#Miraculous Melody AU

[taldigi]

they are talking about cubecraft

[mothdotz]

They stay silly

[elytra404]

4/4 on my rewrite polls!!

so for those who dont know, names like claude and allen and allergra where assigned by the fandom, their never actually said in 'cannon' material. we dont know what their names wouldve actually been. so what do i name them?

ill put some examples of what i would name them below

examples:

no matter the vote im gonna use jess for sparrow, i know originally a guy but i love jess and she makes my life easier

allergra is a fandom name for Melodie, but personally i'd name her aria

even if i go with fandom names, im splitting mercery/ gavroche into two people so id assign allen to mercery and use gavroche as a civilian name (which is what ill probably do other then using allen if i go with my own names)

[silentmagi]

Bad Publicity AU: Queen Bee & Ladydragon & Melodie in "Trouble"

The bees begin to buzz the dragon, bring about thoughts of being safe in the hives of the others, rather than running with the shadows of the night, of the sweetest nectar waiting for her to sup upon to her fill, and then pretty felines to curl up on her lap.

These twins were not fighting fair.

The Stories Untold

If you want to write one of these, please just link me

[sallertiafabrica]

Really, This Is a Normal Flower Shop

Alix drags Marinette into a Very Normal flower shop in an attempt to get their friend out of their funk. Marinette gets a lot more than she bargained for.

OR:

The author is incapable of playing any popular trope straight.

Chapter 1: Flowermagedon

So, yeah, here’s my attempt at a flower shop AU that immediately went to a sharp left and away from anywhere I could’ve foreseen. I’m striving for a short-fic with this one (5 to 10 chapters), to work on in-between my longer projects, and hopefully, I’ll stick to it.

Anyway, here’s a flower boy:

[reveluving]

moonlight melody ; takeshi kovacs x reader

summary: you don’t know how you got there, and you don’t even know if you can ever return home. and you can’t find it in you to hate it whatsoever.

warnings: isekai au; minor altered carbon explicit content, major fluff w/ lovesick & poetic takeshi!

a/n: the first of quirky reverie 2024! had this idea in the shower. yeah. haven’t shown this man any love in a while so please take it! hope you enjoy it & don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

» wanna know what I have in store this fall? come & check out this year's 'reve's quirky reverie' m.list! 🕷️'!

'But he couldn’t blame you. He needed you just as much as you needed him.' ; 

A few drones flew overhead. The holographic half-naked model flashed across one of the many luxurious buildings. Even the little burn barrel that kept the slums warm in the far distance. 

You’ve seen it all. You’ve seen it plenty. You’ve seen it almost every night.

And yet, you couldn’t help but marvel at the scene before you like you were seeing it for the first time. 

The occasional brightness had you squinting your eyes, especially the ones resembling spotlights that shined in your face, but besides that, you were taking it all in like there was no tomorrow. Noise after noise, none of which was deafening given the aerial view of the balcony, just enough to wonder what sort of life, bad or good, existed beyond your very own.

As beautiful as it was to see the city or really, Altered Carbon on television, the visual effects on your screen didn’t do justice, now that you’ve gotten used to the real thing. Of course, the bright lights were just a façade from how dangerous Bay City truly was as soon as one stepped out of the hotel. But the life you lived, where the concept of Sleeves and the majorly advanced technology in the show never existed, before miraculously ending up here, wasn’t any better either. 

Less deadly, no doubt, but much more… dull. 

You didn’t jump when a pair of arms came to wrap around you, pressing their chest against your back before perching their forehead on your shoulder. You weren’t sure if you shivered from his deep voice or his warm breath tickling you. 

His words were unintelligible, lips moving against your skin.

“Can’t hear you, handsome.” You chuckled. He raised his head, a few strands of hair draping over his eyes.

“Can’t sleep?” Takeshi asked once more. You still couldn’t believe this was the same man who survived for centuries, instilling fear in men blinded by temporal wealth, now almost grumbling at you for successfully sliding out of his arms. 

“Not really,” You chuckled. He forced his bleary eyes open, not wanting to miss the little crinkles forming in your eyes. Takeshi instinctively leaned his face closer when you angled your head, kissing his cheek as an apology, “Didn’t wanna wake you up though. I can come back inside if you want.”

He’d love that, he’d want nothing more than to drag you back into bed. But your wide-eyed wonder was so irresistible that he’d feel like a criminal if he took it away from you. No matter how many times he had seen it.

“Nah. I don’t mind staying out here for a bit.” Instead of standing with you, he pulled you to the chair he had kindly dragged out for you months back. Sitting you on his lap, he practically melted in the seat, nosing the sensitive area between your neck and shoulder. He held you like the most precious plushie, and in all honesty, he was willing to fall asleep right then and there.

Truly, with the images—memories of you that flashed as his eyes remained closed, his mind in constant relaxation. As if life, whatever powerful being beyond anyone’s control or understanding had finally blessed him with the greatest form of honour, but he wasn’t the only one to believe as such. 

You would always hold him like he was your lifeline, and if you were being honest, he was. Hoping day in and day out that you wouldn’t wake up somewhere you could no longer call home instead of the familiar room in The Raven. The day never came, and though Takeshi always knew how to ease your worries, the scare would linger from time to time.

But he couldn’t blame you. He needed you just as much as you needed him. 

Even now, too enamoured by the look you had and how the lights cast onto your face, how your eyes took in everything you could like you wouldn’t be able to see again, and despite how tainted his world was, he found it endearing, only because it was you.

He quickly became accustomed to you with him—to you and him. The little hand caresses, the comforting kisses, the smiles that silently told him ‘It’s okay. You’ll be okay.’

We will be okay.

» a/n: something short and sweet for our beloved hunk because he deserves it whenever possible!! ;; gorgeous divider by @firefly-graphics ♡

[cinnaminsvga]

Harana Preview | Jungkook

harana (n.): the act of wooing someone by serenading them

→ summary:

Unwilling to settle down with you after five years of dating, Jeon Jungkook decides to break up to chase after his dreams. In the aftermath, you leave your hometown, desperate to forget your past and relearn what it means to be on your own. Two years later while on your way to work, you pass by a familiar voice singing songs about a girl he had left behind.

{or alternatively: Jungkook still sings the love songs that he wrote for you. He still means them, too.}

→ genre: busker!au, exes to lovers, fluff, angst → warnings: jimin is insane and kinda crude (he has some issues going on), jungkook is a pathetic wet bunny but he's trying his best, so much yearning, ambiguous ending??? but my god there is hope!! the humanity of it all!! → words: anticipated 10-15K → a/n: what da hell who is she... HEY SO its been a while since ive written anything longer than 2k words and i really wanted to get back into writing, if only for practice... plus this is part of my heart full of hugot series that i teased literally eons ago and i want to finish it before the year ends... pray for my sanity ( ; ω ; )

part of the “heart full of hugot” series

As you struggle to pull yourself together, a familiarly loud voice rings outside the edge of your consciousness. “Hey, Y/N! Fancy seeing you here…” Jimin greets you, his usual jovial demeanor halting midway when he sees your panicked expression. He clears his throat, perplexed. “Umm… Are you alright there, girl? You’re looking a little pale.”

You do not even have the mental capacity to wonder why Park Jimin was miraculously early to his shift, nor why he seems genuinely worried for you. Rather, all you can do is wave him off and use what little time you have before the restaurant opens to steel yourself for hours of melodious torture. 

“I’m fine, Park. You should get to work,” you grit out, wiping your sweaty palms on your uniform. Normally, Jimin would have teased you about the obvious wrinkles on your skirt. 

“You’re not the boss of me,” Jimin huffs, always the contrarian. He thinks better of it, however, and softens his tone. “Are you feeling sick or something? You look like you just saw a ghost.”

You freeze, perhaps giving yourself away a little. “I’m fine,” you repeat. 

“You know, if you refuse to elaborate, I’m going to have to retract your shower privileges,” Jimin taunts with a smirk. 

