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yuusishi · 1 year
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*breaks into your Tumblr* HELLO THERE!! 👀
May I request a fluffy crack-like scenario where Idia, Rook, and Trey (separately) confess to the gn!reader. The reader happily accepts their confession because, of course, they also like them too. HOWEVER! They state something unexpectedly hilarious just after the confession:
"Well, since we are dating now, you'll have to prove yourself worthy of being Grim's father. That little gremlin may be annoying and tiring to deal with, but he's like my son, you know?"
What would their reaction be? And thank you in advance!! 💕
To Be My Boyfriend is to Be Grim’s Parent!
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pairings: Idia Shroud, Rook Hunt, Trey Clover x gn!reader (sep.)
they/them pronouns used
genre: fluff, crack-ish
cws/tws: none
a/n: THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE, THIS REQ WAS ONE OF THE ONES BEFORE NOVEMBER IT’S FINALLY HERE 😭. I got a little rusty due to not writing for a while but I hope this is still good! Also I apologize that I forgot to make it a little crack-ish on Trey and Idia </3
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¡ Idia Shroud !
“Y-You actually like me? Like you’re being for real? This isn’t a joke, right?” Idia’s speech was frantic and he was slightly scratching at his fingers ``Of course I do, the others may be nice to me like you but you’re just different. Like, help me with my homework, let me hang out with you when I feel down, and a lot more, and I love you for that”
‘Oh Seven, they even dropped the L word…’ Idia pulled up his hood and hid his face within it
You let out a little giggle before speaking again “Although…”
Idia peeked out from his hood, preparing himself for the worst while you just continued laughing
“Since I assume we’re dating…” you slowly put your hands on your hips and looked at Idia dead in the eyes, slightly startling the boy “...you need to prove yourself worthy of being Grim’s father!”
Idia stared off at your face for a moment, brain malfunctioning
‘Father…I’m Grim’s father…? Wait…, wouldn’t that make [Name] my….’
Congratulations you made Idia’s brain blue screen.
After calming him down from his thoughts he sighed and pulled you into his embrace, his arms wrapped around your lower back and his head buried into your shoulder
“I guess I am experienced in taking care of kids like Grim, I can take it”
Although you said it all as a joke, you lovingly stared over at Idia’s head and returned his embrace.
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¡ Rook Hunt !
Rook’s answers to things are always so extravagant, always knowing what to say in most situations, but nothing could have prepared him for what you said
“Prove myself worthy of becoming the father of Monsieur Peluche?” he was shocked to say the least, his face was wide-eyed and a small gap between his lips with his brain trying to fully process it before he busted out his signature close-eyed smile
“What a glorious challenge, mon cherie! I shall become nothing short of the best father to him…!” he paused before taking your hand in his and pressing a gentle kiss onto your knuckles “...And of course, the best husband for you, mon amour”
Ah…it seems your own joke backfired on you for you are the one with a face flushed red at Rook’s actions.
Grim’s ears perked up when he heard you yelling for him in the empty hallways, it was after class hours after all, he instantly became suspicious when Rook was way more affectionate than usual. Rook doesn’t flirt with students, but he does say things sometimes that sound like he is
“What do you want?” Grim eyed Rook
“I, Rook Hunt, am one of your parents now!” he yelled as he picked up Grim like he weighed nothing
“New what?! I didn’t even know I had one parent?!” he yelled back “Oh how cruel you are to [Name], they told me that to be their boyfriend is also to be your father!”
Grim gave you a confused and begging look before reluctantly giving in to Rook’s hold.
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¡ Trey Clover !
“E-Excuse me?” he blinked in confusion
“Mhm! That Grim is my son and since we are dating you need to prove that you’re a good father for him!” you stared at him with a determined face with your hands on your hips
Trey was full of confusion at this moment, mainly out of shock, but laughed it off with a sigh “Well, knowing Grim, shall we bake something for him as a peace offering?”
Your eyes lit up at the mention of baking with your now boyfriend and you yelled a yes.
You rested your arms on the countertop of Heartslabyul’s kitchen, them being tired from mixing all the batter needed for Trey’s peace offering cake to Grim
“Did baking tire you out that much?” he teased “Yeah, guess I’m not used to so much arm movement” you laughed
Trey paused for a moment before leaning in closer to your face “Did you eat some of the cake batter?”
Only realizing now that you got some of the batter on your lips you awkwardly laughed in front of his scolding eyes, Trey sighed before wiping off the batter on your lips quickly with his thumb and wiping it off on a kitchen rag. You heard him make a little hum before he leaned in again but this time instead of his thumb on your lips it was his lips on yours, the red on your face almost matching the red on Heartslabyul’s walls when he pulled away while he had a mischievous grin on his face
“I guess cake batter does taste good, but it’s better when it’s fully baked”.
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fefeman · 1 year
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I think what set Lobo aside from other SCU (Shrek Cinematic Universe) antagonist is that he's closer to a Kung Fu Panda antagonist than a Shrek antagonist.
