#s: elizabeth x adrien

[starlingsrps]

where the spirit meets the bones.

on her fourth day in paris, elizabeth comes downstairs in slacks and a sweater, fully expecting to be left alone yet again. dad's meetings at the embassy seem endless and whatever mother has found to entertain herself keeps her out of the house for most of the day - if things keep at this clip, she can do as she likes during the day and make her appearances at dinner until her classes start in january and she can actually use the excuse of being busy. mother is decked out in full dress and holding a cup and saucer that she desperately hopes is meant for her.

“you’re going out with me on my errands today,” she says, pushing the cup into her hands. “you’ll need to meet our vendors.”

lizzie sips the coffee, willing it to help her mother's words make sense. “isn’t that what the housekeeper is for?”

mother sighs as though lizzie is the one making foolish demands. “it will be good for you to get more experience running household.” she leans across the banister, inviting her to lean in. “and i don’t trust justine to do it the way i like. you know exactly how i like things.”

elizabeth sighs now, the sound identical to her mother’s and knowing it. “fine. let me go change.”

she combs out her hair neatly because if her mother is already this high strung, a sloppy part may very well send her into full blown distress. mother doesn’t care for justine but her things have already been unpacked the way she likes them and it doesn’t take her long to find her favorite suit and pumps. she’d hoped for a bit more time to herself before having to put on the dog and play ambassador’s daughter but she supposes four days is enough to ask for. she finds the gloves and bag that match and marches downstairs for inspection, only to march up again when mother asks if she’s sure about that hat.

she remembers, more vividly than she'd like after this long, the way michael had always referred to it as lizzie punching in for a day at the diplomat daughter factory when her neat and tidy suits and quiet manners came out for outing with parents. he promised that she'd never have to do that once his career got off the ground but, as she touches up her lipstick and adjusts her hat, she knows that probably wouldn't have been the case and it's no use imagining otherwise.

back to work.

the second hat meets with mother's approval (it should, as it she bought it) and they leave. paris is not yet paris again, she can tell that much as they stroll from avenue foch to the shops. the florist first, the edges fray a bit more. the germans left this genteel part more or less intact when they ran but she imagines that its far different the further west and south they go. for all her sins, mother puts her money where her mouth is when she talks about supporting local businesses on their postings. she’s a picky, particular pain in the ass but she pays well for the perfection she expects. that will simply have to be the background music in her head as she listens to her gentle demands.

the florist is their first stop, managed by a fussy little woman who’s a woman after mother’s own heart. elizabeth is introduced and then the two cheerfully complain about the impossibility of getting tulips from holland this past spring and she wonders if she slipped into an alternative universe.

“mother, they were starving.”

“i know, elizabeth.” she turns back to madame delauney. “we simply could have been better informed of shipping delays, isn’t that correct?”

she smothers a sigh and decides . those are her usual words - lizzie is right but she’s correct and that will always hold more power. they leave madame delauney and continue making their way down the list - a tailor for dad, a seamstress next door to him that she almost trusts, the grocer and a wine merchant. their butcher, a man named yves with a face and voice like thunder in the marais, seems especially unamused by her tittering. she issues her first apology of the day to him and he seems to mostly accept it.

they have to cross the river for the boulangerie and mother loops her arm through lizzie's and sighs happily. "it's so good to have you here, darling," she says, patting her arm. "dad simply doesn't understand how much work goes into all of this."

it softens lizzie a little bit and she smiles. "it's good to be here. i was getting a little lonely in washington with just matt and his friends."

another pat, this one consoling. "i know it must be difficult right now with all of the -" her voice drops to a murmur, as though she's about to say something wicked or curse like a sailor "-weddings but think of this as a fresh start."

though she knows what she means is finding a nice young man in the diplomatic corps settle down with and restart the plans that were put on hold by the war and buried along with michael, elizabeth agrees. she just has very different ideas of what that will look like.

the boulangerie is scrubbed clean with the radio on low. it's close to noon so that the shop is empty doesn't surprise her all that much. there’s a slim, pretty girl at the counter with curls so wild that she’s amazed they haven’t given mother a heart attack yet. she slides her book under the counter and gives them a smile that elizabeth recognizes the sharp edges of. “bonjour, madame ambassador. was there a problem with the delivery this morning?”

mother waves her free hand as though to dispel any notions lizzie might have that she's ever been remotely difficult here. “no, no, of course not. my daughter has joined the ambassador and i, and i’m introducing her to our lovely shopkeepers.” she cranes her neck to look through a doorway behind the counter. "is your delightful brother in today?"

the girl smiles wider and hops off of her stool. "oh, of course he is. i'll fetch him."

she disappears through the doorway and mother pats lizzie's arm a final time before dropping it. "they're very nice here," she says, adjusting her hat. "it's a family operation. you should always support small, family businesses elizabeth, wherever you're able. it's very important to support the community."

lizzie hums in acknowledgment and skirts closer to the counter to read the signs on the wall to see what they carry. her mother’s french is polite at best but elizabeth’s is fluent and sharp - she catches the rapid fire conversation in the back and wants to laugh. if her mother hadn't told her this is a family operation, the shopgirl and her brother's conversation would have certainly given it away.

that woman is back, she says.

does she have a complaint again, he asks. he has a voice that could be rather nice to hear under the right circumstances, deep with a hit of a rumble, but he sounds flat and unamused at the moment.

no but she has a daughter.

a long silence followed by an even longer sigh.

or she can talk to them but…

fine but she's being a brat.

then there are footsteps and lizzie has to pretend like she wasn't eavesdropping. the shopgirl first, trotting ahead looking triumphant at having won, her delightful brother on her heels. her first thought is that he’s handsome but would probably be more so after sleeping for a week. he's tall and broad shouldered with the same blue eyes as his sister and a terribly serious face that makes her want to make him laugh.

"madame ambassador," he says with the same edged, careful smile as his sister. "always a delight to see you. and this is?"

