#take care nette

[k-looking-glass-house]

Little rabbit, are you hibernating for the winter? (That's so cute!) can't wait to see you online again in the spring!

Hi Nette? How are you? And your family, loved one? Yes I am... blame that lack of vitamin d and noradrenalin...dopamin....serotomin.....hugh and those news around our poor world... I am hibernating praying, sleeping during "Carême" (Lent?) till Spring for better days!! Anyhow I hope everyone is fine here~ See you in march~

btw....do you play acnh????

[ambrosykim]

close to me

pairing: sergi x mc (noa sano, she/they)

words, warnings: 795, none

a/n: there's not enough sergi fluff, so i've come to fill this gap. i am rotating them in my mind. my newly found obsession with sergi shows that i both have an amazing taste and a horrible taste in men, amen

noa woke up to gentle fingers playing with her hair. cracking her eyes open, she was immediately blinded by the ray of light shining in her - their - room.

she growled in response to this unexpected attack from her window - it wasn't their fault that they didn't close the shutters at all - and buried her face deeper into the soft pillow, hiding her face under her long hair with the motion.

at this, the pillow grumbled lowly under her.

"got surprised by the sun, eh?" sergi reached to comb noa's black hair out of her face. noa peered through her locks, squinting at him.

"you would've also been surprised if the first thing you saw in the morning was something trying to murder your eyeballs, old man."

this earned another deep chuckle from sergi, making noa move up and down with his chest.

"maybe, if i didn't wake up before the sun became a problem, because someone was cutting off circulation in my arm." for someone who was complaining about her, sergi didn't seem to be too bothered by her current position on top of him, having his fingers still tangled in her hair.

hearing this, noa propped herself up on her forearms.

"oh, really?" her eyes were twinkling with barely hidden laughter. "well, you could've easily moved this someone, since they weigh less than half as much as you. it shouldn't have been too hard, even for you." ignoring sergi's mild protest - "hey now-" - noa continued. "really, the fact that you just let this someone stay and not kick them out of your - my - bed must mean one of two things," by this point, noa had one of their signature smirks on her face.

at her movement, sergi's hand came down to rest on noa's bare back, but he didn't let her nakedness distract him from the conversation - for now.

"and what are those two things?" sergi knew that it was dangerous to encourage noa, but hey, maybe he enjoyed being constantly teased by them - not that he'd ever directly tell noa that.

she grinned at his question, clearly being glad that he was good naturedly playing along.

"well, you're either getting old- too old and too weak to free yourself even from under a small wolf," she still had a mirthful expression on her face, even as she reached to smooth a hand over his face. "or- and i have to say, this is just speculation, i don't have any evidence, but- maybe you're just too smitten with this person. you'd rather just suffer in silence than do something that bothered them," noa's smile kept widening as she spoke, and while sergi was enjoying the sight, he was starting to get worried for her face. "-so i think you just didn't want to risk waking them up by moving them, no matter how uncomfortable you were."

as if she solved some big mystery, noa continued smiling, and guided sergi's face to hers for a kiss. she went to deepen it, but was cut off by their lover pecking them on the lips and moving back. noa's expression quickly changed to that of displeasure - like one of the kids when they didn't get their sweets - but sergi started speaking.

"and, oh mighty alpha, have you not thought about the possibility that i didn't even think to move? i'd rather have you laying on my arm all night long - which you did by the way - than not have you close to me. i enjoy having you by my side, whether that's out there," he nodded his head towards the door. "-or in here." as he added that, he pressed noa closer to him - using the arm still settled on her back.

having said his piece, sergi moved to kiss her, which noa eagerly reciprocated. she had just been teasing him, but they always loved when her teasing brought up talks like this. though she was the more open of the two of them, she always felt calmer when hearing how he felt about her.

she didn't want to tell him that the reason why they clung to him so tightly every night was for similar reasons to his own. even after a short time of being together, she couldn't imagine going a day without their casual touches, or not spending a night cuddled up to his side.

still, she must've conveyed her feelings because he suddenly moved his hand up to the back of noa's neck. this both deepened their kiss, and made it easier for him to maneuver her under him as he rolled over. very quickly, they both forgot their earlier conversation as they started focusing on each other.

[advisorykitty]

Idk if I asked this already but can you do Randal x extremely nice/pushover! reader headcanons

Randal X Pushover Reader

Headcannons!!

You were Randal’s only friend, drawn to his strange but lonely vibe. You started dating because you were too nice to say no.

You agree to everything Randal wants, even his weird hobbies like collecting creepy dolls or exploring abandoned places and playing video games.

Randal will casually say things like “You’re mine forever,” but he says it with a weirdly sweet (yet unsettling) smile.

Unlike everyone else, Randal never tries to scare you. Instead, he just creepily watches you until you notice him. Something like "Oh hey! about time you notice me~"

If someone is rude to you, Randal will offer to make them “disappear,” though you always decline with a nervous laugh.

He gifts you a doll that looks eerily like you. You accept it even though it makes you uncomfortable.

Randal has no concept of personal space. He’ll randomly appear while you’re brushing your teeth or reading, just wanting your attention.

You can’t say no to Randal’s odd requests, like exploring creepy buildings or helping him name his dolls. Sometimes even straight up trespassing .

Randal constantly reminds others that “she’s mine,” in a way that makes people unsure if he’s joking.

Probably explains why no-one longer talks to you in class

Which is great for him since you have more time to spend together!

Sebastian thinks you’re too nice for your own good and encourages you to stand up for yourself, but you never do.

Luther offers you vague, slightly creepy advice like “You can always leave if he gets too much,” which leaves you unsure if you should laugh or worry.

And you find yourself contemplating what facial expressions to make when he says something (like is he trying to be funny or serious?)

Nyen teases you about putting up with Randal, while Nyon avoids being around when the two of you are together, clearly uncomfortable.

You’ll sit through hours of some wierd anime or eat Randal’s questionable cooking, just because you don’t want to hurt his feelings.

Onetime he tried making shitake soup probably saw it in an anime

He used poisonous mushrooms that he found, and you were sick for a week

If you’re stressed, Randal insists, “I’ll handle it, don’t worry,” though you’re never entirely sure what that means.

Another time while you were at school and unbeknownst to you had been getting bullied.

The next day the bullies magically didn't show up to class. Who could of thought 🙀🙀

MINI-INTERVIEWS!!

Nyen: "She’s soft, too soft. I don’t get why she sticks around Randal like that. He’s weird, but she’s worse for putting up with it. If it were me? I’d leave. No one’s worth that much patience. Maybe she likes being treated like one of his dolls. I don’t care. She’s just... there. Nothing special." Shrugs."Whatever." Nyen doesn't really care for you. As long as you stay out his way, he'll stay out of yours. However, he is interested in seeing what it takes to break your facade.

Luther:

"Sie ist... nett. Too nice. I’ve told her—several times—that she can leave Randal whenever she wants, but she stays. Warum? No idea." He shrugs slightly, voice monotone. "Maybe she likes suffering. Patience like hers is rare but fragil. We’ll see how long it lasts. But she’s... not terrible. Just... too kind." Luther enjoys your company. If he can even enjoy it, you're helpful and don't complain?? 5 stars already. He's still confused about how patient you, but humans like your are his favourite!

Randal:

"She’s mine, forever. No take-backs. I love how she never says no, like she’s meant for me. She’s kind of like a doll, you know? Only real, and much better. I won’t let her leave. She’s perfect the way she is, even if she doesn’t know it yet." Loves you alot, maybe to much. You spend majority of your time with him and he makes sure of that! Not like you can say no anyway.

Sebastian:

"She's uh.. okay?? I don't know how she has so much patients with Randal though... atleast it keeps thing off me for a while when she's around."

Similarly to Nyen, he doesn't care much for you, but he is thankful that you keep the heat of him when Randal is busy talking to you.

Nyon:

"She's..... nice.. too nice. Strange, too, not like Randal. Good. Strange.." He's not much of an extrovert, but he does see you as somewhat extraordinary. It's not often you meet someone who isn't cynical. However, he does sometimes feel bad for you when you have to endure Randal daily; you don't see him much, so you can't exactly regulate an opinion.

[brights-place]

⋆˚࿔ 【 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞‼ - Ch.11 - 13】 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

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The cafeteria hall hummed with silence. Long, heavy wooden tables dominated the space, stretching from one end of the grand room to the other, their surfaces polished smooth by years of use. Benches, equally sturdy, lined either side, inviting weary students to rest.

A large stone fireplace, almost gothic in its design, dominated one wall. The sound of boots echoed against the checkered floor of deep purples and muted greens, a stark contrast to the rough-hewn stone walls that rose high above.

Ornate candelabras stood sentinel at regular intervals, their flickering flames adding to the already warm glow of the numerous hanging lanterns. The soft, diffuse light gave the hall an almost ethereal quality.

High, arched windows, framed by thick stone, reached towards the vaulted ceiling, allowing only muted sunlight to filter through the cafeteria. [Name] sat down at an empty table, the weight of the day pressing down on her like a heavy cloak of stress and worry.

The quiet hum of the cafeteria offered a strange solace, a temporary respite from the storm raging inside her. Not only had she dealt with Ace, but she had also spent the entire day trying to clean the statues, unable to attend any of her classes due to a certain cat throwing a fit the entire time. Even Nevermore was more patient with her when it came to taking baths She let out a shaky breath, the warmth of the room a small comfort against the chill of her anxiety. The rhythmic tapping of cutlery on wooden surfaces, a familiar sound, began to calm her frazzled nerves—until a whiny voice snapped her out of it. "I can't believe we still gotta watch that stupid Ace guy wash a hundred windows!" Grim complained.

[Name] sighed, watching as Grim plopped onto her thigh, grumbling while she stroked his gray fur. "Grim, just because you're a mattress pea doesn't mean you have to be impatient, okay? Let's just wait a bit." Grim huffed, rolling around on her lap before pausing and looking up at her. She raised a curious brow at the cat's sudden stillness. "What's a mattress pea?"

[Name] paused, then smiled softly. "A term of expression from where I'm from. It's common… it's like saying, uh, couch potato." Grim blinked before getting up and pointing a paw aggressively at [Name]'s face. "I ain't no couch mattress pea!" A warm, sweet laugh escaped her lips as she stared down at Grim, nodding. "You tell yourself that."

A huff came from the gray cat as the duo continued to wait for Ace. Silence settled between them before Grim let out an annoyed meowl, his paws clinging to her clothes. "What's buggin' me is—Ace ain't even here yet! To make us wait after what he did… Grrr!" The two paused for a moment before Grim growled. "And now he's super late! I bet he up and bailed on us!"

Grim jumped off the table, his hind legs hitting the floor, then turned to the h/c-nette. "We should look for him! Ain't no way am I doin' his punishment for him!" The gray beast stomped off, with [Name] following behind, sighing softly. Her lips twitched upward slightly as they passed through the large wooden doors.

"C'mon, [Name], I don't care if we gotta drag him kickin' and screamin he's washin' those windows! While I laugh." A chuckle escaped her as she complied, the two heading down the hallway.

Grim pressed his paws against a dark oak door, its curved golden handles gleaming under the soft light. A golden sign above read "Classroom 1A." With a determined push, the door creaked open, and [Name] stepped inside, following closely behind her feline companion. Her e/c eyes swept across the room, its familiar design reminiscent of her own school. Grim, however, was far more focused on his search.

