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rainbowharadise · 1 year
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The extreme levels of hadorable going on here 💖
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csinnamon-fox · 1 year
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Eddie is the receptionist Steve exchanges e-mails with when Robin finally convinces Steve to get hearing aids.
Not to say she's got a problem with it herself — on the contrary, she'd fight anyone who so much as looked wrong at Steve.
They also learnt ASL together so communication between is impeccable. Besides, they reached the point where they understand each other through looks alone sometimes.
The reason she kept nagging Steve was so he can stop looking so dejected when the kids talk over each other and he misses out on stuff. They know of Steve's hearing impairment but arguments (or even casual conversations) can get pretty heated in the Party, so they often slip up.
Not to mention, Steve's been experiencing some pretty rough migraines that may or may not be related to the same issue. This place offers an ENT doctor's appointment alongside the hearing evaluation with an audiologist before the actual fitting, so it could be useful in more ways than one.
It's just an appointment, he reasons, before clicking on the website.
Thankfully, Steve doesn't have to embarrass himself by calling and having to constantly nag the other person to repeat themselves. They had an e-mail address right underneath the phone number on the ad, which he contacted them with.
The place seems accessible so far, plus they replied super fast. Steve's got an appointment for the examination and hearing evaluation on Tuesday. In 2 days, precisely.
He's grateful for the quick opportunity, otherwise he'd probably chicken out.
And while Robin can't accompany him — she's covering for him at work — he arrives strangely confident and at ease.
It may help that the receptionist looks like someone straight out of his wet dreams.
A gorgeous guy with long, curly brown hair behind the desk greets him with the biggest smile on his face. It's warm, almost makes Steve feel like that he's not just one more stranger who walked into the building today.
That he's special, if the friendly glint in the man's eyes is any indication.
Pretty, brown eyes. He looks like a Disney prince— well, maybe a banished one. The kind of guy who's all rebellious with his scary tattoos and a glinting metal ring in his bottom lip. Okay, probably not a prince, because no royalty usually looks like some rockstar in his everyday life but—
He's just hot, okay? Steve's allowed to get a little stupid about it.
Then, the man starts talking and Steve has to suppress a dreamy sigh that would have been totally embarrassing. Sure enough, Steve may not hear him that well but that's not a problem because—
The man's communicating with his whole body. Well, what's in Steve's vision anyway.
It's animated and full of energy. His signing, which, by the way, he starts using simultaneously with verbal coomunication when he notices Steve's fixation on his lips, is like a work of art. A performance of its own.
Little does he know, Steve's brain bluescreened after the greeting, so that's more to do with his initial confusion than anything else.
The guy has really pretty, full lips. Pink. Soft by the looks of it.
Biteable, too. And that silver ring?
Fuck.
His nametag reads Eddie.
Wait—
He was the person who responded to Steve’s e-mail. Eddie– something. Might start with an M or an S, Steve was never good with last names.
Steve kind of regrets not choosing his outfit with a little more effort. He tries to smooth the wrinkles on his dark green polo shirt. It's essentially his fucking work uniform.
Steve pulls himself together internally because he’s pretty sure he’s been staring. He's usually better at this.
After the required small talk, the rece— Eddie, asks him to sit down and wait until the professionals come to get him. Steve catches his appreciative once-over and so his hand shoots up to fix his hair without thinking.
He finds a seat on a dark red, cushioned chair not far from the counter. It's positioned next to some tall, potted fern that looks healthier than any plant Steve's ever tried to care for at home.
They all kinda just die after a two or three days, so he stopped trying.
Nervously, he finds himself tapping his fingers against his knee after swinging it over the other leg. While chewing on his poor lip as he's taking in his surroundings, he curiously grabs a pamphlet off the side table.
Instantly, the cover makes him rolls his eyes. An old man who's wearing hearing aids is having picnic with his family in some park straight out of a fairy tale, laughing about something.
It looks like a stock photo. There's absolutely no creativity here. Did they even try?
It’s so obviously staged, blatantly unrealistic with the way everyone's just so goddamn cheerful. No family outings look like that- at least Steve's certainly never did, which alright, that may not be the best point of reference. But the food doesn't even look edible, for fuck's sake!
Not to mention, the old man appears to be in pain, if that tight as fuck smile is any indication.
Or maybe he's just shit his pants.
Steve snorts, probably a little louder than meaning to.
Feeling like someone's watching him, he looks up only to catch Eddie's twinkling eyes across the room. He's grinning almost wickedly when he signs, "That's what I've been saying!"
Apparently, Steve was musing out loud. It would be embarrassing if it wasn't for that reaction.
He finds himself matching Eddie’s energy as he says, "And why didn't anyone listen to you?"
Eddie shakes his head, "They don't appreciate art, man. My ideas were shot down because, I quote," then he proceeds to make the silliest impression of an uptight businessman that Steve's ever seen, "'We have to appeal to the greater part of our clientele, Edward."
Edward.
"That kind of sucks," Steve huffs with a disappointed tug of his mouth. "What ideas did you have?"
Eddie, as if that's exactly what he was waiting for, stretches to pop his joints on both hands. He licks his lips with a confident smirk and— oh. That's a tongue piercing, right there.
Sweet Jesus.
Then, further dragging Steve down the slippery slope of developing a crush on a stranger, he jumps right into explaining his own concept with a lot of enthusiasm and passion.
He's like a professional storyteller of some kind and Steve's surprised to discover that he's mesmerized.
Eddie’s idea revolves around a soldier wearing hearing aids, coming home to his child who’s hugging his leg, clutching a book in their little hands — which would imply that the dad would be reading them a bedtime story later. The important bit is that, with the support of auditory feedback, he could goof around with character voices to his heart’s content.
In midst of the heartwarming scene, the dad’s hanging up his leather jacket. It’d have the US flag on the back, because it's an ’anti-war metaphor and all that’.
Steve’s surprised to think that… it actually sounds good. Not just creative, but also sort of clever on Eddie’s part with the touch of the symbolism. Meaningful, maybe slightly provocative to the masses but who cares.
Steve digs it.
He whistles, "Man, I know nothing about advertisements but— I'd rather feel like I’m being compared to a war veteran than a 80-year-old dude or whatever. Plus, I'm sure conservative people would just be blinded by ’the ultimate war hero’ stuff and think it’s, like, glorified patriotism, so they wouldn’t complain."
"Right?" Eddie’s eyes are so expressive. Steve faintly wonders if he ever puts on eyeliner and how he’d look with it.
Like a rockstar, probably.
Eddie shakes his head to get his fuzzy hair out of his mouth, then says "Besides, sex sells. They could find a sexy guy for the role with a pretty smile and there we go! Everyone's got a soft spot for a hottie with a big heart— I mean, I definitely do."
And isn't that just great?
Steve nods and answers, maybe a little too quickly, "Man, you know it."
Eddie's assessing him now, head slightly cocked. He looks like he wants to add something but is hesitant to do so.
His cheeks turn the palest shade of pink.
Pretty.
God, he wants to know what Eddie's thinking.
Steve continues, because he’ll be damned if he lets go of this without complimenting the guy. „If you were in marketing, you’d be giving these people a run for their money, dude. You’re a genius.”
„You— really?” Eddie’s now twirling his hair around his finger and damn, Steve’s definitely seen that look of interest before.
„Yeah, of course,” he says, easy.
„Thanks, Steve,” Eddie signs ’Steve’ letter by letter. For a second, it confuses Steve, since most of the people who know him and speak ASL are already familiar with his name sign. Eddie wouldn’t know, of course, so Steve has the sudden urge to introduce himself for the second time.
Lifting his right hand, Steve hovers over his head with it, making repeated combing motions with all fingers bent and stretched apart while mouthing his own name. The teacher who taught him ASL gifted him his name sign because of his 'great hair and confidence.'
It's a fond memory, especially from a time when he was battling with said confidence.
Showing it to Eddie was the right decision. Steve swears the grin he receives in turn could light up the whole room.
„I gotta say, it fits you, Steve,” he says, trying out the name sign in practice. With a bashful smile, Eddie turns back to his desk and grabs his phone, like he’s just remembering he’s got a job to do.
Okay, what the fuck did just happen?
With copious amounts of effort, Steve brings his attention back to the booklet in his hands. Now it's a distraction from something else entirely.
If Robin was here, they'd make fun of the photo together. Dustin, or any of the kids really, would imply Steve's the old man, regardless of hearings aids. They just love making fun of him all the time.
Steve can't help it, he's gotta step up and be the mature, reasonable voice around them. If that gets him the grandpa or the mom title on occasions, then so be it.
Little fuckers.
In all seriousness, even if he's sulking at times, Steve knows they'd be the first people to fight anyone who picked on Steve with actual malicious intent.
They're good kids, even if they kind of make a competition out of annoying him. Steve can get behind a little bitchiness.
Like how they all secretly convinced their parents to pay for weekly ASL classes. Except Max, who's been learning it with the help of Lucas and yeah, Steve's glad for their bond because he'd feel downright terrible if she spent money on anything for him when they're struggling with her mom.
One game night hosted at his otherwise empty apartment, they surprised Steve with a collective, albeit hesitant and terribly synchronized: "Can we order pizza?" in ASL.
At first, Steve thought he was having a fever dream. He was left gaping at the gremlins crowding in his door, his throat dry.
He remembers having to pinch his nose to ease the pressure of tears welling up behind his eyes. Then, he quickly pulled out some money from his wallet to pay for four boxes with toppings of their choice.
When they were busy fighting over whether they should order pizza with pineapple, only then did Steve sneak off to the bathroom to let it all out and cry.
He doesn't even get to the first page of the phamplet before a man with short, curly hair in a white coat comes to get him for his appointment.
„Steve Harrington, right? I’m Dr. Gareth Emerson, pleasure to meet you,” the man greets him with kind eyes and steps aside to invite him into the room.
Well, time to face the music.
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Author's note: I'm super insecure about this one, friends. Probably because 1, I feel like it's not my best work and 2, it's a topic that's pretty important to me cuz I wanna become an audiologist, plus hoh!Steve is my baby. I may have messed it up idk??
I've also got some more of this ready in the drafts case y'all like it, maybe 2 or 3 parts altogether that I'd probably put up on AO3. Please, let me know if you got this far and enjoyed it!! ❤️
(I don't know how hearing aid fitting etc. works in the US. After some research, it seems to me that it's the same or at least similar to how it is in my country so I built on the system that we have, oopsie.
I also don't know ASL, only know some stuff from my own country's sign language but I looked up the info I included. Naturally, feel free to correct me if you've got personal experience with the hearing aid fitting proccess or ASL and I made an error!)
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ultravioart · 1 year
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????
So I'm trying to write out some ideas for Dominion au scenes and I guess I'm questioning what kind of humor fits Dominator? She's definitely comically evil + mean spirited so there is dark humor galore (Plus with kid cosmic using death as a punchline, lmafo it makes for some dark opportunity),
but if.... sighes, If the writers really were trying to go for the "she doesn't belong in the show" anime-op-badass "sexy bully"(<<<gags I hate this approach i hate sexy bully) archetype, I have to wonder if she's conscious of herself in situations or not. In Q&A they say she loves riot grrl but she's also fine with using a guy persona to "mess with people"?? Mess with them how? Make them double take and awkwardly scramble to treat her differently? Or make them not judge her as a (gender) but as a badass foe first and foremost regardless, and being a woman is just the cherry on top? I have to wonder if her love for the riot grrl genre includes the fundamental girl empowerment (proud to be a girl), or the "don't judge me just because I am a girl! I belong here too!" aspect. Is her perspective that she is proud to be a badass woman, or does she feel she's a badass who happens to be woman therefore women must be great? She seems to use whatever tools she has at her disposal, but also has a comedic self care routine of fluffy towels and pink guest bathrooms. So she's all out evil villain, but also has sensitivities and seemingly personal boundaries with "me-time" which doesn't read entirely as the all out off the wall destroyer, but a quirky lethal evil conqueror. It matters because like, would she be a "sexy" bully that has personal boundaries over her body, or is it all in, make the others squirm and yelp? Is she vulgar and unhinged? or does she have some kind of pride that would prevent her from "degrading" her self in her view by flirting with people she sees as losers? We have characters that have a sense of pride or a sense of boundary, which can make for good kind spirited humor too, but if Dominator really doesn't belong, it's hard to discern just how far her actions would go. basically it's one of the two: A) she embodies the "intensely evil little girl" all grown up into a fearsome villainess, playing godzilla with living toys. This is within the same vein to Hater's "spoiled brat emo prince" all grown up into a manchild rockstar tyrant personality. This means she would have some personal boundaries and sense of pride, meaning she would toy with others (flirting, teasing) but not be intensely vulgar. Fits the setting of WoY pretty well, though? Is... being pretty and mean enough to be a sexy bully archetype? Ugh Man, I hate this trope lmao. It feels gross. B) She embodies the "evil no matter what" and just happens to be a woman. she relishes in bullying others and making them squirm, wanting to destroy everything in her path. She's super unhinged and even self-destructive if not careful. No sense of sympathy for others, she just. wants. to. destroy. those puny little faces. (Cute aggression over 9,000!) And it's bleak! Yeah! ...and, lonely. Woops. This means she would be very vulgar, and not care what people think about her or her body because of course she's already perfect, she's HER. This to me reads as more so the sexy bully archetype, but ignores some semblance of her softer sides like her "...friend?" moments with Sylvia or her funny reactions to things like "what? Ew--no." which imply personal boundaries. I'm writing a whole damn essay about this because I don't want to make her too vulgar if it's ooc. But... it's seriously hard to understand what the hell the writers even meant by "sexy bully" because is that just a hot mean girl? Or a get under your skin and twist the knife just "to break your heart and watch you cry" kinda thing??? HOW FAR DOES IT GO, idk idk. Frankly I wish canon Dominator was not fanservice sultry and only sporadically "maniac pixie nightmare girl" like the VA's videos implied, because that stuff was hysterically fitting for WoY. Unhinged and unfitting of the WoY universe, but in a light goofy turning instantly heavy and dark humored way.
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kirric-the-fan · 1 month
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Giving Big Band Precure a post to itself bc I put a lot more info for it in the oc cure season collection than I had originally. +this also adds some of the ep ideas I now have for it.
Big Band Precure:
“One! Two! Three! Four! Big-Band Pre-cure!” (Big Band Cures play in their own transformations and use music or music themes for all their attacks).
Series summary: Aoi comes to Kanon town to investigate the apparent disappearance of the Suite team. She discovers a new enemy, Discord, and a powerful dissonance that weakens her transformation and traps her within the town, only to be saved by a new precure. Aoi has to uncover the identities of the new Big Band Precure and help train them to take down Discord, and save the Suite team.
The Band have music-themed band nicknames, as well as their names and cure names.
