#ladybug week 2020

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little ladybug warmup!

its been like 3 weeks since i did any drawing and im feeling it woof. gotta draw some DATM today so wish me luck lets hope its not the worst page ive drawn since 2020

#did i watch the finale? yes. am i losing it? yes. those two things are approximately related but not precisely #my art

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This fic is owed to @valiantlyjollynightmare for the original and @ladyofthenoodle for a full 3 rounds of beta reading. I haven't had so much redrafting of a fic or intensive beta reader work since I was writing the HP AU. She was truly a phenomenal help, and her work paid off. Please drop her a thank you for organizing the @mlsquaredance event and all her incredible hard work on this one-shot.

Read the original work here.

Read the remix on Ao3 or below.

Marinette left her phone on her bedside table as she trudged downstairs. She was done checking messages and pictures, and she was done with tears.

Luka had made his choice. He was on tour again, probably having a great time without her, and there was no sense scrolling through his posts for any signs that he missed her. She certainly didn’t miss him. She’d spent too much of their relationship missing him. Just because she was a bit horny didn’t mean she had to be sad about it.

But the apartment sure was quiet without him.

The refrigerator’s magnetic rubber seal broke that silence with a reluctant pop, and brilliant white light flooded the kitchen. Marinette squinted at her recently filled shelves.

Alya, Nino, and Adrien had been lifesavers after the breakup. Nino had filled her fridge with fresh vegetables; Alya had stocked her cabinets with bottles of wine. Adrien, whose finances were still a legal mess in the wake of his father’s passing, gave her his time.

She’d seen more of Adrien in the past two weeks since the breakup than she had seen of him in the past year while she had been dating Luka. He’d sat with her through her BBC Pride and Prejudice marathon, through three watches of Pride and Prejudice (2005), and through one watch of Pride, Prejudice, and Zombies. He’d even offered to stay overnight, to keep her company, as if he knew that company was the way she coped, but she’d turned him down.

One of the challenges of being newly single was waking up at midnight with a very strong urge to be dicked down. She appreciated that Adrien was willing to hold her while she cried through romantic movies; she did not need Adrien to see her wrestling with the urge to roll her hips against his thigh, especially when she couldn’t even be sure that it was Adrien that she wanted. Adrien was a friend, and she wasn’t going to use him just to get some temporary fix. Yes, maybe she had liked Adrien once upon a time, but it was all too complicated now. Just creating a friendship with Adrien had been so much work. She didn’t want to mess it up and lose him.

Neither the vegetables nor the wine held any appeal, so she closed the fridge with a sigh. Marinette leaned against the cool silver door while her eyes readjusted to the dark of her kitchen. Maybe a cold shower was what she needed. She usually had no objections to a steamier shower, but she didn’t want to end up crying her way through an orgasm. She was done crying over Luka, she told herself. She was done feeling sorry for herself.

She opened up a cabinet and pulled down a bottle of olive oil and a jar of popcorn kernels. She’d just make herself a greasy, salty snack before setting into Emma (2020).

The stove clicked and sparked until the gas caught and the fire ignited with a woosh. Marinette poured in the olive oil and waited impatiently for it to sizzle with heat. As she picked up the jar of popcorn kernels, a thud on the small balcony patio of the apartment caught her attention, more muffled than the sparks of her stove, but just as sharp and sudden.

Through her gauzy curtains, silhouetted in the dim streetlight, she saw the shape of a person perched on her balcony. She might have been terrified, or at least startled, if it weren’t for the cat ears on the shadow’s head.

Marinette dumped the kernels into the sizzling oil then unlatched the patio doors.

“What are you doing here?” she said by way of greeting.

Ladybug saw Chat Noir for patrol regularly, of course. But Marinette had hardly seen him in the past year. When Luka had gone on his first tour, Chat Noir had held her while she’d cried, but once Luka had come home, he’d disappeared. Did he know Luka was gone again? Did he know that she and Luka were properly done?

“Making the midnight rounds,” he said easily. His voice was low, like a cat’s purr. “A hero’s work is never done.”

Marinette shifted the weight on her feet, unconsciously pressing her thighs against each other. It was irritating that even just the sound of Chat Noir’s voice was enough to warm her core. Maybe Emma would have to wait until Chat Noir was gone and she’d rubbed out the memory of his purr.

Chat Noir paused and his nose twitched. “Are you cooking in the middle of the night?”

“Just popcorn.”

“Midnight movie?” he asked.

Marinette crossed her arms over her chest and used her ankle to surreptitiously scratch an innocent itch on her calf. She tried not to think about Chat Noir on her couch with the low light of a movie and the weight of a blanket draped over them both. She tried not to think about scratching a different itch.

“Maybe,” she said. “Maybe I just wanted a snack.”

Beneath his mask, his green eyes glinted with a familiar mischief. One eyebrow quirked. “All for yourself?”

She wondered if he was simply asking if she was alone or if he was implying that he wanted to join her. She couldn’t help the icy edge in her reply as she said, “I don’t have a boyfriend anymore, if that’s what you’re asking.”

His perky ears seemed to flatten. It was his turn to shift his stance uncomfortably. He leaned against her patio table, but it wobbled uncertainly and he straightened. “I’m sorry,” he said. “Do you want company?”

There was something delicate in the question. Something in it nagged at her brain, and she recalled the text that Adrien had sent her that morning.

Do you want company today?

Of course she had said yes. She needed noise, she needed distraction, she needed to not be alone with her thoughts. And then she’d sent him home after dinner, because Adrien didn’t deserve to see her like this—sleepless, lonely, and horny.

But Chat Noir wasn’t Adrien.

She pursed her lips and quirked an eyebrow. “I’m certainly in the mood for company.”

His ears perked up again, as if they were perfectly attuned to the purr in her voice. He stepped closer. “And just what sort of snack are you in the mood for?”

“Something simple,” she said as the first kernel of popcorn popped.

The corner of his mouth twitched with a smile, but she thought—maybe she was just projecting her own heartache, but she thought—something in his eyes grew sad.

“I can keep things simple,” he whispered.

She pulled him into a kiss. It was sloppy and wet and she ran her hands through his hair to pull him against her as if she could consume all of him.

It wasn’t her first kiss with Chat Noir by any measure, not as Ladybug, certainly, nor even as Marinette. There’d been kisses done to break curses, kisses done under the weight of curses, kisses done and rejected—and one very wary, delicate kiss on Marinette’s balcony. Chat Noir had told her that he was in love with Ladybug, but, somehow, in the midst of his heartache and her longing, they had kissed. She’d apologized, promised him that it didn’t mean anything, that she was in love with Luka anyway. And a week later, she and Luka had started dating, and Chat Noir had stopped coming by Marinette’s balcony—at least until Luka’s first tour.

He seemed to have an uncanny sense for when she was lonely.

She rolled her hips against his thigh and moaned into his mouth as the popcorn on the stove began to rattle in earnest. His hand trailed down to her waist, but he hesitated as he reached her hip. That wouldn’t do.

Marinette grabbed his wrist and, without breaking their kiss, yanked him into her apartment. She backed into the kitchen counter and guided his padded leather gloves to the elastic waistband of her pajamas.

He took her invitation readily, slipping his fingers inside the soft satin of her underwear and into her damp folds. She hissed like the fire on her stove and moaned with a heat just as warm as his fingers pressed into her clit. She rolled her hips again, but he dropped his other hand back to her waist and held her in place. She whined as he set the pace of her pleasure and whined again as he broke their kiss.

He pressed his lips to her cheek and then to her ear. His hand continued to pump her as he whispered, “You’re letting your popcorn burn.”

She hadn’t noticed that the sound of popping kernels had ceased. She hadn’t caught the whiff of charred popcorn yet. And now that he pointed it out, she didn’t care.

“If you stop, I will kill you,” she hissed into his ear.

His laugh was deep in his throat, another purr of pleasure as he picked up his pace. She gasped and tipped her head back. He responded by pressing his lips against her throat. The sharp canines scraped her neck and she shivered. She was so familiar with those teeth, familiar with the way they scratched her tongue and now her exposed skin. It was those teeth that assured her that she had never met Chat Noir outside of their masks. She would know the shape of those fangs on sight.

If his claws had not chosen that moment to catch on her clit, sharp and poignant, it might have occurred to her that the canines were as conjured as his expressive ears.

Her entire body trembled and she bit down on her lip to hold in her moan, not because she was afraid to be loud but because she was afraid that her pleasure would break her if she indulged it too heavily.

Chat Noir, however, didn’t seem to notice her attempt at restraint. He flicked the tip of his thumb against her clit again and she choked on another moan. One of her hands tightened in his hair, and her other squeezed his waist like she was afraid he would evaporate. He sucked gently on her neck and curled his fingers up into her.

“Chat,” she whined and gasped as her fluids soaked his hand, as her orgasm rippled through her until she was boneless, pinned between him and the kitchen counter, and still he didn’t stop. “Chat,” she cried again, breath hitching as his thumb drew her up suddenly into another tight coil and release. “Chat, please—”

He dragged his lips back up to her ear, and his teeth nipped at her lobe. “I thought you’d kill me if I stopped,” he murmured.

“I think I’ll die if you don’t,” she gasped.

She felt the shape of his grin against her jaw. He pulled his hand out from her shorts and pulled her back into another soft, delicate kiss, just as wary and gentle as the kiss they had exchanged a year ago. Her first epiphany of the evening sparked without warning and she pulled away from him with a start.

He didn’t love Ladybug. He never had.

“You lied to me.”

“I would never lie to you,” he murmured, and moved his kiss down her chin, back to her neck. He nosed against the underside of her jaw like a cat insisting on affection.

“You told me that you were in love with Ladybug.”

His lips went still against her throat. “You said you wanted this to be simple.”

“I want you to be honest.”

He still hesitated. The sizzle of the oil hissed in the kitchen, but its delicate scent was overwhelmed with burned popcorn. If they weren’t careful, the smoke detector would force their kiss apart, but Marinette wasn’t going to let him go without an answer.

Finally, he admitted, “I was in love with Ladybug. Until we kissed.”

She swallowed, painfully aware of the way her throat bobbed against his lips. “And so this past year?”

“I’ve waited.”

“Chat…”

“You’re about to burn your kitchen down,” he murmured, and pulled away.

Reluctantly, Marinette turned off her stove and scraped the black scraps of charcoal that had once been popcorn into the garbage. Chat Noir scrubbed his gloved hands clean.

Hot tears, fueled by frustration as much as embarrassment burned behind Marinette’s eyes as she scraped the blackened mess into the pan. She’d sent Adrien away because she didn’t want to risk her friendship with him, didn’t want to need him in a way he didn’t need her. Now here she was, doing to Chat Noir exactly what she had never wanted to do with Adrien. As much as she might want to give back, as much as she might want to meet him where he was, she couldn’t, and that knowledge hurt.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” she asked. She was glad that her voice was hardly audible over the running water; maybe he wouldn’t hear the bitter anger. It wasn’t meant for him, anyway. It was directed at herself.

