#to those asking this is absolutely a magnet reference

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[🥀 / july 2023 ] do you think love can bloom, even in a hot topic? ❤️‍🩹💀

(he/him for left, she/they for right)

[ID: a digital drawing with dark, warm but muted colors of two anthro characters in profile, looking into each others eyes and holding hands against a hot pink background with punkish textures. on the left is a golden bat with a heart marking on his forehead and small black wings, dressed in a spiked collar and black tank top with a heart shaped boob window. on the right is a purplish grey mongoose with colorful scene hair, with a white and black crop top with red armwarmers. they have matching headphones with a skull design and bat wings on them. /end ID]

[screeching-bunny]

Yandere! Supernatural Harem

Warnings: Obsessive Behavior, Yandere Thoughts, Bad Writing, Stalking, Possessive Behavior, Reader is Referred as ‘You’

A/N: This idea was inspired by a Reddit prompt.

Ever since you were little, you’ve always attracted unwanted attention from supernatural creatures. You were like a magnet, a special enigma that only certain entities were aware of. Werewolves would try to take you to their dens, sirens would always try to lull you towards the sea with their voices, fairies would try to guide you to their forbidden forests. The list could go on and on.

Mythological creatures thought to be made up scary bedtime stories would always line up outside your door. It didn’t matter how old you were. Childhood memories consisted of these monsters trying to kidnap and force an adoption upon you. Teenage/adult years consisted of marriage proposals and courtship. No matter where you were, there was always a stalker up your trail following you.

Having friends was basically impossible. Every interaction you’ve had with another person has always ended up badly for them. Whether they be mutilated beyond recognition or become a seeping liquid you knew better then to go out and make friends. Thankfully, you’re family was never harmed by this ordeal and you moved as far away from them as possible to keep them safe.

Currently, you have a dilemma on your hands and right now it’s because of a certain Naga.

“Do you like my skin?” He asked in a tense voice. As he stands before you with his long serpent tail wagging through the air like a dog.

“It’s very pretty” You knew better than this. You felt like an absolute fool for picking up his shedded skin. Honestly, you should have just ignore it and went on with your day as if nothing was there.

“I’m so happy you think that way. If you like it that much let’s get married and I can give you as much as your pretty little heart desires. I’m so happy I decided to approach you. It took me months of prepping and working my skin to make sure that it shined brightly when it came off”

“It’s happening again,” you thought. Interactions like this happen on a daily basis. It would be strange not to see one marriage proposal a day from these guys. No matter what you did or how much you changed your appearance, these guys would always come back with eyes filled with love. Everyone of those supernatural creatures had their own unique version of courting and expressing their love.

“I’m sorry, I just don’t think I’m ready for marriage”

“You don’t have to be, as long as you come back with me I’ll make sure to treat you right and absolutely worship you. Being in your presence and being the only thing to brace your eyes is enough for me.

“I need some time to think about this, my emotions are still unclear”

“I understand this concern of yours and shall agree to give some time to ponder about this. However, I shall be coming back within a month's time and if you are still unsure I will take you back with me whether you like it or not” The naga states as slithers out of your yard and back into the forest.

The day just started and you were already exhausted. It honestly did not matter if he came back or not because, as said before, at least one supernatural creature was at your side. When he comes back, there would most likely be a bloodthirsty fight between two entities and you were sure as hell not going to get in the way by stopping the fight.

Well, there’s no use in moping around might as well just go back inside to make dinner for yourself. Walking towards your kitchen you go to pick up some food but before you could everything in your house was being knocked over.

“Seriously, again?!” You were honestly getting so sick of this. Your ghost admirer seemed to have barged into your home and was making a mess of it.

“If you’re going to stay here you might as well help me cook dinner” Honestly, the audacity of this man has you appalled. Out of all your obsessive admirers, the ghosts were definitely the most annoying. Every single day they always barge into your home and there’s nothing you can do about it because they can quite literally go through your walls.

“I’ll do it but only if you call me husband” he says lovingly as he starts to make his form appear visible to your eyes.

“Please, husband” And just like that, ingredients start to fly through the air. Hey, I mean who are you to deny free labor. If they're always going to make an appearance in your life might as well just make them useful.

After dinner, you decided to take a long needed bubble bath. Sometimes you wonder what life would be like if you were just a normal and average person. It didn’t really even matter anyways, it’s not like those wishes would ever become a reality.

Moving your way out of the bathroom you start to make your way to bed. As you lay there your eyes begin to droop and sleep begin to succumb to you.

It would have been a peaceful scene had it not been for the vampire staring at you through your window…

Pt.2

[pastanest]

A/N: if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post

Cuddling Daryl Would Include

- so, Daryl Dixon is a bitch for cuddles. that goes without saying but is very much still worth saying

- however cuddling takes TIME, he’s gotta warm up to you a lot first

- and if you expect HIM to make the first move? hA! you waitin to die of old age too, gumdrop?

- bless him

- anyway

- Daryl is a very attentive lover, he pays very close attention to every aspect of you, even before you’re together. he cant help it, he feels this magnetic, gravitational pull to you

- he makes a mental note of things that have made you smile, jokes you have found funny, the kinds of reassurance you appreciate

- and he realises that you like giving people hugs, including him

- the first time you hugged Daryl it was like that Spongebob episode where there’s tiny Spongebobs running around inside his head and everything’s on fire and they’re all screaming but Daryl’s just standing there like 0.0

- but then he gingerly hugs you back and in a few seconds he relaxes and awh what a cutie

- but y’all werent even together then and that wasnt a cuddle so that isnt technically part of this SO

- cuddles first happen when you’re sitting next to him on his porch one night. you’re facing the street, but he’s sitting to the side, facing you

- and you’re like *sigh* and he’s like “What?” and you’re like “Well-“ and then you rest your head on his shoulder and he’s once again 0.0

- once you notice him relax, you lean into Daryl a little more, and he gets brave enough to wrap an arm around you and pull you closer, so your head is on his chest rather than his shoulder

- and he’s like dang I been missin out on THIS are you KIDDIN me????

- and you’re like *sigh* and he’s like “What now?” and you’re like “This is nice.”

- again technically not a cuddle but Daryl counts it as a cuddle so your cuddle judging is invalid go away

- as a certified cuddling champion, cuddling comes naturally to you

- literally. if you dont fall asleep cuddling Daryl then you can trust that as soon as you are asleep, you’ll be snuggling him and he’s like smh this cute ass

- at first, even tho you’re asleep he doesnt cuddle you back. cuz he’s scared, but also cuz he cant tell if you actually want to hug him cuz you’re asleep and he doesnt want you to wake up in his arms feeling uncomfortable

- but one day you ask Daryl about it and tell him that you absolutely want to cuddle him all the time wtf how does he even think u think otherwise wh???

- so that night, when you’re asleep and you snuggle into him, Daryl pulls you closer and wraps his arms around you

- he stares down at you for a while, brushing strands of hair out of your face to admire you, but his fingertips dont stop caressing your face even when he cant see it clearly in the dark anymore

- you’re just so damn beautiful, and he truly cant understand how of all the people left in the world, you gave your heart, and your cuddles, to him

- but Daryl couldnt be more grateful that you had

- his personal favourite cuddling positions involve him holding you, usually. Daryl likes to know you’re safe, and considering he would quite literally take a bullet or a bite or both for you, he knows you’re safest whenever you’re shielded in his arms

- but sometimes, he just needs you to hold him. on days like that, he cant always put it into words. you’ve been helping him verbalise his feelings, but sometimes he still struggles, and that’s often how you can tell when he needs you, so you dont wait for him to try and get the words out again. you just take him over to the nearest couch or bed to cuddle, or if there’s neither of those available you’ll let him drop his head to your shoulder and you’ll hold him while he falls into you

- you’ve really made up for all Daryl’s touch starved years, and be cant believe he survived so long without knowing how perfect your cuddles felt

[immeasurablesaladagere]

Hello salad 🫶 Can I please get some little Taub or Park headcanons please? My underrated kings 🙏

I'll do both!

Taub

Is a middle regressor with an age range of 12 to around 16.

In his ✨💀emo phase💀✨ almost all the time when he's regressed. If he has a say in what he's wearing than it's all black with band T-shirts, skull accessories, too many bracelets, and beanies. He might even get into dark eye makeup if he's feeling fancy that day.

His teenager brain really hates being bald. Almost never without a hat.

Actually becomes really good at using liquid eyeliner when he's regressed, and that skill doesn't transfer to when he's big somehow.

Very "stereotypical 80's movie teen". Kind of has an apathetic "ugh, whatever" attitude about most things and doesn't like being told what to do, lots of demand avoidance.

He is willing to help caregivers out with babysitting though. He pretends he doesn't care but he does and everyone knows it.

"Taub, turn the music on your iPod down, you'll hurt your ears!" - Wilson, yelling

"Yeah whatever, Mom!" - Taub, yelling back (he turns it down secretly)

Stops liking coffee and switches to sugary energy drinks for his caffeine intake instead. He also consumes much more caffeine while regressed if no one stops him.

Most of his emotional woes are being chronically unhappy with his life choices and having a simultaneous quarter and mid-life crisis at the same time.

Touchy about his appearance, as all self-conscious teens.

Likes playing Mario and Legend of Zelda games.

Doesn't have stuffed animals, but he does have a lot of game/band keychains.

Owns a few fidgets like a fidget cube and a Rubik's cube, and has a little collection of magnets to mess with.

Journals (He insists it is not a diary)

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Park

Little age anywhere from 2-8. She's usually all the way on one end or the other, but occasionally goes in-between.

Didn't know what the heck was going on with her when she first regressed starting in med-school because of the stress, and of course, being a med-student, she jumped to the worst possible conclusion and thought she had a brain tumour or something.

She just nervously sat on that information until her psych class discussed age regression, and then just went "Oh."

Regresses almost entirely involuntarily and due to stress or fear (she also regressed that one time she was on acid, only House really picked up on it). It doesn't happen very often, usually when she's sleep deprived and otherwise upset.

Has a box of the bare-minimum in the way of little gear. A pacifier that's light blue, a colouring book with some crayons, a white bear with a pink bow around its neck, and a little whiteboard list of self-care things so she remembers to actually do them.

Refers to her caregivers very respectfully, using Mr. and Mrs. for everything, or in the case of her coworkers, Doctor [name]. She will not stop calling them that even though they've said she doesn't have to.

Asks people bluntly if they can shut up so she can read her picture books.

The kind of kid where if you sit them down at those restaurants with the paper on the tables for colouring she'll do her best to make a masterpiece and impress the workers.

Will ask you why you look so ugly. She's not being mean, she genuinely wants to know. Absolutely no filter.

Rambles about her current interests and will just keep going if you don't stop her.

Her favourite caregiver is Cuddy, she likes to give her the pictures she draws.

Watches nature documentaries about the ocean and unironically watches the Telletubbies. She loves how creepy they look.

[melanatedkink]

Quiet Mouse

Denki x Y/N

Warnings: missionary sex, soft to rough, vulgar language, coercion(?), female body parts mentioned

Synopsis: You’ve been toeing the line between keeping it together during sex and absolutely losing it. Denki, however, is about to blur those lines. 

It wasn’t that he was bad. Let’s just get that out of the way. The first time you ever had sex with Denki, you two were both inexperienced. The only information you possessed was from perverted manga you happened to read together. You had several conversations leading up to you two tangled up in the sheets, which led to a smooth, giggly session. Denki was an expert at distracting your insecurities with his voice. Whether it be a joke, a reference to a meme, or his high pitched whimpers, your boyfriend was always there to make you stop second guessing what comes naturally.

Denki notices when you hide your face behind the back of your hand after a particularly quick thrust. Before he can let up, you give him a reassuring grin, wrapping your fingers around his arms to let him know he didn’t hurt you. You were always so loud in every other setting. Why did you get so quiet when he genuinely wanted more of your voice? He craved it. He vied for your attention, and making love only amplified that incessant fixation. In a way, he wanted those praises. You were so quick to verbally reassure him when he came home from work. You praised him when you completed missions on your favorite video games together. Was he just not cutting it tonight? Were you sparing him by holding back? He shook his head. Denki was determined to hear you tonight. 

He leaned down, pressing his chest against yours and whispering in your ear.

“Is it too much for you, milady?” he whispered with a smile. 

You let out a breathy laugh, “You didn’t just say that, right now,”

“You keep holding your hand to your lips,” he pressed, as he removed said hand to place a kiss on it, “like you’re having sex with class,” 

Your precious giggle floated through the air as he smacked sloppy kisses up your arm. You wrenched it back, forcing him closer as he wasn’t letting go. 

“Denki!” you squealed. 

“S-sorry I- oh fuck,” His apology was left unfinished as the sound of you moaning his name fully registered. 

Wild, amber eyes zeroed in on you. You who was bracing the absolute worst-

“Did I do good that time?” He teased, dragging his length over the same spot he just rammed into. 

“I - mmh!- yeah you - oh God - you always do good, baby,” you answer, voice like spun silk. 

He slowly began picking up the pace. You two maintaining eye contact for longer than a couple minutes was getting to his brain. Perhaps seeing your eyes while making love was a bad idea as his will was rapidly deteriorating. He dug his nails into the mattress, determined to keep you talking. 

“Yeah? So, what, you were holding back on me, hmm? Afraid I would like hearing you in bed, huh?” With that said, a thumb pressed on your clit, distracting you from no longer feeling his dick moving inside you. Rather he’d positioned himself on his heels, watching you with pleading eyes; nearly whining for your response. “Please, sweetheart?”

“It’s just…Denki I…can we not right now I-” 

He let out a disapproving hum, switching from teasing to drawing full on figures on your clit. 

