#obviously I took a few creative liberties with their outfits

[safifonhasstrel]

"I bind you to power, you bind me to the light."

[xrlyz]

Hello! Hello! No pressure to respond to this at all but….

I recently (like a month ago and I was going to interact with you but I’m scared of people and I don’t have an ao3 acc 😔) started following your “I Saw Stars” fic and

OHMYSTARS ITS SO GOOOOD

I just finished chapter 20 because I’m procrastinating my studying for my last exam and oeojehqlshvsmsjdgshhsjs my mind is all over the freaking placeeeeeee.

I don’t want to distract you too much and you don’t have to respond but if you want can you describe what you think Jack’s clothing looks like (mainly his armor, but his normal wear also intrigues me) 👀

I love drawing and your fic is giving me so much motivation, but I like to have the original imaginers ideas if they have a specific look or feel in mind

Also if you do want to respond and rant more do you have any specific ideas on how his weapons look? :D

I probably won’t post this stuff on my acc if I do draw it because people I know irl know it and that scares me, but I will find a way to show you!!! >:}

Hijack has hijacked my brain and it is amazing thank you for your fic I love it so muchhhhh

I hope you have an amazing day/night/morning/whatever it is where you are!!!!

If you’re still swamped with exams good luck!!! You’ve got this!!! And if you aren’t I hope you can relax you’ve earned it! 💫💖✨

(Also sorry if you have gone into more detail about the clothing at any point. I have the memory and brain the size of a walnut that’s being fried by chemistry and atomic theory atm…….)

I'm finally getting back to you on this. Hi 👋😅

Okay, so, first of all. THANK YOU SO MUCH OMG. When I first saw this, I squealed and got actually angry that I didn't have the time to respond right away. I'm so glad you're liking my fic so far! I'm SO hyped to see what you're planning!! I'm literally vibrating rn from excitement. ❤️❤️❤️

Anyway, on to the recently growing issue that is Jack's clothes. Istg his outfit is on the FBI's most wanted at this point, and let me tell you why. The reason I avoided describing what Jack was wearing like it was the second coming of the bubonic pluage was because, funnily enough, even I didn't know what Jack was wearing.

Fics with the same or similar trope of Jack being a Dragon Rider have existed before, TROAS is a perfect example of that, so creating an outfit for Jack that didn't feel unoriginal was hard. Thankfully, I took a few hours out of my day today to finally tackle this issue.

Edit: Deciding to put a cut here so people don't have to scroll so far just to get to the rest of my page.

Instead of describing it to you, I figured it'd be easier if I just drew something of my own and then showed you, so that you and any other fan who'd like to do fanart of I Saw Stars can have a reference photo at the least. Obviously, you can alter and change things about my designs. They're far from perfect, and I'd love to see what you can come up with! These are just the things I thought of.

Jack's normal wear:

I figured it'd be cool and also really cute if Jack kept his original hoodie and just slapped some light leather armor on top of it. (Only because Valka forces him to, of course.) As for the staff, *starts sweating* uhm... honestly, I just imagined it being made out of wood. I know nothing about different types of wood or their durabilities, so I'll definitely research that and find an actual material for his staff. For now though, I bestow upon you creative liberty on that fornt. 😅

Jack's dragon riding armor:

This is sadly just a concept sketch and not a full body like the last one. The reason for this is that I genuinely don't know what else to add other than the hood that I gave him. It's hard to make something that's not only white, made of scales, and has been redesigned by like five different authors by now, but that also has to be physically possible.

Note about Jack's character design in both photos that you might find helpful: Jack's primary shape used in Canon is a hexagon (like an actual snowflake). I decided to keep that in his normal attire, but for his armor, I switched his primary shape to a heart, so he matched Artemis. You don't have to do this, but I thought you might like the distinction a bit.

Anyway, thank you so much again! I can't wait to see what you cook up with the motivation my fic has given you!!! Also, I hope your finals go well. Those are always super stressful all the time 😭

Have a great night/day! And to anyone else who sees this, yes, you can draw fanart of my fic and use these as references, but please notify me if you post fanart and give credit to the fic if it's specifically inspired by mine. Not because of, "Oh no! Someone didn't credit me!" But because I adore and appreciate any and all fanart or affection, me and my fic get because it means you guys are enjoying my stuff! I love to see it, and I love to give love back, so tell me if you make stuff! I WANT TO PRAISE YOU 👹👹👹

[treeofnonsense]

Kasjory

4. Which one is more protective? Who needs to be 'protected'?

5. Describe their cozy night in.

6. Who would beg the other not to leave? Who has to leave to protect the other?

7. Would they build a pillow fort together just because?

30. Your OTP gets to pick out each other's outfits; what is each wearing?

36. Who's more likely to fire up the stove at 2am because the other woke up in the middle of the night hungry?

NOTE: For most of these, I'm describing my headcanons for late-stage Kasjory, like IBS onward. Some stuff might be different in like Season 1 when they're new to their relationship.

4. Which one is more protective? Who needs to be 'protected'?

Depends entirely on who you ask, because they both firmly believe that they're being entirely reasonable and the other one obviously needs to be protected. This has a 50/50 chance of happening at the beginning of any major battle.

(In reality: Kas is squishier but Jory runs headfirst into danger more often. They've both gotten their fair share of injuries and combat experience, so it's about even.)

5. Describe their cozy night in.

I think Kasjory would be a fan of puzzles, board games, cards, stuff like that given they're both curious people with a decent knowledge background. If they lived in modern times, they'd probably save up newspaper crosswords. Marjory gets way too competitive about it, while Kas is mostly there for the fun and social element. In the rare peaceful night in, they'll grab some food and wine, play a bunch of games, probably have a stupid fight over whatever Tyria's equivalent of Monopoly is, and then Kas will get tired and Jory will carry her up to bed and read to her until she falls asleep.

6. Who would beg the other not to leave? Who has to leave to protect the other?

Ohhhh man, I think they've both pulled this shit at one point or another. It's the nature of being a hero of Tyria, sadly. Most of the time when they claim to leave as protection they're actually kidding themselves, and they'd function way better as a team. Kas is definitely more LIKELY to be in the begging role, and less likely to leave, especially given Jory's typical response to emotional problems is to run away from them. There were definitely a few times in late Icebrood and shortly after Belinda's death where Kas felt pretty abandoned.

Of course, this is evened out by the one really big time Kas left Jory behind:

7. Would they build a pillow fort together just because?

Yes. Kas decides to do it on a lark and eventually talks Jory into helping. Jory then gets way too into making a "worthy" pillow fort, and they wind up with a pillow fortress. Which they then have to sleep in for three days because it's way too big and cool to destroy, and also all their bedding is tied up in it.

30. Your OTP gets to pick out each others' outfits; what is each wearing?

Hah, I know you answered this one about a year ago, and I agree with your assessment for Kasmeer. No way Jory would pass up turning her into the goth girlfriend of her dreams. I took a few creative liberties, made her taller because heels, and also gave her that little blood-ruby necklace thing I saw on the hellsite a while back, because it's too perfect.

I think Kas has a little more consideration for Jory's own fashion sense by putting her in a few darker colors - though it's jewel tones instead of black. Her hair is down because Kas loves to run her hands through it, and the sleeves are missing so all the muscles she's gained from wielding a greatsword are on display. She's got motifs of snakes and skulls woven in there. Beyond that though, Kas's biggest victory is managing to drag Jory out to some fancy party, something she'd never be caught dead doing otherwise.

36. Who's more likely to fire up the stove at 2 AM because the other woke up in the middle of the night hungry?

Kas is usually asleep by 2 AM, but if night owl Jory wants a midnight snack she knows she has to make it for two, because Kas will inexplicably wake up at the smell of food just to demand her portion. After all they've been through, they both wake up with nightmares fairly regularly, and it's not uncommon for them to shake the other awake for comfort, which often includes food or a cup of hot tea. If Kas is making the food it's going to be pancakes at 2 AM though, because breakfast food and dessert is basically all she knows how to make.

[immaturityofthomasastruc]

IOTA Reviews: Rocketear

The Rocketeer is a 1991 Disney movie set in 1930's America where a test pilot gets a jetpack and uses it to fight Nazis and— Wait, what? “Rocketear”? Oh, damn it!

Let's get into the eleventh (chronologically the seventeenth) episode of Miraculous Ladybug's fourth season: Rocketear.

We start off with Carapace and Cat Noir struggling to hold back some T-Rexes brought back to life by a scientist Jurassic Park style. Seriously, they reference the movie in the same scene.

Why wasn't this the plot of the episode again?

