#fleur-de-jasmin-fdj writes

[fleur-de-jasmin-fdj]

Other Timeline

Chat Blanc sat humming on the Montparnasse Tower in the dead silence as he has done everyday for the last couple of months.

The quiet was interrupted by a groan. He knew who it was. "Welcome back, bug," he welcomed. She, of course, wasn’t his Ladybug. He have cataclysmed the Ladybug from his timeline. She isn’t there anymore. He still missed her warm hugs, soft voice, and the feeling of her hand in his. Even though this Ladybug who visited from time to time reminded him of his mistake, he was glad she was there.

"Hey, Chat," she returned his greeting, sitting beside him a frown on her face. 

He sighed. He knew that face.  "Again?" 

"Yeah, again.." 

For @blancweek.

Read on Ao3.

[fleur-de-jasmin-fdj]

Thanks for the tag!!!

AO3

"I never want to risk harming anyone ever again. Least of all you," he said, placing his miraculous at her side of the sewer.

He betrayed her. He hurt someone. He was dangerous. She deserves a better partner. She deserves a partner she can fully trust and Plagg deserves a better holder who can control the power of destruction better than him.

He dashed out before he was engulfed by a weight from behind. He fell with whatever was on top of him to the ground. Opening his eyes he came face to face with his very good friend, a wide eyed Marinette who was mere inches away from his face.

"Marinette?" he murmured. What was she doing here? He thought he was alone with- "Ladybug. Your ladybug," he breathed, astounded.

"A-adrien? Your Chat Noir?" she asked, suprised.

"Yeah.." he was the one who broke her trust. The one who ruined their perfect partnership. The one who-

"Don't you dare leave me!" she commanded, interrupting his train of thought while she frantically wiped her tears.

He was suprised, she didn't want him to leave? Even after all he has done. He turned the American heros against them and left Paris in ruins. He felt tears stream down his cheeks.

"Y-you want me to stay?" he asked in disbelief.

"Of course!!" she shouted, "your my partner and I wouldn't rather have anyone else by my side."

She didn't want him to leave, even after he almost cataclysmed her if Uncanny Valley hadn't stepped in the way. Yet here she is telling him that.

"You still want me as your partner?" he asked in disbelief.

"Yes!! I could never be Ladybug without you. We have done mistakes, but who didn't? We just have to learn from them. I still trust you with my life, maybe even more than before, chaton. It's you and me against the world," she answered, raising a fist bump.

He stared at her in awe. Just when he thought he couldn't love her more, he was proven wrong...again.

"As always."

I am tagging @rimi-lekak @miraculakwami627 @adrienthechatnoir @nerdypanda3126 (no pressure, you don't have to do) and anyone who wants to participate

Alternate endings...

This is a tag game! I’m sure everyone has their own alternate ending to what would happen if Marinette hadn’t just let Adrien go after renouncing Plagg. So each person write your own ending and tag 1 other miraculous writer! Good luck!

“I never want to risk harming anyone ever again. Least of all you.” Adrien apologized. Placing his ring on the ground in Marinette’s view. 

Marinette felt so betrayed. How could he do that, let alone renounce Plagg. She heard the scuffling of his shoes as he tried to run away from her out of shame. But she couldn’t let him go, not like this.

“Tikki spots on!” She yelled hearling herself in front of him. As she landed she lowered her transformation. It was only fair that her partner know her identity since finding out his was inevitable without the mask.

“Chat I won’t loose y-.” Marinette bickered but as she finally came through and saw who was in front of her she nearly fell in the sewage. Adrien caught her, their faces were but inches away.

Marinette squealed and jumped up.

“Adrien!” she spluttered. 

“M-Marinette! Your my ladybug.” he uttered blinking multiple times to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.

“Yes but not that now. You can’t leave me. You can’t!” she screamed, pointing at him as tears flowed down her face.

Adrien face softened.

“I would never… m’lady.” he smiled.

“W-What?” she marvelled.

“That’s right Marinette. You and me against the world… m’lady.” he leaned in and kissed her hand.

“Alright. But don’t you ever do that to me again!” She accused.

“I would never.” he answered offering his fist forward, “pound it?”

“Pound it!” She beamed.

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[macaronsforchat]

Hi, amazing writer! Do you have any tips on how to write? I think I want to get into writing

ahhh thank you for the compliment! and I’m so excited for you! sorry for the late reply 💕

I’m not too sure how to put all my thoughts into words, but I think one of the most important things is to write for yourself! If you’re writing because others want you to or are pressuring you, then you won’t enjoy the end product or the process of writing either.

