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unmaskedagain · 5 years ago

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Tattered Remains of Broken Dreams (Yours, not Mine)

This is based off a prompt I came across. It’s a one-shot. @virgil-is-a-cutie and @thyladyanput. Hope you two like lit.

The pieces were scattered across her desk. Marinette had known something was up the moment she stepped into the classroom. Everyone had gone quiet. A few had glared at her. Some had snickered. And they all watched as she walked to her desk.

Nathanial had tried to wave her down; shaking his head with sorrow in his eyes. He had gotten there a few minutes before she did.

It took her a few seconds to recognize what the torn pieces of what had been weeks of hard work.

Once she realized what it was, Marinette wondered if it made her a bad person that she wanted to smile. Because while she honestly wanted to feel bad, all she felt was a relief. Like ten tons of weight had just been lifted from her shoulders.

Marinette looked at her desk, pulled out her phone, took a picture, and then sent several texts.

Then she shrugged, tossed the mess into a nearby trashcan, and pulled out a fresh sketchbook.

The other students, the ones who had waited for a reaction, were stunned. Where were the tears? The rage? Anything?

“Don’t you care?” Alya yelled, frustrated with her ex-bestie. “Your sketchbook was destroyed.”

Marinette glanced up at her, “No. A sketchbook was destroyed. My sketchbook with all my worthwhile designs in safely locked away at my house. You all,” She looked around the classroom; memorizing every face. Lila looked particularly bewildered because she had wanted to see the Asian girl cry. “ Destroyed my school sketchbook; the one I use for school-related events designs from various classmates, plans for birthday parties, and the like.”

“But you worked so hard,” Rose said.

Mylene nodded, “You worked in it every day for months.”

“Yeah, it sucks,” Marinette shrugged. “For you.”

That got everyone’s attention.

“What do you mean for us, Dudette?” Nino asked.

Marinette sighed, “The sketchbook was filled with all the projects that were either requested by people in this room or were for people in this room. By destroying it, I can no longer do any of those projects,” She explained. “I did it in my free time. As my main work schedule is full of commission I’m actually being paid for. I don’t have time to redesign or remake those sketches. So I sent texts to Bustier, Luka, and anyone else involved that I can no longer work on their specific project.”

The other students blinked.

Marinette rolled her eyes, “That means I can’t do the costumes for the school play,” Mylene and Sabrina gasped. “No new outfits for Kitty Section.” Rose and the other members of the band got tears in their eyes. “I can’t do the set design for Nino’s next gig.” The boy in questioned paled as he had been counting on Marinette’s design skills to wow the crowd. “The new design layout for the Ladyblog is canceled.” Alya clenched her fists. “The costume for Mylene’s short film is too. I had to back out of the school fundraiser. Let the Coach know I can no longer do any banner work. Or design the new team uniforms.” Alix and Kim’s mouths dropped. “Max’s Game-Con costume is out of the question now.” Max visibly deflated. “Ivan’s mom’s gift for her birthday is out too; pity that dress was so beautiful.” Ivan gasped. “I can plan any birthday parties or make custom cakes. The charity work you wanted my help with, I can’t do. My idea for the school trip to New York city is canceled as all my contacts and trip itinerary ideas are gone. I let Bustier know that I’ll be too busy to be class president so she’ll have to assign someone else the role. The dresses for the school dance you girls requested, I can’t do anymore.” She shrugged again. “Oh well.”

“But, but, Luka!” Juleka cried, worried about how her brother will react.

Rose was crying. So was Mylene.

“Can’t you redo it,” Sabrina asked. “The drama department was counting on us.”

Marinette narrowed her eyes. Us? Sabrina nor anyone else had lifted a finger to help Marinette come up with idea for the costumes for the school play. “Afraid not. There’s not enough time; to resketch everything and then actually make it. I have to focus on the designs I’m being actually being paid for. They come first.”

Alix slammed her hands on the table, “We only did it because you were bullying Lila!”

There were nods.

“Yeah, girl,” Alya said. “We just wanted you to know what being bullied was like. We didn’t know our stuff was in there.”

“First I never bullied Lila,” Marinette said and before anyone could protest, she continued. “Second of all, I was bullied by Chloe for years, why would you think I would ever bully anyone else,” She looked directly at Nino when she asked this. Her childhood friend. His eyes widened and he looked away. “Lastly, why should I go to the trouble and take time out of my already swamped schedule to redesign projects I did for you that you destroyed. The way I see it, it’s your own fault.”

The entire class went silent again. Each mind weighing the consequences of their actions.

“Nathanial,” Marinette said. The redhead boy looked up. “You don’ t have to worry. You paid for your work; it was a commission. It will arrive on schedule; even if I have to work all night for a week to redo it.”

Nathanial’s face lit up, “Thank you, Marc’s going to love it.”

“You’re redoing his work,” Alya screeched. “That’s not fair.”

“I didn’t destroy all her hard work, so yes it is,” Nathaniel snapped back at the girl before Marinette could. “Not only that but I paid for my stuff. Something none of you have ever even offered to do.”

Some of the other students looked ashamed. It was true.

“They were custom made designs,” Marinette explained. “Any other designer would make you pay hundreds for all that works. Thousands, if it was a fully trained professional, right Adrien?”

Adrien swallowed hard. He hadn’t been involved in actively destroying the bluenette’s sketchbook but he hadn’t stopped it either. The blond nodded, “My father would charge a lot. His last custom piece was sold for five grand, and it was just a simple pants suit.”

“What about your mom, Chloe?” Marinette asked the blond who had arrived mere seconds after Marinette and had stayed by the door to watch the fireworks.

Chloe gave the class a vindictive smirk, “For the dresses for the school dance, fifteen hundred dollars apiece; more if she had to hand sow them herself. For the rest of the work, combined, may be less than twenty grand if she cut you a deal. Anyway between ten and fifteen grand when she was still at Marinette’s level. Shame.”

Marinette shook her head, “Fifteen thousand dollars of work you were going to get for free, gone.”

