#I cant think of anything else to tag so-- bye!! :)

[marcelineuntitled]

fanart for The Great Miyagi Prefectural Cherry Blossom Viewing by @kings-highway (on ao3)

[oceanwithouthermoon]

i think its weird that i have to make this disclaimer but the internet is crazy so wtvr,, anyway,,

if i say i dont like something, that doesnt mean "that thing is bad and nobody should post it.."

i swear literally every time i even mention that i dislike something, people will go "wow does that mean u fucking hate me cuz i post that thing? ur a fucking stupid bitch and all ur opinions r wrong" LIKE ?? er.. no. just because i say i dont like certain characterizations of certain characters (the saiki k fandom is CRAZY about this cuz i can state an opinion on literally any character and a group of people will still go 'well only we're allowed to post our opinions about them because we're always right!1!1!'), or certain ship tropes (mentioned my hatred of toxic yaoi maybe once or twice on here months ago and people STILL get mad at me as if i said toxic yaoi lovers r evil or something), or certain ships, or WHATEVER, does not mean that i HATE the people who are posting them or that i think they shouldnt post them at all, NO, im just posting about my personal tastes on my personal blog and it would be extremely weird and hypocritical if i decided that i was the ONLY person that was allowed to do that,,

i think the only reason people assume that is because there are a lot of other people on here who ARE like that, and a lot of people toe the line between posting that they dont like something and posting that they think everyone who likes that thing is stupid, annoying, and wrong,, so i guess all i can say is, sorry for whatever made you make these assumptions but they arent true about me so plz leave me alone ʘ‿ʘ ur doing the same thing to me that ur accusing me of but i didnt do it in the first place so ur just actively being a dick for no reason

[lemongogo]

j need to get back into life drawing post haste

[fairy-ganj-mother]

yesterday at 29.5 years old I watched as many videos as I could find from my high school marching band, choir, and theater run crew days and realized I barely have any memories of my junior year of high school (13-14 years ago btw) other than feeling bad™️

[stadindays]

I might never post my art ever again

I’ve been doing an art class and I’m actually horrible. I’m reconsidering even doing art ever in my life again, and definitely thinking of just never doing an art class ever again. I knew I couldn’t do realistic before, but I’m pretty sure that if I show my art to anyone ever again I’m going to be seen as really bad and immature. I wasn’t thinking of pursuing an art career before but now I’m sure that I show never show people my artwork ever again, just mine so I can get rid of it at anytime without question. I don’t even want to identify as an artist.

I know that this might make people not want to follow me now, but I really don’t care. I’ll have my old posts up just because people have already seen it, but I’m most likely not going to ever post art related content again.

[grimmthorne]

not feeling smart/intelligent enough for a conversation or a group of people or for even just making jokes with people is such a crazy insecurity and here it is ruining my life and making me separate myself from the knowledge that I feel like im lacking in so desperately that I'm separating myself from people by varying degrees.

[nbclover]

teehee

[aiieera]

Misty-chp.4

After getting ready for the party, you and Maki decided to pick up some snacks, when you got an incoming call from Yuuta.

“Hello?” “Y/n! Are you busy by any chance?” “Uhmm no? Me and Maki are just at the story picking up some snacks before we come over.” “Perfect!” “What’s up?”, Maki lifted an eyebrow. “Oh! I’m gonna put you on speaker, k?”

“Hey Maki! I was just about to ask Y/n. If it’s not too much trouble, could you guys pick up some ice on your way here?” “Sure,” Maki pushes the snack filled cart over to the freezer while you follow, “How many bags?”

“Just one is fine,” Yuuta replied. “We’re gonna be on our way soon. I think Maki’s gonna start scolding me if I put any more snacks in the cart.” “Alrighty, I’ll see you guys soon.” “Bye, Yuuta!” “See you in a bit.”

After checking out, it didn’t take you two long to get everything in the car and to Yuuta’s house. Once you got closer, you texted him you were outside just before Maki parked the car.

Getting out of the car, you see Yuuta closing the front door behind him. “Yuuta!!” you wave at him as he walks down the stairs to his house to greet the two of you.

“Y/n!! It’s nice to see you guys,” he hugs you while he continues. “Hey Maki.” “Yo,” giving him a little salute. “You guys are like really early,” he pauses to laugh, “no one else is even here yet.”

