#rash paris

[antifainternational]

The premier issue of Barricata the fanzine of Red & Anarchist Skinheads Paris (1999) - now available online.

[cinemedios]

Reseña | 'Do Revenge'

¿Podría 'Do Revenge' convertirse en el chick flick definitivo de nuestra generación? Solo el tiempo lo dirá.

Una chica popular destronada en una escuela privada hace un acuerdo secreto con una nueva estudiante para vengarse de los enemigos de ambas. Cada generación tiene uno o varios chick flicks que define el comportamiento de sus adolescentes de la época, lo vimos en los 90’s con Clueless o Heathers, en los 2000’s con Chicas Pesadas, pero entre montañas de contenido intrascendente esta nueva…

[sgiandubh]

Anatomy of a lie: the French connection

With a very short day in sight at the office, I exceptionally go back to the whole Rash sightings colossal bullshit, for the sake of science. By now, we know *urv denied sending the submittal to Deux Moi: something I also expected to happen, in the context of her current feud with Miss Marple (way more reasonable and probably also way better informed).

Going back on memory lane, let's remember how the Rash Innuendo started. With this, conveniently kept under covers and then brought to light when Rash's name was out on the market:

I have one very important thing to comment: no one, no woman in her right mind, no matter if she is an art gallery owner, a lawyer, a teacher, a pop star on drugs or a fashionista wannabe (like Rash) would ever wear a baseball cap inside a French restaurant that is not: a) a trucker's pit stop joint on l'Autoroute du Soleil (the Sun Highway, A6/A7, relays Paris to Marseille) or b) a Burger King franchise in Seine-Saint-Denis (the infamous Neuf-Trois, or 93, after the INSEE's topographical code number for car plates and counties: in short, Paris's metropolitan area Bronx, if you wish, where all the riots start). Especially "a bougie" one: you do not have the slightest clue about real, living and breathing bourgeois French women (madame Mère's friends and also my own uni mates), quite a different species from the Californian one. Rash is anything but bourgeois, Canadian or not (yet a Canadian who lived in Paris and as such must be familiar with that code). I am talking string of pearls and tailleur Chanel/ petite robe noire and Vuitton bag and Louboutins. On a daily basis and even on the subway. Not baseball caps and scattered shopping bags at the Hôtel Costes.

No client of that restaurant (I forgot to mention yesterday) would ever take pictures with their phones. This informed me about the fact (FACT) you have never been to France, let alone ever set foot in a French high-end joint. French people prefer living their social life outside of their homes. When invited at someone's place for dinner, you can be sure you are, by now: a) intimate; b) a very close, trusted and valued friend; c) someone to be absolutely included in their social circle, for various reasons (high level networking dinners in Paris come to mind: something I know very well). So, restaurant it is for everything like: bantering, flirting, getting to know each other, spending quality time with witty and hysterically funny people, looking for a new job, getting a new job, looking for a new investor in your projects, the possibilities are endless. That being said, conversation at that table is sacred: your full attention must be there at all times, repartee and consistency are expected. No one, literally no one will spend their time scanning the room for a B-list actor kissing a blonde trophy woman in public, nonetheless. Read my lips: not a soul - they would be all engrossed in whatever the talk is about at their table.

The game shifted to a superior gear with this French speaking Anon:

Someone saw something louche/amiss in all this and reacted:

The French is NOT 'too good'. That French is semi-vulgar and provincial, as in the crude and pauper ils étaient l'un sur l'autre (I was expecting a je te jure/ I swear to you that never came and it usually does). And what to say about elle semble beaucoup plus réelle que les autres filles? It's Google Translate all the way. A real, walking talking French person would have said something along the lines of: elle semble beaucoup plus crédible/vraisemblable que les autres filles (she looks way more credible than the other girls), simply because réel(le), in spoken and written nowadays French, always applies to concepts, never to people: un réel plaisir (very contrived), for instance. C'est quelqu'un de réel means absolutely nothing and I would laugh like a drain if I heard someone telling me something like this. Last but not least, despite insisting it was a different Anon, they all seem to use the same words: they had lots of fun/ils s'amusaient vraiment. Something you use all the time, too. Of course.

Keep your hands off France, madam. Très facile de s'y prendre les pieds dans le tapis. And for once, I am not going to translate, since you speak it so well and I am sure you got the message.

PS: The closest to a real French bourgeois woman (last pics included) is C. And FYI, that is not my style: I dress like a preppy since I was 15 and I am very happy with it.

[weyounthevorta]

EDIT: Check out the newer version here, which has juicy new spicy content and two new characters (Harriman Gray and the Captain)

I saw something similar posted by @undeadgayboynes and was inspired to create my own. Which Combs character would you date?

Thy’lek Shran (Star Trek Enterprise)

‪Pros: Strong sense of justice, good at what he does, sexy, energetic. He’ll fight for what’s right and he’ll protect you with his life. He has a soft side and he’s not afraid to show it.‬

Cons: Hotheaded, a bit rash.

Anton Mordrid (Doctor Mordrid)

Pros: Fights evil, lives a quiet life. Financially stable. Has a romantic streak. Is an all around sweet guy who will bring you breakfast in bed and read to you. He teaches you wizardry.

Cons: Absolutely tragic sense of style.

Chaz (Dead Man Walking)

Pros: Is objectively very cute. He’d risk his life for yours without question. He works past his fear to achieve his goals. No doubt a snuggler big on showing affection.

Cons: Is a bit whiney, possibly has the plague. Tragic taste in nicknames.

Crawford Tillinghast (From Beyond)

Pros: Brilliant scientist and inventor. Submissive and sweet. Romance with him would be chaste and old fashioned. He’d do his best to keep you safe. Cute little guy in a big sweater.

Cons: Sexually repressed. A bad luck magnet. Despite his best efforts, trouble finds him.

Andrew Paris (Phantom Empire)

Pros: Strong sex appeal. Wears the tightest pants in existence. He wouldn’t object to spontaneous adventures. A relationship with him would be impulsive and quirky.

Cons: Any girl who flirts with him is a legit threat. He’s a slutty, wanton little strumpet.

Bill Knight (Felony)

Pros: Handsome, charismatic crime fighter. Eager to hop in bed with you if you show a smidgeon of kindness toward him. He whimpers very prettily. He’s quick and agile.

Cons: He is a total hazard. You’re in the line of fire if you hang with him. He may break into your house. He’s flown through an absurd number of windows.

D-Day (Fortress)

Pros: Adorable, good with machines. There’s kindness in him. He will risk his life for his friends. A relationship with him would consist of tentative, shy, and guarded advances.

Cons: He is easily led into dangerous situations. He needs a dentist. Hes in jail.

Weyoun (Star Trek Deep Space 9)

Pros: Ethereal. Obscenely sexy. Knows what he wants and how to get it. If he chooses to be devoted to you, he’ll be loyal unto death. Loves to have fun, and loves to tease. Kinky.

Cons: Religious nut. Can’t appreciate art, food, and many simple pleasures. Manipulative.

John Reilly (Castle Freak)

Pros: Handsome DILF. He wants to improve his life. Repentant of his sins, affectionate.

Cons: Touch starved, desperate, directionless, alcoholic, and when he falls off the wagon he falls all the way off. He also comes from a family of lunatics so there’s that.

James Wilkins (Hunter S07E13)

Pros: Sensual as fuck. Life with him would be a roller coaster ride of sex and danger. Tattoos, leather, fast cars, and he can’t keep his hands off you.

Cons: He’s a thief and a murderer. He’s attracted to women more dangerous than he is.

Milton Dammers (The Frighteners)

Pros: Once upon a time he was probably a sweet guy. He wants to rid the world of evil so desperately that he’s sacrificed his own sanity to do it.

Cons: He’s a broken man. He’s completely lost his grip on reality. He’s scarred, scared, troubled, and no you can’t fix him.

Herbert West (Reanimator)

Pros: Definitely handsome. On some level he wants to do something great for humankind. He’s capable of affection in his own bizzare way. Life with him would certainly never be dull. Despite his abrasiveness he’s got an undeniable magnetism.

Cons: Morals? Never heard of ‘em. Healthy boundaries are a non starter. His definition of intimacy likely won’t be aligned with yours. He will latch onto you like the codependent, murderous, evil little gremlin he is until one or both of you is dead or in jail.

[jerriemofos]

Since its the January transfer window, i'll be talking about players that i would love to see at Arsenal!

Obviously, with the registered players being at the max, it's not realistic for new signings to come in this window. So these are players that i think will massively improve our squad in the summer especially if we do want to make it far in the uwcl and win the wsl!

