#I just realize that using ''B'' and ''J'' for Blue and Johnny ends up getting a lot of ''BJ'' on this chart

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Since it's Shippy Saturday I decide to do a relationship chart card of my two most played OTP, it's fun to think about their dynamic (it helps me write as well), and actually it's pretty nice to see where they relate and where not 🤔

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[arigathanksgozaimuch]

head to toe | lee taeyong.

genre: ten pounds of fluff. slightly suggestive?  character/s: taeyong x reader.  overview: you love each other from head to toe. literally. word count: 2971.

13. "Sorry I'm late." 28. "Drive safely." 99. "Be careful."

A IS FOR:

ankle

“C’mere.”

Taeyong’s voice pulls you out of your concentration. You look up from your laptop screen and scan the entire room until your eyes finally land on his figure. Calm and quiet, he’s sitting in front of his easel where a blank canvas is placed. Sunday nights mean the both of you catching up with the work you’ve put off over the weekend – you with your Film App paper, and him with his commissioned portrait.  

You stand up, dragging your chair with you to where he was. He hooks an arm around your ankles and lift them up to his lap. Being able to touch you and feel you near brings him a deep sense of comfort. And only then is he able to start his own work.

B IS FOR:

belly

You sit on the sofa and let out a loud sigh of relief. Nothing beats having a boyfriend who can cook – and cook deliciously, mind you. Taeyong wears a smug look on his face as he watches you. "Full?"

Still in the last few moments of food coma, you could only nod. And then, when his gaze is back on the TV, you pull your shirt up just enough to uncover your belly and take Taeyong's hand. He immediately glances at you as soon as his palm rests on the soft skin of your stomach.

"You feel this?" you ask. "It's our food baby."

He snorts. "Wow, what's its name?"

"Chicken-stir-fry Lee."

"I swear to God you're the weirdest thing ever," he says. But he squeezes your waist and pulls you into his side, anyway.

back

Irritated Doyoung is in the middle of his speech when a hand lands on the small of your back. "What did I miss?" Taeyong asks, stealing the glass of champagne from your hands and taking a sip himself.

"Not much." You see Doyoung catching sight of Taeyong, the supposedly man of the hour, amidst the crowd and grimacing. "Just your opening speech, is all."

The man beside you snickers. "He handled it well, anyhow."

"But I was anticipating seeing you talk about your work."

He looks at you from the corner of his eye and frowns. "I’m sorry I'm late."

You want to snap back at him but you don't have a chance to, because Doyoung is already marching over to where you and Taeyong were standing. He then thrusts the wireless microphone onto your boyfriend’s chest and drag him to the spotlight, much to your delight and Taeyong’s dismay.

C IS FOR:

chest

There is a certain kind of security to be felt when you’re caged in between Taeyong’s arms and your legs are all tangled up. You feel like everything can go wrong – you can fail your exam, get sick with the flu for days, lose all your hair, and even misplace your lucky pen – but still feel happy and content. Because nothing can make you unhappy. Not here. Not when you’re safely tucked under his chin and pressed oh so warmly against his chest.

E IS FOR:

eyebrow

“What happened to his eyebrows?” Taeyong’s sister asks you as you bond over cups of coffee. She chances upon her brother’s latest profile picture and tsks in disapproval at the sight of him with one of his eyebrows partly shaved.

You shrug. “I’m the one supposed to know him the best, but even I don’t know what goes through his head sometimes.”

“There, there,” she cooes. “He’s a lot to handle, isn’t he?”

“I’m just at that point where I’m glad his fingers and toes are still complete.”

You and his sister sigh in unison.

H IS FOR:

hand

Taeyong holds your hand tightly after he sits you down on the couch. His hands are hot and sweaty against yours.

"What's wrong?"

He sighs, avoiding your gaze. "I've been hiding something from you."

"What is it?" Immediately, you are on full alert. Whatever he's going to say, you already know it's not good. You begin to anticipate something bad, like he's killed someone and now he needs help hiding the body; something worse, like he's going to use you for his upcoming exhibit; the worst, like he's going to break up with you.