Most of her classmates' faces had drained of color at the price, at realization of how big of a screw up they made. They had no idea just how much work Marinette did.

Lila was seething because it would be too hard to turn this around.

“I’m sorry,” Rose rushed to say. “We’re sorry.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Marinette shrugged. “There’s nothing to do. And now that I know that there are people in this class who can’t keep their hands to themselves, all free commissions are now canceled.” Gasps filled the room. “From now on, if you want some work done; you’ll go to my website and request a consultation like all my other customers. Keep in mind, for custom designs, depending the size of the job, you’ll have to book anywhere between a month and six months in advance. Www.MDC-designs.com.”

Chloe walked to the back of the classroom and sat down next to the Bluenette, “You’re still doing my dress for the dance, though right?”

“Chloe, you did a consult a year early and paid well in advance,” Marinette smiled. “You’re dress is done. You can do your final fitting anytime.”

Miss Bustier walked into class with a smile that quickly turned to a frown at the sight of Marinette, “Oh Marinette, I was so sad when you told me you had to back out of being class president and planning the school trip and, well, so many other things. You had such wonderful ideas. How on earth you got us on the list for a tour of Stark Industries, the Gotham times, Marvel Studios, and Vogue; I’ll never know. It’s a pity that can’t happen now. All canceled, you said?” The teacher shook her head. Totally unaware of the sheer horror her words at unleashed in her students. “It’s a shame about what happened to your sketchbook. Do you have any idea what happened?”

Marinette just leaned back in her chair, “Not a clue.”

That time, she smirked.

The new few weeks were horrible for the students of Miss Bustier’s class. As they all scrambled to design, plan, and actually make/do their own projects.

Sabrina and Mylene had realized quickly they had no designing skills and were forced to tell the drama department that the promised costumes weren’t coming. Aurora, leader of the Drama club, and Marinette s friend had heard about what happened from Nathianal and spread the news to the other club members. Most were artists too and knew they would’ve died if something like that were happening. The ones that weren’t couldn’t believe they had been getting all that for free and a bunch of idiots ruined it.

Alix and Kim found themselves participating in a lot more school fundraisers to raise money for the new uniforms and to pay for all the team trips to the away games.

Luka had been disappointed in his bandmates and his sister and had threatened to go solo.

Alya was forced to do more babysitting to help pay for new website design and a dress for the dance.

Nino had no clue just how hard the set design was. And ended up nearly causing a fire at his gig.

Lila had no clue on where to start for planning a trip as fabulous as the one Bustier made Marinette’s sound.

Birthdays went without cake, had only cheap decorations from the store, and immaculate gift that had come to be expected every year.

The entire class, apart from three, felt the pressure of planning the school dance, fundraising for the field trips, affording their dresses for the dance, on top of all their other many after school activities.

No one would bother to mention just how badly their actual school work suffered; there was barely any time to study for tests or do their homework. Grades dropped. Parents were furious.

Alix nearly lost her spot on the team. Kim did lose his spot until his grades were brought back up. Alya was forced to stop her work with the Ladyblog until her grade improved. Nino’s parents forbid him from doing any more gigs. Mylene’s dad stopped her movie work altogether. Sabrina’s dad just straight up grounded his daughter so she could have time to relax and study when she had the time. Ivan’s mom actually started tutoring him. Max’s grades didn’t drop but his stress levels increased so much his parents pulled him out of all his extracurriculars.

Luka had no choice but to go solo as his bandmates rarely showed up for practice. It was fine, though, Marinette got Jagged to work with him on a demo album. In exchange for a new few new pieces of wardrobe…

For Fang.

It got so bad even the headstrong Alya burst into tears at the pressure one day. The stress was too much. Some kids found themselves constantly being late, never getting enough sleep, and were constantly worried and checking their phone just in case something went wrong And somehow something always went wrong. A few kids started having anxiety attacks. Relationships and friendship suffered as no one had time to talk or spend any time together as foretime was a rarity. Mylene and Ivan broke up. So did Nino and Alya, who got into a fight so bad in front of the school, that Nino left in tears.

Hawkmoth had a field day with it all. Until he started noticing all the akumas came from his son’s class, and that his son was looking too good either. Gabriel Agrest may be a heartless son of a bitch but he wasn’t a complete monster.

…Plus the Akumas were all worthless anyway. Most were sleep akuma who just put people to sleep. A couple was literally dedicated to forcing people to plan their days better. There was an akuma that literally made everyone around them feel less stressful. Ladybug didn’t even bother to show up defeat that one. Hawkmoth just pulled it back eventually.

Marinette watched it all; not with joy or happiness as her classmates' misery, just a sense of relief that for once it wasn’t her. Everyone noticed how Marinette was nearly never late anymore. She glowed with all the sleep she was finally making up. Her grades while never anything less than good improved dramatically. Her parents were happy their daughter was so much more relaxed and happier. It was like she was a new person.

She even found she had more time to not only design stuff for herself but actually make it. Her dress for the school dance was going to be amazing.

…If there was a school dance. With the way, things were going and the miserable looks of her ex-friends face when anyone brought it up, there was a good chance there wouldn’t be one.

A week after Marinette had that thought, the school play was canceled. Some sports teams were forced to forfeit away games due to budgeting issues; losing their number one spot.

It wasn’t long after that Rose came up to Marinette’s lunch table. Chloe and Nathaniel eyed the pixie-cut blond with suspicion.

“I’m sorry,” Rose whispered. “I didn’t know how much you did. How hard you worked. You did so much for us, and we never even realized. You must think we’re monsters.”

Marinette shook her head, “. I still don’t understand why you would do something so horrible as destroying my private property but I think don’t your monsters. Just not very good friends,” She frowned. “Not friends at all, actually”

Rose winced at the truthful words. Now that she didn’t have time to hang off Lila’s every word, it was easy to hear just how ridiculous all her stories were. She nodded, “I requested a consult on your website. Based on your prices, I think I finally enough money for an MDC original dress for the school dance.”

