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[clairelutra]

3 things u associate with me Amazing writing ✍️ Miraculous Ladybug 🐞 And Ana from Persona 🎮

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tell me three things you associate with me!

[maydei]

What was the easiest scene to write in Making Headlines?

Most of the scenes involving Will and Margot I find really easy to write. Will is more relaxed with her, he’s not on guard as much, and I don’t have to think as much about their banter. It feels very natural to me to write. I love the Will and Hannibal scenes, but there’s a lot that goes into layering every interaction to make sure everything not only gets pushed forward the way it should, but nothing gets given away when it shouldn’t, their characterization is consistent, etc. 

[miraculousturtle]

“Just stay with me.” Marichat

set in my anti-hero chat/quasi-reverse love sqaure au

There’s something about Marinette, Chat learns. Something that makes him want to put all his Adrien hopes and dreams in one person. Give her his heart to hold because with her, their is a promise of reprieve. 

A lightness of duty that doesn’t weigh him down, no obligations despite that his heart is already obligated to someone else.

(red spots and a smirk that pack a stronger punch than anyone really should)

They met–really met in the rain with lightning striking and mist from that day still coats his skin with a soothing balm of maybe. 

It’s the way she looks at him, the way her eyes light up when he’s in and out of the mask, like maybe a part of her recognizes him for who is at his very core. A blurred image of his entirety that Chat hasn’t had the time to be completely honest about. 

Paris sings with life on a rare sunny day though, with the picture painted perfect as Marinette twirls in a pink dress. They are tucked away in hidden garden with bright curling flowers that climb splintery terraces. Cheery yellows and passionate reds color the little world they’ve found. 

“Stay with me, Chat,” Marinette laughs. “Let’s just stay here and never leave.” 

“If I have to keep seeing you spin like that though, I might feel a little light-headed and daisy, Princess.” 

Marinette rolls her eyes as she stops with a bit of a wibble wobble. “Take me as I am or leaf me.” 

Chat chuckles and slides up to her, booping her nose. “I could never leaf you.” 

Marinette’s nose wrinkles under his glove. “I’m sorry I punned back. Once and floral, I plan to stop.” 

“You know I like it when you pun,” Chat says, leaning closer, his eyes drifting to her mouth

Marinette giggles and steps back, her eyes all fire and flame with all these flowers. “And I like it better when you’re less smooth!” 

(It’s a dance he knows, this give and take, almost like he’s seeing her more blurred than before, but a part of him wonders what Marinette would look like in red.) 

“I’m hurt!” he gasps. “You wound me! I am the smoothest cat in all of Paris.” 

“Mmmm. Maybe more like the silliest cat in all of Paris, but,” she trails, her smile soft at the edges. “I like that about you. When you’re like this.” 

She steps under a tree, sunlight peppering her skin like little stars for him to see.  She leans back, blue eyes peering at him shyly. She’s never looked more beautiful. 

Adrien’s heart beats quick under black leather, his skin sizzling with promise of good things if he takes the chance. His feet don’t move. 

A moment passes between them and Marinette shifts, pushing herself off the tree with a smile tinged with something he can’t name. 

“Just promise this, Chat Noir,” she states as she moves towards him, towards the gate. “Next time you need a place of freedom, come here and think of me.” 

“Of you?” he wonders as her brown shoes almost touch his boots. 

She grins and hums, perks herself on her tiptoes, small hands steadying themselves on his person. “Yes,” she says, “Of me.” 

She presses a kind kiss to his cheek that seeps into his very skin. 

In the distance, an explosion happens and Chat Noir realizes that he didn’t even notice the screaming until now. 

Marientte laughs again and wipes her lip gloss off his face. 

“Go save the day, superhero.” 

He blinks, his heart caught on his tongue because there is nothing more than he wants to find out exactly what she means, but life continues on in the most disastrous way all around him. 

He takes a deep breath and pulls bravado out of somewhere. “I prefer the term anti-hero actually.” 

Marinette shakes her head and pushes him towards the street. “Superhero, anti-hero, I don’t care. Just go be a hero that all of Paris needs.” 

“And what about you?” he asks as his back hits the metal gate. “Am I your hero?” 

With sunshine outlining her with all the flowers of the garden and the fire in her soul, Marinette beams at him and the whole world melts away just for a moment. “There’s no one else I’d rather it be.” 

Chat Noir can’t stop the grin that splits his face in two, can’t stop the way his hand cups her cheek and he leans forward, his mouth pecking the corner of hers. His cheek presses against hers as he whispers. 

“Stay safe, Marinette.” 

I think I’m falling you, he doesn’t say. 

“You–ugh!” Red face and scowling in a most glorious way, Marinette opens the gate. “Go, go, go! You’re wasting time! Get out of here, you silly cat. Be safe!” 

Chat Noir can’t stop the laughter that pours out of him as he gives her a little salute before racing off to whatever akuma is creating havoc today, a piece of his heart cradled lovingly in Marinette’s palms.

(though how much of his heart she actually holds neither of them know quite yet) 

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[thefreckledone]

If your still taking asks! 9.  “you died and left me a menagerie of animals that are supposed to be extinct?  and some that aren’t supposed to be real???” Sakura in the Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them world.

Sakura pants, fighting thegrowing urge to brush her sweaty hair out of her face. The hair tie broke overan hour ago and she has yet to find a safe enough position to retie it.

If Sakura were the superstitious sort, she may consider it an illomen. After all, the hair tie was a gift given by the arachne, bestowed uponthe return of their Prophetess. It was woven from the strongest of their silksand imbued with protective qualities. For it to break here and now…

Unfortunately, Sakura is not superstitious in the least.

In her line of work, she cannot afford to be.

So, instead, Sakura blows the hair out of her face. Attempts to atleast.

“Need a hand with that?” asibilant voice asks.

Sakura shifts, glancing out of the corner of her eye at herpassenger. “Can you? I do not want you to fall or injure yourself further.”

“This is a trifle,incapacitated as I am,” she replies. “If I have our permission?”

“Of course,” Sakura says,holding still.

Clawed, spindly fingertips brush back Sakura’s damp hair.Sakura tightens her grip on the cliff face, ignoring the tickling sensation ofdowny feathers against her neck. She remains still as her hair is pulled andtugged into a makeshift braid. The dampness of her hair keeps it in place.

“Thank you,” Sakura says as thecreature, Aello, adjusts and tucks her claws back into the folds of Sakura’sshirt.

“Of course,” Aello says,leaning closer and inhaling. “You smell of brine.” Her voice is melancholy andfull of want.

“It’s sweat,” Sakura explainsas she begins to climb once more. “Most mammalian humanoids do so when theyexert themselves; it cools us down.”

Aello hums, a simple but musical thing and presses her head closerto Sakura’s neck. It heats Sakura’s body even more, but she doesn’tcomplain.

“Have you ever nested at theocean?” Sakura asks to occupy her mind with something beyond the climb. “TheGreat Migration occurred centuries ago, were you present?”

Aello shakes her head against Sakura’s neck. “It was before mytime. Between human exploration and an overpopulation of sirens, we were oustedto higher grounds. We’ve visited the ocean before.” Sakura feels the way Aellotenses. “I do not think I was supposed to tell you that.”

Sakura laughs, muscles coiling as she sees the next sturdy handhold, six feet up. “Hold tight.” She flings herself upward, stomach swooping withexhilaration as she catches hold firmly. “I care not for any breaches you’vemade in your treaty. I am no enforcer. My only covenant with your people is tosee you home.”

Aello relaxes, sighing in relief. “Maybe don’t mention the oceanto my mother? It’s a secret.”

“Of course,” Sakura replies,struck suddenly by Aello’s youth. Her life may have decades on Sakura, but sheis still a child. Rage beats in her chest against the poachers but the onesresponsible are long gone. And Sakura has already dealt with the buyer and hisilk. “It will be our secret.”

“Thank you,” Aello says. “I’msorry I’ve been so much trouble. If my wing—”

“It is no trouble,” Sakurainterrupts. I am glad to help, Aello.”

Aello snuggles in closer, falling silent. Sakura doesn’t push anyfurther for conversation, hearing the pained hitch in Aello’s breath. With afractured wing, she must be in near intolerable pain, especially consideringher age. Aello has yet to complain, even when the hollow bones were undoubtedlyjarred as she fixed Sakura’s hair and even now as they climb.

Sakura turns her attention instead to her plans post-mission. Shehas no other covenants to fulfill, at least not currently. They have a way ofpiling up quickly. Maybe she’ll visit the Grand Canyon or Santorini.

Sweat drips down her arms, staining her shirt.

Santorini, definitely Santorini. She’s had enough of climbing forat least a few weeks.

They make good time as Sakura fantasizes about walking rockyshores and consuming her weight in seafood and, before she knows it, the end isin sight.

She crests the lip of the cliff, standing up on the plateau. Thisis the furthest she’ll be able to climb. Sakura gently lifts Aello down off hershoulders, unwrapping the rope binding them together.

“Sakura.”

Sakura whirls, keeping Aello at her back as she pulls the chainfrom her neck and speaks the word that elongates the charm into a staff. Greensparks emerge from the circular top of the staff. “What do youwant?” she demands, idly wondering if, perhaps, she should have been moresuperstitious.

“I am here for you,” Kakashireplies, adjusting his cuff links. He is frustratingly unruffled. “Your mothersent me.”

“My mother?” Sakura asks,tensing further. “Somehow I doubt that.”

“It’s true.”Sakura raises a hand to stop his speech as the beating of wings fills the air. “You’dbetter clear out, Kakashi. Harpies are notoriously protective of their young.”

Sakura smirks as Kakashi pales, relaxing only when he summons aportal to step through. She turns to Aello, kneeling before her. “Your moutheris here.”

Aello grins, throwing back her head and releasing a squall. It isa small, high pitched cry, reflecting her youth, that is greeted in turn by athunderous screech.

Sakura ducks her head in deference as the Queen of the NorthernHarpies lands. Her obsidian crown glints in the setting sun as do her sharpteeth as she smiles.

“I was told you were the best,”Queen Ocypete muses, striding over to Sakura. She towers above Sakura by a goodtwo feet or so. “I did not believe, I thought it impossible, but you’ve broughtmy Aello back to me.” She squats by her daughter, running her fingers overAello’s body. “I thank you for your actions today.”

“Of course,” Sakura says, eyesaverted.

Ocypete snaps and a few of her retinue steps forward, heftinglarge chests. “Your reward.”

Sakura stands and moves toward Ocypete, biting her thumb. Ocypeteturns, moving away from where she’s been cleaning her daughter’sfeathers. She bites her own scaly finger, extending it to Sakura.

“The covenant is complete,”they say as their hands touch.

There is a flash of brilliant light and Sakura finds that theitch, the one that has niggled at the back of her mind since this covenantbegan, disappears, finally scratched.

A hand tugs at her pants. Sakura turns, taking Aello’s hand.Aello beckons and Sakura kneels, grunting at the pain in her knees. She’sdefinitely overexerted herself today and she’ll pay for it tomorrow.

Aello puts her lips up by Sakura’s ear. “When I’m queen, I wantyou to join me.”

Sakura smiles, patting Aello’s uninjured wing. “Perhaps,”she defers. “I have many responsibilities.”

“I’ll come find you,” Aellopromises, stubbornness in the tilt of her chin. “You’ll see.”

Sakura smiles absently, watching as Aello is placed upon a litterand lifted into the skies. She watches as they disappear back to their kingdom,far above anyplace a human dare venture.

“Impressive.”

Sakura rolls her eyes. “Go away,Kakashi.”

“I cannot,” Kakashi says. “Yourmother ordered me here.”

“And like a good scarecrow youcame, always hovering,” Sakura says bitterly. “What does my mother want?”

“Nothing I expect,” Kakashisays blandly. “She’s dead.”

Sakura inhales sharply, tears stinging at her eyes. She and hermother were never close but to be told in such a blase manner…

“She left the menagerie to you,”Kakashi says, expression blank even in the face of Sakura’s tears. “All of it.”He stops, sketching a mocking bow. “Myself included.”

“Perfect,” she says, pinchingher brow against an oncoming headache. “What was she thinking? Me in charge of the menagerie?”

Kakashi shrugs.

Sakura sits down heavily, stunned by the news. What will she do?What can she do? She sits there until day becomes night, stirring as the moonhangs fat and heavy in the sky.

“What will you do?” Kakashiasks.

Sakura looks at him, the impeccable, remote, ageless butler of herchildhood, and grins. “I’m ending it,” she says.

“What?”

If she didn’t know better, Sakura would say Kakashi is surprised.

“They all go free,” she says, leaping to her feet,the itch beginning to burn once more. She bites her finger, feeling her bloodsing with this new covenant. “Starting with you.”

[thecloudstan]

81) “Sweet dreams.” For the 100 ways ask

The warm glow of an Altissian sky never seems to truly end, dissipating from sun to streetlight by night, ever alive and deeply in romance with itself. Ignis taps away at his laptop until late in the evening, relaxed upon the balcony of a more than sufficient villa provided by Altissian leadership. Governance is a nonstop demand on stamina and schedule alike, and in situations such as these Ignis is the one to pick up the slack left by the King’s inability to occupy more than one space at a time.As per the usual on a typical trip abroad, he’ll enjoy a nightcap and a few stolen minutes-turned-hours in front of the camera with Noctis, if he’s lucky enough to be pulled away from pressing Lucian courts. This night is one of those, delivering Noct mercifully conscious and a little less than half dressed, tucked into bed and mouth full of stories. Ignis has a mind to share a few of his own, too.“Miss you.”“I haven’t been gone all that long.”“Still.”“You miss my help,” Ignis accuses with the lightest heart, of course.“That, too.”It goes on like that until fatigue takes them over, blissfully uneventful. Normal never tastes more sweet than it does like this.“Sweet dreams,” Noctis says every time without fail, the glint in his eyes just a touch suggestive.Ignis closes the laptop with an audible click and a hum of delight. There isn’t a dream sweet enough.

[pozolegirl]

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“You - look as good as the day I met you.”

- Closer by The Chainsmokers

I learned to love this song because of this great amv with cute timing. I think the beginning is my favorite part. I think I like the beat/music side more than the words in this case. :)

[littleblackchat]

Happy Birthday! 🎉

[my-insanity-is-an-artform]

galaxy; what fascinates you?

Galaxy: What fascinates you? - Pretty Asks

A few things do.

Ancient history specifically classical. I loved learning about Romans, Ancient Greeks and Ancient Egyptians as a kid.

Ironically, space also interests me. I really like learning about stars and how the universe works. (Which is also the name of my favourite space documentary) 

Natural sciences. I love going to museums and watch BBC Earth documentaries.