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Netflix and chill

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post valentines day with fur everywhere

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Bear lying down 🐻‍❄️

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Beawr Hug

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[Mommy Parallax ♡]

Drew this kinda messily on my partner's drawing tablet with no pen sensitivity so !

Anyways LOVE HER

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If you HAD to swap everyone’s kwamis (ie no one can keep their original but everyone who had one has to still have one) how would you reorganize the miraculous distribution. I think it would be interesting to see what you think especially after your analysis on the fox and bee.

The way I see it, we can approach this from two perspectives: trying to find Miraculouses that suit each character's attributes as-is, and trying to find kwami/human combinations that would let the two learn from each other. The latter is something you want in a long term storyline, where you want to focus on a character "making" the Miraculous their own, the former is good if you want the superheroics to be more episodic, so that the development can happen in other areas of the character's life. I’ll try to aim for fitting matches, but will substitute with potential if no clear fit is available.

Including the villains in this type of thing is also risky, because a big source of tension in the show is how the villains stay in the shadows and are all the harder to track because of that (this also helps to maintain their threat level since the heroes aren't constantly trouncing them). However, I'll do it anyway because this is about suitability, not storytelling, but I’ll throw in some ideas of how these matches could be used in a potential story, especially in cases where the match is based on development potential.

Not all of these matches have the equal amount of thought put into them, since in an exercise like this, each pick decreases the amount of options available for the remaining characters. So, I'll start from the ones I had the easiest time figuring out and conclude with the hardest ones, basically going in the same order that I matched the characters.

So, first of all, I partnered Marinette with Nooroo. This is because Gabriel and Marinette are just so similar, I have written an entire essay on how the show foils them against each other. But, I'll sum up: Marinette is a brilliant strategist and knows how to take advantage of someone else's abilities to progress a plan. Nooroo's implied additional telepathy ability is also a good match for the team leader, who can use telepathic messages to spread the plan among the heroes without cluing in the villains. The Butterfly Miraculous' abilities complement Marinette's strengths.

Of course, if Marinette is going to have Nooroo because of parallels, then of course Gabriel is going to get Tikki. This man is a creator, and a passionate creator at that. His fashion career is the one thing that isn't suffering from his mad quest to bring back Emilie, it's that important to him. The power of Creation fits perfectly into the hands of a creator. In fact, in order to keep the villains as more threatening, Gabriel could have access to the deeper meaning of the power of Creation and use it to create machines to fight the heroes for him instead of relying on a Lucky Charm item. Then it'd be like the heroes were fighting a mad scientist with the fights against machines and robots and magical golems.

Then I, of course, gave Adrien Pollen. This boy does not believe in the Divine Right to Rule, and knows how people whose authority never gets challenged can abuse their power. Venom is a good ability to give to someone who's not afraid of going at the enemy to create a weak point to use it on, and we've seen in Adrien's versatile usage of Cataclysm how good he is at this. Adrien would be a phenomenal bee.

My first idea for a new partner for Plagg was Kim, since he's a kind physical type, but then I remembered Alix and she's tricky enough to get more creative usage out of Cataclysm. So gentle Kim, who stays behind to make sure even Chloé makes it to safety in 'Zombizou', instead gets the power of Protection. He would definitely get some mileage out of the ability to shield people and would definitely master shield throwing as a battle style.

As I said, Alix would be partnered with Plagg. She's strong and reckless, yet clever to balance it out. She wouldn't use Cataclysm carelessly, but would also not hesitate at the idea of holding the power of Destruction. We've also seen from Bunnyx's fighting style that Alix is not scared of getting up close and personal with Akumas, meaning she could take advantage of the close quarters fighting abilities that seem to come with the Black Cat Miraculous.

If the Butterfly wasn't such a perfect fit for Marinette, I would have considered pairing her with Fluff because of her “mad skillz” in planning but, since I'm keen on that combination, I had to figure out someone dependable to keep track of the timestream with the power of Evolution and, as soon as I arrived on that trait it was obvious. Alya is by far the most dependable character in the cast, the most trustworthy. Her investigative abilities would also come in handy in keeping watch over the timestream, figuring out cause-and-effect chains.

