#Ninette ( threads )

[coffeebanana]

WIP GAME

Starting a new thread, but figured since now I've been tagged twice in this today (thank you @seas-of-silver and @saiikavon!!) I can no longer avoid it 😂 Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips. (You can make your own post or reblog this one!)  I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? Dnd campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!! Okay, I'm not playing properly, since I've definitely played this game before, and I'm terrible at deciding what counts as a WIP. Plus there are a handful I've already started posting, and for those I don't have much new to say. So this is a group of newer WIPs and/or ones I kind of want to be asked about.

ladrien h/c

Quiet

tropes akuma

Waiting - Angsty Ladrien

Ladrien Bar Fic

ninette

Memory Loss Fic

ladynoir only one bed

practice kissing -- (imma be real i don't have much on this one, but someone should motivate me to write it anyways)

djwifi december -- (look, i know it's not december anymore. but still, ask me about my ideas. i had 3! at least 2 of them should see the light of day eveeeentually)

[redacted], cologne, cinnamon pumpkin -- (NSFW, and yes i actually wrote [redacted] in the doc title in case i'm ever working on fics in public and someone sees the title😂)

Anyone who wants to participate in this is welcome to! I won't be tagging people because I feel like most of the people who I'd tag will have done this before as well ahahaha.

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[cheeseeatingtrashmonster]

AO3 profile tag game

Tagged by @miraculouspaon! I’m really enjoying seeing your answers to these things and doing them myself :D

AO3 name(s): steampunkcircus

Fandom(s): Currently just ml, but I’m working on some Cloak and Dagger and The Adventure Zone so those might... some day... go up?

Number of fics: 19

Fic you spent the most time on: I’m going to say Be My Lois Lane because I do intend to go back and finish it, and I started it last year.

Fic you spent the least amount of time on: Mud Puddles took surprisingly little time to write. Ninette is just too sweet, the characters did all the work for me!

Longest fic: Patrol Is Better With You at 46,637 words (eep!)

Shortest fic: If He Lived is 994 words. It’s a companion piece to Through the Looking Glass of a scene I just couldn’t throw away from an early draft where Gabriel on Earth 2 didn’t die before the two Nathalies switched places.

Most hits: Patrol Is Better With You. I’m not surprised. Well, now I’m not surprised. While I was writing it, I was. I guess I didn’t realize how many people like ladynoir over other sides of the love square?

Most kudos: Sunshine and Shadows (Lukadrien June)! I loved writing this one :D

Most comment threads: Patrol Is Better With You by a long shot

Fave fic you wrote: To no one’s surprise, it’s Who Said That Every Wish. I love Nelix, I love that I finally managed to draft, edit, and then post a complete fic, and as if you couldn’t tell I worked through some stuff writing it.

Fic you want to rewrite/expand on: Who Said That Every Wish has a drafted sequel just waiting for me to edit it. And an almost-done drafted prequel covering some of Nathalie and Mama Agreste in their hero days and some of the events in the year or so before WSTEW, mostly around Nathalie and Nino. And I have a rough idea for a sequel to the sequel. And a handful of oneshots. I just... it’s my favorite of the universes I’ve made.

Share a bit of your WIP or share a story idea that you’re planning: From the next chapter of Sweet and Sour Secrets

"Chloe, Princess, did you know about this unpleasantness with the street cleaners? One of them just called my personal- Chloe?"

Chloe and Marinette turned to see Mayor Bourgeois in the doorway.

"Daddy!" Chloe screeched, "you know I don't like it when you forget to knock before you come in my room!"

"Chloe, are you..." He looked back and forth between the two girls. "Is this... are you dating?"

Chloe stood and pulled Marinette to her feet. She held her hand and walked across the room (which felt like miles) to stand before her father.

"Daddy, Marinette is my girlfriend."

Tagging: @little-red-alchemist-of-doom @knoxursoxoffpenwriter69 and any other writer who wants to do this. it’s past midnight, I dont remember anything right now lol

[darkskysinger-shigure]

@zero-to-pointfive requested a thread with Haruka!

Haruka has been up before the sun. He’s exhausted. Still, he doesn’t want to go back to sleep. Instead, he makes a run to the local bakery. Might as well get breakfast if he’s going to be up. 

While there, he buys extra donuts on a whim. Might as well stop by the Kirisame-Katsaros home and give them some. Even though most of them are out of the house at the time. Whatever. Ninette should be home.

Haruka knocks on the door and waits.

[galina-ulanova]

The Royal Ballet and the Mariinsky are two of the world’s finest classical companies, yet different in so many ways.  The Mariinsky was formed in the 1740s and The Royal Ballet came into being two centuries later.  There is, however, an important thread that links the two companies.  Shortly after The Royal Ballet was formed, Ninette de Valois invited Vladimir Stepanov to mount ballets for the fledgling company using the  choreographic notation he had taken out of St Petersburg after the 1917 revolution.  In this way, Petipa came to London.

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[matchaball]

ninette + 6?

6. On a sunny Tuesday afternoon, the late sunlight glowing in your hair (angel au) (inspired by this)

Nino hears her, in the static.

He can’t remember a time when he didn’t, just as he can’t remember a time when he was never around music. Something was always playing: the tv, a lullaby, a recording. It is there, in the white noise or the pauses between notes where the vibrations stretched themselves through the air, that he hears her. It presses into his mind like a hum, and colours flicker before his eyes as music plays around him.

Synesthesia, his parents called it, but Nino’s not sure that’s entirely it. But he can’t explain this hazy presence that flickers in his peripherals, so he doesn’t try. He’s less concerned, and more curious.

She sounds like music, and feels like a friend.

