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you don't understand guillermo and his arc
have i got your attention?
hello, my name is nia, and welcome to me opening a blog solely for the sake of yelling into the void my analysis/meta of the haha hehe silly vampire show.
Small introduction/index right before beginning:
Spoilers for s5 finale!
Re-framing of what wwdits is really about and setting the record straight as what to expect and what not to be angry about.
Discussing how Guillermo's arc of letting go of his vampirism isn't, in fact, a let down or a missed opportunity and quite the opposite, is in character for him, in line with his character arc, and wasn't "all for nothing".
Long ass post (not exaggerating), so click "read more" and buckle up. Here we go.
I have to start this by reiterating that first and foremost, this is a batshit insane comedy show with batshit insane, morally bankrupt (yet endearing) and complex characters. It's not interested in telling a story or a plot, it's not interested in being pretentiously deep, and I say that for the people who can't really come to terms with the format and that the show is going nowhere, because it's not supposed to be going anywhere, it's just the daily lives of vampires and their little adventures and sometimes struggles. In a weird way, it's slice of life.
This show isn't like Good Omens or Our Flag Means Death in which you're concerned with an overarching plot. Even season 4 and 5 seem to look like it has an overarching plot, the term you're looking for is contained theme of the season. It's like "villain of the week" format. Only for the seasons. S1 we had the baron, s2 we had vampire slayer guillermo, s3 we had the vampire council, s4 we had nadja's night club, s5 we had vampire guillermo -- and these are just very broad summaries.
There ISNT an overarching plot, it's the character arcs that are starting to pick up, which guillermo's is the strongest and most reoccurring.
It's episodic even when there's a theme and plot of a season, and it's meant to be bite-sized and contained and followable. Someone who doesn't know this show can watch one episode from season one and one from season three and it wouldn't be that jarring depending on the episodes, like, the cast were able to answer "what episodes would you recommend to someone who hasn't watched the show" on the tumblr live ask.
The writers and the producers of wwdits are concerned with making you laugh, exploring how insane and unexpected places they can take things with a cast of vampires of the past who haven't quite adapted to the modern times and are devoid of common sense and knowledge most of the time in a mockumentary style. Yes, you know this already, I know, it looks like I'm being patronizing or condescending.
But do you know, really? I'm talking to a certain demographic, so please don't take this personally.
What most of these people consider dropping the show over, like the reasons "nothing changes" or "things go back to the usual and it's getting old" or "they throw ideas away" or "serious stuff gets brushed over so quickly" don't consider that these are often done on purpose.
Half because of the format and that the documentary crew can't be there all the time to capture every little thing and character moments you are naturally given in a normal TV show/movie, and half because it's one of the core themes of the show, that nothing ever really changes and these are centuries old vampires who are so closed off to change. That's the thing. That's what it's all about and that's where all the jokes are stemming from.
In a normal comedy show, you might perhaps see the characters being unhinged together, but you would also get to see their most private and vulnerable moments, (like maybe brooklynn 99), and you take that as granted, it's sometimes spoon-fed through cinematography and what's purposefully caught in camera per director and writer choices.
wwdits follows a very clear show-don't-tell narrative of characters putting on a front for the cameras, and you have to read between the lines more often than not to figure out these unreliable narrators, otherwise you might miss some things and take it at face value.
one example of this in my opinion is the relation between laszlo, baby colin robinson, the bastard children he doesn't like to talk about and the baby he turned into a vampire. the latter is very much played as a joke, the bastards are throw away line by nadja, but when you take baby colin into the picture and how happy it made laszlo to be a father (no matter how questionable), how (questionably) amazing he was at it, and how losing baby colin robinson downright made him grieve and mourn (like. he abandoned nadja to look after this child), you get a clearer picture as to why laszlo might have made a baby into a vampire and why he doesn't like to talk about the children he's fathered. maybe it's because he wanted to be a parent at one point, maybe with a vampire baby he could have a child who wouldn't die. it seems deeper than it was at first glance, the complexity is hidden beneath the layers of vampires being funny assholes.
other times you have to not overthink it and learn to accept some things are purely for shits and giggles. no matter how many levels of fucked up they are on. it's literally no use discussing the morality or how wrong things are. and on a framework such as this, the running gag being characters being left somewhere when their plot-relevance is over (benjy, jim the vampire, derek, the hybrid creatures etc.) shouldn't come off as surprising or lazy writing. because that's it, that's the joke.
This isn't to say this is a get out of the jail free card for not having progression or development.
I'm just saying that the vampires getting into shenanigans and everything being okay in the end despite all the drama is the status quo, and if you're going to have a problem with "sunrise sunset" and are so impatient with the theme of change being explored at a slow pace, then this show is not for you.
You are perfectly welcome to be frustrated with everything resetting, but you also have to know this is what you signed up for. The show is both trying to tell you something using this storytelling device to navigate the inherent cycle of stagnated repetition of the vampires' lives AND showing you that things ARE changing at the end of every season, bit by bit.
It's entirely on you that you don't notice and/or care it wasn't in the way you wanted it to be.
Like what they did with Guillermo.
The consensus of the arguments I've seen on this site consist of:
they finally made him a vampire and took it away from him and it was for nothing
it wasn't explored enough and well-enough
it breaks canon for him to be so squeamish about killing when he's been committing atrocities the whole show and it's a lazy reason to turn him back
nothing came of it. it ruins his character
he should have stayed a vampire it's what he wanted and deserved all along
it doesn't make sense with the narrative, they are writing him so differently now like he suddenly doesnt want to be a vampire? his character arc peaked in s3
First question: have we been watching the same show?
I'm going to walk you through this step by step for analysis sake, bear with me.
Who is Guillermo de la Cruz at the beginning of the show?
He is a fucking loser.
He is a pushover, has no confidence, deep down he's become so twisted from all the resentment and spite built up from being so overlooked, underappreciated and being cast aside. He has no life, he pays to live there as a familiar, his entire life is dedicated to Nandor, he's so tiny, has no presence.
And we establish his main motivation and want: to become a vampire.
But why does he want to be a vampire? Antonio Banderas in Interview with a Vampire. This apparently "inspired Guillermo because he had never seen another Hispanic person onscreen as a vampire". Yes, he projected and self-inserted to Armand, yes we know.
When you look closer, you'll pretty soon understands he craves the power he'll receive once he becomes a vampire. He'll become cooler, "sexier" (like he says that he doesn't feel any sexier when he became a vampire), nobody can look down on him, he can finally be someone, leave the old, pitiful Guillermo behind, it's all he's betting on. He doesn't want to grapple with his problems, the sexuality he represses, the Catholic guilt; he wholeheartedly assumes he'll just be a new person once he becomes a vampire, and for that, he'll do anything. He doesn't want to be a vampire, he wants to be a new, burden-free, hot-girl-eternal summer Guillermo who will demand respect just by existing.
Vampirism is the get out of the jail free card for him. The easy way out of his flaws and insecurities.
There's something called character's want vs. need in writing. What a character wants may not always be what they need. This is perfectly portrayed with Guillermo. Becoming a vampire isn't necessarily what he needs.
What he needs is making peace with himself, growing, acceptance, love, establishing confidence, finding his power -- self-growth.
the problem is he thinks vampirism will automatically give these to him. it couldn't be farther from the truth. this is a typical case of thinking the grass is greener on the other side.
So, naturally, discovering he's a vampire slayer is ruining everything for Guillermo, setting him up against the vampires whom he's trying to be a part of, to be accepted and loved by. It's threatening his found family.
Even though it's the most competent, confident, sexiest, and in element he's ever been in his life. It's what he's best at, when he's doubting himself the least, when he shines the most, the abilities come to him from within.
And he can't allow himself to embrace it. He still thinks vampirism will give him what being a Van Helsing is already giving him. He's gaining his footing, sticking it to the vamps who don't appreciate him where they deserve it, standing up for himself, being sassy and cunty, opening up, GROWING.
Yet he doesn't see it.
He believes he'll be whole once he becomes a vampire. You see him benefit so much from the van helsing genes but not once does he embrace it or actually celebrate his identity, embrace himself and who he is when it's what made him bloom in the first place. HE DOESN'T SEE IT.
He wants to renounce being a vampire slayer. He says it in season 5 to the baron. He full on wants to give up what makes him, him.
Hell, the symbolism of being a vampire slayer getting in the way of his transformation by fighting off the vampirism is so ironic and symbolic at the same time:
He can't find his true self and what his heart truly wants and needs if he doesn't give up the idea of being a fucking vampire. His true self has been within all along.
Guillermo's arc didn't peak in s3, it wasn't even close to being completed, because he hasn't found himself yet, he hasn't accepted himself yet. He hates being a vampire slayer deep down for setting him against the vampires and what he wants to become. Yes, he went through tremendous growth. He was powerful, he gained agency. But it was because THE POWERS VAN HELSING DNA GAVE HIM ON A SILVER PLATE. It wasn't that he accepted it. It wasn't that he found a sense of self in it.
He just got a preview of what he could become, is all. It made him think he was ready to become a vampire. He would never choose to stay a human/vampire slayer before the events of s5, it's always been about the endgame for him.
And it's so sad because Nandor is like. So stoked about vampire slayer Guillermo. He's so proud and giddy about him "being a warrior" because he knows Guillermo better than anyone and just when and how he's at his best. It's just that Guillermo doesn't see it and Nandor does. Just like how he knows Guillermo wasn't ready to become a vampire and how hard he would really take to actually killing people.
In retrospective, season 5 was about things we want not really being the things we thing we want.
They show that guillermo has gained the things he's wanted -- the love and friendship of the vampires and them deeply caring for him, thinking of him as family just in the way he thinks of them as, their respect, and he didn't need to be a vampire to get that. He already has the power he craves deep down.
He doesn't see it. He's not aware of any of it, he's so laser-focused to what he wants that he hasn't figured out how to handle the ugly side of vampirism, he hasn't even thought of it -- because he doesn't see any bad in being a vampire. He's so enticed by the power, the promise of sexiness and transformation and so blissfully ignorant by what he has to do to survive from being on clockwork in doing the dirty work for the vamps.
And precisely because of that hey show that guillermo wasn't ready to be a vampire -- yet. Because how can he be ready when he hasn't even figured himself out yet? When it's painfully obvious what he really wants isnt being a vampire but something he desires on a more emotional needs level?
And the most glaring point of this is how brutal and bloody his transformation was. It wasn't how he imagined or wanted it to be. He just wanted to be a vampire, and right off the bat everything went wrong.
He wanted it to be Nandor. He wanted it to be earned. He wanted it to be poetic, sexy and climactic.
Instead it was miserable and horrifying, the biggest shame to a vampire, and he had to keep it a secret to save his own life and nandor's -- hell, he wasn't even a full vampire, nothing had changed. Nothing had changed. When everything was supposed to change. (Catch the theme?)
And the thing he's happy about? The itty bitty powers he slowly starts to gain. Nothing else about vampirism is doing it for him. The raw meat craving, for one. He even cringes when he's drinking the blood Nandor gives him.
He only really wants the powers. He even goes on a little power trip when he fully turns. He's on a brief high until it comes to feeding.
And then the reality fully sinks in.
Guillermo has to come to terms with having to harm people if he wants to be a vampire. It's not the same as leading people to their deaths, he can't take the moral high ground by making the excuse he's not the one doing the killing or anything, vampires have their victims and he just handles the aftermath. Hypocritical? You bet your ass it is. Guillermo is considerate and horrible at the same time. That's what being complex is about.
Sure, there are ways such as not fully draining and just drinking his fill, but he isn't ready for tackling those topics yet. Vampirism was about becoming a new person for him up until that point, not having to drink blood to survive.
And figuring out that no, if he's given the choice, he wants to stay human has to be more devastating and earth-shattering for him.
Because everything he's worked for in the past 14 years, now, is up in the air for Guillermo. What does this mean for him, when will he go from there, is he still going to be a familiar, can he still stay with the vamps?
What does being a vampire mean to him now that his entire sense of self and future he'd built upon it is gone?
Here's what Yana Groskaya has to say about it:
This is one of the core themes of season 6.
In a sense, they've taken Guillermo's one and only hyperfixation away that was limiting his character. They've opened him up to new explorations.
He has to consider what being a van helsing could mean to him now that he can fully face his real self and there isn't a time limit to brush it under the rug so he can fully focus on becoming a vampire.
He has to face himself, learn about himself, go out more, discover himself better.
This also in a way is a direct parallel to Nandor in Season 3, and it's an interesting thing that it was Nandor who helped Guillermo to realize what he really wanted.
This wasn't "all for nothing" - it was a major beat in Guillermo's arc. To face what he naively and childishly wanted to "fix" himself had to be considered more seriously:
Nandor going "This is what I was waiting for" when Guillermo beat him in their fight in season 3 means SO MUCH MORE in this context.
Guillermo, in his BEST, having all the power, going all in on Nandor, seemed ready, as a slayer, he didn't hesitate to fight, harm, or throw hands, he could handle vampires and vampirism, and Nandor saw him fit. THIS was what he was waiting for. "You are alive because I let you live" and full on proving that statement. That he wasn't afraid to kill. For Guillermo to be ready in his soul, and it was his vampire slayer identity readied him. He had it in him all this time.
But in season 5, he has renounced it. He SAYS he has renounced it to be a vampire.
He has to embrace that part of himself to be truly ready.
Him becoming a vampire at this point in his life was so wrong on so many levels, they showed that Nandor would know when it was the right moment and he would do so right by Guillermo, and showed that really, what you think you want isn't actually what you want/need.
So no, this was bound to happen eventually, and an entire season dedicated to it was amazing in my opinion. Amazing things are coming for Guillermo, please don't be discouraged.
Thank you for reading this far.
I also want to write a Nandermo analysis at one point because I'm more passionate than ever and so excited (i loved what this season did with them), but we shall see!
#guillermo de la cruz#wwdits meta#wwdits#what we do in the shadows#wwdits season 5#wwdits spoilers#nandermo#wwdits s5
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Nadja Bad?
I've seen some posts recently about how Nadja is a bad character and the writers aren't investing in her development as much as they do in the other male leads.
I would like to politely disagree.
Nadja has an arc. Her whole thing is that she comes from a very poor village and was struggling a lot during her human life. She feels unsatisfied and powerless. But, throughout the series, she realizes she actually does have the power to change her life and do what she actually wants.
In season 1, she chases Gergo- sorry I mean Jesk, because she thinks her marriage is unfulfilling and her body is literally drawn to him. But when she finally gets him back and completely infatuated with her, it still doesn't make her happy. In fact, by the end of the season, she realizes her marriage with Lazslo is fulfilling and she doesn't even need jesk. So why is she so unsatisfied?
This is where Nadja-doll comes into the picture. Right off the bat(hehe) in season 2, Nadja is confronted with the manifestation of her aspirations. Her human version is furious with her, because she has had so many ambitions that she didn't get to fulfill during her lifetime, and she sees that Vampire Nadja has all the power to achieve her dreams but doesn't do so.
By the time season 3 rolls around and she's been given the role of co-leader of the council, she's so excited to finally have some power that she takes it too far. She also feels like she needs to prove herself, because she's never had any position of responsibility. I think the key episode to her arc is when Nadja-doll runs away, which is symbolic of her working too hard and therefore neglecting herself. This is also foreshadowing the fact that Nadja doesn't actually want to run the council, she just thinks it should be a thing that she wants.
Season 4 is the first time Nadja chases after something that she wants, without any external intervention or influence. And in every single episode, she had to face some kind of struggle on her way to running the perfect vampire nightclub. In episode 1 she has to convince her housemates that it's actually a good idea, in episode 2 she needs to get the Guide on her side, who turns out to be a major asset, in episode 3 she needs to get Richie Suck to perform (which fails miserably), and in episode 4 she needs to deal with worker's rights.
Now, has season 4 so far given Nadja the same emotional conflicts that it gave other characters? No. But like, at this point in time, it doesn't need to. Her relationships are all great, she knows what she wants, and she's actually going after it. People have been calling her a 'girlboss' but like, she is a boss. And tackling problems as they present themselves on the way to creating the perfect project is what a boss does.
