𝗅𝗎𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍

Sandor with an Australian accent. How do we feel? 🎤🎤🧌

Adrien Agreste, Chat Noir

I tried to make him more jagged and chaotic looking compared to Ladybug, so there would be more contrast between them

Also somewhat asymmetrical cuz he can’t wear whatever he wants as a civilian

Marinette Dupain-Cheng, The Ladybug

my redesign of Marinette and Ladybug for a fic im writing 🫡

𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾

It wasn’t Red’s original plan, it wasn’t even his plan. Ada thought it was a good idea to undermine him by implementing her own plan, which, as you might’ve figured out, completely went to shit.

“Impressive plan, Ada.” Red commented, snark lacing his tone.

Ada groaned, thumping her head against the wall. “Shut up, Red!”

Meanwhile, bullets whizzed past them, and the men they were facing off against were shouting orders at each other. The duo had been backed into a corner, with nothing but a flimsy column shielding them from the onslaught of gunfire.

“What about now, Ada? Have another imbecilic plan yet?”

“Red! God! Shut up!” Ada shouted, glaring at him.

Was Ada technically his upperclassman? Yes. Was she also a lot older than him, being nineteen? Also yes.

Did that mean Red was going to treat her with respect?

Hell. No.

“Well, if you haven’t got any spectacular plans, shall I take the the lead?” Red grinned smugly.

Ada rolled her eyes, frustrated. “Fucking— whatever. Do your shit, Red.”

With a triumphant huff, Red scanned what he could of the warehouse. There were many foot soldiers, all aiming their weapons and firing pointlessly. Red felt a bit of offense, clearly, these people weren’t taking EDEN, or it’s members seriously.

Hm, then, he should remind them, just exactly why EDEN is at the top of the food chain.

Jumping quickly to the next column, Red drew their fire, leaving Ada behind. If he were to initialize his plan, he’d need a distraction. Turning on his earpiece, he connected his comm straight to HQ.

“EVA?” Red called.

“Thats me! What d’ya need, Reddy?” EVA responded, her voice cheerful.

“I need a little diversion, I don’t suppose you could cook something up?”

“Yes! One-hundred-percent! You can count on me, Redsters!”

With that, the call cut, and a few seconds later, something dropped from the ceiling. Red assumed it was some kind of security drone that delivered it, as that was EVA’s whole thing. It was a small disk, but managed to let out a mist so thick that even Red had a hard seeing through it.

However, EVA had done as asked, and he would not let it go to waste.

Running through the fog, Red strained his senses to hear anything around him, and see as far as he could. The fog shifted around bodies, and Red even smelled the particular odor of the soldiers. He would make quick work of this now, lest he miss watching Tales of Gothicka and Mephistopheles, with Nyxx and Moon.

One after another, the fifteen-year-old slashed through legs and stomach, occasionally throats. The smell of blood was slightly irritating, but he ignored as best he could. These foot soldiers really didn’t know what was coming, huh? Some distance away, he heard more struggling, easily figuring out it was Ada.

Perhaps she wasn’t completely useless, after all.

Slicing through the last man, Red quickly grabbed him by the throat.

“Tell me, sir, why are you attacking EDEN students? Were you paid? What about this warehouse? I heard you were smuggling illegal contraband into Acheron and Spade, but I must know why.” Red interrogated, his voice seemingly calm and docile.

The man was sweating bullets, which Red wasn’t surprised by. He had that effect on people, making them nervous.

Red didn’t know why, though.

“Hurry up now, if I remove this blade you’ll surely bleed out in minutes. And that’s being generous.” Red stated, twisting the knife in the others’ gut just a tiny bit.

The man yelped, gripping his hand onto Red’s forearm. “Stop! Agh, fuck!”

“If you want me to stop, then answer my questions.” A dark look washed over Red’s face, and his eyes went cold.

“I-I don’t know, really. They just—urgh” The soldier panted. “The people who employed us— just told us to get the cargo from here to the extraction—point. I didn’t know about no Even kids or whatever..”

Red stared, and to others, it was one of malice and inhumanity. His eyes were seemingly empty, as if any emotions he could’ve felt in the past or present, just evaporated. Ada despised that look.