Also, i would like to make another post about players that i will not be opposed to leaving in the summer to get better players in 🤔 but idt yall are ready for that conversation yet

1) Maëlle Lakrar

Amazing young defender, very attacking minded, fits in the playstyle of how jonas wants our defenders to be

Hard worker, loves to get interceptions in, 1v1 duels to win the ball back (i love defenders like this)

Tactically intelligent, able to get into good positions to intercept players and loves to progress the ball forward to quickly transition into attack

At 170cm, she handles aerial duels well and can be used as a threat in set pieces

Quite pacey and can handle speedy forwards when in transition

A lot of big clubs have already started enquiring about her as her contract ends in 2024, would be a shame if Arsenal lose her to a big rival.

2) Sakina Karchaoui

One of the best left-footed fullbacks in the world right now, very attacking minded defender, which again is how jonas loves our defenders to be

Only 160cm but what she lacks in height, she makes up for in work ethic, loves to be higher up the pitch to get involved in attacks but tracks back well to defend when caught in transition

Loves to get interceptions in, 1v1 duels to win the ball back, often both having a high rate of success

Same as Maëlle, her contract ends in 2024 and the opportunity to get a worldclass fullback on a free should not be missed. She will be a massive upgrade on Arsenal's left-back position.

3) Chiamaka Nnadozie

Goalkeepers are a harder one to judge because you cannot rely on stats, so this analysis is based on eye tests

At 23 years old, one of the best young goalkeepers in the world right now

180cm, an excellent height for a gk

Had an amazing WWC23 run as a starter for Nigeria

Currently, also having an amazing uwcl run with Paris FC

Very impressive aerial abilities for a young keeper (imo can be considered worldclass)

Great outside the box, able to play out from the back effectively

Although at times her decision making can be better, but with the right coaching, she's on her way to be a worldclass gk

Amazing gk for both Paric FC and Nigeria at only 23 years old, why not snatch her up? (if you can't beat her, buy her)

4) Angel Mukasa

21 years old, still needs more experience but at her age, shes phenomenal

No data on her height but from eye tests, probably around 170-180cm

Excellent shot-stopping

Great positioning, never caught out of focus

Her distribution is a stand out trait, amazing at her age

Great composure, doesn't make rash decisions in stress

In the uwcl against barca femení, if it weren't for her, FC Rosengård would've conceded more than 7 goals, she was phenomenal in that game

Not my choice for a starting keeper but would be an excellent 2nd keeper until she gains enough experience to be 1st choice

5) Kerolin Nicoli

NWSL MVP 2023, NWSL Best XI First Team 2023, Runner up for NWSL Golden Boot 2023 (what more can i say 🤷🏽‍♀️ she's a baller)

Lethal in the attacking third, loves 1v1 duels, excellent dribbling

Unselfish player, will pass to a teammate if needed but also loves taking shots at goal too

Right-footed player but is excellent at the left

Versatile player, can play on the left and right (as a winger or midfielder), up top but also as a CM

Not much else to say except that she will be lethal in Arsenal's left hand side. Just imagine Karchaoui, McCabe and Kerolin on our left 😮‍💨

Other players that i will love at Arsenal but too unrealistic:

Naomi Girma

Merle Frohms

Misa Rodriguez

Stina Johannes

Antônia Silva

Jule Brand

Morgan Weaver

Ary Borges

Anyways, if you've actually read the whole thing, thanks! I'm quite disappointed with the lack of movements in this window so i've decided to write it here.

Do you agree with this list? Any other players that you will like to see at Arsenal as well? Lemme know i would love to here you thoughts! (pls refrain from hateful words, if you don't like this list at all. criticism is fine but keep it civil)

[p-redux]

I'm finally home from work. Let's dive into ALL the C.M. info I've been holding back on...

As promised, more on C.M. Soooo, Chloé, if you ever find my blog, please know that I'm not the one that posted your name--it was a known Sam Heughan hater blog. But now that SHE posted your full name publicly, I'll just clear up some things for people. I come in peace and fully support Sam Heughan and any woman he dates. As long as he's happy, that's all that matters. For those who have been waiting patiently for the C.M. info and the dots that connected her to Sam, here you go...

So, a few weeks back, I got this Anon below, stating that they had seen Sam and Chloé Montana at a hotel restaurant in Paris. It's a very popular restaurant and people go there to eat, even if they aren't staying at the hotel. Anyway, I wasn't sure the Anon was legit, but I requested to follow Chloé so I could see if anything connected her to Sam. (BTW, her account has always been private).

👇

Then, I got more info, and a different Anon, saying they'd also seen Sam in Paris with an "exotic looking blonde." Chloé definitely qualifies as an exotic looking blonde, in my opinion.👇 These were around the time Sam was filming The Couple Next Door in Belgium, so he definitely could have made a quick trip for a romantic rendezvous in Paris.

This is her on her public IMDB account. 👇 Her full name is Chloé Montana Rash, but she goes by Chloé Montana. She's from Toronto, Canada originally, but has lived in Los Angeles, New York, London, Paris. She travels a lot all over.

This is her Instagram account, which, like I said, has always been private. I wish she would change this pic, she's way prettier than this. She posted it because heavy make up was done on her for a photoshoot, and I guess she thought it was cool. She is actually one of those rare women who look better without any make-up. 👇

This is her public professional Linkedin Account 👇As you can see, not only is she beautiful, but she's also very intelligent. You don't graduate Magna Cum Laude if you're stupid...you just don't. And from what I've seen on her IG posts, she also has a great sense of humor. She's cheeky and irreverent, more like a Brit, dare I say it, a Scot, than the stereotypical polite Canadian. The girl's funny.

Soooo, what links her to Sam besides the Anon pointing her out by name? Well, I kept watching her IG account, especially her stories. She doesn't always post in real time, and she does do regrams and later grams. BUT right when Sam showed up in Miami for his birthday, Chloé also posted from there. Sam was seen out with guy friends in Miami, but he later said in an interview that the guys had surprised him in Miami. So, my thinking is Chloé and Sam met in Miami for his birthday, and his dumbass friends "surprised him" so she called up her female friend, who lives in Miami, and hung out with her while Sam had dinner with his guy friends. Then Sam and Chloé met up later. Obviously this means they're just dating casually, and aren't exclusive.

Right after Miami, Sam was scheduled to go to New York to do promo for Love Again. Guess who also posted she was in New York after being in Miami? Yep, Ms. Chloé Coinky dink, after coinky dink, right? 👇

She ALSO posted these IG stories during the time she was in Miami and New York. Sam's an actor. She's a Virgo and Sam's a Taurus. 👇More things that make you go "hmm."

But so far, there was nothing indicating Sam and Chloé even knew each other, other than the Anon saying she saw them together at a romantic dinner together kissing. They don't mutually follow on social media. But, as we now know, this is the same thing that happened when Sam dated Anna Modler and Monika Clarke. He didn't mutually follow with them either. This seems to be his new dating M.O., so as to not tip off fans that he's dating someone.

Soooo, does anything directly link Sam and Chloé? Yep! Looky, WHO has liked some of Sam's IG pics! Now why would she be liking his IG pics when she's not even following him? She has to purposely go to his account to do so. If they weren't dating and she thought he was hot, she would simply follow him, and like his pics like the thousands of other women, including celebs, who do. But, nope. So, there you have it---she for sure has been liking his pics, but not following him. 👇

I didn't search far back enough maybe, I'm tired, but it seems the FIRST time she liked his pic was was 15 weeks ago. So, she's definitely new in his life. They've both mentioned being on Raya, the exclusive celeb dating app, so my bet is that is where they first connected.

C'est tout, mes chéries. I see people following her already with VERRA obvious Outlander related accounts I'm looking at you, grandma Jojo aka Randi. 😏 Please make your accounts private. But, I guess this is the point where I just give up, and throw in the towel. Que será, será. Let's hope Chloé is made of steel.