You feel a migraine growing by your temple, making you wince. God, why must men be the source of all your problems?

“I’m just… a little annoyed by the busker outside the restaurant,” you eventually admit, trying to be vague. Unfortunately for you, Jimin hates beating around the bush and would never take your crap if he knows something is up.

Unable to withstand the weight of his unimpressed stare, you continue, “He was someone I used to know, that’s all.” You aren’t going to be any more specific than that, though you imagine Jimin gets the picture. You zip your lips, hoping to whoever is causing you pain that Jimin would somehow let the matter drop and leave you to your misery.

You brace yourself for his onslaught of questioning to come, and… it doesn’t happen. Instead, when you glance at Jimin, he is mysteriously stone faced. You wait for him to speak for what feels like a few minutes, but he doesn’t show any signs of wanting to tease or ridicule you. He simply watches you with a pensive expression. You can barely stop yourself from staring back at him, slack-jawed at his silence. 

Of course, you aren’t just going to question your luck, or what little you have at least. So, you stay silent back and purse your lips uncomfortably.

Finally, Jimin seems to snap out of his strange reverie. He fixes you with a bizarrely sympathetic grin, patting you affectionately on the back. “I see… Well, if you ever need a drink tonight, head over to the bar for a little sip. I got you covered,” is all he says in response before sashaying away. 

That was so fucking weird. You want to chase after him, perhaps beat the truth out of him. Jimin is nothing but a scheming dick, and you aren’t about to let him roam free with such sensitive information about yourself. Just as you’re about to stomp his ass (perhaps to relieve some of the building tension from your weary soul), your manager pops his head from his office door. 

“Y/N! Make sure you’re logged into the booking system. There’s going to be a party of 20 coming in about an hour,” he reminds you, shooting you an apologetic look. You nod back with a sigh, swiping the booking tablet from the hostess desk and scrolling through the logs. Sure enough, it is going to be a busy night despite being a Monday evening. Perhaps a little busier than usual, in fact.

Whatever. You will use whatever distraction you can get, and perhaps the approaching noise from the restaurant patrons will be enough to drown out the sound of his voice. 

You aren’t religious by any means, but you pray to whatever higher power exists that Jeon Jungkook doesn’t somehow decide to enter the restaurant. Stay outside, you plead. Outside the restaurant and your life, if possible.

Throughout the evening, you do your best to push aside the memories that threaten to resurface. You greet customers with a smile, lead them to their tables, and ensure their dining experience is pleasant despite the anxiety poisoning your insides. It's a routine you've perfected over time, a shield against the chaos of your emotions.

As the night wears on, you can feel Jimin's eyes on you from across the restaurant. You sneak glances back at him, and you blanch at his pitying gaze. If the restaurant had been slightly less crowded, you would have flipped him off. 

He’s probably enjoying my suffering, you think darkly. Unwilling to give him the satisfaction, you straighten up and do your best to appear more unaffected. Just as you do so, you can hear Jungkook perfectly hitting a soulful high note. 

“I’m so sorry for thinking I was strong,” you whisper to the universe. “Forgive me for my insolence.” You clench your fist in anguish, ignoring the confused looks from the customers in front of you. 

By the time your shift comes to a close, you are completely and utterly drained. You feel like a snail that has been continuously salted over the past eight hours, and you cannot help but cheer in relief when the clock finally strikes two in the morning. You have to wait for the last few diners to make their leave, but otherwise you are ready to let your bed swallow you whole. 

You stand by your hostess desk, leaning your head against it with a defeated sigh. Jungkook’s voice had died down only a few minutes ago, and you hope that by this point he has mercifully left the premises. You want to take a peek to make sure, but just as you’re about to make your way to the door, you feel a hand on your shoulder stop you in your tracks.

“‘Sup, bitch.” Jimin still has that weird, pitying gaze pointed at you, though his words don’t match it. “Are you okay to go home alone tonight? I can bring your dumb ass home if you want.”

You shove his hand away, ready to bite his head off when you think better of it. If Jimin drives you home, then that lowers the chances of seeing Jungkook down to pretty much zero. 

“You know what? Thanks,” you grouse. Jimin smiles at you winningly, and the image of it brings a shiver down your spine. You hit him, creeped out. “Hey. Stop that, will you? You’re being really weird?”

Jimin scoffs, crossing his arms. “Me? Weird? At least I don’t look like a damn firework ready to explode just because my cringelord ex-boyfriend is singing sappy love songs outside—”

“Shut the fuck up,” you seethe, stomping on his foot. He yelps in pain and slaps your shoulder in retaliation. 

“Ouch! Watch your ogre feet! My shoes are worth twice your monthly rent I’ll have you know,” he bristles. He breathes deeply, likely finding his inner calm (which you doubt exists). “But because I’m so nice, I’ll ignore your earlier transgression and blame it on your underdeveloped amygdala.”

You don’t know what’s more surprising: the fact that Jimin knew what an amygdala was or that he was forgiving you in the first place. “Whatever. Let’s finish closing up and then head out. I’m exhausted.”

[the-midnight-blooms]

ʀᴜᴘᴛᴜʀᴇᴅ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴛᴇʟʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ

pairing: soulmate!kang yeosang x reader

AU: soulmate au

word count: 3.3k

ATEEZ as angst tropes series:

Hongjoong | Seonghwa | Yunho | Yeosang | San | Mingi | Wooyoung | Jongho

masterlist

Trope: Soulmates That Never Find Each Other

You were there.

I felt you. Your presence reminiscent in my dreams, we swayed from side to side in a grand ball. The thrill of the game of love fuelling us both as we spun around in each other’s arms. I could’ve sworn I felt our souls entwine. I see your eyes like dynamite stare into mine. They haunt me every night as my eyes shut, the magnetising pull of our souls. Something snaps our string of fate, the culprit well blended into the shadows of my distant thoughts I can never stand and point my finger at them. Who’s to blame? Who’s to blame from separating me from you?

In the dead of the night, two figures loomed in the dark sprinting through the narrow hallways of a large manor perched upon a hill. A candelabra settled in one hand and his lovers hand encased within the other. The air still as he guides her down, finally they reach a deserted room. Passionately their lips meet in the dim light, fingers running through their hair. So lost in each other’s taste, the clock twirls, time ticking as they savour each other and the few moments they have left. In the finality effortlessly he lifts her up twirling her around tickling her neck with his lips, the intoxicating melody of her laughter enamouring him.

“My darling, the owner of my heart. Will you give it back to me?” He asks, gazing into her eyes so lovingly as if they held unmapped constellations.

“Give you back, what?” She teases, brushing their noses against each other. An old act of maternal love projected onto him, the urge to protect him, keep him. Inaugurate him as her own.

“My heart, or at least some of it. Just enough to keep me alive without your presence.”

“I don’t think so.” She proclaimed, “I think I’ll keep it with me, so as long as I have it you won’t forget me.”

In an instant, the blaring sound of her alarm rudely awakened her from her dream eyelids tearing open to switch the obnoxious noise off. Smacking the brutal thing shut, a long groan escaped from her lips flopping her head back onto the pillow- sealing her eyes closed hoping that he would miraculously crawl back to her. He never did in the mornings where the sun exchanged its place in the sky with the moon.

Mornings were always weary and awful in her desolate flat, the chilling air always coming to add to the loneliness she felt waking up every morning to no one. After being groomed into her work attire, she became subject to the repetitiveness of the ‘nine-to-five’ schedule she was contained within (except she started at eight o’clock and finished at four). The office was particularly quiet at this time, speeding over to her desk she slumped down on her chair, clicking the button underneath the panel. She made sure to relish the first hour of quietness before her colleagues rolled in, politely greeting her before seating themselves at their own desks. Clatter of keyboards infiltrated the air surrounding them, continuing for hours on end the abrasive sound occasionally dipping during lunch break before piping back up. At the end of a tiresome day, her eyes much sore from the incessant glare of the computer screen she sauntered out of the building.