By that I mean : More serious framing, a dangerous opponent in a field the main character is competent (or will be), a motivation that is somewhat more psychological, some kick-ass choreography, etc...
SCU antagonists were generally more a form of societal threat, someone who has access to resources Shrek doesn't have, but who never really challenges the main characters in a field they are skilled in. Fairy Godmother doesn't fight Shrek in a pro wrestling match, Humpty dumpty doesn't duel Puss with a rapier, Faarquad doesn't do parkour, Monsieurs Hood doesn't match Fiona's martial art with wing Chun moves, etc...
Meanwhile, Lobo arrives and just trash puss fencing, a skill we know Puss is proficient in. For the first time in the SCU, a protagonist is opposed at his best, and gets completely overpowered.
Makes me wonder if this will be a new approach in future Shrek Antagonists (since the last wish seems to imply there will be a new Shrek movie).
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crow-stars · 6 months
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❝WET CLOTHES, WET HAIR, WARM SMILES❞
❦summary; just because it's raining outside doesn't mean you can't have fun. it only makes it better when there's a friend joining in too. ♪the characters in this story; gn!reader, epel felmier ✎word count; 847 ❀what do the ghosts say?; platonic, playing in the rain, epel gets in trouble, just having a grand old time ☛the author's notes; tomorrow is a rest day! so nothing will be posted on that day. actually have a rest day every 7 (or 8 i think it is??) days, so the next ones will be on the 16th & 24th! ☪look at the catalogue?
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It was raining again today. It was the third day in a row.  Epel sighed as he stared out the window, lips formed in an almost pout. His cheek pressed against the cool glass, perhaps the only good thing out of this incessant downpour. Epel loved the rain, always loved jumping around in puddles and playing in the mud since he was a kid, but he couldn’t do that now, not under the watchful gaze of Vil. 
Epel sighs again. He feels like he’ll begin to lose air from how much he’s sighing. 
“Monsieur Crabapple, why are you so sad?” Rook came up next to Epel suddenly, that all knowing smile on his lips that unnerved pretty much everyone. “Could it be the rain that has brought upon such a dreary look upon your delicate features?” 
Epel groaned and rolled his eyes, pushing away from the window and towards one of the couches in the lounge. If there was one thing that Epel was glad for, it was how soft the couches in Pomefiore were. He could hear Rook move over to Epel’s side, the hunter’s hands lightly poking at the freshman’s side. 
“Will ya stop that?! I ain’t in the mood for this...” Epel groaned out, slapping Rook’s hand away before plopping his face back into the cushions. Having Rook bother him on top of the despair of not being able to go out into the rain and have fun only made Epel’s mood sour. Thankfully, Rook’s footsteps leave Epel alone in the lounge and he’s left to his self wallowing.
After a few minutes of lamenting to himself, he heard his phone ring in his pocket. Epel lifted his chin as he turned on the device, seeing that he received a message. From you specifically. 
Do you wanna go play in the rain? 
A second message came in after that. 
I can sneak you out ;D
Epel sat up, eyebrows raising in interest. He took a look at the clock. Vil wouldn’t be coming back to the dorm for a while. A grin came over his lips and he practically jumped to get his raincoat, putting it on over his dorm uniform and rushing outside the dorm. Epel could already feel the rain droplets on his head the moment he steps out, the air pleasantly cool on his skin. 
He meets you in the hall of mirrors, also wearing a raincoat of your own. You were smiling almost as widely as Epel was, taking his hand and racing outside together. The first drops of water against Epel’s face felt like heaven, cold and fresh and better than staying inside his dorm. The two of you were running around in the rain soaked school grounds, jumping in whatever puddles the two of you happened across. 
Epel’s suddenly hand suddenly left your as he slipped on a puddle, yelping in surprise as the impact of his fall causes a large splash around the two of you. The feeling of water permeates through Epel’s coat, the droplets of water soaking his dorm uniform uncomfortably. Some of it even wets his hair, making the pale purple locks stick to Epel’s skin in a way he didn’t wish. Before he could even begin cursing out his frustrations, you laughed, a big, loud boisterous laugh that got Epel giggling as well. 
Epel manages to stand with your aid, letting the hood of his coat fall off his head. It made the rain begin to drench Epel’s hair, yet he didn’t mind, how could he when you both were enjoying the feeling of the rain against your skins. 
The cold shivers that Epel felt did nothing to put a damper on his fun, chest filled with glee that never diminished as the two of you frolicked and played in the rain as if you were children again. 
Your play continued all the way up until Rook and Vil interrupted it, Rook holding an umbrella over Vil’s head while he wore a raincoat. By that time, Epel looked absolutely messy, mud smeared on his cheeks, wet hair sticking to his forehead, dorm uniform muddied and dripping with rainwater. 