Setsuko/Fret/Cure Tune- Purple cure, lots of rock chick vibes, lots of influence from wild azure. But purple. Guitar attacks. Lion (from Aoi’s crystal animal) guitar pick. Pocket extendable guitar handle head that extends a neck to become a guitar to strum, and the body magically appears when you strum it. Good with all guitar-like instruments. Big fan of Wild Azure.
Toshiko/Fury/Cure Rock- Black and silver punk rocker cure. Drum attacks. Item: Tambourine bracelet (Bracelet turns to tambourine and/or drum to drumkit, and sometimes other percussion). Pen and pencil drumsticks. Can play pretty much anything percussion, or that needs rhythm.
Tsuyomi/Forte/Cure Classic(al)- Burgundy, velvet cure. Smart jacket, like an orchestra performer. Item: Fan to piano attacks (The fan has a piano key pattern on and separates to make the keyboard, with the side slats becoming the stand). Often takes the more classical instruments. Violin, piano, trumpet in a pinch.
Shiori/Fandango/Cure Pop- pink/orange cure. Sporty dancer vibes. Headphones mic dj deck and vocal attacks. Item: Compact halves that turn into headphones or microphone. Clashes a bit with Tune over who has lead vocals. Eventually learns to harmonise, and earns Tunes’ approval to sing lead. Best dancer of the squad. Tends to take lead vocals, or mixing. Sometimes keyboard. Also flute, to everyone's surprise.
Timbre: Fairy from the song kingdom hiding out on Earth. Yellow-green fairy with a quaver quiff. Uses her limited amounts of power to help the big band cures, and needs to rest a lot in between. Turns into a keyless music box when asleep. (also has a very delicate but in tune snore). The cures later learn they have to sing the right note to unlock the music box and wake her up again. Turns out that she was the fairy companion of Ballad before he went bad, and she is trying to stop him destroying everything.
Discord- BBEG
Aoi/Cure Gelato as stuck/ mentor (Adult)
Banshee, Howler and Screech (Ellen/Siren, Hummy and Noise respectively.) (As corrupted bbeg monsters)
Ballad/Discord- BBEG. Jealous Prince of the song kingdom (Jealous of Major Land and its music). Created the dissonance and seeks discord.
Feedback, Static, Flat, Sharp, and Mute- generals created from the other five corrupted Fairy tones (Others at: one caught with Melody and Rhythm each, and the single uncorrupted one with Muse)
The Duet of Despair- corrupted Melody and Rhythm (potential)
(Later on Discord causes a time travel break which allows Aoi to go back and find out what happened, only to learn that the corruption of the fairy tones was corrupting the treble clefs, and Gelato is forced to become the one that seals the team away to be saved in the future.)
Eps and ep ideas so far:
Ep1: Aoi's arrival, Discord, and a new tune.
Aoi Tategami, renowned rockstar and lead singer of Wild Azure, comes to Kanon town for a concert. Secretly there to check in on some missing friends and co-precures, she runs into a new enemy, Discord, bent on sowing discord, and stealing the world's music. With her lion power-up missing and unable to find her friends, Cure Gelato is caught in a one-on-one showdown where she is quickly overpowered and detransformed, in dire peril until she's saved by the appearance of a new cure, Cure Tune. But the cure disappears before she can find out who she is.
Ep2: Heart thief. Setsuko and the lion.
The newly minted Cure Tune comes to terms with her powers, and the fairy form of the crystal lion. She struggles with ethics of having 'borrowed' the lion, but after another fairy, Timbre from the song kingdom, appears and thanks her for her help, she knows she can't give it back while precure are needed. Timbre explains that Discord has conquered the Song kingdom, isolated Major Land, and has turned its eyes on Earth to destroy the music there. And they need to stop it. Timbre wants Setsuko's help in creating more cures so that they can. Timbre tries to turn a bracelet into a transformation device for the next cure, but it doesn't have enough power yet, and it falls apart, with Timbre falling into an exhausted slumber after using up her powers. Setsuko's a little put out because the bracelet was a gift for the fairy. But nevermind. She recycles the pieces she can, including a small drum charm. It's more difficult than expected explaining the situation to her friends: the rule-abiding Tsuyomi, and the hard-headed Toshiko, And matters become complicated when Aoi Tategami-san joins their school as a music teacher, planning on organising the class into bands. (Setsuko and co introduction) Setsuko saves the class from discord. The lion crystal indicates it wants to stay with Cure Tune.
Ep3: She's eccentric, isn't she?
The classes with Aoi are weird. She talks about cooking more than about playing, but is still insistent on the class forming bands. Setsuko struggles to convince her friends to join her in a band, and eventually is forced to transform in front of them to save them from one of the discordant creatures. It looks like Tune is about to be overpowered, when Tsuyomi and Toshiko get on their instruments and help her.
Something wakes in Toshiko's drums, and her drumsticks become different. She can't do anything more with them, but there's a hint she might become Precure.
Ep4: Dis-concerted
The trio catch up on what they know, and while she doesn't say it, Tsuyomi is disappointed she didn't get a transformation item. Meanwhile Toshiko's item isn't working to let her transform. Setsuko says maybe it takes time to power up- she had her guitar for a few days before she could use it. They look for another fairy, or lion crystal to help.
Tsuyomi misses out on tickets to the Wild Azure concert, despite being a big fan. Her and Toshiko clash. During the big fight, Tsuyomi is thrown into Toshiko's drum set, breaking one of the drums and silencing her music. Toshiko doesn't care, revealed to be more worried about Tsuyomi despite Tsuyomi's worries. Toshiko drum improvisation support allows Tune to beat the bad guy and protect her friends. After, Tsuyomi makes Toshiko a bracelet by way of apology, with lots of jangly bits she can play with. Toshiko loves it, and offers Tsuyomi her spare ticket to see the concert. Tsuyomi thought she'd already promised it to Setsuko. Turns out Setsuko baked Aoi a cake to try and sweet-talk her into getting into the concert, and tutoring their band. Which worked.
Ep5: Blue Azure concert.
Enemy attack. Aoi solo. Cure Tune joins her. Is nearly defeated. Aoi captured when she tries to sing still. Tune tries to sing. Toshiko tries to play the drums, but the drum set is smashed. As is the piano Tsuyomi is playing at. She is down. Toshiko declares something about the dissonance being unable to stop the beating of her heart, and drums up a storm of magic, becoming cure rock, and giving everyone the ability to get up again. They play, and the roar of the crowd knock the enemy away. They disappear before anyone realises who they are.
Timbre has regained enough energy to wake. She welcomes Cure Rock, and takes the fan Tsuyomi has, and puts magical energy into it, encouraging them to keep playing.
Ep6: Tsuyomi has a piano recital, but seems to have slipped out of her groove, especially because her teacher is being a bit hard on her. She is one of the few students still getting lessons from Hibiki's dad, but he's a bit distracted too. New enemy appears, and prevents Tune from singing. Rock is also stuck. Piano cuts through the noise, distracting the enemy long enough for the others to defeat it. When the enemy attacks her, the fan is able to knock it away, even though she doesn't transform. They defeat it.
"You know you were probably able to transform right?"
"Next time. I don't think these creatures are done with us yet."
Ep7: Recital
Tsuyomi's recital goes well as she changes tune and has fun with it, but ends up scoring badly. She gets a crowd favorite award, and says she values that more. She is in with the band 100% now, and the team go all in on their practice until Aoi tells them they're missing something. They try to find it, going all out in the next battle, all transforming together, and getting a new group attack. They're pumped up, and go back to Aoi to try and impress her but she just reiterates that they're missing something.
Ep: Aoi tells the band they need to pick a fourth member to qualify for the battle of the bands. They struggle to find someone, and even ask Aoi to join them. She turns them down, even though they work so well as a team. Setsuko heart and voice conflict. Doesn't know which way to go.
Aoi brings Shiori in to join the team. Ep: Setsuko hates Shiori, and the two immediately clash. (Shiori was kicked out of her other band by a coup because she was too single-minded). Shiori is seen as the popular kid, and a bit obnoxious. Setsuko learns how Shiori is just genuinely passionate about music, and Shiori coming to see how Setsuko is the same, but from a different angle. Setsuko also senses that Shiori has a transformation item, and that it hasn't activated yet.
Ep: She has to decide whether to give her the nudge to become Precure too. She doesn't, and Tsuyomi and Toshiko get hurt in a fight.
Ep: Setsuko decides to tell Shiori about the precure stuff. Even if it sounds crazy. Shiori is thrown. Wants to bail, but then Setsuko ends up in trouble, and Shiori saves her as Cure Pop.
Ep: They decide they could stand to listen to Aoi more and train hard for their first performance together, only for it to be crashed by Discord.
Ep: Aoi steals her lion back. Setsuko can't transform, until Shiori gives her the heart from her hairclip that turns out to be her lucky pick. Tune arrives, and the team get an upgraded joint attack. They discover Aoi is a precure.
Ep: Toshiko seems very black and white aggressive rock sorta person, but she shows a softer side by singing a ballad in a talent competition. Sings about how everyone expects her to be a certain way, and she's more than that.
Ep: One of the enemy creatures finds and attacks Toshiko whilst she's showering at home. She manages to fight it off, but the cacophony makes her parents suspicious, and she has to cover by claiming she came up with a new song for the band, and bluffs that they're looking at moving into heavy metal. Annnd her parents can't wait to hear them perform it. She has to rope the rest of the squad into making an out of character song, but they struggle to connect with it. They do their best, get to the performance, and end up flunking until one of the creatures attacks again. They have to fight the creature, and defeat it, but the audience seem to enjoy it, assuming it's just the song and the effects from all that. Toshiko reveals her parents are big metal fans. But she does say to them that she thinks they aren't going to go down that route. They're just happy they tried it out.
Ep: Tsuyomi has to teach a younger kid the piano, but he isn't interested, preferring to play computer games. She ends up playing the computer games, and trying to use them to interest the kid, even cutting the music out to show him what it would be like without. She then enlists Shiori's help to introduce him to music mixing, and that sort of thing, where they can rig up game controllers to make music. Piano is just a slightly more direct controller. Just when he's starting to get interested in playing, discord disrupts it my making the notes he plays off. They have to fight it, and give the kid the encouragement to keep trying.
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quibbs126 · 4 months
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Do you have any other fankids you need help with? I really enjoyed coming up with ideas for them last time.
(Also unrelated but did you get my ask about your “villain in love with hero” idea? Sorry, I just love it so much!)
Well I’m glad you enjoy making ideas, because I enjoy hearing your suggestions
Let’s see, let me get some others
Dark Choco/Mint Choco: I have the name Mint Chip, and the only thing in my notes is “Ice Prince?”, which is either prince with ice theme or I was talking about Ice Prince from Fionna and Cake. But I don’t need to keep it if it doesn’t work
Mint Choco/Rockstar: for now the name is Mint Toothpaste, and I don’t really have any ideas for them
Dark Choco/Cotton Candy: this one’s name is Bubble Choco, and I had asked for ideas before, and I was going to go with sad poet, but then I thought, “the ship itself is pretty fluffy, so shouldn’t that be reflected in the kid?”. So I have that. Also an idea that they have dark curly hair with stuff in it, like Cotton Candy but dark haired
Dark Choco/Pink Choco: okay this is the last of the five, I have everyone else at some stage of ready (even if one I’m still stuck on the pose), but I don’t know what to do here. All I got is his name is Semisweet Choco and he’s relatively young
Raspberry Mousse/Whipped Cream: I have Raspberry Cream, but nothing else
Cherry Blossom/Herb: all I have is the name Spring Blossom
Capsaicin/Licorice: I think I’m going with Star Anise, but I don’t have much else
Kumiho/Crunchy Chip: I’m struggling on both name and personality front
Sea Fairy/Fire Spirit: currently I have the name Steam Sprite, though I originally wanted to go with geysers or maybe even hot springs. All I have is that they probably reside in a tropical area near a coast if not on an island with those sorts of naturally occurring hot springs
Croissant/Roguefort: I have a name, Beaufort, and I have a rough design for the head, but I don’t have anything other than he’s supposed to be considered a handsome lad
Kumiho/Snake Fruit: I’m going with the name Ambrosia, but I don’t got anything else
Abyss Monarch/Electric Eel: the name is Blue Ringed (or maybe it should be Blue Rings?), but I ain’t got else
Rockstar/Kiwi: I have the name Key Lime (but I don’t know if there’s better out there), but all I have is that they have light green hair
I should probably stop but I could do a few quick fire name ones:
Hollyberry/Pitaya (bc no more passion fruit)
Financier/Pistachio
Longan/Dark Enchantress
Blue Lily/Bellflower
Starfruit/Mocha Ray
Licorice/Royal Margarine
Cinnamon/Shining Glitter
Okay I’m done for now. You don’t have to answer them all, I think I put a few too many
And as for the Sunni stuff, yeah I did get that one, I’m just kind of bad at answering in general and also I’ve been busy with school stuff these last few days. A lot of essays. But I’m mostly done now. But I’m glad you like it!
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Review: Danny Wright’s new pop-punk single ‘TRAIN WRECK’ embodies both high energy thrills and self-destructive tendencies
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Living up to his title as the ‘Prince of Pop Punk’, attributed by the BBC, British rising star Danny Wright is certainly making a name for himself in the new revival of the sound. Since his first release long ago in 2017, Danny has since amassed quite the platform online where not only does he share all his new musical announcements, but he places a strong focus upon discussing mental health and societal issues knowing his audience can learn from his own experiences and views. As he slowly nears 2,000 monthly Spotify listeners, it won’t be any surprise to us that after sharing his first single of the year, ‘TRAIN WRECK’, Danny should be well on his way to attracting a much larger audience.
Self-destructive and high-energy at it’s core, Danny’s newest release ‘TRAIN WRECK’ that debuted last month doesn’t hold back on it’s soundscape or lyrical mishmash of thoughts. From the grungy electric guitar that leads us into this bombastic concoction, it’s made clear from the opening moments that Danny’s anthemic riffs were made for the pop-punk genre. Progressing towards more electronic backing effects for the verses, these moments really allow Danny’s spoken-sung vocals to show their true rawness as he details every struggle for the world to see. Their hoarse tone adds another layer of intimacy within ‘TRAIN WRECK’, swiftly jumping into a high energy, fast-paced chorus that utterly devours your ears in the best way possible, and leaves your blood pumping in anticipation for what’s next. As the track closes, we see every instrumental element cohesively layered for quite the dramatic closure, bringing the volume and build sure to keep ‘TRAIN WRECK’ on repeat.
