some goddess looks

So there’s this long list of prompts, and I love all of them, so I’m going to do a bunch of them completely unprompted.

Number One: “The skirt is supposed to be this short.”


“I can’t believe this is your dirty secret.”

Boyd raised his eyebrows, adjusting his belt. “What did you think it was?”

“I don’t know, scrapbooking? Ballroom dance? Secret piccolo prodigy?” Stiles tried to shimmy the massive wedgie out of his buttcrack, but it just slipped in further. God damn it. He was wearing way too many layers to go after it, at least two of them chainmail.

“Piccolo?” Boyd’s tone itself wasn’t threatening, but picking up a broadsword and sheathing it on his belt certainly was. It was much bigger than Stiles’ sword, that was for sure.

“Come on, dude. Do you really not see the irony of a literal werewolf LARPing? And not as a werewolf? You wouldn’t even need prosthetics!”

“It’s not roleplaying if you’re just being yourself.”

“Okay, but why roleplay when you’re already a badass? Let’s face it, if anyone here should be roleplaying, it’s the pack human who doesn’t have superpowers.”

“They aren’t superpowers!” Derek’s usual reflex response came from behind the curtain, and then he added, “Are you sure you didn’t give me Kira’s outfit?”

Boyd rolled his eyes like they were the ones being unreasonable here. “Yes, I’m still sure. Come out.”

Stiles couldn’t actually hear it, but it was like a sixth sense by now; he knew Derek sighed before yanking back the crookedly hanging sheet that served as a dressing room in a corner of their massive canvas pack tent.

“So, the skirt is supposed to be this short.”

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I could never leave you.

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When you go and I’m alone, you live in my imagination. The summertime and butterflies all belong to your creation. I love you, that’s all I do. I love you.

ML Fluff Month: August 8th

i’m the latest to this / and btw i have no idea where this is going - dont ask (OMG TF WORDSSS)

Title: New

Ship: Adrien Agreste + Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Words: 1,063

Day 1 / Day 6-7 / Day 9


Marinette walked into the classroom, looking down at the floor. She didn’t want to make contact with any of her classmates’ eyes.

Tikki had encouraged her to wear one of her own designs or altered versions of store-bought clothes.

To not choose any completely bold choices, Marinette decided to wear a gray sweater with white flowers, tucked into a red pencil skirt, which she altered the length to reach her mid-thighs. Covering her legs, were some blackish-grey tights with brown wedged boots, and of course, she had a beige small purse for Tikki. The ravenette changed her hairstyle from its classic pigtails to a high ponytail.

Wearing her own designs (even if bought but altered), gave Marinette a new sense of confidence. She felt brave enough to stand up anyone. She smiled a looked up, hoping to see approved faces, but instead, she made contact with a pair of blue eyes lighter than hers.

“Well Trashinette Dupain-Cheng, I see you finally upgraded your trashion sense. Not by much… but, better.” Chloé cracked an evil smile.

Marinette’s eyes glossed over. She looked the other way, brushed past her Chloé, and sat at her seat.

“Oh be quiet, you rich brat, Marinette’s outfit is wonderful!” Alya shot back.

Marinette smiled. “You really think so?” As she blinked, the gloss over her eyes disappeared.

The kind-hearted soul the class called Rose rushed to Marinette’s defense. “Yeah! You look amazing! I wish I had even half of your fashion sense!”

The whole class, mostly the girls, murmured words of agreement.

Marinette smiled, feeling joy in her heart, but yet a sliver of sadness stayed with her, because the person she wanted to see her outfit the most, wasn’t there.


The next day, Marinette showed no skin again, feeling confident, but self-conscious. She wore a grayish-white sweater, black leggings, and dark brown heeled boots. She had a black bag with white spots and wore a blue beanie over the soft curls in her hair.

Adrien still hadn’t shown. Marinette leaned over her desk and looked to her left to as Nino a question before class started. “Is Adrien okay?”

Nino turned around.

“He has the flu. Probably won’t get better ‘til next week.” Nino glanced at the redhead beside her.

Marinette started, “Hope he gets better-”

“Yeah! Meanwhile, I’ll be going over to Marinette’s house to choose her outfit for tomorrow!” Alya cut her off.

“What, when-”

“Want any treats from their bakery, Nino?”

Nino nodded quickly. “Yup! Maybe some classic chocolate chip cookies and some strawberry flavored macarons?”

Marinette grumbled and mumbled something about being forced against her own will.

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Marinette sat in her chaise, watching as Alya went through all her clothes.