Vil was like an angry mother as he approached Epel, delicate fingers taking Epel’s ear and pinching it. Epel yelped and rubbed at his ear to soothe it. “Look at you,  you’re so messy. And your uniform─” Vil heaves a disappointed sigh and pinches his nose with his free hand, shifting his hand to grab Epel by the back of his uniform. “Come on. I’m taking you back to the dorm. Rolling around in the mud...”  
Epel protested as Vil dragged him back to the dorm, only managing to wave goodbye to you as he was swiftly taken away. Rook also waved goodbye to you, leaving with a pleasant smile. 
Epel was ‘grounded’ by Vil, forbidding him from going outside and playing in the rain ever again. It left Epel sulking about it, but it was only to be expected with how badly he messed up his uniform. 
But hey, at least he had fun.
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hanniyah · 4 months
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Fantasize (A Drabble)
(You look like Wriothesley, just a female and prettier because you are beautiful! I know this is an insert, but I just wanna shift you into a character setting, yk? ANYWAYS ENJOY!)
Lover!Neuvillete x Wriothesley's younger sister!Reader
You never strayed far from your older brother, Wriothesley. That meant going with him to his meetings, some official business, and even spending time with him in the fortess when he was a inmate there.
You always dressed yourself with a robe along with a hood and a scarf, rarely showing your face so people don't get a glimpse of you. The only person who has seen your face is Wriothesley, Sigewinne, Chief Justice, and Lady Furina. You thought you were contented with keeping your identity secret, since you are shyer than most.
Keyword: Were.
It was just another fateful day in the fortress, arranging books and brewing tea down in your older brother's office as per usual.
"[Your Name]? His Grace is looking for you. He has an official meeting and he'll be departing soon," Sigewinne says, popping into the office.
You put the last book in place and stop brewing tea, "Thank you, Sigewinne. Tell him I'll be there after I transfer the tea."
Sigewinne nods and heads out. You sigh, covering yourself up and quickly preparing. Heading out and up above the surface, you see your brother waiting for you.
"Let's get a move on, shall we?" Wriothesley smiles, gesturing a hand forward.
It wasn't everyday that you were on the overworld.
Or at least as your brother knew about it.
You were there almost every evening and every minute you'd get a chance, you'd visit one of two places. One, the Opera House or the latter option–
"[Your Name], are you even listening to me? I said we're here!" Wriothesley says loudly.
Ah yes, the Palais Mermonia.
"Y-yes, sorry," You stutter, clearing your throat and heading up the steps.
As you enter, you and Wriothesley are greeted by a few guards. Morning greetings from the guards come flowing in, especially the girls who swoon over your brother.
"Good morning, your grace!" You mockingly say in your brother's ear, causing him to slap the back of your head.
A low chuckle and the sounds of footsteps come closer, "I don't think I condone violence towards each other. That wouldn't be justified in the presense of the Chief Justice."
You straighten up, seeing Neuvillete towering before you. Now this, this is the man you come see when you leave the fortress.
A secret lover if you will.
"Good morning to you as well, Monsieur Neuvillete," You beam.
As per usual, the meeting begins and you sit with the Chief Justice and the Duke as they discuss. Your eyes don't shy away from Neuvillete, why would they?
He's one of the most gorgeous men that you've seen.
You find yourself spacing out, just admiring the wonderful man who sits in front of you as he discusses with your older brother. Neuvillete's eyes look away to gaze at yours for a moment.
Oh, the way he looks at you makes you feel so warm. You fantasize about this everynight, you'd give everything to him. And he'd do the same for you.
Soon enough, the meeting ends.
Although, that didn't mean you weren't coming back later.
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Once almost everyone in the fortress fell asleep, you snuck up to the lift so you could head up into the overworld. You no longer had to hide your face, so you changed into a dress you knew Neuvillete adored on you.
With your long, fluffy hair down, black and red dress with silver accents, and your frosty blue eyes shimmering in the bright moonlight, you felt more confident than ever. You sneak into Neuvillete's office, finding him standing by the window.
"You're finally here, my darling," He smiles softly.
You come up to him, a cheeky grin also plastered on your delicate face, "Miss me already?" You tease.
A gentle laugh escapes from his lips, "I suppose I did."
Just those words sent you running into his arms, hugging him tight. You didn't need words to say how much you miss him everyday, just this gesture was enough. His arms also squeeze you in closer, resting his chin on your head and inhaling the scent of your [Favourite scent] scented hair.
After a long time, you both pull away and Neuvillete gently grabs your chin, having you look up at him.
"I love you," He whispers, his lips nearing yours.
You didn't need to say anything for what happened next. His lips were on yours and yours on his.
It was gentle, smooth, passionate.
His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you close. The hydro dragon's gloved hands do get a bit...touchy, but you don't seem to mind. Not at all. The touches were so firm yet so warm, it made your insides feel mushy and soft.
You entangle your fingers with the Chief Justice's snow white hair, pulling him closer. He didn't pull away, no, he wanted closer.