"I have chicks," he says, eyes quickly searching yours for a response. He doesn't know what he sees there. Disappointment? Betrayal? Fury?

"You mean... you've been cheating?"

"What?" Your boyfriend shifts in his seat more comfortably. "No! I meant chicks, as in baby chickens. I just didn't want to tell you because you said you didn't want pets, and they're not pets! I'm just keeping them for inspiration for my new exhibit." He picks at your fingernails as he spoke, fidgeting with your hands out of nervousness.

You exhale the breath you don't realize you've been holding. If you didn't love this guy, you probably would have punched him. He sometimes makes you nervous and panicky for no reason. "Okay. Okay, that's fine."

He clutches your hands to his chest as he too sighs in relief. "Okay, good."

"How did you bring them here without me noticing?"

"Oh, that was easy. I bought them as eggs and then incubated them under our bed. I kept a daily log of them in my phone and not in a notebook so you wouldn't be able to see. Everyday, when you leave, I check up on them and cuddle them one by one like a mother hen. And then, after weeks and weeks of just pure love and warmth, they started hatching. So now, I've eight baby chicks."

"Did you just say you incubated them under our bed?"

"Uh-huh."

"For weeks and weeks?"

"Yep."

"And now that they've hatched, where do you keep them, exactly?"

"Oh! The pet store where I bought them from said to put them somewhere with soil and proper ventilation, so I put them on your mini garden."

"Lee Taeyong!"

hair

"The hell is this?"

You grab a handful of your boyfriend's hair and frown. Taeyong being an artist has its fair share of crazies. But having been with him for years has made you immune to them, so seeing him now with electric blue hair isn't as surprising as his old "experiments". But seeing Yuta and Johnny with red and green hair respectively is nothing short of shocking.

"What, you like it?" Yuta asks, his bangs covering his eyes as he blowdries his hair.

"It's like a powerpuff convention I wasn't invited in."

"See, I told you she'd hate it." Johnny elbows Taeyong against the rib.

"Shut up, Buttercup."

J IS FOR:

jaw

“Yes, give it to me, baby!”

Your arms and legs are starting to hurt from the awkward positions you put yourself into, but the smile it brings to your boyfriend’s face makes it all worth it.

“Okay, I think that’s enough pictures, [Y/N],” Taeyong says as he walks towards you. He’s beginning to think that asking you to take his picture for his Facebook profile is a bad idea. You do have a slight tendency to go overboard. Because even as he’s fast approaching you, you still manage to capture him in a candid shot or two. He quickly removes the strap from your wrist and manages, with great difficulty, to retrieve the camera from your grip.

“Not yet, just a few more!” You let out a whine in protest, almost shoving the camera lens in his face to give him a lot of pictures to choose from. “Whoa, look at that jawline,” you exclaim to distract him, knowing full well that he takes so much pride in what he considers to be his best asset. “What a killer.”

Later on, he’s posting one as his new profile photo. Before he could even finish uploading it, Taeyong tosses you your own phone so you could be the first person to like it.

L IS FOR:

lips

You know you’re in for a wild night when your boyfriend wears his clip-on lip ring, with Taeyong knowing full well how the small piece of accessory makes you feel all sorts of things.

N IS FOR:

neck

"I don't see how–"

Taeyong shushes you before you could finish your sentence. "You won't be able to see it if you keep talking. Be quiet and just stare at it."

You do as you're told, but after a minute or so, you complain once again. "I still can't–"

"Any second now."

You purse your lips and swallow the complaints that bubble up your throat. Instead, you take a deep breath and really concentrate on the canvas that was in front of you. Besides the weird splash of colors that seemed unorganized and accidental, you focus on the black lines that curve fluidly across the plane. And just like that, it hits you.

"It's a bunny!" you exclaim, straightening your posture at the same time. Taeyong has insisted you look at the picture with your head tilted at exactly 45 degrees. Now your neck just hurts and you let out an involuntary yelp.

"Good job, baby," he praises, dropping a quick kiss on your forehead. He puts the canvas away and places a new one in front of you. "Now, this one you have to look at from the back like you're walking away and someone from behind you suddenly calls your name..."

