#coccinelle answers

[inkblot22]

The Same As Always

So I can already hear it. If I'm so scared of Rook, why am I always writing about him? That's because fear makes me nut, and I'm horny on side (this is not my main blog lmao) Also I'm so sorry, I cannot remember who made this divider since I downloaded it a few years ago, so if it's yours please let me know and I will credit you! This is kind of a reimagining of events based on that very loose series I have floating around on my page (He Begs Not For Petulance) so I hope it comes across as well as those.

Who is this fic for? I tried to keep it very gender-neutral, so hopefully anyone who can handle it. I apologize, since Rook does use the masculine version of most pet names in this (cheri instead of cherie, etc) but it's less feminizing than him referring to the reader as "ma biche" or "ma coccinelle", so that's just how that goes. It is a shame, but I also stayed away from "mon nounours" because that is also a bit too gendered. Very cute, though.

Anyways, this fic is DEAD DOVE, DO NOT EAT. It's not as dark as my usual stuff, but that's not saying much. TW for noncon (touching and sa), knifeplay, blood, head injuries (accidental), captivity, and yandere. Also rusty, probably incorrect French and Rook Hunt, of course. I don't add translations because I feel like if the reader doesn't know all or any of what he's saying, it adds to the creep factor.

You don’t like it here. You think you don’t, at least. It’s hard to explain.

It’s winter, it has been for far too long. Maybe you’ve been here for a bit too long as well. It’s hard to keep track of time, since the sun seems to never rise wherever you are.

You can’t exactly remember how you got here. You remember the wagon. You’d needed quick travel through the mountains, but you also can’t remember where you were traveling. You remember everything going dark, waking up to see a blood-stained stone before you, feeling the warmth on your forehead and wondering where the wagon had gone. Your first thought was that you were now in a survival situation as it began to snow around you, the snowflakes dancing in the wind that found its way inside your loose clothing. You stood there for a moment, maybe, and then you started walking, and from there it all goes black. 

You can definitely remember the first time you saw him. You were lying in an unfamiliar bed, something snug around your forehead. A candle cast a warm, quiet light into the room, and it burned through your eyelids, your vision a murky orange-pink until you opened your eyes and came face to face with… him.

Flaxen hair, a soft smile as he reached forward to caress your cheek, and most of all, those intense jade eyes. You jumped and immediately felt woozy, but you were confused enough to pay that little mind.

The man shushed you, gently pulling you back into a relaxed position and cooing at you as though you were a small child, “Ah-ah, fear not, mon cheri, you are no longer in death’s grasp. Do you remember your name or how you’ve gotten here?”

You couldn’t answer him at first. His eyes narrowed, the rest of his face still a pleasant mask, and he eased you onto your back, your head against the pillow.

“Fret not, mon petit. How about I tell you my name, and then you can decide if you’d like to tell me yours?” His voice was quiet when he spoke to you, and you noticed that there was a large knife sheath snug on his thigh.

You were still bewildered. You couldn’t connect any of the dots that had led you to this moment, and it was making your heart beat a bit too fast for your liking. The stranger smiled wider and squeezed your trembling hand.

“Je m’appelle Rook Hunt, le chasseur d’amour. I found you wandering aimlessly in this forest, the life pouring from your head like a faucet. You passed out in my arms, and brought you here.”

You didn’t remember wandering around. You could remember getting up, but you didn’t remember wandering around. Your hand comes up to your forehead, the soft bandages rubbing against your fingertips. When you looked back at Rook, you tried to figure out what you should say. Your tongue felt thick in your mouth.

“I… I’m kinda thirsty.”

Rook smiled ever wider and stood, and you got the chance to look around a bit more. You seemed to be in a small log cabin, the bed in a sort of nook, away from the rest of the cabin. You could see Rook from where you were, his back facing you as he poured you a cup of water. The kitchen area was open, but small, a table with three chairs right next to it, and you could sort of see a pretty ornate looking rug, but as you were looking at it, Rook returned and helped you into a seated position.

He held the cup for you as you drank. When you finished, he placed the cup on the table and stroked your cheek, still smiling. His actions towards you were awfully familiar, as though you were old friends or something.

“Where am I?”

“A little cabin in the woods.” Rook didn’t remove his hand from your cheek. His gloved thumb was so gentle against your cheek. “Why don’t you get some rest? You lost quite a bit of blood, cheri.”

You did feel tired… and even though you were confused, it was almost as though a spell was cast on you, lulling you back to sleep.

You’re almost certain you don’t like it here. Although he never said anything to you about it, it became somewhat clear that you couldn’t leave once you felt well enough to move around again. At least you were moving, though.

It was also at this point that Rook began leaving the cabin often. It left you bored, not that his form of entertainment was a good one, and you started cooking to alleviate that boredom. You couldn’t really recall if you were good at it before, but you were decent enough to make basic stuff, so you did. For some reason, Rook had an icebox, not a refrigerator. You didn’t know what it was at first, and you felt like it was rude to open random cabinets in a strange man’s cabin, so you left it alone until he informed you that there were usually fresh vegetables inside.

You’d sit next to the potbelly stove and sip tea as you stared out the window at the snow. This winter was going on for far too long, and it always seemed to be dark here, but you didn’t know where “here” was.

Rook would stomp back in, snow caked along the feather in his hat and melting off the brim, and he’d cast you a smile before swishing into the basement. When he’d return, he’d guide you back to the bed and sit at the table himself, writing furiously… until recently.

Last night, he’d led you back to the bed after checking your wound and changing the bandage, but instead of taking a seat at the table and writing, he slipped into the bed beside you. You didn’t know it at the time, but this would be the precedent for the rest of your life.

“What are you doing-”

“Shh, shh. Relax, cheri. I will recite a poem for you.” He curled his arms around you, holding your aching head to his chest as he whispered.

