When You’re A Fic Writer And You’ve Finally Arrived At The Scene You’ve Been Wanting To Write All

So regarding the twin AU, how does Nathanael feel about Bridgette?

bridgette pays nathanaël handsomely for his services

(felix idly critiques them)

Origin episodes premiere

Are you going to watch “The Birth of Ladybug Part 1” (Korean episode 14), aka Origin Episode Part 1? If so, this post has everything you need! It will air on March 1st at 7am in Korea, which is February 29th 5pm EST. Links and resources will be below the cut, but I wanted to give some reminders because of this episode’s special circumstances:

Please consider not tagging your reaction posts with the main “miraculous ladybug” tag, character tags, etc. Just no main tags. 

Use #ml origins or #ml origin spoilers on all posts relating to the premiere.

If you want to post about the origin episodes, consider using a “read-more” (like the one in this post) and put spoiler images and discussions below the cut. If you don’t know how to make a read-more, hit the “Enter” button in a text post, click the plus sign to the left, then the […] button. 

Another method, which is nice for other post types, is to queue or schedule. If your queue is long enough that the post won’t be on your blog before 11am March 13th (for the first origin episode), queue it. If you don’t really have a queue, you can schedule your post (learn how to do so here). 

Or, you could just not post about the episodes until March 13th/19th. Whatever you choose, I just ask that you think about the fans who want to wait for Astruc’s script. 

Considering how important Astruc thinks the dialogue is for these episodes, I’d like to suggest that if you don’t speak Korean, don’t watch the subs this time. Or, at the very least, understand that the subs in this episode shouldn’t be taken too literally because they might diverge from Astruc’s original intention for the script. Perhaps try to avoid dialogue-captioning gifs and screenshots, and wait until the French version is subbed to do so. 

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My Interpretation of Sky: The Knight in Shining Armour

Over the last week, I’ve seen some Sky discourse go down on Tumblr, and, as the founder of the Prince Sky Defence Squad (current members: one. Please join me, it’s lonely over here), I’d like to share my thoughts on him as a character. This is all my opinion, so feel free to disagree. But before we get into this bad boy, I want to point out that this meta is solely based on the first four seasons of Winx Club. Furthermore, I stole @stellasolaris template for meta posts.

Length: 3.1k words (sorry)

All GIFs are made by @stellasolaris. Thank you <3

I think I won’t be exaggerating when I say that Sky is probably one of the most disliked characters in the fandom. But what do we know about him based on canon? He is the only child of King Erendor and Queen Samara, which makes him the Crown Prince of Eraklyon. Bloom is his girlfriend and Brandon is his best friend. He attends Red Fountain and is the leader of his squad. He’s a hero, the golden boy, the perfect guy, the knight in shining armour.

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A Sleepless Night

(Post Twilight of the Apprentice)

Words weren’t an option.

Not right now.

I don’t know when they will be.

Hera was the first one to speak. Maybe not vocally. But with her gaze. Her gaze towards me. I only looked away. It hurt too much.

Kanan was the one to vocally talk first, as we all sat down in the common room on The Ghost. Hera had guided him over, setting him down on the crescent shaped couch.

I sat down on the brown chair that was apparently Zeb’s. He was the one who placed his heavy hands down on my shoulders, sitting me on it instead of using it himself.

As soon as Kanan started talking, it was a blur. I remember quickly standing up and pushing to get out of the room. I remember voices asking where I was going, but a response just not working.

I remember the violent ringing in my ears, the collapsing against the door frame onto the floor. I don’t know who caught me, or if anyone did. I don’t know how I got to my cabin.

I sat up in my bunk, immediately feeling the dryness in my throat. I kicked off the blankets trapping my body heat in, making a cold sweat form on my skin. Then I heard snoring.

I couldn’t call out his name to ask if it was him. Words still didn’t work. Maybe water would help.

I found myself in the kitchen of the ship. I reached my hand up to grab a cup the usual way I would, with the force. I stopped myself, fisting my hands at my sides. I couldn’t now. Not after what I had done back on that cursid planet.

A dirty cup from the sink was washed and filled with fresh water. I held it with both hands, both of my shaking hands. I didn’t go back to the cabin, but instead the common room. Back on the chair.

The cold liquid felt soothing on my scratchy throat. It brought some sort of relief. But not enough. Maybe the water brought back some ability of emotion.

I didn’t make it through the other half of my cup, before I had started crying.

Full on bawling.

I had to put the cup down in order not to spill it everywhere. Or maybe so I wouldn’t throw it across the room. 

Why was it so cold?

My hands held my legs to my chest, being the only comfort I had. Shaking back and forth seemed to help. Pushing my head into my knees made it more bearable.

It fell from my tongue before I knew it. The first words I had said since I had screamed, seeing the temple collapse with Vader and Ahsoka fighting fiercely, still inside.

“It’s all my fault.”

Were those the only words I knew? It felt like it. They just kept repeating. Over and over, as I shook on the chair. I don’t know how long I was there, lost in that trance, but a beeping sound distracted me.

The orange droid had pulled up beside my chair, sticking an arm out and patting my socks. It raised an arm, holding it up towards my knees.

