#roller derby gear

[neon-emojiz]

There's no roller derby aac symbols, so I have to make my own :']

[jrrtfanforlife]

I feel sorta disloyal, but I’m trying out a different roller derby league today.

The practical reason is that - the city I live in doesn’t have roller derby, so I have to go to a nearby city either way. The one I went to initially was just the first one I found googling, and my therapist is there anyways, so I figured eh alright, this is the convenient option. But actually the other city is a little closer, so in a way more convenient for me.

The positive reason is - I have gotten very excited about roller derby and skating in general, but there aren’t any public skating rinks here, so the best way to get more time on the skates is to join a second league so I get four opportunities per week to skate instead of just two.

The slightly less positive reason is I’m a bit annoyed at some aspects of how my original league is run. I got the chance to play in two scrimmages, and I had a fuckin blast, and only after that second scrimmage did one of the trainers passive-aggressively hint that actually I shouldn’t have been in the scrimmage. Overall they’re super strict about what you’re allowed to do. Some trainers even more so than others. And like yes, it’s a dangerous sport, but there are ways to more safely do stuff and it feels a bit stifling

…..

Anyways I didn’t finish writing this. But I went and did the thing, and it was a beginner training cuz it’s fresh meat day, but it was still a lot of fun. I absolutely will get a chance to do more scrimmages there. Well, as long as we get enough people interested. Cuz at the first place the issue is the team is too big and too focused on the official Bundesliga games. The second place, it’s almost too small. They said only 8 people regularly show up to practices. Ideally you need 15 for a game. Theoretically you only have 5 on the track at once, but it’s a damn hard sport so you need time to catch your breath.

The way my initial team talks about it all they say they’re just focused on safety. I shouldn’t play in scrimmages because I don’t have enough control over all the finer points of skating yet. Which, I’m sure that is a real part of it. The new team has a different perspective though - they think the initial team is just very focused on funneling people into the Bundesliga games. For now I’m happier to go to the second team where they’re more chill overall. In fact, I’m allowed to do both, so I’ll just do that for now

[anachronisticmech]

i just had such a good idea

uni jon but he plays roller derby (and georgie goes to all his games)

[sweet-marigold]

fiz with big boots has inspired: FIZZ WITH ROLLER SKATES? (fizz would look so cool in roller derby gear. If you don't know what that is look it up it's awesome I used to play :D)

He’s skatingggg

[bonezone44]

but pervy roller derby coach joel and seasoned derby girl fucking in joels truck after a bout when ezra finds them with the windows all fogged up… ofc he joins in

You fucking know it!

Roller Derby Coach!Joel Miller x F!Reader x Boyfriend!Ezra

tags: unprotected p-in-v, double creampie, Ezra and Joel being spiteful towards one another. praise, degredation, use of the word "whore" but in a sexy way

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He wanted to offer you a personal congratulations after helping your Jammer get point after point, resulting in your team's win. 157 to 163. It was a close one and your offense is what made the difference. Joel lost count of how many times you knocked the opposing Jammer off the track, running them back and killing their spirit. He's surprised you still have any energy left after all that work.

But here you are in his truck with him, bouncing on his cock like it's nothing. You got nothing on but your sports bra and youre soaked in sweat with your gear airing out in his flat bed.

Then Ezra’s wandering around the parking lot outside the rink, wondering where the hell you are because there's an after party to go to. And he already smoked a couple joints with the referees, and you still hadn't appeared. Then he sees the foggy window, the way the truck is bouncing, and he can't help but creep closer. His whole body floods with heat when he sees your gear. He looks around, sees if anybody has eyes on him before opening up the passenger door.

"Shit!" Joel curses.

You both stop in a panic. Your hands gripping his biceps to stabilize yourself.

Ezra's all smiles. "You don't think she's done enough work tonight, Coach?" He chuckles at your silent, shocked faces. He climbs inside and shuts the door behind him. "Our superstar here requires appreciation. Not more strain on her supremely effective musculature." He crawls closer.

"How 'boutchu--" Joel begins.

Ezra wraps his hand around the back of your neck, pulling you in for a kiss.

Joel’s hands are still tight on your hips. Watching Ezra's tongue meet yours makes his cock twitch and pisses him off at the same time. He grunts.

Ezra's hazy eyes slide over to Joel's after he pulls away from you. "How 'bout I what, Joel?"

Joel snarls and shoves Ezra back with a broad palm to his chest. "How 'boutchu see with your eyes and not with your hands?" He turns back to you. "She's mine right now, and I ain't gonna let you touch her 'til I'm done with her."