From the darker, pop-punk sound it’s probably no surprise that Danny’s lyricism is confessionally poignant, retelling the age old rockstar lifestyle in his own modern spin. Through his own self-destructive chaos, Danny rips apart self-help methods like ‘Close your eyes and manifest, the universe will fix your mess’, expressing his preference to drink and party for a sense of purpose that he can’t seem to find anywhere else. Although he makes no attempt to better himself or leave this downhill cycle, the track hardly romanticises such a lifestyle with the harsh realities peeking through: ‘I sleep with all these demons, when will it all make sense?’ Telling a bitter tale with complete rawness, ‘TRAIN WRECK’ does not hold back in sharing an authentic outlook, perhaps from Danny or from other inspirations, reminding listeners that these unhealthy habits will not fix their problems but ultimately they’re not alone in their struggles of trying to get off the seemingly never-ending train journey that is depression. Such a harsh, in your face narrative is not pretty and certainly not intended to be anything but that, with Danny’s diary-esque penmanship making it all the more difficult to ignore whilst still remaining quite the unapologetically catchy tune.
The track also comes alongside an incredibly fitting music video shot within a studio. Between minimalistic white shots and harsh pink and purple light, this wanna-be rockstar does a great job at selling the dream as he dances under pulsating light and aggressively strums his vibrant pink and checkerboard guitar with his drummer putting on quite the thundering performance in the background. Between these quickly changing shots and thrilling angles of their performance, we also see scenes of Danny singing down the new location of a corridor, sitting playing guitar on a well-fitting pink sofa, and an darkly lit scene as he screams into a lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. While the video doesn’t focus on much of the story at hand, it more than excels at painting the picture of youthful energy and determination as the pair put on quite the show that’s hard to look away from when paired with such a gripping new single.
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If Danny’s newest single sounds like something you’d like to party to, or perhaps let yourself feel the weight of his words and find solace within them, then you can go put ‘TRAIN WRECK’ on repeat for yourself here!
Written by: Tatiana Whybrow
Photo Credits: Federica Burellii
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Here’s the final chapter of See the Light. I hope you enjoy it. Thanks to @quickspinner for letting me play with your prompt.
See the Light
A Miraculous Ladybug fanfiction
By Mintaka14
Chapter Four – The World Has Somehow Shifted
 She was reading too much into that song. All Rose’s talk of romance and fairytales and Disney was getting to her, and sung in Luka’s gorgeous voice of course it was going to sound like…
Dammit, she was a grown woman, and she was not going to cry.              
But her vision blurred as she typed out the curt little response to Luka’s text. She didn’t dare trust herself to write more.
She should know by now that Ladybug didn’t get the happily ever after, and she didn’t get the prince. (But I don’t want a prince, the voice whispered at the back of her mind, just Luka)
The wedding dresses were done and delivered, so Marinette threw herself into making her own outfit as a distraction. If she couldn’t go to the Liberty, she could focus on gold embossed blue silk chiffon with grim determination. The results were at least pretty enough, she decided as she faced the mirror on the morning of the wedding.
The skirts drifted around her knees in a cloud of powder blue and gold filigree. She flattened her hand over the narrow gilt belt at her waist and regarded herself critically, reaching up to tuck an escaping strand of hair back into the chignon at the nape of her neck. Marinette found herself wondering if Luka would like it, and cut that train of thought off sharply. It didn’t matter what he thought, because they were simply friends, assuming they could even be that anymore. She was not doing this to the both of them all over again.
She heard Mylène’s voice at the door, and caught up the clutch purse with her disapproving kwami in it, sliding into the pale gold heels that she’d bought for the occasion. Time to go and be happy for her friends.
Marinette travelled out to the vineyard for the wedding with Ivan and Mylène, and sat with them under the trees as the harpist played and the guests gathered. The soft chatter died down, and as the music paused and swelled in the bright afternoon the brides made their way down the grassy aisle together. Rose was sunshine in blushing pink and cascades of flowers, bright as she beamed up at Juleka. And Juleka, in her darkly elegant moonlit gown, glowed.
Marinette’s eyes turned to Luka, taking his place beside Anarka. He’d managed to lose his suit coat and tie somewhere along the way, and the teal fall of his hair was a vivid splash of colour over the charcoal and cloud grey of his shirt and vest as he bent to say something quietly to his mother, his arm going around her. Luka’s head turned, and for a moment his eyes met hers.
“Are you okay, Marinette?” Mylène whispered, and Marinette jerked her gaze free, managing to summon up a smile that must have been convincing enough.
It was a small wedding, but half of the guests were Couffaines, and it turned out that the Lavillants were a lot like Rose, so it wasn’t by any means a subdued or formal occasion. Marinette had never met Rose’s parents, but it was obvious where Rose got her enthusiasm from once she’d been introduced to Rose’s mother. And then there was Jagged.
He’d swooped down on Marinette in an exuberant avalanche the moment that the two brides had been whisked away for their photos, and Marinette had been left laughing and breathless. She was passed from hand to hand, and congratulated at every turn on the stunning wedding gowns.
Once or twice, she caught Luka looking her way, and there was something in his eyes that made her heart stumble, but he kept his distance. She was, she told herself, grateful for that.
Marinette caught up her pale blue and gold skirts as the breeze fluttered them around her and picked her way carefully across the grass as the entire company trekked through the gardens towards the waiting château. Luka still hadn’t come anywhere near her by the time they’d all reached the wide paved courtyard where waiters were moving around with trays of champagne and platters of elegant hors d’oeuvre waited on tables against the backdrop of old-fashioned damask roses and ivy and stone walls. She smiled and waved away the offered champagne glass, and threaded her way through the chattering guests to slip inside the doors of the huge old hall ready for the reception. Once inside, she breathed a sigh of relief in the temporary silence.
The hall was a warm cavern of stone and timber, glowing in the candlelight and soft with tables full of white linen and pink roses, and Marinette tilted her head to look up into the strings of pennants and fairy lights that twinkled from the ancient rafters. She knew, without looking, that the soft footfall behind her was Luka.
“Rose’s fairytale,” she said a little wistfully. “It’s beautiful.”
“It is.” He was looking at her. “Feeling a little bit overwhelmed?” he asked sympathetically.
“It’s just been a long day.”
For a moment, it looked like he was going to reach out to her, but he shoved his hands in his pockets.
“Everyone will be coming inside soon. I’m thinking it might be a good time to go find a quiet corner to get ready for our performance,” he suggested, and Marinette let out a faint sigh.
“A quiet corner sounds like a wonderful idea.”
As she followed him out of the hall, Luka chuckled and nodded at one of the delicate pink flower arrangements. Nestled in among the roses, Marinette saw a tiny glittery black bat, and she couldn’t help laughing.
“It’s Juleka’s fairytale too,” Luka said.
The space he led her to had obviously become the designated storage area for every musician on the guest list. They picked their way through the jumble of instruments that seemed to fill the antechamber, and Luka gave a wry smile.
“Jagged’s brought in enough to start a fairly sizeable orchestra. I think things are going to get loud later on.”
He found his acoustic guitar propped behind a drumkit, and she perched on a chair while he tuned it. She found herself staring stupidly at those arms of his, and the snake tattoo that coiled down his forearm from under his rolled up shirt sleeves, wishing they were wrapped around her. It really wasn’t fair of him.
“Marinette?”
She shook herself out of her stupor.
She kept waiting for him to say something about the way she’d run off the last time he’d seen her, or to ask if she was alright. Instead, he played a quick rising scale on his guitar, and then settled into an easy little melody that was familiar enough that she could sing along with it. She was grateful for his silence as she gave most of her attention to warming her voice up, but a part of her couldn’t help wondering why he said nothing.
Marinette startled and pulled her attention back when Luka stopped and glanced over his shoulder.
He said, “It sounds like it’s just about our turn. Are you feeling ready?”
The noise was rising in the hall behind them with the sound of laughter and talk, and shoes and chairs clattering on the flagstones. Anarka’s voice rang out over the babble, commanding someone to Sit down, ye auld pirate! Marinette heard Jagged’s holler in response, and felt a sickening spike of nerves. What had possessed her to agree to this? She was going to sing in front of Jagged Stone? Marinette looked back at the hall full of people, and gave a shudder.
“What on earth was I thinking? I can’t sing! I’m going to completely choke in front of everyone and embarrass Rose and Juleka on their wedding day.”
Luka caught her hand, tugging her around gently until she was looking at him.
“I’ve got you,” he insisted, just as sincere and steady as he’d been when they were teenagers, and she took a deep breath, letting it out again. “I won’t let you fall. You’ve got this.”
“Have I?”
His answering smile was full of certainty. “You’ve done worse than this before, you can handle a handful of friends who’ll love you even if you sound like a crow. Which you don’t,” he told her with a warm laugh in his voice. “You’ve spoken on stage in front of fashion critics, you can handle anything.”
“And I wanted to throw up every time.”
“But you didn’t.”
Marinette tilted a dark look at him, and he smothered a smile.
“Okay, so you threw up. I can take a bucket on stage for you if you like.”
“It’s alright for you, Mister Rockstar,” she sniffed.
“There’s a reason I never took Jagged up on his offer to take me on tour with him,” he told her. “Although, in retrospect, a classroom full of bored fifteen year olds is a tougher audience than a stadium crowd, so maybe I should have.”
She could help the laugh that escaped, and she looked down at his hands still holding hers. Dangerous, to even consider taking the support he’d always offered her, but she kept her eyes on him and her hand in his as he caught up his guitar, and she let him lead her towards the hall.
In the end, it wasn’t hard to block out the soft rustle of people at the tables, or Rose’s excited little squeak. She didn’t even notice Jagged’s wolf-whistle, or Penny shushing him. There was Luka and his guitar and his wonderful, reassuring smile as she followed his music and sang.
His smile grew brighter as she chimed in with, “All those days, watching from the windows,” and the guitar chords rippled before her like water. It was easy when it felt like there was just Luka, here with her. Perilously easy.
She sang, “All at once, everything is different,” and she wasn’t singing for Rose and Juleka anymore. Luka’s gorgeous blue eyes were on her, only on her, as he took up the melody. Music was his truest voice, and in that moment she heard his heart as clearly as he’d ever heard hers. Marinette felt something like an electric shock, and faltered her cue.
Luka’s eyes shifted swiftly into concern, and his voice picked it up again until she’d recovered. She couldn’t be having this moment now, not in the middle of Rose and Juleka’s wedding, not on their day. Luka’s warm, husky voice wrapped around her, held her up, and as he sang “At last I see the light” Marinette knew that this was something she was never going to recover from.
The sound of applause brought her back to herself, and she broke away from the look in Luka’s eyes with a faint gasp. Somehow she managed to find the words to wish Juleka and Rose and very happy marriage, then she slid past everyone, heading a little too fast towards the door. Friends, and people she’d never met in her life, spoke to her as she passed and she offered them brief, strained smiles. She barely knew what she was saying to them, and didn’t really hear what they were saying to her.
Finally, she found herself outside in the cool and blessedly quiet night air. She could hear the sounds of the first round of music starting, and Jagged’s boisterous voice over the static wail of an electric guitar being tuned. The laughter and chatter in the ballroom behind her was muffled and felt like a whole world away. Marinette put a hand up to her overheated cheek, and was a little startled to find that she was shaking. Even after all these years, after convincing herself for so long that they were just friends, that it was fairer to him if they were just friends, that he didn’t want to be more than friends after everything she’d put him through, those steady blue eyes of his could still hit her hard.
“Marinette?” Luka said behind her, and she jolted. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. You’re going to miss the dancing,” she said, trying hard to keep her voice light. She didn’t think he was fooled. He’d always been far too good at reading her mind and heart, even when she’d been incomprehensible to herself, and that was another thing that had made him so dangerous to be around.
“They won’t even notice I’m not there for a while.” He shifted a little, close enough that she could bridge the space between them if she wanted to. “I’m here if you need me.”
He had always been there for her. That simple truth was what broke her down in the end. She felt a bubble catch in her chest, rising to force its way out with a strangled sound. She almost doubled over, gripping the ivy-covered wall beside her, and heard Luka’s quick inhalation, his hand rising towards her and falling again as she backed away.
“See, this? This is why I broke up with you when we were teenagers,” she almost sobbed at him. “You make me want to hold onto you and tell you everything, and I can’t!”
Luka was holding himself in intense stillness.
“The other relationships I’ve had, it was easy enough to walk away when things got too close, but you… It’s not fair!”
“What’s not fair?” Luka asked carefully.
“Doing that to you!” She was shaking now. “Having to give this up again. Why does everyone else get to have someone to love them and I don’t?!”
“You do.” He took one small, uncontrolled step towards her. “Whether we’re together or not, whoever you’re with, whatever is going on in your life, I love you. I will always care about you.”
“You need the truth, and it’s the one thing I can’t give you,” she said miserably.
Luka’s voice was so soft it was almost unspoken. “What if I already know?”
It took a moment for his words to catch up with her and sink in. The world faded into a distant buzz in her head, a cold tingle that crept over her.
Oh, that was bad. That was bad. He couldn’t mean what she thought he meant. She’d given up so much to keep anyone from knowing, and she could still feel the crushing backlash of what had happened when she’d made the mistake of telling her closest friend. He couldn’t know.
“Marinette?”
In the dizzying spiral of her fragmented reactions, she couldn’t think, couldn’t move. She stood still, and felt his hands close over hers, gently, so very gently. The contact anchored her to the moment.
“Marinette, I’m here. It’s going to be okay.”
She turned her hands, palm to palm, under his hands and wove her fingers through his.
“I told Alya,” she breathed, and the quality of stillness deepened as he listened. “After you and I broke up, I was so sick of the secrets and lies, and Alya found out some things, so I told her. For three months I had someone who knew, then of course it went wrong, and now Alya has three months of patchy memories from collège that I’m not a part of. I’m still not sure how much deeper the impact to her mind went. The last time I saw her, back around the time I started at the Institut, she still had that puzzled, blank look when she looked my way because I had to take her memory of my secret identity away.”
Marinette drew a deep, shuddering breath.
“I never, ever want to do that to you,” she whispered, and Luka drew her closer, his fingers still tangled in hers. “I couldn’t bear to look into you eyes and see that blankness there.”
He was close enough that she could feel his heartbeat and the soft huff of his laugh against her hair. “Haven’t you figured it out yet, Marinette? You will never see that in me. Never. You could take away every memory I have of you, and I’d still have stars in my eyes when I look at you. I’d just fall for you all over again, like I do every time we meet.”
She hiccuped on a sob, and looked up into his warm, steady blue eyes.
“If that’s what you need to do to be safe, then take them,” he told her. “I’ll happily give up those memories of knowing that you’re her if that’s what you need. It doesn’t change a thing about how I feel about you.”
“It’s not just that. Have you thought, if I take away your memory of me being… her… and we still try to make us work, we’re back to all those secrets and broken dates and lies.”
