#the PUN BALLERINA BOY

[tangledinink]

sweating. gotdamn y'all have a lot of questions about swanatello the silly ballerina.

[rikan-oo]

So I was thinking about creating a loose list of recs for ORV fans or, in other words, "If you liked ORV, you also may like this." I decided to add things less obvious because I think people already read works like Trash of Count's Family, etc.

Princess Tutu

“The beginning of a story is a sudden event; the start, a happy accident, the end, the fate for which it's meant. A story that never ends is a sad fate.”

Let's start with Princess Tutu (PT), anime, not manga because they're different. I watched it about a week before ORV and after finishing both, I can't help but notice their similarities. However, meanwhile, ORV is about the relationship between the reader, the author, and the protagonist, and PT is more about the relationship between the author and their creation: the story and its characters. Don't let the name fool you, don't be like me. It's much darker than I expected from this style and genre. Be ready for angst.

Plot: Ahiru is a small duck in a pond. One day she notices a dancing boy with a very sad gaze. Boy every day goes to dance near the pond and the little duck is completely mesmerized by him. She can't help but notice sadness and loneliness in his dance. She wants to make this boy smile and at that moment a writer Droselmeir appears. He tells her that she could do this by collecting shards of his broken heart but under some conditions. He gives her a magic pendant that can transform her, first into an ordinary human girl, then into the graceful ballerina Princess Tutu, a fictional character from the tale that was doomed for tragedy in the original story.

Later we find out that this city is kinda enchanted by Droselmeir's tale (reverse isekai before it became mainstream) and some characters broke out of the tale like the boy by the lake - Mytho or Raven - the villain of this tale. Tale elements blend interestingly in the city and its residents.

Also, I have no idea wtf is happening with the main characters' dynamic in this complicated rectangle, but there is no straight explanation for this.

I can't help but see some parallels between Mytho - KDJ, Fakir - both YJH & HSY, Ru - HSY, and Droselmeir - Dokkaebi. I love how the story describes characters doomed by narrative and the struggles of being a writer. Also, all of these subtle references to fairytales at the beginning of the episode? Love it. I bet there are more references for the ballet part, but I probably didn't get it. I gently encourage you to check it out. (Definitely not gently, I'm as desperate as Kim Dokja trying to advertise TWSA to other people)

“May those who accept their fate be granted Happiness, may those who defy their fate be granted Glory.”

Miss not Sidekick

It's a much simpler read, just to chill and have fun while laughing at Mc shenanigans. Plot: Typical isekai story, where Mc is a fan of the internet novel of the reverse harem genre. When isekaied decided to invent popcorn and enjoy full time 4d immersion in the story.

There are not so many similarities in themes like with Princess Tutu, but more the role of MC – Latte as reader. I liked how she continued to behave like a spectator of a story inside Isekai world, treating it like she's inside a special 4D theater, not existing in this world as a part of it, until she couldn't.

Until her 4th wall is shattered (*badabums* it's a bad pun, she doesn't have it like kdj) and she realizes she could actually die, (quite shocking I know). Also, MC invents BL for this world and converts other people into it. Overall, the art style is different from other isekai romfant and it's something you need time to get used to, but after a while, you understand it suits perfectly for the narrative and silly tone of the comic.

Inso's Law or My Life as an Internet Novel

I feel like it's more reverse isekai similar to orv, where the story becomes part of your life. But if in KDJ's case, this transition is obvious and life-crashing, then in MC's situation is really creepy. It blends seamlessly into her regular life making her feel insane because everything remains the same except having a whole new friend who behaves like your bestie and a different school, where everything starts to feel like a romantic novel full of clichés. MC like KDJ is also unreliable in her perception of others here and thinks her knowledge of clichés like a reader-outsider makes her more omnipotent than she really is. Too bad they used 3 person POV, so it's really obvious, but funny nevertheless. (One of the cases where she thinks one of her classmates is a girl pretending to be a boy cause of some kind of cliché family drama, when in fact it's just a boy and I find it funny how this classmate looks like Jang Hayoung twin and have similar fate, poor souls) guess she also has similarities in her character to pre-scenario or regular life KDJ. They both seem to have this introverted avoidance type of personality. I'm curious about supernatural events happening in manhwa and I hope we'll get some explanation for it.

Pandora Hearts

Nice little thing with funny and cute tea parties that everyone would enjoy. 😍

SHHH, nothing about the plot. Let it be a small surprise for you.

It's all vibes and similar tropes now, folks.

Like dynamic between the main trio: Gilbert - Oz - Alice YJH - KDJ - HSY. Also this time loop thing? Daddy issues? Self-sacrifice as a form of love? Ugh. (Also, I need this scene with Oz and Brake "Where in the world are you?" But with KDJ. Maybe I even draw it).

It's all for now, maybe I'll write more. Please share the recs if you have them!

[petra-creat0r]

Deltarune: Fool's Fate Chapter 1 Bosses

Now that I've posted Remie's ref, time for the main bosses of Chapter 1 of Fool's Fate! Why are there two? Why not? (Really it's to make it easier to cram like, 14, 15ish tarot cards into 10 chapters?)

The rulers of the attic Dark World. Or more accurately, the leader and her right hand man. Upon entering the attic Dark World and after meeting Remie, Chicago and CK (and Broadway) run into The Magician (aka The Magnificent Magician Magico) first as he barges through Remie's little fortress to stop the Lightners from closing the Dark Fountain in the name of the The High Priestess (or High Priestess Bailette who isn't properly met until the very end of the chapter.)

Magician fills a sort of Lancer/Queen role, following and trying to thwart the party as they traverse the attic world, all the while, idolizing his Priestess. Being very active and eccentric as well as trying to test the party's (pr specifically Chicago's) potential.

The Priestess, meanwhile, is only mentioned throughout the chapter until you fight her and Magician in the final battle. Her presence is felt but she's rarely seen. Even when you do finally meet her, she's cool,, level-headed, and quiet.

Even in the final battle, Priestess isn't actually shown to attack that much, mostly providing support by boosting Magician's attack and using some support attacks that are easy to dodge on their own.

Their names (at least the ones they tend to go by) are derived from the tarot cards that inspire them. Magician being, well, the Magician, and Priestess being the High Priestess. (For the names Magico and Bailette, Bailette comes from a previous iteration of this story, The Puppet and The Real Boy, and is a pun on ballet, baile, and the name suffix -ette. Magico is just derived from magic and I added an -o to the end) Asides from being inspired by tarot cards in both name and personalities, their actual Light World items are a magic kit and a ballerina music box.

Backstory under the cut

Once just a simple Pirolette among the choir, Bailette wasn't really anyone of note. She played her role, she sung her part, as just another voice in the crowd of sopranos representing the populus of the attic world.

Yet even despite her small role, Magico (head of the Baritone/Bass section) was completely enamored with her. He found her voice alluring, its soft and quiet notes matching her gentle and subdued personality. ... And so it turns out, Magico wasn't the only one whom Bailette had caught the eye of either...

For one day a Knight arrived to the land. Twisted ribbons dancing in the wind as they stabbed into the earth to give this world its form. A great geyser of darkness flowing forth and amazing all the Darkners who witnessed. After wards, the Knight declared the Lightners the Darkners worshipped abandoned them long ago, leaving them up here to rot and collect dust.

The Knight then pointed to Bailette, appointing her the land's new Priestess and leader and warning her that soon a group of Lightners will arrive, only to try and seal the Fountain the Knight just opened. Soon after, the Knight disappeared, leaving the attic world to it's own devices.

Now left on the throne, Priestess went a bit mad with power. She locked up anyone who dared to oppose her and started plotting silent revenge against the Lightners who had abandoned them and their world. She appointed Magico as her head Magician and right hand, her loyal guard who was tasked with carrying out her will. The Magician was happy to oblige, still madly in love. She was his Priestess, and he was her loyal Magician. Together they ruled from the top of the Choral Chapel. ... Until a group of Lightners stumbled into the world, just as the Knight foretold.

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[findroleplay]

F here in my mid 20s searching for an 21+ partner for MxF, MxM, or platonic rps. I write male characters, in third person past tense, and generally can write from 4 paragraphs to pages.

So I’m looking for a little OC x OC rp! I’m thinking the typical skater boy x ballerina/badxgood pairing. Two people who were actually semi great for each other who gave into society and ended up separating for a time only to reconnect later and realize they were still what one another needed. Reckless and chaotic Skater x ballerina/snooty equestrian/seemingly high strung (pun intended) violinist/artist/anything we come up with

There’s a lot of ways we could take this and I’d love to bounce ideas back and forth!

-

[fiapartridge]

will + daisy’s relationship dynamics !

“i love you” gf + “i love you more” bf

brunette + blonde

chef bf + taste tester gf

daisy overthinks everything, but will is super patient with her

daisy’s scared of seeming annoying, but will loves hearing her talk

daisy needs constant reassurance + will is always reassuring her

chef bf + baker gf

daisy’s always cold + will always gives her his hoodies

will has the prettiest eyes + daisy loves making eye contact with him so she can stare in them all day long

ballerina + hockey player

younger gf + older bf

whenever daisy gets drunk, will is always her dd (he doesn’t trust anyone else other than gabe to take care of her)

“i hate my voice” gf + “i could listen to it for hours” bf

dumb + dumber (that’s what gabe calls them, but they’re both equally dumb)

daisy has the cutest laugh + will is constantly cracking jokes just to hear it

short gf + tall bf

tutor gf + tutoree bf

daisy’s allergic to everything + will’s always making fun of her for it

hockey player bf + their #1 supporter gf

ballerina gf + their #1 supporter bf

enemies (sorta one sided since will never hated daisy lol) to lovers

golden retriever bf + poodle gf

will is absolutely hilarious + daisy laughs at everything

will loves milk, but daisy’s lactose intolerant

anxious gf + her safe person <3 #welovewill

lalalala gf + okokokok bf

daisy loves the daytime + will loves the night

hockey player + figure skater (daisy did a couple figure skating lessons bc she was like ballet on ice! & she’s definitely not as good of a figure skater as she is a ballerina but it’s something fun to do while will is on the ice with her!)

short bossy gf + tall bf who follows her around

daisy loves the beach + will loves the mountains

gf who loves the sky + “you’re my best view” bf

daisy hates olives + will loves them (#shoutoutolivetheory)

will has a tiny dimple on his left cheek + daisy loves to poke it

daisy can’t stop making puns + will secretly loves them

gf who loves to cuddle + her teddy bear bf

pretty gf + bf who’s wrapped around her finger

daisy’s a control freak + will just goes with the flow

omg daisy loves astrology + will doesn’t understand anything but he tries for her

daisy loves to travel + will is her travel buddy (they want to go to italy in the summer)

girl with high standards + the perfect boy

bookworm gf + keeps them company while they read bf

swiftie gf + bf who was transformed into a swiftie by his gf (it’s one of daisy’s greatest achievements)

will’s a night owl + daisy stays up late just to talk to him (it’s the other way around if daisy is too anxious or stressed to go to sleep + will will stay up to talk to her)

OKAY LAST ONE BC I FEEL LIKE I PUT SO MANY ITS GETTING A LITTLE OVERBOARD

daisy’s favorite flowers are baby’s breath flowers + will gets her new ones for her desk 2 times a month on the same days of every month (the 1st day of the month & the 15th) - he won’t even tell her either or like present them all grandly to her, he’ll just be coming over to hang out, put it on her desk, and continue on with his sentence -> there’s always a little note in their telling her that he loves her or that her ballet performance last night was amazing or that he’s proud of her, it’s just small romantic gestures that makes them them

[froggy-1988]

Should I run away with the circus? Again, I mean.

So spent hundreds of pounds on train tickets, on hotels to take my son to the world's oldest permanent circus. It had classically train ballerina's dancing between every act, live music for every act, and performers from all over the world, it had acrobatics done blindfolded thirty feet up, it had a teenage boy doing thirty backflips in a row on top of one of his brothers feet. It had clowns that were full of puns, current jokes and interactions with the audience - we were right in the front and then the whole ring lowered into the ground and flooded with water so the final act could be performed on a tiny platform surrounded by water fountains.

My kid was so bored. ..

Like completely unimpressed.

He kept asking me when we could go home.

I give up.

[bloodypinkdress]

Happy little Freaks: a concept.

(This is just for shits n giggles so please don’t hate or attack me for anything this is just for fun lol. Unless it gets serious then I will be more than glad to keep working on it :) )

Happy little freaks is a Horror concept based on another horror project “Welcome Home” by Partycoffin/Clown.

I do not take credit for any of their work,content, ideas, characters, art, or any association involving his project. Everything and anything that involves their content does NOT belong to me in any way, shape, or form. And all that is stated is completely fictional, and definitely fanmade. I know nothing of the plot or story behind welcome home (as hoping for all of you). And I don’t intend to assume it’s story, it’s simply a work of fiction.

Some concept names for this story will be preferred to be called: Ring of smiles/Happy little freaks/Take your seats! Or Jaws of fun! For now however, it will be called Happy little freaks.

This is an Alternate Story where before Welcome Home was created, before they even existed. A project called Happy little freaks, An innocent little show about a circus with clowns, animals, ballerinas, sometimes acrobats and skits as well.

It mainly focused on circus shows and skits. The main character Magnolia, was considered the “Ringmaster” despite being female, she represented pride in one’s self. To be what you want to be no matter what you are, to have fun and get the spotlight at the same time.

However before Welcome Home(or during the circus), she had a different name, a different voice, and a different personality as well. But what should deprive from her old self is lost. Because of her renewed personality and body, she unfortunately can’t remember or recall anything from her past life. So for know, until more of herself is revealed, she’ll stick to her Neighborhood name, Magnolia.

Before they could air their show, they had some Families with children to come into their studio to point out the things they liked and didn’t like. So this way they could know if they would reach the right audience.

1. Charlie Charmer:

The main character close to Magnolia was closest to was Charlie, a friendly, silly clown with a whole collection of charms. They were seen as a couple, a lowly clown and the Ringmaster. Charlie was a raggedy boy with an eye for acrobatics. However he is scared of heights, he still loves to watch them perform. Charlie is also seen as a cunning little fellow, almost like a sneaky spice dancer. He danced, sung, juggled almost anything you can give him, anything to impress the audience. Charlie charmer, the lackey, right hand man to Magnolia. The families (mostly the kids) found some sort of relationship with him, like an imaginary friend or someone you can dream of to comfort you.

