNT

-Wednesday

-Demon Slayer

-Amanda the Adventurer

-Rainbow Friends

-G.O.B.B (Garten of BanBan)

-Helluva Boss

-Hazbin Hotel

-Nightmare Before Christmas

-Coraline

-Wendall and Wild

-Arcane

-Steven Universe

-BATIM

-Spooky Month

-Sanders Sides

-Handplates (An Undertale AU that was made into a comic, you can watch it on youtube!)

-Countryhumans

-Doors

-Elemental

-Fantastic Mr. Fox

-And if you really want to, you can even request fics about yourself! :) (If you would like the fic to be with another person you know online or IRL, that is also allowed, just please provide proof that you have their permission, please! This can be done through asks or DMs, or even by asking them to post that you have perms!!) _____________________________________ Characters I will absolutely NOT write for _____________________________________ -CC!Dream (I may consider writing C!Dream, but only under VERY specific circumstances.) -Alex (Marble Hornets (We're a system with a Brian alter, who gets triggered by Alex)) -Belos (TOH(Do I even need to explain?)) -Mineta (MHA(^)) -Eric. Fucking. Cartman. -Any lusttale characters -Graves (COD) -Offenderman (Creepypasta) -Henry Bowers + other IT bullies (We also have Richie-) -If you request for QSMP, I will ABSOLUTELY NOT write for Forever. -Bill Cipher (Gravity Falls(Sorry y'all, I love Bill, but he's hard asf to write for with fluffy tickles-)) -FUCKING PENNYWISE THE GODDAMN DANCING CLOWN -CC!Wilbur. However, I will still write for the bursonas. (Ghostbur, Revivedbur, ETC.) ______________________________________________________________ Boundaries ------------- -Fic requests? / Duhh -Art requests? /Most likely not, I can't draw very well -Teases? / Have at it, my friend -NSFW asks/DMs? / No. -DMs from 18+? / No thanks, it's nothing against you guys, I just don't really like talking to adults without other people knowing what's going on, if that makes any sense -Nok-Tkl asks / Ofc! -General DMs / I don't mind, as long as you're under 18 :) -Minor interaction? / Yep! -Over 18 interaction? / Sure, as long as you don't DM! -K1nk/NSFW/Fetish interaction? / No ty ______________________________________________________________ DNI -----

1. Proshippers

2. K!nk + N$FW accounts

3. Zoos + Maps + Nomaps

4. Homophobic + Transphobic + Racist folks

5. LGB without the T. Trans people liTERALLY HELPED FIGHT FOR YOUR RIGHTS IN SUCH BIG WAYS!!!

6. Pseudogenic + Tulpa + Endogenic systems. Need I say more?

7. 1NC3ST SHIPPERS. NEED. I. SAY. MORE?

8. Colleen supporters

9. Anyone who isn't against $@ + @buse

10. "Super Straight" folks. Just say you're transphobic lol 11. CC!Wilbur supporters.

----------------------------------------------------------------- And, that's it, folks! Have a wonderful day/night!

[shromies]

Ignore my horrendous handwriting, but I drew PC snas which who belongs to @razsaysno

They are bouncing off the walls after eating those cookies, probably fell asleep right after💀

[jadeelements]

So I saw @pjobroadwayslut14 's post and I had to draw it out. It's was done pretty quickly. lol Please ignore my horrendous handwriting.

[sharkneto]

for the ask game — 🏅🤔💭

🏅 What is something you recently felt proud of in regard to your writing (finished a fic, actually planned for once, etc).

"Recent" is my forever and always pride over Holding It Together. That's a novel! I wrote that! I finished that! And it's good! But it's also two years old now - how time does fly.

I think the Shifting Together series in general, though. Joining Together was one of my very first writing projects when I first sat down and started dabbling in really writing wayy back in like September 2020. I wrote it to kill time in the pandemic and it was a fun little Just For Me Project That Will Never See The Light Of Day and because I couldn't stop thinking about The Shifting Mirrors. The fact that it's grown into the series it is, and that we are so close to finishing JT is really something. A full circle kind of moment.

