#miraculous of salt I know I keep tagging you

[xhanisai]

I can’t believe I have to say this again.

But like.

Do not leave comments that bash on the actual show whilst ‘complimenting’ my fanworks. It does not make me happy at all IN FACT I really HATE it when people do that. 

I create stuff for this fandom because I adore the show with all its flaws and everything. I grew up with the show and I adore the characters so much. So when I receive comments or tags saying stuff like “Ugh if only the writers knew how to write like that” or “You should be in charge of canon cos canon is shit lol”, it just fucks up my mood and it makes me feel grossed out. 

There are millions of things out there to write or say to other people about their work without having to bring down canon and what the actual professionals have worked on.

Keep your gripes about the show off my work.

[iwasbored777]

You're gonna cancel me for this but Idc I've always been controversial....

Lila and Chloé are doing the "let's stop being rivals bc of a boy and be friends instead" much better than Marinette and Kagami. I know that Lila and Chloé don't feel that kind of love for Adrien but their friendship is built on unity and trust, the first two's relationship is so one-sided that I wonder why are the writers even acting this is a friendship.

[riacte]

Space Opera AU dashboard simulator

🥧 syrupstars Follow

Anyone else think that Red King racer is a little... y'know... fruity?

👑 falsewellsupremacy Follow

He literally says "ladies, gentlemen, everyone in between, get in line" so I think that answers your question.

🥧 syrupstars Follow

What about the "#Ally4Life 🏳️‍🌈" on his Twilight handle?

👑 falsewellsupremacy Follow

I genuinely have no idea. Maybe he thinks it's about him being an ally to cishet people

#idk ren's just like that sometimes #void knows what he's doing #also prev tags you do not want to get into the black hole of who ren has dated #he has rumours with 3/4 of the grid #edit: WHO MENTIONED BAD BOY TEENAGE REN IN MY NOTES #the shippers are here... oh no #edit 2: not ren at the club.

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oh my voiddd ofc That Duo got p1 again... i need them to dnf in the race. i hope they crash and burn and die and i need crastle to get podium for ONCE. i am so mad. i am calling for the goddess tsuki to curse them. dnf dnf crash burn DIE

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the goddess tsuki LITERALLY protects racers and that's why they pray to her? you think the goddess tsuki, creator of lumians, will curse an actual lumian? be so fucking fr

🛑 bluebatshater Follow

if you dont have anything productive to say get off my post. freak

#those blue bats stannies are SO ANNOYING THEY ARE EVERYWHERE #they're overshadowing all the other teams #cant even be a bitchy hater in peace #salt #negativity #hateposting

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OMG FALSE IS SO PRETTY SHES MY QUEEN OF HEARTS OMG OMGOMGOGM 💖💖💖💖💖💖 i tihnk im gonna pass out. HER HAIR FLYING IN THE WIND AND HER RED FRECKLES AND HER SMILE WHY IS MY HEART BEATING SO FAST and Ren is hot I guess he's tall like a ferris wheel

🔮 queenofstarz03 Follow

Looking at posts from five years ago is funny like how did I ever believe I was straight

🍦 jelliepopsicle Follow

OP, I think I recognise your url... did you write that viral Bad Boy Ren x QoH fic on Launchpad?

🔮 queenofstarz03 Follow

💀 Shut the fuck up right NOWWW!!

#STOP MENTIONING THAT FIC I WFOTE WHEN I WAS THIRTEEEN!!! #everything before my gay awakening is not canon. sorry #tbh... as much as a nightmare it was i kinda miss that stupid fic #it was from a simpler time #now im in university trying to contact my groupmates and i think one of them got lost in a blackhole last tuesday (again) #sigh. this keeps on happening to me #my cousin worked on one of the moons last summer for two weeks and came back like he'd aged six months #my friend's ex got sucked into a black hole and was briefly spaghettified but they managed to revive her and she gloats that she's finally taller than my friend's ex #whoops sorry for dumping in the notes #anyways. bad boy rk x good girl queen of hearts. awful idea. even more awful fic. yet i wrote it #i regret everything and nothing

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🗣️ peace-and-planets-deactivated63891092

PSA: Sunblr user @/summerheavens writes RPF of the Exterra 1 racers. She is a big name fan in the Miraculous Laserbug fandom so I thought you all would like to know. This is gross and disgusting behaviour and I implore you to stop.

🍬 summerheavens Follow

umm @/peace-and-planets i literally saw your kudos on my fic. the evidence is out there. girl what are YOU doing at the devil's sacrament. what are you doing on my roseduo rpf titled "hang your head low in the glow of the vending machine (we're not trying)".

but i'm glad you liked it enough to give it a kudos ^_^ will certainly be putting more on the starchive!

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LMFAOOOO OP DEACTIVATEDDDDD 😭😭😭 sunblr user got killed by a rpf author. if you're gonna secretly read rpf maybe not leave a kudos?????

🚀 exterrablrheritage

Exterra 1 Heritage Post

⚡ littlewoodbabygirl69

It's been ten years since this post... @/summerheavens are you okay after recent developments

🍬 summerheavens Follow

am i okay? is ANYONE okay??? in these trying times??????? with the most chaotic gp to ever exist?????? i am PULLING OUT WIPS i dropped out of respect ten years ago. i've got to send my kid to daycare but once i'm done you bet you're seeing me on the starchive. miss swift even dropped her 20th album just in time for me to use lyrics as titles. i am LIVING and i am THRIVING

#ohhhhhhhhhh #let's go #also can't believe taylor finally addressed the vehicle manslaughter rumours from like twenty years ago #how fitting #also littlewood needs to get his shit together #why does he look like he's the one who hasn't seen his man in 32738102371 years and got his soul shattered #he's weak and won't survive the winter

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WHAT is wrong with that lykos. i desire him carnally

🌳 treebark

@/handoftheking

🪓 handoftheking

I mean... yeah. Let's face it, we're all like that 🤷

⭐ nonbinarystar Follow

MR LITTLEWOOD WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE

#WHAT IS WRONG WITH HIM #I HATE HIM SO MUCH #PARASOCIAL RELATIONSHIPS CAN ALSO BE ABOUT HATE #THIS GLOWSTICK MF IS MY WORST ENEMY #he just canonised treebark for the sixth time #also prev tags so real #need to slingshot him into a faraway galaxy

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🫃 spaceshipmpreg Follow

Who put that Just a Dream FalseRen AMV on my dash again

🔮 queenofstarz03 Follow

Respect your roots!! That 125M views Just a Dream AMV raised a generation. Every kid in my school played it on loop on their ipods during recess

🔮 queenofstarz03 Follow

wait op can you explain your url

🫃 spaceshipmpreg Follow

No 👍

#i think we should get the dogwarts freighter pregnant

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[marinettemarch]

Marinette March is back! And boy does our girl need a hug. Thank you so much to @ayydrienagreste for making this beautiful calendar, you are a literal angel! 

I’m so excited for this year’s event, and I hope you all are too. Here are just a few ground rules:

1. No salt. No character hate. No ship hate. 

2. Please keep your submissions Marinette/Ladybug-centric. Ship content is fine. 

3. Spoilers are fine, but please try to avoid sharing leaks. For the episodes aired out of order, please tag them with the appropriate episode titles so people who are waiting to watch episodes in order can blacklist them. 

4. NSFW is fine, but please put it under a read more and tag it accordingly. 

If you have any questions, feel free to send a message or an ask to this blog or my personal blog @purrincess-chat. Feel free to make any type of content that appeals to you. You can do as many or as few of the prompts as you want, and you can even do them out of order. Just be sure to use the tag #marinettemarch2023 and @ mention this blog, so I can find your submissions and reblog them! If it has been longer than 48 hours since you posted your submission, and I haven’t reblogged it, please reach out! I will do my best not to miss anyone, but we all know how tumblr is. 

For those who might not be able to read the image, here is the list of prompts in order under the cut:

1. Fashion Blog

2. Gift Giver

3. Past Ladybugs

4. Enemies

5. Weight of the World

6. Journal

7. Friends

8. Kittycat

9. Insomnia

10. Future

11. Hopeless Romantic

12. Pajama Girl

13. Baker’s Daughter

14. Love Story

15. Alone

16. Kwamis

17. Panic Attack

18. Wish

19. Meditate

20. Lucky Charm

21. Power Up

22. Guardian Training

23. Childhood

24. Kwami Swap

25. Motorcycle

26. Mistakes

27. Superheroine

28. Gaming Champion

29. Sewing

30. No Miraculous

31. Karma

[wackus-bonkus-maximus]

20 questions for fic writers

i'm very late but thank you so much for the tags @chocoluckchipz, @kasienda, @ladyofthenoodle, @lesbitorte, @rosie-b, and @bittersweetresilience (and if i missed anybody who did tag me i'm sorry! this post is dedicated to you in spirit <3)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

somehow it's up to 26

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

somehow it's up to 307,102

3. What fandoms do you write for?

miraculous ladybug right now, but i've had some lockwood & co ideas spinning ever since i finished the show and books!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

one does not love breathing

what makes a monster

this is how you lose him

keys to the kingdom

like smoke from a furnace

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

yes i try to respond to all! and i think this might be why odnlb and lies of attrition have more comments than kudos now... or it's just my wackus touch :3

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

i think it's rest your head (upon my shoulder) - but only because i know what happens after! i might write a follow up someday to fix that...

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

i had to think about this because i tried really hard to make the ending for odnlb worth all the angst and the happiest of all. but i think the truest happy ending goes to like smoke from a furnace 💛

8. Do you get hate on fics?

i've gotten some salt, some mean bookmarks, and exactly ONE hate comment on don't be a stranger (which i keep there as a badge of honor 🤩). but other than that people have been really respectful to me and supportive of my writing. it makes me really happy to be part of this community!

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

no, it's not for me. i stay off nsfw tags/ channels too.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

ooh i distinctly remember writing a sonny with a chance/ wizards of waverly place crossover when i was a middle schooler on ff.net and thinking i was very clever.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

YES. back on ff.net 😔

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

i've had a request for odnlb to be translated, but idk what happened with that!

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

yes!

ephialtes/reverie with @bittersweetresilience, @ninadove, @paracosmicat, @trishacollins, and @ultear-tigra.

atm i have lies of attrition in-progress with @ladyofthenoodle!

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

ahhh i have to pick?? i'm still very weak for raven x beast boy from teen titans 💜💚

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

quitting is for quitters.

16. What are your writing strengths?

plotting and action scenes. i get a lot of compliments on those!

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

poetry, stream of consciousness. i feel like my dialogue could be better a lot of the time.

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

if it serves a narrative purpose, keep it! best examples i can think of is the spanish in blood meridian by joseph conrad, and the soldiers speaking czech in saving private ryan.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

👻 danny phantom! 💚

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

oh it's definitely odnlb. that was my practice fic for writing a novel - my own private test to see if i could do it. turns out i could.

tagging @sizzleissues, @erisluna35, and @narukoibito - no pressure ofc!

[sapphires-and-silver-linings]

The Betrayer | Chapter Five: New Normal

It wasn’t home, but it would do. You would make do.

Pairing: Albert Wesker/F!Reader, Chris Redfield/F!Reader

Tags: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

Notes: Chapter 5 is now here! I know this is kinda slow going, but I really wanted to show off the world as I envision it and build more on the relationship that's developing between Chris and Lucky. They're my everything. I love them both so much. Wesker will be here soon, I swear. And once he arrives, he will fight tooth and nail to stay present cos it can't not be about him (he demands the attention lmao). I feel like Lucky and Chris deserve a little peace before the shitstorm that's about to hit, anyway. Let me know your thoughts! I'd love to hear your favorite parts, if you have any!