Nothing mattered at the moment, not even the thundering footsteps coming from outside the door.
Suddenly, the doors to Neuvillete's office burst open. It was Wriothesley, "Neuvillete! My baby sister! She's gone and I checked everywhere in the fortress!– Woah."
Your brother's sudden burst in was embarrassing but also kind of funny.
Wriothesley slowly backs away, "I'll leave for now. But I'll need the tea later," The Duke smirks, "And I'm not just talking about the drink."
<3
(Sorry, this isn't proof read–)
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r-aindr0p · 8 months
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Rewatched Disney's Robin hood a few days ago and remembered I had a twst design for sir hiss my bloved
My guy's gonna need therapy after all the hits he recieved when he was with the prince sheesh
Verdant follows Vil basically everywhere he's allowed to, happy to be of assistance when needed, feels grateful that Vil isn't a brute to him even when he's irritated, not realising this is absolutely normal behavior to not hit people.
He has a lisp that Vil didn't bother correcting because well that's not the same thing as having an accent
His Rook nickname would probably be Monsieur siffleur
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ranminfan · 1 year
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Don't worry Piper, monsieur Hood knows what he's doing.
Between the two, Robin knows his way more around towns.
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lawwrenx · 3 days
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‘ Agape.
pass judgement into me, but love me too.
SYNOPSIS
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A hooded lady saunters the pathways of a fiery, hideous place beyond the graves and dirtied soil of the earthly sphere. Her heels clack against the stoned road, and it echoes in loud sharp sounds around the place that had screamed absolute filthy. The flames burns her skin through the fabric of her clothes, prickling white canvas with humid air that seemed almost unbearable— but she confidently continues her walk on the grounds belonging to the spirits of the damned, despite the wary stares burning on the back of her head; shoulders squared, back straight and head held up high.
Her figure screamed HOLINESS, a saint sent by the pure and blessed Lord above the heavens; a land far, far away from their grasps of desperateness and pitiful distressed calls for safety. Six holy wings stretch behind her head, whereas the rings flowered with all-seeing eyes revolve in orbit around her covered face, and she finally stops to an abrupt halt infront of a wretched excuse of an hotel to the path of redemption.
A blonde man, seemingly half the size of her, linger infront of the hotel before his crimson irises snaps from his nervous fidgeting of his cane to her towering silhouette just a foot away from his person. The lady in white and gold distantly tastes the bittering taste on the tip of her tongue,
“ Monsieur Ophanim (Your Name), The Court and The Divine Justice, I kindly extend you a warm welcome to the premises of Hazbin Hotel. ”
Heavenly Father,
Hell is a place that reeks of sin. a place for her.
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Fem!Ophanim!Reader x (?)
Wherein Reader, an Ophanim and otherwise referred to as “The Court”, “The Divine Justice” and the “Throne”, was thrown into hell as per request from Sera, the Seraphim for having illegally visiting hell. What will she do within the lands with man-eating demons, chaos and filth?
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ggomos-maribat · 2 years
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[5/?]
original prompt | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
Being a Wayne kid came with a full package of non-negotiable features: a loud protective family, an absurd amount of riches, Alfred, popularity, childhood trauma.
And of course, kidnappings for ransom.
Punch. Jab. Kick. Duck. Marinette stops to catch her breath after knocking down another one. They took her to an abandoned warehouse when she was on her way to her usual café. She doesn't feel worried or scared---she can take care of herself even out of costume---but she's miffed about the wasted time.
She glances at her wristwatch. Speaking of wasted time . . . She knows the news has reached the vigilantes and they're probably near her location already.
Rather than leaving it to the Bats, she decided to take care of the kidnappers inside the warehouse already to save her the trouble (she knows her brothers will not pull their punches and she doesn't need more of her time being eaten because of that).
Her watch ticks to eleven. Marinette scrambles to the wooden chair and binds her hands in a half-assed knot, just as the door bursts open.
Red Hood enters first. "Let her go---!"
He stops and looks at the unconscious bodies on the floor. Marinette also looks.
"What happened here?" Batman asks.
Marinette shrugs nonchalantly. "They just dropped on the floor suddenly. Weird."
Red Hood rushes to untie her from the seat while the other boys look for surprise attackers. Marinette also catches a glimpse of Orphan and Spoiler at the rafters. They did not need to send in everyone! How overprotective can they be?!
Marinette rubs her wrists. "Did anyone from my family come to get me?"
She does not miss how the big Bat stiffens. "Of course they---!" He stops and clears his throat, shifting back to his deeper tone. "They will arrive shortly, young lady."
She exaggerates a pout. "Not one of them came right away?"
Batman looks utterly conflicted. Marinette hears Spoiler choke on a laugh.
"They'll be here," says Red Hood, checking her for injuries. "We've got to get those cuts treated. You should come with me---"
Marinette recoils. "No, thanks. I'm good, Monsieur Bucket Head." She dusts off her skirt. "Besides, I can go to my brother Jason to help patch me up."
