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chloe! it’s bear! 🥹❤️
i have to go on anon since i can’t ask from my side blog! 🥺
i love your stucky stories and i was wondering if i can request stucky taking their little to the zoo and their little wanting to run off and look at all the animals!
thank you and i hope it’s not too much 🥺 -🐻
Zoo Adventure
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A/N: Hihi bear!!!! I'm so happy to see you!!! I combined this request with another in my inbox as well as an idea I've had for literally 2 years now about baby surprising daddies with pictures from a photobooth 😅 well better late than never hehe 💕 And I think this came out pretty adorable if I do say so myself so I hope you guys enjoy!! 💕
Your heart was practically pounding out of your chest as the car pulled into the zoo parking lot. You weren’t even sure if you could stand to wait the few moments it would take for Bucky to get out of his seat and unbuckle you from yours. You knew you had to be in one of your daddies’ arms as long as you were in the parking lot, but it took all of your energy not to bolt straight for the entrance gates. Steve and Bucky shared a proud grin as they each held one of your hands.
You could hardly decide who you’d visit first. The entrance branched off into three different pathways, lions on the left, rhinos to the right, and monkeys down the middle.You stood in the center of the pathways, looking around with wide eyes until you were suddenly hoisted up into Steve’s arms.
“Where do you wanna start, pumpkin?” He asked.
“I dunno!” You answered. “I wanna see everything!”
“Well how about we start with the lions over here, and we make our way around?” Bucky suggested.
“You promise we’re gonna see them all?” You questioned.
“Of course, angel,” Steve replied.
“Don’t wanna leave anybody out.” You said softly. You were always looking out for others, whether it was your friends, your toys, or the animals at the zoo. Your daddies adored how considerate you were.
To help you feel better, the three of you waved and blew kisses at the other animals you could see down the other paths, letting them know you’d be back to see them too as you made your way towards the lion cage.
A big old lion with a giant mane and a grumpy face lumbered out into the grass of the habitat. He reminded you of Bucky in the mornings when he was growing out his hair. Past the lions was a hutch full of tortoises, and they reminded you of Bucky too.
Steve and Bucky took turns carrying you in their arms, neither one of them ever getting tired of course. Sure, you could make your way on your own, but they loved to spoil you in every way. Plus, you could get the best views of all the animals this way, never having to stand on your tiptoes just to see over the fence. The only time you were ever on the ground was in the reptile house, where you had to crouch down to see some of the snakes and lizards in their little habitats. Steve prefered to stand outside for that exhibit.
You laughed as penguins raced each other across the pool, squealing every time one leapt out of the water. The elephants trumpeted just like in the movies, and the monkeys jumped around their cages, swinging from rope and vine like your best friend Peter.
As the sun grew higher in the sky, there was no better time for a lunchtime picnic. The zoo had a plaza with a seating area, a little cafe, and a big shiny merry-go-round. Bucky chuckled to himself when he caught you staring longingly at the carousel. Steve was unpacking your lunches from the bag he’d brought, sandwiches for each of you and little baggies of vegetables and fruits. Finally he pulled out two big water bottles, and - uh oh -
“Oh, baby, I think we left your sippy cup at home!” He said, looking up at you apologetically.
How were you supposed to eat your lunch without your milk or a juicebox? But Bucky came to the rescue with a perfect idea.
“Why don’t you two take a turn on the carousel, I’ll go see what the cafe has for the little one. How about that?”
“Yes yes yes!” You answered, already dragging Steve towards the merry-go-round attendant before he could even reply.
You circled the base of the carousel to find the perfect animal to ride on, ultimately deciding on a majestic zebra. Steve stood at your side, keeping his arm protectively around your waist throughout the ride to make sure you never lost your balance as your noble steed carried you up and down, around and around. When the adventure came to a stop, he picked you up off the zebra and carried you back to the table where Bucky was waiting with a carton of chocolate milk.
You happily ate your lunch, telling your daddies between bites what your favorite animals were so far and which ones you were most excited to see next. After a while, however, Steve and Bucky started to talk about boring grown up stuff, and your mind began to wander as you finished up your lunch.
That's when it caught your eye, something that tempted you even more than the carousel, or the animals, or even the gift shop. You grabbed your coin purse and headed off on your mission, Steve and Bucky too engrossed in their conversation to notice.
At least for about 15 seconds, but by then it was too late. You were out of their sight, and the panic welled up in each of them like an erupting volcano. Wordlessly, they sprang into action, splitting up to look for you in the most efficient way. Steve circled the carousel, his heart dropping as he scanned each animal and found every one vacant. Bucky went back to the cafe, maybe you’d finished your chocolate milk and tried to go back for seconds, but no luck there either. You couldn’t have gone that far, and you definitely would never leave the zoo on your own, but being who they were, there was always the fear in the back of your daddies’ minds that someone would target you to get to them.
They didn’t even want to give that notion a second thought. After clearing the cafe and the carousel, Steve and Bucky met back up at your table to make sure you hadn’t come back, before widening their search. They were about to find a zoo employee to help them when suddenly, a mechanical whirring caught their attention. Both their heads snapped over to the source of the noise, and they were just in time to see a strip of photos fall out of one of the photobooths in the zoo plaza - a strip of photos of you.
The breath they’d each been holding let out as you pulled back the curtain and stumbled back out into the daylight. You were surprised to see your daddies there waiting for you, expecting them to still be at your table
“Oh hi daddies!” You said cheerfully, reaching over to retrieve your pictures. “Looky! I got a present for you!”
You tore the photo strip in half, handing one section to Steve and the other to Bucky, but they just stood in stunned silence.
“Baby…” Bucky whispered, crouching down to embrace you with all his strength.
“You like your present, Baba?” You asked, your voice muffled in Bucky’s shirt.
“We love them, angel,” Steve answered, “But please, don’t ever run off without telling us where you’re going, okay? You made Daddy and Baba very scared.”
“Oh… I’m sorry.” You said, disappointed in yourself. You hadn’t even realized you were misbehaving, too wrapped up in surprising your daddies with your special gift to realize you hadn’t thought through your plan all that well.
Bucky let you go with a kiss on your cheek, and you kissed him back, and Steve as well.
“Thank you for apologizing, baby,” Bucky said, “And thank you for the present. We love it, angel.”
Bucky put the photos of you smiling at the camera in the front pocket of his wallet where he could always look at your angelic face whenever he needed to. Steve put the photos in his shirt pocket, vowing to put it in his compass as soon as he got home.
#little!reader#stucky x little!reader#daddy!stucky x little!reader#daddy!stucky#marvel agere#bucky x little!reader#steve x little!reader#steve rogers x little!reader#daddy!bucky#daddy!steve rogers#cg!steve rogers#cg!bucky#cg x little!reader#sfw agere#chloe's fic
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If Hades raised Bianca and Nico and took them to camp later-er
Bianca's Hair
Bianca's hair means a lot to her.
She's often told by everyone that she looks like her mother. And whenever Nico misses their Mama, he would go to Bianca and seek comfort because she reminded him of her because Nico was too young to remember what she looked like.
Bianca has vivid memories of their mother brushing her hair and styling it. Which is why Bianca's very protective of her hair; it's the last thing her mother had done for her and it was her favorite memory of her. It reminded her of something that was only between the two of them.
She used to decline Persephone whenever she offered to help her with her hair. As much as she loved and adored her, it wasn't the same as her mother.
Bianca froze at the sound of the snip of scissors
"There! Fixed!" The girl behind her, Chloe, exclaimed, unaware of what she had just done.
Bianca was having trouble detangling her hair again and it was worse than most. After failing, she gave up and asked one of her co-hunters to help her out.
Bianca turned around and looked at the girl and saw how much of her hair she had cut off. She looked at the chunk of hair then back at Chloe.
"Hey, I'm ba-" Thalia came in and locked eyes with them. "WHAT HAPPENED?!" She exclaimed.
"W-well her hair was really messy again so I helped her out" Chloe explained. "So you cut it off?! Did you even bother asking her if she was okay with it?!" Thalia yelled, marching towards them.
"She asked for my help"
"I asked you to help me detangle my hair. When I said to do whatever it took, I meant to pull really hard!" Bianca cried. She felt a somewhat familiar feeling in her stomach as she looked at the section of where Chloe cut. From the waist (almost hip) length she had, it had been cut to only reach midtorso. She wanted to scream and shout.
"You always had trouble fixing it, so, I thought that maybe I could help you out. I mean, even during quests, your hair always gets in the way"
Both Thalia and Bianca looked at her. "Excuse me?" She said it like she was being polite but you could hear how much she heard what the girl said and took offense.
"Your hair is always a mess, it's too long, it makes you look like you have a mop on your head and you always braid it wrong." Chloe listed.
"Chloe! What the hell?!" Thalia shouted. "I only did what was for the better. Bianca, trust me, this is for the best" Chloe said.
Bianca didn't know what came over her as she stormed out of the cabin. The moment she bursted the doors open, she saw black thorny vines creeping onto the cabin. They wrapped around the pillars, crept towards the entrance, climbed up the walls; they were everywhere. The violet veins that crept inside the vines and roots glowed. She stepped back at the sight of it.
Then she heard Thalia and Chloe coming up behind her and seeing what she did.
Thalia stared before grabbing Bianca's wrist and dragging her to the Aphrodite Cabin.
"Wait, Thal-" the older pushed the door open and bursted into the room, shocking the residents. "Any of you guys know how to fix this?" She points to Bianca. Still stunned (both by the door and Thalia's audacity), they just stared. Then Silena stood up and walked over to them.
"What happened?" She asked. "Something happened with one of the co-hunters and now her hair is ruined" Thalia explained. Bianca narrowed her eyes at her. It wasn't that simple.
Silena raised a hand to touch her hair but Bianca flinched away. The daughter of Aphrodite tried again and when Bianca didn't flinch away, she ran her fingers on her hair and examined it.
"That was a lot of hair." She remarked. Bianca blushed abd looked away. "I guess we can fix it. I'm guessing you want it to be as long as possible?" Silena smiled. "Yes, please!" The younger replied almost immediately.
"We'll see what we can do"
Thalia groaned. "Good. Now once you're done, you can clean up the mess you made of the cabin. For now, just calm down and trust them. I'll deal with Chloe"
#pjo#percy jackson and the olympians#percy jackson#headcanon#bianca di angelo#nico di angelo#hades#persephone#thalia grace
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ღ matildas masterlist
﹄caitlin foord﹃
✎ the story of us | meet her in the afterglow
✎ breaking the internet
✎ not a total loss
﹄charli grant﹃
✎ that’s my girl
﹄chloe logarzo﹃
﹄courtney nevin﹃
✎ number one rule
✎ her support system
﹄cortnee vine﹃
﹄ellie carpenter﹃
✎ sick day
﹄hayley raso﹃
﹄katrina gorry﹃
✎ the secret wife
✎ baby fever
﹄kyra cooney-cross﹃
✎ the accidental encounter
✎ my heart has a little crush on you
✎ admiring from afar
✎ the forgotten love
﹄mackenize arnold﹃
﹄steph catley﹃
✎ tough day
✎ friends don’t look at friends that way | pending
✎ strawberry kisses
✎ love at first sight
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saw a headcanon ask and now you get one too. favorite blorbo headcanons?
