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a-chlolix-blog · 2 years

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I've got another theory about Chloé Bourgeois!

Chloé is not only a Senti-Being, but she's also been her own handler since she was six years old.

This would explain her childish mindset (believing in Santa Claus and cooties, and still sucks her thumb), despite being a fourteen year old girl.

André knowing what the Peacock Miraculous does, made Chloé her own handler in hopes of keeping her his "little princess" for much longer.

I don't think even he knew how she'd turn out when she got older.

Headcanon: The day Audrey left, Chloé hugged Mr. Cuddly tight while saying something like "Be more like mommy and she'll come back" repeatedly, which caused her to turn out more like Audrey despite her mother not being around to actually influence her. She didn't know she was commanding herself magically.

Everything that happened with Adrien and Félix with those rings, happened to Chloé with Mr. Cuddly.

Butler Jean temporarily became Chloé's handler and tries to use Mr. Cuddly to make her a nicer person. Much to the teen's dismay.

He's basically commanding her with the bear!

Also, look at this face on Chloé when she looks into the bear's diamond eyes. It almost looks like she's under a magic spell!

As the episode went on Chloé started to slowly but surely fights off the amok's control due to feeling embarrassed by her more immature and softer side being showed to others (she wanted to be like Audrey SO BAD).

This leads to Chloé firing the Butler, something that Audrey would've done.

Without being controlled by her amok, Chloé let's Marinette dance with Adrien & she was able to even save Ladybug during the fight, but then starts pouting like a child when she wasn't being praised for it.

The akuma Despair Bear interests me a bit.

Instead of giving him the power to make Chloé nicer by giving her a mini bear hug or something, Gabriel gives Jean the power to CONTROL anyone so he could get closer to Chloé.

Also, if you wanna ask "How come Despair Bear wasn't being used to control Chloé?". Because at that moment Jean wasn't focusing on controlling Chloé, he was focused on getting revenge on her.

For those who are asking "If the Amok's in the bear, then why didn't it come out along with the butterfly?" Because the akuma was in the thread of the bear and NOT one of the diamond eyes, which is where I think the amok is located.

I think that Ladybug briefly became Chloé's handler by accident and since Ladybug is someone Chloé looks up to, Chloé was gonna do what she can to make her happy. Which "somehow" included letting Tom Dupain to teach the class how to make macaroons at her party.

Then went back to her own original command to be more like Audrey and starts insulting everyone's baked goods.

Now on to Heroes' Day Part 2, where the hint was so direct, it's absolutely WILD!

MR. CUDDLY WAS DIRECTLY USED TO CONTROL CHLOÉ IN THE SAME EPISODE MAYURA MADE HER DEBUT!!!!

Coincidence? I DON'T THINK SO!!

Alot happened with Chloé in the Episode "Miracler"

She rejects the opportunity to hold her supposed amok.

She fights off being Akumatized by Hawkmoth.

Before Félix's debut, she was the closest character to getting her hands on the Peacock Miraculous (Senti-Teens really wanna get their hands on this one).

Note: Instead of immediately leaving with the Bee Miraculous, Mayura offers Chloé a spot on Hawkmoth's team. Did she want control of supposedly another Senti-Teen?!

Speaking of Chloé in the third season...

What was the akuma power she got from Hawkmoth after losing fate and trust in Ladybug for not giving her what she wanted?

THE POWER TO CONTROL PEOPLE! SOUND FAMILIAR?!

Tell me what you guys think!

#Miraculous Ladybug #Miraculous Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir #Chloé Bourgeois #Chloe Bourgeois #Queen Bee #Miracle Queen #Akumatized Villains #Akumatized Forms #Posts with Pics #Andre Bourgeois #André Bourgeois #Butler Jean #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #Nathalie Sancoeur #Other Characters

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randomcherryfan · 7 months

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Do y’all think their cycles synced up

#the mime #miraculous ladybug #butler jean #Gabriel Agreste #Armand D'Argencourt #xavier ramier #I’m so sorry #guys I still love transformers and punch out save me

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ladymiraclewings · 1 year

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Argos: You call it "really bad at darts", I call it "freestyle acupuncture."