Should they give her more emotionally complex things to do in the rest of the season? Yes! But you have to remember that we've only seen 4 episodes and I think what they've given Nadja so far is completely reasonable and does not indicate differential treatment.
Maybe the next 6 episodes will come out and Nadja will be completely sidelined and I will look like a fool. But personally, I trust the writers enough to believe that they're not going to do that.
Listen, if you don't like Nadja's character or find her annoying or genuinely think her arc is shallow and uninspired, I don't mean to invalidate you. There is no right or wrong here. I just wanted to offer a different perspective and hopefully contribute to the way you think about Nadja in some way.
I also have some more things to say about how Nadja's arc compares to the other characters' but this post is long enough so I guess this is going to have a part 2!
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*puts on a very vampirey outfit before tapping the microphone*
HELLO EVERYONE AND WELCOME BACK TO TUESDAY INTERVIEW - HALLOWEEN EDITION!!!
I'm your host Annie and today I'm once again here with out beloved and spooky Summer!!!
First and foremost! Last Saturday we had the newest update to A Lover's Folly, one that we were waiting with bathed breath after the heartstopping cliffhanger of the previous one! Finally, our hearts can rest in peace, even though many have been broken even more by this chapter...
"AAOAUGJGHGHHHH I AM EXPLODING INTO A MILLION PIECES I AM VISCERA ON THE GROUND ABOUT THIS. AUGH" - @morkify
#i am devastated - @lynnlovesthestars
"SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP THIS IS EXCELLENT" - @ermlady
Summer, how do you feel about this most visceral reactions? Are you flattered, sorry or joyous that you've caused us even more pain despite also the great joy that you brought on us?
Moreover, you did share the list of your current wips which, I must say, are quite many. But the real question is: which are you most excited to write, as of right now? which do you think will be most challenging above the others? and which, do you think, will break our heart even more?
Now, to the important things, HALLOWEEN IS HERE!
So, our dear Summer, what would be your perfect Halloween costume and party and day? I'm sure everyone is curious to know! (and even if they aren't, I am and I would like to know)
HI I'M FINALLY ANSWERING THIS <3 sorry i'm so bad at tuesday interview lately i promise i'll do better.
to answer your questions, i'm very happy that chapter of lover's folly is done. not because i didn't like it but because i definitely felt bad for that cliffhanger. it was evil and totally not my intention to take a hiatus immediately after but unfortunately that's just how the timing worked. :') honestly, i'm just glad it's hurting people's feelings enough to get a reaction. i'm such a slut for readers yelling at me in the comments for the things i've put them through. (as you know hehe)
for the wips, i uh, yeah. i have a lot. i wrote a more in-depth list today to kind of solidify the ones that are coming sooner but i think the one i'm most excited for is rage is a quiet thing which is more of a character study on astarion than a fic. it'll follow kind of his psyche throughout the events of the cazador confrontation with perhaps a little bit of flashback action depending on the layout but overall it'll definitely be heartbreaking because i feel like it's been forever since i've written some really good angst.
and uh, i think my perfection halloween costume would probably be nadja from wwdits? i was going to be her this year but then all my plans fell through (my dream halloween plans are just a small house party, love those) and i was just too broke after my trip to buy anything worth just sitting around at home for. so, maybe next year? :)
<3
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Thanks @str84pedro!!
tag game, post 7 comfort movies
The Sound of Music - literally my first ever hyperfixation. it's so beautifully shot and i love how well-developed maria is as a character, her relationship with the children and captain von trapp. it always hits, is always amazing, and such a beautifully shot film.
13 Going On 30 - something about this movie just always makes me feel so safe and comfortable. no one knows you like your childhood best friend 🥺
Ferris Bueller's Day Off - I will remember the night I first watched this movie for the rest of my life. I was in fifth grade. And then I spent the rest of my high school career watching it whenever I stayed home sick from school hehe. :)
The Way Way Back - A movie that recently got me through a super tough time in my life. Just really great coming of age film.
Humboldt County - Literally just watched this for the first time a few weeks ago and it was shockingly good and sweet ? Another coming age movie, and also.....young Jeremy Strong 🥰🥰🥰
Sleepless In Seattle - I want to list every single Nora Ephron movie on this list but then I'd run out of space. Anyways. She really gets it. All her movies are amazing.
Dunkirk - Not sure what it is about this movie that makes me love it so much because I don't usually like long war dramas but the cinematography, acting, characters, and pacing of this movie just really make the viewer so invested.
Tagging: @nadja-antipaxos @ay0nha @madsmikkelsenss @loveandthings11
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Hell made of glass (part i of Labyrinthe)
TW: vivid descriptions of gore//implied parental neglect//cursing//french people
Nadja wasn’t one for parties, she was repulsed to even make eye contact with her father’s guests, unable to correctly interact with them in any sort of way and it just made her feel worse about herself, however her father carefully instructed her nanny Isabella to get her ready for the cocktail party he was holding for his constituents and Isabella couldn’t go against her boss, even if it meant having to subject poor old Nadja to all that faux torture
all the way down in Nadja’s room, both Nadja and Isabella were getting ready, Nadja was wearing her old party dress while she stared out her bedroom window looking down at two security guards playing cards and talking playful banter with one another as Isabella was getting ready to leave, you could tell her room was the only place in the entire mansion where one could feel warmth and joy, the rest of the manor cold and frigid, blue with all the light coming from the windows, Nadja hated being in the house all by herself, as she had been usually by her father, thankfully Isabella was there for her, as Nadja strapped her dress on she sat in front of her vanity table while Isabella followed behind her with a comb
“oh hehe, look Marcus lost again” Nadja said looking out the window
“he’s always been a sore loser, trust me I’ve played bridge with him” Isabella said bringing Nadja over to her vanity to do her hair
“do I really have to go this time?” Nadja protested
“don’t shoot the messenger kid, I’m not the one forcing you to go” Isabella said “I’m just doing my job honey”
“PLEASE Bella!” Nadja insisted “those people are so far up my dad’s ass they’re practically in his kidneys!”
“precisely, its gonna be fine, they’ll all be too focused getting attention from your dad to notice you’re there, you can sneak away at any given moment and go play cards with Markus and Hermann”
“please stay Bella I can’t take it”
“Nad, I wish I could but I have guests over today”
“oh”
Nadja looked solemnly into the mirror with a worried face while she gripped her hands, Isabella noticed, she knew Nadja wasn’t comfortable with handling these sorts of situations
“still could you stay a little longer?” Nadja asked
she looked at herself in the mirror with the tremendous guilt weighing her down enabling her to keep brushing her hair she sighed and told Nadja
“ugh, can’t believe I’m doing this—” Isabella said “Look I’ll only be gone a couple hours, I’ll return after I’m done just for you caprese?”
“REALLY?!” Nadja exclaimed, she jumped out of her vanity seat and bear-hugged Isabella “OH THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!”
“alright alright Nad” Isabella said
a knock on Nadja’s door made itself clear as Aria, Isabella’s co-maid appeared to fetch Nadja
“Nadja dear, your father is searching for you, he wants to make an entrance with you there” Aria said
“got it, see you later Bella!” Nadja said
“bye kiddo” Isabella replied
“three hours?” Nadja whispered
“three hours!” Isabella whispered back
Nadja left her room gleefully as only Aria and Isabella remained
“leaving early I see?” Aria asked in an accusatory tone with the darkness around her eyes growing darker
“yeah you know, I invited people over, can’t have them waiting long” Isabella answered
“I take it these people are those jackals you always surround yourself with?”
“whoa there, always is a bit of a stretch, maybe every other week but always?”
“do you ever think of her when you do these things?!” Aria accused in the same tone as before but her demeanor shifted as she gotten closer to Isabella their faces only a half inch away from each other
“always” Isabella got away from her almost making her way to the doorway before aria grabbed her arm firmly and swiftly and looked at her as the darkness in her eyes only exceeded
“then you would know they only bring trouble with them”
“will you relax, I’m not planning anything substantial I’m just going to a get-together with some friends, they just happen to be the people you can’t stand” Isabella swatted her hand away from Aria’s grip
“will you listen to yourself, what would Nadja say when she finds out who you hang out with are a group of drunk, delusional and deranged idiots who think just because they’re loud enough they can bring change to this city”
“she’d say, please take me with you I can’t take being holed up here any longer”
“you jest, but just so you know one day you will have to answer for your crimes, and the judge, jury and executioner might just not listen to your case”
“right, do you know where my bag is?” Isabella sarcastically replied as Aria took a sharp exhale and replied “down the hall in the broom closet”
Isabella, grabbed her bag stashed between the brooms in the broom closet, a duffel bag filled with her personal belongings, as she put it on her back and sneaked out of the broom closet and out of the estate, the blue moon lightly casting its light over everything, the only proper lighting coming from the mansion’s stained glass windows, as she made her way through the exterior of the house a shadow cascaded over her and she was caught off-guard by it seeing how she wasn’t walking underneath or behind anything, she turned to see the silhouette of a security guard, she sighed a huge sigh of relief and made banter with the standing man
“sorry I thought you were something else there!” Isabella said
“…” the standing man didn’t answer
“you alright there you look a little torn up” Isabella said
“…” he once again didn’t answer
Isabella began to get suspicious, all the other guards knew her very well, matter of fact she had a good relationship with a few of them, she got closer to the man leaned forward to see him
“hey buddy—”
the sight of what she saw standing there was indescribable, whatever it was it sure as hell wasn’t human, its skin was pale to the point where it’d be considered a light green, it’s jaw unhinged to where its teeth were damn near falling out and those that stayed intact were grossly colored brown or a faint yellow, the hair was falling out its head and slowly creasing out of the head, and the eyes, oh how could she forget the eyes, they were a blindingly bright yellow with tiny black dot for an iris, it looked at her and reached out with its maggot infested hand, spores growing fervently out of it
“I…feel….fantastic”
the standing thing said before assuming back its normal position, Isabella fled faster than anything else, completely disregarding the regular path she’d take back home anything to get away from whatever it was, she had somehow made it to the city’s residential area a little far from her house but still there, she took a second to breath in after running so far she felt numb in her legs, once she took a second to recollect her thoughts, once she realized what she had saw over there, the fear was almost about to consume her entire body, nonetheless she regained her footing and took a deep breath
‘its fine Isabella’ she thought ‘it’s probably nothing, don’t worry yourself, it could’ve been the moonlight, you know how hard it is to see in the dark— oh who are you kidding he damn near looked dead!
she somehow convinced herself what she saw there was unreal, upon being successful in her self-gaslighting she realized she was close to her house and out of the many things plaguing her mind at that moment she quickly remembered
“THE MEETING!”
Before she was even in her own apartment building her guests made their way into her apartment, with the key she supplied them with in case of emergencies, of course the emergency in this case was them not wanting to wait any longer.
“Marie, ma cherie, how many times do I have to tell this, this is a revolutionary meeting not a party you don’t have to make bakeries for us!” Jean-pierre exclaimed with a cigar in one hand and a glass of Isabella’s wine in the other
“oh but you can bring wine and cigars?” Marie Abdul protested as she brandished out her cookies and cakes for the rest of the Jackals Club to eat “you know you’re the only one complaining”
“oh pour l'amour de Dieu!” Jean-pierre exclaimed as everyone was giggling and laughing at him
“Alter schwede! when will Isabella get here, we’ve been here for a good half-hour!” Wilhelm complained in his husky voice staring out Isabella’s window
“we’ve been here for ten minutes Wilhelm” Antoine corrected him in his wistful and quiet tone “and stop drinking I’m not carrying you back home again, I broke my back the last time trying to carry you!”
“Oi stop being such a baby, I only had six HAHAHAHA!” Wilhelm replied putting his arm around Antoine and messing up his hair
“MONROE TAKE HIM AWAY FROM ME BEFORE I GET VIOLENT!” Antoine yelled
“one moment, I’m about to win- wait no ach mon dieu!” Monroe complained as he played his hand in a poker game against Armstrong “thanks a lot I was just about to win that!”
“hahaha, too late!” Armstrong delighted as he grabbed his winning money from the center of the table “why don’t you try and play a real game eh?”
“you brought a card game too!?” Jean-pierre yelled “peoples this is not a party it is a meeting!”
“will you relax Jean, the meeting hasn’t even started what do you expect we would be doing?” August asked as he lounged on Irwin’s lap drinking from a gin bottle he brought over
“ack, I don’t know we would be discussing with one another about the topics of the day, while Louis took notes and we smoked cigars and drank wine, not this!”
“speaking of louis where is he?” Irwin asked after taking a big sip of August’s gin bottle
“he isn’t here?!” Monroe asked carrying a half-intoxicated Wilhelm away from Antoine “I could’ve sworn he was with me!”
“no Monroe that was me, you kept calling me Louis remember?” Marie explained
“Ah Merde not again!”
a loud and quick knock was heard from outside
“I’ll get it” Marie said reaching for the door, Louis emerged half-soaked in street-water looking in discontent over at Monroe and the rest of the Jackals
“Ah Louis, Dieu merci, I thought I forgot you!” Monroe said
“oh so you didn’t forget me!” Louis exclaimed naively
“yes, yes I didn’t forget you I just got-uhh, distracted!”
“so you did forget him!” Wilhelm laughed to himself falling on the ground
“ugh!” Louis exclaimed throwing his jacket on the hanger next to the door and sitting next to Armstrong
“ay Louis forgive me, I just saw an old friend and I lost track of time!” Monroe justified
“whatever Monroe” Louis said as Armstrong handed him a cigar
“cheer up Louis at least he didn’t forget you at one of those police checkpoints again!” Irwin joked with everyone apart from Jean-pierre and Monroe laughing
“oi, quiet!” Jean-Pierre exclaimed, they all heard faint footsteps coming from the hall outside, that of a muddied leather boot, upon hearing the door swing open, out came Isabella, sweaty, tired and out of breath.
“OH GOD!” Marie Abdul exclaimed upon seeing Isabella “My darling are you alright?” she came to her aid, taking off her coat and bag from her and looking into her shaken and disturbed eyes
“uh-huh, yes I’m just fine!” Isabella replied shakily
“right, Isabella’s here we can start the meeting!” Jean-pierre said ignoring Isabella’s pitiful state only for the other members to go a different direction and focus on Isabella, the entire club helped her sit down.
“Isabella Alles Klar?” August asked as the group transported her to a couch
“yeah yeah, I’m fine!” Isabella brushed off
“Bella, dear, look at yourself you’re not fine!” Irwin said
“you look like you were run over!” Wilhelm chimed in
“or seen a ghost!” Louis added
“or were stoned half to death!” Armstrong also added
“alright, ALRIGHT!” Isabella exploded “I get it I look bad, but can we just get the meeting over with!”
“ugh THANK YOU!” Jean-pierre said
“please dear, can you lay down a little?” Marie asked her sincerely
“I’ll do it afterwards Marie” Isabella bargained as she held Marie’s hands
“promise?”
“promise!”
“ok everyone done?” Jean-pierre impatiently asked while everyone looked at him with annoyed stares “OK GOOD LET’S START!”
“tell me has this man not taken enough from us as is?” Antoine commanded as he spoke from the top of his lungs while the club members huddled around him smoking and drinking in a room that was exceedingly starting to smell like burnt cannabis.
as Isabella laid down on her couch with a half-sober Wilhelm sitting on her right side and a worrisome Marie holding her hand on her left side all listening to Antoine’s fiery speech.
“Psst, Willy” Isabella whispered to Wilhelm, he leaned closer to her accidentally spilling some gin on himself
“Ack!” he exclaimed quietly “What Bella?”
“How’s Antoine’s brother holding up, I heard they caught him a few days ago”
“Ja, that they did, they found him smuggling cigars and dirty magazines from Moers, poor guy they even extended his sentence in the Glass Labyrinthe!”
“for smuggling dirty rags and cigars??”
“and a treason charge apparently”
“nah that’s overkill”
“your telling me!”
“He’s turned children to orphans, men and women to widows and housed families homeless people roaming the streets aimlessly just for them to be caught and thrown in jail, and what do we have to show for this!?” Antoine berated “a saint who has a body count is not a man of god!”