2. Silvia Slithers.

And let’s not forget that dynamic duo! Silvia Slithers ought’a give you shivers! Which her outstanding twists, curls, and flips! She can be seen on Magnolias shoulder, arms, or around her neck. Some ideas to why she doesn’t appear in most art pieces is because of the pun “There’s a snake in my boot!”. Silvia slithers is seen as a partner, as in like a best friend to Magnolia for her love for snakes and cats. Silvia’s occupation is ring sport, acrobatics, and simple circus tricks. She can sometimes be seen in the corners of your eye! She’s a mischievous character and she always loves to see something new every day. She’s seen as a bit of a troublemaker but she still enjoys the presence of her friends. As some audiences would find her disturbing or weirdly ominous, some parents even hated her design because she was the serpent that tempted Eve, but she takes nothing from no one. Besides that her disposition focuses on slyness, lying, and teaching kids to be brave and to sometimes lie your way out of things.

3. Kitty Katerina:

Then there is that feral feline! Kitty Katerina, the circus cat, and also the fluffiest cat you’ll ever meet! Katerina has an impulsive personality, as she is known for randomly pouncing on people and being the villain/beast in their shows. Katerina towers over the rest of the cast as she is the tallest character! She enjoys scaring people, giving people riddles to solve, and her favorite; playing with yarn. She has a very cat like personality (obviously) which involves getting into peoples space, making biscuits, clawing at the curtains and basically anything that would bust anyones chops. She enjoys junk food like ice cream and candy apples, but her ultimate favorite are corn dogs! Some sketches of her are always her holding or having one in her mouth! But aside from that, she is a nice feline. As she would be the first to welcome new audiences and children love her! As they find her extremely fluffy and huggable.

4. Annie Eight-legs (thinking of changing/replacing/removing):

Now we can’t forget about the delicious sweets and snacks! Don’t want anyone to take any without paying!(you know kids!) Meet Annie Eight-legs, The keeper of the things you can eat at the circus. Foods like Popcorn, candy apples, cotton candy etc. Instead of catching flies, she catches snacks! She hangs on her web eating for someone to come by to get something. But be careful! She has an eye for tricks and pranks! Just like any of the circus members there, she is just as vibrant. Annie has more of a spider like body, making her a little scarier than the rest of the cast. But since she takes care of the food, people aren’t so scared of her! She has a, rather impulsive disposition than the others. Like having an eye for shiny, or sparkly things like watches, diamonds, and of course, lights. She is attracted to bright, colorful lights which is why when she’s not with the food, she’s at the circus! Making sure nobody causes too much trouble. The kids find her a bit scary, but some love her personality, teaching them tricks, mischief and how to deal with things. Always quick on her eight legs and never gets them tangled up. The parents aren’t very fond of her because she’s a spider, and who likes spiders right? But still, Anna is there to help kids get over their fears, and to sometimes cause a little mischief.

5. Magic Twins (Manny⚣ & Marley⚢):

But of course, a circus must always have some magicians to raise the thrill! Meet the magic twins, They are quite literally connected! With their amazing skills and juggling tricks, they turn up the applause, despite being conjoined twins, it won’t stop them from doing what they love! The left twin is named Marley (female) and the right twin is Manny (Male). Both have a taste for trouble, mischief and entertainment of course! Parents find them creepy because they are literally connected to eachother, while the children feel the same way. Unfortunately they weren’t very popular at all.

6. Jackie-Jester (contemplating hard on design):

And for this funky Vibe, There must be a specific mascot to match it! Jackie-Jester, the joyous and funky clown of the circus! Also one of Magnolias close friends, As she take strong interests in clowns and anyone out of the ordinary! Jackie-Jester performs some dare-devil acts that’ll leave you shivering! Like sword swallowing, juggling torches, and the iconic sword throwing, she has either Magnolia or a fellow clown on the target, but Magnolia tends to turn up the heat! Leaving the audience chattering their teeth as they pray to the lord above that the ring-master herself doesn’t accidentally get impaled or hurt from the swords! But don’t worry, when Jackie is doing it, it’s completely safe.

7. Daisy-Dewdrop (Contemplating on design):

And with circus excitement, there must also be a time where people need to relax a bit. Take a break from all the crowds and noise! Daisy Dewdrop is the circus blossom, a calm yet musical flower indeed! She plants flowers and even some small sprouts around the circus’ tent. And yes, the flowers she plants are alive like her. While an intermission or when the crew it taking a break, her team of sprouts and flowers sing relaxing remedies! A truly wonderful feeling especially when in a place where everyone is always screaming and cheering. Daisy seems to like music and harmonies, however, she doesn’t actually participate in circus activities. She either idly watches or sometimes she decorates the tent with her luxurious wreaths of white magnolias and bright roses! Don’t worry, she makes sure which flowers are alive and which aren’t! Families find her a good role model for young girls because of her lack of work and idleness. However, she was created to show that even with limited opportunities to do things (she’s fragile as a flower), you can still do the tiniest things, and people around you will appreciate it for what it is. Like Magnolia taking a liking to her flowers, and often attaches one to her top hat! Some art includes magnolia wearing various types of flowers on her hat! Sometimes one, and sometimes many! On some occasions she takes her hat off, and is seen wearing a black dahlia, or sometimes a Rhododendron flower(she takes favor in flowers with deep meanings, but! Mainly because they are exotic!). Magnolia also own a bouquet of lavenders and Aspen flowers. These flowers she adores so much. And with Daisy’s popularity, she is only noticed for how “calm” and “fragile” she is. She is barely recognized for her work and representation.

8. Two-Faced Willow(contemplating on changing name or title):

Moving onto the two-faced clown, wasn’t as popular like the magic twins. However, Two-faced Willow was created to express different emotions, to show that it was okay to feel different about people sometimes. Two-Faced Willow would constantly change her emotions, she was either Sad, or Happy. It literally spills it in her name. All separated emotions deprived from each side of her. If she was angry, she would be on the sad side, if she was excited, she would be on her happy side. Same with Normal and other calm emotions too. Any other negative emotions hanged along with her sad side. She was the only character with a somewhat light or pale color scheme. Well, at least in her natural side, which was there to only represent her main design; and different colors meant different emotions. Her natural side would be calm and relaxed, like nothing to worry about. Her main job has to do with trying to get a laugh out of the audience by constantly changing her emotions, getting them confused and somewhat tricking them. “Oh no, I’ve lost my lollipop again! I’m so sad, I think I might start to cry. -she digs her hands into the pockets of her costume, she has a surprised expression and changes her side- oh wouldya lookie here! I found it! Not so sad anymore is it?”. Is only an example of what she would do. Children find her a little frightening, since she’s pretty loud when she talks, especially on her bad side. And parents don’t really have any sympathy for her, since all she can do is switch and switch. As mentioned, she wasn’t really popular.

9. Ringmaster Magnolia (Real name unknown):

And we can’t forget the main host! Ringmaster Magnolia, the star of the show. Always getting the attention and love from the audience, always known for having the whitest, strongest teeth. As a reminder to children to always brush their teeth, so they can look like her. Magnolia was always such a daredevil, always taking risks for the audience. Her favorite thing to snack on are candy apples! It’s never too hard or too sweet for her to chew on, nothing her jaws can’t handle. She’s always sponsored holding at least one candy apple. She always appreciates her workers and company, she like the roar of applause because it makes her feel whole. She has an eye for any outcasts, people who are looked down on by society, she finds them fascinating for who and what they are. No matter what they look like, she treats them as equal as anyone. They make her happy, in which you can never catch her frown or cry, she’s always accompanied with a wide grin on her face! And let’s not forget about her image, she is always best with being as fashionable as possible for her audience, to show off her skill while also having fun. However, no one knows for sure if she was a she, at all. Because if you look at the cast, there was no female actress to play the voice of Magnolia, but a male actor. No one knows his name for sure, however that is still being worked on. Why would Magnolia have a masculine voice if she was clearly a strong feminine figure? No one knows just yet. But her unsolved name could be an answer, she had a different name when in the show (if you didn’t already know, Magnolia only appears in Welcome Home, that name is only to fill in for the unknown one). The mystery still remains unsolved, but there is more to come from that. After all, she was much beloved by the parents. And the children loved even the sight of her, as she was the star of the show. However, some families didn’t want their children watching when she was onscreen, because they didn’t agree with her personality. And the fact that she looks painfully similar to the beloved protagonist of Welcome Home, could be another answer as well.

[corneille-moisie]

my tags master post in alphabetical order

abolish money ^^ i just like that this is my first tag in alphabetical order lol. pretty self-explanatory and tells you exactly what kind of person I am B)

an addams family post includes posts about the comic, the tv series, and the movies, fanart, cosplays...

an audhd post includes posts about both adhd and autism

an art post includes traditional art, sulpture, digital art, some fanart when i feel like tagging them as art too (sometimes nsfw)

a ballet post from now on, im gonna refer to myself as a retired ballerina

a book post includes posts about books, that i read, that I want to read, that i'm writing...

a cute animal post includes cute animals : bats, cats, rats, crows, owls, etc etc etc

a decor post includes post about decor and decoration

a disability post includes post about physical and mental disability, chronic conditions, neurodivergence, etc

a fanart post self explanatory

a fat post because i gleefully glorify obesity :D

a feline post meow

a flora post includes plants and flowers and trees and

a food post usually comes with a recipe, might also only be me talking about what i'm making

a handmade post sewing, knitting, mending, crafting, etc.

a language post post about languages, linguistics, etymology, translation, etc.

a movie post includes posts about movies i'm watching, want to watch, or that i like, sometimes includes reviews

a music post includes mostly audio posts, probably also post in which i talk about music in general, a lot of japanese and/or goth music

a queer post includes posts about genders and sexual identities, including but not limited to mine

a pirate post arr ! get stuff for free :)

a poll post self explanatory

a pun post i want to make a pun here :(

a resource post includes a lot of master posts, drawing resources, writing resources, etc.

a tv show post includes posts about tv shows im currently watching, or shows I like in general the addams family, ReBoot, Interview With The Vampire...

a vampire post including but not limited to the vampire chronicles, carmilla, dracula, nosferatu, the hunger, what we do in the shadows, the lost boys, eventually some of my ocs as well, and etc etc etc :)

a video game post includes posts about dragon quest I through XI, dragon quest builders 2, zelda in general, animal crossing, stardew valley, sometimes mario kart and the sims (4 mostly) too

a visual kei post including but not limited to blam honey, BLOOD, dir en grey etc., eliphas levi (most of key party tbh), luci'fer luscious violenoue etc., malice mizer etc., schwarz stein etc., vidoll........

a writing post includes posts about my writing, writing resources, posts about writing and being a writer in general

firefox extensions i figured i could group them all under the same tag

hope this helps hope this helps !

my cats includes posts about Lugosi, Wendy, Frankie, and Storm

my ocs includes posts about Astride, Orlège, Gladys, Hydrange, Isadore, Jasmine, Ségolène, Victor...

obligatory corvid reblog includes posts mostly about crows and raven, but sometimes about blue jays and other corvids as well

obligatory schwarz stein reblog because its schwarz stein ♥ includes possibly all my posts about schwarz stein, rudolf steiner, hora, velvet eden (only with hora), kaya, femme fatale, node of scherzo, isola, meties (are there even posts about meties here lmao) because schwarz stein brainrot :)

show of face incudes posts where i show my face

[milkytheholy1]

HC 21: Ballerina s/o

Request: could you do ht ROTTMNT x ballerina reader?

TMNT masterlist

Ultimate masterlist

Raph:

Practise, practise, practise.

At least, that's all Raph saw you do.

Don't get me wrong, Raph loved watching you train, to see you so dedicated to your craft.

He could relate, always working out, constantly training for the next fight.

He even did sit-ups every day!

Well, used to.

He often found himself zoning out when you practised in the lair, it wasn't necessarily his fault, it was just that the sombre music you played made his eyes fall shut.

He was always slightly jealous of how quiet and precise you could be with your movements.

He would keep telling you you'd make a great ninja.

But he knew your passion was dance and the thought of scurrying in the shadows didn't seem ideal.

In the end, Raph was always proud of your dance skills and was behind you no matter what you chose to do.

Leo:

Leo likes to think of himself as a man...well turtle who can do anything.

So, of course, he tries to get in on the action.

He'll watch you do a move then try to copy it.

Emphasis on try.

He just can't seem to point his toes like you can and he can't get his leg as straight as yours without cracking.

He also doesn't really like the music you dance to, it's too depressing and sad.

He knows your movements would flow better if you let your body relax against a more upbeat tune.

But your teacher told you to dance to this song and you've made up your mind, so what can he do?

He'll encourage you from the sidelines, often racking his brain for some puns or just nicknames to call you.

"Lookin' gooood, twinkle toes."

From the moment he's said it, you know you've been doomed as twinkle toes for the rest of your life.

And on a more obvious note, he absolutely loves the outfit.

Donnie:

Donnie appreciated fine art more than his brothers.

Seeing how he was the most intelligent out of the bunch, he chose to indulge in more classical acts.

Does he actually enjoy these finer things?

That's up for debate.

He likes playing classical music in his times of triumph, which makes him feel 'powerful'.

And he also likes instruments like the violin or the harp.

But most of all he loves his ballerina s/o.

He's, of course, read all he can on the art of dance just so he can offer some bits of advice when you're in a rut.

Unlike his brothers he doesn't mind the music you have to dance to, he says that it compliments the movements you make.

Likes to watch you practise and dance when he's stressed out, helps him calm down and feel at peace.

Would be caught dead if you caught him learning moves from a YouTube video.

Mikey:

Loves everything about dance so when you rock up in a tutu he can't control himself.

You have to understand that Mikey is basically a rubber ball, the boy is ecstatic all the time and very bouncy.

He doesn't quite understand ballet but he likes the 'fluffy skirt'.

Just like Leo, and secretly like Donnie, Mikey tries to keep up with you.

And he does pretty well at it, more so than his older brothers.

But the music, oh my god the music, it has to go.

How do you expect him to dance to this garbage?

Ignoring your complaints and whines, he whips out his boombox and presses play.

He knows you're meant to be doing ballet but he can't help but pull you into his arms as you dance.

"You gotta let loose, (Y/N)! Let the music control you!"

Yeeeaah, sometimes you don't practise at the lair cause you'll know Mikey will turn it into an impromptu disco.

[nice-kill-tanaka]

Hello there, I was wondering if I could have a regular matchup for Haikyuu please?

I am 5'2, she/her pronouns and straight. I'm pale, with natural rosy cheeks. People say I have doe eyes, dark brown. Hair color is the same color and it goes down a few centimeters off the shoulders, but I usually wear it in a ponytail. I am toned, not like a fitness influencer lol.

I am an INFJ, Pisces. I am anti-social most of the time. I'll only talk if necessary to work on a school project or my friends are uncomfortable speaking. I am the "mom" friend of the group, always making sure everyone is doing okay and keeping up with their schoolwork. I think I am kind because everyone tells me it's nice of me to always help everyone. I try my best to provide realistic advice, even though I'm pessimistic. My humor is cheesy puns, word play and sarcasm. I can be moody sometimes and accidentally snap.