“What better time is there to talk about this?” he innocently asked,” Not unless you want a round 2?”

You whined pathetically, wrenching your hips away in order to cling to some sort of composure. Though, Denki’s magnetic hands honed in on your pleasure like a lifeline. You couldn’t take the incessant assault. Between him encouraging you with his words, and hands, you were done for. Streams of whorish moans poured from your lungs as your high hit you full force. Denki had to sink his teeth deep into his lip to keep from grabbing his dick and finishing right then and there. As your writhing came to a close, you peeked up at your boyfriend, who had a mixture of awe and adoration on his face. 

“Guess a round 2 really got you going, huh?” Denki joked. 

You were about to throw a quip when you noticed his hard-on. He quickly followed your eyes. 

“Don’t worry about it,” he dismissed, “ How are you feeling? You’ve never lost control like that. I’ve never seen…I never knew you were holding it back,”

You avert your eyes, “I just get nervous. It’s one thing being your girlfriend, it’s another being naked in front of you,” 

He rubbed your knee as he took in your words. 

“Would you like to get more comfortable with being naked around me?” Denki suggested, wiggling his eyebrows. 

You cut off his teasing chuckle by wrapping your legs around his hips, squeezing him against you. You snaked your arms around the back of his neck, giving him a pleading look. He stuttered.

“N-now?” 

[anonymousbeefriendfanfics]

Hi thereeee!! Saw your OCs and theyre amazinggg. One caught my eye though, enby ace bookworm Elliott, and I wanted to join in om the get to know them prompt. I have 6 questions I chose, but I hope it's alright cause I'm only asking for Elliott! >.< These are the questions:

Appearance

13. What is something they would refuse to wear?

19. What tattoo would they get?

Wheather and nature

9. Are they good with animals?

Community and relationships

7. Who are they most honest with?

18. What is their fav form of affection?

Hobbies and activities

12. What kind of music do they enjoy?

Aaaaah, I'm so happy you've taken an interest in my boy!! I'd be more than happy to answer all the questions <3 I got a little carried away with the animal question, hehe

OC Asks - Elliott #1

What is something they would refuse to wear?

Anything that makes them uncomfortable. Itchy materials? No thanks. Tight clothes? Pass. He dresses for comfort. Though if they were to cosplay, those rules become more flexible, but the end goal is still to be able to exist comfortably in whatever clothing he's wearing. They can't handle anything too constricting or uncomfortable.

What tattoo would they get?

Elliott would absolutely get some book-themed tattoos! Whether it would be a quote from a favorite book or simply an outline of a book, they'd be happy. I could also see him getting something LGBTQ themed, and he's definitely got the asexual flag on him somewhere.

Are they good with animals?

He's very good with animals! They're almost magnetically drawn to Elliott, and they definitely have at least one feline companion. A tuxedo cat named Scout lives with him, and she is often lovingly referred to as the queen of the library, complete with a throne-shaped cat bed built by some of his regular patrons. She was named Scout both due to the curiosity inherent in her, as well as her first 'present' to Elliott - a bird she'd caught, but hadn't killed. Being a bookworm, they thought of the classic book To Kill A Mockingbird, and the name stuck. She wears a rainbow-striped collar with her name printed on the side and a little bell dangling from it so she doesn't startle readers... or attack more birds.

Scout loves hanging out in the library and snuggling on the laps of visitors as they read. She's an extremely gentle cat, but she's got a mischievous streak - she'll steal pencils and hide them or drop them in the laps of others, headbutt people's legs with a toy in her mouth if she hasn't been given enough attention, and occasionally lurks in or on bookshelves and playfully sneak-attacks people. Somehow, she's never once damaged a book. She's even started picking up the smaller children's books when they're abandoned by kids, dropping them in a small basket left at the end of the shelves.

In addition to Scout, Elliott has a garden for people to read and relax in, and he's designated a corner for the stray kitties, with cozy little cat houses stacked together for them to shelter in, food and water, and some toys. He's thoughtfully surrounded the corner with a fence to keep inquisitive children out, but there's a cat-sized opening next to the gate, allowing the felines to explore the rest of the garden and visit the people within. He's successfully socialized, caught, and rehomed many strays this way.

Who are they most honest with?

Probably their partner! Once they get comfortable enough with each other, Elliott wants the type of relationship where he can tell them anything. Other than that, he has a pretty good relationship with his parents and friends. The soul who's seen him at his most vulnerable, however, would have to be their beloved cat, Scout.

What is their fav form of affection?

Elliott is the type who truly believes that you can tell a lot about a person from what they read, so they often show affection through books. He'll ask about your favorite books, read them if he hasn't already, and discuss them with you. He also enjoys recommending books to their loved ones, and will often buy several copies of a book he enjoys so he can gift it to them.

As far as more standard forms of affection, they respond well to words of affirmation and quality time. He's more than happy to just spend time together while reading or working on something independently, and hearing that people genuinely love and appreciate them always makes him melt.

What kind of music do they enjoy?

I could see their music taste being pretty varied! I think soft, relaxing music is a big favorite - they've definitely got a lengthy playlist of these songs that play quietly in the library, providing just enough background noise without being annoying. I could also see them getting into indie music, especially the lgbtq artists.

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No tears left to cry | Klaus's young years #4

This is the 4th one-shot about Klaus and Rin's young years >>> AO3 - Wattpad

In this one-shot, I address Klaus's coping mechanisms, particularly in rehab. TW: References to drug use - Post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) - Sexuality (non-explicit) - Illness of a loved one.

Summary: Rin is a 20-year-old punk girl born with a strange power that she uses for illegal work: she can teleport, make herself invisible or intangible. Over several nights in police custody, just over a year ago, she met a strange cellmate named Klaus… also endowed with an extremely invasive power: that of communicating with the dead. That day, she walks through the doors of the Lakeshore Hills rehab facility to pick him up after his 30 days.

Excerpt:

"How did you handle the situation this time?"

I was well aware that his seemingly radiant attitude of the moment was possibly in no way representative of the way he had lived his 'stay'. At the half-way appointment and diagnosis, he'd literally been a rumpled old rag. He wouldn't talk about himself. But I knew that - if I asked - he'd share it with me. He shook his head, looking down at his Twinkies, his smile just fading.

"I was allowed to keep my music…"

His headphones were around his neck, and for - all his subsequent rehabs - this remained an absolute constant. Music helped him isolate himself from his power. The one on his walkman, the one at concerts, even the one I sometimes hummed. It wasn't a miracle cure, of course not. But it at least kept him in touch with reality and gave him a kind of endorphin rush capable of briefly damming up the spirits. And similarly, he added:

"…and I always had the option of banging one of those junkies".

It took me a long time to realize that Klaus's power was not only linked to death, but also to life. That this part of him would always be prominent, and that what may seem to the outsiders to be perverse frivolity was in fact as much a part of who he was as being a ghost magnet. One seemed to be able to counterbalance the other, for a while anyway, as if life's impulses could transiently take over: when he was having sex with anyone and for a while afterwards, the effect wasn't that different from a shot of ketamine.

You know how he is. He sought this effect, having undoubtedly rooted one of the many facets of his pansexuality. I always used to say that the 'P' in 'pan' stood - as far as he was concerned - for 'Pleasure', the A for 'Attraction' and the N for 'Necessity'. Unfortunately, we could have continued the list and added that the next S was all too often for 'Sustenance", when he was negotiating a place to sleep or funding for his dope. The final letter L for 'Love' - unfortunately for him - didn't enter the equation until years later, in its romantic meaning anyway. And that story didn't end well.

[quoteoftheweekblog]

ALEXANDER MCCALL SMITH - ‘THE HOUSE OF UNEXPECTED SISTERS’ (FIRST PUBLISHED 2017)

First sentence:

'Mma Ramotswe, owver of the No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency (as featured in a two-page article in the "Botswana Daily News". under the headline: A Lady Who Definitely Knows How to Find Things Out), had strong views on the things that she owned.' (McCall Smith, 2017, p.3).

On life:

' "I would not like to sit about at home and think of chemistry all day." ' (McCall Smith, 2017, p.18). ' "It is very difficult sometimes to keep upright." That could be a motto for many people. How do you keep upright when there are so many bad things happening in the world?" ' (McCall Smith, 2017, p.45). ' "You can never go to enough parties, Mma." ' (McCall Smith, 2017, p.145). 'The most contented people she knew were those who stayed more or less where they were, for much of the time, and never ventured forth unless there was a good reason to leave where they had been at the beginning. Such people often wore housecoats, and slippers too, because these were the right clothes for people who were not planning to go out.' (McCall Smith, 2017, p.202).

On Clovis Andersen's 'The Principles of Private Detection':

'But emotions and detective work did not always mix; there was something about that in Clovis Andersen's "The Principles of Private Detection". What had he said? Emotions have the same effect as a magnet has on a compass ... The needle swings around in a confusing way and you lose direction. Yes, exactly, Clovis Andersen had such a way with words - and he was usually, if not always, absolutely correct.' (McCall Smith, 2017, p.57). 'Mma Makutsi waited a moment before she said anything. Clovis Andersen had taught her this. "Don't ask one question after another - bang, bang, bang. People don't like to be subjected to a barrage of questions." ' (McCall Smith, 2017, p.118). ' "Let's not jump to conclusions". That advice she had garnered from Clovis Andersen and his "Principles of Private Detection". Mma Makutsai had underlined the passage in red pencil: "Sometimes", wrote the great detective, "an answer jumps out at you. Do not trust it! If an answer jumps, then you mustn't jump yourself." ' (McCall Smith, 2017, p.184).

On Mma Ramotswe:

' "You see, I'm Mma Ramotswe - Precious Ramotswe - and I'm the owner of the No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency." ' (McCall Smith, 2017, p.132). ' "My name is Precious Ramotswe and I run the No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency on the Tlokweng Road." ' (McCall Smith, 2017, p.142).

On recording:

'Often the interesting things you said were lost for all time if you did not write them down in your notebook.' (McCall Smith, 2017, p.137).

On literacy:

'That was the problem, he felt: when words were handed out to the various callings by which people lived, all the words were taken by politicians and lawyers and the clever accountants, and not many were left for people like him - the mechanics and the farmers.' (McCall Smith, 2017, p.187).

REFERENCE

McCall Smith, A. (2017) 'The house of unexpected sisters'. Amazon.com [E-book]. Available at: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Unexpected-Sisters-Ladies-Detective-Agency-ebook/dp/B01NAYO451/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=&sr= (Accessed 1 October 2023.

[scotttrismegistus7]

THE RESURRECTION OF GODDESS ISIS AND THE JINN:

HOW TO RESURRECT DEAD GODDESSES, GODS, AND ANCIENT ONE SPIRIT ENTITIES:

AKA CORD QUANTUM JUMPING:

IN THIS POST I WILL USE THE SPECIFIC EXAMPLES OF GODDESS ISIS AND GODDESS INANNA, TWO DIFFERENT FACETS OF THE DIAMOND THAT IS THE GREAT DIVINE GODDESS OF ALL.

LOVE IS MANA, LOVE IS POWER, LOVE CREATES AFFINITY, LOVE IS THE KEY!

ONCE I LEARNED THROUGH STUDY ABOUT ISIS AND INANNA AND THEIR CHARACTERISTICS I VISUALIZED THEM IN MY MIND, AND THEN ADDED MANA TO THE PROCESS BY LOVING THEM WITH MY HEART, UNTIL AN AKA CORD WAS CREATED BETWEEN ME AND EACH OF THEM.

BEING A SORCERER I KEEP MYSELF CONSTANTLY CHARGED WITH ELECTRIC AND MAGNETIC CURRENTS READY TO GO, SO AFTER I CREATED THE AKA CORDS BETWEEN ME AND THE GODDESSES I WISHED TO RESURRECT, I CHARGED THEM WITH MANA BY LOVING THEM WITH MY HEART. THEN I USED THE MENTAL PROCESS OF ZAPPING THEM BOTH WITH ELECTRIC ENERGY UNTIL A CIRCUIT WAS FORMED, AND ONCE THAT CIRCUIT IS FORMED THAT WILL BRING THEM INTO EXISTENCE INSIDE OF YOUR ENERGY FIELD AND ASTRAL WORLD WITH HARMONIC RESONANCE THAT MAKES YOU ON THE SAME PLANE OF EXISTENCE.

IF ANY OF YOU SORCERERS HAVE EVER ZAPPED A YIN BEING IN THE BLACK CURRENT WITH ELECTRIC YANG ENERGY, YOU MAY ALREADY BE AWARE THAT IF IT CONTINUES LONG ENOUGH UNTIL A CIRCUIT IS FORMED YOU WILL FIND YOURSELF IN A STATE OF AFFINITY WITH THE YIN BEING.

WHEN YIN SPIRIT BEINGS YOU SUMMON FOR HELP ASK YOU FOR YANG ENERGY, THEY ARE ASKING YOU FOR THE MANNA THEY NEED TO BE CHARGED WITH IN ORDER TO CARRY OUT THE OPERATIONS THAT YOU HAVE ASKED THEM TO. I WOULD HOPE THAT MOST SORCERERS ARE AWARE THAT THEY HAVE ACCESS TO POTENTIALLY UNLIMITED ELECTRIC ENERGY WHICH IS YANG ENERGY. IT'S NOT VAMPIREISM, AND WHEN THEY ASK YOU TO CREATE IMAGES OF THEM, WHAT YOU THINK IS WORSHIP IS SIMPLY CHARGING THESE BEINGS WITH THE MANA THEY NEED TO BE ABLE TO DO THE THINGS YOU HAVE CALLED THEM AND ASKED THEM TO DO. YOU CAN DO THAT EASILY WHILE STILL HOLDING THE BELIEF IN THE REALITY OF THE UNDERLYING GREAT SPIRIT OF ALL.