“Quelle salope!” Louis joked as an uproar in laughter commenced
“uhh, what does that mean?” August asked Marie
“slut” Marie told August
“christ, I was just asking a question!”
“precisely Louis, write that down La Salope Vincenzo” Antoine ordered “comrades, I will be upfront with all of you, as you all know I have a wife a kid and sadly a brother in law”
Wilhelm laughed and pointed himself as if to say “HE MEANS ME!”
“these are all people I love, people I cherish, ones who I couldn’t see myself having to identify the corpses of, especially not my daughter claire, and to think that we’ve all had to do it in the past, that’s what makes it more heartbreaking”
A silence rung out through the room, the sense of dread hit the group like a brick wall, New Venezia wasn’t a delightful city, not in the slightest, a city with the nickname “the Saint’s Mortuary” was bound to be a city with no prospects, the Jackals all knew this none more than Isabella, a woman who had to identify her parent’s corpses after they had been murdered, a woman who had to retrieve her ex-fiance’s ashes after a fire broke out in the city and a woman who was left to work at the young age of 13, with little to nothing to her name.
“let’s put an end to our mortuary visits” Antoine concluded as sharp yet scattered applause followed his speech, as Jean-pierre came up to speak with Irwin following him to the middle of the room, Isabella rolled her eyes and sat upright.
“love?” Isabella called for Marie “can you pass me the bottle, I need to be drunk to take that man seriously”
“ack, come on Bella, keep an open mind maybe he’s got something good to say today!” Marie replied
“do you know who your talking about, Jean-Pierre’s only good for one thing and one thing only and that’s how many cigars he keeps with him”
“I heard that Isabel!” Jean-pierre exclaimed
“oh good, your ears work!” Isabel rebutted
“hmph!” Jean gestured
“Bella, mon amour, I know you and him don’t get along, but he is our leader and like it or not you’ll have to listen to him sometimes” Marie said
“cruel irony isn’t it?” Isabella replied
“very much!” Wilhelm chimed in
“my fellow comrades” Jean-pierre announced “we have come far, from our days as an old drinking group, when it was just me and Irwin, to a group of like-minded, fascinating and bright individuals, all capable of toppling this tyrant and his tyrannical ways!”
“I mean come on Marie are you hearing this, he’s talking out of his ass!” Isabella whispered to her lady
“come on, he’s just drunk” Marie said
“and now, we shall take our next most drastic step” Jean-pierre announced with the settling suspense from that single sentence sending shockwaves through the room, what on earth could he mean by that, his cryptic nature only added to the weird suspense filling the room.
“I see I have your attention, hehe” Jean-Pierre said “Louis, make sure you’re taking notes!”
“Yessir!” Louis pulled out his notebook and pens and waited with baited breath for his next sentence, however Jean-Pierre trailed on
“are you writing this down this is very important—”
“OH JUST TELL US JEAN!” Monroe exploded
“alright alright!” Jean gestured “Irwin, you can take it away”
“right,” Irwin announced “we’re going expose the Saint!”
murmurs and chatter chimed through the room ones specifically of confusion and anxiety
“are they serious?” Marie whispered to Isabella
“I guess so!” Isabella answered
“Bella!” Wilhelm called for her “take this away from me, I’m starting to hear things” He handed her a bottle and glass of wine he had
“Mein Gott they can’t be serious!” August fumed
“oh they’re serious!” Monroe said
“these idiots will get us killed!” Armstrong exclaimed
“I knew I should’ve started writing my will!” Antoine said
“at least you HAVE things to bequeath!” Louis said “I’m coming up with blanks for my will!”
“please please, everyone calm yourselves!” Irwin announced “you’re not hearing things, you’re not hallucinating— we’re going to expose the Saint and his council”
“and how do you suggest we do that Einstein?!” Armstrong asked
“I was just about to get into the Armstrong—” Irwin said before Jean-Pierre interrupted him
“Since you asked Armstrong— allow me to explain!” Jean-pierre said, he pulled out a wire from his pants’ pockets “this is a wire, a wire that one of us will place in the Saint’s office, once the wire is placed in a secretive location, preferably one where we’re able to listen in on his conversations, then we’ll transcribe his conversations and look for the real juicy bits, and publish those, that way we’ll be able to get people to see the true version of him and expose him to the point where he’d have no other choice to step down!”
Isabella stared in disbelief, as she knew the minute Jean uttered his first sentence of his life-threatening plan, that she’d be the one tasked with bugging Saint Vincenzo’s office, it made her furious, neither Jean or Irwin consulted her about the plan, a plan that she would be instrumental in, if she wasn’t careful she could very easily go into the Glass Labyrinthe and never see Nadja ever again, she’d never see Marie ever again she’ll be forced into a life of isolation and torture over a misstep that she wasn’t even consolidated upon.
“so I must ask you” Jean-Pierre said facing the room, he stepped towards Armstrong and held his hand in his “will you publish our findings Armstrong?”
That just added salt to an open wound, as if Isabella didn’t matter enough, he asked Armstrong first before he even asked her, she felt absolutely humiliated, and Marie could tell
“just think of the glory, think of the infamy, my name in future history books, all of our names for that matter!” Jean continued on “what do you say Armstrong-”
“no”
Jean halted in his steps as those words echoed through the room, Jean-pierre slowly turned around and with a stunned look on his face with his cigar falling on the ground and being put out immediately upon falling on the ground
“what do you mean no?” Jean-Pierre asked “d-didn’t you hear what I just said?”
“every bit of it” Armstrong replied “I just can’t—my editor, he’s a close friend of the saint’s, and- and if I publish that, it’ll be the end of me, I’ll be thrown in the Labyrinthe!”
“it’s a small sacrifice Armstrong, a sacrifice in the name of progress DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND!?” Jean-pierre fumed
“Jean-” Irwin said
“NO DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND?!” Armstrong replied yelling “I ALREADY LOST PETER TO THE LABYRINTHE, I’M NOT LOSING MYSELF TO IT I HAVE A WIFE AND KIDS JEAN!”
Armstrong stood like a skyscraper amongst tiny settlements, he looked down at Jean-pierre with uncontrollable rage and fury, enough to explode a man, Jean-pierre looked up in horror and disbelief as his plan crumbled upon impact, he inched backwards and slumped on the ground, his arms on his knees looking down on the ground the darkness around his eyes growing darker and darker
“cheer up Jean-Pierre, we can come up with something else” Irwin said
“everywhere I fucking go— Everywhere we go he’s there, its like he has eyes in the walls!” Jean mumbled
Isabella sat there looking at Jean-pierre with disgust and loathing, for this man was supposed to be their leader, a man who crumbles upon the biggest setback, does he not have a backup plan, does he not think ten steps ahead like a good leader, he is a coward, a coward with no plan and no backbone, the room began to feel hopeless as if they were sinking into the ground when Louis stood up slamming his notebook on the ground yelling
“I’ll do it!”
Stunning the room even more
“No Garcon, don’t do it!” Monroe warned “you’re far too young!”
“And your health there’s no way you could do it with your condition!” August said
“Let the boy talk Monroe!” Jean-Pierre interrupted
“Look, I know I’m not the best candidate—” Louis said before starting to get a coughing and wheezing fit “I-I’m young and I’m diseased!” he battled to speak through his coughs as the stress of the situation had triggered his asthma he pulled out his inhaler and continued to talk “B-but if there’s anyone you could trust the notes with its me, I haven’t lost a single one since we started having the meetings and if anyone’s going to transcribe them it should be me!”
“Louis, young man look at yourself, you start coughing and wheezing at the first sight of stress, I don’t think transcribing highly classified material from the office of a highly powerful and deranged lunatic will do you any better!” Irwin commented
“Please sir, you all have family and loved ones to worry about, if I go no one will miss me you’ll all be fine” Louis added
“Louis don’t do this— you’re just a kid!” Monroe said with tears in his eyes
“I am no kid, I am a Jackal” Louis stated with all the courage he could muster up at that moment
“THE BOY WILL DO IT” Jean-pierre announced as Louis rejoiced, the rest of the Jackals still worried for if Louis gets caught the club has a child’s blood on their hands
“Jean!” Irwin yelled “the boy is sixteen, you can’t be fucking serious!”
“OH!” Jean-Pierre exclaimed “ OH please, I don’t see you coming up with a better idea!”
“Sirs, please it’ll be fine!” Louis interrupted “I know everything about these sorts of things I can manage just fine!”
“Ah there, you heard the boy HE’LL MANAGE!” Jean-Pierre exclaimed
“Jean, we should still reconsider this, Louis could hurt himself doing this!” Antoine said
“You know we still haven’t decided who would place the wire!” Marie added
“Not now Marie we are discussing it!” Jean-Pierre said
“Ugh!” Marie scoffed
“FORGET IT PIERRE!” Monroe yelled clutching Louis aggressively “YOU WILL NOT TAKE HIM FROM ME!”
“Monroe you’re hurting me!” Louis said the blood in his arms stopping circulation
“Monroe let the kid go, you’re going to give him another asthma attack!” August said
“LET HIM GO MONROE!” Armstrong yelled
“Why so you could take him from me?!” Monroe yelled, Louis started wheezing and coughing uncontrollably
Amidst the chaos that ensued in her own living room, Isabella stood up from her seat grabbing the empty wine bottle from Wilhelm’s hands and smashed it against the wall of the section all the members stood in front of, stunning everyone there and waking up Wilhelm, she dropped the bottle on the ground while maintaining eye contact with everyone there
“Monroe, let go of the boy or your head is next” Isabella ordered as Monroe released Louis’ arm from his grip allowing the boy to reach for his inhaler “Right this is how things will go, I will put the wire in the Saint’s room and give you all the transcripts in return you will complete this task precisely how I plan it to go!”
“What on earth are you saying?!” Jean-Pierre fumed “this is MY plan what authority do you have over this mission?!”
“Oh Jean, I know you’re not the brightest man in the world but even the most half-witted of half wits know what my role in this whole operation is” Isabella told Jean as she looked down at him
“She’s right Jean” Irwin added “who do you think will put the wire in the saint’s room?”
“And what does your plan entail per say?” Jean asked
“Glad you asked, once the bugged room is set up Louis will write down the transcript and sign it using the Jackals Club alias at that point Armstrong you will publish the pamphlets only he’d have to work overtime and in secret, and from there, Antoine, Irwin you will pass them onto your clients and law associates but be discreet we don’t want anymore of us going to the glass house over this, Wilhelm, you make sure to spread these via word of mouth around your factory job, August you make sure all your patients leave with one of these pamphlets, Monroe you pass these onto your fellow army men make sure they all get one of these but don’t you dare pass them to anyone you don’t trust I know how your regiment operates, as for you Mein Liebling, any man or woman you service these next few nights take your caution with make sure they can never trace it back to you, and that goes for the rest of you, everyone understood that?” Isabella explained as she made her rounds across the room
The room entirely stunned at her meticulous effort and thought, she had clearly put a lot of effort into this plan and it showed how sure of herself she was, she was ready to fire into the night with this plan and die with it she could.
“Hold on a second!” Jean-Pierre interrupted “I don’t do anything in this plan!”
“That’s simply not true, you’ll be supplying us with cigars and wine, every successful revolution needs one!” Isabella added
“W-well we need to vote on it!” Jean added “all in favor of the plan?” Everyone besides Jean-Pierre raised their hands seeing as everyone was willing to follow Isabella’s more rigid and well-thought out plan
“Fine Brutus-” Jean-Pierre scoffed
“Can we go back to partying now?” Wilhelm asked almost pushing Jean-Pierre over the edge
the meeting had come to a close and it was time for the Jackals to make it to their house, as Isabella stood out her door’s entrance, with glimpses of whatever she witnessed over at the Estate still haunting her, she tried not to focus on it and more on the victory she had achieved that meeting
“Good night Hortenz, may we see each other next week same time?” Jean-Pierre said
“Of course, your house this time, I’m not letting you barbarians back in my house ever again” Isabella commented sarcastically “you damn near woke up all my neighbors, lucky none of them care enough to stop you”
“What a cruel thing to say, even after this entire time you still insist on mocking me?” Jean-Pierre responded coldly
“Oh come on Jean, it was just a joke, learn to take one!”
“Quelle chienne” Jean-Pierre lit a cigar as he left her hallway so coldly and unforgivingly
Next Wilhelm and Antoine emerged, to put it more aptly, Antoine emerged half defeated as Wilhelm slumped drunkenly onto his back
“Didn’t I warn you not to drink so much tonight?!” Antoine complained
“Didn’t I warn you not to fuck my sister five years ago!?” Wilhelm replied
“Ugh— goodnight Isabella”
“hehe, do you need any help with him?
“No No, this isn’t the first night I had to take him back home like this” Antoine replied
“Bella!” Wilhelm belched out “D-did you know Antoine fucked my sister even though I told him not to, he betrayed me so violently, would’ve been better if he’d just stuck a shiv in my back!”
“Oh I’m sure Willy goodnight!”
“Nighty-night”
Armstrong emerged under the door that was twice less his size, he put a deck of cards in Isabella’s hands and told her
“Goodnight Isabella, I’ll keep these with you, I don’t want my young ones finding these in their father’s possession”
“Oh wow, a father that keeps secrets from his wife and kids, how do you have it all?”
“Goodnight jester” Armstrong sarcastically remarked
“Father of the year everyone!”
Irwin and August made their way out of the door half tired and half drunk, the were complete messes, Irwin was wearing August’s glasses and August had been wearing Irwin’s coat and hat both laughing over the ordeal yet not bothering to fix anything about it
“Haha, goodnight Bella liebe” August remarked
“Night love, and I’m sorry for that yelling match we had, I tell ya I was this close to punching Jean across his dumb groggy ass face!”
“You and me both comrade”
“Oh before I forget!” Irwin said pulling out a small wire out of his pants pocket “you know what to do with this!”
“Sure do”
“Be careful out there dear, you don’t know how many drunks are out there!”
“Tell yourself that August, you’re going out not me”
“Oh Oh ja ja, you know how I get after a few drinks”
“I’m hoping you stay this way all night mon cherie~”
“Oh I love it when you speak French to me~”
“Oh god you two, get a room!” Isabella complained
“Gute Nacht Bella!” August said as they both left Isabella’s doorway
And lastly Marie had stumbled to the door wearing her high heels and scantily clad clothes that emphasized her curves
“Right I’m heading out, busy day today— I well— busy night” Marie said
“When will I see you again Mein Liebling?” Isabella asked raising Marie’s chin upwards
“I won’t be long, just have to make my rounds through Saint Vitus street, you know the men there a big spenders!” Marie replied
“Remember what I said be careful walking through there” Isabella reminded her
“Ack, Bella I know these things, don’t you worry, I’ll be back before sunrise okay dear?”
“Alright sweetheart~”
Marie kissed Isabella on her cheeks leaving a rose-tinted lipstick stain on it
“Oh by the way Louis is fighting with Monroe inside, you might want to check that out” Marie told Isabella before taking off in a hurry
A disappointed and annoyed Isabella walked back inside to see Louis sitting on her couch looking disheveled and distraught
“mein Gott!” Isabella exclaimed “what happened to you, where’s Monroe”
“Monroe jumped out of your window and ran off some alleyway, I tried reasoning with him but all he did was yell back at me, he’s been like that all week!”
“Looks like he’s having another one of his episodes” Isabella said sitting next to Louis “We’re you fighting about something?”
“Oh we weren’t fighting, more like he was neurotically talking to the wall about me in a mean tone” Louis explained
“Oh Louis” Isabella said “I take it you don’t want to go back with him”
“He forgot me twice today, you won’t believe it”
“Oh no trust me, I believe it” Isabella reassured Louis “look, Monroe is well-meaning, unfortunately his brain up there is way too scrambled to even function properly”
“So what I should just give him a pass because his eggs are scrambled?” Louis asked
“Whoa I never said that, Its just something for you to keep in mind, Monroe functions differently than all of us, for him its a very thin line between casual everyday events to back on the battlefield, that shrapnel really did some damage up there” Isabella explained
“Hm, I don’t know I’m just very mad at him today, I can’t take getting forgotten by him another time, I get he’s dealing with his own things but that doesn’t mean he should neglect me”
“You’re right” Isabella said
“Well then I’m off!” Louis abruptly said “au revoir!”