So someone in class could learn. Most of the class still muttered under their breaths whenever Marinette walked by. Not willing to take the blame for their own mistakes. Though she did see Alya casting her pitiful glances every now and then as if Marinette would suddenly take mercy and start doing everything for the class again.

“I’m glad to hear,” Marinette smiled. “I think you’ll look great in a lovely turquoise; really make those eyes pop.”

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k-llama-llama · 4 years ago

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The Break

Stray Kids AU: 9th member

Tori x Stray Kids

Tori tells the boys about her plans.

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“Can I talk to you guys?” Tori asked, coming out of the bedroom.

The boys were all sat on the floor, gathered around the noodles they’d ordered, and they looked up when she entered.

“Sure, what’s up?” Changbin said.

“Is something wrong?” Chan wiped his mouth, looking up in mild concern.

“Everything’s fine.” She reassured him. “I just...need to talk to you guys.”

She’d been trying to figure out the best way to approach the subject, but ultimately realized that there was nothing to be gained from beating around the bush. They needed to focus on their upcoming comeback, and they needed to know that she could be focused on it, no matter what was going on with her solo song.

Felix raised his eyebrows, and she nodded in confirmation.

“So.”She clapped her hands together. “I wrote a song.”

Jisung snorted. “We don’t care, eat.”

Chan slapped his arm. “Of course we care. We should all listen to it tomorrow, and maybe it could be a contender for our next album.”

“Why is her song automatically a contender?” Seungmin asked. “It could be terrible.”

“It probably is.” Jisung nodded.

“We should at least listen to it before we-”

“How about we let Tori finish talking?” Felix cut Hyunjin off, pointing back to where Tori was still waiting.

“Thank you.” Tori smiled at him. “Actually, I wrote the song for me.”

“Just for fun then?” Jeongin tilted his head.

“Oh, or you could do it for a dance cover!” Minho exclaimed. “It would be so cool if that was to a song you had written.”

Tori sighed. “How about we all just stop guessing until after I’m done?”

“Right, sorry.” Hyunjin took another bite of his noodles. “Go on.”

“And talk fast, I want to eat.” Jisung asked.

Tori sighed. “Well, I wrote a song for myself. And I showed it to JYP and he-”

“Why would you show it to JYP? We could just look-” Chan shrunk back from her glare. “Right, go on. I’m listening.”

“I showed it to JYP, and to Rain actually but that’s-”

“You met Rain?”

“Yeah, and he liked it, and he said I should release it.”

“Release it?”

“Yeah. On my own.”

She could see the wheels turning in their heads as they all processed it.

Minho got there first. “Like...a solo debut?”

“Exactly like a solo debut.” Tori nodded.

“But you’d....why would you...” Jeongin fumbled for words. “You’d leave Stray Kids?”

“You’re not allowed to leave!” Jisung exclaimed. “I literally just started to like you.”

Chan stood up quickly, his face pale.

“I’m not leaving.” Tori said quickly. “JYP suggested that but I didn’t want to.”

Chan breathed a sigh of relief. “So what are you doing then? We have a comeback coming up.”

Tori couldn’t help but notice that his voice seemed tense. If she had already told him that she wasn’t going to leave, why would he sound worried about it.

“I wouldn’t start until after our comeback.” Tori told them. “I have a meeting in a few days to go over my ideas for the music video and the choreography, and JYP was going to offer up some b-sides that didn’t make Twice albums for me to add.

“A solo mini album?” Felix exclaimed. She hadn’t told him that bit. “That’s awesome.”

“It is, Tor.” Hyunjin grinned. “I bet it’s going to be amazing.”

“And you’re choreographing it?” Minho asked. “Because I absolutely insist on getting a sneak peek.”

“Yes, a mini album. And yes, I’m choreographing it. I also have like a whole notebook full of concept sketches that I’m going to pitch to them. I’ve been saving up ideas for a while.”

“If you’ve been saving up ideas, why haven’t we heard about them?” Chan asked.

Tori tensed slightly. “I mean....they wouldn’t really fit Stray Kids, so I was just...”

“Saving them for yourself?”

“Yeah, saving one thing for myself. I choreography tons of stuff for Stray Kids, it’s not like I don’t do anything.”

“I know....but why...” Chan swallowed. “Can we talk?”

“Aren’t you talking right now?” Jeongin said, looking worriedly between them.

“Yeah, come on. This is good news, we don’t need to think about the-”

“Sure, let’s talk right now.” Tori crossed her arms. “Come on.”

She turned and marched into the bedroom.

Chan was right behind her, closing the door quietly as he turned to face her.

“It’s not that I’m not happy for you-” He began. “I just....”

“You’re just what? Because it sounded an awful lot like you weren’t happy for me.” Tori sat down on her bed, waiting for his answer.

“I just don’t see why you had to do this right now.” Chan told her. He was keeping his distance, as if afraid that she might bite him if he got too close. “We’re about to have a comeback, you literally just finished promoting with your other group-”

“My other group? It was a special, promotional group, that you told me I could do!”

“I know! And it was fine and it was really good. But why am I just finding out that you and JYP are prepping a solo album, and that it is slated to start going right as we’re getting back into our group activities.”

“I told you it wasn’t going to interfere. Do you not want me to do this?”

“That isn’t the point, I’m just-”

“No, it is the point.” Tori clenched her fist. “Right now, tell me honestly if you want me to do this project.”

Chan opened his mouth, and then closed it again. And then he swallowed and finally mustered the energy to speak. “Fine. No, I don’t want you to do it.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’ve been focused on your own stuff since the Wow Thing promotion last year, and I just think you’ve been....not as involved with the group as you should be.”

Tori felt her heart drop, but more than anything, she found herself getting angry. “How have I not been involved. I choreographed our last two comebacks, I haven’t missed or been late to a practice, I rerecorded like half of our songs to cover new parts. How is that not being involved?”

“You’re just....your attention is elsewhere.”

“I can’t keep having this conversation with you.” Tori shook her head.

“What do you mean?” He demanded.

