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Survey of the Miraculous fandom

Hi, I always have the impression that there’s so many artists in the Miraculous fandom so…

If you’re a fanfic writer for the Miraculous fandom, could you please reblog this.

If you’re an artist who makes fanart for the Miraculous fandom, could you please like this.

This Survey will take place until the 21 december (in two weeks).

I will then share the results with graphs.

(It doesn’t matter if your fanarts and fanfictions are popular or not. You gave time for the Miraculous fandom and you’re an artist all the same!)

Oh wow this is the quickest doodle I’ve ever posted I think but I wanted to doodle the magical woman from my dream.
She wasn’t really exceptional beautiful dressed in my opinion but I love to draw things from my dreams
Another reallly really quick dream-doodle under the cut haha (quicker than quick)

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fic editsHiding Place (ao3) by @alivingfire​ ​ - E, 365k

Louis never wanted a soulmate, didn’t really care for the whole Bonding thing at all, really. Enter Harry Styles, who’s wanted to be Bonded for as long as he could remember. With one fateful meeting in an X Factor bathroom, Louis gets a dagger on his arm and the realization that just because Harry is his soulmate doesn’t mean it’s mutual.
From the X Factor house to Madison Square Garden, from the Fountain Studios stage to stadiums across the world, Louis has to learn to love without losing himself completely, because someday his best friend will Bond to someone and replace Louis as the center of his universe. Meanwhile, Harry begins to think that maybe fate doesn’t actually know what it’s doing after all, because his other half has clearly been right in front of him the whole time. All he has to do now is convince Louis to give them a chance.

the canon compliant Harry and Louis love story from the very beginning, where the only difference is that the love between them is literally written on their skin, and there’s only so much they can hide.

Something I really appreciate about the new BATB film is that the costumes managed to (1) pay perfect homage to the original color tones and styles as seen in the animation and yet (2) carry symbolic changes and account for characters’ personalities, while also (3) being period appropriate. Like, wow. Major kudos to the costume designer and associated staff on this one.  

For example, let’s just talk about Beast/Prince wardrobe, which I find really interesting and beautiful. BATB begins with a dance, and the Prince is in this very dark, regal yet kind of gaudy clothing, standing out from the sea of women in white. (He’s also wearing a makeup mask, which is just another awesome layer of symbolism and era-appropriateness that I will not go into right now.) 

Throughout the film, Beast’s clothes get progressively lighter: from dark, torn rags (like he’s a criminal, a prisoner in his own palace) to the iconic lighter blue suit at the dance…to the moment Belle declares her love and they’re both dressed in all white (in this case, a symbol of purity and absolution)…to the very end, where the Prince wears blue again, but this time it’s the lightest shade of blue we see him wear. This change also reminds me of the trailer, where the word “Beast” in the title grows lighter as it gets closer to the word “Belle”. Beast’s subtle clothing changes represent the changes in his disposition and character. His wardrobe follows the path of the curse, from its inception to completion, as the castle goes from dark to light, from winter to spring, from death to life. 

The two other dance scenes are also important. 

When Belle and Beast dance together for the first time, Belle is the one who stands out in that stunning yellow dress. When Beast lets her go, her yellow dress positively pops in an otherwise monochrome, snow-covered forest, like a beacon in the night. And as he watches her go, he returns to rags, representing his hope leaving him behind.

In contrast, when Belle and the Prince dance together at the end, they both stand apart from the crowd but for different reasons than before. Unlike their first dance, this time the Prince is the one who shines the most in an otherwise temperate crowd, which parallels the opening dance scene. Unmasked, the Prince is in a light blue and white suit, the opposite of how he dressed before; and yet, this ending suit almost matches how Belle was dressed at the beginning of the movie, in her classic blue and white dress. Meanwhile, although at first glance Belle’s mostly white dress at the end might make her appear like just another girl in the crowd, she really stands out due to the roses on her dress, like a physical manifestation of spring coming back to the castle and the curse being lifted. 

Im going to bed now cause i still have school tom obviously so goodnight to me then- TvT

In this bewitched night
I will sing for you my Serenade


Good luck with the camp!

seiseki football club aka #tsukushitsukamotoprotectionsquad


“What is fair in men does not last. Nothing is more fleeting than the years of a man’s life. But this is not true of art. The joy of understanding. That is the most noble of pleasures. Feathers will lift men as they do birds up to heaven.

I must stop now, my soup’s getting cold.”

– Leonardo da Vinci, disciple of experience.

carry on, darling, we were built to last

Over the rim of the magazine Yuuri was reading, he secretly stole glances at Victor, because… how could he not?