Ezra chuckles and undoes his pants, pulling his hardening cock out. "Go ahead and fill her up good, then." He smirks and begins to stroke himself. "Patience is a virtue, and although I am far from a virtuous man, I have been known to wander briefly on the path of the principled." He breaths deeply through his nose, taking in the smell of sweat and sex. "A path more easily endured when enticed by heavenly rewards."

Joel rolls his eyes. "Does he ever shut the fuck up?"

Ezra chuckles again. "You best make haste, old man, before that little blue pill wears off and you go softer than an ice cream cone in the Fourth of July sunshine."

Joel smirks at Ezra and shakes his head. He turns back to you, his hands slide up your sides, grip your breasts through your bra. "You ever seen me take a pill?"

"No," you shake your head. You're so overwhelmed by the situation, you're surprised you were able to say anything at all. And Joel's strong fingers are working your chest, working the muscles in your hips and thighs.

"I don't need no pill," he says with a haughty grin, thrusting up into you. "I don't need her to ride me, neither," he adds for good measure. "I can make her come with my cock alone." He holds you still and you angle your hips slightly as his own hips jump in the seat. "Come on, baby. Show 'im how good this cock is. Come on, now."

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and dig your face into his neck, moaning and keening with every strong thrust. You hear Ezra moaning, too. You turn your head to the side and see him panting, biting his lips. He goes from jerking himself off to squeezing his cock at the base and shaking it, staving off his orgasm with a desperate look on his face. It's all so much, you're sent over the edge--your orgasm barely noticable amidst Joel's relentless assault. How can you come down when everything around you is still building and escalating?

"Gonna fill this pussy up, now," Joel groans. His meaty claws close and spread your asscheeks as he begins to grind into you.

You try to remind yourself to breathe as you squeeze him tighter, whimpering and panting.

"Gonna give you all this come," he groans again and you feel a rush of warmth inside of you.

"Come here, baby," you hear Ezra speak up. "Lemme feel that." And before you know it, you're in Ezra's lap. His cock slides readily into yours and he pants and moans pathetically. "Oh fuck, oh shit, oh shit, baby. That's so good." His hips are barely moving as he holds you close against him, but the squelch of your messy pussy is loud. "Mmmm-that's so good. that's that good shit right there. Oh fuck, baby. Gonna fill you up, too. Mmhmm--gonna give you that sloppy cunt, huh? You like that, baby?" His eyes go wide and you're locked in, nodding and agreeing to whatever he says. "You like bein naughty? You like being filthy?"

At this point, it doesn't matter what either of them say. You'll agree to just about anything that comes out of their mouths--and their cocks.

"Fuckin filthy," he mutters with a snarl and brings his hand down to your ass with a harsh, solid slap. "Fuckin filthy whore. Nnnngg---" He comes inside of you.

You feel dizzy. Spent. Tired. Dazed. You should probably hydrate soon. And you wonder if anyone else on the team is looking for the three of you. You hope Joel has some napkins somewhere in his car, but you're not too worried because you have a pack of wet wipes in your gear bag. You never thought you'd use them for something like this, but... so it goes.

No one suspects a single thing at the after party. You throw back a few shots with your teammates and leg wrestle on the bar floor. You dance to the salsa music someone is playing on the juke box. You consider doing those pelvic floor exercises you saw on youtube once.

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a/n: I love life and I love being alive.

[meaniezuchinni]

More older Louise playing roller derby!

[ID: Digital illustration on a light pink background of Louise Belcher as a young adult skating on rollerblades and full protective gear. She has braids in her dark brown hair, pink face paint on her right cheek and black lipstick. She looks focused as she skates, leaning into a turn. Her green shirt is a sleeveless croptop with a collar and a x eyed bunny image on the front in pink. She is wearing a pink helmet cover with a yellow star. Her green wheeled roller skates have a pink toe cover with a bunny head on them as well. She has a yellow arm band on her right arm, a pink 9 visible. There is an announcer speech bubble saying “#93, Louise “killer bunny” belcher is gaining on the pack. Will she break through and get a point for her team?”]

@bonnies-trash-corner , this is stuck in my head. I just need to keep drawing roller derby Louise.

[mosaic-moons]

Roller Derby is the best sport ever it's got something for everyone: roller skates, cool outfits, controlled violence, screaming, cool names, cultivated personas, stars, high speed action, rubber ducks, community, comprehensive training programs, cool merch, safety equipment, lesbians, face paint, good exercise, rainbows, girl scouts apparently, female driven sporting, safe spaces, cheap ticket prices, a library of gear in case you can't afford it yourself, real time evolution of a game

[berryblast52]

Back at it again! Another cowboy au inspired by @castercassette This time we have Roxy as a bounty hunter following in the steps of her Pops Foxy.