“I mean....this is the second time you’ve given me permission to do something, and then afterwards you tell me you have a problem with it. And now I have a chance to work on something that I’m really really excited about, and you don’t want me to.”

“You’re still....you’re still learning Tor, you’re still growing with our group. I just think you should work on your skills here first and then, when we’re more senior-”

“I’m still learning? Do I need to remind me that you yelled at me once for trying to write a song.”

“I apologized. You had a song on our next album!”

“Yeah, and I haven’t had one since. And everything I’ve tried to work on, I’ve had to go to Jisung or Changbin for help.”

“That’s because you aren’t working on group songs, and I-”

“I have been learning! I have been practicing, and I’ve been getting better.”

“I just....” Chan pushed his hair back as he searched fro the right words. “I just, no I’m not going to-”

“You better say whatever it is you were about to say.” Tori snapped.

“You’re a dancer. Can’t you just stay a dancer and leave the writing and stuff to the rest of us?” He regretted the words the second they were out of his mouth.

Tori’s mouth dropped open as she recoiled. “How dare you?”

“Tor, what I meant was-”

“No, I’m done having this conversation in private.” She stood quickly, storming past him. She flung open the door to the living room, starting all of the boys who were still waiting.

“Noona, are you okay?”

“Just great, Jeongin.” She crossed her arms, glaring back at Chan as he stepped out of the bedroom. “Chan, why don’t you tell them what you just told me.”

“You’re not being fair.” He protested. “I’m the leader and I have a right to-”

“No, then I will.” She turned back to the others. “Chan just decided to let me know that all of you would probably prefer it if I stopped attempting to write music and just stayed as a dancer.”

“What?” Hyunjin’s eyes widened. “We don’t think that.”

Chan sighed. “I just think that your writing is kind of pulling you away from the group. And since the music you write isn’t necessarily our standard I think that-”

“Our standard?” Tori shouted. “I’m sorry I don’t meet your standards you-”

“Tor, no.” Felix pulled her into a hug, trying to force her to calm down. “It’s not worth it.”

“Um Hyung,” Jisung set his noodles down. “I don’t know how much of Tori’s music you’ve listened to but it’s really good. I don’t know what this standard is, but it might not be Stray Kids style, but it’s good.”

“She’s going to go solo.” Chan repeated.

“She’s going to release a solo album.” Felix said, still rubbing Tori’s back to try and calm her. “JYP offered to let her go fully solo and she wanted to stay with the group.”

“You knew?” Chan glared at him.

“Yeah, he knew.” Tori pulled back, wrapping her arms around himself. “Because I was so excited I had to tell someone. And I was really excited to tell all of you, too.”

“I just don’t think it’s a good idea.” Chan repeated.

“I don’t want to...” Hyunjin looked at the table as he spoke. “I don’t want to get in the middle of things. But Chan, you’re being kind of weird about this. Is there something going on that we don’t know about? Are you guys, back together?”

Chan’s eyes widened, and he glanced at Tori, as if wondering how she was going to cover for them.

She shook her head. “We were. Not anymore.”

“What? Tori, you can’t be-” Chan reached for her. “You can’t be serious. Just because I’m trying to be a leader and-”

“No, because you clearly are so insecure about me leaving this group that you’d let me just throw away an amazing chance!” Tori shouted. “One that I’m really excited about. And that I’m going to do, with or without your permission.”

“You don’t need my permission, you just need-”

“I don’t need your permission, and I don’t need your opinion.” Tori cut him off. “Because I am releasing the solo album.”

“Are you so mad at me that you’re trying to get back at all of us?”

“All of us were excited for her.” Changbin said.

“If Tori says she’s not leaving, she’s not leaving.” Seungmin added. “She can still release side music too.”

Tori stared at Chan.

Somewhere deep down, she’d realized that he wouldn’t be okay with this, but it still hurt. It hurt that he didn’t trust her and it hurt that he didn’t think she was capable of it. But she didn’t know a way to make him understand, and she wasn’t sure she was going to put in the effort, anyways.

“Felix,”She said quietly. “Can I show you some of my concept ideas?”

“Sure.” He rubbed her shoulder.

“Can I see too?” Jeongin asked.

“Sure.” Tori turned, heading into Felix’s bedroom.

Felix disappeared to go grab Tori’s laptop, and Jeongin collected a couple of containers of noodles before following Tori away.

“What the hell just happened?” Chan breathed as the door shut behind them.

“She dumped you because you’re being a jerk.” Changbin held out a pair of chopsticks. “You can only eat if you promise that you two will never date again.”

“Seriously,” Jisung nodded. “It’s such a headache.”

Chan sat down, trying to think of his next words. “You really think her album will be good?”

“I know it will.” Jisung confirmed. “I’ve heard some of the stuff she writes for fun, and it’s great.”

“But she’s-”

“Unless you’re going to go apologize, just eat.” Hyunjin told him.

In the bedroom, Tori had her laptop open, letting Felix and Jeongin flip through the pictures she’d compiled to be inspiration.

“It looks so good, Noona.” Jeongin told her. “I’m sure Chan will come around.”

“I think the problem right now,” She sighed. “Is that I don’t care if he does.”

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bourgeoishellion · 8 years ago

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Who forgot to water my plant?

I can post stuff like this here, right? RIGHT!

I made a pissed off Tsuna wearing the Natsu cape thing~ I was going to draw pissed off Tsuna with a hoodie and stuff, but I didn't want to draw the gloves or clothes, so I just went with the cape. He was also smiling, which I thought was awesome, but his eyes were shadowed and a tick was on his cheek. He was pissed... I also drew Reborn sketches next to him (I cannot draw Reborn -_- ).

Anyway, I went to the description and began to describe a scenario in second person, before quickly starting a whole third person story. I liked it. I continued. I just could stop . pls forgive me

So, I thought I could share it to ffnet tumblr.

