(Revised Prompt): Miraculous Ladybug, "So you're saying in a class of over a dozen people NO ONE CAN AGREE ON WHAT LADYBUG AND CHAT NOIR LOOK LIKE?!"
“So you’re saying in a class of over a dozen people NO ONE CAN AGREE ON WHAT LADYBUG AND CHAT NOIR LOOK LIKE?!” Kim bellowed.
Marinette face planted against her desk and groaned. Tikki hadn’t been kidding about her identity being protected by magic.
“Listen,” Chloe screeched above the din, “I’ve been rescued by her the most and I am telling you her hair is shoulder length and slightly wavy no matter what little miss blogs-a-lot says!”
“You also said she is taller than you, so clearly your opinion is worth nothing,” Alya shouted back.
“All the people I like are taller than me,” Chloe retorted, “isn’t that right Adrikins?”
“Please leave me out of this,” Adrien said. So far he was the only other person in the room who looked just as miserable about this class squabble as Marinette felt. His head was cradled against is crossed arms as he stared listlessly towards the door as if wondering if he could make a run for it. She could kiss him for that. Not that she wouldn’t take any excuse to kiss him. Maybe she should suggest they both sneak of somewhere to make out while their classmates argued. Marinette smiled at the daydream. As if she could ever actually pull off something so bold where Adrien was concerned.
“This is stupid,” Kim complained “we have photos we should know every detail about what they look like.”
“I’m pretty sure there is some sort of magical element that keeps us from properly retaining the information in a way that might jeopardize their identities,” Max theorized.
“If Ladybug had magic power over her appearance you would think she would have attempted to look more attractive,” Lila said flicking her hair behind her shoulder. “Instead she is such a short thing with dull black hair and beady dark little eyes.”
The class burst out into another round of shouting as Chloe and Alya both attempted to dive atop the Italian girl, only barely being held back by Kim and Nino.
Marinette wondered briefly if anyone would care if she just threw herself out the window. She was about to attempt to sneak off to the bathroom when she heard Adrien talking quietly to himself.
“Blue,” he murmured softly.
Marinette’s breath caught in her throat.
“Her eyes are blue.”
(I am no longer taking sentence prompts just finishing the ones I have left)
“Through contemporary eyes, the static shots and urban milieus of Black Girl seem to solidify Sembène’s filmmaking as an aesthetic neighbor to the emotionally-walloping neorealism of the Italian De Sica. Black Girl may not evoke the immediate adoration of something as universally beloved as De Sica’s Bicycle Thieves, although the latter film’s deft interweaving of personal-is-political social commentary with the rueful, everyday messiness of the lives of the marginalized working class began a storytelling tradition that is gloriously carried on by Sembène. Black Girl has all the skillful stylistic simplicity of your typical piece of neorealism but also packs a sharper bite and it’s electrifying to watch Sembène craft a twisty drama with the piano-chord tautness of a thriller that is nonetheless coated in such a rare and wryly intimate form of humanity.”
The morning air is crisp, an icy wind settling into her lungs as Marinette gazes into the Atlantic Ocean shining brightly from the warm sun. They have oddly been blessed by good weather despite the first snowstorm that trapped them here. Not that Marinette is complaining; Faroe Islands—Vagar, to be exact—has been wonderful and a breath of fresh air.
Will I be doing them? Um… I mean I can tell you my headcanons lol. It’s hard bc I try not to base my hcs off nothing but speculation, but we have so little to work with in terms of a lot of the characters’ canonical interaction. I’ll do my best.
Yuuri: Bisexual with a leaning towards men. Victor: Flaming homosexual from day 1. Yurio: Hard to say. Very emotionally immature. Probably hasn’t thought about anything regarding his own sexuality and is still very young. Might be gay considering his whole thing with Otabek. Seems hostile towards women his age, namely Mila, Isabella, and all of his fangirls. Again, could very well be a maturity thing, since he’s prickly towards literally everyone. Gonna stamp a big “TBD” on that one. Phichit: NO IDEA. I’m gonna say pan. Because he’s deserves whoever he wants, male, female, or otherwise. Precious ray of sunshine. Chris: Fell out of the gay tree, hit every gay branch on the way down, landed on a guy and had sex with him. Guang Hong: Gay for Leo but he won’t admit it. He curls himself up in his pink, leopard print curtains, listens to lady gaga and tells his mom he likes girls. Leo: Gay for Guang Hong and will admit it. JJ: The Token Straight™
Georgi: Also straight, by some miracle. Minami: Pretty gay for Yuuri. Also ships Victuuri almost as much as Phichit. Otabek: Gay, but also clueless as hell. He looks all serious and badass, but he’s probably always thinking about what goes good on toast and what the world would be like if birds wore hats. Michele: HAS PROBLEMS. DON’T ASK. Emil: Waiting for Mickey to admit to his gayness. Seung-gil: Explicitly stated to canonically “hate women”, so is either gay, ace, or thoroughly lost and confused. But due to the flashy rainbow parrot outfit, I’m going with helpless homosexual. Mila: Bisexual. Has a thing for hockey players and Italian girls. Sara: Gay. Likes Russian girls.
Thank you for so many laughs and fun times and drawing two of my requests (esp the Eliza and Ham one). I loved the sing a longs, and there was so much energy. To the Italian girl who was so spontaneous, keep being like that.
To juuria who put this all together, thank you so much. You’re so genuinely kind and sweet and relatable. Your art is so well drawn, a style that is so unique and I love it with a passion. Keep rocking on! @juuria
To everyone who made it that much fun, I loved it but since I don’t know your tumblrs, I’ll just put it here. I CANNOT THANK YOU ENOUGH. This was a blast, sharing stories and a passion.