ooh yay thank you!! i'm just gonna do the first 10 i can think of, here we go:
drew stans weezer unironically. he has a reddit account solely for debating whether the blue album or pinkerton is better. i stand by this
in my timeline of events for my fics, zoey's done contests before DP. her first circuit was actually in johto, because she wanted to challenge herself by going somewhere entirely new. that's where she got misdreavus from! daisy oak was her mentor figure, and she also competed alongside marina and became good friends with them both
another zoey hc - i think it would be really funny if her type was extroverted blue-haired coordinators. dawn, obviously but also marina and lisia
ash has synesthesia. and perfect pitch, even though he's never played an instrument. cilan is jealous and outraged at the latter
gary had a poetry/journaling phase when he was around 15 in sinnoh. he was inspired by his grandpa's poetry and proverbs he heard around the region like "when every life meets another, something will be born." so he kept a journal of original poems for a bit, but he abandoned it after a year or so, and nowadays he cringes at his cliches when he looks back. there's probably a few poems unraveling his feelings for ash in there
goh does 80% of his shopping at uniqlo. look at him and tell me he doesn't
chloe pushed herself to be social when she was young, especially because she saw how goh got treated for being antisocial, but as she grows up she comes to realize that she has a lower social battery than she would like. if she has two (2) packed social days in a row she will lose her mind
serena and chloe were obsessed with cimorelli's youtube covers when they were in their early teens. they grow out of it but it comes up as a big "wait, what? you actually know what i'm talking about?" moment when they become friends in their 20s
social media hcs: misty was a myspace girlie, gary knows that twitter is now (regrettably) X but he draws the line at knowing what tiktok is, dawn and may thrived during the vine era but only dawn actively uses tiktok, serena was all about that 2014 instagram christian girl autumn aesthetic, lana streams on twitch, brock was the first of his friends to join facebook and that's where he peaked, iris only created her social media accounts once she became unova champion, zoey's accounts are managed by a PR specialist so that she can just relax and play words with friends, ash plays among us but forgets his actual SM accounts exist, and paul is ride or die with his nokia flip phone
ash is the shortest among shigesatogou, but he can still sling both goh and gary over his shoulder no problem (we stan a short athletic king)
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It's Not Easy
A Smallville love story - Clark Kent x OC
Chapter 2 - Metamorphosis
Clark had practically begged Rose to let him walk her home that night. The thought of anything happening to her… The way they had just held each other so intimately, contrasted with the distance they kept between them as they walked. Both of them tried extra hard to keep their hands to themselves. Rose used hers to shield herself from the cold, wrapping her arms around her body, while Clark opted to keep his tucked in the pockets of his jeans. Once they had reached the porch, Rose climbed a few steps while Clark remained at ground level. Clark grinned at her. This was one of the few times Rose was at his eye level. He thought about making a remark about her height, but ultimately decided it was poor timing.
“Thanks for the dance,” Clark stated. Rose shook her head in response.
“I’m glad you’re alright, Clark.”
“Sleep well, Rosalie.” Clark sent a soft smile her way.
Rose leaned over and kissed his cheek softly. This gesture was not common between the two. Clark’s heart skipped as her lips touched the skin of his cheek. Rose then stepped into her home, shutting the door softly.
Clark stared for what felt like minutes. Rose. Ever since that night she checked up on him, he couldn’t get her out of his mind. This girl. She was slowly conquering his waking thoughts. Lana was sweet and gentle, but Rose, she was something else entirely. Since then, he had noticed so many things that made Rose special. Things he hadn’t noticed before. The way her lips parted ever so slightly when she was focused. The way her eyes lit up when Chloe talked about her latest theories. Her giggle after telling one of her corny jokes. The way she would maintain eye contact with him during conversations, even when she had to strain her neck doing so. And she was like him. She had to hide her abilities just like he did. His mind began to wander as he thought about the vines that sprouted from Rose’s arm. He wondered if she would ever trust him enough to tell him herself. He hoped that one day she cou- His eyes darted to a tree on the far end of the Potter property. He could’ve sworn he heard rustling but it was silent. He squinted, trying to get a good look at the branches. He shook his head. Must’ve been the wind.
Rose tiptoed through her dark, quiet house. It seemed as though everyone had turned in for the night. She passed Lana’s room on her way to her own. She barely heard her soft snores as she walked by. Rose hadn’t realized just how long she had stayed at Clark’s. She turned to her room, and furrowed her eyebrows. Did Lana steal something from her room and forget to turn off the light? What a waste of energy. She opened the door and looked around the room. Maybe she could spot what it was she was missing.
Her eyes fell on a small box on top of her bed. She looked around again, suddenly feeling a gaze on her. She stepped forward, setting a hand on the lid and lifting it. As if it couldn’t get any more bizarre, about 8 butterflies flew from the box. They danced around her room as Rose admired them.
She stepped back a bit, watching them. She wondered how they could’ve gotten in her room. She also wondered what kind of sicko would box butterflies and leave them in a girl’s bedroom. She rushed to her window, opening it to let them out. She then gazed out of it, scanning her yard for any unusual objects, possibly a camera. Having failed at finding anything out of the ordinary, Rose closed her window and sighed. She shut her curtains. She would handle it in the morning. For now, all she wanted to do was let her mind wander to Clark.
The farmer’s market was always something Rose enjoyed. She begged Nell for weeks before to rent a stall. Rose did love being a flower girl. But to no avail. Nell felt it was too difficult to haul her flowers over when she had a perfectly nice shop downtown. Luckily, Martha Kent had asked their little group to help set up the Kent Farm’s stall that morning. So Rose got dressed in her favorite pair of working overalls, slipping her hair into a sensible ponytail. She was going to be a farmgirl today.
Chloe picked up Rose and Pete in her gorgeous car. The Kents would’ve been thrilled to let Rose tag along with them, but they only had one pickup that barely sat three and Chloe didn’t mind the extra miles.
“So how was the dance, you two?” Rose wiggled her eyebrows, moving to the edge of her seat to clamp Pete’s shoulders. “Did you guys make out?”
“Of course not,” Chloe rolled her eyes, her classic smile on her face. “Petey and I just went as friends, you know that.”
“Yeah, friends,” Pete laughed softly, his cheeks a tiny bit rosy.
“And what happened to Clark last night, do you know?” Chloe asked, glancing at her through the rear view mirror. “Thought you were his date or something.”
“Let’s not talk about last night,” Rose laughed.
“He stood you up?” Chloe scowled. “I swear, if he did, he’ll be your height by the time I’m done with him.”
“He had a good reason, don’t blame him or anything,” Rose shook her head. “Plus he made up for it after.”
“I know what that means,” Pete smirked, turning in his seat to shoot Rose a knowing look.
“Not like that!” Rose laughed, pushing his face away from her.
“That just means I need to teach my buddy some moves,” said Pete, winking at Rose.
“In your dreams, Ross.”
The Kent Farm stall was quite large. Rose tightened her ponytail and rolled up her sleeves. She spotted the Kent truck, jogging over to it.
“Good morning, Mrs. Kent!” Rose smiled, giving her a hug.
“Good morning, Rosalie,” Martha gave her a firm squeeze. “Thanks for agreeing to help out. We just need to unload the truck.”
“You can count on us, Mrs. K,” Pete snapped, lifting a crate of carrots.
Rose lifted a large crate of apples, adjusting it in her arms as she walked.
“Rose!” Clark jogged up to her. A light pink dusting his cheeks. “Here, let me get that for you.”
Clark swiftly swiped the crate from her hands before she could refuse, carrying it with ease.
“Clarkson, your mom asked me to take that,” Rose shook her head. “I’m supposed to be helping, remember?”
“You are helping, you’re my emotional support,” he bent down to plant a kiss on the top of her head.
“I- Well- No-“ Rose stammered, blinking excessively, trying to process the gesture in her mind.
“You’re cute when you’re flustered, Rosalie,” Clark chuckled, shifting the crate to one hand, lightly pushing her in front of him with the other.
“Stop that.”
“Stop what?”
“Being cocky…” Rose muttered, folding her arms across her chest. She halted her movements and turned on her heel to face Clark.
“Do you really want me to?” Clark leaned in, halting about a foot away from her face. “‘Cause it seems like you like it.”
Rose’s face flushed beet red, she covered it with her hands in an attempt to hide. Clark laughed again, ruffling her hair before pushing forward to the stall. Rose shook her head as she watched Clark. Why did he make her like this? She sighed, scanning the farmer’s market. A beautiful wind chime hanging from a glass art stall caught her attention. She approached it, tapping lightly on the multicolored butterflies that hung from it. She admired how delicate they looked. They were gorgeous. Reminiscent of actual butterflies.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” A voice chimed from directly behind her.
Rose turned to see Greg Arkin. He was in a couple of her classes, but, like most kids in this town, he had practically grown up with Rose. Greg was known to be very reclusive. He was a very outgoing child, even used to be friends with Clark and Pete. However, as a teen he had been really closed off. He seldom left his house if he didn’t need to. He usually sported some thick glasses, long, greasy hair and his skin was going through a terrible breakout. At least it had been, the last time Rose had seen him. Which was only a couple days ago, Rose had thought. But now he looked different. Almost unrecognizable. He had a haircut, his face was clear. Maybe he had invested in contacts this time ‘round. He sported a leather jacket. Rose noticed that whenever a teenage boy wanted to seem cool, he’d sport a leather jacket and slick his hair back with lots of gel.
“Greg! Wow, you look great!” Rose grinned, tilting her head a bit. “I could barely recognize you without the glasses. That’s normal, though. Glasses sort of frame the face in a way that distorts it somehow.”
“Did you know the average butterfly only lives for eight hours?” Greg reached to tap a butterfly that was right next to Rose’s head.
”No time for idle chitchat,” Rose smirked, eying him. “Their goal is to mate. Hell of a prerogative.”
“My thoughts exactly,” Greg matched her smirk, raising an eyebrow slightly. “Rose, I was wondering if you’d help me with my Lit paper?”
“Nathanael West assignment fucking you over?” Rose gave a little smile.
“Yeah, it’s kicking my ass.” He shared her grin.
This guy’s kinda cute, Rose thought, admiring his smile. “Sure, I’ll help ya, bud.”
“Great, how ‘bout my house, after school?”
“I’d love to, but I’ve got a couple things I gotta do for the Torch,” Rose winced. “Library might be better for me.”
“It’s a date.”
“Hey, Rose,” Lana walked up to the flirting couple. “Nell’s lookin for ya. You didn’t talk to her about homecoming?”
“Fuck- I’ll catch ya later, Greggo.” She waved, before sprinting off.
Clark found himself staring at Rose yet again that morning. She broke through his walls and ran with his heart without even trying. He wondered why he ever wasted time longing for Lana. He marveled at how fast he was falling for his best friend. How could he have dismissed her so easily? It was as if he was finally seeing her for the first time. He wondered if she was feeling it too. Clark wasn’t oblivious, he knew the effect he had on Rose. He knew she loved him. But was he worthy of that? He wanted it. He wanted her. But could he keep her safe if he pursued her? Could he guarantee her a life she deserved?
He watched as Rose dipped under the butterfly wind chime, and behind a stall, presumably hiding from her mother. She had not noticed her not-so-secret admirer.
“She has a sort of glow to her today, doesn’t she?” Clark turned at the sound of the voice. There stood Nell Potter, watching her daughter as she hid from her.
“Believe me, Ms. Potter,” Clark started, his gaze returning to the oblivious Rose. “Your daughter has always had that glow.”
“I see you‘ve taken a liking to our little flower, Clark,” Nell grinned. “So history does repeat itself. How cheeky of the universe.”
“I’m having trouble following…”
“Oh, don’t worry about it, dear,” Nell sighed. “Just an old woman recounting her past.”
Rose had managed to avoid her mother by going back to the Kent Farm stall. Avoiding her mother was easy when she was with the Kents. Nell didn’t like being around them. Something about events that transpired before Martha and Jonathan got together. Rose never bothered to pay much attention to the details, though she did want to hear the hot parent gossip.
Rose spotted Clark taking a crate of apples back to the truck. She ran over and swiftly plucked it from his hands.
“Here, let me get that for you,” She echoed his words from before, grinning wide.
“You’re something else, Potter.” Clark smiled at her actions, admiring her little victory.
”You sound like that blonde kid in Harry Potter,” Rose replied, walking over to the Kent Family Truck, a little bit of a bounce in her step.
“You have to stop saying that every time I refer to you by your last name,” Clark followed.
“I’ll never stop,” Rose smirked. “As long as it’s still my last name, that is.”