I love dancing, it's my "dream" to be a professional ballerina/dancer. I like reading (fantasy, adventure esque novels)and walking my dog. In general I enjoy nature by going hiking and seeing the different plants and animals. I am fluent in Spanish and English. I hate procrastination. I dislike/hate anyone who is ignorant or oppresses minorities. I don't like public speaking or being at events by myself because I feel like everyone is judging me. I prefer having a plan, but if I'm told there is a change of plan I'll do my best to go with the flow.

I hope this isn't a bother, and that you're having a nice day or night. Please remember to take care of yourself 💗

[🌄 @magicaldancer5678 requested one (1) regular Haikyuu!! matchup. I have just the ingredients for that! Sit tight while I get to work.🌌]

Aaaaa thanks for the self-care reminder 😖 I really forget about that stuff sometimes, so it’s nice to hear it. Also,,,do I have a tumblr mom now 😳? ‘Cause I really wouldn’t mind that...

I’ll say, this one was an easy choice:

🏔Takanobu Aone🏔

🌱Humble Beginnings🌱

If you were being honest, the only reason you chose to go to Date Tech was because your childhood friend, Kenji Futakuchi, wanted to go

Something, something, “Best volleyball defense in the prefecture”, something

And while you hardly ever made your choices based off of Kenji’s, the high school you went to had no bearings on the things you liked to do

You would still go to the same small dance company every other day. You’d still walk the same scenic trail to walk your dog (and scare yourself with your own existentialism lol)

And regardless of where you went, you’d still treat Kenji like your rambunctious teenage son. Making sure he’s keeping up with his homework, volleyball, and self-care needs

Besides, the curriculum seemed flexible enough so you didn’t have to be weighed down by excessive schoolwork

While we’re on the subject of schoolwork though, one of your teachers seemed to have an obsession with “group collaboration”

((Which you clearly dreaded on the regular 😓))

Normally, you’d stick to Kenji’s side while he momentarily teased you for “being obsessed with him”. But, things were being mixed up for one particular project

The teacher would pick your partners for you

…Yaaaayy…🥲

While Kenji was paired with a girl you remember him thinking was pretty not too long ago, you were paired with one “Aone Takanobu”

The name was vaguely familiar to you, mentioned once by Kenji while you were on the subject of volleyball. But, it was only in passing. You couldn’t put a name to a face

Well, that is, until a tall shadow loomed over you and your desk

The boy behind you was what you assumed to be your partner, big and built like a solid brick wall. His face seemed permanently stuck in an intimidating and contemplative expression

But…you could tell that he was trying not to scare you by the way he slouched, or make you feel too small compared to him

He looked awkwardly off to the side before speaking

“I’m…your partner.”

The fact that you knew Aone was trying to show himself friendly comforted you. So, you decided to put in the same amount of effort that he was into making him feel safe with you

However, after the period, you were specifically warned by Kenji:

“Aone…he’s got a habit of looking more scary than he actually is. Judging by how you guys worked today, I can tell he likes you. But, don’t let him intimidate you too much, okay? ‘Cause he takes that kind of stuff really hard.”

Of course, while you weren’t worried about being scared away by your partner, you understood Kenji’s concerns. His warning was an indicator of something that’s happened multiple times. And you saw it firsthand while you and Aone worked together

You saw how people refused to sit next to him on the train, how mothers pulled their children close when you and him walked by, how most women and smaller men would go out of their way to move to the side of the street you and Aone weren’t on

And while Aone seemed used to it, it didn’t keep him from looking upset every time it happened. And in turn, it made you upset

Not because you pitted him, but because you knew Aone was so much more than the monster under their beds

Without even telling him, he picked up on your schedule for dance practices, waiting just outside with his jacket and a bento from the convenience store Kenji mentioned that you liked

((“A…thanks for offering to do most of the speaking” he said the first time he did it. The most he had ever said to you at that point))

You realized that he hated ordering for himself at restaurants, so you made sure to ask for the foods he liked before going to work at the café you’d meet at sometimes

The first time he went to your house was to do the final touches on your project, and your parents and your dog absolutely loved him

((Your mom made an out of pocket comment to you about you and Aone “making cute grandchildren”, to which you blushed and insisted you and him were just friends, hoping that Aone didn’t hear))

(((He did)))

You and Aone did wonderfully with your project, passing with flying colors. But…even so. Aone wanted to see you more, in whatever way he could take

Kenji mentioned how he’s tried to get you to become the volleyball club’s manager, but has declined because of dance and other responsibilities

But, you did start working at the library so you could check out extra books on certain days. And you did tutoring for English and Spanish to rack up volunteer hours

And suddenly, Aone had an idea

🌳Flourishing Love🌳

Now, Aone has had a crush on you since you worked on the project together. But, now that you regularly see each other for English tutoring, it’s been getting a lot harder to hide it

Every time you brushed up against him, he’d get so hot that he would begin to sweat

The more Aone learned about English, the more he appreciated the corny puns you made, even cracking a smile every once in a while

And appropriately for someone so quiet, Aone loves to listen to you talk about your aspirations as a dancer and interest in literature

There was just so much to love about you, Aone had to let it out somehow

((Of course, Kenji knew all along, but stayed quiet to indulge in the whole “will they, won’t they” thing))

On your end though, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The only change you’d note would be Aone opening up a bit more

((Which was saddening because you were bitten by the love bug too but shhhh-))

However, you picked up on something going on during your tutoring sessions with Aone

The notebook that he often used during your time together? He started being a lot more secretive, selective about what he let you see in it

You saw that Aone would quickly flip over certain pages. And he never let you see the inside of the back cover

But, after one particular session, Aone offers to walk you home, since Kenji was busy

As you walked and talked, Aone only got more and more antsy about confessing to you

You just looked so beautiful in the evening light…

But, how would Aone ever put his feelings into words?

Until he realizes that he already did

When you finally get to your place, Aone hands you his notebook, completely red-faced:

“Look through it. Don’t hate me…”

And before you could reply, he had already left

You weren’t sure what you expected to see, but it certainly wasn’t what you actually saw in the notebook

Tons of crossed out love confessions to you (In English and Japanese). Doodles that you hardly believed were of you, evident by the big, doe-y eyes people said you had

But, what sealed the deal for you, was on the inside of the back cover

“Aone (F/N)” with hearts and stars doodled next to it

You were quick to call Aone, and ecstatic when you said the first thing to him:

“I love you too!!”

And you did, that was a fact

Everything about Aone, from the silent comfort he provided when something got on your last nerve

To the questions he asks about the things you love, no matter how small

But now the gentle giant was yours, once and for all. And you were his sweet little doe 💙

Bonus: Your first date was at a small ramen place after one of your dance recitals! Aone lended you his jacket, and you felt like you owed him something. So, you gave him a quick peck on the lips under the guise of “broth on his face”. Talk about a flustered mess!

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[🌌 There you go bud! That’s one matchup for the road. Hopefully it lasts for a while, but if it doesn’t, feel free to come back! I’d be thrilled to see you again.🌄] —Reagan

[ghosttotheparty]

cotton candy skies always look better in person

(also available on AO3) 

1.

The truth is, none of Jens's friends knows what happens on Thursdays.

They'd stopped pestering him years ago (although they started for a bit again when Aaron joined the group), and it just became accepted as one of his Things, one of his trademarks. Toothpaste, greasy food, and the fact that he fucks off to God-knows-where every Thursday after school are some of the things he's known for within the group.

Not even Robbe knows. Robbe, who knows close to everything about Jens, save for a few things, including what the fuck he does on Thursdays.

It's not that he's ashamed or embarrassed, he's not.

But really, he'd rather his friends see him in a hoodie and on a skateboard than in pink tights, holding on to a barre.

So yeah.

Every Thursday, Jens the skater becomes Jens the ballerina, like some sort of superhero transformation. That's why he declines to hang out with the Broerrrs after school, even if there's the promise of cute girls wherever they plan on going. (Jens never tells them that there are plenty of cute girls where he goes, too.) (Not that he ever actually checks them out; he's too busy keeping track of the music.)

None of the other dancers go to his school, and none of them live in his neighbourhood, so he never worries too much about someone coming up and greeting him when he's out with his friends. Just to take precautions, though, he had told his friends, the few he had at the studio, "If you see me in public, don't greet me," and they'd laughed, but shook his hand as a deal. Thursday dance practise is a secret.

Of course, he didn't only practise on Thursdays. He'd gotten a barre installed in his room when he was fourteen, and coincidentally, that was around the time he'd begun making excuses for his friends not to come over until it became another unspoken agreement: they don't hang out at Jens's. He supposed he could have said it was Lotte's, but that wouldn't have explained it being in his room. He'd decided not to risk anything.

Jens has thought of ways to tell the about the ballet. 1) Just invite them over and when they ask about the barre ("Why do you have one of those ballet things in your room?"), just tell them ("Because I do ballet."). 2) Stage it like a coming out. ("I have to tell you guys something.") (Jens will have to do that too, he figures, eventually, but that's a problem for another day.) 3) Invite them to a recital. Tell them to dress nicely, actually nicely, and tell them where to go at what time. Jens likes this choice the best. It was mysterious, cryptic, maybe a little weird, and maybe he should have them see him actually performing, instead of letting their imaginations wander to little girls in pink slippers and skirts upon hearing the words "I do ballet."

He still hasn't done it, of course. Three recitals have gone past since he came up with the idea, and truth be told, every time he walks out of the theatre, bouquet from his mother in hand, face almost covered in stage makeup, he is absolutely terrified that he'd going to walk into one of them. There's always a text message the night of a performance, an excuse to not chill with them: Sorry, I can't I have to babysit Lotte I'm just gonna take it easy tonight Can't, my mom needs me a heavy pit in his stomach every time, like one of them is going to call him out on his bullshit. But luckily, the recitals weren't on a tight schedule and were spread out enough on the calendar that none of them noticed a pattern.

After practise, he always changed into jeans or sweatpants and a hoodie, his tights and two pairs of slippers stuffed deep in his duffle bag, under an extra hoodie and his water bottle. He knows that even with all evidence of ballet hidden in his bag, it'll still be hard to explain him standing outside a dance studio, talking to people still in dance attire, and carrying a bag if one of his friends (or worse, someone from school who definitely won't keep it a secret) were to see him.

It's rare that he doesn't completely change into street clothes after practice.

But tonight, with Moyo's drunken texts, and everybody's Instagram stories full of flashing lights, plastic cups, and music so loud you can barely understand the lyrics, Jens figures it's safe.

He throws a hoodie over his long-sleeved leotard and runs a hand through his hair absentmindedly before pulling socks on over his tights and slipping on his sneakers. Standing, the hoodie reaches his mid-thigh, and he tugs it down when it hikes up as he pulls his bag over his head. After pulling his pointe slippers on his bag, he makes his way to the exit, putting a thin gold hoop through his ear lobe. He always takes it out before practice, not wanting it to get caught on a girl's tights.

The air is cool outside, enough that he shivers slightly in his thin tights. He scans the sky for a second, admiring the pastel blue and pink, the kind of colours he'd see at a baby shower, before pulling his phone out of his pocket. There's a text from his mother, "On my way," sent a minute beforehand. He runs a hand through his hair again before shoving both hands into the pocket of his hoodie, shrugging the cold off his shoulders.

"Jens!"

He startles at Damien's voice and then makes his way to where he's standing, leaning against the wall of the studio building. Damien is a sweetheart; he'd offered to hide Jens if he sees any of his friends after practice. And he could. Damien is bigger than one would expect a ballerina to be, but the way he picks up the girls in practise and tosses them looks almost effortless.

"Hey." Jens bumps his shoulder against Lena's, who is standing facing Damien.

"Fucker." She turns and hits him, a reaction possibly a little dramatic for his greeting, Jens thought, but he giggles and shoves her hand away anyway.

"All's good?" Jens asks as he holds his hand out to Rosa.

"Yeah, you?" She slaps their palms together and their fingers hook for a second before they both let go.

"Yeah."

This is the four of them: Damien, Lena, Rosa, Jens: a group of assorted souls that only match in the studio.

"You're going out tonight?" Rosa asks Lens, jerking her chin up at her.

"Yeah, what makes you ask?"

Rosa points at her face first, before looking her up and down and pointing at the rest of her. Lena usually didn't put her makeup on, her big, winged eyeliner, black lipstick, and thick, heavy-looking false eyelashes, nor did she get dressed, with her fishnets and all her ripped fabric, after practice, unless she planned on going out.

"Right."

They all laugh, Damien a little too loudly, like always. It's part of his charm.

Jens straightens his back, his arm lifting off of Rosa's shoulder, and stretches, groaning quietly.

"You good? Tough practice?" Damien asks, amused. He was supposed to help Jens stretch today, and he may have pushed him harder than usual.

Jens groans again, lifting his middle finger to Damien, who snickers.

"I'm out of here," Rosa says, looking up from her phone. She blows a stray curl out of her face.

"You don't love us anymore?" Jens asks innocently, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. She snorts, digging her fingers into his sides, and he yelps, pushing her back.

"My brother's here, idiot." She kisses Damien's cheek, stretching up as he bends down, and does a handshake with Lena. "See you next week."

They wave as she skips down the sidewalk and gets into a car.

"Damien, you should ask her out," Lena says loudly and flatly as the car drives out of sight. Jens can't help but agree. Damien and Rosa have been dancing around their feelings for each other for years. (Pun intended.)

"She doesn't like me like that," Damien replied, exasperated.

"She just kissed your cheek." Jens looked at him, equally exasperated.

"But-"

"Just do it, dipshit," Lena interrupts, smacking his shoulder.

"If I came here just for you guys to harass me..." He trails off as they laugh and glances at his phone as it buzzes. "Actually, I do have to go, I have to watch my brother tonight."

Lena grunts in disgust and holds her hand out to him. He takes it and lets go, bumping their fists together, before turning to Jens. They do the same.

"Later, buddy." He watches as Damien walks away, his ballet slippers swinging from his bag with every step.

"If they don't figure their shit out soon, I'm gonna come up with a scheme," Lena says after a second.

Jens snorts, elbowing her, and faces forward again. He catches sight of a teenage boy leaning against the wall of the convenience store outside the studio. He must have been hidden by Damien's form because Jens doesn't remember seeing him there before.

For a moment, his heart drops to his stomach in a panic, thinking it's one of the guys or someone from school, but when the boy lifts his head from looking at a camera he's holding, Jens calms, not recognising him.

