I Need To Know - Tumblr Posts - Page 2
Ok so yesterday, I was scrolling when I found a poll, and it asked whether you cook your hotdog on the grill or in the microwave, and I didn't realize that was a big deal but I didn't join because....well,
I don't cook mine.
Like I just eat them out of the package (with a bun of course but still)
Is that weird or do other people do this too?
She lost her sword she can’t fight anymore
I hope he eats her ✨
I think the white lady with a sword and the dinosaur should fight
Y’ALL IS MORPH ACTUALLY FROM PITTSBURGH PA OR DID THE FANDOM MAKE THAT UP.
I LIVE IN PA IT IS CRITICALLY IMPORTANT TO ME THAT I KNOW THIS ANSWER
jeremy !!! jeremy tell me why you avoid cops and why your sister said you destroyed your family !!! tell me why you hate your stepfather and why you avoid your brother !!!! tell me why you have problems with money and why you're in therapy and why any mention of your family upsets you !!!!!! do you not want jean to call you 'knox' bc you want to be a good captain/his friend or do you have problems with your surname??????? tell me why you're forced to live at home and why you still playing exy is unforgivable to your sister !!!!! tell me what happened at the fall banquet !!!!!!!! what broke your family in half jeremy !!!!!!! STOP AVOIDING ME JEREMY ANSWER THE QUESTIONS
Reblog if you write fanfic and would be totally down with your followers coming into you askbox and talking to you about your fic
can someone tell me how to use the different symbols above letters and how to pronounce them ex:
ē ê ë è é
ỳ ý ÿ
ū ü ù û ú
Ī ì ij î í ï
Õ ō œ ø ò ö ô ó
Æ ã å ā à á â ä
Ś š ş ß
Ð þ
Ĉ ç ć č
Ň ǹ ñ
Sorry if the capitalization is weird I don't know how to use these.
Help me pls!!!! I can’t find this song what’s to called
Music side of tumblr!!!!
It’s stuck in my head!!!
HI we used to be mutuals but i made a fake porn account pretending to be a rabid woman. like when rabies were cool. but i accidentally messaged you on my main blog and i BLOCKED you in panic. im so sorry
THATS WHAT HAPPENED LMAO i was so confused abt that
okay but the harmonies in “I Need to Know” from Island Princess???? are so beautiful??? I’m seriously about to cry rn the male singer’s voice is so pretty and he’s harmonizing so well like oh my goodness
So about 3 months back I got kicked out of a Logan Angst Chat thing on Tumblr.
I got kicked out for writing something angsty in there for Logan and the person running it said I was being mean to Logan. I asked how and they kicked me out. Now I ask again WHY?!
Why was I kicked out for doing something in an ANGST server that was ANGST?! for the character who you're SUPPOSED to write angst for and I didn't make ANY of the others unsympathetic (even though I wanted to) so what did I do wrong?
Oda: hints anything about dragon
Me: *vibrates*
Old Woman Voice: it's been eighty four years
This question has haunted me for a while now. I can't be silent any longer.
Do you guys think Simon watched Violetta as a kid? Did he like it? Did he bore Linda and Sara by singing all the songs from it? WAS HE ON TEAM LEON OR TEAM TOMAS?
I need more eldritch au, like how is Marinette feeling about becoming a god? demigod? an avatar?
How does it influence Adrien or Garbiel?
Does Garbiel also get positive "side effects" or is misusing Norro slowly cursing him?
Also, can Kagami predict weather or influence it?
Miraculous, but a bit eldritch and also Kagaminette
Marinette was an enigma.
Maybe that was too far, but the other words wouldn’t come to mind. Kagami looked to the girl, and wondered.
Marinette exaggerated her clumsiness. Plausible deniability, she had whispered when she thought no one could hear her. An excuse for the bruises.
Kagami had been moved to the school after long hours of asking (begging). She could observe her “love rival” more closely this way. She could almost ignore the knowing sighs as someone talked about their akumatised form, how Marinette could gently push a conversation away from the identity of the hero’s of Paris and onto baking or some other menial thing, how Marinette had caught Alyas head just before it hit the table when she passed out that one time. She had moved with too much grace, too much purpose. Almost like she was expecting it, but that wouldn’t make sense because Marinette is clumsy and a little bit scatterbrained.
Occasionally, Kagami would watch Marinette sniff the air, and snap her head towards something unknown. Her gentle whisper of “akuma” to whoever was closest was barely perceptible. Kagami realised that she was trying to put the idea into someone’s head, so that they would be the one to shout “RUN RUN AKUMA ALERT” or something of the sort.