“Whoa whoa whoa, hold on a second!” Isabella grabbed Louis and sat him right back onto the sofa “Where are you going?”
“Oh well I’m going to find a place to sleep, maybe a park bench, maybe Wilhelm’s house this one time this store let me sleep in their broom closet in return for me stacking their cans!”
“No no, you’re not sleeping on the streets, you’re sleeping here tonight” Isabella insisted
“Sorry?” Louis asked
“What you heard me, get a pillow and a blanket you’re sleeping here tonight”
“But I’ll make your couch dirty I’m covered in bog water!” Louis protested
“So what, that couch had already been through hell a little water won’t change anything” Isabella replied as she went to fetch Louis some pillows and a blanket
“W-what if the neighbors come by asking about you?”
“Then tell them I’ll be back”
“What if they ask who I am?”
“Tell them your my brother, they’ll totally buy it we have the same hair”
“A-and Marie, surely she’ll be disturbed with my presence!”
“Marie would die for you, stop bitching and sleep on the couch already”
“B-but, when will you be back?”
“Oh give me an hour or so, I’ll be back by then”
“I-Isabel,” Louis pleaded “I don’t want to be here”
“Why not?” Isabella asked carrying pillows and blankets
“I-I won’t lie anymore, I wasn’t late for the reason you think” Louis confessed “I mean Monroe forgot me and all, but I arrived so late because I was attacked”
“WHAT?!” Isabella fumed “what did they look like what happened, did they hurt you?!”
“N-no, I escaped before they could do anything, but they got my wallet”
“W-well what did they look like?”
“That-that’s the thing, I’m not sure they were alive”
Isabella hurriedly grabbed a large knife from her kitchen and a note that has all her contact numbers on it, she gave them all to Louis as she covered all the windows and grabbed an extra knife for her to leave with
“Don’t open the door for anyone you don’t know, if you hear any commotion outside ignore it, it doesn’t concern you and don’t you dare leave the house, not until the sun is up” Isabella commanded
“Y-yes of course” Louis replied timidly
“Now you’re sure of what you saw?” Isabella asked
“Y-yes, o-of course I do!” Louis said “how can you forget what that thing looked like”
“Alright then, don’t you dare forget anything I said” Isabella said as she left her apartment and locked the door, leaving Louis on edge for the remainder of the night.
A chill went down Isabella’s spine as she boarded the tram line to the estate, knowing that whatever she saw coming out of the estate wasn’t a figment of her imagination but a real thing, that someone else had witnessed, her blood turned cold and her face began to sweat, what if she had ran into it once more, what would it do to her if she came across it once more, a terrifying prospect indeed. She began distracting herself with the plan she thought out for herself, synchronizing and detailing how she’d place the wire in her mind, she remembered how Svetlana, one of her fellow maids, usually delivers Saint Vincenzo some tea to his office come midnight, there was almost an entire hour before that would happen, she could come and get Nadja out of that party in time and still have some left over time to sneak the wire into the room.
“Hey Lady!” the bus driver yelled “are going to get off here or what?”
Isabella looked out the window and realized they had reached the estate five minutes ago, she left in a hurry and tipped the bus driver with sixpences as the bus left after she had gotten off Isabella walked towards the estate only to be surprised by the guests all waiting out the gate for their drivers, which was odd, usually they’d stay up till midnight and now they’re leaving preemptively, she spotted Hermann standing guard with Markus overseeing all the party guests as they all left one by one, she squeezed through them and managed to get Hermann’s attention.
“Hermann!” Isabella yelled “Hermann what’s going on?”
“You didn’t hear?” Hermann asked “some murderer escaped the Glass Labyrinthe and is on the loose, they suspect he’s coming for the saint”
“W-why the saint?” Isabella asked
“Well he was the one to sentence and torture him, I don’t think they’re on the best of terms!” Hermann said
The gravity of the situation hit Isabella like a rock to the face, she squeezed past all the other guests and made it inside the estate being greeted by a gaggle of maids and butlers closing off everything, doors, windows and exits, nothing was about to get past them as per the Saint’s instructions, Isabella ran to Nadja’s room passing Svetlana making the saint’s tea, Aria ordering the maids to board up the windows and doors, Frau throwing the leftover food from the party into the trash and Angela helping Aria with her orders. She finally made it to Nadja’s room, she quietly and slowly opened the door to see Nadja sitting in her room wearing her pyjamas and reading books on the ground, Nadja turned around to see Isabella in her doorway and she was beyond ecstatic
“BELLA!” Nadja yelled as she ran at full speed towards her and hugged her, catching Isabella off-guard
“N-Nadja, how are you doing?” Isabella said closing the door behind her and stepping into the room
“I had the worst time at that party, Lorraine was so annoying you won’t even believe it, he kept on insisting I stay in the party room!”
“Man what a bitch!” Isabella said closing Nadja’s blinds and locking the door
“What are you doing?” Nadja asked
“Oh well, there’s a bit of an issue outside” Isabella said
“Is that why everyone else left?” Nadja asked “which, thank god by the way”
“Yeah, there’s sort of a prison escapee situation going on” Isabella said
“Oh no that’s awful”
“Yeah, so don’t leave your room no matter what, you hear me?” Isabella ordered
“Wait, you’re going to stay with me though right?”
“Yes of course Nad, just let me deal with something real quick”
“wait don’t leave me here!” Nadja protested “I don’t want to be by myself anymore!”
Isabella had a tough choice to make, go do her revolutionary duty, or comfort Nadja, both so important to her whatever should she do, finally she thought of something, something both dangerous yet ingenious, more dangerous than anything else she had thought of in her 17 years of working with the saint.
“I’ve never held a knife this sharp before!” Nadja exclaimed as she wielded Isabella’s knife while she cowered beneath her, they stealthily walked through the hallway avoiding any form of detection, specifically from Aria, as they made their way to the saint’s office
“Don’t hold it like that—”Isabella said “You’ll stab yourself in the heart!”
“Oh right!”
“So why are we going to my dad’s office?”
“Oh you know, safety reasons, he just doesn’t want you to stay alone in your room while some wacko walks around trying to kill people”
“Well that’s a first!”
“I know your dad sure cares today huh?” Isabella lied
Isabella and Nadja finally made it to her dad’s office which two security guards stood in front of, subsequently the same time as Svetlana who carried the Saint’s tea and food
“Bella?” Svetlana asked “Mon Dieu what are you doing here— is that Nadja?”
“Ah, Lana, dear— just the person I was looking for—I was about to tell you that his Sainthood wanted Nadja in his room for the night, you could never be too cautious am I right?” Isabella explained
“I suppose?” Svetlana said “but why does Nadja have a knife with her?!”
“self-defense, you never know what might happen, wouldn’t want her to be defenseless eheh” Isabella cautiously said “here let me take that tea from you, you take Nadja’s knife— problem solved!”
“UH—His Sainthood expects me to be there!” Svetlana said
“Another night Svetty, there’s a deranged lunatic on the run!” Isabella yelled as Nadja opened the door for her and they both entered in
“Bye Svetlana!” Nadja said
the two ladies entered Saint Vincenzo’s elaborately decorated office, the fireplace was burning and his wall filled with animal heads stared at the both of them as they walked in front of the Saint’s desk with him sitting pondering upon the fireplace, he turned around and was shocked to see the both of them.
“Nadja? Isabella?”
“Your Sainthood~” Isabella said kneeling down with the tea tray in hand
“Hello father!”
“what are you doing here?” He asked
“Well, Nadja’s room was such an easy target for the loose lunatic and I thought maybe this would be safer for the both of you, seeing how your office is heavily guarded and sanctioned your daughter shall be safer here than in her room!” Isabella explained
“It’s alright father, I’ll be quiet for you”
“Yes, Yes— but I meant you Isabella, didn’t you leave early today?” Saint Vincenzo asked
“oh well you know, I was just walking back home when I realized I still have some work to finish so I rushed back here as fast as I could to finish my job, because THAT is how devoted and loyal I am to your cause” Isabella lied pulling the quickest lie out of her ass
“nice save” Nadja whispered
“Well then— thank you Isabella” Saint Vincenzo said “please, place the platter there”
the moment had come, the best possible out for a fake-out, Isabella took the dive and literally dove in front of the table, the crash of silverware and China ceramics colliding with one another with the crashing sound startling both Nadja and Vincenzo, they both jumped out of their seats at the mere sound of it
“Ach nein!” Isabella said “I’m so sorry forgive me your Sainthood!”
“Ow my ears!” Nadja exclaimed
“Are you alright dear?” Isabella asked
“I’m a little shaken but I’ll be just fine”
“ISABELLA!” Saint Vincenzo yelled “you come here unannounced and unasked for and you drop tea all over my carpet have you no shame?!”
“My apologies your sainthood allow me to fix it for you” Isabella apologized, she leaned into Nadja’s ears while Saint Vincenzo wasn’t paying attention and whispered into her ears “distract him for me”
Isabella got on her knees and began to set up a wire as she pretended to clean up, Nadja a little confused looked back to her for guidance but all Isabella did was mouth the words ‘talk’
“S-so dad, who’s the lunatic trying to get you?” Nadja asked looking back at Isabella giving her a thumbs up as she continued to set the wire
“Oh just some murderer, I sentenced him to life in the Labyrinthe without a possibility and now he’s escaped and coming for me, you know the usual stuff—” Saint Vincenzo said
Nadja looked back down at Isabella who urged her to continue while she hooked the wire to his desk and under his carpets
“Uhm, father” Nadja struggled “d-did you have fun at the party?”
“OH Nadja, sweetheart, one doesn’t have fun at these sorts of parties, they are nothing but a facade one puts for his underlings, to make sure they are satisfied for the moment” Saint Vincenzo replied
“So no?”
“No I hated it”
Isabella got mad at herself, seeing how that would’ve killed it on the transcript, but alas she kept on going as quick as possible
“I didn’t like it either, too stuffy for me” Nadja replied
“No Nadja you’re supposed to like parties, how else would people know who you are if you don’t throw them?” Vincenzo clarified
“Wait so am I supposed to hate them or love them?” Nadja asked
“Love them of course!”
“But you just said you hate them”
“Of course, I despise them with all my being but you have to hold them!”
“Wait I’m confused, why can’t I just talk to people?”
Saint Vincenzo erupted into laughter with tears dripping out his eyes, luckily at that point Isabella had finished hooking the wire onto the table, unluckily she had to clean up her diversion, so she looked back at Nadja and asked her to stall for a few more seconds.
“You don’t just TALK to people Nadja, they’re who you’re trying to get away from, when you’re a public official you should just focus on your job and ONLY your job, whatever people say is secondary of course”
“Right, right I guess?” Nadja mumbled “S-so any plans this weekend?”
“As a matter of fact I do— and it involves you!”
“O-Oh!” Nadja exclaimed “really?”
Isabella hastily started pushing the tea into the tray but it wouldn’t go as fast as she’d like, so she went faster and faster accidentally knocking her head into Saint Vincenzo’s desk
“Isabella!” Vincenzo cried out “WHAT ON EARTH IS TAKING YOU THIS LONG?!”
“S-sorry sir, I’m just doing my best!” Isabella falsely apologized
“Clearly not!” Vincenzo cried out, his harsh demeanor angered Nadja, not wanting to have yet another fight from the both of them this week Isabella quickly scrubbed faster this time.
“As I was saying, I’ll be taking you to the Glass Labyrinthe on the weekend, show you around, show you off, its about time you left the estate” Vincenzo announced, the news coming to Nadja as a shock, rarely does her dad allow her to leave the house, let alone accompany him, and now he’s letting her accompany him to the city’s biggest monument, Nadja was excited but still angry, all while Isabella could only hear one thing,
Saint Vincenzo is taking his young daughter to see a prison of which a dangerous prisoner had escaped from and trying to hunt them down as they were talking
“That’s- that’s great news dad, I was wondering if you would let me leave the estate for something else though” Nadja requested
“Oh?” Saint Vincenzo said “and what might that be?”
“I want to go to the Arcane library this weekend, I just heard they released new books from the isles there and I wanted to read them!”
“Oh dear, why there?” Vincenzo asked
“Why not there?”
“You know I hate that shabby old joint, if I could I would’ve turned it into a worker’s facility so why do you want to go there?”
“B-because it’s a library, and I love libraries” Nadja said, it was as if Isabella could hear her heart shatter over her father’s mean words
“I don’t know— maybe if we end early at the Labyrinthe but I don’t see it happening in the near future”
Isabella couldn’t understand how one person could be so cruel and unforgiving with the most inconsequential statement ever known to man, she knew the saint never spent anytime with his daughter anyways to learn anything about her, but even that felt heartless.
Isabella was done cleaning she picked up the platter, more importantly the wire was placed in a hidden and secure area where no one could reach it, she ushered Nadja to come by her side and said
“Well, that’s all of it, again I am sorry sir” Isabella said as she held out her arm for Nadja to grasp
“This’ll be coming out of your paycheck Hortenz, I hope you learn from this mistake of yours” Vincenzo said
‘I’ll stick a wick up your ass see what mistakes YOU atone to’ Isabella thought
however the words that did come out of her mouth were
“Yes your sainthood have a restful night”
As she and Nadja left the room they both heard noises from the end of the hall of a, the two security guards rushed to the sound as Isabella abandoned her tray and pulled a knife from inside her pant leg which was strapped onto her socks
“You had a knife tapped to your legs this entire time?!” Nadja asked
“No time to explain get behind me!” Isabella said
While she and Nadja inched closer and closer to the sound, upon arriving to the source of the sound a gaggle of guards surrounded what seemed to be the man Isabella had met earlier on, with the whole pale skin and spores growing out of his body description to match, to follow the security guards a few maids and butlers came around including Aria and Svetlana, Aria rushed to embrace Nadja upon seeing her cowering behind Isabella
“NADJA!” She cried “Are you hurt? Did the bad man touch you?!”
“No Aria I’m fine, Isabella protected me” Nadja replied, Aria looked back at Isabella wielding a knife in one hand
“I thought you left early” Aria said
“Oh I came back— no reason just felt like it” Isabella sarcastically remarked
The three ladies turned around to see the man being handcuffed and detained by the guards, his head was split open by Svetlana after she had stumbled onto him walking the hallways aimlessly, as saliva poured down his mouth and his eyes twitched feverishly, Isabella stared at him, realizing he matched the same description that Louis described and the man she saw as she left the estate earlier on
“Svetlana!” Isabella cried running towards her “are you okay did he hurt you?”
“I’m fine, don’t worry about me, I’m a hero!” Svetlana rejoiced
“You’re way too chipper for a woman who came into contact with a murderer” Isabella said
“Honey, I’m surrounded by murderers everyday” Svetlana reminded Isabella, other than acknowledging the sad reality that her and Svetlana were in she simply said
“Well done Lana dear~”
Nadja was led back to her room as all went back to normal over at the estate, as Isabella put Nadja in her bed and followed her through her bedtime routine Nadja stopped in the middle of it, glaring out the window as the officers had came to take the lunatic as they drove him away Nadja let out an audible sigh
“Nad?” Isabella asked “Are you alright?”
“What were you doing in my dad’s room Bella?” Nadja asked
“I promised Aria I wouldn’t involve you in that sort of thing” Isabella said
“Why won’t anyone tell me anything nowadays?” Nadja pondered
“Huh?”
“Aria won’t tell me about my childhood, my father won’t tell me about the city and YOU— You won’t even tell me about the things you were doing, that you were using MY help to do!” Nadja said turning away from the window
“I don’t get to walk outside without a hundred people following me, I don’t get to do things I love without being called weird for it, I don’t get to go to my favorite places and now YOU won’t tell me anything!” Nadja said “I expect this sort of thing from my dad but never you Bella”
Isabella inhaled sharply, she sat next to Nadja on her window sill as she looked into her eyes and told the young girl
“You know, you have done something only a true professional could do” Isabella said
“And that is?”
“Make me break a promise” Isabella leaned in to Nadja’s ears and whispered her entire plan and job to her, Nadja gasped as her body tingled with excitement
“Did you—”
“Yes!”