I thought it would be cool if the spurs of her boot acted more like a gear that moved her forward like a motor rollerblade. At 1st I felt it looked to much like a sneaker so the drawing on the right is the final design.

Foxy I imagine would have a hook hand but it could shoot out of his arm like a grappling hook and he could use it like a lasso might draw that sometime might not.

The mayor is getting antsy so I could see her either personally hiring them or made Sun and Moon’s bounty too large to ignore. Of course Sun and Moon escape through Shenanigans the likes a spaghetti western would approve

I took a lotta Inspiration from roller derby :)

[splatsvilles-fashionista]

Splatoon 3 Fashion Challenge - Week 49: Chill Season 2023 Sendoff Special!

Oh wow, it's been a bit since we did one of these, huh? We've been busy lately. Fresh Season 2024 may just have started, but we've yet to wave goodbye to Chill Season 2023, and I don't know how other people feel about it but this was my favourite Catalog to date?

Anyway, for this fashion challenge, you must build an outfit around any one (or more) pieces of gear that were introduced in this season, and that means both the Catalog as well as the monthly Salmon Run rewards. As such, your choices are:

Meetcha Mask

Rugby Fleece

E-JECT 30VV

Clue-Detecting Cap

Tenured Turtleneck

Tricolor Boaties

Flounder Flap Cap

Barazushi Liner Shell

Buckle-Down Boots

Vintage Biker Cap

Deepsea Tangle Top

Annaki Tuff Duffel

Anglerfish Knit

Barazushi Peacoat

Spiked Duck Boots

Fuzzly Sweater

3D Glasses

Hacker Jacket

Trevally Derby Rollers

As a reminder, you don't have to use only gear from this list, but you must include at least one, and I want it to be centerpiece of your outfit. Good luck, folks, you've got until monday!

Rules:

Put together an outfit of any kind that you feel matches this week’s theme. Be sure to give it a name, as well!

Send it to me via ask or submission, please don’t add it to a reblog, that makes it very easy to miss! Also, please make it clear that it is a submission for the challenge and not just a regular submission.

Only one outfit per person! You can submit multiple photos of that single outfit, though.

Please include the gear you picked in the submission. It makes my life just a touch easier!  

The outfit should be submitted before Monday morning, as I will pick my favourite submissions to feature on Monday evening.

[rhinexstone]

The sober, non religious third space DOES exist. They’re just called social hobbies

A list of semi-cheap ways to go out that isn’t just going to a bar/church:

DnD, most libraries have games going, also check comic shops, but asking around to those who look like they would play also gets results (trust me, they either know a game or play themselves)

Social dances. Yes, they still exist. Tango, swing, contra dancing, line dancing, etc. don’t know how to dance? Chances are the dance style literally calls out steps, practices are cheap (as to keep the social dance alive), or they’ll have a lesson before the dance begins. You can honestly just Google this, but might take place at bars

Battle groups. Medieval sparring, light saber fights, etc. this one’s tricky, as they’ll need to provide the gear for you or else you shell it out, and might be a bit hard to find if they’re not that active on socials, but damn is it interesting

Craft circles. Easiest ones to find are hosted by libraries or craft stores, a wide variety of crafts too

Local theatre. Very bold, but most local theatres respect the fact that most people work 9-5 and act when they can. Go for it!

Gaming tournaments, ESPECIALLY pinball! May be at bars, but something you can Google to find as well (and possibly at comic shops)

Concerts. Yes, maybe they’re at bars, but chances are there’s small local venues and basement shows full of local and traveling artists. FYI: at these kinds of shows, it’s common practice to tip performers between sets since gigs are cheap

Watching weird/foreign sports. Most medium to large towns have a healthy cricket fan population. Other sports to look for include: hurling, roller derby, lumberjack events, air guitar, and curling. Once again, might be at a bar/pub

Book/poetry/writing clubs. Tried and true, find them in book stores or local libraries

Zine publications, chances are there’s some punk trying to make a zine in ur town, and if not there then in the next town over

[seananmcguire]

hi! i'm putting together an antimony cosplay and as i play roller derby, it's her in uniform and gear. does she have a canonical derby number?

She does not, alas.

[bomberqueen17]

Loftus Bralette MK2 Go!