“Can’t knock your taste in women,” Rose turned her head at the sound of a calm voice. Her smile faded as she saw Lex Luthor. He plucked a bright red apple from Rose’s crate.
“Hey, rich bitch, you have to pay for that,” Rose spat.
“You wanna tell me what happened last night?” Lex asked Clark, ignoring Rose.
“It was just a stupid prank,” Clark replied, taking the crate of apples from Rose and placing it in the truck. He then nudged Rose to shift to the other side of him, putting himself in between the pair.
“You were tied to stake in the middle of a field,” Lex stated. “Even the Romans saved that for special occasions. You could’ve died out there.”
“I appreciate your help, I just want to forget it ever happened.”
“Hey, Clark, Rose,” Jonathan walked over with more produce. “What is the holdup, kids?”
“Mr. Kent!” Lex extended a hand. “It’s good to see ya.”
“Lex.” Jonathan gave him a firm shake before looking at Clark. “Come on, we gotta finish up.”
“Okay, Dad,” Clark replied. Rose followed Jonathan.
“At least I got a handshake this time.”
“You were quiet back there,” Clark stated after catching up to her.
“I don’t really trust him,” Rose sighed. “He was there at Riley Fields last night.”
“He’s the one who untied me.”
“He did?” Rose looked back briefly at Lex. She smiled at Clark. “I owe him, then.”
“Oh? And why’s that?” He matched her smile.
“What would I do without the constant presence of my giant friend?” Rose asked, reaching her hand up to pat his cheek a couple times before skipping forward.
Clark grinned, watching her as she plucked another crate and spun on her feet, towards the truck. She winked at him as she passed him again.
“Get a move on, son.” Jonathan clapped Clark’s back as he passed by, breaking him from his daze. Clark coughed an apology before getting back to work.
The busy lobby of the popular ‘Fordman Family Diner’ aided Rose’s thoughts as she typed away on her rather bulky laptop.
“So the regular?” A dirty blonde with piercing blue eyes smiled at Rose. “For the both of you?”
”Yes-ya-yeah,” Rose’s writing partner stammered out.
Dante Ripley. He was a sophomore in Smallville High. There were very few members of the Smallville Torch. Four. Really three. Clark was an official member of the paper, but typing out the lunch menu and the school calendar was hardly hard hitting journalism. Now Dante. Dante was an author, aspiring, of course. He dabbled in creative writing and he was good at it. His short stories and poems were featured on the last page of the Torch every week. Like clockwork, every Tuesday afternoon, the members of the school newspaper would share a couple of baskets of fries and finish up that week’s paper.
“And will the chatty one be joining us today?” The waitress asked.
“Yeah, she’s running a bit late,” Rose replied, a soft smile appeared. “How’s your brother by the way?”
“Oh, Whitney’s fine, he wasn’t too hurt from the accident. Just a couple scratches,” Valerie Fordman nodded before tapping on her notepad. “I better put these in.”
Dante’s eyes fixed on the waitress as she walked away. Rose slapped the back of his head.
“Ow!” Dante exclaimed, rubbing the area to ease the pain.
“Eyes front, soldier.”
“Rose-“ Chloe marched up to their usual booth. “Hey, didn’t you have that study date with Greg Arkin?”
“Fuck. Yeah, I did,” Rose replied as Chloe slid into the booth with Dante. “I told him I had to do some last minute Torch writing, and he asked me if I was blowing him off for Clark.”
“Like Clark even comes to these,” Chloe laughed.
“Are you saying you wouldn’t blow anyone off for Clark?” Dante questioned, raising an eyebrow.
“Touché,” Rose nodded in defeat.
“Well, you better go check on him,” Chloe suggested. “I mean, Greg seemed pretty heated about your behavior.”
“What’s he gonna do to Clark?” Rose tilted her head at Chloe, puzzled. “Plus, I need to finish this article about the football Coach tonight.”
“I’ll take care of it,” Chloe replied, earning a disapproving groan from Dante.
“Why are you encouraging her to slack off?”
“She isn’t a good writer anyway, and she’s a slow typer,” Chloe retorted. “Better her than us.”
“I’m right here, you know,” Rose rolled her eyes.
“Stick to pictures, sweetheart,” Dante replied, laughing.
“Fuck you guys,” Rose laughed, packing her things.
“I had a feeling you were gonna leave early to see Clark,” Valerie walked up once again to the booth. She held a carry-out bag and a couple milkshakes out to Rose. “So I had these prepared.”
“Damn, you really know your regulars,” Rose chuckled, taking them from her. She then motioned for Chloe to reach into her back pocket to take out her wallet. “How much do I owe ya?”
“$24.56”
Chloe pulled out $30 from Rose’s wallet, slipping it back into her pocket.
“Thanks, Val,” Rose winked, stumbling with the food. “Keep that change.”
After a rather lengthy visit to the Luthor Mansion, Clark found himself with a small, lead chest. Inside contained Lana’s most prized possession. The small necklace contained a green crystal-like stone. Clark had noticed that when he was exposed to it, his abilities would be halted. He would suddenly and unexpectedly feel very weak. His body would stiffen and he would feel this unmatched, excruciating pain. Sometimes he would feel it in his stomach, other times he would feel it in his joints.
He gently opened the chest, staring at the necklace. This was so special to Lana. He knew that. She would always have it on. He couldn’t even remember a day before this one that she wasn’t wearing it. He wondered if this small necklace was the reason he couldn’t bring himself to make a move on her, both physically and metaphorically. He moved his hand closer to the chest, in an attempt to hold the necklace. The sharp pain washed over his hand. He could feel the effects running through his veins. He abruptly shut the chest. The pain ceased and his hand regained its motion.
Clark stopped midway up his stairs to his loft. Was that Lana Lang? Clark slid the chest onto the floor of his loft, quietly draping a blanket over it. It was an effortless attempt at hiding it, but it got the job done.
“Lana…” Clark climbed the rest of the way up as Lana turned around.
“Your mom said I could wait up here. I hope you don’t mind,” Lana gestured to her surrounding area. “This is an amazing place.”
“My dad built it,” Clark smiled softly. “He calls it my ‘Fortress of Solitude.’” Lana chuckled.
“I didn’t know you’re into astronomy,” Lana pointed to the telescope.
“That’s a hobby,” Clark downplayed his interest. “I got that from my parents, but I’m pretty sure I saw Rose eying that catalog months before.”
“Did you know you could see my house from here?” Lana asked, looking into the telescope.
“No, really?” Clark lied, moving the telescope away from her house. “You know, we’ve lived a mile apart our whole lives and you’ve never come over.”
“And you’re wondering what I’m doing here now,” Lana nodded.
“Not that I don’t enjoy the company. But… yes, I was.”
“I found out what Whitney did to you,” Lana walked a few paces away. “The whole scarecrow thing.”
“Rose didn’t tell you?”
“Rose knew?”
“She did, she came to check on me that night.”
Lana stood for a second in disbelief before shaking her head.
“I came to apologize.”
“It’s not your fault. Forget about it.”
“I can’t,” Lana’s gaze softened. “He had no right to do that to you, and you turn around and save his life.”
“I appreciate you coming over here,” Clark turned to look at her once more. “But you’re not the one who should be apologizing.”
“I didn’t come here to defend him,” Lana took a step closer to him, meeting his gaze. “I came here to see you.”
“Who told you?”
“Lex Luthor.” Lana replied. Clark sighed and pressed his lips together. “Dropped some bread crumbs and I followed the trail.”
Clark shook his head, avoiding her gaze.
“I’m glad he did, Clark,” Lana said softly. “He was just being a good friend. You’re lucky, it’s rare.”
“Ah, Lex is definitely one of a kind,” Clark nodded. “So what are you gonna do?”
“I’m not sure,” Lana looked away and out the window. “I thought I knew Whitney. Now I wonder what else I’ve been blind to in my life. He even lost my favorite necklace.”
“Can’t you get it replaced?”
“It sounds kind of weird but it’s made from a fragment of the meteor that killed my parents. Nell had it made. Gave it to me the day she officially adopted me,” Lana smiled. “Told me that. Life is about change. Sometimes it’s painful, sometimes it’s beautiful. But most of the time, it’s both.”
Rose’s blood boiled. She never got this possessive over anyone. She wasn’t the jealous type. Clark just brought that out of her. She knew she had no claim over Clark. She knew they were their own people and Lana and Clark had free will. But, god, did she wish they chose some other way to exercise that right. Rose watched as Lana and Clark chatted away about god knows what. Rose couldn’t hear a word they were saying, just muffled sounds. But she saw everything. And she hated it.
“I better go,” She finally heard clearly. “I’m glad you’re okay, Clark.”
“Fuck,” Rose muttered as she heard footsteps. She set down the food and milkshakes and dove into the nearest stack of hay.
Lana stopped for a second and looked around. Rose cursed at herself for not being more stealthy. Rose let out a sigh of relief as she heard Lana’s footsteps leaving the barn. She climbed out of the hay, dusting herself off.
“You having fun down there?” Rose looked up to see Clark smirking down at her from the railing of his loft. “If you’re looking for something to eat, I hate to break it to you. But hay is for horses.”
“For your information, barnyard boy,” Rose huffed as she picked up the food and walked up the stairs. “I’ve happened to bring sustenance. For humans.”
“Oh, and I’m glad you did,” Clark smiled once she had made her way to him. He grabbed the food from her and set it on his table. “I’m starving.”
“When are you not? You’re like a black hole in there,” Rose poked Clark’s stomach. She was shocked that it didn’t give one single centimeter. Rock hard would be an understatement. She cleared her throat, pulling her hand away. She had never seen him hit the gym or do any core training. He was that strong from farm work alone?
Rose sat on her heels by the couch, unpacking the fries and placing straws in both milkshakes. She happily handed Clark the vanilla one. Clark took a seat behind her, on the couch. He gently picked out hay from her hair.
“Did you come to stargaze?” Clark questioned, a content smile decorated his face.
“Actually, I came to check on you,” Rose took out her bulky laptop and began typing away just as she did back in the diner. “I saw remnants of what was Whitney’s van. It seems I wasn’t the only one…”
“Lana,” Clark nodded, picking the last piece of hay from her hair. “I didn’t invite her, you know.”
“You didn’t invite me either, Clark,” Rose laughed, tapping his hand. “And you don’t need to defend yourself, I’m not accusing you of anything. I wouldn’t have anything to accuse anyway.”
“I meant, you’re always welcome,” Clark sank to the floor, settling down by her side. He reached over her for some fries.
“That’s awfully sweet, Clark,” Rose chuckled lightly, not taking her eyes off her laptop. She lifted the milkshake to her mouth and sipped. “But you understand how that gesture isn’t exactly a special one.”
“You don’t understand,” Clark reached over and moved her face towards him. Meeting her gaze. “I meant I always want to see you.”
“Oh,” Rose felt her cheeks begin to heat up as she shifted her gaze from eye to eye. She swallowed before coughing and brushing away his hand. “Ditto.”
Clark smiled, chuckling as she shifted her gaze back to her laptop. Clark effortlessly peeked just over her shoulder to look at what she was writing. He scanned her article, taking in each word. She never was never one to brag about her writing. Rose always considered herself more of a photographer than a writer, but with the Torch greatly lacking on student participation, everyone had to pick up a couple extra articles. Clark always thought Rose was a talented writer. When he’d asked her why she had little interest in pursuing it, she’d always say “one of my photos could show you way more than what my words could convey.” Even so, Clark thoroughly enjoyed just about everything Rose said or wrote. Her words meant the world to him.
“Crap- It’s dark now,” her sweet voice rang in his ear as Rose took a long glance out his barn window. “I better get going.”
Clark walked her to the stairs, taking a quick look down to ground level. He shouted at his father, offering a hand as Rose said her goodbyes and left.
