(Felt like I should make one because everyone else is!) ☆
👻 Call me: Ghost, or Ari!
😴 I'm always sleepy -> also an INFP (I know about cognitive functions too <3)
💗💛💙 - Pansexual -> She/her
☆ Writer and artist - I love writing fanfiction, short stories, novellas, poetry, etc. Most of my art is done as traditional pencil sketches! I have a shit ton of writing WIPs that I'm currently working on
♡ My favorite shows of all time and currently are The Owl House, Little Witch Academia, and Miraculous. If you mention them I will scream in joy, probably. Lumity, Diakko, and Ladynoir have gotta be my favorite ships ever (most of my fanfic writing centers around those shows in general). I'm in other fandoms too though (like Stranger Things, DDLC, Monster High, etc).
☆ I'm shy so don't mind that (please talk to me about writing, I love writing)
☆ Autistic
☆ Look at my AO3! - ghostgirl_4 -> I post my fanfics there but maybe soon I'll post my original works there too, but for now they're all on Wattpad since they're old and cringy
💌 That's all I can think of for now! Thanks for reading
I finally posted the first two chapters of my Owl House Aladdin AU! Here's the summary if anyone's interested:
Criminal she is, true, for capturing her heart.
There's an envied diamond out there, and she's Princess Amity Blight of Agrabah. Yet, she's kept hidden and locked away in the grand palace, admired only through rumors. Then there's a hard rock tumbling in the streets, a diamond underneath the rough exterior—but all anyone would see of Luz Noceda is a pesky thief.
Their paths cross, and upon meeting hearts are mutually captured—all while the fate of an empire hangs in the balance. If Luz becomes Prince Luzan, can she win against centuries of tradition, with the help of a genie's wondrous powers? She couldn't ever imagine being in the position of a forbidden love with an esteemed future Sultana, but she's caught in it now, and she never wants to turn back.
A queer retelling of Disney's Aladdin, featuring an AU of characters from the Owl House, as well as my own twisted spin on the whole thing! <3
They're tired out of their minds, but finally allowing themselves a bit of sleep <3
This drawing is a scene in my small fic!
Weak Paws - AO3
A fluff fic I wrote where they find an injured kitten and take it to the vet together. They totally don't fall asleep on each other in the waiting room!
Summary: Luka's been struggling to sleep ever since he found out Marinette's secret. It changed everything, and guiltily it only made him love her more. Groggy and in the dark, he's creating his own secret he needs to keep.
Word count: 1.3K
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I've always admired Ladybug for being able to save Paris, and I never thought deeper… but now I know more about her. About her secrets. Marinette's secret.
The fan hummed, hitting the right side of his face with a cool blow of air, until it osciliated back to its journey along his body. His back sunk against the mattress, as it had been for two hours now, thinking about her while drumming his fingers on this thigh. He was clad in blue shorts with little silhouettes of guitars all over, and a solid black tank top.
Drowsing eyelids weighed heavy, fading him in and out of his room, but he just couldn't fall under the moon's trance. His skin was still hot to the touch, and the buzz in his head didn't sway him to still, but continue on being restless.
It had been like that lately, ever since Luka found out. In the strangest, yet sweetest way ever. The knitting fairy…
He had been struggling to fall asleep since. He usually never had trouble with it, but Marinette was a force to be reckoned with, and it swept up his heart and head entirely.
The vision that made his heart pound was just Marinette winged, pouring sugar on his tangled heart, a beautiful fairy aloft. Being transformed into the knitting fairy—her childhood dream was to go around, and knit anything anyone could dream of and wish for, while looking like a dream herself.
Her delicate, translucent wings fluttered around as her pink knitted dress flourished, matching the sweet blush dusted across her gleeful cheeks.
The thought made his smile press into his cheeks, and stifle a chuckle. It could be the strangest way to find out Ladybug's identity, but it was also truly adorable. The past few days had been an honest mind-fuck, but every time he ruffled through memories in his head, every beat was timed right again.
Every time she disappeared, her crazy excuses, her distance. Well, her distance would have been likely due to her heart already being occupied by Adrien, but there was finally a clear explanation for everything.
He was still broken by the recent end of their short relationship, but he felt like after the shock had settled that she was Ladybug, it went from a discordant melody to one completely in tune, an interesting melody indeed, but still not exactly his taste. It felt wrong of him to impose on that, because that was the true melody her heart sang.
His heart sang the tune that the both of them should've shared, but his heart and brain were at war, fighting both for the good of his love, and the good of her love.
Foolishly, this is all he could think about, almost all he could feel. He couldn't practice tunes or walk around for fear of waking someone up—so he was stuck in this sluggish state in his bed.
His eyelids drifted shut, and the radiant image of Ladybug formed in his mind's eye.
Her black-dotted red, skintight suit shining under the sweltering sun's rays. Wonderful face slicked with sweat—a face seeming obscured by the mask and the magic masking her identity. They almost seemed like two different people entirely, but her bold courage and her will to fight for justice was undoubtedly Marinette's essence. Just bolder, while Marinette was softer.