"Hey! Ace! Get over here! Try to hide from me, will ya?!" he shouted, his voice echoing off the wooden walls. After a moment, his ears twitched, and he huffed. "Huh... Maybe there's really no one here?" A soft hum escaped [Name]’s purple-shaded lips as she glanced around. The room was simple yet carried an air of familiarity. A sturdy desk stood at the back, books stacked neatly on either front corner. Behind it, a large blackboard dominated the wall, with a bookshelf filled with various tomes nestled beside it. Wooden counters lined either side of the room, arranged in two rows with space between them, one row slightly lower than the other.

Grim stood idly between her legs, his tail flicking impatiently before a voice suddenly rang out. "Oh, I wouldn't say that. I'm here." With a startled yelp, Grim scrambled up onto [Name]’s shoulder, his claws digging into her jacket. "Bwaaah! That painting just talked!"

[Name] flinched at his sudden movement before turning her gaze to the portrait in question. She blinked once, then deadpanned at Grim’s exaggerated reaction. The painting, despite being a flat 2D image, continued speaking with ease. Intrigued, [Name] leaned in slightly. "Yes, and...? Is a talking painting really such an oddity at this school? The lady in that portrait speaks too, as does the gentleman over there. As long as a painting has a mouth, why wouldn't it be able to talk? Is that really so strange?"

She tilted her head slightly, a faint smirk on her lips. "Where I'm from, talking paintings aren't exactly common. It's... peculiar, I suppose." The painted figure grumbled but seemed to concede. "Well, your 'usual' and my 'usual' clearly differ. Shall we agree to disagree on the matter?"

[Name] hummed in amusement before a thought struck her. "Sorry for the sudden question, but were you with those ghosts from yesterday?" The portrait let out a contemplative hum. "Unlike those restless spirits, always wandering hither and thither, I have been contentedly hanging on this wall for over fifty years. But you..." The painting's painted eyes seemed to study her. "You seem to be searching for someone."

Grim, ears perking up, nodded enthusiastically. "We're lookin’ for this guy called Ace. Messy hair, heart drawn on his face. You seen him?" The painting blinked, considering. "Ah, I know the one. A new student, if I recall correctly? Today was his first day. I believe he returned to his dorm a while ago."

[Name]’s eyes lit up, and she grinned. "Hexcellent! Thank you so much!" Grim, however, was less pleased. "Myaaah! So it's true! He's tryin’ to ditch us!" His tail bristled with annoyance before he turned back to the portrait. "Do ya know which way he went?" The painted figure offered a small smile. "The door to the dorms is in the eastern building." "Let's chase after him!" Grim cried, already dashing out of the classroom. [Name] nodded in thanks, gripping the oak door to follow only to pause when the portrait called out once more.

"Hold on for a moment..." The voice from the portrait was softer now, almost reverent, yet something in its tone sent an unnatural stillness through the air. "[Name], I apologize for not bowing earlier. I was simply... mesmerized. Your presence such beauty, such poise... you carry yourself with a grace that rivals even the statue of your mother."

A cold shiver trailed down [Name]’s spine. Her grip on the door faltered. The painted figure's eyes, flat and lifeless yet unsettlingly aware, seemed to bore into her. "I apologize," the voice continued, hushed and deliberate, as if speaking some forbidden truth. "I simply did not expect to see a child of Seven in all my years of being painted."

The room felt heavier, the air dense as silence stretched between them. Her fingers twitched against the wood, nails digging in ever so slightly. Her e/c eyes, dark with something unreadable, flickered toward the portrait.

"...What?" Her voice was barely above a whisper, but the weight behind it was unmistakable. The painting merely smiled, unblinking. "It is rare to see a child of Seven here. I am glad I had the privilege before any other painting did."

The way it spoke—slow, deliberate, knowing—made her stomach twist. She forced a breath, steadying herself, but the unease clung to her skin like a shadow how come the painting was staring at her in revolting disgust and fear as if she wasn't horrifying to look it, as if her mother wasn't someone that everybody feared which caused them to fear her...? "Now, do run along," the portrait continued. "You wouldn’t want to lose your furry companion. But should you ever wish to converse, I would be delighted to learn more about you." Her nails pressed lightly into the polished wood, though her expression remained calm. With a soft nod, she turned and stepped through the doorway, leaving the painted whispers behind her.

The dimly lit corridor stretched endlessly, the flickering lanterns casting long, distorted shadows against the polished floor. Ace strolled lazily down the pathway leading to the Hall of Mirrors, arms draped behind his head. A smirk tugged at his lips as he muttered under his breath, “Yeah, right. Like I’m actually gonna waste my time washing a hundred windows. I’ll just turn back and—” A thunderous voice shattered the eerie silence.

“AHA! GOTCHA, PUNK!”

Ace’s smirk vanished. His muscles tensed, heart hammering as his eyes snapped wide “Shit!” He bolted. The once leisurely steps became frantic strides, his breath coming in sharp gasps. A quick glance over his shoulder revealed the source of his impending doom Grim, that fiery little menace, was in full pursuit.

“Stop right there, pal! No fair gettin’ a head start! Wait!” Grim’s voice echoed through the hall, his tiny paws pattering furiously against the stone floor. Ace scowled, legs burning as he picked up the pace. “Who in their right mind would wait?! Seeya!” Grim’s jaw hung open in disbelief before his expression twisted into determination. “No way are you gettin’ out of this! You think I WANNA WATCH YOU WASH WINDOWS?!”

Not far behind, [Name] struggled to keep up, her breath ragged, each footfall growing heavier. “Grim, I am not built for running when I haven't eaten!” she huffed, pressing a hand to her chest. The feline ignored her complaints, too consumed by the thrill of the chase.

Through the blur of moving figures and glowing lanterns, [Name]’s sharp gaze darted around,  calculating a way to bring Ace’s little escape to an abrupt halt. Her fingers twitched at her sides, a familiar warmth spreading through her palm. A pulse. A whisper of power coiling at her fingertips.

A thick mist of deep violet unfurled from her hand, swirling like liquid amethyst in the dim corridor light. It crackled, mystical energy twisting and curling before she thrust her arm forward.

The air rippled. A dazzling wave of shimmering purple magic burst forth, sweeping across the hallway like an oncoming storm. Ace barely had time to turn his head before it struck him, the sheer force sending him reeling. His feet stumbled his body tilted “Wha—?!” His cry was cut short as he toppled forward, limbs flailing. The violet energy crackled like static before dissipating, leaving him sprawled across the floor.

But before he could scramble back to his feet— “Anything?! Anything, huh… All right! Here goes anything! I summon thee… something heavy! CAULDRON!” A deep voice cut through the chaos.

From seemingly nowhere, a massive, cast-iron cauldron materialized above Ace’s prone form. The dim candlelight glinted off its smooth, dark surface as gravity took over.

A loud crashed echoed. The cauldron came down like a hammer of judgment, pinning Ace beneath its overwhelming weight. “Bwaaah?! What the—A POT?!” The hallway fell silent for a beat. Grim howled with laughter, his tiny body trembling with the force of his amusement. “Ah ha ha ha ha! Look, [Name]! LOOK! That Ace guy got crushed beneath a giant cauldron! It squashed him flat! Aha ha ha! That’s what you get!” He kicked a paw near Ace’s hair, utterly gleeful.

[Name] exhaled, still catching her breath, her fingers flexing as faint traces of purple energy crackled around them. She eyed Grim, before reaching down to ruffle his fur lightly. “Nice job.”

The boy who had conjured the cauldron blinked, his cyan-colored eyes wide in stunned disbelief. He clutched his small wand, still processing what he had just done. “A cauldron?! I wasn’t expecting that… I may have overdone it this time.” A groan of pain drifted from beneath the cauldron. “What are you bothering me for?” Ace grumbled, voice muffled. “You guys could’ve just washed the windows yourselves.”

[Name] placed her hands on her hips, her glare sharp. “You got punished for acting irrationally.” The blue-haired boy furrowed his brows, puzzled. “Wait—you have to wash a hundred windows as punishment? What the heck did you even do?”

Ace let out a drawn-out sigh. “I was just messing with that furball a little. ...Okay, and the statue of the Queen of Hearts got a teeny bit charred. Sue me.” [Name] crossed her arms. “And?” Ace groaned dramatically, rolling his eyes. “And I might’ve said N/N shouldn’t be here.”

The blue-haired boy’s jaw nearly hit the floor. “You damaged a statue of the Great Seven—wait, you actually insulted a girl without a good reason? What’s wrong with you?! No wonder the headmage lost it on you!”

Ace scoffed. “Oh, shut up. Who even are you?” The boy straightened, clearing his throat awkwardly. “My name is Deuce. Deuce Spade. Don’t you remember your own classmate?” Ace raised a brow. “You don’t remember my name either, do you?” Deuce stiffened. “That’s not the point! You shouldn’t try to ditch an order from the headmage! Or insult a woman! Ever!”

Ace groaned. “Yeah, yeah, message received…” He huffed, stretching his arms. “Fine, let’s bang out the windows already. Huh…?” His gaze flickered down the hall, expression shifting. A familiar gray-furred figure was darting away—fast. Ace pointed, panic rising. “The furball! He’s gone!”

Grim, the little rascal, was already bolting down the corridor on all fours, his fluffy tail swaying behind him. “Ah ha ha ha! I’ll let you two handle the rest! No way I’m watching someone clean windows! See ya, suckers!” Ace groaned, struggling to free himself from the cauldron. Deuce and [Name] quickly grabbed his arms, yanking him up just as he shot an enraged glare down the hall. “You caught me just so you could run away yourself?! Hey! You there! Uh… Juice?”

Deuce’s eye twitched. “My name isn’t Juice. It’s Deuce! With a D!” Ace, utterly dismissive, waved him off. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. You’re involved now, so help us catch that little furball!” Deuce scowled, already running. “HOW is this my responsibility?!” Ace jabbed a finger toward [Name]. “Grim’s friend over here—” [Name] raised a questioning brow, lips twitching.

Ace sighed. “You know what? Let’s just go!” Without another word, the trio took off in a dead sprint after Grim. Deuce, surprisingly fast, quickly overtook them. [Name]’s voice rang out behind him, breathless yet unwavering. “GRIM, STOP!” The feline only grinned wider, tail flicking. 

The sound of crashing echoed throughout the cafeteria. Grim scampered wildly around the room, while [Name] desperately tried to grab the cat without using magic, fearing it might cause harm. Not only that, but Ace was in danger of getting hurt as well.

Ace lunged at the feline, frustration evident in his voice. "Argh! Stop jumping around like that!"  Grim perched smugly atop the chandelier, Grim grinned with an egotistical smirk. "Heh heh heh! Catch me if you can!" Deuce's voice grew taut with irritation. "No fair climbing onto the chandelier, you coward! I haven't even learned flight magic yet... What could I summon to hold onto him...? Hmmm..."

While Deuce scanned the room, [Name] raised her hands, a familiar purple mist swirling around them as her patience wore thin. Before she could act, Deuce suddenly lit up with realization. "Oh! That's it!"

Reaching down to his uniform belt holster, Deuce grasped a fancy gold key and twisted his wrist, sliding his familiar wand into his hand. He firmly gripped the black handle, its golden accents glinting under the cafeteria lights. At the wand's tip, a small crown cradled a rose-red crystal, encased in a delicate golden frame. As Deuce raised his arm, the crystal sparkled brightly.

Ace turned just in time to see the wand aimed in his direction. "Did you come up with somethi—Oh, hey! Stop! What are you doing?!" He staggered backward, his scarlet eyes wide with alarm. Name] froze. "Oh my Godmother—" she muttered, watching as Deuce pointed the wand directly at Ace.

The redhead forced a nervous grin, staring at the glowing crystal. "Why are you pointing that at me?!"Y/n barely processed what was happening before Deuce, completely unfazed, answered matter-of-factly, "Because I'm going to launch you."