The coldness of her apartment welcomed her again; the isolation called her in. The silence was enough to comfort her soul but there was no presence of somebody, anybody, to greet her with open arms. A buzzing sound vibrated in her pocket, slipping her phone out to read a message from her friend.

Hellooo are you free tomorrow?? I have news

Scoffing a little at her friends straightforwardness, immediately she typed back a response.

It’ll have to be after work, tomorrow at half 5?

Perfect, see you then

As planned as soon as the clock struck four, she made a beeline across to the other side of the city, all the way to her friend’s home. Jogging up the steps, she knocked a few times clutching onto her shoulder bag before her friend swung open the door, an elated smile plastered across her face. Ignoring all the formalities, she strolled in placing her shoes at the entrance before dropping her bag at the foot of the sofa.

“How are you? How was work?” Her friend questioned, settling herself on the seat opposite.

“I’m good, work is- well mundane as usual. How are you? What’s got you so happy?” Though, she felt that she already knew the answer.

"I found him, my soulmate. K for Kyong." Rolling up her sleeve to show the letter engraved into her pale flesh, as if she had not seen the letter several times before. With a wide smile plastered amongst her lips, childish squeals vibrated through the room, the friends encompassing each other.

Finding your soulmate varied from one person to another. Some had their lovers name imprinted on parts of their body, some an imbedded clock on their wrists counting down the minutes until they would meet. Some had words, like the first word they would ever say to you. But when she was born, she had nothing. At least there was no physical manifestation on her body that would declare that she’d ever meet her soulmate. Perhaps she was not worthy of love, she was not desirable to others. She wasn’t beautiful by any means, or at least in her eyes. How could she be beautiful when there was the mere existence of her friends? Take Joo-Won, for example. Her name literally meant love; she was born to be adored. Her whole life she had spent, taking the photos rather than being in them. Hiding from the camera, avoiding bathroom mirrors. Wearing pretty dresses for no one to validate her appearance, yet when her friend wore that same dress a few weeks later the entirety of their university flocked to her side praising her gorgeous looks. By all means she did not feel any sense of jealousy but rather hurt that she was not cherished. That the universe sought her so undeserving of love. It hurt to be unlovable. It hurt to just exist for the sole purpose of existing. Nevertheless she congratulated Joo-Won on her newly founded love, promising to be there whenever and if ever she needed her.

“Oh darling,” Joo-Won reached to take out her friend’s hands in her own, slithers of happiness moulding into sympathy. “If only you found your lover by now. There’s still hope! I have a work friend just like you-,”

“Don’t be silly. Love is a blessing that is only meant for some. It’s not meant for me, and I’m ok with that.”

She was not ok with that.

When she stepped back into the coldness of her apartment, her knees buckled sinking to the floor as hot tears rolled down her cheeks. An irritable pang settled into her heart, she clutched at the fabric of her shirt.

Why not me?

To make matters even worse, when her body brimmed with exhaustion and she trudged towards her bedroom shutting her eyes inviting sleep to overcome her, the man in her dreams did not return to her. Instead she wandered through the abandoned manor alone, exploring hidden rooms. Jumping at every little sound, hoping it was him turning around the corner. She woke up in a foul mood. Just like that the days bled into each other, the weekends speeding by as her working days trudged their way to the end. Her loneliness only ascended, as every other week her phone buzzed with Joo-Won informing her on how so and so had “found their soulmate”.

She wasn’t cut out for love, but how it agonised her to admit that. She entered her dreamscape again that night, except this time instead of gallivanting through the deserted hallways she was perched by the hearth her hands glistening over the cackling embers. A low creak strained into the room, a familiar figure entering a warm smile etched on his face. It was him. Relief rushed through her body, she leapt from her seat the pull to him so strong once he encased her within his arms she could not let go.

“I missed you.” A low chuckle escaped him as she buried her face into his neck.

“I was only gone five minutes.” His slender fingers moved to tuck a stray lock of soft hair behind her ears. Her lips moved to form his name the shape of it present the sound of it, absent. Now that she thought about it, what was his name? Her brain wracked through the many names she’d heard in her life time, trying to find one fitting to his handsome face. Her mind clicked at once.

Yeosang.

It was perfect, a name so divine. So heavenly, so fitting for his gorgeous, gorgeous face. A man born out of beauty.

“Yeosang.” She called out, her voice disembarking out to him like an angel’s warm breath tickling the lobe of his ear, it was enough to send him into a state of delirium.

“Yes, my love?”

“Never leave me again.”

“I won’t, I’ll be here for eternity. Stuck by your side.”

“I swear, I wish Yeosang was real.” A dreamy expression was etched onto her face, while a growing look of concern was reciprocated by her friend. She could not help but share some of the delightful dreams that seemed to be exhilarating her. Whilst Joo-Won noticed her friend’s mood was improving over the subsequent weeks the reason being so, had her worried.

“You shouldn’t get too attached to him. It’s going to make it harder for you to find someone real.” The scarlet red mug rose to her lips; hot beverage scalding her tongue. A low hiss escaped from her lips as her friend sunk deeper into the sofa.

“I know it’s just- sometimes I think he’s a real person. Like he’s meant to be with me. Like the way you have Kyong etched onto your skin- I have carved in my mind.” Closing her eyes, to see the glimpses of his comely features. Oh, how she wished to find him and tried at that. Venturing out into the streets of Pohang, attempting to find the brunette. On many occasions, she felt his ubiquity residing in the air but his face unable to be acknowledged. A sympathetic sigh escaped from Joo-Won’s lips, she leaned back onto the sofa herself. Its nearly not the same thing. Oh, how she did not have the guts to proclaim that. A part of her felt that her friend was slipping away, travelling so far gone into distant land becoming detached from her reality.

“What are you doing my love?” Cool wind stirred through the empty night, her hair swaying with the breeze. Waves overlapped, the rush of water forging a cacophony of sounds, healing the aching sounds of the bustling city that indented their ears. His brown eyes gazed intently on her face, as if he was searching for something. They stopped, fixating at one point.

“You have a birthmark.” she giggled at his bluntness. Slender hands gravitated towards her skin, glazing over the small brown mark on her jawline. He pressed a soft kiss to her birthmark, a contented sigh relieving from her. If only she could feel him, relish him. If only his touch could be so real; if only she could feel the warmth radiating of his skin. “It’s so beautiful.”

“Don’t be silly, it’s just a brown splodge. Yours, on the other hand, is very pretty. I wish mine took a heart shape like yours. Look at you, you’re meant for love.”

“And are you not? Are you not made to be mine?” His words so potent, rocked her head- she was hypnotised by the allure of his devotion ultimately swaying her mind from one side to another. Fumes of his love enough to intoxicate her for the rest of life, nothing could detox her of the narcotic.

“Perhaps if I was made for you, I could hold you. Where are you?” Just like that, as the words ran through her mouth his figure began to fade becoming at one with the night, taken away by the stars-blinking conceitedly down at her, as if to mock that he was just a dream and a dream alone. Her wish to have and to hold him eternally, was something that exceeded the bounds of the universe.

Yeosang woke up trembling, cold beads of sweat forming on his upper lip. Where did she go? She was within his embrace a second ago, then as soon as she beckoned for him the switch flicked and he shot awake misery fulfilling him as it did every night before. Leaning his head on the headboard, he let out an uncontented huff. Much like the lover in his dreams, he was too not marked with a soulmate’s notation. Though with the distinct red-heart shaped birthmark near his left eye many had conspired that in his past life his lover kissed him on that spot many times that when he was reborn, he was carrying their love with him. He shook his head, laughing every time his friends assured him he was not unlovable. He begged to differ. Reluctantly, he crawled out of his bed to start the day ahead.

He comes to her in the beguiling silence of the night, like he usually does, but this time his touch holds more sincerity, clinging to her as if it’s real now he hates to think when his eyes flutter open he’ll let her go. A tear slips down his cheeks; when she peers at his porcelain face, her hand immediately draws towards him gently brushing it away to kiss his nose.

