@working-cells @unlikelyzipperpursewinner There You Go, You Two! Hope You Like It. Oh, And @lunchtimerushin

@working-cells @unlikelyzipperpursewinner there you go, you two! Hope you like it🤗. Oh, and @lunchtimerushin since this is your art 😉. I apologize for any grammatical errors in advance!

Ae3803 felt her breath betraying her. The consequences of getting lost were probably more infuriating than being lost could've ever been. Always late and running. Her thoughts became more hazy with each breath.

Just a little... more. Turn the corner here and... there? There, I'm sure.

She did as planned, then missed the warning about the freshly mopped floor.

Mostly... Oh, I know where I am! There's a flight of stairs to the right! I can make that jump and descend faster!

She didn't. The slippery floor didn't allow her to turn right or stop herself, causing her to fall off the stairs...

Crap!

...and pin someone to the ground.

Oh my gosh! I hit something!

As she was lying there, head pressed against someone's chest and a leg between theirs, her thoughts managed to catch up with her short breaths.

Oh my gosh! I'm an idiot! Why Ae3803? Why do you always mess things up? Aaaargh, now not only do I have to deal with this pain in my arm and my recipient, but face this poor person and-

If she could finish the thought, the last word would be "apologize", but she couldn't because she raised her head to see the unfortunate individual.

It was him.

White blood cell!

His dark gaze wandered across the ceiling, analysing the latest twist of fate. The white hair revealed both of his eyes. He quickly collected himself and winced once he looked into her eyes.

"I, I'm... Red blood cell, I", he stammered.

They both seemed to have the same idea of increasing the distance between them. As Red propped herself on her arms, White tried to stand up. His hand accidentally brushed her thigh as he was unaware of it's presence. It made their position all the more compromising. Ae3803 blushed and started to look as red as her hair. She kept looking at the neutrophil underneath her. His eyes widened as U1146 wanted to say something, but ended up only blinking at her. His hand didn't move. No words came forth.

They just stood frozen in that moment.

Ae3803 felt her mind running at the speed of light and creating an incoherent thought pattern that would take a lifetime to decipher. Even though she stopped running her breaths remained shallow. U1146 wasn't saying anything and she looked for meaning in his eyes. She tried to find a line of thoughts to follow, an idea to express. In vain she looked for the smallest, the slightest rational thought.

Because it didn't help. Because she could only think of how beautiful his eyes were. How wonderful it was to be able to look at them for such a long time. How great it felt to blame this weird timeline they got swept into for overstepping boundaries. Why? Why did he-

Red flinched and her eyes stopped focusing at him. She looked at her hand to confirm her doubts.

It is wet! Oh, it smells like... tea?

The tea seemed to treat whatever virus befell her and she got up, unable to avoid contact with his legs and hand. Since she couldn't become any redder, she closed her eyes in embarrassment. White just laid there, unwilling to repeat the same mistake.

In that moment she wanted to run away. As far and as fast as she could. But she couldn't.

I should have said something. I should at least say something now. Come on, say something, before he does!

What was I thinking?

What if somebody saw us?

What if...?

"U-uhm, White blood cell? Are, are you alright?"

He slowly stood up. His hair returned to it's rightful place and the visible eye focused at the cup of tea.

"I'm fine, don't, ehm worry about me", a blink and a gulp, "Are you hurt anywhere?"

He didn't look at her to check. As if by order, or maybe a reprimand, he kept kneeling next to the tea. He looked more like an erythrocyte with each passing second.

"I'm fine! Great, really, I, I didn't get hurt anywhere!"

"That's... uhm, that's great! I'm glad you didn't get hurt'...uhm, I, you just be more careful next time."

"Y-yeah, I will."

"Somebody c-could get hurt if this happens again..."

"I know, my bad! Please, forgive me, please."

"It's alright, but it would be... I just wanted to warn you."

"I'm really sorry. I will get you a new cup of tea."

U1146 raised his gaze above the cup and used her box as the next object of his interest.

"You don't have to, I'm just glad that your box is intact."

"Yeah, me too!"

