#I imagine she has a hairclip at the back of her head

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𓆩♡𓆪 Headcanon: Them As Parents #2

𐙚 Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Alejandro, Phillip Graves, Keegan, König, Horangi, Nikto

𐙚ྀ ͜ ͡ ︶ Added Nikto this time + his is a little longer bc I didn’t add him the first time

Ghost

Lost the kids at ikea once

The way he was so unbothered too

He’s so nonchalant about it because he’s confident that the children know better and are capable of taking care of themselves

If anything he’s a little anxious about your reaction if you found out

So when an employee notices Simon frequently turning his head, eyes roaming around they approach him

When Simon told the employee he had lost two little kids the employee was more concerned than him

Soap

When you leave the kids home alone with their father it’s almost worse than if they had been left alone

He is NOT a trusted adult

If you don’t leave a large enough pot of food for them Soap will order whatever the kids want to eat

Unfortunately for you, his sons inherited his big appetite

You come back home, groceries in hand gawking at the boxes of takeout set all over the table

“Johnny, I said I wouldn’t be long at the store…”

“Sorry, got a bit hungry” he responds while stuffing his face

Gaz

When going to the store he likes getting matching outfits for his girls

He’ll overload the cart with an assortment of cute bows and hairclips, pretty dresses, and adorable little shoes

When going out, he carries a backpack for each kid packed with a sweater in case it’s cold, comfy shoes incase they lose one, and snacks for when they’re hungry or fussy

He gets so excited when he’s there to witness his baby’s first everything, records it on a calendar and you best believe he’ll never forget those small milestones

Alejandro

When he’s cooking meat on the grill outside he raises his head to watch the kids play in the yard

His love language is calling them over to give them a piece of roast meat to taste

When the kids were old enough to drive he first taught them with a riding lawnmower because he didn’t trust them with his truck

He likes to be mean to his kids (in a loving way ofc) and play pranks on them

Phillip Graves

He can be stern at times but most of the time he’ll spoil his kids rotten

Especially his daughter

When she asked for a pony he almost decided to move to a house with 3 acres for a couple of horses

You reasoned with him and instead settled to take your daughter to weekly horseback riding lessons

Keegan

One of his favorite things to do is figuring out what features of yours and his he can find in his kids

“She’s got your smile” “He has your wit” “Your sass is apparent even in our children”

I bet he’s the type of carry his toddlers like a bag

He pays great attention to detail so he’ll immediately notice if something or someone upset his children

König

After he overcame his insecurity he was head over heels for the baby

Will constantly watch over your shoulder, taking in every detail of how you care for the children so he can do it too

Not wanting to spend a moment apart from you or your children

If he’s running errands he’ll take the kids with him

When his daughter was a few months old he used to bring her with him into the hardware store and proudly show her off

It would make his day when someone would tell him how adorable she was and how alike they look

Horangi

Imagine him with twins ૮꒰/ฅ//ฅ//꒱ა

He’s almost always carrying them

You argue with him over this because it’s made your toddlers used to being held all the time

He’d be a great girl dad, wouldn’t resist buying cute toys and kid makeup sets and letting them paint his nails and apply lipstick on him

Would walk around in princess high heels and bows whilst keeping a poker face

Nikto

He wants to be seen like a pillar, someone his kids can rely on and never fear for their safety

Though concealed, under the strong surface his heart pulsates and beats the moment he’s handed the squirming bundle at the hospital

A mix of emotions swirls underneath his facade, the small face he’s staring at is his flesh and blood and he can hardly believe it

Strives to create a secure ambience at home for his little ones to grow up in

He wishes he could shield them from all harm

On mornings when he’s supposed to rest, the kids will sneak into your bedroom and crawl into bed between you

He groans, feigning annoyance, but scoops them in his strong arms chuckling as they squeal and giggle

[secondwednesday]

lesbian lestappen

Max takes off her jacket, slinging it over one arm, and turns to watch the room. There are women here of all ages and creeds, and something swells in Max to see them flirting so openly with each other.

An older woman is sitting at the other end of the bar. Her graying hair cut in a severe line across her shoulders, brushing easily against the silk of her blouse. She smiles at Max over her glass of wine, all maroon.

Max almost approaches her, when someone else catches her eye. On the other side of the room, leaning on a high-top, wine glass in one hand, is Charl Leclerc. Her back is to Max, but Max would probably recognize her anywhere as an occupational hazard of nearly growing up together. Her thick, chestnut hair is curled and spun up in a hairclip, exposing the long line of her back. On her wrists are those infernal bracelets and that ugly sponsor watch, and when she laughs, Max hears it echo in her chest all the way across the room.

As if sensing a disturbance in the universe, Charl turns her head to the bar and locks eyes with Max immediately. Max freezes and panic scours through her body. The chances of Charl being here should be next to nil. There are only so many women who work in Formula 1, and beyond that, only so many who live in Monaco. Max came here because she never thought that she would bump into someone from work.

“Max?” Charl exclaims.

She excuses herself from the others at her table before Max can make a strategic retreat.

“Hello,” Max mumbles, gripping the stem of her wine glass so hard that it may shatter.

“I can’t believe I’m seeing you here,” Charl says, her grin spanning ear to ear.

“What are you doing here?”

Charl laughs, tilting her head back, as if Max has made some grand joke. “I imagine the same reason you are here.”

“Like for the event?” Max asks as if she’s stupid. She feels stupid. She feels as if the truths of the universe have decided to realign without her awareness.

“Yes? Aren’t you?” Charl tilts her head, putting the full force of her big, green eyes onto Max.

“Yeah, obviously, but you’re not gay?”

“Max, you knew this about me,” Charl responds measuredly.

“No, I didn’t!”

“Max,” Charl says again, with an exasperated tone. Like Max is being willfully obtuse, which she isn’t. Although the rest of the picture is becoming clearer by the second.

“But that was…” Max trails off.

They had bumped into each other on some yacht in Abu Dhabi two years ago. Max was absolutely high on the win of her first championship, and Charl was high on, well, all the free booze. There was a moment, a tucked-away corner, where Charl pressed Max against a wall and made out with her like the world was ending. Then she pulled away with wild eyes and ran off.

Charl flushes, her eyes darting downwards as she tucks a loose strand behind her ears. Unfairly, she is still the prettiest woman that Max has ever laid eyes upon.

“Yes, that was the heat of the moment, but it is because I am a lesbian,” Charl says. “Did you not know that?”

“No!”

As far as Max knew, Charl was straight and, like many straight women under the influence of alcohol, made out with other women sometimes. Max was an easy pick. She’s distinctively masculine, and she was the first female champion in F1 history. On a glimmering yacht, she was riding a wave of gold and glory and legend, the hottest thing that ever graced racing history.

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Fem!CoraLaw (+ ZoSan, AceLu) HCs bc I love women. (I, too, am a woman). But also, these can be applied to them as men too. (I will be using She/Her pronouns for everyone btw)

- Short-haired, shoulder length and long-haired Cora are all compelling to me. I can't choose which I like more (you can tell I spend too much time on the "create your character" stages in games). Choosing is an obstacle itself in my life /j. One thing for sure tho, it is VERY fluffy, silky, and poofy (obviously). Law likes to run her fingers through it every chance she gets. Cora bends down eveytime she completes a task that Law has given her so Law can pet her head. It's more for Law's enjoyment than Cora's.

- Cora and Sanji uses a very specific brand of makeup. Its high demand and usually out of stock before it even gets displayed for sale. The price is quite high, but Law will be more than willing to use her own money to help Cora buy them. Sanji uses her own money of course, you expect Zoro to buy them? She has a debt higher than Luffy's bounty with Nami /j. But Zoro's willing to sacrifice money for her booze to help Sanji buy the makeup.

- Big gf means big boobies— Law likes to lay her head on Cora's chest after a tiring and stressful day. Sometimes she'll even knead Cora's boobs, cuz it is soft and bouncy (giggles). Zoro, even as a man, has bigger boobs than any of the crew's women 😭 I find it funny af. Sanji is jealous but she loves to bury her face in them so ig that compensates it xD. Zoro and Luffy don't wear bras. (Come on, they're pirates. They can wear whatever they want and if others have a problem with it then what are they gonna do about it? Tell them? Luffy: What's a bra? Zoro: Why are you looking at them in the first place? Oi, my eyes are up here!).

- Fem Cora and Sanji would be perfect as models bro (or maybe I'm just based. I see a tall, blonde and gorgeous person and I'd be convinced they do modeling. And also, maybe I'm based bc fanarts of Fem!Cora and Fem!Sanji are so sexy). They don't do modeling ofc, but their bounty posters are the people's Magazine. Hehehe women who smoke in pictures *sighs dreamily*

- They all look good in dresses. Sanji with a blazer dress, Luffy in an empire waist dress, Zoro in a wrap, Cora in a camisole dress, Law in a fit and flare, and Ace in a backless dress. But only Sanji, Cora and Law are willing to wear heels. Don't worry, Cora doesn't stab herself in the eye with her heels. At least, not yet xD. Flip-flop wearing mf (Luffy), barefooted gorilla (Zoro), and a boots person (Ace) [said affectionately].

- Law likes cute animal stuff. Everytime the crew docks on an island Cora will always come back with something cute for Law. Like, a cat keychain, a bear plushie, bunny themed band-aids, capybara pins and so on. So imagine this, Cora with a cute hairclip of a cute animal. Law really likes them (both Cora and the hairclip).

- Sometimes Cora has a hard time finding a bra her size, and its not even about her boobs, its about how her torso is a bit too wide. So most of her clothes have paddings on them (Law is delighted about this, since if she takes off Cora's top, she'll immediately be greeted by her boobs, no bra on sight lmao).

- NICKNAMES!!!! These are so cute. Ace calls Luffy "Loaf" cuz its food and Luffy likes food and Ace likes Luffy. Law calls Cora "Rosi/Rosy" when she's feeling affectionate (and also when she dominates Cora- ehem). Zoro and Sanji... you know how they are- lmao. They give each other new nicknames every few weeks.

That's all for now! Have a great day!

-S

[ringing a dinner bell] fashionable coralaw fans, come get your food!!!! it's time to eat!!

heheheh Cora's fluffy hair is one of my fav things about his design... it would be so cute to play around with styling it if it were longer, or if fem!Cora was just more inclined to accessorize it. :3c makes sense to me that Law would be a big fan too

Oh to lay my head on Cora's chest, just once......... The jealousy I have for Law and Sanji in this scenario...................... Also lmaoooo I see the no bra thing now and then in fem!character designs and it throws me off. I guess it make sense when they give the character a smaller chest, but it would just be painful for like, fem!Zoro. get those puppies some support so they're not flying around during fights!