Mukuro and Hibari destroyed half the Vongola mansion during a fight. Lambo and I-Pin (now enrolled in school) wouldn't stop moving about the chaos and whining for candy (Well, I-Pin was trying to stop Lambo as he ran about the chaos, whining for candy). Gokudera is straining to do damage control while Yamamoto tries to talk Hibari and Mukuro down.

Chrome wonders what she should do to appease her boss at the unwelcoming sight, but Tsuna just walks past it all. It's been a hard week. Reborn forced him into a solo mission (because despite already having inherited the Vongola as the Neo Primo, he's still in training) and he just wants to go to sleep.

Maybe tomorrow he'll start a video conference with his mom and dad. Maybe Kyoko and Haru will be with them. The Simon family was coming over tomorrow, they could say hello to Namimori together. Mostly Tsuna and Enma would say hello, everybody else would be destroying the Vongola mansion.

He'd have a lot of paperwork to do if he wanted to cover the damages for today and tomorrow. Tsuna hears a crash from behind him.

There goes the library.

He probably shouldn't complain. Whenever they visited the Simon they brought about their own chaos.

Of course, the Varia didn't tend to visit the Simon or Cavallone with him and his guardians, so the damage was much lower.

He entered his room and left the noisy home behind him. Reborn was already inside, still his home tutor and still young (though growing older by the month), snoozing in his own hammock (he'd grown accustomed to it, but he would never admit it).

Tsuna's bed was black and charred.

Who set my bed on fire? he wondered, but turned around lethargically. He could sleep in whichever bed he pleased, it was his own damn mansion. Who cared if he ended up in one of his Famiglia member's bed?

But his eye caught sight of one thing. It was so out of place. The plant beside his desk (which had been rummaged through, likely by Lambo) looked so still and untouched amid the mess that was his home. The pot was brand new, and no dirt had been spilled. Leaves were gathering inside, falling ever so gently. The limbs of the tiny tree were limp and calm.

His plant was dead.

Tsuna didn't really care, or he at least didn't think he cared.

He continued to walk but found himself walking down stairs instead of toward the guest rooms (or Gokudera's, which was the closest room). It was a slow walk, which let him take in the noise and the destruction of his Famiglia. The Varia had joined in, and Takeshi was sword fighting with Squalo.

Hayato (good old Hayato) was still attempting damage control by directing staff away from possible danger and calling for repair crews. Lambo clambered into him and flew off with his phone, I-Pin behind the rowdy child.

"Ahodera, Ahodera," he sang.

“Lambo! Stop!”

"Hey, you stupid cow!"

Hayato joined the dark side in an instant.

Levi was intent on remaining at Xanxus' side, so Tsuna could appreciate the fact that Xanxus never moved unless he wanted. Xanxus remained still, eating on a chair with a ridiculously relaxed posture.

Belphegor had joined the fight with Mukuro and Hibari. Lussaria was dragging Ryohei away from the soundproof training room Tsuna had gotten installed with the hopes of maintaining some sort of calm throughout the mansion. Ryohei also joined the dark side.

Mammon, like Reborn, was asleep, finding no profit in remaining awake. Tsuna also found no profit and wished he could also be in bed.

But first...

He walked into the lobby easily, avoiding the massive fighting with swift accuracy. It was the same thing every day. Every. Day.

Tsuna thought back to the one place of solace in his mansion. Where all had been quiet and untouched and left alone. The only damn thing in the entire mansion he had actually expected his Famiglia to bother while he was gone.

He couldn't quite tell when Natsu had formed a cape around him, but he could feel his lion expected a fight. His ring was burning with approval (surely the Primo would accept that, sometimes, a boss had to skin his family members alive).

"Heey," Tsuna drawled, similar to Squalo's crows, but quieter. More infuriated.

Nobody stopped.

"Oi, oi, oi."

His gloves were on in less than a second, and he was in V.R. form in no time. Once upon a time, it had amazed his Famiglia to see Tsuna surrounded by such powerful flames. It was still pretty amazing.

Hibari stilled, dodging a hit from Belphegor and Mukuro to glance at the sky flames. Slowly, but surely, the room began to quiet down around them.

Chrome shuffled back awkwardly, unsure as to why she felt such unease.

Reborn and Mammon had suddenly woken up; Reborn with a gun shaped Leon in hand. They were both now sitting together on the staircase, waiting.

Finally, Hayato caught Lambo and sat on the Bovino, with I-pin sat on his leg (to weigh him down further).

The staff had scattered away long ago.

All was quiet.

Tsuna's flames died down to shorter levels, but his eyes glowed orange and Natsu remained a cape.

"Who," he finally spoke, "forgot to water my plant?"

There was a moment of confusion. Most didn't quite remember there ever being a plant to water.

"You mean that plant in your room?" Takeshi asked, struggling to remember if there was a plant in Tsuna's room.

"Yes."

"Ack! Sorry, Tenth! I forgot to replace your bed before you arrived!" Gokudera yelled.

"That is not what I'm inquiring you about," Tsuna said, grinding his teeth almost inconspicuously.

Reborn made a small noise, "pyu," as if to hold in a laugh.

"Who. Forgot. To water. My plant."

There was a collective gulp from many of his guardians. The Varia, including Levi, prepared themselves for battle. Hibari did the same, a predatory smile edging out.

In the background, one could see Ken and Chikusa slowly revealing themselves from behind a rather large pillar.

But before anyone could make a move, Tsuna smiled. It was not the usual warm smile his Famiglia was used to. It was mostly a passive smile, but there was an edge to it that forced I-Pin to take a step back.

"I-Pin," he said, making the shy assassin-in-training jump, "you and Lambo should go visit Fuuta. Now."

Gokudera had already stood up the moment Tsuna had made his presence known, so dragging Lambo away from the mansion was easy enough. Running away was a very easy task when you were scared enough.

"Now, to the rest of my Famiglia. I'll ask again. Who forgot. To water. My. Plants."

It was no easy feat, but Xanxus managed to fall asleep while Tsuna...investigated.