“Yn insisted we get ready early so we can get snacks on the way, they’re in the back.” Maki shuts the trunk after grabbing the bag of ice wrapped in a towel. “Where should I put this?”

“There’s an ice chest in the kitchen, are you sure you don’t want me to take it?” “I got it, you can help Yn with the snacks. She totally overbought.” She started walking inside the house without waiting to hear a response.

Yuuta turned to you while you opened the car door revealing four bags filled to the top with snacks. “Holy crap,” “What?” “Y/n…That is way to much stuff.” “I didn’t trust you to get good snacks! Yuuji’ll eat them all anyways.” “Ehh, I guess you’re right.”

“Exactly! So let’s just get these set up,” “Alrighty”

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A/N-

-I wassss going to finish the chapter first but it was starting to stress me out a bit so i decided to just post it early

-now that i’m almost done with finals i’ll have more time to work on this so hopefully we’ll get a bunch of chapters out

-haven’t posted in forever(IM SO SORRY🙏) hope i didn’t forget anything

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[abimee]

if you dont know my name is rylan im 23 years old (turning 24 next month on the 11th) im from wisconsin and im white im agender im a lesbian and im tall and ugly. im one of those man hating lesbians who wants a beard and a dad bod and to put a gun in my mouth (but only sometimes)

i only love FF14 like its my own fixation and has been for almost 4 years now. but i also love outer wilds and forever kingdom and gestalt. my taste in music is what i think is ''passable'' and i dont watch TV and rarely read comics or see movies.

dont talk to me about undertale and i dont like it when people besides my friends reblog my old utdr art but you are free to do that and i cant stop you

testimonials is people tell me i know a lot of things about things and that im really nice.

my favorite ships are my own wol ones and i also really like ysayle/lyse. i think uriancred is a plague and dont follow/like people who like uriancred. dont ever show me anything with estinien being near a woman.

i like playing ff14 as a scholar omnicrafter this is my child tock <3

uhm what else do people need to know. oh i dont really tag anything like blood or insects so sorry but i can never keep track of those things so people with any specific triggers probably should not follow me. i have triggers myself but i just hermit myself on the internet to never see them so i dont follow back close to anybody

im really easy to get to know though you just actually bhave to communicate with me oldschool because i refuse to openly flaunt my discord name for people to randomly send friend requests to. join my server for ff14 if you want

I LOVE DAWNTRAIL AND I <3 HERMES thats its. bye

[silly-cuties]

intro post !

i am 18 and from boston, ma (though i dont go outside much...)

call me rara, please dont use pronouns! my name is enough

most of my posts will be products from small businesses i found! i will try to link everything i can so you can support them!

reblogs will be anything cute :)

my tags!

#rarus (posts by me)

#finds (things linked to their shops)

#barbie instinct (kind of like if dhmis was nice? i suppose?)

#romanticizing life

#crafts ummmm i cant think of anything else :3 bye bye!!

divider from here

[confuseddipshit]

its kinda far away from what i expected it to turn out, strayed a bit in the middle, but its here once again. as always, sorry for the lack of cut, mobile tumblr isnt that fancy. enjoy.

⚠️cw: few mentions of blood, nothing too explicit; maybe some emotional neglect? not much though. much lighter than my last poem. still have some grammar mistakes, but theyre there on purpose, i refuse to write I'm instead or im.

i had a normal childhood, you know.

used to be that one kid that get an A and stay sad for an entire week that it wasnt an A+. used books to escape from reality since i read my first letter, so the first time i read romeo and juliet, i was 5 years old. it was an old copy with some eldritch language that i couldnt quite grasp at the time, too many details passed unnoticed.

but besides the introversion and shyness that appeared out of the blue when i turned 4, it was pretty common. my parents never laid a finger in me, nor threatened to do so.

how i wish they had.

of course, i never gave them reasons to do so, but many do it without reason, let alone a good one, so sometimes i wonder what would have happened if i wasnt too tame.

if i had questioned more. had complained more. screamed and cried and asked for more. i wonder how long would it be before they had lost their temper.

pretty long, thats for sure. they were always so controlled.

i guess, thats the entire point now. the stoicism to which i was exposed since birth couldnt make much good for a child. never experiencing the bad sides means the good sides were, too, hidden; never being hit also means that i never felt desired.

see, i did feel loved sometimes. when my mom brushed my hair before school. when my dad would let me mess with his hair while he was watching the news. when theyd both hold my hands when we were walking to the market to buy some bread for dinner.