(I'm bringing in too much realism, sorry 😂 )

backless dress Ace backless dress Ace BACKLESS DRESS ACE UHHHHHHHHH I need a minute. Brain coming back online.

awww I like the idea of Law keeping that appreciation for cute things kind of secret, but ofc Cora knows... Her indulging it would be so cute!!! and I continue to be endlessly jealous of Law... And also Cora... Haha, speaking of nicknames, I saw a fic where Cora kind of plays with the opposite idea and uses "Dr. Law" to be playful. Could be cute in this case, too c:

[fma03envy]

Part 2: Goodbye Despair

Hajime: Weird weird weird. NOT his color and that design is a. questionable choice

Nagito: I really don't feel like blue is his color? Like this outfit looks kind of too Put Together Nagito has to be at least a little disheveled. Slight points back for being trans colored here though

Ultimate Imposter: Ok first before the stuff with their outfit their neck is drawn so weirdly. Like you can sort of see it here but even more in other sprites that the artists don't know how to draw fat people. Aside from that this outfit looks. Not great. I don't see why they should have to be mimicking Byakuya here. This is like Mukuro two except that unlike Junko Byakuya has bad taste

Gundham: Okayyyy but they could do more. Seeing this I think "why does he have so much less clothing weighing him down I bet he's understimulated". He needs a big jacket.

Kazuichi: I really like this one! Something about the neon colors + how the fabric folds make it look thin and cheap, which fits with his thing of not having money. Also, it's just neat aesthetically

Teruteru: I hate this guy but this is very good character design and I'm mad about it

Nekomaru: In character. His design always makes me think of Spirit Halloween somehow and this is no exception

Fuyuhiko: I'm annoyed they didn't give him a jacket. Iirc he's never been shirtless before, even in omakes where every1 else is, saying he doesn't want people to see if he has tattoos. But that absolutely helped fuel my transmasc headcanon for him so showing him here shirtless (flatchested and with no tattoos) is a tad annoying. Also this swimsuit makes him look like he's the type of rich person who plays tennis

Akane: She wore this in the actual game but it looked bad then and still does now. Her 🤝 Nagito why do they think light blue is your color it's not. Also I feel like an ultimate gymnast would be more muscular

Chiaki: Pretty and matches with her pastel aesthetic. I like it

Sonia: I really can't imagine her in all pastel pink it doesn't really feel formal or regal enough. Like this gives off little mermaid-y princess vibes as opposed to actual ruler princess vibes

Hiyoko: Baby girl. Baby. This outfit is ok and I like how her suit has a cat design like her hairclips. Main critiques here are that a) she feels underdressed and b) her bows are the same color as her suit in some sprites but not others which really bothers me.

Mahiru: I never quite understood Mahiru's design aesthetically and I'm not sure I do here either but it? Kind of works in a strange way??? Pls be careful with your camera near the water though beloved

Mikan: >:( This is the most underwear-looking swimsuit yet COME ON. We can do better I'm SURE good menhera-y swimsuits exist

Ibuki: Cute! I like it and think it works with her aesthetic <3<3<3

Peko: Eh not big on this. I feel like she'd probably prefer something more covering given how her normal outfit shows so little skin. They could've at least made the ribbons on it white to match in her hair and on her sword case

(love that in the list I'm using to order these he's not put with the other guys but instead with the girls. Top 10 Izuru genderqueer moments)

Izuru: Yeah he'd wear this and it's fine. However, I can't shake the idea of him just. Showing up to the beach in his normal suit and tie out of my head I feel like he'd do that

(why does the wiki separate her sprite galleries)

Usami/Monomi:

Absolutely fitting/in character, except that I don't get why Usami's outfit would be different here than in dr2 since that's already beach-y but like. Whatever I'm getting too nitpicky

Additional note: I wish Ryoko could've been here. Ik she's not as well known but if both Hajime + Izuru can be here both her + Junko should be able to be here. Let it never be said I don't pick favorites

Bored so I'm stating my thoughts on every DRS swimsuit sprite

(Part 1: THH)

Makoto: it's like. Fine lol. Kind of generic but totally fits with his "totally average high school student" thing

Taka: Accurate. Next.

Byakuya: Torn between "this looks stupid" and "it's Byakuya we're talking about here, of course he'd wear something stupid and think it would make him look more refined ". Like this looks bad but it's absolutely in character

Mondo: Eh. Feels almost kinda young for him but I don't really have any better ideas and it does fit his color scheme well

Leon: Vibe feels vaguely off™ somehow but I couldn't tell you how. I'll take it ig

Hifumi: Fitting. No actual complaints here to speak of

Hiro: I guess I get what they were going for but this is too patterned and also not his color scheme at all. Maybe I'm just saying this bc I think orange and green basically never match but yeah

Chihiro: BEAUTIFUL AMAZING SHOWSTOPPING PERFECT. My favorite outfit so far. Dr may have utterly failed in basically every aspect of Chihiro's writing but they did not fail with this outfit she looks amazing

Sayaka: This looks dumb sorry. Idk what they were going for but like. Why. The top and bottom of her suit don't even match? (Admittedly her hair being draped over her shoulders weirdly like that is just for this sprite not all of them but still)

Kyoko. Like. Technically it's better than Sayaka's aesthetically in that at least it matches with itself and her hair ties (in most of the sprites at least. For some reason they're discolored in this only fullbody one.). Still. The thing about me is that I have trouble imagining Kyoko wearing literally any feminine clothing ever so I see this and my mind just goes "OOC" even though she literally also dresses fem in canon

Hina: Worst one yet. She's literally ultimate swimmer why would she wear this it's impractical and dumb. Also the color scheme is soo different from the normal desaturated red+white+blue she normally wears. The bandaid is an ok touch but that's the only good thing about this design

(I'm sorry Toko's expression is like that; this is the only close-to-fullbody DRS sprite on the wiki)

Toko and Syo (kind of the same outfit so I'll judge it together): I really like this one! Toko having a skirt thing so no one can see her tallymarks but Syo taking it off is a good touch. I wouldn't have thought of blue as her color but it actually really works (and reminds me of Komaru's uniform...)

Sakura: Cute! Tbh a bit more frilly/cutesy than I would have expected but she looks nice :)

Celeste: SECOND FAVE AFTER CHIHIRO I <3 IT. Generally Celeste's aesthetic fucks so hard (only tiiiiny criticism I have is that the lace on her suit would look nicer if it was matching in size with that on her headdress)

Junko: Why so plain??? Like it really doesn't seem to fit with the gyaru aesthetic at all (admittedly I don't know much about said fashion subculture though so I def could be wrong it just looks very different to my eye). Like I feel like this is what Hina should have worn it looks like smth actual swimmers would wear in a race

Mukuro: REAL LIXED FEELINGS HERE. On the one hand, this is very fitting for someone pretending to be the ultimate fashionista; you've perfectly captured that vibe. On the other hand, why should she have to pretend to be Junko in this context whyyy. (So like generally this aesthetic is good but the "Mukuro is butch" part of my brain is NOT a fan she shouldn't have to wear that)

Monokuma: Sure lol. this is fine

[like-rain-or-confetti]

Not Leaving Anymore (Donna Beneviento x Reader)

"Are you going to leave me?" The question was soft spoken but nearly had you choking on your tea. "Wait what?" You turned to Donna quizzically. "Why would you ask me that?" You let out a laugh but alarm and confusion was overpowering within your expression. "You intended to leave before." Donna said quietly. "Yeah, before you." You retorted. You couldn't see her expression beyond her veil but you got a hint when her fingers began to fidget, picking, her shoulders raised slightly. She didn't understand. The sentence running circles in her mind. It was surprising that Donna thought so little of herself. So much that such a statement had her completely lost in her own thoughts of confusion and doubt. "Can I show you something?" You asked her, pulling her back into the moment. Donna nodded and you led her to your room. 

Tucked away in a shelf was a box. A shoe box. There wasn't anything special about it. It seemed to had seen better days, having lost its colour and the edges have small bumps and dents. You opened it and didn't skip a beat as you revealed the box's contents. You showed her the note and she recognised her handwriting immediately. Donna's handwriting was always pristine and elegant, even when rushed. "This is the note you left me refusing the money I owed you after you paid for a glass I broke in house Dimitrescu!" You began. Donna's uncertain gaze flickered back to you. You pulled out a fabric flower. "This is the flower you let me keep with the scraps off fabric you had for your dolls." Donna tentatively stepped forward. "I have your letters, a list of the books you like and recommended to me. The hairclip Angie gave me." Donna cast her gaze down to the box before you. It was filled with clutter. Rubbish to those who may not have known the context. However she did. This wasn't clutter to Donna. This was every little thing she had ever given you. "You kept them." She murmured. You looked at her, slightly taken aback. "Of course I did. They were from you." "I didn't realise I had such an impact on this decision." She said quietly, barely over a whisper. "Of course, you do honey. You change everything." You replied without even so much as a pause. "I couldn't imagine my life without you in it. Not even a day." You paused with a small smile and a huff of amusement. You had pondered the thought and it took mere seconds for the conclusion to come to you. It was a simple conclusion. No thought was required, much like breathing. "Well...how could I go on without you?" You asked. Donna was used to being alone. You opened up a whole other world for her. The opportunity of companionship that long ago she had become complacent with the idea that she couldn't have it. Yet you gave her it so easily. It was hard to think of why it hadn't come to her sooner. In hindsight, she wouldn't have changed a thing. Not if it led to you. "Me?" It came out more of a quiet question as she tried to wrap her head around it all. "It has always been you." You smiled.

[beckface]

sometimes i think about how LRW's civilian/work clothes are already CMYK. Cyan = Headband hairclip thing (is it one of those plastic hairclips from the early 2000s that didn't actually hold your hair bc you needed like 3 other ponytails to keep it in place, or is it like a plastic ring???) Magenta = Shirt, Yellow = Hair. She's a walking printer cartridge before she gets copiered. Also legit disappointed we never got a 'machinations' pun from her because... because machine....... (also ty for providing 10/10 wordgirl content, my hyperfixation is back with a vengeance and I appreciate your posts very much /gen)

It took me forever to answer this just know my guilt is immeasurable and my apologies are plenty /lh anyways

I THINK the thing that Beatrice wears is a headband, but I have seen a lot of fanart where it’s one of those giant ponytail holder things, and I love to imagine that, if we take the show in the context of 2022 that Beatrice has worn the exact same outfit since like the 1990s or something and she refuses to change it. That seems in character.

The villain character designs are literally top tier in this show. They HAD to have done the CMYK thing on purpose, literally no way it was an accident, kudos to you for seeing that JKSDFDS like it’s a visual pun the writers of this show love that kind of silly stuff

Why couldn’t we have more machinery-based word lessons with the sheer amount of machine-based villains. Mr. Big, LRW, Twobrains, Granny May to an extent, and of course mf Robot Mccallister

LRW is iconic and out of all of the villains I remembered her design PERFECTLY years after I had first watched the show when I was actually the target demo. I love how she clearly gave up on brushing her hair all the way through years ago. I love how exhausted she constantly is. I love how she can switch from faux timidity to pure internal rage. I love how being a villain is her outlet for the stress of everyday life. She is just coasting along, respect.