“What?” You were fatigued, still recovering from your injury, but you struggled to break out of his hold anyway.

He shushed you again, his deceptively slim arms keeping you immobile, and then he began to speak, quiet and steady, “My darling is silent. Quiet as the night.”

“R-Rook…”

He continued speaking as though you hadn’t said anything at all, “Mon orilles sont pauvres faute de sa douce voix.

As I look at that sweet face,

Beautiful as a flower, as the moon, as the blood in our veins,

Je me sens seule dans ma peau.”

You… are not amazing at French. A small English to French dictionary was left on the table whenever Rook left, but reading made your head swim, pangs of pain so bad that you had to rest immediately. But, from what little you understood, the man who had saved you from a cold death outside seemed to have something worse planned for you, if you were in fact this “darling” he spoke of.

You definitely do not like it here. You’d made the mistake of pushing Rook’s increasing affections away every chance you got, resulting in him reading your reluctance to be around him as hostility. You’d gone to cut some vegetables and found that all the knives were replaced with children’s safety cutlery. While you could very well still cause damage with them, you couldn’t do anything life-threatening without a lot of effort and no fighting back. The serrated plastic edges were only good for cutting through the flesh of fruits and tender meats, and the rounded tips meant you couldn’t really pierce anything.You couldn’t even skin a fish that Rook came back with, he did it with his hunting knife after watching you struggle for an irritatingly long time.

And then there’s the cellar. You had taken a nap after trying to read and woken up, the sky dark as usual and a terrifying grinding, clunking noise coming up from the basement. You felt like you needed to hide, so you did. You crawled under the bed and waited, the basement door flying open and a few more candles getting lit echoing as the grinding noise- the sound of something big and heavy being dragged- moved further back towards the area of the cabin that you didn’t go in usually. There wasn’t much over there except for a wardrobe, and you didn’t like opening cabinets here. It stopped being about politeness a while ago, and had turned into the fear of finding something you didn’t like.

When you heard the front door open and close, felt the frigid rush of air that entered the cabin, you felt like you were frozen as well. You couldn’t move as you heard the sound of water being poured, and you worried for a while that you would start to feel the wooden floor beneath you grow cold and wet. Instead of wet floors, however, you saw Rook’s feet- you could only tell because of the freckle that peeps over his sock on his left leg and the fine blond hairs prickling from his skin- in your narrow window of vision from where you were cowering.

“Cheri… come out from under there.” 

You did, but you did so slowly. As soon as you were no longer under the bed, Rook pulled you to your feet and looked at your face. He’d never made such a serious expression before, not that you’d seen, and it made you feel a bit panicked.

“R-Rook, what was all that noise?”

His face smoothed and he let go of you, then he waved towards the dark corner of the cabin.

“I’ve run a bath. The water is warm, lapin, so you’d best get in before it cools.”

You did feel grimy, and since you were okay with standing and walking around for longer periods of time now, as compared to the first few weeks you were here, you jumped at the prospect of getting clean. You quickly undressed, knowing it was dark enough that Rook probably couldn’t see you, and climbed into the warm water. You couldn’t see if there was any soap, but as you were squinting into the darkness, kneeling in the tub as you leaned forward over the side, you felt something brush against your back. When you turned around, you shrieked like an owl and had a very intense internal dilemma.

Rook was seated in the tub behind you, or in front of you now, since you were facing him. He produced a bar of soap and began washing himself, dipping his head under the water so he could wash his hair as well. You couldn’t help but blankly stare at him, eyes wide as he acted so casual. This had been a problem for a while, actually, but never so severe as this. Rook was overly familiar with you, he touched you as though you had been married or were close friends, and apparently now he thought it was fine for you to share a bath. His eyes met yours in the dark corner, and he possibly smirked. You couldn’t quite see, but you could hear it in his voice.

“Ah, mon cher, did you need the soap? But you can’t see very well, can you? Come and let me wash your supple skin.”

A moment before he said that, you were debating if you should get out of the tub or something. You couldn’t tell if it’d be better to be ogled as you dressed or if staying under the water would give you a bit more modesty. After he said that, his arms reaching for you, you began to stand up. Although it was dark, you still saw his eyes flash, saw a slight movement in his wrist, and you were brought to your knees. It felt as though vines were wrapped around you, and you tilted forwards into your captor’s chest as your balance failed you in the dark water of the tub.

This man was a mage. You didn’t think you’d ever met one before, but you couldn’t remember. You wailed and begged for him to let you go as he began to gently wash you, but he simply shushed you and pressed a kiss to the crown of your head.

You absolutely hate it here. As you chopped carrots for the stew you had decided to make, you wondered where you were from or where you were going, and hoped someone knew you had never shown up and was looking for you. You didn’t think that was the case, however.

“That does smell divine, trickster.” Rook said, walking up the stairs from the basement, “Et vous êtes terriblement mignonne, portant ce petit tablier adorable et préparant le dîner…”

“I can’t cut the meat well with this. Can I have an actual knife, please?”

Rook didn’t answer, leaning against the wall and watching as you chopped the carrots with some difficulty. He looked pleased, though whether it was with you or the situation remained to be known. When he finally pushed off of the wall, he wrapped one arm around your front, burying his face in your hair as his other hand slid down your thigh.

“Get off of me!” You tried to slash his arm with the knife, but it barely even scratched his skin, and the hand that was resting on your waist came up to crush your dominant hand so you’d drop the knife.

Panic spiked through your veins as he slipped his hand up your leg so he could slide it in the waistband of the pants you were wearing. His hand that was crushing yours lowered to hold your wrist against the counter.

You’d never tried this before, but when his lips pressed against your neck, you felt your breath hitch and you let out a desperate cry for help. 

Rook laughed in response and nipped your neck, his teeth pinching your skin between them. His hand in your waistband smoothed down your pelvis to gently massage your sex, and you screamed again, thrashing and flailing so he would let you go.