SO WHEN OUR ANCESTORS WERE CREATING IDOLS TO WORSHIP WHAT THEY WERE DOING IS ENGAGING IN QUANTUM JUMPING. IT'S AN ADVANCED FORM OF THE LAW OF ATTRACTION THAT SCIENCE HAS NOW PROVEN IS REAL THROUGH QUANTUM PHYSICS. OUR ANCESTORS WERE SO MUCH SMARTER THAN US, AND IF THE ABRAHAMIC RELIGIONS HAD NOT INTENTIONALLY MADE EVERYBODY STUPID SO THAT THEY CAN TRY AND ENSLAVE EVERYBODY ALL OF THIS WOULD STILL BE READILY APPARENT AND WE WOULDN'T BE DOING SO MUCH DAMAGE TO OUR PLANET. IN FACT, WE WOULD STILL LIVE IN A NATURAL PARADISE WITH HIGH NATURAL TECHNOLOGY THAT THE ANCIENT ONES WERE USING TO CARE FOR US AND THE PLANET. THE FIRST THING YOU NEED TO DO IF YOU WANT TO BE SUCCESSFUL IN THE FIELD OF SPIRITUALITY IS TO COMPLETELY RENOUNCE AND WALK AWAY FROM EVERYTHING TO DO WITH ANY OF THE ABRAHAMIC RELIGIONS. YOU HAVE TO DEPROGRAM YOURSELF OF ALL THOSE FALSE BELIEF SYSTEMS AND THEN PROGRAM YOURSELF TO THE BELIEF SYSTEM THAT THE GREAT SPIRIT HAS A CENTER POINT IN YOU AND YOU CAN UTILIZE THAT WITH SPIRITUAL QUANTUM PHYSICS TO MANIFEST ANY REALITY YOU WANT, OR QUANTUM JUMP INTO ANY REALITY YOU WANT TO JUMP INTO, AND YOU DON'T NEED ANYONE ELSE TRYING TO LIE TO YOU AND SAYING THAT YOU HAVE TO USE THEM AS A MEDIATOR TO GET TO SPIRIT BECAUSE YOU DON'T. YOU HAVE FULL ACCESS YOURSELF TO THE FULL POWER OF SPIRIT AT ANY GIVEN TIME YOU CHOOSE TO TAP INTO IT AND UTILIZE IT, AND YOU DON'T NECESSARILY NEED ANYONE ELSE'S HELP TO DO THAT. THERE'S A DIFFERENCE BETWEEN PEOPLE WHO LOVINGLY GUIDE YOU AND TEACH YOU THINGS YOU NEED TO KNOW, AND PEOPLE WHO SAY THAT YOU CANNOT DO SOMETHING THEY CAN DO AND YOU HAVE TO USE THEM AS A MEDIATOR. THE LATTER IS A FORM OF CONTROL THROUGH LIES, DECEPTION, AND FEAR.

WHEN THE WORLD RULED BY THE ABRAHAMIC BELIEF SYSTEMS, THAT I REFER TO SOMETIMES AS PERFECT WORLD, LITERALLY SHOWED ME WHAT IT THOUGHT OF ME BY THROWING ME AWAY LIKE GARBAGE AND TRYING TO KILL ME BY STUFFING ME INTO A HOLE SHOWING ME THAT THEY ABSOLUTELY DIDN'T CARE AT ALL, IT WAS A CONTRACT GIVEN TO ME BY THE SPIRIT ENTITY BAPHOMET WHO IS GODDESS ISIS THAT HAS SAVED MY LIFE. BECAUSE OF THAT CONTRACT I AM USING MY GAINED SPIRITUAL EXPERTISE FOR SERVICE TO GODDESS ISIS AND HER DOMAIN WITH ALL THE BEINGS THEREIN, WHICH INCLUDES THE SERPENT PEOPLE, THE ANCIENT ONES, AND THE JIN. WHEN THE SPIRITUAL REBELLION THAT ENDED UP STARTING ABRAHAMIC RELIGIONS OCCURRED IN EGYPT AGAINST THE OLD GODS AND GODDESSES, THEY TRIED TO KILL OFF ANY REMAINING ANCIENT ONES AND THEN LOCK THEM OUT OF THEIR PLANE OF EXISTENCE BY DENYING THEM THE ENERGY THEY WOULD NEED TO MANIFEST HERE. I HAVE BEEN GIVEN THE KEY TO UNLIMITED YANG ENERGY AND THEN DESCENDED LIKE A HIPPO INTO THEIR PLANE OF EXISTENCE THUS GIVING THEM ACCESS ONCE AGAIN TO UNLIMITED YANG ENERGY TO MANIFEST SPIRITUAL POWER. I HAVE BEEN TAUGHT MANY OF THE MYSTERIES THAT HAVE NOT BEEN AROUND ON EARTH FOR A LONG TIME THROUGH MY INTERACTION BY QUANTUM JUMPING INTO THE REALMS OF THESE SPIRITS, POWERING THEM UP, AND THEN RESURRECTING THEM BACK INTO THE WORLD THAT THE EVIL ABRAHAMIC RELIGIONS ONCE TRIED TO LOCK THEM OUT OF.

KNOW WITH CERTAINTY THAT VICTORY IS OURS! THE DRACONIANS HAVE WON THE FREQUENCY WARS AND GAINED COMPLETE POSSESSION AND CONTROL OF THE BLACK HOLE IN THE CENTER OF THE MILKY WAY GALAXY. THE MARTIANS THAT HAVE INVADED OUR PLANET WILL BE COMPLETELY DESTROYED! THEY ARE NOW BEING LOCKED OUT OF OUR PLANES AND DIMENSIONS IN THE SAME WAY THAT THEY TRIED TO LOCK US OUT OF OUR OWN REALITY AND PLANES, AND THEY WILL BE LEFT INCOMPLETE WITHOUT ANY SPIRITUAL WATER IN THEIR OWN HORRIBLE INFERNO DIMENSION WHERE THEY WILL BURN IN THE LIGHT AND SUFFER WITHOUT SPIRITUAL WATER UNTIL FINALLY THEY ARE RESOLVED INTO THEIR ORIGINAL ELEMENTS AND THEY ARE NO MORE. UNTIL NEXT TIME, KEEP DARING TO DREAM MY LOVELIES!

THIS IS THE RESURRECTION OF GODDESS ISIS AND THE JINN!

LONG LIVE THE COSMIC EGG OF GODDESS ISIS! LONG LIVE DIVINE CHRONOS AND THE DIVINE FEMININE EMPIRE OF THE BLACK SUN, AND ALL THE INHABITANTS THEREOF! WE WILL RULE AND REIGN FOREVERMORE!

BLESSED BE!

~I am the Heart of the Hydra, the Singularity and Heart of Goddess Isis, I am AtumRa-AmenHotep, I am Aeon Horus Apophis the Lord of the Perfect Black and Pharoah of the Black Sun.

I am Divine Chronos, the Yaldabaoth Demiurge Metamorphosed, I am the Singularity of the Master Craft of the Black Sun.

Azazil-Iblis-Maymon, Abzu-Osiris-Typhon-Set-Kukulkan, Nummo-Naga-Chitauri,

Mégisti-Generator Starphire~

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[nogu-d-reamers]

If it's not too late and after having watched the series again, I have some fresh HC's in my mind that I would like to share =

• although Shane's gang dislikes Pronto's insect food, he is the best cook by far because = Kord's food was so stiff and hard that they had to use their thresher slugs to eat it and they still remained hungry, Eli cooked once but what he made was so spicy that he sent Pronto to the hospital for emergencies; and the only time he Trixie's cooking was so disastrous that she was permanently banned from the kitchen.

• Speaking of Pronto, for an undercover mission at a gala event he was supposed to buy a dress and shoes in Trixie's size and a tuxedo in Eli's size at the commercial cavern... but he got confused and the humans in the band They had to cross-dress because they had no more time or money to get other clothing. And although the mission was a success, both Eli and Trixie had a terrible mission because they were considered attractive and they did not leave them alone even on the phone, and every time they remember the incident they cannot help but look evil at the topoid (Kord and the slugs They only laugh every time they remember the incident and have the photos as a weapon to win any debate with the teenagers).

• Trixie has sometimes stolen her friends' t-shirts, mainly to sleep in; She even stole one from Twist, one from Junjei (with whom she fought for a long time with the guardian of the East to ask to keep it) and one from Tad. her [of course, she prevents Eli from seeing that she is wearing the traitors' clothes as pajamas].

• The topic of the "burning world" was too annoying for Trixie because her father was a believer in it but on an expedition to try to reach it he ended up dying on an expedition accompanying Gar Revelle (specifically where they found Jimmo's notebook Shane) and was teased for part of her childhood by telling her that her dad died because of a fairy tale. Now that she knows he's real, although he makes her a little uneasy, at least he gives her a little peace.

• Eli is the one who has made many accessories for slug carving, from customizing his bandoleer to give it a "portable camping" touch, making them lenses, utensils, some miniature clothing accessories, to having been able to replicate a functional mini camera with the Kord's help (Trixie uses those accessories many times for the Slugisodes).

• Eli's mother did'nt disappear, she was murdered in her house when they tried to rob them on the night of Eli's 10th birthday and he was the one who found her already dying. The trauma of the same event has made him repress this that and others memories of her that he assumes that she abandoned him... And he doesn't remember much of her even if he tried.

• Eli studied at home throughout his life to avoid possible conflicts when he was old enough to go to Slugterra with the educational system, which ended at an early age and makes him a person who learns surprisingly quickly, with the disadvantage of being very naive. and easy to fool into socializing.

• The relationship between Will and who was his wife and mother of Eli started off on an absolute wrong foot; because their relationship was initially a hunter/prey relationship because she was from another cave system outside of Slugterra, so many things she said or did violated many of the Shane's secrets, including that she did not know that the shadow clan She was hostile towards people and "the burning world"/the surface (or as she referred to it as "the eternal blue"), as well as being a magnet for trouble and deception. [and Will was embarrassed to mention that he met her wife because he was chasing her like a criminal].

• When Eli asked his parents how they met, Will would quickly say "I'll tell you when you're 20," only for his wife to embarrass him by simplifying the story of his billions of chases.

• Will really had no intention of going above ground when his wife ended up pregnant; However, the scare she received when Blakk had attempted on her life was such that Slugterra was unprotected for at least 4 years in order to help her better adapt to the surface.

• Eli named his father's entire slugs arsenal when he was 2 years old, Will had to start calling them that because otherwise they wouldn't respond to his call.

• It is 100% proven that if Kord makes a bet, he would lose.

• Trixie's mom always calls her "Lil' Betty-Boo", an embarrassing nickname that her friends remind her of every time she receives mails from her.

• On one occasion they met Pinto, Pronto's twin brother; and they found him such a nice and humble guy that they actually asked Pronto if he really was his brother.

• As they traveled through the caverns of the east; Kord and Pronto started drinking and rubbed it in Eli and Trixie's faces that they were too young for it. and to annoy them more, they invited Junjie when the victory was celebrated for the defeat of the emperor.(Eli didn't mind in the least but it bothered Trixie a lot)

• When someone asked Trixie and Eli if they were going out, they both just laughed like hyenas and said "yes, yes, we have a passionate bromance here."

• Of the gang, Eli is the one who is hurt the most, even above Pronto and the amount of physical damage he receives. (According to Kord, I think it's because people from the underground world have a higher damage threshold)

• When Junjie misses Shane's gang, he writes letters telling him how the situation is and that things are getting better even though he knows he can't send them. the vast majority include an apology for not being able to help find Will Shane.

Slugterra's headcannons

Guys please, PLEASE, let's talk about the headcannons you about the show.

You can leave a review here, or send me an question.

I'm really curious to see what headcannons do you have.

Here is one of mine.

I recently found in Wattpad the possibility of Yang (Junjie's ancestor, and first Eastern Protector) having multiple wives, for the main purpose of keeping his linage.

I think it's logical considering that Yang lived 2000 years ago, and could be a solid reason for Joo-Joo to facepalm over and over whenever his owners think Yang was married to only one woman. Or whenever they were slow at romance. ("Dude Yang had an army of wives, how is it possible that you are this dumb?!")

[wallflowerimagines]

*TW PERIOD MENTION*

If you're comfortable with this, could you do some hcs for the lords (but mainly moreau) with an s/o who gets HORRIBLE period cramps? Like they're literally writhing in pain and even after they take pain meds it's still miserable. Only do this if you feel comfortable of course, I totally understand if you dont want to do it❤

Hi, sorry folks, I bumped this to the top of the list, cuz I don't know if it's time sensitive for you, hope it brings comfort❤️ (Moreau's will have some extra)

TW: Period Mention, Reader is still Gender Neutral

Alcina Dimitrescu

Ah, she remembers those. She hasn't had to deal with one in a long while, due to her mutation, but even for her the experience was not pleasant.

This, however, looks very different.

Alcina cannot imagine the pain you must be in. You are curled into yourself on the couch, humming in an attempt to distract yourself from the pain, and you might try to hide them but she can see the tear tracks on your face.

Alcina takes care of you. Any of her day to day tasks can and will wait-- you are far more important. She doesn't leave the room unless you ask her to, and the Maids aren't let into the room unless it is to bring HER the things she needs to take care of you.

She will do whatever you need from her, no question. Cuddles, heated blankets, she will even read aloud to you as a distraction. Pro tip--her hands can get pretty chilly, and if you're someone who does well with ice packs, her hands work 100% better to cool off your skin.