They make eye contact, Jens and this boy, and Jens feels like his heart rate picks up and slows down at the same time. His eyes are blue, and intense blue, blue like Jens has never seen it, and one of them is covered partially by a lock of curly hair. They stare at each other for so long it's beginning to be weird, even though it doesn't feel weird.

"Is your mom coming to get you?" Lena's voice startles him out of his trance, and he looks at her, breaking his eye contact with the boy.

"Yeah, if she ever comes." He pulls his phone out of his pocket to see if there are any notifications (there are none), feeling the boy's eyes burn into him.

"You know I can always give you a ride home," Lena says, oblivious to the feelings ripping through Jens's body. She holds up the keys to her motorcycle, dangling them between herself and Jens.

"No, thanks," he says. It's suddenly difficult to talk.

"Don't know if you're scared or if that's your 'no friends outside the studio' rude."

"Hm." They narrow their eyes at each other, teasing.

Their staring contest is broken when Lena's phone buzzes, and she fishes it out of her pocket. Jens glances at the boy when she does. He's looking down at his camera.

"Well, you won't be getting a ride anyway, because that's Elsa." She sticks her phone back in her pocket. "I gotta go."

"You love your girlfriend more than me?" Jens feigns hurt.

"Yes."

"Oh, okay." He holds out his hand and they shake, bumping their fists together. She leans in and presses her cheek to his.

"See you next week," he says.

"Bye, babe."

As she walks away, Jens turns to look at the boy with the camera. He's looking at him too, a slight smile on his face. They stare at each other for what feels like both hours and seconds until the boy slowly lifts his camera and points it at Jens. Jens tries to suppress his smile, but can't, and it creeps across his face until he's practically beaming, and the camera flashes. The boy lowers the camera, looking at the screen, and looks back up, flashing Jens a grin and a thumbs-up.

Jens shoots him a wink and looks away as his phone buzzes, pulling it out of his pocket, seeing a text from his mom.

"I see you"

He looks around and catches sight of her car just across the street. Putting his phone back in his pocket, he sends the boy one more smile and makes his way to the car, suddenly self-conscious in his tights as he jogs across the street.

As they drive away, Jens sees the boy look back down at the camera.

[dipplie]

Temporary list of my stories and OC’s until one day I make a comprehensive and well made list:

Blinded:

Polli: My oldest OC and fun fact was my persona till she become edgy and I wasn’t 12 anymore. Everyone’s favorite yes yes I’m aware. Yellow, energetic, eats dirt and bugs, I can’t tell if she’s evil because of a wisp possession or just crazy. Breaks the 4th wall. Is she a Mary Sue???????? Who knows.

Melody: NOT Polli’s girlfriend despite Polli’s delousions. Has an abusive mom :(. Only has one eye and then no eyes and then robot eyes or smthn idk she becomes a badass when she gets older. But otherwise trembling in her shoes all the time.

Melodys Mom/Sharren: Bitch. Okay well all I’ll say is she’s old and grumpy and probably smells bad.

Louise: Total hotty, rich kid, FtM, got bullied as a kid for his weight. Had a squad of fans basically in high school. Lived with his mom after his parents got a divorce but his mom was semi abusive, projected her femininity onto him, and wouldn’t have been supportive of his transition, so between middle and high school he went to live with his dad and got his sex change and testosterone. His best friend in elementary and middle school stopped talking to him after his transition, and became his competition for the most attractive and sought after boy in school (except Louise is a sweetheart while his friend Tommy is a dick and really gross) His dad runs a company that specializes in technology, and after meeting and falling in love with Melody (even after all her abusive trauma and losing both her eyes) he has his dad and some of the developers create a way to get her vision back and I mean honestly I love him how could you not love him he’s so perfect.

Watching:

Fick: Big nerd boy with thick glasses. I feel like he’d use Reddit but don’t quote me on that. Big crush on Vivinya. Boy don’t wander into the woods- oh look dead body with a curse on it don’t touch it- aaaand now he has a wisp that makes him kill people, way to go kid. Panic attack central.

Vivinya: True crime girl, yucky yucky. Probably had a knife collection. “uwu I’m insane” except she actually is and starts using Fick to kill people for her and treats him like her “Yandere boyfriend” or something cringe and gross oh god. She deserves jail. JAIL. Needs to learn guys need to give consent too. Just overall sucks 1/10.

Tommy: I mentioned him early to be Louises ex best friend and rival. He used to have a crush on Louise actually but that don’t excuse being a BITCH!!!! Also needs to learn people gotta give consent he is just as gross as Vivinya. Cheats on all the girls he gets with because he’s again, a bitch. Idk if he deserved to get murdered though I mean he was still a teenager but it’s fine. Thinks of the song Seventeen from Heathers actually this story does feel a tad reminiscent of heathers with vivinya being a crazy and wanting to off a bunch of students. Huh.

Suzannie: Tommy’s older sister who’s a detective. What a coincidence. Monotone and depressed. Probably because her little brother got murdered. Gets real awkward when she’s talking about her brothers murder(s) to Fick and Vivinya like “when I find who did this to him they’ll regret being born”. Kind of really pretty actually.

Adolescents (there isn’t actually a story here yet but don’t worry about it shhhh):

Nelson: HIMBO HIMBO H- Jock stupid idiot big dork god he’s so awkward and his main personality trait is having a crush on Naomi and being a dork when talking to her. Probably could benchpress you.

Naomi: Gamer or something and a nerd geek. Her main personality trait is having a crush on Nelson and also being a dork when talking to him. Probably a weeb and fandom dweller. Can’t draw but she commissions artists to draw. She does write copious amounts of fanfiction though.

Andrés: Ohhh the school bad boy babyyyy. Baseball bat with nails in it or something. There’s like... A thing between him in Charlotte and he wants to be a thing but she’s being difficult and makes it hard to talk to her or about her and ugh.

Charlotte: Princess, high school princess. She’s actually pretty nice when you get to know her- but she’s a diva. Ballerina after school. Best friends with Naomi and doesn’t know what she’s talking about when she mentions ships or OTPs but she listens anyways because she’s a good friend. There’s like... A thing between her and Andrés but she doesn’t know if she’s super into him but geez he’s really hot but she gets such mixed responses when she asks her friends about it and what if it doesn’t work outttt.

Marlon: They/Them but they’re okay with either pronouns they aren’t sure yet, he or she is okay... Box boy box boy. Autism... He doesn’t want to admit He’s attracted to men but he’s totally attracted to men. He lives alone which is probably illegal for his age but somehow he manages. Everyone thinks he’s “the quiet kid” and he’s really sad about it no don’t make jokes like that please guys ahh-

Sing for Me:

Kat: The color pink, addahadda(adhd), angry and loud and short. For being only like 10 and being an adorable little lesbian dressing in sparkly pink dresses she actually likes screaming a lot and would totally sing heavy metal if her producers let her. Loud and mad but gets so soft around her girlfriend. “If anything happens to Brie I’m killing everyone in this room and then myself”.

Brie: French... Birds and stuff. Loves her girlfriend even though she is so loud. So fast. So much. Likes to write pretty things. Is only like an inch taller than Kat. Filled with so much love for everything.

Elliot: The girls manager. Lots of coffee. Stressed out of his MIND please help this man. Probably gay. Seems like a smug dick but he is just a tall and lanky dork that loves puppies and wants nothing more than for Kat and Brie to be happy. Accidentally brands them as sisters and then Kat kisses Brie and- oh fuck oh shit oh no what has he done. Hides the fan and non fan responses from them. Poor guy.

Horror Hosts:

Ichabod: Hot demon who’s the son of the current ruler of hell or something. I mean he’s hot, smart, and royalty, what more do you want. I very specifically hear the dub voice of Kyoya Ootori from OHHC as his voice don’t @ me. Goat legs????? Yeah??? Don’t be rude.

Barnabie: Ohhhhhhhhh big orc teddy bear I’m crying I love him????? He puts up a more confident ploy and the given stereotypical personality orcs supposedly have but he’s just a shy boy that wants to give girls flowers and call boys pretty. Help him.

Garrison: Gary Burger. Fat hairy gay man. I mean werewolf. Wouldn’t it be funny if I made the whole werewolf thing backwards and made him transform into a HUMAN only on the full moon??? Party animal, pun absolutely intended. LOUD AND FUNNY he’s a dork. Bites. Horny on main Garrison please you’re supposed pamper and flirt with the guests but not quite that much.

Vincenzo: Token Vampire but he’s Italian because I felt like it. Talk and lanky of course. Bitch face. Blood coffee? Yeah lots of coffee. Tired. Let him sleep in Ichabod. Steps on people. Can summon and reanimate corpses but has a bitter attitude towards them because they get annoyed with him as much as he gets annoyed with- everyone else. He does have a soft spot but idk where it is. When he’s talking to guests he’s more suave and sexy though.

Kai: Genderfluid haha get it because slime fluid-... I’ll stop. Probably objectively the hottest because they can look anyway they want and shift their vocals to sound like almost anything, also probably objectively the best in bed (if you’re okay with the texture of Jell-o) and honestly come on save some for the rest of us it’s not fair. This boy can SING oh my god seranade me and whisper in my ear baby. Spunky and sassy.

Hallvor: BABY OCTOPOD BOY OHHHHH I LOVE HIM HE’S SO SWEET AND IS AN ANGEL DARLING BOY SO EMBARRASSED SO SHY SOFTEST VOICE OHHH- ohhh nooo he’s got a knife ohhhhh Hallvor baby don’t be like that ohhhh... Used to work in hentai actually (I wonder why) but quit because of immoral practices and good for him we love that. Okay he’s not actually a yandere or whatever but he DEFINITELY wants to squeeze you a little too hard and has those crazy eyes.

Carla: Main character of this OHHC monster clone. She sucks I don’t like her because listen listen she kills monsters as a living and when she tries to kill our boys here, Ichabod catches her and goes “no” but then the rest (not knowing her murderous intent) fall in love with her and Ichabod is like: “shoot well I’ll keep you alive and around but I’m watching you” and blah blah romance and feelings and character development and wow she seems like she’s grown to care about them... So Ichabod removes a curse he put to prevent her from harming them or leaving... AND THEN SHE STABS THEM ALL IN THE BACK IM CRYING. I mean she might have an extra reason for needing to kill them but I haven’t decided if I want to actually put it in the story yet so.

Fingertips:

Maria/Marianna: Was this goth angry chick and the head of these losers but after a failed heist, fire, and being betrayed and dropped from a window on a 3rd or 4th story down into flames, and going to the hospital and changing her name, she changed totally and become a soft pretty girl... And then the next three boys went “HEY BOSS WE FOUND YOU” and she went “oh no” and now she’s just an anxious wreck like “no no no no no I don’t shoot people in the face anymore no no no no no” And has a fear of hands. Also was Diamontés best friend in primary school and yes all these characters went to the K-12 school all the other characters do/did. Pretty voice. The story is mostly about her being anxious around all the other characters because who was it that betrayed her and dropped her into the flames below? Find out next week on th-

Nikki: He’s that character that you see and immediately go “oh he’s gross and is angry and is a bitch” and you’re right he is and has a cockney accent and screams a lot and probably swings a knife around a lot, but he’s got a sweet interior (somewhere in there... somewhere) Screamo heavy metal. Him and the rest of these character briefly talked about having a band and then they didn’t and then at the end of the story they do and although he plays guitar mostly, if he does do lead vocals he screams a lot. Bitch.

Anthony: Pretty boy but like the “was in the army” pretty boy vibe. Probably played football in highschool. Pyromaniac. Punches Nikki a lot. Almost gives himbo vibes sometimes, almost. Kind of likes the old timey cozy aesthetic. Plays the piano sometimes but “oh I’m not very good at it” Plays extremely well

Diamonté: TALL. Purple goth boy aesthetic hellll yeahhhh. CRAZY EYES AND THEY SPEAK VOLUMES WATCH OUT. Drums. The scary kind of quiet because he just smiles at you. Crowbar. Okay but he’s actually really sweet though. Secretly loves watching Anthony and Nikki get into fights so that’s why he rarely puts a stop to it. I think he’s a sadist. Can be a gentle giant, but can also be a not so gentle giant. The only time he’s really talkative is after copious amounts of booze.

Unnamed/Undesigned 1: Literally a pimp and he’s pretty gross. Blonde hair and pink and white clothes.

Unnamed/Undesigned 2: Chick that likes to throw knives and be angry and threatens Marianna a lot but in a quiet and monotone way, Marianna is pretty scared and hopes that these are just shallow threats uhhhhh.

Unnamed/Undesigned 3: Sells guns (without a lisence of course) and wears a bandana over his face a lot. Tired. Grumpy.

Unnamed/Undesigned 4: Like Marianna, was cold hearted and cool but then got caught in the fire and got all soft. He only has one eyes but how sweet his eyepatch is a heart. Recoved along side Marianna and they are good friends good friends tha- wait Marianna are you going back with them oh god you can’t do that oh dear oh no oh-

(I don’t have a story or name for these two but they’re my comfort ship OC’s and my current hyper fixaction right now):

Rodriquéz: I literally designed him with almost all the traits I find attractive in a guy other than freckles so as you can imagine I find him super HOT. I also designed his personality on what I find attractive from a guy so as you can imagine I find him super GREAT. But anyways he’s grumpy and closed off and monotone and smug. I really could go on for hours about how I want him to step on me I’m so sorry guys. Both him and Samantha give the “21 and having immature fun” vibes. They’re a thing but they like going to bars together and splitting off and doing their own thing (or doing someone else’s thing if you get what I mean haHhahHhahGahGhaha-) But so help them if anyone doesn’t oblige by the “no” from one of these two, someone’s gonna get beat up.

Samantha: (She literally just my personality shhhhh don’t tell anyone it’s a secret) Bubbly, energetic, a little shy by extroverted, bombshell blonde or something? It took me way too much time and effort to design her but I’m really happy with how I finally designed her, I love her outfit. She could kick me in the face and I’d say thank you. Girly drinks at the bar. Got that trauma and anxiety™️ secretly though. Skips and jumps a lot. As I’m typing this I keep looking up at the drawing of her and more and more I would want her to also step on me.

(Space Story I don’t have a nice title for):

Unnamed/Undesigned 1: So... Funny story this story originally was with me and uh... My ex I guess... So I gotta replace the MC’s... Whoops ahaha... Awkward. But anyways the MC is a robot and a girl and is a slight tsundere or smthn.

Unamed/Undesigned 2: Has a space ship, works for this organization in space that protects the galaxy. Is cocky, lazy, sly, oblivious, and an idiot. The love interest- obviously. Probably accidentally committing space crimes. (Like space pirating hAHAHA-) Kind of cool when he wants to be.

Dandelion/Dandy: CAT. WITH A JET PACK. Kind of an asshole. Fun fact used to be Polli’s cat but then when the Second MC crash landed on earth she was like “fuck this noise I’m going with space boy laterz” (okay she can’t talk but she thought it).