So the thing about the bralette pattern was that it was fiddly. There are a few seams where the seam allowance is one millimeter. That's hard to do. I am capable of that but have not the habit of the necessary carefulness. And I know a lot of the fit issues of the muslin-- which I did shorten the straps of, and put on to check the fit, and again then did not want to remove, so while it is not perfect it is currently the best bra I have (I have some decent RTW ones but forgot them at the farm so my need is dire right now). Anyway a lot of the fit issues of that could stem from careless sewing, so. I immediately cut out a second one with no alterations, just being MEGA SUPER ULTRA careful to cut EXACTLY on the lines.

I used a kit I bought from Porcelynne when I bought all the other materials. I'd meant to make a couple practice ones but then, you know, the kit wasn't that expensive and I might as well just. Do it!

It's black heavy-duty powermesh, black nylon cup lining, and pretty red lace, with black picot elastic and other findings, and then the 2" wide band elastic is metallic silver. Which is so cute and I wish I'd been able to buy just lengths of that elastic, but I wasn't able to find any on the site.

Anyway, the pattern is fiddly but not that challenging, and like 90% of the battle is remembering which way each thing goes. So I figure, if I make another one immediately I've a high chance of the best possible outcome. So here's some of that progress. Well, mostly I'm going to talk about equipment and setup.

I cut out all the materials while on a Zoom call with friends-- someone I know started hosting weekly Zooms to "meet up" with friends and work on crafts sometime during the pandemic I think, and I joined in somewhere in that time. That person has since become my sister's roommate so sometimes I go over there and participate in person, LOL. Anyway I set up my computer at the kitchen counter, got out my little cutting mat and rotary cutter, and just spent two full hours very carefully cutting out pieces and this time I labeled them with the tape before I even cut them out.

The red lace won't take a mark from anything but a Sharpie, which won't wash out, so I wasn't able to mark notches. So I just carefully stacked every copy of the pieces on top of the paper pattern piece, and put them into a baggie that way. I was so so so so careful to get the fabric cut right on the cutting lines, because the sewing lines are marked but I can't transfer those marks, and I discovered sewing the muslin that I can't sew on a line like that anyway (and often it was on the wrong side of the fabric for me to see.)

I'm home alone for two or three days, so I've taken over the living areas of the house to work in. This involved setting up a spare sewing machine on the absolutely-not-for-sewing desk that Dude uses to wfh, temporarily. I had forgotten I owned this machine, and it is a more modern one than the ten-stitch mechanical Kenmore that's my primary axe these days. This one is a Singer 6235 from the 80s, one of the most sophisticated mechanical ones they made before computerized machines were introduced; it's not high in resale value because some of the gears are nylon, but this particular individual one has clearly not been used much. It has wildly nonstandard bobbins, but I got a baggie of like twelve of them with it.

[image description: a Singer 6235 sewing machine, made of beige plastic and beige-enameled metal with black control panels, sits on a wooden desktop. In the background is a framed photo of a pink Easter bunny and a girl in a blue shirt, this is me and Dude from 2007. He rented that costume and wore it to a roller derby bout and got his ass grabbed SO much by many many people who absolutely did not suss that he was a dude in there. But the fluffy tail, he says, protected him.]

And when I opened the top, I found every single accessory lovingly stored there, including the package of needles it came with, still all in their package. So.

[Image description: looking down into the top of the sewing machine, which is molded plastic and has a number of esoteric plastic and metal items carefully stowed within custom-shaped cradles, with a letter key on top which is useless without a manual to decode it but good news I found a PDF copy of the manual on Al Gore's Blessed Internet so all is well.]

The single accessory I'm most excited about, however, is the reason I'm telling you all about all of this, which is otherwise not particularly relevant-- you can sew this bra on any machine that can do a zig-zag, and most of it is constructed with straight stitch because it is almost entirely non-stretch, you just need the zig-zags for the elastic attachments. It is:

A SEAM GUIDE. Which i cannot BELIEVE is no longer standard with sewing machines. It's in the above photo at top right, a metal thing with a knob in the middle. It screws into a hole in the machine bed and then you position it to hold your fabric as you sew, to make sure you do not stray over too far.

[Image description: a view through the sewing machine's active area, showing the presser foot down, the needle in some sheer black fabric, and the little metal item in question screwed into place with the metal arm of it pushed all the way over, actually touching the presser foot, holding the fabric at a 1/4" seam allowance.]

