#＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ lila draper ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

[radargrind2091]

- Polly Pocket (c) Mattel and WildBrain Entertainment

- Littlest Pet Shop (c) Hasbro Studios

- My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic (c) Hasbro Studios

- Enchantimals (c) Mattel and Kickstart Entertainment

- Totally Spies! (c) Marathon Media

[arrogantfilmdirector]

Lila Draper had been trying to win at the carnival games at the Fall carnival, but unfortunately she wasn’t having much luck at winning at the carnival games. Lila Draper sighed dramatically, as she looked at someone who was nearby herself. “Oh, hi. Are you any good at these games? I still haven’t won at any of them so far.” Lila Draper said to the other person. @forgottenfriendshipstarters “Could you please help me out? I was just wondering. Thank you.” Lila Draper said to them.

[missingemiruu]

Day 17: Journal

[greevil-x]

Polly Pocket (2018 TV Series) (C) Mattel & DHX Media (WildBrain)

[z-saint-box]

Lila Draper is from Polly Pocket. She looks cute when she's angry.

This screenshot is from the episode "Gwen the Great."

На русском

[arrogantfilmdirector]

"Hm. Well, I was planning on staying here to work on my fashion design, but I can check out your Pride booth! My name is Lila Draper! And it's a pleasure to meet you too, Fluttershy! What's in your booth? I'd love to hear about it!" Lila Draper said to Fluttershy.

“Hey, where are you planning on going right now?” Fluttershy asked the person who is nearby her. She walked towards the person. She had adjusted to walking on two feet instead of four hooves, but it still felt pretty strange to her. “I was just wondering if you wanted to look at my booth? You know, for the Pride festival? My name is Fluttershy,” Fluttershy said to the other person. “It’s a pleasure to meet you! What is your name?” Fluttershy asks to the person. @forgottenfriendshipstarters

[cocosparkel]

Curiosity killed the cat (but satisfaction brought it back)

Chapter 1

Summary-

When Marinette finds out that she is adopted, she tracks down her Biological aunt. Who happens to live Gotham, the place she swore she wouldn't go. Well, Gotham just gained a new vigilante -Chaos.

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CHAPTER 1: REVELATIONS

The day Marinette found out she was adopted, her life changed completely.

It started like a normal day.

She entered the kitchen. “Maman ?” She asked. Her mother was crying over a photo. When she noticed Marinette, she quickly wiped her tears and hid the photo under a book.

“Marinette…” she said with a shaky smile.

“Maman, are you okay ?”Marinette asked, stepping into the room “What was in that photo ?”

“Nothing, Marinette, I'm fine.” Sabine abruptly stood up and left the room.

“Okay maman…” Marinette whispered as Sabine was leaving the room, loud enough for her to hear it.

Just as Marinette was about to leave too, confused about the entire thing, something caught her eye. It was another photo, which had fallen on the floor. Hesitating, she eventually picked it up. The photo was that of a baby. She had big blue eyes, and black hair, with a beautiful smile. Flipping the photo, Marinette saw a familiar handwriting at the bottom corner.

Bridgette Liu Dupain-cheng, our precious baby.

Confused, Marinette kept the photo with her, deciding to ask her parents later.

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At dinner, Marinette finally asked the one question in her mind. “Maman, papa, who is this ?” She showed them the photo she had found early.

Sabine dropped her knife and Tom looked stunned.

Snapping out of her reverie, Sabine said “Oh Marinette, we hoped this day would never come….”

Marinette swallowed, losing her appetite immediately.

“We were going to tell you when you were 13, but then Hawkmoth appeared, and we didn't want to overwhelm you, and we just– we love you Marinette, and it doesn't matter if… if you're…if you're…” Sabine looked at Tom, unable to complete her sentence.

But Marinette bet them to it. “ I'm adopted, amn't I ?”

Sabine started sobbing, and Tom put a comforting hand around her.

He sighed,” Marinette, we are your godparents. Our own daughter, Bridgette passed just a year before we adopted you. Your mother was a very close friend of ours, and she left us with you.”

Sabine gave her a watery smile,“We love you, Marinette that will never change.”