“Then give me what you can. If there’s one thing I’ve learned over the years, it’s that some truths aren’t yours to share. Just don’t lie when you can’t tell me, and I promise you I’ll understand.”
That he was willing to compromise even that for her… Oh, Luka.
“Or,” she let out the word on a soft exhale, as if testing the idea, “you know.”
And who else, when all was said and done, would she trust more than Luka with her heart and all of her secrets? Who else would she trust to keep the world safe, and everything she’d been fighting to protect?
Luka’s thumb was gently tracing the line of her palm, and the touch was calming even as her mind cleared and raced. This didn’t feel like a scared fourteen year old, alone and overwhelmed and terrified she was going to lose her best friend as well as the boy she loved. This felt like the moment when she held a lucky charm and the pieces of a plan started to come together in her mind. This felt like what she needed.
Marinette stretched up on her toes and met his lips with a kiss.
She heard the sudden hitch of his breath, and there was a moment’s hesitation that would have let her draw back, freak out, rethink, but she wasn’t holding back anymore. This time, when she kissed him, he met her halfway.
Marinette stumbled backwards into the ivy-covered wall as she tugged Luka with her and his mouth came down on hers, desperate and insistent. And oh god if he’d kissed her like this all those years ago she never would have been able to give him up.
She felt the ivy catch at her hair as he backed her up against the wall. The touch of his hand on her jaw, his fingers buried deep in the unravelling curls at the base of her neck, was bringing everything undone and Marinette tilted her head back as his mouth trailed down to the hollow of her throat.
Marinette’s hands clutched at his shirt as the weight of his thigh pressed against her, and she hitched her leg up against his hip, trying to get closer. The gutteral noise he made did unspeakable things to her and god he was ruining her as she pulled him closer, wanting him closer, wanting him. His mouth was on hers again, swallowing the sounds she was making. She could feel him, hard against her, through the layers of silk chiffon.
In the haze that he was making of her mind she was still dimly aware of the sounds of the wedding and the presence of their friends and family in the hall just beyond their deeper well of shadows against the wall, but as she pushed harder against him, the soft froth of her skirts bunching between them, Marinette didn’t care. Her hands came up to dig into the muscles of his shoulders, holding him and oh god, Luka.
White heat swept over her, blanking out her thoughts, and then they were breaking apart, breathing hard.
“Please tell me I can kiss you again,” Luka rasped. His fingers were tangled with hers, and she could feel the uneven rise and fall of his breath.
“Oh, god, yes!”
The kiss was softer this time, reverent, with the feather light brush of his lips over the corner of her mouth, and she shivered at the touch.
“Luka? Are you out here?” someone called.
Marinette blinked in the sudden wash of golden light and raucous swell of noise, and she looked up to find Rose and Juleka standing in the open doorway. Juleka had a hand over her new wife’s mouth, and Rose’s eyes were impossibly wide. She was almost vibrating, and reached up to pull Juleka’s hand away.
“Best. Wedding present. Ever!” she breathed with barely suppressed intensity, and Luka gave a soft huff of a laugh, leaning his forehead against Marinette’s. He plucked a stray ivy leaf from her hair and let it drift to the ground.
“Rose, I love you like my own sister,” he said, “and I know it’s your wedding day, but please go away.”
After Juleka managed to tug Rose away, there were a few more soft kisses in the darkness before they reluctantly returned to the wedding reception. Marinette parted from Luka for just long enough to grab her purse and disappear into the bathroom to untangle her ruined chignon and pin her hair back into some semblance of order in front of the mirror. Her dress was hopelessly crumpled, though, and her lipstick was beyond repair. Marinette found herself smiling dopily at her reflection.
“Marinette, this is bad!” a tiny voice said portentously from her purse, and it felt like a sudden dunk in cold water. Marinette slowly ran her hands down her wrinkled skirts, delaying the moment, while she thought. Finally she straightened, and turned to face her kwami.
“You’re going to have to erase his memories,” Tikki insisted.
“I don’t think so,” Marinette said, ignoring Tikki’s horrified gasp, as her mind ran through the possibilities with lightning speed. “No.”
“Marinette.” Tikki’s tone was ominous. “You’re not thinking straight. You’re letting a few kisses cloud your judgement. You know –“
“Has it occurred to you,” she interrupted Tikki, “how long we’ve just been fighting everything to a standstill? You say I’m a fantastic Ladybug, but we’re no closer to getting back the butterfly miraculous than we were ten years ago. Ten years. I’ve been so caught up in just surviving from moment to moment, one battle to the next, one villain to the next, that I haven’t been able to think beyond that. I had no idea how much it was draining me until I reconnected with Juleka and Rose again, and with Luka.”
“Do you remember what happened the last time you revealed your identity? Alya –“
“Luka is not Alya,” Marinette cut off the doom-laden lecture, and there was a hint of growing steel in her voice. “And I’m not a fourteen year old, new to her responsibilities, anymore. You say you trust me, so trust me. I’m feeling clearer than I have in a long, long time. For the first time in years, I actually feel like I have hope, and I will find a way to make this work.”
Luka was waiting for her when she made it back to the hall, and she barely noticed the kind and knowing grins of their friends and his family as the rest of the night passed in a haze of glitter and fairylights and music with Luka’s arms around her. Tikki was silent in her purse where she’d left it at the table. There would be serious conversations later, and the fate of Paris to talk about, but right now she didn’t care.
The speeches were finally done, the fairytale cake was a scattering of crumbs, and one of the guests had taken over the stage to sing a slow, sweet cover of Nothing Else Matters while couples danced and smaller groups laughed and talked. Luka pulled Marinette close, his hands warm on the curve of her back, and she looked up into those deep blue eyes of his.
The invitation that he whispered against her ear sent heat straight through her. Feeling a little breathless, she tried to pull herself together. They were still in the middle of the dancefloor and surrounded by people, his mother was right there, but those eyes of his were doing things to her.
“You don’t want to take a turn on stage?” she asked a little dazedly, glancing at the musicians on the tiny stage, but he was only looking at her.
His mouth curved up in a tiny smile. “There are other songs I’d rather be playing right now.”
There was only so much she could take, Marinette decided. Her hands slid down from around his neck to the lean, solid muscle of his shoulders and chest, and she enjoyed the way he reacted under her touch. She flicked a glance up at him through her lashes.
“Then take me to bed,” she told him, her voice turning low and throaty. “I want a private performance, rockstar.”
Luka made a strangled noise, and she took his hand.
In the soft darkness of his guest room on the other side of the château, when her dress slid to the floor in a shimmer of blue and gold, she heard his swift inhalation. Then it was his turn to steal her breath away and make her cry out.
Some time later in the early dark hours of the morning, when the sounds of music and loud laughter from the hall were finally starting to die down, and the newly weds had long left the party for their bridal suite, Marinette propped her chin on Luka’s bare chest and enjoyed the view. His hands moved over her back, coming up to stroke the tangled fall of dark hair from her eyes.
“Beautiful,” he whispered in that husky voice that sent shivers through her.
Beyond the heavy damask curtains at the windows, she could see the first faint light of dawn.
“What happens now?” Marinette asked quietly. As the corners of Luka’s mouth lifted in a smile that turned a little wicked, she pouted at him. “Other than that!”
The quilt had ended up in a puddle on the floor somewhere in the night, but the sheets shifted around her as he gathered her closer and brushed a kiss against her hair.
“I think this is where we live happily ever after. Rose will disown us if we don’t.”
“Well, we can’t have that, can we?” she said, rolling her eyes. She settled back against him again. “Although I’m not sure I remember how to do happy.”
“This looks like a pretty good place to start to me.”
Her finger traced a line around his wrist where a particular bracelet had been, once upon a time. Maybe it was time for the snake Miraculous to make a reappearance. Tikki would probably have a lot to say about that, but maybe it was time to rethink a few things. She circled his wrist again, looping back to where she’d started.
Marinette gave a sudden gasp and sat up, the sheets tumbling away from her as Luka protested. She stared down at him with wide eyes and complete disregard for her current nakedness.
“I… think I have a plan,” she told him a little breathlessly, and Luka burst out laughing.
“Of course you do.” His voice with thick with adoration and pride, and he pushed himself upright, reaching to cradle her cheek in his hand as he kissed her slowly and thoroughly until she was dazed with it. He rested his forehead against hers, and she could see that beautiful smile of his. “Some things never change.”
“But I think it’s time that some things do,” Marinette said, and kissed him back fervently with all the love in her heart.
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Many weeks later, Sass turned from contemplating the butterfly Miraculous, finally returned to the Miracle Box where it belonged, to give the kwami of creation a smug look.
“I told you yearsss ago you ssshould have brought back my massster. Your wielder iss a brilliant Ladybug, but sshe needsss more than cold duty to truly thrive and ssshine. And the ssnake makess many thingss possssible.”
Tikki huffed and made a sour face.
“Fine, you win. You were right.”
Sass’s fangs bared in a wide grin.
“Musssic to my earsss,” he hissed, and sailed away to find a patch of sunshine to enjoy his victory. If anyone had been around to listen they might have heard the little snake humming, “At lassst they sssaw the light,” as he tucked his tail under and settled into a coil, but the kwamis were too busy celebrating Nooroo’s return to hear anything else, and on the couch, Marinette and Luka were lost in their own little world of tangled hands and lingering kisses. Whatever Luka was saying in a husky undertone to Marinette had brought a rising blush to her cheeks and a bright smile to her face.
They were happy.
In that moment, everyone was happy.
And that, Sass reflected with immense satisfaction, was exactly as it should be.
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𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘  𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆  𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑  𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐘
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BASICS. FULL    NAME  :  Augustus Alexander Wang  NICKNAME  :  August and Gus ( in general ), Auggie, Ice Prince, and Guggie ( by Aurora ). Aug and Lestat  ( by Jack ),  NAME    MEANINGS  : Augustus is  Latin for  the great / the magnificent.  Alexander is also Latin and means defender of mankind. From what I know, Wang in Chinese means king.  HISTORICAL    CONNECTION ?  : Though, his dad did think of the Roman Emperor Augustus when they named him, they liked the meaning. It seemed to fit him. They weren’t wrong, he was an emperor and he still has that energy.   AGE  :  22. Like Aurora, he can’t age past 22. He wouldn’t have minded either way.    BIRTHDAY  :  5th  April ETHNIC    GROUP  :   Augustus is half Korean and half Brazilian.  NATIONALITY  :   British LANGUAGES  :   fluent  in  English and French. Conversational Latin. Broken Korean. Learning Urdu. SEXUAL    ORIENTATION  :  demi-heterosexual ROMANTIC    ORIENTATION  :  demi-heterosexual RELATIONSHIP    STATUS  :   Single and doesn’t want to mingle. He had only one serious relationship in the past with Aurora Shams from 2017-2019.  CLASS  :  Upper  class,  Wealthy but not private-jet kind of wealthy.  HOME    TOWN  /  AREA  :  London till he was 10 and Vancouver till he was 17 CURRENT    HOME  :  Los  Angeles PROFESSION  :   Drummer, songwriter, model, and student.    PHYSICAL. HAIR  :  long  and  wavy.  Chestnut brown. Here is an example. It goes down his earlobes in length.    EYES  :  piercing, almond-shaped eyes. Naturally brown, but he wears blue or green contact lenses.  NOSE  :   a Greek nose, straight without bumps. FACE  :  Oblong shaped, sharp and chiseled cheekbones, strong jaw. Masculine features. Example.  LIPS  :  not  full  nor  thin, heart shaped.     COMPLEXION  :  pretty pale. Example is same as the face section.  SCARS  :  one on his chest. TATTOOS  :  a very small ‘10/17′ on his left rib.   PIERCINGS:  earlobes HEIGHT  :  6′5″  or  195cm.   BUILD  :  Inverted triangle. Broad, tapered shoulders. Muscular. Defined, sculpted abs. Long limbs. Broad chest. He was naturally towards the muscular side with broad shoulders and chest. He’s never been on the skinny side. Example one and two   USUAL  HAIR  STYLE  :  he lets his hair do their thing, he styles them a little, but he prefers a messier vibe.  USUAL  FACE  LOOK  :  He looks generally bored. His eyes have a piercing look that seem to be drilling into the person before him. Like he can see right through you. There is an insolent smirk tugging at his lips like he thinks you’re amusing. Almost proud, like he thinks he is above you. There is depth and intensity in his eyes that stare skywards in thought. There is also mischievous, radiant glimmer in his eyes.   USUAL    CLOTHING  :  prince charming meets rockstar. Lots of jackets, darker colors, boots, necklaces and rings. Here is his wardrobe.      PSYCHOLOGY. FEARS  :  claustrophobia and the fear of ending up alone. He always had this creeping feeling that he’d be alone in the end and that he was always meant to be alone.  ASPIRATIONS  :   he doesn’t have any set aspirations. They change every now and then. However, his goals are just to keep his found family happy.  POSITIVE    TRAITS  :  extremely charismatic, intelligent,  academic and studious, alluring and attractive, quick-witted, charming and captivating, articulate and eloquent, adventurous, desirable, analytical, brilliant, friendly, enthusiastic, adaptable, observant, kind, mellow, competent, extremely caring and protective over those closest to him, clever, loyal, clear-headed, confident, humorous, courageous, imaginative and creative, a visionary, refined tastes and manners, daring, dignified, ebullient, deep, remarkable, surprisingly he’s very forgiving, forthright, gallant, logical, gentlemanly and sophisticated, perfectionist, popular, self-reliant, shrewd, witty, suave, curious, and resourceful.    NEGATIVE    TRAITS  :  egocentric, self-obsessed, idle, indifferent, selfish, defiant, arrogant, argumentative, rebellious, kinda lazy, stubborn, distracted, doesn’t really care for morals, blunt, can appear insensitive a lot, is insensitive at times, no filters, can be cold for those he doesn’t care for, emotionally immature, deflects emotions, suppresses his feelings, sorta detached, kinda pessimistic, and unknowingly self-sacrificing because he thinks it’s fair and he deserves it.   MBTI  :  ENTP  (  Ne  dominant,  Ti  auxiliary,  Fe  tertiary,  and  Si  inferior  —  this  means  she  can’t  use  Ni,  Se,  Te,  and  especially  can’t  use  Fi). He  perceives  the  world  by  connecting  dots,  thinking  of  never-ending  possibilities,  looking  for  pieces  of  a  puzzle,  and  finding  meaning  in  abstract.  He  makes  judgments  on  if  what  he  perceives  fits  his  internal  logic.          ZODIAC  :  Aries sun, Gemini rising, Sagittarius moon.  