Butler Jean: ...I'm going to have to ask you to leave the bar.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #source: tumblr #argos #butler jean

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vavandeveresfan · 1 year

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Being a servant in MLB Paris is more than most people bargain for.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #MLB #ML #miraculous tales of ladybug and cat noir #Jean Paul #butler Jean #Bourgeois Family #I hope he's paid well

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alexseanchai · 1 year

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Butler Jean's name might actually be Jean-Quentin? or is Zoe in 4x09 using the same name for him that Audrey used in 4x07 in order to evoke the same effect as Audrey?

#miraculous ladybug #butler jean #zoe lee #audrey bourgeois's a+ parenting #miraculeakless

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invisible-pink-toast · 2 years

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MayBee Queen 2022

Day #12 - Dreams

What Chloe’s nightmare was in Sandboy, ft. Chloe and Jean’s relationship.

@maybeequeenchloe

*・゜゜・*:.。..。.:*・*:゜・*:.。. .。.:*・゜゜・**・゜゜・*:.。..。.:*

The sandboy just checked in. Now nightmares can begin.

Meditation is dumb. Chloe hates it. Sitting with your legs crossed and breathing - what was the point of all that? She sits on her bed, listening to the recordings her therapist recommended, audio of a woman calmly talking about “serenity” and “clearing your mind”, but the only thing Chloe can think of is how ridiculous this is. She’d rather punch something, and she’s pretty sure that’s the opposite of what she’s trying to achieve here.

Calm. Balance. Peace.

God, that woman’s voice is bland, and could she sound any more cliche? Okay, ignore her, focus on the sounds of the gentle waves against the sand. Ignore the sounds of traffic, the couple shouting downstairs, the news blaring from the living room. Remember summers in Portugal as a kid, hand in hand with her Safta, walking along the beach. The fresh air, the warm water, the joy.

Chloe takes in a deep breath, trying to ignore the tickle on her nose that feels like dust or glitter, and when she lets the breath back out, slow and steady, something feels different.

Her eyes flutter open, trying to pinpoint what’s changed. Everything looks the same. But… it seems quieter. Meditation is supposed to quiet your mind, maybe she’s achieved that. She feels a flicker of pride, but something’s still off. And she’s had enough psycho’s in clown costumes breaking into her room to be wary that when something feels “off” the situation usually quickly devolves to “try to survive akuma attack”.

But akuma attacks also usually involve screaming, people running, sometimes buildings falling down. And everything seems calm and peaceful and eerie as hell.

The woman’s voice has finished, thank goodness, and now just the sounds of waves continue, but Chloe shuts her phone off and heads out to the living room where her father is watching the news.

‘Daddy, do you feel-’ Chloe starts to ask, but stops when she sees the empty room. She rolls her eyes, he’s either in his office taking a call, or in the bathroom - and either could take a while. The TV’s still on, but when she glances at it, she stops cold. A report is on, with the latest news headlines on the bottom of the screen, and there’s the big news desk where all the reporters sit behind. But all the chairs are empty. The camera cuts from a shot of one chair, to another, then all the chairs at once - but each one is vacant. The camera then cuts to an empty street.

Well that’s creepy as fuck. Chloe quickly grabs the remote and turns the TV off. Definitely akuma activity then. Some media related akuma? Hopefully not that Prime Queen again, ugh, she’s awful. Maybe an akuma that turns people invisible?

Chloe pulls out her phone and taps on Sabrina’s contact. Maybe her dad knew something. The call clicks through right away (as it should, as Chloe’s best friend Sabrina should always be available). ‘Hey, Sabrina, I think there’s some akuma nonsense going on again, does you dad know anything?’ Chloe asks.

Silence.

‘Sabrina? Hello?’ Chloe waits for a few moments, hearing nothing, before scoffing and hanging up. She opens her messages and starts to text.

Chloe @ Sabrina u need better cell service Think an akuma’s around, ur dad heard anything?

