my favorite bit was left out though

He Was Right

Request:  Reader is close to the glee club and has gone to school with them since freshman year) Sebastian left his phone at the Lima Bean and someone from the glee club found it. They look through it to see pics of reader and Seb like kissing each other, hugging and cute pics that you would have of your significant other. They ask him about it only to find him and reader talking about date plans and the glee Club finding out when he realizes that he left his phone at the Lima Bean. The entire glee club enters the room and tells them the gig’s up. They confess and the glee club accepts it. - @irony-is-my-life

Pairing: Sebastian Smythe x Reader

Notes: So I made a few changes. I hope you don’t mind. It’s late and not very well written. I’m sorry if it’s not your favorite. You can always request another one, though. My ask is always open. Also everyone’s a lil bit OOC.

Bells jingled and laughter poured into the local cafe called the Lima Bean. “And then Finn tripped over his books and slid down the hall!” Rachel was giggling through her retelling of an incident with an unsuspecting student and a distracted Finn walking the halls of McKinley. “Hey. I think it was a pretty graceful dive. I only tripped three other people.” Rachel, Finn, Blaine, Kurt, Santana and Artie were making a stop at the Lima Bean to get a little recharged before the weekend was over.

“Hey guys, I’ll catch up in a minute.” “Alright Finn. Don’t be long,” Rachel smiled.

Striding over to the bathroom, something caught his eye before he made it to the door. ‘Someone left their phone here. That’s rough.” Finn thought to himself. ‘I wonder who’s it is.’ Thinking he was doing the right thing, he started looking through the phone and opened up the photos app since it was the first thing he saw. Scrolling through the pics, the screen was filled with red, black and white. Finn cringed as the Warbler symbol flashed across the phone. About ready to just turn the phone in to the cashier, a familiar face caught his eye.. ‘(y/n)?’

“Hey guys!” Finn yelled as he approached his friends. “Oh there you are, Finn. We were wondering what took you.” Artie scrutinized his fellow singer. “You’ll never believe what I found.” Finn had everyone’s attention now.

“Well? What is it?” Santana. Always one to be straight to the point. “I found this phone sitting at a deserted table and so I tried to figure out who it might belong to. So I started looking through their photos-”

“Hold on, hold on,” Santana interrupted. “You tried to find someone’s identity by looking through their pictures?” “Where did you possibly find that knowledge?” Kurt questioned. “Never mind that. Look who’s in the pictures.”

Finn showed the group the picture of (y/n). “So it (y/n)’s phone? Big deal.” Santana stared at Finn as if he grew another head, completely confused.

“Yeah, no. It’s a Warbler’s phone. See?” He then showed them the Warbler symbol. “Let me see that,” Blaine took the phone and started swiping. “..holy crap. I think I might puke. Oh gosh!”

“Blaine! What is it?” Everyone hollered at their raven haired friend. Saying nothing, he held up the phone. Cue collective gasp.

*At Dalton Academy*

“Okay guys. Here’s the plan. We go in and confront that sniveling snake about what he thinks he’s doing with our (y/n). Then we use whatever means necessary to keep him away from our baby.” Santana sneered at the thought of Smythe. “Agreed.” All were in agreement then.

Storming up the stairs of the school, the group made their way to the Warbler’s practice room. Sneaking up to the door, the singers heard voices conversing inside. “Good. Okay. They’re in there. Let’s go.” Finn was ready to ‘talk’ to Sebastian. “Hold up a second,” Artie spoke. “I think.. there’s a girl’s voice..”

Everyone crowded the door, trying to hear. “-last time. Maybe we could hit up the ice cream parlor then head on over to the beach?” “Really? Seb, don’t you think that they’d see us?” “Come on, babe. I want to show you off. I really don’t care about your friends seeing us. In fact, it’d be a good thing. Maybe I can prove to them that it’s a good thing we’re together. I really love you and I’m sure they’ll be able to see that. Even if they don’t want to.” Sebastian had been trying to convince you to tell the New Directions for a while now. Everything he said was either shot down or flat out ignored. You really did care about Sebastian, but it’d be so hard for you if your friends, best friends, disapproved of your relationship.

“Sebastian. I know you really want to tell them.. it’s just,” you heaved a sigh loud enough for your eavesdropping friends to hear. “It’s just that if they didn’t approve of us, if they didn’t like us together, if they’d tried to break us apart.. it would kill me. I love you so much, but they might not love us together. They’re still my friends. My family. I just don’t think I’m ready.”

From the other side of the door, your friends were looking at each other like they were thoroughly disappointed with themselves, not you. “I can’t believe (y/n) feels like she can’t trust us with this. I feel so.. terrible,” Blaine was completely distraught that you felt that way.

“I know. We reacted so harshly when we found out, though. No wonder she felt like she couldn’t tell us. Ugh! I feel like a terrible friend,” Rachel was almost in tears now. “Hey, we all feel horrible. She’s our baby girl and we can’t have her feeling like we won’t support any decision she makes. Even if it is to date that..” Kurt stops as he sees his friends giving him wary looks. “..that great..singer..”

They all looked at each other in confirmation and pushed open the grand doors. Both heads inside snapped up to the intruders. “Guys? Wh-wh-what are you doing here?” Panic was evident in your eyes. Sebastian discreetly took your hand in his, the action not going unnoticed.

“We know, (y/n),” Artie spoke up. “Y-You do? Know what exactly?” “That you and this.. male are dating,” Santana cringed. “We found his phone at the Lima Bean and saw.. pictures,” Kurt visibly shuddered.

With a defeated sigh, you flopped onto the couch. “I’m so sorry, you guys. It’s just..”

“Yeah. We know, baby girl. I must admit we didn’t react well at first, but hearing what you just said.. we feel awful, sweetheart,” Kurt sympathized. “That was never my goal. I really do care a lot for Sebastian and if you all would try and keep me from being with him, it would tear me apart.”

Artie wheeled forward. “We know (n/n). We realize that now and we’re going to try and be supportive. Just as long as he gives us a reason not to.” He have a pointed look in Sebastian’s direction. “R-really? Oh my gosh! Thanks you guys! You won’t regret it, trust me.” “Yeah we better not,” Santana eyed Sebastian.

Sebastian took your hand. “I’m really thankful for this, you guys. (Y/n) means everything to me. So much so I’d give up singing to keep her. I’ll do my absolute best to keep her happy.”

You grinned up at him. You were short, okay? Besides, it doesn’t help he’s a freaking giant. “Keep her happy and we won’t make you quit singing,” Blaine stated. “But if you fail. You will suffer the consequences,” Santana added.

“I agree wholeheartedly. Besides, if I ever did anything to hurt my- our little (y/n), I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.”

The New Directions looked at each other and silently agreed. “Have fun kids,” Santana said. “Keep it classy,” Kurt added. After hugging all of them and Sebastian surprisingly shaking the guys’ hands and getting his phone back, they took their leave.

“Well. That went better than expected.” “See? I told you they’d be cool,”  Sebastian said with a smirk. “You really like being right, don’t you?” you asked. “I like being right about us.” With a wink and kiss, neither of you could stop beaming.

Visiting the sisters!

Phew! I’m telling you, I’ve been running around like a crazy person all morning. My twin sister, @thenestingmama, gave birth to her little baby daughter very early today at 04.52 AM. She actually told me late last night on April 1st, that she was going into labor. But you know, it being the one day to make pranks etc, I did not even believe her one bit, haha. Even she was a little surprised. So congratulations to her and her family. The new baby is absolutely stunning!

But because of the birth of my little niece, I grabbed two of my boys this morning, and went to visit them for an hour or so. My sister was really exhausted, but she and her family were very happy to see us, and we had a wonderful time. I didn’t take any photos during the visit, since it was just a quick and quiet visit. Just saying hi, you know… But since my twin sister lives very close to our half sister, Kassidy, we decided to drop by her, before going back home!