After managing to tame the dinosaurs with a whistle of all things, Ladybug notices something's wrong with Nino after he gives the Turtle Miraculous back to her. Apparently, he's wondering why Rena Rouge (who he knows is Alya) wasn't recruited with him today. Ladybug tells him that he was the only help she needed today. In reality, it's because Alya has adjusted to her new role of supporting Ladybug behind the scenes in her new form, Rena Furtive.

And I'm not a fan of the new form. I get the camo, but it doesn't really help her blend in when her suit is bright blue. I think it's based off the arctic fox, but that animal is able to camouflage itself because it's fur matches the snowy environment. I'm sure a bright blue jumpsuit won't stand out when she tries to blend in at all. Also, the fact that Alya can just change her hero form gives even less excuses as to why Ladybug's new form is only when she uses her Lucky Charm.

Alya is struggling to keep this a secret from Nino because they don't have a lot of secrets in their relationship. Marinette says she can kind of get it because she had to keep her identity a secret from her friend and has to keep keeping her identity a secret from everyone else. Basically, she's telling Alya to suck it up because this is what being a superhero is.

So the next time she sees Nino, Alya tells him she's no longer Rena Rouge, but not about Rena Furtive, which troubles her. The very next scene shows Alya showing Marinette pictures she took of her new costume and asking her which version looks better.

You could always try reviewing Akuma fights. I heard there's one blog that does it when they're not criticizing the famous director Thomas Astruc on social media.

Yeah, in case you can't tell, Alya was only able to rent her brain for a few episodes because she really doesn't seem as understanding about being a superhero as she was in earlier episodes. In episodes like “Optigami” and “Sentibubbler”, we saw Alya use more strategy and show discretion as Rena Rouge, seemingly taking her job more seriously, but then this episode just had to go and piss it all away. I also love how the first time the animators made Alya's skin the same when she's transformed is in a single frame for a joke.

Alya thankfully deletes the picture, but Nino overhears her talking about struggling to find more content for the Ladyblog, and decides to go to the movies with her to help take her mind off things. Nino, in turn, proceeds to give the same reaction to the in-universe Ladybug movie that Astruc gives to the PV.

Apparently, that movie's already getting a sequel and it has a teaser. So was the sequel animated at the same time as the original like Back to the Future Part II and Back to the Future Part III?

Nino gets pissed the next movie in the Ladybug Cinematic Universe will feature Rena Rouge and not Carapace... even though Rena Rouge debuted first. The teaser then shows Rena Rouge falling for Cat Noir (yet another creative liberty taken by the writers or something Astruc's self-insert threw in himself), and takes it like it's the real thing. Dude, the first movie said Ladybug was afraid of cats, and the director yelled at the person it was based on for judging it. He clearly has a hard time distinguishing fiction from reality.

Alya leaves Nino early so she can go on patrol, but Nino sees Cat Noir heading out as well. He then watches a video on the Ladyblog where Alya praises Cat Noir which is totally not Astruc projecting or anything.

I don't know what your definition of a prince is, Alya, and I honestly don't want to know.

So Nino takes this as evidence that Alya is in love with Cat Noir and decides to tell Adrien, who naturally laughs him off. And just before you think we have an episode where Adrien plays the straight man, Adrien decides to visit Alya because he's afraid he accidentally charmed Alya.

Yes, because Cat Noir is so charming, girls are just fighting over him, aren't they?

We then cut to a black and white film noir monologue by Nino (dressed like a detective with a fake mustache), who decides to spy on Alya. When Cat Noir asks Alya if she is attracted to him, she naturally laughs him off, though Cat Noir is thankfully a good sport about it, even giving her a hug to apologize. Unfortunately, Nino took this the wrong way.

The next day at school, Nino takes Adrien into his “office” (it's really an excuse to reuse the boiler room setpiece), and shows him the picture of the hug. Adrien says that Alya would never fall for Cat Noir because she's always dedicated to finding out the truth and telling her boyfriend everything. What's Nino's retort?

Okay, several problems with this bit. First of all, why would Nino even tell Adrien any of this? What would it accomplish? Why not say all this to Alya while confronting her about her alleged unfaithfulness? Second, Ladybug didn't give Nino and Alya their Miraculous at the same time until it was an absolute emergency. She outright said in “Hero's Day” that she didn't have time to recruit Nino and Alya separately.

Ladybug: I'm sorry for what I'm about to do. I know I'm revealing your secret identities but I don't have time to find a good excuse to give them to you separately. Rena Rouge and Carapace, I need you both!

Nino and Alya kept their identities secret from each other until then, with Alya even keeping the fact she knew who Carapace was a secret as well. Nino didn't find out because “they don't hide anything from each other” (which I plan to talk about later).

Other than that, I actually liked Adrien in this scene. It was really investing to see him try to justify the whole secret identities rule while Nino blatantly said there was an exception. This is the kind of stuff I wanted to see when it came to Adrien doubting Ladybug, not him destroying things in his anger.

While Nino rants about how Cat Noir “stole” Alya from him, Shadowmoth sends an Akuma his way, turning him into Rocketear.

And the design he has is just boring. It's just a blue jumpsuit with some black spots that look like teardrops, a teardrop-shaped head and a visor. I think the reason this season's been relying more on past Akumas and using more Sentimonsters is because DQ is terrible at character designs. I mean, compare this suit with Aigraon from Zyuden Sentai Kyoryuger (his Power Rangers counterpart is Wrench from Dino Charge).

The design does so much more with the teardrop motif, giving him a perpetually miserable face with tear lines going all over his body. Add that to a more diverse color scheme, and you have a much more visually stunning design. And this was created in real life, not rendered on a computer. I'm not sure if this is a budget thing or a laziness thing, but if it's the former, you really need to do better, animators.

The powers are meh, giving Nino the ability to fling explosive tears at enemies. It's a clever idea, and it makes sense he gets a power that parallels Cat Noir's, but I think maybe it would have been more interesting if he couldn't control the tears at all. Like, imagine if he was constantly crying like Blue Diamond, and with every tear he shed, Rocketeer could send it at whoever he felt was causing him misery, mainly Cat Noir, all while serving as a metaphor for people who blame others for their own personal issues. Better yet, make him look like the detective outfit Nino wore for the second act. It would have made him more unpredictable instead of making his tears generic projectile weapons.

Marinette and Alya see the fight and transform into Ladybug and Rena Furtive respectively, the former summoning her Lucky Charm, a projector. Is it just me, or has this been happening with Ladybug a lot recently?

Back to Rocketear, we get a good moment where Cat Noir intentionally lets the Akuma hit him so he can get a chance to resolve things diplomatically. See, this is a moment where Cat Noir's self-sacrificing nature feels heroic and not selfish like when he does it without Ladybug's permission to spite her. Unfortunately, it doesn't really go anywhere as Ladybug shows up and plays the recording Nino took (Alya found his phone earlier), while Rena Furtive uses her Mirage to give the audio to what actually happened that night.

Rena transforms back into Alya and embraces Rocketear, who apologizes to her for his behavior. And then he just... rejects Shadowmoth's power while looking like it wasn't that much effort.

At least when Chloe and Alya did it, we saw them struggling for a little longer. I guess maybe it's because Nino is motivated by his love for Alya, but I think it should have been fleshed out more. So Ladybug purifies the Akuma, gives Nino a Magical Charm, and Cat Noir is still unsure about his feelings for Ladybug at the moment, though they still pound it.

Back in his room, Adrien ponders why Alya and Nino get to know their identities while he and Ladybug can't, but Plagg points out it's because she's the Guardian. It's brief, but I do like seeing Adrien start to doubt Ladybug's judgment, and it looks like it'll foreshadow future episodes. This is a problem I've had since “Hero's Day”, and I'm glad the writers are finally acknowledging this double standard. I just hope they don't end up blaming Marinette for whatever happens later on.

Marinette, of course, apologizes for what happened between Alya and Nino, and I have to say... yeah, no. It's obviously Nino's fault here.

Nino really pushed personal boundaries in this episode, much like Marinette's friends in “Gang of Secrets”. Yes, honesty is a valuable trait, but sometimes, people have secrets they want to keep to themselves. Nino's idea of “not hiding anything from each other” is somewhat controlling, like he's demanding Alya tell him everything whether she wants to or not. The fact that he immediately assumed Alya was cheating on him without giving her freedom to make her own choices doesn't make him look good. Let's be honest, a more realistic outcome would be Alya choosing to break things off with Nino or at least lecture him about how she can do what she wants and keep the secrets she wants. But instead...

And that's how the episode ends.

Okay, Marinette just said she trusted Alya to make the right decision, but I highly doubt she meant this. Marinette strictly said Alya had to keep Rena Furtive a secret, and now she's telling Nino this despite the risk? The whole reason Marinette and Luka broke up was because Marinette had to keep her secrets from Luka, but now it's okay for Alya to be completely honest? How is this not a double standard?