"Taeyong!"

P IS FOR:

palm

You rest your chin over your palm as you watch Taeyong dote on Jisung, his latest intern.

“Why are you being so mean to him? It’s his first day,” you complain as soon as he leaves the intern to do his assigned task and goes to you. “On my first day here, I didn’t even do much.”

“Yeah, well, I was faking being strict on you because I liked you. But now, I have to be really strict,” he says in defense.

“Because you might end up liking the new interns too?”

He shakes his head and steals a peck from your lips. “Nope. I’m actually a very strict and uptight person. I’m just nice to you because I’m whipped.”

You laugh at his strange attempts at flirting. And you don’t understand if you find it funny because his advances come off as awkward or because no matter how strange it seems, his flirting still manages to make your heart flutter. “You drive me nuts, seriously.”

“I may drive you nuts, but at least I drive safely.” And then Taeyong winks with both of his eyes.

S IS FOR:

shoulder

Scrolling through Instagram on his phone, Taeyong drops his head on your lap. “Hey, you think my doodles are pretty, right?”

“Yeah, why?”

“How come you never thought of having it tattooed on you?”

You frown. “Because it’s permanent?”

The word makes Taeyong sit up. “And we’re not?”

“Nope.”

Now it’s his turn to frown. He mulls over something for a while before speaking again. “Then let’s be permanent.”

“Like married?”

“Yeah,” he says, a small smile gracing his lips at the thought. “Like married.”

You shrug, feigning nonchalance, when inwardly you were screaming. “Fine.”

“Fine,” Taeyong repeats. “I want my fleur de lis drawing inked on your shoulder.” As he spoke, he grabs ahold of the collar of your shirt and drags it sideways to expose more skin. And then he marks the spot where he wants you tattooed by leaving open-mouthed kisses on your skin.

T IS FOR:

tooth

Besides his genuine macabre style of painting, Taeyong is also known for his rather strange exhibitions.

“Are those—”

“Yes,” he cuts you off, urging you to move on to the rest of the artworks on the first day of your internship. But you choose to stand still and stare at the teeth scattered behind the glass display.

“Are they real?”

“Yes. Have you read the description?”

Your eyes dart away from the teeth and briefly shift to the justified paragraph printed on clean white paper just at the bottom of the display, but you don’t bother reading.

“Are they yours?”

Taeyong sighs. “Of course not. You know where I got them?”

“Where?”

“I pulled them out from the mouth of interns who ask too many questions.”

You don’t speak a word for the rest of your mini tour.

toes

“You call yourself an artist with this kind of work?”

You groan, taking the brush from your boyfriend’s grip. Sitting up, you fold your right knee up to your chest to inspect your foot. And, just as you expected, Taeyong has smudged the nail polish all over your toes.

“Well, I’m sorry the wand is too small!”

“Ugh.” You snatch the bottle from the table and work on your nails yourself. “I’m painting your toes in the same way you did mine and then we’ll see how you like it.”

tongue

Doyoung makes his usual round of the exhibit just before closing time. As usual on a Friday night, there are still several students taking notes, connoisseurs basking in the different sights, and just random visitors taking pictures. Nothing is out of place, he thinks, but he could only sigh when he catches sight of you and Taeyong by the corner. If he had a dollar for every time he catches the two of you with your tongues down each other’s throats, he would have been able to purchase an original Van Gogh by now.

thigh

Love means compromise. So on days you really need a dose of your boyfriend’s cuddles, he lets you sit on his thigh and hugs you with his left arm while working on a sketch with his other.

W IS FOR:

waist

“You nervous?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll be with you the whole time, I promise,” Taeyong reassures with a smile. His hands find purchase in your waist before his fingers find each other and interlock behind you, keeping them in place. “Now, take a deep breath for me.”

You do as you’re told and exhale after a few seconds. His words don’t completely quell the nervousness within you, but they manage to calm you down a little. You’re now beginning to regret agreeing to holding your first exhibition in your boyfriend’s own place. But you realize it’s too late to back out now, because Taeyong is already ushering you towards the crowd. You see your family and friends, who all congratulate you for a job well done. You catch sight of your professors, whom you avoid on purpose for fear of a long, intellectual discussion about art theory. You also get to meet fellow artists, most of whom were invited by Taeyong himself.

