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wisteriasymphony · 15 days

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The LuckyBug Miracle Team Sucks - TWEOS AU Analysis

(4 individuals who don't work for their miraculous, and 1 person that does)

Just to start off, yes, I am analyzing my own work. Nobody really has the same depth of information on this other than me, after all. I want to get more into these sorts of things, because I like to organize my thinking behind the choices I make in this fic, and maybe even draw people into my work as well!

Lucky Lucky Ladybug - Viperius - CARA.PACE - Renared - Chat Noir

These are the five main holders of the LuckyBug Team before CN quits at the start of TWEOS. We're going to be talking about why most of them suck at their job (but mostly why Lucky chose terrible miraculouses for her peers), starting from worst to best synergy.

Viperius - Snake of Intuition

The ideal holder of the Snake Miraculous is someone who is level-headed, wise, and capable.

Luka Marcel Couffaine is the exact opposite of all of these things.

In TWEOS, Luka Couffaine is as far removed from empathy as humanly possible, making him a terrible superhero in general, much less one with a power as important as interrupting the flow of time. Luka never goes out of his way to explore his abilities, rarely involves himself in battle unless forced to, and put more thought into giving his superhero form a sexy haircut than into being a good teammate. He is explicitly only a superhero for the money it brings in even though he is already the son of a world-famous rockstar. Luka is not intuitive or wise, he is shallow and self-serving.

More Suitable Miraculous: None of them. Maybe the Mouse so he can multiply and go fuck himself.

CARA.PACE - Turtle of Protection

The ideal holder of the Turtle Miraculous is someone who is stable, sacrificial, and steadfast.

Nicolas Ibrahim Lahiffe, unfortunately, falls short of the mark.

While not as outwardly shitty as Luka, Nino also lacks the right qualities in an effective superhero. Nino is the type of person who, as Quinton Reviews once perfectly put it, "would rather be chill than be right". Nino is laid-back and likes to show off with his Miraculous, enjoying how cool it makes him look while still helping out at the end of the day. ...But he's not exactly protective. If anyone even stood up to Lucky being physically abusive, it should've been him. But Nino does not protect the weak, because he is the kind of person to stand on the sidelines. Nino is not a source of stability, he's too much of a laid-back (and often cowardly) jokester to protect anyone.

More Suitable Miraculous: Monkey, Pig.

Renared - Fox of Illusion

The ideal holder of the Fox Miraculous is someone who is cunning, sly, and witty.

Aaliyah Thérèse Césaire is trying so hard to make it work, but is underserved by what she's been given.

If anyone in the team has the braincells, it's Alya. Alya can draft up plans with her Holo-Illusions like second nature, strategize on the fly, and takes to her ability to make diagrams out of thin air like a fish to water. ...But that's not what the Illusions are for, is it? As natural for her determined nature, she strives to bend her miraculous to her will anyways, rarely ever using her Illusions to actually distract and more to help her with her thankless job of the actual team leader. It makes sense that she would function this way, though! Alya is a proponent of the truth through and through, and is rather blunt often to the point of being brutally honest. Alya is not cunning, she is forthright and stubborn. If only she got a miraculous to reflect that.

More Suitable Miraculous: Ox, Rooster, Bee

Lucky Lucky Ladybug - Ladybug of Creation

The ideal holder of the Ladybug Miraculous is someone who is creative, compassionate, and clever.

Marinette Anne Louise Dupain-Cheng is this in all the wrong fucking ways.

It does take a creative person to formulate a plan to woo your celebrity crush with a perfect version of you. It takes someone who knows how to be compassionate to so effectively deny a shred of it to Chat Noir. It takes a clever person to make up a fake eulogy. And yet, at the same time, Lucky Lucky Ladybug is hindered by her hot-headed entitlement and her need to be the center of attention. She lets her team do the creative work, weaponizes her compassion as something to market herself with, and is somehow so caught up in her own world that she ignores evidence of Adrien being a relationship when it is staring her in the face. Marinette is best described as an embodiment of "creation" only in the sense that she will one day orchestrate her own undoing.

More Suitable Miraculous: Anything would be better than the Ladybug. That way she isn't brainwashing people anymore.

Chat Noir/Errant - Black Cat of Destruction

The ideal— Actually, let's break from convention for this one.

If anyone is fit to embody Destruction, it is Adrien fucking Agresté.

Once you get deep enough into TWEOS, Adrien is by far the most emotionally turbulent character out of any of them. It helps that the narration is so often colored by his input, but his range is exceptional and takes up a significant focus of the story. He is the mostly openly self-destructive and suicidal, romanticizing the idea of dying with his girlfriend, but is equally willing to destroy others in pursuit of his goals.

It's also worth taking into account that TWEOS is essentially a corruption arc. The whole point of the story is to witness his circumstances tear him apart, unearth his traumas, show a version of Adrien that becomes bitter and violent and vengeful. What power would suit a vengeful, violent person better than the power to destroy things?

Conclusion

In short, it's meant to be incredibly ironic that the only holder that truly embodies their miraculous is the one that quits. The entire ordeal is a stageplay put on by higher powers, of course it's more important to them that their puppets are obedient more than anything.

Of course, this isn't to say that synergy between a person and their miraculous is a good thing, either; That's what makes the eventual magic-induced insanity even worse, after all. This is what killed Emilie, what's ruining Marinette's relationships, and what is starting to happen to Adrien as well.

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celestiall0tus · 5 months

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I present you all with turtle!Luka

Took the Female!Luka turtle design I had and converted it into this. honestly, I like this version so much more

#miraculous #miraculous ladybug #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #au #miraculous au #alternate universe #fanart #miraculous fanart #design #digital art #luka couffaine #luka miraculous #mlb luka #luka #turtle miraculous #turtle kwami #kwami swap

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goggles-mcgee · 5 months

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Ashes of Rage: Act 1 - It Would Take A Miracle

Chapter 4 of the story for @miner249er

AO3 Last Chapter

Summary: Luka's heart had never felt so broken, his world so dark and his music so static. He hasn't had any motivation to do anything besides stay in bed. It would take a miracle to make him do so...or a sympathetic and determined kwami.

It Would Take A Miracle:

Static.

All he could hear was static.