TEMPERAMENT  :  sanguine choleric  ANIMALS  :  parrots and cats because they’re both intelligent but little pieces of shit who enjoy making your life hell.  VICE  :   it’s either his ego or how he ends up detaching himself FAITH  :  currently, he’s Mu.slim. He was born protestant, became an atheist when he was 13, agnostic at 14. Bud.dhist at 15. Taoist at 16. Confucianist at 17. Mu.slim at 19. Doesn't practice it though.     GHOSTS  ?  :  yep.. AFTERLIFE  ?  :   yep REINCARNATION  ?  :  he guesses so. Went  through  it, but doesn’t remember. ALIENS  ?  :  hell yeah. POLITICAL    ALIGNMENT  :  liberal. ECONOMIC    PREFERENCE  :   upper class or upper middle class is good with him.  EDUCATION    LEVEL  :   MSci in Physics from the University of Cambridge. Is opting to specialize in astrophysics soon. FAMILY. FATHER  :  Edward Wang, owner of a chain of fine dining restaurants  MOTHER  :  Elisa Violeta Wang, psychiatrist, deceased  STEP MOTHER :  Chaeyoung Wang, lawyer.  SIBLINGS  :  Cassandra Wang, athlete EXTENDED    FAMILY  :  he is not close with his external family and doesn’t know his birth mother’s family at all. They never wanted him.  FAVOURITES. BOOK  :   Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky, Galactic Dynamics by James Binney, Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Mukarami, Slaughter house Five by Kurt Vonnegut, War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy, and Lord of the Flies by William Golding. MOVIE  :  Scott Pilgrim vs The World 5    SONGS :  All You Want - Dashboard Prophets, Tokyo Smoke - Cage the Elephant, Where is My Mind? - The Pixies, Sparks - Coldplay, Lithium - Nirvana, and Mr. Blue Sky - Electric Light Orchestra     DEITY  :  none.  Let him argue with one and ask for proof of their deity-ness. HOLIDAY  :  Halloween. It’s dramatic and fun. MONTH  :   October, because he met Aurora and Jack this month in 2017. SEASON  :  spring  and  summer. PLACE  :  he doesn’t have a specific place, but he prefers European architecture.  WEATHER  :  cloudy and windy. Sunny if it isn’t too hot. SOUND  :  drums and percussions, the sound of aurora and jack’s laugh, guitars, violins, the sound of wind roaring, music boxes, and the clinking of bangles and jewelry.  SCENTS  :  sage, rosemary, and damascus roses. TASTES  :  chocolate, strawberries, chilies, and fried food.       FEELS  :   the feeling of hitting the drums, wind in his hair, the cold night air, warm morning sun, grass against his fingertips, silk, and touching long hair.   ANIMALS  :  cats and dogs. NUMBER  :   8 COLORS  :  white, cherry red, pink, maroon, wine red, black, and silver. EXTRA. TALENTS  :  he is an extremely talented drummer, good at guitar and the piano, he is talented at songwriting, composing music, he’s exceptionally good at mathematics and physics, analytical skills, storytelling, knows a lot of facts, near photographic memory because he remembers all important historical events with dates and details, academic writing, and brainstorming ideas.  BAD  AT  :   cooking, not very good at driving because he gets distracted, doing one task at a time, playing videogames, actually listening to what people say, being humble, and actually being a good leader.  TURN    ONS  :  this is a complicated question. He needs a very strong emotional connection to feel sexual attraction towards someone. And he only felt it for one person in his whole life. But, what sparked that attraction was a brilliant mind and the ability to connect with his mind on a very different level. It’s not going to repeat with anyone else.  TURN    OFFS  :  literally everyone else. He’s not sorry, but I am. HOBBIES  :  playing the drums, writing and composing songs, reading, solving problems, listening to music, watching shows, getting people to do weird shit, and annoying people.      AESTHETIC  :  crowns, drums, broken drumming sticks, abstract art, the vast space, chess boards, album cases, thrones, the echoing sound of pianos, Greek sculptures, galaxies and nebulas, early morning sunrise through curtains, libraries, equations scribbled on napkins, empty museums, unmade white sheets, polaroid cameras, conspiracy theories, VHS tapes, antique books, cobblestone alleyways, night skies, cluttered books, calloused fingers, crumpled composition pages, guitar picks, vinyl, telescopes, and planets.      Basically: abstract, chaotic academia, cryptid academia, dark academia, indie, kingcore, light academia, musical academia, science academia, spacecore,   QUOTES  :   it’s weird but i can’t decide which one fits him.  FC  INFO. MAIN    FC  :  victor han  ALT    FC  :  n/a. OLDER    FC  :  he can’t age past 22, so he doesn’t need one. YOUNGER    FC  :  none  yet. VOICE    CLAIM  :  both speaking and singing (his accent is posh British with a slight hint of Canadian) MUN  QUESTIONS. Q1  :    If you could write your character your way in their own movie , what    would  it  be  called ,  what  style would it be filmed in, and what would it be about ?    A1 :  The same answer as Aurora, The Tale of Solis et Lunae that stars him alongside Aurora, Lunae, Jack, and Tate, plus more. A cosmic adventure / fantasy / coming of age / superhero / the reluctant hero / the chosen one.  His role is of Aurora’s best friend and her greatest support in emotional and supernatural dangers. He is the time traveler who ascends time and space, so he often also gives her insight and information like the sage. It’ll  expand across dimensions, worlds, and different states of existence. The scenes would be cinematic with a strong soundtrack. I imagine him to have some scenes like Quick Silver in the X-Men movies.       Q2  :   What would their soundtrack / score sound like  ?     A2  :   He would have a 90s grunge or spacey dream rock sound. It ties in with the end of the last answer because i see him in one of those scenes with 90s grunge or maybe classical music ?    Q3  :      Why did you start writing this character  ? A3  :    I made Augustus just a bit before Aurora. They were a two part deal. I don’t know when it began, I just had this image of a tall, long haired boy with piercing, intelligent eyes who’s a smart-ass and likes being a know-it-all nuisance. This character has been the same since he began in 2019 and refused to change. He was always a drummer, he always had the same fashion sense, the look, Gus was always half-Korean, he always had long fingers he wore rings on, and he was always Aurora’s best friend/partner in crime. He remains unchanged and that's why I wanted to write him. This very vivid image of this boy was something I had to pen down. And just my luck, I found a fc who looks exactly how Gus looked in my head.   Q4  :    What  first  attracted  you  to  this  character  ? A4  :   Augustus is just extraordinary. It’s something I always felt about him and Aurora and I don’t see any of my other characters coming anywhere close to them regardless of how much I spent time on them. But with Augustus, his entire image and looks and personality — down to his wardrobe and jewelry was always so vivid in my head. Like I knew this very chaotically handsome boy who was going to turn the world upside down.  His story is interesting, but what interests me more is his perspective on his story. The way he looks at his life and how he is quiet and doesn’t show his pain. How confused he always is. How much he aches but never seems so. The way he loves but doesn’t say even a quarter of the intensity he feels. And how sometimes he believes he deserves suffering because it makes sense to him. I also love the connections he makes and the way he loves so deeply and profoundly but underneath the surface. His connection, love, fears, and hopes with Aurora and Jack for their respective reasons are extremely beautiful.   Q5  :      Describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse.  ? A5  :  Augustus is unknowingly self-sabotaging. He let go the only relationship / love in his life that made him feel like real love just because he thought he didn’t deserve it. And because when he was provoked, it made “sense” to him. He bottles his emotions and pain so much despite their intensity. He never shows how much he really cares and really hurts. And how sure he is that he’ll end up alone without friends and that it makes sense to him. Q6  :      What    do    you    have    in    common    with    your    muse  ?   A6  :    Here’s a fun answer, because I bottle my emotions like him. I also interact with the carefree way he does even if I don’t feel peachy. He’s smart and witty and really hot and I don’t even have that going on for me. So, yikes. Only of Gus’ bad things I share.  Q7  :      How  does your muse feel about you  ?   A7  :  Gus loves interacting with people so he’ll definitely show up to annoy me. Maybe, he might think I’m fun to annoy? Or maybe, we’ll have a similar sense of humor. I think he won’t dislike me. Not sure if he’ll like me. I think he’d think I’m funny in a strange sort of way.  Q8  :      What    characters    does    your    muse    have    interesting    interactions  with  ? A8  :    Aurora, first of all. They have this same brain wave-length thing going on where they’re partners in crime and bffs forever more. He knows how she is feeling and what she’s thinking even before she utters it. If she is about to sneeze, he’d get a tissue ready. He can tell if she is hungry or sleepy with one glance. She can do the same, so they sorta have this weird understanding of each other.  Jack is this older brother figure Augustus loves. He won’t admit it, but he kinda wants to make Jack proud of him. He also wants to provide love and care to Jack that he thinks he deserves but never got. They’re his family now and he’ll never be alone or sad again. He annoys Jack a lot but behind it all, he just wants Jack to think he is needed and he belongs. That if he thinks Augustus is reliant on him, then he has this family he has to protect and care for. He can’t stand the thought of Jack feeling unloved, forgotten, alone.  Tida is another one. There’s this great respect and adoration Gus has for him. Almost like he looks up to him in some ways  He also has a lot of hopes and expectations attached. He feels Tida is everything that Gus himself lacks. He is the ideal boyfriend, kindest person, shows his emotions vividly, and is like a warm and cozy blanket personified. He is probably Tida and Aurora’s biggest supporter and first one to know. He can’t be happier than he is that Aurora found someone as good and perfect as Tida.   Taewon is one really fun character. Their two-way frenemy jealousy spans over years and started in Cambridge when they were both in love with the same girl they claimed to be best friends with. Though, trying to be calm, Augustus was constantly provoked and hurt, made to feel inferior and constantly in fear of his relationship being broken by Taewon’s schemes that he couldn’t say out loud. This dark period ended with a fist fight and baggage of guilt they both carry to this day for hurting each other and the one they claimed to love. Today, they’re way past that and frenemies who have funny quips and arguments for each other. They say they dislike each other. But if the lighting is good, one would be the photographer of the other. Q9  :      What    gives    you    inspiration    to    write    your    muse  ? A9  :  Music  helps  me  imagine  scenes  with  perfect  visual  details.  Any  scenes  from  shows  that  remind  me  of  my  storylines. Q10  :      How    long    did    this    take    you    to    complete  ?   A10  :  I don’t remember. It was many days and I didn’t count because it was in bits and pieces.
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What rock band so the Jedi like. Like: AC/DC, Led Zeppelin, Queen, Pink Floyd, The Rolling Stones, and more.
Anakin: 
Can't pick a favorite, there's so many good ones
Loves all the big rock anthems from Queen, INXS, and AC/DC.
They're just so iconic and dramatic and sensational
Ahsoka: 
Likes what she considers "modern" bands
Fall Out Boy, Paramore, Green Day
Lyrics are just as important as sound, and these bands speak to her
Rey: 
Likes bands from the 90s and early 00s
blink-182, Jimmy Eat World, Nirvana, No Doubt
Finds them nostalgic and simple
Obi-Wan: 
Big rock fan. Classic head bangers all the way.
Motorhead, KISS, Van Halen
Plays air guitar when no one's looking
Yoda: 
Really old school
TOTO, The Doors, The Kinks
The Beatles are better than The Rolling Stones and he will fight you over it
Luke: 
Not so much a fan of rock bands as he is individual rockstars
Stevie Nicks, Jon Bon Jovi, Lenny Kravitz, Prince
Aspires to reach their level of style and swag
Mace: 
Likes his rock bands to be on the funkier side
Red Hot Chili Peppers, Talking Heads, The Who
Also has a thing for Depeche Mode for some reason
Qui-Gon: 
Not a fan of most rock music
It's loud and fast and he can't understand the lyrics
Prefers "calmer" bands like U2 and Relient K
Plo:
Into some pretty random and wild stuff
From Rage Against the Machine, Baby Metal, and The Hu
To Fleetwood Mac, Blondie, and Lynyrd Skynyrd
Ezra: 
Muse
That's it. That's all he listens to.
Thinks they're the perfect band and has yet to hear a better song than Supermassive Black Hole
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⚠️ He needs to come with a warning…
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little ghost boy || [JATP Agere/CGLRE]- “Panic Attacks and Secrets” (Chapter 8)
A/N: been planning *this* plot point for a while. Hope y'all enjoy.
Reggie panics and involuntarily regresses after a nightmare, Alex meets up with Willie at a skatepark when band practice is cancelled, and Reggie makes a big decision.
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Reggie wanted Luke.
Now.
He couldn't breathe. Or at least, it felt that way. He didn't remember what was so scary about his dream at first, all he knew is that it upset him.
Tears ran down his face as he sobbed, sniffling. He sat up, taking in his surroundings. He was in Julie's bed. He didn't recall why, but he was glad he had the stuffed bear Julie gave him for comfort.
He knew that he was very little but he didn't care. This was to much for him. And he needed Luke.
"Reggie, it's time to get up for band practice-"
Reggie heard Julie's voice as she opened the door, speaking casually until she got a glance of him. "Oh my god, Reg! What happened?" She shut her door behind her, and quickly came to sit next to him on the bed.
She had let him nap in her room because he had stayed up late the night before doing something, planning to come wake him up before band practice.
Reggie shook his head, closing in on himself and squeezing the bear. "Mama!" Reggie cried, babbling over his words. He panicked, his breathing becoming more quickened and panicky.
"Baby, I need you to breathe for me. Like me, okay?" Julie continued to breathe in deeply, and then out. Reggie nodded, attempting to follow her lead. She didn't care that he was little at a bad time, she just wanted him to be okay.  Julie didn't ask for an explanation, nor did she question what was going on. In the moment, she just did everything she could to help him calm down.
She continued on, muttering praise and reassurance until his breathing was more level. "Bad dream, mama! Scary and I wan Luke..." he whined, still sniffling.
"It's okay, baby," Julie opened her arms, letting him hug her. He snuggled into her chest, hugging her tightly. "And I'll see if I can get Luke for you, yeah?"
"Band pwactice?" Reggie pulled away, tilting his head. "Gotta be big."
"No, you don't. You just had some sort of panic attack and that's what this is for, remember? To deal with your mental health and emotions."
Reggie nodded, and Julie continued. "We don't have a gig for a week, we'll come up with another time to practice. And...I'll come up with something to tell Alex. You just play with your stuffie, okay?"
Reggie picked the bear back up from the bed, hugging it and nodding. Julie's breathing exercise and affection helped comfort him a bit, but he still didn't feel well. He wanted Luke.
Luke's comfort seemed so important in the moment due to the contents of his dream. The nightmare made him afraid of losing Luke, and he needed to know that he wouldn't.
Julie leaned forward and kissed his forehead. Reggie hugged the stuffed animal, trying to focus on keeping his breathing level for the time being, watching his Mama leave the room.