The fog had cleared enough for her to spot Red, and exactly what he was doing.

Little brat, she thought.

She stalked over to them, glaring holes into Red’s back.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Ada shouted.

Red didn’t respond, and instead, just kept aiming that look at the man. Ada may not like these guys, but even she had a little kindness. Kicking him in the back, Ada was able to call Red to attention.

“Wake the fuck up, shorty. We’ve got a lead. Now stop torturing that guy.” Ada commanded.

She knew, however, that he words meant little to Red. As he would only take orders from Captain Silver. And occasionally Nyxx, though even he had a hard time with Red.

Red slowly turned his head, his expression devoid of any feeling. Ada felt herself shiver a bit, from just how cold he looked. She knew it was better to pretend not to be nervous, but she couldn’t help herself. That look…

Red snapped back to the present, once again letting his instincts take control. There was an internal groaning in his head, he’d definitely have a lecture later.

Standing up, and removing the blade from the man’s gut, ignoring his wailing, Red looked to Ada. “Apologies, I seem to have spaced out a bit. Now then, let’s get going, shall we?”

Not waiting for an answer, Red walked away, cleaning the blood from his knife with hand cloth. Ada, on the other hand, just rolled her eyes and called for backup. That man was still alive, and he would be as long as The Butterflies get here on time, so she could save the real interrogation for later.

Red, looking much more forward to weekly binge night, practically beamed. Though, his version of beaming was an uncaring face and lazy body language.

After about an hour, Red finally made it back to his apartment. It was quite spacious, being more of a loft than an apartment. Before he and Nyxx graduated from student to agents, they’d talked about moving away from the dorms. Although it was sometimes nice, being able to get away from the school was also very freeing.

So, with only a minor struggle, Red and Nyxx successfully moved into their own apartment. Currently, the boys were renting it out from this old couple, Maurice and Delaney, they were kind.

Walking through the front door, Red closed it behind him and slid off his shoes. He took off his blazer and threw it on the back of a chair, leaving only his tie and a white button-up, as well his plaid red and black pants. Hopping over the back of the couch, Red landed a few inches away from Nyxx, who was already comfortable in a tank-top and sweatpants.

“You’re just in time, Moon was already starting to complain about you being gone.” Nyxx remarked, shoving a fist full of popcorn in his mouth.

“Oh dear, how would I recover.” Red replied flatly, though Nyxx recognized his tone as humorous.

Huffing a laugh, Nyxx grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. Moon, quickly, flew down from his perch, transforming from a bat to a human in seconds.

“Which episode?” He asked quietly, sitting in between the two older boys.

“Episode thirteen, I’m pretty sure. That’s where we left off last week, right?” Nyxx looked to Red for confirmation.

“Correct, we ended on a cliffhanger between Gothicka and Princess Angelicka fighting over Unicorn Joe.”

Moon nodded, while Nyxx hummed in response. He clicked on the episode, and Red felt himself instantly relax.

Though to others, he might always seem on edge, but within the walls of his apartment, sitting with two of the most important people to him, Red couldn’t be calmer.

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So, not exactly an update-update, but I’m trying to figure out Red’s character so just enjoy regardless❤️❤️

Also, he is indeed of sassy lil bitch with no empathy skills, that much I’ve figured out

please guys hear me out

literally I was listening to some music and BRO Duvet by Bōa is literally Sophie’s song

like actually, I’m flabbergasted

Wearing Each Other’s Clothes- flufftober prompt!

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A soft melody sounded out from a record player, causing the girl to hum as she flipped the page of her book.

Sophie sat in the windowsill of her room, entranced to the novel she started only hours before. It had become somewhat of a habit, when things got too much for her, Sophie would retreat to the safety of her room to decompress. And, oh, how that strategy always seemed to work.

Fortunately, this wasn’t one of those times where she was overwhelmed. She’d just woken up on the wrong side of the bed, in a way. However, to combat the annoying problem at hand, Sophie recalled some things Dex had told her.