This episode was just dull, and there’s not even much I can really say about it.. There were a handful of standout moments, and the stuff with Adrien was somewhat compelling, but Nino's behavior was just insufferable and dragged the episode down. The Akuma fight was weak, only lasting about four minutes at most, and while the Lucky Charm was more creative this time, the plot was just frustrating. It's really one of the weaker episodes this season.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to watch the better Rocketeer.

[beatlevmania]

Ringo x fem!reader - scenes from a Liverpool restaraunt

Request: Can I request a Ringo x fem reader imagine or something where ringo takes reader to meet his family for the first time and she’s so nervous and he’s holding her hand the whole time/ staying close and they love her so much where they’re tryna get them to marry and make baby lmao

A/n: SUCH a cute idea! I took some creative liberties with this though just to pull the story together. Hope you like it! (If you understand the title reference, props to you!)

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Your hands trembled slightly as you applied a touch of lipstick to your chapped lips, making sure you didn’t mess up your carefully made up face. You capped the lipstick and admired yourself in the mirror, taking in your reflection- hair neatly curled and pinned back, a face of makeup (just enough but not too trampy -like), and your best dress. You smoothed out the wrinkles in the black skirt one last time, taking a deep breath to calm yourself down.

Today was the day you had been dreading for some time. Ever since Ringo had mentioned you meeting his parents, you had been a nervous wreck- all week, you had tried to pick out the perfect outfit, and got clammy hands whenever you thought of the fateful night.

The thing that made you the most nervous was the fact that his parents could make or break you and Ringo’s relationship. If they disapproved- Ringo respected them enough to end things with you. That’s why tonight meant so much to you- the future of your relationship was at stake.

Suddenly, you felt Ringo’s arms wrap around your waist, snapping you out of your thoughts. He hugged you tightly, resting his head on your shoulder. You stared at the two of you in the mirror in front of you. Ringo was dressed as smartly as you were, wearing a baby blue button down that perfectly matched his eyes, dress pants, and many a bejeweled ring to complete the formal look.

“You look stunning, my darling,” he murmured, placing a soft kiss on the side of your face. “Perfect.” He emphasized with another sweet kiss.

You exhaled in content, leaning backwards into his embrace. However, you unwillingly pulled away, glancing at the clock up on the wall.

“C’mon love, don’t wanna be late,” you said, grabbing your purse from the hook near the front door and pulling on your coat as he pouted jokingly, unhappy your intimate moment was over. However, he complied, following you out the door and into the car.

The ride to the restaraunt felt like eternity. Your foot tapped in nervousness on the car floor, and it took everything in your power to not hijack the car and drive yourselves right back to your apartment.

Ringo had been aware of your anxiety as well, and all week had tried to relax you. He didn’t understand why you could be so nervous- they were only parents; human, just like you and him. But nonetheless, he had been the most supportive boyfriend ever, and the drive to the restaraunt was no exception.

He turned on the radio, and an upbeat, popular Motown song blasted from the stereo. He hummed along playfully, singing out the lyrics he knew and making up hilarious words during the parts he didn’t. His efforts did put a smile on your face, and he squeezed your hand knowingly, proud his work paid off.

Eventually, Ringo pulled the car into the restaraunt‘ sparking lot. The Starkey’s has made reservations to meet you at a local restaurant, one of the fanciest Liverpool had to offer. Ringo parked, then got out of the car first in order to help you out of the passenger’s side. Offering a ring-adorned hand to you, he clasped your hand and helped you out of your seat. Before leading you into the steakhouse, however, he stopped you at the front entrance.

“Here,” Ringo pulled off one of his smaller rings off his pinky and held it in his palm. “I want you to wear this,” you held out your hand as he slid it onto your finger, you smiling a soft smile.

“Ritch...” you began, gazing at the ring. It was simple, silver, and had a blue stone set in the side.

“I just wanted you to wear it,” he explained, shrugging. “Wanted to make it feel like I’m always with you. So ‘ya don’t get so bloody nervous ‘round me folks,” he laughed, and you giggled as well.

“I love you,” you pecked him on the cheek, and he smiled proudly.

“Shall we?” He offered his arm to you and you took it, walking together into the warm heat of the restaraunt. Inside, it was dimly lit, smelling of fresh bread and wine. As soon as you crossed through the doorway, you saw Ringo’s parents waving at you two. You made your way to the table, where they stood up to greet you.

“Mum, Dad,” Ringo greeted his parents hsppily, pulling them both into warm embraces. You let him say his hellos before you did, then moving in for your first impression.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Starkey, Mrs. Starkey,” you shook both of their hands, making sure to look into their eyes, hoping your hand wasn’t as clammy as it felt.

“Mum, Dad, this is me girlfriend, (y/n),” he announced as you said your hellos.

“(Y/n), dear, you look very pretty,” Mrs. Starkey said, offering you a kind smile, which you accepted gratefully.

You all settled into your seats, and you reached your hand under the table to Ringo, who was sitting next to you. You felt around for his hand before you found it and grabbed it, just wanting to feel centered by him. He squeezed your hand reassuringly, fingering the new ring that adorned your finger. Feeling slightly more relaxed, you turned your attention to the conversation.

“So, (y/n), how’s our boy ‘been treatin’ ‘ya?” Mr. Starkey gruffly asked, sipping his drink. To be honest, Mr. Starkey scared you a bit- his demeanor was cold, and his face not as welcoming as the sweet Ms. Starkey.

“Ringo’s amazing, he really is. I’m so proud of him and all of his work with the Beatles, they really are the best thing that’s ever happened to England,” you replied cautiously. Thankfully, Mr. Starkey grunted in approval, and Ringo squeezed your hand in celebration.

.......

Feeling a bit more confident than when the night first began, you started coming out of your shell. You cracked a few of your best jokes, to the pleasure of everyone at the table.

Mrs. Starkey gushed over your outfit and hair, and asked questions excitedly about your occupation, obviously very impressed.

And Mr. Starkey even showcased a smile or two as you discussed the different musical groups of the fifties, his favorite topic.

The food came and went, and the conversation just kept flowing. When the group had finished ordering dessert, Mrs. Starkey laughed. “Richard, love, if you don’t end up marrying this girl, I will!” She joked, and you smiled in satisfaction. You were so relieved that the night went off without a hitch.

Ringo laughed at her joke, but began turning a light shade of red as his mother continued.

“I can’t wait to help plan the wedding. I’ve been waiting for this ever since me young Ritchie was born! None of Richard’s siblings seem that interested in marriage, so imagine me, the poor soul that I am, never being able to see my children married! Oh, and no grandchildren! (Y/n), dear, I absolutely must have grandchildren! Surely you understand,” she raved, never taking a breath.

You smiled happily at the thought— you and Ringo, happily married, house full of your children.

“Mum, come on, you can’t just bring that up right now,” he muttered bashfully, and Mrs. Starkey was quick to fire back.

“Well, Richard Starkey, I have plenty of other things to talk about. Lots of good tales of you as a wee lad,” she teased, and he blushed furiously.

“No Mum, you promised no baby stories!” He fumed, and you and Mrs. Starkey burst into giggles, the look on his face absolutely priceless.

.......

At the end of the night, you and the Starkeys stood in the lobby saying your goodbyes.

You shook Mr. Starkey’s hand, then went to say goodbye to his wife. However, instead of taking the hand you offered to her, she pulled you into a bear hug. Happily surprised, you smiled into her embrace.

“You’re a real keeper, Y’know,” she whispered, and tears almost filled your eyes, knowing your future with Ringo was now permanently in place.

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A/n: thanks for reading guys! I haven’t written in QUITE some time so hopefully this wasn’t too rusty. Make sure to send in all your requests and message me if you’d like to be added to the tag list!

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Adrien Protection Squad

So, I as said the other day, I got inspired by @juhavs ‘s post and I decided to write a fic (currently a one-shot, maybe I’ll write more chapters with time) about the guys and Marinette teaming up to keep Adrien away and safe from Lila and her clingy tendencies. By the way, this fic has some ships and mention of ships because… Well, I’m a shipper first and a person second, I have no excuse other than that. But please, do respect the ships that appear and don’t throw hate at me for them, that’s all I ask for. Also, a huge thank you to my beta @ren-sauce!!

@teresarosiadeviluke2112 @tressa-rose @kamihime @souleateralicestein I think you guys wanted to read it, please enjoy ;)

Nino kept staring at the picture in his phone. He still didn’t understand what happened; the very same day the photo was sent, the girl appearing in it had assured him she felt no romantic feelings for his best friend, also in the image, and yet, there she was, taking a selfie of her kissing his cheek.