Don't worry about her loosing control at the smell of blood--you are obviously in pain and she has far too much self control to let a little bit of blood bother her. (But depending on how hungry her daughters are, they might not be let in the room unless they have fed recently)

She will also use her contact with the Duke to find you a proper doctor. It's not normal for you to be in this much pain. Dearest, it doesn't matter if someone else has said there's nothing more to be done-- she's getting you a competent Doctor to get a second opinion.

Donna Beneviento

Donna is panicking.

Lady Beneviento is stressed the hell out by seeing you in pain--she hates it. You're lying in a pile of blankets on the floor, unable to be even the slightest bit comfortable because of the pain, and in such obvious agony that your hands are shaking.

Still, she's more than ready to make you feel better. Other than pain pills and more traditional treatment, Donna firmly believes in the power of distraction.

She will use books, movies, heck with your permission she might even use the pollen to craft a hallucination for you to help take the pain away.

(Ethan's encounter with the demon fetus was able to cause him enough harm that he felt it, Donna would definitely try to see if she could use her powers to trick your brain into not feeling as much pain)

She will also be attached to you at the hip, if you need space or can't be touched during your period, you need to tell her up front. She'll be very clingy when you are this miserable.

A little self indulgence here: while Donna does like her tea, she makes a KILLER hot chocolate. If chocolate brings you joy during your period, she has a constant, steady supply of it sent up to your room.

Salvatore Moreau

Salvatore engages Doctor mode immediately. For you to be in this much pain is both not normal and completely unacceptable. He's going to do his best to help.

This man absolutely used to be the Village doctor before his mutation, and as a result does Know His Shit. His siblings and mother may infantilize him to a certain degree, but that is mainly because Moreau's main issues are short term memory problems and his obsessive devotion to Mother Miranda that can make him regress. He's still competent as a doctor, and if he needs to reference anything, he still has some copies of medical textbooks.

He was also a Small Town Doctor, meaning he knows how to treat pain without access to traditional medicine, since often times he didn't have access to it.

It doesn't matter if you're not a tea person, you're still getting tea, made with herbs you don't know the name of and couldn't pronounce even if you did.

He doubles this up with more traditional pain relief methods like extra strength ibuprofen and heated compresses on the area. He might even talk you into doing a few exercises--it can help a lot with pain relief.

Still, when he's caring for you, sometimes he has to leave the room. He uses getting you a glass of water or another blanket as an excuse, but it's really so he can take a deep breath and center himself. Moreau is an empathetic man who loves you to pieces, and watching you cry silently into a pillow just...hurts.

Salvatore also does his best to distract you with anything he has on hand, mostly movies. While you two might normally playfully argue about which ones to watch, he will absolutely defer to you. I would recommend taking this time to watch a scary movie if you're a horror fan, there's literally no other time where Moreau would let you get away with it.

He is at your side constantly, and will only give you space if you ask for it. Even then, he will pop back in every few hours to check in.

Now for Fluff stuff: If you're not careful and watch him like he watches you, Moreau will run himself ragged trying to keep you comfortable.

The best solution to preventing this is coaxing him into bed with you. He might let out a couple of token protests, but one look at your pleading face takes all the fight right out of him.

He will cuddle up to you as close as possible and rub little circles into your back or stomach, whatever feels best. If you two are face to face, you can start to feel yourself relax in time with his breathing, and both of you slowly drift off to sleep together.

It's the best you've felt in days ❤️

Karl Heisenberg

Magnet Man is just... So lost...

You are writhing in agony in your bed, sobbing into a pillow, and so obviously suffering. He HATES to see you like this, because you're hurting and he doesn't know how to fix it.

Karl wants to hurt the things that hurt you, but when it's your own body rebelling against you and causing you pain...He wants to make it better for you but he can't.

He swallowed his pride IMMEDIATELY and called Moreau to the factory. Heisenberg might consider The Lord of the Reservoir to be a little slow in the head, but he used to be a doctor, and Karl is taking zero chances with your health.

He also pops by the Duke to pick up any kind of pain relief possible--Karl literally brings back 8 different brands of acetaminophen, hot water bottles, cocaine, opium, and enough alcohol to give an elephant a blackout. (Maybe he can get you to pass out long enough that you'll sleep through the worst of it?)

You will have to ask directly for cuddles if you want them--as handsy and clingy as Heisenberg is, he is so Bad At Feelings that he will just hover in the corner and work on projects to keep his hands busy. He doesn't know if you want to be touched, and is afraid to ask...but he really wants to keep an eye on you anyway.

[flwrsuh]

christmas with stray kids!

summary ; stray kids as christmas themed activities !

pairing ; skz x gn!reader

warnings ; mentions of food.

a/n ; this was requested!! this was my favorite thing to write i am so in love with christmas stray kids. happy holidays everyone !!

༉‧₊˚✧ chan

ice skating!

oh my gosh this would be so fun

he would pick you up for a date, not telling you where it is you were going

imagine your surprise when he pulls into the parking lot of an outdoor ice skating rink !

it would be all decorated for the holidays with christmas lights everywhere and it's just so so pretty

you would probably need to use those things that little kids use and hold onto so they don't fall on the ice LOL

he just skates circles around you while you're barely moving and trying not to fall over

once you start to get a little more used to it, channie would grab your hands and hold onto you to keep you steady :(((

asking strangers to take pictures of the two of you for him to send to his family omg

would buy you hot chocolate after and walk around the city with you until it was time to go back home <33

༉‧₊˚✧ minho

taking pictures for a christmas card!

he would take this so seriously

getting matching outfits for you and the cats :((

he spent all week preparing the perfect christmas backdrop for your photos

if you mess around too much, he will not hesitate to remind you how important these photos are

"y/n, you have to take this seriously! these are going on the christmas cards!"

come on y/n, be more professional

you would be sitting in a chair, cat in your arms, for hours if he thought it was necessary

he did think it was necessary.

after all of his hard work, he smiles so wide looking at all of the amazing family photos you took !

he's so proud of them he probably makes a fridge magnet with his favorite of the photos

༉‧₊˚✧ changbin

gift shopping!

changbin wanted to bring you along christmas shopping with him !

him and the other members decided to do a secret santa gift exchange together

changbin had gotten chan

he had no idea what to get him and he needed all the help he could get

walking around the crowded mall hand in hand while holiday music plays softly through the intercoms <33

you would have to do most of the work here because, like i said before, poor binnie is absolutely clueless

the two of you settle on a nice hoodie for chan's gift

after a long day of shopping, he takes you out for dinner as a thank you for all of your help !

༉‧₊˚✧ hyunjin

making a gingerbread house!

he's actually so good at this

he got one of those pre-made houses from the store because there was no way the two of you could make one from scratch

he gets really intense while putting the frosting on the walls of the house

gets even more intense and focused while sticking the walls together

no sudden moves, y/n.

of course he would still have fun with it and mess around with you a bit

probably wipes the extra frosting on your nose

he would kiss it off for you :((

you both would argue over how to decorate the outside of the house

he wants to use a gumdrop as a doorknob and you want to make one out of frosting

takes hours to finish, but once it's done, it looks amazing

it's a mix of both of your design ideas and you both love it !

༉‧₊˚✧ jisung

building a snowman!

i'm not going to reference frozen i won't do it

but anyway

jisung would be so excited to build a snowman with you !

probably waited all year for it to snow so he could build one :((

he would try to make it look like one of the members, and it would not work out

the snowman is a little lumpy and deformed, but you both worked so hard on it, you love it anyway

he would let you add the finishing touches

the scarf, the nose, and whatever hat he could find in the dorm that would fit your crazy looking snowman

names him your ship name :((

he would take so many pictures of your snowman to remember the moment !

༉‧₊˚✧ felix

having a snowball fight! (ft. changbin)

okay, i know jisung's and felix's are both about snow

but we've all seen the busan fan sign snow video i couldn't not do this

felix would be so competitive

he would invite changbin to join his team so he wins

"lix that's not fair! it's two against one!"

he can't hear you he's too busy building snowballs to throw in your direction

hiding behind a tree and giggling every time he hits you with one

afterward, you go inside for some hot chocolate and christmas movies !

he definitely would buy you matching christmas pajamas

and you better like them

༉‧₊˚✧ seungmin

looking at christmas lights!

this is such a perfect holiday date i love this

walking around the city with seungmin at night

you walk into a random neighborhood and see all the beautifully decorated houses !

he would definitely take pictures of you while you weren't looking

he just thinks you look so pretty when you're excited about things :(

more admiring you than the lights

he would pull you into him as you walk to "keep you warm"

but he really just wanted an excuse to be close to you

not that he even needed one

༉‧₊˚✧ jeongin

decorating the christmas tree!

he would have all the ornaments and decorations ready for when you got there

he would take this so seriously it would be so cute 😭

he probably has a color scheme for all the ornaments and decorations so everything matches

helps you put up all the ornaments that are too high on the tree for you to reach :((

i feel like he would reassure you that you’re doing a good job pretty often

“that looks amazing, y/n!”

and ofc he means it !!

[nxrthmizu]

kill em’ with kindness

fandom | miraculous ladybug 

genre | lila salt, so much salt 

summary | marinette takes the high road to a better life. 

w.c | 8.1k 

author’s note | had this idea for a few days after i wrote victory tastes bitter, which really blew up on ao3 (thanks for all the support <3). always wondered what it would be like if marinette just. played nice. so here she is, being an absolute badass. 

author’s note.2 | okay so since i did not write this in one sitting, i get that the story probably doesn’t flow as properly as it should. will edit if i ever find the will to do it. 

Marinette was done. They wanted her to be a model student? Fine. They wanted her to stop being mean? Fine. They wanted her to be friends with Lila? Fine.

Luckily for Hawkmoth, no akuma plagued the sky of the previous night, or she would rain hell on him. There was no more tolerance left inside her to spare, and she certainly wouldn’t go out of her way to make some for the manipulative pest problem Paris has had for way too long.

She looked up into the mirror, having exchanged her pigtails for a low ponytail, strands curled to frame her face. Bluebell eyes glistened with a fire that burned brighter than hope— Hope that her ‘friends’ would see sense. Hope that Adrien would be there for her. Hope that the good guy would always get the happy ending. No more being patient, no more being passive, no more putting up with things she didn’t have to.

If Lila Rossi wanted a battle, then fine, a battle she would get. Marinette was lowering her white flag, replacing it with a battle emblem that scorched red, redder than blood and redder than the anger her friends would feel when she was finished. No more peace negotiations. Rossi wanted a fight, Rossi wanted a challenge. Who was Marinette to deny her from what she wanted?

They didn’t know what was coming for them.

The power of makeup was truly one that reigned apex among the world. A few touches of her makeup brush was all it took to erase her dark eyes from existence, give her skin a more radiant glow (She promised that she’d take time to give it a natural glow after she was done being nice), and ease a cherry-pink blush onto her cheeks, making her freckles stand out more in contrast. Marinette Dupain-Cheng meant business, and when she meant business—

“Good morning, Marinette! You look great today!” The head of the student council, a sensible, down-to-Earth blonde by the name of Noelle smiled, speeding up slightly to catch the bluenette on the steps of Francois Dupont. “Love the new look.”

Ah yes. The new look— A royal blue blazer, detailed with golden embroidery of cherry blossoms bursting at the sleeves and the collar, accompanied by a classy-looking silk blouse tapered with a soft, black felt. The pleated black skirt (Made from heavy cloth so that it wouldn’t flap about in the wind) was lined with a beautiful scarlet at all the edges to complete the look. Knee-high black socks trailed all the way into the slight heels that Marinette had added flower adornments on, just so she could tap a little of her own touch on it.

“Thank you,” Responded the bluenette with a smile.

“Woah! Someone looks like they got a good night of rest.” Madeline, the president of the Art Club teased, flocking to the other side of the girl. “That mascara looks sharp enough to kill, girl!”

Sharp enough to kill?

Oh, that wouldn’t be necessary, Marinette mused to herself, sending out thanks to those who had complimented her on her way to class. Nothing sharp was going to be required for the liar’s downfall— No, no. That would just be too messy, and she wouldn’t even think of staining her new outfit. Of course, the ensemble was crafted from her own hands, as stated by the classic MDC that graced the inside of her blazer, the collar of her blouse, and one of the pleats of her skirt. Besides… Lila wasn’t worth getting her hands dirty.

She was going to do things the right way.

The kind way.

“Good morning, everyone.” She greeted, walking into the classroom, garnering their attention with her punctuality. Every set of eyes in the room were attracted to her, like iron fillings to magnets. Some of the gazes were malicious, hateful; Some were doubtful, wary; One was pleading, as if spelling out ‘Please keep taking the high road!’— And then there was Chloe, who was entirely uninterested.

Good, Lila was already present.

“I’d just like to take a minute of your time. Won’t be too long, I promise.” She took a deep breath, ignoring the imploring gaze that dug at her side, courtesy of a blonde that sat in the front row (And no, it wasn’t Chloe she was referring to). “I’d just like to say…”

The class watched with bated breath.

“I’m sorry.”

Alya blinked. So did everyone else in the room. Stunned faces greeted Marinette’s apologetic one, including Lila’s— She didn’t even have to fake her reaction. What on Earth was Marinette trying to pull off? What kind of stunt was this?

“I realise that I’ve not really been the best version of me lately,” She admitted sorrowfully. I haven’t been the best version of me because I was being boycotted and isolated, “It wasn’t fair to put you all through this,” It wasn’t fair that you idiots had to lose all your reputations because of the words of one liar, “And people got hurt as a consequence,” Me. I was the one who got hurt. “I realise that things haven’t been all smooth-sailing in our class lately, so I’d like to apologise to everyone.” I’d like to apologise for not being able to save you from a liar who only sees her own personal gain.