“What’s wrong, my love?” She whispers, as though speaking an octave higher would shatter him.

“Every time I close my eyes I see your face and when I awaken I can never find it. Where are you?” He breaths out, foreheads touching. His warm embrace relaxing the tense fibres in her muscles.

“I think about that myself, every day. This dream feels too real to be a dream, as if your being here is supposed to be a sign.” She responded, he nods carefully taking in every word exactly as his own. He searched for her in bookshops, towns, in university and in his workplace. Everywhere he went he could not seek her, as if everything down her to physique was inimitable. Even with that distinct birthmark on her jawline, she seemed extinct. No clone of her true enough the ease the unsettling feeling that arose when each morning he woke up and she wasn’t next to him. She drifts away from him again, panic floods through his veins palms flailing trying to clasp onto her but like the wind, she was gone.

Hovering by the ticket booth in the busy railway station, phone glued to her hand awaiting Joo-Won's phone call. Her best friend had gone back to Pohang to visit her parents and grandmother, requesting that she picked her up when she came back. With nothing better to do, she agreed yet she was beginning to regret agreeing as the station flooded with biting air that sent an tantalising shiver down her knobbly spine. Screech of metal grinding against metal penetrated the atmosphere, doors opening and a crowd of people rudely shoving past each other on the platform. In an instant, she found herself huddled within a crowd people, her body being pushed in all directions as some entered the train but a majority exiting. The station anticipated with a dissonance that she disliked all too well, still anticipating Joo-Won's arrival annoyance and panic surged within her.

Her eyes caught a familiar face, latching onto that red heart-shaped birthmark and those wide eyes of his. His smile all too conversant as he spoke to the taller man behind him. A rush of adrenaline charged her, her legs finding her way towards him, becoming at one with the abominable mob. He was right before her, so close, the closest she'd feel to his skin it would be so stupid of her to let him go.

"Yeosang!" she shouted, he froze in his spot craning his neck to follow the sweet melody. He sought her figure amongst the number of heads, some obscuring his view, others ducking their heads as if to shine a spotlight on her unveiled beauty. Her eyes did not hold the twinkling stars but rather the fire of the burning sun. Her figure not as translucent; borne away by the twilight like the several times he encountered it. Instead it was as if the aurora anchored her to the earth, but goodness was she not the capturer of his heart. For every time he saw her, his soul evaporated from his body knees feeling weak. They made their way to each other through the crowd. Mingi who had almost not noticed his friend meander away from him, stalked behind.

Their hearts drew closer, the entrancing pull of their fervour stronger and stronger with every step they took. I have found you, my darling. I am coming to you.

Suddenly, a hand enclosed around their shoulders, synchronously jerking them backwards.

"Yeosang. Where are you going? We're going to be late, you know Seonghwa doesn't like tardiness."

"I called you five times, I thought you ditched me. Where did you go?" Ignoring their friends, they turned her heads back eyes scanning for each other in the sea of heads. They did not find each other, losing one another as they were yanked away; their pull weakening, the string of fate that tied them both slipping away, disintegrating.

It became apparent to both that the perceived pellucidity, the distance paved between them, the inability to have- to hold each other, to feel the warmth they were entitled to, came at the cost of their sheer existence.

I exist, but not to have you.

The lovers interlocked eyes at the opposite ends of the hallway, dashing down the manor as bare feet slapped against the cold marble, bodies colliding. His strong arms closing her within him to prevent her from falling.

"Where did you go? Why can't I have you?” she cried, weakly tears bursting from their banks, gripping on his white shirt as tight as she could.

“Our stars align, but they do not bind us.” He decreed, his hands moving to gently brush the tears from her face. Their lips meet again, but slow and soft to savour its last taste. “I love you.” They meet again. I love you. Again. I love you. Light blares in through the window, the haunting ring of a bell drawing closer to them. Time is running out.

“In the life after this, come find me. For now, find another love. Do not live a life of solitude, my dear. It’s not what you deserve.”

"Can I not have you now?" she exhaled. He shook his head no. "Yeosang, you promised you would stay by my side forever."

"But it hurts, it hurts that I can only have you when I close my eyes. It hurts that when I try to reach you, the further you seem to be moving away from me."

"You selfish man!" she declared, "Does it not hurt me too? Do you know how much it hurts to live knowing that the one thing that completes me, I cannot have?" His body wracked with sobs, uncontrollably. Sinking to his knees, resting an arm on her waist to steady him as he dug his head into her abdomen. Arduous cries fulfilled the night, the stars indifferent to their pain. Reluctantly, she gently removed his hand, pressing a chaste kiss to his forehead before transcending back down the hallway.

He called out for her name, but his voice only echoed in the void. She was no longer there. So far long, at one with the stars her beauty forming an unmapped constellation that they could not pinpoint the days they spent endless nights under the sibylline moon.

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A/N: ahh, it took me a while to try find a fitting trope for Yeosang. Initially I planned miscommunication but it’s such a bad trope that I thought, I need to do my man Yeosang justice. Feels a bit patchy, what do you guys think? May end up editing soon.

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[jessamine-rose]

♫ ♪ ⊱ .⋅ Aoede ⋅. ⊰ ♪ ♫

Once upon a time, @diodellet and I joked about Singer! Reader x Stan! Pierro as the modern AU of my Yandere! Pierro fics. Fast forward to the present, I have applied my clown makeup ꒰(•́⍜•̀)꒱

Tw:: YANDERE, unhealthy relationships, toxic stan culture, stalking, kidnapping, drugging

♡ 1.7k words under the cut ♡

♡ So how did someone like Pierro become your no#1 stan? Even in his youth, he considers himself above such reprobate theatrics. But that all changes during a rough period in his life when he hears you calling out to his soul in the middle of a busy street.

♡ In actuality, you are an ordinary busker. Hypnotized by your music, Pierro stays for the remainder of your performance. You are like a beacon of hope that sprung out of nowhere, with your angelic voice and uplifting lyrics. And you’ve clearly noticed him because you cheerfully thank him after your last song.

How could he describe the solace evoked by your music? He feels calm, invigorated.

“Your performance was utterly enchanting,” is all he tells you.

He takes a few bills out of his wallet, but you quickly pack away your tip box.

“Thank you,” you reply, a bright smile on your face. “Your smile was the best payment I could’ve asked for!”

♡ Since then, whenever he visits that area, Pierro looks for you to no avail. You’ve completely vanished, leaving him to question whether you were truly some guardian angel. Then one day, out of nowhere, he hears your voice again on the radio. The familiar song is followed by your official introduction as an up-and-coming artist.

♡ As it turns out, you were scouted by an agency!! Pierro had miraculously attended your last street performance, and now he can listen to your music anytime. Your debut album is worth the purchase; it has the same divine melody…minus your presence. And so, against his better judgment, he attends your first official concert.

♡ Your second performance is just as life-changing. Onstage, illuminated by the heavenly lights, you successfully mesmerize the entire audience including Pierro. From afar, you look ethereal, dreamy, charismatic…and he also finds you pretty. Very pretty, like a god who descended from the skies to share their gift of song with the world.

♡ Pierro is not blind to the parasocial nature of your relationship. Regardless, he listens to your new albums religiously, sends you elegantly-penned fanmail, and attends a few more concerts and fan meetings. Unlike your “hopelessly degenerate” fans, he greets you in a calm, serious manner and doesn’t prolong his turn with you. His gaze is rather intense in photos, however.

♡ There is also the dark side of his adoration. Constant thoughts about you, endless loops of your songs, the urge to hunt down your undeserving stans, a suppressed desire to bridge the distance between the two of you. It is no wonder that as your career comes crashing down, so does his entire world.

♡ It isn’t your fault, of course. The paparazzi, the media’s criticisms, your exploitative agency and toxic fanbase…he sees how it takes a toll on you over the years. You can fool the entire world with a false smile, but he sees the growing dimness in your eyes. After another leaked hospital visit, your agency announces the termination of your contract.