She tried to nudge him aside so she could clean the pan, but he wouldn’t budge. Instead, he took the pan from her and picked up a towel. She was forced to watch as he scoured the blackened pan. He looked so intent on the task, she wondered if he had heard her question at all.

Then he turned off the water and said, “You told me that it didn’t matter.”

Her hand was on the pan, ready to take it from him and dry it off, but she froze. Though a protest sat on the tip of her tongue, she couldn’t give it voice. She was the one who had said that their kiss a year ago hadn’t mattered.

“I’m sorry,” she finally said, unsure what else she could say.

He shrugged, as if indicating carelessness, but as she took the pan, he anxiously twisted the ring on his finger. Though the green, glowing paw print was dim, it seemed brilliant in the dark kitchen.

“I’m no stranger to rejection.”

Her heart lurched as it occurred to her that his familiarity with rejection was her fault on two counts. But she never knew what she was supposed to do with Chat Noir’s feelings. Somehow she always managed to misunderstand him when he did nothing but lay things bare for her.

“I guess I should make more popcorn,” she murmured.

As she set the pan back on the stove, Chat Noir grabbed her wrist. “Marinette—”

She looked at him—truly looked—at the flat shape of his ears and the slump in his shoulders, haloed by the streetlight flooding through her open balcony. Despite the darkness, his green eyes glinted like his ring and his jaw worked as he worked through his thoughts. He was always so quick with his wit in a fight, but in the quiet spaces like this, when he was with Marinette, when he was asked to be vulnerable, he was always so cautious and careful.

“It’s okay with me,” he finally said, “if this is all it is. I just want to be with you, and I don’t mind if—”

“Chat, I can’t—that’s not fair to you.”

“I don’t care.”

“But I do.”

The irony that she cared too much to do this to him, that she cared but not in the way that he wanted, was not lost on her.

He let her go and turned toward the balcony.

“Chat…” She didn’t mean to call him back, but she didn’t know how she was supposed to let him go like this. “I am sorry,” she finally said.

His hand lingered against her kitchen counter, and his claws clicked delicately against the tile. “Would you trust me if I said that it hurts less to be with you, even if I can’t have all of you, compared with the agony of being apart from you?”

If she was just Marinette, maybe she would have accepted his offer. Maybe she could have trusted him when he said that he would let it be simple, that he’d allow her to use him as she needed without ache or bitterness. But she was also Ladybug, and she knew the way her partner threw himself on swords for others. She could not fight beside him each day while also destroying him each night.

But Marinette couldn’t tell him that.

As he took her silence for denial, his hands flexed and contracted with his unspoken frustration. He managed a rather tight, “Good night, Marinette,” before disappearing into the night.

She swallowed as he left, waited a moment in her dark kitchen as the silence filtered back in, as the quiet settled into her bones and the ache settled back into her heart.

Maybe she did know what he meant about the agony of being apart.

In search of noise and company, she went back upstairs to her phone. Her thumb hovered over Luka’s icon for only a moment before she swiped away. Instead, she snapped a picture of her laptop screen with the streaming page for Emma open and sent it to Adrien. Then she left her phone on her bed and went to take a cold shower.

Adrien would get the picture in the morning. He’d offer to watch it with her again during the day, and she’d accept his offer of company and distraction. Maybe they would watch Clueless after, or even branch out their romantic film subgenres beyond Austen films and try 10 Things I Hate About You.

But when she got out of the shower, there was already a text from Adrien.

I’ll bring snacks.

She was still reading the text, still trying to make sense of it, as she stood in her room wrapped in naught but a towel and her hair still dripping wet, when a gentle knock sounded from downstairs.

A key jiggled in the lock—she forgot that he had kept the key she’d given him to water her plants when she’d gone with Luka on his second tour—and her door creaked open.

Adrien’s voice broke into her dark, quiet apartment. “Marinette? I brought cheesecake.”

She shrieked, “Adrien, I’m not dressed!” and slammed her bedroom door closed.

His laugh was a snort, muffled and distant. Hastily, she toweled and combed her hair and yanked on a fresh, dry pair of underwear and shorts. She didn’t know where her bra was and she didn’t have the time to look, so she simply threw on a t-shirt.

When she came downstairs, Adrien was standing in her kitchen with two forks in hand. She knew she must look a mess, but he beamed at her, despite her own scowl.

“I thought the picture was an invitation,” he said, head tipped to one side.

“I didn’t think you were awake! I thought—I didn’t know—”

He cut her fumbling protests off with another laugh. Adrien settled onto the edge of her couch and opened up a pale pink cake box to reveal a cake with red raspberry swirled into the cream. She wondered where he had gotten a raspberry cheesecake at this hour.

“I’ll go if you want me to,” he offered, “and leave the cake.”

“No—stay.”

The words were hardly out of her mouth before Adrien was already pulling off his coat and collapsing into her couch. Beneath his neat black peacoat, he was dressed in his own pajamas, like he had seen her text and merely rolled out of bed and into a jacket.

While Adrien plated two generous slices of cheesecake, Marinette dug through the couch cushions for the remote. She found it wedged between Adrien and the back of the couch, yanked it out, and clicked on the T.V. The pale blue light flooded over the two of them, and when she turned to get cheesecake from Adrien, she found him staring at her with an unfamiliar expression.

He was smiling, eyebrows lifted in his usual fashion, like something between expectation and excitement, but she thought—and maybe she was just projecting her own heartache, but she thought—there was something sad in his green eyes.

Then those strangely sad eyes dropped to her collar and his hand drifted to her neck. His fingers brushed against her skin and lightning lanced through her lungs. A dozen protests bubbled to the surface, all the arguments she had just used with Chat Noir—she only wanted something simple; she wasn’t ready for anything truly intimate after this breakup; things were always complicated with Adrien—but they all died on her tongue, as her words so often did when it came to Adrien.

But instead of pulling her against him like she thought he might, he asked, “What happened here?”

In her haste to dress, she hadn’t bothered to check herself in the mirror, but her heart pounded with the memory of Chat Noir’s lips latched to her neck. Was it only a bruise of blood drawn to the surface, or were there also scratch marks from his canines? Her face was hot with blush, but she hoped in the dim light of the T.V., he wouldn’t be able to tell.

“It—” Her throat lurched against Adrien’s fingers as she tried to swallow down a lie, but she wasn’t sure how to tell him the truth. “I don’t—I mean, it’s only—”

And then Adrien’s fingers curled around the back of her neck and his thumb brushed the underside of her chin so gently, so carefully. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

Her heart stuttered with a familiar agony. She had promised herself that she was not going to cry about Luka tonight, that she was done with tears, but they welled up anyway.

She and Luka had tried so hard; they really had. But he always wanted more of her than she had to give. He wanted everything, and Marinette could never give her partner everything—she had too many secrets that she had to keep. She had too many bits of herself that even she was still processing, that were still too raw and rough to share.

She’d tried giving Luka everything that she could. She’d even left Scarabella in charge while she went on tour with Luka once, but nothing had ever made it better. She’d wanted time—they’d needed time—and there had never been enough.

But here was Adrien, offering her the two things Luka never could: her secrets and his time.

The tears she had been fighting all evening finally burst out, and Adrien pulled her against his chest, as he had so many times before. She didn’t want to know how many tears she had soaked into his T-shirts in the last few weeks, how many wrinkles she had worn into his clothes by clutching at them with tight fists, how much of her snot he’d had to wash out of his laundry.

With Herculean strength, Marinette rubbed her eyes dry and pulled away. She fumbled for a tissue, but the box on her coffee table was just inches out of reach. Adrien pressed a handkerchief into her hand, like he had come prepared. It wasn’t fair to him to take so much, but it was so easy when he gave so readily.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured.

Marinette wiped her cheeks and blew her nose. “What on earth are you apologizing for?”

Without her to hold onto, his hands found each other. His thumb rubbed into his palm like he might be able to push his explanation out. Even in the dim light from the T.V. and the street, she could see his jaw working through his words, like he was turning the pages of a dictionary in his head to make sure he picked the right ones.

“I…” He paused again and swallowed. “I didn’t mean to make you cry,” he finally said, which felt like so small of an apology when weighed against the length of the pause.

“It’s not your fault,” she assured him. “I just…” She didn’t need to explain how lonely she was to Adrien. He’d heard it all before, and of course he must know it, or he wouldn’t have shown up to her apartment in the middle of the night with cheesecake in tow. “I just really appreciate that you’re always there for me,” she finally said, and even though it felt small, it was earnest.

“I would rather be with you than not.”

Her heart fully stopped, and she searched for something in Adrien’s eyes, some clue that the connection between his plea and Chat Noir’s question was more than coincidence, but he was no longer looking at her. His eyes were on his hands as he twisted his ring around his finger. The dull silver still glinted in the dim light from outside.

She felt like she was looking at her Lucky Charm at the moment it fell into her hands, knowing the answer was right in front of her but unable to put all the pieces together. She followed her lucky instinct, though, and placed one hand over Adrien’s hands, forcing them still. The other lifted to the back of his neck and pulled him closer into a kiss.

It was soft, delicate, gentle. It made sense for Adrien in a way Chat Noir’s kisses had never quite made sense for him.

Adrien, who was so willing to give her his time, and Chat Noir, who was always there when the people Marinette wanted weren’t.

Adrien pulled away rather suddenly, like something had yanked him away from her. “I’m sorry,” he said again. “I shouldn’t—you don’t want—this isn’t fair—”

It was unusual to watch Adrien flounder for words. Marinette, though, didn’t have it in her to be amused, not with the weight of this secret dawning. She waited a moment for Bunnyx to appear or time to reset, but Adrien continued to struggle his way through an apology, and the T.V. continued to hum its bright blue static glare.

There was no undoing what had been done, and she couldn’t exactly avoid it.

“I think,” she murmured, “that unfair is showing up on my balcony after I told you that I was ready to be alone.”

The panic in Adrien’s eyes was brief as he realized he’d been found out, but he crumpled into himself almost immediately. His hands raked through his hair and Marinette’s first thought was that she could be running her hands through his hair, but her second thought was how utterly broken he looked.

“I’m sorry,” he said again. “I didn’t want it to—I didn’t mean for it to turn out like it did. I just—I was worried about you. You know what it’s like at my house and—I know you think I don’t want to see you sad or something, but Marinette, being with you like this is a hundred times better than being without you.” He kept his eyes on his hands as he twisted his ring around his finger. “Please don’t tell anyone,” he whispered.

Marinette frowned. “I wouldn’t.”

“I mean it—I-I can’t let Ladybug know I’ve broken her trust.”

Marinette bit down on her lip. She wasn’t sure how to say the thing she knew she had to say next. Her throat felt tight with the secret she had kept for so long, that she had finally choked out to Alya after one terrible day.

But he looked so genuinely terrified to think he might hurt Ladybug, and Marinette had the power to assuage that fear. For once, she could offer him some comfort.

Marinette unhooked Adrien’s hands from his neck and pulled them into her lap. Then, she unfastened her earrings and placed them into his palm.