Zizii: Lesbian alien? Yeah???? Okay but I mean her main character trait is being a dorky back alley doctor and engineer obsessed with the MC because they’re a sentient robot with emotions and a lazer arm and rocket boots WOW!!!!!!!!

Story I want to revive:

So I had a story I started writing a long time ago about this tech theatre kid that had a crush on this other theatre kid character, but in a play that other character has to kiss another person for the show, and as the story progresses the MC convinces themselves that it isn’t just a play and that their crush actually loves and is kissing that other kid. And in the play, that other character is supposed to die. Show night comes along and they die, but like actually, and by the hands of the MC (Idk maybe like a light falls on em or smthn). So it’s a grotesque scene the audience sees as just an act. (Mutters I dunno I think my idea’s cool...) So I’ve been wanting to design these characters and work more on the story but I’m busy being obsessed with Rodriquez and Samantha so. (And the Horror Host Club too I love them too still).

Other Characters that either don’t have a specific story or are kind of like background characters:

Jacqueiliquinne Merril: Sara Berry vibes from 35mm (go look up The Ballad of Sara Berry, maybe like an animatic idk the first one that comes up is nice) But otherwise rich, pretty, popular, bitch. Tries to like, steal Louise from his squad and it’s like bro that’s unnecessary who hurt you that’s so rude. She gives Nui from Kill La Kill Vibes too. Oh she knows her name is long and annoying but you have to say the whole thing.

Brianna: Jaqueiliquinne’s sister. Big titty goth gf??? She’s pretty popular too and kind of a bitch too but to a much lesser degree. Her and he sister throw hands a lot when no one is around, you know, “THEY GIRLS ARE FIGHTINNGGGG”.

The Louise Fan Club: 4 characters I haven’t named yet. One writes fanfiction of Louise and shares it with the others and with him sometimes and although he thinks it’s a bit weird he also finds it a tad endearing and supports her. One is an aspiring photographer and is constantly asking Louise to model for him. One is an artist and draws Louise all the time. And one is an aspiring musician who writes songs based of Louise’s relationships which again he finds a little weird but endearing and supports her.

The Jacquiliquinne Merril Fan Club: Genderbent-ish (I say ish because one of the characters is a little bit less defined gender wise) versions of the Louise Fan Club. Yes I’m lazy, and no they don’t get along with them, infact they hate each others club with a passion. 

Unnamed/Undesigned: I wanna make some hacker kid just because I wanna have one.

Unnamed/Undesigned: I also really wanna have a super cutesy magical girl and then a really super duper generic boring character probably like star vs the forces of evil idk I never watched that show but it looks cute.

Me: I exist in the universe fukc you I can do what I want it’s my story and I get to chose the who also if you wanna be in the mess of a universe go ahead draw yourself with my OC’s I allow and encourage and appreciate it. I literally made the Horror Host Club as a sort of Harem story and you are absolutely allowed to make out with them if you’re a monster fucker DO it GO ahead it’s canon.

and that is ALL I have FOR now Knowing me I’ll make like 12 more characters by July, and I mean I need more characters for the high school anyways so...

[eclipsing-maestro]

Voice Reference - Vitale

Bold for major details, Italics if it rarely happens

► ACCENT: “country” │ “backwoods” │ “sailor” │ “noble” │ foreign speaker | “The Queen’s English”│

Vitale doesnt have any unique accents. How she speaks is very modern, but because she is mute due to the loss of her voice, having taught telepathy will be no different from the old days that she speaks. So maybe in the world, how she mighy speak is considered foreign... maybe?

► ELOQUENCE: educated  │ uneducated │ doesn’t use conjunctions │ shortens words │ just makes up their own words  │ old English │

Currently Vitales talking builds up “spiritually.” The volume slowly generates like shes a talking android, but slowly becomes more clear if she keeps a sentence going.

► TONE: loud │ soft │ room volume │ high pitched │ low pitched │seductive │velvety │ speech impediment │ abrasive │ gruff │ shrill │ booming │ matter-of-fact │ toneless │ husky │ gravelly │ breathy │ nasal │ barking │ chatty │ condescending │ musical │suave │ world-weary │ brash │ authoritative │ lisp

Vitale does have a very gruff voice, but its mostly that way because its a tone of habit. For it to be so gruff and husky, she does keep it very minimally soft but only when she’s too relaxed. Some part of her voice does tend to be musical since she loves to sing, even in telepathy when her voice was ruined. And in a sense, out of another habit, she lip syncs with her telepathy so as long as she lives she wont forget what it was like to being use to really talk, or sing. Though her lip syncing is a rare occasion. A little thing about her tone is one thing thats accurate to her being a tomboy, not just by style, but her behavior.

► HABITS: refers to self in third person plurals │ incorporates different languages / terms / sayings │ uses gender-specific terms │ adapts to audience │ changes pitch around animals or children │ shifts tone when lying │ gives others nicknames │ uses terms of respect towards others │ pauses in mid-sentence to work out the the right word │ incorporates colorful descriptors / analogies

Vitale tends to communicate with a usage of metaphors. She does give others nicknames but respects their choices on whether they approve or not. Her tone does indeed shift, but rarely. If her tone adjusts, its usually either when shes around Jowell, her beloved, in a more sweetish soothing tone, gruff but not husky. She does incorporate other languages and in mix but thats just because she mixes it around out of a jesters humor. Hardly as she even communicates cus shes not much the social type around others, she uses her metaphors in a way of making puns or really bad jokes. But with her tone, she sounds too serious, that some people question how an unknown auri like her could have such a voice

► VOICE REFERENCE

ENG: Kimberly Brooks

Examples: Link 1 Link 2

JPN: Yū Kobayashi

Examples: Link 1 Link 2

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[sonatassolo]

◊ ♫ ◊— look what the cat dragged in! that’s SONATA LEMAITRE and THEY are an around 24-year-old CASUAL VISITOR to the store, but they’ve been in the neighborhood for 2 YEARS. I think they are a CLASSICAL MUSICIAN, BARISTA AT BEAN BREW and I overheard them listening to THE BALLET OF THE RED SHOES by BRIAN EASDALE, and, I dunno man, it seemed pretty fitting. Like, call me shallow but I look at them and think of QUINTESSA SWINDELL and { stained glass windows, snuggling in an oversized sweater, the smell of honey, constantly carrying around sheet music. } 

Hi hi! I go by Toon. You can message me on tumblr for plots as I decide if I want to be part of the discord (i! am! shy!). I get if you skipped straight to the bio/wanted connections. I’d never know! I rec read more on dash with xkit as this is a lot of text for my wee blog to handle right now (to be fixed later)

Some Basics About Sonata 

Ballet of The Red Shoes: From a 1948 ballet drama film. Quick Summary a ballerina must choose between her career (constantly pushed upon her by her boss) and her romance with a composer. The story tackles both “art versus life” and “work versus love”. Sonata’s life has always been about work and art over life and love, and as the weight of those choices grows heavier, Sonata is starting to want to push back on the confides of classical music by finding and expressing their own individual creativity, sense of self, and desire to experiment. 

Sexuality: Pansexual

Personality: Sonata is currently struggling with being stiff, as in: all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. They aren’t a rule breaker despite maybe wanting to be, but will make silly decisions to prove someone wrong. They can be a little too responsible, but they are desperately trying to come out of that. Their family has a rich history in classical music and they can be a bit snobbish about their interests though not on purpose. 

Likes: Good music, warm drinks, sunny afternoons, waking up really early so they have some time to themselves, showering right before bed, inside jokes, watching ballet, impromptu ABBA dance parties, good film scores, light white wines.

Dislikes: Excessive use of foul language, laziness, messy common spaces, nosiness, crowds, drinking a lot (is a lightweight), being challenged or undermined

A BRIEF HISTORY (to....be.....redacted if necessary)

Sonata was born to Augustin Lemaitre and Twyla Ward. Their father is an acclaimed composer and classical musician and their mother is a retired (due to injury, and later motherhood) ballerina (their parents met when Augustin was playing in the French orchestra of one of Twyla’s performances). 

Sonata was born in France and lived there until the age of five before their family moved to New York, where they lived five more years. Upon their parents’ divorce, Sonata lived with their father outside of New York who was financially better fit to have primary custody of them (for later reasons I will elaborate on...when I have....thought of them). 

After university Sonata moved back to New York around two years ago, and has recently gotten back in touch with their mother though unbeknownst to Augustin. Their goal was to more to NY to eventually secure a seat at an acclaimed orchestra without feeling like their father pulled strings (haha, pun). Sonata loves their dad, but deep down feels overworked and cumbersome amounts of expectation. 

They have an incredibly close relationship with their father, though they struggle sometimes to decide what it is they want versus what they think they need to want to please those around them. At what point did their life goal truly become their own? Sonata is really just.....trying to catch a thrill....

Sonata is the type to cry mid Opera. 

Sonata’s dad sends them money every month to help with expenses (they are spoiled) but they work and share an apartment with a roommate, either saving the money up in case they wake up one morning with a backbone, or giving some to their mother behind their father’s back. Oh no!

Sonata has a six year old white Persian cat named Bowie. They would die for this cat. 

They specialize in string instruments, most specifically violin (primary) and double bass.

WANTED CONNECTIONS 

The Roommate: Sonata lives in a two bedroom apt in Brooklyn. Knowing them, this apartment is pretty big and would be expensive for large bedrooms, a washer/dryer, and nice open kitchen layout. Looking for someone (gender not important!) where they would be close friends due to sharing space, and have bonded over the last two years. Most likely one of their best friends in the city! Must be cool with constant practicing and few guests!

The Regular: Sonata works as a barista part time at Bean Brew. This could be someone who comes in often and they’ve talked and what have you! Sonata will know their order perfectly (please tell me) and they may even be sort of friends!

The Jam Buddy: Sonata prefers to practice alone, but finding a like minded person in NY who loves music like they do? Iconic. They would practice or just sit and work on their own studying/sheet music/etc; would be cool cool cool. If this person is someone who could get Sonata out of their shell, I dare you. 

The Book Club Inside Joke: Sonata tried a book club once in Manhattan. They hated it. Went three times. Made a friend by quietly eye-rolling and joking about things. Both quit together, and now they hang! One of those friends you don’t know a lot about but want to/still get hype when you run into each other.

If you have any ideas feel free to hit me up c: 

[kayyeffsee-blog]

Bangtan fics that I’ve read and liked (will get updated)

uhh, so the thing is that a lot of jikook fics will be in here, as it is my otp. But I have  also put in many others. Thank you!!! (this goes in descending order, so newer ones will come on top, and i still have a lot of older fics, they’ll come at the bottom) (all fic titles in italics are my ult favs and all ships in bold have their plot and are not just implied)

On Patrol  and  On Patrol - Season 2 : jikook, yoonseok, namjin, police au, LOVE this series, check it out!

summary: Officer Jeon has his eyes on Mr. Adorable.Officer Min has a strange neighbor he can't seem to keep out of his life.Captain Kim finds comfort in his son's homeroom teacher. Well, cops need some loving too, right?

A Gilded World : i cannot believe this fic aint down there, yoonjin, must read, chaebol au (i love them), ULT FAV, kdrama au, with vmin who has a tiny storyline too, and side namseok, rated E, 169k words, bros jinkook, READ IT, the fic that got me interested in yoonjin.

summary: Jeon Seokjin has exactly four weeks to stop the impending engagement of his younger brother, doomed to a loveless marriage. The only way to stop it is to make a better match, more advantageous, more lucrative for the Jeon family. It's impossible. It's his only option.Min Yoongi does not want, will never want, will never ever even consider, marriage. It's not in the cards. He's stubborn enough to achieve the total ban on marriage talks. Except maybe his grandmother is a little more stubborn than he is, and maybe she's determined to see him march down the aisle.The chaebol arranged marriage au that exactly one and a half people asked for.

baby, love me hard and hold me tight : jikook, ceo kook, tsundere-yet-not-so-tsundere min, lots of smut, dancer jimin. summary’s too long.

all the light we cannot see : yoonkook, spaceship au, tsundere yoongi, wow i read a lot of those, rated E, 109k words.

summary (part of it):  (when jeongguk finally gets his chance to sail the cosmos, it’s onboard the ship of an aggravating man named min yoongi. he thinks it’ll be extraordinarily dull—but the universe, and the legend of treasure planet, have other plans.)

note: another not so common yet not completely rare pair, i honestly love this fic so much.

nobody's like you  : jikook, college au, pissed jimin,dense kook, a cute fic, rated T, 20k words. 

summary: if you have a crush but you don't know you have a crush, is it really a crush? and other great philosophical debates with jeon jeongguk.

or, jeongguk kinda fucks up and jimin can only take so much.

흰 여름 ('White Summer') : yoonmin, non-au, lil angst, rated T, 24k words. 

summary: “Diversity,” Namjoon had said when he had explained the concept to them. “Learning to love yourself, no matter what.” “We already did that,” Yoongi had pointed out. “Literally the same title.” But Namjoon, when he looked at him, had seemed strangely bright and somber at the same time. “Not like this,” he had said.Or, Jimin and Yoongi have to kiss for an MV. And deal with the fallout.

7 Minutes in Heaven : yoonmin, highschool au, fluff, mutual pining, rated T, 8.4k words, too long a summary.

♛ Chrysoprase ♛ : vmin, abo but with a twist, aristocracy au, ongoing, a piece written beautifully, rated E, 39k words, rich tae and poor min.

summary (partial):  Taehyung is a rich boy who gets captivated by a trapeze act from an unknown Omega at a theater show sending him on a ride of emotions--and ruts. 

   Mono No Aware : jikook, rated E, 104k words, divorce au, model agency au, summary’s too long.

Cotton Candy  : highschool au, yoonmin, highscool band au, another GREAT fic, set in the 90s, 240k words, rated E.

summary (partial):  As spring turns into summer, school band Cotton Candy unexpectedly loses its singer and the members are forced to look for a new vocalist. Six boys find one in the form of the promiscuous pink haired boy Park Jimin who makes a home in their hearts and finally finds a place he belongs.

Beta Tau Sigma : come FIGHT me, but this IS a classic, frat au, i scrolled through this long ass post twice, i cant believe its not down there, namjin, you need an ao3 acc to read this, anyways i suggest you to make one, crack, 123k words, rated M, shenanigans, side yoonmin with a tiny storyline, FAV. 

Before This Christmas : taegi, non au, amnesia, a great fic, rated T, 8k words, summary’s too long.

black versus blue : taekook, soulmate au, a LOT of angst, i LOVE this fic, hurt/comfort, dr tae, side yoonmin and namjin, rated E, 41k words.

summary: Taehyung had always dreaded meeting his soulmate, unlike the rest of the world’s population. He always hid the words scrawled in black cursive on the inside of his right wrist and felt terror at the thought of them turning blue, of his soulmate speaking them.

