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LIKE THIS for a one liner taken from the book beside me !

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tfw all ur drafts are long and ur lazy --
LIKE THIS for a one liner taken from the book beside me !
Okay, so I didn’t want to do this, but selling my belongings isn’t cutting it anymore. The cost of my rent and bills is getting harrowing despite being split between three people. It’s gotten to the point where I can’t pay all of my own bills and make sure we have food in the house to last us two weeks; as it is I’m now in the negatives because of our renter’s insurance again.
I can’t offer much as I don’t consider myself a talented artist, but what I can offer is icons and graphics commissions.
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A batch of 200 icons will only be $5. Anything over 250 icons will be $10.
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Promo banners will each be $10, and I will provide one with text (i.e. blog title and information) and without text should you want to use it as your header, as well.
If you want both a batch of icons (anything between 200 and 250) and a promo banner/blog header, it will be $15. If you want a promo banner/blog header and more than 250 icons it will be $20. If you can’t or simply don’t want to commission me, that is absolutely fine!! I would also appreciate a reblog.
Again, I didn’t want it to come to this, but I don’t have any other options at this point. Thank you for taking out the time to read my post!!
me? remaking my trans girl wally west out of spite ???
more likely than u think
lauteurdeladyblog:
nothing if not persistent indeed. but this is at least not new, and alya has gotten used to having to tune out the bad music. for now, she’s typing away on her blog, keeping herself distracted on her phone until lila plops herself into her lap, demanding her attention.
but this is a marked improvement, alya thinks, so she chuckles and puts her phone down, patting lila on the head. “my theme song, huh? you’re too kind.” it was one of those days, it seemed. a ‘build each other up even though they really wanted to win’ kind of day. “you could get it yourself, you know. stop counting yourself out, dumbbutt.”
“ my butt is not dumb, it’s magnificent. “ said with all the confidence that could be had, a half-hearted grin eating away at her face. “ of course i would do your theme song. i get special rights to have it trademarked, being your most loved relative. “ there’s a slight nod at that, which honestly looks kind of hilarious and results in three chins, as she’s laying horizontally.
there’s a beat, before a wistful sigh truly starts the conversation up. “ have you chosen a name yet ? “ they’re really not supposed to, not until they receive their miraculous. it was jinx-worthy, but so was talking about it in general. “ you could be the vixen, or volpe femina, or something. “
a cute way of saying that those were ideas she herself had toyed with, but hadn’t stuck.
boi – aka reposting my tags bc tungler.hell always eats them
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coccinellc:
Marinette smiles, already pleased with the progress that would make—the more the fox ate, the better it would feel, and ( hopefully ) the easier it would be to help with any injuries. Not to mention it would recognize Marinette as a friend, with any luck. “There you go, eat up. I’ll get something for you to drink soon, but we gotta get your strength up, huh?”
Giving meat to some wild animal will definitely result in a scolding from her parents if they ever find out, but Marinette had tried her best to take from the back of their reserves so they would not notice easily.
She blinks as the fox actually rolls the last bit of meat back in her direction, and with some concern, Marinette worries she’d accidentally grabbed a bad piece. But the fox had eaten the rest, hadn’t it…? Taking it slowly, she sniffs at it, trying to find any trace of mold or rot. It seems fine, and as she turns it over, she can’t see any growths or unusually colored patches.
“Mm…okay. I wish you’d eat all of it, but if you’re not hungry right now, we can save this for a little later.” There are few places she can store things without worry they’ll be discovered, but she’s got a secret crevice in the corners of her room for just that.
As she puts it away, her attention is on the fox. It’s not making any move to escape that she can see—probably due to its sheer exhaustion—and while it’s difficult to pinpoint any injuries with the way it’s curled around the blanket, there has to be something she can do about that.