Speaking of investigative abilities, Max has a very good eye for details, which is why he is so good at video games, both playing and programming them. These pattern-recognition skills would make him a good match for Sass and the power of Intuition. Because what is intuition if not the ability to internalize patterns you notice and make snap judgements on them?

I decided to pair Nathalie with Longg because she has a similar no-nonsense personality with Kagami, who Longg seems to be well matched with. Nathalie's self-control would be very useful in utilizing the elemental transformation abilities of the Dragon Miraculous. I also find the idea very poetic that, if we keep Nathalie's Miraculous as the faulty one, the powerful Miraculous of Perfection carries an immense price to use.

Xuppu was a tough nut to crack since his personality is even more in your face than Plagg's. However, of the available options, Nino seemed like the best fit, not the least because of his younger brother, who also has a bit of a challenging personality. My brother even referred to him as a "monkey" in reference to how all over the place he could be. However, Nino and Chris seem to get along really well, so I can see Nino getting on with Xuppu's brattiness as well. Nino is also very chill and rather creative, so he would be able to stay in a solid state of mind to take advantage of the random effects caused by Uproar.

Luka gets paired with Duusu because I decided that his good intuition in regards to how others are feeling lends itself well to Amok creation. While he is creative, it's in terms of composing songs, rather than a visual medium, so I see Sentimonsters shaped by Luka having their very own distinct sounds. Luka also has great self control in how well he can manage his own emotional responses, which means he wouldn't create a Sentimonster carelessly. He’s also very kind and supportive, which would fit well with the emotional Duusu.

Kagami and Chloé were challenging, because I could see both of them getting along with Kaalki equally, with Kaalki's fascination with people who are classy and grand. However, in the end the choice fell on which of the girls I saw as a better match for Trixx, and that was Kagami. While Kagami can be brash, she is also very intelligent and her being more than Adrien's match in fencing implies tactical abilities. Kagami, with the power of Illusion, wouldn't simply stand back and create an illusion to cover her allies, she'd use one to hide herself going on the offensive as well. I see duplicates as being her go-to strategy in battles.

That leaves Chloé and Kaalki as the final match. Kaalki is snobbish like Chloé, but is also helpful underneath all that bluster. I can see Chloé being likely to take Kaalki's lead in how to present herself as a hero because she and Kaalki have similar base personality traits and Kaalki could probably butter her up quite easily if they got the mood for it. With Chloé, any attempt at making her into a hero would require a kwami that challenges her and pushes her to be better, and Kaalki would be a good fit for that with their strong sense of self worth. It's not just the kwami, though. The power of Teleportation is straightforward but requires focus to aim properly. Chloé's determination to prove herself could work as a motivation for mastering the ability. The Horse Miraculous would be a good fit specifically for the goal of having Chloé improve herself as a person.

There are a lot of other ways to match the characters too. In fact, this is not the configuration I’ll be using in ‘The Brave, The Bold And The Miraculous’.

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catch of the day [oc]

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DPxDC Ring of Rage? More Like Ring of Engage

The thing is, Tim didn't mean to put it on. He was just kind of playing with it to keep his hands busy while he was thinking about the recent murder case. GCPD had their hands full with the serial robbers that didn't rank high enough to catch Batman's attention, and Tim never had a problem with helping the police if he had time.

And the ring was a perfect fidget toy, if he is being honest. Small and plain enough not to distract him, but the round stone in the middle was loosely attached, making it able to spin inside the frame. Which is what he did, again and again, like those fidget spinners.

Of course, he was just destined to drop it sooner or later. And then, when he reached under the table to pick it up, his finger caught inside the ring, and, well.

The ring was now firmly on his finger.

The problem was that he couldn't take it off.

It wasn't stuck, at least not in the general sense of it - Tim could easily spin it around, and it wasn't tight. But it wasn't loose either, and as soon as he tried to move it past the knuckle, the ring heavily disagreed, almost like shrinking down and absolutely refusing to be detached.