This is not anything to do with your ask about LRW but i’m gonna talk about it anyways, I love all the character designs so so much. Chuck being a sandwich head is so random like how did they decide that. Did they give him the sandwich theme, the name, or the design first because NONE of those things seems like something someone would bring up at a pitch meeting casually

Mr. Big being a stereotypical business guy but with a robber’s mask as his symbol is so creative and slick I will never get over it, meanwhile Leslie looks like that stereotypical blonde assistant except she’s constantly monotone inside and out and is secretly wearing a karate uniform at all times

Twobrain s tumblr se xymann (no but serious this is another one with like how did they think of that concept. Did they start off making Steven as like the science character and then they fucked with it?? Or did they make the mouse thing and then do a tragic backstory?? I have so many questions)

Tobey looks like literally every British child you’ll ever see and the fact that he’s faking his accent makes that even funnier. Great punchline

The coach is a short king but he also needs to shave that mustache like come on dude you look like you’re banned from school grounds

Whammer’s horns are unnecessary and also the best thing ever I hope that he never ever loses all the random bullshit in his design <3

(edit WAIT I JUST GOT IT. HE’S A BULL IN A CHINA SHOP. BECAUSE HE WRECKS THINGS. DAMN YOU PBS)

Butcher is such a CLASSIC cartoon character idk how to explain it but like. He’s a meat butcher. He wears a butchers outfit covered in meat. His magic power is meat. He butchers words. Simple, I love it. Also he’s not stereotypically mean or brutish, he’s a sweet guy.

I Like how in the Best’s design their hair is shiny while most of the other characters don’t have any texture or detail in their hair. It’s a nice touch and great visual storytelling that this family is made of perfectionists and egotists

I like how the learnerer makes no sense and scares me a little! There is no explanation he just looks like that!

I like how with Seymour’s design his power is his teeth, and his design is literally BUILT from the ground up to highlight just how got dam white those teeth are

NOCAAAAAAN

Okay done with talking about character designs hnnnn

(and thank you!! My hyperfixation also rushed back as you can see so i’m glad I can provide engaging content for some ppl dkflsldj)

[luna-loner]

Sugikano HCs 💘

My turn to contribute to the tag :)

They get together in their adulthood, when they're completely over their crushes.

Prior to that, they had formed a good friendship in junior high. They've been to each others' homes and have a good relationship with their families. Sugino is possibly the only guy Okano's father and brothers are okay with her bringing over.

Lots of teasing from her entire family-- even her mom! Okano has to repeat over and over than that they're. Just. Friends!

Seven years later, they're a couple. You can imagine how irritating the smug "I told you so" looks she got from her whole family were when she announced she was dating Sugino.

Being the trolls that they are, Okano's brothers "offered" to accompany them on their dates as Sugino's bodyguards since he's a celebrity now.

They play sports together, whether it's to help the other practice, or just for fun. They would do this as friends, but it's a little different now that they're a couple. Lots of flirting, and the loser has to buy snacks.

Sugino likes to brag about Okano's achievement like the proud boyfriend that he is. It's both endearing and embarrassing.

Of course baseball's on the list, and Okano gives Sugino a run for his money. She's not going easy on him just 'cause he's her boyfriend.

They also workout together. Okano likes to act as Sugino's personal trainer. Sugino doesn't mind, since at the end of the day, she's the most knowledgeable about fitness between the two.

After each workout, he wipes her brow with his arm bands.

He's also very affectionate and Okano would easily get flustered at first, but she later got used to it.

Sugino has a habit of resting his head on top if Okanos' while wrapping his arms around her from behind. He also likes carrying her because she's so tiny compared to him.

Whenever he jokes about the height difference, she lightly smacks him or threatens to kick him.

Whenever Sugino ruffles her hair (and he really enjoys touching her hair because of how silky it is) Okano would slap his hand away. That was back when she would easily get flustered. She still playfully swats his hand away and tells him to stop, but from her smile, you can tell she's enjoying it.

They play video games together (this one's inspired by Blueberry's hc that Okano is a competitive gamer) much like with baseball, Okano refuses to ease ip on him. Sonetimes, they'd play with her brothers and that's when the whole thing turns into a battlefield for Okano.

Sugino associates her with rabbits since they're so quick on their feet. (Thorn and I once had a convo about Okano being like a rabbit)

When Sugino isn't playing with them, he acts as a cheerleader of sorts to Okano. Guy's gotta support his girl.

Okano associates Sugino with dogs. Doesn't mean she thinks he's a player or anything; it's just that he's the human embodiment of "Man's best friend" (if she had to pick a breed, it would either be a golden retriever or a Dalmatian)

He once got her a bunny hairclip, which later became one of Okano's prized possessions.

He also got her a bunch of pink hairclips that he would put in random places until Okano's hair is all messed up. Okano lightly smacked him, then kissed him as a thank you. (For the hairclips, not ruining her hair)

Later, Okano starts buying blue hairclips and messes up his hair, too. Sugino retaliates by giving her a nuggie. Then he kisses her and runs away while she chases him with a pillow.

Speaking of pillows, Okano once joked about ordering a pillow with a picture of her on it for Sugino to travel with. Sugino responded by saying it's not necessary since he's got enough pictures on his phone, all stored in a nice folder titled "♡Hinata♡"

Later, while he's away for a game, Okano receives a package from her boyfriend. It's a pillow with Sugino's picture!

She sent him a selfie of her hugging the pillow with the caption: "You've been replaced >:P"

Sugino just sent her a screenshot of the selfie as his new home screen wallpaper. There's just no beating this guy, is there?

[herethereverywhere]

hiii 🧸 and 🎶 for the ask game? specifically for ashe cos I'm incredibly normal about them <333

🎶; this song on my ashe playlist. whatever this genre is called, and old-school rock

🧸; in my head, ashes hair has always been on the longer side. one parts because i cant imagine her with a shorter haircut, and the other because i think back when her mom was alive, she adored those Claire's-esq hairclips. you know the ones.

[unmaskedagain]

Not Waiting forever

I’m pretty sure this has been done like a million times already. But I decided I’m going to try to answer as many prompts, that are already in my asks, as I can before I burn out. I AM NOT CURRENTLY TAKING PROMPTS.

THESE will not be full-fledged fics but more than likely ONE-SHOT drabbles. I need to push through my writer’s block. This is disregarding Miracle Queen.

 …It wasn’t Marinette’s choice.

Ladybug, the new guardian after Fu’s tragic heart attack, had gave her opinion but that was it. Kwami were stubborn. No matter what Marinette said in defense of Alya and Nino, Trixx and Wayzz. None of the Kwami were willing to be given out to anyone they didn’t give express approval of anymore. It wasn’t a risk they could take. And now that Marinette was the Guardian on top of being a full time hero, they couldn’t allow just anyone to watch her back. They all decided that Marinette needed someone she could trust and who trusted her. And just as importantly, they needed wielders who better fit them.

Alya failed to see through Lila Rossi. She fell too easily for lies to be a master of illusion. Instead of searching for the truth, gathering evidence, she rather just believe what she’s told. She demanded proof from Marinette rather than believing her friend over someone she just met. She was stubborn and once Alya’s mind was set on something, there was no stopping her.

Trixx refused to go back to her. The kwami wanted someone more creative and free thinking. Maybe a different type of writer, she said. A clever story teller.

Nino failed to stand by his friend when she needed him the most. His lack of loyalty to one of his oldest childhood friends had left a bad taste in Wayzz’s mouth. He chose Alya’s side, and thus Lila’s, without even bothering to hear what Marinette had to say. Or even demanding that they at least take her view into consideration.

If Nino couldn’t stand by his dear friend over a minor issue, the Kwami couldn’t trust he’d guard Ladybug’s back, who a technically stranger to him. Wayzz refused to allow Nino to be his holder again.

           Marinette had gotten more than a bit defensive because despite everything that was going on in class, she still believed Alya and Nino would come around. She believed that the two, and everyone else in class, would realize Lila was lying.  It was just a matter of time.

“That’s the issue, Mistress,” Wayzz frowned at her. “You shouldn’t have to wait for them to have your back.” He told her.

           Trixx nodded, “Alya could’ve easily looked up any of Lila’s claims when you told her Lila was lying. But she didn’t because she didn’t want to. Lila’s tales about Ladybug are a hit on her blog. Alya would rather cling to fool’s gold because its shiny than do what she knows is right.”

           Marinette crossed her arms, “Alya can just get a little… excited. You know how much the Ladyblog means to her!”

“Yes. We do,” Trixx nodded. “What we don’t know is how much you do. From what we can tell… not that much. Alya would rather think you’re jealous,” Trixx added, “And that you’re the problem than consider that her and the entire class got duped. It’s not fair.”

“Your friends routinely ditch you,” Wayzz reminded her. “Ignore you in class, believe the worst about you. They have all but severed their friendship with you completely. This has been going on for months. This is not something that can just be blamed on Lila’s falsehoods. It was their own choices that led to this. We do not trust them.

“I trust them?” Marinette offered weakly.

           Trixx and Wayzz shared a look before shaking their heads.

“No,” Wayzz said. “You want to trust them.”

“There’s a difference,” Trixx told her. “You want to trust them like you want them to be the friends you knew again. You want them back. I’m sorry, Marinette. But we want new holders. All the Kwami do.”

“You need a team now,” Wayzz stated. “Not a later. Hawkmoth is growing stronger. You need allies. It’s time.”

“Pollen doesn’t want a new holder,” Marinette said petulantly.

           There was silence.

“…Pollen was always the weird one,” Wayzz shrugged. “Pollen will never change her mind about Chloe.”

           Marinette narrowed her eyes. That had been the longest argument ever. Eventually Marinette had lost the battle when she was forced to admit how much the blond hero had improved over time. Chloe hadn’t bullied or hurt anyone’s feeling in a very long time. There had been no tantrums or threats to call her daddy. Even without a mask, Marinette had spotted Chloe helping people escape Akumas at the risk of herself. She was proving to be a hero outside of being Queen bee. Marinette did trust her to fight by her side which had been the deciding factor.

Plus Pollen refused to give in, and the only one the Kwami would pick. So Marinette gave in. She went to Chloe as Ladybug and gave her the hair clip.

“Welcome to the team,” Ladybug smiled as best she could.

           Chloe held the hairclip with disbelief and tears in her eyes, “I’m going to be a hero? You trust me.”

“You are a hero,” Ladybug said and did the bravest, and possibly the stupid thing in her life, “Spots off.” She detransformed in front of Chloe. The blonde’s mouth dropped. “And I do trust you.”

“Dupain-Cheng!” Chloe hissed but then goarned. “I should’ve known.”

“Yes, Chloe gets to stay.”

           Trixx giggled, “Pollen only likes Queen Bees, and she hasn’t come across any better than Chloe at your school.”

“And, while, Chloe didn’t like you before, she does now.” Wayzz admitted, “She was always very loyal to Ladybug. She has potential to be a good hero if we can break her love of the limelight completely.”

           Marinette huffed.

“And I remind you, there were conditions,” Wayzz advised. “A new costume and a new name. New hair color. Whatever it takes. She can never tell the public who she really is. Killer Wasp has a nice ring to it.”

           Marinette sighed and slumped face first onto her. She could hear Tikki snickering in the background and vowed to only bring oatmeal cookies to her for the next week.

What was Marinette going to do? What could she do? She had been so excited when the Kwami told her they wanted to get more permanent use like Tikki and Plagg… Until they broke the news. (And just a bit of Marinette’s heart)

           Now Marinette had to find new users.

           Trixx wanted a creative free thinker who wasn’t the least bit stubborn. A different type of writer, Trixx has suggested. A clever story teller.

           Wayzz wanted who had the natural born ability to be a protector. Someone smart and hardworking who had proven themselves to be loyal.

           Marinette’s head snapped up and she glared at the two Kwami, “You already know who you want, don’t you?”

           Trixx and Wayzz smirked.