As always, and tongue-in-cheek, with nothing but good intentions, what should their celebrity couple name be? Samhloe? ChloSam? Heughtana? Let me know in the comments. 🤗

[emailsfromanactor]

John Gielgud on Romeo and Juliet, from a letter to Richard Sterne dated June 22, 1963, as quoted in Sir John Gielgud: A Life in Letters:

All thanks for your two letters. I am delighted to hear Ashland [Oregon Shakespeare Festival] is so much to your liking, and that you are to try a fall with Romeo. You will find the part a great challenge and often unsatisfactory, for Juliet has all the best positions in the text – the Banishment must not seem an anti-climax after her great cords scene – similarly the Mantua scene is hard to put over after the Potion – and the mourning. You only manage to beat her to it in the Tomb – and you will surely get a crick in the neck, while she queens it up on that damned balcony! Don’t let the director convince you that the love scenes are realistic. The ball scene meeting is a SONNET, the Balcony the epitome of longing and romantic imagination and ‘getting to know you’. The Wedding is the only scene when he really declares his most complete surrender to her (and she to him). The farewell is not a rough and tumble on the bed. It ought to be played on the same balcony as the other one – only they are worn out with the past night and the agony of parting – morning light, bleak despair = EPITHAL[AM]IUM – foreboding on both their parts which they try vainly to hide from each other. The evanescence of youth and passion – the hectic hopelessness of the moment they are both strangely aware of – then in the Mantua scene, he grows up in a single moment ‘Then I defy you, stars!’, he is suddenly a man and not a boy, no longer affected (Rosaline scene), not rash (encounter with Tybalt at the Ball and the Mercutio death). He has no sense of humour – he is a doomed young madman (but must not be too conscious of it himself!). In the tomb he is tired again suddenly – (the effort of control when he heard the news of her death, the long ride from Mantua to Venice, the blind rage as he kills Paris) and, marvellously, he shivers in the cold silence and dimness (just as SHE described it in the Potion scene) and he promises to stay there and look after her in that icy stillness. SIMPLE. (I only found this extraordinary truth in doing the death speech by itself out of context in the Recital.) It is a wonderful part. I know how to play it well now, but I could never convey it on the stage. Olivier was Romeo (though he couldn’t speak it in those days) because he was absolutely the lover of all time in the way he looked at Juliet and leaned against the balcony, and flung himself on Tybalt, but he was VULGAR in the farewell because he insisted on lying on top of Juliet and giving a physical violence in the love scenes which Shakespeare could not have imagined (or risked) with his boy Juliet! The words must do it. But they must give you a beautiful SIMPLE costume, and every help with wig and make-up. The first entrance – from a distance – is very important for the first impression, and grace of manner and deportment must be blended to a feline sensuality and sudden violence at a few important moments. You need to relax with a Latin indolence, but always with an underlying athleticism and a power that is ready to strike – like a flame – in the moments of fury and expressed emotion. So full of feeling at one moment – and an emptiness at others for contrast – the utter spontaneity which Latin people have when they are very attractive – and very young!

You can see why Sterne thought it would be worthwhile to record Hamlet rehearsals. Read all about those with Emails from an Actor!

[allieebobo]

To the person who recommended Cœur de pirate's Place de la République in the poll:

Not an ask but I just wanted to thank you for sharing the song (loved the music video as well) It really reminded me of visiting an ex in Paris for a couple of days while I was doing my master's in the UK.

It was late November and colder than Paris has any right to be and I have this distinct memory of walking down the Seine at night, shivering (as usual) and wondering if maybe letting her go without more of a fight was the worst decision I ever made in my life, and whether it was too late to do something rash (also on-brand).

Spoiler-alert, after those couple of days I went back to the UK feeling like I'd gotten a glimpse of what life would've been like if we'd stayed together, and although it was sweet and tender and everything I'd imagined it to be, it would never be reality. So I went back and finished the 5,000-word essay that I had left to the very last moment, and let the week together fade slowly into memory like a good dream.

So, yup, if your intention was to remind me of those times, you succeeded congrats, you won the game. (Extracted the lyrics that really hit me—Google-translated, I'm so sorry it probably only sounds 20% as good as the original—below the cut.)

P.S. That ex is 50% of Nat in the Merry Crisis universe. Also, probably the reason why there's a French exchange student who leaves MC at the end of the year in CT:OS. Aight, now y'all know more about me than you ever asked to hahaha.

And I don't know if you're worth it anymore It's rather hard to be sure

Et je ne sais plus si tu en vaux la peine C'est plutôt dur d'en être certaine

And as you can see it's the end I must cross the ocean tomorrow morning From your arms I will slide out ever so gently And it's reality that awaits me I know your heart is already inhabited by one or more girls that have marked you

Et comme tu vois c'est bien la fin Je dois traverser l'océan demain matin De tes bras, je m'arracherai tout doucement Et c'est la réalité qui m'attend Je sais ton cœur est habité Par une ou d'autre fille qui t'ont marquées

[girlfromenglishclass]

Favorite moment in book 3 of The Iliad is when Aphrodite goes to Helen to convince her to sleep with Paris, and Helen refuses with the ancient equivalent of ugh, why don't YOU do it then if you like him so much. To which Aphrodite gives the godly equivalent of bitch quit testing me.

“Provoke me not, rash woman, lest I wax wroth and desert thee, and hate thee, even as now I love thee wondrously; and lest I devise grievous hatred between both, Trojans alike and Danaans; then wouldst thou perish of an evil fate.”

But the best part of this is that, in the Homeric tradition, Aphrodite is a daughter of Zeus, meaning her and Helen are sisters. You could read this as divine intervention, or sisterly bickering.

[strezzlecki]

femslash feburary day 6: proposals & weddings / biting & hickies

lesbian prongsfoot • 868 words • part 1 here • @hpsaffics

It’s all sharp perfume and scratchy tulle, being this close to James. It’s the painful twitch of her sinuses with every inhale. It’s the pale red rash slowly forming on her forearms every time she brushes against James’ skirt.

It’s annoying, barely tolerable, something so distracting it’s commanding all her focus. With every move James makes, every brush of her hair, every twitch of her leg, it’s worse than barely tolerable. It’s torture.

Sirius meets James’ eyes in the mirror, clear and determined as they are, and knows something is coming. The same way she knows the sun will rise in the morning, she knows James has a plan.

“Everyone out!” James calls to the room, the crowd of hangers on, the thorns in Sirius’ side. Some of them, at least. The biggest thorn, the stake through her heart, sat in front of her in a wedding gown. “I want to talk to my sister!”

Sirius yanks harder on the corset ties, satisfied when she hears James’ sharp inhale of pain. It’s a taste. It’s enough to wet her tongue, to wake the sleeping beast in her stomach, just a small taste of James’ pain.

“Watch it!” James complains and the beast purrs.

“You know what you did with that bullshit.” It’s Sirius’ only defense, that James always knows what she’s doing. Otherwise where would they be?

“What else was I supposed to say?”

In the empty room, Sirius loosens the corset, and the beast retreats. She shifts James down on the vanity seat, sliding in next to her. This close to her, it’s bittersweet. It’s James’ sweat meeting the cold air. It’s the coconut and vanilla of her shampoo, the same brand she’s used their whole lives.

Sirius can’t meet James’ eyes anymore. “I’m not sure.” Suddenly nervous, she rolls a pair of pearl earrings in her hand, the smooth surface drawing beads of sweat in her palm. She still can’t meet James’ eyes.

But she feels them still, burning a hole in her temple. The triumphant goddess, James has her right where she wants her. “You know-” James is toying with the strap of Sirius’ dress, letting the thin satin slip down over her shoulder. It’s a cold breeze on her exposed collarbone, it’s James’ hot breath on her skin. She still can’t meet her eyes.

“What do I know?” She shoves James’ hand away, sickly satisfied with the hurt she catches flashing briefly across James’ face. The beast purrs. It’s almost enough.

“I’m not married yet.”

Sirius looks over James’ shoulder at the afternoon sun basking the room in orange glow. It paints James’ skin honeycomb, she can see every freckle stretching over her bare shoulders like a map. Each one a memory of a summer spent together. She presses her fingertips to a cluster at the hollow of her throat and it’s the summer after graduation they spent at the beach, avoiding responsibility. She touches the tip of her nose to the constellation behind her ear and it’s the months they spent backpacking in Europe. So much of James’ body that used to be hers as well, and now the sun is setting.

Her fingers twitch on James’ throat and she’s close.

“I’m not married yet.” James repeats, the vibration of her words running up through her fingers and settling deep in her gut. So tempting, and she knows how she can pay James back.

Her teeth rest over where they backpacked in Europe. Without meeting James’ eyes she splits the skin over the bed they shared in Paris. Warm blood rushes to the tip of her tongue like honey and she’s moving to their first kiss in Rome.

And James, so triumphant it’s smug, even at the foot of Sirius’ throne, is baring her neck. Inviting Sirius to leave a string of kisses over her throat.

Sirius kisses over their first summer ever spent together, the first summer she spent at the Potter’s. Underneath the gaping bodice of James’ dress, dotted over her heaving breasts, the bachelorette party they’d spent together by the lake.

It’s thick blood warming her thighs and she paints James’ chest in shades of purple and red. It’s the beast singing as James sucks in a deep, steadying breath. It’s her tongue following the path of her kisses to James’ nipple, dancing around, close but never close enough. She couldn’t give James the satisfaction anymore.

“Not married yet.” Sirius clarifies, murmuring softly into James’ breast, her breath raising goosebumps on her hard nipple. She’s practically begging for it. But Sirius won’t. She can’t. She sits back on the chair, pulling away from James, and finally meets her eyes.

It doesn’t feel as fun anymore to see the conqueror undone and gasping.

But the darkest part of Sirius is celebrating seeing the map of bruises she’d left in her wake, evidence of the bitter seed she’d developed towards James, her sister. But she can’t ignore it, she’s painted her love all over James.

