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thinking about how Hisoka started out not wanting any material things to help him sleep because he wanted to be able to fall asleep in any situation, even uncomfortable ones, and how Mankai gradually gifted him things to help him sleep, that he first was warry about but soon enough he started to collect
and the boy who started out with nothing in his corner of his room now has a good pillow, countless plushies, which he always considers is a perfect gift, expertise on good pillows, an eyemask for sleeping purpose, welcoming cozy blankets, and even appropriated himself the coffin in the storage room for perfect napping spot, coffin that he filled with pillows and plushies and find ways to keep locked shut so Tasuku doesn’t drag him out of it (or else he becomes evil on purpose), and now he gets to complain everytime someone slightly disturb his sleep.
He agreed on rooming with Homare because he had such a deep sleep that he would have in theory not been bothered by his loud behavior, and instead he grew more and more irritated with it the more people taught him about cocooning because now his sleep is sacred.
And the lonely “nothing allowed to sleep” rhetoric, was traded with “gotta be hugging something no matter what” which led him to have nap and cuddle buddies like Azuma.
And i think it’s really just a peak character arc, to be someone who denied himself all sort of little comfort to not get used to it, to then become an hedonist plushy bot constantly seeking comfort he’s now allowed and expected to have. As he deserves.
#ichatalks about a3#also ngl rant inspired by the fact i just put a hot bottle and a hot-plushy with me under my two covers to watch tv#on my sofa covered in 27 plushies and 6 pillows and i'm just ah yes this is the life#and as someone who also denied myself all of that just a few years ago and had to slowly learn to spoil myself#only for it now to be completely out of control but also just the coziest cozy of the whole cozy world?#I see Hisoka's arc of looking for comfort with pure glee. This is what healing is all about.#Comfy.#i also sleep with a sleep eyemask so like#i' was always bothered by slight lights during sleep and would cover them when i could else i'd be soo annoyed#and a few years ago i was crashing at a friend's place when i left my mom's house#and i couldn't keep the shutter closed bc it was summer and we needed to have all the air inside#so my friend - very concerned - bought me an eyemask and i was just. so confused. because i never considered it a possibility#tried it on and now? I'm content with any eyemask i can have. It's truly really the sleepy comfy mode.#like my plush collection only really started when i was like. 24?#it really started end 2019 and i'm just doing the math but i think i was already a3ing at the time#and to me it was just screw it i deserve plushies it's good to have a pal to hug. And now look at me.#Basically my point is the specific card of Hisoka wearing a massive scarf an eyemask and his Pen Pen plushy is where i'm at psychologically#ANYWAY.#Rambling over i just love Hisoka very much
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Bedtime 🌟
#my art#strawberry shortcake#strawberry shortcake berry in the big city#berry in the big city#hucklebread#huckleberry pie#bread pudding#my friends and i came up with so many domestic headcanons for these two#it’s insane#one of them is that bread sleeps like that and huck sleeps like that#also they are both most comfortable sleeping next to each other i think#huck can sleep ANYWHERE#but bread can only sleep when he’s very comfortable#also bread has a full pajama set on with an eyemask#and huck kinda just wears whatever!#it works#big pants little shirt x big shirt little pants energy
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bsd characters and how they sleep (with you)
i fear i wrote this in twenty minutes in a feverish haze and have no idea how we got here... forgive any spelling/grammar errors but i hope it's cutesy
characters: dazai, atsushi, yosano, chuuya, ranpo
im taking requests!