Marinette stood “ Thanks for finally telling me the truth Maman, Papa.”

She fled to her room.

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Her parents had given her her original birth certificate that night.

Her name had been Marie Kyle - Draper. Her mother's name was Diane Kyle, and her father's name was Richard Draper.

She looked them up in every possible website, but the only thing she found was an article.

Last saturday night, a young couple who were later identified as Richard and Diane draper were found dead in an alley near Robinson park. Richard had been shot straight on the head,whereas Diane had taken a bullet through her stomach. While it looks like a mugging attempt which led to their demise, the GPD suspect something more sinister. The GPD have promised to get to the bottom of this.

Finding out just what happened to her parents made her uneasy, especially when she realised that the place they died was Gotham, the very place where her grandmother Felicie had been murdered.

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Walking into class, Marinette was still in a daze about what had happened the day before. She was so lost in thought, that she didn't notice the glares her classmates were giving her.

"How could you, girl ? We all trusted you so much !” Alya shouted, as Marinette went to sit beside her.

"Alya what do you mean ? I don't get it ?” Marinette asked, confused.

“Look I get that you don't like Lila but that doesn't mean you can insult her when all she's done is be nice to you.” Kim said, as everyone agreed with him.

"What? I still don't understand-’’ M asked looking around. Her eyes fell on Lila who seemed to be crying.

"So you're saying you didn't tell lila that she will never be Adrien’s friend ? Or that Ladybug doesn't really like her ?” Alya snapped.

“I never said that!” Marinette exclaimed, realising what was happening.

“And who would have sent her these messages from your phone ?” Sneered Kim.

“ Those were taken out of context.” Marinette said, shaking her head.

"Sure…” Alya looked at her, and lowered her voice and said, “Look all you have to do is apologise to her… and understand that Adrien may not want to be with you and-”

“Alya what makes you think I still like Adrien” Marinette asked, getting annoyed.

"Come on girl, I'm your best friend.” Alya said rolling her eyes.

“You haven't been my best friend in months! You haven't properly talked to me, insulted me when I forgave Chloe and even ditched me for Lila many times.” Marinette shouted, done with her friends, no ex friends stupidity.

“Marinette, you know it's not like that…” Alya said, in a condescending tone.

"No Alya, I'm done. With all of you.” With that, Marinette stormed to the back of the class, and sat next to a stunned looking Chloe. She had made up her mind about what she was going to do.

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Ever since she found out that she was adopted, things had been tense with her parents. She walked into the bakery, determined to put this behind her.

“Marinette ! Could you.. could you help me with making the decorations for this cake ?” Sabine asked hesitantly.

"Sure thing Maman” Marinette said, a small smile on her face.

So what if she was adopted? Her parents still wanted her, still cared for her. She wasn't going to let anything ruin her family life, like the way she let Lila ruin her friendships.

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( what do you think ??? Is it nice ???? Is it boring ??? Is it cool ???? Is it horrible????)

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[lifeofpriya]

The Giant Pretzel - Jack Draper

[gif credit goes to @pyotrkochetkov]

a/n: this was heavily inspired by Jack's IG story today and @pyotrkochetkov planted the seeds of another fic idea into my brain that i needed to write and here we are!

summary: Jack tags along with you to yoga class, but boy, was he in for a treat...

"I'm so bored," Jack groaned, flopping onto the bed as you rummaged through your yoga mat collection. His dark brown hair stuck to his forehead in sweaty strands, "I don't know what to do now that my season is over."

You looked over your shoulder at him, amusement dancing in your eyes. "Why don't you come with me to yoga?" you suggested, holding up a mat with a serene sunrise printed on it.

Jack's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Yoga? You know I'm not flexible." He pointed at himself, "yoga and a 6'4" tennis player aren't exactly a match made in heaven."

You chuckled, patting the space next to you. "Come on, it'll be fun. And it's not just about flexibility, it's about balance and focus. Something you could use before the next season starts."

Jack's eyes lit up at the challenge, and he sat up. "Alright, I'll give it a shot. But if I can't even touch my toes, you're not allowed to laugh."