Mixed amongst the brown freckles, their summers, fresh bruises in the shape of Sirius’ lips spell S O B.

“Have a good wedding.” She tells her, leaning forward to brush her lips over James’ one last time.

[starlight-vixen-emiko]

This isn't a dream

ao3 ff.net

Luka was happy about playing the guitar for Marinette's wedding. He wanted nothing more than to make Marinette's special day the best and would play his guitar with pride.

But he didn't expect to become completely breathless when Marinette walked down the aisle in a wedding dress. The sunlight through the trees made her wedding veil sparkle as she headed down the aisle like she was Cinderella. Luka didn't think much as Marinette turned her head and looked at him. He was utterly dumbfounded while holding his guitar. But Luka smiled at her with a soft blush as if he wasn't about to watch her leave.

Luka winked. "Good luck, Marinette," he whispered.

Luka suddenly played more passionately as Marinette reached the altar and accepted Adrien's hand.

Kagami stood in the front row wearing a bright red modest dress. She figured Adrien had cold feet and silently begged him to smile, as a frown didn't suit him. Kagami kept on encouraging him by smiling at him, and he managed to chuckle—good!

Weddings weren't supposed to be depressing.

But when the preacher asked the soon-to-be married couple to make their vows, there was silence.

Then Marinette and Adrien turned around with sorrowful looks, and Marinette grabbed the microphone.

Luka felt his heart drop as he saw Marinette look absolutely dejected.

"Hello, everyone," Marinette started. I'm so sorry for wasting all of your time."

Adrien took the microphone from her and felt equally somber. "We both are."

Everyone in the audience gasped, and Kagami and Luka were left wondering if they were dreaming.

Marinette had tears in her eyes as she continued. "It just took us this long to realize that this wouldn't work out…"

Luka shook his head, and Kagami looked like she was also about to cry.

"...Because it isn't love. It never was," Marinette said before putting the microphone down.

Luka and Kagami couldn't take it anymore as they looked one more time at the newly broken-up engaged couple and walked away from the wedding without saying anything.

It wasn't a dream.

Dreams weren't this heartbreaking.

This would be a dream come true, but Luka and Kagami couldn't disrespectfully run into their beloved's arms after a canceled wedding.

Marinette tried to reach out to Luka with her gloved hand before he left. But as she watched him go, she realized she was too late and ran away crying in the other direction. Wanting to rip the wedding dress off her and burn it to shreds.

When Adrien watched Kagami leave, he fell to the ground. He picked a red rose and tossed it aside before softly crying.

When she finally left the failed wedding, Kagami started tearing up, quietly apologizing to Adrien for being so rash.

When Luka was alone, he tried to strum his fingers through his guitar strings, but all the chords sounded muffled. He questioned why things had to turn out like this, why love stories must be so complicated, and why he had to lose his melody.

"Oh Marinette…"

In a crazier world, Adrien unapologetically called Kagami over, and Kagami would throw herself at him and kiss him hard, her legs kicking in the air, while the wedding guests watched in shock.

Marinette would call Luka's name, and Luka wouldn't care what everyone else thought as Marinette ran into his arms, wearing that beautiful wedding dress. Luka would twirl her in the air multiple times, and they would share the kiss of a lifetime before Luka would take her away, and they would ride off on his motorcycle.

Now, it was Luka's turn to regret as he aimlessly rode the streets of Paris alone on his motorcycle.

~~~~~~

And Kagami walked the quiet streets of Paris in the cold night. She almost wondered if she should drink her sorrows away at the local bar. But then she realized she was just being depressed and resolved to return to her apartment and be miserable in private.

Until she saw a familiar black cat running around the streets of Paris.

"That is…" Kagami couldn't believe it.

Even if Kagami still wore heels, she ran to that black cat as fast as possible. She slid on her heels when the cat stopped to lick its paws, and Kagami stopped to breathe.

"Miyako?"

The black cat turned her head and mewled. When she recognized Kagami, the cat meowed again and bolted, and Kagami knelt down to pick the adorable cat into her arms.

"Oh, I missed you so much, Miyako! You've gotten so big!" Kagami hugged the black feline close to her.

Kagami remembered that beautiful memory of her and Adrien finding an abandoned cat in the rain and taking care of her. Eventually, Kagami decided to name the beautiful feline Miyako, and Adrien thought that name was adorable. She was their baby.

Kagami looked at the cat again, and happy tears formed in her eyes. The cat looked so content, purring and rubbing her head against Kagami. She stroked the cat's head but then wondered.

"Where is Adrien?"

Miyako merely meowed in response. Kagami sighed and held the cat close as she scanned the area to look for Adrien. If Miyako had been here, then Adrien would have been close.

Then again, Kagami couldn't just search all night, but with Miyako alone and her beloved Adrien lost, she felt like she could walk through the dark uncertain night to find him.

The park was not far away, as a beautiful cherry blossom tree bloomed big enough to reach outside the steel fence. The clouds above them pulled apart, revealing the moon, and the cherry blossoms looked amazing against the night sky. Kagami gasped and wondered if she was dreaming again as she saw Adrien sitting on a bench under the cherry blossom tree with too many bottles of whiskey he drank out of. He looked absolutely miserable in this almost idyllic scene.

"Adrien!" Kagami cried. She and Miyako ran to him quickly. Kagami set the feline down and placed her hands on Adrien's face. She got a closer look at his glassy eyes.

Surprisingly, the blonde-haired man smiled at her and dropped the bottle he was holding on the bench with the amber liquid spilling on the grass. He hiccuped and burped before speaking.

"Oh, Kagami!"

Kagami felt relieved that Adrien was still in one piece. Things almost seemed normal, with Miyako rubbing her furry head against Adrien's leg. And then Adrien closed his eyes and fell into Kagami's arms.

"Oh Adrien…"

Kagami would bring Adrien home safely, but first, she felt the need to hold him close and caress his back. He was still wearing his wedding tuxedo, and he was still the most handsome man in the world, even if he passed out drunk, almost like a sleeping angel. Even if this wasn't the most ideal situation, Kagami felt the need to cherish it and hold Adrien through the night as the delicate cherry blossoms fell on both of them.

~~~~~

Luka would've drank his sorrows away at the bar, but cooler heads prevailed. Instead, he decided to play his guitar at this bar where he is a regular customer. His music truly resonated around this small bar with only a few patrons.

He played without introduction or explanation. Luka played because he remembered Marinette being heartbroken in a wedding dress and how he had just walked away from the event. He wished Marinette and him could've gotten married on that day, but life was no fairy tale.

Eventually, Luka couldn't stand the melancholy sounds of his own guitar, so he sighed when the song ended. He placed his guitar back in his case and was ready to roam the streets alone again, but he saw a long white dress in the dim lighting. A familiar woman was wiping her eyes and sitting where the bartenders made drinks.

"Marinette?"

Marinette turned and gasped when she saw him. She covered her face and softly begged Luka not to look at her.

But Luka refused to as he got down on one knee so he was looking her straight in the eye.

"Marinette, I need to get you out of here."

A few bartenders were stunned but seemed to understand that Luka was a trustworthy man who knew this poor woman who ran away from a wedding.

Marinette tried to protest again, but Luka took her hand.

"It's ok," he whispered.

Marinette blushed, and before she knew it, he picked her up bridal style. Marinette couldn't find the strength to struggle but felt the weight of the world was off her with Luka carrying her. At first, she rested her head on his shoulder, and then, as they got out of the bar, she wrapped her arms around his neck. And then she sobbed silently, but Luka stayed strong and carried her into the night as beautiful cherry blossom petals fell around them.

"I'm sorry, Luka…"

Luka shook his head.

"You don't need to apologize, Marinette. You're still the most extraordinary girl in the world. You're still the melody that plays in my head."

Marinette sniffed again as she held him tighter and placed her hand on his heart.

She could only wonder how Luka found the strength to take her back to his apartment while carrying her bridal style.

