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recordmcqueen · 5 years

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Eyes, Eyeliner, and Eyelashes

i know it’s Alix week and I hope I can do something for her but until then have some lumana/lumarcnath uwu

*also wow i wrote two things in a single weekend ;O;*

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“So, Nath, what color are your eyes?”

“Huh?” Nathaniel looked up from his hands currently resting on Luka’s leg. He gave Marc a questioning look.

“What color are your eyes?” Marc repeated, looking at him closesly. More specifically, looking at his eyes closely.

Nathaniel swallowed. “Uh, green, why do you ask?”

“Your eyes are green?” Luka asked, surprised. He put down the nail polish brush for a moment to look at Nath, too. “Huh.”

“I mean, I figured they were a seafoam sort of color but I wasn’t really sure,” Marc said. “I can see that, but there’s definitely some blue in there that probably threw me off.”

“That’d be my contacts,” Nathaniel explained. “My eyes look greener when I take them out.”

Luka tilted his head to the side. “I kinda thought they were blue, too, but I never really looked closely.”

“Neither did I,” Marc said. “I never really noticed till today.” He stared into Nath’s eyes a moment longer before breaking his gaze away. He looked down, blushing.

“Well I guess it’s also cause the blue stands out more when Marc is there, too,” Luka noted. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more vivid green than yours.”

Marc’s blush intensified and he reached over to fidget with a bottle of nail polish. Luka went back to carefully painting Nath’s nails. The redhead watched him warily.

The guitarist raised an eyebrow. “If you’re not comfortable with this, just tell me and I’ll stop.”

Nathaniel shook his head. “It’s fine, I’m just not used to them being so...”

“Bright? Obvious? Sharply contrasting?” Marc offered.

“Yeah, that.” Nathaniel bit his lip. “It kind of blares out, don’t you think?”

Marc and Luka gave him identical deadpan looks.

The artist looked back down. “Ah, yes, I’m talking to the two guys who literally can’t go out in public without black nail polish.”

“Yeah, well you go out with full-on eyeliner,” Marc pointed out. “We all fail at subtlety.”

“That reminds me,” Nath said, distracted, “why doesn’t Luka wear eyeliner?”

“I do!” Luka gave him an incredulous look. “Have you not seen me?” Nathaniel raised an eyebrow and he sighed. “It probably blends in with my eyelashes.”

Marc gave a small cough that sounded suspiciously like “what eyelashes?” and covered his mouth with his hand.

“Well, for an aspiring edgy idol, you’re lacking considerably in the raccoon eyes department,” Nathaniel decided. “Marc, where’s your makeup bag?”

Luka paled. “Oh, no, we are not doing full-face makeovers. I have an interview in three hours and, no offence Marc, I don’t think the hospital reception is looking for amateur divas.”

“None taken,” Marc laughed. “But just imagine all those distressed faces going alight with joy at the sight of such a beautiful face behind the welcoming desk.”

“Yes, I’m sure they’d be thrilled to see a member of the Black Parade pointing them to their sick loved one’s room. Or better, one of those clowns at the wedding in I Write Sins Not Tragedies.”

Nathaniel glared. “Hypocrite,” he pointed accusingly.

Luka put his hands up in mock surrender. “I speak from an ignorantly objective perspective!” he insisted, “I would kill to join the Black Parade or go to that wedding any day!”

“Killing to join the Black Parade is kind of ironic, don’t you think?” Marc said in a stage whisper.

This time, Nathaniel and Luka both turned to stare at him.

“Wow, Marc, I had no idea you had a sarcastic side!” the redhead said, eyes wide. “Where is this coming from?”

Marc grinned in spite of himself. “Too much time on Tumblr, I guess,” he shrugged.

Luka shook his head. “I remember those days you’d be coming to me lamenting about how you could barely maintain a full conversation with Nathaniel, and now look at you!”

“Luka!” Marc groaned, at the same time Nathaniel said “Huh?”