Though he did not move, did not look up at her, she watched the tension in his shoulders shift. His hand closed around the earrings and he felt the shape of them, the warmth from being fastened in her ears and from the magic that pulsed within them.

Finally, Adrien looked up at her. His eyes were still sad, but the longing was so much more prominent. His voice was tight as he said, “Are you… truly?”

She nodded.

Then his shoulders sagged and he looked away. “No wonder you keep turning me down. We have a job to do, and I suppose the job comes first. No sense complicating things, right?”

But Marinette’s need for simple had nothing to do with complicating Ladybug and Chat Noir’s relationship. It had always been about protecting her partner and protecting her own heart. But knowing that the boy she had fallen for long before Luka, the boy who was always there for her, and her loyal partner were one and the same? She was no longer interested in simple.

In fact, she felt like an idiot for thinking she could get away with only displaying the palatable parts of herself to Adrien. He knew her better than anyone, and she knew him, and it was never going to be simple when there were that many fractured pieces stacked together between the two of them.

“Adrien,” she whispered, “I think… maybe without so many secrets, it isn’t all that complicated.”

He met her eyes again and something in his posture perked; she could almost see the cat ears on his head lifting to attention.

“Marinette,” he said, so softly, so tenderly that Marinette could not help but lean in.

She leaned in until their lips were pressed together. The wariness, the gentleness, the tenderness—all of it was cast aside. This kiss transformed into nothing but want and need, as if she could draw all of him up into all of her.

Adrien’s softness and wariness evaporated suddenly. He turned his kiss against the corner of her mouth then to the underside of her jaw. “My lady,” he murmured into her neck, and his voice seemed to reverberate in her chest and curl into her stomach. He pressed her lips against the mark on her neck in a grateful, needy kiss and adjusted to sit on top of her, pinning her back against the couch as Chat Noir had pinned her against her kitchen counter.

Marinette fumbled for the remote and clicked the T.V. off. They didn’t need a movie to carry them through the evening, and they certainly didn’t need the glare of the empty screen. The dark was enough; each other was enough. The cheesecake would wait. Marinette had a much better midnight snack to get to.

#miraculous square dance 2023 #marichat #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug fanfic #ml fic #ml

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Writer asks

Got tagged by @bluecatwriter. With another year of writing slowly coming to an end, why not look over some of my stuff? Thanks for the tag!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

143 works, however 2 or 3 of them are just some of my crossposted fanart.

2. What's your total ao3 word count? 428,434. Wanted to get to 500k this year, but i suppose i am not quite there yet.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Still just Dracula/Dracula 2020. Some IWTV, some Fight Club. 2 for Empire of the Vampire which i have neither finished reading, nor is there a proper fandom for.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Death's Sunrise (of course, the only fic to gain over 1k kudos). 1,071 as of now

3 Sandman fics i don't care for anymore so i am not gonna name them (if you are curious, just look them up yourself, you know where to find them)

The Gathered Night 

Touch as Soft as Ice (Harkula Tumblr Prompts) (the tumblr prompt collection which i kind of have disbanded by now - i just post the prompt fics by themselves these days)

Ladybugs Don't Fly at Night 

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to, but sometimes i just lack the energy. I do get a lot of comments, in all fairness, but even if i don't reply right away, i just want you to know that i do read and appreciate them all! <3

6. What's the fic you wrote that has the angstiest ending?

The majority is really angsty. If I had to guess, either DS or Completed - a quadruple drabble in which Dracula, in his delusion, is holding onto Jonathan's very dead corpse, somehow still waiting for him to come back to (un)life.

7. What's the fic you wrote that has the happiest ending?

Either something from Castles in the Air, my softer drabble collection, or something like Keeping Family - a very self indulgent murder husbands + accidental baby acquisition fic.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

By god, the things i find in my inbox some days are really something. (Side bar: just because a writer writes specific themes and topic it doesn't make it alright to send them death and grape threats christ on a cracker)

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

Oh yes. My smut always flirts with the idea of consent and power dynamics. I think it's in general on the more intense side, although i do have some softer, slower works. A personal favorite of mine are the really sweet and sloppy ones - consensual somno and the like.

10. Do you write crossovers?

TGN, my beloved. My Dracula x IWTV crossover. Not really related to either Dracula or Interview with the Vampire, but i just wanted to put my 4 vamps (Jonathan, Drac, Louis and Lestat) like mentos into a carbonated soda bottle and shake them around real good, just to see what happens.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Er. Yes. Was a whole deal. Sorted it out. Kinda. Hope it doesn't happen any longer.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not officially (see no. 11)

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

No, but I would be down for it! I do some beta reading for KINGBeerZ on ao3, both for his Dracula fics as well as currently an original work, which is fun and interesting, but i could totally see myself actually co-writing a fic with someone else if we had the same vision for the story.

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

Forgive me, but yes, it is Harkula. Sorry not sorry. I like them messy, i like them problematic, and i am aware of it. Also i just like to see Jonathan properly dishevelled and out of breath.

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but don't think you ever will?

There has been one fic i pulled and have not looked at since. It was giving me trouble the second i posted it, made me have a mental break down and freak out. Didn't get much feedback on it the weeks after so i decided it wasn't worth the trouble. Probably wouldn't do it that way these days, but eh.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I feel like i am quite good with dialogue, quick snappy banter and teasing and the like. Maybe also the way i describe pain, body horror, etc.?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Grammar. I swear. As a non native speaker, it is always grammar for me.

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

I either translate it right away, put it in italics, or leave it as it. Totally depends on what effect i want to achieve.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

With great shame i have to say that i started out on Wattpad. 15 year old me has discovered BBC's Sherlock and was unstoppable (well, at least until i switched to ao3 and nuked the wattpad account). On ao3 my first fic was DS, and the fandom Dracula (2020)

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Hard to say. I still love DS despite the typos and messy plot, and am currently obsessed with TGN. But there are so many others i am quite proud of.

Leaving a tag for @argyleheir as well as @chthonic-cassandra and anyone else who feels like it, but absolutely no pressure!

#my fic #ask game #fanfic ask game #tagged #dracula fanfic

[citybythesea1-blog]

I remember when I first got into Fandom. (Timelines fuzzy at some parts) December-ish 2019. I would watch voice actors read Undertale comics. Eventually, I stumble upon one that I need more of. I checked the description of the video.

Sooner or Later You're Gonna be Mine by staringback was the story on a website I'm unfamiliar with; ☆Archive of our Own☆ I read the whole fic in one night. A few months later, I realized it hadn't been updated since around a week before I read it.

I then get curious, I understand that things made more for older people had fanfiction, but what about shows for kids? I put in the one show my parents found incredibly immature: Miraculous Ladybug.

To my surprise; not only was there fanfiction, there was A LOT of fanfiction. And so it began. I discovered Damianette.

I also got into Hermitcraft Season 7. Mostly, I would watch Grian at first, but over time, I branched out to other creators. This would have been early covid.

Now, I was still in high school at that point. June rolls around, and for the next school year, I'm online learning. Instead of doing my school, I started to wonder if Hermitcraft had any fanfiction. That was the day I finally learned. Fanfiction knows no bounds.

I get into the DSMP after November 16 2020. I'm pretty sure it was because I found a lot of Tommyinnit ending up in my Hermitcraft fanfics. (I still didn't have an account on AO3, so I just obsessively checked the Hermitcraft Tag.

My only regret is that "Sooner or Later You're Gonna be Mine" by staringback did not update again after I found it.

#fandom #Fandom travels #education #all of this because i relly liked one story #imagine if i never found it #id be unstoppable #and so bored #maybe i wouldn't be up at 2:47 am writing #i have been up for over 24 hours #since 10:46 pm yesterday #or is it two days ago??? #idk im tired

[pens-and-gems]

Understanding the One and Only Miss. Chloe Bourgeois Will be Posted Sometime This Weekend!

Hey everyone, if you all saw my last post, I posted a preview to my upcoming Miraculous Ladybug fanfic: Understanding the One and Only Miss. Chloe Bourgeois. 

For starters, this fanfic will be a Chlogami [Chloe & Kagami] friendship/platonic relationship one. It takes place after Miracle Queen and it will focus on how not only Chloe feels about the betrayal and expulsion, but it will also discuss how Kagami will feel about Chloe the more they interact.

I had this idea since 2020, so I’d been meaning to make it for a very long time; along with a few others LOL. 

I plan to have it post sometime this weekend on my Fanfiction (Gem the Princess); deviantART (Muggle-Gem-Princess); and my AO3 (PrincessGem). However, depending how well my cards are played, I may post the story one at a time, starting tomorrow on my Fanfiction!

As always though, please give me the time and day to write it. I’m a busy housewife 24/7 and I also have family to take care of as well lol. 

I hope you all have a Happy Tuesday or Wednesday; depending on your time zone, and once again: Thank you so much for all your support! 

Follow Me on my Other Blogs:

@muggle-born-princess​

@princessgemsart​

@pro-bee-sisters​

Follow Me on my Other Sites as well:

PrincessGem on AO3

Muggle-Gem-Princess on DA (NSFW! DNI IF MINOR!)

Gem the Princess on Fanfiction.net

PrincessGem on FA (NSFW! DNI IF MINOR!)

Princess_of_Mudbloods on Instagram 

PrincessGem on NewGrounds (NSFW! DNI IF MINOR!)

PrincessGem/DebraisDisney on Twitter (NSFW! DNI IF MINOR!)

LovePrincessGem on Wattpad

THANK YOU ONCE AGAIN FOR ALL YOUR SUPPORT! HAVE A GOOD REST OF THE WEEK!

#miraculous ladybug #chlogami #chloe bourgeois #kagami tsuguri #queen bee #ryuko #ryuuko #ryuko mlb #ml ryuko #platonic relationship #friendship #fanfic #Understanding the One and Only Miss. Chloe Bourgeois #Gem the Princess #fanfiction.net #PrincessGem #AO3 #archive of our own #Muggle-Gem-Princess #DeviantART #Pens-and-Gems #muggle-born-princess #princessgemsart #pro-bee-sisters

[10bendog]

🦋CN Akumas - Grand Finale!!!🦋

Hey Tumblr, since my account is pretty new, I've not posted about this before, but I have been working on a crossover fanfic between Miraculous Ladybug and Sea 'n City (my Cartoon Network AU based on the world of FusionFall). The story takes place after Season 1 of Miraculous and is about a school trip that Marinette and Adrien's class take to Townsville - an island city infamous for its superheroes and supervillains. The story was born from some Akuma designs of the CN characters I made back in 2017-2018. I wrote the 1st wave of chapters afterwards in 2020, and then the 2nd wave I shared at the end of 2021 and the start of 2022. After a year hiatus, the story's finally coming back with its 3rd and final wave of chapters, first of which will release this Saturday on Ao3 (04.02.2023), with each following chapter being published every other week! If you're interested, here's a link to the story where you can read the 18/30 chapters out now. Hope you like it and I hope you stay tuned for the long overdue conclusion to CN Akumas! :D

#miraculous #miraculous ladybug #ao3 fanfic #crossover #cartoon network #fusionfall #the powerpuff girls #ben 10 #the life and times of juniper lee #dexter's laboratory #codename kids next door #ed edd n eddy #johnny test #adventure time

[immaturityofthomasastruc]

On October 14th, 2020, I officially started this little blog. Two years and over 2,500 followers later, here we are. Once again, I would like to thank everyone who has stuck with me for so long. I appreciate the support no matter what, and even if Astruc isn’t as active on Twitter as he used to be, with the current state of his show, I still have a lot to talk about.

