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W 2022 roku na moim blogu pojawiło się 938 postów
71 utworzonych postów (8%)
867 zreblogowanych postów (92%)
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871 moich postów w 2022 miało tagi
Tylko 7% moich postów nie miało tagów
#lukanette – 361 postów
#airi – 119 postów
#luka – 101 postów
#marinette – 75 postów
#awww – 54 posty
#knitting fairy – 41 postów
#mlb salt – 37 postów
#luka couffaine – 28 postów
#marigami – 27 postów
#pro lukamari – 26 postów
Najdłuższy tag: 125 znaków
#i really expected him to say something like: this is not just your fault / i take the blame too / you did everything right...
Moje najpopularniejsze posty w 2022:
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Pink palette lukanette 💖
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“You are my light, Luka.”
A pair to this one
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Nr 3
“I will always be by your side, Marinette.”
A pair to this one.
527 notek (opublikowanych w 16 stycznia 2022)
Nr 2
An old sketch I have never posted.
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Mój post nr 1 w 2022
@airi-p4
Happy Birthday Airi!!! 💙💙💙 Here’s my gift for you! You know you’re my best best best friend and you deserve the best gift I could make. Thank you for always being there, always supporting me, and cheering me up! You are like a little fairy who brings to everyone sparks of smile when they need it. Thank you for making the cutest art with a lot of your heart in it. Thank you for your heartwarming comics and fanfics that always brighten our days. And most of all, thank you for being there! ILY 💙💙💙
And there’s also a little bonus under the cut 😚
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#tumblr2022#przegląd roku#mój przegląd 2022 roku na Tumblrze#Twój przegląd roku na Tumblrze#year in review#my 2022 tumblr year in review#your tumblr year in review
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Me checking on what Mark has posted: Hey how ya-
Mark:
Me: GET YOUR FKIN DOG BISH
Amy: It don’t bite
Me: YES IT DO
#my crappy attempt at a meme#vine#rabid markiplier#markiplier#blueberryrambles#markiplier meme#i hope no one did this before#markiplier community
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The Big Day
Marinette and Luka’s wedding is a big day for everyone involved.
I wasn’t going to write this, but @blueberryrambles wanted to see the wedding from Worry. Once I started thinking about how things would go down at the wedding, I couldn’t stop and this was born.
If you prefer to read on AO3, here are the links! The Big Day and my September OTP Prompt Challenge.
I hope you enjoy!
Fang’s Big Day
Sabine’s Big Day
Jagged’s Big Day
Tom’s Big Day
Anarka’s Big Day
Juleka’s Big Day
Marinette’s Big Day
Luka’s Big Day
#endgame lukanette#lukanette endgame#pro lukamari#pro lukanette#they're getting married!!#Fang is the best flower girl ever#otp
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I’m crying of happiness right now 😭
@lineith @blueberryrambles
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fanfic tropes:
tagged by @mangoes-n-cream!
bold your faves and tag some friends!