"my daughter, elizabeth. i've told you about her, my little scholar. she'll be at the sorbonne in the spring but she's my little lieutenant until then." lizzie silently begs for her to stop saying little. "she'll come in when i'm not able to, if needed."

funny that - two days ago she was throwing away her youth and life with both hands but now she's a scholar. of course she brags about it when lizzie isn't present which pleases some primal part of her but from the way the baker is eyeing her, he was probably expecting an insufferable prig. he glances at her left hand so fast that it could probably just be an eye twitch but it makes something spark in her brain.

though she's right handed and it feels a bit awkward, she offers her left hand for shaking, if only so he can feel for himself that there's no band there. there hasn't been for awhile, not since she very awkwardly mailed the family ring back to the hamiltons. he takes her hand for a very correct, polite handshake but he has such lovely hands and looks directly into her eyes in a way that makes it feel anything but.

his hands are clean but there's a trace of flour left behind on the black suede of her gloves, like a little ghost of his touch.

"a pleasure to meet you, mademoiselle ballard," he says. "adrien cormier and this is my sister, marie françoise."

from the corner of her eye, she sees the girl give him a poisonous look and mutter under her breath before returning her attention to mother.

"and you as well, monsieur corimer." she turns to see if mother is still talking to (at, really) marie françoise and then back to him. "elizabeth, please," she adds in french. "i imagine after all she's put you through already, we may as well be on a first name basis."

he lets out of a whiff of a laugh, the sound weak and rusty but she imagines he hasn't had much cause to laugh in recent years. "very well, elizabeth then. adrien. and she prefers manon." the poisonous look vanishes. "have you been in paris long?"

"i docked a few days but this is my first time out and about." he's using the informal tu already and she knows she should have stronger opinions on the assumption in that single word but can't bring herself to care. there's something familiar in him, for all that she didn't know he existed five minutes ago.

"and what do you think?"

"lovely, if a bit sad." she glances again at mother and manon. "i don't think she understands what you've all been through. if she's done or said anything out of order, i do apologize."

he just looks at her for a moment and lizzie gets the impression of being measured. "thank you," he says simply and yes, that was an apology that needed to be delivered.

"of course. should i rescue manon or…?"

he shakes his head. "consider it justified."

[carewyncromwell]

[Fantastic Beasts] Fawcett Family Moodboard

~~Inspired by an ask submitted by @magical-retales ~~

Face claims in order from top-left to bottom-right: 

Viggo Mortensen as Grover; Minnie Driver as Clara; Judi Dench as Alice

Tim Curry as Enoch; Adrien Brody as Eli; Elizabeth Debicki as Emilia

x~x~x~x

The Fawcetts are a clan primarily made up of Ravenclaws. They reside in Ottery St. Catchpole, a stone’s throw away from other well-known magical families like the Diggorys and the Weasleys. Like their neighbors, they are open-minded about magical ancestry and progressive when it comes to Beast and Being rights, but what sets them apart is how passionate they are about academic and societal achievement. While the Diggorys put their family first and the Weasleys put what’s morally right first, the Fawcetts believe that one should always strive for the very best and never rest on one’s laurels when it comes to anything. In contrast to the Diggorys and Weasleys, as well, the Fawcetts are “new blood,” so to speak, among prominent magical families, with their most famous members, Reginald and Percival Fawcett, having made a respectful name for themselves as head of the Departments of Magical Law Enforcement and the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, respectively, back in the mid-1800′s. Therefore high expectations were placed on Reginald’s only son Grover and -- by extension -- on Grover’s children. 

Grover Fawcett soon enough honored his father Reginald’s legacy by becoming a well-respected member of the Minister for Magic’s support staff. The sudden death of his wife Clara Diggory-Fawcett, however, crippled Grover significantly, leaving him feeling ill-equipped to look after three young children on his own -- particularly his middle child, who had started expressing disinterest in following the family legacy or in pursuing academics much at all. Grover thus enlisted the support of his mother Alice, a very stern and conservative woman who hoped to “groom” Grover’s children into a proper gentleman and ladies who could build on their grandfather, great-uncle, and father’s successes. Unfortunately, that middle child -- the one who would eventually be known the world over as the comedic film actor Eli “Funnyman” Fawcett -- was a square peg being shoved into a circular hole, and no matter what, he would just not satisfy his grandmother’s high expectations. 

This isn’t to say there was no happiness in the Fawcett home, after Clara’s death -- in fact, one could say that in those days, the child that would become known as Eli, who preferred to just be called “Fawcett” in those days, was the sunshine that kept the Fawcett home from becoming too cold, dreary, and serious. His jokes never failed to make his brother Enoch cackle with laughter, even when he was at his most anxious. His dancing was so expert that even his younger sister Emilia, who he never saw eye-to-eye with, always forced him to dance with her at parties. His father always spoke so fondly of how his second-born child’s hazel eyes would shine just like his mother’s. And even overly critical, stern Grandma Fawcett couldn’t not crack a smile, whenever he played the piano. 

Despite these little pieces of joy, though, the pressure on that second child became heavier and heavier over time, making it more and more difficult for him to keep that smile on and soldier through. When he finally left Hogwarts with no NEWTs and no career path forward in the Wizarding World, it was made very clear to that child that would become Eli Fawcett that he was a disappointment to his family and that the only way he’d be able to make himself “useful” to them was through a good marriage. Surely his sunny disposition would be enough to net him and his family a successful match, at least! For the second-born Fawcett, however, that was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Without a second thought, or even much thought in the first place, he packed a bag and boarded the first boat out of England to the United States, prepared to make his own life in an entirely new country and -- ultimately -- in an entirely new world, living largely like a Muggle. 

To this day, a decade or so later, Eli has not seen his family in person. He remains in written and telephone correspondence and occasional Floo contact with Enoch, who even now tries to mend the broken bonds between his younger sibling and the rest of the family, but otherwise, Eli hears very little from his family. And in return, the Fawcetts -- again, aside from Enoch -- rarely talk about Grover’s “delinquent second daughter,” out of shame both from how he’s reflected badly on them in polite society and from how they ultimately know it was their fault that he’s lost to them. 