That brings us to today’s subject. If you’ve kept up with me for the past year, I’ve reviewed every episode of Season 4 as it came out, and after the season wrapped up, I made not one, but two different analysis posts on it. So, I figured, as a way to celebrate my two-year anniversary, why not make a third one?

I‘ve actually been thinking about this for a while. Rather than a do a rewrite of the entire show like I suggested in one of my ask polls, I’m going to do a rewrite of Season 4 as a whole. Of course, I’m going to set a few rules for myself so I don’t stray too far from canon, which I’ll explain once the post is finished.

So yeah, to celebrate my two-year anniversary, in the next few weeks, look forward to...

IOTA Rewrites: Miraculous Ladybug Season 4

#immaturity of thomas astruc #iota

[rubyfire777]

personal update 9.16.23 🌻💕🐹

good things that happened this week:

finally got my wife some suspicious stew limited edition minecraft pringles. she had been disappointed to not be able to find them anywhere in the area but my work suddenly had them months late! she said they were pretty good :)

movie night with lilith ❤ (we watched creep 2!)

i made a big dinner i was really happy with from scratch. i made wayyy too much but it was so good and i felt so proud of myself

movie night with quint! pretty short mellow one but we watched style wars

halloween decoration thrifting with lilith! i took her to a really good st vinnies and a weird little goodwill she hadnt been to before and found sooo many cute things to decorate with, some new mugs for her collection, a toaster (shes been dying for one forever but we hadnt gotten around to it), a baseball cap with a ladybug holding a pride flag that says "produce pride" (probably an event but we cant dig anything up?), and a beautiful crystal splendor barbie (for $20!!!). we also saw plenty more cute and goofy mugs, the fattest coca cola bear plush, some prints of a teens digital anime girl fanart, and a turtle build-a-bear in a ninja costume with a clearly homemade orange tmnt bandana that we didnt take home but still enjoyed seeing. it was such a good day

bowling night with darren and lily! it really was a lovely time this week

had the first really good bagel ive had in a minute since we have a toaster now 😭 plus some strawberries. felt awesome

cel really thoughtfully sent me one of my favorite mellow albums (fief ii) when she knew i was feeling anxious which really made me smile

lilith went and picked us up a yummy dinner from beergarden :) she got the chicken sandwich shes been craving and i got garlic shrimp

decorating for halloween!! <33

some other household tidying. im not done and will continue the rest of this week but i feel good about it

new art experiences:

albums:

eyes on you (lolica tonica, 2017)

future ghouls (xxhardbit3s & slippymudman, 2022)

clock tower (raito, 2022)

virgin in (dj technorch, 2011)

class of 1992 (glowstyx, 2007)

headz gone west (nia archives, 2021)

kaizo slumber found dead in miami (kaizo slumber, 2023)

ghost1 (omnipony, 2020)

akuma ii (alex & tokyo rose, 2019)

movies:

creep 2 (dir. patrick brice, 2017)

style wars (dir. tony silver, 1983)

#personal #/ #food

[the-random-phan]

Tell us about the ocs, they look fun!

My partner @joissus51 (Jo(urney)) and I immediately upon seeing this

"WE GOT AN ASK. WE GOT AN ASKKKKKK" *absolute gremlin laughter*

Do you truly want to know?

Yes, you do. Your answer is yes.

>:3

Thank-you-thank-you-thank-you for the ask :D

I shall now infodump :]

Let's begin~

To start, this whole thing originated from when we watched Spider-Man: No Way Home. Literally the moment we got home we began plotting because we were so inspired

It started as a Spiderverse au (ala Into the Spiderverse) and devolved from there

We have involved elements from just about everything we have been collectively interested in over the last year.

Including but not limited to: Marvel, Ace Attorney, Miraculous Ladybug, The Magnus Archives, Danny Phantom, Ouran High School Host Club, a play we both played lead roles in, etc.

So many characters from these have been stolen and their names warped into off-brand versions of them :>

Meet the cast:

Art by Jo

Octavian Otto Osborne (aka Tavi) (they/them)

Birthday: August 20th 1992 (current age in the plot: 28)

6'3" (~193 cm)

Intersex/Nonbinary, Demi-Panromantic, Asexual

Parents: Bernard and Emilia Osborne (aka (owners of Oscorp, mega rich kinda-celebrities)

Charlie "Chuck" Norman Beaumont (they/them)

Birthday: April 3rd 1992 (current age in the plot: 28)

5'8" (~173 cm)

Nonbinary, Panromantic, Asexual

Parents: Charles and Beatrice Beaumont (one's a nurse and the other is a carpenter)

Basics of the plot:

Chuck and Tavi were both gifted kids that went to live in the dorms at MIT at the age of 16. (Both being the same age, they were put in the same dorm)

And they were roommates!

Through hazing and exams, they eventually made it to graduation together. They aren't quite dating, but they also aren't not-dating, y'know? Simply oblivious but comfortable in eachother's company.

Tavi's parents are no-shows, of course. Chuck's family is there, and they greet Tavi warmly. (Tavi has totally been immersed into the family unit in all ways but name, even if they're still a bit uncomfortable).

Tavi leaves the ceremony and drives back home to find their parents' bodies on the floor, and a suspicious figure jumping out of the window. Their father was already dead but their mother told them "I love you," for the first time as she took her final breath.

They call the police and are immediately suspected of the murders and taken into custody. They acquire the help of Phoenix Lepht to defend them in court. (;>)

Chuck's spending time with their family at the ceremony after Tavi leaves and suddenly their mother falls ill, and they call an ambulance. She passes weeks later, leaving Chuck to help their dad take care of their 6 younger siblings. (There are 9 in total including Chuck)

Tavi is really going through it, and decides to take their time in their early 20s to go galavanting across the globe. Oscorp is put into the hands of one of the board members, a certain Toby Spark.

Meanwhile Chuck is back in their home town, taking care of siblings and in a very toxic relationship. After their siblings all start school they finally break off the relationship and move to New York for a fresh start. In 2018 they begin working at Oscorp, and quickly move up the ranks.

Tavi moves back to New York in 2020 and starts "working" at Oscorp. They can't really be fired, so they just work on whatever they want.

Meanwhile, Parker Peterson is having the worst week of his life. He goes on a field trip to Oscorp and gets bitten by a radioactive spider (one of Tavi's abandoned experiments) and gets powers. His uncle, his only guardian, is shot dead in a mugging gone wrong. Instead of being convinced to be a hero, he instead turns bitter and wants to use his new powers to cause harm. (As any angsty teenager would do ofc) Parker gets tossed from home to home in foster care. He gets a position as an intern at Oscorp.

Spider-Man starts causing havoc all over New York, but somehow the media all claim him to be a hero as he critically maims muggers and causes *so much* property damage.

Tavi is caught in the crossfire and gets pinned and skewered by some debris in a Spider-man attack. After recovering (and with one less limb than they started with) Tavi began working on a prosthetic arm for themself. But as Spider-Man continues to run amock, they become emboldened. Determined to stop Spider-Man. They convert their prosthetic arms into a set of five, armed to the teeth and each one paired with a semi-sentient AI which has the capacity of a toddler, or an excitable puppy. They start going around as their alter-ego persona, Doc Ock. They are dubbed a villain by the media, all except for J Jonah Jameson, who argues their worth.

Chuck and Tavi eventually cross paths at work, and Tavi gives Chuck the cold shoulder. They're salty that Chuck never reached out. Chuck reacts in kind and they eventually start a bit of a Rivalry.

Chuck eventually grows concerned that Tavi being constantly tired and injured. They manage to get Tavi to go out for coffee to question them about it. Spider-Man attacks, and Tavi breaks out their arms to fight him off.

Chuck gets separated from Tavi in the kerfuffle and is trapped under some rubble. They shout Tavi's name, calling them 'Tavi' instead of 'Octavian' for the first time since college.

Spider-Man eventually retreats and Tavi rushes Chuck (and their mangled leg) to the hospital as quick as they can. Chuck is rushed into surgery, but they can't save the leg.

Chuck joins Tavi's cause after they have recovered and join the fight against Spider-Man as the "Gold Goblin". They start working together at Oscorp and all but dissapear into their lab most of the time. Aside from their trusty intern, they have little outside contact. They get closer through this, until eventually they're as close as they used to be. And even closer ;)

Soon, however, Spider-Man is not the only one they're fighting. There's a new player on the battlefield, one sending random villains at the people of New York. The villains are aimed at Spider-Man, but Ock and Goblin get wrapped into the fray as well.

That is all I shall say for now :)

There is much more to the story hehehe. So many off-shoots for small events and little quirks that we added. If the term passion project is legit, it definetly applies.

#hg^2 #oh boy this is longer than i planned hahaha #its not even half of the story tbh #hehehhehhehe #hair gel and hand grenades #oc

[shesholy]

a     detailed     rundown     of     #𝚃𝚁𝙰𝚅𝙸𝚂𝙱𝚄𝙲𝙺𝙻𝙴𝚈'𝚂     filmography     ,     discography     and     tour     information     .  

𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆     𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒     . 

mr.     &     mrs.     smith     as     john     smith     ,     in     production     .     

babylon     as     jack     conrad     ,     filmed     .

bullet     train     as     ladybug     ,     2022     .

the     curious     case     of     benjamin     button     as     benjamin     button     ,     2022  

fury     as     don     ‘ wardaddy ‘     collier     ,     2021     .

the     big     short     as     ben     rickert     ,     2020     .

the     counselor     as     westray     ,     2019     . 

ad     astra     as     roy     mcbride     ,     2019     .     

once     upon     a     time     in     hollywood    as     cliff     booth     ,     2019     .   

war      machine     as     glen     macmahon     ,      2017     .

world     world     z     as     gerry     lane     ,     2017     . 

allied     as     max     vatan     ,     2016     .

12     years     a      slave     as     bass      ,     2016     .  

fight     club     as     tyler     durden     ,     2016     .

moneyball     as     billy     beane     ,     2011     .     (     production     wrapped     before     his     hiatus     )

inglorious     bastards     as     lieutenant     aldo     raine     ,     2011     .

the     tree     of     life     as     mr.     obrien     ,     2011     .

killing     them     softly      as     jackie      ,     2010     .

megamind     as     metro     man     ,     2010     .     (     voice     )     

ocean’s     thirteen     as      rusty     ryan     ,     2009     .     

se7en     as     mills     ,     2009     .

burn     after     reading     as     chad     ,     2008     .

troy     as     achilles     ,     2008     . 

the     assassination     of     jesse     james     :     by     the     coward     robert     ford     as     jesse     james      ,     2008     .     

interview     with     a     vampire     :     the     vampire     chronicles      as     louis     ,     2007     .  

ocean’s     twelve     as     rusty     ryan     ,     2006     .

the     devils     own      as     rory     devaney     ,     2006     .       

snatch     as      mickey     oneil     ,     2005     .     