If only she didn't look like a mess in a wedding dress!

~~~~~

Adrien faded in and out the entire time. But he must've been really drunk if he was dreaming of being held safely in Kagami's arms while cherry blossom petals fell on top of them. Oh, poor Kagami, though. She couldn't bring him back to her apartment alone, so she had to ask the cab driver to help him in the car.

"Please help me get my beloved boyfriend home. He's the most important person to me," she said.

Dreams were great, Adrien thought.

And Kagami's bed was as soft as a cloud, along with what looked like his pet cat Miyako rubbing her head against him without ceasing. Eventually, Adrien felt the need to pick himself up, even if he was still a bit woozy. Kagami showed up in her room with a wet rag and stifled a gasp when she saw Adrien was awake.

Adrien smiled weakly as Kagami ran to his side with the rag.

"Please get back down," Kagami cried.

Adrien grinned. "I can't right now this is a wonderful dream."

Adrien was about to move in for a kiss, and Kagami's face started to glow pink. But then Adrien gulped, and Kagami blinked her eyes as she saw his face get a bit pale. He placed his hand over his mouth, mouthing an apology before running out of the bedroom and into the bathroom in the hallway to let it all out.

Kagami frowned as she was left on the bed alone. Adrien washed his mouth out in the sink, feeling the Universe was punishing him for not being aware of what he really wanted in life. First, this stupid romance with Marinette went absolutely wrong, and somehow, Kagami still loved him through it all. Now, he just made a complete fool out of himself.

He figured they both needed more time before it was clear that they should be together. Kagami deserved better. But after cleaning up his shameful act, he started blushing as he headed back to the bedroom. Kagami was sitting with her head down and twiddling her fingers, and it also looked like she was blushing.

But most importantly, it seemed like the most beautiful dream to see Kagami and Miyako together again. Bringing back beautiful memories of when he and Kagami found an abandoned black kitty and became her parents. It made Adrien regret this situation even more, but…

When Adrien appeared from the door and rested himself against the door frame, giving a goofy grin, Miyako happily ran to Adrien like a speeding bullet. Adrien lifted the slender cat and affectionately pressed his forehead against hers.

"Oh Miyako! Did you bring Kagami to me? You're such a good kitty!"

Kagami was in awe as she smiled at her handsome boyfriend. But even if everything seemed perfect, Adrien remembered he wasn't dreaming and frowned. With a heavy heart, he quietly sat next to Kagami and placed Miyako on the floor.

"I'm so sorry Kagami, I made a mess of everything and made you wait too long. And yet I still dared to humor a relationship with you."

Kagami felt like her heart would break again, but she allowed him to continue.

"You still need time, and I would understand if you didn't love me anymore. I should leave now because this is too much trouble for you."

Kagami grabbed Adrien's wrist to prevent him from getting off the bed, and Adrien felt a rush in his heart when Kagami placed her hand on his face to comfort him like she had all those years ago.

Adrien had trouble breathing. Kagami was more beautiful as an adult than a teenager. She wore a red dress that perfectly complimented her curves, and her shiny almond-brown eyes looked into his.

"Yes, I do need time Adrien. I spent too much time without you…"

Adrien chuckled to himself, wondering if he was drunk again. He pulled away, insistent that he didn't want them to go into any relationship too quickly and then end up hurt.

"You're a strong woman Kagami."

Kagami took Adrien by the shoulders and then placed herself on his lap. Adrien now was in a state of she was not gonna lose him this time, and as inappropriate as it was, it excited the hell out of him.

"You're right, Adrien. We can take this slow, one day at a time," she said in an almost sultry voice.

Kagami giggled at how adorable Adrien's blush was and how much he was enjoying this.

"I'm just so happy you're back, Adrien, and you're still you! It's almost like I am dreaming…"

Adrien chuckled and beamed at her. "This isn't a dream, oh my beautiful dragon princess. You're too good to be a dream."

And with that, Kagami couldn't take it anymore, and she kissed Adrien hard. And Adrien returned that kiss, adoring how much her soft rose petal lips could kiss him hard enough to send lightning bolts through his skin. He could barely keep up with Kagami's energy of kissing him multiple times in rapid succession, but he enjoyed the feeling of rough kissing, causing friction to happen to him in his dress pants. But Kagami didn't feel like Adrien wasn't strong enough for her; if anything, she adored how gentle he was being. His lips were as soft as cherry blossoms she loved, and his hands were all over her back, making her feel as light as a feather.

They almost forgot to take this slow and eventually fell back on the bed together and laughed.

Yes, they'll take it slow. Kagami lovingly laced her hand with Adrien's, and Miyako seemed so happy to have her parents back that she jumped on the bed with them and curled up beside them. Adrien reached for the lamp cord and pulled it, allowing them to rest for the night.

~~~~~

 Marinette thought she was going to wake up at any moment. This all felt too good to be true.

After her canceled wedding, Marinette feared she had lost Luka forever. Then they suddenly found each other at the same bar. Instead of being angry at her, Luka carried her home bridal style while she was still wearing her wedding dress, as if she had married him.

But she remembered this wasn't a dream and felt the need to run away after apologizing because Luka deserved better. However, this was much harder, with Luka still flashing reassuring smiles and making her blush redder than a tomato by placing herself on his bed.

Marinette hugged herself and looked away as Luka smiled and sat on the floor.

It was quiet in the bedroom, only illuminated by the moonlight through the window. Luka smiled as he closed his eyes and rested his face against the mattress. But Marinette couldn't stop all the "what-ifs?" that swirled in her mind, and she placed her face in her hands as she started crying.

Luka opened his eyes and picked himself up. "Marinette…" Before he could comfort her, Marinette picked herself up and looked away from him.

“Luka…I’m sorry…”

Tears continued to fall down her face, and her voice was shaky.

"I can't…Not like this!"

But before Marinette could leave, Luka placed his hands on her shoulders. Even if Marinette tried to gently remove his hands from her, he moved down and safely wrapped his arms around her midsection. Marinette felt unable to resist Luka, who was so strong and gentle at the same time. He moved his lips toward her ear, and her heart beat faster at the sound of his voice.

"It's ok… It's ok, Marinette…" he whispered.

Marinette pulled away from him so she could look him in the eye, even if she didn't want to look so ashamed in front of him.

"How can you say that Luka?" Marinette almost yelled.

"I spent so much time away from you fooling myself, and then I finally decided I can't go through my own wedding…" She breathed.

Marinette clenched her fist. "And I feel so stupid and pathetic because I still love you Luka!"

"I loved you all along Luka!"

Marinette's eyes sparkled with tears as she looked into his aqua-blue eyes. Luka certainly had a stunned look on his face, and Marinette felt like such an idiot. But after everything that happened, he deserved the truth…

"And…" Marinette looked away. "I don't deserve to love you…"

Then Luka wrapped his arms around her, giving her the most passionate bear hug she felt in a long time. She couldn't help but hug him back and press her face against him to rid herself of tears. And Luka smoothly tucked her midnight blue hair behind her hair and whispered.

"I still love you too…I always had Marinette."

Marinette sniffed again, and Luka pulled away to wipe the tears from her face with his thumbs. To his surprise, Marinette smiled up at him and giggled.

"I'm dreaming…This is all just a drunken dream," Marinette cried, but she hoped she wouldn't wake up if that was true.

Luka smiled down at her and placed her hands on his chest.

"You're not dreaming, Marinette; you have my heart."

Marinette felt it, how his heart only beat like this all for her. The heartbeat of someone who loves her unconditionally, now and forever.

"You always had my heart, Marinette."

Yes, this was too good to be a dream. And even if this wasn't a wedding, Marinette vowed at that moment to protect that heart forever.

Luka tenderly stroked her cheek, and Marinette couldn't control her feelings. She got on her toes and kissed him on the lips.

Luka kissed her back passionately and ran his fingers through her hair, realizing that he wasn't dreaming either. Even if not everyone gets a second chance, both of them received one on this eventful night.

They would never be apart again; neither of them could wait to see where their love would take them.

And kissing each other felt better than any previous kiss they had received, and both of them fell on the bed.

But they eventually broke that kiss. Luka looked at Marinette, grinning at him ear to ear. She knew she had found her true love tonight.

Luka couldn't help but notice how beautiful Marinette looked shining in the moonlight. He laced her hand safely in his and kissed her on the cheek.

The two of them adored each other until they eventually fell asleep. At the same time, Adrien and Kagami slept soundly together, holding hands and resting their foreheads together.

This wasn't a dream.

This was better than any dream.

[soulsilvers]

ult kantrio headcanon masterpost

⬇ here i will be compiling as much as possible of my very specific hcs about my favourite play dolls from pokemon that ive rambled about everywhere else, usually at 3 in the morning. and will be updating this post whenever i will. this is still just a small percentage of everything going on in my head lmao. ⬇

does not include futureverse, give it time in the oven.

RED 💖

mute boy born to a family of jolly, talkative and enthusiastic fishers. they make this their entire personality and reds house is very fishing themed. hes... absolutely not as enthusiastic as a kid and sick of the smell of fish, but enjoys it as an adult.

his pikachus a much bigger beast than most pikas in comparison. Supreme Champion.

during G1 he is very polite and well mannered in contrast to green and leaf. his room is tidy and he goes to bed early. though he defends all dumb rowdy shit leaf pulls anyway. this is reflected in his pkmn being more of the gentle giant sort.

he has learned a lot of cooking + baking skills from his mom and the smell of his outdoor cooking can instantly summon leaf and green (reluctantly) to him during G1. he is a huge sweet tooth as well and prefers tea over coffee.

only looks retired as an adult; often sleepy and napping and walking everywhere in crocs. boring as hell but hey its endearing when red does it. but he is very much in peak physical strength and still quickly sweeping other trainers' teams. despite his usual serene demeanor he can still go for the most rash decision and just go apeshit w his pokemon.