Rose had been chatting with Martha just on the front porch when she heard a very loud crashing sound. She and Martha rushed back into the barn. Martha rushed to Jon’s side, inspecting him for any injuries. Rose, she went to Clark, doing the same.
“I’ve never seen anyone move like that,” Jonathan stated, slightly out of breath.
“Did you get a look at his face?” Martha asked.
“He came right off the ceiling at me, it was almost as if he-“
“Wasn’t entirely human?” Clark answered, taking Rose’s hands in his to stop her rapid movements. “I saw his face, I think it was Greg Arkin.”
Rose blushed at the gesture, barely paying attention to the conversation. All she noticed was Clark’s hands on hers.
“That’s a name I haven’t heard in a long time,” Martha exclaimed. “You and Pete used to hang out with him in grade school.”
“Why would he wanna hurt you?” Jonathan asked.
“I don’t know.”
“Are you still friends?” Martha asked, tilting her head a bit.
“I pass him in the halls, but people change.”
“I remember his mother used to keep him on a short leash, but I can’t believe he’d hurt a fly.”
“Maybe that’s because he’s too busy collecting them and every other bug he could get his hands on…”
“Clark, kids don’t just leap off the ceiling and attack people.”
“How do you explain that?” Clark let go of Rose’s hands to shine a light on the ceiling. There he revealed slimy green footprints. Rose’s gaze followed the light, now painfully aware of the situation at hand.
“Greg?” She looked between the Kents. “Oh, no…”
“What? Rose,” Clark looked at her. “What do you know?”
“I kind of canceled on him today…” Rose brushed her hand through her hair. “He got upset and asked if I was blowing him off for… Well… You.”
“Well, what did you say?” Martha asked, a bit accusatory.
“I said of course not,” Rose explained. “I canceled because something came up at the Torch, nothing more.”
“Son,” Jonathan looked at his son, gesturing to Rose. “I think you should walk the young lady home. We will talk more about this when you get back.”
Clark nodded, gently placing a hand on her back as he guided her out.
Rose didn’t really like horses. Nell had been an equestrian in her adolescence so she tried to encourage her girls to follow suit as best she could. Lana loved riding. She was good at it. Rose, on the other hand, developed a talent for tumbling to the ground. No, no, she very much hated those spiteful things.
“Whyyyyyyy,” Rose groaned as she followed Lana with arms full of hay. “Why must I help you with this?”
“Because we’re in a fight and Nell wants us to bond,” Lana replied, taking a bundle of hay and placing it in one of the stables.
“Horses hold grudges, you know?” Rose shuddered. “I’m sure Moonlight is just waiting for the perfect time to get back at me for accidentally clipping a couple of her tail hairs when I slipped while grooming her.”
“Moonlight is a sweet mare, she doesn’t hold grudges,” Lana replied, gesturing at Moonlight’s stable.
Rose’s eyes met Moonlight’s.
“She wants to take over the world.”
Lana shook her head as she placed a bundle of hay in Moonlight’s stall.
“Lana!” Whitney jogged into the Stables. “Your aunt said you were out here.
Rose backed a couple paces from the couple. “Should I go?”
“No, stay,” Lana replied before turning her attention back to Whitney. “How’re you feeling?”
“Better,” Whitney started. “That’s not why I’m here, though.”
Rose’s gaze went elsewhere, trying desperately not to look either of them in the eye. The atmosphere in the room was suffocating.
“Lana, when I saw you and Clark outside your house that night, I freaked out,” Whitney explained. “And I wasn’t the only one, Rose did too.”
“Don’t group me with you, I didn’t string up a man.”
“What did you think we were doing?” Lana asked, frowning.
“I guess I got scared,” Whitney sighed. “And did something stupid. I would do anything to take that back.”
“Rose.”
The trio looked in the direction of the voice. Greg stood at the entrance, his eyes fixed on Rose.
“Rose, you need to come with me. Now.”
“No, thanks, Greg,” Rose tried to give her sweetest smile. “I’m helping my friends here.”
“You heard her,” Whitney stood between them. “I think you should leave.”
“She’s mine now.”
“Get away from her,” Whitney marched towards him.
With ease, Greg grabbed Whitney and launched him to the side. Greg then started towards Rose, who had now pulled Lana to stay behind her. She couldn’t believe her eyes, someone else who was exposed to meteor rocks? Rose extended her hand in front of her and raised it. Vines grew from the ground, swiping at his feet at a weak attempt to stop his advances. Rose was never good at using her abilities for defense.
“It’s time, Rose,” Greg said as he marched forward, trampling over her vines.
“Time for what!?” She shouted back, backing up with Lana.
“For us,” Greg pulled her towards him with record strength and pushed Lana to the side. Lana’s body slammed on one of the stable doors.
“Rose!” The sound of Clark’s voice caused the couple to stir awake.
Clark spotted Lana on the ground and quickly helped her up. Whitney walked out from the stall he was thrown into.
“Greg has her,” Whitney said, a bit out of breath.
“What happened?” Clark asked, looking at the both of them.
“I’m not sure,” Lana replied. “He tossed Whitney aside like it was nothing. Rose tried her best to fight back but he grabbed her and tossed me as well.”
“I’ve never seen somebody that strong before,” Whitney stated.
“Which way did he go?”
“He headed off into the woods.” Lana said.
“I think I know where he’s going,” Clark started off on foot.
“Great, I’ll drive,” Whitney offered, following with Lana.
“You know the old Creekside Foundry?”
“The one that got hit with the meteor shower?”
“Follow the dirt track about a hundred yards back, there’s a tree fort in the woods,” Clark explained as Lana and Whitney got in the car.
“How do you know he’s there?”
“Greg used to collect bugs there when we were kids.”
“Look, Kent, I want to apologize,” Whitney started, he and Lana turned back to look at Clark, but he was gone.
The next thing Rose saw was Whitney. He had taken his car key to cut through the web that encapsulated her. She inhaled deeply as she woke from her induced slumber. She sat up, as Lana quickly wrapped her arms around her.
“What the fuck!?” Rose exclaimed, shuddering. She covered her mouth and gagged, patting Lana’s back. “I hate bugs. I may throw up.”
Lana quickly stepped back from her and helped her up.
“Alright, just don’t barf on me.”
“No promises… Wait, where’s Greg?” Whitney opened the treehouse door for them to climb through.
“I’m not sure, but we need to get you to safety,” Lana explained.
“Okay, take me to Clark,” Rose ordered as her feet met the ground.
“We don’t know where he is.”
“Well, maybe he’s-“ Rose’s voice was cut off as she was pulled into a firm hug. Her head bounced off a very strong chest. It spun a bit but having realized who’s chest it was, she couldn’t really care. She wrapped her arms around him.
“Found him,” Whitney stated.
Rose walked up the small staircase. This time with a bag of chips, a blanket, and a couple of pillows. Clark turned to her and grinned.
“Rosalie, what are you doing here?”
“Well…” Rose put on a smile. “A side effect from being kidnapped by a bug man is a couple small little nightmares.”
“I see,” Clark frowned a bit as she stepped closer, adjusting the things in her hands.
“And I owed you a stargazing session,” she lifted the items. “I thought two birds, one stone? I’d feel a lot better with you around.”
“You don’t have to ask me twice,” Clark smiled, he walked towards her, taking her things in one arm and grabbing her hand. He guided her to his favorite spot in the field, laying her blanket on the grass.
He managed to grab his stereo, setting it at a low volume as the two lay in comfortable silence. Rose noted the song, this genre of music really suited Clark, she thought. Sweet and familiar. Wherever You Will Go by The Calling. She mentally noted it. She stared at Clark as he stared at the sky with a contented smile on his face.
If I could make you mine, I’ll go wherever you will go…
Hey Y'all I'm telling you rn I am definitely not the scheduled posting type and I have three different fanfics going on and I write when inspiration strikes. So if you're following my stories I salute you. Thanks so much lovelies <3
#smallville dr#smallville#superman#clark kent#clark kent x oc#superman fanfic#reality shifting#shifting#desired reality#tom welling#tom welling superman#rosalie potter
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Josephine Blanchet
Basics:
Full Name: Josephine Colette Blanchet
Nickname: Josie
Gender: Female
Date of Birth: 18 July, 1873
Heritage: English and French
Blood Status: Pure Blood
Wand: Vine Wood, Unicorn Hair, 10 3/4 inches, Pliant
Transfer student from Beauxbaton Academy
Appearance:
Hair Color: Blonde, usually worn down with the front strands pulled back. In Seventh year she keeps it in more of a braid.
Eye color: Crystal Blue
Skin Tone: Fair with Olive undertones.
Height: 5'7"
Body Type: Slender with gentle curves
Style: Well-fitted clothing that accentuates her figure without being overly revealing. She opts for tailored blouses, dresses, and trousers that showcase her elegance and class. Her clothing is crafted from high-quality fabrics such as silk, satin, cashmere, and fine wool. Blue color palettes are her go to
Features: Soft freckles, scar across the bridge of her nose, gruesome burn scar on her left forearm (from Sebastian in the night of the Catacombs)
Personality:
Traits: Intelligent, Creative, Empathic, Sophisticated, Resilience, Selflessness, Curiosity, Adventurous Spirit
Likes: Organization, Watching Sebastian play Quidditch, Exploring, Star Gazing, Puzzles, Painting, Caring for her Creatures, Spring Time
Dislikes: Confrontations, Feeling Helpless/ Overwhelmed, Dark Wizards and Poachers, Losing Control of her Emotions
Hobbies: Star Gazing, Painting, Spending time with friends
Fears: Death, Being Alone, Failure, Abandonment, Reliving her Trauma
Family and Friends:
Father: Cornelius Sterling
Pure Blood
English
Magizoologist
Hufflepuff
Similar Personality to Arthur Weasley
Mother: Celine Blanchet
Pure Blood
French
Professor and bred Abraxan's at Beauxbaton
Papillonlisse- known for kindness, artistic ability, maturity, and idealistically
Sibling: Chloe Blanchet
Two years younger than Josie
Placed in Hufflepuff
Rebellious and mischievous
Pet: Vega
Kneazle
Blue-Black and Grey fur
Does not like new faces
Friends: Sebastian Sallow, Ominis Gaunt, Vash Stampede (Comes in during The Gunslinger)
Magic:
Boggart: Solomon Sallow
Patronus: Butterflies
Polyjuice: a baby blue color and tastes like blueberries
Amortentia: Fresh paint, Vanilla and Lavender, summer rain
Backstory:
In the quaint town of Cordes-sur-Ciel, nestled atop a hill, Josephine's childhood was steeped in enchantment. Her parents, Magizoologists, fostered a love for magical creatures while Chloe, her younger sister, often looked up to her despite their occasional clashes. Their home was a sanctuary amidst sibling rivalry.
However, tragedy struck during Josephine's fifth year at Hogwarts. The sudden deaths of Professor Fig and the sinister Solomon Sallow left her reeling. Traumatized, she struggled with panic attacks and fainting spells, haunted by the specter of Solomon. Despite the darkness, Josephine found solace in her family's unwavering love and the support of a few trusted friends, embarking on a journey of healing and self-discovery amidst the turmoil.
Academics:
Best Subject: Astronomy
Favorite Subject: Divination and CFMC
Favorite Professor: Hecat
Worst Subject: Ancient Runes
Least Favorite Subject: History of Magic
Least Favorite Professor: Sharp
Student Life:
Never late to class and is most times the 'star' student, except in Professor Binns class.
Gets along well with others and had many friends until Sebastian became too territorial, which wasn't helpful for Josie's depression.