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"Julie!" Luke cheered once Julie entered the studio, dropping his smile when he saw how serious she looked. "Where's Reggie?"
"I need to talk to you," Julie said, in a serious tone that scared him a bit. . Luke lifted his guitar over his head, going over and setting it on his stand.
"I'll be back." He told Alex, following Julie out of the studio and leaving the blonde very confused. Once they were outside, and the garage doors were shut behind him, he spoke aloud, questioning what was going on.
"What's up, Jules?"
"Reggie had a panic attack," Julie sighed, seemingly worried. "He said something about a bad dream and he's very little and he's asking for you. Can we cancel band practice? Can you please go spend some time with him?" Julie pleaded. She was really worried.
"Of course...I'll tell Alex that Reggie had a nightmare but leave out the details. He used to get them pretty bad, about his parents and stuff, and he'd be sensitive after. I'm sure he won't think anything of it," Luke decided, nodding. "I'll talk to Reggie, and then we can all do something as a distraction for him, okay?"
"Sounds like a plan." Julie confirmed, still on-edge.
"Hey," Luke spoke softly to her, picking up on her stress. "He's gonna be okay. We'll figure this out."
Julie hummed, nodding. "Yeah...thanks for that." She thanked him for the comfort, and Luke smiled.
"Of course."
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"Nightmares? I feel so bad...I thought those went away," Alex frowned, worried for his friend. "Can I see him? I used to help him when he had them when we were alive."
"No!" Julie said, immediately. She awkwardly chuckled, "We got this. You go hang out with Willie or something, and we can all hang out later tonight." she compromised. Julie understood that Alex was worried and tried to come up with a solution that would allow him to see Reggie, without exposing him for being an age regressor.
"O-okay, yeah. You sure you got this?" Alex looked to Luke, who nodded. "When I come back, can we talk all about something?" Alex asked.
"Uh, yeah. Whatever you want, just not right now." Luke wasn't really worried about whatever he was planning to bring up, just trying to get him out so that he could go help his baby.
Alex nodded, setting his drumsticks down and stepping away from the drum set. Luke gave him a soft smile, before poofing out as Julie exited through the door. Alex didn't know what was up, but he was worried.
It seemed like Luke was always trying to keep him out of the house, and while he loved spending time with his boyfriend, he was missing his friends too. But he was kinda thankful about it, because they never questioned why he was gone all the time, they just seemed to be glad that he wasn't in the house to discover whatever they were keeping from him.
They were hiding something from him, but he was hiding something too. It wasn't his secret to tell anyways. It was Willie's.
He figured that he should go check on the boy in question anyways. With everything going on, Willie was always pretty stressed. Hiding a relationship from the person who owns your soul will do that to you. He poofed out, appearing on a bench at a empty skate park.
How long would it be before it hit them that their secrets were exactly the same? At least, Willie and Reggie's were.
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"Luke!" Reggie made grabby hands towards his friend the moment he appeared in the room. Luke came forward, leaning down to hug him without making him get up from the bed. Reggie cuddled into his chest. "Scary dream, Luke! You didn't wanna be friends anymore- and Julie left too. And Alex-" he started rambling, working himself back to tears again.
"Baby, none of us would ever leave you, okay? I know nightmares can be scary but they're not real. "  Luke assured, kissing the top of Reggie's head softly. "None of us are going anywhere, I promise you."
He let go of Reggie, letting him settle back into the bed. "I heard you kinda panicked. Are you feeling okay?" Luke sat on the bed next to him, hearing the door open as Julie entered. She didn't interrupt, closing the door behind her and taking her spot on the other side of Reggie as he replied.
"Still sad." he mumbled, shaking his head. "Don't wanna lose you," he said.
"I know, baby. You won't," Luke repeated. Julie seemed concerned. "Do you wanna tell Mama what the dream was about?"
Reggie turned to Julie, bringing his thumb to his lip. "Lost Luke, and yous, and Alex. Didn't wanna be friends anymore," he pouted.
"Poor baby," Julie opened his arms, letting him hug her. "Luke's right, we're not going anywhere. I can promise you that, Little Prince."
Reggie hummed, cuddling into her too. "Hey, Rockstar?" Luke asked after a minute of just them hugging. Reggie pulled away from Julie, tilting his head as he looked over at him. "Will a movie make you feel a bit better?" Luke asked.
Reggie shrugged. "We could watch Winnie the Pooh!" Julie suggested, in a excited tone that made Reggie really wanna watch it. He pouted though, shaking his head. "Why not, Flower?"
"Makes me littler," he mumbled shyly, his face a little pink.
Luke gave an amused smile. "And exactly how big are you right now?" he questioned in a teasing tone.
"Dunno," Reggie pouted. "Not a baby," he decided.
"Hmm, well...does Winnie the Pooh make you happy?" Julie interrupted, joining back in on the conversation. Reggie nodded slowly. "Then what does it matter if it triggers a younger headspace? You're allowed to be little, even if 'little' is very young."
Reggie seemed hesitant to agree, but Julie leaned forward and kissed him on the forehead, distracting him from whatever he was going to say. "I'll set up the show. Julie, is there any way to get more blankets so that the baby is more comfy? We can build a little pillow fort!"
Reggie bounced it place. "Yeah, Mama, can we?"
Julie rolled her eyes, playfully glaring at Luke, chuckling a bit. "Yeah, I'll see what I can do. Reggie, you can be my little helper!"
"That's a very important job, mister." Luke said playfully. Reggie nodded, seeming determined to help Julie with whatever she needed. Julie stood up, reaching out her hand for Reggie to take.
What Reggie needed right now was a distraction. And Julie and Luke were providing just that. They always seemed to know what he needed and how to help him.
And Reggie would always be thankful for that.
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Alex poofed onto a bench in an empty skate park, looking around for Willie.
"Alex!" Willie cheered, stopping his skateboard in front of the bench. He sat down next to him. Alex still had no idea how they were always able to correctly guess where the other was most of the time. It was weird.
"Hey, Willie," Alex chuckled at his excitement. "How are you?"
"Not little, if that's what you're getting at," Willie told him. "Actually though, I'm pretty okay at the moment! I've been skating and just hanging out. You?"
"Well, I was supposed to practice with the band today but then they cancelled it because of Reggie. He was pretty shaken up after a nightmare, they wouldn't let me see him for some reason." Alex explained.
"It sounds like they're hiding something related to Reggie from you. Do you have any ideas on what it could be?" Willie frowned, sitting back in the bench and getting settled.
"Actually, I think I might."
"Go on," Willie seemed interested.
"At first I thought it was just a weird Reggie thing- but on Halloween night, I caught Reggie sleeping and sucking his thumb. I-i think he might be like you," Alex seemed hesitant, like he wasn't completely sure.
"I mean, I think that's possible. You said that he deals with anxiety too, right? And that he didn't have the best childhood?"
Alex nodded in affirmation. "Those are both two things people can use age regression to deal with."
Alex nodded again, "There's so many other things too. I was thinking it in the back of my mind since you told me about you a month ago, but I didn't know for sure. He will disappear with either Julie or Luke, or both, for extended periods of time. Whenever I come home, one of them will distract me until the other two come back, and Reggie always is kinda shy."
"Like I am when I come out of littlespace," Willie connected.
"Yeah, I don't know, but I do think it's possible. Either way, I'm gonna ask them about it tonight, see if I can figure out what they're keeping from me." Alex ran his fingers through his hair. "But while I'm here, do you wanna do something?"
"I-i know I said I wasn't little-"
"You can be if you want." Alex cut him off, smiling at him. Willie smiled back, nodding.
"Okay. Cool. Can we go to the park?" Willie was thankful. He could only ever feel comfortable being little away from the club, and it was much easier to be a kid when you had someone to play with.
"Of course."
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"Luke! Look at all the blankies we got!" Reggie giggled, coming over to Julie's bed and dumping a pile of soft blankets on the bed. He looked so proud of himself for helping, even though it was obvious that Julie carried more and did all the work.
"Whoa! Those are a lot! You must be so strong, baby."
Reggie blushed a little bit. He was still getting used to the praise thing. Instead of pointing out things he did wrong, or getting mad at him, they made a point to tell him what he did well. While softly correcting and helping him improve in spots he could do better. Instead of 'You're not good enough', it was 'You're amazing, and we're gonna help you be even better'.
"Now you get to help me set this up! I don't know how we're gonna do a fort though..." she trailed off, looking around her room. "We could pull the chair over here, and use the stool to create a roof? Just drape the blanket across it and set up on the floor?"
They eventually figured out the blanket fort thing, setting it up on the ground. They all cuddled up inside of it, Reggie sitting between his friends with the computer on his lap. Reggie was definitely right about the show making him littler.
He was sucking on his thumb and cuddling both his bear and Luke. Julie had been the one mainly taking care of Reggie the past few times he regressed, and he seemed to want Luke now. That dream spooked him, and out of the two people he trusted, he wanted the one he knew longer. Julie didn't take offence to that, just glad that he was feeling better.
Reggie kept giggling at the movie, but he eventually fell back asleep against Luke. Luke reached forward,pressing the spacebar on the laptop to pause the show once he was sure the baby was sleeping. "We should let him get some more sleep. He can stay in the pillow fort, though." Luke suggested.
Julie nodded, "The crying probably tired him back out. We can let him sleep for a while and hopefully he'll be big when he wakes up."
Luke nodded a bit in response, closing the laptop and setting it aside, working to carefully lay Reggie down without waking him up. He stirred a bit at the last minute, whining. "No go.." Reggie mumbled sleepily. He fell back asleep basically immediately, but Luke's heart melted.
"Julie, he's so adorable-"
"I know, but if you spend a million years cooing over him, we're never gonna come up with something to tell Alex."
Luke rolled his eyes, proceeding to climb out of their little fort, followed by Julie.
Little did they know, there was no need to lie to Alex. They'll figure it out eventually.
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"I have to go home, kiddo. I'm sorry," Alex looked at the pouty kid in front of him, frowning a bit.
"But Awex!" Willie whined. "Wanna keep playin'."
Alex smiled a bit at his mispronunciation of his name, "I know, Little One. But we can always play later, right?"
Willie nodded, casting his eyes down. "Mkay. I miss you."
"I'll miss you too, Willie." Alex opened his arms, letting the little hug him. Little Willie had an older headspace age then Little Reggie, for sure, but they were alike in many ways. When they eventually met, and interacted in littlespace, it was undoubtedly going to be an absolutely adorable sight to see.
But of course, there were many things that needed to happen before they got there. Many secrets to be told. Many conversations to be had.
"Can you be a big kid for me, buddy? I know big Willie can take care of himself, I don't know about you, though."
Willie pouted, but he nodded nonetheless. "Be big after you leave, pwomise." he held out his pinky childishly.
Alex gave an amused smile, wrapping his pinky around his. "I know it's hard to pull yourself out of headspace. It's okay."
After a moment of silence, Alex leaned forward, kissing Willie's forehead before smiling at him. "I'll see you later."
Willie hummed, stepping back as he poofed out. Willie frowned, sad that he was gone. He stepped back onto the playground, going over to the swings and taking a seat.
He had to be big before heading back to the club. Sometimes, Caleb wasn't the nicest person about the more childish part of him. Only sometimes, when things at the club weren't doing well and there was a lot going on. And Willie knew he had been pretty stressed after failing to possess a teenage boy for more then a few day. And getting yelled at for not being able to understand orders wasn't something on his 'to-do' list for today.
He was glad he got to spend some time with Alex, though.
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"There, all the pillow fort stuff is put away. I think Alex will be heading back soon, though." Luke said, looking over to a nervous Reggie as he set one of Julie's pillows back in place on her bed.
"Are you sure you wanna tell him? We can come up with a lie." Julie offered, coming to sit next to him. Reggie shook his head a bit.
"I'm okay. I-i'm sure about this. Nervous out of my mind, but sure."
"Okay, Reg. Just let us know if you change your mind." Luke told him, sitting down as well.
"I will." Reggie assured, biting on his lip and bouncing his knee. He was very nervous. This was the first time he'd be willingly telling someone, and it was terrifying. He could still back out, but he didn't think he wanted to. He trusted Alex, and he knew somewhere, deep down, that he'd probably be okay with it.
The most he'd do is tease him playfully like Luke did. But it was still scary.
Alex walked through the door, talking about how he had gone to the studio to find them first. Reggie waited until he was done with his rambling, speaking up nervously.
"Alex, I have something to tell you..."
Was he really doing this?
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A/N: Reblogs and asks with your thoughts/reactions to this chapter are very much appreciated! Thank you for reading!
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hannyablair · 3 years
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Just because I rock that burnout rockstar aesthetic does not mean I don't love me some soft beautiful feminine looking pastel colours. Gimme More of that. I love how pretty it is damn it. I also really love the colour pink. All shades of pink make me happy. But soft colours on decor or art or whatever hit me in my big soft kokoro.
But I look terrible in frilly dresses.. 😅 so I always admire the beautiful people who can pull it off! I love wearing the colour black and wearing tacky animal prints to much.
But my god are pastels adorable. At this point I should date a lolita 😂 god we would contrast so much. But I'd make a great prince. ☺️
Ooh I gotta look into more of the prince aesthetic that would be awesome. 🤔😗
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musicfeedsmysoul12 · 5 years
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The Other Diplomat Kid
Summary: Sam Williams goes to Paris when their dad temporarily takes over the title of diplomat to get away from their grandfather. They end up meeting a girl everyone in the diplomat circle knows is a liar.
Notes: Sam Williams is from a book I am writing where Sam discovers their identity and ends up rebelling against their grandfather. Their dad ISN’T a diplomat but like given this idea bit me... here.
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 Sam Williams walked into the school carrying their camera and bag, feeling nervous. Getting out of Canada and away from their grandfather was great. Even if it was just for a few months. But France was… different. Didn’t help they spoke Quebec French rather than French-French.
 “Oh, hello.” A pretty girl with dark hair in pigtails smiled at her. “Are you new?”
 “Uh yeah. I’m Sam? I’m just here for a few months… I’m in… Mlle. Bustier’s class?” Sam said.
 “Oh! I’m in her class to. C’mon I’ll show you the way.” Sam grinned. That was good. They followed the girl to the classroom, feeling relieved they had found someone who was in their class. “I’m Marinette.” 
 “Nice to meet you. Oh umm… I use they/them so you know.” Sam said awkwardly. Marinette nodded her understanding and Sam felt relief as Marinette directed them to the class. Once there the teacher smiled.
 “Oh, you must be… Samantha?”
 “Sam.” Sam corrected. The teacher nodded as she thanked Marinette as Sam turned to face the class only to frown. “Liar Rossi?” 
 “Sam!” The teacher said in shock while everyone gasped.
 “Did Marinette tell you that?” Demanded Lila Rossi. Sam stared for a long moment.