[inner-sakura]

Hypothetically Ever After

[childhood friends AU, adrienette, slowburn, fake/pretend relationship]

With only two weeks of summer vacation to spare, Marinette enlists Adrien’s help with a task of utmost importance.

“I need you to help me seduce your brother.”

Quite predictably, nothing goes according to plan.

a fic loosely inspired by @starrycove​’s Brothers AU from approximately 9835 years ago that has lived in my head and my heart ever since.

read it on: ff.net | AO3

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chapter seventeen

[10:04] Adrien Agreste:                                                                                     

good morning!

[10:04] Adrien Agreste:                                         

it looks like it’s gonna be rainy again today. which sucks butt because i wanted to go on a picnic :’(

[10:05] Adrien Agreste:                                           

but i thought we could maybe hang out at my place instead? my dad and brother are gonna be out for most of the day so we’d pretty much have the place to ourselves  

[10:08] Adrien Agreste:                                          

if you want to that is! no pressure if you’re busy or something. just thought i’d see!

[10:45] Marinette Dupain-Cheng:                                               

morning :)

[10:46] Marinette Dupain-Cheng:                          

yeah that sounds like fun! i’ve got nothing planned today really. plus it’ll save me from being roped into another of my dad’s home reno adventures. he’s installing shelves in the basement today…

[10:47] Marinette Dupain-Cheng:                             

...which means i woke up to an ungodly crashing sound and my mother screaming 'TOM WHAT HAVE YOU DONE NOW'

[10:47] Adrien Agreste:                                                                        

oh god is he okay??

[10:49] Marinette Dupain-Cheng:                                 

all of his limbs are still attached and accounted for, so i’d say it’s a win.

[10:50] Marinette Dupain-Cheng:                       

 at this point, i’m not sure whether i should be more worried about my mother doing him in or him accidentally maiming himself

[10:50] Marinette Dupain-Cheng:                                     

anyway

[10:51] Marinette Dupain-Cheng:                             

let me get ready and i’ll be over around 12ish k?

-x-

As Marinette marched over to the Agrestes’ house later, her arms laden down with items, she cursed her lack of foresight when it came to packing cute, rain-appropriate apparel.

Although Adrien had informed her Félix wouldn’t be home, she wanted to be prepared just in case. So she’d picked her outfit with extra care, taking the time to apply an additional coat of mascara before leaving on the off chance that she did happen to run into him.

Now, however, as she squelched through the ankle-deep mud, dressed in her mother’s old rain boots and an oversized raincoat that had once belonged to her father, she prayed fervently that Félix wouldn’t be there after all.

Because, despite it having worked out for Elizabeth Bennet in the end, Marinette was seriously doubtful that if she showed up looking like a water-logged rat on the doorstep of her own Mr. Darcy that things would play out quite the same way.

She clomped up the walkway, feeling less like a heroine in a period drama and more like a workhorse, pre-industrial revolution.

In other words, I’ve never felt more beautiful, she thought with a wry twist of her lips, groping blindly for the front door.

When her fist met air—not wood, as expected—she looked up, peeking out from underneath her hood.

Adrien stood in the open doorway, staring down at her with his eyebrows raised.  

Marinette blinked, surprised to find him already there. She hadn't sent a message to let him know she was on her way, which meant he must have been watching for her from the window in order to have timed it so perfectly.

Was he...waiting for me?

The thought would have been much cuter if he wasn’t currently looking at her like she was an abandoned kitten in a cardboard box, or a sickly street urchin begging for change.  

“Are you gonna let me in, or are you content to keep staring at me like I’m the little match girl here to peddle my wares?” He moved aside quickly, letting her through. She shoved what she'd been carrying into his arms, taking care to make as little mess as possible as she removed her sodden outerwear.

“Where should I put these?” She gestured meaningfully, her muddy boots held aloft.

Adrien looked up from where he’d been snooping in the box of pastries, considering her briefly.

He eyed the way she was dripping mud onto the once immaculate floor.

“Better put them in the garage,” he decided at length. “Here, you take this and I’ll deal with them.”

They traded objects, boots and jacket for the box of baked goods.

Turning left, Adrien made his way down a side hallway, leaving Marinette to continue straight, coming to the point where the main hall fed out into the great room.

Even though it was bleak and rainy outside, the room was still relatively bright thanks to the floor-to-ceiling windows that took up most of the wall space. She ignored the spectacular view they provided though, walking past the sleek sofas and unlit fireplace that made up the main seating area, heading directly for the open-plan kitchen.

She set the large box down on the counter, content to rid herself of the burden at last.

Her mother had all but shoved it into her hands as she was on her way out the door, instructing her not to eat any of them as they were intended for the Agrestes.

Because, in Sabine’s words, “those poor boys and their father don’t eat enough.”

Marinette peeked inside, taking in the slew of goodies that had been meticulously laid out. A mouth-watering assortment of croissants, danishes, breads, and tarts filled every corner, piled in sweet-smelling layers. Marinette opened the box more fully, intent on putting the things that needed to stay cool in the refrigerator.  

A hand reached around her, plucking a danish from the pile.

“Mm, apple! My favourite.” Adrien let out a pleased hum, eyes fluttering closed as he savoured the flaky pastry.

“Yeah, my mom made sure to include a lot of those. And the tarts that she knows your dad loves, even though he pretends not to,” Marinette smirked, sticking her head in one of the cupboards, rifling around until she found a container she thought might be big enough.

"A-ha!" She crowed triumphantly, waving a plastic container and lid in the air as she emerged. There really was no greater joy known to man than finding tupperware with a matching lid, she thought with no small amount of satisfaction.

Spoils in hand, Marinette began transferring the tarts one by one, making sure none of them got squashed or damaged in the process.

“You look like a pro,” Adrien remarked from where he was leaning against the counter. He had already begun eyeing the box for his next treat, having demolished the first in no time flat.