Chloe waits. And waits. She starts tapping her foot, trying to remind herself of her “calming exercises” as she can feel her impatience rising.

Chloe @ Sabrina u literally just answered ur phone but u can’t text back? if u don’t know anything i’m not gonna be mad

Chloe waits a while longer, but there’s no response. Not even the bubbles meaning Sabrina’s composing a long text of explanation. Well, fine. Whatever. Who cares about her anyway? Why is she caring about an akuma at all? At least this one doesn’t seem to be trying to attack her, so she should just have a quiet night in. Maybe she could sit out on her balcony and see if Ladybug will fly by. Chloe taps on her contact for room service - if she was going to relax, she may as well do it with a bowl full of chocolate strawberries.

The phone clicks through on the first ring. The usual response is ‘What can we get for you, Miss Bourgeois?’ For any new staff that don’t already have her number memorised, the response is ‘Le Grand Paris room service, how can we help you?’ The response is not silence.

But that’s all that comes through from the other end of the line.

More silence! Goosebumps shiver down Chloe’s arms, this was weird. Maybe the akuma affects technology? How was she supposed to live without her phone!? But even as she’s wondering, she starts to think it’s more than that.

Chloe jumps up off the lounge, and opens the door to her father’s office. Empty. She heads over to the bathroom and knocks. No answer. She opens the door. Empty. He’s also not in the kitchen, his bedroom, the ensuite, the guest room, the closet, nowhere. She calls out for him too, but there’s no response. So he’s not invisible, he’s just… gone. Logically, he probably just left to do something. But he left the TV and the lights on. And he left his phone and wallet behind. And the door was still locked from the inside.

Chloe can feel the panic starting to rise up in her chest. Maybe Vanisher was back. Maybe she was taunting Chloe. Maybe this was some new, completely unnerving akuma. Either way, she was high-tailing it out of this suite, and down to the lobby to find Jean Pascal. He always had a tranquil sort of energy, and was able to placate Chloe, ever since she was a kid.

She rushes back into her room to grab her pepper spray, and that’s when she hears it. Or rather, doesn’t hear it.

No traffic sounds, no horns beeping, no arguing. A dreading realisation starts to creep up Chloe’s spine as she walks to the doors of her balcony. When she slides the glass door open and steps out, she is greeted with complete and utter silence.

Her shaking hands grip on the railing as she looks below. Usually cars are rushing past, pedestrians are loitering, people are laughing in the restaurant downstairs, boats are floating along the Seine. Instead, there’s nothing.

No people, no sounds, the entire city is desolate. Chloe’s completely alone.

And she can’t breathe.

Being chased by giant creatures literally out of his nightmares was not how Jean Marcel expected his night to go. But given the insanity the city of Paris had been experiencing over the past year and a half, he figures he shouldn’t have been surprised.

Once Ladybug and Chat Noir finally take care of the nightmare akuma, Jean and some of the other hotel staff are able to come out of the supply room they barricaded themselves into.

It’s always unnerving how there’s no physical damage after an akuma attack. Everything just magically snaps right back into place, and yet you’re left with the very real memories of a T-Rex and giant spiders trashing your workplace.

The hotel lobby is spotless, so he and the other managers instruct everyone to take a few minutes, have a drink (hopefully of water or tea, but if it was stronger he couldn’t blame them) and then just… go back to normal. Act like their nightmares didn’t come to life and continue working.

Ugh, it might be time to leave Paris. Sure Jean’s lived here his entire life, but there are plenty of other cities in France with millions of hotels that he could easily get a job in. His resume was spotless, and adding on that he helped keep a five star hotel running at five stars even during magical terrorist attacks should look good.

Jean’s busy reassuring some shaken-up guests when one of the staff frantically waves for his attention. He politely excuses himself, and tries to make his question of ‘What now?’ sound less jaded and more professional.

‘Sorry sir, but one of the laundry staff just called. Apparently Miss Bourgeois is down there.’

Jean blinks, sure he’s misheard. He’s pretty sure Chloe Bourgeois has never stepped into a laundry room in her life. ‘Are they sure?’ The staffer nods. ‘What on earth is she doing?’