love at first sight or slowly growing fond of someone? ngl every time i met a guy and immediately went oooooh they all turned out to be slightly racist jerks? and yeah, lani’s answer i thought luka looked like a Rat the first few times he appeared but somft boy grew on me. and i also look like i sleep in a disgruntled box of rabid ferrets most of the time, so i don’t got much luck there. and slowly growing fond of someone means you’ve spent a LOT of time with them, to the point that all their flaws just become something you love and you grew to love them because of their personality and other traits, not because you like their face and that makes you think everything else about them is fantastic
love letters or mixtapes? i go through too many emotions w music and i would much rather be able to read how the person themselves describes what they’re feeling. like my spotify playlists are in weird categories based on super vague concepts and don’t make sense to pretty much anyone who’s listened to them, so it would just make it really hard for someone to make me a playlist? also. letters in general are such a cute concept (particularly cause they’re pretty out of date now) and you can stick so many cool things in there? ‘this is a blade of grass i used to make a kazoo’ thanks! ‘here’s a necklace i saw and immediately thought you would like’ awwwwww. and having a physical paper where somebody took time to write their thoughts about how much they love the person, where you can read it in their voice and feel the words they specifically chose to convey those feelings? ugh. somebody write me a love letter :’(
hand kisses or kisses on the cheek? hand kisses scare me? like, you don’t know where that hand has touched, who else has touched that surface before you, and where their hands were? i would be scaaaaaaared of the germies. but on the other hand? if you’re wearing makeup? noooooo cheek kisses either. so ig then, maybe a hand kiss? idk
understanding each other without words or finishing each others sentences? being able to finish what someone is saying is Top Tier, but to tell what they want without them having to say anything???? that’s looooooove bro
gazing into each others eyes or looking away blushing? eye contact is a Bitch and if you don’t get super flushed in a gazing contest w your boo, is it even real? and i can’t keep a straight face to Save My Life (except in the pterodactyl game)
longing to be with someone again or spending every second together? miss me w that sappy angst. anyways, if you’re able to spend every second together, you r e a l l y gotta be able to stand them and not just get bored the second you run out of activities to do together. cause getting along w your date while you’re out w friends or at a nice dinner but never being able to sit still and enjoy the others company is one thing, being able to sit content on a couch just chilling and still enjoying your time w them even if there’s no big stimulation present is a whole other tier.
laughing together or crying together? angst makes me saaaaaaaaaaaaad. unless it’s happy tears or i Know there will be a happy ending, I Can’t Read It
someone running their fingers through your hair or gently massaging your earlobes? tbh i don’t like either of these options bc most of the times i have people playing w my hair, it’s literal gummy-handed children so i unintentionally stress whenever someone touches my hair, and massaging your ears? is that a thing? too close to my brain for comfort
surprise kisses or long tight hugs? im a tactile person bro, like bear hug me for eternity. crush me under the mighty weight of a hug bc you missed me. worst part of quarantine was the lack of group squish-hug at graduation smh
tagging: @lilacnviolet @blueberryrambles @lineith and anyone else who wants to!
#this was fun!#mayhaps i went Too Into It on the love letters?#who knew i had so many opinions#peachy crack
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Fang’s Big Day
I wrote this because @blueberryrambles wanted to see the wedding from Worry and this ended up happening. I never planned on writing this, it just happened. That being said I had a lot of fun writing it, and I hope you have fun reading it!
If you prefer to read on AO3 click here.
If you want to keep track of the parts, here is the master post for this fic.
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Fang couldn’t wait. He had been waiting so long for this day to come. And now it was finally here.
His big day.
The day he would get to wear the flower crown Marinette had made for him. And carry all the pretty flowers. And he got to be in charge of all the flowers! All by himself.
He was even going to have his picture taken with his dad and the rest of the family! And there was going to be a party!
He couldn't wait.
A commotion at the other end of the room drew his attention.
The big man who always snuck him extra treats, and the nice lady who always gave the best chin scratches, were following Marinette around as she paced. He didn’t understand what any of them were saying, but he did know that Marinette was agitated. He liked Marinette, and he didn’t want her to be upset.
Especially on his big day.
He made his way over to her, careful not to dislodge his flower crown or rumple her fancy dress; it wouldn’t do to ruin her clothes when she had dressed up for his special day.
Gently, he laid his snout on her foot and nuzzled her. It seemed to work because she stopped fretting and knelt to scratch his head.
“Thak you, Fang.”
***
He was very careful to keep his steps in time with the music as he trotted down the aisle. After all, his dad was a musician. He was a good boy, and he didn’t want to disappoint anyone.
Which was why he was sure to shake his basket of flowers as hard as he could to scatter the blossoms onto the floor.
Over the past few months, he had learned a great deal about flowers. There were lots of different types of flowers; some were meant to sit in jugs on tables to block people from each other’s view, some were meant to be carried around, and some were meant to be left on the floor for people to walk on. He had learned so much about flowers in fact, that some might even call him an expert.
