#friend let me talk about farming sims for way too long and it hasn’t turned off since then

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sorry for posting so much my brain is so so busy. don’t know why

#friend let me talk about farming sims for way too long and it hasn’t turned off since then #it’s fine tomorrow we’re roadtripping #prime time to talk so so much #oh i also did math today and it was very fun:) forgot math is fun

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Adrien’s Room and Memorabilia: A Sequel Post

Well, I hinted at a similar arc for Adrien in this post, so let’s brainstorm.

CW: mentions of harassment

The major difference between Adrien and Marinette in this instance is that Mari’s room is about her working through her social anxieties and developing meaningful relationships. Adrien’s focus is on his lonely nature, as well as discovering and cultivating hobbies that he really enjoys, and aren’t just forced upon him by his father.

His room starts off with very few photos of his loved ones, namely his parents, Chloe and Felix. These photos are professional in nature, clean, crisp and very much lacking in color. Even Chloe and Felix are behaving for the sake of the photos. Notably, their photos show them when they are much younger, to indicate that Adrien hasn’t spent time with them lately.

There’s a large emphasis placed on the amount of stuff that Adrien has in his room. The video games, the TV, the climbing wall, etc. Everything is completely clean and dust free, because he spends a lot of time in his room, but he doesn’t have anything he’s particularly drawn toward, so whenever he’s done with something, he puts it away and grabs something else. His room is also likely clean due to his strict father demanding he keep up appearances.

The only exception to this are video games, but they are very specific ones: simulators. Particularly, ones that focus on dating and romance. Life simulators, farming simulators, RPGs that offer a romance subplot, etc. Even if the sim only offers the option to make friends, Adrien is fine with that. Stuff like Animal Crossing, Stardew Valley, Harvest Moon/Story of Seasons (the ones made by Marvelous), The Sims, Undertale and so forth are right up his valley. And again, lots of dating sims.

Following his mother’s “passing,” and at the start of the show, Adrien keeps a corner of his room dedicated to her. As more time goes by and Adrien gets closer to his new friends, this will shrink down to a photo of the two of them, and most of her memorabilia will be stored away. This will show that he’s open to the possibility of his father dating someone else, as was shown in “Felix”. 

He will often turn to photos of his mother when he wants deeper, more worrying thoughts that he wants to voice and get off his chest, or if he needs advice about something and he doesn’t know who to turn to. S1 would focus more on friendship advice, because in this version, he would need to put in more time and care to make friends (Nino and him would still stay buds, Mari is still crushing on him but is hesitant to approach, and Alya is kind but cautious, with the rest of the class being wary because of his friendship with Chloe). Later on, he’s more likely to ask about plot-relevant stuff, his feelings for Ladybug and Kagami (and romance in general), his growing resentment towards his father, his meet-ups with his friends, and his discomfort with Chloe and Lila’s touchiness. Coupled with Felix’s harassment in “Felix,” this causes Adrien to realize his boundaries are being violated, and to also wonder if he has adopted similar behaviors. He goes to speak with either Sabine, Tomoe or Nino’s mom about the matter (maybe all three to get a variety of perspectives), and then with Ladybug. I would set this conversation sometime after “Frozer,” with him mentioning how he acted there, and apologizing for leaving her in the middle of battle (if the episode isn’t rewritten to include that there).

Overtime, he would start to depend less on talking to Emilie’s photo, and instead talk to whoever he asked for advice. Instead, he would talk to her prior to a larger battle or facing a bigger threat and had something he wanted to get off his chest.  

At the beginning of their superhero career, Adrien is into collecting Ladybug merch - he’s likely to even have one of those “Do it for her” boards set up. He has some Chat Noir stuff as well, but it’s not as prominent. When other heroes arrive on the scene, he’ll have stuff of them too. He would even go so far as to recreate the heroes in his games (mostly in what Sims knock-off this universe would have), and roleplay scenarios with Ladybug. He doesn’t fully get rid of his merch over time, but he does likely downsize as he spends more time getting to know Ladybug and the team.