Indispensible. Though, I should have switched presser feet, because when the seam guide touches the edge of this presser foot it's actually slightly over 1/4". Just a fraction, so I've let it be because at least it's consistent and it's better than i was doing in the previous version.

so. This machine is needlessly complicated but works pretty darn well so I'm going to keep using it at least until dude gets back from his work trip on friday night.

I'm a bunch of the way through assembling the second bralette, but I think I'll talk about that in its own post, this has descended into sewing machine wittering. Suffice to say, knowing what i'm doing and what to expect means I'm doing a lot better. I'm also doing all the fiddly shit like pressing seams, and let me tell you, ironing synthetics is pointless LOL, so I'm just topstitching everything. I stopped for the day because the bobbin ran out, it was 9pm, and I looked it up and the way you wind the bobbin on this machine is by keeping the whole thing threaded including the needle and just winding it inside the bobbin case, which is So wild I definitely did not want to attempt it at 9pm after a long day. So, tomorrow I will actually talk about sewing this bralette.

But, I did have one more thing to show off-- I actually have purchased an after-market, universally-compatible seam guide that can just magnet itself to the throat plate of any machine, and was fully intending to use it on this project.

[img description: my hand holding a little metal gizmo with some arcane writing on the front; it's a square with a solid longer piece coming off the top, angled down on both sides.] This one came from Madam Sew or something, and comes with a plastic ruler with holes in it, and the idea is you put the ruler down, put your needle down so it goes through the hole marked at the distance you want, put your presser foot down to hold it, and then snap this magnetic guide at the edge of the plastic, and then it's foolproof. The thing is it doesn't work great at 1/4" either because again, that's where the presser foot is. So. I can't find the plastic ruler currently either because I am a disaster. But if your machine doesn't have a seam guide you can buy one of these and then you have a seam guide. I recommend it 100%; learning to sew a straight line is one thing, learning to follow a seam allowance is another, and you can improve your sewing immensely by taking the easy approach to it. You have to remove the guide for things like topstitching or other fiddly things, but for the vast majority of seams, including curved ones, this works a treat, makes it so you basically don't have to think, and just-- well, as long as your cutting-out was precise, you're guaranteed to get an accurate fit if you just use this kind of dealie to be precise about seam allowances.

The free version is that you get a piece of masking tape, put it down on your throat plate, and mark in Sharpie exactly where your seam should go, a big thick bold line as long as you can get it. That helps a ton too. Cashmerette's knit patterns all have 3/8" SAs, which aren't a standard marking on throat plates, and their wovens are all 1/2" instead of 5/8", so that's *also* not a standard marking, so I have long ago put the masking tape on but sometimes I also just use the seam guide because then I don't have to keep paying attention.

[foronceididntlookback]

hi quick PSA (from someone who plays roller derby) to anyone writing roller derby AUs or drawing art of the same:

please please please for the love of the gods give your characters proper protective gear, that means helmet, knee and elbow pads, wrist guards, mouth guards. because most of the fanart I see the characters don't have helmets or elbows and babes, that will break someone if they're in an actual game.

also on skate types: please noheeled skates, honey, those throw off your balance and make you lean further forward than flat skates, and you will end up stacking if you are in derby stance (slightly leaned forward) and on heeled skates (leaned forward) and please do not use inline skates either because that's a whole other ballgame

[anonymouspuzzler]

Wambus and Triffany time!!! we love a bi4bi couple who are making it work and genuinely love each other. thanks again to @incorrectbugsnaxquotes for the top prompt and I believe my friend Frankie for the Roller Derby Triff idea!

(alt text/image IDs below the cut!)

[Image 1 ID: A two-panel comic of Wambus and Triffany. In the first panel Wambus, sitting at a table and pointing down at a salad with one hand, says, "So you're tellin' me that Julius Caesar, who has been dead well over 70 years, made this salad?" In the second panel, Triffany, grimacing in agony and wringing her hands around a skeleton arm, replies, "While you technically aren't wrong with that number, it physically pains me."]

[Image 2 ID: Wambus, with a neutral grin, and Triffany, with a wink and smile, standing with their arms around each other and matching t-shirts. Wambus' has an arrow pointing to Triffany and reads "I'M HER'M", while Triffany's has an arrow pointing to Wambus and reads "HE'M I'S".]

[Image 3 ID: A drawing of Wambus in recreation of a meme. He has a very slight grimace, brow and nose wrinkled, and is gesturing with his hands up on either side, wearing a t-shirt that reads "I WOULD PREFER NOT TO."]