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dazai:
ABSOLUTELY EASILY the clingiest one
will completely wrap his limbs around you from behind or from the front
it’s so hard to pry him off of you in the morning it’s like he gets ten times heavier when he’s asleep
also sleeps without socks but complains about being cold all the time
makes the both of you sleep with not one but TWO weighted blankets some days
it’s a little ridiculous but you put up with it because you love him
he also runs SO COLD
toes are freezing, hands are freezing, NOSE is freezing
he sticks his nose into the crook of your neck when he’s clinging onto you
you’ve only shrieked ONCE from the shock. maybe twice
manages to stay still all throughout the night but that’s only because he’s too busy latching onto you like a leech
atsushi:
too nervous to ask you to hold him so instead he’ll hold your hand while you sleep
it’s the sweetest thing ever
absolutely wakes up in the middle of the night if he feels your hand slip from his and will reach for it again
it takes like a month of sleeping in the same bed for you to recognize all his little quirks and the things he likes
you learn that he loves it when you kiss his hairline right before he falls asleep
it leads to a lot more peaceful nights and he doesn’t wake up in a cold sweat as often anymore
sometimes he ends up wrapping an arm around your torso while he’s asleep without even realizing it
when he wakes up he doesn’t get embarrassed or anything but DOES pretend to be asleep until you get up so that he can stick to you for longer
yosano:
THE MOST VIOLENT SLEEPER
sleeping in the same bed with her is a death wish most nights
she rolls around, flails, will wake up in the middle of the night and mumble something unintelligible before hitting you in the face
she’s crazy! she’s your hot gf! you sit there and take it like the loyal spouse you are!
her FAVE way to sleep is face down, starfish-pose on top of you
yes you can’t breathe at all but yes the weight is comforting
when she sleeps like that sometimes you’ll get a little treat during the night, and instead of hitting you in the face in her sleep she’ll kiss along your cheek all warm and soft
sometimes that ends in her drooling on your face
makes up for her drool and nightly attacks by waking you up with kisses (and bites on your CHEEK) and even breakfast when she’s in a good mood
chuuya:
he loves you so much but he is also dramatic
which means… he has his own sleep routine and bed set-up and if it’s disturbed he will not get a second of rest
he invests in a california king bed so that you can have your side and he can have his side
he sets the thermostat to a certain temperature, picks out blankets depending on the weather, adjusts his pillows every night, sleeps with an eyemask… it’s a little bit overkill
you don’t make fun of him for it because you know he’d kill you
sleeps on his back with his hands folded on his chest like he’s in a COFFIN
also sleeps like the dead and you’ve woken up a few times crying his name because you thought he was actually dead
if you try holding onto him during the night he’ll flinch without meaning to and start mumbling curses to himself
it takes you a while to get used to it
he makes up for his stringent sleep routine by letting you nap on the couch with him once in a while
he can handle that at the very least
will totally collapse right on top of you on the couch and fall asleep after a long day at work
sedated immediately if you run your fingers through his hair
lets out the cutest snores BUT DO NOT TELL HIM THAT OR HE WILL NEVER SLEEP ON YOU AGAIN!!!!
ranpo:
so incredibly fussy
moves around so much in his sleep and can never get comfortable
is always pushing your head off your pillows and rotating them so that you can both sleep on the cold side
kicks off his blankets just to complain about being cold and makes you lean over the bed to pick the covers back up and tuck him in
favorite way to sleep with you is facing you with his arms wrapped around your neck
this DOES end up in him accidentally choking you sometimes
if he gets too hot he has no shame in pushing you away and OFF THE BED
you put up with it because you love him and you wouldn’t have it any other way
chews on your hair??? in your sleep???
you wake up with half your hair covered in drool
have you seen that one video of the girl’s rabbit biting a strand of her hair clean off. that’s him. he’s the rabbit.
has a weak spot for sleepy kisses AUUUGGGHHH
will never initiate them but will always melt into your hands if you squeeze his face and give him a big fat forehead kiss
#dazai x reader#chuuya x reader#atsushi x reader#yosano x reader#ranpo x reader#dazai osamu x reader#chuuya nakahara x reader#atsushi nakajima x reader#yosano akiko x reader#ranpo edogawa x reader#bsd x reader#bungo stray dogs x reader#bungou stray dogs x reader#dazai x you#yosano x you#atsushi x you#ranpo x you#chuuya x you#osamu dazai x reader#osamu x reader#nakahara chuuya x reader#edogawa ranpo x reader#nakajima atsushi x reader#akiko yosano x reader#how do you do the tiny text on tumblr#i feel like a forty year old navigating tiktok#ermmm excuse me 🤓🤓 could you direct me to the uhhh 🤓🤓 the small text feature🤓
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In your bedroom, only soft breaths are heard. The ceiling looks nice, too, and so does Alhaitham. Somehow, he sleeps like the dead: arms rest gently at his sides, expression frighteningly at peace—the only thing that gives a clue to him sleeping is the eyemask lifted above his eyebrows, strewn somewhere on his head.