And as flower girl, his first job was to make sure there were enough flowers for Marinette to walk on.
***
Fang was getting bored.
He had been sitting at the alter, perched on the step beside Marinette and Luka, for what felt like ages. And nobody was showing any interest in the flowers. It didn’t help that the lady, the officiant, apparently, whatever that meant, had been talking for ages.
Things had started out well enough.
The aisle had been thoroughly covered in flowers by the time he had made it to the end, and Marinette had seemed thrilled when she came down the aisle. She had been practically glowing, no doubt with pride for his job well done.
There had been a small hiccup when she tried to hand her bundle of flowers to her friend, but he had been quick to correct her mistake. He didn’t make hold it against her; she had undoubtedly been a little nervous standing in front of all those people, and the flowers had ended up in his basket in the end.
Her friend had seemed annoyed, but as flower girl, the flowers were his responsibility. It was his job to make sure they were well taken care of; he had been the one entrusted with the job after all.
There had been another ruckus when partway through whatever the lady, Marinette, and Luka were loudly discussing — he still wasn’t entirely sure why all the people sitting in the chairs were so engrossed in the conversation — the blond man who always smelled like stinky cheese had raised a fuss.
The man had been shouting something about Marinette and soles —though he wasn’t entirely sure what fish had to do with the situation — and people had started gasping. Luka, Marinette, and all the other people standing at the front had looked angry. The people in the chairs had been gasping.
He had been angry. Just who did this guy think he was, ruining his big day?
Marinette had shouted something at the man, who had eventually sat back down and started sulking. Marinette could be as fierce as any croc worth their scales when she wanted to be, but for good measure, he had been sure to growl and hiss anytime the man looked back up.
But that had been a while ago, and nothing particularly interesting had happened since. He was tempted to just curl up and take a nap, but Marinette and his dad were counting on him to take care of the flowers.
Napping would just have to wait. He had important responsibilities to see to.
***
Fang gnawed at what was left of the last of his dinner. He was content, stomach full of roast chicken and croque-en-bouche. The food had been delicious, but even the decadent food couldn’t distract him from the way the photographer had treated him.
Taking the pictures had been fun, even if the photograph seemed scared of him. But it hadn’t lasted nearly long enough. After what had been plenty of group shots, as well as shots of various groups, and a couple of just him, Marinette, and Luka, he had been rudely ushered away by the photographer.
He wasn’t used to being told what to do, except on rare occasions by his dad. The fact that the photographer had shouted at him when he tried to join Marinette and Luka for more pictures had added insult to injury.
He growled at the empty plate in front of him, still disgruntled.
He should have been in those pictures.
It was his big day.
And he was the flower girl.
***
A third helping of dessert, and several guests taking pictures of him, had helped him forget about the rude photographer.
Now he was on the prowl for something to do; he had already checked on all the flower arrangements and gotten belly rubs from his dad.
He made his way through the room towards the dancefloor. It had been busy throughout the night, surely there would be something for him to do.
By the time he made his way to the dancefloor, there was a big gaggle of women gathering a little bit away from Marinette. He was confused. Marinette wasn’t facing the people; she had her back turned to them, with her flowers held out in front of her. He edged closer to get a better look.
Suddenly, Marinette’s bundle of flowers went sailing through the air. Towards the women!
His dad had been very firm in what his job was. As flower girl, he was responsible for the flowers.
He knew what he had to do.
Mouth wide open in anticipation, he scrambled towards the women, where the flowers were headed. He watched as they seemingly inched through the air. He ignored the women as they began to scream and run away from him; he had to focus on getting the flowers before they fell.
They were his responsibility.
He hissed in glee as he caught them in his mouth, and with his tail waving proudly, he made his way back to Marinette to present her with the flowers that she dropped.
Maybe he would even get an extra treat for saving them.
#endgame lukanette#lukanette endgame#pro LukaMari#Fang is the best flower girl#Fang is a very good boy#my writing#fanfic
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