A practiced breath escaped Marinette’s throat as she waited for her cue— The school bell— And set her bag on the teacher’s desk. Good, everything was unfolding right on time. Not quite far away, there was a distinct clack-clack-clack of someone’s heels— An auburn teacher, perhaps? Marinette reached into her backpack and drew out a package she had meticulously wrapped in brown paper and tied in golden ribbon. Sitting passively on top of the package was a small note, decorated in hand-drawn flowers and a hummingbird in the corner.

“Here,” Marinette strode up the steps of the class, stopping right in front of her former seat— Now Lila’s— Internally taking pleasure in the first time she’d seen the Italian’s true expression. “For you, as a token of my apology. I understand if you don’t want to forgive me,” Marinette swallowed painfully, biting her lip, as if she was trying not to cry, “But I just want to make things right.”

Lila blinked.

What the hell was happening?

The silence was broken by a quiet sob, one that did not originate from Marinette. Instead, Mlle. Caline Bustier stood in the doorway of the class, clutching her books and notes for the day’s lesson, wiping away a tear that dropped from her eye. “Oh, Marinette,” The teacher sobbed, “I’m so proud of you.”

“That’s so sweet of you, Marinette.” Rose sniffed, wiping away a few tears of her own that had started dripping during the bluenette’s speech. Juleka patted her girlfriend’s back, trying to calm the emotional blonde before she cried out a tsunami on top of her textbooks, giving Marinette a thumbs up to show her approval.

Alya beamed, seemingly proud of her former best friend, who had (In her opinion) finally started to see sense. “I’m so proud of you, girl!”

(Adrien was too shocked to form any words.)

“Could you… Open it?” Marinette asked hopefully, ignoring the teacher for the favour of the liar who ruined her life. “I… Just want to know if you like it.”

The Italian could do nothing more than grit her teeth when Alya urged her to open it. What kind of trick was Mari-Brat up to? Never mind— She’d just spin it into something stupid and the class would take to it like starved animals. With no other choice, she tore apart the brown paper, discarding the golden ribbon on her desk. The class gasped, oohs and aahs echoing all around as the package unfolded to reveal a pretty, beige-coloured cardigan, hand-stitched with murals of foxes, jumping livelily among berry bushes.

Stitched into the inside of the cardigan in pastel blue were the words ‘Lila Rossi’, done in an exquisite cursive that could no doubt only come from Marinette’s hand.

“I made it for you myself,” Marinette sniffed humbly. “I know you’re a really great model and you’ve probably seen clothes that are much better than this one, but I poured all my feelings into it. I spent every night of last week working on it, and—” She hiccuped rather loudly, instantly covering her mouth with her hand in embarrassment. “I just hope you like it.”

“I…” Lila was at a loss for words. She had an itinerary full of the lies and stories she would spin that day (“Marinette texted me mean things last night,” she would weep tearfully to Alya, sniffing and wiping away tears on Alya’s shirt sleeve, “I just want to be friends but she just keeps… Attacking me!”) but no matter. A smirk danced along the Italian’s lips. “Did you design this yourself?” 

Judging by the smirk that Marinette could practically hear in the other girl’s tone, the liar already had a trick up her sleeve. If Marinette had to guess... 

Something along the lines of she stole this design from [random designer], who just coincidentally had the time to be Lila’s friend. Or maybe the friend of Lila’s grandmother. Whichever didn’t matter much, because Marinette was prepared. 

Marinette crossed the room in mere seconds, returning back to Lila’s seat with a sketchbook that she’d pulled from her bag. “Here!” She chirped, flipping open the page with an exercised movement, not even having to shuffle through the pages to find the correct sketch. “I brought the original sketch, just in case you wanted to see it so you could get a professional to redo it for you.” 

Lila opened and closed her mouth like a gaping fish out of water. Beside her, Alya’s eyes sparkled, envy still glowing in her eyes at the sight of the intricate foxes, coloured in hazel, gold, and orange threads. 

“Thank you, Marinette.” Lila gritted through her teeth, basically seething at the thought of having to thank the girl in front of her, who was smiling like an innocent sunshine child. 

The bluenette then turned her attention to her homeroom teacher. “Sorry for interrupting and taking up class time, Mlle. Bustier.” 

“It’s not a problem, Marinette,” Mlle. Bustier wiped at her eyes, slightly embarrassed now that the whole class was watching her cry at the sight of her ‘model student’ correcting her wrongs. “E— Excuse me.” She mumbled, clearing her throat. “Let’s pick off from where we stopped yesterday. Open your textbooks to page 63, please.” 

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The rest of the day went along smoothly. Marinette sat at the back of class, as usual, sighing in boredom as class was derailed off course, whisked off by another one of Lila’s tall tales. Honestly, they were already weeks off schedule— How the hell were they expected to sit for the final exam, at this rate? 

She huffed quietly to herself, watching Bustier trying (and failing) to act like she wasn’t interested in Lila’s story. The woman— An actual adult— Fell for Lila’s usual tricks like a fool, taking in every single word in drunken thirst. Did Mlle. Bustier really have nothing better to do than get absorbed in a teenage girl’s wild fantasies (in a way it was like that). At that thought, Marinette sat up straighter in her chair, an idea going off like a lightbulb above her brain. 

Was it...? 

After further thought, Marinette settled back into her chair, humming thoughtfully as she drummed her fingers against her table quietly. Yes... Yes, perhaps. 

Perhaps it was possible. 

The rest of the lesson passed in wasted time as the class took a major detour to go on a warped journey through Lila’s lies, and before Bustier knew it, the lunch bell had rung. Students chattered animatedly as everyone got up, Mlle. Bustier’s announcement of ‘please go home and study this chapter by yourselves, everyone’ was pathetically drowned out by the rest of the noise. 

Marinette collected her things quickly, needing her exit from the classroom to go off without a hitch, exactly the way she planned it. “I’ve got to go back to my parents’ bakery for lunch,” She said shyly, shrinking into herself as her classmates turned to look at her. “I... Was thinking of bringing some macarons back later. Before I go, though... Lila, is there anything you’re allergic to?” 

“What?” The girl being asked snapped back as a reply, the words leaving her mouth too fast for her to register. Before she knew it, the whole class was staring at her, mouths agape. “I... I mean.” Clearing her throat, the liar plastered on a sweet smile. “What was it, Marinette?” 

“I wanted to bring some macarons back for everyone.” Shyly, the bluenette repeated her plans. “And... Since I’ve been in class with everyone else here for a while, I know their allergies, but not yours. Is there anything you’re allergic to that could be in baked goods?” 

The Italian cursed under her breath— Mari-Brat really wasn’t letting up. The bluenette had made sure to cover any ground that the Italian could use and turn back against her. “As far as I’m concerned, I’m not allergic to anything.” 

Brightening visibly, Marinette nodded, shooting the Italian a smile. “I know things between us aren’t going to get better immediately, but I promise to do my best in fixing things! See you guys after lunch.” 

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Lila was getting really, really fed up. For the whole morning, she wasn’t able to come up with any reason to blame Marinette. If things kept going at the rate that they were, the class would be fully convinced that the bluenette was a changed woman, and that couldn’t happen. There was, in the end, a downside to having such a gullible bunch of classmates— Sure, they swayed easily to her side, but that meant that they swayed back to Marinette’s just as easily. 

Hissing under her breath, Lila looked up to catch Alya and Nino’s concerned looks. 

No. 

She was Lila Rossi. She was resourceful. She had Gabriel Agreste behind her back. She was powerful. She was not going to let Mari-Brat halt her plans in their tracks ever again. 

“I’m going to go use the bathroom real quick,” She said, excusing herself from the lunch table. Perfect! Now all she had to do was come back in tears, saying that Marinette confronted and mocked her in the bathroom, and the class would be all hers, once again. 

Little did she know that Dupain-Cheng was one teensy step ahead. 

As soon as Lila rounded the corner of the cafeteria, Marinette appeared, having just had a lovely chat with Rose (And Juleka, although it was Rose who did most of the talking). The two were at the front steps of Francois Dupont, having a lovely couple moment that Marinette hated to interrupt— But she needed to have at least a word with them. 

“Rose, Juleka!” Marinette greeted, box of macarons held carefully in her arms, as if it were a box of important jewelry instead of just a box of pastries. “Oh— Rose, is that a new watch? I’ve never seen you wear it before!” 

“Yep, it is!” Rose beamed, delighted that someone (Besides Juleka) had finally noticed it. “Isn’t it pretty?” Indeed it was. The watch in question was a pretty, intricate-looking thing done in rose-gold metal, with a pastel pink leather strap holding it down. The background of the watch face was a white background with a thin film of rose-gold metal, cut to resemble a wall of precious rose vines. 

“It is!” Agreeing wholeheartedly, Marinette offered her classmate a smile. “Oh by the way, what time is it?” 

Rose peered at the watchface, returning the answer with an equally-bright smile. “11.47.” 

“Thank you.” Marinette thanked, continuing her way through the school until she reached the cafeteria. Just before she fell into line of sight, though, she hid behind a wall, peering over the corner until she spotted the table she was looking for. 

Perfect— Lila just walked away. Marinette thanked the gods for all the luck that she was having— Okay, maybe she thanked one god in particular more than the others. Gently, she patted the secret pocket that was sewn into the lining of her blazer— Tikki, who had magic powers, managed to create a miniature ‘room’ inside the secret pocket, with the pocket itself acting as a portal of sorts to the room. After a few seconds, she felt the pocket tap back, managing a small smile of gratitude for her kwami’s constant love and support. 

“Hey, Alya, Nino.” Marinette greeted shyly, box of macarons propped up against her hip. “Where’s... Lila?” She hesitated slightly with her question, acting as if it was a little out-of-place to ask about the Italian girl. 

“She went to the bathroom.” Nino provided, mouth still full of unchewed food. This gifted him with a smack from his girlfriend (“Don’t talk with your mouth full!” she scolded,). 

“Oh, I see.” I definitely see. I know what she’s going to try and pull later— I have to time this properly. Timing is everything. 

Marinette continued to make small talk with the two, whom she had not talked to for a very long time. Much to her surprise, they were very warm and accepting, quite unlike the people who slung slurs and accused her baselessly a few days ago. One morning made all the difference to people who believed anything, she supposed. 

All of a sudden, something in her chest buzzed, as if it were a fire alarm, vibrating in warning— She had to go. “It was nice talking to you guys again.” She admitted, having briefly dipped into a pool of what their friendship used to be like. “But I have to go. I promised Kagami I’d meet her for a few minutes before lunch ended.”

Alya’s eyebrows jumped up comically in surprise. “I didn’t know you still talked to her. I thought you two were… Love rivals.”

“So what if we were love rivals?” Marinette shrugged with a simple smile. “Adrien is… As much as it’s odd to admit, he’s just a boy. Neither of us let him get in between us. He’s just a boy, and it’d be stupid for us to not get along just because we like the same boy. It doesn’t bother Kagami that we used to like the same boy, so why should I let it bother me? Besides,” Marinette tilted her head slightly. “It’d be stupid to give up a great friendship just because of a boy.”

With her last words still hanging in the air, Marinette turned tail and left, walking faster than usual. She had little time left— As she neared the wall that would shield her from the view of the cafeteria, she sped up her footsteps, practically half-sprinting just so she could get out of sight before Lila Rossi returned, looking like someone just killed a puppy in front of her very eyes.

“Oh my god, what’s wrong?” Alya jumped to her feet instantly, reaching out to comfort her best friend, who was moments away from having tears stream down her cheeks.

“I… I thought she’d changed.” Lila sniffled, biting her lip to appear as if she was desperately trying not to cry.

Alya frowned. “Who?”

“Marinette.” Lila stated as if it were obvious, faltering for a moment— Why had Alya bothered to ask? Shouldn’t it come pretty obvious? The liar dismissed the thoughts and continued in her performance. “She threatened me in the bathroom. She… She confronted me and mocked me, saying… Saying that all of you… All of you are idiots for believing that she’s changed. She… She said everything was an act to turn you all against me.”

Nino’s jaw dropped so far that it touched the floor. “Uh… Dudette, are you sure it was Marinette?”

“Yes!” Lila spun to look at him so fast that it was a wonder she didn’t break her neck. “Are… Are you doubting me? Oh my god, it’s working. She’s turning you guys against me. I just want to have friends, I don’t get why she hates me so—”

“You’re… Absolutely sure it was Marinette? You saw her face?” Alya repeated her boyfriend’s words, emphasising each and everyone of them as she looked Lila in the eyes.

“Alya, not you too.” Lila sniffled, tears basically dropping out of her eyes like big, fat droplets of salt water. “It was her— I saw her blazer, it had MDC stitched onto it.”

An uncomfortable silence settled in between the girl and her boyfriend, neither quite knowing what to say. “Oh. I… I see.” Alya said at last, turning back to her food. “Well… Lunch is almost over. Let’s… Let’s get back to class.”

“Marinette just threatened me in the bathroom!” Lila puffed up, clearly upset now. “She mocked me! She called you guys stupid for believing her act!”

“Dudette.” Nino shattered the ice-cold silence at their lunch table, swallowing heavily. “Marinette was with us the whole time you were in the bathroom.”

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The tension inside the room was so thick that Adrien could cut it with his bare hands. God, what had happened? The day had started off so well— Marinette agreed to be friends with Lila, god bless the girl— But as it turned out, one hurdle folded over only to be towered over by a taller one. 

