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            PICTURED  :  girl  who  is  flustered  that  people  not  only  want  to  date  her,  but  KISS  her.

       there  is  nothing  worse  in  this  world  than  a  bad  hair  day!

kind of want to explore college/adulthood threads. hmmm.

How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days (2003)

𝘾𝙃𝙇𝙊𝙀 𝘽𝙊𝙐𝙍𝙂𝙀𝙊𝙄𝙎 , lookbook .

𝐈'𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐀 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓! 𝑵𝑶𝑾 𝑰𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬: 𝑴𝒀 𝑴𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑻𝑶 𝑹𝑰𝑺𝑬!

chloe with a tiny lil diamond stud nose piercing.

↪     𝑺𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺     (   a  collection  of  various  settings  meant  to  inspire  drabbles  or  be  used  as  prompts .   will be updated .   )

001.   the seaside ,  as the sun is setting .

002.   a cabin in the middle of the woods .

003.   a picket-fenced home in the suburbs .

004.   a dark bus stop lit only by street lights .

005.   a private jet miles high in the sky .

006.   a funhouse’s room of mirrors .

007.   an office building ,  bustling and busy .

008.   the back row of an empty movie theater .

009.   a run-down (or abandoned) motel room .

010.   a loud house party on a suburban street .

011.   a university lecture hall during a class .

012.   the rooftop of a very tall building .

013.   a great ballroom during an elegant party .

014.   the back of a wailing ambulance .

015.   the wine cellar of a large mansion .

016.   behind the school’s gymnasium .

017.   a bonfire in the middle of the woods .

018.   an otherwise empty parking lot .

019.   the bar of a loud ,  dark club .

020.   an empty summer camp .

021.   a large hedge maze ,  easy to get lost in .

022.   a neglected or derelict treehouse .

023.   a spacious ,  light-filled meadow .

024.   an underground / illegal fighting club .

025.   an abandoned scrapyard .

026.   a large penthouse overlooking the city .

027.   an apple orchard in the middle of spring .

028.   an empty playground with squeaky swings .

029.   an extravagant greenhouse .

030.   the base of a large waterfall .

031.   a spacious walk - in closet full of lovely clothes .

032.   a quiet hospital room .

033.   the dark depths of an abandoned mine .

034.   the deck of a fishing boat at night .

035.   the thick crowd of an audience at a show .

036.   a long ,  winding road .

037.   the site of a car accident .

038.   a hiking trail in the mountains .

039.   a cramped dressing room .

040.   a dusty antiques shop full of relics .

041.   the street of an unfamiliar city at night .

042.   between the tall shelves of a thrifted book shop .

043.   a building abandoned during construction .

044.   a house without power or running water .

045.   a mysterious trail found in the woods .

046.   the back of a taxi stuck in traffic .

047.   the inside of an elevator that won’t move .

048.   fairgrounds during a large event  (or after hours) .

049.   a garden bountiful with flowers or produce .

050.   a childhood home or bedroom .

       there  is  nothing  worse  in  this  world  than  a  bad  hair  day!

The power to fly. That’s what you dream of. There’s no better feeling. The truth is, you only fly for a second or two before gravity takes back what you tried to steal. Because no matter how hard you work, how strong you are, or how thin you get… gravity always, always wins.

I'm not done being annoying, get the fuck back here.

           ❝   All  of  you  are  being  utterly  ridiculous!   ❞

  𝒕𝒊𝒌𝒌𝒊, 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒏!

         #𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐔𝐆  is a new independent, selective, mutuals-only, series-based roleplay blog for Marinette Dupain-Cheng, aka 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘𝐁𝐔𝐆 of Zagtoon’s 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘𝐁𝐔𝐆 franchise, as charmed by 𝐂𝐄𝐂𝐄! I'd appreciate if you could give this post a ↺ if you're interested in following to help me find people to follow!

𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙂𝙂, 𝘾𝙇𝘼𝙒𝙎 𝙊𝙐𝙏! It's a good thing cats are known for landing on their feet because I can already see myself falling for you. How do you feel about cat-tastic feline puns from a pretty rad super hero? You've come to the right place!