but there was a time where it all would come to an end. i couldnt feel desired when mom decided she was done brushing my hair, and i had to decide between learn how to take care of it or cut it at the age of 6. and i certainly didnt feel desired when my dad wouldnt lift and carry me anymore at the age of 8. (he couldnt for health reasons, but of course my 8 years old self could never compreehend it).

now im 19 years old. since i was 14, ive been craving something, but could never get close enough to see what it was - or i was too aware of it, and therefore too scared of not being able to hide that side of mine. i took out the blanket that hid it, some time ago, and came to the conclusion that i crave suffering.

not the emotional kind, that i have a lot. you cant go unharmed from "gifted child, parents pride and joy" to "burnt out queer young adult".

i crave the physical counterpart of it. i crave a reason, a good one, something that justifies the intense unhappyness, this indifference and apathy thats always creeping around the corners, hiding in plain sight.

i crave broken arms and black eyes, i crave bruises and crooked noses and raw knuckles. i crave a few broken teeth and a blood-red stained record in school, with a few too many fights and a few too little good grades.

i crave the disappointment and the freedom it brings when no one expects nothing else from you.

i crave intenseness and adrenaline. i crave jumpscares and fist fights, and damn right, i crave pain.

hope you liked it, all feedback is welcome, please like and reblog if you enjoyed, makes a lot of difference for the artist. tell me if i forgot some kind or trigger/content warning or tag, im kinda new to this.

-> you can request a story, if you have something in your head that you think its too weird to ask other authors, i love weirdness and will write for anyone and anything that i can read about so. pretty much every existent character :) thats it for today bye

[feeling--pink]

Listen Star Wars special Candace is amazing and I love her so I did outfits!! Also a long form explanation of what the heck I’m doing because it’s been a while!! :)

1. Imperial Candace

Not much to say about this design, just her in her stormtrooper outfit!

Btw I just want to mention how great of a job they did simplifying the stormtrooper outfit!!!

Oh and bun because military hairstyles and at this point, she’s more uptight (obviously)

2. Inbetween Candace (This is specifically for after Phineas Saves her!!)

Basically, I thought she’d want to get rid of anything that she thinks could’ve led to her fall

So that includes:

The knee pad shin guard because less friction for the slide The midsection because I don’t think she could bend to pull herself up when she fell The gloves and the little weird hand armor because less grip She would have ditched her shoes too but decided against it because walking around with no shoes seemed worse

then she obviously lost her helmet in the fall which would single her out so the other armor I got rid of was for sneaking purpose

shoulders so she could stick her head around corners without the bright white also sticking out That entire arm because I forgot to draw the armor ummm anyways-

Also, do you see that blaster? Took me FOREVER you should look at it and appreciate it because I’m never drawing a gun ever again

Oh and bun came loose into a braid because hair progression is obvious and therefore I like it :)

3. Rebel Candace

Okay just to get it out of the way!! Yes I find the plain tatooine/padawan shirts (maybe they’re just…. Shirts) that they have them at the end of the special boring!!!!!

Yes I also think they wore those for a bit before getting actual outfits but I digress

Anyways I modeled this outfit after Captain Panaka’s (because I’m replaying Lego Star Wars the complete saga and was trying to find inspiration from that and we only got through the first 5 chapters I didn’t have much to go on y’all)

And I think it could symbolize a return to the past where she wasn’t brainwashed by the empire

But also not a return to HER past (aka tatooine clothes) because it seems like she was unhappy on tatooine and left for a reason

I say this because of her “oh THIS planet” bit Also how “you can see exotic worlds across the galaxy” is a part of the chorus Also also Phineas and Ferb are SO into Tatooine and that might be because of Linda and Lawrence wanting to keep them close or something idk

Also finally hair down!! Mostly- because Star Wars usually doesn’t have the hair ALL the way down even when it’s down and she probably wants to keep it out of her face

Also she had slightly wavy hair in aya and I do think everyone’s a bit older than they were portrayed in the episode

Other details include cool boots with better grip!! Every Star Wars character deserves cool boots :)

Also I know her hands are behind her back (I didn’t want to draw any more hands) but she definitely doesn’t have gloves!!

I think that’s it!! :)

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[rionah]

cream latte, cuz i love you a latte.

