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[musxinquisitor]

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“I remember you,” Basil said as he bent a bit at the waist, in attempt to be more level with the duckling. “You were the little one with the camera. What on earth were you doing there? You could have been caught up with some rather unsavory things.”

[heisalonetonight]

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Ami tried not to laugh at his attempt at speaking Japanese. Her mother had gotten tickets to some fashion event thanks to one of her patients who wanted to repay her for something, so she had taken Ami. Ami hadn’t really wanted to go, but Usagi insisted that if she didn’t, it was some sort of crime. (Not that Ami really cared - but if she didn’t, she would never hear the end of it, either.) So Ami had gone and was pleasantly surprised to meet the French fashion designer and his son. According to Ami’s mother her father sometimes did commissions for them, which was interesting to hear.

When Adrien tried to speak though….his Japanese needed work.

“That’s fine, but I’d definitely say you need more work.” Ami said to him honestly as she offered him a warm smile “I’m Ami Mizuno, it’s nice to meet you Adrien.”

Ami already knew she as never going to hear the end of it from Usagi when she found out that Ami had met a model, she wondered if it was even worth telling her but that could be decided Monday at school.

“I have to say some of my friends are really big fans of yours.”

“Oh, really?” it seemed to bemuse him, which she could interpret how she liked; it never failed to surprise Adrien to hear that there was anyone out in the world who counted themselves among his ‘fans’, especially when those people came from hundreds and hundreds of kilometres outside of his little hometown of Paris. “You’ll have to thank them for me! It’s mostly the photographer, really. I don’t do much.” Besides sitting and smiling. And occasionally arguing about backdrops, which wasn’t even his job.  The Mizuno family was one Adrien recognised by name, albeit vaguely; apparently his father had connections with them here in Japan. It meant any interaction he had with her would be closely scrutinised; he could FEEL his father’s eyes boring into his back, even now.  Fortunately for his mental health and sanity, Adrien genuinely did not care. He just wanted to make a friend, what could seriously go wrong? She probably didn’t even know he WAS an Agreste. It wasn’t hard to pick him as a model, when he was decked out in brandname clothing.  “Are you enjoying the party? I .... think it’s meant to be a party.” It was very formal for a prty, but Adrien didn’t know what sort of celebrations his father liked to hold. They were usually held without him. “I usually duck out before the hijinks really get going.” He got bored; evidently, Adrien was suggesting they hit the streets and explore a bit, now, with a vague gesture over his shoulder to back himself up. He had no interest in being here. “Want to join me?” 

[halfghostrp]

It’s a Mystery

As soon as they had passed the first sign coming into town, Jack had been practically begging Maddie to go check out this Mystery Shack place. Thankfully, Maddie had insisted on getting to the trailer park and parking the RV first. Jack made short work of finding them a spot and plugging in all the cables and in no time at all he was leading the family in the direction the signs were pointing. Jazz had elected to stay in the RV to study, but Danny hadn’t been so lucky. Before he could even think of a good excuse, his dad was already dragging him out the door with Maddie close behind.

The shack itself was... well, a shack. Run down. Old. Smelling of dust and glue. While his parents eagerly signed up for the tour, Jack considerably more eager than Maddie, Danny managed to sneak away and lurk around the gift shop. He absently picked up a jar with green liquid and some floating objects inside. The seem on the rubber eye-ball wasn’t hard to miss. “Jeez, they actually think people are gonna buy this junk?” he mumbled. He looked on the underside of the jar and his brows shot up upon seeing the price. “Talk about scam artists. Bet they make these in the back themselves.”

[ninjaxsharpshooter]

“Hold on, I’m coming” (Veronica - Grxpplinggxns)

My muse has been kidnapped.Send “Hold on, I’m coming” to save my muse.

“Ah... Sis...” 

He’d thought it had been his imagination, wishful thinking and hoping and praying turning into some kind of auditory hallucination, and he hadn’t quite been able to bring himself to believe it when he heard the sound of his sister’s voice echoing through the door of his cold, dark cell. 

But then she was kneeling before him, the now-opened cell door swinging slowly on its hinges and letting in enough light to let him see Veronica’s face. His sister. She was here. She was really, truly here. She’d come for him. She’d found him.

Everything crashed over and through and into him all at once, overwhelming relief flooding through his very being and washing away the false bravado he’d put up in front of his captors, leaving tears streaming down his cheeks and the sound of soft sobs and hiccups echoing through the cell. 

“I-I’m so s-sorry, I w-was so stupid and-- and I sh-should’ve--” Once he was released from his shackles, he slumped into her chest, trembling hands clutching desperately at his sister as he cried.

[grcwingstrcng]

❛ What’s wrong? ❜ (Grxpplinggxns - ami to rei please <3 )

@grxpplinggxns from ami to rei

“It’s nothing, really.” Nothing either of them can do much about, at least. Grandpa is old, and she hates to think of what her life will be without him.

[pridewaited]

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[notgettingawaythistime]

@grxpplinggxns from here. 

“I didn’t.” He should’ve, but the door was open and he was curious about where the singing was coming from. 

“You have a fine voice, Princess.” 

[the-alchemical-key]

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“Heads up!” The sound of moving parts and shifting wood was almost a familiar sound coming from, well.. Wherever Varian happened to be at any given moment. But.. This time those sounds were accompanied by.. Flying snow. Coming straight for Varian’s current visitor of the day. Which, happened to be Rapunzel herself.