Red Hood lets out a strangled noise.
Taglist:
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maracujatangerine · 6 months
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79. The butler didn’t do it - part 2
CW: pet whump, animal death
Lydia leafed through page after page, pen in hand, marking out passages to be revised and spelling mistakes to be corrected.
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The butler didn’t do it
The low, midwinter sun cast its golden glow over the snow-covered forest. White-robed spruce and birch, rowan and beech, all stood silent in the cold. No wind stirring their branches.
The only thing moving was a lonely figure in a grey cloak who arduously trudged through the snow. They dragged a heavy spruce branch behind them, efficiently obscuring their tracks.
A man on a gleaming chestnut horse came to meet them. The horse high stepping through the snow. The jingling of the tack and the muffled hoofbeats loud in the stillness.
“There you are, Coal!” The man’s voice was suffused with joy and relief. He pushed back his brown hood to reveal long, dark hair, a neatly trimmed beard and sparkling, blue eyes. He reached out a restraining hand. “No, no, do not kneel. How are you?”
The blonde man bowed deeply. “I am well, Master. They have not suspected a thing.”
“Well done!” The man frowned. “Your clothes are too thin.” With a swift motion he unclasped his cloak, whipped it off and leaned down to lay it around Coal’s shoulders.
“Thank you, Master.” The pet gratefully wrapped the warm cloak tighter around himself. “I dare not arouse suspicion by showing off things that are above my station in life.”
“I’m sure you could come up with an excuse,” the rider grumbled, “a gift from your late master. A gift for uncommonly devoted service, that sort of thing. It is not uncommon, you know.”
Coal petted the horse’s neck, the mare nuzzling his hair with familiar affection.
“With all respect, Master. It isn’t worth the risk.”
“I trust your judgement.” The rider sighed. “I’m just worried about you.” He rallied, and continued briskly. “How did you manage to get out?”
“Like we planned. The cook was very happy with my avowed skill in setting traps and eager with the prospect of some hares to add to the supplies.”
“Brilliant.” The dark-haired man opened his saddlebag and revealed a brace of hares. Their soft, white fur shimmering in the pale sunlight. Thin, red lines circling their necks.
“Here you go, to further strengthen your reputation. I have sent Meredith to restring your traps.” He laughed. “She is a natural. She will take the path by the manor and insisted on wearing your old booths in case someone would be suspicious enough to check.”
“I had expected nothing less.” They exchanged proud smiles. Coal stuffed the hares into his own satchel.
“What is the mood in the house?”
“Everyone is in a tizzy about the upcoming holidays, eagerly and nervously awaiting the arriving guest.”
“I’m still angling for an invitation.” The rider interjected. “I will do all that is possible to make sure that I am there.”
“Thank you, Master.” The pet nodded and continued on. “The pets and the servants - not all of the servants are pets - are afraid.” He paused, thoughtfully. “But not, I think, of Mistress Gwendolyn, who I have barely seen, but who I hear is strict but fair and not unduly hash. The butler, the housekeeper and the cook have all been long with the household and they seem also generally well-liked by the staff. However… I’m sorry, Master. It pains me to speak ill of a person… the Mistress’ son seems to be a right piece of work. Cruel, insidious and apt to make problems for the staff.”
“Hmm…” The owner rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “I haven’t heard anything about this, but I will try to find out more about him. Anything else?”
“I think that is all for now.”
“Good work. Here, I brought some food for you.”
“Thank you, Master.” The pet handed over the cloak and took the packet. He bowed again. “I will head back. I’ll try to return here on the day after tomorrow.”
“Coal?”
“Yes, Monsieur Dupond.”
“Be careful.”
“I will.”
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Satisfied, Lydia left all the pages in neat stack of papers on the windowsill. Coriander would go through them and add comments later, too.
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This is the continuation of The Butler didn’t do it that absolutely no one asked for. 😂 Actually, this is a chapter of Lydia’s work in progress that happens before the events in the first part. Cory is working hard to help Lydia improve her writing, and specifically her writing of pets.