IN WHICH you fall for the girl who’s often behind the scenes.

sae-byeok x fem! reader

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you fussed through your phone standing at the front gates of the middle school, the college you attended held a week long program of which students would assist the people who worked there for extra credits.

attendance was optional and at first, you didn’t intend to go. but your friend mi-nyeo made a big enough deal about it to convince you to tag along.

now, the two of you WERE going to attend together. but that was until she called you last minute to say she couldnt make it.

“Are you kidding me?!? Come on i only came because you said you’d go!”

jumbled up words of whining came through the other line, you rolled your eyes at her.

→ “I KNOWW! lOOK my stupid co-worker just got sick and they called me in to cover his shift last minute and-”

“i think we both know you aren’t THAT kind to cover for someone elses shift..”

→ “okay wow thank you so much for that”

“was it that hot co-worker guy you were talking about before?”

→ “you- *cough* yeah what about it”

rolling your eyes at her through the phone, you sighed in defeat and succumbed to the inevitable.

“whatever you simping ass, be sure to attend tomorrow tho or else i’ll stop letting you borrow my notes.”

words of retaliation were spewed before she muttered something through the phone.

→ “your bisexual ass is gonna thank me..”

“what?”

→ “nothing! BYE”

the phone call ended before you could speak, shaking your head at mi-nyeo’s actions you shrugged it off and made your way to the classroom where the program was to take place.

apart of you wanted to ditch and just go home, but you felt too bad because, well. children.

there were a only about 2 other people and students in the classroom you were appointed, the teacher then introduced you to the kids before leaving to have you get to know each other.

all you had to do was get along with the kids, look after them, get them comfortable with you, and maybe teach them afew basic lessons, it seemed easy enough right? its basically just babysitting.

wrong, you just remembered that you didn’t know shit about getting along with kids.

approaching a group of energetic boys who were messing around with each other on their seats, you bent down alittle and made an attempt to have a conversation with them.

“hey there, my name’s y/n you guys look like you’re having fun mind if i join you?”

a boy stopped to look at you and stood there silently judging you. the way he didn’t say anything for a good five minutes got really intolerable.

your smile strained and you were about to say something, but the kid started laughing at you.

“HAHAHHAHA you cant! you’re a girl! girls are gross!”

he then took off turning away to his friends.

you scrunched your nose in annoyance at the boy, how rude of him. were kids always this anoyying? and damn i guess even kids could be sexist.

looking around to maybe find another kid to try and get along with, you spotted a little boy sitting alone at a seat by the door.

the boy had a bandaid on his left cheek, his head was lowered as he occasionally peeked out the window as if he were waiting for someone.

having felt that he was lonely, you walked towards his direction.

“hey there, are you okay?”

he lifted his head at you and said nothing, only shaking you off and peering out of the window. assuming that he was just shy, you took the empty seat infront of him and tried again.

“are you waiting for someone?”

the boy only nodded his head at you. goddamn now you felt nervous. maybe you really shouldve gone back home.

“um.. name, whats you’re name?”

turning his head towards you, it seemed like he noticed how awkward you were. and to give you the benefit of the doubt, he answered.

“…cheol. kang cheol.”

the kid tilted his head at you in amusement when you visibly perked up when he answered.

“thats a really manly name!”

“yeah.. people say that alot..”

remembering that you had some candy in your pocket, you brightened and offered some to him. you doubted that you would get along with these kids through a conversation.

so you were determined to bribe him into liking you.

“here have some candy, but dont tell anyone i gave it to you.”

skeptically looking at your extended hand, he eyed the candy before refusing it.

“my sister told me to not take things from strangers..”

“im still a stranger??!”

actually yes you were lmao.

“oh sorry, im y/n. there you know my name, were not strangers anymore right?”

tilting his head at you, he mumbled.

“i dont think it works like that.. youre weird…”

“hey! Im trying!”

he couldn’t help but let out a meek laugh, he didn’t know if you were weird or funny. but seeing you try so hard was funny to him.

sighing in defeat a smile made its way onto your face, i mean atleast he laughed right? eyes diverting to the bandaid on his face, you asked subconsciously.

“what happened to your face? you aren’t getting into any trouble are you?”

cheol casted his gaze down for a bit and hesitated to answer, you mentally scolded yourself for asking the question because what if it was personal???? damn did you just trigger a bad memory-

“i just fell, what are you doing here?”

“i- uh”

you got ditched by your simp of a friend and now you feel obligated to be here laugh out loud.