“If you ever need to calm down, just do something you like. I always play Animal Crossing when I get overwhelmed.” Dex stated, munching on a candy bar. “Like, I’m typically a Mortal Kombat kind of guy, but sometimes I don’t need to stress about beating some character in a game, y’know?”

He was right. It kind of ticked Sophie off, a bit. Dex had a way with being right about the most obvious things, yet Sophie still needed a flashing light in her face to even get clue!

Anyway, she took his advice.

Eda had come up to check on her, since she hadn’t said much when Sophie came down to eat breakfast. She was worried, that much was clear, and Sophie appreciated it. The blonde had explained via note that she needed to have some “me-time” before she became a functional member of society again. And like the Angel she is, Edaline completely understood.

“Okay honey! Text me if you need anything, I love you!” She wrote in reply.

Sophie smiled at the words, sliding an “I love you” note back under the door before returning to her perch.

Another detail that made all the difference, was what she was wearing. The baggy sweatshirt was normal, but it wasn’t hers. You see, this particular hoodie belonged to her boyfriend, Keefe. They’ve been dating for months, six months almost. But this was the first time Sophie ever unconsciously wore something of Keefe’s. At least, until she finally noticed.

She’d remembered another thing Dex said, about eating comfort food and wearing comfort clothes. Sophie hadn’t really understood at the time, but she was starting to now.

Sophie was in the middle of a paragraph when she recognized a smell. One of vanilla and coffee. Sophie sniffed the air, wondering if her boyfriend had somehow managed to sneak another personalized air-freshener into her room, when she looked down. The hoodie itself was a midnight blue with some light-colored wording. Sophie sniffed again, and it was stronger.

She was a bit confused, any other day Sophie would have surely noticed the change of clothing. Perhaps it was because of the weird feeling she’d had all day, putting her into a slight funk. Or maybe, Dex was right, and clothing could bring comfort.

She didn’t have long to think about it before her door was being knocked upon. A familiar tune, something that a certain someone always used to be endearing. The blonde had half a mind to ignore it and continue reading, as she was still down in the dumps. But, she also remembered how dejected Keefe looked the last time she left him waiting outside like a stray.

With a sigh, Sophie reluctantly sat up and walked over to the door, her feet dragging as her body felt heavy like cement. Opening the door, Sophie couldn’t help but feel her heartbeat speed up for a second.

Keefe stood there with a goofy grin, armed with bags of what Sophie could only assume were snacks. However, her attention was attracted to Keefe’s shirt.

Or, more specifically, her shirt.

It fit nicely on him, despite his lengthy frame. Sophie silently thanked her past-self for always picking bigger sizes of shirts.

Suddenly, there was a tap on her shoulder, and Sophie looked up. Keefe, in all his glory, smiled down at her and lifted a brow.

“You good, Foster?” He asked, and Sophie quickly had the realization that he’d been speaking the entire time.

Clearing her throat, Sophie mustered up a pathetic “yes” in response.

Keefe hummed, nodding and then gesturing to her room. “May I come in, my lady?” He requested in a terrible British accent.

“Ha, yeah.” Sophie huffed out a laugh, moving to let him through the door. “Do my parents know you’re here?”

“If you mean Mrs. Ruewen, yes. If you’re talking about Mr. Macho Man himself, then no. Pretty sure you’re Mom said something about him feeding the bulls in the pasture…?”

Sophie smiled and rolled her eyes, the petty little feud between her boyfriend and her Dad had been long-standing, since before they even got together. Grady wasn’t very appreciative of Keefe’s troublemaker and carefree attitude, and Keefe just loves pushing other people’s buttons. So, clearly, it was a recipe for disaster.

Sophie closed the door, sauntering up beside Keefe as he laid out all the snacks on the bed.

“Hey.” She muttered, looking up to his eyes.

“Hi.” He replied back, his eyes crinkling as he smiled at her.

Again, Sophie’s heart rate sped up a little. She wasn’t embarrassed, she just, always felt floaty when Keefe looked at her. Especially with such a warm expression.

“What’re you doing here?” Sophie asked, sitting next to the pile of food on the bed.

Keefe puffed up, his face turning every shade but chivalrous. “Well, a little birdie told me you weren’t having a good day. And, since I’m a loving boyfriend and loyal partner, I took it upon myself to try and make you’re day a bit better. So, ta da!”