[Image 5-8 IDs: A four-panel comic, with each panel represented in a separate image. In the first, Wambus is walking down a street near a wall with foliage on the other side, next to an unnamed brown Grumpus in a jacket with a triangular nose and fluffy bangs. Wambus, with no hat but his usual checkered open shirt over a blank tank top, is carrying some books and looking annoyed and exhausted, saying, "Ugh. Gonna be real annoyin' if I gotta retake that exam..." From offscreen, Triffany shouts "ON YOUR LEFT!" In the next panel, Triffany, wearing sports shorts, rollerblading gear and a crop top reading "NEW GRUMP ROLLER DERBY", skates in and accidentally shoulder-checks Wambus over the wall, sending books and papers flying, while the other Grumpus flattens himself out of the way against the wall. The third panel shows Triffany peeking over the wall looking horrified, shouting, "Oh my gosh!! I'm so sorry, I'd thought ya heard me comin'!! Are ya alright??" In the final panel, Wambus, lying in a bush looking up at Triffany, lovestruck, simply responds "yuh-huh" with hearts floating all around him.]

[celestiall0tus]

Tales of Bloody Bug and Chat Noir - Chapter 3 - Stormy Weather

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            Alix arrived at her roller derby practice early. She rushed to the locker room as she got into her gear. Tikki poked her head out of the gym bag and looked around.

            “Is this where you practice this roller derby you mentioned?” Tikki asked.

            “Kinda. These are just the locker rooms. Gotta get in my gear and skates before I hit the rink.”

            “Could I watch? I’ve never seen this before.”

            “Yeah! Why not find a place to watch it from now while no one else is here?”

            Tikki grinned and flew through the wall. Alix smiled as she finished getting ready. She headed for the rink as other girls flooded into the dressing room. A pair of them, a blonde and a brunette, flagged her down.

            “Hey, Alix! How’s it going?” the blonde asked.

            “Oh, the usual. Ready to butt heads today?” Alix asked.

            “Always. Make it extra rough for her,” the brunette teased, pointing at the blonde.

            The blonde tsked. “Don’t listen to her. She’s just upset that I’m voting for Aurore in the weather girl vote today.”

            The brunette scoffed. “Please! Mireille is clearly the better choice than that Aurore girl.”

            “Hey, Alix, why don’t you settle this dispute? Who is the better weather girl?”

            “Yeah, no. I got a better idea. Why not duke it out during practice? You know, where all our problems are solved.”

            “You know what? Yeah. You’re going down and I’ll prove Aurore is the superior choice,” the blonde declared.

            “You’re mental. Mireille is the better and I’ll knock out your teeth to prove it.”

            Alix smirked. She left the girls be and headed out to the rink.

~~

            Adrien sighed as he sat on the fountain at Place des Vosages. He watched the photographers finish their preparations for the photoshoot. He glanced around the semi-empty square and curious onlookers as they dared take photos of him.

            Adrien turned away from the passersby. He didn’t want to be here for a photoshoot. He wanted to just come and enjoy the square. Gabriel had other plans and arranged for a photoshoot if he wanted to be outside so badly.

            “Alright, we are ready,” Vincent, the head photographer, announced.

            Adrien rolled his eyes. He stood and went through the motions as Vincent encouraged him. With each click of the camera, he zoned in and out before he moved completely on autopilot. He was pulled from his daze when Vincent yelled out.

            “This won’t do! We need something. Something more. We need… we need… ah! We need an extra!”

            Adrien raised a brow as Vincent looked around. Vincent beamed when he saw Alya sitting by a tree, eating an apple. Adrien gasped and looked around, seeing Marinette with a little girl as they bought balloons with Mireille’s face on them. He turned back to Vincent, but Vincent already approached Alya.

            Adrien frowned. He wouldn’t mind modeling with Alya, but with Marinette, he could make up for the gum incident. He already apologized, but he wanted to do something nice for her. This was something nice, right? He was aware a lot of people, boys and girls alike, would love to just meet him. To model with him must be like a dream, right?

            Adrien smirked and ran towards Marinette as she headed to the carousel. He stopped dead when screams tore through the air. He looked up to see a girl in a purple storm dress, white gloves and boots, and wild lightning pigtails. He watched as the girl waved her parasol, creating an icy wind that blew people away and trapped the carousel within an ice dome.

            “Marinette!” Alya called out.

            Alya ran past to the dome where Marinette, the little girl, and a few others were trapped in. Adrien rushed over to the photoshoot supplies to his bag. He ripped it open, hoping to find Plagg, but didn’t see him.

            “Plagg? Plagg!” Adrien yelled in a hushed voice.