During her Seventh year (The Gunslinger) she abandons her responsibilities at Hogwarts in search for Repositories all over the world in order to harness the power before Nai does and eradicate the muggle world along with most of the Wizarding World. (Still writing)
Career:
Becomes a Healer
Helps her dad on the Magical Creature Reserve
She is an activist for Mental Health within the Wizarding World
*Still writing more to her story so I won't say who she marries etc*
#ai artwork#hogwarts legacy#hogwarts legacy sebastian#hogwarts oc#hogwarts sebastian#sebastian sallow#ai art#ai image#hogwarts rp#hogwarts houses#hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry#wizarding world#hp fandom#hogwarts legacy fanfic#sebastian sallow x mc#trigun#trigun stampede#vash the stampede#vash the humanoid typhoon#crossover#crossover fic#fanfiction#fanfic#my fics#The Serpent and the Eagle#the gunslinger
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Amaranthine, Marinette
And we get the biggest design out of the way. The others will come later, but Marinette's is the only one that matters rn.
Now, break down. I know I've stated I hate designing armor, however I took this design from an old gemsona from back in my SU days, a Dragon Fire Opal. The base armor is the same, but the coloring, mask, and decals are different.
I went with black as a base to ground the brighter colors as I toyed with them. Originally she was going to be platinum and silver, but decided to go with gold because gold is a power source for magical creatures while iron (the gray) hinders magic. Even though it would have been platinum which is better than gold, I had some difficulty pairing the platinum with other colors, especially the gem pieces.
I'm not the type of witch that works with crystals, so research was in order. I was looking for a love crystal for attracting soulmates as that's Marinette's goal. The most obvious choice was Rose Quartz, but it seemed to have the addon of recovering from a prior heartbreak. I kept looking and found Morganite. A crystal like rose quartz, but primarily opening the heart chakra and attracting one's soulmate.
The vine decals come from Marinette's profession in Amaranthine. After meeting Longg, she discovers in her previous life, she was a green witch that worked with herbs and medicines. In her crusade to find her soulmate again, she mixes design, botany, and alchemy (courtesy of Longg) to manage a herb and flower shop. A place to sell natural, enhanced remedies, make flower arrangements, and sell medicinal herbs. I suppose this could make this a flower shop au too, but I'm primarily sticking to the soulmates bit.
Now, the name is where I'm faltering. Given the set up for Marinette to have been Rose's childhood friend and just as into fairytales, knights, and the whole lot, it raised interesting ideas. Her shop will be called Avalon after the legendary island in Arthurian legend where Arthur was brought to in order to recover from his mortal wounds so he may return to be the one true king (varies upon each telling). So, I had a pair of ideas. The first was Nimue, one of the names of the lady of the lake who gives Arthur Excalibur/Caliburn (depends on version). The other name was Pendragon because dragon miraculous, golden royal armor, and the dragon's weapon being a sword. That is if I don't go with Amaranthine.
So, for some fun, Amaranthine is something of multiple meanings. For the unenlightened, the word amaranthine means everlasting, unfading, eternal, and immortal. It also relates to the amaranth flower that is associated with the same meaning, making it symbolic of unfading affection and everlasting love. So, it's a thought rn.
For other designs, they'll come eventually. I know I will need to make designs for Adonis and the snake villain first and foremost. However, y'all will be waiting a hot minute for Ladybug!Chloe and Black Cat!Zoe
#miraculous#miraculous ladybug#miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir#au#miraculous au#alternate universe#fanart#miraculous fanart#design#digital art#marinette fanart#marinette dupain cheng#miraculous marinette#dragon kwami#dragon miraculous#kwami swap#knight#dragon#amaranthine au#amaranthine#mlb design
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Idk how to edit videos, but i was on a vine kick because it’s 2am and I have to finish a paper for my class tomorrow, and I’m stressed and anxious before said class, so naturally it’s procrastination time, therefore, accept these as my humble offering🤲
Mc: I saw you hanging out with Kayley Chloe yesterday
Li after the date with Chloe: mc, it’s not what you think!
Mc: I won’t hesitate bitch 🔫
Mc leaving for casa: when there’s too much drama at school in the villa all you gotta do is walk awAyAyAyAy
Li: don’t tell your mother😀
Mc: kiss one another🤷♀️
Li: DIE FOR EACH OTHER😀
Mc: *flips over*
Amelia and Mc at some point I’m sure: this is why mom doesn’t FUCKING love you
Mc after the big zeph reveal from Amelia: ah fuck. I can’t believe you’ve done this.
Mc leaving the villa: 🎶fuck this shit i’m out🎶
Mc watching Jamal do a skateboard trick into the pool: that was legitness😃
Ryan’s singing: 🎶I love you, bItcH. I ain’t never stop loving you, bItCh🫵🎶
Ryan: 🎶let me hop out the *dun dun* porche i don’t want her if that🎶
Me: 🎶shUt tHe fUcK uP🎶
Li getting in bed with Amelia: daddy? Mc?
Amelia: do I look like-
Me and my trust issues to everyone and fusebox: Don’t fuck with me - I have the power of god and anime on my side AHHH🤺🤺🤺
When Amelia first appeared: I thought you were bae… turns out you’re just fam…😔🤟
Mc to her li during the rodeo challenge: 🎶cõüntrÿ bôì i lóvė ÿōùœ👅🎶
All of us players every Wednesday: it’s Wednesday my dudes EHHHHHHH😫
Grace fighting mc: what the fuck is UP Kyle mc? No, what did you SAY? What the FUCK Kyle mc? step the FUCK up Kyle mc
Elliot because he just looks exactly like that guy: stop saying I look like Chicken Little.🐥 he’s dumb, he’s a coward, and I’m NOT a COWARD🤓
Roberto: [insert whip nae nae piano vine which is apparently what it’s called?]
#this was important#also#someone tell me to pull my shit together#litg#love island the game#litg s6#litg double trouble#litg everyone
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4 F's of February
Feast: Lyrics
A lot of song lyrics from very romantic songs. And a lot of country music because... old southern values means a lot of food talk in the lifetime story... Anyway, enjoy and write responsibly.
"I keep on hopin' we'll get cake by the ocean." Cake by the Ocean by DNCE
"And a little bit of chicken fried." Chicken Fried by Darius Rucker
"Sugar, oh honey honey." Sugar Sugar by Dylan Delato
"All you gotta do is put a drink in my hand." Drink in my Hand by Eric Church
"Pour some sugar on me." Pour Some Sugar on Me by Def Leppard
"Tequila makes her clothes fall off." Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off by Joe Nichols
"Sugar pie, honey bunch." I Can't Help Myself by The Four Tops
"A caramel-colored sunset sky." Watching Airplanes by Gary Allan
"She's my cherry pie!" Cherry Pie by Warrant
"Big straw hat, banana drink." Key Lime Pie by Kenny Chesney
"I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts." I've Got a Lovely Bunch of Coconuts by Danny Kane
"Caramel kisses you send my way." Caramel Kisses by Faith Evans
"Have some chicken and some baked beans." That's What I Love About Sunday by Craig Morgan
"Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth." Song of the South by Alabama
"Life is just a bowl of cherries." Cheeseburger in Paradise by Jimmy Buffet
"Made from the biggest watermelons on the vine." Watermelon Crawl by Tracy Byrd
"And I'm eating rice and pintos." Do You Want Fries With That? by Tim McGraw
"You be my glass of wine, I'll be your shot of whiskey." Honey Bee by Blake Shelton
"Watch my corn pop up in rows." Where the Green Grass Grows by Tim McGraw
"Rain makes corn, corn makes whiskey." Rain is a Good Thing by Luke Bryan
"And he said, 'Honey, you oughta know." All-American Girl by Carrie Underwood
"Her ruby red lips was sippin' on sweet tea." Barefoot Blue Jean Night by Jake Owen
"What a field looks like full of corn and cotton." Take a Back Road by Rodney Atkins
"Just a spoon full of sugar make it better real quick." Stuck Like Glue by Sugarland
"Fallin' on deaf ears of corn." International Harvester by Craig Morgan
"Is a double shot of Crown." Bartender by Lady A
"For barbeques, tailgates, fairs and festivals." Red Solo Cup by Toby Keith
"You're as sweet as strawberry wine." Tennessee Whiskey by Chris Stapleton
And a few extra lyrics to swap out during the month.
"Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack." Tik Tok by Ke$ha
"Baby look like a candy." Candy by Mingo (feat. Chloe
"O my darling, sugar" Dear Ariaella by Blessed Branco
"Could you hand me some sugar?" Sugar by Way Too Fast Zombies
"I'm gonna pop your bubblegum heart." Bubblegum B*tch by Marina
Buy me a Kofi?
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Just curious, do you have any positive opinions on kainown? They’re the ones who drew Re-armed Plumeria, Duo Cathmir and Chloè.
I think their art is good! Their shading of chests gets a little weird sometimes (like there’s always an unshaded triangle space above the chests) but overall I’ve been really happy with their art.
So Kainown drew Bridal Cecelia, Summer Shamir and Catherine, Chloe, and Re-Armed Plumeria.
If there’s one thing I appreciate from their seasonal pieces, it’s that the subjects always look like they’re having fun:
Cecelia looks like she’s having the time of her life! I love it, and it’s a good use of expression.
Or how about Duo Shamir and Catherine?
It’s really nice to see Shamir smiling, and of course Catherine is having a blast.
And even in these two, the posework is nice and the color work is vibrant.
And their work for Re-armed Plumeria was great:
That’s some solid design-work right there, even if it’s just building off of Yoshiku’s design. I like that they spread her vine hair out much more.
I think the only real criticism I can bring up is just that they don’t seem to have a huge variety in the characters they’ve drawn. So far it’s been women. I don’t think they’ll be tackling dudes any time soon, but it is what it is. There’s also the aforementioned weird shading of the chests, but that’s minor.
I think Kainown’s got a nice solid 8/10. I can see them doing a lot of good seasonal art in the future; maybe they’ll be New Year’s Seidr or Nerthuz.
#Fire Emblem Heroes#FEH#ask game#Kainown seems to be a relatively newer artist so I’ll keep an eye on their work
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SCRAPPED HALLOWEEN AU SMALL CHAPTER!!
This is a scrapped Halloween AU that I haven’t thought much about.
SONGS TO LISTEN TO WHILE READING!!
Christmas Kids by Roar ( I know this is a Halloween thing but still )
Happy Together by The Turtles
Riptide by Vance Joy
Brazil by Declan McKenna
Oblivion by Grimes
Wasted Summers by Juju<3
What Once Was by Her’s
Money by The Drums
Orpheus Under The Influence by The Butterstones
Song About Me by TV Girl
Bodys by Car Seat Headrest
Michelle by Sir Chloe
New Flesh by Current Joys
Alien Blues by Vundabar
Romantic Homicide by D4VD
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[ Eve of the Moons ]
Prologue :
Lover’s Suicide
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He should have stopped when he could.
There was no real reason why this had to happen, there wasn’t a real reason why Sousuke had to do it.
But now his best friend and himself are dead.
And I mean dead as in laying in piles of Red Spider Lilies, holding each other’s pinkies as if they couldn’t clasp their hands together before life completely left them.
It was frigid and bitter. Sousuke didn’t know if that was their bodies draining the blood from their veins because the flowers were implaling every one of their limbs, or the tenebrous pit they fell into.
The flowers felt warm. The crimson liquid seeping from their arms, legs and chest soaked into the dirty ground beneath, Red Spider Lilies’ vines were absorbing it all.
Isn’t this an interesting way to pass? Isn’t this an interesting place to die?
It was pretty ugly too.
Sousuke thought so.
Maybe his best friend thought so too.
He gripped the familiar’s pinkie finger harder, wanting to be comforted by a hand engulfing his. Making the first move, like the person always did.
But that wasn’t the case here.
Was the person already dead? They couldn’t be, they fell at the same time, and he was still conscious!
This wasn’t fair.
He could barely remember how it came to this.
This wasn’t fair. Not at all.
Sousuke wanted to live some more. To be alive means to live life to the fullest. No matter what.
That’s what his mom told him..
He wanted to grow older and older and older with the people he cared for, and that only consisted of his mother, his 15 year old brother, and his best friend he met in 5th grade.
He’s known the person for three years. And his mom and brother forever.