“And did I help!”
“Yes!”
“So does this mean I’m a Jackal now?”
“Our first honorary member!”
“Oh my goodness I feel so honored I just—” Nadja jumped with excitement she flapped her hands and squealed, she instinctively bear-hugged Isabella once more that night
“Okay okay, calm down kiddo!” Isabella said “remember this doesn’t leave this room— got it?”
“Yes ma’am!”
Isabella left the room after hours of coaxing Nadja to try and sleep when she noticed a certain figure smoking out the window; tall, scrawny with dark hair and pale as a ghost, but she had already put Nadja to sleep so who could it be?
She leaned in closer and made out that it was Aria, she left the estate and came around to the exterior and met up with her older co-worker
“You mind if I join you?” Isabella asked
“No you’ve already gotten into trouble today, wouldn’t want to add to it” Aria replied
“Oh Aria, oh so cautious, oh so hypocritical”
“What do you want Bella?”
“You seem off today— is it something I did?”
“When is it not?”
“Oh come on that’s harsh~”
“I’m sorry Bella, I know you want to make this country better, but unless it disappears into thin air I don’t see that happening anytime soon”
“Why are you so pessimistic?” Isabella asked “we have a chance to fix these things, don’t you want to give it a go?”
“A gave it a ‘go’ some seventeen years ago and all I ended up with was a dead boyfriend and a prison sentence” Aria replied
“I’m sorry to hear that”
“She’s a good kid Bella, all this hope is a dangerous thing for a kid that young”
“I know Aria, I know~”
Isabella tiredly stumbled into her apartment in a groggy and exhausted stupor, she haphazardly took off her jacket and fell onto the ground closing her eyes and trying to nap, only for Louis to talk and instantly wake her up
“Where in god’s name were you it’s been four hours!” Louis complained
“Hello to you too Louis—” Isabella said getting up and going to her bedroom
“I mean seriously where do you get off on terrifying me then lying to me?!” Louis complained
“I’m here now aren’t I?” Isabella said “go to bed for crying out loud”
“How can I when there’s a half-dead man walking around town?!”
“Not anymore” Isabella remarked
“Wait what?” Louis asked
“They caught him, he was a Labyrinthe escapee”
“oh”
Louis had an aura of guilt follow him as it weighed him down, he stared out Isabella’s windows looking in horror, Isabella noticed, she cussed herself out and turned around to ask
“What’s wrong Louis?”
“That was a real man” he said in disbelief “What in god’s name did they do to him?”
“maison de verre des horreurs” he mumbled
“At least you know why you joined the Jackals club now” Isabella remarked as she went over to hug Louis, he clung onto her for dear life as he hid his face into her torso and wept like a crying child
As he wept into Isabella’s shirt she looked out her window overseeing the Glass Labyrinthe in all its infamy, a prison that spanned across the city and reflected the moonlight so graciously for a moment you look at it and forget it’s a prison, but not for Isabella, all she could think of when looking at that thing was
“Die Hölle ist aus Glas und sie starrt mir ins Gesicht”
end.
#short fiction#fiction#short story#psychological thriller#chimera#oc stuff#writeblr#creative writing#writers of tumblr#rate my writing#original characters#original work#gothic horror#german tumblr#french literature#arab writer#writersofinstagram
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sweet tiff! happy one year! i’m so glad we met and so thankful to have such a kind and caring mutual here. you are a ray of sunshine and i couldn’t be happier for you!!
for entertainment: let’s do, cast your mutuals as your favourite characters at the moment!!
haley!!! i adore you so so very much and i'm eternally grateful for you 🥺 i love this cym hehe ok lets go
you as nadja (from what we do in the shadows) (i have been obsessed with this lately)
@pellucid-constellations as steve harrington
@intrepidacious as anakin skywalker
@sweetdreamsbuck as bucky barnes
@fandoms-writings as matt murdock
@foreverindreamlandd as bryce quinlan (from crescent city by sjm)
@sweetascanbee as robin buckley
join my one year sleepover!!
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don’t steal adrien’s phone - a fanfiction by miraculous_carnation
hi yall! this amazing piece of art isnt unfortunately done by me- it’s by the ultra charming miraculous_carnation on ao3, so be sure to check her out! i’ve gotten her permission to post this here, so dont worry! enjoy the show!
Lila Rossi posed for the camera, putting on a flirty face, Adrien sitting next to her. They were at the Palace of Versailles, the place for their photoshoot. Lila hugged Adrien in a way that made him uncomfortable, running her hands across his back. The photographer, noticing Adrien’s discomfort, asked them to take a 5 minutes break.
Lila walked to where Adrien was sitting. “So, Adrien! The photos are going to look awesome, right? I mean, we look so in love!”
Adrien’s eyes opened wide when he heard her voice. “Um, Lila? I know I’ve said this a lot, but can you please stop touching me? It makes me uncomfortable, and I already have a girlfriend,” Adrien tried to explain.
Lila narrowed her eyes at his last statement. Ugh, that Maritrash. What did Adrien see in her?
“Oh of course, Adrien! I’d never want to do something that would make you feel uncomfortable,” she whispered, leaning towards his mouth. Adrien grew stiff. Luckily, the photographer called for them just in time. Lila rolled her eyes, but then put on a fake smile.
“Oh well, anyways, we better go back, Adrien! We have to finish the shoot!”
Adrien hated photoshoots with Lila. They were the worst. Luckily, it was only for another 30 minutes, because after that, he had an interview with Nadja Chamack on Face to Face.
Lila hid behind a bush, watching Adrien get up and head toward the photoshoot. Perfect. She ran over to the table and picked up his phone.
“Well, Adrien, let’s see who you really love,” she smirked.
“Welcome back to, Face to Face! This is your host, Nadja Chamack, live in Paris!” Nadja Chamack enthusiastically said while the audience clapped. “Today, we have a very important guest. He’s a model, born here in Paris, ladies and gentlemen, give it up for the son of world famous designer Gabriel Agreste, Adrien Agreste!”
2 seconds later, Adrien walked onto the stage, wearing a suit, created specially by his father, strutting in the way his father taught him when he was little. ‘Flash a flirty smile to the audience, then greet Nadja Chamack professionally’, his father’s words repeated in his mind. His father cared about his appearance and reputation, after all…
“Hello there, Nadja! How are you doing today?” Adrien politely asked. He wished he could be somewhere else,particularly running around as CHat Noir, maybe playing a game of tag with Ladybug…
“Oh, well I’m doing wonderful!” Nadja responded, snapping Adrien out of his daze. “Anyways, I’ve got a bunch of questions for you! First one, are you dating Lila Rossi, a fellow model from your father’s company? Are the rumors true?”
Adrien sighed. There were so many rumors about that going around, many of them created by Lila. She already convinced the class that they were dating, when he actually was dating Marinette.
“Sorry, Nadja, but that is incorrect. I am not dating Lila Rossi, but I am dating Marinette Dupain-Cheng, of who you may know.”
Nadja smiled at the name of her friend’s daughter. “Yes, I know Marinette, I commissioned her to create a dress for Manon for my sister’s wedding, and it came out beautiful! Everyone in the audience, go check out Marinette’s website!”
Lila Rossi was watching the Face to Face interview, fuming. She didn’t know he had an interview! How dare Adrien say that! She’d ruin his relationship with Marinette! She tapped into his phone, already knowing his password, courtesy of his father. Gabriel Agreste gave her access to all of his son’s social media accounts for safety reasons. She logged onto his Instagram account and made a new post, adding the photo of Lila kissing him on the cheek.
“So grateful for my girlfriend @lilarossi! Love you!”
She smirked. No way he was getting out of this one.
Nadja Chamack was confused. Apparently, a new post from Adrien on Instagram was posted just now, but how was it possible? Adrien was talking to her the whole time!
She coughed. “Adrien, it seems that there has been a new post on your Instagram,” Adrien looked shocked, “can we have the post on the screen?”
Adrien’s eyes grew wide as he saw the post. “Nadja, I didn’t post that! I couldn’t-”
“I know you didn’t, Adrien. You’ve been talking to me the whole time right now!”, Adrien let out a sigh of relief, “Is it possible your social media team did it?”
Adrien shook his head. “No, they don’t put out posts like that. They only put out posts that promote the brand!”
“So if it wasn’t your social media team, who was it?” Nadja said in confusion. There were several murmurs in the audience as well.
Adrien narrowed his eyes. “Well, I have a hunch. What is the post about?”
Nadja caught on with his thinking. “Oh, so you believe Lila Rossi posted this? How would she have gotten your phone?”
Adrien thought about what happened before the interview. “Well, you see, before coming here, I had a photoshoot with Lila. She probably took my phone then.”
Gabriel Agreste was watching from the safety of his home. Lila Rossi had not thought about this beforehand! She was going to ruin his plan and his brand! How dare she!
Nathalie walked in. “Sir, would you like me to delete the post and disable Adrien’s social media accounts?”
“Yes, Nathalie. Have Adrien’s social media team clean up the mess.” Gabriel sighed. The only good thing that came out of this was that he figured out his son was dating Marinette Dupain-Cheng. It was a good choice, as Marinette was exceptional.
Lila’s eyes grew wide at the revelation. She posted about herself on Adrien’s account when he was in an interview! It made her the prime suspect! Hopefully Mr. Agreste’s social media team could take the blame.
She dialed Mr. Agreste’s number. “Hello, is Mr. Agreste there?”
She was greeted with the monotone voice of Nathalie. “Excuse me, Miss Rossi, but Mr. Agreste has decided to terminate your contract on behalf of Gabriel. You will never model in his brand again. Goodbye.”
Lila gasped. How dare that dumb assistant! She was Lila Rossi! How dare Gabriel Agreste do that to her! She would ruin him!
“On top of recent events, Lila Rossi has lied about many things. She even got Marinette expelled once!” Adrien explained to Nadja, excited that he found a way to expose Lila.
Marinette was watching all of this from the comfort from her room, her mouth wide open. Well, she wasn’t super surprised, Lila would do something like this, but Adrien called her his girlfriend! Sure, they were dating, but she didn’t think he would announce it publicly!
Girl, are you watching Face to Face? Can you believe Lila lied?
Hold up, you’re dating Adrien? Why didn’t you tell me?
Girl, I can’t believe you didn’t tell me. I thought we were BFFs!
Marinette snorted at the latter. BFFs? Yeah, right. Alya literally announced to the class two weeks ago that their friendship was over and that her new best friend would be Lila. Go figure!
“Wow. As you can see, ladies and gentlemen, startling revelations about the newest Gabriel model has come through! Hold on, we have a new post from the official Gabriel Twitter account! Can we please have this on the screen?” Nadja exclaimed.
Adrien read the post, not surprised. Of course his father would try to save face. It wasn’t new. He was just happy he wouldn’t have to model with Lila anymore.
The audience and Nadja gasped when they read the post. “Wow! It looks like the Gabriel brand has officially terminated Lila Rossi’s contract!” Nadja had to act surprised because this was predictable from the fashion designer. Typical Gabriel.
“Well, folks! There was a lot of drama today, but that concludes today’s interview! I hope you come again for another episode of, Face to Face!” Nadja concluded.
Bonus Scene:
“Well, Adrien, you made a good choice with Marinette. She could take over the designing area of the company while you take over the business side. When will you marry her?”
“FATHER!”
“Well, kid, he’s not wrong. Pigtails makes pretty good bread. And oh how good it tastes with camembert! Oh my sweet gooiness!”
“Shut up, Plagg.”
#fuck off lila#yessir plagg#go nadja hehe#miraculous_carnation#lila salt#lila exposed#alya salt#kind of#ao3#ao3 shoutout#gabriel is trying yall#but hes still fucked#lila is a dummy#more of a dummy than me#and im a real dummy yall
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hiiiiieeee asking a couple of my mutuals who watch wwdits who do you think is each characters fav queens?? :-) I’m v curious hehe I just finished s3 and I’m officially obsessed <33 smooch
Ahahahahaah welcome into the fold of insanity that is the venerable What We Do In the Shadows!!!! Im ecstatic that more people are finally getting in on one of my fave shows.
Okay so, honestly this is a very hard question. I don’t know if any of them would have like one particular favourite queen?? I don’t know I thought about it and tried my best lmao
Colin obviously would only watch the Snatch Game and stand up/roast episodes, yet somehow has an encyclopedic knowledge of the entire franchise.
Nadja goes for the most capable ones. She’s like here for like Shea? Manila? Alaska? The obvious powerhouses. She likes to watch them crush the competition. She also LOVES Roxxxy, but like from Roxxxy in season five? She admires the psychological torture she pulled on Jinkx. Very #Girlboss
So Nandor would probably go for the comedy queens, I’m thinking? Because Nandor thinks he has Comedy Queen energy (bless him--he does not because he cannot think quick enough on his feet) But also Nandor’s actual favourite queen is Jackie Cox. Like, obviously, because #IranianRep
Guillermo watches Drag Race as stress relief. He’s not here for the fighting and the drama—that’s his daily shit. He’s way more here for the queens that keep their nose to the grindstone and succeed while trying to avoid the drama, like the Delas or the Alyssas or the Jaidas or the Nina Wests. He also has to explain like all the references to the vampires because they don’t understand the puns.
Laszlo, though? Oh bitch. Okay so Laszlo watches Drag Race and every queen he sees is just “Now she is a beauty—she reminds me of this nice ladyboy I slept with back in 1978….” To which Guillermo, long suffering, is like “Laszlo we talked about this, you can’t use that term anymore…” and then Laszlo starts like talking louder over him like “Now, you see here, if those ladyboys called themselves ladyboys then that’s what they wanted to be referred to as—“ and it just turns into a yelling argument? And now Nadja is involved because Laszlo swore he didn’t sleep with Patrice but now it’s come out that he did, and throughout all of that Nandor is like “Guillermo! Why did you have to say anything? Now we cannot even hear the judge’s critiques!”
#answered#someone-differentt#petrovna#this was fun even tho it caused both charlotte and i to spiral not knowing where to even start ahahahah
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Vérité / Truth translation
First scene in Marinette’s room
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Marinette : So, all Kwamis live inside?
Tikki : Yes, except for Nooroo and Duusu who are taken prisoners by the bad guys.
Marinette : Master Fu never let them out?
Tikki : Only Kwamis who have an Holder like me can go out in the human world, Marinette.
Marinette : But aren't they cramped in there?
Tikki: Oh no, of course not. There is a whole parallel universe inside. But it is way more interesting to be here with you. The human world is so much more inventive!
Kwamis : Yeah! Woo-hoo!
Marinette : I thought they couldn't get out?
Tikki : Now that you are the Guardian, the Miracle Box is at your image -- full of surprises! It's incredible!
Mullo (snatching Tikki's hat) : Thanks Tikki!
Tikki : Hey! Marinette made it for me!
Marinette : Hey! That's my diary!
Daizzi : Day! Night! Day! Night! Day! Night!
Ziggy : Woah! This makes music!
Marinette : Careful with my phone!
Kaalki : Incredible! Take a look at this. The carriages move by themselves here. There is not a single horse to pull them.
Kid : Mom, look!
Marinette : Huh... It's the prototype of a talkative plushie but it's not for sell!
Nadja : The city of Paris is about to celebrate the famous Prince Ali's birthday--
Alya : Marinette?
Marinette : Oh, Alya! What do you think of my plushie? Cute, isn't it?
Alya : What plushie?
Marinette : Well, huh...
Tikki : Marinette, we are magical creatures. We cannot be heard or seen on screens of your world.
Ziggy : Oh! So that's why we don't see me on this magical painting.
Marinette (through her teeth) : Okay... so they only see me and I look completely ridiculous, is that it?
Alya : Marinette, are you sure everything is all right?
Marinette : Hi girls! I am so happy to see you. It's the perfect moment to have a conversation.
Rose : Say, can you show us your new plushie?
Marinette : I don't see what you are talking about. Woah! Ouch!
Alya : Are you feeling okay, Marinette?
Roarr : Why are your friends trapped inside this image?
Daizzi : They are so cute! I want the one in the front as my Holder.
Trixx : Too late, already taken.
Mullo : Why is Trixx allowed to have an Holder but not us?