Write about what you love and what you want to write (or read) about! A lot of things I’ve written have come from scenarios I’d love to see play out on the screen or something that I’d love to read in general.

Writing is also something that you learn and get better at with time, so don’t be afraid to practice! And always remember that not everything you write has to be completely perfect or perfectly edited or anything like that.

thank you for reaching out to me! these are some of the most important things that have helped me along my writing journey, but if you ever want more tips, feel free to ask! 💕

good luck!! ❤️❤️

[drethanramslay]

A Christmas Miracle

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x MC (Leah Garcia)

Word Count: 1650 words

Masterlist

Warnings: None, its fluffy 🥰

Author’s note: Woah its been a while since I have posted and I truly apologize for the lack of content on my side🙈 But here I am, completely in my feels because its Christmas!! Merry Chrysler y’all. I hope you like this fic💓

I have decided to take part in @choicesweeklychallenge​ and the prompt is in bold-  “Merry Christmas, here's your gift.”

I am also taking part in @choicesdecemberchallenge and the prompt is Christmas

Song: I was listening to 80′s/ 90′s Christmas songs so you can do that as well

"Leah?"

Ethan's deep voice reverberated down the hallway as he placed his car keys in the funky bowl he had mixed feelings about.

"It will add some colour to our bare house, E." She had said as she patted his arm but all Ethan wanted to do was throw the abomination into the bay.

It was one of Leah's impulsive purchases in the local flea market which Ethan absolutely hated. While the vendor said it was some form of abstract art, it looked like a mangled kidney. At one point it may resemble a bowl but right now, the neon colours just made Ethan's head ache and itch to trash it.

It's better to ask for forgiveness than permission, right?

"Ethan? I am in the living room." Her lovely voice floated towards him as he hung his coat on the hook and sighed as the warmth of the central heating engulfed him in a bubble of warmth and comfort.

Leah was busy setting up the moderate-sized Christmas tree they had near the gigantic windows through which moonlight poured in. The in-built fireplace was raring with a lovely fire, which cast dancing shadows all around their house- a comfortable and large place with plenty of sunshine and tranquility. It was located a little further away from the hustle and bustle of the city but at the same time, it was a mere ten-minute drive to the hospital.

Ethan found the house adequately decorated and was a perfectly acceptable accommodation but according to Leah, it was dull and in dire need of life. But sadly, the long strenuous shifts at the hospital didn’t give them much time to paint the walls or add Leah’s collection of trinkets.

But it has just been six months since we have shifted. I could always take her to IKEA during the three days off for Christmas.

As he walked in and took his beanie and gloves, he noticed that she was wearing his sweater and socks, which caused his lips to twitch with an amused smile.

"You stole my socks this time?"

She turned around and shot him an innocent shrug, an impish smile on her lips. "They are so much more comfier than mine."

He shook his head as he placed his messenger bag in its place. "At the rate you are stealing my clothes, I won't have anything to wear."

She answered without turning towards him. “You say it like it is a bad thing.”

Ethan rolled his eyes and replied, sarcasm lacing his baritone voice. “You would enjoy that, won’t you?”

She turned and placed a hand on her hip and shifted her weight to her right leg. “I take this no clothes policy at home very seriously. You should start doing that soon my dearest husband.”

He chuckled lowly as he headed towards his wife.

His wife... He still couldn't get over the immense joy he felt when he addressed her that. The day when she said yes to be his, was one of the best days of his life. It was not a very big ceremony, only close friends and family had been invited. It was a mesmerizing, joyous and magical day which he could never forget.

The sheer contentment he felt when he looked at the gold band on his ring finger was a reminder of how their souls were intertwined forever and there was nothing which could compare to the rush of emotions he felt.

He placed his large hands on her waist and turned her towards him. She complied and looked up. A radiant smile made its way on her face which caused an onslaught of butterflies in the pit of his stomach. There won't be a day when he won't feel those butterflies when she smiled at him that way.

He reached to cup her warm cheek causing her to involuntarily shiver. "You are cold Ethan," She chattered.

"Care to warm me up?" He asked with a sly smirk playing on his lips.

Immediately Leah lifted to her tiptoes and Ethan bent down so that their lips could meet. It was a sweet kiss of passion, a million loving thoughts condensed into a moment.