Forever, right?
He thinks so.
Sousuke’s not so sure who the person beside him was though.
The person’s skin was starting to rot, it grew old and shabby, and crusty and dry. Veiny, skinny, pale.
His best friend wasn’t old. Or shabby, or crusty and dry and veiny and skinny and pale.
Was this even… The person he met while in 5th grade after school detention for too many tardy slips ? ( I know there is no detention in Japanese schools but this is crucial to the story )
He’s 13 now…
Maybe he forgot.
Maybe he forgot how the person looked.
Maybe he jumped into a pit with another person. A person he didn’t know or care for, that was going to jump in without him.
The person was on the edge, so ready to give their life away. Then he came in, hugged them tight as the ground cracked at their feet.
That’s how he ended up here.
He thought his best friend was suicidal and promising the person what he would have promised to one of his favorite persons in the whole world.
Sousuke forgot what he promised.
That’s ok.
It wasn’t, but who would care now?
He’s dying. So close because of the way his eyelids fought him to close shut.
He could barely breathe anymore. His soul got weak when blood slowly continued to pour.
He felt weak. And sick.
If there was anyone, anyone in the world he’d want to be in this predicament with is his mother, big brother and/or best friend. The person and his blood mixed into each other’s. He wished it was his favorite peoples’ blood, instead of a stranger.
Sousuke wondered. If this wasn’t his best friend beside him, then where was his best friend?
He was probably living. Life was still full and sunny for him. Full of seasons and school and getting old.
His best friend was always like that, anyways. Full of life. That’s what they were.
Not him. Not Mitsuba.
Mitsuba was as bitter as his best friend’s brother.
Sad and depressed, sullen, bland, a struggle. A burden.
Mistuba wasn’t meant to be friends with that person he met three years ago. He knows it. It wasn’t fate. His best friend had faith in their relationship, that’s how they kept interacting.
The interactions got less awkward. They did everything together as they got through school and met new people along with his best friend’s brother.
His best friend’s brother wasn’t a fan of him. He knows that the brother secretly hated him. For what reason? He didn’t know.
He knows that the brother hated him because he’d always give him a bland look, they’d avoid him, make his best friend avoid him, try to minimize his best friend’s and his hangouts, ecsatra.
He was still cool with him, he just figured the brother was some jealous and insecure guy, since his best friend said the brother didn’t have many friends. Didn’t want any either.
His best friend was his best friend for a reason.
They always said Sousuke was just as optimistic and sunny as them, even more than them.
Just as carefree, confident, euphoric, helpful, and could treat beings with their kindness if he tried.
He believed them. He believed every word his best friend said and would say whenever they both had long calls at night, or when he would cry his heart out at them, accusing them of caring too much while they continued to do so.
To them, Mistuba and Sousuke were completely different people.
They said Mitsuba was his father’s last name.
Sousuke was the name their mother gave him. Just as she gave him life. Even if it meant messing with a petty thing like his father.
Mitsuba was full of grudges. Sousuke was full of life.
Mitsuba Sousuke regrets believing.
Because now he was only Mitsuba.
He left his destiny just like his father left his responsibilities of being a father.
Or maybe this was destined.
Maybe this was meant to happen. Maybe Mistuba was meant to meet the weird, obnoxious kid in detention. Maybe they were supposed to forge a bond and spend the rest of their three years of living together. Mistuba was supposed to turn into Sousuke.
Then he relapsed.
And maybe he was supposed to love his best friend too much. Care too much. Do anything for them.
That’s how he ended up here.
God didn’t make mistakes.
This wasn’t a mistake.
He was supposed to be foolish and risk a precious thing such as life all in the name of saving a stranger who he thought was his friend.
Mitsuba fell into the pit. And took Sousuke with him.
He felt bad.
Now his best friend wouldn’t be able to see neither Mitsuba nor Sousuke.
His best friend said they loved both sides.
Now they were only going to mourn.
So were his two other favorite people.
Mitsuba felt like the same flowers that he laid in were shoved down, clogging his throat.
He couldn’t speak.
He was able to mutter though.
“I’m sorry stranger. I’m sorry bestie. I’m sorry mother. I’m sorry brother.”
This wasn’t his best friend who’s name started with a T.
He couldn’t remember their name.
Even before his consciousness slipped.
Death had their arms wrapped around his throat now.
His best friend, his mother and brother would beg for life to save him.
To save Mitsuba and Sousuke.
But he wished it never did.
He didn’t deserve it.
He could only want it more.
If it meant gracing the presence of the people who made his life full.
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HOPE Y’ALL LIKED THE CHAPTER!
THIS WILL PROBABLY PROGRESS.
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#tbhk#anime#mitsuba#sousuke mitsuba#mitsuba sousuke#jshk mitsuba#tbhk mitsuba#jshk fanfic#tbhk fanfic#my tbhk au#my jshk au#halloween au#halloween story#short chapter#poetic writing#poetic story#angst chapter#angst story#best friends#green person
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PRDC headcannons
♡=Romantic HC. (Doesn't have to be about the first two people in the HC. [I.E. Any ship with polygamy, and/or multiple people dating the same person but not eachother, involved.])
◇=Normal HC
♤=Family HC
☆=Friendship HC
♤Matt loves to make fun of Riley and Kaylee. (Mainly because he is their older brother and they do things like that.)
◇Chase loves to watch videos of people doing stupid stuff and/or getting hurt and laughs his ass off. Every. Single. Time.
♡Whenever Chase laughs at something or tells a bad joke Riley has to fight back a smile.
♡Matt plans out the best dates to take Ivan out on, but he never asks him out because he's too scared Ivan will reject him, so he just has a notebook with date ideas.
♡After Ivan FINALLY asks Matt out he takes him to his apartment, which he rents with the money he gets from the Café, and cooks them some dinner. (IDC what other people say my man Ivan knows how to cook very well.)
♡Chase just quietly dotes on Riley whenever he isn't looking, mainly when Riley and Kendall or Zenowing are playing Chess.
♤Shelby's family has a family dinner every Tuesday and sometimes Tyler and Kaylee join.
☆Matt pretends to not like Chase, but he is actually really good friends with him and they will talk a lot.
◇Chase is a VERY big theater nerd, his favorite musical is Heathers. (It just so happens that Heathers is also his favorite movie.)
◇Shelby, Riley, Kendall, Kaylee, and (kinda) Tyler are also theater kids.
☆Chase is really clingy towards all of his friends, so when he starts to become overwhelmed he becomes even more clingy and literally HAS to be holding a friends hand or hugging them to calm himself down.
☆Ivan and Riley bond and talk while sword fighting with each other.
♡Every once in a while Tyler and/or Kaylee will leave a little (or not so little depending on the day she's having) note in Shelby's bag to tell her how much they love her or all the little things that they love about her.
♤Riley's, Kaylee's, and Matt's dad is named Jerry.
♤Jerry (Mr. Griffin) has a dog that is named Jax. (Matt named him)
☆Chase is super protective of all of his friends.
♤Chloe figured out Chase was a Power Ranger when Santa flew Chase to New Zealand in season 1. She had her suspicions after Rise of a Ranger, but the Christmas episode confirmed it.
♡Ivan loves Matt's smile so much that he will do whatever he can to make him laugh/smile.
☆Shelby and Riley have a weekly dinner where they just talk about life. (Just like Joey and Phoebe in Friends.)
◇Matt absolutely adores Shelby, and treats her like family. (So does Hope [Mrs. Griffin] tbh.)
◇Hope (Mrs. Griffin) loves Chase and lets him come over whenever he wants to.
♡Tyler and Kaylee talk about Shelby a lot, to anyone, at any time.
◇The reason Kaylee doesn't live at the ranch during the summer is because there is a NASA program, that she does, at her college.
♤When they were younger people thought that Kaylee and Riley were identical twins because Riley had long hair and he looks a lot like Kaylee. (This happened from the ages 2-5. [Riley cut his hair really short with scissors he thought were toy scissors.])
◇Chase loves talking to Hope and Jerry (Mrs. and Mr. Griffin) and has their phone numbers. (They love talking to him as well.)
◇Riley's favorite musical show is Julie and the Phantoms, he does not care that it's a 'kids show', he finished it in one day thinking it would be a light-hearted show but ended up bawling his eyes out by the end. (He was pissed off when he found out Netflix canceled it.)
♤Riley convinced Hope (Mrs. Griffin) to watch Julie and the Phantoms with him.
◇Chase, Tyler (and Riley sometimes) quote Vines a lot to confuse Ivan and Koda.
◇Chase LOVES spiders. (He has five of them: Ember, Phantom, Raven, Skreech, and Breaker.)
#power rangers dino charge#Riley Griffin#Chase Randall#Kaylee PRDC#Kaylee Griffin PRDC#Zenowing PRDC#Kendall Morgan#Shelby Watkins#Sir Ivan of Zandar#Tyler Navarro#Mrs. Griffin PRDC#Mr. Griffin PRDC#Chloe Randall PRDC#Koda PRDC#Matt Griffin PRDC#shelby x tyler#Sir Ivan of Zandar x Matt Griffin#Matt Griffin x Sir Ivan of Zandar#Shelby x Kaylee#chiley#Power Rangers Dino Charge headcannons#Griffin Siblings PRDC#Griffin Family PRDC
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I would have to seriously ponder the Gramarye involved, but the physical component of the far-speaking device seemed simple enough; just a cup with a string attached to the bottom. I apported some bark and fibrous vines from the forest and quickly fashioned a pair of adequate (if rustic looking) handsets.
"What do you think?" I asked the witches as I turned and displayed my handiwork. "A matching pair of mugs! And that's what I shall call them! A truly elfly name for this invention: Mumble-Mugs! Has a nice ring to it, eh?"
"Meh," Gretchen shrugged. "The alliteration is nice, but…"
"Tell-O-Cup is easier to say," Petunia insisted.
"The name 'Mumble-Mug' makes me think the message will be garbled and indecipherable," Chloe pointed out.
"It's appropriate, I guess," Rebecca admitted. "The message usually WAS garbled and indecipherable."
"Well the name isn't final," I scowled. "What I wanted you to notice was my creativity and industriousness. These are made from all natural materials! It's more sustainable than metal or ceramic."
"Cheaper, you mean," Burnside quipped.
"Cost is not the issue," I retorted. "But never mind. I can see that the niceties of manufacturing are lost on you. Now, I need to try and recreate the Gramarye on these things. Ash said it was simple when he gave the first one to me. I just have to magickally connect the two strings together … oh! Speaking of Ash, I should call him and find out what he's doing. Perhaps he could explain the enchantment to me. Or if he's not busy, he could report on the trial and I wouldn't have to enchant these at all!"
I picked up the original Mumble-Mug, pulled the string taut, and yelled into it: "Ash! Ash Marten!" I turned my head and pressed the cup to my ear, but heard only silence. "Dr. Cesawonki!" I yelled into it again. "Answer! Hey! Hello! Blast it, he's not answering."
"Ash is too busy to answer his Tongue-Waggin-Flagon right now, Sire," an Ixie informed me as she flitted up and saluted. "He hath much to do, reviewing briefs and selecting jurors."
"What??" I declared, cutting right to the heart of the matter.
"Ash Marten is a Prominent Citizen, much respected in the local community," the Ixie explained.
"That scoundrel?" I scoffed. "Prominent? RESPECTED??"
"Thou knowest how cunning he is," she reminded me. "How perfidious, how sly. He masterfully manipulateth public perception of himself, and, to come to the point, the townsfolk and the rabbits have agreed to appoint Ash as judge in the witch trial."
I blinked for a few seconds, then said: "Kindly inform Judge Marten that I wish to speak to him. Immediately."
"I bear other news, Sire," the Ixie continued. "Concerning the Reverend O'Hoppity, our findings are very dark indeed."
"That was quick," I remarked. "It would have been nice if all of you had been this efficient before now. But all right, what did you discover? I knew he couldn't possibly be untouchable. Everyone has dark secrets. Everyone is guilty of something, you just have to dig around to find it."