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Day 2; Survivors’ Camp

You awoke with a splitting headache as the dim light of day hit your face uncomfortably. You shifted, rubbing the crust that collected in your lashes. 

You turned to assess the bedside table, suddenly aware that you were not home and that there was no alarm clock to greet your narrowed, sleep-ridden eyes.

You looked at your wrist, groaning when you recalled that you hadn’t worn your watch in weeks, ever since your arm was broken. You could have just placed it on your dominant one, but it always felt so uncomfortable and like it got in the way. You glanced at your miraculously healed appendage warily, regretting that decision now.

You knew you should get up. You were hungry and dehydrated and had to use the bathroom; hopefully, even get the chance to bathe. Plus, a trial potentially awaited you around sundown. You needed to prepare.

But what Chris had told you the night before just looped over and over in your head.

My home is gone, you thought. So many people are dead.

I’m dead.

You felt a wave of nausea overtake you and you laid back, pulling in deep, shuddering breaths. Tears would’ve been pricking your eyes by now if you even had any left to cry. 

You weren’t sure how long you stayed awake after Chris left. You felt like you sobbed for hours, soaking your pillows and sheets in salt water and snot until you passed out face down, so exhausted that your brain just crashed completely.

Instead of getting up, you rolled back over and screwed your eyes shut. You weren’t even tired anymore; not in the way of needing sleep, at least. You just didn’t want to get out of bed and face the truth that you were trapped in, as you had called it yesterday, a “supernatural colosseum”. 

You weren’t reminded of gladiators clashing blades, though. That would be too fair. 

You thought of those thrown into the dirt with nothing but the clothes on their backs–if they were even allowed those–in front of some starving beast, like a hound or a bear or even a lion. 

And just like those poor sods, you too would be ripped apart and devoured.

How did any of the others manage? How could they get out of bed every day and keep moving, knowing they would endure–albeit brief–bouts of suffering come the evening? 

And to think, not even death was a reprieve. 

You always thought you were strong, that you were able to push through the horrors that life flung at you every so often, but you realized lying there that you were wrong.

You were so, so weak. And you dreaded the moment you would enter your first trial. 

You recounted how you were nearly caught the first night you arrived, both by that giant spider and one of the killers that lurked in the dark forest sprawling out endlessly beyond the walls of this camp. You struggled to survive those encounters, and you even had a gun and your combat knife to aid you! How would you fare without a weapon?

My gun, you thought, snaking your hand under the covers to the now-empty holster strapped to your waist. Great, it was lying in some dirty alleyway, god knows where. At least it was out of bullets. 

Still, it was part of a gift to you and your fellow S.T.A.R.S. members and had even been custom-made to your liking. It was one of your most prized possessions. You called it “The Dragon” for no other reason than you thought it sounded dope as hell. Joseph and Forest had laughed when you told them but agreed wholeheartedly. 

A pain shot through your chest.

You missed them.

You decided to curl in on yourself, staying in bed for as long as you possibly could, not knowing what time it was, but deciding you didn’t care. All of it was too much for you. 

You had almost fallen back asleep when a soft knock on your door startled you awake.

“Who is it?” you called groggily. 

“Chris. Can I come in?” 

You sighed, knowing it was time to pull your shit together.

“Go ahead. Door isn’t locked.” 

Not even half a second later, the large man had pushed open the door, bending over to pick something off the ground before making his way inside, using his foot to shut it behind him. 

“It’s just past noon,” he told you, setting what was in his arms down on the dresser across from you. “I figured I’d let you get as much rest as possible after… after our talk last night.” 

You finally sat up, your bones creaking in opposition as you stretched. “Thanks. I really needed it.”

He nodded before pointing to the objects beside him. “I brought you something to eat. And some water.”

You stood, grunting in pain as your ankle protested against the weight of your body. It was much better compared to yesterday, the swelling reduced significantly. That was good. 

Chris watched your momentary struggle before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a couple of loose pills. “Here, for the pain. Don’t tell anyone I gave you these, though. I had Rebecca steal them from the supply shed. We try to only use them in dire situations, but I think you deserve some slack.” 

You offered him a small, grateful smile as you stepped up to him. “Thank you.”

You took the medicine from his hand and turned to grab whatever receptacle of water he had brought you, finding a gallon jug. There was a tin mug like the one you had sipped from the night before, a ceramic bowl filled with what looked like oatmeal, and a large plastic container with a washcloth and bar of soap in it.

You turned to face him quizzically at the array of items.

“There’s no plumbing here, so we have to conserve water,” he explained. “We usually only get half a gallon a day, but you didn’t drink much last night. I was able to talk the others into bringing you more to catch up. Can’t have you dying of thirst before your first trial. I think you’d be embarrassed.”

You huffed a laugh. “I guess we live on rag baths, then.”

“Pretty much. The rule we decided on was that only those who survive the trials get to take an actual bath. The rest of us, well…” he gestured to the plastic container. 

“How efficient,” you muttered, pouring some of the water into the mug so you could take the painkillers. You drained it before quickly devouring the oatmeal. You would normally smother it in butter and brown sugar, so the plain oats were incredibly bland, but food was food. 

After you finished, you set down the bowl and turned to Chris. “Where’s the bathroom in this place?” 

“Depends on what you’re looking for. We have a couple of sheds where the bathtubs are and a few outhouses.”

You grimaced at the thought, but a girl had to go when she had to go. “Outhouse, unfortunately.”

“Right this way, then.” 

You followed him out of your room and into the camp, everyone bustling around and either doing various chores or hanging about and chatting. 

Everything was washed in the soft orange glow of the “sun”, but there was no warmth radiating from it. Just a chilly zephyr dancing through the trees. You wondered if the weather ever changed. 

You were greeted as you passed by, and you waved and smiled politely, though the expression didn’t quite reach your eyes. You hoped you would feel some semblance of normalcy soon enough. But at that moment, grief still had its claws buried into you. 

You knew Chris could tell you were hurting, but he didn’t say anything. You were thankful for it. 

Finally, Chris brought you to the very back of the encampment, where a group of six outhouses built on top of a short platform sat against the large stone wall. A few yards away were two sheds, also atop a platform, where you guessed the bathtubs resided. 

You pondered how it all worked, considering Chris told you there was no plumbing. “Where… Where does it all go?” 

He pulled a face. “There are tanks under the platforms that catch the water from the bath sheds and the… everything else… from the outhouses. A pipe down there leads under the camp wall into a big ditch dug out on the other side.”

“You’re kidding me. You built… a poop moat?” 

He laughed loudly at that, slapping his hand over his stomach. “I sure as hell didn’t. I lucked out that I showed up after that architect, Felix, did. Apparently, they were using buckets before he set this whole thing up.”

“Our hero.” 

“Hey, be snarky all you want, but I’d bet you prefer this than shitting in a bucket and tossing it in a corner.”

You scrunched your nose up at the idea and nodded. “No, you’re right about that.”

“I always am.” 

You gasped, realizing he had just mirrored what you said to him the day before. “Don’t throw my words back at me, Redfield. I’ve kicked your ass before and I’ll do it again.”  

He rolled his eyes. “It happened once, and only because you caught me off guard.”

You punched his arm lightly before heading towards one of the outhouses. “Alright, alright, shut it. I’m gonna go now, unless you want me to piss myself.”

“I’ll meet you back at the camp in a bit, then. Give you a tour of the place,” he chuckled as he backed away. 

You entered the small room, pleasantly surprised by how clean and well-stocked with toilet paper it was. There was even hand sanitizer sitting on the shelf beside the rolls. 

You deliberated how often the other survivors must go on supply runs, and–with disgust–what would happen if they emptied the reserves. 

Surely, the Entity was allowing them to restock everything, right? There could only be so many items in a world created and controlled by a single… being, whatever it was. And it’s not like there were factories full of workers to pump these things out. 

Perhaps it was incidental?

You thought about the haphazard buildings scattered around both the inside and outside of the camp, seemingly pulled from different places and sat down at random. The Entity must have actually been taking the structures from the worlds these people were from. It stood to reason that so did the supplies. 

The motivations of the Entity confused you, but what did the musings of meat matter to a butcher, anyway?

The thought made you squirm. 

After you had finished your business, you started to head back towards camp when Jill approached you, a metal bucket full of cleaning supplies in her hand. 

“Lucky, hey,” she greeted. “How are you holding up today?”

“I’ve been better, but I’m trying to keep it together,” you replied.

She looked at you and there was a sad gleam in her eyes. “Chris told me he… filled you in.”

“Yeah, I think I’m all caught up. Unless you got any more bad news for me?” You were trying to be lighthearted, but it fell flat.

“Listen, I’m… I’m sorry. For everything. I was in the city when it all happened and… I wish I could have gotten your family out. I spent the whole time just trying to survive. Couldn’t manage to do much else.”

Your heart ached as you looked at your friend, so full of guilt like Chris had been the night before. You grabbed her shoulder firmly. “Jill, I don’t blame you. For any of it. It’s not anyone’s fault.” 

“Except Umbrella’s,” she responded, venom laced in her voice.

“Yeah, except Umbrella’s,” you agreed. 

She patted your hand before you dropped it. “Well, the bathtubs aren’t gonna clean themselves. What are you doing for the rest of the day?”

“Chris told me he was gonna show me around the place, get me some clothes.” 

She gave you a secretive look that you didn’t understand. “You two have fun, then. See you later.”

“Uh, yeah. See you.”

You made your way back to the edge of camp, moving to stand beside Chris as he chatted with a woman nearby. Claudette, if you recalled correctly from the previous day. 

They turned to face you as you reached them and Chris spoke, “Lucky, this is Claudette. She’s the one who started the garden over there and is the best forager around. Without her, we’d be a lot hungrier.” 

Claudette blushed. “Oh, it’s really not that impressive. We’re all just doing what we can to make life here a little more comfortable.” 

“Well, I think it’s fantastic,” you told her. “My mother used to garden a lot before she passed. I always wished I had gotten into it. Maybe you could teach me?” 

The young woman beamed. “Of course! When we place you in the chore rotation, I’ll make sure we team up!”

“Chore rotation, huh? You guys really have it figured out, don’t you?” 

“It’s very well organized here, yeah,” Chris replied as he looked around the camp, sounding almost proud. “We maintain a tight enough ship to keep things moving but flexible enough in case someone’s hurt and can’t do their week’s chores. The more folks who show up, the less we all have to do individually. Though that means there are more mouths to feed.”

“And more people stuck in this hell world,” you muttered. “Double-edged sword.”

“Something like that.” 

 “Well,” Claudette said, trying to change the subject to something less grim, “if you’re interested, maybe I can show you what we have growing!” 

Chris, out of Claudette’s peripheral vision, gave you a warning look before slicing his hand in front of his neck, mouthing, “Don’t get her started.” 

You sucked in your lips to stop yourself from laughing as you faced Claudette. “Maybe tomorrow? Chris wanted to take me on a tour of the camp before the trial tonight.”

She looked a little disappointed, but smiled at you. “Yeah, of course!”

You and Chris bid her goodbye as she shuffled off, and you turned to him. “What was that about?”

“She’s smart as hell and good at what she does, but if you let her, she will talk about her plants for hours.” 

“Well, someone oughta indulge her. I imagine we don’t get to discuss our passions that often, considering we’re trying to survive day to day,” you admonished as Chris began leading you to the other side of camp. 

“Hey, if you want to die of boredom, be my guest. I let her talk my ear off when I first got here and I started passing out on my feet. Besides, Rebecca seems to be the only person who even knows what she’s saying and can actually carry a conversation with her about it, so it's not like she’s alone.” 

“Couple of nerds,” you joked. “Makes me wish I actually went to college instead of joining the force.”