The guitarist smiled at both of them slyly. “Yeah, Marc was a total gay disaster back when you both were just starting out. You were so cute, though, I couldn’t help teasing you about it. And now look, I got both of you!”

“Congratulations!” Marc said, half-sarcastic, and laughed, playfully slapping Luka’s wrist. “Besides, you were too busy trying to charm Marinette while having your eyes glued to Adrien Agreste.”

“Both fine and rightfully attractive human beings,” Luka nodded. “But you two are adorable gay nerds and I wouldn’t trade you for the hottest model on the planet.”

“Nah, you’d trade us for Gerard Way in a heartbeat. I bet you’d let him cover you in eyeliner,” Nathaniel said, and Marc snickered softly.

“Well, yeah, I would, but then so would you,” Luka defended. “And Brendon Urie is a no-brainer. I’d give up you two and my guitar for the chance to talk to him.”

Nathaniel sighed. “Valid.”

Marc nodded. “Very fair.”

“But in all other cases, you two are singularly irreplaceable,” Luka assured them.

The writer grinned. “That’s nice to know.”

Nath cleared his throat. “I’d also probably ditch you for Chris Hemsworth and maybe a couple of other actors from superhero movies, but apart than those, you can rest assured you have my loyalty.”

“What, are we setting down conditions for our fidelity, now?” Marc joked.

“Theoretically, yes-”

“Love is unconditional,” Luka cut the redhead off. “The odds of any of those theoretical scenarios ever actually happening are like negative 42. We’re together through thick and thin.”

“Through thick eyeliner and thin streaks that get hidden in your nonexistent eyelashes,” Nathaniel added.

“And again with the eyelashes- why won’t either of you tell me what is up with the ‘nonexistent eyelashes’?” Luka asked, growing annoyed.

“Nothing of your concern,” Nath and Marc singsonged in unison.

The guitarist raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really? Cause you two both bring it up an awful lo-”

“Stop before one of us ends up breaking the fourth wall,” Mar cut in, then winced. “Shit.”

Nathaniel eyed him curiously. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you swear before, either.”

“Well there’s a first time for everything,” Luka snapped, “now can one of you tell me what’s going on with the eyelashe-”

“Nothing! Now, about-”

“Don’t you try and change the subject on me, now!” Luka threatened.

As if on cue, both Marc and Nath’s phones started ringing. Marc looked incredibly relieved,

He leaned over and picked his up, standing up. “Well, would ya look at that, it’s getting really late and I really have to be getting home, now. Seeya, and good luck with the interview!” He didn’t spare another moment in leaving the room.

Luka turned to Nathaniel, who swallowed nervously, reaching for his phone. The taller one swept it out of his reach.

“Your nails aren’t dry,” he informed the artist in a dangerously lighthearted voice. “You’re not going anywhere until you tell me-”

Nathaniel had reached his final threads of desperation and broke forward, lifting up and crashing right into Luka’s face.

A few moments later, the redhead hastily exited the room, leaving behind a considerably flustered musician and an open bottle of nail polish threatening to spill. Not that said musician paid any notice to the stain just waiting to happen on his jeans.

Nathaniel now had two prospects looming over his head. Luka was probably going to hound him down until he gave him an answer, but Nath could probably avoid him for some time, at least. Unless he decided to come pick up Juleka from school, but that was less likely and so less concerning.

He was going to have to figure out a similarly foolproof way to evade Marc, though, because when the writer found out that Nathaniel had kissed Luka without him, there wouldn’t be much of an artist on the Nath! Comics team left.

But he’d deal with that when it came. Tonight was for distracting his mind from the anxiety of the future by celebrating his first ever kiss.

#luka couffaine #nathaniel kurtzberg #marc anciel #miraculous ladybug #lumarcnath #lumana #lukaniel #lumarc #marcnath #my writing #idk how to tag #uhh #crack #?#eyelashes #givelukaeyelashes2k19 meme

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mysterioussinkhole · 5 years

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Testament

The Calm Before The Storm: Jon has everyone give a quick statement before the action begins.

