Open To Mutuals.

How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days (2003)

#𝐉𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐒 is an independent and private roleplay blog for 𝘾𝙃𝙇𝙊𝙀 𝘽𝙊𝙐𝙍𝙂𝙀𝙊𝙄𝙎 of zagtoon's miraculous ladybug franchise. written by fae. if you could give this post a ♡ or ↺ to help me find people to interact with, i'd really appreciate it!

𝘾𝙃𝙇𝙊𝙀 𝘽𝙊𝙐𝙍𝙂𝙀𝙊𝙄𝙎 , endless edits .

call out post for gemini

lots of people drag you for being incredibly fake (you are.. don’t get it twisted), but you’re actually so fickle and hard to read. you’re that sign that have the personality of a fire sign, the intelligence of an earth sign but you’re still just as emotional as a water sign. no one understands who you are and to be honest, i don’t even think you know. you just show everyone what you think they want to see and you present a different face to everyone you encounter and that’s why people think you’re so fake. in reality, you just want to get along and impress everyone.. but you don’t have a set personality and it makes everyone end up hating you. no one ever knows when you’re being genuine or just putting up an act to impress people and it gets annoying real fast, so fix that. also, stop making all these sarcastic remarks and jokes to hide your feelings - we all know you aren’t heartless, so stop playing. oh and seriously, do everyone a favour and consider shutting up for a moment. you guys talk so much that it makes it impossible for anyone to get a word in like damn.. you seriously give leos a run for their money.

+ other signs.

just kidding. i posted two things. now im disappearing for three more months.

i sign in. i post one thing. i disappear again for three months.

i want these teens to act like actual teens. use gen z slang like "rizz" and "skibidi toilet" and "on god".

*jaws theme intensifies*

❛ I was afraid you were dead. ❜ viperion → queen bee

the cruel prince / accepting !!

𝐍𝐎 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐄 𝐀 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎. Chloe had always seen the way Ladybug and Chat Noir would get thrown around like ragdolls in their endless stream of battles, but it never hit home that they might actually be hurt until she became Queen Bee and experienced the pain herself.

Launched through the air by the latest Akumatised villain, her back hit solid brick and felt it crack beneath the impact. Her head ricocheted off its surface, bells ringing in her ears. The world went fuzzy and colours blurred. Everything, from the top of her head to the tips of her toes, screamed in protest.

Suddenly, her vision was flooded with patches of teal. His voice was muffled, as though she were underwater, but the cool touch of his covered hand against her cheek as he brushed stray strands of blonde away and propped her up, slowly brought her back to the surface.

I was afraid you were dead.

Queen Bee groaned pitifully as she sat up and as the world came back into focus, she could see Ladybug and Chat Noir still fighting in the distance. They still needed her help, she was sure of it. Her ears were still somewhat ringing as her gaze landed on Viperion. He hadn't been part of the battle initially, so she could only assume Ladybug had called for backup when she'd blacked out. As Viperion pulled her to her feet, Queen Bee set her determined gaze on their target villain.

❝ No — but this guy is gonna wish he'd killed me after I'm through with him. Look at my hair! ❞

❛ you’re not a very convincing liar. ❜ ♡ luka

200 random dialogue prompts / accepting !!

I don't need anyone! she had screeched.

𝐂𝐇𝐋𝐎𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑; like she was something worthy to be looked at, rather than like some villain out of a Saturday morning cartoon. In all her desperate attempts to maintain control, she'd pushed it too far and almost lost everything. As it was, Sabrina barely acknowledged her and Adrien wouldn't return any of her calls. Even her father was threatening to send her to a boarding school in London. Left with no friends and a tattered reputation, Chloe had hit her lowest point and didn't know how to claw her way out of the hole she had dug herself into.

As if that wasn't bad enough, Luka had caught her in a vulnerable moment where frustrated tears had sprung forth and overflowed. She had expected him to laugh at her, maybe tell her she deserved every bit of karma that came her way. He would have been right — a bitter thought that came to mind. But he didn't. Perhaps worse than that, he took up the space next to her on the bench and offered to hear her out. Like it was easy. Like they were actually friends.

Chloe threw herself from the bench as if she'd been electrocuted, manicured nails biting into her palms until she could feel the skin tear, screeching at him to leave her alone. She didn't need him. She didn't need anyone.

You're not a very convincing liar, he'd said.

He was so calm about it, so earnest that it actually made Chloe quiet. She stared at him for a long moment before her eyes narrowed into suspicion.

❝ Why are you here? What do you want, Luka? ❞

surprising no one, chloé is choosing violence again