A brief silence followed before [Name] burst into laughter. "No way!" Ace's face drained of color. "Are you kidding me?! Bwaaah! Put me down!" He flailed wildly as he was lifted off the ground, panic setting in. His scarlet eyes locked onto Deuce. "Seriously, do not launch me! Abort! ABORT!"

Despite Ace's protests, [Name] lowered her hands, deciding to let Deuce handle the situation. "Just make sure to grab him tight," she advised. Deuce smirked, adjusting his grip on the wand. "I've got him in my sights, and... Go!" With a swift motion, Deuce launched Ace through the air.

A high-pitched screech tore through the cafeteria. Grim's claws dug into the chandelier's metal frame, his ears twitching at the girlish scream approaching at rapid speed. His eyes widened as he spotted Ace, arms outstretched, barreling toward him.

"Wha—?!" Grim barely had time to react before Ace collided with him. The chandelier swayed dangerously before giving way under their combined weight. A loud crash erupted as debris filled the air, scattering across the room.

[Name] moved swiftly, stepping in front of Deuce and raising a hand. A shimmering purple forcefield flickered to life, shielding them from the worst of the impact. As the dust settled, Deuce peered at [Name]'s back, noting her tense posture.

"I... I didn't add a cushioning spell," she realized, her voice laced with panic. The purple barrier vanished instantly. Deuce coughed into his sleeve, clearing the dust from his lungs. His cyan eyes flicked toward [Name], and with a soft smile, he placed a gloved hand on her forearm. "Thanks."

She looked at him fondly, offering a small nod. "No problem." Their attention snapped back to the cafeteria, where the extent of the destruction was now clear. The chandelier lay in ruins on the floor, shattered glass and twisted metal scattered around it. Scratches marred the once-pristine flooring, making [Name] wince at the damage.

A low groan echoed from the other side of the wreckage. The duo's eyes widened as they spotted Ace kneeling near the cafeteria entrance, gripping a dazed Grim by the scruff. The cat's eyes swirled in dizziness, letting out a faint noise of protest.

Ace scowled, jabbing a shaky finger in Deuce's direction. "I cannot believe you just did that!" Deuce blinked, resting a hand on his chin as he nodded thoughtfully. "Oh, right! I probably should've thought of a way to soften your landing after you caught him..." "[Name] just said she should've done that too..." Ace growled through gritted teeth, his eye twitching in exasperation.

A tense silence stretched between them before Ace erupted. "You complete and total moron! We got Grim, but we broke the chandelier! If the headmage finds out about this—"  "If I find out about... what, dear Ace?" Everyone froze. Slowly, their heads turned toward the source of the voice. Standing before them, hands on his hips, golden eyes gleaming, was none other than Headmage Crowley.

Ace and Deuce stiffened, their gazes snapping to the older man. "Ah! Headmage Crowley...!" Ace stammered, his voice unsteady. [Name] stepped back, letting out a sigh knowing the familiar routine that she has seen and been apart of before.

"YOU AGAIN. What have you done this time?!" Crowley's voice thundered through the cafeteria, his golden eyes blazing with fury. Grim, still cradled in Ace's arms, wobbled unsteadily, his tiny body swaying like a pendulum. "Myaaah... Everything's spinning..." he groaned, his pupils swirling. |

The Headmage inhaled sharply, his expression a perfect storm of exasperation—until his gaze landed on [Name]. In an instant, his demeanor shifted. The anger melted away, replaced by a bright, almost saccharine smile.

"Ah, Ms Queen!" Crowley cooed, clasping his taloned hands together. "I do hope you had a pleasant day. My sincerest apologies for this unfortunate mishap. How were your classes?" He tilted his head, his golden eyes expectant as he awaited her response.

[Name] hesitated before sighing. "Actually... I couldn't even attend my first class because of Grim, but I—" Crowley's eye twitched. His is head turned slowly—too slowly—toward Grim, his gaze narrowing dangerously. 

Taking a deep inhale through his nose before exhaling sharply. Then, just as quickly as his rage had flared, he spun back to [Name] with a composed smile. "We can discuss this later." He patted her shoulder lightly before turning his full attention to the three trembling boys.

Crowley's expression darkened once more, his patience hanging by a thread. His piercing gaze swept over the wreckage, the destroyed chandelier lying in jagged pieces across the floor. "Burning a statue wasn't enough for you? Now you've destroyed a chandelier?!" His voice rose, filled with incredulity and exasperation. His cloak billowed as he turned sharply on his heel. "Enough! All of you are expelled!" The words struck like a thunderclap. [Name]'s eyes widened in shock.

A loud cry of protest erupted from both Ace and Deuce. Deuce surged forward, desperation in his wide, panicked eyes. "Headmage, please! Give me a second chance! I can't get expelled from this school! I need to be here!" His voice wavered, frantic as he searched Crowley's face for even a shred of mercy.

Crowley scoffed, crossing his arms. "Then blame yourself for your own foolish behavior." "I-I'll pay for the damages! However much it costs!" Deuce blurted out, gripping the front of his uniform as if trying to steady himself.

Crowley let out a slow, dramatic sigh. "That chandelier," he began, his voice grave, "is no mere light fixture. Its candles are fueled by an eternal magical energy source, enchanted to burn without end. It was crafted by a legendary artificer possibly their finest creation. It has been here since the school was founded, and I had imagined it would remain here forevermore."

His golden eyes flickered toward the ruined chandelier, disappointment settling deep into his features. "Considering its historical value..." he continued, his voice heavy with emphasis, "I would estimate its worth to be no less than a billion thaumarks." Silence filled the cafteria.

Deuce stood frozen. His shoulders trembled as the number fully registered in his mind. "A... A billion marks?!" he croaked, his face turning pale. Ace let out a nervous chuckle, stepping in quickly. "B-But I'm sure with your magical talent, sir, you could just—" He snapped his fingers. "—fix it right up, easy!"Crowley shot him a flat, unimpressed stare. 

"Even magic has its limits," he said coolly. "Furthermore, its magestone—the figurative heart of any magical artifact—is cracked. A magestone cannot be replaced so easily. I fear the candles of this majestic chandelier will never burn again."

Ace's gaze dropped to the floor, muttering under his breath, "This is bad..." Deuce fidgeted anxiously, cracking his knuckles in distress. "What am I going to do?! How am I supposed to tell my mother?" His voice wavered, panic bubbling up as he imagined the inevitable conversation.

Crowley observed the scene with a flicker of amusement before his eyes landed on [Name]. His smirk faltered slightly. She wasn't panicking. Instead, she had taken a step forward, her hands slowly rising. A determined glint flickered in her gaze.

"Ms Queen—" Crowley's voice hitched, his beak slightly parting in surprise. Ace and Deuce turned just in time to witness it.

The broken shards of the chandelier lifted from the ground, shimmering with a soft glow. Piece by piece, the fragmented metal and shattered crystal drifted upward, clicking together like a puzzle. A faint hum of magic vibrated through the air, causing the dust to swirl gently around them.

The magestone at the chandelier's center pulsed weakly, fractured but not beyond salvation yet it was close to already dying out. Ace's jaw dropped. "No way..."

Deuce's breath hitched. His eyes darted between the floating shards and [Name], who stood firm, her fingers splayed as she willed the pieces into place. Crowley, for once, was completely speechless.

The golden candles flickered weakly as the energy surged through them. The cracks in the magestone began to mend—slowly, but surely. Sparks of violet and gold crackled around the fixture as if the chandelier itself was breathing once more.

Ace swallowed hard. "She's actually doing it..." Crowley blinked, his wings ruffling slightly in stunned silence. Perhaps, just perhaps... there was hope for these miscreants after all.

[Name] huffed, turning to face Crowley, whose eyes widened as his lips parted in surprise. Her chest heaved slightly as she met his gaze, and for a moment, he seemed at a loss for words. Then, quickly composing himself, he pursed his lips and sputtered, "Ms. Queen! How outstanding! I never should have doubted you for a second!"

[Name] merely stared at him, her expression deadpan. Crowley sweat-dropped under her unimpressed gaze, shifting slightly as if hoping she wouldn't call him out. After a brief pause, she let out a soft sigh and offered a small smile.

"Headmage Crowley," she addressed him, watching as the crow-masked man perked up in response. "I understand that we've caused an issue for you, but don't you think expelling them on the first day is a bit harsh? Since I've already repaired the chandelier, maybe they can make up for their mistake by retrieving a new magestone?"

She gestured towards Ace and Deuce, who were still staring at her in disbelief. They had barely processed what had just happened, but the weight of the conversation quickly dawned on them. [Name] kept a tight smile, trying to make her plea as convincing as possible.

Crowley stroked his chin thoughtfully, tapping a gloved finger against his beak-like mask. A flicker of amusement twitched at the corners of his lips as an idea formed in his mind "Ah... perchance, I could let them off with a task instead," he mused.

Ace immediately perked up, sensing a chance for salvation "The magestone that powered this chandelier was originally mined from the Dwarfs' Mine," Crowley continued. "If you can acquire a magestone with the same properties, it may be possible to repair it properly."

Deuce straightened, speaking without hesitation "Then I'll go find a magestone! With your permission, sir!" A relieved sigh escaped [Name] as Crowley nodded, but his expression darkened slightly as he raised a cautionary hand.

"I should warn you," he said gravely, "that I cannot guarantee there are any magestones left to find. The mines were closed long ago, and it is highly likely that all remaining magestones have already been extracted." Deuce, however, was undeterred. Clenching his fists, he stepped forward with unwavering determination "I will do anything to avoid expulsion, sir!"

Crowley regarded him for a long moment before shrugging his shoulders lazily. "Hmmm... very well, then. I will suspend your expulsion for a single night." A sly smile played on his lips before his tone dropped into something far more serious.

"But," he added, voice sharp, "if you fail to return with a magestone by morning, then all of you are expelled." Deuce nodded rapidly, straightening his back. "Yes, sir! Thank you very much for this opportunity!" Ace sighed heavily, dragging a hand down his face.

"Fine, then. Let's just hurry down there, grab a magestone, and get this whole thing over with." Crowley raised a hand in a dismissive wave. "You should be able to reach the Dwarfs' Mine instantly by using one of the gates in the Mirror Chamber." Deuce gave another quick, "Yes, sir!" before turning toward the exit, determination evident in his every movement.

Just then, a groggy voice interrupted. "Myah—wh-?! Where am I?!" Grim blinked blearily, his fur fluffed up as he finally regained full consciousness. [Name] chuckled, ruffling the cat-like creature's head. "We're going on a little trip," she told him.

Crowley tilted his head, regarding her with mild surprise. "You would join them as well, Ms. Queen?" he asked, his tone laced with curiosity. "I assumed you'd stay behind, given that you already repaired the chandelier and restored its magestone." [Name] smiled, shaking her head.

"The magestone in the chandelier might not last forever," she explained. "If it fails, we'll just be right back where we started. I'd rather go along and make sure everything is truly fixed." Crowley's expression brightened instantly. "Well then! Good luck on your little escapade!" he chimed, clapping his hands together.

But as Ace and Deuce turned to leave, Crowley suddenly leaned in close behind them, lowering his voice to a hushed whisper. "I swear—if she gets so much as a scratch—you two won't just be expelled," he threatened, his tone deceptively pleasant. "You'll be cleaning the entire school from top to bottom."  Ace and Deuce stiffened under the weight of his words.

Then, just as suddenly, Crowley straightened and cleared his throat, a bright smile returning to his face as if he hadn't just issued a thinly veiled threat "Now, off you all go!" he chirped, waving them toward the Mirror Chamber.

The moment they stepped into the Mirror Chamber, an eerie yet mesmerizing aura washed over them. The room seemed almost alive, pulsing with a presence both elegant and unsettling. The air carried a faint hum, as if the very walls whispered secrets meant for no ears to hear.