“In my chosen’s defense,” Wayzz started, “She has proven herself to be loyal to a fault. And with the right amount of confidence, she will be an extraordinary ally.”

“My chosen is so creative,” Trixx swooned, “The most brilliant imagination. As a natural storyteller, his mind was born to see all the possibilities. It allows him to come up with theories and ideas no one else would even consider. There is no illusion he can’t see through because as soon as he sees it hundreds of different explanations run through his head.”

           Marinette raised an eyebrow and gave them firm stare. “Who is it?”

“I want Marc!” Trixx said happily.

The bluenette looked thoughtful for a moment but eventually nodded, admitting that Marc would be a good match for Trixx. “Agreed, I will give Marc a trial run to test his abilities.” Then Marinette turned to Wayzz who was looking very sheepish.

“Hear me out, if we get my chosen on our side, she’d be unstoppable,” Wayzz told her. “There would be nothing she wouldn’t do for those she cares for.”

“Who. Is. It?” Marinette asked again.

“I like her,” Wayzz insisted. “She has potential. If she was just a bit bolder…”

“Wayzz…” Marinette said.

Trixx snickered, “There’s a reason Wayzz gave into Chloe…”

Marinette paused. She slowly sat up on her bed, and looked at Wayzz long and hard, “…Sabrina? You want Sabrina!!!”

“Yes.”

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?” The shout could be heard all over Paris.

“She hated me,” Marinette reminded the kwami.

“Disliked you,” Wayzz corrected. “But only because Chloe did. Once Sabrina found out you and Chloe had become friends, you have to admit she has become rather sweet. She’s a hard worker and defended you against Lila three times last week.”

“And you do like her,” Trixx added. “Why else would you have a slumber party with Chloe and Sabrina?”

“…I hit my head a lot during fights,” Marinette shrugged. “Magic can’t take away all the damage.”

           She sighed. Marc and Sabrina, huh? Marinette wondered how that was going to work out. She hated to admit it but Wayzz and Trixx were right. Ladybug couldn’t wait anymore. She needed a team. One she could count on in and outside of the mask. The city needed more heroes.

           It wasn’t right to make them wait just because she clung to a hope that everything would go back to the way it was. Marinette really missed her friends but she couldn’t wait for them anymore. It had been months.

           And even if everyone in class discovered Lila’s was lying, that Marinette wasn’t a jealous, nasty bully, that she was their friend… That Marinette had always been their friend… It wouldn’t matter.

           Truthfully, after everything that had happened, Wayzz was right. Marinette didn’t trust them, she just wanted to. And that wasn’t enough.

           Not enough for Kwami, and not enough for her. (not anymore)

           Nothing could or would go back to the way it was no matter how much Marinette wished it. Once bitten, twice shy. A part of will never entirely trust them again. (Not when they traded her for fool’s gold already before.)

           Paris needed more permanent heroes. Ladybug needed a team. Marinette needed people she could trust.

           She was done waiting.

(She wondered how Alya and Nino would handle being replaced...)

…

…

            ...They didn’t take it well.

(Sabrina, Shield Maiden, and Marc, Renard Masqué, thrived as heroes.)

[itsnothingofinterest]

I think this fandom needs more villainous Christmas content, and also we really need some light Villain content right now; so since the PLF were formed and Shigaraki was still with them for last Christmas, here’s what I headcanon Shigaraki & the lieutenants got each other during their tense first few days after the merger.

Shigaraki

He get everyone video games. And also personal consoles for each and every one of them. Now Hero Aca is 200 years in the future, but I’m gonna list specific games & series anyway and just say if it still exists, it’s the latest game from that series, if not, it’s something similar to that series. With that said, here’s what he got everyone.

Dabi: Doom

Toga: Assassins’ Creed

Spinner: Grand Theft Auto

Twice: Animal Crossing

Mr. Compress: Mario

Geten: Dark Souls

Skeptic: Professor Layton

Trumpet: Command & Conquer

Redestro: X-COM

Attitude after merger review: Good marks; no noticeable signs of favoring old friends over enemies turned allies. Good job hiding that animosity Tomura!

Dabi

He went to a book store and got everyone books; because they’re good gifts that still allow him the opportunity to knock everyone’s literacy skills by saying they should read more. It’s an important balance for him to strike, getting good gifts without appearing friendly in the slightest. Anyway, here’s the genres he got everyone

Shigaraki Edge action adventure

Toga: Romance

Spinner: Action adventure YA novel

Twice: Slice-of-life comedy

Mr. Compress: murder mystery

Geten: University-level math textbook

Skeptic: Sci-fi navel gazing

Trumpet: Political theory

Redestro: Suspenceful Thriller

Attitude after merger review: Would’ve been fine if not for that dig at Geten’s uneducated status. Try harder next year, please.

Toga

Reminiscent of her pre-quirk Christmases, she decided to make homemade gifts for everyone using whatever she had available. Which was a lot, actually, since she was not afraid to spend Redestro’s money on supplies. In fact she went out of her way to get the most expensive supplies available at every opportunity.

Shigaraki: A grim miniature carnival ground where action figures of All Might & other pros are tortured and mutilated.

Dabi: a miniature statue of him made out of platinum and then crudely painted.

Spinner: An origami model of Stain with a vast arsenal of origami swords.

Twice: a Hand-knitted toque just a bit to big for his head.

Mr. Compress: A collection of new masks in fancy paints.

Geten: A mountaineering pick-ax with a handle in his color scheme.

Skeptic: Just a piece of paper saying “I know about the neck snapping. I look forward to working with you.”

Trumpet: A Trumpet.

Redestro: A bust of his head made of solid gold and smiling his to-wide fake-y smile.

Attitude after merger review: Also docking points for a dig at a former adversary, and what’s worse is it wasn’t even in the form of a proper present. Also losing points for going out or your way to spend Redestro’s money, which granted, everyone else was doing too, but you were a bit upfront with it. Employ more subtlety next time!

Spinner

Spinner also got everyone video games like Shigaraki did; however he looked into indie games. Gotta support the little guys, y’know? That said, indie games 200 years in the future are nearly equivalent to AAA games now in all the ways that matter, so there’s not too much of a difference except it’s all spiritual successors, no franchises. Huge selection though, and there’s successors to everything so Spinner’s set.

Shigaraki: Metroid

Dabi: Mario Kart

Toga: Danganronpa

Twice: Rayman

Mr. Compress: Clunhouse Games: 51 Classics

Geten: Celeste

Skeptic: Keep Talking and Nobody Explodes.

Trumpet: Call of Duty

Redestro: Roller Coater Tycoon

Attitude after merger review: Full marks just like Tomura, as expected of his closest lieutenant. Excellent gifting Spinner!

Twice

Now that he has money, he just went on some Amazon-esque website and got the first thing he saw the reminded him of everyone. As such, his gifts are the most sporadic & random.

Shigaraki: A bottle of Kurogiri’s favorite wine.

Dabi: A quality pack of cigarettes.

Toga: Hairclips with characters from an anime she liked growing up.

Spinner: One of the spinning whetstone things for sharpening blades.

Mr. Compress: A new hat.

Geten: a pair of mittens.

Skeptic: Several Spools or wire + a pair of wire cutters.

Trumpet: A maintenance kit for trumpets.

Redestro: A $1000 donation to a quirkless rights movement in his name. (Can you tell he’s still mad about Giran?)

Attitude after merger review: Once more, major marks docked for taking a dig at an enemy-turned-ally that you can hardly even pretend is a proper gift. Once again; if you can’t do anything nice, be more sublet when acting mean.

Mr. Compress

He frankly wanted to see if he could get anyone into his hobbies, or at least get them something to remind them of him, so he robbed a magic store for magic trick-based toys & performance tools.

Shigaraki: One of those things where you saw your assistant in half (complete with saw).

Dabi: Those weird orb things that slid around your hand.

Toga: One of those boxes you have your assistant stand in and then stab them (complete with knives).

Spinner: Fancy deck of cards

Twice: Yo-yo collection.

Geten: Hula hoop

Skeptic: Semi-transparent Mirror

Trumpet: Bracelet things where you put one inside the other.

Redestro: Fog Machine

Attitude after merger review: Nearly full marks, but it is rather noticeable how League members got, on average, much larger presents than the MLA alumni. Still, the plausible deniability is worth something here. 

Geten

He just went to a store to get whatever he could find. He did not try very hard for the League. Or Skeptic & Trumpet for that matter.

Shigaraki: Santa hat

Dabi: Snow globe

Toga: Chocolate Bar

Spinner: Elf hat.

Twice: Bag of candy

Mr. Compress: a $20 gift card.

Skeptic: New tie.

Trumpet: A wallet.

Redestro: A Blue-Ray collection of a movie series he’d been meaning to see.

Attitude after merger review: Absolute lowest marks; the fact that he got bad gifts for fellow MLA members does not hide this fact as well as he may think it does.

Skeptic

Not really knowing enough about any of these guys enough to really think about what they want, but still wanting to show off; he hacked into the personal bank accounts of several heroes & famous figures and, using each one, got a ¥ 1 million gift card from this store franchise that doesn’t allow any kind of refunds.  Here are the corresponding accounts used to make each person’s gift (he did at least put thought into who each recipient might like to rob).

Shigaraki: All Might

Dabi: Endeavor

Toga: Best Jeanist

Spinner: Wash

Twice: Yoroi Musha

Mr. Compress: Edgeshot

Geten: Mirko

Trumpet: Some political opponent

Redestro: The HPSC president

Attitude after merger review: Both thoughtful and balanced between old & new partners, full marks for one of the last people you might’ve expected. Way to use that pride, Skeptic!

Trumpet

A rather materialistic fellow, he got everyone some new tech or item of convenience.

Shigaraki: An expensive watch.

Dabi: A temperature-controlled water bottle

Toga: A big make-up kit

Spinner: A nice suit

Twice: An Ipod.

Mr. Compress: A nice suitcase.

Geten: A mini-fridge.

Skeptic: A new laptop.

Redestro: A new phone.

Attitude after merger review: Full marks, I suppose, if only because he equally half-arsed it for everyone. Not even out of malice either, he just didn’t try all that hard for anyone.

Redestro

The richest of the lot: he also just got everyone some piece of technology/luxury rich person thing, with the difference that his presents were really big & expensive. He was rather invested in endearing himself to the new team.

Shigaraki: A kind of really big yacht, one with windows around the deck to keep people from seeing him. Imagine a cross between a yacht & a limo, actually.

Dabi: A stupidly big TV with like 10 different streaming services pre-paid on it. 

Toga: A self-driving car.

Spinner: One of those 4-wheeled dirt bikes

Twice: His very own mountain lodge.

Mr. Compress: His very own hot tub.

Geten: His own private jet, complete with a walk-in freezer installed in the back.

Skeptic: A warehouse & collection of those big data storage units; enough to back-up all the data his company had ever collected.

Trumpet: A new van

Attitude after merger review: Full marks and well earned; because even if they weren’t always the most personalized, they were too high quality for it to matter. And for once the expense wasn’t a mark against him because he was spending his own money!

Final review: Toga got everyone the best gifts, with Twice taking 2nd place, because theirs were both thoughtful and unique. Even the non-gift to Skeptic & Redestro couldn't bring them below anyone else’s score. Everyone else sucks at this. 3rd place goes to Redestro though, because “money can’t by happiness” is a phrase that doesn’t apply to poor people.