Tag List Part 1: @cupcakes-and-pain @whump-em @whumpzone @wh-wh-whu @neuro-whump @carnagecardinal @cowboy-anon @whump-me-all-night-long @redwingedwhump @myst-in-the-mirror @haro-whumps @eatyourdamnpears @bloodsweatandpotato @pinkraindropsfell @whumptywhumpdump @theydy-cringeworthy @whump-in-progress @whumpsy-daisy @nicolepascaline @whumpcreations @briars7 @shiningstarofwinter @whumppsychology @alex-ember @miss-kitty-whumptastic @whumpy-writings @in-patient-princess @youtube-fandoms-bands @goblinchildindabog @mazeish @distinctlywhumpthing @inpainandsuffering @canniboylism @icannotweave @incoherent-introspection @kim-poce @broken-typewriter @the-monarch-whumperfly @whumpers-inc @grizzlie70 @lil-whumper @writingbackwards @sunflower1000 @wingedwhump @thecitythatdoesntsleep @thingsthatgo-whump-inthenight @onlybadendings @rabass @wolfeyedwitch @melancholy-in-the-morning
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itsevanffs · 11 days
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a lot of tag games
i'm just gonna combine them into one post because otherwise i think the next like 10 posts you see are all gonna be my tag games. below the cut etc etc
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so, first and foremost, @aglassroseneverfades tagged me in a get to know tag game:
Relationship status: proud cat owner. i'm committed
Favorite color: probably the colour of alana's eyes. or her nose. or her beans. but cardinal red is a close contender
Song stuck in my head: nothing in particular, but i've been listening to all of cam ostrom's stuff on repeat recently. also bought his first EP the second i found him haha
Favorite food: broccoli and camembert pie (quiche?) with cashews
Last song I listened to: another familiar window by cam ostrom
Dream trip: home
Last thing I googled: tumblr
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@raehb336 and @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger tagged me in a wip tag game:
post all the names of the files in your wip folder, no matter how obscure or ridiculous. ok. it says to tag someone for every wip but i don't think i can tag like 80 people and i honestly don't want to. i have these in alphabetical order based on fandom btw
FS: rewrite
GF: cat eyes
HP: 2.5
HP: a/b/o fic canon adjacent
HP: a/b/o fic sacred nests
HP: a/b/o fic teacher/student
HP: a/b/o incest for monsieur
HP: a/b/o incest scarves
HP: a/b/o laundry au
HP: a learning experience
HP: at the expense of the world
HP: audio fic
HP: blood in your mouth
HP: blood relations 6
HP: boogeyman au
HP: chav au
HP: childhood pictures
HP: cnpg
HP: crash & burn
HP: curfew
HP: DNP
HP: DNA
HP: doll au
HP: egg creature fic
HP: emd fic of fic
HP: enamoured
HP: eton au
HP: fae au
HP: favours
HP: forced fem au
HP: forcedpreg kidnapping au
HP: futuristic ABO au
HP: hold me down (fuck me up)
HP: hooker au
HP: icarus au
HP: incest au 20
HP: incest inf nc
HP: in the dark rewrite
HP: junkie au
HP: lucifer au
HP: maid au
HP: mamma mia au
HP: mirror au
HP: monastery au
HP: monastery au 2
HP: new politics
HP: oedipus fic
HP: oviparous
HP: ovipos intersex
HP: priest incest au
HP: priest au n
HP: rage, rage
HP: red riding hood au
HP: reverse a/b/o au
HP: robot au
HP: romeo & juliet au
HP: smart move
HP: snow white au
HP: songbird au
HP: stalker au
HP: storm & silence au
HP: swan lake au
HP: tentacles
HP: the darker the weather
HP: the mark upon your heart rewrite
HP: therapy au
HP: tomcest bar sex
HP: tomcest sr 6
HP: vampire au
HP: vee pov genfic
HP: vespertine rewrite
HP: violent resurrection fic
HP: vol de lys
HP: zombie a/b/o au
RG: lecture
SS: swallowing smoke
SV: cnc
SV: eggs
SV: final exam
SV: god's just sleeping
SV: jumper au
SV: slowly
SV: sugar
SV: the worst
SN: demon
and no, these aren't all my fics, they're literally just the ones marked wip. my total fic count reaches 169, because i keep track.
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@aglassroseneverfades tagged me in a picrew/uquiz combination, so that's going here:
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i don't know if i 100% agree with the quiz but i do like taking care of people, up to a point. beyond that you're on your own, though i can help take care of some of the cleanup.
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@toast-ranger-to-a-stranger tagged me in seven sentence sunday, which is good timing on my part because it is in fact sunday:
Mr O’Hara hums. “You like the rain?” “I don’t like-like it,” Miles begins, then changes his mind. “Well, I like it when I’m inside. Not when I’m stuck in a downpour in the middle of nowhere.” “I don’t think Brooklyn counts as the middle of nowhere.” “I live outside the boundaries of human norms.”
that's seven, right?