TERMINALLY OFFLINE. no way is he going to understand what "ratioing team rocket epic style big W" is going to mean. types bluntly, like your dad. last tweet from him was six years ago, a 240p quality video about encountering an ursaring in a hut in the middle of the woods.

his usual pokeball throw resembles a baseball pitch.

exactly just as geeky as he is athletic. he enjoys the battle tree, but he still wishes for more. his dormant interest in wildlife biology and conservation that he had as a child is soon reignited and hes gonna get that PhD.

enjoys haunted locations too much. even leaf is confused by this! he decides to buy the shittiest abandoned house. which is also haunted. but reds eyes sparkle as always, man is FLEXING and determined to renovate this thing while green is frantically experiencing literally every emotion at once from jumpscares to "huh red knowing how to renovate is kinda ehehehe" then again pacing around sobbing over what were they thinking buying this house.

GREEN 💚

his and daisy's mother was a musician with a similar personality to him. his father, prof. oak's son, was more like daisy and a humble gardener w grass pkmn by his side. neither were too interested in battling or going on adventures.

he is extremely multifaceted when it comes to styles and music tastes, for example. somehow this man can combine prep, jock, geek, stoner and punk rock to his style all at once. his music taste is ALL.

nowadays his eevee is sporting the same hairstyle as him.

millennial still trying to make his podcast a big thing. his poke-twitter is fairly professional. relatively offline, not hip enough for zoomer trainers.

a francoboo. had his boy crazy era in kalos and thus more experienced than red when it comes to relationships. some of his french ex bfs still chase after him but shit bricks every time red answers the door instead.

at least he got them to take good fancy pictures of him in kalos. and he cooks kalosian recipes quite well, spoiling red with those nicely decorated crepes. but likely he experienced some paris syndome too. when you realize lumiose city kinda often smells like piss...

not very artistic. he draws like a 5 year old.

bad at figuring out what lesbians like. he buys leaf ellen degeneres merchandise :(

hes just kind of. eternally stuck in 90s slang and still having his default insults be so hilariously lame they wouldnt sting anyone. like buttcheek.

this is a more recent thing about my design for him but his left eyelid is perpetually droopier than the other.

LEAF 💙

showed up inexplicably in pallet town one day and simply asserted herself. no further elaboration. her origins remain a mystery. she biked all the way inside oak's lab and kept biking.

diversity win! in this universe leaf is closer to being an "ash counterpart" than red is.

since shes always seeking new thrills, she lives in a van as an adult. it looks pretty amazing and cozy from the inside and plenty of room to cook! on the outside theres like. airbrushed venusaurs and wizards and venusaur wizards of all sort.

a big ball of positive meatheadness to the point where shell def blow up a lot of things thinking everythings gonna be just fine. some people want her dead for this.

absolutely will put anything in her mouth and sometimes this is terrifying. tries to always make her cooking look like something "fun" and colorful that kids would enjoy but usually fucks up the look.

on-off relationships with women, she makes a new rival with lgbt undertones every two months. popular gal like that. dont ask her for relationship advice.

quite online and very charming. types like cher on social media. still, she remains popular and loved amongst the youth.

had a geocities in 2004 where she documented her adventures (bc i want G1 to be as 2004 as possible like that). it was an eyesore to look at.

often forms a trio with may and kris and they go on roadtrips eeeeverywhere. they either love her one day or think of her as a dumpster fire personified the next day.

[standreamy]

Miraculous “Fertile Ashes” Au

Since the material for this Au will get more and more, I decided to make a main blog with a list of the post related to my Au Fertile Ashes, including basic info.

They will be put into chronological order, at least most of them (since some contains sketches set during different timeslots. 

Au Summary:  After the events of Weredad, Marinette and Chat Noir started seeing each other to nurture their friendship. Two years go by and many things change, for the better and for the worse; their relationship with each other as hero partners or classmates, their place in the world and their goals for the future.  As the cat hero and the pig-tailed civilian start a relationship, Shadow Moth becomes more ruthless and mad, causing devastation through Paris, which not even Ladybug’s magical cure can solve. Chaos expand, one mistake leads to another and in the attempt to relieve part of the anguish that haunts their hearts due to a traumatic accident, Marinette and Chat will find themselves in the role of way-too-soon-to-be parents. Certainly a mess, with a baby along the way at a too early age, while superheroing, trying to keep their partnership alive and saving the city from a raging conflict... and without knowing each other’ identities.   But sometimes, with the ashes lift from the fire of destruction, the ground can find new major fertility, and grow the richest of fruits. 

Content warning:

Some of the “triggering content” this AU will feature:

Angst: there will be mention and figurative drawings of blood and injuries, without going too deep thought. There will be also mention of death (due to the victims of Shadow Moth attacks)

Emotional abuse, neglicence and terrorism: aka Gabriel Agreste’s full package.

Unplanned teenage pregnancy: I would like to make it clear that this theme being approached in the headcanon it's NOT to promote or incite teenage pregnancy at all, rather to just show these two character going through that situation while in a not ideal setting, unlike when their lives will be more stable as fully grown adults. I know years ago it was pretty more common, today however it isn't and while Mari and Chat will be eventually happy with their choice, they are aware that this happened due to a very irresponsible choice from their part. This will always be highlighted. The story wants to show how they manage things and still find a chance to be happy, turning a rash mistake into something beautiful.

Mentions of racism in family context: while it won’t be a main theme and it will be only briefly mentioned, this AU will mention Marinette’s grandfather Roland’s real motives to why he stopped seeing his son and family. In this case, the whole “bread” excuse used canonly is just a cover-up used by Marinette’s parents to not hurt their daughter and expose her to the truth of Roland not wanting to be involved with her chinese heritage. Gina divorced from Roland as he stopped talking to Tom, because he was and is closed minded and he wasn’t going to change opinion. And he won’t. As time passes, he again slips away, unable to fight and win against his foolish and cruel prejudice, losing contact again with the family.

Material:

Fanfiction

Work in progress...

Designs

Ladybug 

Chat Noir

Art list:

During Time-skip

Nurturing bonds 

Main storyline (post time-skip)

New but familiar flavors 

Realization 

Sharing one brain bun

Bitterview 

Tale as old as time

This list will be in constant update!

Continuity reminders (Note: i use the terms “middle school” and “high school” to keep a better track, but keep in mind I’m referring instead to the French school system. For middle school I mean “Collège”, which lasts differently than other countries’ schools. High school refers to Lycée. Etc...):

When does it take place canon-wise? The story takes place two years after season 3, episode Weredad. The events after that episode didn’t happen (so, most of season 3 and everything going on, like S4 and S5 etc...) such as KwamiBuster, Chat Blanc or Miracle Queen. Felix exists, but won’t be included, if not in small part.

Is Marinette guardian? Yes, Marinette still became guardian and Master Fu is out of the picture but it didn’t happen with the whole Chloé fiasco.

Themes in common with season 4 and main changes. Marinette’s stress for becoming guardian is present and in this AU it really leads her to isolate herself and lose contact with most of her classmates after graduating middle school, the only exceptions being Adrien, Alya and Nino. Alya doesn’t know about Marinette’s alter ego. Ladybug and Chat Noir bond also weakens, but Ladybug doesn’t treat him as she did in season 4 and his feelings for her ceased slowly along the way. Most of the issues that lead to their friendship becoming fragile is caused by the already present lack of balance in their roles and partnership.

What about the main friend group? Alya is still Marinette’s best friend but she wasn’t told about Ladybug’s true identity, so they still hang out when they’re not too busy. Nino and Marinette don’t really engage a lot, they sometimes text each other and meet for a few moments due his relationship with Alya, but that is quite rare. As for Adrien, he and Marinette are classmates in the first year of high school and they finally manage to become closer friends, but eventually Gabriel obligates Adrien to skip a grade due to him being one year older than the average age for his classes, ending up in separating the two once again and lose contact for their busy schedules. Adrien still sees Nino sometimes, but the moment he gets more freedom is also the one when Shadow Moth starts creating chaos and Marinette gets pregnant, so it’s very difficult for the two boys to spend time together.

The gang’s ages. As mentioned before, Adrien is actually one year older than the rest of the gang. Looking better at the series and the premise, me and my project partner and friend made some calculations based also on the seasons and Adrien’s birthday being before of the New Year kind of confirms that he is indeed a year older than Marinette. This also means that he is one class behind. At the start of the main events Marinette is in second high school grade and is 16. The story covers her 17th and 18th birthday.  Adrien is 16 when the story starts but he is soon 17, having his birthday that Autumn, shortly after the beginnin of the new school year. Him being that age is also the reason Gabriel decided to have him making 2 years in one and skipping to third grade, so it wouldn’t look like he repeated a grade. The story covers his 18th birtdhay. This is all based on the fact that they should be in the last year of middle school in the series so they should be 14 at the start of the year (Marinette. And Adrien being 15 shortly after), they are respectively 15 and 16 around WereDad, before the time-skip.