[yellowmagicalgirl]

Merlin’s Unavailable (Please Leave a Message with his Apprentice)

So last August, @inhonoredglory​ mentioned that they had “wanted to see a future in which Douxie used up his powers to defeat Morgana after Merlin died and was the one laying in the tomb by the time present-day Jim and Co. find him to defeat Morgana at the end of Trollhunters.” This is more of an au that completely ignores the time travel aspects as well as the fact that Merlin needed two master wizards to make the amulet, and then extends the medieval events of Wizards out to about a year as opposed to just a week. Still, I hope you enjoy this.

AO3

FFN

“Great Gorgus,” Blinky said as they saw the corpse covered in cobwebs. “It’s him.”

“Is it... really?” Claire asked.

"Must be,” AAARRRGGHH!!! said.

“It’s gotta be him,” Toby said. “I mean, it’s Merlin’s tomb; who else would it be?”

Well, it was also now Draal’s tomb. However, this particular corpse seemed to almost be in a place of honor. The stone from Jim���s amulet glowed, and so Jim walked towards Merlin. As Jim got closer, he couldn’t help but notice just how young Merlin had been when he died. Jim had thought that Merlin would have been an old man, not a boy who could easily just have been an older classmate from school wearing a ren faire costume. Merlin’s head rested on a black pillow, and Jim almost thought that his hair was tied in a bun.

Jim frowned slightly. Merlin had been so young when he died; would Jim and his friends die even younger? They had already lost Draal; who else did they have to lose?

Jim wasn’t able to get lost in his fearful musings, because three points of blue light rose up from the amulet before descending onto Merlin’s eyes and mouth with smoky trails. Jim leaned in closer, trying to see why the amulet had worked that way.

And then Merlin woke up, gasping for air before coughing and choking on the spiderweb. Jim took a step back, unsure of what to do. He had had basic medical training for if a person was choking, but something about Merlin’s corpse felt very wrong.

The pillow revealed itself to be a cat, who stretched and yawned before patting Merlin’s back. The cat then put on a pair of silver glasses before patting Merlin’s back.

“Merlin?” Jim asked after Merlin stopped coughing. Merlin looked over at Jim, and his face went through a myriad of hopeful and then pained expressions before settling on a scowl.

“Sorry, no, Merlin’s not available right now, or ever again,” not-Merlin said as he crossed his arms over his chest. The cat put a paw on not-Merlin’s knee, giving him a sympathetic headbutt before turning to everyone else in the tomb.

“Forgive my familiar’s rudeness,” the cat said, “he’s grieving.”

“But, if you’re not Merlin, then why’re you in his tomb?” Toby asked.

“I could technically ask you the same,” not-Merlin grumbled before the cat gave him a withering look. “Yes, Archie. Sorry, Archie. Master Merlin was old, even for a wizard, so he had already began preparing for his death by making me help build him a tomb even though he figured that he wouldn’t need it for another decade or five. I bet he never made any of his other apprentices do anything so morbid... all because I started wearing a skull-shaped pendant.”

The scowl broke into a sad thing that was almost a smile.

“I thought Morgana was Merlin’s only apprentice,” Blinky said. With that, the scowl returned to Merlin’s apprentice’s face.

“She didn’t deserve to be his apprentice, not after she... after... after she...”

“Do you want me to tell them, Douxie?” Archie asked. Douxie shook his head.

“Morgana betrayed Merlin. Betrayed Camelot, and in one fight she lost her hand so Merlin took it, and I helped him to make the amulet. Ten months later, she killed Merlin. If I hadn’t been there, hiding while the battle took place... he turned to ash, and I couldn’t even gather that to bury.” Douxie turned his head away and blinked rapidly. “All I had left was his staff. Two months after Merlin died, Morgana planned on using the pieces of Killahead Bridge to spread darkness across the entire world. I don’t know, I think she said something about how it would bring balance? Or something? Thankfully, Archie and I were able to draw her away from the battle, so that we could use a spell that we had found in one of Merlin’s old spellbooks to trap her in a newborn Heartstone on the other side of the world. But, I think I messed it up, or something, because I was so tired that I couldn’t use my magic, so I Archie and I came back here. That was two days ago, for me. I thought I was dying... the amulet has... had some of my and Merlin’s magic stored in it, so I guess that brought me and Archie back to life.”

“Yes, we should’ve told that little secret to Deya, but hindsight’s always better,” Archie said. “But since we never told anyone, why are you five here?”

Everyone made an effort not to look directly at Claire. AAARRRGGHH!!! spoke up. “Gunmar take Staff of Avalon. We followed, tried to stop him. Friend die in process.”

“I’m sorry,” Douxie said before a look of alarm crossed his face. “Wait. Sod. Fuzzbuckets, did you say that he took Master Merlin’s staff? He’ll use it to release Morgana!”

“Yeah, we already knew that,” Claire said. “Did you and Merlin plan for the tomb to self destruct when it was removed? Please tell me you can use your magic to get us out because my shadow portals don’t work.”

Douxie cringed. “No; nearly all of it is being used to keep Morgana sealed. But, the amulet of daylight should still work, and we can use that to get out of here.”

“Uh, about that.” Jim pulled out the pieces of the amulet. “We had to destroy this to get here.”

“Please tell me you have all the pieces,” Douxie said. Jim nodded. “Okay, I can fix this. I hope. The rest of you, try to make sure the area doesn’t flood while I’m working.”

Douxie hummed while he worked before frowning and standing straight. “I thought you said you had all the pieces!”

“I did,” Jim said.

“Clearly you missed one, there’s supposed to be a small metal piece right here!”

Claire pulled out one of her hairclips. “Will this work?”

Douxie squinted at it. “Hopefully.”

The amulet fixed, Jim called out the incantation and parted the waters with his sword. “If you helped to make the amulet, why isn’t your name part of the incantation?”

Douxie kicked at the ground, looking away and absentmindedly petting Archie’s ears. “Because I was just his apprentice; there was no reason for history to remember me. Let’s go and see if we can find a way to keep Morgana from killing everyone.”

Author’s note: Now imagine everyone returning to the Lakes' house and the human parental figures + Strickler are all going "oh good my teenager and their friends are safe... why is there another one".

Also, given the way Morgana killed Merlin in this, it was too sudden for Merlin to ever be able to tell Douxie just how much he cared about his son 😈

[scribbling-stiks]

Retrievers - XLVIII - Cave Dwellers

*I was going to finish this digitally, but I am currently mentally exhausted and lost motivation, so fuck it. I included most of the characters, so I win. I hope y'all enjoy.*

The wind howls outside. Long sticks scrap against the walls of the cave. Russia cringes at the noise. The cave holds the heat better than Russia expected. Russia continues purring, and he curls up a little more, trying his best to conserve his heat.

Most of the states begin to disperse.  Four people stay against him, and New Mexico begins peaking around the wall next to his head. Russia's fur prickles as a violently shivering Florida buries himself in between Russia's back leg and his body.

'He must be freezing.'

Mexico takes the jacket and boots that America had grabbed from their campsite.

'It must be the stuff I took off.'

'...now I can't even wear shoes. I like shoes.'

Russia pouts a little and turns his head to the outside. He squints against the wind. Warmth trickles out from above his head. He tries to lay his head down again, but tree branches crash together and his ears perk up.

His head pokes up again and he glances at the whipping tree branches.

Suddenly, he feels shifting against his fur, and Texas' hat pokes into Russia's side. Russia almost starts nudging him over when Alabama catches his eye and shakes his head vehemently.

"(Don't wake him up. Please,)" Alabama signs frantically.

"Don't wake him up," Mississippi says, sitting in front of America.

Russia nods and settles on his legs, trying not to jostle Florida or Texas. He turns back outside, but he still listens to the conversations behind him.

"Is Texas okay?" America asks cautiously, holding his light in front of his face.

"Well... not really. He hasn't been sleeping."

"Like York's not sleeping or..?"

"He don't even take naps. This is the first time he been sleepin' since y'all left."

America's face falls and his head tilts down.

"I didn't.._____"

Russia tries to focus on America's mouth, but can't read the words. America makes a weird noise and the blue light flickers. Russia resists the urge to rush over and begins purring to comfort himself.

"Daddy!" Mississippi exclaims, grabbing America by his shoulders.

"America?" Ukraine asks.

"Sorry, my magic... I just.... I'm tired."

Mississippi helps America lie down while New Mexico, Ohio, and Kansas crowd around them, panicking a little. Ohio takes off his backpack and lays it on the ground for America to lay down on. Kansas digs a blanket out of his bag. The blanket is small but better than nothing.

The siblings wrap America up in the blanket. It doesn't cover his feet.

Another gust of wind.

A loud crack.

Russia's whiskers bend back and he flinches away.

His field of vision outside the stones is completely cut off, save for small holes from which moonlight leaks in between the leaves above his head. All the wind sounds muffle and sticks dig into Russia's side. Russia yowls, but he doesn't move away.

'I don't want to risk hurting anyone. I could squish them if I panic.'

His fur grows wet with blood. He turns his head back and finds himself covered in leaves and branches. He feels them dig into his skin and his purring takes on a different pitch as he tries to ignore the pain.

'I can't risk hurting one of them. I can't panic. I'm too large. Too dangerous.'

"Ruby?!" America exclaims, pulling up onto his hands and knees.

"Russia? Are you okay?" Ukraine exclaims, standing up from his spot beside Alberta.

Russia meows sadly and nods. He leans over and nuzzles Texas' head. He knocks Texas' hat to the side and begins grooming Texas' hair to distract himself. Texas shifts and then leans into Russia's neck, still asleep.

New Mexico then walks outside with South Carolina on her tail near Russia's face, bushing back the brush. South Dakota pushes back the tree trunk near his tail and North Dakota shoves her way through. Slowly, Russia feels the splinters being pulled back. His fur expands a little, and he hears a startled yelp and then laughter.

The largest pieces are removed and the states press against Russia and slide back around. Russia growls at the sensation that fills his mind with an odd sense of pain.

North Carolina pushes around with a soft laugh. New Mexico follows him, spitting pine needles out of her mouth. Russia smells the sap in her hair and begins licking at it. She squeals and begins pushing away. Russia grabs her with one of his paws and licks her hair as best as he could. She tries to shove him away, but Russia doesn't listen.

The pine needles feel strange against his tongue.

'I must clean my kin.'

Memories of New York flash in his mind's eye, and Russia pauses. New Mexico takes the opportunity to yank away. She picks her hairclip up off the floor and fixes it back into her hair.

"Okay, EWW!" New Mexico exclaims.

"We might have to get used to it. He is a giant cat," Kansas comments offhandedly.

"Well, that doesn't mean I'm going to like it!"

'We should let the others know we're okay.'

'I wonder if America has enough magic to summon a message.' Russia begins to think, tucking his paws back underneath him. He imagines Massachusetts summoning a message.

'Make a circle.'

'I don't have any hands.'

'God Damn it.' Russia does get curious though. He closes his eyes and finds that the value in his chest hadn't changed. He opens it and static fills his head. He looks down at his paws but doesn't see anything. He starts filtering magic and glowing on the tip of his nose catches his attention.

'Oh.'