She pulled back and her hands reached into his brunette locks and combed her fingers through them. "Now that you are here, can you help me with decorating the place?"

"You want to decorate the place? Isn't the tree enough?"

"Just putting on a Christmas tree and slapping some decorations isn't enough! We need to put up stockings, presents under the tree, streamers, candle-"

"Sunshine... That is way too much."

"No, it's not. It's not like we are lacking place in this dry and bare living room-"

"Minimalistic living is an important lifestyle!"

“No, it is a boring lifestyle. I have told you we need to add more colour-”

They bickered back and forth before coming to a compromise which consisted of setting up the tree, the stockings and a few candles here and there.

Ethan grumbled as he placed a red bauble on one of the branches. 90’s Christmas songs were blasting through the speakers to which Leah sang as she hung three stockings above the fireplace with Ethan, Jenner and her names on it. He stepped to the side, out of Leah’s way as she shuffled in with the fairy lights and a gigantic star.

Jenner was in a very merry mood as well. She followed Leah with what seemed as starry eyes, yipping and providing her input every now and then. As Leah wrapped the tree with fairy lights, Ethan stood on the side and watched the entire scene unfold, a smile on his lips.

The way their small family worked together... Made his heart burst with gratitude, happiness and love.

"E, could you help me put the star on top of the tree?"

Ethan was going to follow through but in the last moment, he lifted Leah, causing her to yelp. "Ethan!"

"What? I am helping you."

She shot him a dry look as she placed the star on top. "You think you are very smooth?"

"Only for you, love."

A gentle blush decorated her face as she awkwardly coughed and straightened the invisible wrinkles on his- their sweater.

I should make her flustered more often.

"Uhh… Do you want your gift now? I mean it's already twelve and technically it's Christmas." Leah asked, her eyes glittering like the inky night sky, an undertone of excitement shining like stars.

Ethan cocked an eyebrow, equal parts intrigued and wary. He nodded his head and Leah skipped towards the dining table as if eagerness provided a boost in her step. She reached for a paper bag with snowflakes printed on it and walked back towards Ethan.

“You might want to sit down for this.”

Uncertainty coloured his features as he took his place on the comfortable couch. “Leah… what is going on?”

“Merry Christmas, here's your gift. Open it,” She handed the bag to him and Ethan stuck his hand inside to find his gift. His fingers brushed against a smooth cloth which he clutched and pulled out so that he could scrutinize it better under the bright light of the room.

“Relax my dad is a doctor…” He read it slowly, his heart thundering against his chest, threatening to leap out as the realization set in.

“Sunshine…?” He looked up to see small tears on the edge of Leah’s beautiful chocolate brown eyes.

“Yes.”

“I am going to be a dad?” He asked, disbelief laced as he held the onesie against his chest. He looked at her face then her stomach.

“Yes, Ethan.”

“We are going to be parents?”

Leah chuckled as happy tears slipped down her face. She nodded her head. “Yes, Ethan. We are going to be parents.”

In a split of a second, Leah was pulled into a crushing hug and spun, causing her to laugh and wrap her arms around his neck. “Ethan!!”

“Leah, we are going to be parents.” Ethan whispered to her as he set her down and gazed lovingly into those familiar earthy hues which had come to be his safe place- his home. Leah cupped his cheek. “Yes, E. We would be some bomb ass parents.”

He placed his hand on her lower abdomen, a grin on his face. “I don’t know what that means but I trust it means well. When did you know?”

Leah smiled lovingly and placed her hand over his. “I found out two weeks ago when I had been late for my period. I had a hunch since I had been feeling sicker than usual. I took a blood test and lo and behold.”

“Did you already do the ultrasound?”

“Nope, I was waiting to tell you so that we could go together, tomorrow morning- well technically today-” Leah continued to babble when Ethan interrupted her.

“Leah?”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up.”

Ethan placed a chaste kiss on her lips, trying to convey all the emotions he was feeling. All the babbling thoughts on Leah’s mind died immediately as his lips engulfed hers in a passionate embrace. He rested his forehead against hers, his arms still around her. “Thank you so much, Leah… I am so blessed to have you and our little creation. I love you.”

“I love you too Ethan. I am so excited to start this new chapter in our lives together. I can’t wait to tell our family and friends.”

“Your dad is going to kill me.”

“Nah, he won’t”

“Well, I would for our daughter.”

“Ethan... we don’t know if it is a girl. For all, we know it could be a boy.”

