#asukiess

hahaha um… idk. atp it’s largely just by habit I feel?? It’s been 7.5 years. But at the same time if I think about eating meat or egg or dairy it doesn’t really feel right or appeal to me anymore so… 🤷🏻‍♀️

HI AUTUMN MY BELOVED! 🥰😘

My favourite thing is probably the feeling of "I made that!"

Like when things work out and the lines look good or the colours come together and you can feel proud and happy that you made a thing!

I feel like being creative (be it writing or drawing) is the one thing I have to give so I'm happy when I can do it 🥺

As for what I've been working on lately - 99% of everything I've been doing is for my end of year show piece! It's the final project for my graphic design class and it has been exhausting but I'm optimistic it'll turn out okay.

I've considered posting some of the stuff here but decided to hold off for now. At least until the project is officially done and finished with.

Hi Autumn! Okay, I laughed so much when I looked up what number this was, especially because it was for Marichat

#24 on my Playlist was... She's So Gone from the Lemonade Mouth soundtrack

This Prompt kind of got away from me, and was A LOT longer than I had intended, but I'm not mad about it, also it's kinda crack, just as a warning lol

For context, this prompt takes place right after Weredad, hope you enjoy!

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If You Want Her Back Gotta Let Her Shine

She yanked the brush through her loose midnight tresses, perhaps a little too harshly, as the previous week’s sting rose to the surface.

Marinette winced at the lingering pain in her scalp and met her mirrored gaze with an indignant determination.

The plan was a go. 

Smoothing out imaginary wrinkles on the flared skirt of her scarlet dress, Marinette took a step back to survey her full appearance in the mirror. 

Satisfied with what she saw, Marinette turned on her heel to the exit of her room. It was time to make that cat pay.

It had been barely a week since that fateful day, since a series of misunderstandings had led her to become humiliated and rejected, and in front of her parents, no less. Yes, Chat Noir needed to pay. For you know, being an idiot.

A voice that sounded something like reason, kept reminding her that she wasn’t in love with Chat Noir, that Adrien had her heart. That same voice kept telling and reminding her that Chat Noir had rejected her for her.

But Marinette tuned the voice out. The bitter twist of hurt at his words, I’m sure you’re a great girl, panged her heart and vexed her thoughts far too much for any rationality.

She did not stop to consider, did not pause to think why this bothered her so much, why Chat Noir rejecting her, for someone else still herself was so upsetting.

She merely, calmly (too calmly, according to Tikki) began the process of changing from her usual image and clothing, into something more… striking.

Cataloging in her mind the locations and times of Chat Noir’s usual patrol route, Marinette weaved her way around her parents and out of the bakery, with barely a goodbye.

She did not stop her brisk pace, until she saw him, sitting atop a lamppost just a few blocks from her home, his gaze trained in the opposite direction from her.

She took a moment to collect herself, and then walked down the street in as graceful a walk as was possible for her.

She turned her face in the opposite direction, her mannerisms measured in faux aloofness and unawareness of him. 

In that moment, she was grateful for the light of golden hour, and the stolen gentle breeze in the air, that ruffled her loose hair and made her appearance all the more dramatic. 

“Marinette?”

She had been spotted. 

She tucked away her furtive smirk, and turned herself slowly towards Chat Noir, giving him plenty of time to take in her pretty red dress and carefully applied makeup, and giving him plenty of time to see what he was missing.

“Oh Chat Noir,” She said smoothly. “didn’t see you there.”

Chat Noir leapt down from his post, landing right next to her. 

“Wow, you look nice, not that you don’t always look nice, it’s just um- wow.” Chat Noir shrugged his shoulders and scratched the back of his neck.

In spite of herself, Marinette felt her cheeks getting warm. NO! This was not part of the plan stupid catboy was not meant to be charmingly smitten, he was supposed to feel regret!

Clearing her throat to steel herself, Marinette fluttered her eyelashes and twirled a piece of her hair coyly.