Marinette snorted. “Yeah, well I’ve definitely got a lot of practice at it. Boxing things up is pretty much the only job my parents have deemed safe enough for me to do in the bakery. And even then, they won’t let me near the bigger things like the cakes and pies." She made a face. "It has been deemed 'too risky' in light of my... capabilities.”

Or lack thereof.

Adrien pressed his lips together, clearly understanding the unspoken message. He looked like he was trying very hard not to grin at the mental image. “I can only imagine the kind of devastation that had to be wrought in order to come to that conclusion.”

She put on a grave face. “We lost many good men that day.” Handing him a spinach and feta mini quiche, she closed the container, sliding it into the nearly empty fridge.

“What the hell do you people even do for food?” She marveled, taking in the lack of anything that even remotely resembled human sustenance inside. It was mainly full of beverages: bottles of strange-looking juices and meal supplements lining the shelves.

“Our chef comes by around meal times and makes something usually. Breakfast is often liquids only though.” Adrien grimaced in distaste. Marinette echoed the sentiment.

“That should be illegal. Breakfast is the best meal of the day and the single greatest thing humankind has ever invented.”

“I know,” Adrien nodded. “That’s what I’ve been saying. Another reason why I’m thankful to sneak these treats whenever I can… Your parents’ food is so good.” He shoved the rest of the quiche into his mouth. “So much better than celery juice.”

She patted him on the back as they made their way upstairs. “Whatever you do, don't let my parents hear you say that. Knowing them, they’ll never let you leave my house again without at least fifteen pounds of leftovers.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” was all he said.

-x-

“We could always watch this one...”

“Adrien, for the last time, I am not watching The Notebook again.”

“But it’s my favourite movie!”

“I know this, and I love you, but if I never watched another Nicholas Sparks movie adaptation in my life, it would be too soon.”

A sigh. “So I guess that means A Walk To Remember is off the table then…”

Marinette groaned, ignoring his pouting. They had been trying to decide what to watch for what felt like hours now, unable to agree on anything when it came to genre. Marinette, who was more a fan of action and thriller, kept trying to steer Adrien in the direction of a new zombie movie that she’d been dying to watch. Adrien, who was not a fan of anything involving gore, murder, or monsters, had balked at the suggestion, putting forth his own pick: another goddamn romantic comedy about a plucky heroine living in the big city, dealing with love and other misadventures. Marinette had refused.  

And so, they were at an impasse.

“What do you have against romantic comedies anyway?” Adrien asked sullenly from where he sat at the other end of the sofa.

She raised an eyebrow, throwing him a smug smile that she knew would set his teeth on edge. "You mean other than the fact that they're corny and unrealistic?" He blew her a raspberry. "Then how about the fact that no self-respecting person in their right mind would ever get up in front of a crowd of complete strangers and dramatically declare their love for someone?" Adrien, she was amused to note, appeared extremely affronted by her frank assessment.

"You—gah—that's—!" When it became clear he was too aghast at her words to formulate a proper response, Marinette continued.

“Sorry, but everything about them just seems so far-fetched. Not to mention the logistical nightmare required to get most of those grandiose gestures to even happen..." She shook her head. "If I’m gonna watch something that forces me to suspend my disbelief and critical-thinking ability, then I’d rather it actually have something interesting in it. Like aliens. Or lots of explosions.”

Adrien's face was scrunched up, his sulk quite pronounced now.

“That’s the whole point though! It's supposed to highlight how far people are willing to go—risking humiliation and making themselves vulnerable all in the name of love." He leaned forward, his eyes taking on a fevered sort of intensity. "That’s what makes it romantic!”

His face lit up as he warmed to the topic. It was, after all, one of his favourites. “If someone was willing to go that far and stage some kind of grand gesture in an effort to woo me, then I would know it must mean they really loved me. And I’d be perfectly content with that.”

Taking in the gooey expression he was wearing, Marinette shuddered, her skin crawling at the mere notion. “I’m pretty confident that the idea of being forced to shave my head and run buck-ass naked down the Champs-Elysées would be preferable.”

“And that is why you suck,” Adrien grumbled, crossing his arms and flopping back onto the cushions.

"That is why I'm a realist."

"More like a real pain in the ass..." He muttered under his breath. Marinette chose to ignore him, turning her attention back to the matter at hand.

“Well, how about Crimson Peak then? I know for a fact that one has romance.” She suggested, very deliberately not mentioning the creepy ancestral home, ghosts, and sinister secrets that also made up a significant portion of the film's story.

“No, no, no!” Adrien wagged a finger at her. “I know what you’re trying to do. Last time you convinced me to watch a scary movie with you I had nightmares for weeks.”

Marinette sighed.

Eventually, they managed to come to an agreement, deciding on an action film with a romantic subplot that Adrien deemed reasonably acceptable.

Reclining on what she fondly thought of as 'her' side of the sectional, Marinette proceeded to get comfortable, watching as Adrien did the same at the other end.

Suddenly, she was struck with an idea.

Eyeing him for a moment, she deliberated.

On one hand lay the potential for awkwardness and discomfort should she be rebuffed.

On the other, maximum comfort AND payback for the pain in the ass comment.

High risk, high reward.

Her mind made up, Marinette decided to take a chance, stretching her legs out as far as they could go before plopping her feet quite unceremoniously in Adrien's lap.

His eyes darted up to meet hers, one blonde brow raised in silent question. Marinette held out her hands, palms up, giving him a half-shrug even as a cheeky grin threatened to split her face.

“What can I say? It’s the curse of having such long, luscious limbs," she batted her eyelashes at him. "I take up a lot of space.”

Glancing down blandly, Adrien took in the way her legs were just barely able to reach far enough.

"...right." He said, his lips quirking to the side briefly. Then, with the slightest shake of his head, Adrien let his hands come to rest on her legs.

“What are you doing?” Marinette stammered, tensing at the feel of long fingers encircling her ankles. The warmth of his hands was strange and unexpected, though not unwelcome.

And definitely not unpleasant.

She became acutely aware of his fingertips absentmindedly caressing the sensitive skin above her heel, tracing the delicate point of her ankle bone. Marinette swallowed, deciding it was probably in both of their best interests that she not mention it.

