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Adrien looked back at the poem, maybe rereading it with this new information in mind. ‘You mean, he’s saying women are lovers and scholars…strong and gentle….’

Nathalie nodded. ‘That’s not just my interpretation. In fact, he wrote multiple poems about cats. In some lines, the metaphor becomes quite explicit.’

His nose scrunched up in doubt. ‘Do you relate to this? I mean, do you ever find yourself…seeking silence and the horror of darkness?’

She smiled. ‘I’m not quite sure I would describe it that way. But there are definitely times when I enjoy being alone.’

‘I don’t think that’s a woman thing. My father seems to love being alone.’

She flinched, the usual speech rolling off her tongue without thought. ‘Adrien. Your father doesn’t mean to isolate himself. He’s simply –’

‘Working through his grief in his own way. I know.’ He reeled out the words like a memorised speech.

Time to move things on. ‘I think Baudelaire was suggesting that women can be mysterious. He felt they were difficult to fathom.’

‘Are you sure he wasn’t talking about my father?’

A tiny smile escaped her lips. The boy was so sarcastic sometimes – a little like her, at his age.

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Sighing, Hugo's mother started towards the kitchen. He followed her in, finding his father making three cups of tea – all for himself, Hugo read in his mind. On the counter, Plagg was unusually silent. He wasn’t even eating. Tikki flew over to him, and they shared a worried look.

Hugo’s father glanced in his direction, before turning away, not fast enough to hide the hollowness in his eyes. He was wrapped in a shaky, flickering bubble of darkness, sometimes flashing bright with fear.

‘You’re probably wondering what dimension this version of your father jumped in from.’ He seemed to address this to the cups, his words laced with bitterness.

‘Actually….’ Hugo moved further into the kitchen, leaning on one of the chairs. ‘I was just wondering what we could do to help you.’

His father winced, and a thought flew Hugo’s way.

This is the wrong way around. I’m meant to be the parent here.

He turned around, leaning against the counter. ‘Alright. Let me have it. What’s Gabriel dying of?’

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muscle memory kicking in

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‘How do I watch the video?’ Adrien asked.

‘You just open that folder,' Tikki said. 'Yes, like that – then press that button to make it play.’

‘Right.’ He pressed the button, looking up in the air for the video. Then he realised it was playing on the phone screen.

‘Hi, Adrien!’ Marinette gave a huge wave, making a semicircle around the screen before dropping her arm. She was adorable. ‘I don’t really know what to say here. It’s kind of weird talking to a phone, but…here goes nothing!’

She laughed. It came out awkward, fraught with nerves – yet it was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard. ‘I guess the first thing to say is – yes, I’m real. As real as you are, anyway.’

When she smiled, he grinned in response. Her voice was so pretty. It was different actually hearing her talk. Not like when he spoke through her, at all. The intonation was different – and the melody. Her delivery was almost a song.

‘Okay,’ she said. ‘First thing’s first – your home is crazy. Maybe you think mine is crazy, too. I mean, they’re totally different, right? But yours is crazy. When I woke up there, I had nooooo idea what had happened. I was so overwhelmed by how huge and bright everything was that I didn’t even notice I was a freaking boy!’

She laughed again, but this time it carried an undertone of sadness. Her smile quickly fell, replaced with a thoughtfulness that was just as beautiful.

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eh, screw it *releases my fucked up vampire au from the confines of my mind*

anyway I decided my blog is for me and I can draw and post all the weird silly concepts of my dreams and nobody can stop me. I actually have a lot of potential comic ideas ping-ponging in my head for this AU — not a linear story or anything (beyond what's on this post), just some good fun and shenanigans.

bonus:

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A little devil and a little angel on my shoulders... Who are you willing to listen to?

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Got distracted by drawing this instead of doing the comic🙃

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Hear me out

Emilie and Amelie's parents' names are Emil and Milly (what are the chances)

Which makes her mother's name Milly (Graham de) Vanily

This woman is two steps away from being Milli Vanilli - I can't get over this

I'm just imagining Alya pointing it out to Marinette, and Marinette's like whaaaaat? Nooooo, and Alya's like, 'Girl, you know it's true'

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Nathalie brushed out her hair, reaching for something to hold it back. Her hand went around something, her heart skipping when she saw what it was.

The hairpin.

Such a small, insignificant thing. An innocuous object that held the body’s amok. The feather that tethered the corpse to this world.

Sliding the pin into her hair, she hurried out of her room and down the hall, to her library. She needed a distraction. Something to take her mind off the images that came to her every time she blinked.

Locked inside the library, she leaned back against the door, a new memory hitting her – of something Gabriel had said last night. It was shortly before they’d….

‘I have a theory,’ he’d said. ‘We have no need for the corpse anymore. You can let it go. Perhaps it will help.’

Every word had been euphemism, an underwhelming acknowledgment of what was happening to her. But the more she thought on it, the more hope dug its claws into her hateful heart.

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To be honest, if it were me, I'm not sure I'd have been able to forgive Sabrina and just make friends, after all she did. Maybe we could talk it through and take it one step at a time and see what happens...but it definitely wouldn't happen overnight.

At the same time, two wrongs don't make a right. You can walk away with kindness. Watching Marinette just shut a door in Sabrina's face was painful viewing. It was so Mean Girls.

I get that there was a miscommunication, but like...that was totally down to Marinette being lost in her own head, because of the stress she's carrying - and that's not Sabrina's fault.

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I really wish we'd see Marinette talking with Tikki about what's going on, e.g. that she feels eaten up with guilt about everything to do with Adrien.

I want to hear her battling with the secrets she's keeping. Give us some self-reflective context for how flipping crazy she's been in S6. Like, even just one line.

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Nathalie arched an eyebrow at Plagg’s unusual display of politeness. ‘Adrien, is everything okay?’

It was tempting to lie. To say things were fine. What came out was, ‘No, Nathalie. Nothing is okay.’ Probably no one in the world had ever sounded so pathetic.

Nathalie leaned hard on her walking stick, as if physically weighed down by her own anxiety. ‘Did something happen to the kids?’

‘No.’

‘Marinette?’

‘No, she’s – they’re all fine. It’s….’ He broke off, looking at his hands. How did he explain this?

When Gabriel had first made his appearance, and the rumours had started flying around, Adrien had felt certain that Nathalie would contact him. She’d want to know what was going on. But she hadn’t said a word.

Now, having sat with Gabriel – in the same room as Hugo – there was no avoiding this. He had to tell her what was going on.

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SO (and I'm probably going to regret this idea in a few months when baby #3 arrives) we're coming up on ten years of Miraculous as a TV show, and I was thinking of a new project to take on.

How do people feel about an oral/written history of the fandom? Like, people who've been in the fandom a while (and some new people) talking about how they came to the fandom, what they remember from early fanfics and fanart, etc.

I've done this kind of thing with family members before, hour-long sit-down interviews where I ask about their lives to preserve for posterity.

Personally, I sometimes read fics from 2015, 2016 and think "wow, this person was really ahead of the curve." Many times, they aren't in the fandom anymore. Sometimes they are. (I've been pretty open about how I stole Marinette's Chinese name from a now-five-year-old post by @e-milieeee for my 2023 Big Bang fic, for example, and she seems to be active and now I am CALLING HER OUT FOR THE NAME).

I don't have a vision for the "final product," but I have a general idea. But I wanted to take the temperature of the fandom to see if I'm just an old nostalgic fart or if we are all old nostalgic farts.

If you'd like to participate, definitely DM me or mention in the comments.

Also, PLEASSSSE reblog this if you don't hate it as a concept. I don't have the biggest following, but some of you do!

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Marinette half jumped as a kind of diary materialised in the air. The list of entries was eye-watering. ‘I don’t – I don’t understand how the time is divided. Do I have long before the… Sanskrit lesson?’

Holy shit. Sanskrit? Wasn’t that some dead language that took about a million years to learn?

Plagg’s expression was sympathetic. ‘I’d say you have about enough time to watch Adrien’s message to you, and then you should get ready.’

Her heart stuttered. ‘Adrien left me a message?’

‘Mm-hm. It’s encoded so no one else can access it. I’m the only one with the code.’

The information left her momentarily breathless. Adrien had thought of her. More than that, he’d had the same idea she had. Even twelve thousand years apart, they were on the same page.

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Hugo turned to his mother, sitting rigid beside him on the bed. ‘Aren’t you going to go after Papa?’

Slowly, she dragged her gaze from the window, fixing it on Hugo. ‘No. He needs space.’

Hugo shifted in discomfort. Her emotions were thick and dense – and unstable. Like a lump of jelly. Even without telepathy, he would’ve understood. She wasn’t simply giving his father space. She was hanging back with Hugo because she didn’t trust Gabriel.

As calm as she appeared, anger hummed beneath the surface, making Hugo’s skin vibrate. Yet, the emotion expressed by her aura was more complicated. Sympathy, dark like chocolate, flecked with the brilliance of shock.

She stared at Gabriel, and a question flew Hugo’s way.

Should you forgive someone just because they’re too old to do any more harm?

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Adrien tucked his hands in his pockets, avoiding everyone’s eyes. ‘I’m going to my room. I…I need to be alone.’ Without waiting for a reply, he turned for the stairs, hiking up quickly.

Nathalie stared after him until he disappeared from view.

Beside her, Gabriel loosened his tie and started for the living room. ‘I need a drink. You can join me, if you like.’ The wording was casual, but there was a tremor in his voice. He needed her.

Well? So what?

The questions were loud in her head, urging her to ignore him. To go the other way and leave him to face his own karma while she dealt with hers. But her feet were already moving, taking her into the living room.

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