Marinette and Chat Noir’s relationship evolution. Mari and Chat’s relationship progresses from WereDad, where they have an established friendship and they decide to explore it. He goes to visit her and sometimes they manage to sneak out and have some fun together, but the more time passes, the more they are obligated to limitate their encounters to her room, as outside it gets more dangerous and Chat Noir doesn’t want Shadow Moth to discover about his bond with Marinette. In those two years, while they didn’t reveal their identities, they find a pillar of comfort and security in each other, eventually falling in love and getting together. Marinette’s parents don’t know about their frequent encounters until a bit after their romantic relationship starts, when they tell them about it.

Is most of the story Marichat?  While there is a reveal planned for them eventually, 95% or so of the story is going to be full Marichat pre-reveal. Ladynoir’s friendship is fragile, Adrinette have lost most touch and Ladrien never really got anything (XD). It’s going to be a big Marichat meal, with appetizer, first course, second course and dessert. 

[anjuschiffer]

Do We Dare to Dream? - Chapter 3

are these going to be daily...for now, yeah cuz, why not? :D

P. Tag: @toodaloo-kangaroo @vixen-uchiha @elijahcrevan

Tag: @hammalammadamdam

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Jason burst through the office with bloodied knuckles, Ra’s watching the child glare at him as if he had just murdered his best friend…which was not that far from it.

“Where’s Marinette?” He growled, quickly turning to knock down another guard.

“Marinette?” Ra’s asked back, testing the waters. 

“Yes, Marinette. Wang Fu’s-”

“Ah yes, the guardian girl.” 

“Where is she?” Jason growled, although he fully knew where she was.

But to know of her whereabouts while at the dining hall of all places? At breakfast, of all times? They were just together just a few hours ago! 

They were talking about wanting to go to Paris together!

“I sent her on a…personal mission.” Ra’s easily provided, showing Jason a file on his table. Upon picking it up and scanning the case, Jason’s heart plummeted. “A simple retrieval miss-”

“More like a suicide mission!” Jason slammed his hands on the desk. “You know Savage can’t be followed! He kills anyone who even dares to!

“All she has to do is follow the man and take-”

“He is going to kill her.” He gritted, crumbling the file as he curled his fists.

“Only if she lets herself get caught by him.” Ra’s calmly said. “Unless…you don’t think she’ll make it out alive.” Jason let out a shuddering breath.

“This isn’t about whether or not she can. It’s the fact-”

“Jason.” Jason froze, feeling the hairs on the back of his neck rise. “I suggest you choose your next words wisely.” Jason felt as Ra’s circled from around his desk to his side, feeling him awfully close to his ear. “After all, this is all your fault.”

“What do-”

“Did you really think I wouldn’t find out about your little encounters with her? That I wouldn’t know about every little thing that happens under my roof? Under my watch?”

Jason swore he felt his heart stop. “I told Marinette I was willing to turn a blind eye if she did this for me and as you can see, she took the deal. So if I were you,” Ra’s made Jason turn to him by grabbing hold of his hair. “I wouldn’t do anything rash until she came back.

After all, it would not take much to make this mission to be her cause of death.”

Jason almost hit the desk once Ra’s let go of him, listening to his retreating footsteps and the slam of a door. 

Jason slid to the floor, mustering the courage he needed to keep his tears in, which ended up in vain as one found itself falling, followed by various more a few seconds later. 

“Please, be safe…Mari.”

-

Days passed since Jason last saw Marinette, everyday wondering if she was safe or at the very least alive. 

To think Ra’s would make her steal something from Vandal Savage…Savage of all people…

Jason ran his hands through his hair as he sat at the edge of Marinette’s bed. 

This was all his fault. 

He shouldn’t have-

He let out a scream as he curled into himself, not caring if someone found him. 

It was going to be his fault if she never returns. It would be his fault if she-

Jason huffed as he finished screaming, hearing his heart beat loudly in his ears.

No. 

He had to…

He had to have hope…

Hope that she will be successful…

Safe…

That she will return…

Because that was all he could do…

He lifted his head, scraping the motivation to get up while his body begged him to stay. That’s when he noticed the red ribbon left on her nightstand. 

He walked towards it, ingraining the way the silk felt in his hands as he picked it up, noticing a small silver ladybug  embroidered into it.

He gently squeezed it before tying it around his wrist.

That’s right.

This was Marinette he was talking about.

She wouldn’t let this stop her.

She just couldn’t.

She’ll be fine.

She’ll come back.

“So please, come back safe and sound.”

-

It was a few weeks later when she finally showed up. 

“Finally back.” Jason heard Marinette mutter as she threw something on the ground, causing him to quickly get up from her bed. 

She was there, wrapped in a soiled cloak but nonetheless here, back in the League.

Within arms reach.

Should he run to her? Apologize? Did she even know the reason why she was sent on that mission? “Could really use-”

“What took you so long?” Jason decided to speak up as he walked to the doorway, causing her to jump. He couldn’t help but smirk, even when his mind was running wild with worry and the thought of just going up to hug her. “Don’t tell me the assignment was too much for you to-”

“If I’m back, that means it wasn’t.” Marinette snapped, wondering why he was in her room, though she had an idea or two. But right now, she just wanted him out of there. She wanted to hurry up and sleep the ringing in her head off.

“Hey, are you-“

“Listen, Jason. I got the job done, I’m here and now, can you do me the favor of getting out of my room? I haven’t had a bath in weeks and I would really-” 

“Nobody’s seen you in days.” Jason bluntly stated, grabbing Marinette by her shoulders, missing the way she harshly winced at his grab. “It’s been weeks since we’ve seen-“

“It took a while to get back. Had some problems getting back here without getting caught. After all, I did-” 

“Caught?” He narrowed his eyes. “So he really did make you-” Jason huffed. “Why didn’t you-“

“Jason, please.” Marinette stopped herself from yelling, feeling her headache growing worse by the second. “I want to wash myself and go to sleep. So please, leave.” Marinette hissed, wanting to clutch her head. Forget that, her entire body was screaming at her to get some rest. 

“What the hell Marinette? You’ve been gone for days and this is how-”

“Would you please stop shouting?” Why was it so hot all of a sudden?

“Shouting? All I’m doing is asking whether or not you’re okay.”

“Okay?” Marinette scoffed, pulling her hair up. “If I’m here, then it means I am. So would you stop with the yelling? And why the hell do you even want to know how I-”

“Because all you ever do is get yourself into trouble and I have to be the one who has clean up after-”

“No one asked you to clean up after me!” Marinette yelled, pushing Jason off of her. “I can handle my own prob-” Blood spurted out of her mouth, Marinette falling to the floor, coughing up the blood that tried to spill out once again.

Jason could only watch as she laid on the floor violently coughing up more blood, her hands clutching her shirt as if that would even help her in the slightest.

He could feel a lump forming in his throat, his throat getting raspier by the second. 

He watched as Marinette began to fade from his vision and soon saw his hands lying in a pool of blood, some of it already drying on his fingertips. 

He found himself reaching out towards a gate, something ticking somewhere in the distance as he started to notice the boxes around him loom over his body. 

“H…elp.” A whisper said, Jason barely able to catch it over his heartbeat pounding loudly in his ears. “Hel…p.” They said even more quietly than the first, only then Jason realizing it wasn’t his own voice. 

“Marinette.” He found himself saying, or rather whispering back, somehow managing to snap from his daymare. 

She came back to his view, Jason’s chest twisting as he saw her reaching out for him. 

He dragged his heavy feet over to her, clasping his hand over her own, flinching at how cold they were. Her nails tried to dig into his hand, but failed.

“Ja…son.” She gasped. “Jay.” He didn’t need to be reminded again. 

He was about to scoop her up, only to stop himself. Taking out a pocket knife, he quickly tore off the cloak she had on, his heart stopping upon seeing her suit slit open on her back as well on her arms and legs. 

Her gashes were festered over what had used to be evenly done stitches. 

Dried blood crusted the edges of the slashed clothes, bruises covering her tattered sleeves.

In a heartbeat, Jason scooped her up and ran out her chambers, cursing himself for being so hesitant and blind. 

“Move it!” He yelled as he turned corners, almost dropping Marinette as he slipped over his own footing. He winced at the irregular angle of his foot while avoiding to completely fall, but that didn’t matter. 

Getting back up, he bit his tongue to forget the jolting pain that coursed through his body as he stood on his injured ankle. He let out a warbling breath as he adjusted Marinette in his arms.