There were no melodies, there were no solos, there were no symphonies. All it was was disheartening static and Luka didn’t know what to do. His life three days ago had been so loud and comforting but now it was silent, muddled and so dark. He felt listless and refused to get out of bed. It was a good thing that he and Juleka got their own rooms finally, it had taken a lot of convincing for his mom to let them clean out one of the storage rooms and turn it into his new bedroom. It had actually been Marinette who had convinced his stubborn mom and it had made Marinette all the more wonderful. She was always incredible, but seeing her out stubborn the most stubborn person in Luka’s life had only made him love and value her more. A fresh wave of tears washed over the forlorn teen at the thought of his crush and friend. His heart twinged with a twisted pain he was slowly getting used to. Pain. He was in so much pain. He wanted it gone. He wanted her back. But like every time before, his pleas and wishes were ignored and just led to more heartbreak.

His appetite was all but gone and he barely ate what his mom made or bought him, he still drank though and maybe that was why she wasn’t pushing. He hadn’t showered in three days but with the way he was feeling he knew it would be longer. It was hard to get out of bed even if it was to use the restroom, taking a shower just felt like too much work. He would see the shower and a barrage of thoughts would crash into him, reminding him all he would have to do to feel clean again and it was like he was tranquilized or something because he would just feel this bone-deep tiredness that wouldn’t go away no matter what he did so it would just lead to him laying in his bed and starting the twisted routine all over again. It was like he was in one of those groundhog day movies or like his own power Second Chance, was glitching and not letting him out of the situation.

Luka’s emotions felt too big for his body, his skin itched with his frustration and the days passed without a shower, his teeth ached in his longing, his muscles screamed in his sadness, his heart clenched in its breaking and his lungs drowned in his guilt. As much as he craved to do something, anything he also couldn’t help the thoughts of ‘why?’ Why do anything at all when his world had crashed and burned around him? Why plead for things to be different when his prayers fell on deaf ears? Why get up when nothing he did would bring back Marinette? It was a lot and there was never a break form the never-ending torture. Not even his dreams were safe. Dreaming of Marinette led to more heartache even if the dream was normal to past ones he had had that had previously brought him endless joy. The nightmares were the worst but he would take them over the bittersweet ones that just made his longing deeper and his hope stronger. But reality would hit him once his eyes opened and he would cry for many minutes, maybe even hours. Time didn’t register to him really.

The only reason he knew how long it had been since he had showered was because of his mom and Juleka. He knew they were trying to help but he had been angrier than he honestly expected after Paris learned of Team Miraculous’ Finale Fight, he hated it but that was what everyone had now dubbed it. It hadn’t been a fight, at least not from his and the rest of the team’s point of view. No one knew what exactly happened in the underground chamber since the only ones who could tell them were two comatose Kwamis and three villains who would probably twist the events. It was hard to come to the realization that Chat Noir was Adrien Agreste, even for Luka who had the unique skill of ‘reading someone’s heart.’ That’s what others referred to it as but according to his long talks with Sass, Luka seemed to be someone who could read a person’s aura which mixed with his Synesthesia. He had Chromesthesia, specifically, but his was more along the lines of seeing color and the color had a sound. He saw colors in a lot of things but it was constantly people, their auras and tones of voice would bring color and the color would bring the music.

It did get overwhelming sometimes and it had been a big factor in him doing his schooling online for a while which turned into permanently. He just enjoyed it more than when he did go to school and his former teachers told him they saw remarkable improvement in his grades. He still met up with his friends, they still hung out and had study sessions, so he was still a social teen but he didn’t have to worry about migraines or coming across weird to other people who weren’t his friends. His former bandmates in Kitty Section had also been really understanding and never treated him differently and helped him when some days were just too much. But they changed, their music’s changed and it had been jarring, when he eventually left the band he knew it had been inevitable. There was no doubt in Luka’s mind that if he hadn’t quit he would have been ‘politely’ fired and he had strong feelings about that. The one constant had been Marinette, when the others changed she didn’t. She remained strong and melodious.

Even if she was going through something her melody was still recognizable. He was still coming to terms with the fact he would never hear her song any time soon or ever. She had been there when he left the band, she had been there when he begun fighting with Juleka more than normal and she had been there when he decided to get to know his dad more. She had been such a strong light guiding him through some of the roughest seas he had ever experienced. Kagami had also been a constant presence before everything happened. She was a calming presence and often kept him and Marinette from getting lost in their projects. Both he and Marinette tended to get distracted easily and they both fed off each other’s energy and Kagami would be the one to keep them grounded and focused. Kagami’s music was a new sound he had gotten used to hearing and it was easily in his list of top ten songs from people he heard. When Marinette, Kagami and he would get together he would hear such wonderful melodies.

Marinette had often joked that they were the Three Musketeers with how often they would hang out together when they could. Without Marinette it felt like a knife to the heart to use the group chat between the three that was titled as such so he and Kagami never touched it when they spoke. Phone calls were still too much for Luka at the moment so the two just texted each other but it still brought him comfort all the same. That was probably another reason why his mother wasn’t pushing too much, it probably would have been a different story if he had cut off all his friends but especially Kagami since his mom knew how close they along with Marinette were. But he still overheard his mom talking on the phone over how worried she was and how she didn’t know what to do. Luka always felt like telling her she was doing all she could and just comfort her but he didn’t have the energy. He suspected she was talking to his dad or Penny, most likely both. He knew from the sounds of it his dad wasn’t doing so well either with the news.

“Snakelet…”

The voice of his Kwami cut through the current haze Luka found himself in but he couldn’t bring himself to look at his friend but he did manage to hum as a response.

“I have thought about what I could say that would make you feel better for ages. I came to the conclusion that no words I could offer would make you happy. Nor satisfied. But I don’t want to leave you with no words from me. I…I am lost. I have been through this situation more times than I’d like to admit and yet all those instances have left me with no answers.” Sass admitted in his soft voice as he flew to sit in front of Luka’s face on his pillow. Luka couldn’t look away, he wouldn’t look away, he knew it would hurt his small friend if he did so.

“Though there are few words I can give you that express my condolences and support, I simply will say, I am here for you.” Sass said and did his best to give Luka a hug, though it was more like he laid himself on Luka’s nose. “I am here for you and I will continue to be here if ever you need me.”