Victor was so beautiful in his casual clothes, which weren’t really casual if you thought about it. Victor only owned brand things, so when he first brought Yuuri shopping, Yuuri felt like a Cinderella in some old, tattered rags. There was no denying that the extravagant style suited Victor well, but seeing him stripped off all the extra – in just pants and a simple t-shirt – was something Yuuri couldn’t stop admiring.

The legs of Victor’s pants were rolled up to mid-calf and his shirt was crumpled where Makkachin had lied on him previously. His hair was a little messy and he pinned the part that annoyingly kept falling into his eyes with two cute clips with tiny bows, which he apparently got from a fan once. Charming blue eyes were laughing at the video he was watching on his phone and even his mouth was quirked in a soft, but gleeful way, completely masking any of the wrinkles Victor imagined there to be.

He was beautiful in a way Yuuri hadn’t seen often.

Victor was always presentable, that’s one thing Yuuri quickly learned about him. He was always camera-ready, even if he had just rolled out of bed seconds ago. Somehow, by some naturally blessed genes or witchcraft, could be both, he always looked prim and proper as if paparazzi could jump out of the bushes anytime.

But seeing Victor in less than perfectly ironed clothes, with bows in his hair, relaxed and smiling so gently…

Yuuri sighed to himself quietly. Apparently not quietly enough, because Victor’s eyes lifted up to him and Yuuri blushed at having been caught staring. Victor only smiled.

“Want to join me?” he asked, wiggling his free arm and offering Yuuri space.

Yuuri bit his lip. He wanted to. And Makkachin was down by the couch now, so he could just… He made the decision even before his mind caught up to it.

Leaving the magazine in the armchair he’d just vacated he sneaked over and crawled onto the couch, pressing close to Victor so that he was almost half-lying on top of him. Victor didn’t mind, though. He pulled Yuuri closer, wrapping an arm around him to keep him from falling off the side. Yuuri let his cheek rest on Victor’s chest with a small contented sigh.

And then he realized he couldn’t watch him from this position anymore.

He pouted.

The warmth and cosiness of the embrace, and the overwhelming smell of Victor, were enough to compensate for it and soon Yuuri found himself drifting on a cloud of bliss before his attention caught on Victor’s phone.

“What are you watching?” he asked, peeking at the screen.

And really, Yuuri had to berate himself, because what was he expecting?

Victor hit play and the black figure moved on the ice to the familiar tune of Stammi Vicino. “Remember that video of my program you did way before we even met? It popped up in my likes, so I couldn’t help it.”

“That was so embarrassing,” Yuuri groaned, hiding his face in Victor’s shoulder. “Watch the one we did together at the gala instead, it’s so much better.”

“Eh?” Victor’s voice took a sulky tone. “I like this one, though. It looks like you’re calling out to me and me alone. It feels like you liked me even before I became your coach.”

The earlier embarrassment doubled, Yuuri felt his cheeks burn.

“Victor, we’re engaged,” he complained, but Victor wasn’t listening.

“So what?” Yuuri couldn’t see his face, but he would have bet his last penny that Victor was grinning. “For how long did you like me? Tell me, Yuuri, tell me everything!”

He poked Yuuri’s cheek impatiently and Yuuri couldn’t help but laugh. He swatted at Victor’s hand, turning a bit to gaze up into his eyes.

“It kind of seems like forever,” he admitted, and it was true. Ever since he was a kid he’d admired Victor, so for those feelings to evolve was kind of natural. “I’ve always looked up to you, and, honestly, now that I know you better than just a skater or a coach… I like you even more.” He paused for a moment. “As if that ring on your finger wasn’t proof enough.”

Victor chuckled delightedly. “Oh, Yuuri.”

He dipped his head down to press a kiss to Yuuri’s forehead, and then kissed his nose and lips as well, making Yuuri’s smile turn as goofy as his own.

“I like you too,” Victor whispered conspiratorially and Yuuri fought the urge to giggle.

What a pair of dorks they made, he thought fondly, while he reached out to pull Victor into a proper kiss. A pair of dorks, but perfect dorks, he decided as he grinned against Victor’s own grinning lips.

God, I love him so much.

convo with a 4 year old boy
  • boy: *looking at birthday card with EMH Avengers on it and points to Wasp* Who's that?
  • me: oh that's Janet, or Wasp, she's awesome.
  • boy: Tell me about her!
  • me: *tells him about her then adds* and in some verses she's married to Ant Man.
  • boy: So she loves Ant Man?
  • me: Yep.
  • boy: Oh, cool! Just like Captain America and Iron Man.