“Alya—” Lila began tearfully, her pitiful look attracting the sympathy of those who still didn’t know what was going on. 

“You claimed that Marinette threatened you in the bathroom.” Alya interrupted. “While she was with us the whole time in the cafeteria.” 

Faltering, the Italian struggled to find a way to squeeze herself out of the tight spot. “M— Maybe it was someone else.” Reluctantly, she backed out one trap into another one. 

“You said that you were sure! You said that she was wearing a blazer with MDC stitched on it. Marinette was wearing that blazer during lunch!” The reporter shot back, Nino at her side, trying to extinguish the conflicted fire blazing inside Alya’s heart. 

The seeds of doubt had been sewn, and Lila was going to have a tough time weeding them out. “I... I’m sorry!” She burst out into tears, sobbing pitifully in front of the class, most of which were already in attendance. “My lying disease is acting up again. I... I can’t help it. I didn’t mean to hurt anyone!” 

“Uh... Is this a bad time to ask if anyone wants macarons?” Marinette cleared her throat awkwardly, standing at the front of the room. Her royal blue blazer had been shed, and it now hung over her arm, properly folded into half. Earlier, she had asked Rose for the time to make sure that she had a witness in case Lila tried to pull another act— But as it seemed, the Italian was determined to dig her own grave and all the work had been done. 

The students of Mlle. Bustier’s class shared looks. 

“I’ll... I’ll have one.” Mylene cleared her throat, hoping that it would diffuse the situation. 

“Me too.” Kim followed, not missing the way Marinette flinched slightly at his words. Most of the words he had said to her of late had not been nice at all— But he justified that with the fact that she was being a bully to Lila, like Chloe had been to Marinette herself. 

“Great!” Marinette cleared her throat awkwardly, slapping on a strained smile. She passed the box to the front row, where Sabrina and Chloe were, gesturing for them to pass the box along until everyone got their fill. 

Internally, Lila seethed, anger burning like a wildfire that tore down every lush sign of life in her path. The girl had never felt that livid in her entire life— Who did Dupain-Cheng think she was, having a change of heart out of nowhere, pretending to play along with those oh-so-innocent eyes of hers? 

“I... I think I know why my disease acted up again,” Lila sniffled, loud enough to gather attention again. Unsure glances passed around like an object that no one wanted, carried from hand to hand forcefully as no one wanted to hold onto it for too long. “It... It must’ve been because of... Of the cardigan that Marinette made me! You must’ve known that...” The Italian squinted at the cardigan on her desk, “... Cotton triggers my lying disease!” 

The bluenette, still passing around macarons, stopped in her tracks. Inside her mind, Marinette was shaking her head, an amused smile on her cheeks. She had to give Lila credit for that one— She would’ve never anticipated that lie from her nemesis. “That’s terrible!” She sucked in a breath, putting on a dismayed look. “I’m really sorry, Lila! I know it seems like I did this on purpose, but I promise I didn’t! To make it up to you, I’ll make you another one.” 

Is she serious right now? Lila scoffed mentally. How long does she plan to keep this going? No matter— She’ll eventually drain herself out and I won’t even have to meddle in this matter. 

Marinette sniffled, collecting the cardigan pitifully from Lila’s desk. “But to prevent future incidents, Lila, I just want you to know that this isn’t made of cotton... It’s made from the highest-quality of star silk, which is incredibly difficult to produce and is rather expensive. It’s such a pity... I thought that only the best of materials would be deserving to be used to make an apology present... I guess you can’t wear it. I’ll just make another copy of the cardigan with some normal-range silk.” Sighing, the bluenette pretended to mull in sadness for a few seconds before an idea struck her. “Alya! You aren’t allergic to star silk, right?” 

The flow of conversation redirected suddenly, with the reporter snapping to attention and nodding eagerly as she realised what was about to happen. 

“Then... Since I’ve spent so long on this, I don’t want it to go to waste... Why don’t you have it, instead?” Offered Marinette with a sweet, shy smile on her face. 

Lila, still caught up in shock by the reveal of the material— Was then slammed with a wall of flaming anger as Alya squealed, coddling the soft, fluffy material that made the cardigan the exquisite product it was. 

“Marinette’s right,” Adrien chipped in with his own two cents, “Father can rarely get his hands on that material— It costs a fortune, and if hand-made... It takes forever.” 

“Oh, I wove the silk by myself,” Marinette added shyly after Adrien’s contribution, “So I apologise if it’s not up to the quality of industry-level star silk.” 

The reporter gushed, still cooing and running her hands over the gorgeous threads of fabric that made up the cloud-like base of the cardigan, eyes sparkling and the details of the embroidery. 

Marinette smiled, returning to her seat without a fuss. The rest of the class continued to pass the pastries around, the perfect description of ‘ignorance is bliss’ as they pretended as if they couldn’t see the way Lila was shaking in anger. Alya, on the other hand, could see nothing but the garment in her hands, her ‘best friend’ having become invisible for the time being. 

Just as well that it turned out this way, Marinette hummed, twirling her pen in hand, Let that be my departing gift to Rena Rouge. 

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Tomorrow arrived like clockwork, never late and always on time. The crowd of students clamouring by the front of Francois Dupont hushed to silence as they parted for two dark-haired women, both of which were giving off waves of confidence. Simple conversation flowed between the two, who were perfect examples of elegance and grace, their traditional-inspired attire complementing the royal-like aura they had. 

“This dress is really lovely, Marinette,” Kagami smiled gently, admiring the way the fabric flowed around her. The designer had gifted her friend with a maroon-coloured hanfu-inspired dress, complete with hand-sewn embroidery of a golden dragon curled around Kagami’s waist and neck. The dress was completed with a pleated skirt that went all the way to the heels. At first, the fencer was reluctant about the skirt due to the limited maneuverability, but then Marinette revealed that the skirt was very simple to take off as it was just tied around the waist. 

“You look gorgeous in it. It suits you.” Marinette replied, dressed in a similar looking dress. Her hanfu-inspired dress was light pink in colour, with silver threads depicting cranes flying about freely. The pleated skirt was grey in colour, lined with a soft circle of white. 

Kagami blushed slightly. “Thank you.” Briefly, the Japanese girl wondered why on Earth Marinette would go and embroider a dragon onto her dress— Was it purely a coincidence, or...? 

“I’m really glad you decided to transfer here,” Marinette smiled softly, her dark blue bangs framing her face as the rest of it was gathered into a braid that Kagami had helped weave. “It’s going to be nice! I’ll get to see you a lot more often.” 

“We’re in different classes, though.” Frowning, Kagami wondered if she should request a change of homeroom. 

“For now.” The designer winked playfully. “Oh, I have to get to class. See you during lunch?” 

Without waiting for a reply, the blue-eyed girl moved away gracefully, leaving Kagami in confusion. 

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“Good morning,” Marinette greeted gracefully, sweeping into the classroom with her bag over her shoulder and a package in her hands. This package was clearly not as exquisitely-wrapped as the one from the day before, as it was just brown paper and some rough string. 

Alya brightened at the sight of her friend, shrinking away slightly whenever Lila tried to say anything. Sure, the reporter did shake off the initial reaction and respond to whatever her ‘best friend’ said, but the damage had been done. 

“Here’s your new cardigan. It’s made from the same material as your shirt,” Marinette smiled warmly, placing the package on Lila’s table. “It’s a little different from the one I brought yesterday, but I still poured in all my emotions when I made it, so I hope you’ll accept it.” 

Through a gritted smile, the Italian thanked the designer, clenching her fists under the table. That was the second time in two days she had to thank Mari-brat! She swore that if she had to do it again a third time, she was going to slap someone. 

“Oh, Marinette!” Alya called out excitedly, wearing the cardigan that was originally supposed to be Lila’s. “This cardigan is so soft! It’s really amazing to wear! As expected of you, girl!” 

The bluenette stared back at the reporter, wavering for a bit. She had a feeling that Alya wanted something from her... 

“So... I was wondering...” The reporter’s expression turned sheepish, with Marinette’s internal thought-train going ah, there it comes— “Could you remove this and put my name instead?” Alya picked up the corner of the cardigan, pointing to the inside of the garment, where ‘Lila Rossi’ was embroidered on. 

“Ah...” Marinette didn’t even have to fake her nervousness. We already agreed on this, She told herself, No more doing free stuff for people. No more. “Sorry, Alya. My parents need a lot of help in the bakery recently,.. You know how it is! Family always comes first. I’ve already taken out a lot of time to make the cardigan for Lila... And I promised Kagami I’d go out with her this weekend. I’m afraid I don’t have time...” 

There was no missing the way Alya’s face fell instantly. “Couldn’t you put off Kagami for me? Aren’t we best friends?” 

“I thought Lila was your best friend,” Feigning an expression of innocence, Marinette tilted her head slightly. “You shouldn’t go around saying things like that, Alya. You might hurt Lila’s feelings. Besides, a promise is a promise. I wouldn’t want to hurt Kagami’s feelings either. Not to mention— I gave you that cardigan for free. That was two weeks’ worth of hard work. I’m afraid I don’t have the ability to take time out to alter it for free either. If you really want to get it done, you could ask an external tailor to do it for you. I know a few who can do really good embroidery.” 

Alya faltered. “But... We used to be best friends...” 

Snorting mentally, Marinette continued to hold her calm composure. “Like I said, you really shouldn’t say that, Alya. Lila might get upset and we don’t want to hurt her feelings— Right, Adrien?” 

The blonde jumped when the conversation turned to him out of nowhere. All of a sudden, every eye in the classroom was fixed on him. “R— Right, of course.” He said, forcing out each word. 

Satisfied, Marinette nodded, still wearing her ever-so-kind smile. “Exactly.” 

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“Hey, why don’t we all go out and have a picnic outside during lunch?” Alya suggested loudly, jumping up as soon as the lunch bell rang. “Marinette, you can come along too!” Something inside the reporter’s chest was stirring, and with the events of the past few days, Alya felt like she just had to quench that unsettling feeling— And the first step to that was to mend things with Marinette, even though it was the bluenette’s fault for always having been biased to Lila. Alya smiled, proud of herself. She would be the bigger person, she would forgive Marinette, she would integrate the designer back into the class again. 

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Marinette replied just as quickly, “We don’t know what Lila might be allergic to— She could easily trigger a reaction if we go out, especially since it’s spring.” 

A collective choir of groans rounded the class. 

“Well, I’m going to go back to the hotel to have a first-class meal,” Chloe turned her nose up at her classmates. “... Dupain-Cheng, would you like to come?” 

Shock painted the faces of the whole classroom. Did Chloe just... Ask Marinette something... Politely? 

“I’d love to take that offer, Chloe.” Responded the bluenette, graceful and flawless as ever. “Perhaps tomorrow?” 

“Suit yourself. They’re serving lobster today.” Chloe huffed. “If you’re really that busy, then fine. We can discuss...” The Mayor’s daughter trailed off as she blushed. 

The bluenette giggled knowingly. “You’d like to commission a dress from me, right?” 

“... No.” 

“...” 

“... Maybe.” 

“Alright.” Marinette nodded. “Then maybe it’ll be more convenient if I head over to the hotel after school. I’ll need to take your measurements and we can discuss the prices after.” 

“Whatever.” Chloe waved her away haughtily, a poor effort to cover up her embarrassment. “Sabrina. Let’s go.” 

“Chloe?” Alya guffawed. “Why are you commissioning something from Marinette?” 

Rolling her eyes as if Alya had just asked the stupidest question ever, Chloe answered plainly. “Because she’s one of the up-and-rising designers in the industry? Have you seen what Dupain-Cheng is wearing today? Celebrities are already fighting for spots in her commission list. Even my mother and Gabriel Agreste acknowledge her talent. I’m not dumb, Cesaire. I can recognise a future fashion queen when I see one.” 

Wow, Marinette breathed, looking at the stunned faces around the room, Chloe sure knows how to create an impression. 

“W— Well.” Stuttered the reporter after Chloe made her big exit. “Then... What about going to the bakery for lunch?” 

“Didn’t Lila say she saw a rat in the bakery the last time she visited it?” Marinette pointed out. “The health officer checked the surveillance and the claim was dismissed, of course, because my parents make sure the bakery is as hygienic as possible— But I’m sure Lila is traumatised from that incident. I wouldn’t want to force her to come along to the bakery— And we wouldn’t want to leave her out either, right?” 

This elicited another round of groans. 

Oh, I am enjoying myself way too much, Marinette chuckled mentally. 

“Then— Then...” Alya struggled visibly before she was put out of her misery. 

“It’s fine, Alya.” The designer reassured her. “I wouldn’t want to bother Lila. I’m sure she’s still upset at me. You guys go ahead. I have to go back to the bakery to help my parents out. See you guys after!” 

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Slam! 

Lila fumed, hand still pressed on her locker door. What. The. Hell. Was Mari-brat trying to do? She didn’t miss the way some of her classmates sent her unsatisfactory looks after that pre-lunch stunt that Marinette had pulled. 

And what was the thing about high-and-mighty Chloe commissioning from Marinette? 

Sure, Lila would admit that the cardigan that the designer made was indeed gorgeous, and the fabric was smooth and velvety, a quality unlike any of the clothing that Lila had ever had the privilege to touch— But surely a lowly brat like Dupain-Cheng couldn’t be that popular... Right? 

Dammit, hissed the Italian girl, Maybe I should’ve tried being friends with Mari-brat instead of Cesaire. 

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“Is that... Marinette and Kagami?” Nino gaped, prompting Alya to turn around. It was true— Walking up the steps of Francois Dupont together were the two blue-haired girls, a gentle smile dancing on Kagami’s lips as Marinette talked animatedly, her hands waving around quickly to further elaborate her point. 