The conversation died and Ae3803 seized this opportunity to pick up her box and approached him. At that second, his eyes were cast upon her again. Despite being different, the gaze summoned every ounce of her will to stay calm. She wasn't sure how it appeared on the outside or how red she was now. U1146 was better than her in hiding embarrassment that now manifested itself in his rosy cheeks and rigid movement.

He scratched the back of his head.

"I will get the tea myself, thank you."

He rushed off in the direction opposite of her route. She tried to look at his eyes once he ran past her, but only saw strands of white hair.

"S-see you"

She looked at his back as he ran.

Look at me. Just once. Like that time.

He didn't.

Photographs found their place in an album. A certain cell that had seen everything smiled as he looked at them.

"Nice. Very nice."

Thanks for reading! Tell me if I should do one from WBC's POV

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Ok, I am officially DONE. I haven't seen this show but there's so much amazing fanart that I must write something. Like seriously, look at this! Fanart always sells the fandom. Hopefully the Miraculous fandom will forgive any OOC-ness or plot inconsistencies

It sounds like Chopin

"Make yourself at home, I'll be there in a minute."

He left her in his room before going downstairs to order some snacks for him and his good friend. Adrien had some school project that he was assigned to finish with Marinette, so the least he could do after leaving the planning to the more capable head is to make sure she's well fed.

As he opens the door to his room, he finds Marinette sitting at his piano, gliding her fingers over the smooth keys. She doesn't dare to press any and instead chooses to smile softly to herself for God knows what reason. He closed the door a tad more loudly, making her turn to him with her awkward, anxious smile. They stood like that for a moment before he forced a cough.

"What do you think?"

"M-me? Auhm, well, I don't really, It's beautiful, Adrien, the piano, but I had no idea you could play the piano, uhm, I just think thats.. neat."

"Neat?" He smiled at her words, but that didn't seem to ease her nerves and approaching her and leaning on the polished black surface didn't help either.

"I'm glad you like it. It's been a while since I played it, ehm, but my father insists that I practice every day."

"I'm, I'm quite sure you're good at it."

He smiles at her again and she jumps like she didn't expect it.

"Would you like me to play something for you?"

For some reason Marinette just kep staring at him, mouth parted, clearly wanting to say yes, but maybe staying silent because she didn't want to nag him.

"Scoot over."

She scooted to the very edge of the seat.

"Anything you'd like to hear?"

"Well, I, I don't really know much about classical music, but, I, listened to Chopin a few times, It's well, my grandmother can play a few songs, so maybe something from him?"

"Well, you really know what to pick, Chopin is, something."

"You don't have to if, if you don't want to."

"I do", he smiled, "I think I remember one that I used to like a lot"

His fingers brushed over the first keys before he breathed in and summoned the first notes. The room was soon filled with the sorrowful melody that could only be assigned to it's creator. Adrien closed his eyes, allowing himself to be led by his ears and hands. Just sounds, but arranged in such a way that pricked the heart of the listener.

Sorrow was Chopin's signature, after all.

Small hands, hands of a boy, on top of his mother's, playing the piano.

Adrien opened his eyes. The hands on the keys were only his. His heart jumped, but he kept playing, focusing harder.

He's lost a tooth last week. The kitchen still smells of apple pie. He's sitting in his mothers lap, watching carefully as his mother reads the mystical music sheets and translates them to music. He looks up to see her face only to catch her staring at him with a smile. Her smile. The kind that comes from the bottom of a person's soul. The smile of true happiness. The smile that would make even his father-

Wrong key.

He returned to the present, shaking.

Adrien, mama can't play right now.

Despite his controlled breath and slow blink, tears rolled down his face.

Don't be sad, we'll play some other time.

"Adrien?"

He covered his eyes with his hand. A sob escaped him. Marinette gently touched his shoulder and he turned to her, still wiping at the tears that just. Won't. Stop. Falling.

Marinette embraced him. He didn't register her at first until he felt warm hands caressing his hair. She didn't ask but he still felt the need to explain, at least partially, his sudden outburst.

"I miss her, Marinette, I miss her so much, but she's, gone."

"It's okay Adrien, let it out."

"I'm, I'm sorry, Ma-"

"There's nothing to apologize for, I understand."

Adrien kept on crying, letting out parts of the grief his quivering soul held all this time. The memories, the hopes and regrets all threatening to choke him with each new breath.