Somewhere along the way, you lose your boyfriend in the crowd, but you let him be, not wanting to disappoint your guests by sticking to Taeyong’s side the entire time. However, when the crowd thins and your social skills get drained, you look for him first. And it isn’t that hard to look for a red-haired boy in a sea of brunettes.

As soon as you appear in front of him, he says, “I’m proud of you,” as if he has been practicing all night to say it and now that he has the chance to blurt it out, he does. You squeeze his hand and smile. After all, despite the countless criticisms and comments you’ve heard all night, Taeyong’s approval is the only thing that mattered.

wrist

Being an intern for Taeyong – the Lee Taeyong – is taking up all your patience, to say the least. Sure, you have been offered an internship by other artists, but Taeyong's studio was the nearest to where you live. Traveling back and forth daily for an ordinary university student like you is taxing and costly, so you decided to choose him over others. You're starting to rethink that decision now.

"Be careful!" he shouts at you for the hundredth time today. "That's an authentic Rothko you're holding, not some poster from a souvenir shop.”

You roll your eyes. Usually, it’s Doyoung, his curator and closest friend, who gives you tasks and assigns you work to do, but he has flown out of the country since the weekend, leaving you under the wing of the devil himself. Taeyong’s first job assignment for you is to clean up his studio. You think of it lightly at first, but later on realize he hasn’t cleaned the place ever since he has turned it into his workplace. Media of various kinds cling to his floor and easel like glue (you found some kind of blood-like substance that you didn’t bother asking about), and it has taken you almost three whole days to scrub them off completely.

Now he’s making you move all the paintings from his exhibition area to the storage room for some reason he isn’t telling you. As carefully as you can, you attempt to lift the painting higher as per your boss’ instruction. But with the day’s worth of carrying and transferring finally catching up to you, you stumble back, the painting in your hands becoming dangerously close to being damaged. So Taeyong comes to your rescue, catching your wrist just in time.

But this isn’t like what you see in romance movies or John Green novels where boy catches girl and they stare into each other’s eyes until they fall in love. Because Taeyong takes No. 15 from your grip and brings it to storage himself. The painting is saved, but you never hear the last of it, because he scolds and nags your ears off and leaves you standing in the middle of his studio feeling like the worst intern ever. You cry about it to Doyoung over the phone, but he still says he ships the two of you together.

“Oh, please.” You scoff. “I will never fall in love with someone like him.”

But boy are you wrong.

Send me an idol and a number!

Masterlist

[kidcataldo]

Freeze Frame. Yep, that’s me. No, not Harry Potter. You see the boy in the very back, behind Harry Potter and the crowd of people hovering around him? The lanky second year reading Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them? Yeah, that’s me. I’m Jerry, Jerry Potter, Harry’s lesser known little brother.