And as he sprinted down the packed Seoul sidewalk, hot tears streaming down his cheeks and sobs choking his throat, he knew he'd been right.

Or was he?

sick boy : vmin, LOTS of homophobia, fluff and angst, dystopian korea, its a really good fic, rated M, 8k words, side namkook and yoonseok.

summary: Jimin has always lived in a society where pride was held higher than anything else. His kind nature is unwelcome, and he spends most of his life alone.

Taehyung is the boy who dyes his hair every week, is too eccentric for his own good and is, most importantly, not like the rest of the town that they live in.

Look out the window, do you see love? : jikook, I LOVE THIS, kidnapping au, ceo kook, college student min, tsundere kook, heavy smut and drama, rated E, 100k words, summary too long.

a blessed touch, skin deep : yoonjin, slightly platonic, oneshot, fluff, massage au, but not the smutty kind, rated G, 3k words.

summary: Hoseok recommends his favorite masseur to Yoongi.

Yoonjin Massage AU, with side Hoseok/Jimin and Taehyung/Jungkook

the heart of a siren : jikook, pirates au, angst, enemies to lovers,rated E, 92k words.

summary:  Beware of what you take from the sea. She is not a treasure to be plundered, but a dark, vast void that will swallow you up and think nothing of it.

The Collabofornication : yoonmin, idol au, rapper au, lots of smut, 32k words, enemies to lovers, rated E, 32k words, summary’s too long, really good.

teeter totter : jihope, such a cute fic, 5+1, i love this one, neighbours au, 5k words, rated T.

summary:  five times jimin accidentally stumbles into his neighbour and the one time it’s very much on purpose.

Take Care : a short jikook, accident au, angst and fluff, rated G, 2k words, college au.

summary:  Roommates Jungkook and Jimin are in the midst of a friendship rift until an accident brings them together again.

Bibbidi Bobbidi Boo : yoonmin, rated T, royal au, 34k words, cute, i really like this twist on classics kinda thing.

summary: Everyone (including Taehyung, Jimin's best friend) could only talk about the ball the royal family was going to give in honor of the princes. Every single one was thinking and worrying about which clothes they should wear and how to impress the two, very single, princes. Jimin? He could only think about the new regular, who had a sweet tooth and the cutest smile he had ever seen.

The Universe Has Moved For Us, Without Missing A Single Thing : minjoon, such a feel good fic, tsundere min, canon, with a bit of yoonjin, so good, rated M, 14k words.

summary: Jimin is tasked to create his next comeback with his least favourite producer at BIGHIT, RM.

He is petty and bitter from day one.

Or, is he just really bad at feelings?

yesteryear's charms : jikook, hp au, a lot of fun, enemies to lovers (if you dont know, im a sucker for this particular trope), rated M, 18k words.

summary: After losing a bet, Jimin has to perform the Jingle Bell Rock routine from the iconic Muggle film, Mean Girls, at Hogwarts' annual talent show, dressed in red pleather and black knee-high boots. He receives a bigger reaction from certain people (read: ult rival Jeon Jeongguk) than expected.

a dose of salt : jikook, I LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS FIC, with a lot of taejin, doctors au, enemies to lovers, pls check it, its great, rated E, 145k words, ongoing, almost finished.

summary: Park Jimin is a renown cardiothoracic surgeon—a genius, a medical prodigy, the best surgeon at the hospital. He’s kind, friendly, handsome, and patient. He’s also the son of the hospital’s Chairman. But nobody needs to know that since he’s worked for and earned everything he’s accomplished on his own without the help of nepotism.Everyone loves him. 

Everyone but Jeon Jungkook, the hot new military trauma surgeon straight out of the army. The decorated veteran is brilliant and quick witted, but has a hot temper and absolutely zero tolerance for bullshit.

When Park Jimin makes a bad first impression on him, things get extremely salty between the two very different personalities.

playing with fire : vmin, ONE OF MY ULT FAVS, rated T, 30k words, college au, drama actor v, dancer min, enemies to lovers, SO GOOD, laser tag.

summary:  Despite never seeing eye to eye on things, Taehyung and Jimin find that they have more in common than expected through a game of laser tag, a play and a dance competition.

At 4 O'clock, I'll Stay : vmin, footballer (soccer) v, bar owner min, enemies to lovers, a good fic, grumpy min, rated E, 35.8k words.

summary (part of it):  the one where Taehyung goes to Jimin's bar to talk bad about his latest soccer matches and Jimin waters down his drinks by "accident."

Happy Ending : namseok, implied OT7, massage au, rated M, smut, 2.3k words.

Rose Quartz and Pink Opal : such a good fic, i love this, if its down there im sorry just tell me in the comments, jikook, rated T, 21.4k words.

summary:  “Everyone is born with either 1 or 2 small powers. If 1, then your soulmate has the other. They will swap the first time you see each other, and you will obtain both when you fall in love. If born with 2, you have no soulmate.”

tell me how to make this better : hurt/comfort, angst, vmin, non au, such a good fic, go check it, summary’s too long, rated T, 44.6k words.

loverboy : vminkook, a masterpiece, manipulation, assasin au, powers au, rated M, 9.7k words.

summary:  this much jimin’s figured out: sometimes, somehow, his words make people fall in love with him.

Never Judge a Book by its Cover : jikook, rated M, library au, 25k words

summary: Thanks to Jungkook's idiot best friend, he drowned the books he borrowed from the library. Now, he has to work there to work off his debt. He doesn't really like the job but that one boy that always has his nose burried in his books makes his days much better.Or in which Jungkook meets bookworm Jimin and falls harder than he thought he would.

note: squeelll, I love this fic!

we've got chemistree : jikook, rated T, 19k words, fake dating au. (can’t put summary bc its too long)

note: I love love love it. do check it out.

The Pink Envelope : yoonmin, no ratings, 12k words, highschool au.

summary: to a prompt I received on tumblr "Oh shit, sorry I got the wrong locker" When Jimin is sending love letters to his crush via locker but fails because it is Yoongi's locker.au where 6 of them are highschool students (Jin has already graduated)... and Jungkook is also in highschool with the rest of them (please don't ask me why I just want him to be there hahahaha)

note: cute and fluffy.

Him : jikook, rated M, 35k words, college au, dancer!jimin au.

summary: 'And like the dawn, you woke the world inside of me You were the brightest shade of sun when I saw you' or “I mean a muse,” explained Yoongi, eyes traveling to Hoseok. “Someone that makes you feelthe shots. Not only take them.”Jeongguk snorted. “You’re just whipped.”“Maybe,” agreed Yoongi, winking. “But it works.”

note: touched my feels, lovely.

Nu ABO: A Memoir by Park Jimin : jikook, rated E, 34k words, non au, a/b/o au.

summary:  The world didn't think it was necessary to give him a guide when it shoved all of these omega hormones at him, so here it is, Park Jimin's handbook on dealing with heats, unrequited love, and Jeon Jungkook.

note: amazing! Omega jimin dont wanna be an omega, and tries really hard to be an alpha. easily one of my faves.

Blackjack : yoonseok, vmin, namjin, chat fic, game fic, slightly creepy but light hearted, happy ending, not your ordinary chat fic, LOVE this, puzzles, mystery, rated T, 78k words, summary too long.

Fake Sugar : jinkook, rated E, non-tropey sugar daddy au, competitive eater jin, rich jungkook, fake sugar daddy, 87k words.

summary: im sorry, its too long. but ill put part of it.

(Hedge Fund wunderkind and Certified Awkward Gay Jungkook needs a sugar baby to show off at work, and Professional Competitive Eater and Objectively Beautiful Human Jin just wants to stop working shitty side-jobs. Fake Sugar Daddy AU. A trope and a half.)

note: a rare pair fic. (that rhymes, lol) i love the author, i have read all of his fics, i think. 

Worldwide Lonesome : yoonjin, rated E, 39k words, non au.

summary:  After the BBMA, Yoongi starts bringing guys back to the house.

note: i honestly love this ship and fic, it talks a lot about how closeted jin is and this fic has a great characterization for jin.

 Pause, Rewind, Play: jikook, non au, rated G, 3k words.

summary:  Jimin doesn’t know why it starts. Maybe it’s the eightieth post he’s seen today about him being rejected by Jungkook. But whatever the reason, Jimin starts to not care anymore.

note: loovve it, short and really good.

The Boy in the Music Box : yoonmin, mystical au i guess?, college au, rated T, 52k words.

summary: Yoongi doesn’t really expect anything special when he finds an old music box in his grandmother’s attic and she tells him to keep it. Oh sure, he expects the music box to be a pretty decoration to add to the stale interior of his small apartment. He expects it to play a tune and he might even dare to expect the barely-functioning little ballerina to dance along to the soft chimes, but that's it, really.The last thing he expects is for the little ballerina to take human form at night and throw his life out of balance with radiant smiles, soft giggles, and a heart-wrenching story.

note: another author i absolutely love, this fic is amazing. its one of the only fluffy ones that has made me weep! do check it out

pick me up, buttercup : taekook, soulmate au, crack au, 9k words, rated G.

summary: AU where your soulmate's first words to you will be tattooed on your wrist when you meet. Which freakin sucks, because Jungkook's forearm will now forever read "Hey baby, if you were a booger, I'd pick you first."What the fuck, universe.

note: a very light fic, i love it so much. its really really good.

Cherry Tree : yoonmin, hanahaki au, angsty, rated T, 10k words.

summary: Yoongi always thought that Jimin looked like a cherry blossom, like Spring had manifested itself in the form of a human.Now he knows for sure.

note: really good, not a tragic ending i swear.

good game, well played : vmin, library au, college au, rated G, 23k words.

summary:  AN EXCERPT FROM PARK JIMIN'S PLANNER (ft. Jeon Jeongguk) -grammar reading :( -get pasta -buy the nice guy from the library ❤MY BIG GAY CRUSH❤ coffee

note: super good, college aus are one of my favs.

fairy brat : yoonmin, 3k words, rated T, supernatural au.

sumary: “I don’t know if you know but,” Namjoon says, “Hoseok’s roommate is a little… difficult. Yoongi hyung is a good guy, though, I promise.”“Anyone who lives with Hoseok hyung can’t be that bad,” Jimin says.Jimin could not be more wrong.

note: tsundere yoongi, really good!

The Perfect Japchae : yoonjin, 19k words, rated T, neighbours/college au.

summary:  In the eight months he’d lived here, neither of them had done more than nod in greeting when they passed in the hallway. Most of the time he just ignored Kim Seokjin and went about his own business while inwardly seething. A little voice deep down questioned why, exactly, he was so pissed all the time whenever he thought about his neighbour… but Min Yoongi really didn’t have an answer.

note: i love this pairing, such a good fic!!!

aye, love (you led me to a miracle) : yoonjin, rated T, 6k words, Cafe AU, tsundere yoongi.

summary: It’s six in the morning and all Yoongi wants is some fucking coffee.(Not to be, not to be assaulted with a possibly illegal stare and a smile that could probably bring dead flowers back to life, god dammit)

note: such an amount of fluff, i love it.

I need you boy (you're beautiful) : jikook, chat fic, rated T, 18k words.

summary: (part of it)

t h e d e s t r o y e r: jimin who is ur future husband

ChimChimz: ok so like

ChimChimz: here’s the thingy

00ngi: omfg you don't even know who he is

ChimChimz: uM

note: love it, really good.

to be with you : jikook, rated T, non au, 4k words.

summary: 5 times jungkook tries (and fails) to confess to jimin and the 1 time he succeeds.

note: really cute fic, but i think ill not put notes on all fics now, im getting fed up

A Wish Your Heart Makes : kook/everyone, polyyy, smut, another venturing into newer waters fic, rated E, 16.6k words.

summary: "This can't be the right translation," Taehyung says, before Jungkook can do something crazy like just ask to suck Jimin's dick. Taehyung has his phone out, and is frowning as he taps the screen. "But I looked it up on Naver, and there might be something called sex pollen? Sex pollen? Like, plants?"

gladly beyond : jikook, 21k words, rated M, enemies to lovers fic, sports fic.

summary: too long, but jimin sees the tattoo of his “enemy” at a strip club.

note: another trope i love :)

Riptide : jikook, i actually visited this 10 times?!?, rated M, non au, 62k words, rated M.

summary (part of it):  A three year story [2013-2016] of coming together, breaking apart, and putting each other back together again. Jeon Jungkook learns about change, growing up, and the hardships of falling in love with a friend.

note: really love it

Hey, Baby, I've Got My Ion You : jikook, chem au, bad puns, rated T, 4k words.

summary: 

everyone: fvck the maknae jimin: i'm trying - (aka: chem au where jeongguk jumps two grades and becomes jimin’s lab partner and maybe a little more than that.)

note: copper tellurium (loll)

honest you do : jikook, idol au, reality show au, 26k words, rated T.

summary: “Do you think you’ll be a good husband?” Jimin smiles. “I’ll really, really try.” 

Korea's darling, Park Jimin, gets married.

note: a great fic, honestly.

In the Line of Fire : jikook, are you even here?, if so ty, frat au, 11k words, rated E.

summary:  For some reason, Jimin was everyone's favorite target.

A truth universally aknowledged : yoonmin, college au, rated T, 6k words.

summary: "It is a truth universally aknowledged that Park Jimin has the most wanted ass out of the whole college."AKA 5 times that Jimin gets asked out and Min Yoongi butts in + 1 time where the tables are turned.

Unrequited : yoonjin, taejin, hanahaki au, rated T, 3k words, not a happy ending.

summary: The Hanahaki Disease is an illness born from one-sided love, where the patient throws up and coughs of flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. The infection can be removed through surgery, but the feelings disappear along with the petals. It can be cured without side effects only when the feelings are returned. 

Seokjin starts coughing up crimson-red rose petals.

pulling shapes just for your eyes : taekook, reality show au, rated E, really good (i cant be bothered to make a note lol), 110k words, a lot of sex.

summary: The number one rule when you're a producer on a show like Miss Right, Taehyung thinks, should be do not fall for the bachelor. It's such a shame Taehyung has never been good at following rules.

ringa linga : fluff, yoonmin, one-shot, best man au, rated G, 3k words, crack.

summary: Best man Yoongi needs to pick up the rings for his best friends' wedding. The problem? The clerk won't hand them over.

Enter lifesaver and fake-fiancé, Jimin.

note: light-hearted, really fun.

Heart of War : namjin, 173k words, royalty au, really frickin good, ongoing, rated M.

summary: For the protection of his people, Prince Seokjin has to marry his fiancé’s killer: the alpha king of the most ruthless and feared kingdom in all the lands with a reputation of being a cold blooded monster on the battlefield.