It has actually been awhile since we last saw Kassidy and her family. She just moved to Saint Greer Island a few weeks ago, so she has definitely not always been this close to us. But surprisingly, her little son and even her husband recognized us, which made me really happy. Forest is a little over 2 years old, and he fits right in with Max and Aiden. Our boys had so much fun together, and I can’t wait to visit both of my sisters a lot more often now! Hopefully we’ll be able to see my half brother again, soon, too!

While I was out to visit family, Damian was left alone with our other kids at home, and even though I’m sure he can manage, I didn’t want to leave him for too long. He’s had a few very hard days at work, and this is his only day off in a long time, so I wanted him to be able to relax a bit (not that it’s ever possible with our crazy kids, haha), and spend the day with him myself, as well! So I wasn’t gone for too many hours, and I’m now home with all my favorite people!

Alsooo… I love these two boys together. It really makes me happy to see them get along so well, even after so many months without seeing each other.

semi-nude ;; tana mongeau smut

“Hey, bitch!” Tana greets me, looking up from her magazine. The blonde’s hair was up in a bun, only clad in a pair of white booty shorts. The two of us were close enough to feel comfortable in our own bodies, lounging around with no tops on. Besides, it was a particularly scorching day. I peeled my own crop top off, my tits escaping from their fabricated prison. 

“Holaaaaaa.” I reply, shimmying my shoulders as I tossed my top on the couch, plopping down beside her; bringing my knees up to my chest and resting my chin on them. 

“How’s your day been, hoe?” She asks, setting aside her shit so we could converse easily. I chuckle, tossing my hair over a bare shoulder. 

“Great, actually. I was at the boardwalk a few blocks away, you know that place?” I pause for her to nod. “And I met this really cute guy. Like, really cute. Like I wanted him to fuck me in the bathroom of the Cold Stone he took me to.” Tana smiles in an interested manner, leaning forward. 

“And did you guys do anything then? Obviously not fuck.” She questions, and I shake my head. Much to my dismay, he had been a bit of a prude; didn’t want to do anything until a proper first date, or whatever. 

“I wish. He left me fuckin’ horny, though.” I groan out, rolling my eyes. “Seriously, you should’ve seen the arms on the guy. He was fine as hell.” I see a light flicker in Tana’s eyes, and she jumps up, sprinting to her room and returning with a toy in her hand. 

“My favorite roommate, you and I have known each other a long time. Through ups and downs, through one night stands heard through walls..” She dramatically begins, stepping closer to me. “Through that one drunken makeout… Let me introduce you to my favorite ever dildo in the world. He’s reliable, he’s sensational… And he will help you out.” 

My eyes widen at her, brows raising in question. “Seriously?” I question. 

“Seriously.” She nods her head solemnly. “I can even help.” She bends over the couch, her chin now resting on my shoulder. Holding the dildo in front of my face, turning it on to its lowest setting. Dips it down, runs it along a nipple until it hardens and repeats the action with my other. 

I turn my head, and our lips meet. That’s that. It was no hesitation on my part or hers, apparently. I adjust my body so I’m on my knees and our chests are touching, only the couch as a barrier between us. I could feel myself growing unmistakably wet, my thighs pressing together in sheer want. Her teeth sink into my bottom lip, gently biting before pulling away, a line of spit connecting the two of us before it disappears. 

“I’ll take that as a yes.” She chuckles, moving across the couch so she’s in front of me. Lightly pushing me back, I land onto the couch while she straddles me, her hips grinding into me. The feeling of my shorts against my clit bringing waves of sensation over me. Our lips meet once more, tongues tangling together as we made out, moans falling from the both of us. 

“Shit…. Tan, I need you…” I murmur out, tangling my hands in her hair. She briefly breaks the connection between our lips and lifts her hips to unbutton my shorts, pulling them alongside my thong down my legs; in a matter of seconds, I was completely bare with Tana dipped between my thighs, the toy in her hand, a look of power on her face. 

She runs the object around my folds, teasing me. It vibrated on them, and I could feel my wetness only growing by the minute. She looks at me through her lashes, a smile on her face. 

“Look how wet you are, babe. Just dying for me to…” She speaks her actions as she does them. “Dip the tip in.” I feel it barely entering me, and a long moan escapes. It wasn’t enough, but it was something. Bucking my hips up to try and slip more inside my quivering cunt, I whine. 

“Don’t be a tease. Fuck me with your cock, Tan, please.” I practically beg, and she only chuckles, removing the tip and pushing it in me once more, this time a little further before pulling it out completely. She repeats this action until it’s fully inside me, turning up the vibration. I can remember the first time I had a real cock, how it filled me up just like this toy was, stretched out my walls. 

She began to steadily fuck me with it, the toy buzzing inside me, bringing a pleasure that I know no real man could, but I couldn’t help but imagine that this was the guy from earlier’s cock, pumping in and out of me so terribly nicely. My fingers find my clit, rubbing the little bundle of nerves while her pace quickened. 

Soon, I’m a writing mess, long strings of moans and cuss words yelled out so loudly I’m sure the neighbors hear. Actually, now that I think about it, the doors to our balcony were glass, and the blinds were far from closed, and if I could focus enough, I could see the man in the building next door staring. 

Tana increases the setting of vibration to its highest settings, and I can see she’s slipped her shorts down to her knees so she could fuck herself while she fucked me as well, her plastic cock pounding into me. At a certain moment, she hits my sweet spot, and I cry out. 

“Fuck, right there, baby, it feels so fucking good. Your cock is filling my pussy so well.” I moan, grinding my hips into it. Tana continues to hit the spot, and I arch my back as my orgasm rushes over me, my cum squirting all over our couch. I can hear her moans getting higher and higher as she fingers herself into orgasm, a little gasp escaping as she hits it, riding out her high while my hands found her tits, playing with them. 

When we both finished, we laughed it off, cleaned up and changed, and went on with the day like it never happened. 

A/N: Hope y’all like it! She’s pretty funny, I like her videos, so I enjoyed writing this. Also, I’m kinda proud that I wrote two smuts in a few days, because as we all know, I usually take a week or two to write just one, so I feel like it’s pretty active of me, lol. Hope you’re all as happy about my activity as I am! x


I doodled this in my sketchbook while I was away on a trip and since I forgot my mouse, I had to wait till I got home to color it.

Aside from the “Scary Godmother” specials, “Monster House” is right next to it as being one of my favorite Halloween specials to watch. As much as I love it now, this movie scared the living heck out of me when I first saw this as a kid and it left me terrified of houses for a period of time. I still get goosebumps after recently re-watching it hahaa

also the design and the way this house is animated. good stuff. <3

Yesterday Epilogue

Tyler Joseph X Reader

A/N: this was highly requested that I write, so here it is…? I don’t know if y’all will like it. It might just disappoint you guys. I’m not even really sure of the direction I want to go with this. I hope you guys enjoy though. Thanks for reading.

Tyler’s POV

I sat on the couch, staring at the letter in my hands. I wasn’t sure how to react. What did she mean that she didn’t love me like she did yesterday? It didn’t make any sense to me. I felt like I needed to puke. The knots in my stomach were making me nauseous, and I felt like a million pounds of bricks all hit my chest at once.

Was I too late? How was I supposed to find her? My head was spiraling out of control. I quickly grab my phone and call Josh. He was like her brother. He had to know where she was going, right?

“Josh? Hello?”

“Hey, what’s up?”

“I just read that letter you gave me… I need to know where she is. Please. I need to talk to her.”

“Look, Tyler, you’re my best friend in the whole world, and you know I would do anything for you. But I don’t think it’s a good idea to see her right now. She needs to clear her head before she does anything stupid. And the truth is, I don’t know where she is right now. She didn’t tell me.”