I reluctantly dropped my legs down and reached a hand out to his. I blinked, and we were back to my cabin.

I felt him nudge my legs, pushing me inside. The door opened, and my gaze immediately turned to the color in the room. The red color being emitted from a triangular prism in the corner on a desk.

I remembered another word. And once again, it got stuck on my tongue.

“No! No! No!”

Chopper had a grip on my hand, but I was stronger. I pulled away and backed up to the far corner. “No no no no!”

The lasat in the lower bunk finally stirred. “Chopper! What did you d- Ezra? Kit?” Zeb quickly sat up, slowly inching over with his hands out.

“N-no. No no no…” I wanted to tell him to go away. I didn’t deserve comfort. Kanan did. Go help him not me!

“Kit. Come on. Back to bed. It’s uh.. it’s okay.” Zeb reached a hand under my arm, pulling me up from the floor.

“It’s my fault. My fault. No no no….”

Zeb looked to where I was staring. The red seemed to stand out in the darkness of the cabin.

“That? Ezra, you ‘er focused on that thing for like an hour! ‘Ere!” Zeb reached over and grabbed the holocron, quickly placing it in my hands, then raising his own paws up and out of the way after.

“NO!” I tossed it at the wall, causing it to turn over and land in the corner of the room behind some empty milk cartons.

Zeb shook his head. “Come on. Bed ‘ime. Just rest.” He placed both hands on my shoulders and stood in the view from the holocron. I blinked.

Suddenly I was covered in my blankets again. Zeb was softly snoring again. But I couldn’t sleep. How could I? The only thing that ran through my head were three words.

“It’s your fault.”

My legs brought the same comfort as before, clutching them to my chest. Pressing my head down kept out the red glow in the corner of my eyesight. Rocking back and forth was just something do to.

Maybe I fell asleep like that. I don’t know. But I remember waking up to a hand on my back. A fragile hand. Maybe the look on her face suggested I had been awake all night like this.

“A-are you okay? Is something wrong?” Sabine had the most worried expression plastered on her face. I didn’t like it. I learned another word from it.

I shook myself free from her hand, looking away. 

“I’m fine.” Did she buy it?

“Breakfast is ready. Just…come down when you’re ready.” She blinked a few times, before walking out. Before I could say one of the few words I knew, she was gone.

I swung my legs over the side of the bunk, and stared down at my hands. My stupid hands. The ones that trusted Maul and were used against me. I didn’t want to feel the same power I did when I was lifting that wall ever again.

“Ezra? Are you in here?”

I looked up to the voice coming from the doorway, my neck cracking. I quickly looked back down. Why was he here?

Kanan slowly walked in, hands trailing along the wall to guide him closer to me. I wanted to curl up in the farthest corner, but I just couldn’t. I couldn’t move. His hands found my knee first, then my thigh, then my shoulder.

“Ezra…we’ve been calling for you for a while…maybe an hour.” Kanan slowly rubbed my right shoulder.

I used that same word again. It was the only thing that would come out.

“I’m fine.”

Kanan’s hands trailed to my face. His right thumb rubbed over my scars. They both trailed up behind my ears into my hair. I kept still, avoiding the white cloth where his eyes should have been.

“My fault…It’s my fault…mine.”

His left hand trailed down to my back, pulling me in for a hug. His right stayed in my hair. “No it’s not. Ezra, please… please stop blaming yourself. This is not-”

“Yes it is! It’s my fault! All my fault!” New words formed and suddenly were spat out.

“I trusted him! I believed him! I was wrong! It’s my fault!”

Kanan quickly grabbed me by my upper arms, holding me tightly.

“Ezra. This is not your fault. It’s not. He deceived you. He deceived me, and he deceived Ahsoka. Please… Trust me.”

I quickly looked up, my eyes finally meeting the white cloth over where Kanan’s eyes should have been. I could feel tears forming in my own eyes.

“Ah-Ahsoka…”

I felt my bottom lip quiver at the thought of the tall togruta. How much I missed her. How much I blamed himself for her death. How much I hated Darth Vader for taking her away.

Kanan rubbed his thumbs over my upper arms, trying to drag me out of my thoughts. He was suddenly met with an armful of teen, violently sobbing into his chest.

“I’m s-so sorry! I’m s-sorry! Sor-so sorry!”

He softly rubbed my back, trying to soothe me. “Shhh. It’s okay. Just calm down. Breathe.”

I rubbed my head into his sweater, my tears soaking the front of my master’s pullover. I wanted to believe everything wasn’t my fault, but it made too much sense not to be.

“It’s your turn to trust me now. Trust me in saying, that none of this is your fault. Absolutely none of this.”

The heaviness I felt inside me seemed to lift slightly. I don’t know how, or why. But I felt better, in his arms. Everything felt right. I almost felt…happy.

Kanan pulled away, his hands resting on my shoulders. “Come on. Breakfast is probably cold now. So we better go before it freezes over.”

I could tell he was trying to be funny. But I wasn’t ready to laugh just yet. But what I could do, was smile. From the way Kanan pat my back, maybe he could tell I had?