Sophie nodded in response, unwrapping a small Snickers and popping it into her mouth.

“A little birdie?”

“Jolie and Amy.” He admitted, with no hesitation. “Two little birdies then, I guess. But, they were worried and figured that, me being me, I could cheer you up the best.”

She smiled, swallowing the candy and standing up. “That’s nice. Thank you, Keefe.”

On her tip-toes, Sophie pecked the taller’s lips, already feeling much better than before. Still a bit gloomy, though.

Keefe didn’t waste any time, however. In one swift motion, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed a soft kiss to Sophie’s lips. Recovering from the shock quickly, Sophie returned the gesture and embraced him, her arms around his neck.

“Mm, you’re lips taste like chocolate.” Keefe points out, licking his lips and glancing up, as if to savor it.

Sophie smiled, a thing she seems to do a lot around him. “Yeah? Well, you smell really good, so.”

“Really? You like it? I got it from Linh, she said it matched my vibe, or something.”

She was right, vanilla and coffee really worked with Keefe’s personality.

“Anyway, is that my shirt?” Sophie asks, bluntly.

“Huh? Oh, yeah! I found it in my bag, must’ve gotten mixed in last time I was here. I actually started listening to these guys. Green Day, right? Yeah, they’re pretty good.” Keefe rambled.

It was one of things Sophie loved about him. His ability to just, talk. She also felt warm because, well, he started listening to one of her favorite bands! Just because of a shirt!

Quickly, Sophie pecked his lips again and then untangled herself from him.

“Feel better?” He inquired, blinking over at her.

“A little. Wanna watch a movie?”

“Heck yeah, lemme make some room real quick.” Keefe shoved the snacks into the plastic bags, setting them on the nightstand and hopping onto the bed.

Sophie brought her laptop over, as well as a weighted blanket and a fluffy one.

“Thank ya darlin.” Keefe teased in a country accent.

Sophie giggled and sat down, pulling the blanket over her and passing the other to Keefe, who gladly wrapped himself up in it. She opened the computer and thought about what to watch.

A few minutes later and they decide on A Nightmare Before Christmas, one movie they both could watch endlessly.

Keefe wrapped an arm around Sophie, pulling her closer and nuzzling his face into her hair. Her face heated up a bit at the affection, she was still getting used to it. Despite the length of their relationship, Sophie was still adjusting to physical affection. Though, she got over the embarrassment of it, now it was just feeling flustered.

“Oh, also..” Keefe spoke up. “That hoodie looks really good on you.”

Almost instantly, Sophie’s face exploded into a overheated mess of a red.

Okay, maybe she was still a little embarrassed.

@flufftober

Art for my gal @3xen Merry (late) Christmas!!

(also, pose ref is from Pinterest)

☆midnight meet-cute☆

The light-sounding music playing on the speakers contrasted from the gloomy storm outside. Behind the counter of a coffee shop, Xen busied herself with a dirty mug while humming along to the rhythm. It was long into the night, and she had unfortunately been persuaded into a double-shift at work.

Now, with all but ten minutes of her shift, Xen was excited to finally leave. Not that her place of work was bad, it’s just, work is exhausting! Regardless of the kind! She tapped a little to the Christmas song, smiling a bit as she mumbled over the lyrics. This time of year was nice, when things were a bit less tense. Her teachers let up on the homework load, albeit just a little cause finals were coming up, and she could actually relax some.

Just her luck though, because of course a last-minute customer comes in.

The customer in question was a taller guy. His white hair a mess from taking his motorcycle helmet off. He wore a long white coat with a fur collar, which Xen found strange but not completely out-of-place. He walked up to the counter, his eyes trained on the menu above her.

Holding in a sigh, Xen put on her best customer service voice and greeted the boy.

“Welcome, what can I get you tonight?” Xen asked, straining a smile.

The boy looked at her, as if just now realizing she was there. “Oh, just a black coffee, please.”

“Of course.” She nodded, reciting the steps of making the order in her head. “Pretty brutal weather we’re having, right?”