There’s also the obligatory Ladrien scene that I hinted at in Marinette’s post. To recap, Chat Noir, during an emotional moment with Marinette, mentions that he has Ladybug memorabilia in his room, and that he ought to downsize. Sometime later, Ladybug comes to check up on Adrien for plot-related reasons, and discovers that he “too” collects Ladybug merch. Adrien is notably embarrassed by this, but Ladybug replies by saying that she’s a fan of his as well. This will allow two sides of the ship to feel closer to each other and open up about certain things.

Similar to Marinette, Adrien will start picking up little things as mementos from previous episodes to decorate his room with (a class photo from “Reflekta,” a copy of the movie from “Horrificator,” his autographed Jagged Stone CD from “Guitar Villain,” etc).  I also imagine him holding onto clothing items such as Nino’s hat or Kagami’s jacket, that get left behind after hanging out. Over time, he is eventually gifted a mannequin to display these items.

I remember seeing a post that called into question whether Adrien’s activities were something he genuinely enjoyed or if they were just foisted upon him by his father. I like the idea of a laid out arc that explores what Adrien might like to do in the future, by having him go through various hobbies (sort of like Daphne in “Be Cool, Scooby Doo”). 

One hobby I’d give him from the start is tricking. (For those not familiar, tricking combines moves from martial arts and gymnastics, usually flips and kicks, and can be used to create super cool combos, yes I am biased about this). We often see him showing off stunts in battle and would fit Chat’s tendencies to be flashy. I could also see this becoming a hobby he shares with Nino and Kagami later on, maybe with the three of them sneaking out to meet other trickers at gatherings.

(For those who need visual reference.)

However, I also want to give Adrien a more traditionally feminine hobby. There’s a couple of ideas I had for this, including, again ones that he cycles through as he explores himself a bit more. After meeting Luka and noticing that he paints his nails, Adrien might tiptoe in nail art. I could also see Adrien getting really into writing romance, starting off as a fanfic writer and eventually writing his own novel or comic. Alternatively, he becomes a poet. Maybe he spends an episode learning to sew with Marinette so he can make his own cosplays. Or he starts a cottagecore aesthetic blog, and additionally starts taking care of some plants to give his room some needed greenery.

I think for the sake of irony, it would be interesting to see Adrien eventually take up baking as a hobby. I know there’s a couple of AUs involving this concept already (I forget who it was, though I’m tempted to say @lenoreofraven​ ​ but correct me if I’m wrong), but I like this idea because it would give him something extra he and Marinette could bond over in the future, especially since he doesn’t want to do modelling long-term. It would also give him a good excuse to visit the Dupain-Cheng bakery, and grow closer to Sabine and Tom. Perhaps they take him up as an apprentice, or give him a delivery boy job alongside Luka (giving that relationship a chance to grow as well, as well as a Delivery Boy shenanigans episode).

When he’s either in between hobbies, in a tumultuous state, or growing distant from his father, his room will appear far messier. In the latter case, it may be an attempt to rebel against Gabriel, saying “it’s my room, I can do what I want!” If he’s not comfortable immediately speaking out against his father, he may rebel in more passive aggressive ways. I could also see him roleplaying scenarios in which he tells his father off or planning escape routes for hero patrol or tricking gatherings. I think he would also have padded mats stored somewhere in he case he can’t leave, and wants to practice, or have his own tricking gathering in the house.

As he collects more mementos, they start filling up the empty spaces in his room, so when his father prevents him from leaving the house, he doesn’t feel as lonely. He starts finding ways where, from the comfort of his room, he can hang out with friends (like in “Anansi” where he uses the facecam to see what everyone is up to). More friendly, casual photos give the room some life. These mementos may also cause him to start downsizing on the Ladybug and Friends merch.