As for Adrien, he was smiling. But it was a hesitant smile, forced, as if he’d just found himself in a trap. No matter the circumstances, it felt wrong. And the worst part? Nino was pretty sure it’d been his fault. Like he shouldn’t have trusted Lila in the first place.

As he let his mind question everything that might’ve led to that, Kim, Ivan and Max were getting closer to him, chatting amicably until they noticed the DJ’s sullen expression.

“Dude”, Kim broke the silence, “what’s got you so down? You’re practically making a hole to your cell phone by looking so hard.” When Nino showed them the picture their eyes widened. “Wait, Adrien and Lila are a thing? Why doesn’t anybody ever tell us anything?!”

“No, Kim, they’re not. But I can’t help but feel this whole deal is my fault, dudes…” Nino lamented, shielding his face with his hands and sighing tiredly.

“What do you mean “your fault”?” asked Ivan.

And so, Nino told them everything. From the part when he found Lila walking to school looking sad about not being able to go with her mother abroad because she had to catch up on schoolwork, to the part he’d received a photo of her kissing Adrien after he’d set them up to help her with homework because she had sworn she wasn’t in love with the model. 

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I think she lied to me!” Nino said.

“Now, now, let’s not accuse people of things we don’t know about.” Max defended, as he adjusted his glasses “It is highly unlikely of Lila to lie about something, especially when it comes to her feelings and grades. Besides, there’s always a logical explanation.”

“I don’t know, dude. Adrien does act like he prefers to be away from Lila for some reason.” The model’s best friend remembered, still not sure of what to think or do. “Just the other day, when Lila came, he eagerly took me aside to study for the exam we were taking that day.”

“I think we need a third-no wait, we’re already four-, a fifth person’s opinion. But who could know about what’s going on with Lila and Adrien, though?” The athlete of the group wondered.

“We could always go to the Liberty and ask Marinette.” suggested Ivan. “She said she’d meet Luka and I there today to prepare for Kitty Section’s next show, since Juleka and Rose had to run some errands.”

The boys exchanged a look. It was undeniable that Marinette was one of Adrien’s closest friends too, and she obviously cared a lot for him, in love with him or not, but she also didn’t think highly of Lila, so, perhaps, her opinion wouldn’t be the most objective one. 

As the guys pondered their options, Nino furrowed his brow. Marinette had exclusively told him and Alya she’d followed the both of them on Lila’s first day of school, claiming that event verified her suspicions of the girl being dishonest about her accomplishments. However, as crazy or wrong as it looked like when she first told them, now her words didn’t sound half as absurd as they did then.

While the others were arguing about which course of action to take, the DJ spoke up, “Guys, let’s go talk to Marinette.”

The young designer had, ironically, found herself an oasis of peace and calm in the chaotic boat belonging to the Couffaine family. Whilst she didn’t spend nearly as much of her time there as the members of the band did, she certainly enjoyed herself whenever she visited. Those visits allowed her to see the most passionate and creative side of her quietest classmates, and, if that wasn’t wonderfully touching enough, she could be a part of it by creating their outfits or recording their sessions. 

It was, in general, a nice, soothing environment she cherished dearly.

At that moment, she was spending some alone time with the blue-haired guitarist of the band, which made her heart beat a little faster and her cheeks feel a little hotter than usual. Marinette was sketching some of her latest ideas for the band’s next costumes, while she listened to Juleka’s brother playing a sweet tune with his guitar.

It was an odd experience, being alone with Luka. But in the good way. While the guitarist had a knack for making her lose her head, she wasn’t nearly as nervous nor stuttered half as much as she did around Adrien, making every single moment they spent together much more precious for her. Still, it was too soon to tell if she could move on from Adrien with him; on the one hand, the model seemed to be getting closer to Kagami every passing day, but on the other, he still found his way to her heart; be it a gentle smile, or a reassuring, well-meaning gesture. It didn’t matter, one of those and she was a goner.

As the pair of teenagers minded their own business, they were suddenly surrounded by the guys, startling them. Curiously enough, they all looked rather bashful, and even hesitant to even be there.

Leaving the weirdness of the scenery aside, Marinette greeted them nonetheless. “Um… Hi, guys! Did Ivan invite you all to come see the rehearsal?”

“Uh, no, actually.” Nino began, feeling nervous about the whole situation. Never mind that, though, they needed to know if his bro needed help or not. “We wanted to ask you which is your opinion of Lila and Adrien, Marinette.”

The baker’s daughter was taken aback. Did anything happen that she didn’t know of? 

Oh, no! Did Lila lie about me? Wait, even worse! Did she lie about her relationship with Adrien again!? Ugh, that brat!

The group of boys waited, anxious, except for Luka, who was just merely curious about the unexpected turn of events. Depending on Marinette’s answer they may have to come up with methods of protecting Adrien without being rude to the new girl, she likely didn’t deserve to be excluded. Right?

Finally, the designer spoke, mirth completely gone. “Whatever Lila’s told you about me, or her “relationship” with Adrien, is a lie. Don’t listen to her.”

That answer surprised everyone present; there surely had to be something going on for Marinette to reply like that before anything else!

“Marinette,” Kim tried to calm her down, “she hasn’t said anything about you or Adrien, but…”

“But?” Marinette arched an eyebrow.

“But, apparently, despite telling Nino she didn’t have a crush on Adrien, she sent a selfie where she was kissing him on the cheek. And Adrien… he doesn’t look particularly comfortable about it. What can you tell us about that?” Max completed for his friend.

If Marinette was suspicious before, now she was fuming. Kissing Adrien! On the cheek! And sending the picture! Without his permission! After telling Nino she didn’t see him as a potential boyfriend!? That… That was low, that was underhanded, that was vile, that-that was… Something Lila would do without batting an eyelash.

Despite all the scorn and rage she was feeling towards the brunette, Marinette managed to remain relatively calm. “The answer’s easy: Lila lied about not liking Adrien.” She said as she watched her friends’ eyes widen and their jaws slightly drop.

The boys exchanged nervous glances, the noirette had been a lot more blunt than they’d expected, even the blue-haired musician was slightly taken aback. Max, however, despite being the most rational person present, insisted on giving the Italian girl the benefit of the doubt. Probably because she’d promised him she’d take him with her to see the particle accelerator. 

“Marinette, we understand if, for whatever reason, you dislike Lila. But you shouldn’t accuse her of deceiving Nino so easily, perhaps, she kissed Adrien as a way of saying “thank you”, we don’t know if that’s just an Italian custom we do not share. 

“Not to mention, if you’re saying she lied about something like that, you are lowkey implying she has been dishonest about everything else. Which is highly unlikely because we’ve seen Chloé doing far more impressive things thanks to her father’s connections, so maybe- Marinette, did you just throw a napkin at my face?”

“Yup” she replied as nonchalantly as possible. “Why? Did it hurt you?”

“Of course not!” The young genius replied, obviously offended. “I am aware I’m not the most physically adept specimen there is, but do you really take me for such a weakling?”

“I don’t know, ask Lila. She’s the one who “saved” you from the napkin I’d thrown at her.”

Then, everyone present but Marinette and Luka froze. They’d all seen that interaction between the two girls, except for Ivan, but Mylène’d told him. It was true, Lila said she only caught the ball with her sprained wrist because she’d learned it could’ve hurt him.

But the evidence was clear as daylight now, Marinette hadn’t even directed the ball at Max, her objective always being the new girl; the napkin the designer did throw at him a few seconds back had only bounced off the moment it hit his glasses, he wore glasses, and, if that wasn’t already prove enough, Lila only complained about her wrist after Marinette had called her out on her acting.

Meaning…

“She lied about her sprained wrist just so she could get her food without even doing the minimal effort!” The group’s athlete snapped.

“How devious of her!” Max continued. “To use someone’s good will to her advantage like that! And to think I let her play us like a fiddle… All the facts were there!”

“But this means she’s also been lying to the girls too!” Ivan commented, clearly concerned about his girlfriend being lied to. Mylène was such a sweet, wonderful girl, she didn’t deserve such treatment, no one did.

As his friends kept trying to process the new information, Nino went back to the conversation Marinette had had with his girlfriend and him mere moments before the aforementioned incident took place, Marinette’s story replaying in his mind.

“So…” The DJ started “You’ve actually known about this since you followed her?”

“Wait, you actually followed her?” This time, it was Luka who’d asked, having remained quiet for the entire conversation.