Luka felt himself begin to cry again, which astounded him as he felt like he was all out of tears. “Sass…” He choked out, he tried his best not to sound like he was going to sob but he knew he failed when he felt Sass try to hug him harder.

“What do I do?” He asked in a small voice once his small cry ended. Sass was no longer on his nose but instead sat in his hands as he finally sat up after what felt like ages.

“ We do our best to move forward.”

“We?”

“I did say I will be with you. I mean it, every step of the way, I will be here.” Sass didn’t say he promised but Luka could hear it in his tone of voice. It was a promise but it felt like more. It felt like a lifeline.

Luka couldn’t really think of an appropriate response without risk of crying again and he already had a cry-headache settling in. “What…What do we do?”

“We need to go to…Ladybug’s house, her room specifically.” Luka was about to protest that suggestion, because he was absolutely not ready to do that. He didn’t think he would ever be ready. “I know that is probably the last thing you want to do Snakelet, but I can’t communicate with the other Kwami to see if one of their holders can do it. The Miracle Box is sitting in…Ladybug’s room unknown and unprotected. If someone with ill intentions were to find it there would be great difficulties and more tragedy.”

“More?” Luka felt his anger rise at an alarming speed. “Hasn’t there been enough?”

“Luka…I understand you are in pain and worried. I…I am also going through the same. My friends are unconscious and unresponsive…I…I can barely feel them even if they are in the same room.” At Sass’s words Luka’s anger all but left him in an instant. “Besides obtaining the Miracle Box and keeping it safe, I feel something telling me that Tikki and Plagg need the Miracle Box. I can’t explain and I know you are hurting, but-”

“Okay.”

“-it is…Wait. Okay? You…You will do it?” Sass asked and the wide-eyed hopeful look on his face broke Luka’s heart a little bit more. Sometimes it was hard to remember that he wasn’t the only one hurting even if it felt like it at times.

“You and me, Sass, you…you said you were here for me and I’ll be here for you. We’re friends.” Luka said softly as he brought the Kwami to his chest in the best hug he could give, it was somewhat like the hug Sass gave Luka earlier. He wanted to make Sass feel as safe and loved as the Kwami had made him feel despite their size difference. After their hug Luka forced himself to get out of bed and ignored how weak his legs felt and softly said his transformation phrase. It felt weird being Viperion even though it really hadn’t been that long since he had last transformed but there was this odd feeling like being in his hero form was wrong without…Ladybug there to lead. Ladybug, it was easier to think of her as Ladybug, it didn’t lessen the pain but it made it just a bit more bearable. But now he was going to her house, to her room and he knew what it looked like, smelled like and there would be no way to think of her as Ladybug when he was in there.

He had to do this though. For Sass and for Ladybug, he would rather die than let the rest of the Miraculi fall into the wrong hands. He'd be damned if he didn’t protect the city that Ladybug loved with her whole heart and soul. So he made his way to her home, to her tower. He and Kagami often joked about Marinette being the princess in the tower and Mari-Ladybug only laughed. She loved her tower. Kagami once joked when it was the two of them that Kagami was M-Ladybug’s knight while he was her minstrel. He had laughed and agreed but later he would think about it and decided he would be a knight if she needed him to be. Though she had needed him and he hadn’t been there. Nope! No! He would not fall down that line of thinking as he was jumping across rooftops and using his lyre to help him along the way. It was a weird day when they found out his lyre could turn into a crossbow, the end of his “arrows” could also change into a grappling gun.

Apparently he and Sass had been bonding pretty well and slowly harmonizing which is why his lyre upgraded to one of its forms. The arrows of the crossbow themselves were weird as he didn’t carry a quiver or anything but an arrow would be equipped if he needed it. Some had no arrowheads, some had normal arrowheads, others had barbed arrowheads, and sometimes the arrows had string attached to them. Whatever kind of arrow he needed, it would show up on the crossbow already loaded. Sass had told him that that showed just how in tune the two were becoming and that soon they would probably be able to communicate with one another while Luka was transformed. It was something he had been looking forward to. He was sure it would come in handy and besides, he already talked out loud when transformed, it may have looked weird but he had been talking to his kwami even if he didn’t think he could hear him at the time. He hadn’t but now he would, hopefully soon.

Finally, Luka touched down on the roof of Ma-Ladybug’s tower and looked around in sadness as he noticed the plants up there had wilted. Before he could talk himself out of it he opened the hatch of the roof and jumped through and onto the floor of the bedroom. Some dust had begun to settle and it broke Luka’s heart more but he willed himself to take deep breaths before he dropped his transformation. He and Sass needed to be able to talk and they weren’t quite at that stage of being able to communicate with one another. As the transformation dropped he looked down at the dirty pink bag that he had taken to looking after and opened it to look at the kwamis who slept inside. Tikki and Plagg, as he had learned from Sass, were normally darker in their colors but looking at them they seemed shades or tones paler, well according to Sass.

“So what are we looking for?” Luka asked as he refused to look anywhere else but his kwami.

Sass had opened his mouth, probably to respond but both of them froze when they heard thumps coming from the roof and the unmistakable murmur of voices. Luka scooped his kwami out of the air and quickly hid behind M- Ladybug’s .( Ladybug. Goddammit .) chaise. The light in the room was off and he himself had been wearing some of his darker clothes…er well, pajamas. Both kwami and teen held their breath as the hatch to the roof was opened and down came two? No, three, actually make it four, people. It took a minute for Luka to recognize them as his teammates. He didn’t know whether or not to greet them but that choice disappeared when a purple kwami and blue kwami flew out from somewhere and floated in the middle of the room.

“Please don’t be scared!” The purple one pleaded. “I am Nooroo and this is Duusuu. I am the kwami of the Butterfly Miraculous while Duusuu is the kwami for the Peacock. I know that alarms you but please listen. I called my friends here and they probably don’t know why or just had a feeling they had to come here so you followed.”