“Do you ever regret it?” he questioned, his voice suddenly serious.

The tonal shift of the conversation nearly gave you whiplash as you snapped your eyes to his face. He wasn’t looking at you directly and just kept moving forward. 

You considered it for a moment before answering, “No. I don’t think I do. Got to know some of the best people I ever met, and we really did a lot of good work. Despite how it all went down… I was happy.” 

He hummed in response and you asked, “What about you?”

He sighed, his eyes shifting to meet your gaze. “I’ll be honest, there are days I wish I never joined S.T.A.R.S. Especially now, knowing the truth.”

“You don’t regret meeting me, though, do you?” you teased, bumping into him.

“Of course not,” he scoffed as if offended. “You’re one of the best things that ever happened to me, Lucky.”

He said it so casually, but the words made your face burn. Why did that affect you so badly?

You huffed out a laugh, trying to ease the tension. “That’s what they all say.” 

You could see a smile tugging on the corner of his lips, but he didn’t respond. 

You finally arrived at your destination. The barn stood in front of you, the shed sat off to your left, and the garden Claudette was so keen on laid behind you.

Chris pointed to the shed, which had a closed padlock on it. There were two survivors sitting on chairs by the door, on guard.

“That’s where we put a lot of the supplies. We always have eyes on it to stop people from just taking what they want. There’s even a sign-in sheet for when we pull things out or bring them back, just to keep note of what we have.” 

“Makes sense, I guess.” You thought about the pills he had Rebecca steal for you, wondering how the younger girl managed to nab them. She was a medic, after all. The other survivors probably didn’t think much of it.

Chris then strode towards the barn, opening one of the large doors. “And this is where we stock the water.”

When you entered the building after him, you were awestruck by what was before you.

There were a bunch of drums stacked against the side walls and what you realized was a DIY water filtration device built onto one of the support beams, which held up a high loft in the back. There were several turned-over milk jugs that spiraled down the joist, set on wire stands nailed firmly into the wood.

The jugs were connected by plastic tubing sticking from the main openings and holes cut into the sides, sealed with duct tape to prevent leakage. The ends of each tube were wrapped tightly with a piece of cloth, meant to strain the water through until it hit the empty drum that was placed below. 

There was a ladder to reach the loft, where a large pot–which you supposed was usually filled with boiled water–had been set on a crate right next to the top of the filtration system. The uppermost jug had its bottom completely cut off, turning it into more of a funnel. 

It was an impressive creation, but you wondered why they would go through all this trouble. Something must have been wrong with the water, considering how much of it was lost to evaporation. Not to mention how time-consuming boiling and filtering enough to fill even one of the drums must be. You voiced this much to Chris.

“Well, there’s this stream we get our water from, and before even I got here, the survivors just drank from it without a problem. But then, one day, everyone started to get sick with the blight.”

“The what?” 

He grimaced. “It’s a nasty sickness that comes from these flowers that only grow in the realm. There’s a killer here, completely made up of the stuff, and he likes to… experiment.”

“Did he poison the water?!” 

“Not quite. They went to resupply and found a dead buck upstream. It had been blighted and it was just… pouring out the stuff. We don’t know for sure how long the stream is, so the best way to prevent another blight poisoning is to boil and filter the water when we bring it back to camp. Besides, we don’t exactly have the luxury of checking to make sure there’s not a corpse in the stream every single supply run. If we spend too much time outside the walls, even in the daylight, we risk getting caught by a killer.” 

“How sick exactly were they?” 

“The blight kills us. And quickly, too. At least it isn’t contagious, as far as we know. There are other illnesses here, but we usually have a chance to survive those.” 

“Jesus. How come the killer is fine, then? if the stuff is that dangerous.”

“We don’t know. The killers are given an insane amount of strength and stamina here, while I argue us survivors are weakened.”

Every single thing you have learned so far about this world brought you closer to tearing out your own hair. “That’s so fucking unfair!” 

“I know. This place is rigged against us.” Chris sighed, his expression sympathetic before he changed the subject, “Why don’t we find you some new clothes and you can get cleaned up a little before the trial? It’s not a hot shower, but you might still feel better.” 

You nodded. “Yeah, you’re right. I must look as shitty as I feel right now.” 

He chuckled lightly. “I have to admit, you do look worse for wear. Remind me to find you a comb and a toothbrush too.” 

You pretended to take offense. “Are you saying my hair’s a mess and my breath stinks? Where’d you learn your manners, Redfield? A barn?”

He rolled his eyes as you gestured to the building you were standing in. “I grew up in the Midwest, Lucky, what do you think?”

You both broke out into laughter.

He made it easy to feel a little lighter in a place so dark when the two of you bantered like this. You didn’t know how you could ever express your gratitude for that, amongst everything else he’d done for you. 

You already owed him your life, what could you possibly give him in return that would ever be enough?

The laughter subsided and the pair of you trudged back to the facility, chatting the whole way. He led you to a storage closet, and when he opened the door to let you inside, you found the small room to be packed with clothes and accessories of all sorts. 

“Everyone has a few outfits they change into. These are the extras we keep around when new survivors show up. Feel free to pick whatever you want. You’ll probably want a couple pairs of pajamas and things to wear during the day. We only do a large group laundry washing once a week.”

You looked around you. “I don’t even know where to start.”

A familiar voice came through the open door, “I know everything in here. Let me help.”

You turned in shock to find Ada maneuvering easily past Chris’s large frame to stand in front of one of the racks, shuffling through the items hung there. Your eyes met with Chris’s, finding that he seemed equally confused by the offer. 

Ada threw a shirt and some pants at you. “These should fit. But try them on, just in case.” 

You caught the articles of clothing but didn’t move immediately to get dressed, dumbstruck. 

Ada faced Chris. “What are you standing there for? Are you going to watch her change?” 

He shook his head, bewildered. “No, of course not! I’ll… I’ll go get you some toiletries, Lucky. Meet me in your room.” 

You nodded and he left, closing the door behind him. 

Ada turned to you. “Well, hurry. Put them on.”

You quickly did as you were told as she faced away, creating a small pile of clothes on the table beside you to try on. To your shock, everything fit you near perfectly, even the shoes. How did she know your size?

“Chris told you what happened to Raccoon City, didn’t he?” she asked, ruffling through the jackets. 

You froze. “How’d you know? Did he tell you?”

She scoffed. “No, he didn’t. But for one, you look worse than you did yesterday–”

“Gee, thanks.”

“And the walls in here aren’t as thick as you think they are.”

Your face grew hot with embarrassment as you remembered she stayed in the room beside yours. She had heard you crying–no, wailing–all night. 

“Oh…” 

You put your old clothes on and she finally turned to face you. “I still don’t trust you. I won’t until you’re put in a trial and we know for sure you’re not a killer just playing with us.”

“That’s fair, I guess,” you replied, unsure of where this was going. 

Her gaze softened ever-so-slightly, though, when you met her eyes. “But for what it’s worth, I’m sorry. It’s bad enough being stuck here, but to find out you lost everything you left behind… I couldn’t imagine.”

With that, she strode past you and out of the door.

What the fuck was that?

You shook your head to clear it and left with the pile in your arms.

You found Chris in your room, exactly where he said he would be, sitting on the edge of your bed. 

He took in the perplexed look on your face and chuckled as you plopped your new wardrobe into the top drawer of the dresser. “What happened back there?”

“I’m not sure,” you replied, sitting next to him. “I think… I think Ada and I are cool now? I mean, she said she still doesn’t trust me until I’m in a trial, but she was… really nice at the same time?”

He smiled. “Look at you, already making friends with everybody.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” you laughed. “I think I’m just something new and shiny. The novelty will fade eventually. Or the pity.” 

 Chris looked shocked by your self-deprecation. “Have you met yourself, Lucky? Everybody who knows you loves you. I doubt the people here will be any different.”

“Does that include you?” you weren’t sure why you asked. Curiosity, you supposed. 

You regretted it as soon as it left your mouth.

His eyes widened a bit. “Well, uh… As I said, everyone who knows you does.”

Neither of you knew what to say after that, sitting in silence and just staring at your own laps. 

Why were you being so weird about this? He was one of your best friends, after all. Of course he would say that.

When you turned to face him and apologize for making things awkward, he was already looking at you intently, that same expression from last night when you danced together alighting his face.

Was it just you, or did he drift closer?

“You find me a toothbrush?” you blurted, breaking the tension.

He looked like he snapped out of a haze and pulled back. “Oh, yeah. Got you a whole bunch of stuff. It’s right here.”

He pulled a cloth bag from the floor next to the bed and handed it over to you.

“Thanks,” you replied, taking it and jumping to your feet to put some distance between you. 

What the hell is wrong with me?!

“Well, I’ll let you get cleaned up, then. There’s a bathroom down the hall if you need a mirror. The sinks and toilets don’t work, obviously, so I’d drain the water you use outside,” he told you, standing up. “I guess when you’re ready, everyone will be at camp. Only a couple hours until the trial.” 

“Yeah, I’ll see you out there,” you said, giving him a smile and trying to act normal. 

He only nodded before he was out the door. 

As soon as it closed behind him, you let out a breath. 

What was that? Why did you get so nervous? Why was he looking at you like that?

You didn’t want to think about it anymore, the world around you confusing enough as it was. 

You poured the contents of the bag he gave you onto the bed. You were met with a comb that had a few teeth missing, a toothbrush, toothpaste from a brand you didn’t recognize, a stick of deodorant, and an old stained towel to dry yourself with. He also brought you an alcohol wipe and antibiotic ointment for your cut.

You put the items back in the bag before throwing a change of clothes and the plastic container on the dresser in there as well, grabbing the jug of water and heading out to search for the bathroom. 

It took you a moment to find it, as the medical facility was a bit of a labyrinth despite its relatively small size. You set the bag and jug on the counter and finally took a good look at yourself in the mirror.

“Fuck,” was all you could muster.

When Chris and Ada said you looked rough, they weren’t lying. 

Your hair was an absolute mess, pieces of it sticking in every direction out of the tight braid you had put it in the night you were taken by the fog. Both your skin and clothes were covered in dirt and blood, and you were unsure if the latter was yours or Ghost Face’s.

You took in the cut on your cheek, which traveled all the way from the corner of your eye to the side of your mouth. It was crusted over, the scab a nasty dark brown. You wondered idly if it would heal before you eventually died. The thought sent a spike of anxiety through you.

Well, time to get to work. 

You stripped yourself of your clothes and tossed them to the floor before filling the container from the jug. You weren’t sure how much water you should use, considering the whole conservation ordeal. You were thankful you got a full gallon just this once, as Chris had said everyone usually gets half of that a day for drinking and washing. 

God, the whole situation was fucked. 

You started with the soap, lathering it up in your hands and slowly and carefully applying it over your body. You then took the rag and wet it before ringing it and wiping off the thin layer of suds. 

You were gentle with the cut on your face–not wanting to peel off the scab and make it bleed everywhere–before you moved on to the rest of you, cleaning everything but your hair. 

Your hair… How would you wash it? Should you even try? You had no idea how long it would be until you were able to truly bathe again, as it completely hinged on whether or not you were placed in and survived the trials. 

You decided to make use of the extra water you were supplied and poured a good cup or two more into the soapy container. It was big enough to hold your head into, but you knew it could get messy if you weren’t careful. 

Before you could, though, you had to take your hair from its braid, gently pulling the strands apart with your fingers and then using the comb to break up the knots that formed there. Chris didn’t give you shampoo or conditioner, but any soap to scrub the last two days from your scalp was good enough for you right now.

You managed to wash your hair, but it was awkward and you made a bit of a puddle on the floor. You wrung your locks out over the container, the water turning a lovely shade of gray, which made your nose scrunch in disgust. 