🤔 What is the hardest part of writing fic?

Writing.

I'm only half joking, but sometimes I get in my head and I'm looking at what I've written or what I'm in the middle of writing and I have the bad brain worms and it's like "what the fuck am I doing this is so dumb". Gotta step away for a bit when those hit to let things settle and the love for it smash back through, usually by figuring out what specific little detail or scene is bugging me and needs an edit to get things back on track. Currently having it a bit with the latest chapter of JT and I think I've figured out the bit that's bugging me, so hopefully almost through this particular slump.

💭 What is a headcanon you have about your own work?

Headcanon about my own work... Huh. The thing is with this question, is that... if it's your own work that's just canon babey.

First things that came to mind are Rob (head)canons - Rob is a nerd for bad, cheap sci-fi. I'm talking B- and C-list made-for-TV SyFy Channel Original movies Bad Cheap Sci-Fi. Sure good CGI is fun, but terrible CGI is even more fun. It's not all that relevant ever but it is why he's so fast to be like "hey - Five Time Travel?" Because he likes watching movies with horrendously ignored time travel paradoxes that give Sarah headaches, so he's not as hung up on the inherent problems of time travel like others (Sarah) would be as an idea to even consider. Second Rob (head)canon is that he has atrocious Doctor Handwriting and it kills me it has never been relevant in Shifting Together to bring up.

response to this fanfic ask game

[shuxiii]

ignore my horrendous handwriting and focus on the message my letter conveys (i could not fucking spell sincerest and sincerely and i kept messing up .)

LMAO OH MY GOD 💀

[midnightmah07]

🥶🥶🔥🔥🔥 I’m DOUBLE cooking

The glomas and playful land designs for my MC/Yuu

(Ignore my horrendous handwriting/pretend it’s good)

OHHHHH THESE ARE SO COOLLL

I love the mask of the GM design, both are really fun and have a lot of details!! I love it💙

[infinite-ducks]

Some Locked Tomb doodles of cringe fail kings (ignore my horrendous handwriting)

[ggomomomo]

Cin-dye-rella

@felixmonth

Felix Week 2022 Day 2 (Fantasia Version) | Dye

AO3 | Masterlist

The previous stage was finished. He had stolen acquired an invitation for himself. 

Next, his outfit. 

Félix broke the door off its hinges just from his incessant banging. His eyes stumbled upon the seamstress inside, who was glaring at him whilst carrying a basket of leaves. “You better give me some bloodroot for that,” she said. 

“I need a suit for the ball. I heard you can make one with a bit of . . . magic.” He rubbed his fingers in a sprinkling motion.

“Not for free, no.” She yanked him out of the way, picked up the fallen door, and rammed it back into place with her shoulder. 

“Name your price. I need a suit that trumps all others.” But the handful of coins in his pockets indicated that he, in fact, did not have enough riches to cover the possible cost. Nevertheless, he was certain he could obtain the clothing through persuasion, and he was more than ready to do so. 

The seamstress stopped to narrow her eyes at him. “Why?”

“Do you prefer the truth or a half-truth?” 

“Why would you ask—of course I want the truth!” 

Félix gave her a blank look. “I am the king’s secret child and I want to march into the palace to claim the title that is rightfully mine.” 

She was stunned for a second. “O—kay, that's a blunt way to put it.” She dropped another basket of leaves onto her work table and tossed him a notepad. “If you want a charmed suit, you’ll have to work for it.” 

Félix briefly scanned the list. The handwriting was horrendously illegible—he was fortunate to have experience reading notes from alchemists. However, the names written on the paper were hardly recognized by his forager self. “Why don’t you do it yourself?” 