♡ Your remaining fans are devastated, but not so much as Pierro. Yet despite his despair, a cruel part of him revels in it. He buys your discounted merch at clearance sales and writes more heartfelt letters until your agency stops forwarding your fanmail. He no longer has to share you with the world.

♡ That being said, he has no time to grieve your downfall. Stagnation would be an insult to your legacy, and now he can fully devote himself to his work. So he accepts a job offer from the Tsaritsa, moves to Snezhnaya, and establishes the Fatui.

♡ Fast forward a few decades, he has built a new life for himself. The Fatui is now a powerful organization, prestigious on paper and feared in the black market. Meanwhile, you have been reduced to an old name in music history, forgotten in favor of new talent. And while his obsession survives in personal playlists and merch collections, Pierro refuses to waste time searching for you. Rather, you return to his life on your own.

♡ He is simply browsing the drugstore when a stranger bumps into him. Just as he is about to brush off the accident, Pierro hears their apology and whirls around. It’s you, standing in front of him, this time without stanchions or bodyguards.

♡ His first thought is that you’ve changed. Older appearance, plain clothes, a quiet voice. No one else would believe that you were once a lively singer with the power to charm hundreds of people. If anything, you are the one staring at him with awe and respect.

♡ Your nervous “Do I know you?” is what snaps him out of his thoughts. Pierro quickly denies it, and your relieved expression only confirms your identity. He accepts your apology, walks past you, and observes you from a distance. Sure enough, it’s all there from your telltale mannerisms to the snack preferences memorized from magazine interviews.

♡ …Your tired disposition and purchased medications also aren’t lost on him. After following you to your apartment, he drives back to his office and enlists the Fatui in gaining intel. Within days, he catches up on your post-musician life. You laid low, moved to Snezhnaya, joined a company which lets you work from home. What a pitiful fate.

♡ Another crucial fact is that you no longer recognize him. While that stings, Pierro understands—he, too, has changed over the years, with his fine suits and dignified attitude. Actually, he could use this to his advantage. With his elevated status and the dissolution of your professional boundaries, he can entertain what was once a foolish dream.

♡ You begin to run into him everywhere—in the drugstore, the grocery, your favorite cafe. Your encounters soon evolve into brief conversations then casual dates. With each reunion, Pierro falls deeper into his obsession. Who knew that the real, imperfect you was this enchanting?

♡ Courtship aside, it’s also natural that he seeks justice for you. The companies which exploited you? Exposed for their crimes against other celebrities. Your old song favored by the YouTube algorithm? Instantly hit with copyright strike, along with your remaining legacy. Even your official channel gets hacked and deleted. In other words, Pierro gatekept his idol

♡ From your end, you don’t suspect anything. Sure, you do question your frequent run-ins until Pierro claims that the Fatui opened a new office in your area. And despite your disbelief when he formally asks you out—him, the director of the Fatui?!—you accept out of mutual attraction. You haven’t had a close companion in years, and he makes you happy.

♡ Sure, he is vague about his life before the Fatui but that’s fine, right? You’ve only started dating and he respects your own secrecy. You’re still hesitant to reveal your previous identity, given your slandered reputation. Your saving grace is that Pierro seemingly doesn’t know your stage persona at all, a rare trait for those from your generation.

♡ A few weeks into your relationship, you are invited to his home. His estate is palatial, heavily guarded, distanced from the city. And Pierro is nothing short of a perfect host as he shows you around, allowing you to admire his private art collections from Snezhnaya and Khaenri’ah. In your current state, you’ve never felt more out of place.

♡ After a few glasses of wine, you head to the bathroom. While Pierro gave you directions, he didn’t specify which door it was. Which is how you discover what seems to be a storage room for more paintings and art pieces. Oops, time to close—is that your face?

♡ Shakily, you turn on the lights. All four walls are covered in framed posters—your posters from the height of your career. The display cases hold your old merch such as vintage albums, T-shirts, accessories, fragrances, photos and magazine articles, every relic of your past. What is all of this?

♡ The answer is a familiar letter set on the table. The handwriting, the name on the envelope, the wax seal with a four-pointed star…doesn’t this belong to one of your devoted fans? You only look away when a shadow engulfs you; it’s Pierro standing in the doorway.

“Careful now, this is my most prized collection. What a shame, my surprise has been ruined.”

♡ Despite his serious expression, his gaze is absolutely terrifying. You can’t even panic before you are suddenly overtaken by drowsiness. Your vision blurs; you lose your balance; you nearly collapse if not for Pierro catching you. You can only weakly flail in his arms as he carries you to his room. The last thing you hear is his gentle humming, a familiar melody which lulls you to sleep.

♡ It was wise of him to serve the drugged wine early. With you unconscious, Pierro can proceed to the next phase of his plan. This time, he enters your apartment where Fatui employees are already packing your things. He personally sifts through the items in your bedroom and finds your old singer memorabilia stashed in your closet.

♡ Dusty instruments, crumpled sheet music, awards…and your fanmail. He feels a twinge of warmth upon finding his letters compiled in their own box; the others are burned with his lighter. See, he was truly superior to your other stans. You clearly cherished his every word over their insincere ramblings, and now he can directly profess his undying love for you.

♡ When he returns to his estate, you’re still unconscious. That is when Pierro finally allows himself to smile, caress your face, envision your new life together. He has it all planned out—a shared bed, a new wardrobe fit for a house-spouse, a wedding for when you’re more docile. You belong to him and no one else.

♡ …He does know that to hear you sing again is a wistful delusion. Your passion for music is gone; your voice has been altered by age and unuse; and you’d probably reject such a request from him. But that’s perfectly fine. You already saved him once, so allow him to repay the favor.

♡

If you liked this post, pls consider reading Disjecta Membra and Chess Piece linked above!! And don't ask me wtf I was on to make Pierro, of all characters, a celebrity stan bc idk either. I hope y’all enjoyed this :'>

Tag a Pierro enjoyer!! @frogchiro @kocherry @nicebonescomrades @mnemosyneechan @thescribeoflostmemories @victoria1676 @artiifex @pierroswife @fluffy-koalala @leftdestiny-posts @ansy-tea @oofasleep @elysiasfiance @frostedclementine

[taldigi]

What is the FC: Faerie Festival Arc?

I was catching up on Komi-san AND playing the new poke DLC and was kinda lamenting how like, where I live- we don't really have culture celebrations like some other places do. We have farmers markets and harvest festivals but nothing as culturally poignant as some of what they have (not just japan, other countries too)

Sooo I thought it might be fun to have a little festival specific to this story! Very geared to the faeries established presence- so i did some light research- stuff like festival foods and traditional clothing--!!

"Wouldn't it be wise for Ladybug and Chat Noir to keep an eye on a faerie festival?" Marinette asked, arms folded and leaning back in her chair, prompting a sour look from Felix. "It would be wise for them to stay away from the event entirely." He remarked, "TsuTec hardly has a clean reputation. It could be a trap." "Actually." Alina grinned, strained, as she grabbed both their arms and forced them into a huddle, "It would be wise for Marinette and Felix to accept their very good friend Kagami's very generous offer." The trio looked over their shoulders, as Kagami stood akwardly, a wet look peeking out from behind her bangs. Marinette and Felix wilted with guilt, as they cast a glance at each other.

So some preface if you aren't aware: TsuTec's main role in the story is developing something known as Faeglass, which is refined, pressed Faerie Dust harvested from Faeries. The thing about Faeglass is that it's gorgeous. Anything made with Faeglass is mildly addictive and very alluring. The QuaMii toys (in-universe Tamagatchi) were a trial run of using the glass to make things, and have been wildly successful- almost everyone has one. Fury/Richard Sphinx invested in the project, and now has a partnership with TsuTec to develop new Slot Machines for his casino using this Faeglass- rendering an already addictive activity doubley so. A side effect/double edged sword element of the Faeglass is that Faeries can "infest" the glass, taking it over and hiding within it.