Worst of all, the omega prince doesn't even speak their language.

my heart flutters from the sugar high : taegi, I LOVE THIS FIC IT’S SO GOOOD, <cough> 5.9k words, rated M, canon compliant, crack, every so slighty tropey, just a teeennyy bit, fake dating au.

summary:  Yoongi and Taehyung sneak around together, cheating on their diets. The group? They've drawn different conclusions.

Seeking Alpha : jikook, I love this author, 17k words, rated M, a/b/o fic, but not the wolfy (lol) kind, i guess you could say ‘in a modern setting’, cracky.

summary:  It was meant to be a “fuck you” to the dating world as Jimin knew it. He was done with dating, fed up with alphas, so he put a message out to the world to say so. How could he have guessed the sweetest alpha ever would respond to it just to prove him wrong?

The Jeon Pack : jikook, a/b/o dynamics, THE BEST abo fic you’ll ever read, 70k words, rated E, the wolfy kind (heh)

summary: Jungkook's pack had survived centuries in the cold unforgiving forest. They followed strict traditions and laws to ensure their survival against nature and rival packs. Soon the responsibility of leading the pack would fall on his shoulders but before assuming the position of head alpha, he needed to choose an omega mate.

The problem was that Jungkook was in love with an omega that hated his guts.

浮世 U K I Y O : yoonmin, i’m pretty sure you’ve read house of cards and songbird and the sea??, this one goes in the same category, a breed of those two classics, Mafia au, rated E, almost complete, 366.9k words, oh and btw if you haven’t the above two ill link them right below.

summary: “Is that what they say about me? I'm stuff of nightmares?” “You own a city and you painted it with your colors,” Jimin says, his voice is quiet and his scent subdued. “Why wouldn't people have nightmares about you? You are scary.” “Are you scared of me?”Yoongi owns a city that he painted red until a man that doesn't seem to truly exist steals something from him. And all the strings lead to Jimin, a succubus who works in one of his brothels.

House of Cards : the LEGENDARY fic, vminkook, gets you right in the feels, dont waste your time here go read it, 394k words, rated E, mafia au.

summary: Jungkook is the heir to a mob empire, the most notorious in the whole of Seoul. Taehyung is a rookie sent in to infiltrate by his select team and bring the empire crumbling down."You knew the game and played it, it kills to know that you have been defeated."

The Songbird and the Sea : AGGHHHH, THIS IS THE BEST FIC EVERRR, made me love pirates, yoonmin, just read it, 255k words, pirate au, rated M.

summary: (wayy too long, go read it!!!)

time slip : jikook, rated T, alternate canon, 29k words, time-related fic

summary:  Jimin wakes up in the year 2017, which is very strange, considering the fact that last he checked it was 2013.

note: a great canon fic

A Glass of Water : jikook, but namjoon pov, a fresh fic (others aint rotten mind you), 8k words, rated T, college au.

summary: Namjoon is maybe a little over protective of Jimin and takes it upon himself to find out the identity of his new boyfriend. The others are absolutely no help.

Or, Jungkook and Jimin are dating and everyone knows except Namjoon.

You Broke My Heart (but I broke it myself) : jikook (haven’t you gotten fed up yet XD), anggstty, 19k words, rated M, alternate au.

summary:  Jimin's fiancé has abandoned him on his wedding day, and Jeon Jungkook, Jimin's first love and worst heartbreak, is back.

You Don't Bring Me Flour : short jikook, fluff and crack, college au, rated G.

summary:  In order to graduate, Park Jimin must convince cute grocery cashier Jeon Jungkook that this sack of flour is his beloved child.

Shooting Stars and Silver Moons : vmin, rated E, 20k words, fake-dating jikook, college au, bff fic.

summary: Yoongi and Jimin make a bet, Taehyung makes bad decisions.

(Or: "I'm kind of pissed you didn't choose me to fake date, I'm your best friend")

blindside : namhope, namseok, blind date au, rated T, i love this fic so much, 12k words.

summary:  Hoseok finally somewhat has a date. A blind date, but a date nonetheless.

The Shaman and the Exorcist : namjin, spiritual au, ghost au, but not the scary kind, college au, cracky, rated M, 145k words, apparently i visited this fic 21 TIMES (gasspp), i LOOVEE this too

summary: (too long)

in your eyes (it's where i wanna be) : yoonmin, tooth rotting fluff, rated T, 5k words, college au.

summary: Jimin pauses with his marker inches away from the cup, because — is he really going to do this? Isn’t it a bit old-fashioned to write something flirty on a coffee cup? But no matter what his churning gut says about danger and what the hell are you doing do you want to die, this guy is — with no better way to put it — totally Jimin’s Type with a capital T.

(Or: Jimin accidentally starts a nickname war with the cute blonde who likes his coffee way too bitter.)

i'll stick to you like glue-cose : jikook, rated T, 7k words, enemies-to-lovers kinda, really good.

summary:  Jimin merely wanted to study in peace, yet a certain five-foot ten frat boy - unfortunately also a past hook up - that epitomizes the very definition of smugness in one entire body whose ego is as big and full-scaled as the national debt, won't let him.

you're only brave in the moonlight : smuutt, bff au, vmin, college au, rated E, 14k words.

summary: There are reasons, very specific reasons that justify why—in three years of being hopelessly pathetically in love with his best friend—Jimin has not said a single word. Certainly hasn’t made a single move or attempt at a pass.But when it comes down to it, three years is a long time. A very long time.So when Jimin’s dam breaks, it breaks hard.(Or, Jimin asks Taehyung for help with taking photographs.)

(it's a paradise) it's a war zone : jikook, vacation au, really cute, enemies to lovers, rated T, 7k words.

summary:  murphy's law states that "anything that can go wrong will go wrong." jimin could maybe make peace with that if it didn't mean sharing a room and a bed with jeon jeongguk, the thorn in his side, for the entirety of his vacation.

once upon a timeshare : jikook, ex fic, rom com style, cute AF, 32k words, rated E.

summary:  Jungkook is in desperate need of a vacation, but spending two weeks in Namjoon and Hoseok’s timeshare in Okinawa with his recently separated ex of three years was probably (definitely) not what he had in mind.

Tie Me Down : taegi, lovvveee this fic, really fun, has drama elements to it, rated M, college au, 24k words.

summary: “I’ve just woken up with a fucking splitting headache, to find myself fucking taped to an office chair in a fucking living room that smells like unwashed socks and takeaway food. How am I? How do you think I fucking am?” “Wow. That’s a lot of f-bombs you’re dropping. Did anyone tell you that you need a healthy dose of positivity?” 

In which Yoongi’s life is a parody of Taken and Taehyung is just trying his goddamn hardest not to get arrested.

a sugar coated pill and a pick me up : soccer dad fic!!! namjin, kids taekook, rated T, really good, rated T, 25k words.

summary (only a part):  namjin are soccer dads who fall in luv

shōnen-ai love you : one of the most fun and cute (read: fluff) fics, vmin, rated T, manga fic, high school fic, 4k words.

summary: "What if I woo him with what he likes?" Jungkook frowns. "Knowing you, it's going to be a disaster." "I'm in pursuit of Park Jimin," Taehyung tells them dramatically, just as the bell rings and the teacher starts writing the first question on the board. "I'll do anything."

Doing anything means, apparently, studying BL manga.

My Cup of Tea : cute and short, minjoon, 6k words, high school fic, milk tea (lol) fic.

summary: One of Taehyung's many admirers tries to woo him by bringing him milk tea every day but Taehyung is lactose intolerant so it's always Jimin who drinks it.

From a distance away, the admirer watches.

Pastel : POLLYY, not really my cup of tea but i wanted to explore you know, jungkook/everyone, i liked it kinda, bdsm, baby kook, daddy kink, rated E, 188k words, bottom jk.

summary: Jeongguk learns the age-old lesson that you can't run from who you are, or who you like, for that matter.

There are a LOT of fics left, I’ll slow update.

[captainmeowvelwrites]

You Times Two (Ch.10)

Pairing: Marinette/Ladybug | Adrien/Chat Noir Words: 3950 Summary: Ladybug knew this was necessary. She was the Guardian. He had the Cat Miraculous. But when his suit evaporated in a glow of pale green, she sure hadn’t expected him to have something far more precious: her heart. Cross-posted: AO3 and FFN

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | ...

Recap: Previously, on You Times Two… Swagdrien showed off his killer dance moves, Marimoo considered tuning along to Sonata The Hedgehog's song, and everyone but Foxy Lady, Turtle Boy and Chilluka was a jealous wee bean. Upon seeing Golden Boy's apparent discomfort at Pastrami's hands-on approach to her envy, Maribug tripped mid-dance and busted her poor ankle. And of course, after a week of no akumas, Mr Perfect Timing's back at it again. What doth the author hast in store for thee?

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Chapter Ten

The boings of Alya and Nino playing Super Penguino only somewhat muffled the soft and mellow strums of Luka’s guitar. It was a nice melody, Adrien wouldn’t deny. He’d thought the same thing a week ago, when they’d all sat by the Seine with André’s ice cream in hand.

But back then, he hadn’t known Luka had composed it just for Marinette. That it was supposedly her song.

How could he have known?

It was soft, but not nearly sweet enough. And laidback, rather than lively. And while it was pleasant, it lacked the passion befitting of his friend.

Her passion for sewing.

Her passion for helping others.

Her passion for standing up for what she believed in.

Adrien watched as she drew out a breath from her freckle-dusted nose, as her pink lips curved into an easy smile, as her bluebell eyes fluttered shut. Her elbow brushed his own as she tipped her head against Luka’s shoulder.

He felt pressure on his hand—a reminder that he still held Kagami’s. His eyes met hers, and the question that clouded her gaze was enough to spark surprise in his own. Someone had squeezed the other’s hand, but that someone hadn’t been her—

A gasp stole his attention. “Dudes!” Nino’s left hand clutched half of Alya’s iPad, while his right jabbed toward the TV. “Check out the news!”

Adrien did just that.

And sucked in a breath at the sight he beheld.

The concerned face of Nadja Chamack filled the screen. Live footage appeared of an offensively coloured tower that soared into the sky, its abstract surface jarring against the bygone architecture of the buildings around it.

Adrien knew the area. At least five minutes away by baton.

Alya lunged at the coffee table. “Unmute!” she screamed, snatching up the remote with a crazed look in her eye. One fierce jab of her finger—

“—in Montparnasse, where a new villain is turning Paris into an abstract nightmare!”

The screen flicked to a series of clips. Fleeing Parisians. Multicoloured beams. Anything they touched – people, buildings, buses, pigeons – transformed into an eye-achingly colourful and contorted version of its former self.

“As always, authorities advise all Parisians to stay indoors until Ladybug and Chat—”

Zap!

Colour swarmed across Nadja’s body. Her lips swelled. Her nose went freakishly thin. Her left eye bulged and climbed a good three inches up her face. And although her body was off screen, Adrien had a sneaking suspicion it looked just as ill-proportioned. With a gasp, she stumbled out of frame.

A figure dropped from the sky, his body as obnoxiously bright as the tower that loomed behind him. He skulked toward the screen, a sneer scrunching the enormous, triangular nostrils on his severely misshapen face. “I am Putricasso!” The footage faltered at the hands of an unseen cameraman. “And soon, all of Paris will be as breath-taking as Picasso’s fine creations!”

With narrow eyes, Putricasso aimed an oversized paint brush at the screen.

The TV went static.

Adrien’s knee bobbed. Their first akuma in a week. Of course, it had to happen mid-group gathering. His eyes zipped around the apartment. He needed an excuse—

Marinette flew to her feet. “Actually—” A wince warped her face as she reeled back onto the sofa, hunched forward with her hand around her ankle. “I’ve – uh – changed my mind.” She stood again, this time slowly and with greater success. “I should definitely see a doctor. Just in case.”

He sprung up beside her. “I’ll take you!”

“NO!”

By the sheer desperation in her voice, one might’ve thought he was dragging her into danger right along with him.

“I mean YES!” She slapped her hands together. “Take me now!” Her eyes flew wide. “To the doctors! Take me now to the doctors. Please.” He didn’t miss her limp as she looked between Nino, Kagami and Luka, an apologetic smile at the ready. Her eyes lingered on Luka especially.

Alya was too busy frantically tapping her phone screen to pay them all any mind.

“Sorry I couldn’t stay longer, guys.” Marinette’s fingers drummed against her pink, flowery clutch. “Injury aside, it’s been fun!” She was already hobbling toward the front door.

Adrien scooped his grey messenger bag off the floor, threw it over one shoulder, and turned to Kagami. He was met by a question:

“Can I come along?”

His shoulders shot to his ears. “Err – No need, Kagami! I’ll, uh, be quick.”

Her gaze swerved to Marinette, then back to him. “Okay.”

“Hey, Marinette?” Luka’s voice drew Adrien’s focus. “Are we still on for tomorrow?” The musician smiled at her from the sofa, guitar propped in his lap.

She was halfway to the exit, but stopped to beam at him all the same. “Of course! No way am I letting my clumsiness ruin our movie date.” For the second time today, she winked at Luka.

Adrien’s smile felt forced.

Until her attention turned to him.

“Ready, Adrien?”

He nodded and, after a brief farewell to his friends, rushed to her side. “Let’s go.”

As she continued to limp toward the exit, he identified a glaring flaw in his escape plan. He needed time to take her to the doctor’s. And time was something he had none of right now.

…

…

…

Crap.

Adrien could think of several reasons as to why he couldn’t ditch her. 

Reason one? It’d be a terrible thing to do.

Reason two? It’d be awfully suspicious after offering to take her in the first place.

Reason three? She really did need his help.

But damn it, so did Ladybug. And all of Paris for that matter. Maybe he could speed things up somehow—

“Hold the fort, Nino!” Alya, who Adrien was sure had been on the sofa just a second ago, flashed by them in a blur of orange and blue. “Your girl’s gotta bounce!”

“Babe?!” Nino sputtered from his seat. “You’ve – You’ve got guests!”

Alya swung the front door aside, revealing a public stairwell of wooden steps and copper railing. “Montparnasse is, like, a twenty-minute metro away. If I jet now, I might make the end of the battle!” She threw Marinette a one-handed finger gun. “Rest that foot up, girl!” And with that, she was off.

Marinette frowned at the front door, still ajar. “I swear she has no sense of self preservation.”

“With Ladybug protecting Paris, at least we know she’s in safe hands.”

She met his smile with one of her own. “You mean Ladybug and Chat Noir.”