“If she tells you where she is, please Josh. Tell me. I can’t believe that I was so dumb. I can’t believe I was so oblivious to everything around me because I was so infatuated with Tiffany. God, I can’t believe that I did this. How could I do that to her…. Did I just lose her, Josh?”

After that question, what seemed like a long pause came from Josh’s end of the line.

“Honestly, you could never lose her. She loves you too much for that. She didn’t leave you because she hates you. She left because she’s in a really bad place. And she needs time to heal. Just like you’re going to need time to adjust to everything. I know you want to tell her how sorry you are, and how much you really love her and how dumb you were about the whole situation, but trust me, just give the two of you some space for right now. Things are going to be different when you see her again.”

“How am I going to fix this…? I don’t even know where to begin…”

“You start by putting everything behind you.”

“You’re right… if fate wants us to be together, we’ll be together right…? You know that saying… ‘if you love them let them go, and if they love you, they’ll come back…’? I really hope she does come back.”

“You’ll be okay, Tyler. Everything is going to be fine.”

I sigh and say my goodbyes, hanging up the phone throwing it down on the couch in frustration. I didn’t know what was wrong with me. How was I supposed to just leave this for a few months? I know it sounds selfish but I don’t want a repeat of what happened to her to happen to me.

I mean, she deserves a whole lot better than what I gave her, but I know that I can treat her better than anyone else on this planet. We’re best friends. We did everything together. We have gone through everything together.

I walk around my house, trying to calm myself down. But I can’t. I wanted to scream. I wanted to throw things. But I didn’t. I couldn’t.  (Y/N) grew up with me in this house. There were too many memories that would be destroyed if I had done that. Instead, I went to my piano to write. That was my escape. Within hours, I had ideas all over the floor that were never finished. I was distracted. I didn’t know how to get her out of my mind. She’s all I could think about.

I got up from the seat, deciding to take a walk. I had to clear my head somehow. And that was the best thing I could think of to help me.

I met up with Josh a little bit later that day, and he knew I was completely out of it.

“Tyler… you gotta stop worrying about it. I don’t think she could move on from you even if she tried.”

I sigh and tilt my head back in the chair until it hit the wall behind me.

“Dude, I’m trying to not worry but I screwed up. Big time. How do I not worry about that?”

Josh gives me an annoyed look.

“We are going on tour soon, and I need you to focus on that. I know it sucks now, but things are going to work out. They always do. She can’t be gone for forever. She’ll come back to us. She will come back for you.”

I simply nod my head and poked at my food.

“You’re right. Tour is coming up. I need to get my head in the game for that. Gotta put on those performances to make the Clique happy.”

Months had gone by and the tour was a huge success. We were playing at MSG for two nights, and I couldn’t be more excited. This was something Josh and I had dreamed about for a long time. I only wished I could share this moment with (Y/N). She was always our biggest supporter. I closed my eyes and started to hype myself up for the performance.

I walked onto the stage and looked out at the venue. It was one of the most famous stages in the United States. Maybe worldwide. I took it all in. We had made it.

The show began and everything was going great. Josh sounded awesome on the drums, and the fans gave us a whole new type of energy. They sang along to the songs, and they ensured that no one was hurt in the pit. The only thing missing from the whole thing was (Y/N). We started to play Car Radio, and I was making my climb.

I looked into the audience, and smiled to myself. They were the ones who got us here. They were our family. I took my mask off and looked below me, in awe of the sold out arena. I looked at the fans below me, and saw a face that I never thought I would see again. Below me stood (Y/N). And she had the biggest, most beautiful smile on her face. Tears were in her eyes as she made eye contact with me. As she did, she mouthed the words, “I’m so proud of you.”

I’m not going to lie. I did get emotional. Not only because she was there, but because everything seemed to work out just like Josh had mentioned. I guess I have to thank Josh. For a lot of reasons, actually.

The night was coming to a close, and I started to play the notes of Trees. I had to make this speech the most amazing one yet. I was scared, at first. I didn’t really know what to say. It was like I was getting stage fright, even though I had done this hundreds of times before. But I kept thinking there were a few things I had to say. And things that I needed to leave in my head. So I started.

“You survived to the end my friends, and not everybody survives. You survived ‘till the end of the show, survived the end of the tour. Don’t know if I told you this, but I can’t think of a better place to end this than right here so thank you so much. Now I’m thinking of all the people I mentioned, or I thought of, and we wouldn’t be here without them. There’s so many of them in this room. I’m not gonna name them all. But before last night, the first and only time I’d been in this building, I was nine years old and my grandma took me to see the circus. And my grandma June is here tonight to watch us play on this stage. You know, I also need to mention, my old band mate, Chris. He was the first guy that really showed me what to do to put on a show. He said: “Hey, you see this chord? You plug it into here, and this is how you get the piano to come out of the system.” He taught me everything I know when it comes to this stuff. He actually is the one who built that piano over there, seven years ago. And he’s here tonight. So thank you Chris, for everything you’ve done for us. We’ve got guys on this crew that have been here from the beginning, Daniel, Mark, Snider. Some I forget. Chris and Brad, you guys have believed in us from the very beginning. I know this feels like we’re accepting an award or something, but honestly, this kinda feels like one. Listen, we wouldn’t be up here if it weren’t for a lot of people, if they didn’t exist. It is very important to know that if you, our fans, The Clique, were not here tonight, this would not be possible. So thank you so much for making this possible. So grateful for you guys. There’s one other person I’d like to talk about- who I would not be up here on this stage right now if it weren’t for- Josh Dun on the drums. Please give it up for him. Listen, I know you’ve been cheering all night, but I know you’ve got something else. Josh Dun on the drums everybody, c'mon. And you know I brought Michael out and it made me think of a lot of older shows, and we’ve been closing out with a certain song for year now. It’s very cool for us to be showing this song to people. This might be my favorite song live and I invite you to be apart of that tradition with us as we close out this show. We’ll give it everything we have, friends. We only have a little bit left in us, but we promise by the end of this, we will be nothing. So, join us.”

All I could think about in this moment was how different things had gotten. I feel as though I’ve changed through this entire tour. I didn’t feel like I was the same person I was a few months back. And maybe that’s what the letter meant. Maybe she had changed too.

After the show had ended, I went backstage to freshen up and reminisce about what had just happened that night. It was incredible. It was something I would never forget. It was even better to know that during this night, I had finally realized a few things, that I was ready to let go of the past. And (Y/N) somehow knew that too.

After a few words were exchanged, I walked back out on stage to look at the arena one more time. But what I focused on instead, was a single body standing in the center of the venue, a bright smile on her face.

I looked away and started to cry, finally letting all of my emotions go from that night. I covered my mouth as she walked towards me. She climbed the stage and stood before me, her arms open wide. I looked at her with a bit of disbelief, not knowing if this was some sort of sick joke. But I didn’t care at this point. I was so happy to see her. It was long overdue.

I walked over slowly and hugged her for the first time in months. I missed the warm embrace she would always give me. It gave me a sense of security. It made me feel safe, and welcome.

“Thanks for mentioning me in your speech tonight, Ty.” she says in between small sobs.

We both laugh slightly and I wipe her tears, caressing her beautiful face. She smiles slightly at me, bringing her hand up to hold mine.

“I’m sorry,” I chuckle. “I didn’t want to make that something public… I thought it was better left unsaid until I saw you. In person. Honestly, I didn’t think you were coming.” I say quietly.

She gives me a sad look and sighs.

“Why wouldn’t I come, Ty? I may have left for a while, but I made you a promise all those years ago. And I don’t break promises.”

“I’ve missed you, (Y/N). More than you could know. I’ve driven myself crazy the past few months. I’m so sorry, for everything. I don’t know how I could’ve been so dumb. I just… I thought you deserved so much more than I could give you. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship if things didn’t work out and–” before I could finish her soft lips crashed into mine.