Alya : Marinette, you are even weirder than usual.
Marinette : Hehe... I'm just doing exercices. I've created a series of exercices... It's a super difficult series for... warming up before working on the plushies!
Mylène : You should take a breather instead. You look overworked.
Alya : Hold on a sec. Disorganized gesticulations, ridiculous ramblings, weird excuses, doubly exaggerated clumsiness...
All the girls : *gasp* Is Adrien at your place?!
Marinette : What? Of course not!
(Phone rings, Ziggy drops it and Marinette catches it)
Marinette : Luka?
(Marinette trips and accidently hangs up her video chat)
All the girls : Luka!
Juleka : *speaks* (translator note : her dialog is completely unintelligible for the audience)
Alya, Rose, Mylène : Oh! That is so cute!
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Translation of the first 2min of Truth
Tfou released the first two minutes of “Truth” today, and I only just got around to translate it so here you go ! (https://www.tf1.fr/tf1/miraculous/videos/miraculous-les-aventures-de-ladybug-et-chat-noir-verite-premieres-minutes-74623394.html)
Once again undercut for those who want to avoid spoilers !
Marinette : and so all the Kwamis live inside ?
Tikki : Yes, except for Nooroo and Duusuu who are restraint as prisoners by the bad guys!
M : Master Fu was never letting them go out ?
T : only the Kwamis who have a bearer like me can go out in the human world, Marinette !
M : But… Aren’t they a bit too compressed inside here ?
T : Oh, no ! There’s a whole parallel universe inside, but it’s way more interesting to be here with you, the human’s world is so much more inventive !
[Marinette presses the button and all the kwamis get out]
M : I thought they couldn’t get out !
T : Now that you’re the guardian, the miracle box is at your image, full of surprises ! It really is incredible !
Mullo : Thank you, Tikki !
T : Heeeyyy Marinette did it for me!!
M : Hey!! It’s my diary !
The pig kwami: Day, night, day, night, day, night !
The cow kwami holding the Luka phone : Oooh it’s making music [..??]
M : Careful my phone !
Kaalki : Iiiiincredible, come quickly see that ! The carts are moving on their own, here ! There isn’t a single horse to pull them—
That kid down the street : Mum, look !
M : Hhahahaah it’s a prototype of speaking plushie, but he’s not to sell !
Nadja : The city of Paris is getting ready to celebrate the birthday of the famous Prince Ali and—
Alya : Marinette ?
M : Ooooh Alyaaa, hehe, what do you think of my plushie ? Cute, isn’t it ?
A : What plushie ?
M : Well, errr..
T : Marinette, we’re magical creatures, we can’t be seen nor heard on the screen of your world!
Cow kwami: Awww that’s why we don’t see me on this magical painting !
M : Okay, so they see only me and I look completely ridiculous, that’s right ?
A : Marinette.. Are you sure everything’s alright ?
M : Ooooh it’s you giiiirls I’m sooo happy to see you, it’s the perfect moment to have a conversation !
Rose : Say, can you show us your new plushies ?
M : Eeeerrr I don’t see what you’re talking about—uuuh oouuchh
A : Are you feeling alright Marinette ?
Tiger Kwami : Why are your friends prisoners from that image ?
Pig kwami : They are so cuuuuute, I want the one on the front as my bearer!
Trixx: Too late ! Already taken !
Mullo : Why is Trixx allowed to have a bearer and not us ?
A : But you’re even weirder than usual…
M : Heheh, it’s just that I’m doing exercises! I invented a series of exercises, eeerrr it’s a series super difficult, to errr…warm up before making plushies !
Mylène : Go on a stroll instead, you look overworked !
A : Wait a minute, disordered gesticulation, ridiculous babble, weird excuse, doubly exaggerated clumsiness…
All the girls, gasping: Is Adrien at your place?!
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Puyo Puyo PC-98 Manual Translation
Once upon a time, in the age when the power of magic was bestowed upon the world, a powerful sorcerer created a great spell named "Owanimo." One of the strongest spells of all, it could banish monsters to a space between dimensions, but he sealed it away, recording it only in his "Book of Magic."
Not because it was forbidden knowledge or incredibly hard to use, but because to him, it seemed useless. And thus, the spell entered a dormant state, awaiting a day when a new sorcerer would come forth...
Years came and went until finally, the seal came undone with the appearance of a great sorceress: Arle Nadja. One day, this auburn-haired girl with golden eyes came across the Book of Magic.
"Owanimo...?" Arle studied the chapter on forbidden spells for what seemed like hours. "When four monsters of the same color are in your sights, chant this spell loudly. The Goddess of Time shall listen, and whisk the monsters away to a space between dimensions."
Arle continued to read, learning the Owanimo spell, but then closed it with a heavy sigh once she finished.
Why set it aside like that? Well, Arle had never seen "four monsters of the same color" as the spellbook described.
"I spent so much time reading, and it's not even a spell I can use for anything..."
But just as fate brought the Book of Magic into Arle's hands by chance, so it brought from the world of darkness the very monsters she had read about.
And thus, a great battle awaits. With her great magic abilities, and the newfound power of "Owanimo," Arle Nadja sets out to protect the world.
CHARACTERS A・C・P
Arle Nadja
The protagonist of the game and the (aspiring) sorceress who released the spell "Owanimo". Nobody knows how she ended up this way, but despite looking like she wouldn't hurt a fly, she's actually a merciless girl that slaughters innocent Puyo. She currently attends a magic school, but she's already too scary for anything to stand in her way. That's my opinion, anyway.
Carbuncle
During the game, when you find your eyes moving towards the center of the screen... Awww~! He's sleeping!!! This is Carbuncle. When he's lying still, he almost looks like a loaf of bread, but as he sings and dances he shows off a wide range of movement and facial expressions. A truly profound deuteragonist.
Puyo Puyo
Despite their fate as short-lived, jelly-like monsters who are stacked and popped, they have managed to secure a leading role this time around, and even get to dance on the title screen. They're sure to enjoy this special opportunity to perform on a grand stage in five different colors. Looking at them with an empty stomach will reveal their appetizing nature and make you hungry. Hehe.
Arle, the protagonist, is brimming with curiosity.
PRACTICE STAGE ENEMY MONSTERS
Skeleton T
While he appears as the epitome of a tea-loving Japanese man, he is a fine monster as well. He will be the first opponent you face during your trials. But you'll find that in a rather endearing way, he's a miserable fool who doesn't even know how to rotate his Puyo. Boohoo. Sipping bitter green tea during battle will instantly make you one of his tea-drinking buddies.
Nasu Grave
An eggplant. Specifically, a Kamo eggplant. On top of that, he makes for a rather strange presence. Just what the heck is this thing? Despite appearances, his defensive power is high, so novices might find themselves struggling a bit. You'll have no choice but to keep at it and apply a steady technique. But in the end, your opponent is still just an eggplant. A regular talking eggplant. …Heh.
Mummy
Even though it's called Mummy, it isn't a mommy. It's a mummy. What? You already knew that? Oh, deary me, I'll wrap it up then. (←One-man comedy routine.) Mummy is an opponent that makes you want to bully it because the crying face it makes when it's about to lose is just too cute. Sorry, Mummy.
The Goddess of Time whisking the monsters away.
BATTLE STAGES 1-6
Draco Centauros
As you might expect from someone who shouts "Rawr", this half-dragon being takes pride in those sharp horns. Appearing as the first obstacle of your quest, this opponent has top tier judgment and piece precision but takes forever to think things through. Because of that, she's a pitiful lass who is only ranked as a third-rate monster girl... You heard me right! Draco is a girl. I'm sure someone around you thought she was a boy...
Suketoudara
A pollock who has an aura of coming from some far-off sea. However, he seems to have the character of an Edokko. He's an athletic-type who tends to err on the side of caution. However, he's also arrogant. When he wins, he makes a face that screams "You're no match for me!", which is truly aggravating. Many say they especially don't want to lose to him.
(TL Note: Literally meaning “Child of Edo”, Edokko is refers to a person born and raised in Edo (renamed Tokyo in 1868). It implies personality traits such as being assertive, straightforward, cheerful, perhaps a bit mercantile.)
Sukiyapodes
Let's just get this out of the way; he has a giant foot. It measures about 16 mon. Even though he has a complex about it, he directs that frustration into bettering himself. Well, we're not sure if that last part's true, but he always has a cheerful expression on his face as he slowly and steadily builds precise chains. He's a bit of an unpleasant guy.
(TL Note: mon is a unit of length for measuring the size of one's foot. 1 mon is equivalent to 2.4 cm. His foot is 38.4 cm, or 15.12 in.)
Harpy
Now then, it is time for Miss Harpy's song. She loves singing more than she loves having three meals a day. She could sing for ages if no one stopped her. If there was something like a "Puyo Puyo World Karaoke Tournament", she'd win for sure. But unfortunately, this is only Puyo Puyo.
Sasori Man
“How d'ya do, partner? I’m a famous Naniwa salesman known 'round these parts as Sasori Man. Put 'er there! Huh? Yer askin' for my secret to success? I ain't spillin' the beans no matter how much ya beg. That's somethin' to look forward to when we do battle. Till then, happy trails.”
Panotty
A flute-playing boy. But honestly, he's nothing more than a noisy, mischievous brat. He disrupts his opponent's chains by dropping large amounts of Nuisance Puyo on them. Everyone has fallen victim to his antics at least once. What a truly ruthless Puyo technique. For when his last flute sounds, the dead shall be raised. Just kidding.
BATTLE STAGES 7-12
Zombie
A zombie. All of his lines are stuff like "Ugheeee." This zombie is quite the formidable trickster. Sometimes he will be swiftly defeated, and other times he will take you by surprise and suddenly pull off a huge chain. If you don't take him seriously, you'll find yourself in a tough spot. Battle with caution.
Witch
In the forest stands a grand mansion. Living there was a very ordinary family whose lineage can be traced back hundreds of years. The family's only daughter was born and was raised in a very ordinary fashion. But there was one thing that was not so ordinary...That young lady was a haughty witch. Ohohoho! Ohohohoho... *fadeout*
Zou Daimaou
Pawoo! The mammoth mogul has arrived! A young aristocrat who comes from an ancient and distinguished line of royal Indian elephants. An irritating fellow who likes bad puns, gives his words an elephantine quality, and casually rhymes. He also enjoys Puyo Puyo. Plus, he's strong. An aphant-garde aristocrat whose ground-shaking chains are as sharp as his tusks.
Schezo
A silver-haired man with deep blue eyes. Schezo, the embodiment of picturesque beauty. However, he's been deemed a pervert thanks to Arle, and strives to restore his honor by challenging her.
B-E-A-U-T-Y!
Perfection won't pass you by!
P-R-I-N-C-E!
Of the Puyo Puyo World, it's meant to be!
Go now! Go forth! Show us what you're really worth!
...Well, this has turned into something rather silly..
Minotauros
Risking life and limb for his duties, a bull who lives by the code of chivalry, leaving a flurry of cherry blossoms in his wake. That is Minotauros. Ever since Rulue rescued him long ago, he has served as her devoted attendant like a faithful dog. Seeing him like this brings some to tears. For Rulue, he'd go through hell and high water. He's giving it his all today, and his one-eyed look is as cool as ever.
Rulue
A woman truly worthy of the title of "Fighting Queen". The queen of the Puyo Puyo world. There's nothing that she can't obtain... Oh wait, there is something — Satan's love. Possessing a very jealous nature, Rulue is always lying in wait, ready to obliterate anyone who gets close to Satan. It's rumored that her true strength is even greater than Satan's.
BATTLE STAGE 13
Satan
He is the king that rules over heaven and earth. He soars the skies with wings that slice through wind. His two horns point towards the heavens. His sharp eyes are like glistening gems. Cloaked in the veil of night, his devilish hand beckons you in. He is darkness’s cherished protege. It seems playing Puyo Puyo is a guilty pleasure of his. His true strength is unknown. It's said he's won the Puyo Puyo World Championship a countless number of times. In any case, he's obviously a bigshot. Can you truly defeat Satan, who boasts of elite skills in speed and chaining?
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Silver Siren
Happy New Year!!! This is not a New Years story, but it is a story that I am using New Years as an excuse to post it. LOL
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Luka Couffaine was often described as the most relaxed and chill guy that anyone could ever meet. Often seen with his guitar on hand, playing what he would call a person's heart song. He was also described as a protective older brother to his sister, Juleka. Especially when it came to her friends.
The only ones that Luka really knew were Rose, Ivan, and Mylene as they were the ones that came over the most often. This was the first time that the entire class was on the Liberty. And if Luka was being honest with himself, he was most intrigued by Marinette, Lyon, and Adrien.
While he had not met Adrien personally yet, the things he had heard from the class made him curious about the model. Marinette also seemed really sweet and the type of person that could brighten a room just by walking into it. And Lyon seemed similar to himself, calm and easily just as observant.
Lyon and his sister had seemed almost like him and Juleka. They liked to be off to the side and observe. They also spoke of animals and plants like they spoke of music, that it relates to everything and everyone. Luka was amazed by their heart songs. So full of life, harmony, and with a slight sense of mysteriousness.
But most of Luka's cool, calm, and collected personality was thrown out the window when his mother got akumatized into Captain Hardrock.
"A treasure in return for freedom," Anarka says. "Ho, ho, ho then I shall be your pirate Hawkmoth."
Black and purple smoke covers the ship.
"Oh no," Luka hears Marinette gasp.
Captain Hardrock rose up. Captain Hardrock has long red hair that is spiked upwards and golden eyes. The upper half of her face is covered with a black mark edged with dark red and she wears a black bandana with a white spiky-haired skull on the front, along with gold circular earrings.
She wears a bodysuit that is red from the collar to the chest and black from the chest, the color separation looking like flames. Her suit includes three yellow buttons vertically on her lower body, three golden spikes horizontally over each knee, and a golden patch above each hip. She has two black belts, one going around the body diagonally and the other wrapped around the waist, that have golden buckles. Over her suit, she wears a black captain jacket with golden inner lining, golden spikes on the shoulders, golden edges, and golden buckles on the sides. Black fingerless gloves with golden edges around the upper holes cover her arms up to her elbows. Her knee-high boots that end below the knees are black and red in a flame-like pattern with black soles, golden heels, black inner lining, and black stripes with golden spikes above the ankles.
"Raise the mainsail, me deck hands let's get swashbuckling around here," his akumatized mom orders.
"Mom," Juleka asks, shocked and scared.
"What's going on," Luka asked, concerned.
"Your mom has weighed anchor, me lad," the akuma says. "I'm Captain Hardrock and today Paris's timbers are about to be shivered by my cannons."
The captain looks through a telescope. Luka took that second to make a quick headcount. He realized that the Greek twins were not on board the Liberty anymore. Remembering that the two were close to the gangplank when all this started, he figured that they had most likely had gone and went to get help.
"Westward ho, Liberty next stop," she orders. "Jagged Stone at the Eiffel Tower. Soon, there will only be one concert in Paris only one Music Festival. We will destroy all the others. Now, get to your instruments and rock those decibels!"
"Mom please, you can't ruin the Music Festival," Luka calmly pleaded.
"You can't force people to listen to your music," Marinette tells the villain.
"No way we're playing like this," Ivan yells.
"Mutiny," Captain Hardrock sounded offended. "On my ship! Liberty, seize these scallywags and throw them down into the hold!"
Chains shot out from different places on the ship. But before any of the teens could react, arrows started flying over their heads and hit the chains. Every chain that an arrow hit instantly froze into ice. Then the next thing that they knew, another weapon flew past them and shattered all the ice chains.
Floating near the ship, above the water, was Beautifly with her shield-sized razor blade flower. And looking over, back on land, was White Wolf. His bow was still at the ready. Luka was amazed that the two got there so quickly and figured that it was because of Lyon and Vallia. He had seen the two newest heroes of Paris on the news and the Ladyblog, but this was the first time in person.
"If I was Cat Noir, I would probably make a very bad ice pun right about now," Wolf smirked. "But I'll stick to freezing things with my arrows."
"And I am happy you are," Beautifly giggles. "I mean, Cat is a great hero and all, but I am very close to slapping him over those cat puns."