‘Well… when they found her she’d… turned on all the machines and was sobbing in the corner? And now she’s screaming at anyone who tries to enter the room.’

Jean Marcel sighs, a deep and weary one. When he took a job as a butler at Le Grand Paris all those years ago, he didn’t realise that he’d end up babysitting the owner’s bratty daughter. He also didn’t realise that he’d actually come to care for the girl, sometimes thinking of her like a niece, that he’d try to look out for her even after he’d been promoted. Jean has known Chloe for a long time, and while she could be overly dramatic and attention seeking, she also hated showing any forms of “weakness” - and she considered crying a weakness. She also lashed out at people when she felt scared. So if this was her reaction after a nightmare akuma, her nightmare must have truly terrified her. And a screaming, sobbing, post-akuma Chloe Bourgeois is not a situation Jean would ever leave to some poor inexperienced staff member. No one deserved to be on the receiving end of that.

And Chloe deserved someone to genuinely care about her - not just try to pacify her and get her out of their way.

‘I’ll handle it.’ Jean says, and the staff member sags in relief.

The laundry rooms are underground, but Jean makes a quick trip up to the penthouse before heading down there. When he steps out of the elevator, he’s accosted by a frazzled manager who leads him to a door that a small crowd of employees have gathered around. Some are irritated, some are anxious, and some are being busybodies.

‘Alright, everyone back to work.’ Jean announces, and the crowd jumps back from the door.

‘But we’re supposed to be working in there.’ One of the busybodies pouts, pointing to the laundry room.

‘I’m sure you are all very capable of finding something else productive to do in a hotel of this size for the next few minutes.’ He says, raising an unimpressed eyebrow, and the employees drop their gazes and shuffle away.

Jean Marcel takes a deep breath, before squaring his shoulders and entering the laundry room.

The noise is boisterous. Every single washer and dryer has been turned on, but there are no clothes or linens in any of them, so the machines are rattling and clanging. The sound is grating within moments. Jean grits his teeth and shuts the door behind him.

‘Mademoiselle?’ He calls out.

‘Go. Away.’ A familiar voice groans.

Jean makes his way past the machines, to a section where the laundry hampers are left. They have been shoved to the side, and a slight figure now rests in the middle of the cluster. Chloe Bourgeois was a mess. Her hair was tangled, she was wearing her pyjamas, and her face was blotchy from tears. Her knees were tucked under her chin, and her hands were pressed against her ears as her fingers clutched so tightly against her head, Jean was sure she must be causing herself pain. He pushes the nearest laundry hamper aside to make room next to the girl.

‘Go away, go away!’ Chloe screeches.

Usually if Chloe was screaming or demanding the best thing to do is give her some space to calm down. But ever since Zombiezou sent an entire army after her, Chloe has been slowly trying to learn to control her temper, so this wasn’t usual. Besides, Jean knows the difference between Chloe’s temper tantrums and when she’s genuinely upset, and this is more like the aftermath of a panic attack than an outburst.

So instead of leaving, Jean Marcel sits near her, far enough away not to intrude on her space, and places something against Chloe’s knees. This surprises her, and for the first time since he entered the room, Chloe’s eyes blink open. She gasps at the sight of the yellow teddy bear in front of her, and releases the grip she has on her head to wrap her arms around Mr Cuddly. Jean lets out a sigh of relief, glad he took the extra few minutes to collect the toy. At the sound, Chloe looks over at him in alarm, only to realise who was sitting across from her.

‘Jean?’ She whispers, and his heart pangs at how small and lost she sounds.

‘I’m here, mademoiselle.’ He responds, and she lets out a wretched choked up sound, before propelling herself across the space that separates them and throwing her arms around him. It’s something she hasn’t done in years and it shocks him, but his arm automatically goes around her.

‘Oh, Jean, it was a-awful. Everyone disappeared, I couldn’t find anyone an-ywhere and it was silent everywhere, and I- I couldn’t-’ Chloe sobs into his blazer.