You dried yourself with the towel before you brushed your teeth, pouring only a little bit of water from the jug over the toothbrush to wet it.

The bristles against your teeth were a welcome sensation, and you swished a bit of the water in your mouth before spitting into the container. 

And now your mouth was clean. You felt somewhat normal again. 

You cautiously rinsed the toothbrush and re-combed through your damp hair before turning to face the mirror, gasping as you took in the bruises that covered your naked form. 

You were less shocked by the ones on your arms and legs, recalling the number of times you fell to the ground that first night in the realm, though they had been mostly hidden by your clothes. What really caught your attention was the one on your throat, a blue and purple blotch decorating the front of it like some twisted necklace in the shape of a handprint. Your skin had been so saturated in blood and grime, you couldn’t even see it until now. 

You tried to shake the feeling of those gloved hands wrapped around you as you doctored your cut, rebandaged your ankle, and got dressed.

Just a shirt over a pair of jeans. Ada clearly knew what you’d like. She even seemed to know what underwear to put you in, which consisted of a sports bra and bikini-style panties. You peeled your socks and new pair of sneakers over your feet, then threw the slate-gray military jacket she gave you atop the ensemble. 

You faced the mirror again when you were finished, taking it all in. The outfit was simple and comfortable, while still looking good on you. You’d have to thank Ada later. 

You felt… better.

You were still sad and in pain and terrified out of your mind, but at least you were presentable. With this, you could fake it 'til you make it. That would have to be enough. 

You took a deep, steadying breath and gathered your things, dumping the filthy water you had used out of the bathroom window and making sure to cover the bruise along your throat with the collar of your jacket and your hair. You didn’t want the others, especially Chris, to see it and worry over you. They fussed enough about the ankle. 

You went back to your room and took a few minutes to organize things how you liked, hoping it would make it feel a little more comfortable. 

It wasn’t home, but it would do.

You would make do.

“Time to face the music,” you muttered to yourself before heading out to the center of camp. 

You were greeted by the other survivors as you sat down in front of the fire, feeling nice and cozy between the heat of the flames and the warmth of your new jacket. 

“There was a woman under all that filth?” Carlos teased you. Jill gave him a warning look and he chuckled. “You look better, is all I’m saying.” 

“I like the outfit,” Sheva added.

“Ada picked it out for me. She’s a real pro, it seems,” you replied, giving the aforementioned woman an appreciative nod. 

“Don’t mention it. Couldn’t have you wearing rags now, could I?” She acted like she didn’t care, but there was a knowing gleam in her brown eyes. 

“The cut looks like it’s healing well,” Rebecca said as she walked over and bent in front of you to check the wound. “How’s the ankle doing?”

“Better. It still hurts, but it’s manageable. I think I could run if I needed to.”

“Good. If you’re picked tonight, you probably will.”

The voice startled you, as it didn’t belong to anyone you’ve been introduced to thus far. 

You looked over to the man who spoke. He was much older than you, though still in shape. He had a beard and wore a beret, a cigarette hanging from his mouth. 

You wondered how often the group even came across things like cigarettes. Must be difficult to keep up a smoking habit in a place like this. You had a sudden hankering.

“Bill,” he said, before noticing you staring at the cancer stick between his lips. He pulled a pack from his pocket and offered one to you, along with an old metal lighter. “Here, might settle your nerves.” 

You grabbed the cigarette and lit it, taking a deep puff.

That hits the spot.

“I thought you quit,” remarked Chris. He was standing by the campfire, away from you. 

He seemed to be keeping a bit of distance, and you thought about the awkward moment you had shared earlier, cringing internally.

“I did,” you replied, the smoke curling from your nose as you exhaled. “But considering where we’re at, can you really blame me for taking one? Besides, can’t exactly tar up my lungs when I’ll be dying left and right.”

“You don’t know that yet.”

“That I’ll die or tar up my lungs?” You knew exactly what he meant, but you couldn’t stop yourself from snarking.

Chris only grunted in response and turned toward the flames, his arms crossed. You felt a pang of guilt hit you for being so coarse.

Bill, however, seemed amused by the exchange. “Damn right, kid. Might as well take the small pleasures where we can.”

“How long have you been here?” you asked the older man, desperate to change the subject and avoid the discomfort you were feeling build up between you and Chris. 

He scratched his beard in thought. “Few years. Some folks here keep track, but it all blurs together after a while.”

You were shocked. So far, the longest you were aware people had been stuck here was a year, tops. “How do you manage? You think you’d just go insane after being here for so long.”

“Kid, let me tell you something,” he started, leaning in closer. “We manage cos we got no other choice. We don’t got the luxury of going off our rocker, cos what would that do? Show weakness and put more of a target on our backs. And then everybody else would have to deal with us, to boot. We got no room for weakness, or for burdens, you hear?”

You were taken aback by his harsh words, but knew he was right. Losing your shit wouldn’t do you–nor anybody else–any favors. 

You replied, “Loud and clear.”

He nodded once and pulled back, apparently done with the conversation. 

Deciding you couldn’t stand the weird rift that opened between you and Chris, you stood and made your way over to him. 

“Want a drag?” you offered, holding the lit cig towards him like some cancerous olive branch. 

His eyes shifted over to you and he took it from your hand, the roll of paper comically small between his large fingers. 

He inhaled the smoke deeply, and you were honestly surprised. “I thought you quit too?”

“Yeah, well that was before.” 

Your unease was getting to you. “Look, I’m sorry. I’m just–I just don’t know how to cope with all of this. I know I’m not usually this negative, but I really don’t see much of a silver lining here.” 

“There isn’t one,” he agreed, handing you back the cigarette. “But we make them as we go.” 

“Right.” You thought perhaps that was it, feeling a bit dejected, but he placed his hand on the back of your neck, squeezing gently.

“I know it doesn’t seem like it, but everything will be fine, Lucky. No matter what, I’ll be here for you. I want you to believe that,” he whispered, finally looking down at you. 

Your heart sputtered in your chest. Of course you believed him. You always would. When had he ever let you down?

You knew he thought he failed you when he couldn’t save you or your friends, or get your family to safety, but you wouldn’t hold that against him. He did the best he could in a situation he had no control over. He tried, and that was all that mattered to you. 

Without thinking, you threw the butt of the cigarette into the fire and burrowed yourself into his side. He stiffened at first, shocked by the sudden affection, but draped his arm around you to hold you tightly. 

“I do believe you,” you murmured into his vest.

He only pulled you closer.

The moment was disturbed, though, when another stranger cleared his throat beside you, speaking in a British accent, “Not to interrupt, but we best be getting supplies ready.”

Chris sighed and begrudgingly released you. “I’m going to the supply shed with David, here. There’s something I need to grab if you end up in the trial tonight, anyway. Be right back.”

You simply nodded as the two large men trudged off, resigned to staring at the flames before you until the trial began.

“So what exactly is the deal between you two?” You turned to face a short, full-figured woman approaching you, yet another unfamiliar face. “Jane Romero, by the way.” 

You raised a brow at her. “Hi. I’m not sure what you mean by that.” 

“Oh, I don’t know, you two just seem really close. I’m honestly jealous. He’s such a hunk.” There was a knowing sparkle in her gaze that confused you.

“I mean, he’s my best friend.” 

“Just a friend?”

“Why do you ask?” you interrogated, eyes narrowed.

“Curiosity, mostly. But I just wanted to know if he was still single.” 

You laughed, “Chris isn’t really the dating type. If you’re looking for love, I don’t think he’s the best option for you.”

“I never said I wanted anything exclusive,” she replied, smirking. 

For some reason, her insinuation made you angry. You weren’t sure why you even cared. Chris had had plenty of flings in the past, and you never paid his love life any mind beyond teasing him for being a bit of a manwhore.

Before you could respond, Chris and David had returned and Jane waved you goodbye as she sauntered off. She was gorgeous, that much you could admit. The two of them would probably hit it off if Chris wasn’t so… so tense in this place. 

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss the old him, the one who made all sorts of trouble with you. This Chris, this older Chris, had gone through hell and back. The version of him you knew died in that mansion, you supposed. 

But earlier that day, and even the one before, there had been moments when that lighthearted side of him shone through his stoic facade. Maybe you could bring it back. He deserved to be happy–to cut loose like he once did. 

“Hey,” he said as he stood beside you again, pulling you from your thoughts, “you ready for this?”

He was referring to the trial. You gulped.

“No, but I don’t have much of a choice.” 

He grabbed your shoulder and squeezed it, a reassuring smile on his face. “Remember what I said? Everything–”

“Everything will be fine,” you repeated his words with a roll of your eyes. “Yeah, yeah.”

That pain in your skull from yesterday suddenly resurfaced, and everyone shifted uncomfortably as they waited for the Entity’s verdict.

Unlike before, instead of the mental thread snapping, it felt like it had somehow tightened. Like your head would pop off your neck if it yanked just a little bit harder.

Dread seeped into you, knowing what that meant immediately. 

You were hoping so desperately you could avoid the trial another day. 

No dice.

You glanced around nervously to see who else was chosen and were relieved to find Chris, Jill, and Rebecca stepping forward to pick through the supplies. 

A silver lining, you thought. Maybe this won’t be so bad. 

 Your friends beckoned you over and you moved to stand beside them, unsure of what you should even take with you. 

“Here,” Jill said, handing you a rusted toolbox. “This will make working the gens easier.” 

“Thanks.” 

The group stood up, Rebecca and Jill each carrying a medkit while Chris sported a flashlight. 

The others crowded around the four of you and wished you luck. Claire gave you and Chris a hug. Carlos gripped Jill’s shoulder and leaned down to whisper something in her ear that made her smile before he turned and winked at you. The rest of them waved or nodded in solidarity.

After the exchange, you were preparing to enter the fog that started creeping toward you, but Chris held you back. “Wait, there’s something I gotta do first.” 

You looked at him quizzically as he pulled a piece of cloth from his vest pocket and threw it into the fire. He closed his eyes and mouthed something to himself. 

When he was done, he turned to face you again, explaining, “We can use certain items we find to make offerings to the Entity for favors. What I just threw in there is called a shroud, and it makes sure we all start the trial together.” 

“We usually don’t?” The idea that you could have been alone during your first trial somehow fried your nerves further.

He shook his head. “No, the Entity just plops us down at random, for the most part.”

“Anything else I should know?”

“We should really get going,” Jill interrupted. “We’ll handle the rest when we’re in there.”

You, Rebecca, and Chris nodded, the four of you edging closer to the fog. Right before you could enter it, though, Chris grabbed your hand. 

He looked down at you with a soft but determined gaze. “See you on the other side.”

And with that, you stepped forward into the dark.