Barbara suggested soap, which didn't work. Dick tried for a more mechanical approach, first with pliers and then with a laser, which the ring resisted with no effort. Cass, who was actually the one who brought the damned thing into the Cave after one of her adventures in Hong Kong, just smiled and shrugged, which was of no help either. Damian offered to cut the finger off, which probably would have helped, but Tim rather liked all his limbs attached.

Bruce called Constantine. The magician took one look at the ring, barked a humorless laugh, and pat Tim on the shoulder sympathetically.

"Congrats, mate," he said, a wry smile on his lips, "I hope you file for divorce."

Although, while all the rest of the Bats and Birds devolved into fits of hysterical laughter (Steph), indignant sputtering (Damian), and cries of outrage (everyone else sans Alfred, who was pointedly unimpressed), Tim couldn't even bring himself to be surprised. Really, his life had been a shitshow since he was around ten. It's not like he didn't expect himself to be accidentally married to some otherworldly magical creature by this point.

The worst part - worse than the actual engagement, that is - was that Constantine couldn't exactly tell them who the spouse was.

What he did say was that the Ring belonged to the King of Infinite Realms, Keeper of Unseen Worlds, and Eyes of Universe. But those were only titles, and, as John Constantine begrudgingly admitted, there has been a change in the management recently, so no one really knew what the new almighty monarch looked like or what they were, much less their whereabouts.

"You can't blame me for not being keen to find out, though," John said, wincing, "The last one was a bloody tyrant, and the Realms operate under the right of conquest rule."

At least, the mage assured them that since the being had not yet come to collect their shiny new spouse, they might never show up at all. The Ring has been lost for ages after all, so maybe the King didn't even remember having one. Or, the previous King didn't, and the new one didn't know about or didn't care.

The first week after the incident, they spent anxiously researching and worrying. Bruce even went as far as making Tim wear a tracker at all times, which was not great, but he did appreciate the gesture. Kind of.

After the first month with no sign of any changes, the worry started to abate. In half a year, most of the family stopped trying to keep an eye on Tim at all times lest he suddenly disappeared. Two years later, even Tim himself treated the Ring as a natural part of his daily life. The stone inside was still a great fidget toy, engagement or not.

Three years, one month, and five days after Tim first put the Ring on his finger, when the world was falling apart and breaking in front of him and there was not a single thing he could do to stop it anymore, Tim pressed his lips to the cold, dark strip of unknown metal on his finger.

"Whoever you are, I don't even care, please," he whispered in a useless prayer, his voice hoarse and his throat dry, "please, help."

And the world came to a stop with a short, amused chuckle.

"Oh, I thought you'd never ask."

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DPxDC Ring of Rage? More Like Ring of Engage

The thing is, Tim didn't mean to put it on. He was just kind of playing with it to keep his hands busy while he was thinking about the recent murder case. GCPD had their hands full with the serial robbers that didn't rank high enough to catch Batman's attention, and Tim never had a problem with helping the police if he had time.

And the ring was a perfect fidget toy, if he is being honest. Small and plain enough not to distract him, but the round stone in the middle was loosely attached, making it able to spin inside the frame. Which is what he did, again and again, like those fidget spinners.

Of course, he was just destined to drop it sooner or later. And then, when he reached under the table to pick it up, his finger caught inside the ring, and, well.

The ring was now firmly on his finger.

The problem was that he couldn't take it off.

It wasn't stuck, at least not in the general sense of it - Tim could easily spin it around, and it wasn't tight. But it wasn't loose either, and as soon as he tried to move it past the knuckle, the ring heavily disagreed, almost like shrinking down and absolutely refusing to be detached.

Barbara suggested soap, which didn't work. Dick tried for a more mechanical approach, first with pliers and then with a laser, which the ring resisted with no effort. Cass, who was actually the one who brought the damned thing into the Cave after one of her adventures in Hong Kong, just smiled and shrugged, which was of no help either. Damian offered to cut the finger off, which probably would have helped, but Tim rather liked all his limbs attached.

Bruce called Constantine. The magician took one look at the ring, barked a humorless laugh, and pat Tim on the shoulder sympathetically.

"Congrats, mate," he said, a wry smile on his lips, "I hope you file for divorce."