He will only attempt to remove them altogether if his identity is revealed to Marinette, and she doesn’t seem to process it well (at least at first). Anything pertaining to her, as Ladybug or Marinette, he may attempt to remove, until he realizes just how present she is in his life. He would then consult his mother’s photo about what to do. 

And similarly to Marinette at the end, when they start dating, he would start to incorporate couple’s photos. I think both of them would have those photo booth strips, but I could also see Adrien commissioning posters of his OTP, LadyNoir, and bringing back some of his merch (in a teasing, well-meaning way). 

#ml salt #ml rewrite #ml plot bunny #i'm going to tentatively tag this as #adrien salt #bc i bring up an issue with adrien's character that i have #that i know as of late many people are debating over #however i also attempted to address this issue within this post #so i will also tentatively tag this as #adrien sugar

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Worth Fighting For: Chapter 72 - I’ve Got Issues

Rating M ( Language, Violence, There will be smut, Angst, Tragedy, Romance, Fluff)

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(It has been a long hot minute since I have been able to do much of writing or being on this lovely site with you beautiful people. I hope to be able to resume activities and hope you also enjoy the new chapter!)

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Chapter 72 - I’ve Got Issues

Eric

The morning meeting with Max and the other leaders drags on and I can’t sit still for shit. I don’t know if it is because I am itching to be done with this and get back to tracking down the third person that attacked Tris, or what. Something feels off and has since I let Kat walk out of the apartment this morning. I am not the only one that felt that though. Zach had been frowning after her for the longest and then looked to me with that deepening.

“What?” I had snapped out finally as we walked towards the offices. That frown still hadn’t moved and just kept getting more troubled and deeper.

“I expected her to be more upset and harder to get any rational thoughts or promises out of, Eric. If you consider all her fears, how she reacts whenever Tris has been threatened in the past, she is scary calm for her.”

I hadn’t been able to deny it so I hadn’t said anything. I felt the pinpricks of something all over my skin and they were getting worse. I pull out my tablet and open the app I had installed by Chase that would allow me to access cameras on it. The menu shows me all the different areas I can pick from or I can do a screen that has tiny windows to show all the areas. I select the landscape room that they should either already be at or at least heading to. It looks like everyone is already there but me scanning the groups isn’t showing me Kat. I scowl as I bring the tablet closer to my face as if that will help me to see what is clearly not there.

“Something wrong, Coulter?” Raze voice breaks my frantic search on the screen.

Not even changing the camera angle showed Kat although I saw every one of her friends, even her sister. I don’t answer as movement catches my attention. Peter is pushing his way over to Chase and I don’t need to know what he is going to tell him to know that Kat is gone.

“Eric?” Max calls out to me and I look up as I am standing.

“Missing initiate.” I grind out roughly. His face goes blank and he gives me a single nod.

“Go.” He orders and motions to the door but I am already making my way.

I hear heavy steps behind me and look over my shoulder to see Raze following. I know saying anything to the older man is useless so I just sigh and lift my phone to my ear. Part of me wonders if Raze is still sticking so close when it comes to Kat and I because he still isn’t convinced I am not really going to hurt her in some way. I know he still thinks I am completely in Erudites pocket. I shelve my irritation at him and that situation. I can’t let it cloud my thinking or actions right now.

Finding Kat is the priority and I at least know he will be with me on that.

“Control, scan the corridors from the landscape room to the pit and tell me if you have any movement from initiates.” I bark out the order quickly and then dial Chase.

He answers immediately and I can tell he is moving too. “Peter thinks he knows who it is and that Kat figured it out too. Not sure how but considering he is the only initiate not accounted for…”

“Who?” I interrupt, my jaw clenching.

“Al.”

“Find him and we find her.” I snarl out before hanging up and picking up the pace.

“Who is it?” Raze rumbles from beside me.

People are moving out of our way quickly once they catch a load of our demeanor and expressions.