“It is a fifty-fifty chance and I have a good feeling it is going to be a girl, sunshine. Can’t wait to spoil all my three girls.” Jenner barked in agreeance in the background causing them to laugh.

And for the rest of the night, they celebrated their Christmas miracle in each other’s arms.

I hope you liked it and it certainly was uncharted territory for me to write married AU😅 

Love you all and season’s greetings

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[art-the-f-up]

Miraculous Spy AU

“Silver” part3 because the last part was too long so it was 1 and 2 both. (I absolutely did not accidentally write part three on the cover page and felt lazy to change it.)

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The next part will be uploaded soon, because it’s there in the files and my hand won’t stop itching til I post it. (funny story I didn’t upload for a long time because I went into depression because the file that had the whole part somehow vanished and it was nowhere not even in the recycle bin and I cried and remade it heartlessly hahaha forgive me for these horrible drawings *sobs*)

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[writtenbyrain]

Check in tag!

Thanks for tagging me, @druidx! :)

1. Why did you choose your url?

Well, Rain is my online name, and I write so... tada!

2. Any sideblogs? If you have them name them and why you have them?

Yes! This is my main blog but I also have a personal sideblog (random reblogs for funsies and interests and whatnot) and a music side blog that I am not so active on anymore. I do miss it sometimes. I made it when I was in high school and entering college as a music major.

Personal: @cm-mas

Music: @sopranoandthealtoclef

3. How long have you’ve been on tumblr?

Since 2010, so about 11 years, now... which is still hard to believe sometimes.

4. Do you have a queue tag?

Nah, I either hit reblog now or go radio silent later.

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?

I joined Tumblr back when I was a teenager. Initially I actually did join to genuinely blog and write about life, but obviously my experience of Tumblr and the intent behind my blogs has morphed over time with the growth of both my personal life and the platform itself.

6. Why did you choose your icon?

Because I love the Miraculous fandom and who doesn’t stan Marinette with her hair down?

7. Why did you choose your header?

It’s a photo of a sunset I took right before I left my last town. Honestly, I just thought it was lovely, so why not, right?

8. What’s your post with the most notes?

Definitely something from my music blog, and not this one!

9. How many mutuals do you have?

I have... no idea. Is there even a place to check that number?

10. How many followers do you have?

That’s classified information.

11. How many people do you follow?

[REDACTED]

12. Have you ever made a shitpost?

Every post could be a shit post with the wrong right attitude

13. How often do you use tumblr each day?

Oh God, I don’t even know lol. Multiple times a day every day, but I don’t time myself when I just open the app here and there while at work.

14. Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? Who won?

I think when I was a teen I tried to call somebody out for a personal story of theirs about an interaction manatee that sounded fake, based on how they’re protected in my state. But then they contacted me and I felt like a huge jerk (which I was) and I apologized because who am I to say what did or didn’t happen?

15. How do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

There’s no need to senselessly pressure those around you.

16. Do you like tag games?

Oh, I do! I can sometimes be genuinely terrible about following through with them but I love the friendship and fun behind them.

17. Do you like ask games?

I like those, as well!

18. Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

I genuinely have no idea. But whether or not someone is Tumblr famous doesn’t matter to me, so long as we’re nice to each other.

19. Do I have a crush on a mutual?

No, though I do have mutuals who are such wonderful, wonderful people and deserve all the love in the world!

20. Tags?

Sure! How about @inimoo @coccinelle-et-chaton @fleur-de-jasmin-fdj @holst-note @odysseywritings @sweaters-and-rainy-days  @ayzrules and whoever else would like to join in!

[cloudshapedpatch]

In The Diary of Alya (Part 39)

A continuous fic for LadyNoir July 2020 (yikes)

Day 39: Hair  ~  First  ~  Previous  ~  Next 

or! read this chapter on ao3 or start from the beginning

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Well, I think I really should tell Marinette that I know she’s Ladybug. Like really soon. After I was done with my homework, I video called her to see what was up with Adrien and she got super defensive. She kept saying that the thing with “the other guy” (her parents were right downstairs, ofc she wouldn’t outright say Chat Noir) wasn’t working out, but I saw them last night walking down the streets holding hands!

I’ve actually gotten a few emails from other people, with photos of LadyNoir walking the streets. I’ve been telling them that I’m aware, but I haven’t gotten the chance to speak with them to see if it was ok to report on, but they’re getting restless. I’m gonna have to make an official report about it soon, or else they’ll take their info to the other news stations, and my credibility will tank. 