Anyway, the gist of the festival is that it's a new thing developed by TsuTec to further market and strengthen their brand, disguised as a "Faerie Festival". Here, they sell masks infused with the glass/dust that line up with their QuaMii characters, and paired up with food, music, games, and culminating an odd event known as the Faemoon.

The Faemoon It's a new thing that started happening since the Faewild was cracked open (by Tsutec, to harvest Faerie Dust) and faeries started inhibiting the real world. The moon turns pink at roughly 11-Midnight, and at this time, and a bit before and after, the faeries- overloaded with magic -start getting rambunctious and a little silly. The more you fight against it (scolding, trying to silence them, ect) the more chaotic it is. But if you play along and have fun, the event goes smoothly. It happens once every few months, but the festival happens only once a year, when the Faemoon is at it's strongest.

So the masks themselves, like I said, are themed after popular cartoon/Tsutec characters. You get to purchase one based on what QuaMii you have (if you have & show one, you get a mild discount, which in conjunction with the faeglass/dusting means everyone has one at the festival) however, the Faemoon/Faeglass combo means that the power boost+infestation event means that during the Faemoon, the faeries can temporarily override the personality of the mask wearer (if worn on the face, not on their head. For story/visual clarity reasons.) In fact, St. Claude is possessed by Mimic for the majority of this "arc" because he doesn't really have a strong willpower + Mimic is very very intense.

The mains are influenced or can be posessed, but unlike Mimic; Tikki, Plagg, and the other main Faeries do genuinely love their chosen and don't abuse that trust by doing anything heinous. Tikki and Plagg (in Mar and Felix' bodies) dance together, and the masks mimic a smooch at the end by bopping noses. (i am not immune to Plikki)

Null is drained by the faemoon/would rather not challenge faeries when they are at their fullest, wildest power- and chooses to stay away from the event. Which is why the event is ultimately safe for the protags, even if they themselves don't know it. Also, the masks are worn by multiple people- lots of people have black cats and red puppies/ladybugs and bees and such, the protags do not have unique masks... except Kagami. She has a wholly unique mask and QuaMii toy. (Felix too, technically, but his is a prototype of a popularly retailed one, and Marinettes is modified/customized after she broke hers.) Which means that the even is just fun for them (because the characters deserve to have fun.)

Not to say that the festival doesn't have ulterior motives. The event drew a lot of wishmakers, and so it drew a lot of faeries- who shed a lot of Faerie Dust due to the moon, ultimately causing the event to be a successful harvest method for TsuTec, who also gathered a census via the mask distro. The mains, fortunately, accidentally avoided this census, because Kagami invited them and gave them their masks personally.

Ultimately, there isn't a "set story" for what happens during the festival, it's sort of freeform for whatever stories I might want to tell with it/worldbuilding event- like the Plikki dance or the Mimic!Claude thing. (and also having fun designing outfits and masks!)

[simplyadragon]

Her calling au (idk why most my thoghts come this late, I'm trying so hard to spell bc i dont have auto correct)

While plucking at a guitar, Juleka asks Corporal if they can sing and they just shake their head no. Their both sitting on the roof of the boat (is that possible? Its possible in my head). Corporal is crisscross inches from the edge and Juleka has her legs dangling off the edge. She nods a lil and asks if they play. Once again they shake their head no.

"Here."

They looked up at her confused as she pushed the instrument into their hands.

"H-" Their voice was harsh on their own ears from disuse. Still, they looked to her and asked, "How..?"

"Just pluck anything." Juleka shifted closer, watching them glance between their fingers in confusion.

Their first pluck was loud and unsteady, the next less so and so on untill they settled on a waltz-like rhythm bouncing between the two middle strings. They weren't sure how the other hand worked so the stayed with open strings.

Juleka chuckled, causing them to stop and look up. They weren't sure what happened but she smiled and whisper a small encouragement. If they didn't notice her get closer earlier, they did now. They continued their lil beat and Juleka hummed along with a melody they almost recognized.

(I just realized i still gotta shower and already typed this out so I cant come back later but you know the song 'rises the moon', thats what imm thing Juleka humms cause in my head it fits. I haven't written anything other than essays in months so this is the best i could force out of my brain at midnight. Gnight/mornin)

Chloe pre using the miraculous will always have lost dog energy

she's doing her best and the fact that juleka is there helps more than you'd think

[hexagonalhavoc]

Forrest Family 

Platonic Leshy + Subordinates 

Reader is always gn unless stated otherwise 

[Author’s Note: I totally forgot I had this blog 😭 basically in this au Leshy and all of his subordinates exist in the real world. Y/n gets two loving families in this and I am considering making several parts of this au because you don’t meet everyone in this oneshot]

[⚠️Small mentions of death but no one actually dies, reader almost drowns but is okay in the end]

     No one could ignore the sound of a crying baby, not even the strange entities that resided within the woods. 

The Trader was the one who found you wedged between a car seat and pieces of dented metal. The car must have fell from the mountain roads. Miraculously, there was not a single scratch on your tiny body. There were two figures in the front row seats but The Trader could hardly see them through the rubble. 

The only thing she can see is the fussy baby strapped in a car seat. The car seat had a name sewed onto the top of the fabric. “Y/n…” She mumbles tentatively.

Assuming that your parents didn’t survive the crash, she scooped you up into her arms and took you to the heart of the forest where the Scrybe of Beasts lived along with his subordinates. The entities in this forest had questionable morals but even they knew that a baby couldn’t be left to die. They couldn’t leave the forest and there were no campsites to drop you off safely so the only option they had was to raise you. 

Not everyone was open to the idea but you ended up winning their hearts quickly. 

What they didn’t know was that your parents were alive, simply knocked out from the harsh collision. They were lucky enough to have cellphone service and were able to call for help. They were fine with injuries that could easily be treated. The worse wounds your parents suffered was when they found out their child wasn’t in the backseat. Your car seat was found unbuckled but you were too young to know how to free yourself and even if you did you wouldn’t be able to go very far with your limited mobility. 

A mystery like this was all over the news as the grieving parents dealt with interviews and interrogations that only rubbed salt in the wound. Despite this tragedy, your parents were able to work through it and stay together. 

Seven years later you were found by an explorer in the woods who found you feeding seeds to the small creatures of the woodlands. Seeing this child alone and away from civilization, they left the woods with you and called the police. That day you were safely returned to your biological family but your forest family had lost you. They knew that this was a good thing and that is why they let you go despite being close enough to see what was happening.

As much as they loved you, you needed to be with people, with your original family. That night the woods was quiet. It was void of any joyful giggles and the little pitter patter of you running around playing games.

When you were found no one expected you to be in such good condition. The clothes on your back kept you warm and your nails were neatly clipped. You even knew how to read, write, speak, and do some simple math. Everyone was grateful that you were safe and sound but everyone was curious as to how a child could be in such good condition despite being in the woods for seven years. 

You couldn’t have gotten this way by yourself meaning that someone took care of you. When you were asked about who you were with in this woods you told people everything. 

You told them about your three uncles: The goofy one who had a cute dog and was always looking for gold, the one who always fished and taught you not to be scared of the water, and the one who frequently set up traps in the forest that would hum melodies that lulled you to sleep. Then you told them about your aunt who had a peculiar hairstyle who loved card games. You even told them about your two older siblings, Luke and Kaycee who resembled two people who went missing in the same forest you spent your years in. 

The last person they heard about was your Forest Father who you described to be a man with animal legs covered in twigs and leaves. He watched over everyone and loved to play games in his cabin.

Despite being unnerved, most people brushed it off as you having an active imagination. These people had to exist but surely they didn’t have the inhuman features you spoke of. The people who raised you were a mystery to everyone but with you found safe the case was closed and you were now going to live a normal life with the family you should have always been with. 

You ended up living in a good home and reconnecting with your parents as well as making friends. Then you grew up into a healthy adult with a job and a small place. 

Yet you still remembered your forest family, that’s why you were here. 