It makes you giggle to yourself. He looks goofy, and causes fondness to pool in your stomach, twisting and turning like you did moments before.
Fondness then gives way to jealousy, something like jealousy, because you can’t sleep. Your mind races, not particularly with any urgent thoughts, but it is active and you cannot shut it off—any attempts to won’t likely work, so you’re stuck with trying something with where Alhaitham lays to bring forth sleep. And, well, it doesn’t either. Just looking at him is a recipe of disaster—because there rises the desire to touch, to discover, to feel what he feels like it’s your first time seeing him on your bed—the first time seeing someone beside you, like this, on your bed.
“You’re moving too much,” some groggy voice speaks. “Are you having trouble sleeping?”
Sheets crinkle under your movement. A warm hand settles on your waist, gently, and slowly, now, you see Alhaitham who is squinting—the light on his nightstand’s been turned on, giving his side of the room a soft glow.
“No, not really,” you reply airily, “No trouble because I am trying to.”
His voice is quiet; stripped away from the layers of sarcasm and unintentional haughtiness; it is now filled with sleep, and all the things that come from being woken up. “That is having trouble with sleeping.”
You huff, inching closer to him. He is warm and, unfortunately, hogs all of the blanket, so the duvet barely covers your back. “Okay, smartass. You got me this time.”
“Did I now? I suppose that’s my first win of the day.” Alhaitham welcomes your closeness readily, the arm ‘round your waist now pulling you in—he’s never been one for excessive displays of physical touch, and the love language you choose is different from his. He is all acts of service, and you a combination of two others, but right now, when it is dark and the night has descended, his warmth melds with yours. “Changing your habits would lead to sufficient rest. I’ve told you so before.”
“Your fault for having to need to go to work early.” His breath is steadying; calming. There is a type of rhythm to it that makes you count sheep, like numbering the times he pauses for a moment, and then, you can hear him listen. “Your fault for also having a work schedule that doesn’t align with mine.”
“Dramatics,” Alhaitham points out. You don’t need to look up to him to see him roll his eyes. “You and I leave work on the same days and have similar work hours.”
“So?”
He sighs, the breath exhaled softly too much to be mistaken as irritation, “I’m quite sure you’re trying to say something. What is it?”
Your cheeks heat, and on instinct, your hands flies up to hide them. Stupid, the light on his nightstand barely reaches you—why… even…?
“Go on and tell me, joonam,” Alhaitham’s fingers pry your own from your face. Archons, it feels like it’s gonna fall off. “Don’t take too long, or else I’ll fall back asleep.”
You groan, “I miss you.”
“I’m right here.”
“Exactly!” You look up at him, frowning. Alhaitham meets your eyes, chin dipping; eyes narrowing slightly. “I still miss you.”
Alhaitham takes a moment to respond. If it were anyone less familiar with him, you’d shrink beneath his gaze—with every genius comes the thought process that they can proudly declare is their own, and Alhaitham falls quiet to process his thoughts. In moments like this, his eyes bore holes onto you, but you find it not particularly bothersome; it just causes something like embarrassment and a parched feeling surfacing when it happens.
When he decides to speak, it comes with some gentle flourish, “Our last date was a month ago, was it not?”
Oh. Well. Maybe… yes?
Alhaitham rolls his eyes, affection oozing from the gesture. “On second thought, I doubt you’d remember.”
“That’s a lie!”
“Your eyes widened and you looked like a frightened cat. Inferring from those observations and other information I’ve gathered since knowing you, it’s easy to deduce you’ve forgotten.”