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[onemorecupofcoffee]

/ml salt !!

just saw the new miraculous episode and let me tell you NOTHING HAS HAPPENED THIS SEASON. i cannot tell you five things i remember from this season. it's so boring and i can't stand this show

EDIT: i'm sorry i forgot to tag this as salt. i get why that's important as this show is a comfort as it is for me. also this was just a short rant so i get why it didn't make sense. explaining more here:

the episodes airing out of order (not exactly the show's fault) confuses me a lot and it's just difficult to understand what's happening since this show is so back and forth. things reverse every single episode. yes adrienette got together (i think?? the episodes are so out of order it's difficult to keep track of their relationship) but other than that nothing has really been acted upon. nathalie is clearly upset w/ gabriel but didn't do much yet. of course the miraculous swap has been undone so i don't really count that because it was just another defeat imo. the felix development happened which was cool ig? and kagami? and i don't remember a single thing that happened other than that. my memory's bad BUT i do remember plenty of other tv shows so this season has just been a huge blur. i'm just sick of nothing really happening and maybe it's because i'm so used to being faked out on this show but i really don't enjoy miraculous that much. idk maybe i grew out of it. i don't know. i just feel like we rarely get development except with nathalie and felix for this season, and i guess marinette because she finally got with adrien. but the fact it took FIVE SEASONS. over 100 episodes. and shadowmoth is just. i can't stand him at all. he literally has any power he wants with the monkey and he STILL loses. PLUS all the OTHER miraculous. ALSO HE DOESN'T SUSPECT MARINETTE AND ADRIEN AT ALL??????? he knows that the rest of the class has gotten a miraculous. yes he saw adrien when that fan pretended to be him side by side with chat noir as well as marinette when she created that illusion, but HE of all people should know how the miraculous work! since he literally uses them now! and it'd be extremely suspicious if EVERYONE in that class had a miraculous. and in the s3 finale the only people that were absent from the final battle were marinette and adrien. idk i'm just really sick of this show and waiting for it to become better. these characters have been HUGE comforts for me for three years and have cheered me up so many times. i have had a love hate relationship with this show for quite some time but i think that i dislike it way more now.

[flightfoot]

Hey flightfoot, it's me again. I've noticed a weird trend where anytime a Marinette stan or Adrien stan bring up a flaw or struggle of the character they dislike, they tend to invalidate that struggle while simultaneously propping up that same struggle in the character they stan. Like for instance, I just saw a post where OP was criticising Ladybug's inability to tell Chat about him causing the end of the world because "he can't handle it". OP was also referring to their own experience of their partner keeping secrets from them because of the same issue. Basically, OP was criticising this because Ladybug was essentially infantilising Chat by doing this, and that unless said partner was fine with it, they still deserved to know. OP was criticising hot takes of the fandom that defended Marinette keeping this a secret and not telling Chat.

In the tags, and in reblogged tags someone said, if Marinette keeps secrets she's "uwu stressed " (yes that is the basic gist of what they said), but if Chat was to do the same thing there'd be salt takes left and right tearing into his behaviour. Essentially the tag was mocking and invalidating Marinette's stress and paranoia, as if her anxiety was something to joke about. Like??? A reasonable person would understand Marinette's reasons for keeping secrets but still criticise fairly, just as they would if Chat did the same thing. A person would understand that both had their reasons, however skewed or short-sighted their reasons may be.

To summarise, salters have an issue with equally criticising both characters. Like they'll defend and justify one character for one thing and then sarcastically mock the same thing in the character they hate. Like if they're going to criticise, they should do it fairly. You don't have to bash one character in order to defend the other. It just makes it disingenuous.

Any thoughts?

Based on what you're telling me, I'm betting the OP was probably talking less about the characters, and more about the audience reactions to those characters. Which... yeah, I've had similar frustrations, since I joined the fandom in early 2019, and the saltdom was rampant and unavoidable. When you've had a few years of tons of people calling Chat a lazy sexual harasser/assaulter who's left out of knowing things because Plagg and Ladybug can just see that he's so incompetent that he doesn't deserve to know anything, and that he should have his Miraculous taken away and possibly be thrown in prison, and suffer greatly because that's the only way he could possibly become a decent person, and had that proliferate into thousands of fics and AUs where he's made to suffer immensely for "wronging" Marinette somehow... yeah, you start getting ticked off.

I do think that Marinette's stress and anxiety in recent episodes is valid, and she really needs a hug. But having experienced way, way, WAY more of the salt takes this OP appears to be referring to than I ever would have wanted to, I can relate to their frustrations, even if it isn't really fair to Marinette.

[writer-rider-flirty-thirties]

20 questions for Fic Writers

Thanks for tagging me @talkstoself

1. How many works do you have on A03?

250

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

922,422

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently Miraculous Ladybug!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Can Life Be Beautiful (Instead of Big Fun)?

Squeaking on By

Absolutely Nothing

A Hot, Wet July

Like You Hurt Me

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

I do! I try to respond to each and every one! I feel that it's only fair to show thanks for someone's support! I know I enjoy it when writers/artists respond to my comments, lol.

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

Ummmm. Well... There are quite a few that would tie for angstiest ending, honestly. The one that comes to mind immediately is One Last Time or one of the ones where one of the throuple meets their demise.

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

Hmm. I do feel a lot of them fit. So maybe Struggling, maybe?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not usually. I've gotten one memorable one that was upset over the Marinette salt (which I found funny because of my 250 fics, I have only one that has it).

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

Yep! A variety!

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Nope!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I don't think so! If someone wanted to, I'd be open to it!

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

Yes!

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

It's a threeway tie of Lukadrienette, Zutara, and Troypay.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I won't jinx any of them lol

16. What are your writing strengths?

Ummmm. I guess I can write a lot!

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Many, lol. I have trouble with plots and not getting distracted or sidetracked. To me, a lot of my characters feel kinda flat? I can think of a few more, but those are the two I think about most.

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

I tried it once but figured it's best to keep to my native language, lol.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

High School Musical

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

I have a lot of favoites honestly. Each one hits a different notch for me so it's hard for me to choose just one.

No pressure tagging @katieykat513 @sfigatino @miraculouslymundane @uptoolateart

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I heard in this blog that lily is aphobic, Could I see how? since she's now mention sex repulsed people and asexuals in her anti kink discourses

if you had read this blog then you'd know why already, but assuming this is still being asked in good faith. off the top of my head: -disrespecting canon ace/aro characters. Elethyn is an ace character that Lizzy made and LO comissioned to have SA by dogs behind Lizzy's back. she ships Lilith from the toh with Hooty, a bird like demon creature. see a pattern of her putting these ace women in sexual situations with non human creatures? -for years she didn't tag her nsfw content until she was nagged enough to do it. for years she has openly spoken about her sex life, her sexual practices and kinks without any warning. three times this woman was stripped on youtube without a proper warning. even after supposedly getting over her kinks because of the miraculous work of her supposed therapist, she still talks incredibly gross and vomiting inducing sexual jokes involving underage characters. this is the same person who said she wanted her brownfacing avatar to be sexualized while she talks about cartoons for children. this is not a woman that has ever cared about people uncomfortable with sex or didn't consent to be a witness to it. -the only ace character in pokemadhouse that doesn't represent a real person is G. G, the character that has been call out countless times for taking advantage of a sleeping child as a full grown adult, a pedophile in fact, only to later keep chasing that child into adulthood to reciprocate her romantic feelings despite being turned down multiple times. LO wrote this pedophilic groomer and then, to try to downplay it, said this same character was an sex repulsed asexual all along as if that it's meant to make the grooming and pedophilia any better. do i need to explain how terrible that is? -the fiasco romancegate. LO attempted to scam her audience into doing free labor for her as usual, asking for a very specific kind of story she could have commissioned if she wanted to, without any mention of an actual prize. when people started questioning what were exactly her expectations, it quickly became apparent that LO was only interested on a very specific kind of identities to be represented. not non binary women, not trans women and definitely not ace or aro women. she made people with these identities feel like they weren't good enough and she has never owned up to it. -the only times she even talks about ace/aro characters is to say that representation isn't good enough... without ever bringing up "good" ace/aro characters as any alternative, either because she actually doesn't know or doesn't care. in any case... why does she even think she has any authority to define for ace/aro people what is good representation for them? -(allegedly, i wasn't there for this so take it with a grain of salt) she went to stream to claim that another youtuber was lying about being LGBT, despite never claiming as such, and about only ever feeling attraction towards his wife because, quote, "everyone wants to fuck."

i'm sure there are more examples someone else can bring up, but these are the one i can immediately remember.

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I posted 301 times in 2022

That's 301 more posts than 2021!

23 posts created (8%)

278 posts reblogged (92%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@critical-thinking-is-mandatory

@nobodyfamousposts

@sweetoothgirl

@walks-the-ages

@miraculouscontent

I tagged 170 of my posts in 2022

Only 44% of my posts had no tags

#adrien salt - 69 posts

#ml salt - 40 posts

#not ml - 39 posts

#because what the hell - 37 posts

#marinette deserves better - 32 posts

#mlb salt - 25 posts

#ml writers salt - 25 posts

#chat noir salt - 19 posts

#miraculous ladybug - 16 posts

#lila salt - 16 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#i can say with confidence that a group of white men should not be writing a show about girl power that includes a harem for one bland boy

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

The selfishness and destructive jealousy of Cat Noir never stops surprising me. He literally spent the second half of the season four finale being passive aggressive and jealous that Ladybug brought in a new hero (Flairmidable).

The reason this is all so bad is because when Ladybug comes back to collect the miraculous from Adrien, when in reality she handed it the Felix, he immediately responds with, ”You gave it to Felix,” without missing a single beat.

I don’t believe that Ladybug is to blame for losing all the miraculous and I never will. Because the blame falls on Adrien’s shoulders. His spontaneous response to Ladybug’s inquiry proves that he knew Felix was the new dog hero the entire time and didn’t warn Ladybug that he may be dangerous. He instead spent the entire time being a dumbass and bitter that he wasn’t Ladybug’s sole support system.

Adrien stans: But how was he supposed to know that Felix would betray them! It’s not like he knew he’d be after the miraculous!

He definitely knew how cunning and dangerous Felix was. Need I bring up the episode Felix, where he witnessed his cousin trying to get into contact with Hawkmoth and wagering the Ladybug and Cat miraculous? Not to mention, Felix offered to dress up as Adrien to go on the trip with Lila in Adrien’s place. He should have been able to put two and two to together and realized that Ladybug gave the dog miraculous to Felix believing that it was Adrien, which wouldn’t that far of a stretch, seeing as Ladybug entrusted him with the snake miraculous (which failed in using it miserably in typical Adrien style) in Desperada.

And you can make the argument that he couldn’t devolve such information with Ladybug with out putting his own identity at risk, but at the very least, he could have told his worries to Ladybug and advise her to keep her eyes open and ready for anything. But he doesn’t do any of that.

The red flags were literally laid in front of him on a silver platter (like everything is) and he ignored them in the worst way possible. This is one of the many times where Cat Noir has failed to deliver or refused to either warn Ladybug of something crucial that may put her in danger or didn’t have the mental capacity or competence to piece together bright and shinny red flags being waved in his face to at least take initiative and investigate on his own. Let’s not forget that Ladybug is the one who has to pay the price for his stupid ass.

Examples include but are not limited to:

-Chat Blanc: He found out that Marinette was Ladybug and jumped at the opportunity to date her as a civilian to satisfy his obsession with love for her, not even bothering to tell his beloved “partner” that she was compromised, which Ladybug had to fix and gained bucket loads of trauma and the blame for the world being destroyed.

-Oni-chan: After witnessing that Lila had lied to him about her ankle after teaming up with an akuma to end Ladybug, he doesn’t tell his partner that a civilian had tried to get her murdered by a volatile monster and only chastised her lightly, as if that would stop a budding serial killer. And he suddenly loses his brain cells after Lila (a person who he knows is dangerous) targets Marinette, his response to to encourage Lila to continue lying to get Marinette back in school.

-The Collector: Adrien finds a book his father keeps in a safe with designs that look glaring like miraculous super heroes, yet he never questions why a supposedly normal civilain like his father would have a book on such topics, or broaches the subject with Ladybug. Again losing a crucial lead that could have led them to discovering who Hawkmoth was.

-New York Special: He failed to inform Ladybug that he was leaving Paris, going against her trust, and thus left Paris without any protection or the power for her to fix any damage that an akuma may cause in their absence.

-Kuro Neko: He left his ring on a random rooftop, completely unbothered by the fact that anyone could have found the ring (including Hawkmoth) and use it for their own gain. There was no guarantee that Ladybug would have found it in time.