“Thanks, you’re sweet.”

“Did you make this dress?”

Marinette self-consciously bit her lip and nodded her head.

“Wow, you are so talented, this looks incredible!” 

The warmth in her cheeks blazed in an undoubtable scarlet. A strange, fluttery feeling began to unfurl in her chest.

“Thanks.” She said in a tone breathier than she had ever intended.

Distant, cold! Marinette! You sound like a lovesick Victorian heroine! She berated herself harshly. 

“You know..” Chat Noir drawled bashfully, his hand returning to the back of his neck. “We haven’t really hung out recently. I should be done with patrol soon, do you maybe want to do something together? As friends of course.”

His hastily included addendum, reminded her why she was here and shook her effectively out of her thoughts.

“Afraid not Chat Noir. I’m meeting someone soon, so I won’t be available to meet up.” 

She made sure to keep her voice light and her plans vague.

“Well… tomorrow then?”

“Hmmm…” She hummed in mock-thoughtfulness. “I guess I’ll have to see, I’m pretty busy right now, but maybe sometime soon?” She patted his shoulder playfully and saw his eyes track the movement. 

“Oh um, alright then, sounds like a plan.” Chat Noir said sweetly.

This time, Marinette did not let his tone or words curb her plan.

“See you around, Chat Noir.” She said as she walked off.

Ha! That’ll show him that little ol’ Marinette has moved on and is a brand new person who doesn’t need him to love her!

Still, she couldn’t stop the victory-marring regret from flooding in, after all she really would have liked to hang out with him.

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Thank you so much for the ask! <3

hello!! thank you for asking

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“Well I don’t know! I’m not getting heartburn am I?”

“No, Marinette. I mean, you could be, but I don’t think that’s why your chest is aching.”

“I COULD BE HAVING HEARTBURN?” Marinette shrieks, before opening her laptop to research the causes of heartburn, and if a fifteen year old girl could be suffering from it. Tikki sighed. She would get Marinette to figure it out soon, and the quickest way to do so would be to eliminate any other possibility.

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yeah, yeah, you say free reign but in the way a tragedy goes we both knew it was always going to be this. and anyway, the song choice sided with fate

37. Lover of the Light by Mumford and Sons

In the middle of the night, I may watch you go There'll be no value in the strength of walls that I have grown There'll be no comfort in the shade of the shadows thrown But I'd be yours if you'd be mine

“It's silver,” Nathalie thinks as Emilie flashes the ring at her. “She deserves gold.”

Gold to match the way the summer sun glints off of her hair. Gold to match the flash of light that seems to spring from each open-mouthed laugh. A pound of gold, for every pound of memories between them.

“It's lovely,” Nathalie offers, as professionally as she can.

Emilie pulls her into an unprofessional kiss.

Like their time in school, like glasses of wine, like nights shared in the dormitory, it's not long enough. It never is.

“We'll honeymoon in Tibet,” Emilie says. “And you're invited.”

blaming you and @bittersweetresilience for making me think about felix and emilie and amelie. originally i was thinking about sunny's thoughts about felix and amelie's relationship and his thoughts on what she did while colt was alive. but then i started thinking about him looking at that painting of emilie and. well.

He remembers Aunt Emilie trying to convince his mother to leave. He hadn't really understood the first time - why Aunt Emilie had pleaded or why his mother had been so sure they couldn't go, even though they'd traveled to visit Paris at least twice a year at the time. By the time he'd understood, really understood, Aunt Emilie's voice had already started to grow weaker. It wasn't much longer after that his mother was the one who was pleading, this time for Aunt Emilie to stay. By then, Félix knew it wasn't about staying in London a little longer. He didn't realize the pleas of both sisters were doomed until later, when his father left first. That the sisters' lives were tied together and cursed to be apart. That they'd never be happy and free together, him and mother and Emilie and Adrien. But oh, how they'd tried. He'd always love Aunt Emilie for that.