Although, while all the rest of the Bats and Birds devolved into fits of hysterical laughter (Steph), indignant sputtering (Damian), and cries of outrage (everyone else sans Alfred, who was pointedly unimpressed), Tim couldn't even bring himself to be surprised. Really, his life had been a shitshow since he was around ten. It's not like he didn't expect himself to be accidentally married to some otherworldly magical creature by this point.

The worst part - worse than the actual engagement, that is - was that Constantine couldn't exactly tell them who the spouse was.

What he did say was that the Ring belonged to the King of Infinite Realms, Keeper of Unseen Worlds, and Eyes of Universe. But those were only titles, and, as John Constantine begrudgingly admitted, there has been a change in the management recently, so no one really knew what the new almighty monarch looked like or what they were, much less their whereabouts.

"You can't blame me for not being keen to find out, though," John said, wincing, "The last one was a bloody tyrant, and the Realms operate under the right of conquest rule."

At least, the mage assured them that since the being had not yet come to collect their shiny new spouse, they might never show up at all. The Ring has been lost for ages after all, so maybe the King didn't even remember having one. Or, the previous King didn't, and the new one didn't know about or didn't care.

The first week after the incident, they spent anxiously researching and worrying. Bruce even went as far as making Tim wear a tracker at all times, which was not great, but he did appreciate the gesture. Kind of.

After the first month with no sign of any changes, the worry started to abate. In half a year, most of the family stopped trying to keep an eye on Tim at all times lest he suddenly disappeared. Two years later, even Tim himself treated the Ring as a natural part of his daily life. The stone inside was still a great fidget toy, engagement or not.

Three years, one month, and five days after Tim first put the Ring on his finger, when the world was falling apart and breaking in front of him and there was not a single thing he could do to stop it anymore, Tim pressed his lips to the cold, dark strip of unknown metal on his finger.

"Whoever you are, I don't even care, please," he whispered in a useless prayer, his voice hoarse and his throat dry, "please, help."

And the world came to a stop with a short, amused chuckle.

"Oh, I thought you'd never ask."

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DPxDC Ring of Rage? More Like Ring of Engage [pt.2]

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Tim doesn't remember what happened. What he does remember is that he was in the middle of an apocalypse with no idea how to survive it, a few of his friends and family dead, and clinging to the last possible resort with no hope it would actually make a difference.

He remembers thinking whatever happened next could not be worse than what he's already been through.

And then, he remembers an unfamiliar voice, a cheeky grin, and a light so bright he had to squint his eyes shut not to be blinded.

When he opened them again, he was back in the Cave, and, as he found out a few moments later, when a panicking Dick ran up to him and attempted to squeeze the dear life out of his body with a crushing hug, back in time by three weeks. With the whole recollection of what happened before- Well, after that.

And, it was not only him who got to keep all the important memories. The rest of the Bats remembered everything as well, and the League, and even a few others, all of whom were somehow connected to said apocalypse, which had not yet happened.

Tim looked down to the Ring.

He did not tell anyone why or how they got a second chance.

A month later, with the crisis safely averted and his anxiety buzzing under his skin, Tim locked himself up in the Nest, pressed his lips to the cold metal on his finger once again, and whispered a quiet, "Thank you."

He did not know what he expected in response, but certainly not a snort right by his ear and an incorporeal voice that seemed to come from every direction at once.

"You're welcome." It was not ominous, not solemn or anything of sorts. If anything, the voice sounded like Duke whenever Tim thanked him for a fresh cup of coffee the boy brought to the Cave for him. Entirely unbothered and offhanded, and a little bit fond, like somehow saving Tim's whole world was not a big deal.

Well, maybe it wasn't, for whoever the voice belonged to.

Tim looked at the Ring again. Then, he looked around, not sure how to proceed. As far as his analysis went, the King - because who else it might have been? - did not want anything in return, nor did they intend on keeping in contact. And, technically, that was probably a good thing. Because, yeah, right, any normal and sane person would prefer to stay away from getting unnecessarily involved with beings of immeasurable power.

However, Tim did not think of himself as either normal or sane.

So, he clicked his tongue, annoyed and on the verge of pouting, "Really? That's it? 'You're welcome'?"