“oh, you know.. to be a good influence haha”

“you dont look like you wanna be here tho..”

“do i??”

“yeah.”

why is this kid so curt?? you didn’t feel like you were talking to a grade schooler at all.

“you said that out loud y’know..”

“oh- oH im sorry”

falling back in your seat you groaned, you had no idea what to do and frankly enough you started regretting attending.

lazily reaching into your pocket and poping a candy into your mouth, you offered him a piece once again. this time, he accepted your offer.

“oh hey does this mean im not a stranger anymore?”

“i guess so..”

another silence fell over the two of you, at this point you’ve given up talking to the kid. the two of you kinda just sat there watching everyone else do whatever.

nothing especially worth mentioning occurred for the past few minutes, that was until cheol caught a glint of something in your backpack.

“what’s that?”

raising your head up at him, you realized that he was pointing at the keychain that hung on the zipper of your bag.

“oh this? it’s a souvenir from jeju island.”

“you’ve gone to jeju island?”

your heart softened at the noticeable glint in his eyes. the boy looked at you eagerly as you unclipped it from your bag to have you take a closer look.

“yeah i have, it’s really pretty. have you been there too?”

“no I haven’t, but my sister talked about it before.. we saw it on TV and i wanna take her there someday..”

fuck that was so cute you could die.

thinking for a bit, you snapped your fingers after remembering something.

tapping the side of his desk, you reached for something in your bag before sliding another spare key chain towards his direction. the boy lifted his head up at you in confusion and all you could do was smile at him.

“you can have that for yourself and give this one to your sister. i’ve got a bit of a stash at home anyways.”

he looked up at you in fascination with a look that said ‘really?’ he shyly nodded his head at you after you gave him a thumbs up in confirmation.

shortly after that, the classroom door creeked open. only for you to be met with a tall and might i add GORGEOUS woman.

cheol’s mood seemed to brighten up even more after the lady came in, a ghost of a smile came across her face as he got up to great her.

“nuna, look at this. the girl over there gave them to me.”

he said, extending his opened palm towards her as she slightly bent down to inspect the little trinket.

“whats this?”

“they’re from jeju island, the nice girl gave them to me.”

you were bestowed upon a brain error when she came in, but the way she turned her head towards your direction after cheol pointed towards you?? dear lord is she trying to kill you? and you’ve only just met too.

the pretty lady was taken aback before she walked towards your direction, extending her hand and mumbling from beneath her breath.

“thanks for looking after my brother.”

snapping yourself out of your momentary daze, you took her hand and nodded maybe a bit too eagerly.

“oh its not a problem, he’s a good kid. but anyways, are you here to discuss something with his teacher? im afraid that were having a program right now but I’m sure she’ll be back soon”

shaking her head to the side, the girl crossed her arms and responded.

“no i’m here for the program.. i’m pretty sure i’ve seen you around at campus too..? your name’s y/n right?”

oh fuck wait why didn’t you know that a girl as pretty as her was attending the same college as you?? and what she knows your name? she pays attention to you?

“huh? oh- i’m sorry I dont remember aha..”

“you don’t remember your name..?”

waving your hand around in realization of the misunderstanding, you sheepishly apologized to her. dagnabit her attractiveness is getting to your head and now you’re embarrassing your self.

ah, the pains of being weak for pretty people.

“oh nonono i mean- yes im y/n i just don’t recall seeing you… ahahahahahaha”

man you wanted someone to drop from the skies above and slap you.

“its fine, i’m kang sae-byeok.”

“sae-byeok..? oh thats right! i’ve heard mi-nyeo talk about you from time to time”

she scrunched her nose at the mention of the girl, her hand making its way to the back of her nape and rubbing it sheepishly.

“did she.. say anything weird?”

“oh no, she didn’t. i can reassure you on that… i think”

a small sigh was heard from beside the two of you, cheol crossed his arms and grabbed onto sae-byeok’s wrist.

“you’re suppose to be assistant teachers, i dont even know why you signed up for this you suck at talking to people”

“cheol. shut up.”

all you could do was watch in amusement as the stone faced girl’s demeanor faltered for a second as she was dragged away by her brother.