~time lapse~

"I'm home," Bianchi entered the (destroyed) Vongola mansion an hour later, a giant potted plant in hand. She'd felt a bit bad that Reborn's room had been ruined by the Neo Primo's guardians, and had gone out to buy ingredients for a meal and a plant. The other, after all, had died.

She walked in to find the young Vongola boss standing over his guardians, most of which were down for the count. The Varia seemed worse off behind them, but she guessed that was because Tsuna didn't think talking to them would really matter in the long run.

But to his guardians, Tsuna's words definitely counted. That's why, she guessed as she walked to the staircase to watch the spectacle with Reborn, the Vongola boss had bothered to keep them conscious as he lectured them.

They weren't too badly beat up, Bianchi thought. Chrome was completely unscathed, but she was sitting on the ground next to Ken and Chikusa (had they been here all along?). Rokudo Mukuro smiled grimly at Tsunayoshi, leaning on Chrome's back.

Yamamoto and Ryohei seemed to be intent on keeping their bodies still as they sat with both their legs underneath them, a strict posture for discipline. Hayato's legs were bent in the same position, but he had his head touching the ground (apologizing?).

Hibari could not be forced to sit down, it seemed, but it certainly looked like he needed to. He leaned on an unbroken (but not very stable) wall, holding himself up through pure willpower.

"Stop burning down my room. Avoid wall collision—no. If you're going to fight, you are to do so outside or in the god damned training room I asked Giannini to build for this exact reason! Don't pick a fight..."

Tsuna rambled on, but Bianchi could tell the guardians were taking his words very seriously despite Yamamoto's smile, Mukuro's arrogant posture, and Hibari's condescending glare.

The Vongola boss eventually ran out of words and simply glared at his quiet guardians. He let out a huff and turned to a nearby couch next to Xanxus (who was still asleep).

"The Simon are coming over tomorrow and I'm going to call my mom. You are all going to greet her with a nice, normal, clean, and whole house while Enma and his Famiglia eat brunch with us. Understood?"

"Of course, Tenth!"

"Sure thing, Tsuna."

"Extremely!"

"Sure sure."

"Yes, boss!"

"Wao," Hibari grinned bitterly, but assented.

Tsuna sat down on the couch and crossed his legs, laying his head on a convenient pillow. His flames died out completely. Natsu was on his shoulder in no time, snuggling into the crook of his neck, ready for a nap. They were both asleep before anyone could move again.

"He didn't even give them permission to stand again, dame-Tsuna," Bianchi heard Reborn mutter, but a smile graced his lips.

Bianchi also smiled, uncaring of the shuffling guardians beneath her. She grabbed Reborn's hand (he was taller than before now) and accompanied him to his room.

"I bought a new plant for you," she informed. "I know you just came back from a long trip, so I'll let you sleep, but when you wake up there will be a meal filled with love waiting for you!"

Reborn didn't wake up till the next day. Neither did Tsuna, for that matter, so Bianchi guessed the mission had been very tiring after all.

The End.

You can imagine whatever language you want to, that's why Gokudera never called Tsuna "Jyuudaime." However, Reborn and Lambo are definitely saying the names in Japanese (Ahodera and dame-Tsuna). This was fun ^^

Also, Reborn wasn't nearly tired enough to sleep through the day and night. He just didn't want to eat Bianchi's cooking. The next morning, Tsuna bumped into Enma's chin as he woke up and they both had to wear bandages as they said hi to Nana and Iemitsu (his dad was forced into taking vacation time), but the house is whole, so it's fine.

Xanxus eventually walked away, leaving his subordinates on the ground. They're fine. Mammon went back to sleep.

#khr #katekyo hitman reborn #fanfiction #and fanart #fanart based fanfiction #but i made the fanart #funny #i had fun writing it #bamf!tsuna #ha #bad guardians #typical varia #mentions of simon famiglia #the second potted plant also died

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FanView has been completely inspired and utterly blown away by the talent of this band, The Silver Snails. They have so much to offer for the future of music and they really reach for the moon when it comes to the brand they have created for themselves. The band covers multiple musical cultures and integrates a handful of inspirations like, The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, The Flaming Lips, Elliot Smith, Band Of Horses, Beethoven, Bob Dylan, The Shins and many more throughout each of their songs on their debut album, “The 7 Melodies”. This strategically produced album is just the start for TSS. The band put in 2 years of diligent hardwork and dedication to music that has earned them the title, “Nag Champa of Pop”. The 7 songs on T7M resemble the 7 colors of the color palette, which is an insanely awesome and such a refreshing spin on music for us at FanView. These songs were created to tap into the 7 different frequencies of emotion in relation to the color palette by applying its own “footprint” of musical and cultural enlightenment. This allows an in-depth and well thought-out back story for each one of the songs explaining the inspiration process, which you can find here on their website>> The Secret of “The 7 Melodies” .

The Silver Snails X FanView Q&A!!

“TSS:” = The Silver Snails “ Underlined” = FanView

Who makes up The Silver Snails and what are each of the members talents?

TSS: The Silver Snails is literally a ‘mom & pop’ operation. The project was conceived by pop, (Lucas Ward) and supported morally and creatively by mom (Elisa Fantini). Lucas Ward has written and produced all of the music, taking input from Elisa. Elisa has been instrumental in organizing the video shoots, artwork, costumes, etc for our original videos, and she has included the 3 baby bears (Jasmine, now 15, Celeste, now 11, and Elias now 4) in the videos. Elisa and the the girls are also accomplished singers and performers, and have contributed both lead and chorus parts on The 7 Melodies and new material, and have performed on stage with The Silver Snails a number of times in Italy, meaning we can act as a ‘front family’ on stage. In the past we have hired studio pros to provide a backing band in concert.

Favorite Beatles Song?

TSS: Tough one: probably ‘Here Comes the Sun’. We cover this one and a few others. We go through phases with the Beatles stuff. Love all 4 Beatles, including their solo work (e.g. ‘Love’, ‘Real Love’, ‘Watching the Wheels’, ‘Beautiful Boy’, Mother’ by Lennon, ‘Maybe I’m Amazed’ by McCartney’, and ‘My Sweet Lord’ by Harrison).