I know you all must be shocked, for you’ve read all seven books and/or eight movies and there’s no mention of a brother. Well, I’ve been there, I assure you. I’ve merely been a background character all this time. But now, in this cruddy fanfiction, it’s my time to shine! As I turned the page of the book I was reading, engrossed in the wonderful story before me, Hermione Granger bumped into me. “Sorry, I—oh, Jerry, it’s you,” she said. “I didn’t see you there.” “Oh bother,” I say with a hint of melancholy. “Fantastic Beasts,” she said, gesturing to my book. “Wonderful read, don’t you think?” “Yes, but I’m not quite sure Johnny Depp is the best choice to play Grindelwald.” Just then a roar of cheers erupted as Harry Potter, my famous big brother, was hoisted into the arms of the Weasley twins, who were chanting “Potter! Potter!” Harry, the one who defeated the dark Lord Voldemort with his mere thumb (I may be exaggerating a little bit, but I do it for emphasis), smiled at the attention. “What are you doing in Gryffindor tower?” questioned Hermione, for I was a Hufflepuff. “I think it best that I stay away from the Hufflepuffs for the time being.” You see, I made my special peanut butter chocolate chip cookies last night before the big quidditch game, and it seems Cedric Diggory, Hufflepuff’s seeker, is allergic to both peanut butter and chocolate. The poor man nearly died. He forgave me at once, of course, but, unfortunately, the Hufflepuff’s are still bruised about the whole situation, especially since I was their replacement seeker and vowed to win the match for Cedric, even going as far as betting his life on it. I’m not too worried about it, though; I’ll just go to the kitchen later and bake some more cookies for them. Hufflepuffs forgive easily; I know I do, anyway. “Right,” said Hermione. “Potter! Potter!” chanted the Weasley twins as they carried Harry, my dear brother, around the common room as if he were their king. Oh! King Harry. Having enough of King Harry’s antics, I quietly slip out, the fat lady shocked to even see me, knowing all too well that I do not belong there. She opened her mouth to speak (or rather scold me), but somebody else spoke up first: “Vlimey, Potter!” It was Vlane, my Slytherin best friend. He was also in his second year at Hogwarts. “There you are. I’be veen looking for you eberywhere!” Vlane has a tendency to say his V’s like B’s and his B’s like V’s. I’m used to it now, but it sure has gotten us into some sticky situations in the past. “Sorry, Vlane—“ “No... it’s Vlane,” he says, with an emphasis on the V. “Yeah, that’s what I said,” I say. “Vlane.” “No, my name is Vlane,” he says. “V as in Vogart... Why does ebery one call me that? You know what, forget it, call me Blane for all I care... “Professor Snape needs to see us,” he continued. “He says it is of the utmost importance that we come to his office immediately.” I sighed, knowing all too well what kind of scolding we were about to endure.

“WHAT IN THE BLOODY HELL WERE YOU THINKING?” roared Snape. “YOU TOLD ME THEY WOULD LOSE! YOU KNOW HOW MUCH MONEY I BET ON YOU?” He huffed, turning away from the boys. “Quidditch prodigy my ass,” he mumbled. “I can’t let Slytherin lose again to those... those-“ “Vuffons?” suggested Vlane. “-assholes,” said Snape. “Just give me more time,” I say. “I’ll get you your win. I promise. Tomorrow’s the talent show and Vlane and I are doing magic tricks.” “That won’t get you anything, Potter!” he said with a snarl. “In case you haven’t noticed this whole damn school does magic tricks!” “But not muggle magic tricks,” I say, a smirk forming on my face. “The audience will sure to gibe us the golden win,” said Vlane happily. “Yes... yes, that’s brilliant,” said Snape in a whisper. “Arthur Weasley is the top judge this year... This could actually work.” “Of course it’ll work,” I say confidently. “When have my plans never not worked?” Snape raised an eyebrow, letting a fowl frown grow on his face.