"Creatures of the land and air are not welcome on my ship," Captain Hardrock shouts, pointing her sword at the butterfly girl.
"Do I look like I'm on your ship," Beautifly floated around. "If you haven't noticed, I'm not even touching the ground let alone your ship."
"Lock this fly in the brig, Liberty," Captain Hardrock ordered.
Chains, once again, shot out from different parts of the ship. They headed right for the butterfly hero. But unlike Ladybug, Cat Noir, and even her own partner White Wolf, Beautifly is able to fly. But that is obvious at this point. It did give her an advantage over most akumas. The way that she was currently flying around to avoid the chains was one very good example of these advantages.
"I'm a butterfly, thank you very much," Beautifly put her hands on her hips.
She made a quick dive back toward the water, flying barely a foot above it. The chains would hit the water instead as she gracefully dodged them. But she soon made a quick shot upwards as she got close to where her partner had been standing. That allowed him to fire a volley of arrows at the chains following her. Each one of them was soon frozen into ice. She quickly shattered them with her razor flower.
"Nice try, Jackie Sparrow," Wolf smirked.
Beautifly facepalmed. "What you lack in puns, you sure make up for in pop culture references."
"What can I say," Wolf shrugged. "I love American movies."
The kids still onboard the Liberty, meanwhile, seemed to finally get out of shock over the heroes showing up so quickly.
"We need to get off this ship," Alya quickly says.
"How," Ivan asked. "Do you want us to jump into the seine?"
"Would you rather be chained up on this ship," Alya countered.
"All ashore that's going to shore," Ivan headed right for the edge of the boat.
"Never thought I'd have to walk the plank of my own house," Juleka says, surprisingly still as calm as she was during the Horrificator incident.
"Why is everyone in the Couffaine family so shockingly calm," Marinette whispered to Alya.
"Your guess is as good as mine, girl," Alya whispered back. "But they can't all be that calm. Captain Crazy, over there, is one example."
"I am suddenly very grateful for my normal mother," Marinette says. "Yet, I am also intrigued by everyday life in the Couffaine household."
"I hope my crew isn't planning on jumping ship," they were caught in the act by the akuma.
"Shoot," Nino swore.
With a slash of her sword in the air, Captain Hardrock sent another round of chains toward them. Only this time, White Wolf was not fast enough with his bow. He tried, but people need to remember that nobody's perfect. The group of teenagers was soon all grabbed by the chains and pulled below deck.
"Oh, Hades," Beautifly swore. "Now we're going to need a rescue mission. Where are that cat and bug?"
"Don't ask me," Wolf said, freezing another chain.
Meanwhile, Adrien had been in his room. He was watching the news broadcast about the music festival. His father had not allowed him to go to the Liberty and play the keyboard for Kitty Section. He was pretty salty about that. (AN: An ocean pun inspired by Captain Hardrock. hehe.)
"Breaking News," Nadja Chamack interrupted the fun stuff.
"Huh," Adrien knew what this most likely meant.
"Another akuma attack is in progress along the seine," Nadja reported. "This akuma's goal seems to be to take over the music festival with its rock music by taking out all the other musical acts in the city."
"Some people just don't appreciate good music when they hear it," Plagg says, munching on some of his cheese.
"Plagg, claws out," Adrien did not have time for his sarcasm since he knew his friends were at the same river.
His friends may not currently be in much danger, but they were being held prisoner.
While the room wasn't really a brig, but the teens were still trapped in it. Ivan and Mylene were chained together, as were Nino and Alya. Rose and Juleka were both alone in their chains while Luka and Marinette were also chained together.
"You don't seem very worried, Marinette," Luka noticed.
"I am, but this isn't really my first time being held captive by an akuma," Marinette says. "Even if the Evillustrator considered that situation a date."
"Alright," Luka accepted that.
"Alya, remind to apologize to Nathaniel later for bringing that up," Marinette said.
"Girl, I am pretty sure that he wouldn't mind," Alya says. "Nath is almost as forgiving as you. And that says something considering that you could forgive anyone for anything."
"Not anything," Marinette protested. "If anyone insults my parent's bakery, I'll open up a can of butt-kick of fighting techniques that my mother taught me."
The way that she said that so sweetly was enough to send shivers down most of their spines.
Marinette then looked down. She saw Tikki waving at her, having come out of her purse to silently aid her. The kwami phased into the lock on her and Luka's chain, taking a little bit before the lock opened with a quiet SNAP.
"Wow, how'd you do that," Luka asked her.
"Uhh, I, Uhm..." Marinette had to think fast. "With this."
She holds up a guitar pick.
"You're amazing," Luka praised her. "A real magician, Marinette."
"You think so," Marinette asks, going all nervous like how she does around Adrien. "Oh, it was nothing, uh, amazing, really?"
"Excuse me, but some of us are still chained up here you know," Alya says, rolling her eyes.
Before either of the freed teens could do anything, they heard Captain Hardrock walk downstairs and laughing.
"Marinette, she's coming," Nino warned them.
"We'll come back, I promise," Marinette says as she and Luka leave the room quickly.
The two ended up locking themselves in Luka's own bedroom. They had to work quickly as Captain Hardrock soon broke in.
"Run, Marinette quick," Luka yelled out the window.
"Seize him," Captain Hardrock some more chains to catch her son.
It all happened faster than Luka could blink. Chains shot through the open door in order to trap him again. But at the same time, a trio of arrows flew through the open window/porthole and froze all of the incoming chains.
Luka turned around and saw that White Wolf was hanging from an icy-looking rope outside the window.
"My outfit is bright white, how do people miss me," he joked.
"Uh..." Luka had no idea how to respond to that.
"Whatever," Wolf shrugged. "Move that fine-looking butt, handsome, you're getting off this Black Pearl wannabe."
Luka blushed, even if he hid it very well. He didn't have much time to really try and think of anything as his mother was currently breaking through the frozen chains on her way to capture him again.
Taking White Wolf's hand, he was just barely able to get through the porthole.
"Time to leave," Beautifly tells them, seen fighting more chains with the newly arrived Cat Noir.
Luka had to immediately tighten his grip around White Wolf's waist as the icy hero fired another ice rope arrow. The two swung away on the rope, landing on the shore of the seine.
"My sister and friends are still in there," Luka immediately tells him.
"I know," Wolf says. "We will try to get as many of them off of the boat as possible. But we might need to also rely on Ladybug's Miraculous Cure if we can not."
"I understand," Luka said.
"Stay safe, Mr.Couffaine," Wolf tells him, running back into the battle.
Luka couldn't help but get lost as he caught a glimpse of the hero's beautiful eyes.
"Flirt later, Wolf," Beautifly calls.
"Yeah, that's my job," Cat Noir jokes. "OW!"
Beautifly had hit him on the back of the head.
"Sorry, I'm late," Ladybug apologizes, swinging into the fray.
"All heroes are allowed to be late every once in a while," Beautifly stated, blocking a chain with her razor flower. "May I remind you of Cat Noir's late arrival to the fight with Riposte."
"He also told me you were quite late during an akuma attack by someone called the Evilistrator," Wolf said. "That name, by the way, is horrid."
Captain Hardrock, unfortunately, then made her reappearance on deck. She was already angry over her son escaping the Liberty and seeing the four heroes together did not help her mood. She raised her sword.
"Capture those pests, Liberty," she ordered.
The heroes started flipping, jumping, and flying in Beautifly's case to avoid the flying chains. White Wolf aimed another of his arrows at the chain, but Captain Hardrock was having it this time.
"Liberty, fire," she ordered her ship.
One of the cannons aimed at the icy teen. But instead of a cannonball coming out, the cannon fired a soundwave of rock music. It was almost like the soundwave effect that Black Canary causes with her canary cry. It washed over the Greek hero.
White Wolf covered his wolf ears on the top of his head, yelling in pain. The sound was loud and horrible, actually causing pain with his enhanced wolf hearing. When Captain Hardrock sent more of her chains his way, Ladybug quickly threw her yo-yo around his waist and pulled him away from them and the sound blast.
"Leave it to me to face an akuma with sound powers when I have enhanced hearing," he shook his head like he had swimmer's ear.
"Just be happy that you and Beautifly weren't here when we were fighting Guitar Villain," Ladybug said.
"There was seriously a villain with that as a name," Wolf raised an eyebrow. "Does Hawkmoth have no creativity at all?"
"That remains to be seen," Cat Noir comments. "His villain names range from weird, to good, to not very original at all."
"Jagged Stone ahead, Liberty fire," Captain Hardrock ordered.
The ship fired its sound cannons again, only this time entire speakers were shot out. The speakers landed and attached themselves all around Jagged Stone's music area at the Itfil Tower. The music was so loud that it caused cracks to spider all around where the speakers landed.
"Where's a pair of earplugs when you need them," Beautifly remarked.
"Are you the one with sensitive ears, I don't think so," Wolf commented. "My ears are still ringing from that earlier blast."
"What do you think her akumatized object is," Beautifly asked.
"It has to be something on the ship, otherwise she wouldn't be able to control it the way she does," Ladybug theorizes.
"I could Cataclysm the entire ship," Cat Noir offered, raising the hand that he uses to destroy things.
"No," Ladybug instantly shut that idea down.
"There are hostages on the ship, Cat," Wolf informs the hero. "If you sink the ship, they might drown."
"Myself and White Wolf only managed to get one of them off the ship before you two showed up," Beautifly says. "The rest of them are still trapped somewhere on there."
"I think he is Anarka Couffaine's son Luka," Wolf said. "He might know why was hit by the akuma. I'll ask him."
"Fire at XY," Captain Hardrock commanded, the Liberty shooting more of its speakers at the Justin Beiber wannabe.
"Well, do it fast," Ladybug told him, then swung away toward the ship.
"She knows that we're not her sidekicks and she doesn't have to order us around like that, right," Wolf crossed his arms.
"We can tell her off later, let's go, Cat," Beautifly ordered, flying toward the ship.
"We are around some seriously bossy ladies," Cat Noir commented, before using his staff to get to the ship himself.
"I am surrounded by weirdos," Wolf shook his head.
He took his bow in hand, notching another arrow. He aimed it to freeze one of the cannons closed when the akuma saw what he was doing.
"Fire," she ordered.
Another sound blast came right at him. He covered his wolf ears as the sound really hurt with his magical hearing. His bow and arrow fell to the ground. He could hardly tell when another person ran up and picked up his bow. Said person aimed it at the cannon, fighting the headache that the sound was causing. The arrow froze the shooting cannon, stopping the sound.
"I never liked rock music before, and I am most certainly not going to start now," Wolf says, getting up.
"Are you okay," asked the person that fired the arrow.
White Wolf looked and saw that it was Luka that had picked up his bow.
"I'm good now, Mr.Couffaine," Wolf says. "Thanks for the assistance."
"You can call me Luka, White Wolf," Luka tells him.
"Alright, then, Luka," nobody can say that superheroes aren't great actors. "It was very brave of you to use my bow. Very telling as well."
"Telling," Luka was confused.
"Most civilians would be afraid of turning to ice by touching one of my arrows," Wolf explains. "It shows that in maybe another life, you would have made an excellent fit for the wolf miraculous."
"Wow," Luka was still as cool as they come.
"Anyway, did you see what object the akuma landed on," Wolf asked the blue and black-haired boy. "Destroying it is the only way for Ladybug to de-evilize your mom."
"I didn't see exactly, but it is most likely her compass," Luka says. "She has always said that a compass is a sailor's most prized possession."
As someone that grew up near the water, White Wolf actually understood that. He wondered how much easier Odysseus would have gotten home if he had just used a map and compass instead of the stars and a lot of faith. As much as he believed in the gods, common sense is also a thing to believe in.
White Wolf noticed the ice on the cannon starting to crack. He quickly scooped Luka into his arms and ran away just in time as the ice shattered and the sound blast started up again. The two barely got away in time. The sound waves just missed them. White Wolf put Luka down a little way more away from the akumatized ship.
"Stay here, Luka," Wolf directed.
"I have to help," Luka tells the hero. "White Wolf, there has to be a way for me to help."
White Wolf looked at the blue-haired teen. He had shown great bravery when he picked up his bow. Not many people, let alone teenagers, would do such a thing. An image of a silver box flashed into his head, giving him an idea.
"Wait right here, Luka," Wolf instructed. "If any of the others ask, tell them that I went to get help. Beautifly will understand what I mean."
Luka nodded as White Wolf got out his bow again. Using an icy rope, the Greek hero swung away from the Seine. He had no idea what the wolf hero was up to.
The holder of the wolf miraculous landed in an alley on the other side of the street from a beautiful jungle-like flower/garden shop. He de-transformed and out of the alley walked Lyon Garden. The dubbed Ice Prince made his way to the flower shop, greeting his father on the way in. He quickly made his way up to his room, which from what his sister, Vallia, had told him was almost like Marinette's bedroom but made for him instead of her.
Lyon went over to the bookshelf he keeps in his room. He pulled back the one book on the shelf that did not have a title on the spine. In a bit of a cliche turn of events, the bookshelf slid tp the side to reveal a hidden compartment. From the compartment, he pulled out a secure but elegant silver box. It was in the shape of a large jewelry box with bright blue markings that looked like a cross between ice and vines. Silver roses also were dotted around the box.
Lyon opened the box lid, revealing several other pieces of jewelry inside of it. On a raised area of the box was a place for hour pieces of jewelry. The ones marked for the wolf and butterfly miraculous were empty. But there was a bluebird necklace in the space for the miraculous of the songbird and a stag brooch in the place for the stag miraculous. The other miraculouses at the top of the box were around the raised area. A deer head pendant for the deer miraculous, a black snake armband for the python miraculous, a black panther pendant for the panther miraculous, a brown bear cuff bracelet for the grizzly bear miraculous, a feather hair clip for the falcon miraculous, and a white bird hair comb for the dove miraculous.
"I know the perfect choice for this akuma," Lyon talks to himself.
He picked up a necklace before quickly sealing the box back in its hiding place and leaving.
Back at the battle with Captain Hardrock, the remaining trio was having a bit of trouble with fighting off the chains as well as trying to search for her akumatized object.
"I have never seen Pirates of the Caribbean, and this is not making me want to," Cat Noir comments, jumping out of the way of more chains.
"There is a reason why pirates have never been very recorded in Greek history," Beautifly says. "Because there weren't any."
"Seriously," Ladybug raised her eyebrow at that.
"I'm pretty sure," Beautifly shrugs. "I'm a butterfly hero, you really think I know much about pirates at all?"
"I agree with her, only replace butterfly with black cat for me," Cat Noir says. "Cats and water do not mix, in any form."
There was a reason why being surrounded by frost and ice weakened him so much when Lady Wifi locked him in that freezer. Cats and water have never mixed.
"Heads up," Beautifly warned, darting around in the sky to avoid the chains coming her way.
"Fire at Nightingale," Captain Hardrock commanded.
The Liberty shot out more speakers at the energetic pop star.
"Beautifly, where is White Wolf," Ladybug practically demanded.
"I don't know, but I do have a pretty good idea," Beautifly tells her.
"He just abandoned us in the middle of a fight," Ladybug snapped, using her yo-yo to fight off chains.
"Need I remind you that we are not your sidekicks," Beautifly snapped back, blocking chains with her razor flower. "We don't have to inform you of everything we do. I trust that White Wolf has a plan. I do not immediately go for such negative thoughts."
"If he has a plan, he should have told us," Ladybug did not back down. "Maybe he would have if he didn't stop with those ridiculous pop culture references every other sentence."
"Not all heroes have to be stern and serious to be good heroes, Bug," Beautifly did not take any crap if someone insults her brother. "Have you ever seen videos of the Flash? He never seems all that serious, but succeeds every time in his fights."
"I've seen news of his battles, and Beautifly does have a point," Cat Noir said.
But before the other female hero could try to find a comeback, one of the chains managed to hook itself to Cat Noir's left wrist.
"Oh crud," Beautifly swore.
Cat Noir was pulled up to the crow's nest and his hands were pulled to either side of him as he was chained down by his wrists.
"Cataclysm," Cat Noir shouted.