That kiss was something that I had been waiting to know what it felt like since I was a kid. It was indescribable. It was everything I had ever hoped for and more.

As she pulled away she looks up at me and smiles.

“I’ve missed you too, Ty. And I’m also sorry. But I think the time we took away from each other really helped. There’s so much I need to tell you.” she says excitedly. “But first I think we need to talk about a few things…” she paused. “I really do think that we’ve changed, and for the better. I think that some part of us needed time to adjust to everything, and we really needed the space apart from each other. I’m not going to lie, I thought about you every day. And it was hard for me to not call you every night to ask how you were doing, or just to see your face or hear your voice. And it sucked. But I came back because… well… you’re my best friend, Ty. And the person I’ve been absolutely in love with since the longest time. I wasn’t going to throw that away, even though there were times when I really wanted to.”

I kissed her once again and pulled her into another embrace.

“Can I ask you something, (Y/N)?” I whisper in her ear. She nods into my chest and pulls away slightly to look up at me. “What did you mean that you didn’t love me like you did yesterday…?”

She pauses and scrunches her nose.

“Honestly, I wanted it to mean that I had changed. And that my love for you had changed because of it. It wasn’t the same after I left. It wasn’t like I loved you any less. I didn’t know who I was until I connected with you. But I guess I had to figure out who I am without you. I was so caught up in us that I didn’t focus on myself. And I really needed that aspect in my life to be happy.”

“Well, I’m glad you figured it out because I don’t know if I would’ve made it a couple more months without you. We’re better human beings when we’re with the person we’re supposed to be with. And that wasn’t Tiffany. It’s always been you.”

As we embrace for another moment, I see Josh walk on stage, arms folded. All I could do was mouth the words: “Thank You.

anonymous asked:

This is completely unrelated to Steven Universe but if you have played the Pokémon games, do you think that they've handled character development in a better or different way in Sun/Moon compared to the older games? What are your favorite characters from any of the games?

I think Sun and Moon almost did too good a job developing characters. It’s like it was the primary focus of the team working on the game. The characterization was definitely better than a lot of examples in the franchise. Lillie, for example, is probably my favorite character in any of the games, because she was handled so well.

I feel like the story was a little bit left by the wayside, though, because of that. It started strong, but petered out a bit by the end. And I don’t feel like the new gameplay elements were as intricate as they could have been. Still, in terms of characterization, Sun and Moon set a new standard for the series.

Singing Loud

You could hear Sky giggle again as she and her mom picked out a movie. Sky felt lonely so she decided that she’d have you over, or well her Mom did.
“I want this one” Sky pushed the movie into your lap, it was High School Musical. You smiled, you loved this movie when you were a kid and probably recite every song by heart.
“Alright let’s do it!”, sky jumped up and screamed a ‘Yay’ and gave you a big hug before jumping on the couch. You put the movie in and went to sit down on the love seat.
“ Noooo what are you doing” she pouted and you pointed to the couch as if to say ‘I’m going to sit down’. She pointed to the small seat next to her “ I want you to sit here”. You were shocked, you didn’t think Sky even liked you. You moved back over to her and sat down. She cuddled up next to you.
“I’m going to make popcorn” sky’s mom stated and got up to get popcorn. Hayes was out with some friends, he was going to hang out with you today but he canceled because he hasn’t seen them for awhile. Which was fine you were enjoying yourself with Sky and her Mom. You haven’t really gotten to know them very well and Sky always has to have approval of the girlfriend.
Throughout the movie giggles and smiles broke out. Then Sky jumps up “This is my FAVORITE song EVER” she shrieks. Luckily for you it was your favorite to. Sky starts to sing it and her voice was so cute you let out a small giggle.
“Hey don’t laugh at me! You have to sing!”
You sigh and sing along with her, ..there’s not a star in heaven that we can’t reach"
Suddenly the door opens and Hayes walks in. You and Sky were still singing along, and giggling.
“Awe you guys are so cute” he says in a baby voice, but you didn’t care. You just kept singing with Sky. Hayes Mom left half way in between the movie to run to the store, and Hayes was in and out teasing you guys about the movie you picked or why you were singing. By the time Sharpay sings her solo, you and Sky were dancing and tripping over your feet. Hayes was laughing on the couch.
“(Y/N), Hayes needs punished” Sky sent you a sly smile. You both tackled him on the couch and started tickling him.
“Guys stop stop okay” he let out between breaths.
“ Nope you can’t tease us and get away with it!” You smiled.
He pushed you both off and faced out side both you and Sky giggling and running after, eventually you were all out of breath and went to Finnish the movie. But as soon as Sky sat beside you she fell asleep.
You nudged Hayes.
“Awe you were so boring she fell asleep” he whispered and let out a quiet chuckle. You give him a light punch and he holds his hands up in surrender. “Alright just pick her up we can put her in her bed” he smiles. You slowly got up without disturbing her. When you got up you reached underneath her to pick up up, she stirred a little bit but stayed asleep. You both walk her up to her room and Hayes gets the door. Soon she was all tucked in.
“Goodnight Sky” you whispered and turned off the light.
Before you left though she whispers back “(Y/N) you’re my favorite” and closes her eyes once more.
You slipped out the door with a huge smile. Hayes was downstairs on the couch when you dropped next to him.
“Sky likes me, she actually likes me” you let your head rest on his shoulder.
“Of course she does, why wouldn’t she” he laughed out and then gives you a small kiss on the forehead. The last thing you remember is Hayes whispering “I love you” as your eyes closed.

Hey! Thanks for this request! I had it done for awhile but I couldn’t post it because I’ve been on the road traveling, I hoped this was good enough for you though :)
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I’d made a habit out of crying in my mothers arms until the pounding in my head stopped. She held me there, like her favorite piece of china.

I still felt it though- the piercing shatter. Hitting the ground felt like not being able to breathe, while everyone stands frozen and watches. The sharpest cut was the pity that poured from their beady eyes.

I swear I once heard my mother scream when she saw the pile of little jagged edges catching the sunlight. That sound echoed in my ears for years.

I wish I could reach inside her and pluck out, bit by bit, every piece of hurt that got mixed in with all the good. Like how having a daughter left her always carrying the weight of two.

I’m so sorry you had to sweep me up so many times.

—  To My Mother
The Blues.

It was like there was some sort of voice sounding off internally telling me to do it and though I shouldn’t have been listening to that bad voice considering the good voice inside of me was trying to talk me out of it, I couldn’t stop.

I did it.

I grabbed for his phone that was laying on top of the comforter and fell back to the bed holding the prize in my hand. I never really had a reason to go through Antoine’s phone until now though it could be argued I still really had no reason to snoop through his stuff and invade his privacy but here I was and there was no looking back now.

I had grown tired of his suspicious behavior lately. His persistence on sneaking off to another room whenever his phone began ringing, the constant checking of messages and typing away texts when we were supposed to be spending time together. It all just seemed very odd including his jumpy behavior whenever I interrupted his focus on his phone.

I didn’t want to think there was possibly another woman out there but was it hard to believe?

Not really.

It wasn’t like it was believable based on how I perceived my boyfriend. I thought he was a fairly honest, trustworthy and faithful partner but there was also the reality that he was pretty desired by women everywhere. I didn’t need much to tell me that. All I needed to do was scroll through his Instagram comments and I’d find plenty of proof of that.

I didn’t want to be now snooping through his messages to try and confirm my worst fear. Part of me would have probably preferred to remain in the dark and ignorant to it all but once my thumb hovered over the home button of his phone, it was too late to cower out now.

The screen lit up with an image of his screensaver, a picture of me enthusiastically holding my hands above my head and clad in my bikini. It was a picture taken from our last random road trip and I felt a lump form in my throat.

He couldn’t possibly live with himself sending flirtatious text messages to another woman while having to lock and unlock his phone to the image of me, right?

I didn’t linger on the thought too long as the unlocked phone allowed me to see the various icons for his apps. I clicked on the messages first.