“Welcome, wizards and witches,” announced Professor McGonagall proudly, “to the Thirty-first Annual Hogwarts Talent Show Competition. Each house will compete for the Hogwarts house cup. “Gryffindor is in first place with two hundred and forty-five points.” The Gryffindor team erupted into cheers, banging hard on their table, making sure everyone could hear them loud and clear. “Followed by Slytherin, who have two hundred and fifteen points.” Slytherin House all hollered, jumping out of their seats excitingly. “Ravenclaw is at one hundred and thirty, while Hufflepuff is in last with one hundred and one points. “It’s still anyone’s game,” she promised, though the smile on her face told me she was confident Gryffindor was gonna win. “We shall begin with a word from our sponsor.” McGonagall stepping aside, a big buff man emerged from the crowd. “Do YOU want to be BUFF like ME?” he questioned, flexing his big muscled tricep. “Well now ANYONE can,” he said, holding up a bottle of pink liquid, “with Rawling’s Magical Muscle Mixture. “Now, you all might be thinking, ‘Rawling, the Magical Muscle Mixture man, how did you create such a delicious mixture that also makes you beautiful?’ With magic, of course,” he said, smiling. All the girls in the crowd, including one Hermione Granger, squealed as he flexed more of his muscles. “Call now and I’ll include my blue mixture, which helps with hair growth. Or just stop at my store, Rawling’s Magical Muscle Mixture. Tell them Rawling sent you,” he said with a wink. Everyone applauded as he left the stage and Dumbledore appeared. “Thank you Rawling, the Magical Muscle man,” he said happily. “Our first contestant is unfortunately unable to perform, due to a peanut butter and chocolate incident.” I felt my face heat up as the Hufflepuffs all glared at me. “But Mr. Diggory, nonetheless, wishes his Hufflepuff family the very best of luck in this talent competition. “Moving on to our second competitors, Hermione Granger will now perform a rendition of God Save the Queen with Ginny Weasley on the piano. Ladies,” he said and both Hermione and Ginny went on the stage. The performance, though very dull, nevertheless seemed to astonish Mr. Weasley, who was in tears by the end. Every contestant must have been told that mundane muggle stuff excites him because it seemed that everyone was doing muggle things. The Patil twins tapped dance. Cho Chang recited a Law and Order episode by heart. The only one not to do anything muggle related was Draco Malfoy, who conjured up three snakes with his wand and forced them to eat each other. The competition is tough this year, I’m beginning to realize, but I know me and Vlane are tougher. “And finally Mr. Jerry Potter and Mr. VobleVooboo will be doing magic tricks,” he said, reading his notecard. “Correction, they will be doing mugglemagic tricks.” The crowd gasped as me and Vlane made our way up to the stage. I couldn’t help but smile; we had this thing in the palm of our hands. Vlane was dressed in his muggle magician suite, top hat and everything, while I wore my lovely assistant’s dress. “Ladies and gentlemen,” started Vlane, removing his hat. “Watch carefully, for I will not ve repeating myself... “Jerry, my lobely assistant,” he said, handing me his hat, “is there anything out of the ordinary about this hat?” I look inside and shrug. “Looks like a normal hat to me,” I say. “Oh, vut it’s not,” he said. Three taps on his fake muggle wand and Vlane reaches into the hat and pulls out a rabbit. The audience oohs and ahhs, followed by applause, captivated by the trick. Dropping the hat and placing the rabbit in my care, Vlane then picks up two large rings. “As you can see here, these rings are not meant to connect... or are they?” Forcefully, he clashed the two rings together and they connected. The crowd went wild. Mr. Weasley nearly fainted. “We gotta finish strong,” I whisper to Vlane as I help him wheel in a giant box. In the distance I see Professor Snape, looking quite impressed, if I do say so myself. I was going to win this one. For Snape and for Hufflepuff. “Remember, before you reopen the box, you have to say the magic words: Abada Kedabra. Got it?” “Right,” he nods confidently before turning back to the audience. “For my last trick, ladies and gentlemen, I will need help from someone in the audience. Any takers?” Almost everyone’s hands shot up. The only one who didn’t seem interested was Malfoy and a few of his friends. “What avout you, sir?” he said, pointing with his fake muggle wand at Professor Flitwick down in the front. Squealing excitingly, Flitwick wabbled his way up on stage. “Now, this may seem like an ordinary plain old muggle box,” Vlane said, opening it, “vut I assure you it is so much more! “Professor,” said Vlane dramatically, “if you would.” Flitwick entered the box and I closed the box securely and spun it around three times, just how we practiced (of course now there was a living person inside the box instead of Vlane’s stuffed serpent). “Now, on the count of three I will make our professor... disappear,” he said. Tapping his muggle wand onto the box, Vlane began counting. “One. Two... Three. Avada Kedavra!” Vlane’s muggle wand spirt out a flash of green. There was a crashing noise and Professor Flitwick came falling out. He lay on the floor, still. Upon closer inspection, I realized what hadn’t happened. Professor Flitwick was dead.

[miraclesmara]

Paranatural Miraculous Ladybug AU: Spirit Miraculous Version

This is it, that Pnat Miraculous AU that I've been working on a lot. This is the one where the characters have miraculouses based on their spirits. List of headcanons under the cut:

Character specific stuff

Max

Max's miraculous is a bracelet or bangle. When untransformed, it just looks like a silver bracelet; when transformed, it's black and the front part looks like Scrapdragon's eyes. At the 5 minute timer, each circle (from both the red and blue) disappear at each beep.