Jon - He, Daisy, Basira, and Tim will go to the wax museum. Daisy will set the charges as they run interference. The timing for setting them off has to be precise, but if they do it right The Stranger will need centuries to reattempt. Daisy feel she’s do better on her own. She’s not wrong but they all have reasons to go. Jon almost wants to prove Elias wrong by failing. Basira wants to back Daisy up. They’re close. It sounds like he almost envies them. He decides that he’s going to trust everyone but Elias despite his instincts because he needs people. The tapes have shown him how much everyone has suffered (and that certain people feel strongly about him). He’s worried for Martin and Melanie, but he needs to let them do what they need to do. It turns out that the other stolen skin, George Icarus, was buried by the Institute. The Stranger most likely has Leitner’s skin as well as Gertrude’s.

Basira - Her current circumstances make little sense to her. There’s no meaning to it. She’s aimless at the moment, and regrets how unscathed she seems compared to everyone else. It frustrates her that there’s nothing she can do. Her plan is to fight. Daisy will be with her and they ground each other. She worries about Jon and Tim keeping it together. They’ll just have to do what they can.

Melanie - She feels left out of the loop. The others are leaving soon and she knows she should wish them luck. But hope seems futile now. Taking out Elias is meant to give her catharsis, yet no one gets that to do that she needs to kill him herself. She’s so angry all the time. Her whole life has been spent fighting to get what she has and she’s going to keep on. Elias doesn’t scare. Just makes her angry. There’s not much left of her that isn’t anger. Then she explains how she went to India to investigate reports of ghosts from a British massacre. The site did have manifestations but they were this angry mass of dead flesh and guns. They shot her as she ran away. There was no sign of a bullet in her leg at the hospital. She wishes Jon luck, but says she hopes it hurts.

Martin - He’s scared, but he doesn’t want that to define him. He’s always scared and he’s not even on the main mission. The thing is... this feels like the end. His life hasn’t been normal for long time but this feels like a cross roads. He wants everyone to be safe (though his focus is on Jon). The plan he’s made is better than running because he’s the one setting the trap. He realizes he sounds like a Web person and digresses into what Jon will think. He’s tired of being passive. The pain and fear will be ok, because he gets to make something right. He tells Jon and the others not to die.

Daisy - *deep breath, sound of a gun loading* Ok.

Tim - He addresses what’s listening and says he hates it for watching them. He used to blame his brother and himself for what happened, but now he knows it’s just chance. The Stranger is going to feel pain because of him. They gave him the detonator. He gets to pull the trigger. Smirke and his ideals seem pathetic to him now. The only person who ever hurt them was Gertrude, and she did it by showing no mercy. Jon should learn from her. He wants his life to be used for something.

Jon, again - He hasn’t burned Gerry’s page yet. There’s information he could still give him. The idea of destroying knowledge distresses him. But he sucks it up and forces himself to burn it. It sounds like it hurts. And Gerard Keay is finally at rest.

Who Did It: The Beholding

Spooky Rating: 6/10, bad things are in store folks.

Stray Thoughts: Let’s see, Jon has lost his capacity to genuinely trust and finds it physically painful to destroy knowledge (a key fact to introduce before we see Martin’s plan). Basira feels useless. Melanie drank the murder juice and is probably going to have an arc involving her connection to the Slaughter soon, if the sound cues are any indication. Martin thinks the only way to prove that he’s not soft and cowardly is to put himself in harm’s way. Daisy is as incredible as ever. Tim has a death wish and he’s going to take it all down with him. This episode has some nice small moments that almost make up for the incoming pain, like Jon getting flustered about “office gossip”, Martin doing a weird little impression of his boss, Melanie telling the India story, and info about Basira’s family. I’m willing to bet that this episode has much more foreshadowing than we currently realize.

#the magnus archives #tma #archiving the archives #recorded live in front of a studio audience #testament

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