Barely after speaking, the kwami - Nooroo, was sped into by Sass who flew so fast the two kwami shot off into the air. Luka figured there was no point in hiding anymore and stepped out from his hiding place and awkwardly waved at his teammates. They seemed to be in shock before Noc-Turtle mumbled something and their transformation dropped revealing Marc Anciel. Fox-Tail’s jaw dropped before he hastily said his detransformation phrase and there stood Nathaniel Kurtzberg who hurried over Marc and hugged him. Donryu had been looking at Luka the whole time and quietly made her way over to him, once she was in front of him she too dropped her transformation and there was Kagami. It shouldn’t have shocked him as much as it did but the two just stood there staring at each other before they heard an odd wheeze come from Bee-Witch who was staring at everyone with wide eyes. She too dropped her transformation and only to the shock of Marc and Nathaniel, she turned out to be Chloe Bourgeois.

“I don’t know how to handle all these revelations at the moment but I can work through them later with my cat.” Marc said, clearly still in some shock. “Er-Nooroo right? Can you explain more?”

Nooroo who was in the middle of a kwami group hug along with Duusuu nodded and reluctantly left the hug. “Like I said, I was able to call you all here to meet, I had to borrow power from the other kwami in the Miracle Box though. I’m not at full power and even then my messages would have been more feeling than anything. Sorry, I’m rambling. It’s been a while since I’ve been able to talk so freely.”

“You are fine, Our Friend.” Pollen reassured while glaring at everyone else like she was daring them to argue.

“Take your time.” Sass murmured from his spot next to his friend. Luka wanted to comfort the little kwami but he didn’t think it would help given how Luka could imagine he was treated by his former user. If Luka were him, he would be wary of humans no matter how well intentioned.

Nooroo took a deep breath and nodded. “I…I don’t really know where to start. What I have to say is…shocking to say the least. I know all of us here have been through a lot…have lost a lot…but I felt like if I stayed quiet I would be betraying Ladybug just…just like Chat Noir did.”

It was quiet. So quiet. Until Nathaniel choked out a small, “What?”

Duusuu merely nodded in response along with Nooroo. “It was awful. Chat Noir and his father planned the entire thing. Chat Noir planned to be suspicious of Gabriel Agreste once more and had you guys purposefully find out he was guilty of being Hawkmoth. Ladybug was the big target and you guys would have been just…collateral. So when Ladybug proposed the ambush…”

“Uncle Gabe already knew.” Chloe stated in a voice full of disgust even if her eyes were filled with tears.

“He did.” Nooroo confirmed. “Chat Noir played his role well and the ambush was happening so fast. Ladybug could barely try and fight back before she was secured to the chair. She was so angry…so heartbroken…she did all she could to fight against Gabriel and his son…”

There were some gasps among the humans at the information but Luka merely took a much needed breath in. He had guessed as much since the only ones in the house after the explosion had been Adrien, Gabriel, Nathalie and the body of Emilie Agreste. It just clicked. Sure Chat Noir could have disappeared like Marin-Ladybug did but that didn’t feel right. Chat had already been acting off before the ambush and confirming he was in fact Adrien was like the final nail in the coffin. Luka had had suspicions of who the Chat was and just whose side he was on but after everything, the confirmation was bitter. According to Sass, Luka had known who he and Ladybug were but the memories of their identities faded as a safety measure to keep the team’s identities safe. Luka would only have kept the memories if both heroes had accepted he knew and trusted him. It was weird but Luka just chalked it up to Miraculous Magic.

He wished he had been able to remember, if he had then maybe all of this wouldn’t have happened. He wouldn’t be standing in M-Lady…no. He had to stop. It didn't matter how much he told himself, Ladybug was Marinette. Marinette was Ladybug. They were one and the same and denying it to himself was more likely to hurt him than bring him healing. He couldn’t delude himself anymore. It hurt, it hurt so much, but he had to acknowledge the truth because that was the only way he’d be able to move forward and help protect the city that Marinette adored. He missed her. He missed her so much, but he had to do the healthy thing and not try and separate her from herself. It would be like he wasn’t giving her, her due credit and Marinette deserved so much credit. “If Adrien and his dad got the earrings…then why did the mansion explode like it did?” Luka asked so they could continue. They could all mourn and scream and cry after, but right now they needed information.

“I’m not sure.” Nooroo admitted. “Everything was happening so fast. Gabriel was so close to making his wish and magic was everywhere in preparation. But I felt it, it was this enormous feeling of betrayal and anger that washed over all of us. Tikki looked so scared and worried and Plagg looked shocked. I had turned to where I felt the emotions and it was no surprise they were coming from Ladybug…but just as I looked at her, there was this awful cracking and whistling. Like something was breaking through the roof and flooring at high speed. I panicked as did the other kwami but Tikki looked…she looked like she recognized what was happening.”

“She looked like her heart broke.” Duusuu mumbled, their voice was soft and scratchy. They seemed to be in pain.

“The room filled with this bright, bright red light and then next thing I know…the mansion exploded. Ladybug was nowhere to be seen.” Nooroo flew over to Luka and pointed at the open pink bag in his hands. “Tikki and Plagg know what happened, but because of all the ambient magic, plus the overwhelming emotions swirling in the air, and their own merging being interrupted, they were hurt.”

“Something like this hasn’t happened in a long time.” Wayzz admitted.

“So there is a way to help them?” Kagami asked.

Wayzz nodded. “Yes. But it will take time…a lot of time. I’ve never seen them so bad. The best we can do is return them to the Miracle Box. It will heal them, but the damage is great and as I said, it will take time. Nooroo, I imagine you called us here, not only to tell us the truth but also because of the Miracle Box.”

“That’s right. The Miracle Box will be vulnerable if there is no one to watch over it as it heals our friends. I sensed the box here and that’s only because Duusuu and I are both still being affected by the interrupted magic. We’re more sensitive right now.”

“One of our holders will definitely protect the box.” Pollen declared. “They are all brave heroes.”

All the humans looked at one another in disbelief. Marinette had been guarding this box all while being Ladybug? They knew she was amazing but this was something else entirely. Luka sadly guessed that this is why she was always so stressed. If they had to watch this box and protect it then so be it. He’d do it for Marinette, no matter the cost. Now all that they needed to decide was who to send the box with.