And Marinette loved the manicotti I brought her! She was super excited to have it, said she hadn’t had any since her uncle came to visit. Oops. I forgot it’s a Chinese dish, not a German dish. Glad I had only mentioned that to you, diary! In any case, she really enjoyed it. 

And she had her hair down! I reminded her how pretty she looks, because if I’m being totally honest, she is killer!! Her pigtails are cute, but leaving her hair down frames her face so good, and she’d look a little more mature.

I’ll have to get Marinette and Adrien together soon to talk to them about an official superhero scoop. And apologize. 

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[fleur-pixi]

Caffeine Buzz - Ch. 2

Chapter 2: Blind date

This is a continued Coffeenette fan fic/role play. It will have many more parts to come. Participants: @pixigirl and @fleur-de-jasmin-fdj

Context: Pre-reveal, Adrien has met coffeenette before but is only just learning how it all works for her.

Marinette

(adrien) = Adrien

Plain text = Adrien

RR= Alya

N: Nino

() = actions

----=scenes/times

**=thoughts

----during lunch time at school------

Nino: Soooooo… Adrien you know how you like Marinette??????

Yeah?

You didn’t tell her did you?!?

N: Of course not.

Good, what were you gonna say?

N: So I kinda maybe told Alya though, surprise!

You did what!!?

Ninooooooooo (whining)

Whyyyyyy!!?!?!

N: Because she’s best friends with Marinette and so we kinda set you up

N: On a… Blind…Date! Tomorrow!

A date with Marinette?!?! Yes, then we can start dating and get married and have 3 kids and a pet hamster!

N: Calm down man. It’s only one date, you still have to make her as in love with you as you are with her.

True

But what if I mess up and she hates me and if I trip on her and send her to the hospital!

N: Trust me you’ll be fine. I’ll just make sure that Alya gives Mari coffee beforehand and that your on the bottom floor, then no one will end up in the hospital.

Ok thanks, bro.

N: No problem, It will be great, I promise.

Okay.

 -----cut to Mari’s room afterschool-----

Oh, hey Alya!

RR: Hey Mari.

Can you do something for me?

Sure. What’s up?

RR: I need you to go to a café and have brunch there.

Ok, but why?

RR: because I want you to meet someone

Who?

RR: My lips are sealed. I don’t want to ruin the surprise.

Surprise? Alya what are you thinking…?

RR: Just have brunch with the someone.

Fine but I can’t guarantee I will have had enough coffee by then.

RR: Don’t worry I will get you coffee before you go meet that someone.

Mmm k but I make no promises, I can’t without the otherside’s input.

RR: Yay, Ok gotta go, its gonna be great…

--Mari walks in Adrien is already there and sees the back of his head--

-song is playing in the background of the cafe-

https://open.spotify.com/track/7eJMfftS33KTjuF7lTsMCx?si=AK1uBSDhSdir8roLuLCYXw

(Adrien) (whispering) stay cool stay cool stay cool

Hi how are y-

Adrien?

(Adrien) Marinette!

Umm hi. What's Happening?

(Adrien) I-I have been told to come here and meet you so we can have brunch together

(stands up and pulls back a chair and gestures for her to sit)

Ok then

I thought I was going on some kind of blind date?

(Adrien) it is

I mean

I don't know

(a little shocked)

(Adrien)(pulls her chair in and rushes over to his seat)

Sure so... Brunch

(Adrien) yeah..

what are you going to have? (gestures to the menu)

Mmm milkshake and pancakes I think. I'm feeling sweet

(Adrien) ok, I am having waffles and a chocolate milkshake

Mmm yummy

(Adrien) (smiles and blushes at how cute she is)

-Half way through the date-

(Adrien) have you been designing anything lately?

A little here and there I designed a mask recently.

(Adrien) that's great.

*I need to talk to plagg. What other topics there is to talk about?*

(stands up) excuse me mari, I will go to the restroom for a moment (goes to the restroom)

*That's weird*

Oh no the buzz it's wearing off (writes I'm sorry on a piece of paper so she remembers and writes a miniture letter to say how truely sorry she is for what she knows will come next)

Coffee please! (orders)

(comes back) sorry if I took too long (sits down)

Uh what are you doing back and without coffee, I thought you promised you would bring joy each day. We made a deal.

(looks around) and it's bottom floor.

I brought coffee today morning at school

And you want to sit upstairs?

No, no I suppose I can always go and find Lila

Why do you want to find Lila?