Somehow, it wasn’t a question, more like a statement. But, deep down, the girl knew she’d have to fess up about everything if the boys were going to try and protect the boy she loved from that brat’s claws. Well, not everything. She still couldn’t tell them about her secret identity. Especially since everyone but Ivan were superheroes too.

So, mustering as much courage as possible, she nodded

“Yeah, listen guys, I’m not proud of what I did, but I don’t regret it either.” She began to explain, as best yet vaguely as possible. “I have to admit I followed them twice on Lila’s first day. My reasons definitely changed from one time to the other, but you must know, at the end of the day, it was worth it; thanks to that, I figured out what kind of person Lila Rossi truly is.

“The first time, I… I was actually jealous of how close she’d gotten with Adrien and I- I just panicked! But, guys, please believe me; deep down, I knew there was something off about her. So, I got inside the library with them. At first, it was just small talk, until Lila spotted a drawing of what looked like an ancient Ladybug in a book Adrien took out from his bag. The moment he showed the slightest interest in the superheroine her entire demeanor changed: she got closer to him, said something about girls not needing costumes to be amazing or whatever and, only then did she mention her “friendship” with Ladybug. 

“And listen carefully, because this was the first sign of Lila being far from angelic as she lets on, after they’d agreed on meeting at the park, Adrien’s bag with all its contents fell to the floor. From where I was, I could see how Lila used her foot to hide Adrien’s book-the one with the superheroes-behind her. The girl was a liar and a thief! That’s when my reason to follow her changed, I just had to know why she needed his book for. 

“So, that’s what I did. On her way to the park she stopped by a jewelry store and bought a necklace. Once in the park, she took the book out and put on the necklace, but the moment she saw Adrien approaching, that brat threw the book into the trash can!” Marinette could definitely feel Max’s horror at that particular scene, what kind of idiot doesn’t know books should be treated with respect?!

“What happened next?” Nino asked, concerned and appalled by the dudette’s story.

“Then, instead of talking about her friendship with Ladybug…” Marinette could feel her veins boil at the memory. “She started bad-mouthing her, saying she wasn’t that great of a hero, only to make herself look better in front of Adrien.”

“But that is nonsense!” Max exclaimed, comprehending Lila’s train of thought was proving itself to be a far bigger challenge than he’d previously predicted. “Being Ladybug’s friend was the source of her popularity, why putting her down? That’s just too contradictory to not appear suspicious.”

“Because she claimed to be the descendant of a superhero herself; Volpina.” As time went by, the baker’s daughter was growing visibly more tired of the Italian girl’s falsehoods.

“But… doesn’t she need a miraculous to, at least, make that claim believable?” Kim arched an eyebrow, missing the point to the girl’s lie completely.

“Oh, she had something similar.” The noirette explained. “She used the necklace to convince Adrien she was the current…” She was going to both dread and enjoy saying this to Nino’s face, knowing he’d be the most irritated one by the Volpina issue. “Fox miraculous holder.”

Soon enough, as the only girl present predicted, Nino’s expression changed from concerned to infuriated. So Lila had tried to fool his best friend by impersonating his girlfriend’s secret identity!? Oh, she was going down…

“Anyways, I got confirmation about her friendship with Ladybug being nothing but another fraud the moment the heroine herself appeared and called her out on her bullshit.” She finished. It felt so right to finally tell somebody about it!

“But blatantly lying to people like that for a person’s own gain is just despicable!” Max remarked.

“Yeah, dude! She’s been faking injuries and diseases to get things from us, injuries and diseases, man! What kind of person does that?!” The young swimmer roared, outraged.

“Also… didn’t Adrien almost got homeschooled again because he’d taken and lost something that belonged to his father the next day to that?” The gentle giant of the class pointed out. “She almost got the boy she supposedly likes life ruined!”

While the boys were, once again, trying to process Lila’s true colours, Marinette felt both inspired enough and so sick of the brunette’s selfish actions that she felt it was finally time to talk about one of the darkest moments of her life. If her experience gave Nino, Ivan, Max and Kim another reason to keep Adrien away from Lila’s manipulative ways, all the more reason to share.

“What do you expect from someone who threatens to isolate those who know she’s nothing but a liar when no one’s looking?”

Once again, everybody present froze, only this time, the temperature of the ship seemed to drop. Confessing about that horrible experience had been a huge leap of faith for the noirette, the only person besides her or Little Miss Show-Off who knew of that being Tikki, the little kwami being capable of doing only so much since she herself couldn’t reveal what took place in the washrooms without jeopardising her chosen’s secret identity.

The mere memory of it all made the girl sick, how someone other than Hawk Moth could have so little respect for others or feel absolutely no remorse for their misdeeds was beyond her. Even Chloé had people she cared about, in her own way… No matter what, the feeling of incompetence she felt when she couldn’t find a way to expose Lila or, simply, wipe that smug look from her face, clung desperately to the young superheroine whenever she was feeling at her lowest. She just hoped none of the guys noticed her shaking. 

But one of them did.

“She threatened you?!”

The bloodcurdling hiss had come from no other than Luka, who, instead of his usual calm and relaxed expression, now wore a mask of pure rage and contempt, which made him look even angrier than the time Bob Roth and XY stole their music and costumes from Kitty Section. The young designer actually feared he might attract akumas.

“Yeah…” She sighed, not really feeling like sharing that particular anecdote but knowing she should anyways. “When she came back to school, after I threw the napkin at her in an attempt to prove she was lying about her wrist, which only resulted in me turning into the bad guy, she followed me to the bathroom and tried to lie her way into winning me over.” She could already feel the tears forming in her eyes, but she went on. “However, I made it very clear then that I didn’t buy a single thing that came from her mouth, which she took as a declaration of war and swore she’d make me lose all my friends if I didn’t shut up and play her game. I’d never felt so helpless in my entire life!”

At that point, tears were running freely down her face, making her even more miserable than by retelling that conversation and making the boys uncomfortable but feeling  terribly sorry for what their dudette had gone through unbeknownst to anyone.

Despite that, Luka was the one aching the most.

He looked at Marinette. If she was involved in the new student’s scheme, he would be there for her. Because, just like Adrien deserved someone who’d help him make his feelings known, so did she. There were many reasons why Marinette was special; during the time Luka had spent with her, he’d found out she was the perfect blend between endearing and badass. While being shy, clumsy and even awkward; she was also quick-witted, brave and determined. Her very own superheroine.

When it came to Adrien, the guitarist knew he was the object of her affections. Nevertheless, his own emotions wouldn’t get in the way of giving someone in need a helping hand. Never. Moreover, although it was true his crush was infatuated with the model, if their “double date” at the ice rink was anything to go by, she’d demonstrated she was the blond’s friend first and she wanted nothing but for him to be happy. 

Yes, that was Marinette. Clear and sincere like the most beautiful melody. And he, as a boy who cared deeply for her, wouldn’t be less.

As the blue-eyed teenager tried to calm down her cries, she felt comforting arms wrapping around her. Wait a minute, she recognised those arms, strong and firm, yet gentle and caring. Sure enough, she turned her head and found Luka’s aqua eyes staring back at hers.

“Marinette,” The blue haired boy started. “I think I speak for all of us when I say you shouldn’t have had to endure all that on your own, and that… we’re deeply sorry you did.” He took a deep breath that caused the pigtailed girl to wonder about the importance of what was about to be said. “I promise, just like we’re going to prevent Adrien from getting hurt or manipulated by her, we’re going to do the same for you. Am I right, boys?”

There was a chorus of agreements and Marinette couldn’t feel any more relieved. They listened to her! And they wanted to be there for her in her times of need, too! She was so happy she could begin to cry all over again. But instead, she wiped away her tears and beamed at them.

“Thank you, guys. Really, it means a lot.” She smiled at her friends. “But I myself don’t need a protection squad, I know better than to be around Lila. What I want, though, is that you stand by me every time she does manage to hurt me or make me look like the bad guy. Even if it’s in the shadows, I want to feel supported.”

“You got it!” Promised Nino.

“Yeah, it’s so unfair that you’ve got to go through this alone, man. You can count on us!” Kim gave her a thumbs up.

“Now that we are all aware of what Lila is truly capable of, she will have to step up her game if she wants to play us like a fiddle ever again.” Concluded Max.

“Even if we have to find a way to make the girls more wary of her, there’s no way we’ll let her hurt you or Adrien, Mari.” Ivan assured her.

“And… you’ll have to be crazy to think I’d let someone like her toy with my friends like that, Ma-ma-ma-Marimanette.” Luka teased, making her blush.

For the first time in months, everything felt right again. As if there’d been a dark cloud darkening her day that finally disappeared and allowed her to enjoy the sun once more. Still, there was one other issue they had to face. The group’s drummer beat her to it, though.