He swallows and blinks a few times. He closes the valve as much as he can while still having magic flowing. The images of the strings and fog disappear, and he starts to feel sick from filtering the grey masses. Even still, he finds his connection to the real, physical world, is a lot more solid now than it would be just viewing the magic.

He moves his head in a circle, and a pink disk appears in front of him. It's a uniform pink.

'How do I... hmm.'

'Dixie.'

The pink swirls. A whirlpool forms in the middle. It looks like a sand donut that inverts itself.

Then, the center grows white for a split second before it fades into a new image. It's dark, and it takes a moment for Russia to focus on the picture. He sees Dixie sleeping uncomfortably against a wooden door. Russia meows.

"What- where- AHHH CAT!"

Dixie jumps to his feet and swings his fist at the message. He misses. Russia meows again. "What the fuck? How is a cat doing magic? Wait... light pi- Russia?" Dixie blabbers, his eyes wide.

"Russia?" New York asks, entering the view from under Dixie's arm. Russia meows. America crawls onto Russia's front paw. Russia tilts his head over and nuzzles the side of America's head. It feels strangely muted. Russia figures it's because of using magic.

'At least I'm not completely disconnected.'

The Dakotas follow America and poke their heads next to Russia's.

"Hello!" South Dakota chirps with a smile.

"Hi, Uncle Dixie," Alabama says sheepishly, fixing Texas' hat.

"You found them?" Dixie asks breathlessly.

"We did. They're okay," America says happily, but there is an undertone of anger that makes Russia bristle.

"Oh thank the Lord," Dixie exclaims, covering his face.

New York slumps against Dixie with gitty, almost unhinged laughter.

"Can I yell at Texas?" Dixie asks.

"You'll have to wait," America says, gently smiling at a sleeping Texas, "he's sleeping right now and I'm not going to wake him up."

Dixie scoffs, but his face softens.

"He's sleeping?"

"Yeah. For right now, at least."

Dixie sighs.

"Okay. So, before yous guys get distracted, what are the current injuries."

"Well, I'm missing most of my foot and Finland is missing her arm. Also, I don't know if this counts, but Russia is a cat and I can fly."

"What do you mean you're missing part of your foot?!"

"It was bitten off. I'm fine."

An unfamiliar stream of magic catches Russia's attention. Russia growls, and the growling graduates to a hiss. He faces the tree branches, feeling blind and scared.

"Woah. What's goin' on there, Amy?"

"Ruby?" America asks.

Russia faces outside and hisses before turning to America with a soft mew. America turns back to the message.

"I think we have to go. Sorry. We'll talk to you soon."

America swipes at the message and it dissipates. The cavern goes dark. Russia smells the air, but the only thing that comes to him is the smell of pine and blood.

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[knybits]

can i request an imagine or headcannons of Giyuu doing cute little things for his fem!crush in order to get closer to them cause our boy isn't good with words (like buying them their fav food, or buying them a new hairclip during a mission cause it reminded him of them, idk) i just got this idea from one of the chapters where Giyuu wanted to give Sanemi some ohagi so they could become friends and i thought it was so cute ;~;

giyuu, sanemi and inosuke fans have been fed today lmao its been a while since i wrote sanemi or insouke but giyuu has been a constant,,, anyway, thanks for requesting anon!! this was cute to write :,,)

Giyuu x fem!reader and he does cute shit bro 

You don’t know why, but Giyuu always brings you something on the days that there’s a pillar meeting. 

Today, he wordlessly holds up a red hairpin for you. He’s expressionless, so it always throws you off, but you smile as you accept the gift. 

You tried to decline his gifts before, but he was always insistent until Kanroji yelled at you from across the room to just accept the damn gift. 

 “Ah, thank you, Giyuu-san,” you say, and he nods his head before walking away from the other pillars as per usual. 

You pout a bit, slightly disheartened that he never really tries to make conversation with you after he hands you your random gift. 

“Oh? (Y/n)-chan, another gift from Tomioka-san?” Shinobu questions and Kanroji hops onto you to get in on the conversation. When she sees the cute hair clip, she squeals. 

“It matches your eyes!” Is her quick observation, and you flush with realization. Shinobu chuckles as well, and you whine at the girls to stop teasing you. 

“And what was it last meeting? Your favorite candy from Tokyo, correct? I wonder what he’ll get you next meeting!” 

Kanroji holds you close to her chest, squishing you before offering an idea that makes you blush even more than you already are, “Why don’t you ask him to pin it onto your hair?” 

All three girls glance over at the ever so stoic water pillar before reconvening. Kanroji and shinbu nod their heads before shoving you towards the man, and you squeak when he looks at you. 

“Ahhh uhmmm, so I just uh- Sorry, I just… Can you-? Uhm… Canyoupleasepinmyhairwiththeclipyougiftedme?” Your eyes and squeezed shut, and your grasp on the clip has tightened as you face the ground. 

You don’t open your eyes until you feel hands over your own, and you stare in shock as Giyuu delicately moves your fingers to retrieve the clip. 

Then, he moves some fringes from your face before pinning your hair back. You can swear that they’re a ghost of a smile on his face as he tucks the rest of your hair behind your ear, and he nods to himself with an ounce of pride. 

“Now I can see your eyes…” 

Shinobu has to do some doctoring to make sure you wake up before Oyakata-sama arrives.

[teratalia]

Noppera-bou (faceless ghost) x reader

Shoutout to the manga Itou-kun doesn't know about love and Faceless girlfriend for giving me the idea and making me lowkey fall in love with Noppera-bou

Quick notes: wlw fluff because I'm a whole mess

You drank way too much tonight, and you absolutely know it. Waving away concerned friends’ offers of taxi rides, you start to stumble your way back to your apartment. It isn’t even that far away, your haze-filled brain tells you, so you’ll be home in no time.

The apartment is barely 10 minutes away on foot, and you’ve done a drunken walk back in less than 20 minutes. But then why is your phone telling you it’s been more than an hour since you started walking, and you don’t think you’re any closer to home?

Looking around, you see various apartments and neon store signs towering over you, but none of them look familiar. You swear that some of the neon lights turn to face you as you walk, but you blame that on the alcohol.

The people that walk by you on the street seem normal at first, but when you look too closely you start to see...differences. Longer ears, a flicking tail, eyes a bit too big. Staring at one person that you swear has fuzzy cat ears that are way too realistic, you bump right into someone that feels like a wall of muscle. They glare down at you as you mumble some sort of weak apology. You don’t get to say anything more as the ground rushes up to meet you.

Before you can fall flat on your face, another stranger grabs you and holds you up with surprising strength. The bulky person rolls their eyes and stalks away as you whisper a thank you to this newcomer. Turning to her, you see that her silky black bangs are covering her eyes and the lower half of her face is concealed by a mask, with a cute smiley face on it. She nods, pulling you down an alleyway, and you simply let her. Soon enough, you find yourself right outside your apartment.

Before she can leave, you clutch onto her shirt.

“Wait, what’s your name?” You slur, introducing yourself slowly so you don’t stumble over the syllables of your own name.

She ducks her head, almost shy, and in a whisper you hear, “...Kasumi.”

Then she’s gone, running back through the alleyways.

A few weeks later, you leave the bar just a bit tipsy instead of totally drunk. You had told your friends about the mysterious girl and the weird street you found, but they didn’t believe you.

“Maybe you saw some cosplayers leaving an event or something,” suggested one of them.

You couldn’t deny that it was likely, but you knew what you saw. Superhuman features that looked way too realistic to be prosthetics or makeup.

Heading down the street, you let your feet guide you, hoping to stumble upon that same place. You find yourself right outside your own apartment in less time than usual and pout, wondering how to get back to that weird street. As you paced around in front of your building, you felt someone else’s presence but didn’t see anyone nearby.

Out of curiosity, foolishness, or maybe both, you duck into the nearest alley and start walking. Heedless of any possible dangers, you spot a familiar head of black hair poking out from behind a pole. That head disappears the moment you notice, though.

“Kasumi? Is that you?” You call, eagerly walking forward. “I just want to talk if that’s okay with you.”

Kasumi shyly steps out, head lowered and hands clasped in front of her. “H-hello...” she mumbles, clearly avoiding eye contact with you.

"I'm so glad you're here!" You beam, taking her hands in yours. "Do you have some time to hang out right now?"

She perks up, bangs fluttering around her forehead. "You want to…?"

Kasumi leads you back to the weird place you knew you hadn't imagined, and you try not to gawk at the people with multiple limbs, limbs in different places, eyes and heads and tons of body parts that were clearly inhuman. She brings you to a little park where you can sit together on a bench, as she seems to like people-watching and you're completely enthralled by it.

"I want to thank you for helping me out the other day, Kasumi," you tell her. "So, you know. Thank you."

She waves a hand dismissively, patting your shoulder. You sit in comfortable silence for a while, just watching the humanoid creatures go by, but you still want to get to know her.

"Hey, could I see your face?" You ask out of nowhere, making her jump in her seat. She shakes her head, hair swishing back and forth, and she reaches up to make sure her mask is firmly in place. "I mean, considering where we are, I'm assuming that you're not fully human. I'm already aware of that, if that's what's bothering you, but I won't keep pressing if you really don't want to."

Uneasily, she whispers something about terrifying you.

"I won't be scared, I promise," you say encouragingly. "Please."

With a shaky sigh, she unfastens the mask and pushes her bangs to one side. There's nothing there.

You can't help but stare at the empty expanse of skin, with no facial features to speak of. Kasumi's face is perfectly smooth, rounded cheeks continuing into her forehead, unbroken by eyes or a nose or lips.

At your stare, Kasumi's face turns down and she lets her bangs down, shoulders slumping.

"No, hang on," you say. "I'm not scared. I'm not," you repeat when she turns to stare at you. "I'm just surprised, is all. Is it strange that I still think you're cute?"

As quickly as she puts the mask back on, she can't hide the pink blush that spreads across her cheeks.

***

You've been spending so much time in the alternate back alley world that you're considering getting a job here. To continue being with Kasumi, it's definitely a worthwhile thought.

The two of you are having breakfast at Kasumi's favorite café, sharing a plate heaped with waffles and maple syrup and whipped cream and fruit. She's always been shy about eating in front of you, worried that it would freak you out, but seeing the loaded fork disappear into her face and reappear empty isn't so strange to you anymore. In fact, nothing about her is strange anymore.

She's wearing a simple hairclip, showing off part of her forehead and not covering her whole face as usual. Spearing a cream-covered strawberry on your fork, you lift it up. Noticing this, Kasumi puts down her own fork and leans forward to let you feed her. Putting her hands on her cheeks, she flushes happily, inclining her head. You could watch that blush bloom over her face forever and it still wouldn't be enough.

You smile softly, feeling just as drunk as the day you met her. Drunk on your adoration for her, the way that you have come to understand what she tries to tell you without words, the way she leans into your touch, the way she tugs at your clothes or touches your hands to get your attention. The way you catch her sightlessly staring at you sometimes, and you know she's been staring because she instantly turns away and pretends to do literally anything else.

Kasumi tilts her head a different way, patting your hand inquisitively as if to ask what's wrong, startling you out of your thoughts.

"It's nothing, honey. Is it good?"

She nods enthusiastically, cutting a piece of waffle and holding it out to you. Savoring the bite, you smile again as her hand returns to her cheek, resting her face in her palm to watch you eat.