"Oh yes, Sire, he doth indeed have a secret. But … the Parson's sin is far darker than we ever imagined. I shudder to recount it."
"What," I asked, my mouth suddenly dry, "is it?"
"Reverend O'Hoppity's clandestine depravity would shame a mel of the cloth from any faith," the Ixie intoned dramatically.
"Tell me!" I shrieked, unable to bear the suspense.
"Very well, Sire," the Ixie declared. "Reverend O'Hoppity … believe it or not … is a partaker in, and practitioner of … I cannot say it …"
"SAY IT!" I yelled in chorus with the witches, who had gathered closer to listen.
The Ixie took a deep breath and uttered so quietly it was almost inaudible: "Shadow Puppet Shows."
Everyone stepped back and gasped in shock.
"That's dadgum disgustin," Burnside spat.
"By Fuma!" I declared, and then, because I could think of nothing else to say, I repeated it. "By Fuma! By Fuma! How can this be?"
"I think I'm going to be sick," Rebecca moaned. "How do you know this? It can't be true! The noble, upstanding Parson who has been preaching to us my entire life was partaking in … those … unspeakable Shows the whole time?? No! It just doesn't make sense!"
"It seems the stakes have been raised," I muttered, after I'd had a moment to collect my wits. "As a Seelie elf sworn to the service of Lady Fuma, I cannot allow this decadent rot to continue and spread. For the good of everyone, and especially for the good of my witch cult, Reverend O'Hoppity must be taken down."
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Timothée Chalamet and Taylor Russell Will Eat You Alive: How ‘Bones and All’ Became the Year’s Sexiest Cannibal Love Story
By Nick Vivarelli
Photographs by Jason Hetherington
Timothée Chalamet has been on a wilder world tour than most rock stars.
Between shooting “Dune: Part Two” in Budapest and “Wonka” in London and the cannibal romance “Bones and All” in Ohio, he’s hardly had time to sleep in his own bed. “We did the ‘French Dispatch’ premiere in Cannes,” he says about the debut of the Wes Anderson comedy in the south of France two summers ago, where he walked the red carpet in a silver suit. “And then I was immediately doing the vocal and dance training at Leavesden” — to take on the role of Roald Dahl’s Willy Wonka — “which was wonderful, because I went from playing a disenfranchised cannibal on the outskirts of American society in the ’80s to a gifted young chocolatier and now a space prophet.”
On this afternoon, 26-year-old Chalamet is taking a break from inhabiting the dangerous planet Arrakis in “Dune: Part Two” to attend the London premiere of “Bones and All.” The drama, which premiered to a 10-minute standing ovation at the Venice Film Festival in early September reteams Chalamet with Luca Guadagnino, the Italian director who turned him into a movie star with 2017’s Sundance darling “Call Me by Your Name.” That gay romance, in which Chalamet plays Elio, an American teenager who falls in love with an older man, not only made Chalamet, then 22, the second-youngest best actor Oscar nominee in history, it gave peach emojis a whole new reason for existing.
If “Bones and All” could be just as culturally relevant, Hollywood would breathe a sigh of relief — because the world of indie cinema could use a jolt. Some 20 years ago, a generation of movie lovers funded art-house theaters by supporting “Boogie Nights,” “Memento” and “The Virgin Suicides.” Now, the 2022 equivalent of storytelling like that is HBO’s “Euphoria.” Post-pandemic box office numbers are sharply down, particularly for smaller movies, which is why United Artists Releasing has given “Bones and All” a Nov. 18 theatrical release: It’s the same window in which almost all installments of the “Twilight” saga dropped, setting multiplexes on fire as teen girls showed up in droves for Kristen Stewart and Robert Pattinson.
When I meet Chalamet in a hotel room in London, the young actor offers to pour me a glass of sparkling water as we sit down for a conversation with Guadagnino and Chalamet’s co-star, Taylor Russell. Hollywood has had a deficit of movie stars lately, particularly in the 20-something age bracket. Chalamet’s superstar appeal has always been in his “soft boy” aesthetic (which was famously parodied in a hilarious “Saturday Night Live” skit by Chloe Fineman). His fans like that he’s approachable, but he can also turn it up like royalty on a carpet — as he did at the Venice premiere of “Bones and All” in a red jumpsuit with a bare back that created a commotion on the Lido. Chalamet was showered with more cheers than even Harry Styles, who touched down in Italy at the start of awards season for “Don’t Worry Darling.” (Despite speculation on Twitter, Styles didn’t spit on Chris Pine.)
At Venice, Chalamet made headlines when he proclaimed that it’s “tough to be alive” in the age of social media, adding, “I think societal collapse is in the air.” When asked to elaborate on this assertion in London, he backpedals: “I think what I was saying was really, ‘What would it be like to grow up now?’” he says. “I guess I’m still growing up. Especially in the context of my career, I’m still growing. But I think Taylor and my generation was really the level-one social media — Vine, MySpace. And I think now it’s just more ingrained. But I’m definitely not the authority on the subject. And, equally, it could be a great space to find your people.”
I’d taken my 14-year-old daughter with me to the premiere of “Bones and All,” and we watched the screaming hysteria around Chalamet. When the movie premiered six weeks later in Milan, hundreds of Chalamet’s devotees — his followers are known as the “Chalamaniacs” — swarmed the venue, forcing police to close down the red carpet due to safety concerns. Such fandom harks back to the early days of Leo, Matt, George and Brad.
“Venice — that was fun,” Chalamet says, though “fame,” to people of his generation, is a dirty word, and Chalamet clearly wants to be seen as a regular guy (for instance, he continued to ride the subway in New York after “Call Me by Your Name” premiered). “I enjoy those moments,” he says, “and have a lot of gratitude for them. And I definitely never want to be expectant about it.” Abruptly switching subjects, he adds, “And, I must say, I get very excited about the lens we made this movie through — that there’s a fable and a metaphor at the heart of it, not some massive corporate interest.”
An arty New York City kid at heart, Chalamet chooses his own looks, including the black leather Celine jacket he wears at our photo shoot. As for his thoughts on cinema, he has a soft spot for indie films. “Those are the kind of projects that I grew up loving,” he says. “Even just on the music side, those are the kind of artists that inspire me — not because there’s a beat per minute that places well in the Top 40, but because they’re just putting their artistic ethos on something.”
Chalamet knows a little something about music. At the famed LaGuardia High School, he had the rap moniker Lil Timmy Tim. An uncovered video of him rapping about statistics class while wearing a backward baseball cap has been watched 10 million times on YouTube. Soon, he’ll be returning to those roots (sort of) by channeling a young Bob Dylan in “Going Electric,” a biopic directed by James Mangold.
Although there have been starts and stops with “Going Electric” since it was first announced two years ago, Chalamet confirms that he’s still attached. “I haven’t stopped preparing, which has been one of the greatest gifts for me,” he says. “It’s been a wonderful experience getting to dive into that world, whether we get to make it or not. But without giving anything away — because I don’t want to beat anyone to the punch, and obviously things have to come together officially — the winds that are blowing are blowing in a very positive direction.”
Before that, fans will get a taste of Chalamet’s musical gifts in “Wonka,” which is set to open in theaters around Christmas 2023. Chalamet trained hard for the movie’s seven musical numbers. “That was something I was very excited to jump into right away,” he says. Director Paul King “built a literal dance studio in one of the lots at Leavesden in London at Warner Bros.,” he adds.
The actor’s career blossomed after “Call Me by Your Name,” with two dramas directed by Greta Gerwig — “Lady Bird” and “Little Women.” And then he landed the lead as Paul Atreides in the “Dune” franchise, his biggest hit to date.
“Dune: Part Two,” which he’s filming now, reunites him with “Little Women” co-star Florence Pugh. “We were joking on set that we keep doing these movies, and we end up together even though we should be ending up with different people,” he says. “Florence is really special. She’s an incredible actor. She was incredible in ‘Dune’ — seriously incredible. She brought a gravitas to the role. And I can’t believe my good fortune at this young age … between Taylor Russell in ‘Bones and All’ and Zendaya in ‘Dune.’ And Austin Butler’s in that movie too.”
Zendaya will have a larger role in the second “Dune,” reprising her part as the warrior Chani. “She hasn’t wrapped yet,” he says, “and it’s amazing. She’s bringing exactly what she brought to the first one — which was incredible — but in greater abundance. And she’s really become a sister. I’m so grateful to count her as a partner and a sister and a friend” — he looks over at Guadagnino — “and also to share stories about how amazing it is to work with Luca, because we worked with him back to back on wildly different projects.” He’s referencing the fact that Zendaya collaborated with Guadagnino on “Challengers,” a romantic comedy set in the tennis world, which is in postproduction.
“He saw the movie,” Guadagnino teases, goading Chalamet to comment.
Chalamet hesitates, not wanting to give away anything about the film. “Loved it,” he finally says. His smile lights up the room.
If we’re being honest, this Oscar season has been a bit boring. Between the period pieces and the dramas made from memoirs, most directors aren’t cutting too deep. So perhaps we shouldn’t count out a love story about two cannibals who eat their way through the back roads of America.
The conventional wisdom is that blood and guts is too much for most Academy voters, but Guadagnino is here to tell you that’s not always the case. “In the history of the Oscars, cannibalism has been a gigantic plus,” he says. He then lists the five Academy Awards handed to the greatest flesh-eating masterpiece of all time, “The Silence of the Lambs.” “There’s a very tough novel, the talented script and Sir Anthony Hopkins as the unforgettable cannibal.” He cites the film’s director, Jonathan Demme, as a strong influence on his own career.
“I’m not comparing myself or us to that masterpiece,” he says. (OK, maybe he is, just a little.) “But that was a love story like ‘Bones and All.’ It was a fun, twisted love story between a cannibal psychoanalyst and a very stern woman who wants to save herself by saving this other girl from the lair of a serial killer.”
If you’re raising your eyebrows at someone describing “Silence of the Lambs” as “fun,” you haven’t met Guadagnino. The tall, chatty Italian director has spent his entire life obsessing over Dario Argento’s horror classic “Suspiria.” Following “Call Me by Your Name,” Guadagnino directed an elegant remake, in which flesh is ripped and heads explode.
Now, he’s reunited with Chalamet on “Bones and All, which is not quite the next “Silence of the Lambs” but more along the lines of Terrence Malick’s “Badlands” or Baz Luhrmann’s “Romeo + Juliet.” In “Bones,” Chalamet and Russell play Lee and Maren, teenage misfits in the 1980s, who find each other in a roadside convenience store as they’re both drifting across the Midwest. As they travel together, they feed on strangers they meet along the way.
But just don’t compare cannibals to vampires with this crew. “I love the ‘Twilight’ movies so much,” says Russell, who broke out in 2019 with a heart-wrenching performance in Trey Edward Shults’ family drama “Waves” and now could have a shot at some awards-season gold playing Maren. “But this is different. They both deal with blood and people who are not normal, but ‘Twilight’ has vampires and this movie has cannibals.”
For many years, Guadagnino — the director of “The Protagonists,” “I Am Love” and “A Bigger Splash” (all starring his muse, Tilda Swinton) — was either detested or ignored within Italy’s insular film milieu, and the feeling was mutual. So it’s not surprising that the first time I met him, in 2009, he told me his goal was to become “a Hollywood insider.” Surely, “Call Me by Your Name” brought him a step closer to that dream. And now his association with Chalamet has potentially clinched the deal.
When asked how “Bones and All” made it to the big screen, Guadagnino says, “The honest, direct and completely unapologetic answer is Timothée.”
Chalamet was in Rome doing reshoots for the first “Dune,” stuck in Europe during the pandemic, when Guadagnino sent him the “Bones and All” screenplay. They talked at length, and the actor realized that this could be the first project in which he might have a hand in shaping his character.