Adrien began pulling her closer by the legs. “What if Félix were to walk in right now? He could technically come home at any moment, you know. And what kind of new couple sits at opposite ends of the couch when they’re watching a movie together?”

Marinette made a face, her nose scrunching up as she mulled it over. He'd raised a valid point.

It would undermine their credibility somewhat—maybe even blow their cover entirely—if someone were to walk in right now and see them seated as far apart as physically possible on the same piece of furniture. Even though it was the same routine they'd had for years—and what they would have done, under normal circumstances—everything was different now that they wanted the world to believe they were suddenly madly in love. Marinette had to step up her game and stop making such rookie mistakes.

Thankfully, Adrien seemed to be paying more attention to the details than she was. It helped that he was also more well-versed in these things.

Perhaps there was some merit to watching that many romantic movies, after all. She bit back a smile.

And so she let Adrien pull her forward, scooching her across the cushions until she was nestled beside him in the elbow of the sofa. She was all but pressed up against his side now, their feet stretched out in front of them.

Her legs looked comically short next to his, the tips of her toes only just brushing the middle of his shins.

And to think, at one point we were the same height... She mused, looking anywhere but in Adrien's direction. She could feel him fidgeting, clearly uncomfortable having her in such close proximity even though the whole thing had been his idea in the first place.

Marinette, for her part, was doing her best not to squirm as she attempted to find a position for her limbs that felt natural.

How do you even sit beside someone? She wondered, trying to figure out what to do with her arms and legs. Sitting beside a person had never felt like such a foreign concept before. Although it did make her feel marginally better to note that Adrien was obviously going through the same existential crisis beside her, shifting around just as much as she was.

Finally, he stilled, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. “You good?”

“Mhm,” she nodded, comforting herself with the knowledge that any lingering weirdness would most likely wear off as time went on. They both just needed to relax and distract themselves with happier things.

Like car chases. And explosions.

Adrien pressed play, starting the movie.

After a while, once the opening sequence had finished and they were well into the exposition, Adrien moved his arm, slowly settling it over her shoulders.

Peeking up at him from under her lashes, Marinette tried to get a feel for what he was thinking. His face was smooth, eyes pinned forward, focused intently on whatever scene was taking place on the screen.

He looked relaxed and unbothered; the very picture of comfortable nonchalance.

Hmm, in that case...

Carefully, as though he were made of hand-blown glass, she let her head come to rest on his shoulder.

From her current position, she wasn't able to see the look on Adrien's face, but she certainly felt his surprise in the way his body stiffened. It was a calculated risk, upping the stakes so quickly and without warning. Still, she couldn’t help but be curious to see how he would react.

It should be okay. After all, she reasoned, this was a normal thing that couples did, right?

Which meant there was absolutely no need to panic, she thought, already panicking.

He's not doing anything. Why is he not doing anything? Her brain chose that moment to oh-so helpfully supply her with the mental image of a disgusted Adrien pushing her away from his person, leaping up from the couch as though the whole thing had caught fire.

Oh god, did I push too far? Is this the final straw?

Then, like a switch had been flipped, she felt the tension bleed out of his frame, his hold on her tightening ever so slightly as he pulled her closer.

Marinette let out a breath, unaware she had even been holding it in.

Immensely relieved, and comfortable at long last, she turned her attention to the television, more than happy to lose herself in the familiar formula of whatever B-list action movie they were watching.

Yet, some small part of her brain—a part that wasn't currently cackling as the protagonists once again defied the laws of physics to drive their sportscar through a goddamn skyscraper—remained fixated on the points of contact between them, hyper-aware of every single place where Adrien's body and hers were touching.

His arm across her shoulders. Their sides pressed together, long and short legs intertwined.

Her ear against his chest, listening to the rapid staccato of his heart beating against his breastbone, an unwitting echo of her own.

-x-

[incorrectqus]

Canon LGBTQ+ DC Comic Character from Live Action Adaptations

Arrowverse:

Alexandra Danvers (Earth-38) Lesbian

Ava Sharpe Lesbian

Batwwoman (Katherine Kane) Lesbian

Black Condor (John Trujillo) (Earth-X) Gay

Citizen Cold (Leonard Snart) (Earth-X) Gay

David Singh Gay

Desmond Gay

Dreamer (Nia Nal) Transgender

Gary Green Bisexual

Guinevere Bisexual

John Constantine Bisexual

Kelly Olsen (Earth-38) Lesbian

Keven Dale Gay

Lindsay Claricle Lesbian

Margarita Sawyer (Earth-38) Lesbian

Mr. Terrific (Curtis Holt) (Earth-1&2) Gay

Nick Anastas (Earth-1&2) Gay

Nyssa al Ghul Lesbian

Obsidian (Todd Rice) Gay

Paul Holt Gay

Pied Piper (Hartley Rathaway) Gay

Rob Gay

Sophie Moore Bisexual

The Ray (Raymond Terrill) (Earth-1&X) Gay

Tuxedo One (Julia Pennyworth) Bisexual

White Canary (Sara Lance) Bisexual

William Clayton Gay

XS (Nora West-Allen) Lesbian

Black Lightning TV Show:

Grace Choi (Shay Li Wylde) Bisexual

Jamillah Olsen Lesbian

Thunder/Blackbird (Anissa Pierce) Lesbian

DC Extended Universe:

Black Mask (Roman Sionis) Bisexual

Harley Quinn (Harleen Quinzel) Bisexual

Pedro Peña Gay

Victor Zsasz Gay

Wonder Woman (Diana Prince) Bisexual

Doom Patrol TV Show:

Danny the Street Transgender

John Bowers Gay

Maura Lee Karupt (Morris Wilson) Gay

Negativeman (Lawrence Trainor) Gay

Gotham:

Barbara Kean Bisexual

Penguin (Oswald Cobblepot) Gay

Renee Montoya Lesbian

Tabitha Galavan Bisexual

Krypton TV Show:

Adam Strange Bisexual

Araame Lesbian

Nyssa-Vex Bisexual

Lucifer TV Show:

Eve Bisexual

Lucifer Morningstar Pansexual

Mazikeen Bisexual

Pennyworth TV Show:

Bet Sykes Lesbian

Preacher TV Show:

Preacher (Proinsias Cassidy) Bisexual

Smallvile:

Abigail Fine Bisexual

Chrissy Parker Bisexual

Bert Camp Gay

Brain Gay

Byron Moore Bisexual

Colin Gay

Jeff Hage Gay

Jordan Cross Gay

Margaret Sawyer Lesbian

Monsieur Mallah Gay

Sarah Conroy Lesbian

Tess Mercer (Lutessa Luthor) Bisexual

Tina Greer Lesbian

Swamp Thing TV Show:

Elizabeth Tremayne Lesbian

Titans TV Show:

Mercy Graves Lesbian

Jericho Wilson Bisexual

Watchmen Movie:

Hooded Justice (William Reeves) Gay

Roschach (Walter Kovacs) Asexual

Silhouette (Ursuala Zandt) Lesbian

Watchmen TV Show:

Hooded Justice (William Reeves) Bisexual

Ozymandias (Adrien Veidt) Gay

Wonder Woman TV Show:

Carolyn Hamilton Bisexual

Faust’s Grables Lesbian

Wonder Woman (Diana Prince) Bisexual

[maskedmuses-archived]

@hxlfsoul regarding this 

Soooo I have sorta three categories? (Obscure) Canon, Crossover, and Original

Canon includes:

Mushkumo (Yakumo x Mushra from Shinzo),

Simonia (Simon x Nia from TTGL),

Melizabeth (Meliodas x Elizabeth from Seven Deadly Sins),

Vanishshipping (Atem x Anzu from Yugioh),

Todochako (Ochaco x Todoroki),

anything really with Ochaco tbh,

Gene x Mai from Ghost Hunt,

and (despite not being really canon) MariBlanc

Crossovers include:

Hikaru (@tricksterfinale 's P5 protag) x Marinette,

Sora (specifically @valorxdrive) x Marinette,

Yakumo x Wukong (@the-handsome-monkey-king),

Marinette x Hiccup (@brvelyfelt),

and Tikki x Alice (@siximpossiblethoughts)

Original ships are ones with my OC or other's OC's like:

Yakumo x Maeda (@cupids-flight),

Lucille x Jack (@thelakedroppedme)

Ochaco x Chizuru (@beastquirked)

Lucille x Adrien (@superpsycholcve),

Marinette x Audrey (@superpsycholcve),

Anzu x Bowen (@inter-dimensional-traveller),

Lucille x Ushi (@virusmuses),

Lucille x Yato (@bowlofyatos),

and maaaaaybe Marinette x Dia (@ocxonline)

This of course is all I could think of off the top of my head and I probably missed some! But yeah, I have....a lot of ships, most of them obscure or ones that are unique to the blog

[strawberryprjct]

𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡 𝙁𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝘾𝙖𝙠𝙚: Miembros.

En la presente nota se encuentran los códigos y nombres de los miembros de Strawberry Project.

CUPOS: 55/150.

Última actualización: 29/10/2020.

MIEMBROS:

A

Amber Walker;  #BABYPEANUT.

Angelien Vinke;  #PEARPRINCESS.

Adela Sea; #RASPBERRY.  

Aubrey Archibald; #BLACKBERRYGIRL.

Adette Fermont; #STRAWBERRYDAHLIA.

Alexandra Debnam; #MARSHMELLOW.

April Stone; #STRAWBERRYPRINCESS.

Adrien Agreste; #COUSSINNOIR.

Atticus; #ALFAJORPRINCE.

B

Bárbara Lake;  #WATERMELONSUGAR.

Beatriz Milligan; #VANILLASPRING.

Belphegor Kline; #CHOCOLATESPAWN.

C

Clarissa Elizabeth III;  #PEACHPRINCESS.

Cyrene Kirgýäkös; #GRENADESOLDIER.

Castiel Eones;  #HONEYCANDY. 

Charlotte Fabbiani; #SWEETBLACKBERRYFABBIANI.

D

Danielle Bellerose;  #WATERMELONPARADISE.

Dominique Weasley;  #MAGICBLUEBERRY.

Delphine Thréveler;   #BLUEBERRYADDICT.

Dean Winchester;  #CHERRYHUNTER.

E

Elizabeth Bouvier; #APRICOTGIRL.

F

G

Grace Mulder;  #STRAWBERRYGIRL.

H

Hazel Morgenstern;  #LITTLECHERRY.

Henry Bass; #CHERRYBOMB.

I

Irina Savage; #PLUMADEAZUCAR.

Isaac Mulder; #STRAWBERRYFIELDSFOREVER.

J

Jason Todd;  #REDBERRYICE.

Josephine Clarke;  #CARAMELGIRL.

Jaime Belmont; #PUMPKINCANDY.

K

Kylie Benson;  #BLUEBERRYGIRL.

Kelly McCollin;  #DULCEDECOCO.

L

Luisette Delacour;  #SUGARPLUM.

Luna Lovegood;  #GUMMYBEAR.

Leta Scamander;  #APPLEBLOOM.

Lucien Rookwood; #MANGO.

M

Miles Sokolv; #RASPBERRYKING.

N

Noah Wittenstein; #MELOCOTÓN.

Nicholas Cavey; #TANGERINESPARKLE.

O

Olivia Lupin; #GRAPESTAR.

P

Poppy Tolkalina; #PEACHYNIPS.

Q

R

Renesmee Cullen;  #APPLEHYBRID.

Rowan Grant; #OISEAUPHÉNIX.

S

Scott Maschwitz;  #BANANAKING.

Shelly Hofstadter;  #BUBBLEGUM.

Steve Harrington;  #PEACHKING.

Sam Winchester;  #HUNTERKIWI.

Stephanie McLaggen; #CHERRYVEELA.