Nothing rolls out of your tongue, except a half-baked protest that tumbles as it leaves you. Alhaitham fixes you with a stare, nothing too harsh, and you can’t do anything but give in.
“Later,” He starts, arm on your waist moving up to your shoulders, “Will you come home early?”
“I will be. Why?” You ask, curling into his side.
Alhaitham tells you, “Then be ready by the time I come home.”
Work, in a couple hours, will be easy—after all, if there’s an incentive to work hard, you’ll do it to your heart’s content. You tease, “You’re being nice. I wonder what’s happened.”
“It is my duty as your partner to not dismiss your feelings,” Alhaitham’s voice is quiet; the soft sounds of crickets outside even more louder. There is something serious in his tone, and silence falls onto you. “I had failed to realize you felt neglected. Us getting busy with work is not an excuse to ignore the fact you and I haven’t gotten time together. I wish to rectify that mistake.”
In your bedroom, only your soft breaths are heard. You look at him, the world having gone silent, and gaze into Alhaitham’s eyes. It’s hard to tell what rises in you, and if it’s a good feeling—though there’s some gut instinct that tells you it’s good, and you should bask in it. Is it right? Does this feel right?
Normally, you’d feel stupid pondering these things. But right now, as Alhaitham gazes back at you, expression calm as always, you don’t fail to notice what washes over you.
Relief, and the feeling of being seen. That’s what it is, and it is with Alhaitham.
“I’ll see you then,” You settle on that response, heart tightening in your chest. It’s hard to not let the fondness seep into your voice, and Celestia knows what you look like right now. “I’ll give you time to change, too. Don’t worry.”
(You look like an image he’s only seen on other couples, Alhaitham thinks. The shimmering of your eyes is something… foreign, yet familiar all the same.
This will be life with you, he decides.
And just like every choice he’s made, it is resolute.)
#—stellaronhvnters.#alhaitham#genshin impact#alhaitham x reader#genshin impact x reader#hanyi-writing#I DIDNT NOTICE THIS WENT UP TO 1K#im so dead#its so hanyiover#anyhow here's some alhaitham stuff bcos i was Brainrotting huhu
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When You Have A Nightmare.
☕┆ Author's Note: Hello! My little imps, demonic sinners, & powerful overlords. Did you have a nightmare? Aww well don't worry because Striker, Fizzarolli, Asmodeus, & Verosika are here to keep you company so sit back and relax. If you enjoyed this story don't forget to comment, like , or reblog. My request are open so feel free to whisper your desires.
☕┆ Story Contains: Nightmares
☕┆ Fandom: Helluva Boss
☕┆ Word Count: 882
🐍Striker: Striker hadn’t been home yet which was normal. He was an assassin so sometimes he didn’t even come home for a few days. You had spent the day doing your own thing and cleaning the home. You made yourself dinner and then got ready for bed. You made sure to feed Striker’s pet snake since you also adore the little noodle named Noodle. After making sure all the doors and windows were locked, you got into bed and watched some TV. Before you had fallen asleep you were resting until the nightmare happen and you woke up screaming and crying. “ Hey, Hey darlin, I’m here wants wrong? “ You were breathing heavily and stopped screaming and saw Striker crouched in front of you, as he placed his hand on your cheek and gave you a worried look. “ I got home a few minutes and didn’t want to wake you, but you woke up screaming. Did you have a nightmare, my little spitfire? “ Striker asked. You nodded and watched him wipe the tears from your eyes. He got into bed and held you close. He smelled like he had just gotten out of the shower. You cuddled up next to him and told him about your nightmare. Which made him sigh, he knew you worried about him, and he was glad someone worried about him. “ Darlin’ ain’t no one gonna take me away from you, not even Death, himself. “ Striker gave you a kiss. “ I’ll always be here for you, now rest that pretty little head of yours. I’m here I got the next few weeks off and I’m going to spend it with you. “ Striker gave you some more kisses and rubs your back. You eventually drift off back to sleep and Striker continued to hold you close.