“Just hold a little more Mari. We’re almost there.” He assured her, even though he knew she probably couldn’t hear him.

He bit back a wince as he picked up his pace again, this time hurrying down the stairs that lead to the Pit and even though Jason swore to himself that he would avoid this place at all costs…here he was again.

But he knew that this was the work of the Gods, mocking his resolution.

He knew this was their way of reminding him about his fate…his bad luck…

Shaking those thoughts away, Jason looked at Mari who had gone limp in his arms, but if he listened closely, her breaths were still there, even if they were starting to get longer and softer with each passing one.

Gathering the courage he needed, Jason stepped into the Pit, his body quaking with each step he took deeper into the green waters. Once he was waist high into the pool of murk, Jason looked at Marinette, taking in a deep breath before he let her go.

He watched as her body floated off of his arms, her fingers grazing his own as he stopped himself from grabbing her as she submerged into the water.

He watched with bated breath as her body stayed underwater, Jason watching the surface with every second that passed, watching as the bubbles came to a stop. 

Seconds turned into minutes…minutes that never seemed to end.

He felt the tears that were beginning to form in his eyes and when he noticed that, his breaths began to quicken and that lump in his throat that he felt so long ago came back.

He let out a scream as he started to thrash about in the water.

“Work damn it! Hurry up and work! Isn’t that the whole reason you exist? Aren’t you supposed to do miracles? Aren’t you supposed to heal everything and anything? Well? Why aren’t you doing that then?” Jason yelled, coming to a halt when he felt the lump in his throat grow stronger. “Just heal her…please…”

A wail escaped his throat, but he knew better than to try and suppress it. He screamed as he leaned forward, his head coming into close contact with the water, but never exactly touching it.

He didn’t know for how long he ended up screaming, but it was long enough to let him release everything. 

When he did eventually lift his head, he noticed that Marinette was still submerged in the water.

He watched the water stand still, not a single bubble riding towards the surface…

So…

Not even the damn Lazarus Pit was able to save her…

Letting a shuddering breath leave him, Jason made his way to retrieve her body, only to back up when she emerged from the water, Marinette gasping for air and clawing at the air in search of something to grasp on.

Jason quickly took hold of her hands and brought her close to him, burying his head into the crook of her neck. 

“Ja…son.”

“Don’t speak.”

“Hmm.” Marinette responded, feeling Jason hug her tighter. “Don’t leave…me...”

“I won’t. I’ll stay by your side, no matter what. I’ll make sure nothing ever happens to you again, I promise.”

“Merci…”

-

Just when things couldn’t get any worse, it happened. 

“We’ve been breached!”

“Get to your stations!”

“Mari! Mari!” Jason yelled, getting jostled by the people who ran past him. 

Everyone was going out into the court yard to fight off the intruders, but Jason could care less about them. Right now, he only had one person on his mind. 

He sprinted past flying arrows, barely managing to dodge the last one. 

He made it across the yard, now making his way past halls and more deployed men, until finally making it to Marinette’s room. 

Slamming the door open, he felt his heart drop to his stomach as he found her unconscious on the floor. 

“Marinette!” He cried, throwing himself into the floor and scooping her up. 

She was cold. 

He held her closer to his body, wondering if this was why-

“Jay-Jason. I’m alright.” Jason heard her say, quickly lifting his head, only to see the body in his arms still limp. 

That’s when he felt a hand on his shoulder. There was Marinette smiling back at him, a faint blush tinting the tips of her ears. “If it managed to trick you, then I’m sure-“

Marinette didn’t expect Jason to pull her into an embrace, wondering what to do when he wouldn’t let go of her. “Hey, hey…I’m alright.”

“But I’m not.” Jason confessed. “I know what death feels like and just the thought of how you might have died in a similar way I did…”

Marinette didn’t pressure him to continue when he stopped, instead returning a tight hug. 

“I’m sorry,” she hugged him tighter. “I’m so sorry.”

“I know. But then, why did you do it?” He asked as he pulled away. 

“We can use this distraction to leave.” Marinette said with resoluteness, her eyes sparkling with fire. Glowing with determination. “We can get out of here and be free.”

He froze at those words. Was she insane? “Jason, we can finally be happy if we seize this opportunity! Isn’t that what we’ve always talked about?

About getting to leave this place and live happily elsewhere?”

Ra’s threat echoed in his mind from the day Mari was sent off to that lethal mission. 

“Mari. You know you can’t just expect to leave the League without any consequences. Without them knowing you’re still alive. This,” he gestured to the corpse. “This could fool many, but not Ra’s Al Ghul. 

If he ever learns that you’ve made a fool of him, he will hunt you down.”

“Jason. This is the only time we can-” 

“Don’t you understand Marinette? He will track you down and personally kill you for playing him.”

“He won’t figure it out if we use this.” Marinette says with a grin on her face, Jason’s eyes widened upon seeing the box he had received so many months ago from Fu now in her hands. 

He was pretty sure he had-

“How did you get that?”

“You’re pretty terrible at hiding things. Even a baby could’ve found this.” Her smile fell as she kept staring at the box in her hand. “Although, you forgot that I’ve been trained on everything related to the Miraculi. Especially on how to locate them.”

“Is that-” 

“Yes, it’s a Miraculous. While I don’t know why you never told me about it and why it was in your possession, I’ll be using this to pull off my plan.” He watched as she opened the box, pulling out a pair of earrings, watching as they glowed a bright red before it faded out. ”Are you in?” 

Jason didn’t know much about the Miraculi, but there was one thing he did know about Marinette. She always found a way to make things go her way.

“I’m in.”

-

How did Jason forget that hope was a thing that was long dead within the walls of the League?

“Did you really think I wouldn’t notice, girl?” Ra’s sneered as he thrusted his sword through Marinette’s back, Jason frozen in place as he watched blood drip from Mari’s mouth. 

She sputtered and gagged as the sword was then withdrawn from her body, her face meeting the floor within seconds. She watched as Ra’s dragged Jason away from her, her friend a terrible mess. 

Tears ran down his face, baring his teeth against Ra’s as he clawed at him to let him go. 

“Stay…safe…Jason…” she found herself saying as she tried to reach for him, only for the world to go black. 

Jason watched as Marinette laid in the pool of her own blood, watching as her life drained before his eyes. 

Watching her dying off in a similar way as he did…

“Marinette!” He yelled, pulling Ra’s off him, dashing for her only to meet with the ground. He let out a scream as something was dug into his back, feeling it cut into and through his body. 

“She is long dead, foolish boy. As she should be for-“

“Get off of me!”

“She became your weakness. Your major flaw to becoming the ultimate-“

“How is a friend a weakness? Is being human so-” Jason yelled, holding in a scream as Ra’s ripped the blade out of him. 

“Being human isn’t a weakness, but the emotions that come with being one are.” Ra’s lifted Jason up by his hair, making him face Marinette’s corpse. “This…this is what being emotional gets you. If you want to survive in this world, best learn to get rid of them. 

After all,” He let go of Jason, Jason hitting the floor with a loud thud, “there are plans that await you, boy.”

NEXT

[krissielee]

what mpreggy lines were cut? lmao

lol, just one, really, but @machtaholic and I still laugh like fools because we randomly say it to each other out of nowhere.

In the scene where Henry texts Alex about the ACD being a father headline, we did NOT get the canon line.

Henry said that Alex had "birthing hips."

We were convinced there would be a rash of mpreg from that line, and then they CUT it, and I get it, canon wins out, but like ... birthing hips.

(not pictured: the best image of birthing hips because they cut the Paris scene down and YES I will die mad about this)

[my-deer-history]

I saw Kosciusco, who served with reputation against Burgoyne, and in South Carolina, and who has since acted so distinguished a part in Poland; he lives in the outskirts of Paris in the family of a friend whose children play about him, and here he reads the newspapers, and cultivates his garden, and smokes his cigar, forgetting the world as much as possible, and striving, I really believe, to be forgotten. The sight of Kosciusco reminded me of his friend and countryman Pulawski, whom I had known during our revolutionary war; and to whose merit, as I look back upon what I remember to have been the opinion of those times, I do not think we did justice. What appeared rashness to us, was a well placed confidence in his knowledge of the partisan war, and in his own personal prowess. In mixed companies, and in a drawing room, there was something of awkwardness, I had almost said of timidity, in his manners and appearance, but on horseback, and at the head of his corps, he bad the air of the God Mars. Rulhiere has given an account of this distinguished family of Pulawski in his late work on Poland. You would be struck with the resemblance in some circumstances between the old Pulawski, as he was called in the papers of the day, and the elder Brutus in Roman history. There was the same forbearance for years under injuries and insults, the same fearless exertion afterward, and the same devotedness in death to the cause of the republick.

Francis Kinloch, Letters from Geneva and France (1819)