At the heart of the chamber, suspended above a bubbling green fountain, hovered an ornate mirror its circular surface an abyss of darkness that swallowed all light. It did not simply reflect; it consumed, as though holding within it the weight of untold destinies. The mirror was encased in an intricate, gold vine-like frame, its twisting tendrils almost appearing to writhe in the flickering glow of the chamber's peculiar lighting.

The fountain below brimmed with an otherworldly luminescence, its liquid swirling in hypnotic patterns, casting shifting ripples of emerald light across the polished floor. Each wave that lapped against its basin seemed to carry whispers from another world.

Lining the chamber walls stood tall, coffin-like structures, each propped against grand columns. Their surfaces bore elaborate carvings and faintly glowed in hues of green, blue, and violet, a spectral dance of colors that suggested something slumbered—or perhaps lingered—within. The sight of them sent a familiar chill down [Name]'s spine, a reminder of when she had once been trapped within their suffocating embrace, engulfed in darkness so absolute it had felt like drowning in silence.

The columns stretched skyward, framing massive cathedral-like windows. These windows, adorned with curling wrought-iron patterns, were partially veiled by deep crimson drapes that barely parted, allowing only slivers of cold, blue light to seep into the chamber. The faint glow of the outside world barely dented the chamber's unnatural gloom, heightening the contrast between light and shadow.

As they advanced toward a small pedestal stage, [Name]'s gaze flicked upward. A colossal wrought-iron chandelier loomed over them, a monstrous centerpiece dripping with chains, beads, and jet-black crystals. The dim lighting refracted through the crystals, casting faint, ghostly figures that drifted along the walls, shifting and twisting like lost souls searching for a way out.

Delicate strings of pearls and gems hung from the chandelier's sprawling arms, stretched outward toward the room's farthest corners. The effect was hauntingly beautiful—an eerie elegance that straddled the line between decadence and doom.

The lighting in the chamber was a paradox—a mix of warm and cold, unsettling yet oddly harmonious. Fiery-red lanterns jutted out from the walls, their glow stark against the green luminescence of the fountain. Meanwhile, faint bluish reflections from the mirror added an ethereal shimmer, a strange truce between warmth and void.

Suddenly, the mirror's surface rippled. A comedy mask face formed within the abyssal blackness. Ace and Deuce flinched violently, instinctively grabbing onto each other. "THE MIRROR!" Ace shrieked. "IT SHOULDN'T BE DOING THAT!" Deuce echoed, his voice an octave higher than usual.

[Name] simply sighed, her gaze unwavering. The dark mirror's voice emerged, smooth yet ominous, its tone carrying a warmth that contradicted its chilling presence.

My Queen 

My lady of ebony and darkness

Lady of eternal beauty 

What brings thou to me?

Silence fell like a heavy veil over the group before a loud cry came from Grim "Henchman!" Grim barked, stomping a tiny paw against the ground. "Why's the mirror talkin' like that?!" The surface of the mirror shimmered around the comedy mask. Its pale, porcelain-white visage bore a fixed, enigmatic grin. The mask hovered in the void, watching her intently, its eerie presence seeming both familiar and otherworldly as it continued to stare at her.  [Name] exhaled through her nose, pressing her lips together before speaking.

"I seek a way to the Dwarfs' Mine." The comedy mask flickered, tilting its head before bowing in acknowledgment. 

As you wish, My lady

A surge of green fire erupted around the mirror's edges, flaring outward before curling inward like a beast retreating into its lair. The mask's form dissolved into the darkness, and in its place, the mirror's surface glowed with a brilliant radiance. The inky blackness peeled away, unveiling a portal. A window into a sunlit forest, its tall grasses swaying gently under a sapphire sky.

The dark mirror beckoned. Its surface no longer a void, but a doorway, promising passage into lands unknown. Ace, still recovering from the shock, sighed and stepped up behind [Name], resting a hand on her shoulder "Alright, let's go... Oh, and you better explain that whole 'Queen' thing later." [Name] rolled her eyes, shaking off his hand.

Ace groaned, dropping his arm. "Maan... how did I even get mixed up in all this? I swear, I have the worst luck." Deuce crossed his arms, his tone sharp. "We don't have time to complain. Let's go!" They turned to face the dark mirror, standing at the precipice of the unknown.

"To the Dwarfs' Mine!" Deuce declared.

One by one, they stepped through, the mirror's surface parting like liquid silk. Grim clung tightly to [Name]'s shoulder, whining, "Myaaah! Why's the mirror only focusing on you?!"

As they vanished into the swirling portal, the Mirror Chamber fell silent once more—its watchful eyes unseen, but always observing.

⏝꒷︶ ͡𑁬♱໒ ͡ ︶꒷⏝ Dictionary !!

Features!! Physical Appearances S/C: Skin Colour H/C: Hair Colour H/L: Hair Length E/C: Eye Colour

Other!! Other things that could be mentioned in chapter

Headmaster Crowley: The headmage of Night Raven College. Likes to constantly remind others how kind he is. He grants the MC student status and appoints them prefect of Ramshackle Dorm after they wind up stuck in Twisted Wonderland.

The Great Seven: There are seven influental figures in the world, called The Great Seven whose deeds are told through many legends

Mage Stone: Magestones operate indiscriminately; they are used as everyday  household appliance that anyone could use if they know how to operate the device to begin with.

Ace Trappola: A quick learner with an upbeat personality and a mischievous streak. Since he and are both freshmen in the same class, they regard one another with amicable antagonism.

Deuce Spade: An earnest young man who enrolled at Night Raven College with the singular aim of becoming a respectable mage.

Grim: A monster who aspires to be a great mage. He will eat anything and everything, and his tendency to get carried away often gets him and the main character into trouble.

Phrases/Sayings/Refrences/Quotes Ever after High dictionary/Rooms/ etc. from the show/or game!!

Mattress Pea: A phrase that means Couch potato. The Mattress pea slang comes from The Princess and the Pea is an original tale written by the Danish storyteller, Hans Christian Andersen (1805-1875). It was originally published in 1835, and depicts the story of how a princess proves her 'nobility' by sensing an uncooked pea under a pile of mattresses as she tries to sleep.

Hexcellent: A word that means excellent, very commonly used in day to day life in ever after high. Oh my Godmother: A phrase used when surprised or used to emphasize how surprised, angry, shocked, etc.

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Day 13's prompt is In Sync 🫶 this is part 4 to Discovering the Paris Issue

Parts: 1 2 3

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Marinette stepped off the plane into Gotham and took a shaky breath. She had sworn a year ago that she would never set foot there again, but after time - and the very bizarre art exhibit - she felt ready.

Not only that, but Tikki had mentioned that the darkness in the city was of a more magically inclined nature. When Marinette had pressed the Kwami for information, the tiny god had explained that chaotic energy engulfed the city, making it easier for people to make destructive choices and harder to build something new.

So after she had done a year of travel, visiting places like Tibet, China and Italy, she had finally accepted Jagged’s offer to visit his home city. And now that she knew the city was immersed in chaos, she knew that the panic she felt was largely being amplified by it.

She laughed when she saw the sign Jagged had made for Luka to hold and rushed towards her old friend. His hair was even longer, tied back into a ponytail in a sparkling turquoise scrunchie, and he was holding a sign that said ‘Coolest Designer Ever’ in hot, glittery pink. 

“Hey Ma-Ma-Marinette,” he chuckled, letting the sign drop as he gave her a big hug. “Dad's looking forward to seeing you. We need to get a move on, he booked a table for dinner with the Waynes, because one of Mr Wayne's kids is a fan of your work.”

“Like, Wayne Enterprises?” Marinette was surprised, she'd always heard wonderful things about the Waynes as a whole. All of them were well known for their philanthropic work and donated millions to charity annually. One of them was known for working with street kids, another for donating tech to schools and yet another was well known for working with animal shelters.

“The very same,” he assured her, grabbing her suitcase for her and leading her to the car. They chatted about her travels and his new single as they headed straight for the restaurant. They didn't have time to let her change into another outfit, but she was too tired to care overly much.

The restaurant they arrived at was possibly the fanciest one she had ever been in. It had huge arching ceilings, fish tanks embedded in the walls, and tables were spaced far enough apart that privacy was much easier than in a standard restaurant. 

Luka spotted the table Jagged and Penny were sitting at and dragged Marinette after him; she was too busy staring at the architecture and wishing she'd taken her sketchbook and pencils out of her luggage. She only came back to reality when they arrived at the table and she heard a familiar deep voice in a heated argument with someone else.

“Nette, you made it!” Jagged exclaimed, ending the other conversations as everyone turned towards the late arrivals. “Bang up job of the pick up Luka. Lil M, I've put you next to Brucie's co-CEO he's a huge fan.”

A confused Tim looked up at her, clearly recognising her as the student representative that had run away from Damian the previous year. He frowned and opened his mouth to say something but Jason, who was sitting opposite him, flicked something across the table to shut him up.

“Father, why did you not tell us who would be dining with us?” Damian asked, voice lethally quiet. Marinette felt her heart begin to race and forced herself to take a deep breath.

“I think I finally understand why you were concerned about me being after connections,” she joked, meeting Damian's eye with a small smile. She saw an emotion flicker through his eyes but it was too quick to catch before he looked away. “Sorry for being late, getting through customs was the worst.”

She sat down next to Tim and resolutely focused on talking about her designs. Eventually conversation started up again, the table breaking out in small talk and jokes. And if she felt Damian's eyes on her sporadically throughout the meal, she wasn't going to mention it.

Saying goodbye at the end of the meal, Marinette stayed back from the bustle and cheerful farewells. She thanked Tim for the conversation and promised to get in touch about doing a commission for him whilst she was in Gotham.

Jagged was fairly oblivious to the quietude that had befallen his honorary niece, though Penny kept shooting her curious looks. Luka was humming as he tapped the steering wheel and Marinette recognised it as the tune he always played for her when he said her heart song was chaotic.

She excused herself to her room as soon as they arrived at Jagged's penthouse, blaming jetlag when he asked if she was okay. He nodded sagely and Marinette breathed out a sigh of relief when she closed the door behind her. 

But an hour later, she slipped open the window that led to the fire escape and settled onto the roof. High places always gave her a sense of security and calm, a feeling she always associated with her Ladybug persona. 

It didn't take long before one of Gotham's infamous vigilantes landed on the roof and approached her. It was Robin, and she eyed the bright colours of his suit with distaste. He paused as he looked at her and she tried to lighten her expression with a smile.

“Um, hi,” she said, stepping towards him. “I was hoping to run into one of you. I kind of need to talk to Batman and it needs to happen soon.”

Damian paused and surveyed Marinette with interest. He had been surprised when she had shown up at dinner and his heart had beat faster when she looked at him without the anger, or panic, that he had seen the previous two times. 

No, this time she was clearly determined about something and he felt his previous appreciation of her flare again. He had come to terms with the loss of his chances with her, and had even tried to date other women who reminded him of her, either in looks or in behaviour but it hadn't worked. All it had done was remind him of what might have been.

He hesitated for only a moment before calling for backup. Marinette smiled up at him and he felt heat rushing up his neck. She chattered about nothing as they waited and Damian had to work not to be pulled into her sphere of energy. 

“What seems to be the problem?”

Batman arrived in all of his menacing glory and Damian fully expected Marinette to cower a little. Instead, he felt his heart skip another beat as she turned towards the elder vigilante without flinching. She greeted Batman before taking a deep breath.