💚🤍Asmodeus & Fizzarolli: After a hard day at the Lustful Loung, you and Fizzarolli took a nice warm bubble bath with your, guys, boyfriend Asmodeus. How did you all fit in the tub? I don’t know to do the math. Anyway after helping each other dry off and get dressed. Asmodeus made you, both dinner and then you all brushed your teeth and went to bed, You on Asmodeus’s right side and Fizz on the left. You all cuddled up and watched a movie until they fell asleep and you had fallen asleep at the end. But then the nightmare came and you woke up in a small panic with tears streaming down your face. You looked over and saw your boyfriends Asmodeus and Fizzarolli staring at you with concerned looks. “ O-Oh, I’m sorry if I woke you, guys up. “ You said while wiping your tears. “ No, honey, you didn’t wake us up, I woke up 'cause Fizz kept kicking me. “ Asmodeus said while glaring at Fizz who gave a nervous smile. “ But we looked over and saw you muttering in your sleep about don’t leave you, what’s wrong? “ Fizzarolli asked, He got out of bed to sit by your side. You told them about your nightmare and they both hugged you. Well, Asmodeus hugged you both. “ Don’t be silly, we will never leave you. “ Fizzarolli said and kissed you. Asmodeus also gave you a kiss. “ Yeah, my little flower we will leave you, I love you and Fizz both equally. “ Asmodeus kissed you more. Fizzarolli and Asmodeus told you sweet and loving affirms and you had fallen asleep between the two with a smile. They both smiled and were glad you can sleep peacefully again.
Verosika: You and Verosika had a wonderful date night with all the shopping, spa, movie, and then dinner. Verosika loved spoiling especially how you would always make her feel special. Right now you and Verosika were getting ready for bed. She was already in bed asleep with her eyemask and lingerie on. Which made you blush. She always looked good in black, white, and pink. You finished getting ready for bed and then got yourself into bed. You fell asleep next to your girlfriend, and after peacefully sleeping the nightmare came and you were crying when you woke up. You saw that Verosika was still asleep and didn’t want to wake her up. You knew she valued her beauty sleep. So you got out of bed and walked to the kitchen and grabbed a treat from the kitchen and sat on the couch as tears stained your face and you watched TV. Verosika came out and yawed. “ What’s wrong babe? The bed is lonely without you? “ She said. She walked over and sat down pulling you close. You held onto her and cried in between your sobbing mess, you told her about your nightmare. “ Oh, baby. I don’t care what you look like. I’ll never leave you because no one is hot like you. I don’t care about your looks, I care about what's inside just like you said to me when we first met. “ She kissed you. You smiled and she wipes away your tears. “ Now we can sit here and watch TV until you fall asleep and I’ll carry you back to the room mkay? “ She said. You nodded and cuddled with her how the couch until you fell asleep, but you two didn’t go to the room because Verosika fell asleep on the couch with you.
#helluva boss#hazbin hotel#striker x reader#asmodeus x reader#fizzarolli x reader#verosika x reader#helluva striker#helluva asmodeus#helluva fizzarolli#helluva verosika#fandoms#fandom#fan fiction#fanfic#helluva moxxie#helluva millie#helluva blitzo#helluva loona#helluva stolas#helluva jesse#request 🌌📖
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Naib and Eli resting their head on gender neutral s/o’s boobs sfw, how do they go about to getting into the position, what’s their reaction if their s/o calls them out lovingly ofc!! please :3!!
Heck yeah!! I wasn't entirely sure if you wanted HCs or a little scene so here's a bit of both.
Naib Subedar
-Mr. “I do what I want” right here just sees an opening and goes for it. As long as you’re in private, of course.
-If you seriously want him to get off he will, but he can tell when you’re just messing with him and plays along with it a bit.
-He can take some teasing, especially if it means he gets to stay like this longer.
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You blinked and he was there, full weight settling carefully against yours. When you lifted your book to peer down at the shirtless mercenary who’d joined you in bed, skin still hot and steaming from his shower. He deigned not to return eye contact and instead nuzzled his jaw into your sternum. Both of his hands wormed their way between the bed and the small of your back and squeezed. His legs clenched and stretched like a cat, and then he fell still.
“Whatcha doing?” you asked.
“‘M tired,” Naib said in response, muffled slightly against your chest. His hair was down, dripping, dampening your shirt.
“I’m sure, it sounded like your match was a busy one for my favorite rescue specialist.” He groaned in confirmation. “But you know there’s a perfectly good pillow right next to me?” You felt more than saw his lips pull into a smirk.
“I like these better,” he said. “Warmer, softer, and they come with a heartbeat.” To punctuate his point, Naib laid his ear right over your heart and settled back in. “Rub my back for me.”
“You’re being awfully demanding,” you replied. “What if I don’t like you laying on me like this, hmm?”
Naib groaned louder and made a show of peeling himself away from you. He got as far as elbow-height from your body before you tossed your book away, forcibly hugged his face back into your chest, and locked your legs around his waist. With a short laugh, he collapsed back on top of you. One of his hands ran the length of your side appreciatively while he settled back in, cheeks now well and truly smushed by your bosom.
“You’re the best,” he muttered when your hands began rubbing circles into his shoulders, and after several minutes drifted away to sleep.
Eli Clark
-A little more shy about it. He asks first, but he’s just a tiny bit awkward about it.
-Also handles teasing well, as he knows when you’re being serious or not, even if you’re really subtle.
-So very sweet about it. He just wants to be held. ;;
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Eli finally stepped into your room after checking on everyone post-match. It always took him forever to make his rounds, but it was hard to be upset when his absence was for such kind reasons. Brooke Rose took a perch onyour coat rack, and Eli made himself comfortable, sluggishly removing both his cloak and eyemask. You were already watching him when he turned to face you, bright blue eyes locking onto your form. A sweet, but tired smile slipped onto his lips.
After several long moments holding one another’s stares like that, and his cheeks steadily growing pink, you ventured to ask, “Is everything alright?”
“Ah,” Eli finally said. “I was just wondering…if I could join you?”
“Of course you can,” you chuckled. Always cautious, this one, even after losing count of all the times you’ve given permission. You patted the mattress next to you, and Eli seemed pleased with the offer, but stopped again with just one knee on the bed, vaguely hovering over your reclined form.
“Actually, I was wondering if I might…lay on you?” he asked.
“Feeling a little extra clingy tonight, are we?” you asked back. His head dipped away in embarrassment, but he didn’t retreat from you. He chuckled good-naturedly.
“Can I?” he asked again.
“Can you?” Your voice dropped low, teasing and suggestive.
“You’re cheeky,” he said back, “I think I can.” Carefully, he slid himself up against your side. His legs tangled with yours, torso half-topping, half-spooning you. He was trying to be mindful of his weight, but when he finally settled and seemed happy with the position, he was coiled around you like ivy. And his head cradled right against your boobs.
“I see what this is,” you taunted, unable to resist one more. “You just wanted easy access to the stress balls.” Eli barked a loud laugh in response. He turned his head up as if to say something but cut himself off when your fingers slipped into his hair and began combing through it. The treatment relaxed him, and you two fell gently into intimate silence.
#idv x reader#identity v x reader#naib subedar x reader#eli clark x reader#idv seer#idv mercenary#turbulentscrawl
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Dating Leo II
a/n: I wanted to add more after I posted part one so here it is Bone Apple Teeth, I love leo sm so its LONG
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Warnings: swearing, grandchildren mention (splinter is gonna splinter), illness mention, insomnia, mentions of slapping leos bald head
Word count: 738 -woof
Insomnia gang
This turtle physically cannot sleep
When you don't spend the night he is CONSTANTLY texting you everything that comes to mind
“y/n…why is pizza a circle?” “idk lee can i come over :3” “yeth pls HURRY IM DYING HERE WITHOUT U”
Lying in his bed, cuddling, matching eyemasks ON, fan ON
Even with all of that, nothing works
The nights that the both of you are actually able to sleep he has a grasp on you
Holds you so close to him all the time, you guys are joined at the hip
Everyone besides Mikey and Splinter thinks you guys are gross
“You can't even say their names apart now it's ALWAYS Leo and y/n. You can't separate them they will DIE without each other”
“Calm down Mikey please you're scaring Shelldon”
Splinter is…well Splinter. He stays in your guys' relationship, with how dramatic you guys are he doesn't need his soaps
He loves to show you baby pictures of the boys esp the ones of Leo
((cough cough he definitely mentions grandchildren like the old man he is))
Bites all the time like anytime anywhere
Making breakfast peacefully listening to music- CHOMP
Getting ready for work- CHOMP
Dr. Delicate Touch has to intervene
Play fights with you in slow-motion
(slow motion voice) “yyy/nnn iiiimm goooinggg tooo kick your aaaasssss”
(also slow motion voice) “im gooonnnaaa kick yours firrrst”
HAND! HOLDING!