His lips parted, a merry “thank you” at the ready, until he realised that’d be a pretty odd response from Adrien Agreste. “You’re right,” he said instead, following her through the front door. “I’ll be back soon, everyone!” (He hoped.)

While he clicked the door shut behind him, Marinette limped up to the first set of steps in their way. With her fingers around the handrail, she put her right foot forward, gauging her weight on step number one as though testing the temperature of a swimming pool.

Hold up.

Did she plan to scale these stairs on her own?

He stepped forward. “If you’d like, I can—”

“No.” Her answer was short, but not impolite. More like she was on a mission. “I’ve got this.”

“You sure?”

The front of her ballerina flat touched the first step. Seeming satisfied with the level of pain, she ventured forward.

“Yeah, I’m—”

Her ankle buckled.

He lunged after her.

One hand clutched the curve of her waist.

The other gripped her shoulder.

“—totally in need of a little assistance.”

A little giggle followed her words and he couldn’t help but smile. He levelled her onto her feet. “Say no more.” Knees bent, he eased one hand across her back, while his other reached down to loop behind her legs.

A thought made him pop back to full height.

Was it socially acceptable to carry her bridal-style?

“Err – With your permission?”

The question hung in the air. And was it a trick of the light? Or were her cheeks a little rosier than usual? Maybe he needed an ice breaker. The kind of comment she’d expect from Chat Noir. He’d carried her bridal style on more than one occasion.

“No altars, I promise.”

“I – I – Uh—”

Mistakes were made.

Her eyes darted every which way. None of those ways crossed paths with his own. And— Oh no! Her cheeks were definitely rosy now. Had he just made her more uncomfortable?

“Sure,” she squeaked, much like the sound that had inspired the nickname ‘Marimouse’ last night. “Fine. Totally fine. Like, one hundred percent A-OK.” She placed her right hand across the nape of his neck, emphasising her words.

With a quiet sigh of relief, Adrien lifted her from the stairs into his arms, and her left hand slid behind his neck to join her right. He hadn’t started out his day expecting to sweep a cute girl off her feet, but here he was. That joke rode the tip of his tongue, barely withheld, because jeez, his last attempt at ice breaking had gone just splendidly.

As he began their descent down the stairs, Marinette spoke up again. “Sorry if I’m heavy...”

He almost laughed.

That hadn’t even crossed his mind.

His thoughts drifted a day into the past, to the puns they’d cracked in her kitchen. “Must’ve been the cheesecake. I’d batter be extra careful while carrying you down these stairs!”

Eager for her reaction, his eyes flicked from the steps to her face. She didn’t disappoint.

No, she rolled her eyes.

He smirked in record time.

“I swear you’re like a walking punpedia.”

“You’re meant to egg me on, Marinette. Have I tarte you nothing?”

Banana puns. Baking puns. He was on a roll today. Punning against an artsy villain would be a piece of cake.

“Gosh, I pun with you once and suddenly, we’re pun buddies.”

Had his hands not been preoccupied, Adrien would’ve placed one to his heart. “Why, I hope you’re not planning to dessert me?” This time, she groaned, but he didn’t miss the slight upward tilt of her lips. “Because that would mousse definitely make me sad.”

With a shake of her head, she finally cracked a smile. Briefly, he wished he didn’t have to watch where he was going, so he could freely enjoy the fruits of his labours.

A few seconds ticked by, the thumps of his shoes against wood filling the silence. He reached a stair landing, strode by two doors, then continued down another set of steps.

Marinette sighed. “I feel kinda bad about leaving early.”

Adrien’s brows curled. If either of them should feel bad right now, it was him. He’d invited Kagami, after all, and here he was leaving her despite knowing she wasn’t at ease around acquaintances.

“Don’t feel bad, Marinette. Your health comes first. Any one of our friends would say the same.”

She was silent.

But one glance at her face revealed lips pursed by thought.

“Is this about leaving Luka?”

From the corner of his eye, Marinette nodded. “I just feel so lame for ditching him.”

Adrien shrugged. Well, as much as he could with her in his arms. “I’m sure he understands. I know I would if I was in his shoes.”

A quiet pause.

“You’re right.”

Adrien didn’t need to peel his eyes from the steps to know she was smiling. “So, uhh”—he cleared his throat—“did he really compose that song just for you?”

Another nod on her end.

“That’s pretty cool.” Even if it didn’t suit her as well as it could’ve. “Maybe I should compose a song for you,” he thought aloud, already sifting through piano pieces he knew for inspiration. Something bright. Strong. Resilient. Joyful! Playing it needed to make him as happy as being around her did.

“I, um… I should probably text my parents.” Her left hand dropped from his neck to pull a smart phone from the front pocket of her pants. “I’m sure they’ll be happy to take me to the doctors, so you don’t have to.”

“Oh. Well, I…” It sure made transforming easier, but he still had to ask, “If that’s not too much trouble?”

With a shake of her head, Marinette held her phone near his shoulder. “‘Course not.” It clicked as she typed. “And this way you don’t have to leave everyone.”

Little did she know.

While Marinette tucked away her phone, he scaled the last of the steps and approached a wooden door, its surface scuffed from years of use. “Could you—”

Sure enough, she was already reaching for the brass knob.

They exchanged a smile as he planted his back to the door and reversed his way into an open-air corridor. “Nice work, team.”

That got a giggle out of her.

With Marinette still in his arms, Adrien strode by rows of beige mailboxes, a letter half hanging from one of the slots. She extended a hand and pushed it the rest of the way in.

“In case it’s something important.”

“Very typical of you,” he said with a wink.

Her eyes fell to her lap, but not before she smiled.

As they approached an iron gate, he recalled her earlier advice that it was never actually locked, and coaxed it open with his back. The street was fairly quiet. A few pigeons. A couple of motoring cars. And an old lady walking her sausage dog.

He glanced back at the entrance corridor beyond the iron gate. It’d make a good transformation spot. Well, as long as Marinette didn’t see him race inside, only for Chat Noir to leave a second later.

With that in mind, Adrien rounded a nearby corner to be met by an equally quiet street. Bending his knees, he set her down on the sidewalk and placed his hands on her shoulders, ready to catch her at a moment’s notice. “You okay to stand, Marinette?”

Her answer, as it turned out, was to press her petite fingers flush against his chest.

A second later, he froze as she slapped her hands to her face. “Sorry!” She peeked up at him from through her fingers. “I – Uh – The designer in me! She felt bad for creasing your dress shirt!”

That made sense.

Adrien placed a hand on her shoulder. “Don’t worry, Marinette. I’m a fashion model, remember? Unannounced crease correcting comes with the territory.” He chuckled. “Besides, I prefer you doing it as opposed to some stranger.” After two light pats on her shoulder, his hand returned to his side, and his fingers drummed against his thighs. “So, err…” As much as he needed to scat, leaving her alone felt a little impolite. “I can keep you company until your parents get here?”

Marinette toyed with the hem of her cardigan. “That’s, uh, awfully nice of you, Adrien, but there’s really no need.” She tapped her fingers together as she peered up at him. “I – I mean, not that I don’t want your company. Your company’s great. You just… umm… probably wanna get back to everyone else, right?”

Well, not exactly.

He slipped a hand behind his neck. “Are you sure, Marinette?”

“Adrien.” The boldness of her tone alone made him still. “Gateau of here.”

Did…

Did she just…

The smile that swept across her lips was answer enough. Man, she was awesome!

“How can I say dough to that?” With a broad grin, he took two steps back the way they came. “Take it easy on that ankle, okay?”

“Uh – Yeah! Will do.”

“And I guess I’ll… see you Monday?”

“Yup. Monday! That’s when you’ll next be seeing me.”

“Great. See you then!”

With a two-fingered salute, he ducked around the corner and backtracked through the gate, rows of mailboxes affixed to the wall on his right.

Plagg zipped out of his messenger bag. “Finally!” By the way he snickered, he wasn’t really bothered. “Parting with your girlfriend is such sweet sorrow, hmm?”

Nope. Definitely not bothered.

“You said the same thing yesterday, Plagg.” He fiddled with the cuff of his dress shirt. “You know she’s just a friend.”

His kwami floated closer. “Don’t you mean a pun buddy?”

Adrien gave a wry smile. “Speaking of which”—he launched out his fist—“Plagg, claws out!”

In a flash of blinding green, Chat Noir stood where Adrien Agreste once had. He approached the gate, scanned the street for any onlookers, then raced out onto the sidewalk.

One tap of his baton launched him heavenward—and with a highly essential flip, he dropped to a nearby rooftop. In the distant cityscape, Montparnasse Tower stood like a sky-high circus.

“Good thing I’m wearing my clown costume.” He tapped the glowing paw on his staff, revealing its screen. “No messages from M’Lady? Well colour me shocked.”

A few taps brought up the latest akuma update. No heroes on the scene yet. He glanced at his Bugabeacon. By the looks of it, she hadn’t transformed yet. Seemed he wasn’t the only one running fashionably late.

Chat gripped his staff tighter.

This was their first battle since his reveal.

Ladybug’s first battle with Adri—

No.

Her second battle with Adrien.

And an agonising reminder of his desire to prove himself.

Sure, Chat Noir had done so for over a year, but he wasn’t just Chat Noir anymore. No, he was also Adrien Agreste, who’d failed to save her as Aspik for three months straight. Adrien Agreste, whose nightmares had been haunted by Desperada ever since. Adrien Agreste, who longed for redemption.

And today was his chance.

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Marinette tottered into a nearby alleyway and propped her back against a weather-worn wall. Two painkillers, a dollop of anti-inflammatory cream and twenty minutes of ice-pack time, yet somehow her ankle throbbed more now than it had right after her fall.

Tikki whizzed out of her pink clutch, concern swimming in her eyes.

“Our first akuma in a week and I’ll be spending it stumbling through Paris.” Marinette pushed off the wall to test out the injury. A little weight was wince-worthy, but bearable. Anything more active was another story. “Will my transformation do anything to ease the pain?”

Her kwami shook her head. “I’m sorry, Marinette! Injuries you get while de-transformed are out of my control. You’ll just have to be extra careful.”

So it looked like she’d have to keep anything too jarring to a minimum. Well, try to. Running and jumping were kind of necessary when it came to yoyo swinging and dodging dangerous projectiles.

“I’ll have to fight through the pain.” She shifted her weight to her good ankle. “At least it’s just a sprain. Or there’s no way I’d be standing.”

Five storeys up, a blur of black leapt over the alley.

Tikki frowned. “What about Chat Noir?”

A touch of dread rematerialized, gripping her chest as it had upstairs. She’d thought – well, maybe freaked out – about that on the way down. Though observing Adrien’s own ditch attempt had been a welcome distraction. And a fascinating one at that.

“He saw me walking fine during patrol last night.” She cupped her chin. “It’ll be hard to come up with a believable excuse, but...”

“I’m sure you’ll think of something.”

Marinette nodded. “I have to.” Purpose hardened her eyes. “Tikki, spots on!”

Latex washed up her body in a glow of pale pink. Immediately, Ladybug reassessed her ankle, hoping for a miracle.

Alas, Lady Luck couldn’t solve everything.

She flicked up the screen of her yoyo. According to her Kitty Tracker, Chat Noir was already five blocks ahead of her. “He’s really hightailing it over there,” she thought aloud, and hurled her yoyo at the rim of the roof above. One tug sent her skyward.

Her toes touched down.

Her ankle caved.

Her knees slammed against the roof.

Ladybug groaned. “Focus!” The second time in a week she’d said that very thing. She’d let down her friends, her master, all of Paris. She refused to be that useless today.

Never again.

Ladybug hoisted herself to her feet and stared out at the Parisian skyline. Montparnasse Tower reached for the clouds like a multicoloured beacon. It’d already been about ten minutes since that footage had aired. She needed to get there fast.

But how could she do that with a busted ankle?

The Horse Miraculous wasn’t an option. The Miracle Box was stowed away in Master Fu’s old phonograph, atop the chest that housed Adrien’s many birthday gifts. Getting home would take almost as long as stumbling to Montparnasse.

A lightbulb went off in her head.

What if she embraced her inner Spider-Man? Swing more. Land less. Rest her ankle on the way there. Yeah, that could work. It’d be better than pushing her ankle before she’d even engaged Putricasso.

With her mind made up, she hurled her yoyo at a distant chimney. And as she spideyed her way over to Montparnasse, a month-old memory replayed in her mind.

The sinking sun set the sky ablaze, splashing the Arc de Triomphe with its golden glow. Her legs swayed off the ledge of the aged monument in time with Chat Noir’s, while cars hummed underfoot.

“Hey, LB?” He grinned at her, the tiny straw of a juice box brushing his lips. “Has it ever occurred to you that you’re like a female Spider-Man?”

“Y’know, my friends were discussing that very thing this week.”

“Ha! Mine too.” He took a hearty sip. “It makes sense, right? You’re both bug-themed. You wear lots of red. You swing around the city.”

“So if my comic counterpart’s Spider-Man, who’s yours?”

Chat puffed out his chest. “I am Batman,” he rasped, his voice an octave lower.

She snorted. “I was thinking more along the lines of Cat Woman.”

With a pout, he passed the juice box to her awaiting hand. “Why not Black Panther?”

“Who?”

“Wow, M’Lady!” He slapped a dramatic paw to his heart. “That hurts my very soul!”

Through a smile, Ladybug took a small sip of juice. “Well,” she eventually said, “I think Chat Noir’s a much cooler superhero anyway.”

The smile he flashed her could’ve powered all of Europe.

Then he opened his mouth.

“Does this mean I can’t call you Spider-Woman?”

Ladybug couldn’t help but laugh as she soared through the autumn air. She considered telling him their silly talk had come in handy. Maybe she’d even let him call her Paris’ friendly neighbourhood ladybug. He’d get a kick out of that for sure.

Up ahead, Montparnasse Tower was a fast-approaching eyesore—and a reminder that she still needed a reason for her injury. One scan of the area drew her attention to an ice rink. A very familiar ice rink. An excuse bloomed in her brain. A skating accident. One she’d suffered from first thing this morning. It wasn’t her finest cover-up, but her choices were gut-churningly limited. If ever there was a day for her luck to shine through, today was it.

With each street she swung through, the beige brickwork and timeworn buildings of Paris evolved into a mess of colourful shapes. Rooms stuck out at odd angles, far from structurally sound. Flying pigeons defied the laws of aerodynamics, their wings branching from their bodies like two featherless triangles. And Parisians panicked in the streets, their faces distorted and their bodies a jumbled state of jagged shapes. If a unicorn caught a stomach bug, she imagined the aftermath would look a lot like this.

A multicoloured beam sliced through the sky—just past Montparnasse Cemetery, where an expanse of tombstones dotted the land. More beams burst from between a distant street and with narrowed eyes, she veered toward them.