“What are you doing?”

The sudden sound of a voice startled me and sent the case-free iPhone from my hands and to the hardwood floor in his bedroom. The sharp sound of the contact made me wince. I was focused on the phone being unscathed. Antoine was focused on me.

And he looked pretty pissed. I didn’t think he even needed me to answer the question. He already knew the answer.

I avoided his gaze and bent down to pick up the phone and immediately winced as I assessed the damage. The once flawless screen was stained forever with cracks in the top corner. I was one to always warn my boyfriend that one day he would drop his phone and ruin it. How funny now that it was me who had done the damage to it.

“Shit. I cracked it,” I said aloud as I turned the phone over in my hands hoping that maybe with a few more turns of my wrist, the cracks would magically disappear.

They didn’t and neither did the look of sheer anger on Antoine’s face. He didn’t seem to care at all about the phone in my hands and the damage because when he snatched it from my grip, he didn’t look at it but instead just threw it down on the bed.

“Did you find what you were looking for?” He spat the words so violently I wanted to cry. He looked so disappointed with me and I had no idea of exactly what to say. I honestly hadn’t found what I was looking for because I hadn’t even had the time to look but was I going to tell him that? Definitely not.

“No,” was all I said as I let my gaze fall to my hands in my lap.

“I’m sure you didn’t,” he bitterly chuckled. Antoine turned around and I thought he was on his way out of the door, and he probably did too, but he turned back around and began spewing off everything he was holding in internally.

“I can’t believe you would do that! The person that’s always preaching about trust and giving each other privacy and all of this other crap and you go through my phone? Are you serious?!”

I finally interjected. “You’ve just been acting so weird the past couple of weeks and I knew that if I were to ask you, you would just flip and say I was crazy.”

“Because you are! And you think going through my phone is a better solution? What were you going to do then? Confront me with the evidence you didn’t find or pretend you didn’t even snoop through my stuff?”

He walked over now and grabbed the phone he had just tossed a few moments ago before shoving it into my hands and insisting, “Go ahead. Read it! Read them all. Take all the time you need.” He angrily plopped into a seat next to me and watched, waiting for me to do exactly what he instructed.

I shook my head. “Antoine, I…”

“No. Go ahead. I want you to read them.”

Now I felt incredibly stupid. There was no way he was cheating on me if he was insisting I continue snooping through his phone. I bit down on my lip, feeling my cheeks heat up. We sat like that for a few seconds longer until he grabbed the device from my hand and slammed it harshly to the floor. I was sure then it was shattered even more.

“You already messed it up. Might as well screw it up even more, right?” He chuckled to himself and I would have taken that time to respond but he spoke before I even could. “I feel so stupid for even trying to surprise you with anything. I think that it’ll be a good idea and you end up thinking I’m cheating on you. Great.”

I narrowed my gaze in confusion. “What are you talking about?”

“The conversations!” he exclaimed, as if I should have known already what he was referencing. “The phone calls, the secretive messages, always leaving you when my phone rings. It’s my agent. The same person I’ve been talking to for weeks.”

I was still a bit confused and I was sure my expression asserted that. “But why are you…”


That was all he said before he looked at me with exhausted, disappointed eyes. I was still a bit confused until I allowed things to piece together in my mind.


I knew he was possibly set to transfer this summer and the mention of the club signaled to me that may have been the destination he decided on and it made total sense. Chelsea was my favorite club and it was in my hometown, the same hometown I had left to live closer to my boyfriend though that meant missing out on time with my family who were back in London.

We didn’t really bother to talk about the business side of his career. I figured it much easier to stay out of those sorts of things but the more I strung this all along in my head, the more it made sense.

He was planning a move to Chelsea for me…

I couldn’t even begin to apologize in an appropriate way and I think he knew that because rather than getting up, walking away and slamming the door in my face he just sat there.

“I am so sorry,” I uttered. “I…I let my thoughts get the best of me and I’m really sorry. I should have trusted you.”

“Yeah. You should have,” he said sharply but I could tell his anger was beginning to wear off or at least he was making it seem as if it was.

I inched closer to him and took his hands into mine. “I really am sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. You’ve never given me a reason not to trust you. I should have known better.”

There was silence between us for a moment as I waited with bated breath for him to speak. Eventually he suppressed my worries with a response. “Maybe I should have just told you instead of trying to make it some big secret. I don’t know,” he mumbled.

I couldn’t help but ask this next question. “Is it official? Your move to Chelsea?”

He looked to me now and gave off a modest shrug of his shoulders. “There’s still a few kinks to be worked out but it’s pretty much official.”

I couldn’t help the smile that broke my face now. “Wow. I…congratulations,” was all I could begin to say.

The softer side of him was returning. He could never stay mad too long. Antoine reached out and rubbed my cheek gently with his finger, his facial expression forming into a smile. “I guess you should get packing soon, huh?”

“I should also probably work on getting you a new phone,” I giggled. I bent down and reached for the phone that was still on the ground, much more cracked than before. He laughed as well.

“Yeah. You probably should.”

gif credit to ema-13

anonymous asked:

Plz tell the backstorys

oh BOY are you in for a ride okay here we go

(here’s the post this ask is talkin about btw)

So about 90% of these drawings were supposed to be “expression prompts” from my good dude kopso866, excluding most of Tokens and a few of Jimmy’s just because I drew them while she was asleep.

This is the first prompt she gave me. At first I didn’t know I was going to draw Craig, until she very clearly specified that it was Craig. She told me to make it look like somebody was shoving a stick up his ass.

Already teetering on the “fence of unholiness,” she decided to dive nose-first into hell by prompting me to draw Craig watching porn and then realising that the people in the porno were his parents. There was no turning back after what she said, so I decided it was also worthy of that “i’m watching porn in my room at 3 am with the lights off and eating popcorn afterwards” lighting.

Flirting with the devil himself, she then prompted me to draw Craig’s reaction to walking in on Clyde trying on panties. This is one of my favorites because neither of us knew why Clyde was trying on panties in a place where Craig could so readily walk in on him. is craig in clyde’s home? are they roommates? where did he get those undies? are they in craig’s home? are those actually craig’s? so many unanswered questions. One question does go solved, though. And that’s that purple doesn’t flatter Clyde very much. Not according to Craig, anyways.

Attempting to clean her slate of sin, kopso866 suggested that I draw him reacting to his guinea pig dressed up in a cute little outfit. I made sure to make this as pure as possible, hoping that maybe we’d get a little leeway in hell once we die. Worse sins have been committed.

This one was mostly me. I just wanted to draw Craig with a stupid face to try and forget everything else I drew him as. In the sketch, Tweek was a faceless person. Kopso, being a dirty filthy Creek shipper to the 100% maximum, suggested it should be Tweek. This is the middle ground of Craig’s doodles. No sin nor virtue.

Forgetting all of her work to try and become more pure, she then immediately told me a very very specific prompt, which sounded a bit like “There is no more coffee anywhere to be found, there is no more coffee in the world. But Tweek finds out that there is a single cup of coffee left, and it just so happens to be up Craig’s ass. What does he do?”

i, at this point, was concerned for kopso’s well being because i don’t know where or how she came up with that. but i aim to please regardless.

As though she was unsatisfied with how I’ve already treated my favorite character, she told me to draw him observing the finest ass he’s ever seen. I’ll give her props tho, because it’s a nice change to be drawing Tweek not acting like satan’s butt fungus was trying to invade his every waking pore.

i can’t remember the exact prompt for this one, all i know was that it was not “make tweek look like he’s waiting for the next motherfucker to come walking out of the back door into a slimy ass alleyway so he can mug them for all their money and kill their parents”

Did you know? Each one of these pictures required a holiness level of exactly -4000%. At this point, we all collectively decided that Tweek’s doodles were too pure, and so kopso decided to kick it down about 100 fucking notches.

she didn’t give me a prompt for this one. instead all she gave me the phrase “bite the pillow, i’m going in dry.”

never before have i felt my hand be sullied drawing Tweek Tweak.