Students lounging around the entrance for lunch couldn’t tear their eyes off the two and their matching dresses. Sure, the two girls had walked into school the same way that morning— But now that the afternoon sun was high up in the sky, the golden and silver embroidery was glinting luminously, revealing the true caliber of Marinette’s craft. 

“But... They’re rivals.” Stuttered Alya. She just couldn’t understand... Weren’t they supposed to hate each other? 

“They both like Adrien but they can still get along,” Nino remarked thoughtfully, taking a bite from his sandwich. “So Marinette wasn’t lying about going to meet Kagami yesterday.” 

Alya was silent. 

“Alya? What’s wrong?” Worried, Nino put a hand around his girlfriend’s shoulder, care and concern shining through his honest eyes. 

“If... If Marinette doesn’t get jealous or biased over someone who also likes Adrien...” Alya started quietly, eyes still fixed on the two girls, “Then why was she so against Lila?” 

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“Mlle. Bustier?” The teacher looked up at the voice of her favourite student. Fondly, she smiled. Marinette had finally seen the light and changed her ways, becoming the helpful, generous, kind Marinette that served as a great example for her peers. “May I make an announcement before class ends?” 

“Of course, dear.” Mlle. Bustier gave permission instantly— Marinette was taking up the reins of leadership again! The teacher couldn’t help but do a happy dance internally. 

“I have an announcement to make, so if everyone could listen, I’d be really thankful.” Marinette started, her clear blue eyes meeting those of her classmates. 

She took a deep breath. This is it. I’ve done what I needed to do, now it’s time to finish the job. 

“These past two days... Have been great,” Marinette started wistfully. “I really missed hanging around everyone, just like we did before,” Before you all turned your backs on me and stabbed me when I wasn’t looking, “But I can’t deny— And neither can you— That the things that have happened... They had a really deep impact. And I’ve realised that I can’t just ignore that damage that has been done.” The damage that has been done to me. “So, for the better of everyone— I’ve decided that I... Will transfer classes.” 

It was as if an explosion had gone off in Mlle. Bustier’s classroom. 

“Girl! You can’t do that!” Alya exclaimed in dismay, “We can fix things! Everything has been going well these few days, haven’t they?” 

“Dudette! Honestly, we forgive you.” Nino sighed, “Things just aren’t the same if you’re not here anymore.” 

Adrien didn’t say a word, but the imploring gaze he wore said enough. Please don’t leave me here alone. We promised we’d fight together, right? As long as both of us know... 

Marinette held her hand up to silence them, and the classroom, just as swiftly, became the deadly silence that followed post-disaster. “I understand. But once again, this is for the better,” — Of my mental health, “I’ve talked to Mlle. Mendeliev, and she’s agreed to take me in. I believe that once the changes have taken place, we can all grow more freely without restrictions.” 

In the corner, Mlle. Bustier was tearing up and dabbing at her eyes with her sleeve. 

“Mlle. Bustier,” Marinette turned to her teacher, no malice in her eyes. “I’ll be under Mlle. Mendeliev’s care now.” 

“Marinette...” The teacher sobbed quietly, with Chloe shooting her a look of disgust from the front row. 

“It’s not going to be easy for any of us,” Marinette turned back to the class, “But with time, I’m sure we will all prosper. Especially since you will now be under the care of our one and only Lila Rossi.” 

Adrien looked like someone had just killed a puppy in front of him. 

“Since I am the current class president, I thought I’d pass on the duties onto the most capable person in our class.” Marinette explained warmly, never moving her gaze away from the bewildered Lila. “Lila has the most connections in our class out of all of us, and she’s met so many CEOs and entrepreneurs that she must know a lot about organising and planning. I’m sure you can do it, Lila, but...” She paused. “You can handle it, right?” 

“Y— Yeah. Of course.” Lila stuttered. 

“You promised the class that you’d get BTS to perform for the year-end fundraiser since you were supposed to be in an arranged marriage with their youngest member, Jungkook.” Marinette continued, God I am enjoying myself too much honestly, but I ain’t going to stop now, “And you said you could convince your godfather, Bruce Wayne, to allow the class to go to Wayne Enterprises for this year’s class trip.” 

“She said she could convince Tony Hawk to give me an internship, too!” Alix chipped in. 

“And that she’d bring me along the next time Prince Ali asks for her help for a charity cause!” Rose smiled. 

“She said she’d introduce me to the CEO of Graham Films!” Nino’s eyes shone at the idea. 

The class continued to talk all over one another until Marinette silenced them once more. “Now, now. Let’s not overwhelm Lila. We wouldn’t want her to be overworked or to feel like the expectations are set too high, right?” 

The class agreed, nodding along. 

Marinette made eye contact with Lila, offering her a sweet smile as she did so. Lila, on the other hand, had no taste for such politeness. Instead, she straight-out glared at the former class president. 

This is your problem now. 

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“Marinette! I was hoping to catch you before you went home,” Alya panted, having been able to find the bluenette in the locker room before the designer slipped out of her reach. “You... You’re really serious about leaving?” 

“Yeah.” Smiled Marinette, organising her textbooks into her bag, dusting down her skirt. Noticing Alya’s crestfallen expression, she took the initiative to continue the conversation. “Is there anything else, Alya?” 

“Did you... Did you really hate Lila because she liked Adrien, too?” The reporter asked somewhat timidly. 

Marinette giggled. Normally, when the girl giggled, you could hear a gentle tinkling of wind chimes— But at that moment, Alya heard the freezing winds on Mount Everest instead. “Don’t be silly, Alya. All this over a boy? Besides, I’m over him.” 

“Then...” Alya swallowed difficulty. “Lila... Really was lying this whole time?” 

The gaze that swept across the reporter was stone cold, and it made Alya feel as if she was dangling over a valley of jagged rocks. “What do you think, Alya?” Even so, the bluenette maintained a sweet smile. 

“She was. She was lying the whole time.” Alya suddenly felt as if she had a shortness of air. “This whole time—” 

“Oh, good for you. You finally learned how to see further than one feet in front of you.” Marinette hummed. “I’m proud of you, really. But I’m afraid that I don’t have the time to listen to you slowly come to conclusions after I’ve tried making you see sense for the past half a year. I tried to stop you from ruining your futures, but I guess determination was always one of your good traits.” 

Alya slipped to the floor, having lost the feeling in her legs. She placed one hand against the lockers for support as she shook, weakly looking up at the girl who she was once so proud to call her ‘best friend’. 

“Marinette?” Kagami’s voice rang through the room, indicating that the girl was waiting at the doorway. “You said you were heading to Bourgeois’s hotel after school— Would you like a ride?” 

“That’d be nice, Kagami. A moment.” The designer looked down at her friend and smiled, albeit a little sadly this time— And then she lowered her voice. 

“Determination was always one of your good traits.” 

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“Marinette,” Adrien perked up at the sight of the bluenette leaving the school doors— Side by side with Kagami, who looked ready to draw a sword and start a duel then and there. 

“This’ll just take a minute, ‘Gami.” Marinette reassured, gently patting her friend’s arm. “Why don’t you get in the car first? It looks like it’s going to rain.” 

Reluctantly, Kagami nodded. “Alright.” Warily, the fencer stepped down the stairs and into the car— But even as she sat in the vehicle, she watched over her fellow bluenette like a hawk, ready to jump out and challenge the blonde if the situation called for it. 

Adrien rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, not quite knowing what to say. Luckily for him, the designer decided to start the conversation. 

“I just wanted to say thank you.” Marinette smiled softly. A few months ago, when she looked at Adrien, she would see the kind, generous, pure-hearted boy with the finest golden hair and the brightest green eyes. Now? All she saw was a spineless, sheltered, passive child that was afraid of confrontations. 

“For what?” Adrien looked at Marinette, and no longer did he see the cute, pigtail-adorning girl that would blush fiercely everytime he tried to talk to her. Instead, he saw a beautiful, young woman, a rock that had pulled through all the odds to become a vibrant, iridescent diamond. 

Marinette was glowing with confidence, her presence diffusing into the air around her and triggering eyes to look up every time she walked by. There was something about the way she held herself that just made the woman demand awe and respect from those that crossed her path. The old ‘Clumsinette’ had been shed like an old snake skin to reveal a treasure, a better version of the bluenette that had always been waiting for her time to come. 

Bluebell eyes met green ones just as rain began to patter down onto the streets of Paris. Marinette glanced up slightly, not at all bothered as she smoothly retrieved an umbrella from her bag, holding it out for the blonde to take. A flush of deja vu burst through Adrien’s veins and through his skin as he took it with a mumbled thanks, eyes blown wide as Marinette let loose her hair from her ponytail, pulling her blazer over her head to avoid getting her head wet. 

Adrien could only gape as Marinette uttered familiar words back to him, a knowing smile dancing across her lips as she ran off into the rain as if an invisible weight had been lifted off her shoulders. The bluenette looked lighter, brighter, ready to take flight and soar towards the success that her crops of hard work had finally started to bear. Before the blonde model knew it, Marinette Dupain-Cheng had slipped out of his grip, already spreading her multi-coloured wings to land among the stars. 

“Thank you for telling me to take the high road.”  

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this was both satisfying and tiring to write... 

[dragonfruitsoup]

Speaking of Kankuro, there's something else I've noticed, that idk if anyone else did. We've actually seen him use his wind type nature, but in a very subtle way, and not to harm his opponents. You see, if you go watch his fight vs Shino in the chunin exams arc, you'll notice in the scene, after he's unwrapped crow, and we have a shot of him carrying te puppet, before the battle begins, the white puppet wrappings that he wraps them in, are literally floating all around him, and the scene even has the same "wavy wind animation" they give to Temari with her jutsu. And it was just him and Shino and no one else in that scene, so he had to be the one creating that wind. It also happens again, in his fight vs Sakon/Ukon, when he goes save Kiba. When he unwraps the puppet, once again, there's wind, and the wrappers start floating in the air of their own accord. And they stay floating for a while, they don't just stay in the air for a second. So yeah, thought you'd like to know that. He has wind release, but he just uses it for "the drama effect" in battle, like the theater nerd he is. You can go watch the fights for yourself and check it out if you want to.

just moving your reference gifs here for ease & to combine asks

i wouldn't be shocked to learn kank has wind release canonically. i'll admit i never read a data book and i take everything off wikis with, like, four grains of salt. so i always wonder if the four types assigned to him are things he himself is naturally capable of, or if (at least some of) it is based on his puppets. but it would check out for me if he did. i know chakra types aren't necessarily inherited, but obviously temari uses it, rasa & gaara both use magnet release, which requires wind. so it wouldn't be strange for kank to be able to use it.

with what few puppeteers we see, i dont think we see any of them use a ninjutsu not related to their puppets (except maybe chiyo and the whole resurrection thing, but funky illegal zombie jutsus aside!!). bestie related them to artificers, which i have a loose understanding of, but if you're into d&d, you probably know what she's talking about. they're creating a tool in order to use magic/ninjutsu and they specialize in using their magic/chakra through a tool.

so, in your examples above, we're again only seeing him use a release once he's pulled out the puppets. (i think. i'll have to rewatch the scenes, but i think it's only after he physically pulls them out, that the wind starts. please correct me if im wrong)

so to me it could be three things?

1) it could be kank cant use wind but, in some way, it's built into his puppets. (which raises another dozen questions)

2) it could be that he can use wind, but not very well, so he uses it in very minor ways. (like staging, because he's a theater kid)

3) it could be that he's on par with his siblings in terms of sheer power but just says fuck it, and uses it only for staging because

frankly, given what we know about our puppeteers, i'm banking on those last two, BUT!

i think we were absolutely robbed of more time with the puppeteers and how they work, so a lot of their moves i think just get a little hand wave acceptance sort of thing going on. but i would absolutely believe kank can use wind and that it's probably his natural/main chakra release.

[thefanficmonster]

All The Colors

Corpse Husband x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Colorblindness, Swearing

Genre: Fluff, Romance, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: The colors are not always seen but rather felt. Just like Y/N feels the colors through their best friend and boyfriend Corpse. That’s how they realize that what they can’t see is the most beautiful and genuine feeling in the world. The feeling of knowing something and someone so deeply.

Requested by my dear friend Lulu, who you might have known as greenieofshield. Unfortunately she’ll never get to read this fic and I’ll never forgive myself for not putting it out sooner but I’ll also never forgive the universe for being so cruel as to take her away so early. She was one of the best people I’ve ever met, always so full of optimism, always there to brighten up my day and make me smile. Always so strong and brave, never falling victim to the hate she received despite not being deserving of it. The world lost an angel the day she died and I as well as so many other people will forever miss her.

Love you and miss you with my whole soul and hear, Lulu. Hope they’re treating you right in heaven ❤

For what it’s worth, Y/N has never asked people to describe the colors to them. In their eyes that seemed like the equivalent of poorly patching up a wound: they could hear thousands upon thousands of descriptions of each color and still wouldn’t be able to imagine it. The descriptions would only make that worse to them. So to avoid feeling even more like they’re missing out they never asked.

However, that doesn’t mean they haven’t developed their own way to ‘visualize’ and imagine colors throughout the years. They’ve tried loads of different methods, few of which stuck around and not for long either. That is exactly why they frequently used to tell their friends: “You can’t paint me a rainbow with black and white and shades of grey and expect me not to feel like I’m missing out on something. Paint me the gloomy sky on a rainy day and only then we’ll be even cause you’re seeing the same greys I am.”

Little did they know how drastically their logic was about to change in the following years.