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#mldc #mldc crossover #ml x dc #mldccrossover #ml red lantern au #red lantern marinette #mldccrossover Luka Couffaine | Viperion #mldccrossover Kagami Tsurugi | Donryu #ml salt fic #chat noir salt #adrien agreste salt #mldccrossover Marc Anciel | Noc-Turtle #mldccrossover Nathaniel Kurtzberg | Fox-Tail #mldccrossover Chloe Bourgeois | Bee-Witch #mldccrossover kwamis

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forwardrussia · 8 months

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I haven’t done anything finished properly this week.. having a bad art week…

#teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #tmnt 2012 #2012 leo #april o’neil #2012 april #mutant mayhem #leonardo hamato #forwardrussia ocs #my art #yeaaaaaaaa ya ya ya I have so many ideas for tmnt art but I either don’t have motivation to do them or can’t execute them how I’d like #I’ve had the idea for the first one for ages and even now I couldn’t do it exactly how I wanted #whatever at least I got something done #not tagging luka because even though I was in the vocalsynth fandom for 8 years I’m terrified of them now (the wave of new fans from the #engsekai release are fucking terrifying)#anyway trust me 2012 is living in my head rent free I cry every time I think about Mikey I’m not kidding #imaya fiyaz

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hotfudgecherryrosy · 8 months

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It came to me in a dream that tmnt and the penguins of madagascar are cinematic parallels

#also that mengurine luka is trans #but that was a different dream #||#weird dreams #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtle mutant mayhem #teenage mutant ninja turtles #penguins of madagascar #weird dream

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leosmasktails · 6 months

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Wanted to show y’all some of the doodles I made but didn’t get around to rendering or coloring lol

Ignore Leo not having his eye bananas, I do those on a different layer than the lineart lol

Also the other two cuties are my Spidey OC’s Riley Peterson and Lukas Park :)

@dearestdracaena and I came up with a whole story for Lukas and she helped me name him lol, they’re kinda like a season 5 Ladybug and Chat Noir vibe if you feel me lol

But basically, they go to high school together and both like each other, but they lowkey kinda annoy each other when they’re Spider-Man/Woman

They be in my head a lot lol

#leosmasktails #leosmasktails doodles #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt fanart #spiderman oc #spider woman oc #riley peterson #lukas park #I need a ship name for these two lol #rottmnt leo #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt raph

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haphira · 1 year

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Miraculous Ladybug and the Valiant Annuler By: Haphira

33. Ladybug’s Changes - Ladybug shows off her new outfit, and Chat... throws a hissy fit.

Marinette stood facing the mirror in her room, glancing at the two designs she had left to pick from for her new suit. Tikki hovered nearby watching with interest. Marinette sighed and held both up to Tikki.

“What do you think? Which one should I go with?” she asked the little goddess. Tikki looked back and forth at the two before flying up the right-hand design.

“Can I ask what the inspiration was about?” Tikki asked.

Marinette smiled, “Yeah, I started thinking hard about it after I saw Hachi’s outfit. The kimono sleeves and hood with the layered skirt and fighter pants looked good! And those side cut outs?! Mwah, Chef kiss. So, it got me thinking about my roots.”

Tikki looked over the two drawings again.

“I like this one more, it playing to your heritage more and I think it looks very cute!”

Marinette smiled, “Yeah I really like that one too, are you ready for the new design?”

“You know it!” Tikki squealed excitedly. “Just say the words!”

Marinette took a deep breath, closing her eyes before saying the transformation words. A bright pink light flashed, enveloping Marinette and leaving the newly dressed Ladybug.

Padded black leggings, and slip on red grippy shoes, with the top being a short version of a Hanfu that reached the top of her thighs, the base red with black spots on the belt, black reinforced opera gloves, and over her shoulder trailed two see through wing shaped scarves. Her hair was up in a bun with two ribbon ends that looked like antenna. Overall, a more grown-up look with modern take on some of her traditional heritage clothing.

Marinette felt powerful and couldn’t help the absolute blissful happy smile on her face. She took to the rooftops, the Eiffel tower as her destination. She flew over the Couffaine boat giving Luka a breath-taking smile as she passed, focusing once more on her destination.

Luka was just strumming not really playing anything. When he saw a shadow pass overhead, he glanced up to see Ladybug. Although, dressed differently, and had a different air about her. Luka couldn’t help but drop his jaw when she smiled at him. Her smile was beautiful, yes, but it was so relaxed and hopeful, something that he realized he hadn’t been seeing lately unless it was with him and the other teammates. Without any hesitation, he called out to his Ma to tell her he was leaving for a while. He didn’t wait to hear her reply. Just shoving his guitar back into her case and jumping off the boat to run into an alley to transform. He followed Ladybug at a distance before catching up to her shortly after she dropped onto the observation deck of the Eiffel tower.

Meanwhile, Adrien was playing a video game when he spotted a familiar figure leaping over rooftops, he grinned and called Plagg to transform ignoring the Kwami’s pleas to not, turning around to set up a dummy to show that he was still in his room, in doing so he missed Dìonadair leaping after Ladybug. Satisfied that everything was set up he opened his bedroom window and jumped into the air to follow Ladybug. Soon he was flying over roof tops running to the Eiffel tower, he knew it was ‘their’ spot to meet up at. However, the closer Chat Noir got to the tower the more he saw, like that fact that Ladybug wasn’t alone. Anger burned in his chest, he landed silently behind Ladybug, he reached out a hand to grab her but was smacked away by ...scarf wings?

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Ladybug was thrilled that Dìonadair joined her. She smiled happily as soon as he touched the deck, she reached out to him for a hug, which he gladly returned.

“Dìonadair! I didn’t expect to see you!” Ladybug gushed. She had secretly hoped that Luka would join her but as soon as she saw that he was on his guitar she didn’t want to bother him.

Dìonadair just smiled, “You look exceptionally happy Ladybug, that have to do with the outfit change?”

Ladybug twirled slowly, laughing and smiled. “It might.” Dìonadair smirked, eyes sparking with amusement.

“Well, you look fantastic. I like the new look, Ladybug, it fits you well.” Dìonadair commented. Ladybug smiled happily.

“Thanks.” Neither noticed Chat Noir land behind Ladybug until the wings on Ladybug’s outfit moved to smack Chat’s hand away. Ladybug whirled around to face the danger and Dìonadair got into a fighting stance.