You grinned, handing him a mat. "Deal."

The two of you arrived at the studio, the scent of incense wafting through the air. Jack looked around, taking in the sea of mats and colorful yoga blocks. You could see his skepticism in the way he tugged at the hem of his sweatpants.

"Alright, let's start with some basic poses," the instructor, a sprightly woman named Lila, called out, her voice a calming melody in the dimly lit room. You unfurled your mat with a sense of ease, the familiar stickiness of it comforting beneath your fingertips. You watched Jack awkwardly lay his down, trying to mimic your actions. His usual confidence seemed to have waned, replaced by a hint of trepidation.

Lila began to lead the class through a series of warm-up stretches. You took a moment to appreciate the way Jack's muscular form shifted and stretched, his athleticism lending an unusual grace to his movements, despite his protests. He fumbled with his sweatpants again, trying to keep them from riding up his legs as he attempted to follow along. You stifled a giggle, reminding yourself of your promise.

"Breathe in, breathe out," Lila instructed, her voice lilting with the rhythm of the ocean waves playing in the background. You watched as Jack took deep breaths, his broad chest rising and falling with the effort. His concentration was palpable, a stark contrast to his usual carefree demeanor on the tennis court.

The class transitioned into downward dog, and Jack's struggle became apparent. His arms wobbled as he attempted to hold his body in the pose, his legs quivering like a newborn fawn's. You offered a gentle smile of encouragement, stepping closer to offer a hand for balance. His grip was firm, a silent plea for help that made your heart swell with affection.

"Remember to keep your spine straight," you murmured, placing a hand on his lower back. He grunted in response, his face contorted in concentration as he pushed his hips up and back.

"I'm trying!" he shot back, his voice muffled by his arms.

You couldn't help but chuckle, the sound echoing softly in the serene space. "You're doing great, just remember to breathe," you said, gently adjusting his alignment.

Jack grunted, his face flushing. "Easy for you to say, you're a human pretzel."

You couldn't hold it in anymore, a laugh escaping you as you stepped back, allowing him to continue his wobbly downward dog without further distraction. The room was filled with the sound of inhales and exhales, a gentle symphony of bodies moving in unison, except for Jack's occasional grunts and sighs. Despite his initial protests, he was giving it his all, sweat beading on his forehead like tiny diamonds under the soft studio lights.

Lila noticed your shared moment of mirth and winked at you before guiding the class into a more challenging pose: the warrior sequence. You watched with a mix of admiration and amusement as Jack stumbled through the transitions, his legs and arms flailing like a ragdoll caught in a tornado. But with each wobble and misstep, he grew more determined, pushing through his discomfort with a stubbornness that mirrored his fierce tennis matches.

The class moved on to tree pose, and Jack's skepticism grew with each passing minute. "How the hell do people stand on one leg like this?" he murmured under his breath. You stepped closer, placing your hand on his shoulder to steady him as he tried to balance on one foot, his other leg bent and pressed against his thigh.

"Just focus on one spot in front of you," you advised, your voice soothing. "Imagine you're on the tennis court, eye on the ball."

Jack's eyes narrowed, his gaze finding a spot on the wall. With a grunt, he managed to hold the pose for a few seconds before his foot gave out, sending him crashing back onto his other leg. You couldn't help but laugh this time, a light, melodious sound that filled the space between you.

"It's not funny!" he exclaimed, though the corners of his mouth twitched with the beginnings of a smile.

You wiped away the tears of laughter from your eyes, trying to compose yourself. "I know, I'm sorry," you said, "but you're just so…" You trailed off, unable to find the right words to describe his endearing struggle without laughing again.

Jack glared at you playfully before rolling his eyes. "Okay, okay, I get it. I'm not exactly a natural at this."

You offered a gentle smile. "Practice makes perfect," you said, placing a hand on his back to encourage him into the next pose.

Jack groaned, his cheeks red with effort. "This is torture," he complained, though his eyes held a glint of humor.

You chuckled, wiping the sweat from your brow. "You're doing better than you think," you assured him, watching as he attempted to balance on one leg.