Jean shakes his head, cursing Hawkmoth for the thousandth time. He lets Chloe cry herself out, occasionally interjecting with a gentle, ‘It’s over now’ or ‘Everything’s okay’, even though he knows it’s not. This won’t be the last akuma attack, this won’t be the last time Chloe’s left terrified and alone. Her mother hasn’t set foot in this hotel in years, and her father is too busy trying to get votes to notice the state of his daughter. This has reminded Jean. He can’t leave Paris.

It takes a while, but the laundry machines stop their incessant rattling, and Chloe’s breathing eventually evens out. Chloe sits up, refusing to look at him as she wipes at her eyes. He pulls out a handkerchief and hands it to her, she flushes but takes it and loudly blows her nose. He tries not to grimace, but at least she doesn’t hand it back to him.

‘How are you feeling?’ He asks quietly.

She shrugs.

‘Do you need anything?’

She shakes her head.

‘...Do you want to go upstairs?’

No response.

Jean sighs, shifting against the uncomfortable cement. Chloe has shut down, and he’s not sure how to pull her back. He decides to try to appeal to two major parts of Chloe’s personality: being curious and judgemental.

‘You know, some of the nightmares that appeared were quite scary. Giant monsters, horrifying entities. Makes mine seem rather ridiculous.’ He says casually. Chloe fiddles with Mr Cuddly for a moment, before glancing at him, waiting for him to continue. ‘When I was younger, I went on a trip to America with my family. It was supposed to be a holiday, but I did not enjoy it much. Not long after we arrived, I tried to pat a racoon and got scratched. I ended up getting rabies. Then at a rest stop I sat on a rock and a rattlesnake was under it. It bit me. I spent a fair amount of time in hospitals on that trip.’ A tiny quirk of a smile was peeking through Chloe’s cloudy expression. So Jean continues his self-deprecating story.

‘Then on a hike in a national park, we saw a moose. Do you have any idea how big a moose is?’ He asks, and Chloe shakes her head. ‘I thought it would be as big as a horse. It wasn’t. It was the size of a small truck. I was so startled that I fell backwards into a stream. The water was freezing.’ There it was, a real smile. ‘So I have never liked the American wildlife. And after that trip I had nightmares about them. And apparently Hawkmoth’s akuma could not decide which animal I was more afraid of. So it decided to combine them. I can tell you, I never imagined a moose-racoon-snake amalgamation could look so absurd.’

Chloe snorts, covering her mouth with her hand as she giggles. ‘What did it even look like?’

‘It had the body of a racoon, the tail and fans of a snake, and the head and horns of a moose. It was also at least ten feet tall and destroyed the front desk.’

Chloe shakes her head as she laughs. ‘I’m sorry, it sounds horrifying.’

‘Then why are you laughing?’ Jean asks, though he’s smiling.

‘Because it’s utterly ridiculous!’ Chloe cries out, and Jean rolls his eyes.

‘Yes, well, Pierre was being chased by a gang of furbies and Ruby was stuck in her horrible teenage fashion choices, so it wasn’t even the most ridiculous nightmare of the night.’ Jean says and they both laugh.

Chloe sighs, some of the tension she’s been holding in herself easing, though her face is still tear stained. She holds Mr Cuddly to her chest. ‘Jean? Do you think… we could go upstairs?’

‘I think that would be a good idea. We can take the employees elevator so we don’t have to go through the lobby.’ He says, and Chloe nods, blushing as she runs a hand through her messy hair. ‘And maybe we can order some hot chocolate from room service, hm?’

‘Okay.’ Chloe agrees, and they both get to their feet and stretch out their cramped muscles. Chloe doesn’t say anything as they leave the laundry room, or as he guides her past the staring staff towards the elevator. The doors close and they are left with only the sound of gentle, monotonous music as the elevator climbs up. But when they are nearly at her floor, Chloe clears her throat. ‘Um, Jean Marcel?’

‘Yes?’

‘Thank you.’ She whispers. She’s not looking at him, and her ears have turned red, but Jean feels his heart warm.