Despite him never quite showing this side of him to you before, Rook was something of a strategist. As far as you could tell, it hadn’t been that long since you’d gotten here, if your head injury was anything to measure time by.  

“Relax, ma crevette. You are still recovering, no? Allow this lowly hunter to take care of your body.”

Your head hurt and you felt dizzy as he stoked your arousal. A disconnect between your mind and body grew into a chasm and you began to bawl as a pressure built up in your core. Your head was spinning, it felt as though your brain was throbbing, and you shuddered and wept as Rook peppered kisses on your cheek. He had you pressed solidly against the counter, his body keeping you more or less still. His breath was hot on your skin, and you felt like you were in hell.

“Come, trickster. The soup can wait. Je dois t'avoir.”

“No!”

Rook paid you little heed as he dragged you backwards towards the bed, and while you were expecting him to just throw you onto it before he assaulted you, he gently swept you off of your feet and laid you down. That was where his mercy ended, however, if it could even be called mercy here. That knife that was pressed to his thigh, still warm from his skin and him doing whatever he did in the basement, was quickly unsheathed and trailed lightly up your sternum.

“Not struggling any longer, mon petit lapin? I’m glad to see you’ve come to your senses.” His blade slid back down and he used a finger to help hook it under the hem of your shirt, cutting through the fabric as though it was nothing, “And I am sure you must be confused, but a little… exercise is good for your condition.”

You wanted to vomit, but Rook’s gloved hand cupped your chin. His knife felt cold against your now bare skin, and your breath hitched as you sucked in and held it, your eyes looking down at where Rook had his knife.

One of his leather-covered fingers tapped your cheek, and you looked back up at him. He smiled sweetly and sat up a bit, his blade still pressed flat against your stomach, right over your navel. He caught the fingertip of his glove in his teeth and yanked that glove off, tossing it to the side and passing the knife to his now bare hand. As he leaned forward to hover over you once more, his knife pressed under your chin and his gloved hand slipped into your pants, shifting lower than your crotch to prod at your poor ass. You closed your legs tighter in panic, and Rook tutted at you as though you were an unruly child.

“Come now, cheri, you should relax.” He whispered, leaning closer to press a kiss against your forehead, where you’d hit your head and how you’d gotten into this whole mess. “Plus vous êtes tendu, plus la douleur est forte…”

“D-don’t do this, don’t-” Your voice sounded so shaky, and you realized that you were trembling. Every time you made the slightest movement, you could feel the sharp edge of Rook’s hunting knife against your chin.

“Open your legs, Trickster. I’m not touching you for my benefit… although your faces of bewilderment and pleasure are quite sweet.” His finger circled the tight ring of muscle around your anus and you slowly relaxed.

“Wh-why are you d-doing…?”

Rook smiled sweetly and removed his finger from your anus slowly, instead dragging your pants down your legs and relaxing his hand with the knife against your neck. When your lower half was mostly bare above the knee, he pressed two fingers into your ass and slowly massaged you from the inside, tilting his head as his face fell.

“After I graduated from NRC, I did not think I’d see your darling little form again. It was a welcome surprise… but I don’t suppose you know what I’m talking about.” He mused, reaching over your head to grab something. He opened the little bottle with one hand, the slippery liquid cold on your asshole as he resumed his gentle fingering, “You don’t remember me in the least. Do you?”

You felt so woozy and scared, but it explained so much if he knew you… but that didn’t matter. He was still a stranger to you, and one who was currently preparing to do more terrible things to you.

“Heh… I did think so.” Rook quickly unbuckled his pants and tugged them down just enough to free himself. He pulled back away from you to seat your thighs on his own, his cock slowly inching into your poor hole. His knife slid away from your neck but remained in his grip as he slowly slid his hips forward, his opposite hand holding your ass.

Your vision was white for a moment, and when it returned it was blurry. Were you crying? You could hear loud, shuddery breathing, and it took a moment for you to figure out that it was coming from you. Rook sighed peacefully, as though this was a walk in the park for him. 

“Aw… I do not enjoy harming you, trickster.” Rook murmured, his hips slowly beginning their undulating motion. He shushed your pained sounds, “This is my love for you. You’ve only grown more beautiful these past few years.”

You winced and pushed against him, your feet shifting so you could try to kick him away, and his knife came back to rest against your collarbones. His hips rocked a little faster, every pump leaving a burning stretch that only felt like it doubled over onto itself.

“Did you know? How I felt for you, how I longed for your touch all those years ago? These three on my own… they have been l'écrasement de l'âme. I’ve had far too much time to- Putain, tu n'es pas du tout détendu…” Rook wheezed and grunted, dark and low.

You felt a pit in your lower belly, and you grabbed the wrist that had the knife, your watering eyes wide as you looked up at this man who apparently knew you.

“Please, petit, you have to… fuck- you must unclench, or this will not last much longer.”

His demand was probably one of the most ridiculous things you’d heard. You couldn’t relax. He had a knife to your throat, he was rearranging your guts, and he had chosen just now to inform you that he was aware of at least a portion of your past. You made this strange whining shriek noise, and Rook’s hand holding the knife slipped ever so slightly.

It was unclear as to whether or not he did that on purpose, especially since he removed the blade from your skin and lasciviously lapped at the small cut on your collarbone, his lips trailing up to your ear.

“Préparez-vous, car je vais déposer mon amour dans votre estomac en attente.”

The sentence itself was honestly quite jarring, but Rook groaned loudly into your ear and nearly folded you in half as he came inside of your ass. It felt hot and sickly, and the musky smell of Rook’s skin and sex permeated the room. Your head panged, woozy throbs that made your stomach churn. Rook dragged his body up and gently teased your sex with his gloved fingertips, his murky green eyes glued to yours. 

“Wh-”

“Did you truly think I would not give you the same bliss you have given me?” He mumbled, “You really don’t remember me, then.”