            “I’m not here,” Plagg remarked.

            Adrien rolled his eyes and took out a slice of camembert from his jacket. Plagg phased through one of the trunks to the cheese. Plagg inhaled it while Adrien stood.

            “Let’s go. Plagg, claws out!”

            Plagg disappeared into the ring and transformed Adrien into Chat Noir.

            Chat Noir looked around and saw the storm girl heading out of the park. He hopped onto the fence and perched there.

            “Hey, Ice Queen! What’s with all the terrorizing? Why don’t you pick on someone your own temperature?”

            “My name is Stormy Weather, not Ice Queen!”

            Chat Noir snorted. He slid down the fence and twirled his tail. “Listen, I’m feline more generous than usual today. So, cool down and we’ll call it quits, ok?”

            Stormy Weather rolled her eyes. She opened her umbrella, summoning a dangerous gale that blew Chat Noir away.

~~

            Alix stepped out onto the sidewalk after derby practice. She took a deep breath in and sighed. She placed a single ear bud in her ear as she walked home.

            “So, Tikki, what’d you think?” Alix asked.

            “Well, you were very… enthusiastic.”

            “Wasn’t I? Man, nothing quite beats roller derby. I honestly think I’d go insane without it. It’s not like I can do all that stuff out here. As much as I want to.”

            “Well, I mean, you kinda need to as a hero. Maybe not as ruthlessly, but you know.”

            “Ah, don’t be a stick in the mud, Tikki. Besides, these are bad guys, and bad guys need to learn their lessons. What better way than a swift kick and punch?”

            “That’s not how you handled Stoneheart.”

            Alix rolled her eyes. “That… that was different. I didn’t realize he could become Stoneheart as easily again. Doesn’t help that Ivan wears his heart on his sleeve but doesn’t have the balls to stand up for himself. I mean, I wear my heart on my sleeve, but you don’t see people messing with me.”

            “That’s because you’ll likely beat them up,” Tikki remarked.

            “Hey! You need to crack a few eggs to make an omelet. It’s basically the same thing, just cracking a few heads and striking fear into their hearts.”

            “Alix, you’ll never make friends that way.”

            “Good. They wouldn’t be able to handle me anyways.”

            “Alix-,” Tikki started.

            Alix’s attention was stolen away by screaming. She stopped and looked around, then up. She gasped seeing Chat Noir slam into the ground and bounce off the cars before he came to a full stop. Not far behind him was Stormy Weather.

            “Shit. Save the lecture, Tikki. We have trouble.”

            Alix darted down an alleyway. She ran as dark clouds covered the sky. Purple lightning streaked across it and struck nearby. She swore and stashed her bag behind a dumpster.

            “Alright! Tikki, spots on!”

            Tikki disappeared into the earrings and transformed Alix into Bloody Bug.

            Bloody Bug rushed out into the street. She spotted Chat Noir keeping Stormy Weather occupied with his relentless attacks that she shrugged off with a mix of wind and ice with the occasional lightning. She saw him recover from the last attack and move to strike again. She twirled her yo-yo and snagged Stormy Weather’s parasol.

            Stormy Weather screeched. She struggled against Bloody Bug, then screamed. The tip of the parasol glowed purple when Chat Noir struck her over the head with his staff. She released her parasol to rub her head, allowing Bloody Bug to take it. She gasped and lunged forward, but Chat Noir pinned her to the road.

            “Well, color me surprised. You did good, fleabag,” Bloody Bug praised.

            Chat Noir’s ears perked up. “I’m so pleased to earn your approval, Mini Bug.”

            Bloody Bug’s eye twitched. “I will smack you.”

            “Awe, what’s the matter, Mini Bug? Don’t like that I was the better hero today? If you want, I can give you some tips, little Mini.”

            “That’s it!”

            Bloody Bug roared and smacked Chat Noir over the head with the parasol, breaking it on his head. She blinked as the Akuma flew from it. She snorted and caught it while he mewed like a kitten and rubbed his head. She released the Akuma and watched the ice and storm vanish as Stormy Weather reverted to Aurore, one of her schoolmates.

            Aurore blinked and sat up. “Where am I? What happened?”

            “Hey, aren’t you that girl part of the weather girl contest?” Bloody Bug asked.

            “I was, but I lost,” Aurore pouted.

            “Seriously? And you threw a little tantrum at losing? That’s some piss poor sportsmanship,” Bloody Bug berated.

            “So? I was supposed to win. The people had to love me over Mireille. I was clearly the better option.”