You knew if you told anyone, especially your family they would freak out so this was something you did without telling anyone. You aren’t sure why but lately the mystery behind your forest family happened to be eating away at you. You wondered if they truly looked so strange or if you just didn’t remember things correctly because you were a child. 

You needed answers for yourself and thus you’re in the forest where you spent a chunk of your childhood. Despite it being so long ago, you still knew how to walk these trails. The smell of the dirt and ferns was comforting to you. Even if you didn’t find the people you were looking for it was still nice to be here. The family you remember might not even be in the woods anymore.

Then you spotted something that made you freeze. You took a step back and then crouched down to look at it. It almost looked like a statue of a frog made with metal and screws. You tapped its head and its shape suddenly changed into a bear trap which you made stumble back in alarm. Dirt coated the trap and there wasn’t a single speck of rust which means that this trap has to be new! And if it is that means that your forest family was still here! You remember how your uncle Trapper would make these strange looking frog traps to lure in animals.

With a newfound sense of determination you continued onward. You wondered how your forrest family would react when they saw you again. You hope that they’re as nice as you remember them being. You hope they want to see you. 

It wasn’t very long until you faced another obstacle in your path, a body of water that stretched out across the land. It would take too long to find where the water stops. If you wanted to continue on your best bet would be to cross the water. You looked down into the water but you couldn’t gage how deep it was, the water was too murky. You would just have to take a chance, you were a strong swimmer though so you should be okay if the water is deep. 

You walk to the edge, looking at your own reflection as you tried to hype yourself up. You had gone so far that there was no point in turning back. It was just a little bit of water. 

One foot cautiously dips into the water. It doesn’t seem that deep! With more confidence, your other foot submerges itself in the water and sinks slightly under the mud. You begin to wade in the water, taking things one step at a time. At least the current isn’t very strong. 

You’re halfway across but with your next step, the ground seemingly disappears under you. In an instant, your head is swept beneath the water. You don’t have enough time to take a breath and your limbs flail around as you try to swim but your backpack weights you down. In your panic the only thing you do is thrash around like an animal as the dirty water gets in your nose and eyes. You don’t even consider that your backpack is the one keeping you trapped within the water.

Just when you think it’s hopeless, you feel something tugging you up by your shirt and in a flash you’re back above the water. You let out a few coughs as you rubbed the dirt out of your eyes. When your vision cleared you looked up at the one who had saved you. It was a large man with a fishing rod in his with a comically large fishing hook on it. You look at the man’s green tinted skin and the fins on his head with disbelief. He looked exactly how you remembered. 

“Uncle Angler!” You were the first to break the little staring match you two were having. Despite being cold and tired you stood up and hugged him. “Y/n Fish.” His voice lacked any inflection but you still knew how to read him even after all these years and you knew he was happy to see you too given the way his arms engulfed you. It was a strange hug but he made you feel safe and secure. 

After a few moments both of you take a step back but you’re still looking up at him with a smile. “I’m so glad to see you! Do you know where the others are?” 

“We’re close. I can lead.” He says as he picks up a few buckets of fish to take with him. You go to grab one in order to help you out but he gives you a look. The Angler doesn’t want you carrying such a heavy bucket after going through so much. His pace is slow which makes him easier to keep up with. He’s as big as you remember but also just as gentle. You don’t mind walking back with him in silence. The Angler had always been a man of few words and as a kid you two would sit together and fish in silence which taught you remarkable of patience. 

The walk isn’t too long but you’re still exhausted. It was a long drive to get here, and then a long walk, and then almost becoming a meal for The Angler’s great whites. But it’s all worth it, especially when you see the figure in the clearing. Some would find him scary. He’s a tall figure whose body is adorned with plant life. A deer-like leg kicks at the dirt behind him. He holds an old fashioned camera in his hands. 

As you and The Angler approach he looks over at the direction where he hears the snapping of twigs and dry leaves. Both of you stare each other. His eyes becoming luminous orange spirals as he comprehends what he’s seeing. And in a moment, both of you run at each other. Your backpack is discarded to the ground without another thought and whatever Leshy was going to take a picture of is long forgotten. 

His limbs are lanky but incredibly strong. You feel like a child again being held like this. You rest your head against his shoulder and inhale the familiar scent of greenery that never withered or decayed. 

“You came back.” He whispers those words faintly but you still hear them. You knew that this might be emotional and yet you’re overwhelmed by your feelings in the best way possible. 

“Of course I did.” Your breathing is shaking but you still let out a small laugh. “You’re all my family too and I’ll always want you guys to be apart of my life.” You wipe your nose on your sleeve and sniffle. 

This feels like the greatest thing that could ever happen, to have two families who love and care for you even if it’s in different ways. 

It’s saddening that you can’t allow your biological family to meet your forrest family but you’re happy to have them both. You’re happy to live a boring, technology filled civilian life as well an exciting one in the woods filled with magic and mystery. 

You have the best of both worlds.

[silentmagi]

Bad Publicity AU: Ryuuko & Melodie in "Escalation"

Listen, the plan may have gone slightly off course, however it was nothing that the two teenage vigilantes couldn't handle, just so long as no one told...

Hiiiiii Ladybugs...

The Stories Untold

If you want to write one of these, please just link me

[thefcguy]

Thomas Astruc Newest Interview:

Thomas Astruc and Zag recently had an interview which they talked about things from season 6 specials and so on…

I am not 100% sure how official they are, so, don’t take this 100% seriously.

Spoilers below:

1- Vesperia isn’t forgotten by the writters.

They said that she hasn’t appeared in any posters yet because her model isn’t complete, and that she is important, and that the team does care about her…

(Wow, the team cares about Zoe/Vesperia? The girl that they added in season 4 and threw under the bus the moment they got rid of Queen Bee? The girl that didn’t even get a Kitty Noir transformation? The girl whose plot in Representation about getting a girlfriend that I forgot the name was deleted due to the runtime? Keep telling your lies, Astruc… keep telling your lies…).

(No, I don’t agree with the hate she gets. I like Zoe. But Astruc saying he cares about her, even after all he did is a bit… annoying to me).

2- The Japan Special is the next one:

They haven’t confirmed anything, but, since Zag said that Lady Tiger will be very important, cause she will be their first hero with cancer, and that we will meet her very soon, it’s very clear that this teasing indicates Japan special is next. And Rio Special is forgotten once again (wow, as a Brazillian, “thanks”, Thomas).

(I am also worried about how they will handle cancer, considering they didn’t even make what Rose’s sickness clear).

3- Samg won’t be returning:

Yeah, that’s it. Their lost work is the London Special. The artstyle will change, and they will try to keep the animating on France only due to the leaks.

4- Season 6 will be filled with hints that the audience will look with new eyes on Season 7:

They said that, once we start seeing season 7, out view on season 6 will change completely, and that these hints will be bombastic.

(right, they are “very good” with foreshadowing. And by “foreshadowing” I mean either blatant teasing for future events, or retcons).

5- They are considering a Live Action for Miraculous… again:

They said they still need to rethink and see if their budget can handle it… I hope not, it would be probably really bad with bad CGI.

6- Other Magical Creatures:

They said that there probably are other magical creatures besides kwamis and renlings out there.

(wow, we barely know 10% of the kwamis that exist, and they want to create more magical creature. I will just say I hate when people create more and more elements before flashing out their older ones. It’s lazy, it leaves many questions open and, summing up, just not nice).

7- The reason why Lila has become a villain and wants the miraculi was already revealed:

They said that they have already left enough hints to why Lila has become the new Hawk Moth, it’s just that we, the audience, didn’t pay enough attention to it.

(I wonder this time what will be the retcon. Lila is as old as Master Fu and is a rebel from the Order of Guardians? She is Manon from the future? Either way, I doubt it will be convincing. Except if it is that she is an orphan that wants her parents back).

8- Thomas Astruc already created many miraculous AUs:

Yeah, even the show’s own creator likes to make AUs about it. His favorite one is where Ladybug is similar to Sailor Moon and she leads her own super hero team. In this AU, there is also no romance.

