were there any pre canon concepts for adrien's/felix's room? i hate the canon one so much the layout confuses me
Afraid not. I think the closest we have is the information that Felix/ Adrian's family owned a hotel (this is before he was made into the villain's son.) A lot of early and even current ladybug is pretty focused around Marinette. Nathan-Felix-Adrien as a character is shockingly inconsequential to the narrative as a whole. (Which is probably why he was so easily edited throughout development whereas Marinette stayed pretty consistent.... And is also apparently still the case from what I've heard of the recent season.)
You can actually really see a lot of the inspiration that it transferred to the agreste mansion... But it also lost a lot of style and flair. Richard had a lot of art deco inspiration in the buildings associated with his character. And you can kind of see that in the hotel piece here. It's all connected, at least I believe it is.
It makes sense that the current one is frustrating. It's a mix between " oh this is what a fabulously wealthy teen boy would like" being full of video games and literal arcade machines, but still having like no personality? Like it's big. Because Adrian is rich. And it's like... Largely undecorated because Gabriel is like a minimalist or whatever... Except for all of the stuff that Adrian has because he's rich. And that's literally the end of it.
Edit: If I were to fathom a... A room that does line up with that hotel era then I would do something like this, except with more whites and golds rather than blue... Or just tailor it to however the cat's relationship to his father is.
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of all things to come out of fandom, dw fans trying to claim the hatred of Jodie that is purely misogynistic (as it’s only there because she’s a woman, it has nothing to do with her as a person, it’s literally the definition of misogyny) in No way influenced opinions on the era is the most dangerously naïve and absurd.
Even when nmd’s (read: MISOGYNSTS. It’s a synonym here.) deliberately conducted review bombing campaigns to make her episodes tank on polls with the express aim of making it seem like everybody hated the episodes, and so new people who might think about watching it will think twice and not do it bc look how shit the ratings are! And therefore drive the general viewer ratings of her episodes down, making it seem like hiring women is not a viable business choice in the future.
Just because you don’t recognise the existence of a long game, doesn’t mean they didn’t.
Even when the next dude they hire is a damn White Man you think this is in no way routed in the misogynists deliberately hijacking fan spaces with the express and open intent of getting their precious white men back?
Yeah. Sure.
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last supper.
It’s a scene that repeats in your dreams ever since that fateful day where you lost your heart.
The dreams were fleeting, always disappearing before your very eyes as you made your choice between the red apple and the tattered doll on the table.
A red ribbon is wrapped around your neck, with each passing second suffocating you the longer you tried to stall.
The doppelganger before you insists on the apple. He always does.
Your choice is the same every night. You follow what he tells you, unquestioning and afraid, and your dream ends the moment you bite down into the fruit.
Tonight, however, the air is heavy and the ribbon around your neck is tighter.
Momentarily, your hand hovers over the fruit, and he eggs you on.
He’s caught off guard when your hand shifts to the doll instead, damp and dirtied, cold and unloved.
Its fabric is coarse and its colors have faded. The small head of hair made from torn yarn feels dry and rough, and one of the button eyes have long since disappeared.
“Why?”
His tone isn’t angry.
It never was.
It was always gentle and full of unconditional love, and you knew deep down that he only wants what he thought was best for you.
But in the end, he wasn’t you, and you weren’t him.
This was your choice.
“It has no heartbeat,” Your voice is small, like you were a child again. “But it doesn’t mean it’s undeserving of love.”
Your doppelganger sounds like he’s about to cry, taking the apple into his palms and pressing it close to your chest. “Please, I beg you. If this is the only way that you’ll get to live a normal life again, then-”
“I can’t go back to how things used to be,” Though you seek the truth, you know you’re not one to remain rooted in the past. “And I can’t reclaim what I’ve lost. But all I can do for myself now is to accept it, right?”
You hold the doll closer to yourself.
If you take the apple now, eating it until only the core remains, there was no guarantee that you would be the one who would wake up in the morning.
He means well.
He always has.
But he doesn’t push further when he hears your resolve.
He glances at the red apple in his palms as it melts into an inky blank goo, spilling onto the marble floors of the dining hall.
The ribbon on your neck tightens, but even as tears form in the corners of your eyes, you have no regrets.
“It’s always better to die as yourself, huh?” He chuckles bitterly, pressing his hands together in a praying position. “Then I’ll support you as I’ve always had. It’s been nice spending time with you, Slater.”
“Cheren,” You say as your eyes close, drawing your final breath. “My name is Cheren.”
The thread tightens and tightens, and your vision goes black as you fall into the floor and sink into the growing puddle, where The Heart starts to chant a prayer for you.
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