12     monkeys     as     jeffrey     goines     ,     2005       .

ocean’s     eleven     as     rusty     ryan     ,     2004     .     

meet     joe     black     as     joe     black     ,     2004      .     

kalifornia      as     early       grayce     ,     2003     . 

thelma     &     louise     as     j.d     ,     2003     .     

the      favor     as     elliot     fowler     ,     2002     .

several     recurring     roles     on     tv     series     ,     2000     -     2003     .

𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃     .     travis     buckley     .     2014

his     self     -     titled     debut     studio     album     ,     came     out     to     over     all     positive     critical     reviews     .     peaking      at     the     billboard     200     charts     at     two     for     a     little     over     two     weeks     .     before     the     album     dropped     in     early     2014     ,     buckley     released     two     singles     aint     worth     the     whiskey     and      alcohol     you     later     both     reaching     top     five     in     the     us     country     charts     .     (   the     album     can     be     found      here     .   )

truck  i  drove  in  highschool      (     mitchell      tenpenny     )

alcohol  you  later     (    mitchell     tenpenny     )

middle  of  a  memory    (     cole     swindell     )

i’ll  be  your  small  town    (    cole     swindell     )

aint  worth  the  whiskey     (    cole     swindell     )  

here     (     mitchell     tenpenny    )

both  sides  of  the  mississippi     (      cole     swindell     )

to  us  it  did     (     mitchell     tenpenny     )  

sterotype     (    cole     swindell     )

black  crow     (     mitchell     tenpenny     ) 

down  home  boys     (     cole     swindell     ) 

the  ones  who  got  me  here    (     cole     swindell     )

𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃     .     mistletoe     sessions     .     2017

a     christmas     album     released     in     november     of     2017     .     (   the     album     can     be     found     here     .   )

neon  christmas     (     mitchell     tenpenny     ) 

snow  angels     (     mitchell     tenpenny     ) 

have  yourself  a  merry  little  christmas     (     mitchell     tenpenny     ) 

naughty  list     (     mitchell     tenpenny     ) 

let  it  snow  !  let  it  snow  !  let  it  snow  !     (     mitchell     tenpenny     ) 

don’t  hang  the  mistletoe      (     mitchell     tenpenny     ) 

joy  to  the  world      (     mitchell     tenpenny     ) 

santa  claus  is  coming  to  town     (     mitchell     tenpenny     ) 

i  hope  it  snows     (     mitchell     tenpenny     ) 

o  holy  night      (      mitchell     tenpenny     )   

𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃     .     telling     all     my     secrets     .     2019

the     second     studio     album     from     country     artist     travis     buckley     .     debuting     more     upbeat     instrumentals     despite     the      relatable     topic     of     love     and     heartbreak     being     the     foundation     of     the     album     .     the     singles     that     preceded     the     album     were     drunk     me     ,     break     up     in     the     end     ,     and     love     you     too     late     .     all     of     which     are     now     certified     double     platinum     tracks      .     a     year     after     it’s     release     the     album     it’s     self     was     certified     platinum     .       (  the     album     can     be     found     here     .   )

losers     (     mitchell     tenpenny     ) 

telling  all  my  secrets     (     mitchell     tenpenny     ) 

outta  my  head     (     cole     swindell     )

love     you     too     late     (    cole   swindell     ) 

horsehoes  and  hand  grenades      (     mitchell     tenpenny     ) 

drunk  me     (     mitchell     tenpenny     ) 

good  and  gone     (     mitchell     tenpenny     )

somebody’s  got  me     (     mitchell     tenpenny     )

broken     up     (    mitchell    tenpenny     )

she  hates  me  too      (     mitchell     tenpenny     )

cant  go  to  church     (    mitchell     tenpenny     )

broke  down    (    cole     swindell     )

break  up  in  the  end (     cole     swindell     )  

𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃     .   going     back     home       .     2021     .

a     third     studio     album     comes     toward     the     end     of     2021     .     welcomed     with     high     critical     acclaim     and     a     number     one     spot     on     the     billboard     200     charts     .     the     first     sample     of     the     album     was     three     singles     bucket     list     ,     mom’s      old     number     ,      and     you     should     be     here     which    were     released     at     the     top     of     the     year     in     an     ep     pack     titled     annabelle     dawson     as     tribute     to     his     mother     ,     who’d     passed     the     year     before    .     later     never     say     never     was     also     released     as     a     fourth     single     .       (    the     album     can     be     found     here     .     )

never     say     never     (     cole    swindell    ) 

up     (     cole    swindell     )

single  saturday  night     (     cole     swindell     ) 

im  gonna  let  her     (     cole     swindell     )  

bucket  list     (     mitchell     tenpenny     )  

party  wasn’t  over     (    cole    swindell     )  

you  should  be  here     (     cole     swindell     ) 

making  my  way  to  you     (     cole     swindell     ) 

stars    (     cole     swindell     ) 

mom’s  old  number     (     cole     swindell     )    

cry  baby     (     mitchell     tenpenny     ) 

she  had  me  at  heads  carolina     (     cole     swindell     )   

𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐒     .     all     released     .

a     compilation     of     all     of     his     singles     ,     most     released     to     promote     their     respective     albums     apart     from     mixed     drinks     and     dangerous     after     dark     which     were     released     during     separate     tour     runs     .     (   you     can     find     her     singles     here     .   )

aint  worth  the  whiskey     (     cole     swindell     )     ,     2013     .

alcohol  you  later     (     mitchell     tenpenny     )     ,     2014     . 

mixed  drinks     (     mitchell     tenpenny     )     ,     2016     .

drunk  me     (      mitchell     tenpenny     )     ,     2018     .    

break  up  in  the  end     (     cole     swindell     )     ,     2018     .

love  you  too  late     (     cole     swindell     )     ,     2019     . 

dangerous  after  dark     (     cole     swindell     )     ,     2020     .

bucket  list     (     mitchell     tenpenny     )     ,     2021     .

mom’s  old  number     (     cole     swindell     )     ,     2021     .

you  should  be  here     (     cole     swindell     )     ,     2021     .  

never  say  never     (     cole     swindell     )     ,     2021     .

𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒     .      

travis     buckley     live     !     tour      (     first     headlining     concert     tour     in     support     of     his     self     -     titled     debut     album     ,     with     11     concerts     in     the     united     states     and     canada     )     .     2016     .      

telling     all     my     secrets     tour    (     second     headlining     concert     tour     in     support     of     his     second     album     telling     all     my     secrets     ,     with     43     concerts     in     north     america     and     australia     )     .     2019     -     2020     .

the     tribute      tour     (     third     headlining     concert     tour     in     support     of     his     third     studio     album     going     back     home     ,     with     51     concerts     in     north     america     ,     united     kingdom     and     australia    )     .     2021     -      2022     .    

#ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ㅤ੭ ᵗʳᵃᵛⁱˢ 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐲 : ❪ ⠀ ⠀ career ⠀ ⠀ ❫ #ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ㅤ੭ ᵗʳᵃᵛⁱˢ 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐲 : ❪ ⠀ ⠀ muse ⠀ ⠀ ❫ #i - yeah this took me too long g bye

[sorcerystudios-writing]

The (Mis)Adventures of Catastrophe: Style Queen

(2079 Words) by Nakira Taisho

Date Posted: (2020-01-11)

Chapters: 25/28

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Chloé Bourgeois/Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Characters: Chloé Bourgeois, Plagg (Miraculous Ladybug)

Additional Tags: Kwami Swap, cat noir!Chloe, The AU no one asked for, shippy starts in ch10, fox!adrien (towards the end)

Summary: Fashion Week has arrived and with it another Akuma...

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanfiction #miraculous #fanfiction #my writing #miraculous ladybug fanfiction #fic: the (mis)adventures of catastrophe #cat!chloe #chloenette

[daggerzine]

Gary Olson talks afternoon into evening! (interview by Eric Eggleson).

It’s been a while since I caught up with Gary Olson of The Ladybug Transistor; he’s quite the busy guy, but he’s never too busy to take time out of his schedule for Dagger. When he told me about a reunion tour and an amazing concert in Norway, I had to find out more. 

How did you end up in the Norwegian festival? (Egersund)  The Ladybug Norway connection goes back a couple of decades now. We had a lot of opportunity to play there in the early 2000s after Albemarle Sound was released. Audiences were great and we developed a lot of lasting friendships. It seemed like a natural place for a reunion. 

What was it like playing the old tunes again? How much preparation went into practice?  Oh, so much fun! It really brought home that we had four distinct writers (Gary, Jeff, Jennifer, and Sasha) in those days and our individual styles rounded into something special. We chose a set list months in advance and made notes… Everyone came prepared as we only had four days for rehearsals. We practiced in Norway as most of us live in different cities these days. Julia and I are in New York, Sasha is in Montana, Jeff is in Burlington, and Jennifer is in Pittsburgh.  

How did you choose your setlist?  We got together in 2019 to play the entire Albemarle Sound record for its 20th anniversary so we stuck with what worked best from that set and added some of the stronger material from Argyle Heir and Self-Titled.  

Many great bands at Egersund, which were you excited to see?  There was so much to see in those few days! High Water Marks, Minus 5, No Ones, Rishis and Teenage Fanclub. A new band called Colored Lights really stood out. They have an LP out soon that you should check out.  

Did you join any of them on stage?  Sasha and Jennifer sat in with the No Ones for a song.  

How long were you in Norway?  A few weeks. We arrived early to settle in, practice and do some sightseeing… hiking in the fjords. It’s a spectacular place to spend time in the summer. I did a duo tour with Ole Johannes (The Loch Ness Mouse) following the Ladybug show so that kept me there an extra couple of weeks. 

The Elephant 6 documentary also aired; was that your first time seeing it? Yes, glad to finally see it. I was waiting for the opportunity to watch it on the big screen in a proper theater. Jeff Baron took part in the Q & A, along with Hilarie from Apples (and The High Water Marks), and Adrian from Elf Power.  

Let’s move on to the reunion tour. Why only these five venues? We had a show at The Andy Warhol Museum booked in fall of 2020 and that got postponed during the pandemic. When they rescheduled for this year, we decided to build a little tour around it. Five shows seemed manageable. If it goes well, we will certainly be open to more.  

Why these venues? Have you played at them before?  We’ve played at Schubas in Chicago many times, but it’s been a while. We played Warhol ages ago. The rest are all new to us.  

Any chance for more dates later?  2024 will be the 25th anniversary of The Albemarle Sound so I hope we have the opportunity to do something special. Feel welcome to make any suggestions!  

Will you be bringing merchandise? (My t-shirts are getting small!)  Yes, working on that now. Sasha is an astrology enthusiast and says this is meant to be the year of Ladybug’s return so we may make some comet themed merch.  