“They think the third was Al.”

“The farm boy?” Raze asks with an incredulous expression.

I can only nod as well. I am pissed that I discounted him as anyone that might be a threat during our previous review of anyone that might have been responsible the first attack. Molly, Drew; hell even Christina had all been on the forefront of the list at the time. Chase and I had both dismissed the former Candor. A mistake that had my blood raging.

Alerts popped up on both of our phones indicating the path Al had taken, leading straight to the dorm. Kat had disappeared off the cameras but I knew she was there. She knew the hidden paths well now, she would have taken them just like I would have. Avoid being seen. Which meant she had nothing innocent in mind for the coward.

I didn’t need to communicate that to Chase, he already knew. What we didn’t know was what we would be walking into when we finally made it in.

Third Person

The rumor mill in Dauntless was working. Working overtime at that. Once again it seemed like a certain transfer was at the heart of those rumors. For once the seemingly outrageous rumors weren’t that far off the mark.

All Tris knew was that she was not allowed to see or talk to her sister once again and it was driving her crazy. Especially since she couldn’t get it out of her mind...what if…

What if she had told someone, anyone, what Al had tried on visiting day and what she had felt. She had reasoned out that it was just an awkward attempt at a kiss. A misunderstanding from a friend that could be gotten over given a little space. How could she explain the flash of something in his eyes that had unsettled and frightened her? She wouldn't admit to being scared of something or someone. Not here in Dauntless and at the time especially not of someone like Al.

Then had come the attack and while she hadn’t seen Al she had somehow known it was him. His smell had overwhelmed her and she had recognized his voice in the dark before things got blurry for her. Even Tobias hadn’t believed she didn’t have her suspicions. Still, she had kept them to herself. She didn’t want him to win...she reasoned. She didn’t want any of the three to think they had gotten to her. Al was already headed out of the door, she was sure, based on things Tobias said. He would have punishment enough living among the factionless.

Even when he had confronted her she still hadn’t said anything to anyone. She had seen him taking off and she had a shiver of foreboding run down her spine. The same feeling she had the day she stepped into the aptitude test room and the same feeling the first day of sims.

So many things she had kept to herself until she was feeling like she was going to snap. Guilt weighed her down and had her curling her knees up to her chest, hugging them tightly hoping to hold herself together.

Kat wasn’t even in Dauntless. The attack had finally been bad enough that she was taken to the cities medical facility. She didn’t know how to feel that the rumor was going around that Al was just as bad.

Somehow he had come by a knife. There had been a struggle when he attacked her and they both got cut up badly.

Lynn sat beside Tris in her own quiet worry for her sister. She had gotten word from Shauna, some details about what happened though apparently most of it was being classified. All Lynn’s own sister could tell her was that when the leaders and trainers made it into the dorm, they had found Al straddling Kat and trying to slit her sister's throat while yelling that this time he would finish the job.

Lynn supposes that it was Al along, working with the other Candor’s. There had to be truth to that because leaders had taken Christina away to be questioned.

That didn’t make Tris feel any better. Another potential betrayal from another supposed friend.

As if she could sense the line of Tris’ thoughts, Lynn threaded her hand through the other girls after taking and squeezing it a little tighter than what would be considered reassuring. It was almost like a promise, as was the look in the Dauntless-born’s eyes.

One thing was for sure, from now on Tris knew she would be more mindful of who she trusted and if Christina had been involved in some way, she could guarantee at least one person would be with her in making her life hell should she show her face again.

Uri found the two girls in the Dauntless-born training room looking strained and panting.

“They’re moving the transfers to the Dauntless-born dorm.” He looked behind him to see Marlene coming up behind him carrying one of the bags they had collected for their friends then looked back to Tris and Lynn. “We didn’t think you would want to go into the dorm, so Marlene got your stuff for you, Tris.”

“What about Kat’s stuff?” Lynn asked in a ragged voice.