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@aspengray tagged me in a 'get to know' tag game:
3 ships you like: miguel o'hara/miles morales, tomarrymort, and uhh the christian grey/anna steele dynamic i invented in my head. they're cute i like em
first ship ever: god. uh. that depends because it's either bella/edward from twilight, or it's... wait no it is just bella and edward, winx... wait no i watched it in dutchl. so yeah either bella/edward or bloom and that teacher guy from season 2 or three. jesus christ what was his deal. he was hot though
last song you heard: i see you by cam ostrom (it changed because i have spent like an hour on this already)
favourite childhood book: twilight
currently reading: the witcher blood of elves by andrzej sapkowski
currently watching: i don't watch series or tv but i'm always in the mood for a rewatch of spider-man across the spiderverse
currently consuming: water with syrup
currently craving: nothing. i just ate soup
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@moontearpensfic, @atredys and @goldenzingy46 tagged me in 10 characters, 10 fandoms, 10 tags, to which i have no context but i just assume you pick your favourite of each fandom:
voldemort - harry potter
miguel o'hara - spider-man: across the spiderverse
rikkard ambrose - storm & silence
john winchester - supernatural
bill cipher - gravity falls
rosalie cullen - twilight
geralt - the witcher
sans - undertale
jim - the jrasl original fiction universe
me - irl
in no particular order. i ran out of actual fandoms i like about 5 entries in so forgive me for cheating. link to jrasl for context though, jim is actually a fictional character and i want him to crack me like a glowstick
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@alittlebitofharrypotterinmylife tagged me with yet another get to know tag game, but a different one from the previous two:
last song: crossing the bridge by ólafur arnalds
favourite colour: prussian blue
currently reading: sources on extra virgin olive oil
sweet/savoury/spicy: spicy all the way tbh. i have been craving the burn
relationship status: single
current obsession: miguel o'hara's scrumptious tits. have you SEEN his chest. apparently we were deprived of additional ass which is a travesty but he's still so big that i had to seriously reevaluate my previous love for twinks the second i saw him
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erm yeah. sources for the images used as text breaks are all me. moi. follow me on @itsevansart or whatever, do what you want. i am so glad i am caught up. i think. maybe i missed a few but we'll see <3
thanks for the tags though! this year has been brutal but i'm so glad it'll be december soon and we can all get a well deserved break. what do you mean check the calendar? what's a calendar?
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stuckyfingers · 3 months
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✨🎶TADATADA-TAA-TAA🎶✨
(I steal from the rich and give to the needy He takes a wee percentage, but I'm not greedy I rescue pretty damsels, man, I'm good What a guy, ha-ha, Monsieur Hood Break it down I like an honest fight and a saucy little maid What he's basically saying is he likes to get... paid So, when an ogre in the bush grabs a lady by the tush That's bad, that's bad, that's bad, that's bad When a beauty's with a beast it makes me awfully mad He's mad, he's really mad Now I'll take my blade and ram it through your heart Keep your eyes on me, boys, 'Cause I'm about to striiiiii)
I will not be letting go of this concept okay?
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hii it's me again and I have grown to take liking in Athos hehe
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I mean can you blame me
Soo for the request, maybe some free spirited daughter of Captain and this gentleman?
No I cannot blame you
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Y/n pov
I pulled back on the reigns of my mare, slowing to a trot as I entered the garrison. I swung my leg over Lacy's back and landed on my feet with ease. I tethered Lacy to a post and quickly strode towards my father's office, my cloak billowing behind me.
"Monsieur, Captain Treville is not accepting visitors at the moment." A voice called from behind me. I turned to scan the man and shook my head, pulling my hood down.
"He'll see me, and it's mademoiselle, Monsieur." I smirked before resuming my route. The male followed me grabbing my wrist just before I reached my father's door.
"I apologize, but the Captain has made it quite clear tha--"
"That he is not accepting visitors, yes I know," I paused taking in the appearance of the musketeer holding me and continued, "however I do insist upon seeing him, he has some explaining to do, so thank you Athos, but I will see him." I smiled and pulled away, barging into the office without knocking.
"Mademoiselle..."
"You took me off guard duty! What sparked this brilliant idea father?" I hissed. My father looked up with a tired expression and shook his head.
"I put another handmaiden on the assignment, it's too dangerous this time."
"You trust another with something as important as this? Father I can do this." I sighed, sitting across from him. Athos loomed in the doorway watching.
"I have no doubt you could, but not this time, in fact, I need you on a different mission, both of you. Athos I presume you've met my daughter, y/n. You'll leave tomorrow, you are to carry a letter from her majesty to Brittany, you are to deliver it to a Monsieur Clarion. Do you both understand."
"Yes sir."
"Yes father." I nodded and left as quickly as I came.
Athos pov
My eyes trailed after y/n as she slipped away like a whisper of smoke.
"Athos--"
"I'll look after her."
"No need, she can take care of herself, I simply wish to say, good luck, you'll need it, my daughter is...very spirited."
"I can see that sir." I smiled fondly as I watched the girl ride off
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chicotfp · 10 months
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"...He crossed the court, ran up the two flights to Athos’s apartment, and knocked at the door enough to break it down.
Grimaud came, rubbing his half-open eyes, to answer this noisy summons, and d’Artagnan sprang with such violence into the room as nearly to overturn the astonished lackey.
In spite of his habitual silence, the poor lad this time found his speech.
"Holloa, there!" cried he; "what do you want, you strumpet? What’s your business here, you hussy?"
D’Artagnan threw off his hood, and disengaged his hands from the folds of the cloak. At sight of the mustaches and the naked sword, the poor devil perceived he had to deal with a man. He then concluded it must be an assassin.