Marinette huffed, gesturing towards the line of mannequins at one end of the room. There was one dressed in an extravagant ball gown which had skirts spilling to the floor; another was an outfit covered in an unbelievable amount of feathers; and there was a suit adorned with glittering rubies. “As you can see,” she said, “I’m already quite busy. Do you think you’re the only one to request clothing for the ball?” 

“Why not take a suit you already made and lace it with charms?” 

“That’s not how it works!” She slammed one hand down on the table, pulling on a roll of fabric. “Charmed suits are made from scratch. It is necessary that they are made from scratch.” 

“Why? Does the magic not cling onto the fabric?” 

Marinette clicked her tongue. She had her back turned to him but he knew her eyes were housing a fiery rage. “Look at you, a rude villager barging into my shop, doubting my magical methods.” 

She cut off a piece of fabric and whirled around. “Look.” With her finger, she scribbled a glowing inscription on it. The piece curled on itself, edges blackening as if it had been burnt. “Magic is unpredictable with fabric. And it doesn’t stick well. That’s why instead of the fabric, I infuse the dyes used in its processing. The charm lasts longer while preserving the cloth’s quality.” 

“And what of these strange ingredients?” 

She rolled her eyes. “Unfortunately, the inscriptions don’t stick to any kind of dye. See, the upper half of the list are dye sources, but the bottom half are linkers that help the magic bind to dye. Also, some are mordants. They’re just as important.” 

Félix’s gaze raked over the list again. Incana leaves, sumacglabra shrub, cinerea bark, sassafras. Those were fairly easy to get. But the others . . . bucksnort berries, rubra seed, locust algae, summer-may-cone moss . . . “Bucksnort berries? Don’t those only grow in the northern mountains?!” 

Marinette snickered. “Pretty rare aren’t they?” 

He gave her a blank look. “Perhaps it will be better if you procure these yourself.” 

“Perhaps, but I can’t ignore the rest of my clientele.” She reached for a pair of scissors. “If you wait for me to get them, the suit won’t be finished on the day of the ball.” 

Doubt stirred in his chest. He had to go to the ball. There was no other chance. He was only a commoner thrown in the streets, but if he were to appear in the ball, he could win over the people regardless of what the king would say. 

“I don’t care about your intentions at the ball,” Marinette began. “But is it really necessary for your suit to be charmed?” 

“Absolutely,” he replied quickly. “I know it seems unfair, but it’s the only way to convince the aristocrats who are loyal to my father. If I announce myself at the ball without a charmed suit, I’d be seen as a fool.” 

It wasn’t that he didn’t trust his communication skills, or saw his charisma lacking. He only needed a surefire way to achieve what he wanted so that he wouldn’t miss his shot. 

“Why?” He eyed the seamstress with suspicion. “Is there a consequence wearing a charmed suit?”

“Not really.” She shrugged nonchalantly. “I can infuse as many charms as I want and nothing bad will happen to you.” 

“Really?” 

She scoffed. “I’m not a liar.” 

“Then tell me where I can find the ingredients. I’ll get them myself if it means the suit can be finished on time.” 

“Okay . . .” Marinette pricked her pincushion with a needle as she held a thread between her teeth. “The bucksnort berries grow naturally in the northern mountains, but there’s a dedicated farm inside the duke’s estate.” 

Great. Another theft I have to commit, Félix lamented. 

“For the rubra seed, you’ll have to open a lot of rubra fruits—they don’t always have a seed in them. I believe there’s a bunch growing near the docks. Ah, and the seed has to be at least the size of your fist. Make sure you keep it dry and away from the light when you carry it.” As she instructed him, she sewed busily with calloused fingers. “Locust algae is only visible exactly at sundown, right in the middle of Elder Lake. Last I checked, that lake still has caymans living in it, but you’ll manage.” 

He grumbled under his breath. 

“As for the summer-may-cone moss, uhh, there’s a chinkapin oak in the outskirts. It’s the tallest tree in town, and you’ll find the moss at the very top of it. I think.” 