 “... you really don’t recognize me? My dad used to be the diplomat from Canada? You are literally called Liar Rossi by every single child in the diplomatic circle? Cause you are one?” 
 “... Samantha Williams?” Lila gasped.
 “It’s Sam. And yeah- if she’s been saying anything there’s like a ninety percent chance it’s a lie. She’s well known for it. Her mom doesn’t believe it but I think her dad does. Isn’t he in like the USA now? I thought he yanked you out of public school after you bullied that girl and was caught on tape pushing her down the stairs.” Sam took out their phone and waved it. “One Google search and we can find it.”
 “That was another diplomats daughter! I was framed!” Lila sobbed.
 “Yeah well, I don’t believe you.” Sam snorted and shook their head. “I’m Sam by the way. I’m nonbinary, I like photography and I refuse to sit next to Liar Rossi.” 
 “Sam please-“ the teacher began but Sam refused to sit near the girl. Marinette looked secretly pleased which made Sam like her. She seemed to have a good head on her shoulders.
 At lunch, a girl with ombré hair confronted her with some of the class.
 “Lila said you were the one to-“
 “Frame her? Yeah. Okay- it was in England when I was still in Canada but sure I did it.” Sam said sarcastically. “Did you look it up at all?” 
 “I did and-“
 “It wasn’t Sam.” A voice said. A black kid with glasses had spoken. “I double-checked. Paul Williams was not in England at the time. He wasn’t even a diplomat then. He had… sort of retired from my understanding?”
 “My grandfather had a heart attack and dad had to come home,” Sam replied. “I’m here with my dad cause he’s filling in while John- the other diplomat- is back in Canada while his father is dying of cancer. Mostly to get away from my homophobic grandfather so yeah.” Sam shrugged. The girl in front of them looked uncomfortable.
 “Well, what’s your proof she’s lying?”
 “Other than experience? What is she claiming?”
 “She knows Prince Ali.” The girl replied. “She helped him with his pollution charity and stayed st his palace a month or so back with him. She also said she met him at a ball.”
 “Lie. Prince Ali is focusing on orphans and children homes right now. Also, he hasn’t been in his home country in a year. Plus we don’t do balls. We do stupid dinners. I went to one where Prince Ali was at but I didn’t get within fifteen feet of him.” Sam shook their head. “Look it up. I’ll wait.” A small blonde girl did along with a goth girl. She gasped.
 “She’s right.” The blonde choked. 
 “Next lie… whoever you are. None of you gave me your names.”
 “Alya.” The ombré girl said. “She knows Jagged Stone! She got tinnitus from saving his cat from a runway!”
 “... I’ll admit I’m not that into celebrity gossip… but…” Sam pulled out their phone. They typed it in and then pulled up an article. “Hmm… ah. Jagged Stone has gone on record saying he hates cats ever since he was six and his grandmother's cat scratched his wrist and nearly killed him… wait…” Sam clicked another article then blinked. Alya looked eager but Sam gave her a look. “That Marinette girl made his glasses and CD case and was on a TV show with him? This legit says he thinks of her as a niece? I assume form a comment earlier she’s said Liar Rossi is a liar? And you believed Rossi? What kind of friends are you?” Alya went pink while others slowly took out their phones.
 “She knows producers and rockstars?”
 “Bullshit. How? As the kid of a diplomat the chances of her running into them are better than most yes but who exactly does she claim to know?” Listening to the list Sam shook their head. “None of them are politically active or have been to any diplomatic dinners or meetings. Look it up.” 
 They did. All except Alya. The little blonde was looking so upset while the goth looked somewhat murderous. The black boy looked upset and a little shocked, while a tall Asian kid looked mad. A short girl looked even madder while a big guy with a skull on his shirt, a small girl with a bandana and a redhead all looked exhausted and sad. The boy next to Alya, one with a cap, looked nervous.
 “She knows Ladybug.” Alya hissed.
 “... who?” Sam asked, confused. Alya stared. “What? Some local celebrity? I’m from Canada.”
 “No!!! She’s a superhero!” Alya said. Sam stared. Then pulled out their phone, only to find a text from their dad. Apparently, superheroes were real, Akumas targeted negative emotions oh and the mayor was bribing people.
 “Ah. Apparently, the mayor was squashing that.” Sam said. Then they turned to the class.“Question- when did Ladybug first appear or where anyway?”
 “Here in Paris- about a year or so ago.” Answered the small blonde. “I’m Rose by the way.”
 “Thank you Rose. Nice to meet you. Now… when did Lila show up?”
 “Four months ago?” Sam nodded slowly at that answer.
 “So… how the hell could she know her if she was in Italy before that?” That froze Alya.
 “... she uhh…”
 “You don’t have an answer,” Sam replies, looking up Ladybug and… oh. “Wow. You posted it to your blog without even thinking about that? Nice tabloid reporting there Lois Lane.”
“Hey!” The cap boy said. “Not cool!”
 “What? I’m calling her out? Look better it’s me than an actual like boss or someone suing her cause she doesn’t fact check. None of you do. Now if you excuse me. I’m going to go and take photos. I told my friends I would.” Sam left the class, the Alya girl clinging to her beliefs.
 They’d always secretly believed in magic thanks to Rossi. After all- the bullshit she said that made people believe her had to be magical. 
 “Williams.” Sneered a voice. Same sighed as they took out their camera.
 “Liar.” They said calmly as they snapped some photos of the courtyard. 
 “Stop calling me that.”
 “Stop lying. I already told the class to look things up. Good luck convincing them now.” Rossi scowled darkly then smirked. Sam ignored her, pulling out their phone to pretend to text but really putting on their recording app.
 “You think you’re so clever Samantha.” Rossi sneered. “You flounce in here, pretending to be this nonbinary and-“
 “Okay whoa no. Fuck you very much.” Sam said. “I am nonbinary.” Rossi scoffed.
 “Sure.” She sneered. “You come in here and think you can get my little pack of fools to believe you? Please. I just tell them what they want to hear and they listen. Won’t take long to say you’re the liar who hacked the websites.”
 “Mhmm. And Marinette? Who knows Jagged Stone? I mean I had to remind them but there are pictures of her with him and Adrien.” Rossi flushed, eyes widening. “Wow, you didn’t know?”
 “Shut up Williams. Most people would brag. One messed up lie won’t hurt.” Snapped Rossi.
 “Admitting you’re a liar, Liar Rossi?”
 “It’s LILA Rossi.” Snarled the girl. “And I don’t see anything wrong with a few stories. These idiots will believe anything.”
 “I could see that. All of your stories are so stupid I just wanted to sigh. I mean- That Marinette girl actually knows Jagged Stone. How the hell did they not think to ask her?”
 “She’s ridiculous. Pretending to be so humble and shy and oh she couldn’t brag about it.” Lila sneered. Sam hummed, taking more photos. “Pay attention to me!”
 “Why? Are you going to threaten me? How will you? With my reputation? I’m only here for a few months. Something outside of school? I have email trails, multiple character witnesses of your bullshit, and my dad to back me up. With school itself? Try to get me expelled and my dad comes in again and the same thing happens all over again. You have no power over me. You’re just a pathetic child who gets joy out of bullying and manipulating others.” Sam told Lila. An ugly look crossed her face.
 “I have connections now. Like a certain… villain.” Sam deadpanned.
 “Are you legit telling me you’re working with Hawkmoth? That’s like the worst lie in the world.” Lila scowled.
 “It’s not a lie. I have connections to him. He’s asked for my help a few times and I’m sure he’d love to help mess with your life.” Lila sneered. “My mother also has connections to the mayor.”
 “Oh, she’s accepting the bribes?” Sam asked. Lila blinked.
 “How did you know about that…”
 “Well, mostly it’s cause my dad was also bribed? Or the guy tried. I’m fairly certain my dad is going to… Interpol? Or whatever it is in France. Higher than the police force cause who knows who is in his pocket.” Sam grinned at Lila. “Guess your mom will be answering for that! And your lies crashing down! Enjoy your last few weeks here!” Sam left as Lila stared, open mouth after them. They headed to the cafeteria to grab a cheese bun, noticing a blonde kid they thought…
 “Huh.” Sam blinked, kind of recognizing him. “Cool.” 
 “... you don’t know me?”
 “I know you’re a model but like I don’t know your name and I don’t care,” Sam said. “... are you going to confront me about Liar to?”
 “I’m Adrien and… well, it’s not going to make her a better person if you do it.” He pointed out.
 “You’re assuming she wants to be,” Sam told him. He looked confused. “Look- Adrien- there’s a difference between someone not knowing better and someone who does but does it anyway. Lila knows better. She knows what she’s doing. She knows exactly what she’s doing and she doesn’t care about the harm she causes.”
 “What harm?” Adrien asked in confusion. Sam raised an eyebrow.
 “What harm? You’re not that dumb, are you? Lila lying to people hurts them because either a- She promises things she can’t do which could hurt their chances. Like… I heard about this from the son of the Greek diplomat but like she told this girl she could get her an in with a music producer. This girl kept passing up opportunities for her cause she trusted Lila. When it all came out the girl was so hurt… that’s harm.” Sam told him. “Also- She bullies people who don’t believe her lies and tries to call them out. There’s been so much evidence that bullying leaves mental scarring and it’s not just something you can brush under the rug. It can cause long term effects. Lila isn’t a good person. And she either never will or she needs to be punished to change. People don’t change just because someone was nice- or at least not people like Lila. They change when they are shown their lives will suck so much if they don’t.” 
 “... but that’s not how it happens…” Adrien looked confused and Sam stopped. They were reminded of their friend Marcus’ little sister before the real world got her. She’d been homeschooled by Marcus’ stepmother because Kyoko had wanted her daughter to be bilingual and their hometown didn’t have any place for her to speak solely in Japanese often. She had been very naive…
 “If you’re talking about anime or TV it’s because people have an idealistic view of the world. Or they want to pretend it’s like that. Sure being nice and kind can change people. But the fact is that it’s not a hundred percent likely all the time.” Sam told him. “I know a kid who hated the people who stood by and did nothing when their bullies hurt them more than anything. Because it was them saying I believe you deserve it. I believe them over you. Standing up is the only way to deal with bullies.”
 “... but…” the boy hesitated. “Tabloids…”
 “Ah.” Sam nodded. “That’s different... what’s your last name?” Upon receiving it they pulled up news articles. “Alright, latest lie was that your dad was forcing models to sleep with him.” Adrien choked as Sam flicked through the articles. “Disproven but they did have to launch an investigation into his business due to the allegations.” Adrien blinked, looking shocked. “Oh and one about you sleeping with a girl and getting her pregnant.”
 “WhAt?” Adrien said, his voice cracking in the middle. Sam laughed.
 “Yeah. That one was ignored and when the baby was born your dad went and had a paternity test done. You’re good.” Sam showed him the article and Adrien looked stressed. “Look, I get that you feel like not reacting is best but with people like Lila is it better to step in. She won’t stop. Look at something similar that happened to you with Jagged Stone- I don’t pay attention to gossip and I heard about it. Some fan kept claiming that it was his child she had and she refused to take no and kept lying and lying until she was sued for millions. Some people don’t stop.”
 “...I want to give people second chances.” Adrien said, looking like he was about to put his back up.
 “When did I say you couldn’t? Sure, give them a second chance. But as soon as they ignore it or go back to their normal way of being that chance is done. All it’s doing is being an enabler. Or even a bully yourself if you let a bully get away with things.” Adrien looked pensive at that, and Sam left him to his thoughts to go and photograph more of the school before it was time for class. Lila was glaring at Sam who ignored her as they looked at the photos they had taken. A few of the classmates entered the room with Marinette who looked happy and relaxed. Lila stood up to go to them but they all glared, except Alya who was on her phone. Sam idly pulled out their phone only to snort.
 Oops, they’d continued recording. Turning it off, they typed out a message to their dad before sending it and the recording to him. Sam watched as Lila checked her phone and then began dramatically crying.
 “You and your dad are trying to get my mom in trouble for no reason!” she sobbed, pointing at Sam who snorted as their own message came.
 “Uhuh, sure. By the way thanks to confessing you know your mom takes bribes while I was recording our conversation. My dad says that it’ll be the best thing to give to the investigation.”
 “YOU WERE RECORDING US?!” Lila shouted in horror. Alya, who had been comforting her froze.
 “Yep!” Sam smiled and then went back to fiddling with their phone.
 “YOU BITCH!” Lila screamed, running up to jump at Sam who dove away. “I AM GOING TO RUIN YOU!”
 “You ruined yourself! Thanks for confessing to lying and mentioning you work willingly with a supervillain! Pretty sure that was a lie but thanks! You’re finished!” Sam snapped back, feeling incredibly annoyed. Lila growled in anger and then her gaze snapped to the window where a butterfly was. Sam suddenly knew what this was from their research. They grabbed a ruler from a desk and jumped, glad for their height as they managed to get the butterfly before Lila did. “You don’t get the satisfaction of beating the crap out of me.” snarled Sam.
 Hmm… you managed to fight her off. But… Sam ignored Hawkmoth, reaching deep inside themself to pull on their feelings of anger and exhaustion at being considered a she, at their grandfather for trying to control their life, at people for not understanding… Well then, Milewalk, will you help me?
 “Sure.” Sam grinned. Maybe this would be a little fun.
 And they’d get to smack Lila around so win-win.
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Random thought: Lila’s mom has to know the truth about Ladybug and Chat Noir cause I doubt her coworkers keep their mouths shut. But that’s not the point.
Anyway, so yeah. Sam becomes Milewalk in which they stomp around Paris and have people ‘walk a mile in their shoes’ by making people feel every scrap of fear and hurt or the feeling of being hated for no reason. Basically if you’re an asshole you feel what it would be like to be your victim. If you harass someone you feel like you’re being harassed.
 Milewalk does get Chat Noir and a few others which changes a LOT in this world but like I was: How do you write fights? How do I write Akuma? So here.
 Also the big about bribes is mostly me going: Does the rest of the world no? Why is no one else from outside Paris knowing? So yeah bribery probably. And that’s done. Oops.
Hope you guys enjoyed. If you can please donate to my ko-fi!
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alanna-artroid · 4 years
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Cookies I Have From Cookie Run So Far! (And My Thoughts On Them)
Alright, I’ve gotten pretty far in Cookie Run: Oven Break, and I felt the need to share my thoughts on all the adorable cookies I’ve unlocked so far. So far, I have 50/100, so I’d say I’m making good progress. On to the list!
GingerBrave: The bravest boy. If this was a show, he’d clearly be the main character. I recently got him a little suit, so now he’s a gentleman! 
GingerBright: Sweet little lady. She looks like she’d be nice to get a coffee with or help you with homework. I definitely ship her with Brave, no doubt about it.