“Hey, what the heck, M’lady?” Chat Noir demanded. Staring daggers at Dìonadair, who looked unimpressed. Ladybug’s smile fell into a frown as she relaxed her stance, realizing the danger was just Chat Noir.

“What are you doing Chat Noir?” Ladybug, annoyed at his actions, asked. Chat pouted, with his lower lip jutted out and everything.

“I saw you pass by and figured we should get some alone time.” Chat whined. Still glaring with hostility, Chat attempted to grab her hand, but Ladybug moved closer to Dìonadair, making her a step out of reach from Chat Noir. Ladybug crossed her arms and Chat finally noticed the outfit change.

“Wha- Bugaboo?! What’s with the getup? I loved your old suit; this new look is-”

“Amazing.” Dìonadair cut in firmly. He had straightened out of the fighting stance he was in but kept his legs shoulder width apart in case of the need for quick movement. Chat frowned and opened his mouth to speak.

“Agreed.” Another voice called out, cutting off Chat Noir. Both Ladybug and Dìonadair turned and saw Sionnach together with Hachi, they touched down and walked up to the group.

Chat’s tail was thrashing around behind him, an extremely displeased expression on his face. “M’lady, who are these people?” he asked curtly, obvious anger in his eyes.

Ladybug looked at Chat Noir coolly, “These are my team members. Hachi and Sionnach respectively,” Both nodded when their names were called, “And Dìonadair behind me.” Oh, he remembered Dìonadair alright.

“New teammates?! What happened to the old ones? What’s with all the changes Bugaboo? And why didn’t you talk to me about it?!” Chat seethed. His eyes narrowed into slits. First, it was the fake hero showing up and now new teammates?!

“Because you didn’t show up. Because of your attitude. Because you still treat this as a game, it’s not a game Chat Noir! People get hurt, and they remember. That scares and scars people, Chat. And that creates more Akuma to fight. Which makes my job harder.” Ladybug hissed. Her ‘wings’ rose behind her as she took a step forward making Ladybug look especially intimidating.

Chat Noir scoffed, he rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. “You don’t have that hard of a job-”

“I spoke to the Guardian about you.” Ladybug cut off, stopping Chat in a frozen look of surprise.

“I’m sick of your attitude and games and you not respecting me as a person. I’m tired of always correcting you and telling you to stop calling me ‘Bugaboo’. It’s not cute, Chat, it’s demeaning and unprofessional.” Ladybug continued. She stared at Chat Noir with a flat expression of someone who was completely over the bullshit.

“I’m done.”

“Wha- What do you mean?” Chat asked, he looked slightly panicked.

“I mean that I’m done dealing with you and your bullshit.” Ladybug replied with that same flat voice.

“Ladybug cursed?” Someone commented softly. Ladybug had forgotten that they had an audience.

“Leave, Chat Noir, I don’t want to see your face.” Ladybug dismissed. She turned from Chat to face the others and walked away. The group parted to let her through, giving one last glance to Chat Noir, the group also turned from Chat and followed their leader to the other side of the observation deck.

Chat Noir watched his Lady walk away with the three newcomers. He was in shock. Ladybug just did that. His Lady just Did That. Anger engulfed him, he flung himself into the air away from the tower, away from Ladybug, away from the posers that pretended to be superheroes like him. He wouldn’t come to the next couple of Akuma fights. Let Ladybug deal without him and see how much she needs him, (him not realizing she already has). He nodded to himself. Yeah, that was the plan. Let Ladybug see how much she actually needs him and accept the apologies that Ladybug will give when she realized her mistakes. He huffed as he headed home for the night.

Ladybug watched Chat leave but couldn’t get herself to care. She was done trying to bend over backwards to please him. It was time to focus on things that would help and change this status quo with Hawkmoth. Ladybug faced her team and smiled.

“Let’s get to work.”

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Chapter 34

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MINIFIC: Oct. 23: Day 11: Folklore (MLB, Lukanette, DLM AU)

This week has been a little hectic, and my time to work on this was…not what I wanted. It did not help that it also totally ran away from me? I was playing with ideas, about gravelings and missed appointments and souls going south. There was so much lore to explore in a third season that was completely abandoned by the time we got the movie, and that whole storyline with Ray and what exactly a graveling could be still haunts me.

For @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers October Minific Challenge 2023.

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To Feel Alive Again: Ch11: Folklore

“Are you ready for this?” Luka asked, glancing down at her as they stood outside the door to the café. Her mouth was pressed in a thin line, and her thumbs were picking at the cuffs of the sweater he’d made her. A nervous tick.

“No,” she said, her voice flat. “How mad is she?”

“It’s Mendeleiev,” he said, shrugging as he flicked his cigarette towards the pavement and extinguished it with his boot. “She’s always mad.”

“…how much worse is she?” she asked. He sighed and tipped his head back, staring at the early morning clouds.

“How mad do you think, Marinette? You’ve been…not awol. Not really,” he said, shrugging. “She likes you, though. Believe it or not, she does like you. She hasn’t had any post-its for you the past few days, so I think she was honestly trying to give you time to process. She knew it would be a difficult job.”

Marinette bristled at that.

Mendeleiev fucking knew?

And she had sent her in anyway?

…part of her had suspected that, what with the warning their ‘boss’ had tried to give her the morning of, but to hear it actually confirmed…

Mendeleiev gave them hardly any information. A name. A location. An estimated time of death. She had always assumed the head reaper didn’t know any more than that. What other secrets was the woman keeping?

“She had a post-it for you yesterday, though,” Luka said, bringing her attention back to him. He was looking down the sidewalk, staring at some nondescript point in the distance. “She asked Fred to give it to you. He asked her not to.”

“…he didn’t say anything,” Marinette said, and Luka sighed. He stepped around her, his side brushing her arm in the process, and opened the door.

“Then she’s probably pretty fucking pissed, if you missed an appointment,” he said, nodding for her to go in. Marinette swallowed, squared her shoulders, and made it barely two steps into the café before Mendeleiev was pushing her back out, Fred in tow.

“Field trip,” Mendeleiev bit, grabbing her hand and tugging her down the street. “Now.”