Any news on opening acts? Kyle Forester and his band will open in Brooklyn. It seems especially appropriate as he’s been such a good steward to Ladybug through the years. Giant Day (Derek Almstead and Emily Growden) are opening in Pittsburgh. And we've just confirmed that Derek will be joining us on drums for the November dates.

Will you be playing any new songs? Just the oldies, but It would be fun write some new ones with them. 

And now some updates on your production work. What bands have you been working or will be working with? Finishing some of Phil Sutton’s projects, Love Burns and Pale Lights. He’s a constant in the studio. I just completed an album for Auguste Juillet Meets The Swedish Miles, which is Jay (Hough) from Sapphire Mansions latest project. That should be out later this year. I worked on the new Sloppy Heads album that was recently released. Give them all a spin! 

Are you writing any new music? Your solo album came out in 2020 (Wow, where did the time go?). Loved that, I’m also a huge Loch Ness Mouse fan! How did that come about?  Ole Johannes from Loch Ness has been a close friend since my early visits to Norway. We started writing songs together along with his brother Jørn about six years ago and that evolved into an album. It’s a great partnership and we will do more.  

Looks like Let’s Whisper is your most recent release. (That also includes Jeff!)  Yes, it’s always great to work with the Vermont crew.  

I see Jennifer is releasing another The Garment District album in the fall.  Very excited for Jennifer’s new Garment District album. I got a preview of the vinyl, and it looks and sounds wonderful.  

Well, there you have it, Gary is as friendly today as he was back when I interviewed him many years ago. (Time to check the Dagger archives.) I’ve listed the venues and ticket websites if you’re interested in catching this reunion tour. I know I won’t miss this one. I’m hoping the tour goes well so more cities can be added.  

www.gary-olson.bandcamp.com

www.tapeterecords.de

[brookston]

Holidays 1.28

Holidays

Christa McAuliffe Day

Daisy Day

Data Privacy Day

Global Community Engagement Day

Gone-ta-Pott Day [every 28th]

Great Mental Health Day (UK)

International Lego Day

International Make Your Point Day

International Reducing CO2 Emissions Day

Jackhammer Day

January Revolution and National Police Day (Egypt)

José Marti Memorial Day (Cuba)

King’s Name Day (Sweden)

Love Among the Nations Day

Make Your Point Day

National Amy Day

National Army Day (Armenia)

National Film Day (Argentina)

National Gift of the Ladybug Day

National Kazoo Day

National Pediatrician Day

National Serendipity Day

National Spieling Day

National Tina Day

Number Please Day

Paul Jackson Pollock Day

Pop Art Day

Rattlesnake Roundup Day

Telephone Exchange Day

Thank a Plugin Developer Day

Welcome Home the Heroes from Iraq Day (St. Louis, Missouri)

World Day for the Abolition of Meat Day

Youth Climate Action Day (Indiana)

Food & Drink Celebrations

National Blueberry Pancake Day

4th & Last Saturday in January

Big Garden Birdwatch (UK) [begins 4th Saturday]

Great Fruitcake Toss (Manitou Springs, Colorado) [Last Saturday]

Local Quilt Shop Day [4th Saturday]

National Seed Swap Day [Last Saturday]

Yay Day (Sam & Cat TV Show) [Last Saturday]

Independence Days

Roschfallen (Declared; 2014) [unrecognized]

Feast Days

Agnes (Christian; Saint)

Alan Funt Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

The Apocalypse (Pastafarian)

Black Pepper with Everything Day (Pastafarian)

Charlemagne (Christian; Saint)

Cyril of Alexandria (Christian; Saint)

Ernie (Muppetism)

Glastian of Scotland (Christian; Saint)

John of Reomay (Christian; Saint)

Joseph Freinademetz (Christian; Saint)

Julian of Cuenca (Christian; Saint)

Margaret, Princess of Hungary (Christian; Saint)

Muhammad (Positivist; Saint)

Paulinus (Christian; Saint)

Thaipoosam (India)

Thaipoosam Cavadee (Mauritius)

Thaipusam (Malaysia)

Thomas Aquinas (Christian; Saint)

Thyrsus, Leucius, and Callinions (Christian; Martyrs)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Fortunate Day (Pagan) [6 of 53]

Lucky Day (Philippines) [5 of 71]

Sensho (先勝 Japan) [Good luck in the morning, bad luck in the afternoon.]

Umu Limnu (Evil Day; Babylonian Calendar; 5 of 60)

Premieres

Blue Valentine (Film; 2011)

The Duck Hunt (Disney Cartoon; 1932)

How to Be a Sailor (Disney Cartoon; 1944)

The Ice Age: Adventures of Buck Wild (Animated Film; 2020)

I’m Looking Over a Four-Leaf Clover, by Jean Goldkette (Song; 1927)

La Vie Commence Demain (Film; 1951) [1st X-Rated Film]

The Mechanic (Film; 2011)

My Cherie Amour, by Stevie Wonder (Song; 1969)

Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen (Novel; 1813) [#2]

Red Rock West (Film; 1994)

The Shining, by Stephen King (Novel; 1977)

Sullivan’s Travels (Film; 1942)

We Are the World, recorded by Supergroup USA for Africa (Song; 1985)

Today’s Name Days

Caroline, Karoline, Manfred, Thomas (Austria)

Toma, Tomislav (Croatia)

Otýlie (Czech Republic)

Carolus, Karl, Magnus (Denmark)

Kaarel, Kaarli, Kaaro, Kalle, Karel, Karl, Karli, Karro (Estonia)

Kaarle, Kaarlo, Kalle, Mies (Finland)

Manfred, Thomas (France)

Karl, Karolina, Manfred, Thomas (Germany)

Haris, Palladios (Greece)

Karola, Károly (Hungary)

Tommaso, Valerio (Italy)

Kārlis, Spodris (Latvia)

Gedautas, Leonidas, Nijolė (Lithuania)

Karl, Karoline (Norway)

Agnieszka, Augustyn, Flawian, Ildefons, Julian, Karol, Leonidas, Piotr, Radomir, Roger, Waleriusz (Poland)

Efrem, Iacob, Paladie (Romania)

Alfonz (Slovakia)

Tomás (Spain)

Karl, Karla (Sweden)

Edward (Ukraine)

Carlotta, Charleen, Charlene, Charlotta, Charlotte, Charmaine, Manfred (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 28 of 2023; 337 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 6 of week 4 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Luis (Rowan) [Day 7 of 28]

Chinese: Month 1 (Jia-Yin), Day 7 (Bing-Wu)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 6 Shevat 5783

Islamic: 6 Rajab II 1444

J Cal: 28 Aer; Sunday [28 of 30]

Julian: 15 January 2023

Moon: 50%: 1st Quarter

Positivist: 28 Moses (1st Month) [Muhammad)

Runic Half Month: Elhaz (Elk) [Day 4 of 15]

Season: Winter (Day 39 of 90)

Zodiac: Aquarius (Day 8 of 30)

#calendar #Holidays

[brookstonalmanac]

Holidays 1.28

Holidays

Christa McAuliffe Day

Daisy Day

Data Privacy Day

Global Community Engagement Day

Gone-ta-Pott Day [every 28th]

Great Mental Health Day (UK)

International Lego Day

International Make Your Point Day

International Reducing CO2 Emissions Day

Jackhammer Day

January Revolution and National Police Day (Egypt)

José Marti Memorial Day (Cuba)

King’s Name Day (Sweden)

Love Among the Nations Day

Make Your Point Day

National Amy Day

National Army Day (Armenia)

National Film Day (Argentina)

National Gift of the Ladybug Day

National Kazoo Day

National Pediatrician Day

National Serendipity Day

National Spieling Day

National Tina Day

Number Please Day

Paul Jackson Pollock Day

Pop Art Day

Rattlesnake Roundup Day

Telephone Exchange Day

Thank a Plugin Developer Day

Welcome Home the Heroes from Iraq Day (St. Louis, Missouri)

World Day for the Abolition of Meat Day

Youth Climate Action Day (Indiana)

Food & Drink Celebrations

National Blueberry Pancake Day

4th & Last Saturday in January

Big Garden Birdwatch (UK) [begins 4th Saturday]

Great Fruitcake Toss (Manitou Springs, Colorado) [Last Saturday]

Local Quilt Shop Day [4th Saturday]

National Seed Swap Day [Last Saturday]

Yay Day (Sam & Cat TV Show) [Last Saturday]

Independence Days

Roschfallen (Declared; 2014) [unrecognized]

Feast Days

Agnes (Christian; Saint)

Alan Funt Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

The Apocalypse (Pastafarian)

Black Pepper with Everything Day (Pastafarian)

Charlemagne (Christian; Saint)

Cyril of Alexandria (Christian; Saint)

Ernie (Muppetism)

Glastian of Scotland (Christian; Saint)

John of Reomay (Christian; Saint)

Joseph Freinademetz (Christian; Saint)

Julian of Cuenca (Christian; Saint)

Margaret, Princess of Hungary (Christian; Saint)

Muhammad (Positivist; Saint)

Paulinus (Christian; Saint)

Thaipoosam (India)

Thaipoosam Cavadee (Mauritius)

Thaipusam (Malaysia)

Thomas Aquinas (Christian; Saint)

Thyrsus, Leucius, and Callinions (Christian; Martyrs)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Fortunate Day (Pagan) [6 of 53]

Lucky Day (Philippines) [5 of 71]

Sensho (先勝 Japan) [Good luck in the morning, bad luck in the afternoon.]

Umu Limnu (Evil Day; Babylonian Calendar; 5 of 60)

Premieres

Blue Valentine (Film; 2011)

The Duck Hunt (Disney Cartoon; 1932)

How to Be a Sailor (Disney Cartoon; 1944)

The Ice Age: Adventures of Buck Wild (Animated Film; 2020)

I’m Looking Over a Four-Leaf Clover, by Jean Goldkette (Song; 1927)

La Vie Commence Demain (Film; 1951) [1st X-Rated Film]

The Mechanic (Film; 2011)

My Cherie Amour, by Stevie Wonder (Song; 1969)

Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen (Novel; 1813) [#2]

Red Rock West (Film; 1994)

The Shining, by Stephen King (Novel; 1977)

Sullivan’s Travels (Film; 1942)

We Are the World, recorded by Supergroup USA for Africa (Song; 1985)

Today’s Name Days

Caroline, Karoline, Manfred, Thomas (Austria)

Toma, Tomislav (Croatia)

Otýlie (Czech Republic)

Carolus, Karl, Magnus (Denmark)

Kaarel, Kaarli, Kaaro, Kalle, Karel, Karl, Karli, Karro (Estonia)

Kaarle, Kaarlo, Kalle, Mies (Finland)

Manfred, Thomas (France)

Karl, Karolina, Manfred, Thomas (Germany)

Haris, Palladios (Greece)

Karola, Károly (Hungary)

Tommaso, Valerio (Italy)

Kārlis, Spodris (Latvia)

Gedautas, Leonidas, Nijolė (Lithuania)

Karl, Karoline (Norway)

Agnieszka, Augustyn, Flawian, Ildefons, Julian, Karol, Leonidas, Piotr, Radomir, Roger, Waleriusz (Poland)

Efrem, Iacob, Paladie (Romania)

Alfonz (Slovakia)

Tomás (Spain)

Karl, Karla (Sweden)

Edward (Ukraine)

Carlotta, Charleen, Charlene, Charlotta, Charlotte, Charmaine, Manfred (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 28 of 2023; 337 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 6 of week 4 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Luis (Rowan) [Day 7 of 28]

Chinese: Month 1 (Jia-Yin), Day 7 (Bing-Wu)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 6 Shevat 5783

Islamic: 6 Rajab II 1444

J Cal: 28 Aer; Sunday [28 of 30]

Julian: 15 January 2023

Moon: 50%: 1st Quarter

Positivist: 28 Moses (1st Month) [Muhammad)

Runic Half Month: Elhaz (Elk) [Day 4 of 15]

Season: Winter (Day 39 of 90)

Zodiac: Aquarius (Day 8 of 30)

#Holidays

[belovedcherie]

I posted 498 times in 2022

That's 498 more posts than 2021!

