I’m not in the ml fandom bUT @illustraice ‘s Sun/Moon au has me h o o k e d. Now, I’m no artist so I can’t draw for it (believe me I just tried drawing Mari and I spent more time outlining muscles than anything so that was a lost cause), and because I’m not in the ml fandom and I have no grasp on Mari and Adrien’s characters, I can’t write for it, either. Buuuuut, given what I’ve read for this AU, I can certainly devise a playlist for it. Because music is universal.
//Annnd this was what I did this weekend! Day 1 was Viktor Nikiforov from Yuri on Ice (27 & 16 years old), Day 2 was Akira aka Persona 5′s Protagonist (Joker version), and Day 3 was Zen from Mystic Messenger c:
((NOTE: The ‘Joker arrest’ was with a real cop. I DID NOT ACTUALLY GET ARRESTED. We joked about it being legit for a few mins to trick people but it was staged and the police man was nice enough to get in on the gag lol))
So I was working on my beautiful PG Wing Zero that maowmaow93 got me for my birthday. I finally finished the body and just had to snap it all together. I was so excited I snapped some pics. The beer I was drinking is a convenient sense of scale.
please fogive me for using the same punchline twice
“And it appears we have company,” the man said with a sigh, tossing over the currently unconscious body to the ground before returning his attention to the person before him. “Not to worry, he’ll be up and at ‘em in half an hour or so, an hour max.” He then crouched down by the knocked out man’s side, digging around in his pockets and taking out his knife and cell phone. “Lovely,” he murmured to himself, as if the person who had just witnessed the little scene wasn’t even there. Standing back up, he looked down at his bloody hand where the assailant had managed to nick him. “Would you happen to have any bandages on you, by chance?” he asked the other nonchalantly, tilting his head slightly.
Lydia’s a study in disinterest. Gaze stretching out
across campus, lips pursed in judgment of the impromptu Frisbee match forming
on the quad, position oriented to scarcely acknowledge that she’s standing with
Stiles is tempted to tell her to drop the act because once
obsession with someone has been coded into his DNA, there’s not so much as a
micro-expression that he’s likely to miss. He’s definitely already caught
on to and catalogued the shrewdness that has been attacking her face all day. She
knows something but she doesn’t know what she knows and she’s been hawk-eyed and
predatory ever since she figured out that much.
Stiles is not going to encourage any of that, thanks much.
Side note: why is everyone around him comparable to some type of bird?
Not that he’s thinking about hummingbirds, because he isn’t. He
could be, but he’s not, because he’s in control of his brain and he’s decided:
no. Crap. Firstly, he’s totally thinking about hummingbirds. Second-of-ly, what kind of bird would that make him? Oh
man, probably some kind of friggin’ goose.
He hates geese.
Now he knows it’s likely because he’s subconsciously
recognized a kinship to them.
“If you had to pick a feathered representation for me, it
wouldn’t be a goose, right?”
Years of following his bullet-speed trains of thought has
led to Lydia taking that completely in stride. She doesn’t even bother to
look up at him, hand fishing in her purse for her phone to check the time. “A seabird
probably,” she offers, lighting up the screen, “they’re clumsy on land.”
“Well that’s a self-esteem boost I didn’t know I needed,”
Stiles says dryly. “You’re a true humanitarian, Lyds. Also, the correct answer was secret option C) some kind of dinosaur. I would’ve preferred stegosaurus, for the record.”
She brushes the hair out of her face, glances at him.
“I could have said a hoatzin.”
Stiles has legitimately no idea what that is. “Th…
anks?” He thinks. Probably.
“More commonly known as stinkbirds. You’re welcome,”
she confirms. Her gaze is less glancing, more stripping and Stiles
pretends not to notice. “Expert deflection, Stiles, truly.” She
golf claps mockingly and Stiles glares back at her. “Now what are you
“If I tell you, they’ll revoke my ‘expert’ status,” Stiles
points out smartly, “And rip up my ribbon. I can’t have that, I’ve
already put it in the family newsletter.”