“So… How do we protect Adrien from Lila?”

It was a good question. The brunette had a dozen tricks up her sleeve to get whatever she desired from people, be it her usual lies or more elaborate schemes, she always found a solution to get her way with things.

“Well, I think we obviously should-”

“Don’t even think about it, Marinette.” Max interrupted her. “Even if your intentions at exposing Lila are well-meaning, she’s managed to make you look like a jealous, insecure girl who has no right nor reason to dislike her at every attempt you’ve made.” The boy genius explained, adjusting his glasses again. “And given she still has the girls to back her up, being publicly cold or aggressive to her would do us more harm than good.”

They all looked at each other. The video game enthusiast had a point: straightforwardly confronting the Italian was a bad idea. 

“Then, what about if we just call Adrien over for help or something like that whenever she starts to invade his personal space instead?” The eldest of the Couffaine siblings suggested. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t seen the way the brunette clung to the blond at whatever chance she’d get. It felt so wrong and it was so sickening to watch, more so given the boy’s look of discomfort. He failed to comprehend how on Earth anyone but Marinette had never noticed the girl’s wicked actions before.

“That… could actually work!” The DJ said. “But what could we possibly ask the dude about without putting ourselves at her level and lying?”

“We could always ask him about his schedule. Whether his free time to hang out with him, something we don’t get to do very often, or what he’s supposed to do at his daily appointments. I’m sure, with time, we could get some real time with him he’d reserved himself where he could explain to us some doubts from previous times! That’d make it less weird.” The baker girl knew that schedule she had with all her friends’ appointments and activities would come in handy someday!

“That’s a great idea! But… what are we going to do with the girls if they start asking questions? We can’t just lie to them…” Ivan asked. Of the whole squad, he and Nino were the ones who’d have the hardest time hiding anything from their girlfriends; Ivan because he was a terrible liar, and Nino because… Well, nobody could really hide a secret from the school’s most stubborn journalist.

“We’ll just tell them the truth, from their point of view; we’re trying to be more involved in Adrien’s life. Since that’s what we’ll ask him, technically, it is not a lie.” Luka answered. Marinette was pleasantly surprised, for someone who barely spent time with Adrien, he was proving himself to be a very important part of the plan. 

“Ok, now that we have a plan, we need to make some points clear. Marinette,” The DJ addressed the designer, who wasn’t sure why she was the first point that had to be dealt with. “I think it’s best if you stay out of the plan at the beginning. Lila could use that against us, saying you’re taking advantage of the situation to spend time with Adrien while she can’t.”

As much as it saddened her to admit it, Nino had a point. If people thought she had jealousy issues, that was because they’d never seen Lila’s. It wouldn’t be wise to give the girl more reasons to isolate her.

“Very well.” She agreed.

“And… I think I speak for all of us when I say I’m sorry.” Her best friend’s boyfriend apologised, looking rather ashamed. “Had we listened to you sooner none of this would’ve happened, dude. You even went as far as to warn Alya and me and we still wouldn’t believe you. And it was that what led you to being targeted by Lila, for which I truly am sorry. Do you think you could ever forgive us, dudette?”

Marinette was touched, that was an understatement. Nino had finally seen the truth and apologised for not listening to her sooner, just like all the boys’ faces showed just by looking at them. And now… Now they were willing to be there for her, to stand by her, to help her keep Adrien away from harm; that was everything she’d ever wanted, really.

“I forgive you guys. Now, come on! We have a liar to stop!”

The “Adrien Protection Squad” was a go.

[therealcalicali]

I do not mean this in a negative way or is in no way criticizing you. I’ve just kind of noticed that somethings you add in your stories is before their time. It mainly small details such as Viking women wearing corsets, which as far as we know, they didn’t. Not a lot is known or at least completely confirmed during that time period so obviously you need to fill out. And of course you have the right to creative freedom when you write fiction. This was just something I have been thinking of.

Well, I've never written any of my characters as Heathen women. 🤔 Readers have always been Christians, foreigners or from faux Christians lands. The only half Heathen is in White Lies.

As with most writers, I do a great deal of research despite writing fiction. So here are some facts for you:

Historians are unsure if women wore hard stays (corset) in the early Medieval days or not. But light corsets and bodices were worn. They were made out of leather, linen and such fabrics and were sometimes stiffened with busks of wood or whalebone. Sometimes it was sewn directly into the garment or dress.

Furthermore, Fashion History reveals the first recorded corset originated from Crete in Greece, worn by the Minoan people. This was during Antiquity which is BEFORE the Middle Ages.

Images on ancient pottery show both WOMEN and MEN sporting form fitting belts and vests with leather rings or straps that constrict and shape the waist. 

Source

Here are just a few of the inaccuracies from Vikings. A show that has an actual paid research team:

1. Rollo And Ragnar Probably Never Met And Were Definitely Not Brothers.

2. Vikings Didn’t Call Each Other “Viking”

3. Lagertha Wasn’t As Badass As The Series Portrays Her. The whole concept of the “shieldmaiden” is based on Scandinavian folklore and myth, since there’s not even a single credible source that proves the existence of a group of Viking women who had chosen to fight as warriors. Sure, there’s archaeological evidence that proves a number of women took part in some raids and battles, but this was a rare occurrence, and most historians speculate that their role in battle was limited.

4. Viking Clothing In The Show Is Completely Wrong historians and researchers examining the evidence usually come to different conclusions. However, they would all agree that the Vikings didn’t dress with the kind of leather biker outfits that the show often depicts.

5. According To The Show’s Timeline Ragnar Should Have Invented Time Travel

6. Christians Didn’t Use Crucifixion As Punishment Or Execution

7. Soldiers Of Wessex Wear Italian Helmets Seven Centuries Ahead Of Their Time

8. The temple to Odin at Uppsala. The Historic temple was actually one of many stave churches and a hallmark of Christian architecture from the 11th Century onward.

9. King Alfred Was No Bastard And Had Three Elder Brothers. All Whom Ruled As King

10. There Was No "Judith". There Was Osburh And She Was No Whore. She was the mother of all of Athelwulf's children. Judith was a second wife down the line and never met Ecbert.

11. Saint Ansgar Is Depicted As A Failure In The Show (Which Was Not The Case At All)

12. Bizarre And Impractical Hairstyles, shaven heads and superabundance of tattoos, it would appear that great liberties have been taken with actual Viking culture and history.

13. Anachronisms Abound. Many of the Vikings are depicted as shaving their heads, including Ragnar, who apparently has his head covered in tattoos. There is no historic evidence that Vikings did that. Anyone who has lived in Scandinavia would be aware of the incredibly biting cold. To deliberately remove the hair from ones’ head when living in often icy conditions and sailing the open seas, would be insane.

14. There Is No Russia. The country did not exist under that name during that time period. Instead, the Old Norse term for that area would have been "Garðaríki". At the time, the future country was nothing more than a collection of cities.

🤘 Sources: Dr. Peter Hammond, Theodoros Karasavvas and The Ancient History Encyclopedia.

[kandadiff]

Another Slice of Life : The Grammy Afterparty 3

The afterparty was thrown not to far from the arena in Pop ART! A club that boasted its own swimming pool as well as complete privacy for its occupants. It was nestled in the Hollywood ills making it near impossible for paps to get a look at what was happening inside. Meaning everyone could just let loose.

~ Makayla outfit ~

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It didn’t take long for the party to get started, nearly 15 minutes in and everyone was taking out there frustrations or celebrations at the party. The music was loud and the lights were strobed and shined different colors along the big disco balls that hung from the ceiling casting the club in multicolors. Just walking in you could see both Miley and Katy dancing on different tables, Ian smoking a blunt by the door while talking to a short blonde girl who was obviously his starved model date and countless stars dancing. 

Zayn held Makayla tightly to him, he saw the way other eyes raked over her body. He felt a sense of pride surge through him that he was the one sucking a deep purple mark into her exposed neck. She pushed him off of her before he could make her deeper. “Stop, I have a shoot in a few days.” She pushed him back and took a gulp from the bottle she was holding. She angled it up to his lips and he shook his head. He took the bottle from her hands handing it to Sia who was at the nearby table. She gave a small smirk to him and he pulled her close.

“You’re my dream, Mic.” He said into her ear and she inwardly sighed. It was never ‘I love you’ with Zayn. it was always some other sentiment ‘you're a dream, you’re my angel.’ She leaned on his shoulder and he took her hand and laid it on his pocket. The ziplock bag left a small lump, her smile widened and there lips met. “Want some?” he said when she pulled away. 

Her brown eyes met his own and she nodded. He took her hand and headed to the bathroom. The girls restroom was filled and surprisingly so was there boys so they ducked in the corner of the small hallway and he opened the ziplock. 