There will be some point in the future when I actually make a fancy promo but for the time being please consider checking me out and giving a follow if you're interested in writing with a fully revamped Chat Noir / Adrien Agreste roleplay blog!

#𝐉𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐒 is an independent and private roleplay blog for 𝘾𝙃𝙇𝙊𝙀 𝘽𝙊𝙐𝙍𝙂𝙀𝙊𝙄𝙎 of zagtoon's miraculous ladybug franchise. written by fae. if you could give this post a ♡ or ↺ to help me find people to interact with, i'd really appreciate it!

i am gonna be active again. this is entirely @yinbug's fault.

all four of our names lit up at once as we all badly singing along to chat's song at the same time really is just iconic actually.

some quick portrayal notes!

this blog is considered canon-divergent past season three. this for two reasons: one, i haven't finished the show ( i am currently on s4 ) so if i get any information wrong or make headcanons that later may or may not be retconned, this is why; and two, i plan to explore a redemption arc for chloe because we were robbed of one.

in line with both @yinbug and @yangnoir's portrayals, the timeline between s1-s5 does not happen in the span of a few months. chloe is 13 at the time of origins, 14 through season one, 15 through two and three, and 16 through four and five. this will make her sixteen in my main verse.

chloe is a closeted bisexual/biromantic. a lot of this has to do with the status of her family. her father being a politician and her mother being toxic at best, chloe fears how she ( and by proxy, her parents ) may be perceived if she openly admits to having feelings for girls as well as boys. image is everything in her family, and chloe doesn't want to tarnish that — at least not when it comes to her romantic/sexual identity, so she definitely struggles with some internalised fears of rejection.

part of the exploration of chloe's redemption will include her focusing more keenly on her ballet. thus far she has been practising it for eight years and takes pointe classes, though it didn't become a very serious interest until she began to realise she needed to turn her life around. the discipline and focus needed in ballet, and especially pointe, gives chloe a much needed outlet for her frustrations and anger.

this will probably be expanded on/added to as i make my way through s4 and s5.

just kidding. i posted two things. now im disappearing for three more months.

i sign in. i post one thing. i disappear again for three months.

❛  if  it’s  all  in  my  head ,  tell  me  now .  tell  me  i’ve  got  it  wrong .  ❜ xoxo luka

( tswift lyrics / accepting !! )

𝐋𝐔𝐊𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐓, and if that sounds like a sentiment she's had before it's because it is and it's true. Only the most rotten boy in all of Paris would corner her on her way home from school and confront her about things she definitely does not want to face or even speak into existence. Not that this is the first time he's called her out, nor will it stop him from doing so again, she thinks.

( Their encounter in the park, when he'd outright asked if she had a crush on him still haunts her at night. )

He's the worst; especially because he doesn't even do it out of ill intentions. There is no accusation in his eyes. He isn't belittling her, which she would have found more bearable because then, at least, her anger would have been justified. It's worse than that. He's being honest and forthright, bold in a way that she has never been. She's only confident when she's being mean and snarky. Only able to showcase bravado when she's using others as a stepping stone, but Luka never falls for any of that. He never has. It's like he looks right past all of it, peels back the layers, until he just sees her. It makes her skin crawl and her face flush in equal measure. The only victory she feels in this moment is that his words give the impression he's been thinking about her as much as she's been thinking about him and that... certainly does something to her heart rate.

It could be a trap, her mind hisses. He's waiting for an answer, and it'd be a lie to say she doesn't have reservations. If she tells him the truth, she's opening herself up in a way she's only ever confided in Adrien. He could laugh at her. Tell her how ridiculous she is for thinking he'd ever return her feelings. And it would be a completely justified rejection. Chloé knows she hasn't been the best person, and though she's been trying to make amends, she doesn't always get it right. The thought of being rejected makes her want to scream. She deals with enough of that from her mother. She doesn't need to deal with it at school, too, where her social circle is already treading on a knife's edge. The only consolation prize is that he's an upperclassman. If he rejects her now, at least she never has to sit in the same classroom as him.