“Alright, spill. Why are all the pants here jeans, leggings, or tights?” Alya stared at Marinette.

“They’re not all pants. I have shorts, skirts, dresses, skorts, rompers. They’re just… in the complete back?” Marinette’s statement came out like a question.

“Show,” Alya commanded.

Marinette sighed, and went through all the clothes in her closet, all the way to the very back, revealing a hidden compartment with all the short clothes.

“Okay, why aren’t you wearing these?” Alya questioned.

“It’s just… have you ever seen anybody with as many freckles as I have? Imagine what Ch- the class would say?”

Alya stared at Marinette for what seemed like forever. “You don’t want Adrien to see them, do you?”

“No! I would never wear this if he was coming tomorrow.”

“Well, guess what? He isn’t. So you better get your butt in something that shows your legs or I will rip your long pants up.”

Marinette sighed for what felt like the millionth that day. “Fine.”


Marinette walked into the class, but this time she didn’t look up, not even once, not for the snide remarks of Chloé.

The whole class had fallen under some spell, as if Marinette was some kind of goddess, looking at the freckles dotting Marinette’s thighs. Rose started wishing she had the porcelain legs Marinette were walking quietly to her seat in. Even Chloé found herself grumbling at Marinette’s physique.

Marinette decided to wear a peter pan collared dress in her favorite shade of pink. She wore a matching cloth headband with white polka dots, wrapping her blue hair being let down. The color of the collar was a pale pink, with the same color polka dots as the dress, the 3 buttons going down from the split in the collar matched the base color of the color, also matching the color of the ballet flats she was wearing. She wore a pale yellow cardigan, with what seemed to be like skinny leaves in a slightly darker shade of yellow.

But as the flustered female passed Nino’s desk, she saw the shoes.

Those damn orange sneakers with the weird ass black symbol on the ground, and she couldn’t decide whether to fume or cower in a corner.

Had she been lied to by Alya and Nino?

Before she could get to her seat, a warm hand grabbed her arm. A familiar voice rang out, “Marinette, you look really pretty.”

Marinette whipped around to see a blushing Adrien, staring down at the floor.

The minute Adrien looked up, he got captivated by the cerulean blue eyes that seemed so familiar. Adrien felt like he could swim in the sea of her eyes, looking at the gold flecks that spotted around.

Marinette seemed to do the same, getting caught in those electric green eyes, that seemed to smirk at her, almost like a close partner she knew. It’s as if static was flying between the iries of the two secret heroes.

Marinette was the first to break contact, looking down at Adrien’s arm, wincing, which caused Adrien to come back to reality, realizing he was gripping her arm tightly.

Looking down, immediately deciding it was a mistake, looking at creamy freckled thighs, getting his attention, suddenly he had he the urged to count at the freckles spread throughout her legs.

“Adrien?” His head snapped up, face blushing red, for thinking those thoughts.

Marinette isn’t interested you in that way, Adrien. Get it together.

At that moment, Mme. Bustier walked in.

“Talk to you after class,” Adrien said quickly, before getting pulled in by Marinette’s beautiful features any further, because he knew if he did, he wouldn’t be able to focus in class.



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http://gabzilla-z.tumblr.com/post/137199448144/marinettes

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H/&/M - 

patches - $8.00

dress - $99 (minus the underdress; I didn’t have a magnet, and the underdress was tagged. I can find a skintone knit slip anywhere, so I just left the underdress behind and took the embroidered part!)

M*acy*s –

nighties - $30 each

robe - $35.00 (I wasn’t able to find a black robe, so I’ll have to check out another M* store soon and see if I can pick one up there)

Total: $197

why does something bad happen to everyone in the CREAM mv besides solji? jeonghwa dies, LE literally dies, hyelin is chased my some mysterious ppl (we can only assume they got her), and hani is clearly trap in some type of shadow realm and is too delusional to know better. but solji just sitting around dancing a little and giving us some casual goddess looks like its nothing

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Yahoo I’m finally done with this work (:

See I’m part of an Illustration collective and we’re going to release our own designed deck of cards soon, so we had a draw. Each of us had to pick 4 cards and I got these. I thought it would be fun to make them based on my fav quartet

That was a long waiting lapse so I’m really sorry. Thank all of you who stick to me you’re osom :B and for those who didn’t it’s ok you don’t have to stay, this kind of things will happen to me often so there’s no way you’ll get along with this blog (: 

btw in case you don’t know my OTP yet, here goes a nice hint/bonus

I also make comics o vo