Félix scowled. “You think?” 

She raised her hands up defensively. “I don’t remember if it’s still there!” 

He sighed. For a mage like her, the tasks would only be slight inconveniences. But for a human like him, they were Herculean. “Fine. I’ll be going now.” 

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Most of the leaves and flowers didn’t take too long to obtain. He bought them from western market, even getting a few extra after he bargained with the sellers. Surprisingly (or not), the bucksnort berries were easy to steal as well. He made a quick jump over the estate fence and plucked a few plump bunches. 

But when he traveled to the docks to get rubra fruits, things began to get difficult. 

Félix wiped the sheen of sweat from his forehead. The weather was sweltering, and he hadn’t found a single seed. Split rubra fruits scattered around him—he looked like a madman hammering each one in half. 

“Seriously, is there a pattern in this?” He cracked one open, saw a seed, but it was too small for the requirement. The fruit didn’t seem to have a telltale sign on its surface that indicated a seed. He could only assume that the seeds were random. 

He stopped to take a swig from his water skin, praying to the gods that his effort would be worth it. 

He spotted a withered fruit fallen near the base of the tree. Félix walked towards and opened it, revealing a white seed, taking up half of the rubra’s size. A sigh of relief escaped him while he stored away the seed in a special basket. 

He checked the notepad once again. “Rubra seed, done—” 

He rubbed his eye frantically. “I need two rubra seeds?!” 

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Elder Lake was far. 

He had to get a ride from a merchant, sitting through rough pathways and the putrid smell of dirt. It was nearing sundown when he arrived. 

The lake was by no means an impressive sight—barely anyone stopped by. Not even fishermen or hunters. Because of caymans and poisonous fish, the body of water was of little value. Its hue was a dull gray instead of a vibrant blue, and its edges were lined with sticky soil. 

Félix rubbed his nose. He had to make sure his plan worked. 

The algae patch was right where Marinette described it—in the dead center, with no convenient way to reach it. Félix considered this beforehand. He’d be working with a long distance and a small time window, so he concocted a plan. 

When he had been an apprentice of an alchemist, there was an incident when a box of soap had accidentally fallen in a blessed pond. He’d been assigned in the cleanup, but the soap remnants had caused a nasty algal bloom in the water. It had been completely unusable for weeks. 

Assuming locust algae is the only type that grows in the lake . . . Félix crouched down and tossed the pieces of soap into the water. The visibility doesn’t matter. It’s only at sundown that the light hits the algae for it to be seen, but it doesn’t mean it disappears. 

What he had to do was wait.

Félix camped nearby for an entire night. 

When he cracked his eyes open in the late morning, he saw it: a trail of chartreuse algae had grown from the center, leading towards the place where he deposited the soap. He headed down to the water and scooped the ingredient into a jar lined with netted cloth. 

Félix had already decided there was no other way to get the moss. He wasn’t gifted in stamina or strength, but he knew he had to brave the humongous tree in the Chinkapin Forest. As he shielded his eyes and craned his neck to look up, he realized that he couldn’t even see the apex of the trunk. 

He looked back down at the hook and rope in his hands. Surely climbing it would take a shorter time than cutting it down. 

The air of the forest was forcing a shudder out of him. Yes, it's a bad idea to cut it down. 

He started off slow, keeping his bag slung over his back. The bark had a few crevices to anchor to, and his boots provided enough friction. The problem in the long run was that most of the branches appeared flimsy—he wouldn’t be able to sit on them when he needed a breather. 

With only a few feet above the ground, he felt the strain in his muscles kicking in. “Is this the only place to get that moss?” he mumbled, annoyed. 

“Hellooo!” 

“Gaaah!” 

Félix felt himself falling, but instead of the cruel ground, he was met with air. Opening his eyes, he saw that he was hovering. 

Marinette giggled below him. 

“Are you here to mock me?” He kicked around. 