94 posts created (19%)

404 posts reblogged (81%)

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I tagged 497 of my posts in 2022

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Longest Tag: 139 characters

#if i had a penny for everytime we were worried bakugou died i'd have 2 pennies which isnt a lot but its concerning that it happened twice..

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

THAT TEASER IS GOING TO PUT ME IN A DAMN COMA

9 notes - Posted July 1, 2022

#4

thoughts on multiplication

bc i need to scream about this SOMEWHERE. LIKE WOW. OKAY.

obviously spoilers are under the cut !!

tld;r: yelling abt adrien and WHAT ARE EVERYONES INTENTIONS??

ADRIEN FALLING FOR MARINETTE ADRIEN FALLING FOR MARINETTE ADRIEN FALLING FOR MARINETTE ADRIEN FALLING FOR MARINETTE

yes im gonna yell about this first because adrienette holds my HEART YOU DONT UNDERSTAND THEY R EVERYTHING TO ME </3

ive been waiting for adrien to pin for marinette in canon for so long and season 3 def delivered with the little stares he was giving her BUT NOW THAT ITS FRFR HAPPENING?? HIS BLUSH WHEN HE LOOKS AT HER IN THE MORNING? HIM IMMEDIATELY CALLING HER UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT TO TELL HER HOW SPECIAL SHE IS? SOBBING

okay but the fact that he probs tried to kiss her every. day. we only saw 3 sequences but if that montage happened over the span of several weeks..... i am swooning. i am in tears. shambles.

adrien had me KICKING MY FEET AND RUNNING LAPS OKAY I HAD TO PAUSE SO MANY TIMESSDHFK

that being said before i write an essay on light of my life adrien lets talk abt,,,

reverse love square??

i love the idea of reverse love square bc adrien being a lovesick fool for marinette is my aesthetic but iM JUST HJDGSFSGKF BC OF THE TIMINGG

i was kinda hoping for some sudden rapid development today but im not complaining at all dw 🙏🏾 simp-drien is enough

the ladynoir moments are real cute tho :( them playing cards im cryingsdjhs

im excited to see the ship dynamic in the future episodes heheheh

GABRIEL. AGRESTE.

this man becomes more of a loser every episode what else is there to say

him digitalizing adrien.... funny... not funny haha...funny weird....

i hate when this guy gets smarter cuz he always has some wack trick up his sleeve 😔 but i wanna know more abt those weird siri rings

ALSO HOW DOES TOMOE PLAY IN THIS?? i think she knows hes hawkmoth but why is she helping him?? ik they were leading up to their partnership before so i guess we'll finally see why they were so secretive in the past!!

lie-la

i was gonna talk abt her in the gabriel point but this girl is so annoying she deserves one for herself

SHE GETS ON MY LAST NERVEEE

the genuine irritation i feel whenever i see her character on screen is actually funny

"ladybugs just a kid we need to forgive her ;(" GIRL I HOPE PARIS CAN FORGIVE U FOR THE CRIMES YOU'VE COMMITTED??

im sorry theres nothing productive to say abt her other than the fact that it seems shes going to play a bigger role this season (sadly) (but also yay cuz she brings the spice)

okay last point is abt felix

HELP WHEN HE APPEARED AT THE END 💀💀 THIS GUY WAS HERE THE WHOLE TIME????

i hope and PRAY he treats dusuu well homegirls been going through it D:

WHAT. ARE. HIS. INTENTIONS.

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i saw miraculous was trending and i was like OMG IS THERE FINALLY A NEW SEASON 5 EP?? but it was just beau 😭

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HI so um. back in 2020 kade made this meme thing and i dont think ive ever recovered from it bc I WAS SO TOUCHED LIKE 🙁 NOBODYS EVER MADE ME A MEME BEFORE

since we started talking again a month (+ a day bc i am late) ago i had the idea to make him one in return bc TALKING TO U MAKES ME SO HAPPY AND U DESERVE THE WORLD !!!

sooo here ya go @luymani ILYSM!! happy one month anniversary /p (that sounded way funnier in my head im so sorry LMAO)

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My #1 post of 2022

thinking abt my son syaoran li ♡

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #omg fun !! #i dont have much stuff cuz i started my blog in the summer but lets try to beat some of these stats next year :D #the bakugo thing being my longest tag LMAO #long post #cherie's chats

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young immortals (are the first to die)

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Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

TW: major character death (sort of, temporary), blood, asphyxiation, burns, self harm (one instance, not graphic, but of the stabbing variety), vomiting, suicidal thoughts, suicide attempt, drowning. please let me know if there are any other warnings you would like me to tag.

Word Count: 3,713

Originally Published: June 5, 2020

Summary: It all started in September.

By the time the following January rolls around, every kid in her class knows what it is like to die.

(AU where as long as one is in possession of a working miraculous, they cannot die.)

Transfer Notes: Unable to add proper spacing between scenes; tumblr keeps eating it.

i. The Eiffel Tower fell.

The point is that the Eiffel Tower fell, and that—that is not something that could happen without fatalities.

It’s back now, but that’s not the point.

She checks the news, the reports, asks around a little.

No one is dead.

Or—they were, but the miraculous cure had fixed it.

He hits it with a sickening crunch, and does not get back up.

ii. Chat is flung face first into a brick wall by an Akuma that’s four hundred and eighty kilos of pure steel and muscle.

His body is a mess of black leather and blood and awkward limbs at even more awkward angles, and she lets out a guttural scream of rage and fights with a ferocity she never has before.

By the time it is over, he’s back on his own two feet again.

Marinette swallows, closes out the tabs she had opened on her computer, and very carefully does not think about what this might mean for her, specifically.

The miraculous cure, she dismisses. The miraculous cure, he agrees. The miraculous cure, every reporter and journalist and half-bit blog across the city will come to decree.

Neither of them talk about the terrified look in Chat’s eyes after, or how skittish he is for the next several battles.

A miraculous cure, indeed.

iii. Marinette’s turn comes when some guy with sticky fingers and a habit of getting caught (now with even stickier fingers and the ability to summon just about anything to his hold) locks her in a goddamn bank vault.

(Or perhaps not.)

Because of course, he would think it was too easy to go after such an obvious target, even though he’d already proven many times that practically no target was easy for him, and of course, he would find that shit fucking hilarious.

Throw Ladybug in with a limited oxygen supply that’s rapidly being burned up, plus smoke, sure, instant party.

The only problem: he threw her in the vault, along with many large palettes holding several hundred thousands of euros, as well as records of hundreds of stocks and bonds, and a goddamn Molotov cocktail.

Ha bloody ha.

Without worrying about any bodily functions besides breathing, she might’ve lasted a couple weeks, though it would’ve been hard. Factoring in the inevitable starvation and dehydration, it would’ve likely rounded out to around three days. (She’s done the calculations. It still keeps her up at night, and having these answers—well, it soothes some sort of morbid curiosity, she supposes.)

She ends up making it forty minutes, which probably would’ve been longer, if not for the smoke inhalation and her screaming herself hoarse yelling for help and running around the room trying to find a way out.

Luckily, she has a great partner, who eventually manages to cataclysm the vault door and then gets the hell out of dodge to restore his kwami as soon as she starts moving.

She chokes-vomits-coughs and lunges to her feet, dangerously off-balanced but already swinging.

She’s not sure how much time she lost in between.

It is the first time.

iv. “I wasn’t just unconscious earlier, was I?” She asks that night, and Tikki goes uncharacteristically quiet.

It is not the last.

Marinette doesn’t try to make eye contact with the kwami because she already knows it’ll be a futile effort. Instead, she continues brushing her hair, her hands shaking only slightly as she keeps her strokes steady, fighting not to have a breakdown. She’s already had two of those today, she doesn’t need another one.

She pauses, and lifts the hair there to reveal pale, utterly average skin. There are no signs of the burns that had wrapped around it only hours earlier, and there never will be.

She breathes deeply, evenly, and reminds herself that she can not afford falling apart even further this week.

She brushes a little too hard, and the bristles poke through and scrape her neck.

“Tikki?” She prompts, not missing the goddess’s lack of an answer.

There’s another long moment of silence, before Tikki finally says, “No. No, you weren’t just unconscious.”

Marinette does not ask the next question and Tikki does not answer it; both are too proud for that, and too scared.

They both know what would’ve been said, anyway.

Was I dead?

Yes.

...so maybe, it’s not the miraculous cure, then. Or, at least, not all of it.

v. She tests it. Of course she tests it.

(She so, so wishes it was.)

This is the kind of thing that is dangerous not to know.

“I’m going to stab myself,” she tells Chat, who is looking less and less sure of this plan by the second. “And you’re going to let me bleed out, and then you’re going to wait. If I don’t get back up, take my miraculous and use the cure. If something goes wrong, go to Master Fu.”

She hates not knowing the extent of this.

She hates herself for asking him to do this even more.

He sucks in a shallow, shuttering breath, and when he nods it looks painful.

But they have to do this.

She has to do this.

This is the kind of thing that’s dangerous not to know.

So she stabs herself, and he waits, and eventually her eyes flutter open, and when they separate that night, there’s nothing but a puddle of blood and vomit to show that any of it ever happened at all—not even a wound.

vi. It all started in September.

vii. Her mind is not a very pretty place sometimes.

By the time the following January rolls around, every kid in her class knows what it is like to die.

In fact, more often than not, it is a rather cluttered, anxious one.

It’s why she does things like write out all of her friends’ schedules—it helps her keep up with what’s going on in their lives and make sure not to miss important events, yes, but it also makes it a lot easier to make plans, both as a friend and as class president, and it’s a lot easier to have a visual representation of how everyone’s time is going to be blocked out and have it all laid out in front of her so she’s not constantly stressing about having forgotten something or gotten things mixed up.

It’s why she rambles—she gets panicked or nervous or uncomfortable and all of a sudden her brain just locks onto the nearest thing it can grab in the conversation out of some desperate urge of make it go away make it stop, and then she just digs herself a deeper and deeper hole until someone manages to do or say something to take the metaphorical shovel of anxiety out of her hands.