There's still a respectable distance between them, but when he suddenly places his hand on her shoulder, she's catapulted back to the present. It takes considerable effort to reel in the knee-jerk reaction to slap his hand away for touching her. Old Chloé would say he's wrinkling her designer sweater, but she's trying to be a different person. A better one. His face is still calm, but if she squints, she thinks she can detect a hint of nervousness. Well. At least she's not alone in that.

Chloé inhales, squeezing her eyes shut.

❝ You're... not wrong. There. Happy? Go ahead. Laugh it up! ❞

i sign in. i post one thing. i disappear again for three months.

Zoe leans against the doorway, a mischievous grin on her face. ❛ You could get mad at me for coming in without knocking OR we can go shopping with mom's credit card. ❜ And she holds up said credit card between two fingers. ❛ Your choice! ❜

( unprompted asks / always accepting !! )

𝐂𝐇𝐋𝐎𝐄́ 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐙𝐎𝐄́ 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍. It was difficult knowing she had a half-sister that, for most of her life, had lived half a world away — physical evidence of what her mother's absence had culminated in. She was still contending with that truth even now, though she had been trying to be a little less hostile in recent days.

The moment Zoé bursts into her room, there's a smart quip on the tip of her tongue. She only just barely manages to hold back when the credit card is flashed in the space between them. A delicately arched brow rises incredulously. Call her crazy, but she hadn't exactly pegged her sister as someone willing to spend money on their mother's card without her knowledge. She seemed too... sweet for that. It's positively diabolical. Something Chloé would do, and had done on multiple occasions before, to pick her mood up when Audrey saw fit to ignore her — which was often.

She lets that bitter train of thougth percolate for a few seconds before rising from the end of her bed, already slipping on her flats and picking up her purse. Her parents want them to bond? Fine. But they'll do it on their own terms. Nothing a little retail therapy can't fix, and it's charged on one of Maman's cards? Well, maybe the woman should have thought about that before flitting off to who knows where for the weekend. The card is plucked expertly from her sister's fingers as she strides past, pleased with the turn of events. ❝ Maybe you aren't a complete bore, after all. Let's go. There's a cashmere sweater in the Marais district calling my name as we speak. ❞

  𝒕𝒊𝒌𝒌𝒊, 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒏!

         #𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐔𝐆  is a new independent, selective, mutuals-only, series-based roleplay blog for Marinette Dupain-Cheng, aka 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘𝐁𝐔𝐆 of Zagtoon’s 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘𝐁𝐔𝐆 franchise, as charmed by 𝐂𝐄𝐂𝐄! I'd appreciate if you could give this post a ↺ if you're interested in following to help me find people to follow!

𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙂𝙂, 𝘾𝙇𝘼𝙒𝙎 𝙊𝙐𝙏! It's a good thing cats are known for landing on their feet because I can already see myself falling for you. How do you feel about cat-tastic feline puns from a pretty rad super hero? You've come to the right place!

There will be some point in the future when I actually make a fancy promo but for the time being please consider checking me out and giving a follow if you're interested in writing with a fully revamped Chat Noir / Adrien Agreste roleplay blog!

I think I got a name now

I think imma call this head canon Stolen Credit Card Chronicles.

These fashion sisters should steel Audrey’s credit card on a weekly basis to just have some kind of therapy for having a shitty mom. Retail Therapy.

some quick portrayal notes!

this blog is considered canon-divergent past season three. this for two reasons: one, i haven't finished the show ( i am currently on s4 ) so if i get any information wrong or make headcanons that later may or may not be retconned, this is why; and two, i plan to explore a redemption arc for chloe because we were robbed of one.

in line with both @yinbug and @yangnoir's portrayals, the timeline between s1-s5 does not happen in the span of a few months. chloe is 13 at the time of origins, 14 through season one, 15 through two and three, and 16 through four and five. this will make her sixteen in my main verse.