Samantha LaRusso; #KIWIGODDESS.

Saphire McGregor; #LITTLEAVOCADO.

T

Tiberius Blackthorn; #CHERRYBOY.

Theodore Nott; #DULCEDELECHE.

U

V

Vastian Rothschild;  #STRAWBERRYPRINCE.

Vee Beaumont; #ORANGEGIRL.

W

Willa Turner;  #GUMMIESBEARS.

Wanda Maximoff;  #CHERRYHEX.

X

Y

Z

[adamdrivertrashwrites]

𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉

under the cut — a list of faceclaims and plots i’m 1000% down for! i’ll update it regularly, but don’t hesitate to jump at me if there’s anything you’re up to trying in this list, or if you have any other plot ideas!  author’s note: i’m down for anything, be it f/f, m/f, m/m, x/x, i’m more into quality of writing than quantity or even pairing. doesn’t have to be romantic, i’m 1000% down for platonic or even nemeses. i’m up for it aLL.

first of all, yessss i’m a basic rp beeeetch and i love elle fanning so expect to see her a shit ton on here. oops.

𝒻𝒶𝒸𝑒𝓈

this is a list of fcs i’d love to play or play against, indiscriminately and in no particular order:

elle fanning (y a s)

alicia debnam-carey

gemma arterton

freya mavor

diane guerrero

karen gillan

lindsey morgan

jessica sula

golshifteh farahani

sophie turner

elizabeth olsen

daniel sharman

adrien brody

adam driver

armie hammer

charlie hunnam

oscar isaac

diego luna (pls)

gael garcía bernal (pls²)

channing tatum

jason schwartzman

sam rockwell

tom hiddleston

(fuck pls give me all these fcs i can’t even)

𝓅𝓁𝑜𝓉𝓈

these are plot bunnies that hopped into my mind or general ideas and/or themes i’m into:

i’m really into anything post-apocalyptic. i’m trash for that so, wanna base it on twd? i’m in. wanna base it on some alien invasion? 100% down amigo. hmu.

ANYTHING historical. my favorite periods are the regency era in england, ww2/post ww2 anywhere in europe and pre-revolution france. but rlly i’m up to exploring anything, idk for instance ancient greece or rome can be dope

ok this is weird but one where both characters are famous, have never met but tabloids and fans all started speculating out of nowhere that they’re dating, and they eventually end up by meeting bcs of work (like songwriting/starring in some movie idk) and boom like it can go anywhere from there

i also like cheesy plots so here’s a cheesy idea. high school sweethearts meet again after like, 10 years?? they’ve both gone their own paths but there’s still something there, do they struggle to keep their feelings for themselves? do they go all out?? what will happen???

i’m trash for anything “bad boy meets good girl” (tbh gender doesn’t matter here i just said that for the expression lmao), maybe “good girl” turns bad OR “bad boy” finally meets angel who changes them entirely. idk it can be cheesy and angsty, i’m garbage and i like that

also i’m trash for supernatural so there you have it

my fav jane austen novel: emma. give me anything based on it pls. tbh give me anything jane austen. thanks.

second author’s note: i have no triggers and tbf i’m offended by nothing?? i don’t really care about “problematic fcs”, as long as you’re happy with rping with whichever fc you’re using and comfortable with mine. i’m also down for age gaps, if you’re not it’s ok. tbh if you’re not ok with something just tell me.

[nofomoartworld]

Hyperallergic: Art Movements

One of 25 landscape drawings recently reattributed to Thomas Gainsborough (courtesy Royal Collection Trust / © Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II, 2017)

Art Movements is a weekly collection of news, developments, and stirrings in the art world. Subscribe to receive these posts as a weekly newsletter.

A federal judge ordered Glafira Rosales to pay $81 million in restitution to the victims of the Knoedler Gallery art forgery. The art dealer — the only person who was detained in connection with the scandal — pled guilty to charges of wire fraud, money laundering, and tax evasion in 2013.

Art investigator Arthur Brand stated that he is “100 percent sure” that the works stolen from the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum in 1990 are in Ireland. “We have had talks with … former members of the IRA — and after a few Guinnesses, after a few talks — you can see in their eyes that they know more,” Brand told CBS News. The Museum dismissed Brand’s claims, stating that his leads are “not new.”

An album of 25 landscape drawings in the Royal Collection were re-attributed to Thomas Gainsborough after scholar Lindsay Stainton confirmed that one of the drawings is a squared-up study of the artist’s 1748 painting, “Cornard Wood.”

Over 500 individuals and organizations backed “Our Shared European Future,” a list of post-Brexit recommendations published by the British Council. The document, which is endorsed by museums including the Tate, British Museum, and the Victoria & Albert Museum, includes recommendations on travel and working rights.

A federal appeals court in California revived a Holocaust-related lawsuit seeking a Camille Pissarro painting from the Thyssen-Bornemisza Collection Foundation in Madrid.

The Museum Kunstpalast in Dusseldorf pulled a painting by Andreas Achenbach from display following an ownership claim filed by the heirs of Jewish art dealer Max Stern.

The Maurice Sendak Foundation discovered an unpublished and fully illustrated book by the author entitled Presto and Zesto in Limboland. The manuscript was co-authored with Sendak’s regular collaborator Arthur Yorinks.

Julia Venske and Gregor Spänle, “Autoeater” (2017) (courtesy Midtown Alliance, Atlanta)

Atlanta’s Midtown Alliance unveiled “Autoeater,” a new public sculpture by Julia Venske and Gregor Spänle.

According to The New York Post, ArtInfo published articles under fictional bylines after outsourcing editorial work to India.

South African filmmaker Sibahle Nkumbi was shoved down a flight of stairs by the husband of an Airbnb host in Amsterdam in what was allegedly a racially motivated attack. Nkumbi’s unnamed assailant has been charged with attempted manslaughter according to Huffington Post South Africa.

A report commissioned by the board of San Francisco’s Mexican Museum concluded that only 83 of the 2,000 objects in its collection could be authenticated and classed as “museum quality.”