The first time Nino tinkers around on a piano, he can practically feel the air lighten around him as notes sing from his fingers. Something moves through him like laughter and spills out of his hands like inspiration. He chases after the music, after her, and by the time he can finally let go of the frequency he finds her in, his hands are cramped and his fingers ache.

Nino hardly notices. His hands are forever busy, tinkering with the radio or tuning up his violin or learning how to mix on the launchpad his parents give him. He practices, experiments, and thrives.

But he only sees her a handful of times after that first memorable experience. The old, giant, clunky radio from his grandfather works most consistently in catching an afterimage, at best, of her along the different frequencies. Nino thinks he hears something like wings beating as static softly crackles, like feathers rustling.

“What do you find, in music?” is a question he is asked once, in an interview.

There is a mic and a camera in his face, but he glances beyond them to the cables running along the ground. Electricity hums, and he can almost see her out of the corner of his eye.

“I don’t know,” Nino answers. “I’m still looking.”

And as long as he plays, he won’t stop searching. He constantly fiddles and experiments and pushes his instruments and his music to unknown territories, earning him success in everything but what- or who- he’s wanting most.

But if Nino’s learned anything from finding that delicate space between notes to listen to, it’s patience. There is no need to chase, when she has always been with him, as a muse, a comfort, a friend.

It is a Tuesday, when it all changes.

Nino puts the finishing touches of his latest song and runs it on loop, letting it fill the open space of his studio. Vibrations run along the floor as the bass hums, and vibrate through the air as the music builds.

There is something different, to this piece. It pulls his heart out of his chest and leaves him aching, vulnerable, tender. He puts a little of himself in each piece of music, but this feels like his soul played out along his heartstrings.

And there, somewhere in the frequency of his longing, he sees her. Sunlight sinks into her hair, turns it gold, and dresses her in something soft, ephemeral. The outline of her is blurred with static, like he’s looking at her without his glasses, but the detail in her face is sharp enough to burn permanently in his memory. Dust motes sparkle in the light, lighting her cheekbones with constellations of freckles.

And her eyes- the blue of them reminds him of clear summer skies, perfect and eternal.

When she leans over and kisses him, there is warmth, and the taste of something like apples, of something like divinity. It makes his breath catch in his throat, this tiny hint of an ancestral memory deep within him.

“I love you,” Nino realizes, dazed, into the sunlight of her.

“I know,” she smiles, and it is radiant. She gestures to his workstation, where his music continues to play even now. Where his music has always played, since the very beginning. “I have always known.”

And it’s true; every bit of music he’s ever made has been a love letter to her. Always, to her.

“What is this song called?” she asks.

There was none. He created this piece from the fabric of pure inspiration and the thread of intense longing and hope unraveling his heart- but the moment she asks, a name sings in his mind.

“Marinette,” Nino whispers.

“I have such a lovely name,” Marinette laughs, the sound jubilant and gold in the late afternoon sun. “Hello, Nino. It is so very good to love you at last.”

[seasonofthegeek]

Ninette Week, Day 5: Love of the Arts

Marinette clicked the link, determined. She was delighted to find it was only an eight-step process to become a DJ. She would be impressing Nino in no time.

Step One: Learn What DJs Actually Do. Using Nino as a template, she knew that DJs did -- hmmm, what did he call it? Oh, that’s right! -- track-sequencing, beatmatching, and a lot of head bobbing while delicately holding one large headphone up to a slightly tilted head. She could definitely do the head bobbing thing and the other stuff probably wasn’t too hard.

Step Two: Determine Why You Want to DJ. Marinette thought for a moment. She hadn’t cared much about being a DJ before. Was it silly to do something just because a cute boy was into it? Did it make a difference if said boy was really, really cute?

Step Three: Test The Waters. Okay, so she could create a mix on her computer and play it for Alya. Easy peasy. Alya would definitely be honest with her...maybe too honest...Adrien, she would play it for Adrien. He was too sweet not to like it...or he definitely wouldn’t tell her if he didn’t. Not that it should be a problem since she would definitely be a natural DJ.

Step Four: Learn Basic Skills. That made sense. It was just like with sewing. She had to learn how to thread and do a basic stitch before she was actually creating anything wearable. The basic skills weren’t listed here but it was probably pretty simple stuff like push play and tilt your head just so for this highest coolness factor.

Step Five: Break Out of the Box. This was a little...vague. Marinette worried at her bottom lip. Since she had never done any mixing before, anything would be out of the box for her. She nodded to herself in reassurance. Check!

Step Six: Record a Mix (Tell a Story). Well, of course she was going to record a mix. That was the whole point of this little exercise. She wanted to show Nino she was interested in the things he was interested in. She loved the way his eyes lit up when he talked about music. 

Step Seven: Build a Following (Brand Yourself). Marinette frowned. Perhaps she could skip this step. She only cared about Nino being impressed with her DJ skills anyway.

Step Eight: Hustle (Put In Your Time). Time?! She didn’t have time! She wanted to impress Nino now! What was she going to do? At this rate, she’d never--

“Hey, Marinette.” Nino slid into the empty seat beside her with an easy smile. 

“Nino, hi!” Marinette beamed at him.

“What are you looking at?” He leaned forward to read her screen. Marinette scrambled to minimize it before he could see but he sat back and chuckled. “I didn’t realize you wanted to be a DJ, Mari.”

“I, um...you see...” She sighed and dropped her head. “I was trying to impress you,” she mumbled.

“Really?”

Marinette dared a glance at him. His face was lit up like Christmas. “A little,” she admitted.

“Do you actually want to know how to be a DJ?”

“I wanted us to have something to talk about.”

“What are you doing after school?” he asked.

She blinked. “I don’t have any plans.”

“Now you do. Come with me to my favorite record store. We can listen to some music, maybe grab a coffee, talk about DJing or sewing or anything really,” Nino smiled. 

“I would love that.”