"It's delicious," you say, "but I think I still prefer your cooking."

Kasumi nearly drops her fork, blushing bright pink and smacking your hand for teasing her. You merely giggle and keep eating. Still slightly pink, she turns to look out the window, pointing something out to you. Curiously, you try to see what she's pointing at, and as you do she leans over the table. Her featureless face nuzzles against your cheek briefly, an odd yet pleasant sensation, and you gasp.

"Kasumi, what was that?" Stunned, you take in her deepening blush and fidgety fingers. "Was that a kiss?"

Slowly, hesitantly, she nods.

"Just when I thought you couldn't get any cuter."

Instantly she unclips her hair, letting it cover her forehead entirely as she hides the rest of her red face behind a napkin. You giggle, tugging her hands away.

"No, you don't get to do that." Gently you lower her hands, carefully clipping her bangs back again. "I like seeing your face."

Unable to hide behind the discarded napkin, she resorts to swallowing forkfuls of waffles as a distraction.

Eventually the pair of you finish the plate and, after leaving a generous tip for the server, make your way outside.

As you walk, you go way slower than usual, kicking at the ground with your heel. You can feel Kasumi's gaze (or lack thereof?) on you, and she links arms with you and tilts her head up to yours.

“What’s...wrong?” She whispers.

You press your lips together, seeing Kasumi's place not too far away.

“So I was thinking,” you start, and Kasumi nods, “that it always takes me a while to come spend time with you.” You stare straight ahead, almost afraid to see her reaction. “Maybe I should just move in with you.”

Kasumi stops short, releasing your arm and taking a step back.

“Kasumi?” Oh no, you already regret such a hasty suggestion. “I-I mean, of course I don’t have to if you don’t want me to. It’s okay—“

Suddenly she launches herself at you and you open your arms just in time to catch her. She’s not saying anything, but her face underneath her mask is flushed and she’s trembling, clutching onto you like a lifeline.

“Whoa!” You giggle nervously, squeezing her petite form in your arms. “Is that a yes? Can I come live with you?”

She nods vigorously, bangs bobbing up and down.

“So I won’t be a bother?”

She shakes her head, bangs swishing back and forth.

For the rest of the walk, Kasumi silently holds your hand without looking at you, but you can tell she’s happy. You don’t know how, but you just know.

Once outside her place, you pause, wondering what to say or do now. Kasumi solves that problem by beckoning you towards her and standing up on tiptoe. You lean down and kiss the place where her mouth would be. There's no nose to get in the way or lips to focus on, and the weird yet nice feeling returns in full force. When you pull away, she's blushing again, hiding behind her hair a little.

"I'll see you later," you say softly. She nods, but before she can turn to open the door, you add, "Hey, Kasumi? I love you."

Her hair fans out as her hands fly to her chest, resting over her heart. In the quietest voice yet, she whispers, "Love you, too."

With that, she disappears inside her house and you continue to walk on, unable to keep the grin from taking over your face.

***

Living with Kasumi in domestic bliss makes you feel like the luckiest woman on the planet, and no matter what happens during the day, you know you can come home to an adoring girlfriend.

Eventually you come home from work one day, eager to show her something. Kasumi notices your excitement and tilts her head.

“Open your hands, honey.” When she does, you give her the gift: a little pack of hair clips, to replace the plain one she sometimes wears. They’re colorful and pastel, just like the colors she wears the most.

Her head droops a bit and you rush to explain. “I saw these and instantly thought of you. You don’t have to wear all of them outside if you don’t want to. I just wanted to see your face more, that’s all.”

“My face...? Nothing to...to see...”

You shake your head. “That’s not true. You’re so cute, it’s a pity not seeing it more often. Besides, when I told you that I loved you, I meant all of you. Including your face.”

Her head is still lowered as she gives the hair clips back to you. You sigh and you’re about to go digging in your bag for the receipt when she taps the clips and then her bangs.

“You want me to put them on you?”

At her nod, you beam and lead her to the couch. She sits while you kneel in front of her, parting her bangs to one side and kissing her forehead affectionately. Taking your time, you place the hair clips to reveal Kasumi's face a little more. Knowing that she’s still self-conscious, you make sure not to show too much, letting some hair fall over one side. Sitting back, you admire your handiwork.

“How’s this?” You hand her a mirror and watch as she gently runs her fingers through her bangs, touching the hair clips. Still holding the mirror, she leans forward and wraps her arms around your neck, nuzzling your cheeks as you laugh.

"Hey, Kasumi?" She leans back to see your face better. "Are you happy?" Nodding so furiously that her bangs brush against your face, she plucks an extra hairpin from the case and fastens it in your hair so that you match. Then she pats your hair and tilts her head at you. "Me too. Couldn't be happier."

And as Kasumi buries her face in the crook of your neck, you breathe in the soft scent of her shampoo and let the warm, fuzzy feelings take over. Maybe you'll buy cute couples clothes to match from head to toe. She'd blush and look away, but the way she'd sidle up to you and squeeze your hand would betray her real feelings.

You're perfectly happy just knowing that you have all the time in the world to see that beautiful blush over and over again.

[lady-charinette]

Chapter 1 - Strings & Papers Lukanette AU (Teacher!Marinette & SingleDad!Luka)

A/N: Hello everyone! As requested, I made this into a full fic. It was originally something small on Tumblr, an AU idea for Lukanette (SingleDad!Luka and Teacher!Marinette) but after many requests, I finally decided to post the first chapter.

INFO:

All characters are aged up! Everyone is at least in their late twenties/early thirties.

Modern AU without superpowers/kwamis. Tikki is a cat here ^_^

A few OC’s will make appearances, mostly the children of some of the original ML characters (Luka’s child Leon…etc.)

This is purely Lukanette.

Oh and I apologize for any OOCness in advance!

Enjoy reading! :)

Chapter 1

Children rushed about, the room bustling with life as her students went about their tasks; trying to create something using their hands and imagination.

It could be drawings, clay creations, any piece of art that the children were able to craft.

The important thing was, it was something that made them happy and that they liked.

“Miss Marinette! Miss Marinette! Look what I did!“ the boy waved his clay creation in the air wildly, cupped securely in his hands.

His teacher flashed him a bright smile, bending down to look at him and his clay figure properly, “Oh! What a cute dog!” the brown clay figure with blotches of white was slightly disfigured, but Marinette could tell from it’s general shape it was supposed to be a dog, a dog with missing ears, but a dog nonetheless.

Marinette grinned cheerfully and nodded towards the others. “Is this what makes you happy?”

He didn’t hesitate to reply. “Mhm! I love my dog very much!” he raised his arms and spread them as wide apart as they could go, indicating how much he loved his pet.

Marinette’s alert gaze swept over her class, catching some students drawing quietly on some tables, others chatting energetically on the arts and crafts table with glue and colourful carton papers strewn about.

Some children were on the floor, building castles, vehicles or even people with lego blocks.

She walked around, asking every child how they were doing and if they needed any help. Marinette offered holding the tall lego tower for a girl while she got the little decorative bow on top of it, her mother’s workplace she said, a place she could play at where her mother was also nearby, because she didn’t want to be alone at home.

The next child was a boy with dark messy hair and kind brown eyes, Leon. He was drawing something.

Two people, surrounded with what looked like music notes. And what appeared to be an instrument on top of the taller figure, a guitar.

Marinette crouched down next to the table and peeked over his shoulder, giggling when he turned his head and wore a full blown grin on his face. “Miss Marinette!” her heart warmed and lips pulled into an automatic smile at his glee.

Leon was such a cheerful child. He was a walking contradiction at times, cheerful and kind but also quiet and polite, he was never mean to his classmates or teachers.

He sometimes hummed a melody during class, but quiet enough not to disturb her or anyone else, she sometimes heard it when the whole class was silent, except for Leon, who hummed a tune to himself, swinging his legs with a small smile on his face.

Marinette remembered the first time she asked him about it, the reason why he hummed and if it was a special melody.

His answer had surprised her. ‘Mhm! My dad always sings me to sleep that way! He’s really good with his voice.”

She couldn’t remember ever meeting the man, Leon’s father, she vaguely remembered jotting down a phone number as the parental contact information, but she couldn’t remember it.

The only parental figure that frequently picked Leon up from school was his aunt Juleka, whom Marinette always had pleasant conversations with. The woman was kind if a bit shy, her voluminous hair, dark save for the purple streak at the front and at the ends, half hiding her left eye. It would’ve hidden the entirety of her face if not for the hairclip holding it at bay.

Marinette couldn’t blame her, she herself normally styled her hair into pigtails, loose hair would get everywhere in her face and it was impractical for teaching.

She also experienced some of the more daring kids try to pull on it, so pigtails were always a safe bet.

Marinette focused back on the picture Leon was drawing, particularly the two figures on it. “Is that you and your dad?” she saw him nod his head, using black to colour the top of his father’s head and blue for the ends. She stifled a giggle, always amazed at how creative children could get. She saw a girl once draw her father with flowing rainbow hair and when she’d seen the man in person, he almost looked nothing alike from the childishly drawn picture his daughter portrayed him to be.

“Your dad’s hair looks cool.” She smiled, giggling at the light blue.

“Thank you.” His polite phrase made her smile and the pedagogical figure in her rejoice, she was proud whenever parents raised their children right.

Then, she pointed to the guitar over his head, his best attempt at the instrument, which Marinette had to admit was good for someone his age. “Is that your guitar?”

This time, Leon shook his head. “No, that’s my dad’s. He plays it whenever he’s home, he also plays for me.” He smiled shyly, sheepishly, rubbing his messy black hair. “Um, I tried to play once, but it fell on the ground. Dad didn’t get mad, but I felt really guilty.” His cheeks tinged pink and Marinette felt sympathy well within her heart as she placed a comforting hand on the boy’s shoulder.

“I’m sure your dad forgave you as soon as it happened, it was an accident, right? Accidents happen all the time, Leon! I dropped my mug in the kitchen today!” she giggled, cringing internally because she was known for her clumsiness.

The boy stuck his bottom lip out and shrugged. “Yeah, I guess, I still felt really bad, but dad said it was okay…” a bright smile curled his lips in the next second, eyes alight with excitement. “Miss Marinette, can I tell you a secret?” 

Marinette steeled herself, adjusting her grip on the table to support her weight. Children were honest by nature, they frequently revealed things about their home life, in extent their parents’, to the teachers. Most things weren’t bad, but very amusing, a secret source of entertainment for teachers to talk over coffee in the teacher’s lounge.

Leon whispered before she could say anything, grinning from ear to ear. “My dad is the best dad in the world!”

She blinked, surprised, but laughed at the ‘secret’, shaking her head and affectionately pinching Leon’s cheek, which made him laugh. “Really? Then I guess I should meet the best dad in the world sometime, hm? I would love to meet him.” She was being honest too.

It was important for teachers to know the parents of the children they taught and took care of through the day and their early education, knowing from what sort of familial backgrounds children came from was important to adjust their teachings or offer the appropriate help if children were surrounded by less than desirable circumstances.

Marinette doubted that was the case with Leon, but she was curious about his father, since she never met either him nor the mother.

She did hear from the aunt that his mother was working and living overseas and that the father was her older brother, but that was that.

She hadn’t thought to ask the aunt, since she thought his father would come to pick his son up himself sometime. So far, that hadn’t been the case, but Marinette could be patient.