As he pulled out of you and stroked you to your own orgasm, he smiled sadly.

"Don't worry, trickster. You will remember in time."

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #tw: dark content #tw: dark themes #tw: yandere #yandere #tw captivity #twst #tw kidnapping #dead dove fic #dead dove do not eat #tw: noncon #tw knives #knifeplay #yandere male #yandere male x reader #yandere rook hunt #tw blood #tw head injury #tw head trauma #tw rook hunt

[ticenchantedtoc]

Lumiere's sister(s) teasing him about his love life

"Tell us about him!"

"Tell us everything!"

Lumiere laughed as his little sisters, each pulling one of his sleeves, dragged him to a seat. Lainie immediately scrambled up onto the sofa with him and wiggled as close to his side as she could get.

"Come on! Come on! Come on!"

"Okay, okay!" As his laughter died down, he finally asked them, "What do you want to know?"

Her voice soft as ever, Lily spoke up, "Is he nice?"

"Of course, ma coccinelles, he is very nice. I think you'd get along with him especially." He poked her nose for emphasis, and she giggled.

"But what do you like about him?" Lainie chimed in. "Is he handsome?"

He laughed again, "Yes, ma fee, he is handsome."

"Come on, you have to tell us more than that!"

"Well, ah..." Lumiere tugged at his cravat. "He has a very cute smile."

Lorena gasped, running in from the next room. Her slippers slid on the polished floor, and she gripped the back of the sofa to keep herself from falling. "We know him, don't we!"

"What? No!"

Lainie's eyes lit up. "Who is it?"

"No one!"

"You're blushing," Fiammetta commented, never looking up from her book.

"I am not!"

Lorena hung off the back of the couch, resting her chin atop his head. "Tell ussssss—"

"I refuse!"

She pouted. "Oh fine, but at least give us a hint. Pretty please? You said you'd tell us!"

He crossed his arms. "I said I'd tell the little ones, not you."

She flicked his curlicue bangs, sending a few loose strands into his eyes and mouth. "You're no fun."

"Leave it, Lorena."

"Just one thing?"

"No."

"Okay, what about yes or no?"

"Ugh, fine!"

She sat on the arm of the sofa now, draping an arm across his shoulders. "Who flirted first?"

"That's not a yes-or-no question."

Lorena rolled her eyes. "Okay, okay. Is he anything like your last partner?"

"Oh no, not at all."

"Do you have anything in common then? Music perhaps?"

"He likes music, but he doesn't play."

She smirked. "Have you known him all that long?"

Lumiere squirmed. After a long, uncomfortable silence, he answered, "Yes. Yes I have."

Fiametta smiled behind the pages of her book. Her little brother was never subtle about his crushes, but ah well. It wasn't her place to say.

#beauty and the beast #batb 1991 #lumiere #tic fics #tic tocs #original characters #lumiworth

[plushie-sentai]

Tagged by @stickers-on-a-laptop ! Tysm!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Five! Not a lot atm but I used to write a lot on wattpad as well 😅

2. What is your AO3 word count?

11,227 words :P

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Tokusatsu! Namely Kamen Rider Build and King Ohger atm, but I also have a planned Ex-Aid fic (and some old my little pony fics I may move over from wattpad lmao)

4. What are your top five fics by Kudos?

Since I only have five, my top three are

Getting to Know the Boogeyman

Of Courtship & Coccinelles and

Red Looks Good on You

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Definitely Sento’s Wandering Mind, the whole thing is a vent piece and I heavily relate to Sento so it’s more of personal processing than anything lmao

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably Of Courtship & Coccinelles! I write most stuff with fluffy endings but that one definitively ends on a bright note

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Nope!

9. Do you write smut? If so, which kind?

I’ve written two smut pieces so far, which is a huge step for me personally for many reasons, but they’re both best match fics :3 one angst, one fun and sexy. Honestly I draw more of it than I write it lol

10. Do you write crossovers? I hate the craziest crossover you’ve ever written?

I’m not much for writing crossovers BUT the exaid fic I’ve had in the works for a while technically is one bc it’s hatsune Miku as a bugster lol

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Also no but would be neat :)

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not on AO3 but I love bouncing ideas off of people and also working on characters together, esp mine and @chilipepperconverse ‘s KR OCs :3 actually I used to co-write with friends all the time in middle school when we wrote together.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Bonkers ass question but rn my answer would probably be Bravesnipe?? But I feel like there’s definitely ones I’m crazier abt out there. Maybe sonotaro…

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Unfortunately probably the Miku exaid fic ;-; the concept is fun and cute but with some stuff I get an outline or somethin cookin and then it never sees the light of day again

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I’m pretty good at detailed descriptions and visuals. I’m much more an artist than a writer, so I’ve spoken before about how I view my stories like written descriptions of story boards, and I absolutely love to try and paint a picture with my words.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

In my actual writing I’m unsure and would love to hear any feedback, but for me it’s actually just GETTINg myself to write. It takes a lot of mental energy to start the task and I can never really make myself do it, it’s only when I’m in a rare and intense mood for writing somethin that I’ve got a REALLY solid idea on. That’s mostly why I’ve got so few fics. I have more ideas, but it’s difficult to get myself to a point with any of them where I’ll actually write any of it out lol

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Personally I think it’s neat when other people do it, but unless it’s French I probably never will. Even then I’d be so nervous about getting it wrong I’d probably find some kinda work around

19. First fandom you wrote for?

On AO3 it’s King Ohger, but in reality…. Oh boy. Warriors fanfic abt my sonas when I was like 10? Outside of OCs my first canon-aligned fanfic was probably one of the my little pony ones on wattpad. I did mostly original character stuff when I wrote frequently as a tween so I guess I didn’t start with fanfic until like a year or two ago.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

I only have a few so I’m proud of them all for different reasons, but I think Sento’s Wandering Mind is one that I’m particularly fond of even tho it didn’t do as well as the others. It’s conceptually something I’ve been trying to put into words for a long time, and it was my first foray into writing anything REMOTELY sexual, which was a huge jump for me that I’m very proud of as a person who previously struggled a lot more with “catholic shame” if I had to put a word to it. It’s kinda a heavy read and isn’t perfect, but the fact that it’s out in the world is important to me and I’m happy with it. Hope you all enjoy!!