Her next suggestion was a very simple and boring one. “Tweek falling on his ass.” I didn’t like how that sounded originally. So I decided to spruce it up.

she was really disappointed in me.

Honestly, Clyde got the most wholesome drawings out of the 5. It’s weird saying that.

Kopso couldn’t stop singing “Stacy’s mom” around this point. So of course, we had to make Clyde singing it too. With some adjustments to the lyrics, of course.

This was originally going to be a prequel to Craig’s walking in on Clyde trying on panties. But as I drew it, it started to look like more of a photo than it did a mirror. Then Kopso suggested that it be framed and signed to Clyde, from Clyde. We’ve determined that he has this picture on his desk.

Hungering, she demanded that I drew Clyde falling asleep at a really inconvenient time. What time is more inconvenient to fall asleep at than to fall asleep while you’re about to get macked on by a rockin babe?

Another innocent request. Clyde eating the best taco he has ever eaten. there’s really not much else behind this one.

Plummeting back down to hell, we decided the picture could only be complete if there was a drawing of Clyde’s reaction to seeing porn fan-art of himself online.

clyde’s the only person i could imagine being totally fine seeing porn of himself.

Okay so it was in the dead ass of night when i drew half of these Jimmy ones but Jimmy is like my main man so I had to. This doesn’t have anything behind it I just really wanted to draw Jimmy looking like he was ready to throw down some mad fucking shade.

When I originally drew this one, his speech bubble actually said “A suck’s a suck, right?”, but then kopso woke up and threatened me at gun point from another country and told me to change the ‘suck’s to ‘succ’s

This is my favorite fucking image right here because the original prompt was “Jimmy has a farm and he’s really proud of it.”

it started out just fine, but the overalls really reminded me of mickey mouse for some reason, and so i just straight up drew a mickey mouse hat on him.

the prompt was changed to “Jimmy has a farm and he went to Disney Land. He is now back from Disney Land and is admiring his farm.”

For some reason I was mortified more by this prompt than any other prompt she had given me thus far, even though it was one of the more mild ones by comparison.

“Jimmy’s dick is a snickers.”

that’s it. can you believe that bitch??? she straight up wanted me to draw Jimmy’s dick as a snickers i’m 100% god damn certain.

But I went the Purist Route™ with this one and just had a little giggle thinking about the phrase “Suck my snick.”

I had this really specific face in mind for Jimmy and it only made sense in this context, with Classi bein a good bro & defending Jimmy. i love her…….. that’s all.

Unfortunately, Kopso wasn’t around for any of the Token drawings, except for this one. Her prompt here was “make Token bathing in money.”

I think she meant like, literally taking a bath with money instead of water, but this was the first and only thing that came to mind. It’s a lot better in my opinion.

I was getting kind of tired by this point, but I refused to let sleep grab ahold of me. I think it can show here, though. Because there is literally no reason or reference here. I just wanted Token to say that he ate some toads so I could justify the little “ribbit” i wrote next to him.

Then I quickly realised how fucking stupid that drawing was and I drew this in response to myself.

after that, I could finally rest.

That’s about it for the explanations. It’s a long post, but there are a lot of drawings. I hope this sated u, friend.

#2397 Why is it that no one ever really says anything about other, less known elves on here? I mean come on people Lindir, Erestor and Glorfindel are super attractive too. Lindir has to be my favorite of the three though, seeing as how he’s gorgeous and is also a kick butt musician.

+ Just a bit ago I said how the lesser know elves need more attention. I realized I left out Elladan and Elrohir, Arwen’s brothers. It really stinks they weren’t quite in the movies…

Meat Cute 1/?

Or, how Mabel Pines and Henry Corduroy wooed and won each other, but more importantly, how Dipper Pines despite his best efforts, gained a brother in law.

Guise, this was supposed to be a one shot, and now it’s going to be several chapters I BLAME Y'ALL Y'ALL ARE THE WORST.


The first time Henry Corduroy saw the woman he would marry, she was finishing up a keg stand. When she was put back down on the ground, she screamed “SONGS ARE HUGS FOR YOUR EARS.” Then Mabel Pines immediately went to run around the party, ululating and waving her hands in the air.

It wasn’t love at first sight, but it was certainly interest at first sight.

Backtrack a bit, to a week before.

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Imagine you, the checkout girl at the supermarket, getting asked out by Chief Swan

Based on this imagine

It had been a long, hard day, but it was finally almost the end of your shift. Working in a grocery story just wasn’t fun for anybody, but how else would you put yourself through college? You certainly didn’t make good enough grades for a full-ride scholarship. Besides, lately there was one person who just made your day brighter. Every day for the last month the Police Chief would come into the store and come through your line to buy a few little things. He and you could talk about all kinds of things, how your days had been, the weather, plans for the future. You looked forward to talking with him. He was very handsome, even though he was a lot older than you were.

Really, he was almost old enough to be your father, but you couldn’t help but like him. All the boys you had crushes on before had been so immature. No plans, no romance, and in the end they had only wanted some girl who would sleep with them. And well, you just weren’t that kind of girl. Not that there was anything wrong with that type m, it just wasn’t you. But the Police Chief was different. He was sweet and funny and just interesting to you. You couldn’t help but wonder if just maybe, he liked you too.

When the clock hit five-thirty pm, nearing the end of your shift, you started to get worried. He hadn’t shown up. Maybe he wasn’t going to today. Maybe he just had nothing to buy, or he was out with someone. The thought of it made tears try to well up in your eyes. You had so looked forward to seeing him, you even had taken extra care to look cute, putting on make-up and even perfume, as well as jeans that made your butt look just right.

You kept checking the clock and the parts of the store you could see, while ringing out a few customers. Where was he? Finally, when you had given up in seeing him that day, you heard a voice you knew all too well.
“Y/N! I’m glad you haven’t left yet.” You quickly turned to see Charlie standing in your line, finally. You grinned happily. “I couldn’t leave without seeing my favorite customer,” you said. You watched as Charlie blushed a little, looking embarrassed. You noticed he had flowers. “Are these for someone special?”

He nodded, looking more embarrassed. Your heart sunk a bit, though you tried not to let it show on your face. “She must be really luck to get flowers from you Charlie.” Charlie smiled, blushing more. “Well…actually yes. I think so,” he said, paying for them. He stood there awkwardly for a moment. “Y/N, the flowers are for you,” he said softly. “I was hoping that you’d like to go out to dinner. I know of a really good spot…” You looked surprised and then grinned very widely. “Oh Charlie! I’d love to!”

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anonymous asked:

Hey, I really like your theory about Rey being the child of two dark sider force users!! Is there any chance you will ever do art of little Rey with her dark side parents in happier times before she was left on Jakku?! Xx

Hey! Thank you so much! Glad you enjoyed that one and honestly, it’s currently my favorite Rey origin theory.

To those unwaware of the theory, you can read it in the following links (the second one expands from it)

Happier times? I’m not sure about the happy bit because I’m already assuming that even at the tender age of five, she would’ve started her dark side training and I can’t exactly picture out Siths or Dark Side Users as happy, caring parents.

At most, I can imagine this though.


My Chemical Romance - Famous Last Words

These bright lights have always blinded me.