“It excited me, because it felt like it was very different than the first project we had done together,” Chalamet says. “It excited me, too, because I felt the bones of Lee — no pun intended — were there, but there was a lack of direction.” Guadagnino encouraged Chalamet to fill out the character by working with the screenwriter, David Kajganich, an experience he’d never had before.
“When Luca said I should get on the phone with David, and that process started, I was seriously warming to the idea that — without sounding pretentious — we would be going to the middle of America with Luca to shoot his first American film.” He adds, “And because a couple projects I’d done were of such a size, I felt like I really wanted the challenge of going back in a more ‘indie environment.’” He uses his fingers as quotation marks.
Kajganich, with whom Guadagnino collaborated on “Suspiria,” had originally adapted the YA novel “Bones & All” by Camille DeAngelis for “The Devil All the Time” director Antonio Campos. When Campos backed out, the writer asked Guadagnino to read it.
“When Lee shows up on the page,” says Guadagnino, “I found Timmy.”
Despite having a big star attached, the cannibal romancer was not an easy sell to investors. Guadagnino and Chalamet, both producers on the film, didn’t want a studio on board, so they sought out Italian financiers. The fact that they and all the other actors were willing to defer their fees “really helped with investors,” says producer Francesco Melzi d’Eril.
Once the $35 million film was completed, it was immediately snapped up, sight unseen, by MGM.
Taylor Russell could see her character clearly when she first read the script for “Bones and All.” “What struck me about her initially is that she’s this kind of creature who feels like there’s something off with her, like a picture frame that’s slanted,” Russell says. “And I wanted to work through that exercise of ‘If there is something inherently wrong with me, is there a way to break through that?’”
Guadagnino told Russell and Chalamet that they had to sink their teeth into the role of real cannibals. “The intention was always that we were hopefully doing justice to the reality of these people’s lives,” says Russell.
Guadagnino calls “Bones” “a fairy tale.” “It’s about two young people — a girl, in particular — roaming this world of darkness and dealing with the challenges within and without, finding love in the gaze of one another and trying to overcome impossibility.”
Still, the outcast lovers feast on human body parts, a butchery the film does not shy away from. Guadagnino says quickly that he and his editor, Marco Costa, made a point of cutting away from gratuitous gore. He was not interested in shock value but rather an intensity of desire.
Russell and Chalamet, for their part, wanted to explore the emotional relationship more than the cannibalism. But, Russell says, they also “talked about eating somebody, eating anything, using your body, your hands, your mouth — it’s so tactile, so physical, that, in some ways, it’s simple.”
Guadagnino and his team thought about the consequences of a precarious life led roaming through cornfields and along back roads in the 1980s Midwest, “dealing with violence and the unexpected.”
“We came up with a lot of very subtle ideas about wearing the fatigue of being an eater on their faces and bodies — like scars in unpredictable places because of the reactions of the victims, who wounded them.”
One of Chalamet’s first lines in the film is “If you weigh 140 pounds wet, you got to have an attitude — a big attitude.” Asked whether he lost weight for the role, Chalamet answers, “Yeah,” without elaborating on how many pounds he’d dropped. Then he says, “That look that Maren and Lee have, I think it feeds the fablelike quality of the story, and of people that are living in extremes. As opposed to what the reality would be, perhaps: If you were consistently devouring entire human bodies, it would probably leave you with a bigger figure than they have.”
Chalamet worked with costume designer Giulia Piersanti on Lee’s look, riffing off the grunge aesthetic of 1980s punk rock. “Lee would want to express himself through his clothes,” Chalamet says. To help with this mix of big attitude and skinny body, they decided to dye his hair with sun-bleached streaks of pinkish reds, chop off some curls on the sides, and give Lee tattoos on his arms and hand.
Of course, everyone wants to know if Chalamet and Guadagnino are planning a sequel to “Call Me by Your Name.” Guadagnino floated the idea almost as soon as he debuted the original at Sundance, while he was doing press with Chalamet and Armie Hammer, who played Chalamet’s older lover, Oliver. But the project’s chances of making it to the screen have dwindled in the wake of allegations against Hammer in early 2021 for being physically and emotionally abusive to women, including suggesting that he eat their flesh. (Despite speculation in the tabloids, these cannibal exchanges had nothing to do with the inspiration for “Bones and All.”)
“I would love to make a second and third and fourth chapter of all my movies,” Guadagnino says. “Why? Because I truly love the actors I work with, so I want to repeat the joy of doing what we did together.”
However, when it comes to “Call Me by Your Name,” Guadagnino says, “there is no hypothesis, so there is no movie. It’s a wish and a desire, and I have not made up my mind about what would be the story.” When asked if the film could still include Hammer’s character, he says, “Yeah, of course.” Then he presents another potential storyline for a sequel — following Mafalda, the housekeeper, played by Vanda Capriolo, who resides in Elio’s family’s summer home. “Which is divine,” he says. “I would be very interested in seeing what is the life of Mafalda when she’s not around the family.”
After our group conversation, I meet with Guadagnino again in a bare, neon-lit room that seems better suited to a police interrogation than an interview. He is walking on crutches, one leg in a short fracture boot, due to his tripping on the Academy Museum of Motion Pictures stage after presenting a Visionary Award to Tilda Swinton in L.A. a few days earlier.
On the red carpet, before the Academy Museum ceremony, Guadagnino teased “Challengers,” his first U.S. studio film, which is being produced for MGM by Amy Pascal. To get Guadagnino on board, Pascal had sent him the “Challengers” script and pushed him to read it that same afternoon. She called him every half hour “until I surrendered and I read it.”
So does Guadagnino finally feel he has become a Hollywood insider?
“No,” he says, “not yet. But I can fall from the stage of the Academy Museum and be helped by many Hollywood insiders.” Among those who came to his aid were Adrien Brody, Alicia Vikander and his longtime agent, Bryan Lourd. “That was a good feeling. A lot of Hollywood insiders love me very much.”
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lets say. metaphorically. i am gripping your shoulders with upmost strength (if thats cool lmao) sorry in advanced because im gonna get really annoying rq BUT ive started talking about duet and i WILL. NOT. STOP. also i dooo plan on sharing the slides to some but its been a wip for like a whole year😅so i doubt ill finish it soon. anyhow [inhale]
WARNING FOR mentions of the backrooms, death, but its not the main focus
about duet being an inciting incident, i could only GUESS as to what the gangs situation was like prior to duets encounter. but arthur in the comic dismisses lewis as soon as he mentions him. and THIS??
ITS JUST A LINE. BUT IT SHOWS that the gang avoided anything to do with lewis. and thus, without duet slapping arthur in the face with cryptic literature, they wouldve probably been stuck in a depressing state of avoidism. which DOESNT MOVE A PLOT. BUT DUET DID!!! DUET THE FUCKING MADMAN
duet literally couldve had SO MUCH CONTROL over the gang. in the beginning at least- from encountering arthur at his most vulnerable state (which would be easier to influence), to giving the magic book, to telling arthur to get some gas for the van. that seems like a minor detail but imagine if they didnt and went to a gas station instead of the mansion. duet couldve literally had their ENTIRE ROAD TRIP planned out.
and another note- this???
theres a lot of things to note about the comic panel by itself -how a book connected to duet has vines? connection to shiromori or rose thorns that point to lewis- AND THE COLOR IN ARTHURS EYES which does sort of resemble the possession and control reverb had over him. could this be a way of duet controlling arthurs will? but theyre both purple which caught my attention because COLOR IS IMPORTANT!!! it might be a stretch but it really is in msa. and i dont think duet and lewis would team up necessarily- i doubt theyd have the same motives. but duet isnt just 'the weird boss of tome tomb' theyre so much more CAPABLE. they could possibly forsee the future and shit?? IDK??
and going back to chloe- while i feel she has a bit of a motive to mess with the gang -its immature but a motive. go look at her wiki for an idea- duet could have the actual CAPABILITIES to put a plan into motion. a theory i saw stated that chloe was the 'SOLO' in reverbs intro, and thus a contrast to her friend duet, but could it also be that SOLO is an alternate name for duet themself? its just something to speculate, if one or the other could be malicious, or both.
OK RANT PART TWO: NOBODY FUCKING WRITES DUET and neither do i.. yet. but i rarely see them mentioned either!! WHICH SUCKS BECAUSE THE CANON HAS LITERALLY SHOWN THEM TO BE A SIGNIFICANT TOOL IN DRIVING MSAs PLOT. BEING THE INCITING INCIDENT.
this isnt so prominent in my fics, theyre mentioned in both of my published ones though- in full bloom, they say an odd phrase to vivi, just as they did to arthur in canon. it doesnt really do anything BUT i plan to utilize it in a possible sequel
in my BACKROOMS FIC THOUGH? theyre.. not mentioned that much either oops. but it goes to show just how odd an interpretation of duet could get. i stated earlier that duet possibly had control over the gangs future, part magic part manipulation, and thats fine in canon. they probably have good motives by pushing the gang together and FORCING them to make up- but in the backrooms fic, the gang literally ends up in a fucked up world and one of them ends up DEAD. like. if duet was aware of such a thing, and led the gang with full intentions to such a thing..
like- do you see what im saying? there could be tons of aus where just a touch of their influence fucks everyone up and turns them into a darker character than what they are right now. AND I LOVE MAKING FUCKED UP BLORBOS. PLEASE WRITE DUET AND CHLOE MORE OR AT LEAST IMPLEMENT THEM INTO PLOTS THEYRE THERE TO DO SHIT LET EM DO SHIT!!!!
if you wanna im not forcing you😭i hope i get an opportunity to REALLY really write em but a lot of my fic ideas are centered around arthur and vivi woops. anyways- thats just a FRACTION of what youd see on my msa presentation lmaoooo. i dont even have this rant added on there- so i probably should. feel free to add your own thoughts and stuff i love the fanart and fics this fandom has to offer but can we also offer SEVERAL PARAGRAPHS OF RANTING. please
#msa#mystery skulls#mystery skulls animated#duet msa#chloe msa#arthur kingsmen#vivi yukino#idek what to tag this i talked about like half the chrs#IM SO FUCKING NORMAL ABOUT THIS WEB SERIES.#vivi screams at you about msa real#<- this is my msa rant tag now😭#im sorry if i sound condescending in this rant bc#im sure theres tons of info i dont know that could#change this discussion completely#but im really just exercising my creative liberties and how far#a characters potential could really go lol#idk
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Honestly if I were to redeem Lila my best advice would be don’t do what the Scarlet Lady AU does when it comes to her redemption
(Post to what the anon is referring to)
I'm probably gonna either get weird looks or lose multiple followers, or both, but:
I haven't read Scarlet Lady yet.
In fact, I'm not even sure if I want to. Mainly due to the controversy I hear about the author (zoe-oneesama).
On the one hand, I give her credit for not trolling us that a Chloe redemption will happen and instead just have S1!Chloe be a stuck up basic bitch with the Ladybug Miraculous. Which admittedly, sounds hilarious in itself; but then, I hear people argue whether or not the story can be considered Chloe salt or not.
Not to mention, people have compared her to Astruc by saying she refuses to accept criticism and will block those who disagree with her. Keep in mind, these are just rumors and words from the grape vine that I hear constantly, so maybe I'm wrong. In fact, I think comparing her to Astruc is kinda a low blow in itself. As mentioned above, she's not hinting at a Chloe redemption at all. She's literally having Chloe be the selfish brat she started off as and making her 10 times worse than usually. (At least from what I heard and gathered. Again, never read it, so I could be incorrect.)
If I get a chance to read it, sure maybe I'll see the pros and cons to it.
But back to the ask:
What redemption does zoe-oneesama give Lila in her AU? Is it that bad? If anyone has read Scarlet Lady, let me know down below so I can understand a little more.
#miraculous ladybug#scarlet lady#scarlet lady au#chloe bourgeois#lila rossi#zoe oneesama#miraculous au#miraculous ladybug au#asks
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