Uri shook his head. “They wouldn’t let us take it. Lauren said something about it being looked over as part of the investigation.”

“Why?” Tris asked in confusion and worry. “It was clearly Al during the other attacks too.”

Marlene’s expression turned sour and she spits out the answer with venom. “Lauren.”

Lynn gave a low growl as she popped up. “Stupid bitch.”

“What about her?”

“She’s jealous of Kat. Has been since the beginning. You too but not as much as she is of Kat. Lauren was a transfer from Erudite and has always lorded over everyone that she was one of the few high ranking girls much less transfers of her year. You two being ranked so high has her boiling with jealousy and it hasn’t gotten much better after Kat beat Tank.”

“She let it slip that she thinks one of the members had been giving Kat access to knives. So now she is under suspicion.” Uri said tiredly, wiping a hand over his face.

Zeke walked up behind them soon after while they were still discussing what had happened and if there was any word on Kat. He was as tight-lipped as the rest of the leaders while he escorted them all to the new dorm situation. All initiates were under lockdown for the rest of the day. Most considered it a rest and were even happy when dinner was brought to them in the dorm.

Tris and the rest of the group felt like climbing the walls with worry and frustration. It was a long and sleepless night ahead of them.

Erudite Medical - Secured Room

Third Person

He was cuffed to the bed even though he had no illusions that he would have been able to run even if he were not. Actually, the truth was that he didn’t want to find out what would happen if he tried to run. The looks he got from Eric, that he expected even if he still dreaded it and felt like he was barely holding onto his bowels. The ones from Four and Chase, on the other hand, he had not counted on.

He was glad for the brief break from the three older Dauntless’ presence. They had all left to go question her; Al thought of her with malice and frustration. He had failed to eliminate her again and ruined any chances of getting away.

That was what he should have done. Instead of making a last-ditch effort to get Tris alone and take her with him, he should have just run. Even when Kat had first come into the dorm, he had plenty of time to grab the crap he had been given and make a run for it.

Seeing the reason all the plans, everything he had been promised, to be snatched from him walk in that door had taken what little sense he had away. It was all a nightmare, one long fucked up nightmare. From Choosing day until now, it was all a nightmare. One hellish day after another that had kept spiraling until he could almost believe that the fires of hell would be a relief.

All those carefully made plans. All the preparation and excitement he had on that fateful day, had gone up like so much smoke. He had done as instructed though. When he saw Tris’ blood hitting the coals, not stones, he followed her even if he had felt like throwing up while doing it. Of the possibilities that he had been told to expect, Dauntless had never been mentioned.

Abnegation or Erudite. Those were the two that he was meant to follow Beatrice too. He had been promised, though, that it would be Abnegation. He had it all planned out. The life he would have had and was meant for. He had been promised that Beatrice and he would marry after initiation. He would finally have the girl he had pined over from the moment she had helped a shy and terrified ten-year-old when he had been being picked on by others of his faction. Beatrice had stepped in and helped to pick up and give him encouraging and kind words. She didn’t remember him and they never spoke again. He had watched her from afar and fantasized about her and him being the very best of friends. He hit puberty and the dreams changed. He always meant to go to Abnegation because he knew she would be there.

There was only one person that was to blame for that dream being shattered.

Mary Katherine Prior. Kat.

He almost had her that first time. Just a little harder and little longer would have been all it took to squeeze the life out of her. He hadn’t, only because his orders were to bring her to him. Orders that he should have ignored but now it was too late.

There had been a hope when Kat had fought him back in that dorm that she would end him. He had seen it in her eyes. Knew she was capable of it but it was like she had held back. In the end, he knew that there was no getting away, but if he was going to go down he had been hell-bent on at least finishing her off.

Marcus had promised to protect him if he succeeded. He never said what would happen if he failed.

There was the sound of a code being put into the security pad of the room he was in. The door opened and then a procession of bodies started to file in. Mostly black-clad men, a few blue-clad medical professionals and then what he dreaded most….the black and white of Candor.