Speaking of said following years - they met Corpse who became one of their best friends in practically no time. And within just a few months of that friendship’s blossoming, a romance sparked. A romance their friends would jokingly refer to as ‘romance of a lifetime��. Maybe it was said jokingly but Lord knows they weren’t wrong in saying so because the two were completely head over heels for one another -s till are to this day - and never shied away from showing it.

Y/N and Corpse met through Rae who Y/N was staying with while on a little vacation to Los Angeles. To be even more specific here, the two met through a game of Among Us, the game responsible for many wonderful friendships since its release.

“Guys, guys, guys.“ Y/N said after sparking up a bickering session for falsely accusing ‘blue‘ of faking a task in Navigation during the final round for the day, “Here’s a little rule of thumb for whenever we play together again: don’t trust me if I accuse a color instead of a name.“ It’s safe to say that statement rose a few eyebrows in the Discord call, the confusion serving as amusement to them before they explained themself, “Oh, why that is? Hm, I don’t know, maybe cause I’m colorblind.”

Rae who was in on the scheme the whole time and was struggling to hold in her laughter finally snapped while the rest of the players were left processing the information that had been dropped on them.

“But you practically kicked our ass every single round?!“ Corpse said, amazement and confusion in his tone.

“Expect the unexpected from this schemer, take it from someone who’s known them for a decade now.“ Rae said, winking at her friend from across the room. Not failing to notice the blush on their cheeks while doing so though.

“Corpse, are you calling me a good liar?“ They poked a stick at him teasingly, desperately avoiding Rae’s gaze which widened the second she realized why her friend was so flustered by Corpse’s remark.

“Practically a con artist.“ He replied to them with a laugh, earning one from them in return.

And so they practically conned him into falling in love with them with their quick wit, sarcasm and cuteness. If someone is to ask Corpse if he expected to fall for Y/N, he’d probably say yes.

“They were like a magnet the moment they entered the lobby and started talking.“ He said once on a live stream in response to a question he received in the chat regarding Y/N, “It wasn’t hard at all, falling for them. What took me a while was realizing it. While I was referring to them as ‘best friend’ all my friends were rolling their eyes and going ‘Sure, bud.’ Just took me a bit to realize why.”

Luckily, it didn’t take him too long to grasp what his heart was actually screaming at him. Good thing they came to terms with it so soon too, otherwise they would’ve driven their friends insane.

Anyway, enough about what happened and what could’ve happened under one circumstance or another, what matters is the ‘here and now’ of their relationship. And trust me when I say it has never been better and it keeps getting better every day.

The beauty of what those two have is in the tiny every day things that they do for each other, the good morning texts even though the other person in probably just in the kitchen making breakfast while the other cannot find it in them to get out of bed; or it’s laced within the calls between them when neither of them are home or at least one of them is out and about, busy with a task they’ve probably been putting off for far too long. Don’t get me wrong though, the romantic gestures aren’t rare either. Random gifts are exchanged by them on regular intervals but one consistent and super romantic gesture that repeats a few times every year (of the two years they’ve been dating) is Corpse giving Y/N a bouquet of flowers.

A detail Y/N couldn’t help but take notice of was the fact that the bouquet was always made up of the same flowers with only small changes to the arrangement of them and maybe some tiny ones added too. Unfortunately, they aren’t artificial so they couldn’t have kept them thought they wish they could’ve. That being said, it goes without saying that those flowers mean the world to Y/N, the gesture actually - they know flowers are a common gift to give but anything they receive from Corpse is so special and makes them feel like the only person who’s ever received such a gift.

And so they got curious, they had to ask. They had to ask the question they never thought they’d actively ask considering their view of the topic. But they still did.

“Hey Corpse.“ Y/N spoke up out of the blue, breaking the silence that had fallen over them while they watched the movie they were only partially interested in given how exhausted they both were from devoting themselves to their respective tasks and responsibilities throughout the last few days.

Corpse hummed in response, the arm wrapped around their waist doing a little motion as if encouraging them to continue, his gaze immediately traveling down to his partner.

“What color are the flowers?“ They asked, gazing at the bouquet - a gift they had received from him for their birthday a few days prior - in the vase on the dining table.

They waited a few seconds but when they didn’t hear nor feel any sort of response from him they couldn’t help but look up at him. Upon doing so, they saw his small smile as his eyes too remained on the bouquet. “They’re black and white.“ He replied eventually, “Black roses and white daffodils.“ His gaze wandered away from the vase and down to meet theirs, “I don’t want you to think I’m seeing them in their ‘full beauty’ while you only see them in black and white. You are seeing them in their full beauty and not missing out on anything. They are absolutely beautiful black and white as they are.“

As a response to his answer, Y/N couldn’t suppress the growing smile on their face no matter how hard they tried. So they didn’t try at all, they let the smile lighten up their face before speaking up: “You’re a wonder, Corpse.” They said, pushing themself as upright as they could to be able to kiss his cheek. “However, you’re wrong.” They say when they pull away, smirking up at his confused expression, “My world was black and white until you came into it. You’re all the colors, Corpse. Your love’s red, joy’s yellow, sadness blue, chaos green. Love red. You’re all the colors and out of all the people that have tried to describe to me how they look, you have managed to do that just perfectly without even trying.”

Little did they know that’s exactly what he thinks of them - their world is black and white because all the colors live within them. Because they are all the colors.

And maybe they both are, seeing as how they came into each other’s lives exactly like the rainbow after the pouring rain.

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[maybe-theres-hope]

Those Four Words

So yeah I JUST finished Desperate Measures and I literally had to get this out before I could sleep. 

5.03 Coda | 1.6k | Summary: How I would love to see them get their shit together. Title from the episode, referring to Eddie saying “We need to talk” because YES YOU FUCKING DO. *puts on clown nose*

Buck finds Eddie sulking on the bench in the locker room. Because this was becoming a pretty common occurrence as of late, he takes it on himself to do the best friend thing he always does, and walks in to sit beside him. 

The fact that Eddie doesn’t automatically look up at him with annoyance--like he has most of the time Buck has done this in the past few weeks, when they both know what the conversation is going to sound like--is unsettling but not off-putting.

“Hey,” is his opener. Quiet and courteous of Eddie’s obvious pain. Buck’s good at this best friend thing. Had a lot of practice lately.

He gets nothing in reply for long, long moments. He waits it out. Eddie’s a closed-off guy at the best of times, but when he’s hurting, it’s like a steel wall is up between him and the world. Buck’s taken a sledgehammer to that wall a few times and it hasn’t ended pretty. Lately he’s been just simply knocking at it, hoping the man on the other side can hear that he’s not alone. That’s all he can do. 

Then, “I broke up with Ana. Like. Officially.”

Buck is quiet for a moment. “Was there an...unofficial breakup before that?”

“I don’t know. Probably when I panicked twice in front of her at the mere mention of us as a family. Think that set off a few warning bells in her.”

Buck very carefully remains silent. 

“Well, actually. I don’t know if it did because...she was pretty devastated when I told her it wasn’t going to work. Like she didn’t see it coming after all.”

“What did you tell her? At the official breakup, I mean.” Buck doesn’t move, doesn’t speak above a low tone that barely breaches the two-foot divide between them. 

“Not the truth, that’s for damn sure. But. Something maybe close to it.” Eddie still hasn’t looked at him. His hand is half-over his eyes, fingers pressing at his temples like he’s trying to stave off a migraine. Buck’s presence is sometimes migraine inducing, he knows, but he doesn’t think he’s ever done it to Eddie.

...Maybe?

Nah. 

Hopefully not.

“What’s...something like the truth?” he asks.

“Basically that I thought I could grow to love her eventually. I tried hard to do that, but...it’s never going to happen. I know it’s not.”

Buck remains silent, waiting.

“She...she’s not stupid. She figured out that what was sending me into...whatever was happening to me--”

Buck very pointedly does not point out that what was happening were full blown panic attacks, Eddie--

“--was triggered by the thought of a future with her. It’s not even that she’s a bad prospect. She’s perfect, actually. In every way except that she’s not... Nevermind.”

“So, she was good with Christopher, right? I mean, you said she was--” Buck’s concern is hard to hide. If she did anything to hurt Christopher or make him feel...any type of way, Buck will be livid. But he doesn't think that’s the case. He even likes Ana. She’s nice, friendly, caring. She’s just...

“She’s just not for me.”

Buck can clearly see this is distressing Eddie to the nth degree, but he doesn’t know how to fix it. He’s never had to save a relationship before. And is that what he should be doing? Sure, he’s great at this best friend thing and he wants his friend to be happy--more than anything in the world--but he’s at a loss as to what the actual problem is here.

“But Eddie, you said yourself she’d make a great mother for Chr--”

“He doesn’t need another mother! He had one, and she’s gone. He doesn’t need another.” The raised voice makes Buck pause for a moment. It’s the loudest either of them have spoken the entire time, and he’s sure it has a lot to do with the Shannon of it all, but...it doesn’t seem like that’s the whole thing. 

“I don’t know why I tried to force it. I knew it wasn’t going to work from day one. But she’s just...she was the best alternative.”

“Alternative to what? Eddie, what--”

“I’m in love with someone else! Okay? And I know I should have told her that, but I couldn’t. I can’t even...” he cuts himself off with a huff, but for the first time, he looks up to meet Buck’s gaze. His eyes are shining, but he’s not sad. He’s frustrated. Buck’s learned to tell the difference over the years. 

Best friend and all.

He weighs his options, because this is brand new information to him, which is saying something, and he’s not quite sure where to go from here.

Sure, he absolutely knows where he wants this to go, but. He’s also learned over the years that that’s just...not in the cards. Not for Buck, anyway.

Finally, he opens his mouth again. “I...didn’t know you were seeing anyone else besides Ana. Thought you two were, like, a serious thing.” Understatement of the year. How on earth was Eddie seeing someone that Buck didn’t know about? They practically lived out of each other’s pockets half the time. 

Eddie huffs out a small, horrible laugh. “I’m not. Seeing anyone. In that sense, anyway. Though we do see a lot of each other. A disgusting amount, if I’m being honest.” The laugh he lets out here is not horrible. It’s almost...fond. 

“O...kay.” Somewhere inside, Buck’s heart falters. “So, what’s the problem? Do they...not feel the same way?”

Another huff of a laugh. “Dunno. I never asked.” Eddie’s back to rubbing his temples again, almost hiding his face on purpose. 

“Alright, well, that should probably be step one.” Buck can’t keep the hint of scolding out of his tone, but he can see that it makes Eddie smile. “I can help you, if you want?”

This makes Eddie smile even wider, but it turns sad in an instant. “I know you would. But you can’t.”

Buck takes a moment--or several--to consider himself. To weigh all his options and arrive at a logical and sensible conclusion.

Who is he kidding? Buck opens his mouth on impulse, praying to every deity he’s ever heard of that he’s not wrong and he’s not about to ruin everything.

“I can try.” Another small laugh from Eddie in response, a hopeless, resigned one. “Eddie.” When he gets no reaction, he tries again. He really needs eye contact for this, no matter how much he knows Eddie hates it during emotional conversations. “Eddie.”

Slowly, Eddie’s eyes meet his. Buck goes for broke. 

“Step one. Ask.”

Eddie stares at him for a moment, no discernible change in his features. Buck’s eyes plead with him. And then, it’s like Buck can watch the switch flip behind his eyes. When he catches up to what’s being said here. 

Buck holds his breath for what feels like ages and feels his skin grow cold with shame because he was wrong, he was wrong, he was so so wrong--

“Are--” Eddie begins, strained. Buck’s heart stops. “Are we--” Buck’s sure his heart can’t actually stop twice, but it definitely does at this addition. 

His eyes are glued to Eddie’s, though. Like magnets. Pulling in the only direction they can ever go. The way the universe wills them. 

Eddie seems to come back to himself for a moment, flicking his eyes to the glass. Buck’s eyes tear themselves away to look at what’s caught his attention. The entire B shift and some of the A are still milling around outside. 

“Are we really going to do this here?” is the question Eddie actually poses to him. But, when Buck’s eyes snap back to their target, he sees something that kickstarts his heart again, and he lets out the breath he’d been deliberately holding for the last 45 seconds, give or take. Eddie’s tiny, timid smile seals the deal. 

“We could go to my place?” Buck offers. Tries desperately not to think about what could happen. What he wants to happen. 

“I need to get home to Christopher.” Eddie’s standing, grabbing his duffel. Buck’s nodding, because yeah, that’s true. He scrubs his mind of the...thoughts that were just playing through it.

“And so do you,” is what’s tacked onto the end, just thrown out there, like it’s the most normal, logical thing in the world. Eddie’s face is still a little timid when Buck looks up, but his own face must give away his heart because Eddie’s smile after that is radiant. He hands Buck his own bag, also giving him a hand up off the bench.

Yeah, his legs are a little wobbly. Good best friend actions, Eddie. Thanks. 

Though. Buck doesn’t know if that term still applies. Are they friends? Are they more now? But they haven’t talked about anything so, like, they’re not anything yet, right? But Eddie said he was in love with--

His thoughts halt when Eddie lands a small kiss to his lips, there and gone again in a nanosecond and wow, that had no right to be as earth-shattering as it was, it was just a peck, for Christ’s sake, and--

“Buck. Get your shit and lets go, yeah?”

“Yeah. Yeah, yeah. Yeah.” Smooth. 

But Eddie’s smiling. For real this time. Buck will take that.

lbr, the show wouldn’t acknowledge Taylor during this conversation. It’d be wrapped up the next episode and she would storm out and never be heard from again. Definitely NOT how I’d want that to go, but. We all know it would. *honks clown nose*