‘You’re welcome, Chloe.’

#maybeequeen2022 #my fic #my post #chloe bourgeois #butler jean #mlb #miraculous ladybug #sandboy #my fics

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tsuki-chibi · 2 years

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MayBee Queen 2022 Day 29: Forgiven

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The morning of Chloé’s birthday dawned grey and dreary and drizzly, which was perfectly on par with Chloé’s mood. She watched the rain through her balcony doors for a little while, sitting on the edge of her bed. Last year she had gone through the effort of planning a party for herself. This year, she hadn’t bothered. No one would care, or even remember, aside from a couple of people. So what was the point?

“Happy birthday to me,” she muttered under her breath, getting up. She got dressed in her favorite outfit, but even the warm yellow of her cardigan failed to cheer her up. She sighed and grabbed her backpack, walking over to the door just as there was a knock.

“Happy Birthday, Mademoiselle,” Butler Jean said as she opened up the door. He gave her a kind smile, to which Chloé mustered up a smile in return.

“Thanks.”

“Your father sends his regrets that he couldn’t be here this morning,” Butler Jean added in a way that was almost too casual. Chloé immediately knew that he was lying. The mayor probably hadn’t even remembered that it was her birthday. Anything that her father did for her today would only happen because their butler had pointedly reminded him to do it.

“Right. Of course,” Chloé said, deciding not to call Butler Jean out on his lie. She walked past him and went to the elevator, not wanting to hear anything else about what her father had supposedly done.

It was still raining when Chloé got outside, and she kind of regretted not grabbing an umbrella. All the same, getting wet fit her current mood. She started the walk towards their school, not paying much attention to what was happening around her. Which was why she was shocked as all hell when Chat Noir suddenly jumped down in front of her.

“Hey!” he chirped right in Chloé’s face.

“Shit!” Chloé stopped just short of running into him and ended up jumping back, her heart thudding. Chat just grinned wider, looking far too pleased with himself. For a cat, he didn’t seem to mind the fact that he was getting soaked.

“Good morning!” Chat said.

“What the hell?” Chloé said back. “You almost gave me a heart attack.”

Chat smirked. “You looked sad. I thought a surprise might cheer you up.”

Chloé raised an eyebrow. “And why would seeing you cheer me up?” she asked skeptically.

“You’ll have to come with me if you wanna find out.” Chat held a hand out to her. Chloé eyed him for a moment, wondering if this was a prank. Chat did seem like the type.

He wiggled his fingers expectantly.

She sighed again and gave in, putting her hand in his. Chat pulled her close, letting go of her hand to slide a secure arm around his waist. He took out his baton with the other, and Chloé tensed in preparation for the ground to fall away from them. She bit her lip so hard it hurt and refused to squeak when it happened, the baton shooting them several miles into the air in a blink.

“Got her!” Chat sang out as they dropped down onto the roof of a building, and Chloé looked up in absolute shock to see Ladybug was there.

“Yeah, I saw. I said to get her, not to give her a heart attack,” Ladybug said dryly, flicking a few strands of wet hair out of her face.

Chat shrugged, letting go of Chloé. “Po-tay-to, po-tah-to.”

Ladybug sighed and rolled her eyes before turning to Chloé. “Happy Birthday.”

Chloé just stared at her, shocked that Ladybug even knew it was her birthday.

“I know you’re probably on your way to school, but I didn’t want to wait to give you your present,” Ladybug continued. Chat drew closer to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, smile stretching from ear-to-ear. Chloé looked between the two of them suspiciously, trying to figure out what was happening.

“My… present?” Chloé said finally when it seemed obvious that they were waiting for her to speak, and Ladybug smiled.

It was the first time she had ever smiled at Chloé like that, soft and kind of gentle.

“You’re forgiven, Chloé,” Ladybug said, holding her hand out. The Bee miraculous was nestled in her palm. “And we want you back as part of the team.”

#miraculous ladybug #chloe bourgeois #butler jean #ladybug #chat noir #maybeequeen2022

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