Marinette was protective, she could move with frightening speed when someone was hurt. When someone in another class had a seizure in the bathroom, it was Marinette who found them. No one else even knew that they had gone, but somehow Marinette was there. She made up some joke about a “baker sense”, and the questions fell away.
She always seemed to be looking down on people though. Not in a negative way, but in a more exasperated guardian angel way. She knew almost everything about everyone but people didn’t really know Marinette past the facade. She was floating above it all, things bothered her sure but she could reel in her emotions so fast any bad emotions were imperceptible. Sometimes she would stare at someone, considering them. That person would almost always have an akuma running after them, and Marinette was always there to stop it.
It was almost as if she could sense emotions. But that wasn’t right. She was just more perceptive than anyone have her credit for.
Ladybug and Chat Noir were also enigmas, but they seemed older. No one could quite say what they looked like, despite knowing that they only wore domino masks. Everyone knew that they should be well aware of what the hero’s identities were, but the head spin and ache behind the eyes whenever you tried to look deeper than the surface was unbearable. Some sort of glamour, or maybe they were something else.
There were conspiracies about their true identities. Some outlandish. The claims of them not being human were the worst, talking about them being heralds of the apocalypse or some eldritch gods. They were wrong, obviously. But some conspiracies talked about them being human, at one point, but being changed by the jewels that hawkmoth coveted.
Ideas like this terrified Kagami, herself a wielder of a miraculous. She wondered if she was being changed every time she was called to battle fantastical beasts that were also the citizens of Paris.
Granted, Kagami had always been liked being warm, maybe needing to sleep with twice as many blankets was normal. Nothing cold blooded about that. Her unusual appetite for raw meat was also excusable, she was Japanese after all, sushi was in her culture. Her mother seemed pleased that she was taking even more of an interest in her cooking.
She had heard tales of people going into cardiac arrest, mostly journalists who had come close to revealing the identities of any of the miraculous users. Seemingly, only miraculous holders could reveal identities. Alya got a nose bleed when she tried to bounce ideas off the class about who hawkmoth was. Marinette was there to catch her.
Back to pondering Marinette, after a long akuma battle and a short nap. Kagami wanted to observe her further, and them being friends was a good enough excuse. Kagami tried to ignore the way Marinettes eyes bore into her as she walked towards her.
“A fencing spar? Why not?”
So the date was set. Not a date! Absolutely not Kagami was not gaining a growing crush on her they’re were love rivals.
Still, wouldn’t hurt to flirt a bit, nothing like practicing your skills on a beautiful girl to prepare to flirt with a beautiful guy…. It was a good plan alright!
The day came quickly, and to be honest Kagami wasn’t expecting much. Maybe a win to confirm that her suspicions were false, and that Marinette was just very clumsy. And at first, that’s just what happened. Marinette falling face first onto the mat, Kagami laughing as she helped her up. Twice. Then they started sparring properly. For Kagami at least.
But the tensing of Marinettes muscles told her something, and the nervous glance every time their swords met confirmed it. She was holding back. And not because she didn’t think that Kagami could take it. No, Marinette was holding back because she was scared. Scared of hurting someone.
And Kagami told her as such. Told her (then yelled) to stop holding back. That she could take it. The yelling was too far, Kagami knew that as the words left her mouth. But Marinette froze, and clutched the side of her head.
Then ran at Kagami, knocking her to the floor. She tried to fight back, but Marinette was so strong and not fully present. She looked like she had seen a ghost, pinning Kagami to the floor. The white of her fencing uniform was enough to stop it from hurting, because of course the day she had a scheduled spar her red one would need repairs.
Kagami could just about keep Marinettes hands off her throat, and she noticed some things. One; Marinette looked terrified and angry and lost all at the same time, two; she had a light scar just under her eye (where a domino mask would sit). And three: she looked beautiful, and desperate.
It took thirty seconds for Marinette to snap out of it. Kagami knew this, because she counted every agonising milisecond.
But Marinette fell away, clutching at her head again, breathing hard and uneven. Tears were streaming down her face, dripping onto the mat. And Kagami, Kagami shuffled over and held her. Let her tears soak into her lamé. Let her croaky whispers of sorry be muffled against her hair.