Marinette didn't speak, just held him tighter.

… [x]

Cindercella AUs

Seeing how much time I spend freaking out over RBC x WBC (or this show in general) I decided to come up with an AU.

"Let's go for the classic! Cinderella! It will be easy!"

So I came up with 4 versions of this AU and decided to name them Cindercella (awful I know)

They still need names, so bear with me.

Red and White works.

Cindercella A

Basically the traditional cinderella story

Like 2015 Disney Cinderella

I'm still working on the other details 😅 so I'd appreciate some help (where does she work, who are the other characters etc)

Cindercella B

This one has reversed roles

Ae3803 is the princess who (frequently) gets lost around the castle

She has trouble with her (annoying) duty of marrying a prince. Hope to change her parents' minds is still strong though

U1146 is a quiet guard that creeps people out. Blunt but secretive

Except you-know-who, the first person to smile to him in a heartfelt manner

He's a reliable fellow, once even saved her Highness from kidnappers. Guards the wing where the Royal family lives.

Also helps Red whenever she gets lost (which is frequently)

Ae3803 helped him with a transfer request for his friend

She defended him in an argument at the family dinner table

They meet a few times in the garden

"Her Highness has hair as red as roses"

They're both nerds who love roses

He helps her with being more confident and (stuck up) well-mannered.

She helps him with understanding people better (and tells him why they act so weirdly around him)

Red soon finds out that her parents have found a potential groom. The family decides to keep it a secret to (add more angst) avoid gossip among the staff

She pretty much locks herself in her room until the ball

White is worried because he hasn't seen her Highness lately (thinks it's probably his fault)

On the night of the (masquerade?) ball, by the Princess' wish, the hard-working guard was given a night off

"Princess or not I cannot stop thinking about her"

Don't know will there be a fairy godmother or not, but basically he arrives at the ball looking fine af

She recognizes him instantly (I mean dude has white hair) and they dance and all that

"I love you"

He says the three words and she runs away

He follows her (into the garden of course) and shit happens (agdhdhdkfsnfhkssj)

The three words are repeated again

I'm not entirely sure what will happen and how will they solve this problem, but (gimme a break) you know the ending of Cinderella.

I love this one so much

Cindercella AB

Ok hear me out, they're BOTH Cinderellas

Ae3803 works at a bakery and gets abused by her stepmother and stepsisters

U1146 is a soldier (or a guard again?) who recently came back from the battlefield (yall kno wat dat means, angst fo dayz)

The most realistic one of them all (so probably no fairy godmother)

On the night of the (masquerade?) ball-they both come looking fine af

"Crap, she looks rich"

"Crap, he looks rich"

They both end up lying about being nobles (slightly OOC I know)

Rose nerds again

They're basically each other's therapists. While other (losers) people are busy trying to fetch a noble they're busy solving their problems

This goes on for a few nights

Dunno what happens next but they basically find out the truth and instead of getting mad they're both relieved because they're not out of each other's league

"Although it was not the richest, it was certainly the fairest wedding of them all"

Cindercella O

More Romeo and Juliet than Cinderella but there are balls and glass slippers so leave me alone

The Prince and the Princess of the two opposed kingdoms meet in the woods

It's all fun and trees until they both see the portrait of the other and find out the awful name behind it

It's kinda awkward when they meet again

"You're so much paler than your portrait"

"You're so much shorter than yours"

U1146's kingdom throws a ball

Red has to go under the excuse of mending the relationship between two kingdoms. In reality she's actually sent to assassinate the Prince.

She can't do it and has to run away from the ball.

White heartbroken and angry orders for people to find her no matter what. (Whispers: angssssssst🐍)

They use her red hair and glass slipper as the means of identification.

She's hiding with her bodyguards until they find the means to escape to the kingdom (or kill the Prince?)

Just when they think they're fine, they get caught. (Can you imagine the angst when they meet again mwahahahaaha)

Red explains herself (or something like that) and they confess (and run away from their problems into the sunset)

Again I have no idea what happens next but you can pretty much see where this is going. I still think that the last one deserves a name of it's own since it isn't really Cinderella and I could write it as a separate AU.