Charles Saatchi began a weekly column at The Telegraph.

Visitors who wish to attend David Choe‘s newest installation, The Choe Show, will be selected for tickets only after completing an online application form comprised of personal questions. The artist’s mural on the corner of Houston Street and Bowery on Manhattan’s Lower East Side was defaced multiple times and eventually whitewashed last month. In one instance, an unknown person/persons scrawled “rapist,” a reference to a 2014 podcast in which Choe claimed to have sexually assaulted a masseuse, an event he later described as a fabrication.

Jay Z unveiled the music video for “4:44,” the title track on his new eponymous album. The video is directed by artist Arthur Jafa and his production partner, Elissa Blount-Moorhead.

Four suspects were arrested in connection with the theft of the “Big Maple Leaf.” The 221-pound Canadian gold coin was stolen from the Bode museum in March.

IKEA will release its first 3D printed collection, OMEDELBAR, next year.

Transactions

Yayoi Kusama, “All the Eternal Love I Have for the Pumpkins” (2016), wood, mirror, plastic, acrylic, LED (courtesy YAYOI KUSAMA Inc., Ota Fine Arts, Tokyo / Singapore and Victoria Miro, London. Photo by Thierry Bal, © Yayoi Kusama)

The Dallas Museum of Art acquired one of Yayoi Kusama’s mirror infinity rooms, “All the Eternal Love I Have for the Pumpkins” (2016).

The Castello di Rivoli absorbed the $570 million collection of the Fondazine Francesco Federico Cerruti as part of a partnership deal.

The Dia Art Foundation acquired works by Lee Ufan and Kishio Suga.

Chris Ofili donated his 2003 reimagining of the Union Jack flag, “Union Black,” to Tate Britain.

The Ringling acquired a portrait by Guercino (1591–1666).

Lisa and Steven Tananbaum donated $1 million to the Block Museum of Art at Northwestern University. The gift will endow a curatorial position in modern and contemporary art.

Josiah Wedgwood’s “First Day’s Vase” will return to the Potteries Museum & Art Gallery following a successful £482,500 (~ $624,500) fundraising campaign.

A letter by Jane Austen in which the author ridicules a book by one of her contemporaries sold for $209,000 at Sotheby’s.

The Pérez Art Museum Miami (PAMM) received a grant from Bank of America for the restoration of George Segal’s sculpture “Abraham’s Farewell to Ishmael.”

The Ateneum Art Museum acquired sculptures by Heikki W. Virolainen, Helena Pylkkänen, and Marjo Lahtinen.

The Contemporary Art Museum St. Louis received a $25,000 grant from the PNC Foundation to support a new fellowship program to promote diversity and equity at the museum.

The Art Museums of Colonial Williamsburg acquired a rare depiction of pre-Revolutionary Charleston, South Carolina. The 1774 engraving is by Samuel Smith after a painting by Thomas Leitch.

“A View of CHARLES-TOWN, the Capital of SOUTH CAROLINA,” engraved by Samuel Smith after Thomas Leitch, hand-colored line engraving, London, England, June 3, 1776, museum Purchase, The Friends of Colonial Williamsburg Collections Fund (photo courtesy the Art Museums of Colonial Williamsburg)

Transitions

William D. Adams, the former chairman of the National Endowment for the Humanities (NEH), and Michael S. McPherson, outgoing president of the Spencer Foundation, were appointed senior fellows at the Andrew W. Mellon Foundation.

Author and art critic Michael Bonesteel cited a “toxic environment” as the reason for his resignation from the School of the Art Institute of Chicago (SAIC). Bonesteel, an adjunct professor, had taught at the school for 14 years.

Claude Grunitzky was appointed president of the Byrd Hoffman Water Mill Foundation.

Brian Wilk and Dan Poteet were appointed chair and vice chair of the Maine College of Art’s board of trustees, respectively.

Elizabeth Chodos was appointed director of Carnegie Mellon University’s Regina Gouger Miller Gallery.

Emma Enderby was appointed curator at The Shed.

Mary Statzer was appointed curator of prints and photographs at the University of New Mexico Art Museum.

Nanne Dekking will succeed Willem van Roijen as chair of the European Fine Art Foundation (TEFAF).

Christie’s appointed Giovanna Bertazzoni and Adrien Meyer as co-chairs of its Impressionist and modern art department.

Phillips promoted Jean-Paul Engelen to deputy chairman of the Americas.

New York’s Washburn Gallery relocated to Chelsea. The gallery’s owner, Joan Washburn, cited the security presence around Trump Tower as the reason for the move.

Queer|Art established the Barbara Hammer Lesbian Experimental Filmmaking Grant.

The Newspace Center for Photography in Portland, Oregon, abruptly closed.

The Video Game Art Gallery will open in Chicago next month.

Accolades

The Library of Congress will posthumously award Denis Johnson its annual Prize for American Fiction.

The Robert Rauschenberg Foundation announced the recipients of its 2017 Artist as Activist fellowship.

Obituaries

Pierrette Bloch, “Sans titre / Untitled” (1976), ink on paper, 79.5 x 58 cm (© Pierrette Bloch. Courtesy Galerie Karsten Greve Cologne, Paris, St Moritz. Photo by Adam Rzepka)

Tom Black (unconfirmed–2017), founder of T.E. Black Studio.

Pierrette Bloch (1928–2017), artist.

Ilya Glazunov (1930–2017), painter. Founder and rector of the Russian Academy of Painting, Sculpture, and Architecture.

Irina Ratushinskaya (1954–2017), poet and human rights activist.

Lala Rukh (1948–2017), artist and activist. Founding member of the Women’s Action Forum.

Richard Gilbert Scott (1923–2017), architect. Son of Sir Giles Gilbert Scott.

Kenneth Silverman (1936–2017), author. Awarded the Pulitzer Prize for The Life and Times of Cotton Mather.

Jon Underwood (1972–2017), founder of the Death Cafe movement.

Liu Xiaobo (1955–2017), Chinese dissident, activist, and Nobel Peace laureate.

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