His right hand bubbled with black energy, signaling his power of destruction. With a twist of his hand, he was able to free himself from the chain holding him to the crow's nest.
"Great, because you had to act all high and mighty with trying to boss us all around, Cat Noir now only had five minutes," Beautifly snaps at the red and black hero.
"He should have been paying more attention to what was going on around him," Ladybug countered. "He was probably too busy trying to think up another joke or another lame pick-up line to focus on the fight."
"Or maybe you distracted him by treating us all like sidekicks," Beautifly did not back down.
"These two fight more than most would think me and White Wolf would," Cat Noir thinks. "The whole cats and dogs hate each other stereotype and all that."
That was when the icy hero finally made it back to the fight. He landed not too far from where Luka was trying to keep up with the ship.
"Are those two seriously at it again," he asked the teen in blue.
"It is quite ironic," Luka says. "But their music has no way to harmonize. It is too different and can barely even be in the same song."
"It's funny that you mention harmonizing," Wolf smirked.
"Pardon," Luka faced the hero.
White Wolf pulled out a small silver box from under his cloak. It was like a mini version of the Miracle Box in his room, only square-shaped.
"Luka Couffaine, this is the miraculous of the songbird, symbolized by the gift of heart," Wolf held the box out to him. "You will use it for good in this time of need. After the battle is finished, I shall return to retrieve it should you choose to accept it."
"I...I do," Luka was actually showing shock. "I accept the miraculous, White Wolf."
Luka opened the box, and a ball of light came out. It soon turned into a kwami, but this one was a cute bluebird one.
"Geia, young holder," the kwami greeted. "My name if Meloetta and I am your kwami."
"My kwami," Luka was confused.
"Kwami's are what give me and the other heroes our powers," Wolf explained. "They are also generally good friends and guides of sorts for us."
"Wow," Luka says.
He took the necklace out of the box, putting it around his neck. The color blended quite well into his natural style choice as well as the fact that he was a musician wearing a songbird around his neck. Part of him wanted to ask the wolf hero if that was part of why he had chosen this particular miraculous for him. But he shrugged it off as a coincidence.
"All you have to say is 'Meloetta, let's rock,' and you will transform," the kwami explained. "To de-transform, you say 'concert's over.' Your special power is activated by saying 'Harmonize."
Luka nodded at the kwami.
"You ready to be a hero," Wolf asked.
"I'd do anything for my friends and family," Luka says. "Meloetta, let's rock."
"At least my weapon isn't a children's toy," Beautifly shot at Ladybug.
"Yours is nothing more than an oversized daisy," Ladybug countered.
The two of them were back-to-back fighting off the chains while constantly trading insults back and forth. It also seemed that because of the two's constant fighting with each other, Captain Hardrock had basically forgotten about Cat Noir altogether. He was just watching from the crow's nest and also scanning the ship with his eyes to see where the akumatized object could be.
White Wolf soon landed next to him.
"And Ladybug calls the two of us annoying," he raised his eyebrow at the cat hero.
"I don't even pretend to know anything about girls," Cat Noir put his hands up in defeat.
"Good, because I know a few girls back home that would skin you alive if you tried to ever say that you were a girl expert," Wolf chuckled.
"Even with that little bit of information now permanently etched into my brain, I still would want to visit Greece someday," Cat Noir snickers.
"Not like we'd ever deny the help against the myth spirits," Wolf commented.
"So, was Beautifly right when she guessed that you were getting help," Cat Noir asked.
"When is she ever wrong," Wolf smirked.
Another flying hero then came out of nowhere, even if White Wolf did know where he came from. Moving so fast that he was basically a blur, he used his weapon to slice his way through all the chains until there were none left.
"What in the world," Ladybug was shocked.
"I should have known that Wolf was going to chose that miraculous," Beautifly grinned.
"What," Ladybug gasped.
The new hero finally stopped, and everyone was able to get a good look at him. He was in a silver jean vest with matching jeans. He was now also had a turquoise t-shirt with darker silver boots. On his hands were turquoise fingerless gloves. His hair was the same black with blue streaks. And to the shock of Ladybug and Cat Noir, he also had angel-like bird wings that were also silver. The bluebird necklace was still around his neck, matching the bird's eye-like mask over his eyes.
In his hand was an ax-like weapon that also resembled a hybrid of a guitar and a lyre.
"Hope I am not late to the party," the new hero comments.
"You're right on time," Wolf smirks.
"Who are you," Ladybug did not like another miraculous being out and about, as when she recruited Alya to be Rena Rouge was risky enough.
"You can call me... Silver Siren," the newly named hero smiled softly.
"Finally, another hero with wings," Beautifly giggles. "I was getting lonely up in the air all by myself."
"Happy to be of assistance to you, Beautifly," Silver Siren smiles at her.
"Guys, we may need to speed this up," Cat Noir shows his ring as it blinked to show he had three minutes left.
"Gottcha," Beautifly gives him a thumbs up.
"Luka said that the akuma is most likely in the compass," Wolf says.
"Once you freeze it, Beautifly and I can destroy it," Cat Noir said.
For once, Ladybug had to play catch-up as the other four heroes went back to battle Captian Hardrock. The akuma did not look happy that another hero had joined the fight.
"Another pest in the sky," she snarled. "Get them, Liberty."
Chains shot at the team from all angles.
"Nature's Heart," Beautifly called upon her power, throwing her flower up.
The gem on her razor flower released a blossom that came down with the weapon.
"Amaryllis," Wolf immediately figured out. "I always thought that was a beautiful flower."
"I know exactly what this flower does," Beautifly said.
Holding up the flower, it released a number of petal missiles. Each petal exploded on contact with the chains, destroying them. The move almost looked like a combo of the draco meteor and pin missile moves from Pokemon.
"My chains too easy for you," Captain Hardrock yelled. "Then I think it is time for you land-loving pests to face the music."
"Land-loving," Cat Noir raised an eyebrow. "She does know that two of us don't even touch the ground, right?"
"Akumas, big on destruction and not so much on logic," Beautifly says.
The ship rumbled as its sound cannons aimed at the five of them. White Wolf, in particular, did not want to have to hear that loud music again.
"Hit it, Silver Siren," he called out to the new hero.
"I'm on it," he responded. "Harmonize."
He strung his guitar ax, blue energy flowing from the strings to his throat. His eyes glowed as he started to open his mouth.
"Cover your ears," Wolf warned everyone.
Just as the heroes covered their ears, Silver Siren let out a loud scream as the akumatized ship sent out its own sonic blasts. Silver Sirens scream came out as powerful sonic waves similar to the Black Canary's canary cry. Only his seemed slightly more powerful and the sound waves were a bright blue color.
The two sound attacks met in the air, a loud BOOM resulting from the collision. It blew their hair and loose pieces of clothing back a little at the wind blast that also resulted from the collision.
White Wolf and Beautifly uncovered their ears as both sides died down their attacks. They had to move quickly.
"Winter's Touch," Wolf quickly called.
His hands started to pour out an icy mist with a slight blueish color to it. The wolf hero then jumped to where he was sure that the compass was on the ship.
"Stay away from my compass," Captain Hardrock yelled.
But with one touch, the piece of equipment was frozen into ice. With a quick jump back, he let Beautifly throw her razor flower at the compass. The weapon smashed right through the frozen compass as easily as it would be to shatter glass.
"Gotta love this thing," Beautifly smiles at her weapon.
A black butterfly soon flapped its way out of the rubble. That was when Ladybug stepped forward.
"No more evil-doing for you, little akuma," she said, opening her yo-yo. "Time to de-evilize."
She caught the corrupted insect.
"Bye, bye, little butterfly," Ladybug released the now white insect.
"That thing is definitely a moth," Beautifly comments.
Cat Noir snickered at the comment while White Wolf simply rolls his eyes playfully. Silver Siren smiled but Ladybug looked annoyed.
"She does seem like the perfect person to know a butterfly from a moth," Cat Noir joined in Beautifly's fun.
"You two give me headaches," Wolf said.
"You know you love us," Cat Noir winks in a flirty way.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Wolf waved him off, making him and Beautifly snicker. "You did great out there, Silver Siren."
"You think so," the new hero asks. "I was a bit worried about using my power against those cannons."
"If I didn't think you could help, I wouldn't have given you the miraculous," Wolf smiles at him.
All of the heroes but Ladybug all started to beep as their miraculouses flashed. Cat Noir had a minute left as his ring lost another piece of the paw. One of the wings on Beautifly's bracelet went black. A feather on Silver Siren's bird necklace went from blue to white. One of the wolf's teeth on White Wolf's medallion went black.
"You can handle the clean-up, Bug," Beautifly says. "We all have to go. Secret identities and all that jazz."
"No one likes smooth jazz, Fly," Wolf said, but then all of them separated.
#ml salt#marinette salt#original character#original heroes#original miraculous#miraculous#miraculous ladybug#miraculous fandom
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ULiL Arle's Story: VS Marisa Kirisame
(The Fantasy Girl and The Great School Magician)
Arle: Who's gonna be our next opponent, Carby?
Carbuncle: Gu, gu gu gu, guuuu~
(Marisa Kirisame Enters)
Marisa: Whoa, you looked like you're new to Gensokyo, are you a visitor?
(Horror! The School Magician:
Marisa Kirisame)
Arle: Oh look! A magician!
Arle: Say, Witch, it's been while, how are you?
Marisa: Umm, who's Witch? I'm not Witch, I'm Marisa.
Arle: You do look like Witch!
Marisa: Whatever, so I heard about Kasen telling that the visitor is going for fun battles, does that mean you?
Arle: Yes!
Marisa: Hehe....!
Arle: What's so funny?
Marisa: Finally, we can have a match each other!
Arle: Oh really!? We should have a battle!
Marisa: Battle whatever you like, Miss Arle Nadja!
Marisa: LET US DO BATTLE!
(If Arle loses)
Marisa: What the hell are those!?! They don't look like bullets! They look like gummy balls!
(Marisa Kirisame Defeated)
Marisa: What in the world were you using?! I never seen a person do that before!
Arle: It's puyos, you know them?
Marisa: Never have seen them..
Arle: Carbuncle assists me by throwing puyos!
Carbuncle: Gu gu!
Marisa: Wait, Carbuncle talks in a non-human way?
Arle: Yeah, so what?
Marisa: It means... He's a youkai animal!
Arle: Yeah, anyway, we gonna go now!
Arle: Let's see the next opponent, Carby!
Carbuncle: Guuu!
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Miraculous Ladybug Rewatch Episode 69 Stormy Weather 2
It’s recap time.
“Once a villain, always a villain!” Umm...
“Well, you will never change, Marinette Dupain-Cheng. You'll always be Adri-dumb...I mean, Adri-bummed abababababa lame!” “It really took you 3 seasons to realize that i’m in love with Adrien?” “Shut up”
“And you, Alya Cesaire. You still haven't found out who Ladybug is, right? Well, you two are made for each other! You're both just as clueless as the other. And you Nino... Actually i have nothing to say to you”
“Every day we see each other and I hope that you'll be mine, together our love could be so true, please will you be my valentine?“
“It's so beautiful. But I'll never know what he thinks of me, or who this poem he wrote was meant for” It was meant for you.
“You've changed a lot since the beginning of the year and since you first met Adrien!”
“You're right! I have changed. I got more and more clumsy since I met him!” It’s only cause he’s Chat Noir.
“What about the time you practiced for the video game competition? Right here in your bedroom!“ Ah yes from my favorite episode in season 1
“Adrien has become a true friend!”
“Adrien's become a friend who I can talk to about anything” He’s just a friend.
“Nathalie, here are the plans for the next episodes”
“In tomorrow’s episode i will akumatize Kagami’s mom, then in the episode after that we meet an akuma from the future, then the next episode i will go to Tokyo” “Wait really?” “Of course not Nathalie. I will pretend to go to Japan, but i’m really here at home taking care of my butterflies”
“Now i know what you’re thinking. “Nathalie, how did you ended up in this situation?” Well to be honest it’s a really long story and i don’t want to explain it. So let’s move on”
“As I've watched Emilie falling deeper into an endless sleep, my sadness for her has deepened, too” Is Emilie dead or not?
“I feel a strong negative emotion”
“I have to tell you how amazing this photoshoot was, Dad” “Oh shhhhiiiitttt!!!!!”
“Is father finally going to do something about the basement corpse?” “Hopefully yes”
“This negative emotion I'm feeling… it's familiar”
“Maybe it's your son’s emotion. You should spend more time with him” “Don’t tell me things i should be doing as a father!”
“Nooroo, Angry Moth Noises!”
“What if Nooroo is right? Am I taking too many risks?”
“Nah”
“And for once, his birthday gift to me was amazing” Yeah... Hahaha...
“Your father's like one of those wheels of cheese with a very thick rind”
“Once you manage to sink your teeth into it, you realize it's all soft inside”
“Or slightly rotten” Pretty sure rotten.
“It's not me! I swear I didn't use my Cataclysm!” This time?
“What is that?” That’s California my boy.
“Probably. But don't worry, kitty. We're not gonna let her rain on Paris' parade”
“Hey! Was that a pun I heard, my lady?”
“Yep. A little change is good, don't you think?”
“I love that girl!” *Screams in Ladynoir*
“Stormy Weather seems way stronger than the first time around”
“And it's that brat Chloe's fault again. Actually it’s been a while since she caused an akuma. Actually she hasn’t caused a lot of akumas since season 2 started”
“It's weird to think of it, but if it wasn't for Hawkmoth, you and I might not be here right now”
“Actually it's thanks to Ladybug we're together” “Oh yeah. She locked us in a cage”
“Trixx, What Does The Fox Say!”
“Wayzz, Calabanga!”
“I suspected you’re Carapace from the very beginning” But not that Marinette is Ladybug or Adrien being Chat Noir?
#LetDjwifikiss
“Nobody's nicer than me” Are you sure about that?
“Yep. That’s us. You’re probably wondering how we got here”
So apparently this is the only season 3 episode in this recap.
“We've learned to trust each other”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Don’t show this!”
“These are memories from my pov!”
“Don’t go showing Chat Noir’s identity!”
“After all, we've been through a lot together. We're not gonna let Stormy Weather defeat us, right, kitty?”
“As usual, I completely agree with you, Bugaboo”
*Screams in Ladynoir again*
“The further the Earth moves away from the Sun, the colder the temperatures will get”
“You're outside right now, Clara. How’s it going?”
“We're down to minus 40 degrees Celsius, Nadja. It's getting very difficult but Ladybug and Chat Noir have donned their specialized suits, so they can battle Stormy Weather on an equal playing field”
“Ice-bug just called up her Lucky Charm. She’s got a small object - it looks like a pencil. What’s she going to do with that?”
“Chat Noir is holding up a copy machine”
“I can't see much, but it- it looks like Ladybug is making a photocopy”
“Whoa! That was a huge flash!”
“Wait, Stormy Weather has been defeated!”
You know watching all season 3 episodes in the right order really makes me see Stormy Weather 2 in a whole new light. They keep talking about change and they’re right. After this episode there are a lot of changes and revelations. The episodes after this are huge game changer. If season 3 airing wasn’t a mess, then i’m sure some people would agree. Also how come no one in the fandom thought to make a comic or fan fic about the fight? I want to know what the copy machine was for!
“You tell him it's from Marinette, his friend from school, and that I did it as a friend to help him, okay?” She’s just a friend.
“Umm... I can still see you, you know?”
“Your friend from school, Marinette, just brought you these lessons you missed today”
“She copied them out for you by hand; she wanted me to tell you she did it for you as a friend to help you. Nothing more than a friend. She’s just a friend after all. A friend, nothing more and nothing less” “Okay Nathalie, i get it”
“See you tomorrow at school. Love, your friend, Marinette”
“I'd never noticed, Marinette's writing”
“Of course, it couldn't have been from Ladybug. It had to have been from someone at school, but Marinette?” Actually it was from Ladybug.
“No, Marinette couldn't possibly be in love with me, she's just a friend who loves fashion” *Rage in French*
“Besides, there's Luka”
“What about Luka?” “Well his writing could be-” “You didn’t even met at that point!”
Hehe. This was also episode 69 Nice.
Let’s make some new friends.
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