He first found the box containing the bracelet in the storage closet while looking for a way out. (alternative: he found the box in his bag or vest while he was locked in the storage closet)

Just like in canon, Scrapdragon can't talk so Max had to get his miraculous related info from others and figure out some other things on his own. Also when he transformed for the first time it was because of one of two reasons:

a.) He somehow managed to accidentally say his transformation phrase while reacting to this wierd floating thing that suddenly appeared.

b.) The box containing the bracelet also had a note with the transformation phrase written in it and Max read it out loud.

His bat looks like how it would look if Scrapdragon is almost recovered. He still has his magnet powers as his main ability. His special ability is just a really powered up version of his magnet ability (does anyone have better ideas for his special ability?).

Max did not ask for any of this, he did not ask to be a magical boy, he did not ask to fight evil in a ridiculous looking tight costume, and he did not ask to be caught in a love triangle (that's even more complicated than just a triangle if you add secret identities and other stuff to the mix) between two hotheads. On the bright side, at least he can now do awesome parkour stunts he was never able to do in civilian form.

I have no idea on what to do with the thing that briefly took over Max in ch3 but one thing's for sure, Max had been wearing its miraculous the whole time and nobody (not even Max himself) had noticed it yet.

Isabel and Ed

Isabel's miraculous is a comb and Ed's is an anklet.

They both got their miraculouses at the same time. (Grandpa Guerra may have been the one who snuck them into their rooms)

Back when they were the only active miraculous users in Mayview and they still didn't know each other's identities, they had a relationship similar to Ladynoir, love square included (which frustrated Eightfold, Muse and Grandpa Guerra to no end). Also, which love square do you think makes the most sense for them:

a.) They both see each other as siblings but they secretly crush on each other's alter-egos.

b.) Ed secretly crushes on Isabel who just sees him as a brother but secretly crushes on Ed's alter-ego who just sees Isabel's alter-ego as a partner and friend (you know how the rest goes)

c.) Inverse of b.

Isabel's book looks exactly the same as it does in canon while Ed's paintbrush is the tail-belt of his costume

Isabel still has her paper powers as her main ability. I don't know what her special ability is yet but I want it to be related to words or knowledge (because Eightfold is the devourer of words and her spirit world is a library and so I wanted to incorporate that somewhere)

Ed still has his paint powers as his main ability. His special ability allows him to draw something that comes to life (the five minute timer doesn't start until after he's done drawing it)

It's gonna be really sad when Isabel loses her comb and Eightfold with it.

Isaac

Isaac's miraculous is a choker or necklace

He's really having the time of his life as a magical boy (until the miraculous au version of that incident happened)

He envies the partnership between Ed and Isabel (he knows that they know each other's identities) and wishes he had something like that (preferably with Max)

He mainly has small scale weather effects (same as canon) as his abilities. His special ability is to affect the weather on a large scale (It can only be cleared by miraculous cure or by him changing back and he has no control over what weather comes out.)

Mr. Spender

Mr. Spender's miraculouses are a brooch (Lucifer) and a ring (shadow spirit). Those who know his identity think that he only has the former.

The brooch, when untransformed, looks like a plain white circular brooch that's not easy to notice unless you know to look for it, when transformed, the brooch looks like Lucifer's eye and it has Lucifer's wings. At the five minute timer, each of the "pupils"(what are they called actually?) disappear at the first three beeps and each of the wings get dimmed at the last two beeps. I have no idea what the shadow spirit miraculous would look like since we still haven't fully seen what the shadow spirit looks like (I'm not even sure on whether to have it be a ring).

He is still as unhelpful as ever, like that time he told Max that he should feed his kwami but didn't tell him that his transformation has a time limit after using his special ability (luckily, one of the other members told him about it after asking why his bracelet is beeping)

He only transforms to help the kids when he's really needed

Johnny

Johnny's miraculous is a necklace that looks like Forge's locket with or without the keyhole when untransformed (and it opens to show a picture of Max's family when they were much younger, so Johnny doesn't recognize Max in the picture when he sees it)

Immediately after his first use of his miraculous, Johnny told his friends his identity right away (much to Forge's protest). He has their full support. They help him out with stuff like covering for him or buying food for Forge.