(A fun fact about this video, which you should definitely watch if you have not watched the others: When Gerard falls screaming to the ground, that scream is real. He tore a bunch of ligaments when Frank jumped on him during filming. Bob was also burned quite badly. Also, and perhaps most importantly, that is the Black Parade’s float burning behind and around them. Let that sink in.)
“Famous Last Words” opens growling, snarling, vicious. Now I know that I can make you stay, but where’s your heart? This is another in the vein of “I Don’t Love You,” a vengeful response to being left that is ultimately a triumph. This one is my favorite, though, because this one is born of fire. This one is about bravery. The most important part of this song, for me at least, is the bridge. I love when Gerard gets quiet. There is never not emotion in his voice, but it’s different when he’s quiet. It’s actually a little difficult for me to talk about this bit, because it was really instrumental in a lot of me climbing out of a very deep dark almost-grave in my life, but it matters enough that I am going to try. Watch the video. Gerard drops the mic here. He looks up, enraptured, peaceful. This weird angelic light shines down on him, he opens his arms. Words I thought I’d never speak - awake and unafraid. Awake and unafraid. For years and years of my life now, awake and unafraid has been the thread with which I have sewn myself together. I found Anne Boyer’s What Resembles the Grave But Isn’t recently, and it felt to me the same way that awake and unafraid feels. You should read it; it is very important.  I consider myself a brave person, but only because I am terrified all the time. I think it is important to do things that scare you, even if (especially if) those things are things like “leaving the house today”. I think that is the way that we keep ourselves alive, moving forward, climbing out of that grave which is not the grave, awake and unafraid in the blinding light of day. The sun burns you and blinds you and if you let it, it will kill you, but it keeps the ground warm beneath you through the night. Let me make one thing clear: it is not weakness to care. Being comfortable loving and being loved is one of the most subversive things you can do in this life but, but. You can’t be afraid to be alone. When the sun is blinding you, it’s throwing your shadow behind you. Walk forward.
La Seine

Summary: After a quiet night of patrol, Ladybug and Chat Noir decide to take a stroll down Pont Neuf across the river Seine. So how did they end up dancing together? (Based on a Monster of Paris and Miraculous Ladybug crossover I wanted to do but what beaten to it. Curse you college schoolwork and midterms! So I did a fanfic of it instead.)

Rating: K+

A/N: I can’t write fluff or romance for the life of me, sorry. I wrote this in the span of three days, in between classes. I’m in Ladybug hell right now.

“I swear, Kitty,” hissed Ladybug, “If another cat pun or flirty remark passes thoses lips, you’ll be taking a bath in the Seine.”

“So harsh, my Lady,” whimpered Chat Noir, giving his partner the sad puppy…er…kitty cat eyes.

The bells of Notre Dame echoed throughout the city, signaling midnight and the end of Sunday. Class started in a couple of hours and Marinette still had to finish the last five question of her algebra homework and squeeze in some hour of sleep. The dark circles under her eyes were getting worse, so much that both Alya and her parents were concern about how well she was sleeping. Heck, Ms. Bustier pulled her aside after class and asked if she needed to visit the nurse’s office, which she refuse and stated that she was fine. Marinette ended up downing four cups of coffees to stay away that day.

She blamed Hawk Moth and his increasing akuma attacks on the Parisian citizens. Seven in the last month, a record. Five students from their schools and two adults, all of them deadly and persistent with their attacks. It had gotten so bad that she had to exchange her elbow length jacket and capris for long jeans and full sleeve shirt to cover the bruises and cuts from the battles. Thankfully, it was autumn so no one questioned her change in outfit when the weather started to get a bit chilly.

You’d think that my cleansing power would heal these injuries,’ thought Ladybug, rubbing her wrist. It was still sore after fighting that evil acrobatic performer two days ago. That villain could kick, hard!

She was incredible grateful for quiet, non-eventful patrols at night. Not only was the air crisp and refreshing in the dark of the night, but the lights of Paris were always breathtakingly beautiful. Marinette sometimes wished she could bring her sketchbook with her on patrol and just draw the cityscape and get inspiration for new designs. It was a wonderful night.

Now if only Chat Noir could shut his mouth for a minute.

The only downside to this night was his non-stop flirty remarks and annoying cat puns. Don’t get her wrong, Marinette trusts Chat Noir with her life, he’s her partner, her other half, she cares for him and often enjoys his company. But his coy attitude and teasing remarks were driving her up the wall, more so than usual. Chat Noir must have had a good day to be acting like this.

And indeed, Adrien had a great day! He manage to ace two test he previously thought he flunked, his father, still on his business trip in Italy, permitted him to stay overnight at Nino’s home next weekend and Plagg had slept through majority of the day, giving Adrien a break from his bad luck and, for once, didn’t have his bag stinking of camembert cheese all day. Topping off the fact that there was no akuma attacks and could spend a quiet night with his beloved Ladybug, Chat Noir was on cloud nine.

The two decide to end their patrol on Pont Neuf, taking in the sight of Paris’ famed river. Ladybug felt at peace watching the water flow underneath the bridge, taking in the slight breeze blowing from the north. Chat Noir took this opportunity to stretch his cramping limbs in a cat-like manner. Marinette had to slap her hand over her mouth to keep herself from giggling, she’d never admit it but Chat looked cute when his cat-like instincts too over. Like the incidents with the ball of yarn and laser pointer. Poor Chat couldn’t look at her in the eye without turn red from embarrassment. The duo was then startled when they heard a loud foghorn-like noise mixed with a stream of music and chattering.

Gliding slowly over the river and anchoring under the bridge was a small yacht, a rather luxurious one at that. Onboard were multiple people all dressed impeccably, mingling about the upper deck while a group of musician played songs. Marinette watch the festivity in envy, wishing she could partake in such gatherings. Dancing among the high class, in a gown design and made by her, being admired as Marinette instead of Ladybug. She often dreamed of having a Cinderella-like moment at these events, her being Cinderella and Adrien being her handsome prince. Oh, who was she kidding? These people were clearly above her social standing. Chloe and Adrien were more fit to be among these people than the clumsy, baker’s daughter.

Adrien, however, silently groan at the boat upon closer inspection. He could recognize it as one of Chloe’s father’s friends, a couple whom enjoy throwing lavish parties until the early morning hours. Chloe ‘persuaded’ him to attend a few of his parties, each more boring than the last. Hours of people merely showering the two teens with complements on how influential he and his father were in the fashion world and how Chloe looked so nice and the wonderful improvements her father made as the mayor of Paris. No dancing, no games, it was merely people standing around in fancy outfits, brownnosing it with other wealthy socialites and listening to music.

“Oh, I love this song,” cooed Ladybug, leaning over the edge of the bridge. The music wafted up from the boat into the air, the upbeat tone lightening the mood around them.

Chat Noir followed her example and lean over too, he recognized the tune as well, “La Seine, right? That’s the name of the song?”

“Yeah, my mom used to play it over and over when I was a kid,” Ladybug could see the trio of musicians playing in a little booth at the front of the boat. Looking closer, the guests were all decked out in designer cocktail dresses and three-piece suits, drinking champagne and munching on hors d’oeuvres. Mon Dieu, she was hungry. Dinner was hours ago and all that running around on patrol left her stomach growling.

“No singing,” stated Chat, looking over the party in boredom, “Guess it’s just instrumental.”

“What a shame, I’ve always like singing along to the song,” Ladybug tapped her fingers against the stone, matching the beat of the song.

Chat raised a masked eyebrow, “You sing, My Lady?”

“Yeah, a bit,” said Ladybug, “Though it’s nothing to brag about. It’s just normal singing like you do with your favorite songs or in the shower.”

The song ended with the crowd of partiers clapping and raising their glasses in approval. Some called out for an encore, which the musicians seem happy to comply. The song started off again, the uplifting beat echoing through the canal and up to the bridge with towards the two heroes. Ladybug started rapping her fingers against the stone in harmony with the melody, the lyrics appearing in her head.

She’s resplendent, so confident, la Seine, la Seine, la Seine,” sang Ladybug, swaying a bit to the music, “I realize, I’m hypnotized, la Seine, la Seine, la Seine. I hear the moon singing a tune, la Seine, la Seine, la Seine. Is she divine? Is it the wine? La Seine, la Seine, la Seine.”