(I wonder if any of his AUs are better than the canon he writes).

9- The Melody Movie I back on production I guess:

Zag explained about the movie synopsis, which is about a girl needing to learn how to trust herself with the power of music (yes, it’s pretty generic), and the main character will be voiced by Katy Perry.

10- Chloe will be back:

And no, she won’t be getting a redemption. Astruc said that they try to write their characters on a logical way, so that they are consistent. And, no matter how hard they try, they found no way of Chloe regretting her actions and be like “Oh, Marinette, I was so mean to you!”, so, it doesn’t matter what he wants, it’s Chloe’s fault she doesn’t want to get better…

(I am not even a Chloe stan and this angers me beyond relief. First, they try to write their characters with consistence. WHEN? ‘Kagami’s friendship with Lila, Felix’s redemption, the whole amok plot, anything related to Lila on season 5, the fact they changed why Marinette broke up with Luka, the concept of the bee’ are anything but consistent. And say that Chloe can’t get a redemption? There are many ways for a character to get a redemption. Amity and Hunter from Owl House, Peridot and Lapis from SU, Sasha from Amphibia, and Zuko from Avatar all got a redemption. If you guys don’t want to give her a redemption, fine, but don’t try this whole “she can’t”, she is a character! And you guys are writing her!)

(Also, bringing Chloe back? I though you guys were trying to break the formula with the season 5’s wish, not go back to it).

11- The Story will change:

Not because of a reboot or anything, they just want to make it more serious and gradual.

(No comments here).

12- The Team has ideas for how 12 series of miraculous would be like:

They know for sure the 6, 7, 8 and 9 arc, and are also still unsure of what to do with the opening.

(12 seasons… when shows like Steven Universe gets 5, the Owl House gets 3, and many others get only 1).

13- Andre will get a redemption arc:

Thomas said that, unlike Chloe, he clearly wants to change, and the scene in Collution was a big character point for him. They also want to, someway, somehow, tell about his and Gabriel’s backstory someday.

14- Fun Facts:

The Supreme (the bad guy from Shadybug’s universe), will make a comeback at the series; Zoe’s crush at Marinette was due to love at first sight at the bakery (I think this is cute); the writers love Rolland because he was inspired by Thomas grandfather (and Simplifier is their favorite episode due to this fact); Akumatized!Marinette is a possibility; the writing for season 6 is at is peak, and a better version of season 5 (wonder which criminal boy will be redeemed and which girl won’t get the same treatment and be sent to live with her abusive parent).

15- The whole story we saw until now is only 5% of all he showed Zag when he pitched the show:

You heard that right, miraculous has still 95% of stories to give to us.

(I know that Superheroes usually have many arcs and stories they face, but that’s mostly because they are usually on comic format. I am not sure if it’s worth telling so many stories in a cartoon series).

Now, I leave to my miraculous mutuals @natedogx15 @nerd-chocolate and @artzychic27

to share their opinions. They might even change my mind for season 6.

[beezonia]

A kricketune symphony

Another Miraculous Mons au drabble for adrino week day 1!

Adrien and Nino find and care for a bunch of kricketune’s and Nino makes some glorious music with them!

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Santalune City always calmed Nino, maybe because it’s where he started his journey. Maybe it’s because of the sweet music he makes when he visits.

He couldn’t help it, the routes that surrounded the smaller city were just filled to the brim with pokèmon that loved music as much as he did!

Today wasn’t any different, he and his boyfriend Adrien had decided to take a walk on route 3, and ended up taking a detour when Nino himself had picked up sounds of a pokemon cry.

"You can hear that too right?"

The blonde next to him hums in response, a way to let Nino knows he's been listening but doesn't want to talk.

So Nino follows his instincts, his inner melody tells him to find out what's wrong and see if he can make it right.

Which leads them to the situation their in now.

Watching a herd of Kricketune make music like some sort of orchestra, and Nino was absolutely loving it! After all the teen did loved watching how different pokemon made their own types of music.

"Are you seeing this! A Kricketune orchestra, this is so awesome dude!"

Adrien smiles at him, it's fond the blonde did love watching him in his own element too.

"I see it, go make your music Nino! I'll be here watching and cheering you on."

It's followed by a peck on the cheek, making Nino smile even brighter as he goes to fulfil another life long dream.

The upbeat melody, followed by a sharp rhythm. Notes filling the forest with a certain liveliness. Once Nino has got his decks set up, he joins the Kricketune his music merges with the violin like sounds that come from the pokemon themselves.

Adrien thinks it sounds like something you'd hear when you're at your happiest. This is what he wants to be surrounded with for the rest of his life, Nino and his passion, the melodies they make coming together and embracing the blonde like a warm hug.

Adrien wants to hear the Kircketune orchestra play on and on forever, wants to watch his beloved smile and play his heart's song on repeat.

He wants to stay with Nino forever. Wants to listen to the music of life with the boy he loves and their Pokémon of course.

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This is all over the place but I hope you like it nevertheless!

Happy adrino week, I adore them and pokemon so I mushed the two together!

[loremaster]

me: ok i need to use my time wisely and edit some of these scans so i can--

also me: NDA BAND AU HEADCANONS GO

yakou: guitar (chords) + vocals. was used to being just a sad lonely man with a beat-up acoustic guitar, busking at the subway for minimal tips... until he put up a flyer and miraculously got himself a ragtag family of musicians to play along with. usually plays electric guitar for power chords (fills out the sound nicely) but will switch back to acoustic sometimes. he's got a good idea of what kind of sound works in the industry, and doesn't want the band to go down the same path of failure that he did as a solo artist... but his ideas can be a little outdated sometimes. these bright young musicians help open his eyes to the possibilities of what music can be. .....imagine if mr shue from glee wasn't a rapper or a creep no never mind i can't deny it any longer. he WOULD try rapping (and be bad at it)

desuhiko: guitar (lead). wants to do vocals too, but has to earn his mic privileges back after an awkward onstage confession to a certain reporter (and subsequent public rejection). his smaller fingers can't handle the same chord fingerings that yakou can (no matter how much he tells you otherwise) BUT he's real good with those fast licks and bright high-pitched melodies. he's CONSTANTLY practicing and coming up with new song ideas... which would be great if yakou wasn't constantly getting rickrolled at 5am

fubuki: the drummer!!! she keeps the time!!!! completely untrained, can't read sheet music, can't tell a sharp from a flat, but she's got powerful instincts (her internal sense of tempo is unmatched). as such, the language yakou has to use to direct her is a bit different than anyone else. think kronk in the kitchen. if he wants a slow latin 4/4, he'll tell her something like "gimme a smooth elevator ride with lots of clave" and she's got it!!

vivia: bassist. comes from an orchestral background but got fed up with the concert rigamarole. most of his classical music references are lost on the group. he's got an electric bass that he brings with him, but he keeps his concert bass at the studio because it's too heavy to lug around. he can often be found - you guessed it - sleeping inside the case with his arms crossed like a vampire. as the band's bass player he's usually more subdued, content to drone on in the background, but when he pops off, he POPS OFFFFFF

halara: keyboard. absolute fucking wizard who can sightread anything you put in front of them. classical etudes, jazz standards, pop hits, you name it. halara has a big ego and usually does not want to show up to practice, because they know they can nail any performance the night of (and they'd be right... if it wasn't a team effort). if you asked them why they chose to play piano you'd get an answer about something like demonstrating precision and skill, but the real answer is that keyboard cat has been living in their head rent free for... *checks youtube* 16 years

yuma: the roadie!!!! he's yakou's assistant who runs around venues flagging down stage managers, grabbing coffees, printing sheet music, etc. anytime the gang wants him to get on stage, he always denies any claims of musical talent, but one time desuhiko handed him a saxophone and forced him to play Run Away With Me and he did it perfectly the first try. what's up with this kid?

the band is called the Nocturnal Detectives and they get calls from people looking for actual detectives all the time