Not enough.

I could order some now

No matter. I have organised joy for myself.

Ok

what are you still doing here?

Ummm.... hanging out with you?

Oh yes a blind date you said it was

*plagg didn't warn me about any of this*

Y-yeah. You look pretty today! (yells unexpectadly loudly)

ok then... Mmmm well not to worry. Marinette won't remember any of this anyway. Not unless we make a deal.

What's the deal?

But I don't see why we need one. I've already got access to coffee so I have no use for you.

That means you don't want me to get you coffee at school?

No! I mean no. But right now I see no reason she would remember this, so you being awkward won't matter.

Cause you will have fun?

I doubt it

Anyway she doesn't remember my experiences

Why doesn't she?

Haven't those disbelievers taught you any thing

I don't know the science

The only thing she remembers is the deals and especially what she is getting for them

What if I got you coffee pancakes?

But what do you want in exchange and which location because I demand that I have windows or at least heights

In exchange I want to have fun with you. We could go hangout somewhere.

Mmm this may be achievable. But how many pancakes?

As much as you want

Deal

Yay

But pancakes first, fun later

Ok

How much do you want

It depends how many cups of coffee will follow

As much as you wish

Wow you are really desperate to make Marinette like you. 

Of course your my...friend

(face palm) you are going to have to try harder than that.

What can I do?

Ask her. She obviously cares for you. But keep bringing coffee and I might convince her subconscious.

Ok I will bring coffee for you

Good man

Now how many pancakes do you want?

3 seems enough

-some time later-

(finishes pancakes)

Let's get take away coffee and go to the Seine

2 shots though. ok?

Ok

You really do like us, don't you. Whatever. The seine it is

Ok let's go

(they both arrive)

What now I'm out of coffee

We sit eat and enjoy our time

Enjoy... how would I without coffee

I think I brought more coffee (gives her one cup)

Oooooooo good. continue the enjoying

Ok

(get out food and places it between them)

(starts eating)

(trying to remember the topics plagg told him about to talk with Marinette about)

So Marinette, what do you think of Ladybug and Chat Noir?

They are great partners.

Yeah they are pretty great partners

Ya ha

What have you been up to lately?

Coffee

Other than that?

More coffee

This date

Pushing people out windows. The usual

Pushing people out of windows?

Yes. Like I said the usual

Why do you push people out of windows? I never tried that. Do people usually throw other people out of windows?

I do. So I guess. Because they deserved it. You should really try it some time, it's very therapeutic.

So it's normal to throw people out of windows?

Who knows. No one has ever stopped me.

They've tried

But no one has

That means if I tried throwing Nino out a window everything will be fine?

Why would you do that?

Cause you throw people out windows so I thought it's a normal thing to throw people out windows

Yeah I do, but it's my thing.

Oh ok

Does it hurt being thrown out a window?

I don't know, it's never happened to me. Ask Lila

Ok

(finishes his food)

Do you want to get some ice-cream?

Sure. You know if fun is just drinking coffee and hanging out with you then I think I'm pretty good at it. I may even...like it.

(smiles brightly) that's great, let's go get ice-cream

Ok

(they go get ice-cream)

Its delicious

We should hang out more often

Yes we should.

You do supply joy so I think we are compatible as friends.

[toripar]

tysm for the tag manta (@adrienscroissantx ) 😭

rules: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 8 (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome work!

um i don't have that many stuff but here u go

sapphic juleka

this is one of my favorites, yanno. it just looks cool and i love working with pride flag palettes, and this is the first drawing i did on my phone.

coccinella and maneki neko

this are the sketches for my chlogami ladynoir au, which idk when ill write, but i still love the concept of my designs.... ig

nejiyuyu

tjis a rarepair but they,,,, so cute,,,, this is a redraw of that one scene from the we fell in love in october mv :)))

ryuko

it's pretty neat :) i love the redesign.

kagami in a jumper

created to cater to my gay needs 🥺🤚

coccinella au

i just want chloe and kagami bantering like ladynoir do !! T^T i will comply to this someday 🥺

ryuko *finger guns*

👈🏻👈🏻😉 :D

this is the latest so,, it's better than anything listed above lmfao

ivan & kagami

the request was so specific 😳 I loved it

🏷 tagging [ @rosekasa | @dawritingdragon | @miraculakwami627 | @fleur-de-jasmin-fdj | @sweetmeatdale ]

[pixigirl]

Pass the happy! When you receive this, list 5 things that make you happy and send this to 10 of the most recent people in your notifications!