So, not only have his childish and outright disgusting antics have led to countless people being hurt in and out of the mask, but his careless disregard for things that aren’t his feelings for Ladybug and his failure to warn his partner about a dangerous wild card that could’ve changed the outcome of what may be the most important battle in the series led to him being directly responsible for the loss of the miraculous.

And no, Ladybug doesn’t get any flack for giving Felix the miraculous because she was under the effects of an akuma, which clouded her judgement and sense of reason. Plus she was acting on information that she had, which was the fact that Adrien was scheduled to leave Paris and jumped at the opportunity to make a powerful ally in a clearly desperate battle. Like, this behavior has been a constant with his character for the entire show, but his awful personality is highlighted more during season four where he refuses to communicate his feelings to Ladybug and then acts out when she doesn’t comfort him.

But that clearly doesn’t matter, because he is rewarded for his irrational jealousy by finally being the only option for Ladybug to rely on. And then has the gall, has the acrimony to claim that he was on her side, nevermind the fact that he had been insensitive to her problems, expecting her to drop her very important guardian duties just to soothe his protagonist complex, and smashing property (the infamous chimney scene) and nearly murdering Ladybug’s stand in in Hack San and basically being a massive dick that he wasn’t in the center of Ladybug’s universe.

With his blatant hatred of sharing Ladybug with anyone, including the temporary heroes (who he knows are his friends. you can pry this fact from my cold dead hands), I would be less than shocked if he did this on purpose, and used Felix’s sly personality to do the dirty work for him, so he could swoop in and play the part of Ladybug’s savior.

In conclusion, Cat Noir is a liar and a traitor who is willing to stay silent and ignorant of the world around him while forcibly cultivating his own rose tinted version and simultaneously defending his feelings from anyone and anything he feels threatened by viciously. And as usual, Ladybug/Marinette and everyone else has to pay the price.

To anyone stating that Marinette has jealousy issues, you’re right. But Cat Noir and by extension Adrien crank up the jealousy meter to eleven. It’s to the point where his inability to put aside his own feelings and desires have led to consequences that have quite literally blown up in everyone’s face.

TL;DR I rewatched Risk and Strike back and realized that Ladybug was being unjustly blamed for something that wasn’t even her fault while Cat Noir was being praised for "always being by her side" and "pushing aside his feelings for her to comfort her even though he's had the short end of the stick". Frankly, I got sick of people usong the season four finale as anti-marinette fuel without all the facts. So I made this post to prove her innocence while criticizing (read: dragging through the mud and back) the real perpetrator of the disaster that is season four.

215 notes - Posted June 17, 2022

#4

Adrien: Mopes like a sad boy all the time, got what he wanted when the miraculous were stolen, harasses his partner, acts possessive of said partner, caused multiple deaths, caused Bunnix to be lost in time, threw a tantrum while the city is drowning beneath his feet, actively participated in trying to get people akumatized just to see his partner, is useless everywhere you turn, is a bully apologist, never gives anything to anyone even after the’ve sacrificed a lot for him, was only worried about Rena Rouge and Carapace knowing eachother’s identities and not the fact that Nino found his behavior as Cat Noir disturbing, etc (more transgressions that can’t be named on this post)

Adrien stans: Omg! He’s my king! He’s so sad and Ladybug is a terrible partner for not returning his feelings. His dad neglects him so that automatically makes everything he does ok!

Me:

274 notes - Posted June 6, 2022

#3

Ladies and Gentlemen: Stephan Vladislav

So, a lot of you have been requesting a part two of this story so here it is. It won’t be as long as the last one, just so you know. I‘ve been skimming the web for pictures that match the image of Stephan Vladislav in my head and this is what I came up with. Just imagine him with black hair and the same clothes I described him with in ‘Ladies and Gentlemen: Him’. Enjoy!

It wasn’t a challenge figuring out Adrien and Chat Noir were one in the same.

Honestly, the parallels were obvious. The selfishness, the inability to take anything seriously, and not to mention the same whiny and annoying voice.

Stephan didn’t really pay the heroes any mind before discovering Bratdrien’s identity. He thought that it was a miracle that Ladybug was at least mature about fights and handling the public. Where as Adrien treated heroing as a means to be a celebrity. Because it wasn’t enough that all of Paris viewed him a ray sunshine.

The ravenette liked fame, but he was a model. Not a hero with the weight of an entire city on their shoulders.

He didn’t think Adrien would stoop this low.

What is he saying?

He saw it coming a mile away.

The Russian boy leaned closer to the door of Marinette’s bedroom to get a clearer view of what that mangy alley cat was telling her.

The two were partners on an assigned project from Bustier about the heroes of Paris in honor of Hero’s Day. It was due in two weeks and Marinette suggested they should get started with it and invited him over.

”Hey, Princess? I don’t think you should associate yourself with that Stephan guy. He sounds like bad news,” Chat said in a voice Stephan was sure he thought sounded concerned. The ravenette did his best to remain calm and in control.

”Stephan? He seems so nice. He defends me whenever a certain someone tries to pull their little tricks,” Marinette rose to Stephan’s defense immediately. Said boy felt his heart flutter warmly. Even in the face of a hero, beloved by all of Paris (that wouldn’t last long if Stephan could help it!) she was able to stand up for him.

His affection for the Asian girl grew.

”But he caused Lila’s akuma a week ago. Not to mention he‘s been bullying a kid named Adrien. How can you feel ok with hanging out with someone’s bully?” Adrien asked in his same trademark disappointed voice. Stephan rolled his eyes. As if there weren’t other obvious ways to reveal your identity. Who ever considered the blonde would make a good hero had to be a senile old man or something.

”Oh really?” The Russian was momentarily surprised at the disdainful tone the blunette’s voice took, “If your so worried about akumas, then why do you never complain when Chloe went around being the primary cause of akumanizations? Yes she’s gotten better, but that doesn’t change the fact that Adrien was friendly with her back when she was a bully. So did he ever think about how we would feel when ever he hung out with her. And don’t even get me started on Lila. Adrien wouldn’t know a manipulator even if it slapped him in the face. For someone who’s never been bullied, he’s quick to force everyone to feel sorry for them.”

Stephan could feel the surprise coming from Chat as Marinette unknowingly insulted Adrien to his face. On the other hand, a smirk creeped onto his face. It seems Bratdrien had unknowingly created skeletons in his closet even before the Russian had moved to Paris.

It was perfect.

It would be too suspicious if all the problems with Adrien started up when Stephan enrolled in Francois Dupont. If he brought up unflattering things Adrien did in the past when he wasn’t present, it would be a much more believable and clever way of getting rid of him.

The stupid cat continued his “higher than thou” speech disguised as a lecture, “I don’t know what Stephan’s been telling you but Adrien’s right. Making a bad guy suffer won’t change them into a good guy.”

By this point, Stephan prepared to enter the room until Marinette said something that made him stop.

”Then, why are you and Ladybug fighting Hawkmoth?,” the Russian heard her say accusingly.

”What?” Came the alley cat’s choked response.

”If making a bad guy suffer doesn’t work to make them a good guy, than why are you still fighting Hawkmoth?” The fashion designer repeated again.

“W-what? Because he’s a terrorist! And if we don’t stop him, he’ll just continue making everyone miserable!” Stephan could tell that Adrien was beginning to falter.

”That’s exactly the case with bullies,” Marinette shut him down with certainty.

”Bullies aren’t Hawkmoth or Mayura. That’s different.”

”Is it though? Adrien told me that exposing Lila was a bad idea. And now look what happened; she got me expelled, ruined my and my friends reputations in class, and turned them against us. I should have never listened to a person who has no experience with dealing with bullies,” the Asian girl was clearly getting frustrated with the conversation.

Stephan was proud of his soon to be girlfriend. When he first met her, she was hesitant and only kept her head down when the class accused her of what the Italian girl told them. It seemed the ‘girls night outs’ that Chloe and Alya dragged her to were doing wonders for her confidence.

“Adrien’s new to the social life. You have no right to talk about him like he’s the bad guy,” For someone meant to be a hero, he let his emotions and personal problems guide his actions.

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668 notes - Posted February 21, 2022

#2

Let Her Eat Cake

After scouring the miraculous side of tumblr for writing prompts I could use for a one shot, I came across a post about Madame Bustier from @heyitsbugette. Basically a what-if with Bustier being incriminated as Mayura. As with all my other one shots, I’ll write it because canon has failed me one too many times. I’m also eating cake as I write this, bon appetite! (I might edit this later as this is an outline)

The entirety of Paris went wild when Lila’s alliance with Hawkmoth was unearthed.

Lila’s exposure was a complete accident. The Italian had tried to stir up drama while Marinette was absent for a week. She claimed that the asian girl had been skipping school and just using a ’sickness‘ as an excuse.

Despite Alya and Nino trying to refute the girl’s claims with literal photo evidence of Marinette’s clearly sick form lying in bed, Lila insisted that it was fake and the bluenette was just trying to cover her tracks by using fabricated evidence and accused the reporter and DJ of being biased since Marinette is their friend.

The two had tried to get Adrien to help, so that Marinette wouldn’t be expelled, but he refused stating that he didn’t want to get involved.

Nino had given him a disappointed look while Alya accused him of being an awful, unreliable, cowardly idiot. She huffed and let herself be dragged away by Nino.

To no one’s surprise, the class rallied around Lila and supported the idea of Marinette playing truant. They eventually got the teacher involved who immediately believed them due to the designer not meeting her personal standard of setting a good example for the rest of the class.

”I will go to Principal Damocles and discuss this matter with him. Marinette will not get away with this,” Bustier marched out of the room with conviction, deeply unaware that she had just dug her own grave.

When the principal heard the (false) news of the French-Chinese girl skipping school, he immediately contacted the super attendant from the school board.

This turned out to be a fatal mistake.

The super attendant, Ms. DeClaude, made principal Damocles rummage through his phone calls to see if the Dupain-Chengs had contacted him.

Lo and behold, a recorded voice mail of Sabine’s voice was heard notifying the man of her daughter’s absence.

Needless to say, both teacher and principal were embarrassed while Ms. DeClaude was incensed at this monumental waste of the school board’s time and resources. Not to mention this could’ve been avoided if they had contacted the Dupain-Chengs first.

”If they managed to over look this, what else could they have done?” Ms. DeClaude said to herself as she dug through student files and records. Most of them had come out clean, but there was one in particular that caught the redhead’s attention; Lila Rossi.

Specifically, her so-called disabilities, injuries, and her….lying disease!? While investigating further, the super attendant discovered that this revelation of this ‘lying disease’ had Lila admitting to framing another student for assault, theft, and bullying. Accusations that led to another student getting expelled!

Determined to not let any stone go unturned, she flipped through all of Lila’s files from her previous schools. What she ascertained left her wondering if the school was being run by morons.

Because in those files were in depth descriptions of the Italian’s lying and bullying habits. Why they didn’t warn the students of her behavior was beyond the redhead. It was enough for Ms. DeClaude to resolve and call Mrs. Rossi.

As she struggled to get in contact with the woman, she looked over the security camera feeds to get a clearer picture of the situation.

Flipping through the few options, the super attendant found an interesting piece of footage. The screen displayed Lila Rossi and Marinette Dupain-Cheng walking together to the principal’s office.

Hitting the audio button, Ms. DeClaude’s suspicions were confirmed, “I told you I’d make your life unbearable Marinette. Let’s see how you get out this one…” came Lila’s smug voice.

”I not falling for you trap, Lila,” Marinette bit back, clearly unamused.

”Too late. You already have,” the Italian said a lot quieter that the super attendant had to strain her ears to hear it. The the sausage hair girl proceeded to walk down the stairs, sat on the floor, and began wailing about the bluenette pushing her down the stairs.