“Nooo, I’m here to take a break. Teleportation works wonders.” She stretched her arms, taking a seat on top of a boulder. “The wind feels nice here, don’t you think?” 

“Now that you’re here, why don’t you get the moss yourself?” He snapped. She still hadn’t let go of him. 

The seamstress mock-gasped. “But that will dirty my fingers! Or scratch my skin. How will I be able to work on your suit with splinters all over my hands?” 

Félix ran a hand through his hair .He knew that she could heal her hands in a snap. 

She smiled brightly. “I also don’t want to get in the way of your progress. You climbed so high up already!” 

He looked down on himself. “It’s too late for that.” 

Marinette snorted, lowering her hand so that his feet touched the ground again. Félix stared forlornly at his hook and rope, which were left dangling on the tree. Out of reach from him. He dropped on the ground, panting heavily. 

“Don’t tell me you’re making me climb again,” he spat out. 

“I won’t!” She chirped. He was already halfway through deciding that he preferred her busy, grumpy mood rather than her cheeky one. 

Marinette flicked her wrist again, carrying a big batch of moss from the tree and depositing it on his lap. Before he could say anything, she waved goodbye. “See you back in the shop!” 

She disappeared without a trace.

 

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As soon as he came back with his haul, Marinette handed him a sheet of fabric. “You’re here! Now, get to cutting.” 

“I’m tired,” he complained. 

“What, you think this is as easy as bibbity-bobbity-boo?” She put her fists on her hips. “Magic isn’t like that. You have to work for it.” 

“That’s not how I saw it,” he mumbled, thinking back to the moss. 

“If I were the one going to the ball, perhaps it’s that easy,” she said. “But this is different. You don’t have magic. Instead, you’re going to wear a suit with magic. That requires precision and care.” 

He huffed.

“And I’m guessing you don’t have the money to actually pay for your suit.” Marinette lifted the hem of a mannequin’s dress positioned in the middle of the cluttered room. “So you have to pay in labor.” 

Félix placed the collected ingredients at the foot of the table. “Once I become a prince, I can pay you back handsomely.” 

“Ha! What if you don’t become king?” 

His eyes shined with resolve. “I will. And I will pay you thrice the suit’s worth.” 

She pointed a spool of thread at him threateningly. “For now, I have no guarantee, so get to cutting. I’ve marked the lines with pins. Don’t let the edges fray.” 

Despite his exhaustion, he begrudgingly did as she told. There was a nagging voice in his head that she might curse him in his sleep. 

“If you do become a prince, I won’t even want riches,” she said haughtily. 

“What do you possibly want?” His tone flowed with sarcasm. “My hand in marriage?” 

She gave him a look. 

Félix reddened instantly. “No!” 

“I don’t want that,” she sputtered. “I want a good promotion for my shop and a larger workspace.” 

He examined the room. The walls were dusty, but the materials looked well-kept. It did look like the space was getting crowded. Instead of making room on tabletops, Marinette had stacked teacups on top of each other and random bottles had become paperweights for her designs. 

“Fine,” he said. “I promise that.” 

“Oh no, mister,” she tutted. “That’s not enough. We’ll make a magic contract for you later.” 

“And if I don’t succeed in becoming royalty?” 

“You shall work in my shop for the rest of your life.” 

They worked jointly for two days, with Marinette directing him to do simple tasks while she bounced between his suit and other commissions. When it was time to infuse the dye with magic, she called him over to the stove where several pots bubbled with colored liquid. 

She sized him up, from head to toe. “What charms do we need?” 

“Influence, appeal,” he enumerated, “Persuasion, an aura of wealth, righteousness, virtue, bravery—”

“That’s an awful lot.” 

“You said there’s no limit.” He shushed her. “Etiquette, reflexes, diligence, beauty—” 

“Beauty?” 

“Yes, beauty. And elegance.” 

Marinette walked closer to him, pinching his shirt between two fingers and sniffing. “Let’s add fragrance to that as well.” 