Awwww thanks @fleur-de-jasmin-fdj

Things that make me happy are:

Puppies

Wonderful asks like this

Art and writing

Chocolate 😋

All the loving people that support me in life

Naturally I've got to give the happy back to you because your such an amazing friend and always comment on my work @fleur-de-jasmin-fdj

Next I'm tagging the other 9 most recents in my notifications

@shananigansofyochana @logo-comics @bladeangelx @literal----trash @alicebrown5xg @mara-jade101 @ellategames @coconatnat @judytrashcan @onceuponawednesday

[fleur-de-jasmin-fdj]

Voice

Ao3

Adrien was walking back to class, after an akuma attack when he heard a voice from the storage room. 

"What am I gonna do? I am stuck in here," the voice said, voice filled with worry. 

It sounded a lot like his partner's voice, Ladybug. He liked listening to her voice, it is sweet and calming but he loved the person using the voice even more.

He approached the door and asked "Ladybug?"

"Chat Noir?" she asked rather than replied. She thinks he is Chat Noir. She is, of course, correct but he isn't Chat Noir at the moment.

Before he could reply, Alya rushed over and interrupted him.

"Hey Adrien, do you know where mari is?" she questioned, brows furrowed in worry

He wondered if Ladybug heard her. He hoped not, she didn't want them to reveal their identities and he respected her wishes.

"Uhh, no I don't know where she is," he answered, rubbing the back of his neck subconsciously.

Alya raised an eyebrow at him in suspicion. "Alright, I just thought she would be with you since you both disappeared at the same time. I should just call her" she told him, opening her phone, pressing Marinette's contact.

As she pressed it, a ringing came from the storage room. But isn't Ladybug in there?

"Marinette?" 

"Adrien?"

[macaronsforchat]

I love your creativity. For the ask thing 1 and 19

thank you!! your support means so much to me! 💕

1. Is there a favorite character or title you enjoy writing for the most?

Well, right now, I love writing for Miraculous Ladybug, of course, and if I had to choose a favorite character, I think it would be Marinette! I overthink like her a lot, and it’s fun to just be silly and write a teenager just having fun. 

19. What is something your readers don’t know that you do?

ooh! interesting! 

hmm. well, i’ll list a few things. 

for one, when i’m outlining what i want to write, i just let all my thoughts out in a big wall of words. literally, i write out stuff like “he’s like and then she’s like” and that’s what I reference while I’m writing! lately, these outlines have been pretty long! i think the longest one I’ve done so far was 1k words and just 👀

for another, i get really excited squeal whenever someone comments or reblogs my writing! it means so much to me that someone cares enough or enjoyed my content enough to reblog or tell me what they thought! every comment means so much to me ❤️❤️

if there’s anything specific that anyone wants to know about me, feel free to ask! 

“ask the writer” asks

[drethanramslay]

Letters of Love and Longing (1)

Book: Open Heart

Pairing: Ethan X F!MC (Leah Garcia)

Letters of Love and Longing masterlist 

Requested by Anon: #1 and #19 (Its in bold)

Year: 1940 Location: Somewhere in France

Dearest Miss Garcia, I must state that I am impressed by your tenacity. I know you swore that you will find me but this soon? I am in awe. You are just so full of surprises that it keeps me guessing.

And I really appreciate that since these days of war just make it harder to hold on to something worth living. Or wake up at dawn to fight in a war where nobody gives a damn about the lads who are barely 20 summers old, that fight for their country. You would think that as a physician, I would be used to seeing the blood and gore but the conditions in which they bring them to my tent... it is harrowing.

But it's the same old stories of War and I don't want to be a drag and cause you unnecessary worry.

I'm all well or rather, as well as I can be.

The days when it gets hard, I reminisce the evening we spent together in that bar by the docks. Donahue's, was it?

How you looked stunning in that beautiful red dress...

Or how you captivated the attention of many men and women alike with your grace...

Or how your aura shone so bright like the sun in a dingy dark place...

Or how you chose plain old me to converse with...

Needless to say that conversation over cheap beer has left me wanting for more. More of your time, more of your laughter, more of your affection.

I know how standoffish I must have seemed and I am terrified that my uptight self may have given you the idea that I am not interested in you.

But the truth is I was so many times on the point of telling you - every evening after I had left you I accused myself and spent half the night awake planning the words in which I would confess when next we met.