Unwittingly, his gaze traveled down the length of Ladybug's fit body. Warmth blossomed in his chest, guiltily admiring her curves that were often moreso covered by Marinette's civilian attire.
Fuck.
What the hell was he thinking about? He swallowed, but he was already in too deep. He should just sleep it off, forget about it. Shouldn't blatantly ogle imaginary Marinette that way.
But his desires continued to pulse, claw at his chest, and beg him to give in to all he craves.
He felt so wrong about it. He shouldn't, he couldn't—but his hand was already snaking down his abdomen. Slipping under his waistband.
In this space where he was alone in the quiet buzz of his head, with the lights off, Marinette's melody matched his. In fact, she was right here. And they would both give into their throbbing desires tonight.
Her weight blanketed over him on the bed, both of them pressing gentle, breathy kisses into one another's lips. His hands would find her hair and tug on her red ribbons to come loose, and let her hair fall like dark blue streams caressing her shoulders.
Sighing, he would kiss along her jaw briefly, before brushing aside some strands of hair and finding her neck. Her increase in breathing was enough to get him going too, but he wanted to savor her.
She sat up as she straddled his hips, lifting her shirt above her head, and discarding it haphazardly onto his floor. Frantically, more clothes were torn from their bodies, and disrespectfully discarded onto his bedroom floor like they confined them from songwriting.
They were a panting mess when they were finally freed, leaving him in nothing, and her only in her socks. Socks that were black, sheer, and lacy at the edges, traveling up to her mid-thighs. Or fuzzy crew socks that had cute hamsters all over them. Whatever she wanted. For the sake of passion, and simplicity, he imagined the former.
His hands tentatively felt up the flesh of her breasts, his thumbs rubbing over her soft nipples, which grew hard in his touch. The softest moan left her lips, and he knew he found a sensitive spot. She was experimentally rocking herself against his hips.
Do you know how good you feel against me, mon amour?
As he ran his hands along her curves—her thighs, back, butt, every inch of her smooth skin—he was tempted to grab her hips and induce a gasp from her, diving all into what his pleasure was. But it was only a passing thought, because he wanted more than anything to bring her bliss—to make her see stars. Or if that was wishful thinking, to even just provide her some enjoyment before he indulged in his own.
"You're so beautiful, Marinette."
His fingers teased along her inner thighs, eliciting a shiver and shuddering breaths from her.
Alone in his room again, panting, his chest heaved as the euphoric pressure built up a fire in his core. Shit, he had to slow down. Or, speed things up. If she had actually been there, it would've been so much easier to focus on getting her off instead of resisting himself.
His four fingers rested on her warm inner thigh while his thumb hooked into her, searching for a special place between her legs.
"Ffffffff…"
Her eyes fell shut as his thumb rubbed rhymically in her slick, practiced from strumming guitar strings. Her whimpers and soft moans were creating their own melody, one of the most dazzling ones he'd ever heard. He was so desperate to bring her to her crescendo, to make her come undone all for him.
"Ah, m-mon cher…"
It was all broken when he burst, a sharp breath leaving him. His pace slowly began to come to a halt, as he was left with the mess of his baneful cravings. And Marinette slipped away from his mind, probably with a frown on her face too.
His body felt like lead as he forced himself out of bed to clean up, dragging his zombie-self along.
He didn't exactly know why tears sprang to his eyes, but he did know how much it sucked. Hot tears streamed down his cheeks as he knew how much he wholeheartedly missed her. Everything was so wrong with what he had just done, regardless of how much he missed her. This universe wasn't playing a symphony for the two of them. Not now, not ever.
Laying back in bed, his pillow soaked in his everflowing tears, as he slowly began to fall under.
♡ Thank you for reading, check it out on my AO3 if you'd like to show it some more love
At first, he assumed the call of her voice was a hallucination, like the other millions of times he heard her. He still searched for her voice every single time, but never found her.
His heart thrashed in his chest, fueled with vigor from the moment finally arriving. Dreaming of this moment where she'd return, and either fix everything with him and a wish—or finally put him out of his misery.
(A Cat Blanc fic where instead of Ladybug fixing everything right away, she is convinced to stay and hear his story.)
(A lot of hurt, and a lot of comfort. Explores sexual assault and Adrien's trauma, as well as Cat Noir's strengthening bond with Ladybug in the following days.)
"Come closer, Adrien," she whispered. When he didn't move, she drew closer herself. "Don't be shy, just enjoy it. I know you never get to have fun like this."
When he comes over to Lila's place to hang out, things escalate in a way he can't even comprehend. After the event, he feels different—heavier, and broken. He doesn't know who to speak to, but when Ladybug asks Cat Noir about the changes in his behavior, he attempts to express the pain in his heart, which she treats with so much care.
"Stay, Cat. You've been acting off lately. Did I do something?" She asked sincerely, concern flashing across her face.
He looked away, speaking slowly. "No, you didn't do anything. I just…"
She gently took a hold of his hand, meeting his eyes. "Let's talk more about it at our spot."
me when i gaslight myself into thinking i've finally pulled myself out of a writing slump just bc i had the energy to think about my project for the first time in three months:
