ill make anything into yaoi
kinda sorta redraw?
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ill make anything into yaoi
kinda sorta redraw?
Dude, WHERE is my CAR?
Will you make any more DWMC shitposts? I love your American Pie ones a lot but I'm also a big DWMC fan ^^
dwmc in 2024... HELL YEAH!!! i need to rewatch it so bad omg but in the meantime. here's some from the vault. hopefully this isn't too niche
jesse and Chester the kind of guys to take a bite out of the blunt
also a collection of other photos that i can assign to them. they are strange little creatures i love them
Dance with Me, Chaton
Read it on A03, WattPad, FF.net
Written for @ladynoirjuly2019
1. Miraculouses
Adrien pressed his lips into a thin line, his body feeling heavy. Why did he ever think this was a good idea? He pushed the sinking sensation in his chest aside and pressed on. “So, as you can see, it will benefit the company if I explore other career options instead of taking on a CEO role here straight out of school. Having experienced something other than Gabriel for a few years will only make me more capable of helping you here.”
“Out of the question,” Gabriel cut. “You need to know Gabriel inside out to take over, and that’s not attainable by exploring ‘other options’, as you say.”
Adrien pressed on, despite the dread of hopelessness settling in his stomach. “I’ve worked here my whole life and already know the company well. Exploring might give me new ideas and show new approaches to keep us at the top.”
“You’ve been largely out of the work for the university for years, Adrien. A lot has changed and Gabriel’s at the top. We don’t need new ideas and approaches.”
“I beg to differ.” He really was risking his life here. Adrien still persevered. He’s gone this far. He might go all the way. “For now. But you’ve been struggling to maintain that for a few years now, haven’t you? We need new ideas—”
“I am implementing new ideas,” Gabriel snapped. “This summer’s collection—”
“Father, please,” Adrien interrupted. Yup. He’d definitely gone crazy, but someone had to say something. Maybe he’d be even lucky enough to get kicked out of the company for offending his father? “Mme Bourgeois was mocking you when she challenged you to implement sequins, bright feathers, ribbons and bows into your men’s formal wear. Neon coloured sneakers with black formal suits? Ripped formal pants? Do you really not understand what’s going on here?”
Adrien could practically see his father’s eyes filled with anger as he replied. “Ripped pants have been trending for a few years already. It's time formal wear got on it.”
“You’re kidding me, right?”
“No. I absolutely do not.”
average Jesse and Chester exchange
Dance with Me, Chaton - 18
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Written for @ladynoirjuly2019
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18. Ticking clock.
Marinette looked great in his favourite t-shirt. It didn’t seem like much. Just a plain black t-shirt, but it was super soft and gloriously oversized. His father hated it; Adrien still kept it for indulging in wearing it at home when he had rare days off. Marinette rocked it as a mini dress. Paired with his blue scarf to hide his handiwork on her neck, she looked like any other girl wearing her boyfriend’s clothes for a day out. For his sins against her, Adrien could live with that.
“Have you seen my cell phone?” Marinette asked, exiting from his laundry. “I found my clothes and my purse, but no cellphone. Can you call me?”
“I would, but I can’t find mine either. We might have lost them.”
She made a face.
“Do you need it urgently?”
“Not really. It's a weekend, so I can go a few hours without, but I’ll need it by this evening.”
“Then may I propose we deal with the hickeys first and then look for our cellphones. I’m meeting Alya and Nino for lunch later today. If you want to stick around, we can ask them. Alya was the soberest one of us all. She might have seen them. Would spare us some trouble if she did.”
“Sounds good,” Marinette said. “Might as well introduce myself to the person who was nice enough to help me out yesterday.”
“You’ll like them,” Adrien smiled. “Shall we go?”
Marinette nodded, picking up her purse.
Adrien motioned for her to go out first. “Nice outfit, by the way.”
She rolled her eyes. “I know this is your favourite t-shirt. You’ve told me that at least a dozen times already. But I’m still not sorry for choosing it. It’s the only one big enough for me to serve as a dress. I’ll give it back to you next week, you big whiny baby.”
Adrien chuckled. “No, really. I mean it. It looks great on you. Wouldn't even say it's not a dress. And the scarf adds a nice touch. Still can't believe it was the design that got you into Gabriel. I love that scarf; wore it for years. It's soft and light but still very warm. Nice work."
“Thanks,” she said, her cheeks adorably rosy. “I’m just glad it hides your masterpiece on my neck for now, but your makeup thingy better work. It’s too hot to wear a scarf or a turtleneck to dinner with my parents without them suspecting anything.”
“I promise it will. They won’t suspect a thing.” Adrien opened the door to the outside for her. “Would you like to walk there? The store isn’t that far away, and fresh air might help us clear our heads.”
“Sure. Lead the way.”
Starting to the nearest Sephora, Adrien cautiously voiced a question he hesitated to ask until now. “Do you remember anything from the last night?”
Dance with Me, Chaton - 3
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3. Patrol.
Adrien swore under his breath, having successfully escaped an overly excited Lila Rossi. Shivering, he walked down the corridor, hands in his pockets.
It’s been like this all day today. He’d lurked various departments under the pretence of getting to know the company before stepping in as a business manager. People greeted him politely and, more often than not, left him to his own devices. Then, there was Mlle Rossi who glued herself to his arm as soon as he’d walk in, for whom “No” meant absolutely nothing and the concept of personal space didn’t exist. She even followed him into the departments she didn’t work until he’d had enough. If Ladybug were to see him at that moment, of course, she’d think him to be an antisocial, thinking-that-he’s-better-than-anyone-else prick. He simply had to go to extreme measures to escape her since none of his countless attempts to do so politely had worked. And if it looked like he was scrambling away in panic… well, that was exactly what he was doing. However, that was called survival, not antisocialist.
“Hey, watch where you—”
Adrien bumped into someone straight on, bringing both of them down on the floor.
“I’m so sorry.” He rushed to help the person up but froze midway. The woman’s eyes were the most beautiful shade of blue he’d ever seen. Her lips parted; she watched him expectantly for a few moments, but once he failed to provide her help, she looked away with a disappointed look on her lovely face.
Adrien swallowed. She was gorgeous. And she was clearly disappointed with an idiot who was still not helping her to get up. “I’m so, so sorry,” he repeated, offering her a hand. She gave him a forced tiny smile and ignoring his hand, started to gather her papers. Adrien picked some up for her and offered his hand one more time when no more papers were left scattered on the floor. “Allow me to assist you.”