“Hey!” Luka called, but he stopped when Fred laid a hand on his shoulder. He looked at the older reaper, confused, but Fred just shook his head and followed after them. Luka watched as they disappeared in the early morning crowd, a nervous feeling he didn’t like settling into his gut. Fred hadn’t been wearing his hat, he noted. It had been in his hands, and it had looked almost crushed from how the man had been anxiously wringing it. And Mendeleiev had looked pissed.

He wondered how bad it was, if both of them were in trouble.

A skittering above caught his attention, and his eyes turned up in time to see a graveling scurrying over the awnings of the shops, moving in the same direction Mendeleiev had taken the others. That feeling in his gut got worse as another graveling peered over the roof at him. When it realized he had seen it, it hissed and swiped at the ledge of the building, knocking off one of the exterior lights. Luka stepped back before it could hit him, and the second graveling raced off after its friend.

He picked up the light, intending to give it to someone inside, and hoped Marinette would be all right.

– V –

“I hope your little vacation helped, Marinette,” Mendeleiev bit as they turned a corner. Marinette felt herself bristling at the words.

“Excuse me?” she asked, her brow furrowing. “Vacation? I was not on vacation, you –”

“Then what would you like to call it? Sabbatical? Rest? Temper tantrum?” Mendeleiev asked, stopping at a crosswalk and turning her head to glare over her shoulder. There was a challenge in her hard eyes, but Marinette had been an aspiring designer once upon a time. She had rubbed elbows with the likes of Audrey Bourgeois and Gabriel Agreste. She knew how to stand up to challenging people.

“You sent me into that house knowing full well what that man was going to do,” she said, her voice tight. “You made me an accomplice to murder, Philece.”

It was the first time Marinette had dared to use Mendeleiev’s first name.

There was a spark in the older reaper’s eyes, one that Marinette wasn’t sure if she recognized as the woman being amused or impressed. On her grandfather, she used to call the look constipated.

“I gave you a job, Marinette,” she said, turning to cross her arms over her chest. “I don’t control how they die any more than you do. We just –”

“Facilitate the transfer, I know,” Marinette spat, “and that’s fucking bullshit. This wasn’t External Influences, Philece. This was murder.”

“Technically murder is an ‘external influence’, and therefore fully within our jurisdiction,” Mendeleiev said, an eyebrow lifting over her glasses. “Marinette. Believe me, I know. I understand how hard this job can be. And I tried to give you time to cope with this, but the world moves on, kid. The job still needs to get done. And last night, you failed to do that.”

“I didn’t even know I had a job last night!” Marinette cried.

“You would have, if you had bothered showing up for breakfast,” Mendeleiev said. She turned her eyes on Fred, and they narrowed behind her lenses with a glare. “If your friends had been more considerate of the Rules.”

“…I told you she wasn’t ready,” Fred said, worrying his lip. He was still wringing his hat in his hands. “I told you not to give it to her.”

“And I said she was, and I gave it to her anyway,” Mendeleiev said, turning back to the light as it buzzed. They crossed the street, the two reapers following behind her like chastised children. “Not you. And now you both get to see what happens when we don’t do our jobs.”

“I did the job, though!” Fred argued. “I met him five minutes before his reap. I popped his soul. He should have been fine!”

“He wasn’t your soul to reap, Fred,” Mendeleiev said, stopping outside a nondescript building. Marinette looked up at the sign by the door, her eyes widening when she realized Mendeleiev had taken them to the city morgue.

…she had only been here once before, a few months back. For her own autopsy. Mendeleiev had claimed there would be a sense of catharsis in watching. It had just made Marinette sick.

“Some things you kids need to understand,” Mendeleiev said, her voice easily slipping into the lecturing tones of the teacher she had been. “Life and death. Ying and yang. Whatever the fuck you want to call it. It’s all about balance. People come and go. Live and die. It’s what they do. We make the going easier, however that going is meant to happen. If we do our jobs right, we catch them before the going. They don’t feel it, and they don’t get stuck. It’s a small comfort, but it’s all we can do to make things easier for the poor fucks we help.”

“…what do you mean, stuck?” Marinette asked, her voice low. Mendeleiev narrowed her eyes at her.

“P. Fischer was your reap, Marinette,” she said. “Not Fred’s. Come see what happens when you miss your appointment.”

It didn’t look like much, at first. Just another dead body on a table. That wasn’t anything new to Marinette: she had seen plenty of dead bodies over the past few months. Mendeleiev had led them inside and into the back with a few well-placed lies, and now they were standing over the corpse of P. Fischer, who looked…fine. Dead, but fine. They hadn’t even done his autopsy yet.

“I don’t understand,” Marinette finally said. “He’s…he’s still dead. Fred said he got his soul. What’s the problem?”

“The problem, kid…” Mendeleiev said, leaning back against the wall of coolers and folding her arms over her chest. She nodded towards the open cooler where the examiner had pulled out Fischer. “…is that he wasn’t Fred’s job. He’s dead, yes, and he’s still in there.”

“…what?” Fred asked, dropping his hat as his head snapped up to look at Mendeleiev. “But…I popped his soul! I know I did!”

“Fun little fact, Freddie,” Mendeleiev said, her eyes narrowing over her glasses. “He wasn’t your soul to pop. There are Rules, kids. Rules we can’t get around. This soul wasn’t assigned to you. It was assigned to Marinette. She’s the only one who can do it.”

“But…but…” Fred tried to say, shaking his head as his mind raced. “No. No. I know…a soul’s a soul! I’ve seen –!”

“A soul is not a soul, Fred,” Mendeleiev said, her voice harsh. “You should know it’s more complicated than that by now. They can’t miss their appointments because their souls go funny if left unchecked. We can’t miss their appointments because they suffer needlessly if we do. It’s bad customer service. Downright irresponsible.”

“…I didn’t…I didn’t know,” Marinette said, shaking her head. Mendeleiev’s expression softened, but only for a moment. “He…he asked for the reap. Couldn’t…why didn’t you just change the appointment?”

“It doesn’t work like that, kid,” Mendeleiev said. Marinette sucked in a breath, and Mendeleiev sighed. “You didn’t know. And maybe that’s on me, not warning you properly. Forgive me for expecting people to follow simple instructions.”