The boy did a double-take and kind of awkwardly shuffled in place. “Uh, yes.”

Xen, reading the room, quickly turned away and focused on her task. Clearly the boy wasn’t interested in idle conversation, and Xen was not going to encourage it. Her co-worker already left all she wanted to do was go home and sleep.

Putting on the lid of the cup, Xen slid the drink toward the boy and rang up his order. He quickly paid without a word and left. And so did she, though she had to clean up the coffee machine. Again.

A few minutes later, Xen locked the front doors and stepped out into the windy storm. She threw on her hood and steadily walked down the city streets. She began the long trek to the subway station, as winter in this city was never kind, Xen almost slipped a total number of seven times.

Nobody was out on the streets at this time, at least not in this part of the city. But for some reason, Xen couldn’t help but feel a little on edge. Playing with the house keys in her pocket, Xen tried to calm herself. It was most likely because of nerves at being out so late. Nothing to worry about.

And she stuck with that, for all of about ten minutes.

Reaching the station, Xen waited by the platform and started scrolling through her phone. This was mistake number one, ie, not paying attention to her surroundings. Mistake number two was not acknowledging the distant crash sound coming from the subway tunnel. She’d glanced up but figured it was nothing, if not just some rats or something. Mistake number three was getting on the subway.

Three strikes, you’re out.

Once they started moving, Xen felt something move the train. It was small, but not small enough to just ignore. It wasn’t like the typical rough movements expected from the subway, no, this was different.

She looked around, and there was a louder thump. This time, it shook the whole car, reverberating into her own. Xen gripped the iron bar beside her, looking to the back of the subway. Her finger hovered over the 911 button, and her leg bounced with anxiety and anticipation.

However, before she could react, something huge crashed right through the train. For a few seconds, Xen watched as the creature crushed the car with ease. After those seconds were over, though, all she felt was adrenaline and fear.

The train came to a violent stop and Xen was thrown out of her seat, hitting her head on one of the metal poles.

Regaining consciousness seconds later, Xen pushed herself up, trying to decipher what was happening around her. Her ears were ringing and there was a fuzziness in her head. She looked around, noting the very big gap between her car and the next one over. Slowly, Xen crawled towards the opening, peering around the edge.

There was a large corridor beside the tracks, and she could hear lots of banging and crashing coming from it.

All she wanted was to lay there and wait for help, or maybe even try navigating the complex subway system. But after brief consideration of both, Xen came to the conclusion that she was not in the right state to look around. She’d either end up lost or get mugged by some junkie.

Making up her mind, Xen focused herself and hopped from the train floor to the rail beneath it. The ground was ripped apart and many pieces of the iron subway car laid strewn about the tunnel. But that wasn’t enough to discourage her.

No, Xen wanted to go home. But to make that happen she needed a way out. And what better way than to follow the people who caused your situation in the first place?

“Ugh..” Xen groaned, walking toward the long corridor.

Using the sounds of fighting to lead her, eventually leading her to a large drop off. The area was well-lit by construction lights, which allowed her to see the two fighting.

The large creature from earlier, who seemed like some kind of lizard-scorpion hybrid, was attacking a person. Not an ordinary person, though. The one fighting back was riding a motorcycle, occasionally shooting at it with a whispy-looking gun. Whoever it was wearing a long white coat and a helmet…

Wait…

Didn’t they look kind of familiar?

She can’t finish her thought unfortunately, because the lizard-scorpion suddenly stopped. Snapping its head toward her, the creature roared and weird-looking fan things spread out from its neck. It sort of reminded her of that one dinosaur from Jurassic Park.

Then, it started running toward her.

“Oh shit!” Xen shouts, jumping from the realization and looking around wildly for an escape route.

That doesn’t get her anywhere though, because the thing jumps toward her. Opening its gigantic mouth, Xen has a second to see the hundreds of teeth lining it’s jaws. Frozen, Xen can’t help but watch as it gets closer, and closer. Until, finally, she’s broken out of it by a quick motion.

In a matter of seconds, Xen was grabbed around the waist and thrown on the back of a motorcycle.

“Hang on!” The person commanded, and Xen followed along.