For a second, nothing happened.

Then, there was a startled, surprised snort of laughter, and, a moment later, a boy floating in the air a few feet away from Tim.

Tim blinked. The supposed almighty monarch of Infinite Realms, Keeper or Worlds and whatever, did not look particularly kingly. If anything, he looked very much unkingly.

Not much older than Tim - so, twenty or somewhat around it - wearing something that he'd expect Jason to wear on a daily basis. Cargo pants, an unzipped jacket with its sleeves rolled up, a t-shirt with some rock band logo, none of which exactly screamed 'royalty' to Tim. There was a matter of floating, of course, and the boy's hair was so white that it actually hurt to look at it directly, but other than that, the King looked...

Almost absurdly normal.

He was also holding a big, although already half-empty cup of bobba milk tea, and lazily reclining in the air without a care in the world.

"You want some?" The boy asked when he caught Tim staring at his drink.

Tim blinked. The vision of a floating boy in his living room did not disappear.

"I, um," he stammered over words, searching for any kind of answer, and then shook his head, "No, thanks?" The words came out more like a question than a statement. The boy pursed his lips and shrugged.

"Your loss. It's from the best place ever," he paused, looking up to the ceiling and frowning, "I don't think it exists in this timeline."

Tim shakes his head again, like trying to kickstart his thought process. It doesn't work.

"So, you're..." he trails off, and the boy startles before moving in the air and shifting so his feet actually touch the ground. His hair and jacket still both act like gravity doesn't exist.

"Oh, right. I forgot I never introduced myself," he gives Tim a sheepish grin, "It's kind of strange, seeing that I did spend about three years around you. I'm Danny, or Phantom," he offers Tim a hand and then tilts his head slightly, "But never Daniel, for the record."

That is honestly too much information in just three sentences. Tim shakes the offered hand - which is way too cold to be actual human hand - mostly on reflex.

"I'm Tim," he adds dumbly, and Danny grins.

"Yeah, I know."

Which brings Tim back to what the boy said before, and he frowns.

"Wait, you said you've spent three years around me?" That means, since around the time Tim first put the Ring on, if he is not mistaken. The boy rubs the back of his neck.

"Yeah, well, I wanted to see who you were before I made myself known, but your family is a really nosy bunch, and you're quite literally never alone, and I kind of didn't want to scare you, so..."

"So you stalked me for three years," Tim finishes the sentence when Danny trails off. The boy grimaces and makes a so-so expression.

"I mean, you all did think I was some kind of an eldritch monster that's going to spirit you away or something. Showing up unannounced would be awkward at the least," he reasons. Tim can't argue with it when he puts it that way.

So, instead, he reaches for the cup in Danny’s hand and snatches it away, taking a sip before the boy is able to protest. It does taste like the best bobba he tried, so there's that.

"Are you?" He asks, tapping the straw on his chin as Danny floats up again, seemingly unbothered about the stolen drink. Looks like keeping his feet on the floor is either uncomfortable or rather unnatural for him.

"Am I what?" Danny raises one eyebrow.

"An eldritch monster?" Tim clarifies, and, between one moment and another, the sight of the semi-normal, albeit floating, guy in front of him distorts like a glitching video. Glimpses of bright, neon green eyes, sharp, inhuman teeth, and shadows crawling around the room fill Tim's vision, making him gasp sharply, but all of that is gone as soon as he blinks. Danny shrugs.

"I can be," he admits easily, "But most of the times, I'm not."

Tim looks at him thoughtfully, narrowing his eyes and taking another long sip of the drink. The bobba pearls taste vaguely like mango when he chews them.

On one hand, this is a very much unknown, possibly dangerous magic creature. On the other, the creature's name is Danny, and he does have a good taste for food, so how bad can it really be?

"Cool," he shrugs finally, offering the cup back, "Wanna go out some time?"

Danny smiles so bright that Tim can't help but return it and takes the almost empty drink, his fingers brushing over Tim's.

"I thought you'd never ask," he snorts.

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I’ve been waiting since March to post this...

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every year after you turn 17 you get further away from being the age of the dancing queen and that’s my least favorite thing about growing up