yaushie
I commissioned this cute lil’ Ning from @yaushie! Thank you so much!
francieum
peasants
the scalene triangle
reblog if u a tru 2012 kid
chocmarss
Denial
A/N: And now for day 2! Very short, as I told you before since they’re all going to be drabbles of sorts. But I do hope you enjoy it, because I certainly did when I wrote this hoho
Day: (1, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18)
“You like him, don’t you?”
Marinette blushed, feeling the dread sinking in her gut as she whirled around to where Chat stood near her desk, but he was staring at her with a grin on his face and an amused twinkle in his eye. That caused a wave of embarrassment to crash onto her when she realised at what his thumb was pointing at, and she only stood a little straighter to appear defiant. “He’s a classmate,” she informed him evenly despite the warmth in her cheeks. “And I happen to find inspiration in his modelling carrier, since his dad is my idol.”
There was a flicker of emotion that passed through his face as he stared back at the posters of Adrien on the wall, and she saw the way how guarded he became. “His dad became your idol, huh?”
She shifted in her place, clearing her throat slightly from where she stood near the window. “Yeah, pretty much. Since Gabriel Agreste is everything I want to be.”
“A designer?” He enquired, raising an eyebrow at her.
She nodded. “Yeah.”
He hummed thoughtfully, before flashing her another grin. “Doesn’t explain why you have posters of Adrien Agreste all over your wall. You probably like to look at him posing for the camera.”
She spluttered, her flush becoming darker by the second. “He’s an inspiration, if I find any clothes he wore likeable, I’ll just cut the page of these magazines off and,” she gestured towards the posters almost frustratedly. “Paste them on the wall.”
“For inspiration, right?”
“Yes.” She crossed her arms, trying to look intimidating. “You’re making fun of me.”
“I’m not. It’s just that it’s odd, I guess, to see him alone on your walls when there’s actually a lot of models who wore pretty cool clothes with impressive designs,” he shrugged idly, but the grin was still there. “It’s almost as if you have a crush on him.”
“I don’t,” she protested defensively, ignoring the way her stomach somersaulted at how accurate his words were. “And since when do you read magazines?”
“Sometimes they’re scattered all over my house so when I’m bored, I look through them,” he gave her a tight smile. “And even I have to admit that the new line that came out at the latest season was quite remarkable.”
She raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t know you were into fashion.”
He shrugged. “I have my share. But, come on,” he wiggled his eyebrows at her, and she noticed the way how he quickly wanted to change the subject, but that was forgotten when he uttered his next words. “I know you have a crush on him.”
She bristled. “I do not.”
“Uh huh,” he leaned against the desk, mimicking her position. “And pigs fly.”
She huffed, stalking towards him as she started to rearrange the scattered papers on her desk, pointedly ignoring the smug smile he aimed at her. “Believe whatever you want, but I did my part in telling you that I don’t have a crush on Adrien Agreste.” She poked his arm with a stern look that did nothing to deter his amusement. “So please, no more prying.”
“So, you do have a crush on him.”
She groaned, slamming the papers to the side. “No.”
“Hey, it’s okay if you have a crush on him,” he raised his hands in mock surrender. “I’m just saying that you shouldn’t deny it, and probably tell him or something.”
“I do not,” she began slowly, trying to not to wince at the attempts she tried in the past. “Have a crush on him.”
“Because,” he continued as if she hadn’t said anything at all and merely shrugged. “Who knows?”
She stared at him suspiciously, her impromptu cleaning ceased as her curiosity mounted. “Who knows what?”
He smiled, leaning forward as if to share a secret, his cheek barely grazing against hers that she felt her heart skipping a beat.
“If he likes you back or something.” He murmured.
crusanite
cyanidelemonade
Me after binge watching a show
Remembers literally none of the details, occasionally forgets the main characters name
chocmarss
envy-kitty
writers
- write that sentence, that dialogue, that scene that terrifies you
- don’t delete shit, just move it to another document
- have a “bits and pieces” document for all the odds and ends you can’t fit anywhere else
- think of the color of a person’s eyes, imagine something reflected in them, now write that scene
- fiction doesn’t have to be 100% accurate, don’t research yourself to boredom
- i’m being serious there’s a thing called suspension of disbelief and it’s magical (yes that’s me making a joke)
- write something that makes you cry
- write something that makes you laugh
- write something you can’t explain to other people
- write something you won’t remember until you read it the next day
- don’t read about the publishing industry until you really, really need to. all it will do is make you unbelievably tired
- listen to music from open world RPG video games, you’re welcome
- always take a small journal or some paper and a pen with you
- write by hand in a journal every once in a while
- put the ending of your story in the beginning and see what happens
- listen to input from other people. yes you’re the writer, but they’re the reader and they want to help you make something spectacular
- said is not dead dude like wtf
- the thesaurus is shiny and lovely and a great resource but don’t let words get in the way of your story telling, you don’t need to write prose as poetry for it to be beautiful
- just finish the draft first, worry about perfection after
- yes, you do have talent
- yes, you can do this. you already are
baraschino
lesbianhatsune