Kagami practically forced her to sleepover after that. They had planned to anyway, but Marinette had tried to wiggle out of an explanation. The bags under her eyes didn’t help her case, nor did the limp she was now actually showing rather than masterfully covering up. She laughed meekly, and said she hadn’t packed any clothes. Kagami told her that she could borrow hers.
Holding her hand, partly for comfort but also to stop her from running away, they entered Kagamis house. Her mother was out for the night, so they had free reign. Kagami ordered way too much Pizza, but Marinette had laughed when it arrived so she didn’t mind.
Full, drowsy and the days evens all but forgotten, Kagami asked what happened. Marinettes face had darkened at that, mind clearly running through excuses that would be believable without causing concern. She didn’t get to answer.
Something red and fast and smelling of cookies appeared from her pocket. And Marinette looked mortified. Kagamis head spun, and she realised just what that red thing was.
“A kwami?!”
Oh that came out far to incredulously. She cleared her throat.
“You’re a kwami, aren’t you. Like Longg”
The red thing nodded, turned to Marinette, made some wild gesture, and disappeared again.
Everything made sense. Marinettes little oddities, the bruises, the scars, the limp was from ladybug being thrown off a roof just an hour prior to their spar. That made Kagami feel guilty, she should’ve noticed. Marinette just looked at her kindly, a bit sad but kindly.
She was ladybug. And the mantle of Ladybug was some eldritch being, a God of creation. Older than everything but destruction. That should have terrified Kagami, but it didn’t. She felt comforted, but she knew that the feeling was Marinettes doing. Maybe subconscious. Probably not.
Kagami busied herself, wrapping Marinettes sprained (it was broken earlier) ankle in a compress, wiping the tears and leftover makeup off her face with a softness that surprised her. Not Marinette though. Kagami wondered if she could be surprised by anything.
They chatted after that, talking about all sorts, schoolwork, teachers, books, tv shows, the theological repercussions of there being a literal God of creation and destruction and the possible societal effects of revealing them. Marinette joked about being the Avatar, like the anime.
She then fell asleep on Kagamis shoulder while the episode about the egg tart was playing. Her soft snores tussled Kagamis hair, and she felt incredibly loved and safe again. They both slept easy after that.
Kagami awoke to Marinette climbing through the window. An akuma, of course. Appeared late in the night and didn’t go till the early hours of the morning. She looked tired, and Kagami drew back the covers to let her slip in next to her again. The body heat was nicer than the blankets anyway.
Their relationship evolved from there. Marinette liked physical contact, especially when she was in the throes of an episode, and Kagami was all to happy to give it freely. The calm that resonated off her was intoxicating. Kagamis favourite thing to do was watch her while she was concentrated, she seemed more human at those times. Tongue sticking out slightly, squinting at the maths paper before her. She could have asked the old god that hid in her pocket for help, but said that was cheating so she didn’t.
Sometimes Marinette would get flashes of memories. Not from her life, but from the previous holders of the miraculous Ladybug. Memories of love, pain, mostly pain the life of a holder was filled with danger. Sometimes Kagami would get memories too, extended use of the dragon miraculous would do that. Hers were usually more volatile, the holders of the dragon being less powerful than the creation or destruction mantle. Marinette held her hand even as she squeezed it hard enough to break.
Marinette healed quick anyway, yet another perk of the Ladybug.
Kagami grounded her, with a hand, with a hug, with a kiss when nothing else worked. The kiss was nice, the feeling of safe just seeping further into her being. She didn’t call them girlfriends, more like some demigod and their enchanted mortal partner. Marinette called them girlfriends though, so Kagami followed suit soon after. The class was surprised, shocked, except Adrien.
Alix tried to get them to break up, but Marinette muddled and fogged her with her words and suddenly they forgot why they were even trying to break them up. An abuse of her powers, but a needed one. The subtle red glow behind her pupils grew when she smiled. No one else tried anything after Alix. Lila wanted to, Kagami could tell, but she couldn’t seem to get within five feet of them. Or Adrien. Oh well, they both liked the boy, nothing wrong with giving him a few dating tips to get the couffaine boy. Him and Marinette shared a knowing look, a friendly smile.
It felt like the meeting of two gods. But that wasn’t right. Adrien couldn’t be chat noir.
Oh goddamn it. Kagami you’ve got to stop falling for the holders of ancient eldritch gods who are slowly being changed by the very jewels that hold the gods.
Thank you if you read this far, sorry if it was confusing and way to waffley, ive been listening to TMA and reading TES lore.