I was so enamoured by you that all the logical reasoning and everything I have learnt of the English language fled from my mind the moment you spoke to me.

You are stunning much like a blossoming flower.

Look at me attempting to be a romantic and trying to impress you. Who would have thought that the Dr. Ethan Ramsey is a poet? I apologize in advance.

In my 30 years of living, I haven't felt such intense feelings and it equal parts excites me and terrifies me. What would our second meeting be like? Would you still return the feelings? Do we have a future?

I am not accustomed to this.

Strange, that I should have conquered fear in the front-line, should have lived for days quite calmly with sudden death, and yet should tremble before a girl.

I hear my mates calling me for dinner so alas, I must end this letter. But this won't be the last one. Because even thousands of letter can't encompass the things I wish to tell you.

Attaching to this letter is a single red rose which I found growing on the untouched part of the battlefield. I hope it serves as a reminder of the night we spent under the cold, starry night in Boston. I hope that it reaches you before wilting.

You are in my thoughts, always. I hope you stay well and write soon.

Yours lovingly, Ethan.

And this is the first installment 💕 And this is how i plan to go about the entire ten letters so i hope y’all like it ❤

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tagging the part two in the reblog

[writtenbyrain]

Tagged by @thewritinggrindstone, who is passing along the challenge of saying five things you like about yourself publicly. (Sorry this took so long for me to get around to)

I like my sense of cleanliness and organization. A clean space just feels good to me, it makes me feel a little more put together, and it’s also one of the ways I try to show my love and help my roommates out when they’re low on spoons.

I like my ability to work well under pressure. This skill has helped me with everything, from emergency home situations to restaurant jobs and turning around work assignments in the office at the drop of a hat. It makes me feel useful and competent.

I like my enjoyment of writing. Whether or not someone likes my writing/whether or not my writing is good can always be up for debate, but the fact that I am passionate about it means it’s one of the things in my life that I feel most secure about. Even if I don’t feel I’m doing well, I feel I can trust myself to adapt or learn accordingly without being entirely discouraged — because my love for it is always there.

I like my ability to be firm in one way another for other people. I struggle with providing the same positivity or strength for myself, but the desire to be there for my loved ones is something that allows me to feel courage/confidence for others in a way that I have not yet necessarily learned to turn inward. I want to be there for them as best i can.

I know this doesn’t exactly fall in the same category of personality traits or skills and whatnot, but I like my tattoos. They make me feel more at home in my own body and with myself, and I look forward to getting more soon.

Tagging @ayzrules @merrowbell @alwaysinstoryland @chrwrites @sweaters-and-rainy-days @fleur-de-jasmin-fdj and anybody else who would like to participate

[cloudshapedpatch]

i updated my tag list google form! if you want to be updated in stories i write, make sure to fill this out (masterlist in my pinned post)

tagging my tag list peeps so you can update your answers: @ladyblanche @fleur-de-jasmin-fdj

[re-pixi]

Alternate endings...

This is a tag game! I’m sure everyone has their own alternate ending to what would happen if Marinette hadn’t just let Adrien go after renouncing Plagg. So each person write your own ending and tag 1 other miraculous writer! Good luck!

"I never want to risk harming anyone ever again. Least of all you.” Adrien apologized. Placing his ring on the ground in Marinette’s view. 

Marinette felt so betrayed. How could he do that, let alone renounce Plagg. She heard the scuffling of his shoes as he tried to run away from her out of shame. But she couldn’t let him go, not like this.

“Tikki spots on!” She yelled hearling herself in front of him. As she landed she lowered her transformation. It was only fair that her partner know her identity since finding out his was inevitable without the mask.

“Chat I won’t loose y-.” Marinette bickered but as she finally came through and saw who was in front of her she nearly fell in the sewage. Adrien caught her, their faces were but inches away.

Marinette squealed and jumped up.

“Adrien!” she spluttered. 

“M-Marinette! Your my ladybug.” he uttered blinking multiple times to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.

“Yes but not that now. You can’t leave me. You can’t!” she screamed, pointing at him as tears flowed down her face.

Adrien face softened.

“I would never... m’lady.” he smiled.

“W-What?” she marvelled.

“That’s right Marinette. You and me against the world... m’lady.” he leaned in and kissed her hand.

“Alright. But don’t you ever do that to me again!” She accused.

“I would never.” he answered offering his fist forward, “pound it?”

“Pound it!” She beamed.

I’m tagging @fleur-de-jasmin-fdj