The musicians from the boat started to pick up the beat and with it, Ladybug couldn’t help but start dancing. Years in ballet taught her balance and fluidity as well as a sense of gracefulness. Too bad Marinette, shy and clumsy in a crowd, couldn’t transfer that same grace without tripping on her feet. But as Ladybug, it was second nature to her.

I don’t know, don’t know, so don’t ask me why, that’s how we are, La Seine and I,” Ladybug swayed her hips, her feet gliding back and forth with the beat, twirling back and forth, “I don’t know, don’t know, so don’t ask me why, that’s how we are, La Seine and I.”

As Marinette spun around, she felt an arm wrapped around waist and pulled her towards a warm body. Chat Noir, who watch his Lady elegantly dance about herself, grew reckless and bored of watching her dancing alone and decided to join in. Adrien remember how she teased him for a while for that ridiculous Gangnam style dance he did and how silly he looked to her. He wanted to show Ladybug what an expert dancer he really was, plus it was a valid excuse just to be close to her.

I feel alive when I’m beside, la Seine, la Seine, la Seine,” sung Chat Noir, holding his lady in a closed position, his hand resting on the curve of her back while his clasp her right hand together with his, gliding his partner into a waltz, “From this angle like an angel, la Seine, la Seine, la Seine.”

Marinette let out a small laugh before placing her other hand on Chat’s leather-clad shoulder and followed in step with his waltz, “I don’t know, don’t know, so don’t ask me why, that’s how we are, La Seine and I. I don’t know, don’t know, so don’t ask me why, that’s how we are, La Seine and I.”

When Chat has spun her around, Ladybug saw her chance and let go of his hand and jumped onto the stone parapet. She beckoned her partner onto the edge to continue their dance. Chat accepted the challenge and jumped onto the edge, dancing next to his Lady. “Upon the bridge…” sang Ladybug, “My heart does beat,” finished Cat Noir.

Between the waves,” Ladybug jeté across a foot in front of her, before twisting her body towards Chat Noir, “We will be saved,” Chat Noir held his arms opening, like he was expecting Ladybug to jump into his arms. Ladybug giggled and spun her body towards him, “The air we breathe,” wrapping one arm around her waist and locking his other hand with hers, Chat Noir held his Lady as she did an arabesque pose, “Can you believe?” Chat Noir spun Ladybug to face him, back to their waltz position, “Learn to forgive upon the bridge.”

The two jumped down and continued their waltz upon the streets, the music still going on strong, “That’s how we are, the Seine and I,” they fell into rhythm, each steps perfectly alined with one another, “That’s how we are, the Seine and I,” their movements became faster, their dance fluctuating from a waltz to a tango to paso doble then back to a waltz, “That’s how we are the Seine and I. That’s how we are the Seine and I.”

The song ended just as Chat Noir elegantly dipped his lady. Applause could be heard coming from the boat though the two didn’t seem to notice, too exhausted from the improve dance and song they just broke out in. Ladybug’s chest rose up and down rapidly as Chat Noir gently pulled her back upright, both staring into each other’s eyes.

They didn’t register the yacht moving further away, taking the music with it. Nor did they notice when they were plunged into utter silence, with only the sound of their hasty breathing. All they could do was staring at each other. Marinette never notice how beautiful Chat’s eyes were, a shade of green that reminded her of the leaves and plants in the spring. Alive, encompassing, with a hint of mischief nestled inside. Likewise, Chat gazed into Ladybug’s piercing blue eyes that, to him, shone brighter than the Earth’s sky. Adrien knew she was half Chinese and thought of how lucky she was to have such a rare and beautiful shade of blue for eyes. Eyes that radiated confidence, strength and warmth, he wished he could drown himself in those eyes.

Suddenly, the two were snapped out of their daze by the beeping of their Miraculous, signaling their time limit running out. Ladybug jumped out of Chat’s arms and placed some distance between the two of them. She placed a gloved hand over her heart, trying to calm herself and catch her breath. Why was her face so hot?

“That was fun,” smiled Ladybug, trying to contain the butterflies in her chest. Her heart was beating wildly in her chest; she couldn’t believe she had done that! And with Chat Noir of all people!

Chat Noir grinned, his cheeks slightly red, though she didn’t know if it was from the dancing or how close they were moments ago, “Indeed, my Lady. We must do it again sometime.”

“In your dreams, Kitty,” she panted, trying to regain her breath. Great, now she was tired, sweaty and sleep-deprived. Marinette made a mental note to shower before climbing into bed.

“You know what they say about dreams,” purred Chat, “You have to dream before your dreams can come true. And I’ll be sure to dream sweetly of you.”

Ladybug groaned, back to the flirting. She bid her partner a good bye and a goodnight as she strung her yoyo to the nearest building ledge and swung upward. Chat Noir remained in that spot for a while, watching his beloved companion swing from building to building until she was out of sight. Only then did he start jogging towards the opposite direction, praying that Natalie isn’t having another all-nighter for his father. The women had the ears of a hawk!

Five minutes after the two superheroes left the scene of the dance, Alya came out from hiding behind one of the bridge’s curved stone bench, her body covered by one of the pillars. She had followed Ladybug and her partner Chat Noir for hours during their patrols, hoping to get any action by Paris’s heroes or juicy hint on their identity. Sure school was in a few hours and Marinette would fret about her being out so late but who cares! After what she just witness, the punishment would be well worth it.

Who knew Ladybug could sing so well or that she and Chat Noir could make such beautiful music together? Alya replayed the video on her camera zooming in on the faces of Ladybug and Chat Noir as the dance and sang; look directly into each other’s eyes. If she weren’t so tired, she would have busted out squealing at the obvious attraction happening. Mon Dieu, they were so cute together!

I don’t get why Marinette keeps saying they aren’t a couple,’ thought Alya, scoffing at the idea of Ladybug and Chat Noir NOT being romantically together, ‘I think it’s pretty obvious that they have some relationship going on. How can they not?!’

Alya yawned loudly and panic when she saw it was 1:38am. She stashed the camera into her bag and started jogging back to her house. Thankfully, her parents are heavy sleepers so she’ll have time to sneak in, upload the video to her blog and get into bed without anyone being the wiser. While Alya could have just wait until morning, but with a video as juicy as this, she risk falling asleep in class.

A/N: I’m thinking about doing a part 2 for this fic, purely for the reactions.

salamandurr  asked:

So I was re-reading the PJO books and when it mentioned that Dionysus had sons named Castor and Pollux I was a bit confused cuz it sounds very familiar. I dunno if you've read the hunger games or not, but there are two brothers in Mockingjay named Castor and Pollux. Coincidence?? It's a bit weird to me.

Castor and Pollux are actually taken directly from the Greek myths. Their story has many variations to it (I’ve read three different ones, at minimum) but generally it goes as follows:

Castor and Pollux are twin brothers, normally written as gods. (Sometimes Castor is a demigod and Pollux is a god). Their divine father is Zeus in most myths. Their mother is either Leda (the lady who got in on with Zeus while he was a swan).

The twins were inseparable, all through their lives. When Castor was killed, Pollux begged Zeus to share his immortality with his brother so he could continue to live.

Most myths then say that Zeus turned the two into the constellation Gemini, so they could be together again. My favorite ending to the story I read in my go to mythology book (which I can’t find for the life of me right now so I can’t give you a title or author) had Pollux willingly spending half of the year in the Underworld with Castor, so the other half of the year both brothers could be on Olympus.

Obviously I left out all the middle bits, because they went on a bunch of quests and such. The important part is that they are always written as inseparable twins, who get parted by death. They have appeared as a trope in literature all throughout history, though not necessarily with their same names.

Both authors pulled them directly from the mythology. It’s actually quite common, so I wouldn’t put it down as a coincidence. THG and PJO Castor and Pollux have nothing to do with each other, and everything to do with the myths.