“Hey! I don’t smell!” 

“You’re a villager. You’re used to it.” She turned back to the pots, tracing the air with her index. 

After preparing the dyes, she taught Félix how to add them to the fabric. He worked on it with a close eye under her occasional supervision. Day transitioned into night once more, and the suit was ready for a fitting at last. 

The design was immaculate. Both top and bottom were colored in black, with gold designs swirling around the cuffs, hems and collar. The buttons were also covered in a thin sheet of green dye to add a suitable accent. His overcoat was a regal shade of emerald, completing the princely look on him. 

“I like it,” Félix complimented, feeling the soft fabric on his skin. 

“As you should.” Marinette seemed satisfied. “Now go wreak havoc in that castle.” 

[sssardonian-ssserpent]

“…In other news, it has been reported that over half of the Northern District of the Pentagram have been mysteriously marked for a brand new innovation that is coming to the City. Residents around the district of the North side woke up after having horrendous nightmares, or so they claim, only to find mysterious letters encased in envelopes with wax stamps nailed to their doors. Not their front doors: the doors outside their bedrooms. When the letters were opened, they found these papers contained inside, each one completely identical to each other, right down to the ink handwriting that were written on each and every paper.”

A picture of said letter was shown on screen, containing the same dark purple and bright green letters that was written on the flyers that had been dropped into the pride ring simply days prior. “The papers themselves were written as follows, with the full names of who they were written to being redacted for the people’s safety: GREETINGS, AND SALUTATIONS TO [REDACTED]. ALLOW ME TO INTRODUCE MYSELF. I AM THE RINGMASTER. AS YOU KNOW, OR PERHAPS NOT, IF YOU HAVEN’T BEEN KEEPING UP WITH THE NEWS, I PLAN ON COMING TO THE PRIDE RING WITH MY BRAND NEW CARNIVAL, READY TO DELIGHT, SCARE, AND EXCITE IN ALL MANNERS THAT ONE’S MIND MAY THINK OF, AND TO BRING FUN AND WHIMSY TO THE MASSES OF THE ETERNALLY DAMNED UNLIKE ANYTHING THEY’VE SEEN BEFORE. UNFORTUNATELY, HOWEVER, IT SEEMS AS IF THERE IS LITTLE ROOM WITHIN THIS BUSTLING CITY THAT WOULD ALLOW ME TO PLACE MY CARNIVAL GROUNDS DOWN PROPERLY WITHOUT GETTING IN ANYONE’S WAY, AND SO, TO ALLOW SPACE FOR MY CARNIVAL TO PROPERLY GROW AND THRIVE, I HUMBLY ANNOUNCE THAT YOU ARE HEREBY EVICTED FROM YOUR HOME AND HOUSEHOLD. I SHALL GIVE YOU 10 DAYS AND NOTHING MORE TO CLEAR OUT YOUR PROPERTY FROM THE PREMISES AND PROMPTLY LEAVE THE BUILDING, AND NOTHING MORE. UNLESS YOU SIMPLY FEEL LIKE STAYING PUT AND IGNORING THIS LETTER, IN WHICH CASE, YOU CANNOT SAY I DID NOT GIVE YOU A WARNING. :) FONDEST REGARDS, THE RINGMASTER.”

“As of now, at least half of the North district of the city, from the Point of the pentagram’s arm to the radius, in a circle that stretches at least roughly 1,000 square miles, have been marked by wooden picket signs that have been inexplicably buried into the sidewalk and asphalt of the city ground, with thick coils of rope tied around the necks of the signs, creating the circle in question. The signs have been marked with what many speculate to be blood, and simply read: “CARNIVAL COMING SOON.”

[thornedraven]

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Look what I found sitting around my folders! Forgot about this thing. Princess Bride is one of my favourite movies and I felt that Toga and Izayoi fit in well.(yes I know he should have a mask but I couldn't bring myself to cover his face)

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