What is the music process like for the band? (Does content originate on a couch in a living room or is it considered studio inspired?).

TSS: Mostly a solo, step by step process for me (Lucas), though I use Elisa and the kids as ‘beta listeners’. I start with song sketches and ideas which frequently arrive as moments of inspiration on the piano or guitar. Sometimes these get developed and turned into songs. Once I have a ‘lead sheet’ version of a song (chords, lyrics, melody), the next step is to demo (arrange) the song in Logic using our home studio in Bertinoro Italy. This means creating and playing demo versions of all the parts and vocals before taking it to an engineer. Once we commit to producing a song, we start over in a pro studio, usually with studio bass and drummer, and then re-record layer by layer keyboards, guitars, vocals, etc. Sometimes we exceed 100 tracks per song. We then have a pro mixer mix the songs and then take it to a mastering studio for the final step. In the 7 melodies, we invited ‘guest musicians’ to record perihperal instruments, for instance violins, brass, accordion, etc. The songs were written, tracked, and mixed in a local studio in Romagna, and mastered by Greg Calbi at Sterling Sound in NYC with us looking on!

TSS: RE songwriting, I think building a house is a useful analogy. To me, songs are messages and therefore the lyrics are the most important part, let’s say the roof. Lyrics are put to melody over harmony and rhythm. Bass lines and drumbeats are foundational, like laying slabs or doing framing. Guitars and keys are like ‘mid-layers’ like sheetrock, plumbing and electric, etc. Some instruments and parts are pretty but more ornamental, like exterior paint and landscaping. Ultimately, I have to come up with most of these components before I book a recording studio (the clearer the blueprint, the better chance of getting good tracks and a good mix and of not wasting money). The question is always, what part should I write first? I have recently had good results starting with lyrics (themes, poetry), then trying to add melody harmony rhythm songform styling etc. However, I don’t have a fixed formula. Today for example, I’m attempting to write a new song by playing with guitar riffs over (still in progress). I continue to experiment with the process, song by song, i.e. where to start first and how to do the rhythm, styling, etc, but it is inevitably a multi-year process for each finished song.

Who wrote lyrics for ‘The 7 Melodies’?

TSS: Lucas Ward

Who creates the blog posts on the website?

TSS: I, Lucas do all the marketing and social media posts, including most of the photography. The website is of course out of date, but I’m working on a new version this summer…

Is there a possible album being worked on? Any tea to spill on the release date or name?

TSS: Yes, we are currently writing (in Bertinoro Italy) and tracking (in Portland, OR, on trips) a new LP which we hope to contain 12 new originals and one cover song. Our target is to release the LP in mid-2019. You can actually hear some samples in process from the recording studio on our IG account: @thesilversnails

Favorite song to perform off of the album?

TSS: Dancing with the Stars (the audience responds!)

How many languages does the band know combined?

TSS: I am fluent in English, Italian, and Mandarin, and proficient in Cantonese, Japanese, French, and Spanish. Elisa is Italian and also speaks English as a second language. The kids are bi-lingual, and attend school in Italy but speak English and Italian at home. The kids are learning additional languages at school, including Latin, French, German (Jasmine) and Spanish (Celeste). So I guess that makes 9…

How did The Silver Snails meet and when did the band first become an idea?

TSS: Elisa and I have been together since 1997. We started The Silver Snails project in 2009, and went public with the launch of ‘The 7 Melodies’ in 2012.

Is there a backstory for the name of the band?

TSS: Yes, we live in a valley on 6 acres in the countryside in the province of Romagna, Italy. Our valley happens to be famously rich in snails, to the extent that local farmers hunt for them on our land. On rainy days in April, the snails come out and cover our walls and walkways, which is what gave me the idea for using the snail as an animal totem for the band, which led to the name.

Anything you want to share to the fans about your goal regarding the opening of a human heart?

TSS: We cry easily (ever watch Regina Spektor performing John Lennon’s ‘Real Love’ at Lollapalooza?), and are curious about what happens when we are moved in a positive way by a song or a story. Having experienced firsthand and every day the power of music to lift our spirits, console us, inspire us, give us energy, etc., when we go to write, produce, sing, or play music, we always do it with the hope that doing so will bring joy to others.

Will you guys be releasing any singles soon?

TSS: The plan is to premiere a few singles in advance of the full LP release (i.e. start beating the drum a few months before full release).

If Beatrice Russo was a color in the color palette which one would it be?

Purplish, fuchsia, sky blue….

How has Elliot Smiths music inspired your own?

TSS: Elliott is a what I call a ‘post Beatles’ songwriter, i.e. he grew up with Sgt Peppers and the White Album in his ears as a kid, and later strove to master Beatles songs in order to obtain the technique necessary to sing and play good pop and rock. His songs and style are thus informed by deep study of the Beatles music, the way Van Gogh was influenced by Monet. As an example, one of Elliott’s first public successes was winning a talent show in Portland as a teenager covering ‘Blackbird’, busking style. Witness also his multi-track vocal arrangement of ‘Because’ used at the end of the ‘American Beauty’ soundtrack.

I happen to have a personal relationship with Elliott Smith (met at age 13 in HS and stayed friends through college, before his pro music career) and was very inspired by his musical gift as kids. Thus, knowing him personally and playing music with him as a kid was an important input to my later decision to commit to the same path (singer songwriter). Like Elliott, I also study the Beatles (and many others) in order to be a better pop rock singer songwriter and player, and also because being able to cover Beatles songs creates common ground with audiences of all ages everywhere.

How did the idea of a father and his relation to the miracle of a child originate for the music video of ‘Dancing With The Stars’?