Tagging @chilipepperconverse and @cantarella-rose and anyone else who’d like to participate! :3

#tiny warbles #archive of our own #update btw: I did decide to add those mlp fics to my ao3 as well so now I have two more!

[understandingbimbos]

One thing that's hard not to notice (yet went unnoticed by me for a fairly long time) is that a lot of bimbofication, bimbo transformation art, writing, etc -- is MtF. There's also an overlap with "sissyfication," and a lot of bimbo TF writers and artists are actually trans women. Even quite a few of the bimbo sex workers I follow online are trans. And while I've been unable to find a definite source for this (and aren't multilingual), according to @bitter69uk, when Lolo Ferrari got all her surgeries it was an attempt to resemble Coccinelle (AKA Jacqueline Charlotte Dufresnoy) -- a transgender French actress, cabaret star, activist, and media sensation. I've also read at least one account from a self ID'd bimbo discussing how this fetish served as a sort of gateway to her trans realization.

There are obvious conclusions that can be drawn, really, assumptions that can be made. But as a cis man these aren't my assumptions to make. And I wouldn't be comfortable making them anyway. Research is a little more definite because its research but regarding this topic I wouldn't even know where to begin. The one thing I do know is that this association seems to have existed from very early on, going as far back to the bimbofication Yahoo groups. I did see a post on here saying bimbofication is "deeply tied to fetishisation of trans women (or transmisogynistic constructions)," and that could be true, but considering how many trans women have actively contributed to or participate in this fetish is that, maybe, a bit misleading? I don't know. I can't answer that question, but what I do know is that this fetish can't be properly or fully discussed without acknowledging the influence of trans women, or perhaps the confluence, that exists.

#i hope this is written respectfully #coccinelle #lolo ferrari #jacqueline charlotte dufresnoy #yahoo groups #understandingbimbos #bimboification #bimboization #transmisogyny

[coccinelle-et-chaton]

do you think it would be sadder if marinette died and adrien was alone again or if chat noir died pre reveal and marinette had to live with the fact that she never realized she loved him and now it’s too late?

you brought this upon yourself my friend

well well well but if it isn't the consequences of my own actions 😃

tell you what. They're slightly different brands of sad.

The "marinette dies and adrien spends his life alone" scenario is something i'm very acquainted with and we've explored quite a few times 😌and as we've discussed, it would be a rather tragic end for Adrien because he doesn't enjoy the same emotional support network than Marinette. If you add the fact that Marinette likely dies at the hands of Hawkmoth, you can still count on the fact of his life falling apart to cause some extra damage.

But Chat Noir dying pre-reveal and having Marinette realize how much she loved him after his death is so deliciously angsty.

Like, I mean just consider a) the grieving process marinette would have to go through b) the realization that she loved chat c) the conciliation that chat was actually adrien.

I just-

can you imagine the trauma and the despair? I just hope Hawkmoth would be defeated by then because Marinette's akuma would give Chat Blanc a run for his money.

And let me tell you another reason why I think this second scenario might be sadder: Adrien angst is really easy to come up with because you just have to exaggerate a little bit on what's already there. It's not hard to imagine him becoming some sort of hermit, or being unable to move on from her death and then tragically live out his life completely alone.

But Marinette? Can you imagine her going down the same path? No, because you say 'no, but her parents and her friends would help her'. But chances are that still wouldn't be enough. There's a very high possibility Marinette would go down a similar path as Adrien if he were the one to die.

She would be torn between giving the box back to Su Han and keeping it because the last thing she has of Adrien is his memory. And as much as it torments her, she clings to it because she loves him and will always love him. Besides, what is she to choose? Live a life where none of this happened? An easy life, a happy life? Or live in perpetual suffering but knowing that for the briefest moment, she walked the same earth as her soulmate?

#i loved this ask sketchy #and you are in luck my friend because i am too tired to give this a proper spin but tomorrow is a new day 😃 #coccinelle answers #sketchy panda #ml headcanon #ml angst #miraculous ladybug #the nell tag #tw: character death #tw: death

[mlb-ya-au]

Supermodel. Eligible bachelor. Household name. All words to describe Paris’ favorite heartthrob, Adrien Agreste. As the son of renowned fashion designer Gabriel Agreste, Adrien has lived in the spotlight since the moment he was born. So when Master Fu chooses him to wield the Miraculous of the Cat, he has no trouble adjusting to his immediate rise in fame as Paris’ new hero, Chat Noir. Although he could also be referred to as The First Hero of Paris, Chat Noir prefers to defer to Coccinelle and act instead as her right hand arm… man.

Not much is known about Adrien’s life outside of his work, seeing as he and his father rarely share anything with the press or make public appearances. It’s thus a shock to all of France when the young model suddenly begins publicly attending college. School work, modeling, and saving Paris? Adrien’s got his work cut out for him if he wants to live a normal life!

CHAT NOIR

Ability: Cataclysm, an aura of destruction contained in his hand. He seems to be able to control how bad the destruction is, from full disintegration to cracking to pieces. 