“Okay, so this is probably going to sound a little crazy, but I need you to hear me out. Your city is kind of incredibly drenched in chaos magic and I know how much you hate magic, but I think I can help with it because IwasLadybuganditmeansIcanbalancechaosenergy,” she said in a rush, pushing down the anxiety that threatened to swamp her. It's a reaction to the chaos energy, you're fine, she told herself.

“I'm sorry, did you just say that you were Ladybug?” Batman looked at her but with the cowl she couldn't tell what he was thinking.

“Um, yes,” she said, picking at her thumb nervously. “Also, I think someone maybe figured it out when I was in Gotham a year ago? Or at least, he worked out I had ties to the Miraculous and was working me for information about them. So I would appreciate your help in digging into his background to see how much risk there is in me staying here.”

Robin seemed to have frozen, and she was worried she had moved too quickly and was now at risk of a psych evaluation. But then Batman was nodding and assuring her that there was no problem with her staying and trying to fix the gloom of Gotham.

Now that her extremely stressful job was over, she bid the pair goodnight and headed back to her room so that she could pass out.

_ _ _

Damian slumped into a seat in the batcave and tried to process what had happened. Marinette had wanted to talk to Batman. Damian, still feeling guilty for hurting her, had decided it was probably at least worth finding out why she wanted to do that. And then she had said she was Ladybug, and everything else had gone in one ear and out the other. 

So he was ready to put the night behind him and tackle whatever this was next time, but his father insisted that the family needed to sit down and discuss this. He even called Dick and Kor'i to get their view on the situation.

“...think she might be suspicious of Damian for asking questions about the Miraculous. Now that we know who she is, it's clear that the questioning set off alarm bells.”

“What were the chances of Demon Spawn choosing the one Parisian in that class that had as big a secret as the rest of us?” Jason joked, rolling his eyes at Steph. 

“We should be thankful that she chose to come back here at all, considering she thinks he's trying to steal the Miraculous off her,” Barbara said through the speakers of the Batcomputer. “Also, her two blond friends? Knowing what we do now, I'd bet on them being involved as well.”

At last, the meeting was adjourned and Damian was able to vanish into his room to think everything over. Her concern, her anger, even her panic at her fashion show made sense now. And he ached to think about the what ifs, the could have beens. 

She had liked him. She hadn't been put off by his colder demeanour and hadn't had the chance to let his reputation as Damian Wayne impact her views. Not only that but he had been interested in her. He knew, now, just how rare that was for him. 

But they hadn't stood a chance because, between Dick, Jon and his godforsaken mission to learn more about the Parisian heroes, he had hurt her and made her distrust him. He had so badly screwed up that a year later she was still wary of him.

He had never before so detested being Robin.

_ _ _

Marinette fell into a rhythm over the following days. One of the benefits of staying with Jagged instead of a hotel was that nobody expected her to be awake in the morning. And because one of her better known traits was oversleeping, it meant that she could stay up late to talk to the batfamily (or, more specifically, Robin) and no-one would bother her to wake up.

Her nightly rendezvous quickly turned into training and trips around the Gotham rooftops. She explained as much as she could to Robin, talking about the chaotic energy that made her twitchy unless she was transformed. And he responded by doing anything she asked in relation to her desire to purge the city of as much chaos energy as possible.

In between magical bursts, she asked him to spar, or teach her things and he agreed readily. She had rarely felt so in tune with another person, moving almost in tandem with him sometimes. Adrien came close, but they had been working together for years now. 

And for the first time in a year, Marinette felt a pull of attraction to someone. She tried to deny it to herself for all of one day before privately having a breakdown over her fast growing crush. It was hard not to like him, and the fact that he was also a hero, who already knew her identity, meant that one of her major hurdles for dating was already cleared.

So, obviously, she was disappointed when instead of Robin one evening, she was met by two others from Batman's crew. Reds Hood and Robin were waiting for her when she stepped out and she had to swallow her disappointment. 

“Hey LB,” Hood said cheerily and she sent him a weak smile in return. “Sorry about the change to your regular date, Robin's got something else on his plate tonight. So Red and I are here to escort and protect you to your next site.”

“He's- we're- they're not dates,” she squeaked, making Red Robin chuckle. She shot him a glare and he hastily turned it into a cough but couldn't wipe the grin off his face. “Ugh, whatever, let's get this done so I can get some sleep or something.”

“Aww, don't want to spend extra time sparring with us? I'm hurt.”

“Ha ha, very funny Monsieur Hood. I'm fairly sure you are both too old for me and not my type. If you are quite done with your jokes, I would like to finish my tasks as I have plans I actually need to be awake for tomorrow morning.”

With that, she transformed and they headed into the night. The area she cleansed that night was heavily steeped in chaos, and Marinette had to expend a lot of energy to even put a dent in it. She made a mental note and verbally commented that she would need to return to Crime Alley in the near future.

So even though she had planned for an early night, she found herself rushing the next day. She cursed her inability to be on time and shouted goodbye as she raced past a bemused Luka. 

She was going to be spending the day with Mar'i, as both of the young girl’s parents were going to be out of town the night before. But she was due to take over from the overnight sitter any moment and she was still running from the station. And it didn't seem to matter how many times she messaged Kor'i, nobody was responding to confirm that Mar'i was still waiting for her.

Banging on the apartment door, she tried to catch her breath. She was bent over double when it opened and straightened too quickly, gabbling an apology to the sitter, only to pull up short. Because, somehow, Kor'i had failed to mention that the overnight sitter? It was Damian. 

“Marinette?” He seemed just as unsure as she was, which made it easier. “I am afraid that Kor'i is not here at the moment, although she should be back this afternoon.”

“Um, no, I know,” she replied, pushing her fingers along her scalp. “I'm here to take over babysitting. But Kor'i didn't mention…”

“Ah, Richard and Kor'i likely did not know. The sitter backed out at the last moment and as I was put down as the emergency contact I collected her from school and stayed the night.”

“I see. Do you want me to-”

“Marinette!” Mar'i came barreling out of the apartment and practically flew into her arms. “You really came! And uncle Dami’s here too, so now we can play lotsa games!”

“I do not think I should remain,” Damian said, clearly uneasy with the situation they found themselves in. He looked to Marinette as she stood in the doorway juggling his niece and she made the decision to leave the choice up to him.

“You don't have to leave on my account,” she said softly, stepping into the apartment. She heard his breath catch but decided to ignore it and smiled up at him. “But if you have somewhere else to be, Mar'i and I will be fine.”

He ended up staying, and they played games until lunchtime. Mar'i was clearly delighted that both adults were paying her so much attention and her exuberance and energy only began to flag after she had stopped moving. 

After lunch, she curled up in Marinette's lap, the television on and giving a soft background noise until the girl fell asleep. Marinette giggled at the open mouth and light snore coming from Mar'i and moved her expertly to her own bed.

“You are very good with her,” Damian said when she returned, and she grinned happily. He had made them both coffee and her heart gave a thud as she realized he had made it exactly right. How had he even remembered something so small after all this time? She wasn't sure, but she knew it was bad for her resolve to steer clear of him. “It's true, and you should know that she does not take so easily to just anyone.”

They sat together on the sofa, and Marinette curled her feet under her as she hugged her mug. She glanced at him and had to remember to breathe as she found him already watching her intently. 

“It's cute to watch you two together,” she said, mentally berating her heart for getting pulled back towards him. 

“Mar'i is a wonderful child, I am fortunate that she likes to spend time with me,” he said softly, looking towards the closed door that hid the sleeping girl. 

“Even if she sometimes says the wrong thing and outs your secret plot to gather information?” Marinette asked with false nonchalance. Some of the tension left her when he snorted and a flush spread up his neck.

“Even then. It wasn't her fault that I failed to tell you how I felt until it was too late. And I…have a better understanding of why you were so protective, now. When I approached you before your flight home, I had assumed I would be trying to placate hurt pride.”

“How do you know that wasn't what I was doing?” She asked, frowning slightly. She couldn't think of a single interaction that had had since that would have changed that opinion.

“I would like to preface this by saying that I do not share this with you lightly,” he said after a moment's hesitation. Marinette's fingers tightened around her mug and her eyes darted around the apartment before resting back on his face. “Our, ah, nightly meetings have granted me such insight.”

Damian watched as understanding filtered into her expression, and he waited for the inevitable shouting, swearing and accusations of betrayal. So he was surprised when, after a couple of minutes, she smiled wryly before slumping over her mug.

“Oh my God, that's why you wanted to know about Ladybug and Chat Noir. Jesus Christ, I thought you were trying to steal the Miraculous! Ugh, Chloé and Adrien will never let me live this down. Of course I would fall for another hero, even in civvies.”

“You are not angry?” Damian was stunned, and a little concerned, by the lack of vitriol. He watched apprehensively as she set her mug aside with a determined look on her face.

“Damian, I didn't explain it fully yet, but the chaos smothering your city makes me a little paranoid. I only found out after I took a gap year to travel, but I'd already decided I had overreacted when things went sideways between us. So mostly what I'm feeling now is relief. And that I really, really want to kiss you.”

Damian put the mug down so quickly he distantly wondered whether it had just dropped, but he didn't care enough to check. He pulled Marinette towards him, his hand cupping her face gently and kissed her.

“Does this mean you're really going to be my auntie now?”

Damian pulled back from a blushing Marinette, who buried her face in her hands as Mar'i flew over to the pair. 

“I'll settle for being your uncle's girlfriend, if he wants it,” she replied, eyes peeking out from between her fingers. 

Damian thought his smile might actually break his face as he nodded and buried his face in her neck.

[k-reblog]

Huuuh Nette.... Thank you....

You're really an emotional confort support...

Lol I am sorry for your husband !! He has a kind wife 😩🌸🌸🌸

Pfff don't let the rabbit inside your life... It will cling like a koala on an eucalyptus...

Lol like this... Trey being like... Hn ? And K is like she's my mom now...

Again thanks...

@hamstergal / @twstinginthewind

Nette.... how are you?

OMG .... you can't imagine how much I cried over your comment....(I cry to every comments I read lol "je suis une madeleine")

But these one made me very emotional.... thank you.... for being kind.... I mean it....thanks

really thanks

[priceforrottenjudgement]

Ive seen a lot of bitching about hotd in the tag, which surprised me bc there was none of this two weeks ago and now all these ppl are acting like season 2 sucks and its badly written and its rewriting the books and bla bla. This surprised me, so i did a little snooping

Like. First off, isnt grrm consulting them this time? I know he was doing it for s1 and im sure i read he was doing s2 too. I cant say anything about bad writing, tbh i havent examined it that closely bc nothing about pacing or dialogue has bothered me enough to spend time thinking about it.

The "its not like the book!!!" Thing really bothers me though bc have you read the book? Lmao im not so sure bc some of the stuff you complain about is so weird, also how did you miss that fire & blood has deeply unreliable narrators? It literally says gyldayn is an unreliable narrator on the Wikipedia, hes taking a bunch of biased sources and kind of patches the history of house targaryen together. If you had read the book, youd KNOW that it isnt a definitive chronicle and stuff was likely altered, embellished and left out. Some of the alterations make sense, because why would some maester know about these ppls private lives. Fire and blood is full of propaganda, rumours and bias. Also the stuff that WAS changed isnt really that deep? I really like the change to the rhaenicent dynamic (ill come back to this, theres a reason ppl seem to hate this change lmao), i dont care about maelor and the nettes changes dont bother me that much? (Some ppl are convinced rhaena will get the ENTIRE nettles storyline. Which would indeed suck cough cough, but i dont think thats where theyre going at all lmao)

So i took a look at some of the other opinions of ppl who really really HATE s2 and, WOOOOOOWWWWW,there sure is a lot of homophobia on the yuri Website huh? All of a sudden it makes sense why these ppl popped up 2 weeks ago huh? (And why theyre so bitchy about the changes to alicents character not being a wicked stepmother but more of an... almost lover) Wow, what a fucking pathetic reason to be a hater. Awww nooooooooo this female character is kissing women noooo, theyre ruined!! Even though the relationship was kind of maybe sort of a little implied in the book. (Granted the book talks about a close relationship between rhaenyra, mysaria and DAMON, but see above for rumours and inaccuracies) Also there are a lot of ppl who were genuinely Team green (i did not realise those ppl existed unironically, gonna be honest) who are mad that Team green is portrayed more negatively than Team black and apparently thats unfair. Yeah, idk what to say about that, do you always expect to opposing sides of a fictional conflict to be treated the same and to be equally good and justified? Granted, the "pick a side" Marketing was dumb and encouraged this sort of thinking, but those two teams are not equal lol you can still like the characters even though theyre cheaters, usurpers and Bad ppl.