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this is part one i kinda wanna make a series

[erenisms]

prologue

NODUS TOLLENS : n. the realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore—that although you thought you were following the arc of the story, you keep finding yourself immersed in passages you don’t understand, that don’t even seem to belong in the same genre—which requires you to go back and reread the chapters you had originally skimmed to get to the good parts, only to learn that all along you were supposed to choose your own adventure.

you're staying in utgard for a few months to keep watch of your cousin who has tendencies of being utterly destructive and has the audacity to be proud of it. you're surprised to find out that hange already has a babysitter; levi ackerman.

pairing: levi x reader

genre: modern au, fluff, angst

CH. 00: uncle says.

masterlist. | you. | levi. | next.

You had to cut your chat with your friends as your Zoom meeting comes near. But instead of having a few minutes for yourself before having to act professional, your home telephone rings. You took out the wireless telephone with a sigh and put it on speaker, already knowing who's on the other line.

“Hey, uncle. Is something the matter?” You ask, mindlessly sorting through the random folders on your coffee table.

“No, no!” The old man dismisses. “I just called again to tell you that I've already notified Hange about your visit. She's ecstatic about the news! She said she can't wait to see you again.”

They. Hange uses they.

“Yeah. Me, too, uncle. I'm sure we'll have a lot to catch up on.” You try to hide the annoyance in your voice that your cousin's own father can't even acknowledge his child's own pronouns.

“Huh? I thought I'm only supposed to check in about how they–” You emphasized. “–are doing with their clinic on Utgard?

“Ah, well– there's that, too, of course.” He trails off. “But it would really be great if you can encourage my daughter to come back so she can take over the hospital, you know? I'm sure she doesn't know what she was thinking when she refused!”

Your uncle laughs as though his child is truly crazy. You're surprised to know that Hange didn't want to manage the hospital even if they have a passion for medicine. You frown.

“I'll try. No promises though.” You boringly agree. “By the way, can I have Hange's number? I think I lost it a couple years ago.”

“Of course, of course! You'll need contact. I'll email it to you right away.”

“Thanks, uncle. Um, I have to go. I have an online meeting in ten minutes. Is there anything else?”

“That's all, child. I'll just call again when something comes up. Thank you again, [Name], I really appreciate it!”

“No problem. It's not a big deal. Talk to you again soon, bye.” You end the call without waiting for your uncle's reply, you have a conference to attend after all.

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way overdue so ill double update today– if tumblr cooperates w me, that is. it's been messing w me since last week :/

likes and reblogs are really appreciated :)

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- love, zari

[thr-333]

Drastic Measures- Part 5

@daminette-december2019-2020

~Sweater~

Shoves romance to the side and shoves friendship in your face!!!

Ao3

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“Marinette,” Adrien whines as she opens the curtain the second they get back, “Sleep,”

“Just a minute, I want to design Damian something,” Marinette takes up residence at the desk, throwing open her sketchbook, “I will be friends with him!”

“Wasn't he kind of a jerk to you?” Adrien flops onto the bed, Plagg rig after him, "I think we should go back to that point, maybe sleep on it,"

“You were a jerk too~” Marinette sing-songs finishing up a rough sketch of a sweater.

“I was trying to get the gum off your seat!” Adrien slams his hands down.

“Sure you were~”

“Mariiiiiii,” Adrien collapses back into the bed covers, muffling his whining.

“Come on you,” Marinette collects her sketchbook, “Come get material with me,”

“No, it’s time to sleep,”

“It’s midday,”

“Your point?”

"Ok, Plagg 2.0 should I get you some camembert while I'm out too?"

"I'm up!" Adrien sits bolt upright, "Never call me that again,"

Marinette ends up dragging Adrien out of the mansion he pouts as Alfred delivers them into the city she thanks him profusely.

“We were just in the city why didn’t you pick up fabric then?” Adrien walks by her side down the street.

“Because I’m stuck between 2 concepts and I need to see the fabric before going forward,” Marinette bounces along looking through the windows there are quite a few craft shops in the area which suits her just fine.

“Please don’t run off,” Adrien gently holds her sleeve, “Marinette this city…”

“It’s filled with a dark energy,” Marinette agrees, even in this nicer area had something ominous hanging over it, “It’s like it’s seeped into the city’s very bones,”

“And the Akuma aren’t helping things,” A child across the street starts crying and they both instinctively lookout.

“On the plus side at least hawkmoth doesn't send Akuma after every little thing,” Marinette forces herself to relax, moving on as the kids parents comfort them.

“On the downside, he sends them after emotions that are a lot worse,” Adrien follows along into a store as Marinette filters through the shelves.