She did not want to add “falling off a motorcycle while being chased by a monster” as one of her bucket-list bullet points.

The person- no, guy? Man? Boy?

Boy…

Boy.

Boy!

Noticing the fur of his coat and the white color of the rest flying wildly in the air, Xen realized who this was.

“Hey! You’re the guy who ordered the coffee!” She yelled, trying to see the front of the boys’ helmet.

He gave her a quick glance, ignoring her statement and amping up the speed.

Xen, for all her bravery, tightened her arms around the boy’s waist. She dared to glance back, spotting the monster following them around the wide space, fast.

It got close once, snapping its razor-sharp jaws at them and the boy sped up even quicker.

“Uh, what are you doing?” Xen asked once she noticed the very big ramp thing they were heading for. “Uhm, hey, guy, dude?! What the hell are you— OH MY GOD!” She screamed.

“Don’t let go!” He yelled back, throttling the engine with one of the bike’s handlebars.

They reached the climax of the ramp, and very much ran off it, flying into the air. Xen held on, more out of fear than anything, and she squeezed her eyes shut. She didn’t open them until she felt a thump instead of a crash and burning sensation.

She peeked one eye open, looking around until realizing they were driving away from the monster. He was heading down a corridor similar to the one she came from, at very high speeds. They drove for what felt like forever before the chilly night air hit her, and suddenly they were on the surface again.

The boy drove quickly and carefully, somehow, and took her to the bay of the city.

She got off as soon as they stopped, her legs feeling like jello, Xen sat on the curb of the road. Now that the adrenaline had worn off, her head was pounding like crazy, she could practically feel her heart pumping blood into her brain.

Muffled talking made its way into Xen’s ears, and she turned to look at the boy.

He was on the phone with a very tired look on his face. “Yeah..yeah I know. I didn’t get to finish it off, some civilian from the subway was there. I had to rescue her—what? What do you mean “why?” I rescued her because it’s my job?”

He grimaced, confused and annoyed. “Yes, it is my job, Ada. It’s yours too, by like, law or something.”

He continued to argue with Ada(?) on the phone until finally hanging up. Running a hand through his hair, the boy finally looked to Xen. Her heart skipped a bit, when their eyes met. His gaze was cold, but gentle.

She cleared her throat, standing up and meeting his eyes, not really though. This guy had like three feet on her at most.

“Sooooooo..” She trailed off, not finding any words to describe what had happened. Or any questions to ask.

She just really wanted to go home.

“Are you okay?” The boy sighed. “Nothing bleeding or broken?”

“Ah, no, I don’t think so. I hit my head earlier though, so maybe like, a minor concussion? I dunno, I’m not a doctor.” Xen laughed nervously, shivering from the cold.

Once again, the boy sighed, and then took off his coat. “Here, you’re freezing.”

Her eyes widened, and the slightest bit of heat rose to her face.

“I— oh, thanks.” She stumbled, letting him pull it around her shoulders.

“No problem.” He shrugged. “We should you get to a doctor, make sure you’re really okay. That cool?”

Meeting his eyes again was a struggle, his gaze was piercing and without exhaustion or adrenaline clouding her mind, Xen found him a little hard not to admire. His face seemed carefully crafted, almost perfect, except for the slight crookedness of his nose.

“Yes, I guess that’s fine.” She finally spoke.

“Alright, get on.” He nodded to the bike. “Oh, and wear this.”

The black helmet was placed into her hands, and Xen had about two seconds to process before he was turning on the bike and revving the engine. Swiftly, she secured the helmet and got on behind the other.

“By the way, what’s your name?” He asked.

“Xen! Yours?” She raised her voice over the loud engine.

“Nyxx. Ready?”

“Yep.”

And with that, Xen sat as Nyxx drove her into the night, and she wasn’t going to lie, she was feeling excited.

Maybe things would be different, this time.

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This pièce de résistance is for my bro @3xen who asked me for this in the utmost respectful way. By threatening me.

Jk jk, love you bro, hope you enjoy this!

(also this shit is NOT proofread so if there’s any mistakes no there isn’t 🤞)

actually I may need some assistance with deciding who listens to who so please offer some suggestions 💀🙏🙏