Ms. DeClaude switched to the feed in which Lila placed her ’grandmother’s pendant’ in Marinette’s locker, actively framing her for theft.

The super attendant was well within her rights to assume that Marinette was innocent of stealing test answers as well. Not only was it stolen after the test was finished. There’s also the fact that many students from other classes had vouched for Marinette and that she studied rigorously.

But there something else Ms. DeClaude stumbled upon that made her go pale. One particular piece of footage with Lila talking to Adrien about something or other. The Italian obviously hadn’t liked what he said to her as the super attendant watched Lila huff and storm off. In another set of cameras, the redhead recognized the iconic purple butterfly that had taken Paris by storm.

And Lila reaching for said butterfly and placing it in her earrings, voluntarily allowing herself to become the villain Chameleon.

Rushing to call the authorities, Ms. DeClaude sent all the footage she had found to the school board and near by police station.

When Mrs. Rossi was finally hear on contact with the police, everything spiraled from there.

Lila, who was blissfully unaware of her fall from grace, was immediately intercepted at school. The students were on their lunch period and were chattering around Lila as usual. The sausage haired girl was prattling on about an expensive vacation she had when an entire police team, seven members of the school board, the mayor, and a tears eyed, furious Luisa Rossi burst into the cafeteria.

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772 notes - Posted February 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Ladies and Gentleman: Him

After reading a post from @critical-thinking-is-mandatory, which was essentially about Adrien having an antagonist who is a model, I decided why not? All Adrien has to do is breath and he gets all the girls, wealthy or not. So this is my take on an Adrien antagonist, who is a model, rich, a bully (somewhat), hates Chat Noir’s guts, knows how to dazzle an audience (like Liar Rossi), and has feelings for Marinette because we all know that if Marinette had a bully for a love interest like Adrien does and she protects him even though uwu, sunshine boy is clearly ~suffering~, the fandom would have her executed. Ugh. Just. Ugh.

Stephan Vladislav expected many things when he transferred to Francois Dupont from his previous high school in Russia. That didn’t mean he wasn’t ready for anything. He did his research and found that many of his classmates were high profile individuals.

Adrien Agreste: The son of Emile and Gabriel Agreste. A well known model just like him.

Alya Cesaire: Creator of the Ladyblog which has become the number one akuma battle news source in Paris.

Nino Lahiffe: Founder and creator of his own film website, Turtle Pictures.

Chloe Bourgeois: Daughter of Style Queen and the Mayor of Paris.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng: Daughter of the best bakers in Paris, the well known fashion designer MDC, publicly endorsed by the Style Queen herself, Jagged Stone, Nadia Chamack, Clara Nightingale, and many other high profile celebrities.

The list went on and on. Francois DuPont was certainly different from his previous schools. He attended the most prestigious schools for most of career. The students there, while rich and influential, were flimsy, lazy, snobbish to anyone they deemed less worthy than themselves.  The fact that many of them were untalented spoke volumes of how they expected their status to get them through life (what morons).

But they weren’t even a challenge to Stephan, as what looked like a fight to the rest of his schools was, in reality, a one-sided massacre. Students who at the top of the food chain when he arrived were left broken, alone, and friendless by the time of his departure.

He wasn’t a bad person per say. Stephan just liked winning by his own talent and merits. He was the son of the famous Russian luxury fashion designer Nicolas Vladislav and his mother Laurice Vladislav, a dark skinned woman who was a famous photographer and known for discovering many of the famous models and actresses we see today.

His new school may be filled to the brim with competition, but the Vladislav family thrived off of opposition and he had a lot going for him. If it was grades, he would work tirelessly to make sure he was at the top of the class. Sports? He had a knack for baseball and archery. Music? The flute as well as drums come easy to him. Art? Say hello to his shelf displaying all the trophies and certificates he won from several art competitions. Extracurriculars? He can speak Russian, English, French (obviously), German, and Mandarin. In depth understanding in photography, fashion, and the business world. Not to mention he is a very well known model. They’ve got nothing on him!

*******

Standing in that classroom, Stephan realized he had been wrong about his class.

Instead of the hardworking, ambitious, and goal driven classmates Stephan had been looking forward to competing with (and winning against), he was met with a literal zoo of students screaming, crowding around one Italian looking student, and sending harsh glares over at a few students in the back who looked embarrassed at their classmates‘ behavior.

He hadn’t even been in there for five minutes and he could already list everything wrong with his new class.

First off, the teacher (Ms. Bustier he would later learn), had no control of her students whatsoever. Her eyes would frequently go to the back of the classroom to a blue haired student as if begging her to make the class listen even though she was the teacher. Pathetic.

Secondly, it seemed the class was catering to what could only be a chronic liar. Seriously, all it took was a simple google search to disapprove her lies. Not to mention all her stories contradict each other if anyone bothered to use their brain. The only ones not fooled were the four students sitting at the back of the room (Alya, Nino, Marinette, and Chloe).

And no. Just no. He won’t even get into the topics of the class’ lack of critical thinking skills, their herd/mob mentality, and blatant disrespect to anyone with a different opinion from them, specifically pertaining to one Lila Rossi.

And to think he prepared every trick and every tactic in the book crush the others on the his to the top.

It took seven minutes top for the red-haired “teacher” to get the rowdy class under control.

Madame Bustier gestured to his person when the class finally noticed his presence with a plastered smile on her face.

“Class, please welcome your newest classmate and transfer student. He’ll be studying with us from now on,” she clasped her hands in front of her and sent Stephan a smile, “Why don’t you introduce yourself?”

Snapped out of his pondering, the Russian stepped into the classroom completely from his spot at the doorframe. He strode confidently to the center of the class with his head held high.

”Hello, everyone. My name is Stephan Vladislav. I’m from Russia and I enjoy modeling, and art”. Judging from the shocked looks from most of Bustier’s class and dawning recognition on others, they very well knew who he was. He spotted an Italian girl sitting next to a very uncomfortable Adrien Agreste looking at him with a greedy look in her eyes. He knew that look well and it was always crushed when he destroyed the girls whom they belonged to.

Though one student seemed to be looking at him in confusion. Marinette’s eyes roamed the new boy with fixed concentration from her spot next to Alya, where her bestie had been sentenced for not believing Lila along with her boyfriend Nino, and enemy turned sort of ally Chloe.

The bluenette swore she had her the name Vladislav before. The new certainly looked like a model like he had so boldly mentioned.

She was certain Stephan really was Russian, as his French was heavily accented by it. He had dark skin, close to Alya’s complexion, probably biracial. Curly black hair that fell over his eyes slightly, sharp and calculating bright hazel eyes which contrasted against his happy-go-lucky expression. He wore a light green leather jacket with ‘Vlad‘ embroidered onto his top right breast pocket, a black dress shirt made of what looked like silk, light blue jeans, and boots that matched his leather jacket to complete the look. He seemed nice, but she knew better than to judge from appearances.

Everyone else thought he and Adrien would get along great because of their careers as models.

”You think he’ll get along with Adrien?” Alya leaned over to her bestie who had been studying Stephan before she answered.

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963 notes - Posted February 4, 2022

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@mintaka14 tagged me in this, but I forgot to do it yesterday

Rules: Pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the midpoint, pick a line (or a few), and share it! Then tag people!

(My tags are @heartwithavacancy (Idk anyone else who hasn’t done it yet)

There’s no order here:

I Still Remember… | 958 words | One Shot | Miraculous Ladybug Lukanette

The next day, Marinette spends hours trying to pick out the right outfit, and eventually Settles on a red blouse with long flowing sleeves, and a white skirt that rests right above her knees.

Tikki smiles and grabs a cookie as they head out to have a nice night with a bunch of friends, and to enjoy the beginning of holiday season

Once she arrives, Alya hops up to give her a hug, along with greetings from all her friends. It seems as if almost everyone from their school is here.

After taking in the amazing smells of food, and the beautiful decor, she sits down with the group and joins in on a goofy conversation. At that moment, Luka walks in, holding the door open for the sweet blonde Zoe.

I watch your eyes as she walks by. What a sight for sore eyes, brighter than the blue sky

Best Dressed (Not Really) | 271 words | Part Of the Stoner!Luka Series | Miraculous Ladybug, Lukanette

He smirks at her and shakes his head. "Not to ruin the illusion or anything, but I'm wearing a clip on bowtie, my pants are a size too short. I'm wearing boots that slightly resemble dress shoes, and from the scrunch of your nose I can imagine I reek of weed." He looks away, somehow laughing and ashamed of himself.

Let’s Avoid Getting Caught- |248 words | Part of the Fugitives AU and August Minific Challenge series | Miraculous Ladybug Lukanette

Marinette on the other hand, deals with a kind female detective. With long blonde hair and a nice smile.

Marinette tries her best to be vague, and avoids answering anything serious. Once both parties are alone, they both transform into ladybug and Viperion. Already having managed to scrub the source of their power on the internet, the simple pieces of jewelry had been left on them.

The two vigilantes use their strength to break their handcuffs and put their earbuds in to communicate.

If I could run away | 599 words | Part Two of a Fic, From the August Minific Series | Miraculous Ladybug LuMarc

“We should run away.”

“Why?”

“You don’t have to come. I’d still see you somehow.”

“Why?” Marc rolls over to look at the beautiful boy next to him. The one that keeps talking about dying his hair and collects bugs.

“My Ma hates me, My sister is annoying. I hate everything except you. I want to be free”

“We’re free like this, when we’re here!”

“I know marc… It’s not enough for me”

Be Gone Banjo | 211 Words | August Minific | Miraculous Ladybug, Lukanette | Banjo salt fic

Steve Martin continues to respond in a series of curse words in awful musical chords. Luka walks around the banjo and glares at it, making an aggressive punching motion, summoning all of the angry pirate in him

Lonely: A Hungover Heart Chapter 1 | 1162 words | Multi Chapter work, finished | Miraculous Ladybug Lukanette endgame

It takes my brain a minute, but I realize it’s Marinette and when I do, I jump off my couch and pull my hoodie on. “Ma-ma-marinette?'' I half stutter from shock, then realize I made a joke, and force out a chuckle to cover my fear.

A Flowerful Mystery | 263 words | August Minific Challenge | Miraculous Ladybug Lukanette

The girl blushes at her smirking boyfriend. “Yeah yeah. Now what did you want?”

“Oh, I was wondering about all your printed photos of flowers?”

“Someone used to leave flowers on my balcony as a teen. I always Assumed it was Chat Noir or Kagami. Neither ever fessed up though.”

These are some Wips bc why not:

The Abduction of Luka Couffaine | 8277 words so far | WIP multi Chapter | Miraculous Ladybug Lukanette Endgame

Luka gets his deliveries going out and takes off, He drops off a few pizza’s when he checks the next address. He thinks it’s strange, Luka is fairly sure that’s an abandoned house on the edge of his delivery area. He shrugs it off and heads out that way, but when he knocks on the door he’s greeted to a baseball bat to the head from the back, Knocked out. A hooded person begins to drag him through basement doors into this old building.

The Librarians and The Vampire Slayer | 940 words so far| Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Librarians Crossover

“How is the library not prepared for Vampires? This seems like it would’ve been a more common event” The small boy with an Australian accent complains, while the red haired girl looks at him and goes to correct. “We’re prepared for the vampires well documented in books, and so many different ways to kill them. But as you saw, these won’t die. Or we’re not strong enough, which is unlikely.”

When The Stars Fall Silent: A deaf!Luka au| 1855 words so Far | Miraculous Ladybug Lukanette

Juleka frowns and walks away, Anarka greets him with an aggressive shoulder pat. Nothing happens during the rest of the night, up until the next morning when Anarka gets a phone call, from the otolaryngologist she had given her information and Luka’s too. Making an appointment for the late afternoon.