Alien: Ten credits for your Blueberry.

Garazeb: You got to be joking!  He’s worth at least 15 credits!

Ezra: HEYYYYY!!!!!!

Alien: 13 credits?

Garazeb: Done.

Ezra: *makes surprise face* You have got to be kidding me!

Screencaps came from here

Adrien: OH HELL YES I GET TO BE A MAGICAL GIRL

Plagg: That isn't really what I s--

Adrien: TRANSFORM ME, PLAGG

Plagg: Wait I haven't finished explaaainiiiiiiiiing

Adrien: YES TIME FOR MY MAGICAL GIRL DANCE

Adrien: ALL THOSE NIGHTS CHOREOGRAPHING AND PRACTICING, THEY'VE AlL LED UP TO THIS MOMENT

Adrien: I WILL NOT DISAPPOINT YOU SAILOR MOON

Plagg: So I take it you have no friends

Adrien: AW YEAH LEATHER CAT SUIT BABY, THIS IS SWEET. TIME TO SHOW IT OFF TO PARIS

Plagg: Fu you have created a monster

Lance Flirting Headcanons

Lance, sliding across the floor in his socks: Hey babe, you look a lot like my next boyfriend ;)

Keith, close to tears: wHO IS HE, IS HE BETTER AT SWORD FIGHTING, IS THAT WHY-

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Lance: Is your name Ariel? Because I think we were mermaid for each other ;))

Keith: Who the fuck is Ariel

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Lance, laying on the table: Hey honey, I think youre lacking some vitamin ME ;)))

Keith, shoving gummy vitamins in his mouth: I don’t think m.e. is a real vitamin

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Lance: Are you from Tennesse? Cuz you’re the only ten I see ;))))

Keith, in a cowboy hat, plaid shirt cowboy boots on top of a horse, sipping sweet tea: Y'all’d’ve known I’m Texan, mate

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Lance, shooting out from under the table: IF YOU WERE A FRUIT, YOUD BE A PINEAPPLE

Keith: what the fucks a fruit

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Lance: Did you sit in a pile of sugar? Cuz you have a sweet ass ;))))

Keith, straight faced: No, it’s cocaine.

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Lance, swinging from a chandelier: Hey baby, I’m lost. Can you give me directions to your heart?

Keith: What? Are-are you trying to-SHIROOOO LANCE WANTS TO STEAL MY ORGANS

Lance, falling off: kEITH, NO-

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Lance: Was your dad a boxer? Cuz you sure are a knockout ;))))

Keith, crying: I dont know, my dad left me as a kid

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Lance: Hey, did you know I’m a theif? Cuz I’m here to steal your heart ;))))

Keith, screeching: SHIRO HES TRYING TO SELL MY ORGANS AGAIN SHIIIIIIROO OH MY GOD

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Lance, leaning on a door all cool like: Was your mom an alien? Cuz you’re out of this world ;))))

Keith, crying and full of self-hate after finding out he’s half galra: Y-yes

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Lance: Someone call the space cops, cuz it’s illegal to look that good ;))))

Keith, jumping out a window: YOULL NEVER CATCH ME ALIVE

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Lance, putting on sunglasses: Keith, babe, you make my palms sweaty, knees weak, arms spaghetti-

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Lance: Stop, drop, and roll baby cuz you are on fIRE ;)))))))

Keith, sitting completely still after 3 days of not sleeping: It’s about fucking time.

Lance: KeITH NO

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Lance, at night, gliding into Keith’s room: Baby, my name’s Lance, just so you know what to scream out ;))))))))))))))))

Keith, reaching for his knife, frantic: sssshhhhhIIROOOO, HE FINALLY SNAPPED. LANCE IS GOING TO MURDER ME

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Lance, a huge blanket in his arms: Hey Keith, Lets make like fabric softener and Snuggle ;))))))))))

Keith, who has never washed his clothes in his life: What the fucks a fabric softener

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Pidge, dragging Keith into her room: Okay. This ends right now, right here you dense ass motherfu-

Keith, confused after just being kidnapped: What the fuck

Pidge: KEITH, YOU FUCKING BRICK WALL, LANCE IS TRYING TO GET INTO YOUR PANTS FUCKING SAY YES OR FLIRT BACK JUST PLEASE END THIS SUFFERING YOURE PUTTING US ALL THROUGH

Keith:…. flirt?????? Whats??? Whats flirting???

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Keith, pulling at his hair, reading the scribbles from his arm, red as a firetruck: Uh, shit, um Did-did you butt dial me? Cuz uh…. fucking pidGe, um cuz, BECAUSE THAT ASS IS CALLING ME

Lance, crying, moving to kiss Keith: I LOVE YOU???? SO MUCH???? YOURE THE LIGHT OF MY LIFE??? MY ONE AND ONLY????? MY REASON FOR LIVING??? MY ONE TRUE LO-

Adrien is weeb trash and you cannot convince me otherwise.

Alternative title: Origin Story 0.5

Awesome sister assists cheeky brother with hobby

Can you draw like a cute cartoon between Nino and Felix please? You've made me ship them so hard.

nino has a lot of self-evaluation to do