It had about 6 pills and Makaylas signature mini-watergun which Zayn took the liberty of filling with Makaylas favorite Cotton Candy Brandy. His lips met here's again and he took three pills from the bag, popping them into his mouth. Washing them down with a few squirts of the bittersweet liquor. He tried to hide it with a smile when a few people walked out of the bathroom and looked at them, but when he realized more then half of them had glassy drugged up eyes or powder under there noses.

Makayla opened the ziplock bag and poured the remaining MDMA in her mouth and chased it with the last bit of Cotton Candy Brandy. She made a face as the tang hit her tongue and looked at Zayn who looked at her like she was in a dream which he once again repeated to her. He kissed her again as they made there way back to the party. 

~ Kay’s outfit ~

~

I wasn’t one who was usually for drinking but it was a celebration time. Sweet Trauma had won Best Group Song and best rock album while Taylor was nominated for just as many as us but only one one for song writing, for Never Getting back together. Her least creative song. I made sure to mention that to her which is why I knew she was talking about me when I passed her with my fruity drink in my hand as I tried to make my way to Jackson. He was standing by one of the tables... where'd he go? 

I shrugged sitting down at the table I had last seen him at and sipping on my drink contently. Before I even saw him Liam slipping in the seat in front of me. I was about to get back up not wanting to argue and ruin my mood but he placed his hand on mine. “Please don’t.” I sighed but stayed standing, leaning on the high table and took my hand out of his. 

“Okay.” I shrugged and an awkward silence followed. 

“Congratulations.” he offered.

“You too.” I said finishing off my drink and tapping my glass for one of the waiters to grab me another. I knew I would need it to talk with him. Another silence.

“I like your dress.” He said his eyes flashing to the red that covered my cleavage for a moment. 

“Thank you.” I said looking around, usually when I was around Liam I could count on Damien interjecting himself somehow but I couldn’t even see where he went off too. 

“I don’t know why you’re being rude to me when you're the one that broke up our engagement?” He said playing innocent. I hated when he did that, act like he was completely pure and his intentions were honest. I knew the truth, Makayla had told me, Liam kept asking who I was with and wanted to know if I knew he was with an older woman named Cheryl who apparently according to what he was telling everyone she was better than me in bed and he didn’t have to worry about catching something from her - please. “I’m trying to be nice and youre-”

“Are you trying to be nice or nosy?” I asked with a fake smile handing the waiter a $20 bill when he quickly returned with my refill. He thanked me and I quickly downed the drink and ordered yet another. He rushed off Liam looked at me disappointed. 

“You shouldn’t drink that.” He said looking down at the now empty glass. “You know you drink those like water, you don’t taste the liquor. Its irresponsible,”

“No” I shook my head “You telling people - my friends that you were worried about catching shit from me. But what you should be worried about is you breaking that old woman hip. I heard the replacements are expensive and since your group is falling apart...” I trailed off and shrugged. His jaw tightened. 

“I’m falling apart? People know who you are because of me.” He spat back. “And its not like I'm lying when I say that shit. You slept with all the band!”

The waiter came back with both my fruit drink and a shot. I cocked and eyebrow and he motioned to Draven who winked at me from the bar before heading off with Edward. I thanked the waiter and when he left I addressed Liam again before he could speak. “In threesomes that you arranged, if I recall correctly. So if you really want to put shit public I can put that public right now, how I witnessed time and time again you and zayn weird obsession with banging a girl in front of each other. So much so you got Niall involved.” I took the shot making a face as the liquid went down my throat. That was strong. Where was Damien? “So if you think I'm a whore, you should look in the mirror because you were as into it as me. Maybe even more.” He tightened his jaw at me again and he gripped his glass with white knuckles. “Also, stop asking who I'm fucking. I obviously have better taste now so don’t worry about me.”

“Damien?” He scoffed and leaned in, I smelled liquor in his breath and stepped back a bit. “we both know he doesn’t make you feel like I did.” I made a face. “You used to scream-”

He stopped talking when I threw my unfinished fruit drink in his face. He spit out the access as the color sunk into his expensive suit. Some of it splashed on people behind him and they turned angrily until they realized who it was and what I did. He stood there stunned for a moment as I addressed those who I accidentally splashed. “Sorry Lorde, Iggy.”

“It’s okay, love.” Iggy replied with wide eyes. Liam wiped the liquor out of his eyes and watched as I grabbed my purse and walked away unfazed by what just occurred. He followed me. 

~ Cassie Outfit ~

~ Hoodie outfit ~

~

Unfortunately or maybe not, the Kpop groups that attended the Grammys together stuck together. Maybe it was just comfort thing, if everyone around you spoke Korean, you didn't;t have to be self-conscious about your English. 

Hoodie was one of them, dancing nonsensically with Joy in the middle of the circle the Kpoppers formed. For a while Cassie joined them until Jackson came in the group and she turned her attention exclusively towards him. She did feel for Cassie, being a foreigner in Korea wasn’t easy. Shit, it wasn’t even easy for her and she looked the part - but on the outside she might be Korean but on the inside she was still a girl from Brooklyn and it showed. Especially when Andrew Hood douchily demanded the space they were in and she told him off in all her 5′0 glory. He was giving her the stink eye from across the club but she could care less. She scanned the cord trying to find her matching 5′0 friend, Adi Jonson who she knew when they were in the group Blu Gold by missy Elliot just before she was scouted for Red Velvet. Instead of waiting she took Joy and decided to try and find her on the dance floor. 

Cassie on the other could only be sitting closer to Jackson if she was on his lap. He didn’t seem to notice or if he did he didn’t mind much. Most of his attention was drawn to Namjoon anyway. “Jackson.” Cassie tugged on his shirt when he once again started talking about Adi Johnson and Kay Snow. He was chatting about them to BTS like they were all close friends already. While Cassie admired their rises to fame they were quite unfair. Both of them children of famous parents who only had to ask to be stars and were gifted it with silver spoons in there mouths and golden bows atop of whatever they wanted. She worked her way from the ground up. Her parents were middle class and thats what Jackson deserved. A girl who struggled who can relate to his one struggle. She tugged at his sleeve when he started to talk once again about them. When he turned his head his eyes lit up and she blushed until he stood up. 

“I was looking for you! YOU DID AMAZING!” He said pulling the short girl into a tight hug and leaned into her making her laugh. Adi Johnson’s infectious laugh filled the space and while everyone greeted her with warm smiles, Cassie rolled her eyes. Jackson brought around the circle introducing her to each group when she got to Cassie, the blonde gave her a big fake smile. 

“I love your album.” She said emptily. “You did good tonight.” That of course was an understatement. She won 4 times for various things, the only one to win more than her was Kitty Morrose at 5 times. Cassie looked at the way she had some in and saw a pretty blonde dancing to the rhythm of the music by herself. She didn’t recognize her and when Adi Johnson introduced her as Katya Leskova, someone she knew was going to be famous one day, Cassie found herself downing her drink. “Are you still with Edward Styles?” she blurted out just as Adi settled herself between Jackson and Yugyeom, who's eyes were locked on her. 

Adi looked at her a little surprised. “No.” she said simply.

“I liked you as a couple.”

“🍥He wasn’t good enough for her.” Yugyeom pointed out and Cassie shrugged with the same smile on her lips. 

“I’m going to get another drink.” Katya said to her “want one?” She watched Adi nodded and taehyung quickly stood up.

“I’ll go with you.” he said his accent sounding completely adorable to her. Maybe if her and Jackson didn’t work out she could go for someone in BTS. V was the sexiest one. If he found Katya good looking then it wasn’t a leap that he would find her good looking herself. She was pretty and blonde. 

“Who is Edward with now?” Cassie through it out there glancing over adis shoulder to where Edward was drinking with a dark haired girl she recognized from a few movies. They seemed awfully close. 

“🍥Do you want to date him?” Jackson laughed. 

How could he think that? “No” she replied “I guess I'm just curious.” Adi’s eyes followed her own on Edward and Cassie could tell she didn’t like the closeness they were exhibiting. Her eyes lingered on the girl until she headed to the bathroom. 

“Excuse me, bathroom break.” Adi said with a. charming smile that made Cassie scowl. Her eyes turned back to Jackson for a moment who asked the group what they thought of her. Her mood soured when they all agreed with her fears. She was charming and funny to them. It was all fake. It had to be. No one could be just friends with Jackson. However within a few minutes after Jackson finished his drink he was going to get ups to dance and she took this as her own cue to follow him. 