If you had genuinely read and UNDERSTOOD the books and that theyre full of propaganda you would understand why SOME PPL are either portrayed more positively or more negatively in the show than they were in the book. Just consider WHO was writing the history for one sec.

Yeah, rant over, this was just too ridiculous not to get off my chest.

Like yeah, you can criticise some of the changes and the simple fact that 8 ep seasons are SHIT for building a plot, but considering some ppl call an ep "filler" just because nobody got roasted by a dragon, maybe we dont deserve 20 ep seasons with a slow building of plot and tension anymore....

[mystic-myrtille]

I'm in a salt mode so lets get into this

One of the biggest problems people had with the L//S is how poorly developed it's been and how less effort it has been put into it, And don't get me started how Adrichat and Maribug barely interact basically making the ship have 0 chemistry.

But then when ships like Lukanette and Adrigami came along, then there's some Toxic L//S stans who bash the characters (and doxx lukanette and adrigami shippers), with their only excuse being "ThEy R iN tHe Way of adr///ette/L//s (Mainly because they're insecure that Lukanette/Adrigami has Chemistry, proper development and effort and their ship doesn't)

I'm so sick and tired of the hate that Lukanette/Adrigami gets.

I'm so sick and tired of the hate that Luka/Kagami gets.

I'm so sick and tired of toxic L//S stans projecting their ship on every. single. damn. thing

I'm so sick and tired of seeing Lukanette/Adrigami shippers get d0xxed, threatened and bullied just because they don't ship the L//S or Adr//ette

Yikes, people doxxed each other because of ships?? For some reason I'm not entirely surprised. I've seen fandoms with super toxic people and the ml fandom sure can be toxic as hell. If you (general) get so worked up about people's opinions about characters from a kids show, you should be denied access to the internet and instead have access to tons grass to touch. But yeah, even just "normal hate" can be frustrating and discouraging, so it's best to just block those people. I completely understand your frustration.

Luka//nette isn't good because they were half canon, it's good because they have a meaningful bond and the root for drama is always outside circumstances and not the fact that they fundementally don't work together. If Mari wasn't Ladybug, they probably wouldn't have split up. That's why I love this ship so much. Besides, they never got in the way of anything. Realistically, no ship can get in the way of a confirmed endgame ship bc, well, it's endgame. So this argument is kind of falls flat (honestly most arguments against Luka//nette I've heard were either not really important or kind of a very outlandish interpretation of their relationship, I don't care about either.)

Heck, even if Luka//nette wasn't the rival ship but just friends in canon who interacted twice, who cares? Shipping isn't supposed to be serious, it's exploring different dynamics between characters and having fun putting them in different scenarios and have them have 6176310278 different first kisses. There's no rule that you have to be on board with the canon ship.

Now speaking of L//S developement (bc now I'm also in a salty mood and I have thoughts)

I and many others have already talked about how s1-4 didn't really do much with them. But I find it funny when people say that s5 did a great job developing they're relationship because... bitch where? I've watched season 5 (I have no self respect) and everything was confusing and over the place and I think that's bc the writers can't make up their minds about which problems the L//S might face actually matter and how they can be solved.

The season starts with Mari making a big deal about how loving Adrien is dangerous because hero stuff. Oh but actually it doesn’t matter, she likes CN now, problem solved! Oh wait no Chat friendzoned her and Adrien is pushing real hard for Adr//nette so they give up their fucking miraculous (in times of crisis I might add), problem solved! No wait, actually the new heroes suck so they take them back, but that’s okay bc being in love and being a superhero at the same time is actually no longer a problem for some reason! The actual problem is that Mari is incapable of expressing herself because she has trauma. And THAT’S the real shit because fucking everybody gets so invested they organize literal dates for them and watch from a distance until they smooch instead of, oh idk, letting them do things their own way. But actually that also doesn't matter anymore bc Zoe just confessed and Mari was so inspired she immediately ran to Adrien. Oh but Adrien is a senti without free will and he goes to england soon whoopsie. Also Gabriel and Tomoe are now Adri//gami shippers because of course we need an arranged marriage deal type of plot. Oh yeah there's also something about Monarch apparently having all the miraculouses but who cares amirite

See what I mean? There's no structure, no actually overcoming problems, it's just random shit happening without any connection to the previous random shit. The characters don't develop in a meaningful way. Mari's only life goal is making one cohesive sentence in front of Adrien and he's kind of just there. I mean he could maybe feel inspired by Marinette's passion for arts and crafts and try out some stuff or he could continue to have no direction in life. Yes, as a teen it's hard knowing what you want to do later in life, but Adrien doesn't even really have actual hobbies he can define himself through. The writers fail not only to develop the relationship as a whole but also the characters involved as people. They could as easily be a situationship where they meed every two days to make out and it wouldn't change anyting. It's just fan service here and there combined with shallow and forgettable dialogue (I think, there wasn't a conversation that stick with me at least) and idk this maybe works as a first love that maybe lasts for a year before they have a dramatic break up and then move on with their lives, But the show tries to sell this idea that the square will actually stay together forever (or have a constant toxic on-off thing bc that's the vibe I'm getting. Plus Bunnyx sort of implied that).

[awholelotofladybug]

Quick Prompt Revision

Stammering AU Adrien and Marinette meet Paris Special Adrien and Emonette.

Revision of this piece

Marinette: I’m glad that other Ladybug convinced you to be good. Though if I’m being honest, your “emo” outfit is pretty cool. I have one just like it, but I never actually wore it.

Emonette: Why not?

Marinette: *blushing* I never thought I could pull it off...

Emo-Marinette: Well, you think I look good in it, and I'm you from another universe, so there you go.

Marinette: *still nervous* I don't know... *gets pushed into her chair* EEP!

Emonette: If I'm trying new looks when I get home, so are you. *takes out some makeup* Here, I'll do your makeup.

Marinette: *blushing* O-Okay...

Emonette: Good. Now, could you hold still? *relieved sigh* It'll be great not to work for the Supreme anymore. I'm still pretty shocked that your Chloe is nice, though.

Marinette: *holding as still as possible* With so many universes, it was bound to happen in a few. Thanks for this, by the way.

Emonette: No problem. So… You and your Adrien… Is it good?

Marinette: It’s great. Don’t worry. Whatever happens with you and your Adrien, I’m sure everything will be fine.

Emonette: *smiles* Thanks.

Meanwhile

Adrien: *now has hair, clothes, and makeup that matches his emo counterpart* Are you s-s-s-sure I can pull this off?

Emo-Adrien: I can, and I'm a parallel you, so yeah, I'm pretty sure.

Adrien: Well, o-okay. Thanks. And have a s-s-safe trip back home.

Emodrien: No problem… Hey, one other thing…

Adrien: Yeah?

Emodrien: Take good care of your mom.

Adrien: Sure. And you t-t-t-take… Take good care of your dad.

Emodrien: You know it. And hey, whoever killed your dad, I hope you find them.

Adrien: Oh, I will. *clenches his fist* I will.

Later

Marinette: *in full "Emo-nette" attire* You really think Adrien will like this outfit?

Tikki: Oh Marinette, I'm sure you could wear a chicken costume and Adrien would.

Marinette: Pfft! Come on, Tikki. That's just silly.

Adrien: *calling from a distance* Marinette! Cupcake! Over here!

*Marinette and Adrien walk toward each other and look each other over*

Adrien and Marinette: *in unison* Wow, babe! You look great!... Jinx! *laughing*

Adrien: S-S-S-Seriously, cupcake, I love the outfit.

Marinette: *blushing* I love yours too, muffin. So... You wanna dress like this every once in a while?

Adrien: S-S-S-S-Sounds good to me.

[k-looking-glass-house]

Ohhh look this little one....so small ...

Good to hear you are doing better! So are little kitten!

Gawww you think so..I am not.....Everyone is fashion in their way... Also...see Idia and how he can talk hours about his interest and "cry" in the corner after because he talked too much... I am the same.... so well...

Anyway.............. ù_ù] Yes flip flap and sock... Holy Champagne.... I am watching you... Not judging you of course but watching you....

Ahah yes ASUUUUU BEAAMMM!! xD if his UM is that, I'll be dead!!

Seeing that the inspiration for the new event might be a certain fashion house, I got an idea that's been making me laugh.

Vil, of course, is handling all of this like the professional model he is. He knows what he looks great in, and picks appropriate pieces.

Azul and Jamil are thoroughly enjoying their experience getting styled. Azul's already a sharp dresser, and is basking in his elevated choices. Jamil is loving getting the chance to feel spoiled, and is enjoying the opportunity to indulge himself.

And Ace is just a lil' disappointed that he doesn't get these:

... seriously. Look me in the eyes and tell me he's not a shorts-socks-and-slides kind of boy.

Oh Hi Nette!! How are you??? I read that you were sick...hope you are doing better? How are also the little kittens??

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Nette..

Netteeeeeeeeee that event thaaaat evennnnt I can't no moreeee!!

Yes...that so famous fashion house... I should have seen the hinnnt....

Because I was all time OMG NRC!Vil is wearing Guc*i!!!

Loooook here Nette!!!!

I all time wanted to talk about fashion in Twisted Wonderland and inspiration ...but well.... I am scarred people would not like it.....

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Anywayyyy!!

Haha!! Yes Vil is the pro, the icon, the moment, the Queen!!!

Azul and Jamil are truly a big surprise.... But I am not complaining since Azul has a very classic formal let's put all the best taste in the glasses fashion-sense, and Jamil....he deserves to be more spoiled ...to show us his beautifuuul hairs!!!!!

Ace is seriously the MC otome game, all time here for the best outfit xD!!! (That little, little spoiled baby bro brat)

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Nette....

Yes I am LOOKING YOU in the eyes... He definitely he's....

He brought back some at Heartslabyul dorm...

Fashion hearrrrt beaaamm attack!!

(I can't draw real pattern so let's make fake one...)

YOU MADE ME LAUGH SO HARRRRD!!

xD because I only approved socks with slippers like the Gucci socks association (wear fashion noticable sock/stocking...I mean it...it's so great)...In this kind of fashion sense..... Talk to someone who can't walk in split flip flop...

ALSOOOO PLEASEEEEE LITTLE ONE AROUND THE WORRRLLLD...

I beg you....and your feet and back too....Don't wear that except if you have specific socks with cut section.... BUT THAAAT

Cass' can't walk in that...even without socks lol, my feet runaway, slide away like butter....... If you can...You have my respect!!!

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PERIOD..... Don't......xD You will hurt your backbone (the nurse talking) more than any heels (the fashion enjoyer talking)... and....just don't...

Ask Crewel....

Maybe don't ask him actually....

Haha again thanks Nette, it was a good laugh and a funny good headcanonnnn!!!!

Take care!!!!