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"Help! murder! help!" cried he.
"Hold your tongue, you stupid fellow!" said the young man; "I am d’Artagnan; don’t you know me? Where is your master?"
"You, Monsieur d’Artagnan!" cried Grimaud, "impossible."
"Grimaud," said Athos, coming out of his apartment in a dressing gown, "Grimaud, I thought I heard you permitting yourself to speak?"
"Ah, monsieur, it is--"
"Silence!"
Grimaud contented himself with pointing d’Artagnan out to his master with his finger.
Athos recognized his comrade, and phlegmatic as he was, he burst into a laugh which was quite excused by the strange masquerade before his eyes..."
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matsuyorific · 2 years
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Happy Miraculous Day, and International Cat Day! To celebrate, I drew every single one of Adriana’s transformations (genderbent Adrien for those who don’t follow my comics). Click past the break for close ups, and more info about their names and designs!
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Adriana Agreste (Adrien Agreste) - For her name, I wanted to make sure it was close enough to Adrien that you know who she is, but different enough that you can say it out loud and still hear the difference. Her jacket is sorter, her jeans are lighter, and her shoes(not shown) are a pinkish red.
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Kitty Noire (Chat Noir) - Her longer hair is meant to symbolize the freedom that she feels as Kitty Noire. Unlike her male counterpart, her tail has a unique quirk where it wraps around her legs as if to give her a hug. Her name is based on Future Bunnix’s name for Chat (Kitty Noir), but with the feminine spelling of “noir”. Future Bunnix’s counterpart would call her Kitten Noire.
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Bugett (Mister Bug) - Her name comes from one of Chat Noir's nicknames for Ladybug(French Dub). Like Kitty Noire, her hair is still long and messy, but the style is slightly adjusted to show off her earings.
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Bunny Noire (Rabbit Noir) - The fandom was dissapointed when we got the name "Rabbit Noir", so I decided to adopt the fandom’s preferred name for the female version. Her long pigtails are inspired by Usagi Tsukino, AKA Sailor Moon.
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Nagin (Aspik) - A Nagin is a female Naga, but it also translates to "female snake". I removed the hood everyone hates, and gave her Adriana's bangs to disassociate her from Kitty Noire (since Monsieur Bug isn’t supposed to know they’re the same). I also gave her a long braid to symbolize a snake's tail.
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Snake Noire (Snake Noir) - I know, it's the least original name here, but "Snake Noir" didn't really give me much to work with, so just blame Adriana for being unoriginal. I once again removed the hood, and made the braid longer as Ladybug’s hair always seems to get longer when she unifies with other Miraculous. I gave her back Kitty's ears, but I made the insides blue to match a little closer to the original.
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Passerelle (Catwalker) - It was pointed out to me that the name "Catwalker" was a reference to the fact that Adrien is a model and based on the actual catwalk, which Passerelle translates to in French. I’ve always hated Catwalker's green hair, so I made it gold and tied it in a bun to fit her “golden child” persona.
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Evanecente (Ephemeral) - The name is the feminine spelling of evanecent, which is a synonym for ephemeral. I didn't like the way the helmet looked on her, so I tied her hair up in a ponytail to symbolize the restraint her mother has on her.
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Kitty Blanche (Chat Blanc) - Not much to say about her, since she's just a pallet swap of Kitty Noire. "Blanche" is the feminine spelling of "blanc", and is still pronounced the same.
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teecupangel · 10 months
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Is it just me, or does Arno have a fat head? It's just... his head is very round, with chubby cheeks. Is he actually old enough to have a drinking problem? Or is he just part chipmunk?
Monsieur de la Serre died when Arno was 20~21 so we’re in the clear even if the 1700s had a lower age restriction.
I wanna say Arno has chubby cheeks because he had a cushy life as a ward of the de la Serre but, then again, he was pretty much used as an errand boy and can already parkour by then.
Another possible explanation is that he’s wearing clothes that actually don’t fit him?
Like, this is his pre-Assassin clothes (there’s a lot of creases which might mean he’d been wearing these clothes since he was a bit smaller):
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And it’s the clothes, I think, because he looks fine (to me) in these unhooded special outfits:
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Then he gets his first Assassin robes:
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And the upgrades:
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Other possible outfit sets (with Master Sans-Culottes outfit that gives the illusion that his legs seemed to be thin compared to his upper body because vertical lines do that to our brain):
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And also these legacy outfits:
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In conclusion, Arno looks the best, in my opinion, with a bigger set of outfits and a larger hood.
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ranminfan · 10 months
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Made a new concept of an additional character for the Pied Piper spin-off Idea.
I'm thinking of Miss Muffet being the cook for monsieur Hood and his merry men.
She's gonna be a part of of their Minstrel (traveling performers).
I miss fun and silly female characters, and I just thought about Miss Muffet having this character trait.
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