However as luck would have it, of course the golden beaded curtain was pulled back to reveal the rock genres and hollywoods newest darling. Kay Snow’s multicolored hair and signature smirk made her smile fade as quick as it appeared. Her eyes hooked on Jackson who's back was to her. She placed a finger to her lips to the boys of Got7 and BTS, the girls of Red Velvet held small smiles for her. Cassie wondered if they felt the same way about her as she did. She hated the way the boys faces were overcome with recognition, much like they were when Adi was with them just a short time ago. “Puppy! Are you hiding from me?” She called and Cassie couldn't even. Jackson wasn’t a dog. Though an argument could be made the way he tackled her like an excited dog. He hugged her so tightly and suddenly they fell on the leather couch next to Namjoon, who laughed when she laughed. 

“I missed you! of course I wasn’t hiding from you! Let me introduce you!” He said though made no effort to get off of her until JB told him enough and Namjoon had to pry Jackson from her. He introduced her to everyone and Cassies eyebrows cocked as she gushed over BTS. ‘A fan?’ Cassie doubted ‘She maybe knew one song of theres.’ 

She let out a heavy sigh when the boys (mostly the older ones) complimented her wins and Namjoon revealed he watched her in the fantasy show Winds of Winter and Jimin blew up Suga’s spot that he watched the movie Pulp Fiction about 100 times. Cassie was grateful when Liam - shirt throughoutly soaked in red liquid - popped his head through the curtain. He was upset, she would tell. She tensed a bit when she saw him.

“Hello,” he greeted politely to them. “Can I talk to you for a second, Kalyn?” He asked and she looked at Jackson . 

Both of them looked at each other at the same time, hitting noses and giggling at each other. “No” She said “I'm busy with my friends.”

“I really need to talk with you.” He insisted.

“And I really need you to leave me alone. I have nothing say to you.” She said and for a moment they were just staring each other down. Liam sighed and walked away and the smile appeared on Kay’s face again and she sat next to Jb and Jackson. 

“So when can I sing with you guys?” She asked Namjoon. Cassie quickly ordered two more drinks, she would need them. 

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[webkinz-05]

You do art???? Oh that’s so cool!! I think it’s really pretty, can I request art for my Quackity kin? I had a scar over my eye like in canon, but also one above the brow of the other eye, quite a thick one, I also had one on (my right) bottom lip. The scarred over eye was milky white and blind and the other was dark brown. My hair was really long, and scruffy, falling down my back from under my beanie and I had bangs. I was missing my left arm from halfway down the bicep. I had one of those shirts with the frills on the chest??? Like in Hamilton lol and it had puffy sleeves near the cuffs, but one was obviously tied off!!

I had yellow wings that were scarred on like the actual… muscle area? BUT I could still fly there was just scars there :D and the sword I carried was like a scabbard. I was a pirate >:)

Thank u in advanced!!!!!!!

So so sorry this took so long! It should be posted now!! I hope you like it :D 

I got a little confused about what you meant by the wing scars, but I think I figured it out ^_^ I also took a few creative liberties on your outfit, so I hope you dont mind! ✪ Mod Honk ✪

[unwrittenlibrary]

The Five Degrees of Losing You

Summary: Harry starts talking to an old friend, and you lose him to her in five stages. 

Warnings: cheating / emotional cheating 

Requested: Kind of. I took creative liberty with a request I got and changed it up a bit, you’re not Harry’s fiancé like the request asked. 

I. The Realization.

You’ve noticed Harry using his phone more and more in the past two weeks. He usually strayed away from staying on it too much, wanting to keep away from social media and the internet for both your sakes.

Obviously something, someone, had changed that.

“Darling, do you want chicken or steak tonight?” You call from the kitchen looking at the meats in your freezer, trying to decide which one to defrost.

After a minute with no response you walk towards your living room and find Harry enthralled in his phone.

“Harry?” You ask, he looks at you with a poorly concealed annoyed look and you frown, “Steak or chicken for dinner?”

“Oh.” He mutters, looking down at his phone, “I’m not gonna be home for dinner. An old friend is in town and I’m meeting them.”

You look down at your feet, he wasn’t staying for dinner tonight? It was your guys date night, your night to choose to be exact, and he was ditching you.

You give him a sad smile and nod, “Okay, I’ll just order something then. No use in wasting steak or chicken for one person.” He doesn’t respond just looks back down at his phone, and you make your way to the bedroom.

You can feel yourself losing him.

II. Watching You Leave.

Her name was Emily. She was an old friend from school and had moved to London for a job opportunity.

You had yet to meet her, Harry was keeping her to himself, only introducing her to a few of his close friends.

“Don’t wait up tonight, okay?” Harry presses a kiss to your forehead as he wonders around the living room looking for his shoes.

“I will.” You frown, you could never sleep well without knowing Harry was safe and that meant having him in bed with you. Harry wasn’t good at checking in throughout the night. 

He sighs as he slips his shoes on, “You complain about being tired in the morning, you wouldn’t be if you didn’t wait up.”

“I wouldn’t be wait up if you didn’t go out all the time!” You exclaim, watching as he stops to stare at you wide eyed. “I- Have fun. I’ll see you later.” You stand up and begin towards the bedroom.

You expect Harry to follow you, he always does when you close yourself off like this. But instead you hear the front door slam shut behind him.

You close your eyes tight, willing the tears to go away.

III. Saying Goodbye.

You know it immediately from the look on his face when you come to the kitchen for breakfast.

He doesn’t know how to say it, how to break your heart into a million pieces and part of you doesn’t want him to. Part of you wants him to never say it and for you to live in ignorance.

“How long?” You mutter, not taking a seat at the breakfast he had set up for you on the island counter.

Harry doesn’t’ respond at first, looking down at his feet embarrassed, “Answer me!” You yell, you feel tears in your eyes and you’re so sick of crying over him.

“Just a few weeks.” He finally whispers, “I’m so-”

You shake your head, “What does she have?” You press your back against the wall and fall to the floor. “Why?” 

“She’s- She is like home, and that’s what I need at this time of my life.” He wants to explain the feeling of warmth he gets when they hang out, how much she reminds him of home. But he can’t bare to hurt you more, you deserved better than that.

“You’ve known her for like two months!” You yell, wiping frantically at your eyes and turning away, you didn’t want him to see you crying.

“I’ve known her since I was ten.” He shakes his head.

“That’s-” You shake your head, “She’s not the same person she was when you were an unknown in grade school.”

“If you’re implying-”

You cut him off with a look, and the two of you go silent for a few minutes. You’re watching as he looks anywhere but your face. 

This is how it ends between you two? 

“Get out.”

IV. The Aftermath.

A week later Emily and Harry were splattered all over the newspapers, her instagram had gone public and pictures of him from the past two months had caused a frenzy.

People were asking how long you guys had been broken up exactly, and why nobody knew. You didn’t have the heart, or strength to answer any of them.

A month after that you end up at the same party as them, watching as Harry stands idly by as Emily recounts the story of their first date to people neither of them know.

“Y/N.” You turn to the stranger saying your name, “I’m Matt. A friend of Harry’s.” He offers you a hand which you hesitantly take.

“How do you know my name?” You ask suspiciously, finally looking away from the couple.

“Harry has-used to have- a picture of you in wallet, would brag about you to all of us.” Your heart drops at Matt’s mention of him, why did people think bringing him up was a good thing?

“Oh.”

“Sorry, that was dumb.” Matt shakes his head, “I just- I’m sorry about what happened, I wish we had said something to him when he introduced her to us but I was just-”

“It’s fine.” You cut him off, not wanting to hear anymore. “It doesn’t matter now.” You turn to look at Emily and Harry again, only to find Harry staring at you.

You quickly look away and begin towards the door, this party was boring anyways.

V. You Losing Me.

“Y/N!” You hear him call after you as you hastily walk down the sidewalk. The air is cold, biting against your skin. Why had you thought walking was a good idea?

“Y/N!” He’s closer to you, his long legs and warm outfit probably helping him out a lot as you try to rush away.

“Please, stop.” A warm hand wraps around your wrist and you freeze, refusing to look at him.

“What do you want?”

He pulls you towards him, but you plant your feet firmly on the ground. “I- You were right.”

You look at him, eyes ablaze with anger, “About what? Her only coming back into your life because she wants Harry Styles, not Harry? I know.” You roll your eyes and cross your arms.

Harry takes a deep breath, “I know I messed up, but if you could-”

You cut him off with a sharp laugh, “No.”

-

Hello! Long time no see! (It’s my fault) To start off, I don’t have any certain morals about cheating and staying together (I know some refuse to to out them back together again) but this felt like the right ending.

Nonetheless I hope you enjoyed this, I don’t do Harry angst much, I think this may be the first or second time. As always, I hope you have a great day and thank you for reading!!