“Philece,” Fred said, but the reprimand was missing from his voice. He was still looking at the corpse, his hands curled into shaking fists at his sides.

“This thing we do. It’s not a game, kids,” she said, ignoring him. “It’s our responsibility. It’s the last kindness we can give in a world that’s usually too cruel to care. Now get the hell over here and do your damn job. This poor man’s suffered enough.”

Marinette approached the slab, her breath catching in her throat when she saw the man staring up at her through wide, unblinking eyes. She swallowed and brushed her hand along his arm, shivering when that gooseflesh feeling of a soul leaving its body chased up her arm. An instant later, the soul sat up on the slab, screaming.

She jumped back, but Mendeleiev was already behind her, a surprisingly comforting hand on her shoulder. She squeezed but said nothing, and Marinette swallowed against the tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as Fischer continued to scream.

It seemed to take an eternity before he stopped.

When the screams finally cut out, he just…sat there. Staring at the wall of small metal doors, his eyes wide and mouth open. He was panting, his ragged, unnecessary breathing so loud in the quiet room that felt so much worse after the screaming.

“…Fischer?” Marinette finally asked, her voice soft, and he slowly turned his head. His face was twisted in fear. His misty hands gripped at the table, and Marinette was certain they’d be white-knuckled if he still had blood to blanch. She stepped forward cautiously, like you’d approach a wild dog, and held out her hand. “It’s…it’s ok, Fischer. It’s ok now.”

“…th…they put…they put me in the dark,” he choked out. His entire body was trembling. Marinette raised her hand and helped him off the slab, keeping her eyes on his face to give him some semblance of decency. “They put me in the dark.”

“I know, Fischer,” she said, her voice soft. She squeezed his hand, and he shook his head. “I’m so sorry.”

“You’re safe now, Fischer,” Fred said, and the man’s eyes snapped to him at the voice. Fischer gave another yelp and stumbled back through the slab holding his body, his eyes locked on Fred.

“Y-you…” he gasped. “I saw you. Before…before…”

“I was trying to help,” Fred said, his voice miserable. Marinette swallowed and held her hand back out to Fischer.

“We’re friends, Fischer,” she said, and his eyes snapped back to her briefly.

“I couldn’t close my eyes,” he said, his eyes darting to each of them wildly as he clung to the wall of coolers behind him. He was trembling, from the unsteady arms misting against the metal doors to the legs quaking below the table. He was terrified. “They put me on that table, and then they put me in that box, and I couldn’t close my eyes. They shut the door. Why couldn’t they hear me? I was screaming...”

“…I’m so sorry,” Marinette said, her voice catching in her throat. She took a hesitant step forward, then another, until she was in front of the soul. She held out a hand and tried to ignore how it was shaking, too. “I’m so sorry. You never should have had to go through that, Fischer. I’m sorry.”

“I don’t like the dark,” he said, his voice so small. So scared. “I don’t like it.”

“Where you’re going now, it won’t be dark anymore,” Marinette said. She swallowed around the lump in her throat and held her hand closer, forcing a smile on her face. “Come on. I have the prettiest lights to show you.”

It took a long moment, but eventually the soul laid his hand in Marinette’s. Her smile became steadier as she led him from the room, towards where she could see his lights materializing down the hall. They walked out the door, away from that cold, sterile room, and Mendeleiev found herself smiling as the door swung shut behind them.

“Maybe there’s hope for her after all,” she said. Beside her, Fred was staring at where his hat had landed on the ground.

“…I didn’t know, Philece,” he said, his voice softer than it usually was. “I didn’t…I just assumed…”

“I know,” Mendeleiev sighed. She reached into her pocket for a cigarette, then thought better of it. Her fingers fiddled with the pack in her pocket. She’d need to pick some more up soon. “And sometimes it works like that. Sometimes it doesn’t matter, as long as the soul’s dealt with. Most times it does, though.”

“She was hurting,” he said. “I just…I just wanted to give her a break. She’s had so much trouble adjusting to this life. I just wanted to help.”

“Then let her figure it out,” Mendeleiev said, turning towards him. “Show her the ropes. Let her learn why we do what we do. Tell her a ghost story if you must. Just get the message through her thick head: she’s a reaper now, like it or not, and death is just a part of life. Even the hard deaths. Especially the hard deaths.”

“A ghost story?” he asked, looking up with a slight smile. She looked back at the body that had been P. Fischer and shrugged.

“I heard tell once of a man who missed his appointment,” she said. “Early in life. A reaper went soft and refused to do their job. So the soul stayed, and it went sour, and the man grew up to do some terrible things.”

“What happened to him?” Fred asked. Mendeleiev fiddled with her cigarettes again, itching to light one.

“I heard a reaper killed him,” she said. She looked up, her eyes guarded. “Not popped his soul and watched as a graveling dropped a piano on his head. Beat him to death with a baseball bat or some shit.”

“…what…what happened to his soul?” Fred asked, an uneasy feeling stealing into him. Mendeleiev reached over and slid her hand over Fischer’s eyes, closing them. Her hand lingered on his head for a moment as she considered her words.

“It went sour,” she finally said. She looked p at Fred, that look in her eyes hardening. “He became a graveling, Fred. That’s what they are, you know. Those little bastards. Souls that rot and wither away, stinking up from the inside out. They don’t get lights. They stay, and they’re so mad about it they stir up shit for the rest of us.”

“But Fischer still died,” Fred said, swallowing.

“He did,” Mendeleiev nodded.

“He didn’t rot,” he said.

“He didn’t,” she said, shaking her head. She looked back at his corpse, the screams from when Marinette had finally pulled him out still echoing in her head. “Who knows what would have happened to him if we’d left him in there, though. If he’d been buried. If he’d had to crawl his way out of his own grave.”

“…I was just trying to help,” he said, shaking his head as he looked away from her. “It’s…it’s not fair, Philece. She’s just a kid. I was just…I was trying…it’s not fair.”

“It’s death, Fred,” she said, pushing the slab with Fischer’s body on it back into the wall and closing the door. She laid a hand on the cool metal, and if Fred didn’t know the woman any better he’d say she was saying a prayer for the deceased. “The Great Equalizer, they call it. It’s about the only thing in this world that is fair.”

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