Jack's eyes searched the room, landing on the other students, their bodies moving with a grace that seemed almost unnatural. "I'm the worst one here," he whispered dramatically.

You leaned in, your breath warm against his ear. "But you're the most entertaining," you said with a wink, causing his cheeks to burn even hotter.

The class flowed into child's pose, and Jack dropped to his knees with a dramatic sigh of relief. "This I can do," he murmured into his mat, his chest heaving with exertion. You chuckled, taking the opportunity to sneak in a kiss to the top of his head, feeling the dampness of his hair.

"Now, let's move into the pigeon pose," Lila instructed, her voice like a gentle breeze.

Jack's eyes widened, and he cast a desperate glance at you. "Pigeon pose? Are you kidding me?"

You shrugged playfully. "It's all part of the experience."

Jack grimaced, but you could see the spark of competitiveness in his eyes. He took a deep breath and lowered his torso to the mat, his legs stretched out behind him in a V-shape. The room was filled with the sound of muted grunts and the occasional sigh as everyone adjusted into pigeon pose.

"Come on, Jack, just lean into it," you coaxed, your voice as warm as the candlelit glow around you.

Jack's eyes remained squeezed shut as he grunted, his forehead touching the mat. "I can't even feel my legs anymore."

You giggled, unable to resist the urge. "You're doing great," you said, placing a gentle hand on his back. "Just a few more poses, and we're done."

Jack grunted in response, his legs quivering like Jell-O. You could see the sweat pooling in the small of his back, making the fabric of his shirt cling to his skin. Despite his struggles, there was a certain charm to his determination that made your heart swell.

"I hate pigeons," he mumbled into the mat.

Your laughter filled the space around you, a sweet sound that melded with the soothing melody of Lila's instructions. You couldn't help but find his grumblings endearing, his discomfort in such a serene environment a stark reminder of the fiery passion he usually reserved for the tennis court.

Jack's eyes flickered open, and he caught your gaze, his expression a mix of exasperation and amusement. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he accused, though his voice was tinged with a smile.

You shrugged innocently. "A little," you admitted, your eyes sparkling. "But mostly, I'm just happy you're here with me."

Jack rolled his eyes, but the corners of his mouth twitched upwards. "Yeah, well, I'm here because I love torture apparently."

You both laughed, the sound mingling with the rest of the class's deep, focused breaths. "You're doing better than you think," you assured him, gently touching his arm as the instructor called for the next pose.

Jack's face was a picture of concentration, his brows furrowed and his muscles taut as he attempted to follow the flow of the class. The sight was both comical and endearing, and you found yourself feeling a warmth spread through you that had nothing to do with the gentle heat of the room.

"Alright, let's transition into the half-moon pose," Lila said, her voice a soft bell in the stillness.

Jack's eyes widened in horror as he glanced at you. "You're kidding, right?"

You merely smirked, enjoying his apprehension. "It's just a pose, Jack. You've got this."

Jack's response was a skeptical grumble, but he gave it a go. The room's soft lighting highlighted the sheen of sweat on his body as he attempted the half-moon pose, one hand on the floor, the other reaching for the sky. His balance was precarious, his foot hovering just off the ground like a cliffhanger in a suspenseful novel.

"Keep your core engaged," you reminded him, your voice a gentle breeze in the quietude.

Jack's grumble was barely audible as he tried to mimic your graceful arch. His arm trembled, the struggle etched into every line of his body. You couldn't help but feel a swell of affection for him, for his willingness to step out of his comfort zone, for you.

"Remember, it's about the journey, not the destination," you whispered, trying to keep the laughter out of your voice.

Jack's grumble grew louder. "Easy for you to say, you're a contortionist," he muttered, his foot wobbling precariously in the air.

You bit your lip, trying to contain your amusement. "Just breathe and stay present," you encouraged, your voice a gentle reminder of the peacefulness the practice aimed to instill.

Jack's grumble turned into a huff, but he managed to hold the pose, his hand finally finding its way to the floor, his other hand still reaching for the sky. His body was a beautiful mess of muscles and sweat, his feet planted firmly on the ground as if he were about to serve an ace. The sight was anything but the serene picture of yoga, and yet, it was perfect in its own way.