Though, for now, it would probably be a good idea to get it to trust her first. Sitting back down slowly, she hums low in her throat before carefully offering an open hand for the fox to sniff.
did she just -- refuse the gift of meat ? how dare she ??? this mortal peasant, denying rations given to her by a kitsune as powerful as the fox is -- it’s a huge insult. nevermind the fact that the meat came from the girl. an insulted chuff leaves orange muzzle, eyes following where the girl was moving the meat to hide ... for her ... for later.
okay, that was sweet. stupid, but sweet. still, if volpe had known that the child would deny the food ... she might have finished it off herself. she was hungry, still.
a second later a pale hand is offered towards her, and her fur bristles a bit. eyes lift to the mortals, but there is nothing but good will there. she thinks the fox is just that -- an ordinary fox. she wouldn’t do anything to demean her, and if she aimed to harm or eat her, she wouldn’t have fed her at all.
so, just to humor the girl, the fox lifts herself slightly, dry nose butting into the open hand. the scent is -- pleasant. remainders of the meat, earthy tones from the woods, and something sweet and pure just lying underneath. she sniffs for a moment longer ( just to be sure that she has the scent locked if she gets lost and needs to find the girl, of course ) before a tongue darts out, lapping and nipping lightly at calloused fingers.
a canine smile covered her muzzle, eyes alight with slight play.
it’s a promise of safety, but also a threat-- do me no harm, and none shall be done to you.
( and, you know, there was still meat flavoring on the girls hand, but no one had to know that )
Here is a crack ship nobody asked for!
quick hc before i head on over to fink, or more of a psa –
my lila rossi is pansexual and a trans girl. i’m not gonna make it public what her dead name is ( i may vaguely mention it in a thread if it comes up but only if necessary ) or make it a huge plotline or anything it’s just. part of my portrayal of her
if u don’t like that u can go ahead and leave uwu
superbugiarda:
An ugly smirk pulled onto Volvina’s face. There was a reason Hawkmoth had deemed her a valuable target; the disgust and anger she felt towards the heroine opposing her was palpable–Volvina’s existence only drew upon the power of her existing hatred, never pulled it out of thin air. “Awww,” she teased, a sing-song in her voice that was more of a chilled lullaby. “Is it sinking in? I do believe it is.”
This only amused the villain though, whose lullaby pulled into a sneer. “You’ll find that ‘Lila’ is unavailable at the moment. Much like her sister, her identity as Volvina is much more important from now on–you understand. Don’t you, Volpina?”
Her eyes slid to Volpina’s hands, an air of superiority moving in around her. “You won’t do anything. This is a hard truth, isn’t it? And–well–you’ve never been exceptional at facing those,” she laughed. Volpina’s vulnerability hardly stopped Volvina from pulling out her own flute, though.
And it only took a few notes for the building below them to begin to crumble. “Come and get me if you’re not a coward!” Volvina easily jumped to the next building, her voice quickly becoming distant. “Of course: you can’t even really touch me, can you~?” And thus, the only sound Volvina left behind was her laughter as she skipped away from the scene.
“ that’s not -- “ not true, is what she wants to say. but saying that too would be a bit of a lie, she didn’t know what she would pick if it came down to her twin or paris. it was her job to save the day, but she coudl’ve skipped a patrol here, or left early, or -- there were a lot of could’ves and would’ves, but she never thought it would actually come down to her having to choose so openly. maybe it was a curse -- everyone on team miraculous has to fight a family member at least once.
“ you know i didn’t mean --” and then her words are tapering off, hurt clawing it’s way up her throat as lila makes a valid statement. what could volpina do, she was useless against a villain that wore her sisters face. she was useless against villains in general, on her own, and that thought had her teeth gritting.
the building collapsing underneath them is what finally shocks her a bit, body fumbling as she jumps up and onto a next solid surface, eyes following lila’s treck for another second. it didn’t feel -- real.
it was only another second after that that the screaming of civillians registers again, the rush of laughter and insults fading out as volpina took in the situation. then, her flute is pulled out and lifted to her lips, a few doubles easily created, all following after li--after VOLVINA.
this thing was NOT lila at the moment, and she would not let her cowardice of carina keep volpina from doing her job. it was like any other akuma, and that butterfly would be removed--even if she had to shred it with her own claws.