Adrien my beloved...When it came to designing Adrien himself, I wanted to stick with a darker palette. No offense to his white shirt, but I wanted a layered look so it’s underneath now. I kept the same stripes though. Also, darker jeans because the bright blue....nah. The necklace is hidden by his hand but it has a birth stone at the end of it! (Not his own however, possibly the one of a gone family member.) For his hair, it’s pretty much just shorter on the bottom, nothing too crazy. Also since he’s such a fashionable guy, gave him a nice watch to keep track of his father’s schedule- and some stud earrings! Oh, and there’s a cane? Tbh it was a last minute addition when Nova and I remembered beta Adrien/chat’s cane and it ended up working with the story Nova made! It’s nothing too flashy, I think Gabriel picked out the sleek subtle design on purpose. I kept him with a slim physique, toned but lean, I think that’s a model thing.

Chat noir my other beloved...Tbh I think Chat Noir has a great canon design the only problem is that Adrien is 15. The aesthetic behind it made 13 year old me go crazy when the show first started but growing up I was just like....that’s a baby in leather gross. So, now that I aged him up, I think the costume is less disturbing lol. I kept the same look, with just an additional black shade to add some variety. Also put some green in! Gave him green beans, I think they’re cute and show the Adrien aspect in the “sexy” Chat design. The popped collar...totally stole it from the PV.

Fun fact! I dislike the PV! A lot. It’s so 2000′s anime in the worst way imo, but they popped off with the Chat design I love it. So I stole the popped collar and added a choker, Adrien is going all out on his free look lmao. I kept his shaggy hair, maybe a bit longer? Or more...I don’t know how to describe it lol. I love a bleach blonde look and I think it contrasts nicely with the black suit.

And that’s Adrien/Chat!! He’s always been a favorite even through his stupid, stupid, STUPID moments... He was a delight to tweak and I’m very happy with him! I can’t wait to draw some cute Chat Noirs! - Mod Cooper

#chat noir #miraculous chat noir #miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir #miraculous ladybug #mlb fandom #MLB #miraculous fandom #miraculous au #miraculous #miraculous fanworks #miraculous coccinelle #miraculous fanart #miraculous lb #Mod Cooper 🐞 #Mod Nova 🐾 #Christ. Mod Cooper has a way with drawing men. love the frikcnejndn sn toebeANS.... #anyway REALLY excited to share his origin story in the next ficlet! Hopefully explain a few things that stand out in this image cough cough* #though if you reaaally wanna make sure your questions get answered don't hesitate to leave an ask! - Mod Nova <3 #chat really said he's coccinelle's silly rabbit #and thank u nova I love drawing men and i'm not afraid to say it #i ADORE these snippets nova writes #she's so good at quickly capturing these characters and leaving little moments of intrigue #i hope yall like chat! - Mod Cooper #adrien agreste

[yeet-noir]

I wanna hear your thoughts about Truth :D

Oh boy do I have thoughts.

Overall I really enjoyed the episode and cannot wait for Lies which is the episode that corresponds with this one. There is two things about this episode that stands out which is the implications of where the ladynoir dynamic is and where it’s going and Luka’s arc. To spare a long post I’m just gonna talk about Luka, but if anybody wants to me to write about the other I will haha

I want to start off that some who follow me might know that Luka is not my favorite character (I sometimes make it very obvious and sometimes not lol but lets be real it’s more like the former) and Lukanette is a ship that I am very adverse to because of how the salty side of the fandom tainted those concepts so that’s my disclaimer in case somebody doesn’t like those perspectives haha. 

HOWEVER, this episode offered me some of what was missing with Luka which was more depth. I know people say that Luka does have a personality and character, but to me it has just been he exists because of Marinette and he has nothing else to offer. And I wanted him to offer more I was intrigued by his introduction in Captain Hardrock, but the rest of the episodes he was in he was just so flat. This episode was a bit of a game changer for him because it stepped out of that pattern a bit more. 

So of course the episode starts with Luka being with Marinette. Makes sense they got together at the end of season 3. It was the same he was just too okay with being forgotten and was just waiting around for Marinette. When he was akumatized because of being hurt from Marinette it was very understandable. I felt bad for him because he was being stood up constantly and no I do not think Marinette is a bad person. 

The episode shifted though when it unraveled his insecurity about his absent father of who he didn’t know the identity of. We got to see more about a personal struggle of his and how that possibly contributes to how he views relationships. The fact that he went to look for Marinette, but ended up probing her friends and family who gave him the same answer and he was not surprised that his girlfriend loved another man and showed no bother was interesting, but I wished he cared just a bit more. Aside from that he sought out his father after his mom told him who it was. That was a nice scene because it showed us there was other important answers he wants to inquire that is more personal.  

His akuma had an interesting design and I enjoyed how he worked with the sentimonster which was still a relatively new concept for us. It is interesting how both times Luka was akumatized it made Ladybug struggle with her voice and what she can (or cannot) say and it made Chat Noir step up in leading the strategy.  

So overall with the plot of this episode it was good. I enjoyed we got more of Luka, but I still think there is plenty of growth needed for him outside of Marinette still. While I don’t like lukanette, I am shocked it ended so soon and I personally think it could have stayed a bit longer just cause season 3 really built up the love rivals only to take them down right away. But it is a show about the love square so it’s understandable. It is silly that Luka once again said he will wait for Marinette so I am hoping that later on Luka comes to the realization that he has to move on. 

Hopefully that was cohesive enough and I have many more things about this episode, but to me that was one of the biggest takeaways. Thanks for asking!!