(This one made me look up a lot of words so far)

[temporalbystander]

So peeps. You know how the saying "lives in your head rent free" is supposed to mean something you can't, or rather don't, want to get rid of? I'd say I had an idea like that but I'd be lying. No, this thought burrowed under the walls and locked common sense and logic out the moment it had the chance. It fortified defense's I didn't know I had. I wrote a quick oneshot to try and appease it into surrender and now it's just sitting in a jail cell dragging it's cup against the bars until I figure out how to enact the death penalty on a thought. Just when I think Ive moved on the war flashbacks kick in and I find my blood boiling at all the horrors this thought caused me to endure.

What was this mental bubble that put my brain into lockdown? The summary of an Ao3 Miraculous fic. Where Alya sleeps with Adrien. Sure Nino is on board and it's just a sex thing and according to the tags it turns into a lovely polyamorous relationship. And I'm sure it's good. But all I get is "oh look, yet another thing Alya is capable of keeping a secret from Marinette." I just... I don't want to hate Alya, I really don't. But every time I think I move on it just pops up going "hey, other people think Alya is more than willing to throw Marinette under the bus as well." Sure that's not how it's framed but make no mistake, that's what is implied.

I really don't want to hate Alya but it's a real good thing I stopped posting what I write. I don't want to add the salt tag to my stories, unless it's Lila she can burn in hell, but as long as that keeps flashing in the back of my mind going "Alya could do this" I can't help but tar her negatively. I know it makes no sense but, like I said, common sense and logic were the first to go in that war. I don't know if they'll ever recover.

if anyone knows how to enact the death penalty on a thought so I can shut it up? Please tell me, these random bouts of rage can't be good for my blood pressure. Or my already deteriorated mental health. Not posting the story. I don't like it. It makes me feel like a terrible person.

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Felinette Details Series

Now this is a three-part series so I'll dedicate a separate general post to it.

COMING SOON

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Missing Detail

Felinette

Part 1 of Felinette Details Series

Summary:

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Felix stood in the classroom doorway, watching the unusual scene unfolding inside.

“Pathetic…” Marinette grumbled under her breath with an expression of disgust, shaking her head in disapproval at Lila. “Does anyone have a fake handkerchief to wipe off her fake snot?” She continued, looking around at her surprised classmates as Lila whimpered, covering her face with her hands, reacting to Marinette’s previous recommendation to shut up and keep quiet.

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Adrien Agreste - Akuma Class - Akuma Shenanigans - Alya Césaire Bashing - Badass Marinette - Class Salt - Established Relationship - Felinette - First Kiss - Flirting - Félix Graham de Vanily - Hot Mess Felix - Ladybug Ladybug Identity Reveal - Lila Rossi - Lila Rossi Bashing - Making Out - Marinette Dupain-Cheng - Marinette is Hit by Akuma - Marinette x Felix - Miraculous Ladybug - Multiverse - Out of Character Marinette - Pre-Relationship - Sexual Tension - Suggestive Themes - Unresolved Sexual Tension - original akuma

Extra Detail

Felinette

Part 2 of Felinette Details Series

Summary:

“Where’s Marinette?” He asked in a cold stern voice, not taking his eyes off her and not letting go of her.

“What?! I am Marinette!” She exclaimed indignantly, kicking even harder in his tight embrace.

“No, you’re not.” He said firmly. “I wouldn’t confuse my girlfriend with anyone else.”

“Your what?!” Marinette yelled even louder. “I’m not your girlfriend!”

“That’s what I just said.” He spoke confidently. “And since you look exactly like her, I ask you again: where is MY Marinette?”

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Adrien Agreste - Akuma Shenanigans - Alya Césaire - Class Salt - Confused Marinette - Established Relationship - Felinette - First Kiss - Flirting - Félix Graham de Vanily - Hot Mess Marinette - Ladybug - Ladybug Identity Reveal - Making Out - Marinette Dupain-Cheng - Marinette is Hit by Akuma - Marinette x Felix - Miraculous Holder Félix - Miraculous Ladybug - Multiverse - Nicknames - Oblivious Marinette - Pre-Relationship - Protective Felix - Sexual Tension - Suggestive Themes - Unresolved Sexual Tension - original akuma

Vital Detail

Felinette

Part 3 of Felinette Details Series

Summary:

"You know, this other Marinette spoke rudely even to Adrien, and made fun of poor Lila in front of the whole class!” The journalist turned around and cast a quick glance behind Marinette, where Felix was sitting. “And I’m not even starting on her choice in men…”

Marinette tensed as if she could feel his eyes on her back.

But what could she say to that? It really wasn’t her here yesterday. Felix and her weren’t dating...

“I don’t even know, Alya.” Lila sighed resentfully from the back desk. “It seems to me that this Marinette has everything that was in that disgusting version of her.”

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Adrien Agreste - Adrien Agreste Bashing - Akuma Shenanigans - Alya Césaire - Alya Césaire Bashing - BAMF Marinette - Class Salt - Confused Marinette - Felinette - First Kiss - Flirting - Félix Graham de Vanily - Getting Together - Hot Mess Félix - Hot Mess Marinette - Ladybug - Lila Rossi - Lila Rossi Bashing - Marinette Dupain-Cheng - Marinette is Over Adrien - Marinette x Felix - Miraculous Ladybug - Multiverse - Mutual Pining - Nicknames - Personal Growth - Protective Felix - Self-doubt - Sexual Tension - original akuma

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All 3 stories are coming in a couple of month (After few other Felinette fics that come before them)

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Two Lies and A Truth, part 3

Here it is, the part 3 that you’ve all been waiting for. Sorry that it took me a bit longer to get out, I kept rewriting and having to put it away so I could focus. Put it’s here! It’s ready! ...i hope...

Tag list will be at the end of the doc so...yeah, here we go!

Marinette stared at the akuma in the doorway. His costume was a flamboyant display of red and black diamonds and a stretched grin that looked painful. Poor sap, she shook her head. That wasn't going to look good blown up onto TV screens.  

The akuma cartwheeled around Madame Bustier's desk, cackling like a fool. He paused in front of the sickly sweet teacher and extended his hand. When she didnt move, he mimed a handshake.  

"Come on, Madame. Wouldn’t want to be rude and set a bad example." Marinette muttered to herself. 

Bustier slowly brought her hand up to his and took hold. As soon as they touched, another loud explosion went off and a cloud of smoke filled the room.  

"The windows! Open the windows!" Someone yelled. The whirling of a fan sounded above Marinette as Markoff set about helping. The smoke billowed out of the room in large black plumes.  

The clean air was perfect for screaming. The Harlequin was gone, and large black scorch Mark's showed where Madame Bustier used to be.  

Written on the board in black letters were the Harlequin's message. 

ESCAPE WITHOUT TOUCHING AND HURTING MY FRIENDS 

Confusion spread like a virus through the students. No new people had appeared. What... 

Marbles.  

All across the floor near their teacher's desk and the door were small black and red marbles. They gleamed in the sunlight. Marinette stayed in her seat when the rest of the class crept towards them. Suzette stared at the board. 

"What should we do?" Mylene asked. Her voice was the pin that pricked the silence and set a flood in motion. Everyone began talking, trying to be heard over everyone else. Everyone that is, except Marinette and Chloe of all people.  

Chloe sat on her desk and turned to face Suzette, her gaze a proverbial spotlight on the stunned girl. Anyone who caught Chloe's eyes followed them to her and began demanding she do something.  

"Go take him down!" 

"Get us out of here!" 

"Help us, dudette!" 

Suzette shrunk with every word that the class said. Her eyes darted around to anything other than her classmates. "The window!" She shrieked. "We can escape through the windows." She lead the charge to the openings and looked out.  

A two-story drop met her gaze. Light glinted off small objects on the sidewalk below. More marbles. Marbles, black and red diamond stickers, and more littered the streets and sidewalks.  

Marinette glanced out just in time to watch a Parisian step on a diamond and trigger another explosion that left only scorch marks behind. She bit her lip. This is bad. Really really bad. Ladybug has to step in.  

A hulking form towered over the bluenette, looking out the window with her. "This is bad," Ivan whispered. At first, Marinette thought he was just talking out loud. Then he looked down at her and said, "What should we do?" 

"We?" 

Ivan stood up straight and rubbed his neck. "Well, I figured you're our everyday Ladybug. Maybe..." His gaze dropped to Suzette and Marinette caught a hint of disgust in his eyes. "Maybe you can figure this guy out." He jammed his hands in his pockets. The look he gave Marinette reminded her of a little kid after saying sorry. That searching, pleading look that begs for any response. 

She nodded. "Let's try." Ivan lit up like a Christmas tree. He sank into the seat next to her and waited. Oh, Marinette thought. He's waiting for me. "So what do we know?" 

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Adrien had been lucky to be in the bathroom when the Harlequin entered his classroom. That's about where his luck ended. He walked out into a hallway devoid of life. Scattered on every walking surface were black and red diamonds stickers every few steps.  

“Don’t do it!”  

Adrien watched a girl from Medeleiev’s class – Aurore, he recognized her from her Stormy Weather situation – step carefully out of her room. 

It was for naught as a loud bang and a lot of smoke made her vanish.  

Plagg hovered near one of the diamonds. He circled the strange object with a gleam in his giant eyes. “Kind of cool, right Adrien?” He flashed up to his wielder’s side and  the odor of camembert radiated off him like an old stain. 

“Seems like Chat Noir’s scene. Plagg, CLAWS OUT!”

The Black Cat leapt onto the handrails. Balancing like his life depended on it, which it most certainly did, he made his way to the Bustier classroom. My Lady will be able to fix everything, he thought happily. She always does.

As he approached the open door, he heard people whispering. Peeking in, he saw a class reduced to eight people and a robot. Suzette, Lila, and Alya were at his desk, whispering to one another. Alix was on her knees crying next to a scorch mark, Kim’s sweatband in her hand. Chloe stared out the window, Sabrina nowhere in sight. Max and Markoff stayed at the highest point in the classroom, talking about the marbles and their properties.

That left Marinette and Ivan talking together by the window. She had a piece of paper in front of her and a pencil making big arching lines on it. Weird time for fashion design, but okay.

Suzette spotted him first. “Chat Noir, thank goodness you’re here!” She cried. The class spotted him, Marinette smiling ever so slightly, and tears of joy started spilling from the students. “Harlequin trapped us in here. You have to get everyone out!” Her voice didn’t sound like it normally did when she was giving him orders. She sounded...afraid. Where was her confidence? Why hadn’t she transformed?

He asked and she looked away, ashamed. “The Guardian has my miraculous right now, chaton. He needed to borrow them for a while.” She looked back with tears in her eyes. “I’m sorry I won’t be of much help.”

“Nonsense, m’lady!” Chat Noir chirped. He didn’t notice his baker friend flinch when he used that nickname. “We’ve got this.”

“Chat Noir, wait!” 

The remaining students stared at Marinette. Ivan looked shocked as he stared up at his friend. “You should take Suzette to the Guardian, get her miraculous. We can last in here, but there are people out there who need Ladybug and Chat Noir.” She ignored the mild terror on her classmate’s face in favor of the confusion on her partner’s. Perhaps ex-partner. She’d have to talk to Master Fu about that.

To Suzette’s dismay, Chat nodded. “You’re right. Hang tight.” He jumped in, grabbed the protesting Suzette, and vanished out the door. 

Marinette sighed and slid out onto the steps. She eyed her target, Chloe, who had gone back to staring out the window. “Hey Chlo-” Her foot snagged something, and she caught a glimps of Lila’s amused face as she fell onto the exploding marbles.

As soon as she made contact with the floor, the rest of the classroom exploded.

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