And sometimes those paths of thought are not the greatest.

But they’re there.

It’s also why it’s so easy to latch onto a single idea sometimes and just not let go. Yes, sometimes she can’t focus on one thing to save her life because her thoughts just won’t let her because there’s so many of them and they’re all moving around so fast and loud, and it’s like she’s trying to find the book she just put down when she hasn’t cleaned her room for three weeks, but sometimes it can also be like she just re-organized her desk and it might be a mess again but she knows where everything is and she just ignores the rest of her room because she doesn’t want to deal with all that, too, and if she just ignores it it can’t get any worse, right? And—the point. The point is that her mind is a very messy place, but sometimes that allows for very clear and obvious paths of thought amidst the chaos, that just never seem to end.

And they sure do make a lot of sense when she’s thinking them.

Marinette eyes her shears thoughtfully, absentmindedly running a finger down one of the edges.

“Marinette,” Tikki says. Only it’s not really Tikki, it’s the goddess, and some part of her is aware that Tikki is a goddess and Tikki is the goddess, but another part of her makes a distinct difference between the two. This time, the goddess’s voice is low, and dangerous, and it sounds like a warning.

Marinette’s finger stops moving, and she drags her gaze back to the assignment she’s supposed to be working on, but her hand doesn’t move from where it rests lightly across the handle of the shears.

viii. Her parents are bakers, and they don’t have any employees working for them other than themselves, which means they’re busy.

“Just wondering, Tikki,” she mutters, and buries herself back in the equations before the kwami can probe further.

Every day of the week, they wake up long before the sun rises, work all day, close the business, clean the whole shop, prep for the next day, and more often than not are in bed before the sun sets again.

But, sometimes, just every once in a while, they make exceptions, things they block out weeks if not months in advance, for just one or two days where they don’t have to work.

And when they know they have a day where they don’t have to worry about things being set up properly for tomorrow or having to get up early to start baking, they sometimes take advantage of that in the form of date nights.

The thing is, her parents plan things like this weeks in advance, so Marinette knows about it weeks in advance, and there’s this thought that’s been sitting in her throat, cramping her lungs, and it’s rash and raw and impulsive and not a good idea, but she’s feeling rash and raw and impulsive more and more often these days and bad ideas are the only ones she can hold in her mouth long enough to swallow because the good ones never taste like blood.

Then she strips until she’s only in her underthings and a pair of exercise pants that won’t weigh down when they get wet, goes upstairs, fills the tub, sets her phone on the vanity with the stopwatch ready to be set, and makes sure Tikki is clear on the plan, no matter how vehemently she objects to it.

And then she sits down in the water—icy cold because she can’t stand the taste of it warm and she needs to be awake for this, needs to know—takes a shaky breath, gives a nod to Tikki, and slowly lowers herself into the water, a suitcase of stones she’d been picking up since she found out about the date night sitting on her chest because she couldn’t find any cinderblocks.

So she waits for date night, double then triple checks the time they’ll be back, waits more for the inevitable one last thing I almost forgot that they come back to get, makes sure all her friends know that she’s not going to be home tonight because she has plans with her Nonna outside of the city, even though she hasn’t talked to her Nonna in what feels like years.

The water covers her face. She can barely move, barely breathe.

Tikki starts the timer.

(And Marinette finds that she can finally scream.

The water swallows it all.)

(She drowns a lot quicker than she burned, and when she wakes up Tikki has to transform her to help her get the suitcase off, because she’s not strong enough as Marinette, that was the whole point, but that was okay, that was the plan.)

(So she can come back in her civilian form, too.)

ix. It all started in September.

(She loses four hours, that time, according to the stopwatch.)

x. Within the first eight months of being Ladybug, Marinette dies a total of forty-two times.

By the time May rolls around, the suicide rate of the city of Paris has tripled.

By the time she turns fifteen, she’s lost count.

xi. At the beginning of all this, it had been all abstract concepts. Creation. Destruction. Magic. Villains and heroes, and the things they could do to one another.

At the beginning, it had all seemed absurd, like some elaborate scheme set up to prank the whole city, or a daydream or a fairy tail or simply a very dedicated group of cosplayers.

At the beginning.

But this isn’t the beginning anymore, and they know better now.

At the beginning, they hadn’t thought it all out, hadn’t considered the implications; hadn’t been ready to reach the conclusions that were there waiting for them.

There is phantom pain from injuries that by all accounts never happened, and scars that ache where there is only smooth skin.

There is death, and the dubious pleasure of returning from it.

There is no creation and destruction and magic and villains and heroes. The people are not so stupid as to cling to those things anymore.

The people have seen them run through broken bones, fight with half their guts hanging out, punch each other in the face and throw each other into the Seine and walk away with a blown kiss and a wink and a smile that still somehow says you’re my best friend.

The people have seen them walk off being thrown through walls, burned alive, having their throats slit.

The people have seen more than enough.

Eventually, there comes a point where they can’t pretend they haven’t anymore.

Alya’s old Ladyblog posts begin to make the rounds again—the ones about the exhibit, about The Pharaoh and how thousands and thousands of years ago Ladybug was fighting and how she’s still fighting.

Goddess, Alya had said, half joking and half not, having seen the front lines very close very soon and having been the first to start seeing the situation for what it was, before anyone else, and that word starts to make the rounds again, too, brings up other things, brings up warrior angel and guardian and Other and immortal and not us, not quite, not human and Marinette aches because she’s not sure if any of them are true or not and this is one of those things that Tikki won’t talk to her about.

The rest of the world thinks Paris is still a paradise, thinks the videos and pictures are edited, thinks it’s a publicity stunt, thinks that tourists who come back and claim otherwise with a tremor in their voice and a terror in their eyes that wasn’t there before just ate something funny, or got real shitfaced and did some stupid things and that was enough to stay with them in the form of some horrid fever dream, and that’s fine; they like it that way.

Let the world think Paris is a paradise, and by god leave them alone to pick up their own messes, because once things like immortal hero reach the wrong ears, nothing good will happen, and Paris protects their own; Paris protects Ladybug and Chat Noir.

Because in the end, it doesn’t matter whether the duo is human or not.

Not really.

Perhaps one day everyone else will wisen up and try to take them away, but the entire city and every person in it will burn to the ground before they let them.

xii. Buzzfeed France posts a Which Miraculous Holder Are You quiz.

It’ll be nothing they haven’t done before.

One of the questions is What is your least favorite way to die?

Everyone else sees it as capitalizing on the popularity of these fun characters that seemingly popped out of nowhere, and the aforementioned question as hyperbole; or perhaps they meant What would be your least favorite way to die?

(No.

They knew what they were doing, knew what they were saying, knew what they were implying.

Others see it as hyperbole, misunderstanding, a mistake, but the Parisians know, and quietly fill in the correct answers, trying not to think about the memories attached to them.

xiii. The third time Marinette gives Nino a miraculous is also the first time he dies with it.

It’s rather telling, that they have favorites for that sort of thing these days.)

Meaning, the first time he’s come back without the cure being responsible for it. She does not know what it is like to be brought back by the cure herself, but from the things she’s heard, she imagines that it’s an entirely different breed from what she’s used to, and if anything, his reaction proves it.

She gives a wry, awful smile that she knows cracks around the edges, and marvels at how horrible of a friend she is, to have ever thought it was okay to bring her friends into this any more than they already were.

“It never is.”

When she goes to collect it afterward, he hands the box back to her with wide, wide eyes and fingers that shake so much he almost drops it, and then swallows thickly, and says, “This wasn’t what I thought it would be.”

(Unlike Nino, Alya never says anything, because she’s been watching long enough to know that even the grit and grime the world sees sometimes isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.

xiv. It all started in September.

There is no vindication in knowing that she was right.)

By the time next September rolls around, she has more and more experiments lined up, more things, ideas, theories to test, because she must’ve died a thousand times by now and she’s not sure if the time between dead and undead is getting longer or shorter but it’s sure doing something and she’s going to keep dying and dying until she gets her answers.

xv. She drops by the hotel, sometimes, to visit Jagged and Fang and Penny when they’re in town, and more than once during those visits she’s seen Chloé kick up a fuss or throw a tantrum and either take it all out on her butler or leave him to clean up the mess left after.

He tells her that the Bourgeois family pays a handsome figure, and someday, when there is not a Ladybug around to save the day, when no magic cure comes, when his death arrives and finally sticks and he doesn’t have to deal with the aftermath of it one more time, all of that handsome figure will be going to his family, and he can very well put up with a spoiled teenager and her mood swings until then.

That’s not the full story, she can tell, but everything he said felt true enough, so she figures that this part of it is the best she’s going to get, and lets it be.

(It never quite occurs to her that she’s only a kid, and maybe she should be using all that time trying to live, instead.)

It unnerves her that he has already started planning for the day he dies—that he does not speak of doing so because he is an adult and he should be prepared for the eventuality, or because he’s worried about some accident, or health complications, but that he attributes the plans solely to the veritable magic war raging in their streets day in and day out, that has claimed so many before and that he believes will be the thing that will finally claim him, with no refunds, no returns; that he says when and not if this fight that he’s not even really a part of will kill him.

It unnerves her how flippantly he talks about it, like he doesn’t care one way or the other, but is just waiting for the day it happens, and until then, it will entertain him well enough to simply plan for his (real) inevitable death.

xvi. Anxiety towards the next and the now comes around, because people are asking if she’s been thinking about what she’s going to do after she graduates yet, if she’s researched the possibilities at all, and as it all comes to a head at once, she sits at her computer and hesitates.

It makes her wonder if she should start planning for hers.

Which first? She taps her pen against her desk thoughtfully.

She’s also thought about what might happen if Hawk Moth gets her miraculous, and she dies, and can’t be brought back. She’s wondered if when they kill Hawk Moth (and she’s thought about this, too—they will kill him, because he must be the only person in Paris who has not died before and that is his fault and what is justice if they only serve the first course?), and then after, when they take his miraculous, if they’ll have to give theirs back to the Guardian. She’s wondered if, either way, when all is said and done, she’ll just die anyway, because this miraculous war will finally be over and whatever magic has been keeping her from splitting at the seams for so long will have no reason to do so anymore.

And in that uncertainty lies a problem.

She’s thought about the future before, sometimes, a little bit—schools she vaguely noted to look into, information for a few different scholarships scribbled in her notebooks somewhere, ideas about which majors and degrees she might want to try for.

So.

She’s only fifteen.

xvii. Marinette Dupain-Cheng greets sixteen by throwing herself off a bridge.

Plans for university, or plans for if I die?

These are the choices she has to make.

A few hours later, she walks out of the river below it, soaking wet and completely unscathed.

Just a test, it’s just a test.

Tikki looks at her, long and hard and the most intense she’s been in ages.

She’s had practice with it, after all.

This is not her first test.

Marinette very carefully does not meet her eye.

xviii. It all started in September.

Just a test just a test just a test–

But it keeps going, and it doesn’t stop.

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