You couldn't help but feel a surge of pride for Jack's efforts. His dedication to improving his flexibility and balance, for you, was something you didn't take lightly. "You're doing amazing," you said, your voice filled with genuine warmth.

Jack grunted, his foot finally making contact with the ground. "I feel like a newborn giraffe," he replied, his cheeks red with exertion.

You couldn't help but laugh, the sound of your amusement bouncing off the studio walls. "You're doing so much better," you assured him, "and you're definitely more graceful than a newborn giraffe."

Jack shot you a mock glare before letting out a breathy chuckle. The class moved on to the final pose, savasana, and Jack flopped onto his back with the enthusiasm of a ragdoll. The room grew quiet, the only sounds the occasional rustle of someone shifting and the soft hum of the ocean waves in the background.

"Remember to relax every muscle in your body," Lila's voice floated through the air, a gentle guide to the end of the practice.

"If I could, I would," Jack grumbled, his arms flopping to his sides in defeat as the class settled into corpse pose. You couldn't help but smother a giggle with the back of your hand, the sound a gentle tinkle in the quiet sanctuary of the yoga studio.

"Jack, you're not dead yet," you teased, watching the tension slowly seep out of his body as he took deep, calming breaths.

Jack groaned, his eyes still squeezed shut. "I'm pretty sure I'm closer to it than I've ever been," he murmured.

You chuckled, placing a light hand on his forehead, feeling the warmth of his skin. "Just relax," you whispered, "Let the tension melt away."

Jack's eyes remained shut, his breaths deepening as he tried to follow your advice. His powerful chest rose and fell in time with the calming soundscape, his arms stretched out to his sides like a starfish. The sight was absurd and adorable, a stark contrast to the serene images of yoga you'd seen plastered on social media.

Lila soon announced the end of the class. You both sat up, Jack with a groan, stretching his limbs as if they'd been bound for a millennium. His gaze met yours, a question in his eyes.

"How was that?" you asked, trying to keep a straight face.

Jack's eyes popped open, and he stared at you incredulously. "How was that?" he echoed. "It was hell on legs!" He stretched out his arms, his fingers brushing the mat. "But I'm surprised I didn't fall over more."

You couldn't help but laugh, the sound like a tinkling bell in the quiet room. "You did great for your first time," you said, reaching over to squeeze his hand.

Jack rolled his eyes. "I'm not sure 'great' is the word I'd use." He stretched his arms over his head, his biceps flexing.

"Well, you did survive," you teased, a smirk playing on your lips.

Jack's grumble turned into a chuckle as he sat up, his eyes scanning the room. "Barely." He stretched out his legs, his muscles protesting with a series of cracks.

You both gathered your mats and made your way to the exit, the cool evening air a welcome relief from the warmth of the studio.

"So, what's the verdict?" you asked, curiosity coloring your tone.

Jack grimaced as he rolled his shoulders, his muscles protesting after the unfamiliar workout. "It was… interesting," he admitted, his British accent a comforting melody in the quiet night. "I never knew I could feel so uncoordinated."

You laughed, your eyes shining with mirth. "But you did it, and that's all that matters."

Jack huffed, his chest still rising and falling with deep breaths. "Only because you were there," he said, his voice filled with a hint of affection that made your heart flutter.

You playfully nudged his shoulder. "Well, I'll take that as a compliment."

Jack groaned, his body still protesting from the unfamiliar contortions. "I guess it wasn't entirely terrible," he conceded. "But I think I'll stick to serving aces rather than trying to become a human pretzel."

You couldn't help but laugh, the sound light and airy. "Well, maybe next time you'll be a bit more of a contender for the Cirque du Soleil auditions," you teased, looping your arm through his as you felt the cool evening air brushing against your skin like a kiss from a shy lover.

Jack feigned offense, his eyes sparkling with good humor. "Very funny," he said, his grip on your arm tightening playfully. "But in all seriousness, I'm surprised I didn't break something."

You rolled your eyes, your own arm muscles protesting from the workout. "You're not that fragile," you teased. The stars were just beginning to peek out from behind the navy curtain of the night sky, the streetlights casting a warm glow over the cobblestone street.