I have two options with how Johnny's abilities work:

a.) The fire powers is the main ability and the metal-working is the special ability

b.) inverse of a.

Secret Identity Stuff

I have two options for how to handle secret identities in this au:

1.) The activity club know each other's identities

The activity club still exists as a school club

Suzy still has her goal of finding out what the activity club does but it's second to her goal of finding out the identities of the heroes, yet she never figures that the two are connected despite the activity club gaining a new member at around the same time a new hero appears (Miraculous magic or Mayview wierdness? Who knows?)

Max often comments at his teammates being really unsubtle at the whole secret identity thing. He wonders why they hadn't been caught yet.

2.) The activity club don't know each other's identities

Spender knows the kids' identities and they know his

Ed and Isabel already knew each other's identities by the time Max joins

Max hasn't noticed that two of his classmates (later three) and an eighth grader regularly come to the corner store to buy a lot of a specific type of food for some reason

Lots angst for Isaac as he has nobody (except for Spender and King C who aren't helping very much) to turn to in regards to secret identity related stuff. Max may have the same problem but he's still too new to realize it yet. (I know Max has PJ and Lefty while Isaac has Doorman but I have no idea what to do with them in this au)

Akuma and spirit stuff

If spirits are still around in this au, then they'll be visible to everyone

If akuma villains are still a thing in this au:

Isabel (until she loses Eightfold), Spender, and possibly Day can purify akumas and use miraculous cure (though, they can still do the latter even without akuma villains)

Akumatized Suzy has a similar goal to Lady Wifi (wanting to unmask the heroes)

Akumatized Jeff can be based on Hijeff

Despite their emotional instability, Spender and Isaac hadn't been akumatized since getting their miraculouses (either they are protected by their miraculouses or they're both surprisingly good at not getting akumatized)

I don't know what the source of the akumas would be in this au or if they'll still be butterflies or if they'll still be called akumas

Other stuff

I got almost nothing for costume descriptions (I can imagine them but can't describe them) for when the characters are transformed. At least I have some descriptions for appearance changes: Ed has black tips on his hair, Isaac has his medium traits (like the spiky hair) only while transformed, one of Max's eyes are red and the other is blue, Spender (w/ Lucifer) glows really bright (nowadays, he's gotten better at controlling how bright he glows), and Zarei's (w/ Patchworm) eyes look like Patchworm's eye.

I got almost nothing for names. The only names I managed to come up with are Chrysalis for Zarei with Patchworm and Lumen Aves or Lucidus Aves (either way, the kids mostly call him Mr. Aves) for Spender with Lucifer.

I'll most likely have a hair clamp as Day's miraculous. I can't think of what kind of accessories both of Zarei's miraculouses are.

If Dimitri in canon does turn out to be a spectral and has a spirit partner, then I will most likely have his miraculous be earrings (unless his spirit's design inspires a different accessory)

The equivalent to being a medium in this au is wearing a miraculous that can't be removed for the duration of the "possession". (Do Spender, Isaac and Johnny need any reason to want to take off their miraculouses?)

Suzy runs this au's equivalent of the Ladyblog (would it be called the Spiderblog or the Paperblog or some other name?)

Mom Puckett may have had a similar role to Mama Agreste

Master Fu's role is kinda split between:

Mr. Spender - the kids' mentor (even though he's not doing a very good job at it)

Dr. Zarei - the one who heals kwamis (not sure about this one yet)

Grandpa Guerra - the guardian of the miraculouses and the one who tests potential wielders (instead of him doing the testing, he sends one of his students to do it while he watches from afar)

That's all I got for now. I know I left a lot of blanks in this (like names, transformation phrases, costume descriptions/designs, what the kwamis eat, etc.) so I'll just leave those to whoever wants to write or draw something based on or inspired by this au.