#coccinelle-et-chaton #luka couffaine #miraculous ladybug #truth #ml truth spoilers #ml spoilers #answered

[captorsicallfriends]

💜🌈🌈💜Send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome (I know you’re awesome already) 💙💙

DFSGETHAFTQYTW COCCINELLE TYSM RIGHT BACK AT YA

imma tag people instead of sending it to them bc i cbs

@vanini-head @queerymiracle @klutzyfox @zzer0gravity @holding-infinity-and-a-book @that-geeky-dude @mseducation @ohyoumeanher @girlfriendawsten @glittering-galaxy-grapes @a-drienette @angelofthequeers @hershi8 @miraculouslycool @justadreamyhufflepuff @jesse-messy @whythefuckdoiexist @wysteriatheshipper and just all my followers and any mutuals i forgot (so sorry)

#diya answers #coccinelle <3

[marinettas]

16, 17, 26 :D

16. What’s your favorite fanfic?

i'm not too sure, but anything by @rosekasa is really good! especially her series about ladynoir in hotel rooms, etc. elissa and i have also been invested in all that's left by sammyjames! so that's definitely a favorite

17. What’s your favorite AU?

oh goodness, i kind of fell off AUs so i don't really know what's around anymore. i'm really loving the bakery enemies by @buggachat and pate a choux by @aerequets (which finished i'm pretty sure but it was great!) :) i really need to catch up on AUs though haha i've been behind

26. Ladybug or Chat Noir?

is both allowed? this is like trying to choose a favorite child

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thank you sm for the ask, ily and i love your blog too! it's always great seeing you on my dash <3

ml ask game!

#ask games #coccinelle-et-chaton #answered

[nerdasaurus1200]

Ghost Bug AU: Reflekdoll, Oblivio, Desperada...

Reflekdoll is even harder for Marie and Tentomushi than Heroes Day was. This is everyone’s concrete solid proof that there is a new Peacock holder out there, and they are working with Hawkmoth. It’s also a little chaotic working with Mister Bug. But on the bright side, Adrien finally knows who Ladybug is muttering to all the time. The night after the battle, Marie and Tento confide in their Black Cats about Mayura.

Oblivio- The Bugs are fangirling over their baby bug’s interactions with her Black Cat. It takes most of them back down memory lane. The Oracle knew all along they’d have their memories of Oblivio erased, but chose not to say anything.

Desperada- The Oracle has a vision of Aspik’s faliures. She warns Ladybug, but she’s to lovesick to listen. She tries to warn Adrien as well, but he ignores her and tries to prove her wrong, which leads to the 25, 913 loops. She has a couple more visions at the end. When asked about it, she simply smiles and tells the Bugs the same thing she told Aspik “You can’t escape your destiny.”

#miraculous ladybug #nerd answers #ghost bug au #reflekdoll #oblivio #desperada #ladybug #adrien agreste #mister bug #aspik #marie dupain #la coccinelle #oracle of khepri #tentomushi #past holders

[gentil-minou]

this is still in the very early planning stages but me and @coccinelle-et-chaton were trying to come up with ways we as a fandom could raise money for ukraine and we came up with one idea:

a fundraising event, where folks could make donations and in return get something like a small commission from an artist or writer they love? idk if it would work or anything like that but would folks be willing to participate and sign up as an artist/writer or make a donation?

EDIT:

Thanks for responding and showing you're interested guys! We're going to be setting up an application + a blog in the coming days! So stay tuned!

UPDATE 3/3:

Very early beginnings of the blog here!

Again, we are still getting up and running so not able to answer any questions with concrete answers as of yet so the askbox is closed. This is mostly if people want to give us a follow so they can know what's going on.

#again super early stages #idk if this is even allowed with money and what not but if it's not for profit surely it can be? #miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #ukraine #signal boost

[emsylcatac]

Hello!

I'm wondering about your thoughts about Ladybug's hero name. I see a lot of posts saying it's unimaginative compared to other heroes', so I'm wondering how a native French speaker feels about it.

I feel like most people only view it as such because ladybug is an English word and most of them watch it in English.

I wonder if in French it would be seen more as cool since it's a foreign word (I'm not a native eng or French speaker but I think that's how it would be seen in my country if a hero had a foreign name - well these day's probably not since everyone's kind of tired of English being everywhere) or is it just neutral and not something you really think about.

If other native French speakers want to share their view please do, I would love to hear it.

(Feel free to ignore if this has been already discussed in your blog, I might have just failed to see it)

Hope you have a lovely day!

Hey there!

This discourse about her name being unimaginative is so funny to me considering heroes in general are called stuffs like Superman, Batman, Spiderman, Ironman, whatshispowerman, etc 😂

I personally think it's perfect because of the "Lady" in it, it sounds inspired by famous superheroes but it's with "lady" which is more classy than "woman" (like Wonderwoman and whatnot), so it's a nice wink to it will still being its own thing, you know?

Plus Chat Noir is literally called "Black Cat" and Papillon "Butterfly", I'm sorry but how is this more original than Ladybug haha, so maybe you're right and those who think Ladybug is unoriginal is because they see it in English while Chat Noir is in French so it sounds different and cool to them (and Papillon got an name in English that sounds edgier than Butterfly)

To tell you the truth, when I first saw my siblings watching the show on TV back in S1 I thought it was a very stupid looking show and that the heroes names were so dumb and unoriginal. So that was my first feeling of it, until my siblings were like "well cause Superman or Spiderman sure is better" and I went like "ok you have a point". Now I'm totally used to it and I wouldn't see them with any other name, you know?

I haven't heard French people being annoyed by Ladybug's name being in English, I think we all kinda like it cause it fits the pun with "lady" really well! While "Coccinelle" wouldn't really have a pun or anything. Also we can hear Chat Noir saying her name in a stupidly cute French accent all the time then, with "Lédibeugue!!" (or idk how you'd spell his pronounciation in English, maybe "laydeebeug"? idk haha)

Hope I answered your question! Have a nice day/evening!