chloe is a closeted bisexual/biromantic. a lot of this has to do with the status of her family. her father being a politician and her mother being toxic at best, chloe fears how she ( and by proxy, her parents ) may be perceived if she openly admits to having feelings for girls as well as boys. image is everything in her family, and chloe doesn't want to tarnish that — at least not when it comes to her romantic/sexual identity, so she definitely struggles with some internalised fears of rejection.

part of the exploration of chloe's redemption will include her focusing more keenly on her ballet. thus far she has been practising it for eight years and takes pointe classes, though it didn't become a very serious interest until she began to realise she needed to turn her life around. the discipline and focus needed in ballet, and especially pointe, gives chloe a much needed outlet for her frustrations and anger.

this will probably be expanded on/added to as i make my way through s4 and s5.

💋 ♡ @chataclysmic your choice of adrien or chat

( let chloé kiss your muse / accepting !! )

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃, only that she had suddenly grown accustomed to Chat Noir's near-nightly visits. On the nights when she wasn't patrolling with one of the other Miraculous holders as Queen Bee, she'd sit out on her balcony and wait. Like clockwork, he'd show up. He never stayed too long; only a few minutes as he did his own patrols with Ladybug, but she liked the company. Some part of her wondered if he only checked in on her to make sure she didn't betray them all. It wouldn't have surprised her if that were the case.

Chloé had done herself little favours in fostering trust with her teammates. Between her tumultuous emotions, which resulted in either herself or someone else getting Akumtaised, and the number of awful things she had said and done over the years, she could hardly blame any of them for being cautious around her. But Ladybug trusted her enough to be Queen Bee again. And they all trusted Ladybug. So. For now, Chloé was an ally.

She was determined, this time, not to mess it up.

They had been talking for a while. Idle chatter that filled the void. Chat Noir was surprisingly easy to talk to, once she got past all of his annoying puns and flirtations. Chloé found herself opening up more and more, despite how little she actually knew about her teammate. But the little she did know, the little that he did reveal — sometimes on purpose, other times perhaps without realising it — she filed away for safekeeping. Kept them as clues to a puzzle that was slowly, but surely, beginning to take shape.

She had her suspicions.

❝ You know, this is totally unfair. ❞ She watched Chat carefully from his perch on her balcony railing, and when he didn't say anything, she barrelled on unperturbed. ❝ It's just... you know who I am. But I know so little about you. The real you, I mean. ❞

She could see his mind working, trying to come up with an excuse. A reasonable explanation for his reticence; but Chloé already knew the why. It was the same reason why Ladybug and Chat Noir hadn't known each other's identities for so long. And the only reason she even knew that much was because Marinette had told her. Marinette trusted her.

If she were still her old self, she might have taken this opportunity to be nasty and mean about his secrets. She hated keeping secrets and she hated people keeping them from her. But that was old Chloé, and she wasn't going to be that manipulative, self-serving person anymore.

Chat didn't say anything, but she noticed how his posture had shifted. Less self-assured as he folded in on himself, arms wrapping around his middle. She'd seen that posture before. Knew of someone else who did the same thing when they were upset. Chloé pursed her lips, took a deep breath, and plunged.

❝ Adrien... ❞ She was careful not to react when he did. Her eyes had averted, her gaze forward and resolute. She felt, more than saw, him jolt next to her. As if he'd been electrocuted. Gotcha. ❝ Adrien sits like that too, when he's upset. Or when he feels alone. He thinks I don't notice, but I do. I just... I don't know how to help him. ❞ Chloé made a show of yawning and stepped back from the balcony. ❝ I haven't been a very good friend to him in recent years, but... I'm trying to do better. And I would hope he knows he can always talk to me. About anything. Anyway... it's late. You should get back to patrol. ❞

Chloé turned, but instead of going back inside she stepped towards him. With more confidence than she actually felt, she planted a kiss on his cheek, just under the bottom of his mask.

❝ ——But that does go for you, too. I hope you know I'm here to listen if you need someone. I-I know I'm not Ladybug, but... well, goodnight, Chat Noir. ❞