TSS: ‘Dancing with the Stars’ started with lyrics, which I began at a certain moment in time, taking my daughter Jasmine who was 5 at the time to Rome on the train. I was feeling low at the time, but marvelled at her ability to simply bop along as if to an internal tune, regardless of surroundings. I consider this song to be my ‘Isn’t She Lovely’ (by Stevie Wonder), in the sense that both songs take as muse the miracle of children and the sense of amazement and astonishment that some of us new fathers feel… Thus, both the song and the video feature the actual Jasmine (‘lai lai lai’), within the theme of a glam-rock troubador family from space, landing on their flying piano to recover their kids (Jasmine and Celeste, in the white dresses) before taking off again as a group… Note, we have a new video in the pipeline, which is intended as a ‘sequel’ to the Dancing with the Stars video, ie. same ‘universe’.

A place or venue that The Silver Snails would love to perform in for the first time?

TSS: We have fantasized for some time about appearing on a couple of the US late night shows (e.g. Colbert, Kimmel, Conan), certainly this would help us to feel ‘realized’, though we have no direct path at the moment. Also, we have real fans in far flung exotic location which we would love to serve by mounting concert tours in these locations. Top fan spots we hope to play include Nepal, Jakarta, Bangladesh, Morocco, Madagascar, The Philippines, Taiwan and Brazil. I used to think it would be great to play Burning Man, but now I’m not so sure…

Top 3 music inspirations?

TSS: Nature, Stars and Planets, Kids

Is Romanga, Italy the location for the next possible project or is locational inspiration coming from elsewhere?

TSS: Our family continues to live in Romagna, making it the cradle of our project, but we travel when necessary, including 3 recording trips in the past 18 months to Portland, and a businses trip to Asia.

Can you explain to the fans how you coined the phrase “The Nag Champa of Pop” and in what ways you support the claim?

TSS: We want to provide an Indie alternative to ‘Big Music’ which is distinguished by its homemade qualities, real love and inspiration, and fine textures and finish. Our music is rich, exotic, and sweet like Nag Champa, with medicinal qualities. Also our strongest fanbase is in Nepal and S Asia (e.g. through FB we reach around 200k people in Kathmandu every month, and many more in the rest of the Nepal ), the heart of Champa country. Elisa and I spent our ‘honeymoon’ in Nepal, and we also sponsored and organized as The Silver Snail our own direct earthquake relief project there in 2015.

~£ucas

WOOWEE! FanView gushes when bands take the time and throughly answer our questions:) We hope they enjoyed because we sure did love learning about them and listening to them just as much!

FV The Silver Snail Review:

Their take on music goes far beyond sound and they prove that with their ability to adapt and lace the theme of color and emotion into their music production. The TSS mission statement ‘Our mission is to open to human <3’s through Sound, Light, and Word.” also supports the belief that The Silver Snails can open the human heart in more than one way. The goal of ‘The 7 Melodies” is to cast a “music spell designed to open human hearts” according to TSS which reflects the best way music can positively improve a persons life. Here at FanView we believe they have achieved this and much more. They prove this by creating diverse, extremely influential and ground-breaking music that a lot of independent and even headlining artists wish to accomplish. Their ability to produce new sonics by incorporating a multi-cultural, multi,-genre, and multi-talented take on music is unheard of. We think they are one of the most versatile and inspiring bands we have had the pleasure of speaking with. As the independent band that they are, they were capable of meticulously creating, producing, recording, and mixing their own sounds. Dare we say it again? THEY REEK OF TALENT. If you have had the blessing of listening to the music and have found ease, joy, or a sensation of magic. Then, you my friend, have experienced what TSS call ‘the miracle of the 7 melodies’.

Their magical process of T7M sets in the medieval Country of Romanga, Italy (HOW FITTING). The Silver Snails introduce themselves as a band that covers many different genres. This is the best genre record FanView has yet to reveal, here we go…. The sounds of TSS range from classic rock, indi, pop, beethoven, electronica, Irish, jazz, Kawali, Asian folk, and more??!?!?!?! SHOOOT if thats not impressive we don’t know what is! Not only do they represent music through sound and color, they also add the power of words through their blog that highlights what they do and more. Their blog posts can be found here>>The Silver Snails Blog. One of our favorite reviews on TSS from the MTM blog reads, “If you can imagine Coldplay and ABBA hooking up with David Bowie to produce an album that focuses on love and joy, this is it.” Sooooo accurate! The blog also states they are so groovy and compliment the application of musical aspects from all over the world coming together into one album. In other words, The Silver Snails have throughly impressed more than one music blog and has ultimately blown our socks off for the rest of eternity.

“The music video starts with Silver Snails’ official astrofile, Nonno Rino, who first spotted the ‘Galactic Angel’ in the vicinity of Orion with the assistance of his homemade telescope and a bottle of San Giovese. The video represents Rino’s (and the rest of our) film debut… Shot from Orion on Yoshimi (‘happiness’), the flying baby grand, the Silver Snails land in Romagna to collect their daughters.”

The Silver Snails have gone above and beyond in the creation of their galactic story behind ‘Dancing With The Stars”. We just HAD to share their explanation of this opening scene.

From what we just watched the videos introduction carries a twilight zone and sci-fi like feeling which quickly transitions into a care-free and innocent montage of little girls dancing in the stars with flashes of The Silver Snails (painted in silver) dancing among the night sky resembling stars accompanied by a silver piano sitting on the clouds. Such an original and intriguing video The Silver Snails have kindly delivered to us.

Our favorite music video done by The Silver Snails is COCO LOCO! Here you GO..GO!

This tune and video brings us to a happy place full of beaches, coconuts, and a lifestyle we all dream of. You can tell everyone in the video had a wonderful time being a part of this creation. Pure bliss and good times fill your ears and soul from start to finish. The Silver Snails keep you on your toes and entertained to the fullest with funny clowns and hula contest on a breath-taking dream beach. If they had hopes to get us in the mood for a vacation then they most definitely succeeded.

Thank you for reading about our new favorite multi-cultural rising band! Also another thank you to The Silver Snails for participating and giving us the best and most content we have seen from any artist or band thus far. You guys have really left FanView breathless (in a good way).

~FanView author, Monique Rose.

The Silver Snails: FV Interview & Reviews FanView has been completely inspired and utterly blown away by the talent of this band, The Silver Snails.

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