            Bloody Bug laughed. “With that attitude? I’m surprised you even made it to the finals. No wonder Mireille beat you.”

            “Excuse you. Who are you to make that judgement?”

            “Oh, I don’t know, maybe someone standing before another someone who allowed herself to be akumatized and turned into a monster for being a poor sport. Little advice, Sunshine. If you’re going to compete in anything, you need to understand that there is always the possibility of you losing to someone better than you. Yeah, it sucks to lose, but there’s always that chance and we just got to deal with it.”

            “And how would you even know?”

            “Because I’ve competed in sports for years now. I was like you when I was younger and always threw the biggest fits over losing. It took time, but now when I lose, I can accept the outcome. Just like you need to. You lost, it sucks, but you need to embrace it and move on.”

            Aurore growled and crossed her arms.

            “Look, be angry, upset, sad, whatever, but there’s no need to become a monster. Understand?”

            Aurore looked at Bloody Bug, then away. She sighed and nodded. “Understood.”

            Bloody Bug nodded and helped Aurore up. “Good. Sorry to hear that you lost. Maybe next time you’ll win. Never forget that either. Just because you messed up this time, doesn’t mean it’s the end all be all. There are always chances in the future to be better.”

            “Speaking of, Mini Bug, I’m waiting,” Chat Noir butted in.

            “For?”

            “For an apology. You hurt my fabulous head and broke her pretty parasol.”

            “Wait, is your name really ‘Mini Bug’?” Aurore asked.

            “No, and a certain fleabag is going to end up drowned in the Seine if he keeps calling me it,” Bloody Bug snarled.

            “Awe, but it’s a fitting name for one as small and adorable as you. You’re like one of those little purse, ankle biter dogs I see carried around and getting all dressed up. You just need a bow and you’d be just like them,” Chat Noir teased.

            Bloody Bug snarled. She grabbed Chat Noir’s arm and threw him. She listened as his screams faded to nothing.

            “Now then. Allow me to take you back to wherever you need to be, ok?”

            Aurore considered and nodded. “Thank you, uh, Ladybug?”

            “Not quite. I’m Bloody Bug.”

            “Seems… oddly fitting.”

            “Good. Maybe this butterfly person will take a hint. Now, hold on. We’re going to fly.”

~~

            Chat Noir crashed into the ground at Place des Vosages. People shrieked and jumped out of the way as he tumbled and slammed into a tree. He meowed and rubbed his head as Alya approached him. He looked up as she shoved her phone camera in his face.

            “Unbelievable! You’re here with Alya Cesaire as I meet one of our defenders, the cat boy. Tell us, cat boy, what happened? Who was that weather girl? Did you stop her?”

            “Uh… yes! I, the brave and wonderful Chat Noir, brought down the evil Stormy Weather with the assistance of Mini… I mean, Bloody Bug.”

            Alya beamed. “Bloody Bug? That’s her name? Is she bloody? What’s she like? What do you think of her?”

            “Well, uh, I mean, she’s pretty cool. Though, not as cool as this cat.”

            “What else?”

            “Well, she has a strong throwing arm?”

            “Was she the one that threw you? What happened?”

            “Oh, we were just teasing, like friends do.”

            “Friends or friends?”

            Chat Noir raised a brow and tilted his head. “I don’t get what you’re insinuating, but I better get going. I have somewhere I need to be. Catch ya later, reporter girl.”

            Chat Noir retreated before Alya could get another word out. He hid in a nearby alley and de-transformed before he headed back to the square. His bodyguard and the camera crew all stopped and surrounded him. They all voiced their concerns and relief seeing him in one piece.

            “Now then, let’s get back to the shoot!” Vincent announced.

            Gorilla, Adrien’s bodyguard, put a hand on Vincent’s shoulder and shook his head.

            “We aren’t going home already, are we?” Adrien asked.

            Gorilla nodded.

            Adrien’s shoulders dropped as he was escorted out of the square. He looked back as Vincent and his crew packed things up. He looked past them to see Marinette and the little girl was free of that ice dome and with Alya. He smiled, happy to see she wasn’t in danger, but he couldn’t shake the disappointment. He was looking forward to hopefully modeling with her. He wanted to do something nice for his new friend.

            Adrien sighed as he got into the car. He looked out the window as Marinette and Alya disappeared, and he was taken home. Maybe next time.

[meaniezuchinni]

Trying to draw kids roller skating is harder than you’d think. They’re swallowed by gear!

@bonnies-trash-corner I’m just gonna keep tagging you when I draw derby Louise, lemme know if I should stop.