They circled around him. Surrounding him. The air in the room was already cold, but with the looks he was on the receiving end of as well as the dread that filled him upon a syringe being filled with a familiar colored liquid, it dropped to an arctic level of cold.

“Albert West,” Jack Kang began as he stepped forward. Al swallowed heavily as the nurse with the syringe came over to him and started to push the serum through his IV. “You are being given truth serum and will be questioned in regards to a series of attacks as well as the possibility of aiding in illegal activities and treason.”

He couldn’t believe what was happening. He had been assured that Dauntless wouldn’t investigate any assaults. That it was commonplace enough that it would just be written off. Dauntless prided themselves on handling everything internally, not letting anyone see weakness within and Candor was rarely, to the point of never, becoming involved.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. He tried to protest but it was useless. The questioning began and no matter how hard he tried to stop from telling him the names of everyone involved or what his real motive in everything was, the more violently ill he became. He never could tolerate pain well and broke fast. All resolve to hold the truth in crumbled and he spilled everything.

Al was oblivious to the reactions of those in attendance. He missed the snarls aimed in his direction or the whispered words from one person to another. He missed the strained sharing of glances and the subtle restraining hand upon the arm of the man in black with the maze and symbol forearm tattoos.

Lastly, he missed the lanky frame of Four as he slipped out of the hospital room door with rage and pain in his eyes and the bearing of a man on a mission.

Factionless sector

Third Person

Shadowed figures made their way stealthily through the rough sector of the city. Staying to streets and alleys that had holes in the surveillance cameras Dauntless tried to keep in working order, they moved quickly. It was a small group. Easily able to slip through those holes, especially since it was led by someone who had complete knowledge of them. Regardless of the assurance that the cameras would not capture their activity, the group of five men further concealed themselves with masks of a black wool material drawn over their faces. The only visible feature being the eyes that had cutouts that allowed the wearer to have an unobstructed view. Even the nose and lips were covered with the material being easy to breathe through.

It took some time to pass the sector for the displaced residents of the city. Their real goal was located in the sector of the caretakers of the denizens, Abnegation.

The home they approached in the deep dark of the night was one of the first one came upon as they entered Abnegation. In appearance, it was a mirror of all the others. Grey concrete formed into the uniformly rectangular house. It was slightly larger than all the others. A privilege afforded by the owner's position in the faction.

The placement was also a symbol of position. It stood apart and ahead of the others to signify that above all, the members of that house stood to take care of and sacrifice for the city. It was a belief held as truth by all members of Abnegation. It was also regarded as a convenience that the revered leader was usually the first person sought out by the factionless who wandered into the factions area.

This was also something that the leader of the group used to his advantage and had intimate knowledge of. If they should be seen, it would look just like other similar occurrences did. It would like a group of the poor factionless seeking assistance from the man that had the power and giving nature to provide.

All of that was lies of course. There would be no assistance sought tonight but justice long due being meted out and the man within might have power but giving was not his nature.

Sadistic. Manipulative. Cold.

Those were the words that could describe the man that lay in his bed, unsuspecting that his bill was coming due faster than he could work to make disappear.

Three of the cloaked men remained outside. Posted as lookouts while the other two slipped in the back door. There was a slight hesitation from one of them before he passed over the threshold. His blue eyes widened and looking as if he was moving through a dream or seeing a ghost.

The other man whispers a question. “Are you sure? I can do this if not.”

It snaps the other out of whatever was holding him back and he shakes his head. “No. I need to do this.” He whispers back fervently with a hard edge to his words.

He gets a small firm nod back before he steps in front and leads the way up the stairs. The wind picks up outside, making a whistling, howling sound between the buildings. It is just loud enough to mask any muffled shouts or thudding of bodies that might escape from the thick concrete walls of a house used to masking the pain it had housed within.

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