Jack shot you a playful glare. "Fragile? Me? I'm built like a… a…"

"A very inflexible oak tree?" you offered with a smirk.

Jack chuckled, the sound deep and rumbling. "More like a sturdy brick wall, really."

You rolled your eyes playfully. "Whatever you say, Jack."

The two of you walked back to your apartment, the sound of your laughter bouncing off the old stone buildings that lined the cobblestone street. The air was crisp and cool, a perfect contrast to the warmth of the yoga studio, and the smell of freshly baked bread wafted from the nearby bakery, making your stomach rumble.

"I think I've earned a pint after that," Jack said, his voice still holding the remnants of a chuckle.

"Agreed," you said, feeling the same sense of accomplishment. The yoga class had been more entertaining than you'd expected, but also surprisingly bonding.

Jack leaned into you as you both entered the quiet of your apartment, his arm heavy with the exhaustion of a newfound challenge. "You know, you'll have to show me how flexible you are later," he said, his cheeks were starting to tint a shade of pink.

You couldn't help but laugh, the sound like a warm embrace. "Jack, we're both sweaty messes. Maybe after a shower?"

Jack's eyes lit up with mischief, his smile infectious. "Race you to the shower?"

You laughed, feeling the warmth of his body as you stepped closer, your foreheads touching. "You're on," you said, the challenge accepted.

[misspeppermint2003]

Characters’ Picrew Portraits 2

After the first part, I have made the second part of "Characters' Picrew Portraits" collection. There are the characters from four of my favourite films and TV shows in different designs and styles with Picrew.

Shaun Riley (Shaun of the Dead), Nicholas Angel (Hot Fuzz) and Gary King (The World's End) from Three Flavours Cornetto film Trilogy

Link here: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/100365

Wednesday Addams, Enid Sinclair and Bianca Barclay from Netflix's Wednesday

Link here: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/1469769

The Shelby brothers, Arthur Jr., Thomas and Finn from Peaky Blinders

Link here: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/137904

Polly Pocket, Lila Draper and Shani Smith from Polly Pocket

Link here: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/395214

[arrogantfilmdirector]

"Hm, not very likely, since I'm still not able to leave this island, but my name is Lila Draper. What's your name? It's a pleasure to meet you. Uh, I'm very sorry to hear that too. I have family members that I haven't been able to contact too." Lila Draper said in a response to the Cis-Female.

“Oh, no… No, no, no! This can’t be happening to me… I really need  to go back to Paris, France! I need to–” Marinette Dupain-Cheng quickly stopped  herself from finishing her sentence before she accidentally said that she is secretly the superhero from Paris, France; Ladybug. “…I, uh, need to go to work in my family’s bakery in Paris, France.” Marinette Dupain-Cheng says to the other person who is right nearby her. “Pardon me, but do you think that there is a way for me to return back to Paris, France?”  Marinette Dupain-Cheng asks the person. @forgottenfriendshipstarters​

[radargrind2091]

Polly Pocket Season Four Group Icons

-Polly Pocket (c) Mattel and WildBrain Entertainment

[missingemiruu]

Adventures in Rio

[arrogantfilmdirector]

Lila Draper looked around herself, and she saw a Cis-Female talking to her. "Oh! Thank you. I'd love to join you. My name is Lila Draper. It's a pleasure to meet you, Merry." Lila Draper responded to Merry. "I agree with you though. This is a beautiful night." She said to Merry.

Merry had been walking near the beach of Canterlot Island, while staring at the shooting stars. She had heard someone nearby her, and she smiled at them. “Beautiful night, isn’t it? You can join me if you want to. My name is Merry, by the way.” Merry said to the person. She smiled at the person.

@forgottenfriendshipstarters​

[z-saint-box]

Лила Дрейпер из Полли Покет (Polly Pocket). Она выглядит мило, когда злится.

Этот скриншот из эпизода "Гвен Великая."

Original, in English

[everyoneislgbtpride-edits]

Lila Draper and Blair Delaware from Polly Pocket are bi and lesbian!!