[msweebyness]

Just Some Akuma Class HC’s

Here’s some sweet HC’s for the akuma class, my babies! (Canon!Nette GTF outta here, this is FANON!Mari, the bae!) Enjoy! @artzychic27 @imsparky2002

Whenever someone in the class has some sort of extracurricular event, be it a game or meet for Kim/Alix, a Kitty Section concert, one of Mylene’s plays, a gig for Nino, etc, everyone is there to cheer them on, as enthusiastic as they can possibly be.

They are ALL neurodivergent. Fight me. Marinette struggles with OCD, this is canon. Kim has ADHD. Max is on the autism spectrum, and I actually feel like Nath(hyperfixating) and Juleka (social struggles) and Ivan (emotional expression) too. Mylene and Sabrina have anxiety. Everyone is supportive. Stim toys are always on hand. That is all.

They have regular class outings, be it a picnic in the park, seeing a movie, shopping, or just walking around Paris. They always have fun together and make a ton of memories.

They have biweekly movie nights where one person gets to pick the category, and they gorge themselves on snack food and yell at the screen. (They also group watch TV shows. Their last watch was Bojack Horseman. They are all emotionally destroyed.)

Their group chat is absolutely unhinged and it may leave you with deep mental scars if you read it.

In this class, one person’s younger siblings are EVERYONE’s younger siblings! Anyone in the class would commit homicide for Sasha Bruel, and they’ve all become well-versed in dealing with the Cesaire twins.

They have a funny game they all play together where they take a random idea for a story and then take turns adding stuff that makes the plot progressively more insane and hilarious.

Ivan is the designated person to carry any of his friends when they’re tired, overworked, hurt, or even just if they feel crappy and want to be carried. He’s a good boi.

Kim is pretty much the personal trainer for each of his classmates and you best believe he knows damn well how to motivate and pump up whoever he’s working with.

Adrien is the class baby, and they will all protect him with their lives. They’re teaching him about life and social norms, and plotting Gabe’s death is a regular occurrence in class discussions.

They have a…weird ritual for birthdays. No one knows how it started but it’s terrifying. All I’ll tell you is that it involves a pitch dark room, candles, dark cloaks, and chanting. Are they summoning something? No one knows.

Nino is class dad, and Mylene is class mom. They will do anything to take care of their friends. They always have first aid kits in their bags. They keep snacks on hand for everyone. If you’re out sick, they’re checking in on you regularly. You better be resting properly or you’re in trouble!

The whole class has nicknames for each other, both shortened versions of longer names (Mari, ‘Lene, ‘Brina, Jules, Nath) and the little cute ones that have to do with traits, experiences or personalities. (“Sunshine” for Adrien, “Kimbo” for obvious, “Tomato” for Nath.)

I hope you enjoyed this little piece of fluff! Leave your thoughts in the comments and reblogs!

[canines-alter-creation]

Hi! us again 🪼.. Could we get a level 2 Mimikyu and Banette from Pokemon?

Thank you...sorryyyy...

--> 🪼 (Jelly)

Absolutely nothing to apologize for! We+ don't feel super confident with these two just because pokemon were harder than We+ thought but I hope you like them regardless!

> Name(s): Mimikyu, Mimi, Kyu

> Pronoun(s): they/them, pika/chu, gho/ghost, dae/death, claw/claws

> Age: ageless, pokemon don’t really have ages

> Gender: genderapathetic, ghosttypic, pokemongender, pikagender, mimikyugender

> Sexuality: n/a (do pokemon have sexualities? I mean, I guess they do, I don’t know if I can think of one for Mimikyu, maybe aroace since they’re a deeply solitary pokemon?)

> Role: chameleon, comfort alter, identity concealer

> Source: Pokemon

> Faceclaims:

> Sign-offs: 🎭, ⚡, 👻

> Song theme:

> Front triggers(pos/neg/neu):

+ needing to feel mysterious, feeling lonely, playing a character (either as a necessity or like on a stage)

/ their job, other pokemon, source/playing the games, night time

- needing an emergency fronter (chameleon alters take on whatever role they need to at the time), 

> Likes/dislikes:

+ being alone, the rain, the night time

- the sun, being outside, being in large groups, having their disguise removed

> Name(s): Banette, Bane, Nette, Netta, Marionette, 

> Pronoun(s): it/its, doll/dolls, toy/toys, aban/abandoned, grudge/grudges, dae/death, gho/ghost, evi/evil, cur/curses zip/zipper

> Age: ageless, is a pokemon

> Gender: agender, ghosttypic, pokemongender, banettegender, toygender, puppetgender, dollic, genderghost

> Sexuality: may be a primarily platonic pokemon, having a hard time forming emotional or romantic connection due to source memories and feelings

> Role: grudge holder, aggressive protector

> Source: Pokemon

> Faceclaims:

> Sign-offs: 🎎, 🧸, 👿

> Song theme:

> Front triggers(pos/neg/neu):

+ needing revenge, a grudge to hold, people doing wrong by them/the body/friends, 

/ toys & dolls (especially in second hand stores or dropped places), its job

- being left behind (even if it’s just someone walking slightly faster), the body being in danger

> Likes/dislikes:

+ being feared, people caring about it even if they’re scared, other ghost/dark pokemon

- being abandoned, people discarding it, forgiveness

[icee133]

Sorry!! Just realized I set the auto post to the wrong day -_- It took me way too long to notice this part wasn't posted. Better late than never I suppose. On that note here's Part 8 of the Marionette series! Hope you guys enjoy this one. Sorry for any writing errors.

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The Marionette

Masterlist, Part 8 🤍

Word count for this part: 2431. Enjoy!👻👻

Synapsis:

A new overlord has manifested in hell seemingly overnight. One that overpowered many if not all of the current overlords in all the right ways. Will this overlord use her powers for good to help the members of the hotel? Will she fall in love with a man and end up in a loving gentle relationship? Or will she get her heart broken and turn against them all, burning each bridge she meticulously made. 

The Marionette is a heart wrenching fic with many turns you won't see coming. Stay tuned for each of the episodes as they are released.

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Nette made her way back to Lucifer’s apple-shaped office trying to slow her breathing down, feeling her heightened anxiety about everything she was about to have to tell him. She knew he wouldn’t be upset at her- at least she hoped he wouldn’t be. But honestly she thinks he might be since she didn’t throw out the first man as soon as she found out about him. Though she had wanted to, but truthfully she holds no grudge against him other than the fact her boys had almost died to an exorcist. Charlie on the other hand has every reason to hold a grudge against him, and yet…she didn’t. She looked at him seeing what he was going through and allowed him into the hotel. Took him under her wing and cared for him, cleaned his wounds even. The heart this girl has is something Nette finds herself admiring more and more as each day goes on. Truly an angelic heart if she had ever seen one.

As Nette approached the door she could hear Lucifer inside talking to himself. He seemed a bit off? If that was a good way to put it. She could hear his rapid speech and panicked tone through the door. She smiled lightly thinking ‘what could possibly have him stressed out now’ while laughing quietly to herself. She knocked on the door lightly to alert him of her arrival. She heard a quick ‘coming!’ from the other side waiting a sec before the door swung open. She quickly gave the Angel in front of her a once over from head to toe. He had his coat and hat placed meticulously back onto his form. Though she couldn’t help but feel he was a bit overdressed considering when she had spoken to him last he was wearing neither of them. However, when she walked into the room she saw there was a table in the center of the room with flowers, and candles in the center. She placed the plates down onto the table, setting the tray off to the side before looking back at him. She lightly chuckled then saying “you know this isn’t a formal business dinner, right? Just a dinner between friends. No need to be so nervous Luci” seeing him looking around at everything but her. “Ah r-right of course…yes Dinner” He stumbled over his words a bit before settling on “Dinner between friends. I suppose I overdid it a bit. It’s been awhile since I’ve had anyone join me for a meal. I was worried what exactly I should do for… well this situation.” ‘It’s alright Luci no worries everything looks absolutely stunning thank you. but if I had to make one complaint… I do feel a tad bit under dressed at the moment Mr full suit.” Lucifer laughed slightly “well we can’t have that” proceeding to take off his coat and hat once again placing them on the side table out of the way.

Lucifer pulled out Nette’s chair allowing her to sit comfortably before sliding her back into place at the table. “My what a gentleman” she chuckled. Watching as Lucifer’s cheeks turned a light yellow color as he went to his side of the table to take a seat. “I brought a bottle of wine from the bar but I’m not sure if you were wanting to drink, as unfortunately I have another topic I have to discuss with you, but I’d rather wait till we were finished with dinner as I do believe it to possibly be well…uncomfortable” Lucifer looked at her before saying “well if you think it to be so, then I suppose it’s best to wait a bit. And best to not drink beforehand as there is a possibility it might be needed after” he joked lightly. “For this I guarantee it will be needed after” They both began eating the meal Nette had prepared engaging in small talk about the angel’s duties and the hotel staff. As well as, venturing into stories about Charlie and how razzle and dazzle came to be created. After all Nette was a bit curious about the 2 dragon creatures as they seemed to be different from the rest of hell creatures.

The meal went amazing. Afterwards Nette and Lucifer both found themselves sitting on the couch in his office laughing about the story Lucifer was telling about how ducks came to be created in Eden when Nette remembered the touchy subject she had to tell him about. “Speaking of Eden…” Nette paused slightly. “I hate to sour the mood but, I suppose we should get into the unfortunate discussion that I have to tell you.” “Nonsense, give me a sec I’ll open the wine” Lucifer said while standing up walking over to the side table where Nette had left the bottle earlier. He quickly opened it and poured a glass for himself and her before returning, handing it to Nette. He sat down on the other side of the couch facing her taking a small sip before saying “Great choice of wine. Well go on let’s get this uncomfortable topic over with” Nette watched the way he had placed himself seemingly a lot more comfortable with her presence as he was leaning backwards with one leg bent on the couch while the other was hanging over the edge. “Right, well I’m not sure how to tell you this. I was thinking the entire time I was making dinner, then again after I spoke with Angel, and even the entire walk up here. After all that the only thing I could think of was to just be honest and upfront with you about it. Either way I feel you're not going to like it, but…” Nette said taking a small sip then placed her glass down on the table before continuing “I need you to promise me you won’t freak out.” Lucifer smirked “Freak out? Nette, I'm an Angel.” Nette rolled her eyes slightly “I’m aware you handsomely prideful man, but I need this promise okay?” She said hoping he would understand there was a reason. “Of course, I promise I won’t freak out. Devil’s honor” Lucifer said holding 2 fingers upwards smiling at her. Nette chuckled lightly at his devil's honor joke, sighing she continued “Charlie took in a new sinner…..” she started “Okay?” Lucifer said carefully, slightly pushing her to tell him why this was different from the other ones she had taken in. “It’s… well… He’s a sinner, but he um.” Lucifer set his glass down before leaning into her slightly “Nette it’s okay just tell me I promised I wouldn’t freak out” Nette’s anxiety was through to roof at this point. She thought to herself ‘fuck it’ before saying “Adam is a fallen Angel, or I guess a sinner in this case since he isn’t heaven born I guess he isn’t fallen.” The room fell deathly silent after Nette finished her sentence. You could hear a pin drop, the only sound being both of their breathing. Or wait no Lucifer’s breathing Nette realized she was holding her breath.