“Maybe but we can handle this,” Marinette absent-mindedly raises her fist, meeting Adreins, “Do you think I should make something for everyone, you know as a thank you?”

“I haven't gotten them anything,” Adrien takes the armful of fabric Marinette passes him as she brings out her sketchbook to select old designs.

“I’ll handle the making,” Marinette ticks off a vest she thinks with be perfect for Bruce, “And you handle the finances,”

“I stole my father's credit card,” Adrien says with a grin, “He’ll probably find out where I am soon anyway so might as well start using it,”

“In that case,” Marinette pulls out a roll of incredibly expensive fabric, “We also need new phones,”

“And we should go out for lunch,”

“Get our hair done?” Marinette adds, looking at her half hacked off hair “I still need to fix mine from this,”

“I was thinking our room could use a chair?”

“And the bookshelf is looking a bit empty,”

“A nice expensive rug would really liven up the room,”

“Would it be completely inappropriate to get a motorcycle?”

“Yes,” Adrien agrees, “Let's do it,”

They stop to get new phones first, having destroyed their old ones when they ran away. Adrien finds the most expensive restaurant in town, but it's on the far end so they stop to get a motorcycle first.

“I didn’t know you could ride,” Adrien gestures for the waiter in their private room, “Yes can I please have the duck?”

“My Nona taught me,” Marinette sips at the most expensive drink she can legally buy, “I thought you hated duck?”

“Oh I do,” Adrien grins, which drops when his phone starts ringing, “How did he even get this number?”

Marinette looks over his shoulder to see Gabriel trying to call. Adrien purposefully hangs up rolling his eyes.

“We should go do our hair next,” Adrien leans over the table with a manic grin, ”I was thinking of dying it hot pink,”

“Love the concept,” Marinette cringes at the very thought, “But the execution is flawed, you need to dye it a color you actually like not one just to spite your father otherwise he's still just controlling your life, just in a different way,”

“You're right,” Adrien sighs leaning back examining his blonde locks, “What do you think?”

“A nice pastel or cherry blossom pink would look amazing,” Adrien perks up at the suggestion he can still keep the pink, “Actually I might do that too- oh wait! Will that affect our transformation?”

“Not unless you really want to deep down,” Tikki explains, her and Plagg gorging themselves on expensive cheese and treats.

“Well deep down I really don't want to give away our identities like this,”

“It’s a plan then,” Adrien smiles, “Now do you want to order anything else?”

“Thanks but I’m full,”

“What's that got to do with anything?”

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 “Looks great Nette,” Adrien gives her a side hug, the hairdresser shooing him away while he does the final touch-ups.

“Are you talking to me or yourself?” Marinette smiles at the new and improved shock of pink hair.

“Well obviously I look fabulous, but you look great too,” Marinette rolls her eyes at him looking back in the mirror. Instead of evening out her hair, they had made it look like her little episode was actually intentional giving it nice layers and even doing an undercut on the other side. Unlike Adrien, she didn't go all pink, instead the tips being white ombre up to pink and then her natural hair color.

“Thanks, you have to send a picture of your hair to Nino he's more invested in your teenage rebellion than you are, he’s probably also hurt you left him out of the running away part,”

“He has suggested, more than once, running away together,”

“Why what's wrong with Nino's family?”

“Nothing at all,” Adrien quickly covers, “I think he just really wanted me to run away, his mum offered to pack us lunches,”

“Well, maybe we could have used the turtle,” Marinette sighs, “But I could do that to Nino, you already had to leave Kagami behind, have you given her a call yet?”

“Oh um, about that-" Adrien points at her tapping his chin thoughtfully, "Never mention it again,”

“Adrien,” Marinette scowls, “Call your girlfriend,”

“She’ll kill me,” Adrien hides partly behind a seat looking meek, “Also you don't get to lecture me, you haven't called your parents,”

“That's different,” Marinette groans sinking into the seat, only to get told off for moving, “They’ll want me to come home, how am I supposed to explain that I can’t,”

“They’re your parents,” Adrien stresses, “I’m sure they’ll be happy enough to know your ok,”

“Maybe,” Marinette hums, the cloth being removed from her shoulders letting her get up, “I just feel so bad for putting them through this,”

“Maybe one day they’ll understand,” Adrien walks with her to the front to pay.