Which one you liked the most? Why? What can be done to improve these AUs? Any other ideas?

Thank you for reading.

shading colour tips

hey yall its me the Art Mom™ to help you shade pretty

rule 1: DO NOT SHADE WITH BLACK. EVER. IT NEVER LOOKS GOOD. 

red- shade with a slightly darker shade of purple

orange- slightly darker and more saturated shade of red

yellow- i think like..a peach could work but make it a really light peach

green- shade with darker and less saturated shade of blue or teal

blue- shade with purple

purple- a shade thats darker than the purple you’re using and maybe a little pink (MAYBE blue)

pink- darker shade of red

white- a really light lavender or blue..or i guess any really light colour??

black- okay listen dont use pure black to colour anything unless you want to leave it with flat colours because you cant really shade black lol

grey- a slightly darker shade of purple or blue (less saturated)

brown- slightly darker and less saturated shade of purple or red

aaaaand thats all i got lol. let me know if there is anything i should add to this list!!

Her fingers are hesitantly pressed against the door. She swims through all the possible reasons of inviting her this late to his office. Sigh. Resign. Knock.

The familiar scent of paper and salt always managed to soothe Riza's nerves which were tense for multiple reasons. However, she wanted her unrest hidden, so she ignored the bookshelf covering the entire right wall and the crates and chests to her left. Her focus was in front of her instead, where two black boots rested on the messy desk, a chin rested on one arm. The captain's brow was furrowed toward the window, contradicting his relaxed manner. After a blink his eye jumped to hers and Riza almost drowned. She didn't have to hide anything, he knew.

"Good evening, sir."

His boots made a thud as their soles hit the floorboards.

"Evening, Hawkeye."

His coat, draped over his chair, and his shirt, unbuttoned to the unprofessional level, were enough for her to see that there was no emergency in sight.

"Sorry for disturbing you this late. I just wanted to talk, seeing how lately you..."

...have been avoiding me.

She knew how the sentence ended. Maybe that's why he didn't finish it. That, or he didn't want to confirm his doubts.

"I don't mind, sir. Talking to you has always been a pleasure."

Until you kissed me.

"Ditto."

They had this strange staring contest for a couple of breaths.

Ah, kisses. They have this power to turn details to unforgettable and make one aware of just how quickly things can get out of hand. But that didn't stop her from wondering just how much of a mess would the next kiss make. Kissed by the most terrifying man of the Amestrian seas. A thing to put in her resume.

It was strange how in the course of these few weeks she managed to become a member of the Hawk's crew, make her way through the ranks and gain the trust of the infamous Roy Mustang. Not only did she have his trust, but he had hers and that was probably the strangest thing that has happened.

"Let us proceed to the deck. I planned our conversation to be held there."

What am I doing?

He stood up and then opened the door for her.

I was a soldier

He closed the door behind her.

A soldier loyal to his Excellency

They made their way through the hall.

Maybe I still am

He opened the door.

Whatever I might be, he's a-

On the deck, not in the centre, but slightly closer to their left. There has been set a table for two. Candles, silky tablecloth and roses. There was Breda, playing the accordion at an acceptable proximity.

Riza stared at the sight for a moment, then turned to see how Captain's mysterious smirk turned into a mischievous grin. He held out his hand.

"Shall we?"

"Uhm, sir?"

"I truly hope you didn't regret coming with me when... I did that. I'll leave you alone and even let you go back to Amestris, if you desire so. But if not, please, dance with me tonight."

It took a moment of hesitation. A moment of that firm no, telling her the consequences of her actions. A moment and then she gave him her hand.

I'll become your accomplice

Roy's grin somehow widened and it seemed he wanted to show her all the jigs that he knew. His quick feet knew seemed to know every dance and even make up some of their own. Step by step and Riza did as well.

"You're a quick learner."

She saw an opportunity.

"Let's see how you fare."

She pulled him into the Amestrian waltz, the one that only the higher layers of society could dance with the exception of her, a bodyguard able to learn it at the Bradley estate. She took the lead while he was fumbling around on his feet, eye wide. She lead him through the waltz's changing pace, that barely matched Breda's efforts. Roy marvelled her skill and then noticed her smug smile. With the movement of a thief, he switched them so that now he was in the leading position.

