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All That Is Necessary

Co-Written with @raspberrycatapult

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Felix stared at the floor, falling into one of his silent spells. The kind that seized Kagami's attention and wouldn’t let her go. Unable to tear her eyes off of him, she watched him. Studied him. Imagined how she might paint him if she had the tools. She wouldn’t paint him like a king. She’d paint the child locked behind his eyes. The little boy who’d been powerless ever since he could remember and was now taking his chance while he could.

When he looked up again, he rubbed his temples, exhaustion in his voice. ‘I don’t suppose anyone’s been successful in finding a way out of the dome.’

‘No. Adrien, Marinette and Luka have led teams to investigate possible exit strategies, but the dome seems to be impenetrable. Luka suggested it might be made of some undiscovered substance – or maybe even magic.’

‘Under ordinary circumstances, I might laugh at that,’ he said.

But there was nothing ordinary about what they were dealing with. That much had been confirmed when Aurore had disappeared nearly a week ago – though, the way people talked, you’d have thought the event had happened this morning. Everywhere she went, she heard whispers of it. Reminders that –

‘My time’s nearly up,’ Felix said. ‘My birthday’s in just five days.’

The statement made her heart catch for reasons she didn’t feel like examining.

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Soooooooo in love with this poster!!! Just blown away by everything about it! THANK YOU!! 💜

I made a poster for Catlantis, the fic @uptoolateart wrote for the @mlbigbang2024 💙

From concept to execution it's so good, go read it!!

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Written for the @mlbigbang2024

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As the week progressed, Marinette kept waking up expecting to be back in Atlantis, back in Adrien’s body. But each morning, she was still in her room, still herself.

Even so, when she slept, she dreamt of him – Adrien – the boy she’d been more intimate with than anyone else in her life.

His face hovered in her mind when she was awake, too, distracting her from lessons and whatever her parents and friends were saying to her. She was half aware of the way they all looked at each other, questions on the tips of their tongues.

Is she okay?

Was that just some weird spell the other day?

Should we ask her about it?

But if they did, there was no good way to answer them. No way to explain what was going on. Even if they believed her, she didn’t want to share this. Adrien was hers.

Just as, in some way, she was his. A secret between only them.

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Just wanted to celebrate the fact that someone (Cat Noir) FINALLY pointed out that every time the Eiffel Tower comes down, people must be dying. Took them five seasons, but they finally tried to save everyone instead of letting them die and them bringing them back to life.

Thank you, Cat Noir, for speaking sense.

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Having watched the first 5 episodes of S6...Adrien must be thinking omg I'm dating a crazy person 😂

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Still reeling from the revelation that Tomoe can actually see through those glasses she wears. I guess that explains why she feels able to criticise Kagami's art!

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After that S5 finale, and giving away all the miraculous to permanent holders I was sooooooo worried we were going to see even less Adrien / Cat Noir. Like, he'd be replaced by this huge team.

I'm so pleased to see I was wrong! I'm only five episodes in, but it feels WAY more balanced, so far!

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Chapter 22 Preview:

Standing at her security post, Kagami stared at the control panels, her heart rate ever so elevated as the Miraculous fired a second torpedo at the Ferengi Marauder – again, seemingly on its own volition.

Light exploded across the viewscreen, blotting out the victimised vessel. She held her breath, an irritating human instinct, waiting to see just how bad the damage was. When the light cleared, the craft sported a fiery hole on one side. According to the sensor logs, they hadn’t hit anything vital – yet. But if this strangeness continued….

On the bridge, her fellow crew members – the captain, Alya, Nino, two very green ensigns standing behind Kagami, and Adrien – stared at the screen in mute horror. It wasn’t often that anyone engaged in combat with the Ferengi. They were more likely to swindle you than fire weapons.

And here the Miraculous was, assaulting them without any provocation. There didn’t appear to be any real attack pattern, either. The missiles had fired at random, striking where they could.

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You know when you're already writing like 15 novel-length fics and you find yourself planning another one?? This can't just be me

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A Penchant for Pancakes - Chapter 8

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Humming to himself, Gabriel pulled out a selection of flour and set the bags on the counter next to his special, beautiful, shiny mixing bowl. Muah! What a gorgeous mixing bowl.

Now lined up in an equally gorgeous row were unopened bags of all-purpose flour, self-raising flour, wholemeal, spelt, rye, semolina…and something called cake flour. Honestly, could they be any less specific? Surely, all of it could be cake flour if you wanted it to be. At the very least, all-purpose flour could be used in cake. Otherwise, it wasn’t exactly all-purpose, was it.

With a sigh of despair at the madness of the world, he picked up the bag of good old all-purpose and opened it carefully. He’d only purchased it today – or rather, he’d had one of his minions purchase it today – but you just never knew. The shop might have left it on the shelf too long or mistyped the best before date. You sometimes heard of that sort of thing happening.

Okay, so he’d never heard of it happening before. But there was a first time for everything.

Peering inside, he squinted at the flour, examining the colour. Then he dug into his suit pocket and retrieved the paint colour card he’d swiped from the local DIY shop – or rather, that he’d had one of his minions swipe from the DIY shop. Flour White, the colour was called. The perfect test for his purposes.

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A blank piece of paper

Adrien art inspired from Astruc's latest interview </3

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In Werepapas, I love how they got Keith Silverstein's voice in there just to say, 'NO.' Classic Gabriel 😂

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It’s yours now..

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In the English dubs, it seems Gabriel's dad and Chloe's butler are the only people in Paris who speak with a French accent 😂

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Chapter 18 has been posted!

And @curlyheartart created this artwork in a day! A DAY?! The mind boggles!

As Adrien stood outside the door, he double-checked Nino's address on his phone and then pressed the door buzzer. A nervous shiver ran down his spine. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. If he’d been papped leaving work, he could be papped here.

Written for @mlbigbang2024

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Chapter 10 Preview:

In Nathalie's dream, she was climbing into the glass lift again. As if her body had a will of its own, her hands pressed the right spots on the painting of Emilie. Then the floor was dropping beneath her, and she was descending into the basement, the secret space beneath the mansion.

At the bottom, the door slid open without a sound. A faint voice spoke in her mind – turn back – but again her body moved on its own, her feet stepping out onto the long runway that cut over the water.

Butterflies flitted around her, white and pure and strange in the gloom.

Hugging herself, she carried on, until she stood on the broad platform where the yew trees grew. The ancient tree of death and renewal, found in churchyards all over Europe.

Feeling colder than she ever had in her life, she stepped closer, towards the centrepiece of the platform – the ungodly coffin, supplied by a tech company rather than an undertaker. The steel and glass gleamed in the unfathomable rays of light slicing through the darkness.

Another butterfly flew past, the rhythm of its wings matching the fluttering of her heart. With a heavy sigh, she reached for the coffin, running her fingers down the side.

‘Emilie….’ She murmured the word, almost a prayer, maybe even a spell.

Then Emilie’s eyes shot open.

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I still want someone at that cafe to find Adrien's €20 note :( :( :(