❝ good morning. no, don’t get up, it’s raining, let’s stay in bed a little longer… ❞
another old meme ;;
“ mattina, marinetta. “ her voice is thick with sleep, eyes blinking blearily up at the other. “ mmm, devo, ho un lavoro. “ it takes a while for her to remember french in the mornings, her brain slow to start. despite her whining, it’s easy to snuggle back into the other girl’s embrace, twisting a bit so they were face to face.
fact: lila rossi loved being the little spoon.other fact: she loved kissing her girlfriend more.
a small kiss is placed on marinettes lips, before lila’s cheek is smushing up next to hers, eyes closed contently. it was cold and rainy outside, and soft and warm in here – she could blame it on fox instincts if she had to. ( in reality, marinette just smells like their laundry detergent and bakery and home and it’s addicting )
“ i don’t want to go, “ another pathetic whine, her eyes still shut and lip poking out in an exaggerated pout. it’s a few seconds later that her eyes sleepily open again, pout still firmly in place. “ come with me. if you bring our bed, i’ll ace my meeting for sure. “
even after that COMPLETELY HEARTBREAKING ASK ( or maybe because of it ) you know i gotta shower you in love—your portrayal of lila is phenomenal. from fanon days to treating her better than the show ever could, we've been through a lot together, and lila and mari's relationship is such a cornerstone i can't imagine this blog without it. i love you so so much, and i love lila too. you've built something incredible, and words can't describe the happy sounds i make when i see you in my notifs. <3
you’ve got me s WOONING --
no, but seriously, i wouldn’t even have made lila if it wasn’t for your encouragement. our characters relationship is what keeps me coming back, and i get so excited to see you in my notifs on any blog. you’re my ride or die, and i love u uwu
ah, sweet validation
“ does hurting me make you feel good or something? ” :3c
an old meme, i just want to hurt lily bc it does make me feel good
it wasn’t often that the girls fought, not real fights. not anymore, anyway. not since lila had returned back from america, red eyed and recovering from addiction worse than drugs, found on the roof by a distressed ladybug who had sobbed and screamed at and kissed her until she forgot her own name. don’t leave me again, roux. i need you. desperate words, pointless words, rossi’s are known for fucking things up.
this fight was following the script they always did. marinette would pick, lila would evade, marinette would defend herself and refuse to take blame, then lila would deflect what blame lied with her back off of herself with a lie or a sneer, one that marinette will blatantly see through and will lead to her shouting and crying. angry, horrible words, but nothing over the time. then a break, nothing they couldn’t take back later, silence and alone time before they reconcile later.
it was a system, a faulty one, but it existed. which is maybe why marinette’s words take her so off guard.
lila rears back from the small girl as if she’s been slapped. “ what ? “ the word comes out thick and rough, somewhat still stuck halfway in her throat. she swallows it down, green eyes wide with hurt before they close themself off, cool with righteous anger. ( a mask, burning behind the lids that signify she was close to breaking. marinette cried during their fights, lila didn’t. )
“ is that really how you see me ? “ and she’s trying, she really is, for that sort of emotionless tone, but it’s hard with her. she’s marinette, she’s the only family lila still has. the first friend she ever made. she’s never been the best at lying to her. “ that im cruel enough to get off on making my f–on making you cry ? that i planned for all of this to happen ? “
nausea churns in lila’s stomach, a long pause as she looks out the window, jaw setting. when she turns back towards marinette, she looks at her the same way you would a stranger. “ i think maybe i should leave tonight instead, save you a day of having to deal with all the pain that comes from me being around you, of course. “
she tosses something down on the table, unable to look at it as it thumps against the wood. “ decide whether you really want me to have that before I get back. “ she can’t help one more bitter word as she snatches her purse up, heading to the door without a glance back. “ happy birthday, by the way. “
she makes it all the way to the elevator in their building, before sinking to the floor and biting her wrist to contain sobs. she already regrets everything but was too stubborn to go back, gaze locked on her finger.
it looked so empty without the ring.
what about my portrayal attracted you to my blog?
if you would like to be more specific – what made you stay?
coccinellc:
“You could always read me pretty well, Roux.” The fact that they’d been dating for years notwithstanding; her fox has always been intuitive and sharp as a tack. They’ve both had their moments, of course, but right now, all Marinette can think of is how beautiful Lila looks in the low lights of her balcony.