Strawberry Cookie: Precious baby! She’s super shy and I am compelled to protect her at all costs. Her pet is also a Tamagotchi, so she must be a gamer! Sweet!
Skater Cookie: HE WAS A SK8TER BOI! SHE SAID SEE YA LATER BOI! 
Zombie Cookie: This is one of the fastest zombies I’ve ever seen. They seem like a nice guy overall though.
Princess Cookie: Heck yes, a mischievous princess! Those are the best! I love her dress and hair bows. I bet she just pretends to get kidnapped for the lols.
Pilot Cookie: Is it just me, or is this little old man smaller than most of the other cookies? Whatever, he’s got a cute mustache and he’s adorable. Go and fly!
Vampire Cookie: As a vampire nerd, I immediately adored this guy. I will gladly give him grape juice and chill with him under the light of the moon. 
Gumball Cookie: Is this was Splatoon is like? This boi has a lot of chaotic energy and I like him.
Pistachio Cookie: I love this warrior woman so dang much. Look at that minty green hair! Her power is also SUPER helpful. She a speedy knight!
Pancake Cookie: HE’S A FLYING SQUIRREL! HE’S TOO CUTE I CAN’T EVEN! LET ME HUG THIS TINY CHILD!!!
Peppermint Cookie: Sweet baby. Good baby. My mom would probably adore this baby. (She loves mint and she’s not even a big sweets person.)
Muscle Cookie: As a lesbian, I’m not into big abs and muscles, but he’d probably be a good gym partner. Don’t mess with him is all I can say.
Cherry Cookie: Little Red Riding Hood got some bombs! I hope she and Gumball can go cause chaos on the weekends.
Hero Cookie: Precious nerdy boi with science! I saw his Island of Memories intro and his bond with Jellyco Cube is just the sweetest thing! Follow your superhero dreams, my baby!
Fairy Cookie: I didn’t know Tinkerbell was in this game! Also, I got her a bee costume and that looks super cute on her. Love her hair bun.
Werewolf Cookie: ULTIMATE FLOOF! Doggo here has a lot of angst and I worry for him. Maybe Vampire Cookie can teach him to chill? That’d be nice.
Rockstar Cookie: Oh, the songs I could sing right here. High tier rocker boy. Loving that flowing white hair. Rock on, buddy!
Soda Cookie: Go-to starter for my Breakout runs. I love him very much, he’s super cute! Let me go to the beach with this righteous dude! 
Dark Enchantress Cookie: Oooooh, she is GORGEOUS!!! I love her design~! I’ll be sure to invite her to any fancy balls I might have, as to avoid any Maleficent scenarios with this savage woman.
Moon Rabbit Cookie: My spirit animal! I love how she constantly munches while she runs. This girl is such a mood for me. Cute little bunny ears~!
Space Doughnut: Awww, look at this alien dork! Their design is very cute, and I love how their expression of >:3.
Macaron Cookie: Such a sweetie pie! Why must they all be so adorable?! She’s a little drummer girl! That is too precious! Look at her dress and hat!!!
Pink Choco Cookie: She reminds me of a show I watched when I was younger. It was about a space girl, does anyone remember it? This girl will save the day, I can tell! 
Avocado Cookie: Strong girl on the loose! My pun-loving friends would adore this cookie. And she’s a blacksmith, which is always cool.
Whipped Cream Cookie: Elegant ballerino!! He’s definitely one of my favorites! Such a beautiful boi~! I love his design so much, and he’s very useful. <3 <3 <3
Blackberry Cookie: Yeeees! Gothic girl for the win! She is SO dang pretty! I am WEAK for gothic lolitas, and she even has ghost buddies! I bet she’ll love spooky games like Luigi’s Mansion and Hollow Knight.
Lemon Cookie: Edgy boi is trying way too hard to be Shadow the Hedgehog. I mean, can you SMILE for once dude? It’ll take me a while to bond with this guy.
Salt Cookie: He strikes me as a wise old man you’d find meditating at the top of a mountain, or in his case on a boat in the ocean. I bet he has lots of knowledge to share.
Squid Ink Cookie: AWWWWW, SWEET BABY SQUID!!! Guys, I think they might be my favorite! They’re so squishy and mighty, and they need all my love and huggles!!! Don’t be sad baby, I’ll be your friend! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
Lime Cookie: Beach girl! She’s like Lemon Cookie, but slightly nicer! I really like her hair and beach ball. Very cool girl.
Ninja Cookie: FINALLY! SOMEONE WITH MORE THAN TWO JUMPS!!! I went kind of crazy with his jumping powers at first. He’s super cool. Not sure why his pet is a ghost though.
Pomegranate Cookie: Oooh, I love Asian fashion~! Look how fancy and elegant she is! Her story concerns me, and I’m worried about her.
Angel Cookie: Good cookie, sweet cookie. Wouldn’t hurt a fly. It looks like they trust the devil boy, which is beyond kind of them. I love it when angels get along with demons. Defy angle roles!!!
Devil Cookie: Speaking of, they’re a cute little bean too! I love the naughty demon trope, and this cutie is so mischievous! Call Angel your “rival” all you want, I’m still shipping you dorks.
Roll Cake Cookie: Imagine, if you will, the world’s biggest game of Whack-A-Mole! With that hammer, this boy would win without question.
Popcorn Cookie: I’d be happy to go with this girl to the movie theater! Also, I love how she had popcorn for hair buns. She seems like she’d be up for a fun time!
Carrot Cookie: Oh my lordy, her ponytails are carrots. The artists for this game are so clever. Strong but tiny farmer, I approve.
Ion Cookie Robot: Yes! A robot! I love robots, and this cookie is no exception! Definitely one of my favorites, up there with Whipped Cream Cookie. They’re super powerful too, and REALLY useful in Breakout and Trophy runs.
Dino-Sour Cookie: Gee Dino-Sour, how come Devsisters let you have two pets? Very cool punk boy. I can see him going to Rockstar Cookie’s concert.
Plum Cookie: Aren’t plums purple though? This boy is one tough cookie! Look at his karate moves! Honestly, I thought he was a girl at first. Why must these boys be so pretty?!
Yogurt Cream Cookie: PRINCE ALI! FABULOUS HE! ALI ABABWUA~!
Alchemist Cookie: Look, it’s Twilight Sparkle! Apparently, Vampire boy is her brother? I really like her hair braids(?), I just wish she’d loosen up a bit. She seems like a nice girl.
Roguefort Cookie: Aaaah yeah, elegant thief! This cookie is the coolest! I love this aesthetic so much~! Blue cheese has never been so fancy. Just look at this charmer, stealing hearts!
Pitaya Dragon Cookie: OOOOOhohoho! THIS is what I’m TALKING about! Look at this beast, they’re GLORIOUS! They’ve probably killed a bunch of people, but They’re crazy powerful and I adore them.
Knight Cookie: This guy is SO much fun to play as! He just won’t stop, he’s too fast!!! I couldn’t stop laughing once I found out just how fast this knight could go! Somehow he controls better than Pistachio? I don’t know, I love him!
Birthday Cake Cookie: TOO PRECIOUS FOR WORDS! SHE’S SO DANG CUTE!!! Also, her “Bonus Time” changes to “Happy B Day” and I... I just can’t! She’s the sweetest thing!!! <3 <3 <3
Cocoa Cookie: Awww, look at this sweet baby! I wanna snuggle her! Her design looks so warm and comfy. I have plenty of hot chocolate to give her. <3
Raspberry Mousse Cookie: Ah yes, the pretty boy that got me into this game in the first place. Along with Squid Ink, he’s probably my favorite. There’s a reason he has the highest affection so far with me. I just adore his design, and he’s very powerful! I will ALWAYS have him ready for Breakout and Trophy Runs. Well worth all the hype. <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
Rose Cookie: Finally, we have this lovely lady. Everyone is shipping her with Raspberry, and rightfully so. She is a high-quality woman that makes gay men straight and straight girls lesbian. Look at that outfit! And those dance moves!
Aaaand that’s everybody for now! I’ll update this once I get more Cookies. So far, I like most of them a lot. Anybody got some favorites they’d like to share? I’m still new to this game, but I’m happy to hear what others have to say!
UPDATE 1: 
I went back and fixed all the gender mistakes I made. (I’m so sorry! D:) Also, I got a few more cookies! So here we go!
Walnut Cookie: Precious detective baby! The newest update is only making her cuter! Probably the shortest of the bunch, and I adore her design~! <3
Cinnamon Cookie: Super useful power so far, and they have a really cool cape! Those cards are very handy! (I promise I’ll pay attention to the genders of these cookies from now on! I don’t want to misgender anyone again!)
Sparkling Cookie: Oooh, a sparkling cider cookie! That’s honestly the only boozy thing I enjoy drinking. He is super classy and seems like the life of the party. He strikes me as a Great Gatsby kind of host.
Moonlight Cookie: OOOOOOOH~! LOOK at this GODDESS! I love the nighttime/dreamy aesthetic. This girl has Luna’s hair and a wizard’s outfit, high tier cookie!
White Choco Cookie: This game sure likes it’s knights, huh? This girl is a fine lady and apparently, she attracts all the lesbians. Can’t say I blame those girls, I do love that hairstyle. 
Spinach Cookie: Aaand the newest cookie to hit the scene, this girl! I have never met someone so dedicated to vegetables, so I have to applaud that. She’s a super sweet girl, and I hope we find who stole her precious vegetables!!!
UPDATE 2:
More Cookies! It’s been a while since I’ve updated this, so I have quite a bit to share. On to the new ones!
Mustard Cookie: Look at this punk girl! Street artist on the loose in the streets! I always admire people and characters in this style, so I’m supporting this rebel all the way!
Herb Cookie: Now THIS guy is everywhere! It seems the fandom really likes him, and I can see why. He seems like a very nice boy, with a sweet plant baby. I like the leaf hair, very cool.
Sea Fairy Cookie: I love how everything on her flows. Her hair, her dress, she’s so beautiful~! I will say though, Legendaries are SO DANG HARD to level up and get affection with! WHY?!
Cream Puff Cookie: Awwww, look at this precious baby girl~! Look at her soft hair and little dress! I almost feel bad running with the super cute ones, I don’t want them to get hurt! 
Matcha Cookie: Oooooh, all these ancient-looking cookies have the coolest designs! She’s probably insane, darkness will do that to ya, but she seems harmless so I like her!
Ice Candy Cookie: This chick could crush me like a grape and I don’t know how to feel about that. Hopefully, she’s only savage on the ice rink. I do NOT want to mess with this girl.
Cherry Blossom Cookie: Awww, look how pretty she is~! Cherry blossoms are always so lovely, and this girl embodies that. She has a PARASOL for crying out loud, I CAN’T EVEN!!
Grapefruit Cookie: This game sure likes sports, huh? She seems really cool, I love her colors! Do you think she’d play Skate 3? Hopefully, she’d get a laugh out of that game.
Pirate Cookie: This guy has been a long time coming. I’ve been curious about him since the Breakout episode. He’s pretty neat, I appreciate how he naturally comes with an extra revive.
Kumiho Cookie: Cool! A Kitsune! I love the spin on the concept of cookies. Let this marshmallow fox live out her reverse-furry dream! I’m loving her design too, look at that hair! 
Marshmallow Cookie: Oh cute! Another marching band cookie! According to her story, she and Macaron had a falling out. I hope they can reconcile and be friends again. :(
Dark Choco Cookie: WE’VE REACHED MAXIMUM EDGE! WITH OREO SHOULDER PADS!!! Interesting how he’s still trying to be a hero, which is a nice spin on the “I have evil powers so now I’m evil” trope. Here’s hoping he stays strong.
Fire Spirit Cookie: Ah yes, the classic lord of fire. A staple for any fantasy story that includes the elements. Again, it’s impossible to get the affection for these guys.
Mala Sauce Cookie: Yay! I got Pitaya’s girlfriend! I always love it when there’s a tribe/society of warriors and the WOMAN is the strongest one there. Heck yes! This warrior lady is a badass!
Firecracker Cookie: I didn’t know I was invited to a rave party! Love the neon colors on this cookie, that’s something this game really excels at.
UPDATE 3:
I’ve reached 90 cookies! I’m on the homestretch!!!
Cheesecake Cookie: OH MY LORDY LOOK HOW FANCY SHE IS! I adore her already! Fancy ladies are the best ladies!
Kiwi Cookie: This game REALLY likes sports. He looks cool, can’t complain.
Yoga Cookie: Awww, a pretzel is trying to be loose! I’ve done yoga a few times, and it is very good for your body. Nice colors, simple design, nice.
Dr. Wasabi Cookie: I’d reference some mad scientist, but I know a lot of them so we’d be here for a while. Her combi generator has been very helpful.
Tiger Lily Cookie: IT’S THE EYE OF THE TIGER IT’S THE THRILL OF THE NIGHT, RISING UP TO THE CHALLENGE OF OUR RIVALS!
Chili Pepper Cookie: Uh oh, this one’s a troublemaker! I really like her hair, it’s very bright. Secure your pockets around this chick, that’s for sure.
Millennial Tree Cookie: These cookies are too pretty, I keep thinking they’re girls! This guy is so beautiful~ truly a being of nature!
DJ Cookie: Ooooh, I love her design~. Rainbow colors will win me over every time. And look! She’s wearing a Bi Pride shirt! This girl is awesome! I like how her special power is basically tiny Guitar Hero.
Snow Sugar Cookie: Soft baby, sweet baby. Looks very cuddly. Their level was very helpful during Sandwich Cookie’s event in getting frozen jellies. Those blue bears aren’t easy to come by!
Fig Cookie: CENTAUR! I wasn’t expecting one of those here! She’s such a sweetie pie~. Since everything and anything is allowed in this game, can we get mermaids or harpies next?
Cotton Candy Cookie: PRECIOUS BABY! She’s so gosh darn cute, I can’t take it! I personally can relate to falling in love with things so easily. And there are official plushies of her now! ONE DAY I WILL BRING HER HOME!
Purple Yam Cookie: Bro needs a chill pill. Not ONCE have I seen this guy smile yet. And I thought Lemon needed to lighten up. Milk seems to care about him though, so I guess he can’t be that bad.
Milk Cookie: The softest of warriors! Look how cute he is~! I adore him! Plus he really shines in the stories. I can only assume Yam is his boyfriend or something. Am I wrong about that?
Cyborg Cookie: Hey! I saw the storybook for this one! I’m surprised I haven’t unlocked this “Aloe Cookie” yet. Are they still in this game? I can’t find them on the chart. Anyway, Cyborg is cool. Very nice design.
Mango Cookie: Newest baby! I love him, and would love to learn all about the islands from him! I’m gonna say it, I already ship him with Ananas Cookie, no questions asked.
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