#ask #anon #ladybug

[taulun]

Okay I found your blog like 10 mins ago and already love love love everything about it but seeing as it's like 5 am and I haven't slept yet and am very near brain dead at this point, I feel it be easier to ask and read the answer in the morning than suffer through my forming migraine (even thought it'd be totally worth it to stare at more of your amazing art). Why is Marinette coccinelle instead of Ladybug? I like the idea and your designs are amazing but I'm really curious as to what made you decide to change it.

hello! thank you, i'm so happy you like my content <3 also, taking this from one of my first posts on this AU: Ladybug decided to call herself Coccinelle when she turned 20 years old since “Ladybug” is too English, and she’s patriotic. YEP, that's my explanation. Plus, Coccinelle sounds prettier imo :D you can see this post here: Coccinelle

#miraculous ladybug

[coccinelle-et-chaton]

Okay but watch miracle queen at the end look AT THE WAY master fu is looking at her ( can not spell her name) , it is THE exact same look adrien gave mari in the new ep afgvjffxhjvthvf eith bubbles

you know what? EXCELLENT ADDITION ANON, TRULY EXCELLENT

You mean this scene?

Thank you, anon! I knew I had seen it somewhere, that the bubbles don’t always appear on the crushee, but also the crusher and couldn't remember exactly where. You've done a huge service to this theory haha

ahfakhakghak those ARE Adrien’s bubbles then!!!

#ml spoilers #team those are adrien's bubbles your honor #coccinelle answers #anon: you 🤝having a huge genius brain #ml season 4 #miraculous ladybug season 4 #ml s4 spoilers #ml guiltrip #ml miracle queen #REVERSE👏 LOVE👏 SQUARE👏 ZAG. WHEN

[post-reveal-revelry]

So, you want to know more about Post-Reveal Revelry, huh? You’ve come to the right place!

WHAT is it? A month-long Miraculous fandom event to answer one question. “What happens after the reveal?”

WHEN is it? All of March!

WHY are you doing this?  Most stories I’ve read are about Marinette and Adrien finding out each others’ identities. There are very few about what happens next, which a travesty but also a well of untapped potential!

WHERE will stories and art be posted? I’ll reblog everything right here! Please use the tag #postreveal2021 and/or tag this account. I’ll be keeping my eye out for everything everyone creates! (If you post something and I don’t reblog in a day or two, it was unintentional and I apologize. Please send me a message!) Writers are also welcome to post on our AO3 Collection! I don’t think there’s any similar functionality on fanfiction.net, but if you would like to send me a link, I will be happy to share it. 

WHO can participate? Anyone who wants to! Writers, artists, whatever!

WHO is behind this event? Me: @sariahsue. I had a lot of help, though! @pawsitivelymiraculous did the calendar, banner, and basically everything visual. @coccinelle-et-chaton​ and @noirshitsuji helped me brainstorm the list of prompts and organize my vague ideas about what the event should be. Huge shout out to these three!

What else?

This is a sfw event! No (or very low) salt. Really the only rule rule is that at least one person needs to have found out someone else’s identity before your story/art takes place. I originally imagined this to be all about the love square, but it’s not necessary. If you want all of Paris knowing everything, go for it. If you want, like, Mr. Ramier to know that Nino is Carapace, you do you.

As I said, I’ll have a collection up on AO3 and I’ll be reblogging everything here, and there’s no time limit on either of those. If you fall behind, or find this calendar a few years from now and want to do the prompts, have at it!

Prompts:

1: Endings 2: Miscommunication 3: Stars 4: Friendship 5: Butterflies 6: Mischief 7: Wise 8: Clarity 9: Thunderous 10: Moonlight 11: Unsaid 12: Danger 13: Parents 14: Miraculous 15: Middles 16: Professional 17: Social Media 18: Lies 19: Truth 20: Bet 21: Sunshine 22: Courage 23: Quiet 24: Complete 25: Banter 26: Confession 27: Reveal 28: Heartfelt 29: Seed 30: Ambiguity 31: Beginnings

Anything else you want to know? Just send me an ask or message! Thanks for your interest!

#ml #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #love square #identity reveal

[miraculouspenta]

😺 Home 😺

Marinette awoke from her slumber in a unfamiliar room. She got up and stretched a bit before observing the room. She saw a note on the bedside table.

Good morning petite coccinelle, I hope you had a good rest. Come on down when you are awake for breakfast.

Your godfather, Alfred

Marinette smiled at the note and stepped out of bed. It was nice to know that someone still accepted her. She owes her godfather everything. She looked around once more and saw an outfit just her size laid out for her on a chair. She quickly put it on and headed towards the stairs near her, surprisingly, she didn't get lost.

When she entered the dining room, she could see the kwamis happily munching away on some food.

"Good morning," she greeted and was answered by those on the table.

"Good morning mon cher," Alfred said as he entered the room, "It looks like the clothes fit nicely."

Marinette gave a small hum of agreement, "Thanks for these, Parrain, can I help with anything?"

"You can help by having breakfast, I do not want you to go on your day with an empty stomach," Alfred answered sitting her down on the big table, "I'll get your food."

"But-" Marinette protested only to realize Alfred was already out of the room.

She sighed and glanced at everyone at the table, "Um... Hi, I'm Marinette. I'm sorry but I don't know who the most of your are."

"Well I'm Dick," a boy said enthusiastically, "Nice to meet you little lady."

"I'm Jason," the one with the white streak of hair said, "The one that looks like he's about to pass out is Tim."

"Damian, Damian Wayne," a the only green eyed person told her.

Damian looked into her eyes and despite them being blue, the same color everyone else in his family had, there was something different about hers. It pulled him in and he didn't know why. He felt his heart flutter when she pouted as Alfred said she couldn't help him, saying something along the lines of, "You just fell from the sky yesterday looking extremely exhausted, there's absolutely no way I'm letting you overwork yourself today."

"We can go around town and have a little tour?" Dick suggested, snapping Damian out of his thoughts, "You three are coming, no excuses. It'll be a great bonding time for all of us!"

Surprisingly, Damian felt like he didn't mind. In fact, he was quite looking forward to spending some time with their guest.

423 words

I think this book is officially finished! Yay! Thanks to everyone that read this!

XOXO ~Leen

#daminette #maridami #damimari #daminette december #damianette #maribat #ml x dc