"I think I got the hang of it."

The steps that he made were certainly elegant and connected, but lacked the elements that made the waltz. He simply couldn't replicate her fast steps.

He raised his soft smile to her and she let out a laugh.

"We should dance more often."

Sorry, it ends here. I can't be bothered to correct the mistakes right now so forgive me for that. Hope you enjoyed it. Thank @tomochingus for this beautiful art.

god they’re so in love

Writing horses in your WIP

We see them all the time - horses in fiction. And there is so much to learn about them that it can be a little overwhelming! But I work with horses a lot so I thought I’d be able to help some of you guys out by going through the basics you’ll need for writing. (by the way, I only ride English style. If somebody wants to do something similar for Western riding, by all means, fire away.)

Horses and ponies - whats the difference?

It’s the height. Horses and ponies are measured in hands - 1 hand = approx 4 inches. A pony is anything below 14.2hh,(hands), a horse is anything taller. Any pony smaller than 14hh would really only be suitable for children. A stockier 14.2hh could hold teens or small adults, but most teens and adults would probably ride horses. 16hh would be an average size.

Stallions, mares and geldings.

A Mare is a female horse. They can be quite moody sometimes - which they show by being uncooperative and putting their ears back. A Stallion is a male horse that has not been castrated. They can be very, very strong willed, and are typically not suitable for the novice rider. A gelding is a male horse that has been gelded/castrated, They often have a more relaxed, placid nature. A colt is a young male, and a filly is a young female. 

Breaking

Training a horse under saddle is called ‘Breaking.’ A horse is typically broken around ¾ years of age, once it has finished growing. Breaking correctly is a long and patient process - not something that your character can do in a few minutes.

Gaits

Horses have four gaits. Walk, trot, canter, and gallop - in that order of ascending speed. Nobody trots away from danger. if your characters are fleeing, they are in a flat out gallop.

The tack

For describing scenes - you’ll really only need to talk about the reins and the bit. Pressure on the reins (held by the rider) should slow the horse down. The horse feels this pressure acting through the bit. 

All you really need to worry about for the saddle are the stirrups, and the girth. The girth is holding the saddle on, and the feet go into the stirrups.

Learning to ride

Is difficult! Your character won’t be a pro withing a couple of days. Its hard on your legs, and learning to balance can be tricky too. Somebody who is very comfortable in the saddle is relaxed and secure, and able to deal with however the horse acts. The rising trot, when the rider goes ‘up and down’ in sync with the horses movement in the trot, can be particularly difficult.

Ability

The average gallop is around 45km/h. So, bear i mind that a horse cannot outrun a car or anything like that. Jumping ability varies - a heavier horse will struggle over a 90cm hedge, but a quality animal could easily pop 1.60m (but only with a good rider.)  If your character gallops the horse on hard ground, it could easily go lame - they aren’t invincible! 

Feeding

Horses don’t eat the same way as dogs or cats. They are grazers - meaning they need to eat little, and often. Your character giving them a Handel of oats once a day is really not going to keep them alive. They need forage - grass or hay - and a lot of it.

Portraying atmospheres

Showing how the horse is feeling can be a really great tool for expressing the ‘mood’ of a scene. 

Relaxed - A relaxed horse will have its ears back lazily, but not pinned against its head. It will likely doze off and close its eyes, maybe while resting a hind leg.

Alert - Horses are super smart animals, and many say that they have a sixth sense that lets them know when something is coming. An alert horse stands up straight, and has its ears pricked forward.

Upset - If something bad is happening, the horse won’t be in  good mood. It might pin its ears flat back against its skull, and bare its teeth. It will flick its tail irritably, and a horse will kick out or bite at something if its unhappy.

Horses as friends

Horses are deeply empathetic animals. They are herd animals too, and can form deep connections with their people. A horse who is fond of a person may whinny when they see them, and nuzzle their face and neck. A real trust can form between horse and rider. To show this as your story progresses, the horse will become pleased to be with the character, and the character’s nerves aboard the horse will begin to fade.

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If you have any more specific questions, feel free to message me. All of this is very basic, and I am more than happy to help some fellow writers. 

Happy writing, Aoife - @writingguardian