If he was as great as Leon described, surely he would have time to drop by sometime?

Standing up, Marinette complimented the drawing one last time before she clapped her hands and announced for the children to hang up they art works somewhere in the classroom, on the walls or the strings over their heads to decorate the room with.

Weeks had already passed since the school year started and Marinette longed for something new and fresh to liven up the classroom, the children found the idea good too. It would help keep their creativity flowing and to brighten the overall atmosphere.

Her gaze strayed to the clock on the wall and a sigh left her lips.

It was almost time for the big break.

A few minutes later…

The two women laughed, Marinette stirring her coffee to dissolve the sugar as her best friend and fellow teacher Alya talked about her day. “Wait, you didn’t take the glue from him?”

The busty woman snorted, taking a big sip from her black coffee before she smirked like a fox. “Nope! I let him squeeze out every last drop, he learned his lesson when the ball rang. He had to clean up all the mess himself and he got a good scolding from his mom too. Good woman, I salute her!” she lifted her mug in a mock salute and Marinette laughed, shaking her head.

“I’m sure the boy had reasons to be so destructive.” Truthfully, children with such tendencies weren’t rare, they were aware of the phases of each child and that sometimes by destroying things, they released pent up frustration or helped themselves focus better afterwards. But this child seemed to be a bit different. “What’s his background like? The parents?”

Alya sighed, taking another long gulp. “Father’s a mechanic, has a bit of a sailor’s mouth. The mother is an iron hard business woman, she even makes me freeze on the spot whenever she comes to pick him up.” She grimaced, extending her hand to throw a sugar cube into her coffee. “I think the dynamics in the family are a bit unbalanced. The father is a bit too lenient but the mother is too strict, causing the two to clash. They’re unsure of their parenting methods, they even had a small verbal fight during parent teacher conference.”

Ugh, Marinette secretly dreaded those days, as did every other teacher.

Parents came in all shapes and sizes, just like anyone else.

There were parents who were the spitting images of their offspring, other were their polar opposites.

There were parents with impeccable backgrounds, academically successful people, but lacking in human warmth. Parents that continued the archaic parenting methods of their own parents, never intending to change the way they were raising their own children from their own childhood treatment.

Marinette disliked those the most, ones that weren’t progressive in their thinking but cocooned in their own ‘deal’ version of how a child had to behave or to what limits a parent’s authority could reach.

It was her secret pleasure whenever she had an opportunity to shoot them down  and lecture them otherwise, she lived for those moments to see the colour drain from the adult’s faces while she explained all the potential negative ways their toxicity could affect their child after, that children weren’t ‘small adults’ and that every child had different needs and required a different form of parenting finesse.

Some parents were defensive and angry like lions, others more kind and understanding and willing to better themselves and correct the errors.

In the kitchen of the teacher’s lounge, somewhere in the back of her mind, Marinette kept Leon’s picture stored in her memory and during her conversation with Alya, she wondered just what sort of parent Leon’s father was.

——–

It was two in the afternoon and classes were over for today, for the children the day of duties and learning was over.

But for Marinette, she still had tons of work to do.

She watched the children leave the classroom, watched them put on their outdoor shoes and how some parents were already waiting for them out of the classroom.

Those moments, when the parents came to pick up their children, those moments Marinette loved most.

To see the pure joy of child and parent at seeing each-other, after being separated only for a few hours. To see them kiss and embrace each-other and laugh. The parents asking about their day and the kids retelling everything they did, from the tiniest details, the most insignificant things to the big events.

The parents listened with a smile, some shutting off their phones so colleagues from work didn’t disturb them.

There were also other parents, some greeted their children with a quick hug and kiss, ushering them along so they didn’t stay away from work for too long. Others gave a robotic kiss to their cheeks and took their school bags, marching out of the school like a soldier in the military, their child trailing behind them like a doll pulled by its strings.

Marinette always stayed with the ones whose parents were running late, being met with endless exclamations of gratitude for watching over them on her break and the like, with numerous apologies spilling from their mouths about traffic and work or too many duties overlapping.

She understood, she was an adult herself, and while not a mother, Marinette knew how difficult children could be. Her past work experiences in a local kindergarten taught her the very definition of patience.

And what it means to be assertive.

Kindergarten kids could be surprisingly stubborn and with their temper tantrums, nothing was safe from them.

She remembered starting her private meditating sessions for that very reason, always after work, with or without relaxing music and her bed.

She tried a scented candle once, but nearly burned her foot after not paying attention.

Sometimes, relaxing music didn’t help, the zen-esque tunes not appealing to her at all. She sometimes wondered if the people composing the music ever really tried mediating to it.

But the most relaxing thing to her was still her other passion, besides teaching.

Fashion.

She loved to create.

She encouraged creative minds in whatever way she could.

Her own parents’ encouragement and support in her youth drove her to pursue a career in fashion, then switch over to teaching, to be in a role where she could offer the same kind of warm encouragement and fierce support children didn’t have from home.

Her wardrobe consisted of more than half of her own creations, clothes by her own design. She’d tried opening a small fashion store once, but had to close it due to time constrictions. She couldn’t do two very time consuming jobs at the same time.

It might have been ‘just’ elementary school, but correcting hundreds of students’ tests, writing new ones, overseeing several classes while attending her own educational courses took up a lot of time.

Marinette relished coming home, stretching and taking a quick shower before she set to work.

Before she opened any of her thick folders or worksheets for school, she first opened her journal.

She always liked to document things, for safety but also private reasons. As insurance and the fond – and not so fond – memories to find a home.

For that purpose, she kept two diaries.

A journal for work.

A diary for home.

Marinette took the thick leather bound tome first, a modest brown leather design, a feather imprinted onto the leathery material on the cover, the thick book held closed by a magnet.

She opened it, skimming through filled pages to get to a blank one.

And she began writing, Tikki mewling at her feet, her soft fur brushing against her legs, whiskers tickling her skin while Marinette scribbled furiously, toes gently running along Tikki’s arching back.

“Hello journal,

Today had been a good day, 24th of October.

I started class at 8 sharp, there were only two children who called in sick, with parents excusing their absences immediately.

Class began with arts and crafts, the children received instructions on the tasks for today: decorating the classroom.

The old decorations were discarded, some saved in the storage room for further use, but the broken and tattered ones disposed of. The children had to create something that made them happy, in whichever form they could. Drawing, painting, using clay or building blocks to their heart’s content.

I tried helping as little as I could, to not impede their creativity, but offered helpful advice when asked. Most used clay to form figurines of their parents, siblings or pets. Some even formed food. A few creations caught my eyes, but all of them were unique and beautiful in their own way. Some of the children took their creations home, drawings they made a second or third time mostly. But many others stayed to decorate the classroom, it gave a refreshed image and helped levitate the atmosphere.

Break was spent outside in the school garden, I led some of the children to the vegetable garden to check on the growing plants and explained some of the still budding vegetables, unrecognizable in their ‘baby form’ as the students called it.

Tasks for tomorrow were quickly finished, I worked through my fifteen minute break, the short assignments about ‘happy memories’ had been read through but refrained from correcting. It had been one of their first written tasks, so I refrained from putting a stamp on them with red markings. I’ve returned them today, for the two sick children, I kept them in my desk in the teacher’s lounge to be dealt out once the children returned.

Parents had picked their children after school was over, some running late. Ms. Wilson had a suspicious countenance in particular, I detected a faint scent of something alcoholic, but didn’t address the matter. I did send a message to social worker Chloe Bourgeois, who agreed to look into the matter after some measures. Apparently, the family had already been a case not yet laid to rest and they’d waited for a cue to finally take action.

More to come tomorrow, goodbye for now.

-          Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Marinette yawned, spying the clock on her desk reading just passed seven in the evening. Had she been sitting for that long already? She shook her head, leaning down to scratch Tikki’s head, resting languidly on Marinette’s foot.

She would need to feed her later and check her water bowl. Tikki was sometimes surprisingly gluttonous, despite her slender frame.

Stifling another yawn, Marinette safely stored the notebook in her first drawer, locking it with a key and slipping the metal into a hidden sleeve underneath her desk, well concealed from inattentive eyes.

She smiled when she grabbed her private diary, the pink leather book feeling heavy with memory in her hands.

She pulled off the leather string tying it together and flipped it open to a fresh page.

And began to write.

“Dear diary,

Today had been a stressful day.

The children were fine and well-behaved, but I had so much work to do! Not to mention, I missed one of my breaks because a colleague had called in sick unexpectedly and I had to fill their shift. Can you believe it? She couldn’t have called hours ago before school started, she HAD to call five minutes before her class started and I had to FLY across the hallway to make sure the children were inside and busy with tasks.

Sometimes, I wish I could throw a banana at some of my colleagues.

Some people just shouldn’t have become teachers.

The world would be a better place, the children growing in it too.

Speaking of children, something caught my eye today that I just couldn’t get out of my head.”

Marinette paused, tongue sticking out of her mouth as the image of Leon’s drawing burned brightly in her mind, as if she imprinted it so perfectly into memory.

“Leon drew a picture today, under the theme ‘what makes me happy’. He drew a picture of his family, his dad and him. He didn’t draw his mother and I didn’t ask, it wasn’t my place to and I doubt he’d know anything aside from ‘mommy doesn’t live with us’ or the like. At least, that’s the impression I got. But from everything I saw so far, it looked like the father didn’t live with him either. He never set foot in school before! Or at least I never saw him, Alya apparently did, but couldn’t really remember, saying it was for a short time and there were so many people.”

Marinette rolled her eyes, thinking back to the conversation she had with Alya in the kitchen.

That woman could memorize six pages of their random chats about a boy they gossiped in high school, but couldn’t, for the life of her, remember seeing the parent of one of the children at parent teacher conference two years ago. She smiled, shaking her head fondly and the pen was scratching against paper again.

“Anyway, what Miss Reporter said, Leon’s father was apparently pretty busy. She didn’t know what his occupation was, but it was the only logical conclusion, right? A man that rarely picks his son up from school? Sends his sister to do it for him? He must be some businessman. Then again, Leon mentioned how ‘he was the best dad in the world’ and he would sing and play songs for him before he went to sleep. Maybe he wasn’t so bad, but what was the deal with not coming to school? Was he a former dropout? Did he just have a phobia? Maybe he really was just too busy, but still, something’s fishy. Juleka, the aunt, mentioned how apologetic the man felt for not always being there….I guess he might not be a bad parent, but still, Leon talked so fondly of him, I really hope he isn’t the jerky parent I think he could be. I also, wondered about where the mother was. Leon rarely ever talks about her, I don’t really dare to ask neither him nor Juleka. It was a family matter after all, but still, I was biting my nails the whole time! Juleka just mentioned the mom lived and worked overseas and the dad was busy, but that was it. Were they divorced? Forced to live apart because of work? I don’t think Leon seemed to mind much, at least he hadn’t showed any signs to. He rarely talks about his mom, but he regularly gushes about his dad. Maybe I shouldn’t judge too quickly, the man could have his reasons for not picking up his child.

Still, I’ll see where that goes. Maybe I’ll try to flip through the parent contact book and try to give him a call, just to see how he would react.

Anyway, that’s all for today, I still need to feed Tikki and myself.

See you tomorrow, dear diary!

-          Marinette

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