“What?.” She heard Lucifer say after what felt like an eternity of silence. “Adam is alive and is now a sinner” she hesitantly repeated looking down at her lap as she was nervous to look at the man sitting across from her. “You said Charlie took in a sinner, is?” “Yes” Nette quickly answered. She felt the room get hotter almost instantly. She hesitantly looked up, meeting Lucifer’s red eyes. She quickly realized he was in his demon form. A form she had never seen him use, one she had hoped she wouldn’t see. Red eyes, horns with a burning flame, wings, and his tail swinging menacingly behind him. “My daughter took in the man who killed her friend, wrecked the hotel, almost killed her, injured the staff, and is responsible for the extermination of every single human soul they have gotten rid of down here.” Nette could hear an almost growl-like sound coming from behind his voice. One that she had to admit was strangely hot, yet insanely intimidating as well. (Wait- what? No this man could very well end your fucking life right now. Wait, it's Lucifer he wouldn’t hurt you. stop thinking stupid shit and speak woman before he actually does kill you fucking idiot.) “Yes” she found herself barely squeaking out this one word. Cursing herself for agreeing to put herself in this very situation. Lucifer stood up seemingly seething with an unkept rage. Nette quickly grabbed his arm before he could step away from the couch silently thanking she had sat on the side closest to the door. He snapped his head looking directly at her. His eyes burning into her own with what felt like almost a sense of… hurt? Behind them. “You promised” she said quietly. Scared she would say the wrong thing and make it worse. Lucifer sighed quietly to himself before returning to his normal form and taking a seat beside her. “Is she okay?” He asked the overlord sitting next to him. “Yes, Vaggie was with her the last time I checked.” “Why?” Lucifer asked, looking across the room. “Why?… she said when she found him she wanted to leave him there to rot. To let him waste away like he deserved to for everything he had done to the people down here, but she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t allow herself to leave him there. She also said he is one of the only ones who has been able to see the winners who got into heaven, and also see the sinners who ended up here. She thinks he would be useful in redeeming sinners. Though I don’t think he would even be willing to help.” Nette said carefully while looking at Lucifer. She could tell he was still upset but felt a little better knowing it was Charlie who had made the decision.

“Her heart of gold is going to get her hurt one of these times” Nette heard Lucifer whisper, though it didn’t feel like it was something she should have heard so she stayed quiet just looking at him stare at the wall across the room.“I…think it’s a decent idea to ask for his help, but it does put us in a rather hard place. If heaven finds out a winner fell, more so the first man. Things will get extremely ugly and who knows what they will do.” She couldn’t help but also voice her concerns on the matter. Knowing what she did about heaven, she was worried about what laid ahead of them now that this happened. Lucifer turned his body facing her before saying “you weren’t joking about needing a drink after that.” She saw him reach for his glass drinking what was remaining in it before setting it down again. He turned back to face her directly “I’m sorry” Nette stared at him confused as to why he was apologizing to her. “What for Lucifer?” “Breaking the promise.” He whispered to her. She quickly grabbed his hands “it’s okay I know it was not something that was able to be prepared for. And it was definitely not something that could have been predicted.” “Still I broke a promise I made with you” she could tell he was very upset about this. Though Nette found herself unsure as to why he was. She was a bit upset at herself for underestimating the care he had for his daughter. The level of stress this topic would bring him was not something she had calculated in. That was her fault not his. “Lucifer, it's okay. It’s your daughter, I understand your need to protect her. After all, I think I would react the same way had it been one of my boys. So no need to apologize. Okay?” “Okay” he replied hesitantly. She knew he would still be upset about it for a while longer but decided it was for the best to let it go. She turned to grab her glass wanting to move on from this topic entirely. Feeling even worse about her souring the good mood from earlier as the tension sat in the air was still quite thick.

“You can still call me Luci, you know.” Nette froze. “Ah you… sorry I didn’t ask before using a nickname for you.” “It’s okay, I quite like it.” Lucifer said, smiling at her. “Oh…so I can give you another one?” She teased “Like what Nette?” Gosh she really enjoyed hearing her name fall from his lips. (Nette what the fuck now is not the time for that) “Since you like ducks so much how about duckie? Ooh or what about goose? Nah geese are mean you're definitely not mean enough for that. Waddles? No too weird, that's like describing a thing, not a nickname.” Lucifer was smiling watching her ramble while thinking hard about a nickname for him. “Does that mean I can give you one too?” He found himself asking. “Of course your majesty whatever you wish.” Nette giggled. “Though Nette is already a nickname I’d love to hear what you come up with though” “What about… bunny?” Nette turned bright red at that. “Bunny?” She asked “why bunny?” “Your demon form is a rabbit is it not?” Lucifer smirked at her. “How…” Nette tried to ask “How do I know? I know a lot of things bunny. A lot” Nette was bright red at this point. Something about the way he says that word makes her want him to say it more. (Oh my gosh stop it) “well I suppose I don’t mind that, but I’m definitely calling you duckie now.” Nette said feeling oddly competitive about this. “Works for me bunny” she could hear the smirk dripping off his voice. Like pride itself crawling off his vocal cords and into the air as he spoke. “Duckie” she said trying to stand her ground. Knowing she has no chance against this man. None at all. “Yes bunny?” He replied. “Can’t even let me have the last word huh duckie?” “Nope, sin of pride remember bunny” Both of them felt the tension in the air from the previous discussion lighten a bit. As the night went on they addressed each other by only their new animal nicknames, refusing to be the first to back down in this nickname war. Though neither of them truly minded it at all. In fact they both quite enjoyed their new nicknames, though they wouldn’t admit it to the other one.

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[andishouldfeel]

Puppy Pack &

Pot Brownies AU

"Is it me spinning?

Oh dear

Such a lovely dance"

trigger warnings: pot brownies, protective friends, careless boyfriends, Nett & Thiam

"Nolan, just how many brownies have you eaten?" Mason asked, concerned.

The freckled boy was caught by the puppy pack wandering around the party in a slow and dizzy pace, his legs looking like were about to give out any minute.

"I... Humm... Don't know? Where's Brett?" Nolan looked around, eyes heavy and blurry, trying to find the blonde tall boy in the middle of the improvised dance floor.

"Here, I got him some water" Theo handed the bottle to Mason. "Let's get somewhere for him to sit down"

"Did he knew those where pot brownies? Who gave him those?" Liam angrily asked, frustrated for his friend helpless state.

"Some seniors brought them, but I don't think he knew what they were..."

Corey was guiding Nolan gently to one of the bedrooms in the basement, supporting most of his weight.

"But Brett... Can't... Brett? Are we leaving Brett there?"

Nolan tried to leave when he saw that they were getting away from the loud music, Theo stopped in the hallway, looking for the freckled's boyfriend.

"I don't think he knew, actually... Where is Brett, the fucker doesn't answer his phone!"

Suddently, Theo saw the dirty blonde hair of his boyfriend in the crowd, looking positively fuming, heading towards somewhere.

"Heh, somebody is about to get their ass kicked" Theo laughed, and crossed his arms, waiting.

"OUCH, OUCH, OUCH!"

"You were supposed to take care of him! Where was you when he eaten those?"

It was a laughable scene, Liam dragging Brett by his ear.

"What?! Those were just candies! OUCH! Let go Liam! Fuck, I was right there!" The tall boy squirmed, trying to get away from Liam's tight grip.

"He is down there, go and take care of him or else I..." Theo interrupted Liam's bicker, grabbing him by his hips.

"Leave him, they will be fine." The quimera whispered in his ear. "Meanwhile, you owe me a dance."

[healthcareguytf2]

Who takes care of you and the rest of the team when you are sick or hurt?

Me. Or engineer and heavy if heavy forces me to rest. Nobody really cares if I'm unvell, zhey still ask for mien help. Heavy really has a vay to make me care for myself vhen nobody vill... Deshalb liebe ich ihn so sehr. so nett und nett zu mir. Ich würde ihn niemals absichtlich verletzen.

[piracytheorist]

Grrrhhhnnn okay venting time because doing that to my family will either make them sad or they'll tell me I'm exaggerating.

So in my family there's two group chats. A big one with relatives from the side of my late father, and a smaller one with relatives from my mother's side. The first one I'm a part of, and though I'm not very active, I do pop in to see photos of the family whenever they share.

The second one I'm not a part of anymore. I was in it, but my aunt was in there, who can be perfectly described as a Facebook aunt, complete with Minions memes posting. Anyway, I was mostly ignoring the stupid memes she shared in that group chat, until she started spouting anti-vaxxing shit and I was like okay yeah bye. And I left the group chat.

Considering that everyone else in the group chat HAD vaccinated against covid and was PRO vaccine... I expected they'd talk to her and I'd come back into the group and we'd just never have to deal with her shit again.

But nope. I was left out of the group. I told my mother about my complaints over that, and she was like "Yeah okay we'll talk about it" and then we just never did.

It's been years since, and all along they've been sharing photos and news and having video calls in that group chat and I'm just never in, and then they go like "Oh yeah, you're not in that group" LIKE YEAH. FOR A FUCKING REASON. I have mentioned that a few times but they're just like "Eh okay".

Anyway, I've been mostly ignoring the fact that I feel pretty much left alone by my own family, because we Shan't Upset the Anti-vaxxer Facebook aunt, but today I realized my sister, who is visiting the States, did a video call DURING THE FUCKING ECLIPSE. And I wasn't even given the chance to take part. I realized that because she shared a video her friend took with his phone while she was talking to the others, and I could hear her greet someone from the Facebook aunt's camera. In the video (which she shared in the group chat of the other side of the family - which I get why she didn't call there, this group chat has some 30 something participants, while the other has like, seven) the eclipse is very clearly shown, and fantastic tbh, while in the video call she made she says the eclipse wasn't visible. So, I shouldn't get to complain, I guess?

Fuck that, though. Because no-one wants to talk some sense to our aunt, even though we all agree she's wrong, I missed an opportunity for something my sister knows I love. I know I wouldn't be able to see the eclipse from her video call, but seeing her being excited about it live would do as much.

And the thing is... who do I complain to about this? I can't complain to my mom, because I was raised in a "don't make mom sad" mentality, and she has lost her parents, two of her three siblings (with Facebook aunt being her last remaining close relative), her closer aunts and uncles, and recently her husband. How do I come up to her and tell her "Your bitchy sister, the last person left alive from your original family, made me miss a great opportunity for a bonding moment, and it's all the fault of you and the rest of the family for deciding that It's Okay that Nette isn't in this group chat where we share all about our family, and it's better that we keep anti-vaxxer Facebook aunt instead." How do I do that?

I can't complain to my sister who witnessed the eclipse, because I don't want to sour it for her. It was a great moment for her to witness it, I'm happy for her, and I don't want her feeling sad because she clicked "video call" on the group chat of the extended family, which is the one with the most activity.

I can't complain about it to my oldest sister, because she's the type of person who will blame me for overreacting on Facebook aunt's comments, for not talking about it, and for caring so much for a fucking eclipse or whatever. We don't have a lot in common and sadly she has a hard time understanding that I am passionate for different things than she is, and my passions are just as legit as hers. So I'm pretty sure she'll just scoff and blame me.

I could complain about it to my brother, but he lives far away and has little to no contact with Facebook aunt aside from that group chat. He won't disagree with me but he might say I'm exaggerating, and he won't be able to provide any help.

I don't want to complain to my therapist, because I have better use of my 40 euros per session than a stupid Facebook aunt.

I don't want to complain to my Facebook aunt, because she won't listen and, just like my oldest sister, she won't understand why what she originally did was stupid and insulting considering she knows I have a heart disease and I am a high risk group for any disease so anti-vaxxing can be just like lethal danger for me, and she also won't understand why it was important for me to witness the eclipse with my sister, or at least witness her witness it.

And like... UGH. I might go for a walk and listen to some music, fuck this shit. I'm tired of being second thought to anti-vaxxer, minion-posting, ignoring-her-daughter's-very-obvious-learning-disabilities-and-near-arrested-emotional-development aunt.