She would be content if their whole date was nothing but this—it’s so easy to curl up to Volpina, melt into her arms and lean into every kiss. But her fox is nothing if not extravagant, and Marinette has the feeling she should have changed into something a bit better when she had the chance. When Lila draws away, she’s already leaning forwards again, trying to get back to her arms, but a giggle bubbles up behind her lips as she watches her leave, a picture of grace.
She hardly has to say anything to her own kwami before Ladybug takes the place of Marinette, hair in a messy bun instead of pigtails from years past. Jumping over the rail and slipping after her girlfriend is child’s play, and her eyes are sparkling in the lights of the city reflected.
“Mean! What happened to escorting your date?” She’s teasing, of course—she loves their races, be it to the top of the Tower or the bottom for crêpes. She feels the cool Paris air in her lungs and has never felt more alive as she chases after Volpina’s cream-colored tail. Marinette has always been competitive, and that coupled with the desire to be in her girlfriend’s arms again is more than enough to provide the speed boost she needs to win.
lila didn’t plan to exactly win this race, knew that the nerves in her stomach, jittering down her legs and up to thud in her heart, wouldn’t allow it. she was almost tempted to cut to the end of the night, feeling as sick as on opening night of a play -- but knew that some things required patience. so no, she didn’t plan to win. but that doesn’t mean she’ll make this easy for the other.
laughs fill the air, seemingly bouncing from everywhere, as the fox glides over rooftops with the ease of breathing. “ this is the twenty-first century, coccinella. i’m afraid you’ll just have to make due. “
a few years ago, volpina might have hesitated in some areas, letting ladybug catch up and take the lead. now, paris is as much home to her as rome was. you spend so much time traversing an area, protecting it and needing to be familiar in order to save those you love, and it becomes an extension of your very being. a duck into an alley, a hop over a fence, and a spring back skyward -- it produces the best kind of burn in her lungs.
it’s too bad, really, that they’re already almost where they need to be. another five minutes, if that.
“ try and keep up, caro, “ volpina shouts back, knowing lady was close enough to hear but no longer stupid enough to flash her a grin or search for her. “ you know i abhor eating alone. “
Random info from the conference with Thomas today
So for the record, if the show actually tries to retcon Lila as Italian, this blog is going to HARDCORE ignore that. And yes, it will be a retcon because you can’t:
a) Have her surname be Italian b) Have her villain name (which HAWKMOTH chose, not her) be Italian c) HAVE HER OWN MOTHER SPEAK ITALIAN:
And then say “Lol but is she REALLY Italian tho???”
Like look Tom, I know you hate your character. (For the life of me, I will still never understand people like you and JKR who hate their own creations, but I don’t have to understand it to know it to be fact.) That doesn’t mean you get to just throw writing her well out the goddamn window. Just because she’s a liar doesn’t mean she lies about literally everything, that’s not how the fuck liars work.
But let’s be real, Tom/the writers of this show gave up on writing Lila “well” as soon as Volpina was done airing. Volpina gave us a character who played with the lines of morality and was a genuinely good liar. Flash forward to Catalyst, her lies are eeeeh still somewhat believable but really could be better and by the time Chameleon shows up the lies are a fucking JOKE. And it’s like–I. Don’t. Mind. Lila. Being. Written. To. Be. A. Liar. Or even. An enemy. To Marinette. I just want it to be done well and this show/Tom refuses to do it cause they insist on vilifying a fictional teenage girl. A brown one at that. And you know? To the parts of the fandom that don’t see a problem with that? I’m really not going to explain it to you.
Side note: This response is not a slight at OP. OP’s just sharing the facts. I just wanted to reblog this post to give credit where credit’s due to the person who found the info that sparked this conversation. A’ight peace.