“Maybe,” Marinette looks down at the bill, “Wow this is a lot more expensive than the usual dye job,”

Made sense because they were in the higher income distinct of the city.

“Why Marinette,” Adrien grins swiping the card, “That's the point,”

Ten minutes later they were laughing as calls kept pouring in one after the other. They are only interrupted when they get the distinct feeling of an Akuma.

“Duty calls,” Adrien sighs putting his phone on silent.

“Seems so, at least we can call out skills multiple times," Marinette walks casually into an alley with him, “What are you up to?”

“About three,” Adrien shrugs transforming, “It takes about double the time for the transformation to drop now,”

“Same, wish I could say that gives us the edge but really it only keeps us from falling off the cliff,” Marinette also transforms, her new costume bringing a smile to her face.

“How eloquent my lady,” Marinette playfully pushes him, Chat catches himself catapulting over the building, she quickly follows behind.

The Akuma is standard, Marinette guesses the akumatized item is the wrist watch. The problem comes with their recurring thorn in her side.

“Ladybug-”

“Get out of the city,” She cuts Batman off, “Yeah, yeah let us handle this first,”

Marinette throws her yoyo out just in time to deflect an attack headed at Chat.

“Do you need any help?” Robin asks, Marinette smiles, partly at the aghast face Batman makes.

“Do you think you could tag-team it with me?” She asks formulating a plan, with the extra help she might not need the lucky charm, “Make your attacks big and draw his attention, grab the wristwatch if you can,”

“On it,” Robin gives her a nod jumping into the fray, Ladybug doesn't give batman a chance to object running after.

Robin does a good job they work in perfect sync falling back when the other moves to make an attack. When the Akuma focuses on them too much Chat swoops in and gets their attention giving them the chance to swipe at the wristwatch. It goes on she sees Robin get thrown back after another failed swipe at the wristwatch. Ladybug takes the chance to move forward grabbing for the wrist, she isn't watching out for the other arm, the impact hitting and sending her flying back.

“I got you,” Her momentum is stopped by a hand bracing at her back, saving her from crashing into the adjacent building.

“Thanks, Robin,” He helps steady her as she finds her footing again, “I’ll move in you follow me up,”

“No need,” He smirks brandishing the watch.

“You did it,” Ladybug beams, taking the watch and smashing it to the ground, “Great job!”

“Ah, thanks,” Ladybug doesn't pay attention to how Robin brushes, focusing on purifying the Akuma and fixing the damage.

“We made a pretty good team,” Ladybug turns to Robin when everything is settled, “Pound it,”

Robin meets her fist with some hesitance, which disappears when she smiles at him again.

“Ladybug!” Batman yells heading their way.

“Ops sorry,” Ladybug cringes, “Sorry! Cant stop gotta go, bye bye!”

They run from the scene faster than Batman can hope to catch them. They end up back at her newly brought bike stacked with fabric and protected by a bit of luck. Marinette races home to make everyone's gifts, knowing just who she wanted to start with.

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 “There you are!” Marinette exclaims, having spent the past half hour searching the manor for him.

“What do you want?” Damian snaps as if he wasn't just playing with the cat on the floor half a second ago.

“Nothing, I made something for you~” He continues to scowl but Marinette doesn't let it discourage her, “Here, I didn’t know your size so I made a baggier style, do you like it?”

Damian takes the sweater holding it up to where she put it on him looking down a little shocked. Marinette almost wants to laugh at the expressions trying to shift back from awe to disinterest, it’s cute. She smiles wondering what his face would look like if she made a matching one for the cat, and maybe Titus too.

“.... It’s well made,” Damian eventually allows, folding it over his arm, Marinette notices how his fingers linger on the soft fabric.

“Good to know,” She smiles, bidding him goodbye before the moment can be ruined. She bounces down the hall humming to herself.

“Someone's happy,” Tikki flies out of her bag.

“He liked it, why wouldn't I be happy?”

“Someones really happy,”

“Stop it Tikki,” Marinette giggles, making the kwami laugh in turn.

“Just like adrien~” Tikki sing songs floating down the hall ahead of her.

“Well then, keep Kagami far away from this one,”

“Don’t turn into a stuttering mess and we have a deal,” Tikki agrees.

“Please Tikki I’m not thirteen anymore,” Marinette brushes her off, ready to go make the others gifts, if she spent the whole time humming to herself Tikki wasn't going to explain why to Adrien.

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