Initially, it started as a way to keep Leo from running off when exploring places, but then it turned into a regular thing
“My love, light of my life, future spouse eHEM!”
“What Leo”
“WHERE’S YOUR HAND I AM GOING TO DIE WITHOUT YOUR HAND IN MINE!! I ALREADY FEEL WEAK PLEASE I AM SUFFERING”
Absolute drama queen and don't get me started when he’s sick
Picture those old paintings of the sick children in bed, he’s that but dialed up to eleven
All he wants is cuddles and daytime television and don't you DARE come in between him and his Maury
Giving him medicine is surprisingly easy maybe it’s because he’s so out of it or maybe he’s just in love he’d let you do anything to him
But if you’re ever sick he does the exact same for you
If you fight medicine (just like me fr) he’s NOT afraid to use those ninja moves to get you to take your meds
Loves it when you read to him no matter what you are reading
Manga? Sign him up! Horror book? Let's get spooky! Sad book? I'll get the tissues! He just loves to hear your voice especially if you do different voices for the characters but not overly comedic voices, he’s here for the story!
Falls asleep listening to your voice with his head on your lap 99% of the time
Going to the Hidden City for date nights and getting up to absolute mischief
(having to then call Raph to come get you guys because you pissed someone off and just kicked their butt)
Speaking of the Hidden City! During their break in the Hidden City (when everyone gets arrested) you join Leo at the spa
After he gets kicked out he BEGS you to go to the creepy spa across the street with him
“Sorry sweetheart I too am in DIRE need of some relaxation plus it’s not often I’m in an exclusive club”
The moment he shows up with that gorgeous hair you’re suspicious
Texts you a selfie of his new hair with the creepy ass background
“Whatcha think? Even more handsome than normal? ;)” “go back to being bald i miss slapping ur bald head :(“
Anyway when he starts “sleepwalking” your immediate reaction is “Maybe it's the wig” but quickly forget all about it due to relaxation
“Um… yyyy/nnnn could you please help me out with one teeny tiny situation…? Please?”
Now you and Leo are on the case!
“Ooo lala finally some privacy ;)”
“Don't touch me until you’re bald AND we figure this out”
“Pwetty pwease? JUST ONE!”
“Fine, ONE kiss”
After the evil hair reveal and fighting with your boyfriend’s hair he's finally bald again
Leo explains the massage guy’s deal but it falls on deaf ears
“Hey, who’s that guy?” “He'sthe non-member we kicked out earlier!”
“I bet he and that human are the thieves. Call the cops”
After a quick stay in jail, you’re now peacefully back home
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not to AND ANOTHER THING a billionth time al;sjdf;lad but I'm also thinking about the parallels in this episode to earlier episodes, particularly episode 3
like the most explicit and obvious parallel between episodes 3 and 6 is karan downing his own drink and asking for more so that achi doesn't have to drink- we see him do that in the present in episode 3 when rock is trying to pressure achi to drink, and then the flashback in episode 6 shows when he started doing that and why and how grateful achi was for it (and said this to him directly). like it's the perfect use of a flashback IMO- showing why this detail in an earlier episode was actually more significant than we might have thought (especially since the flashback gives us the additional context that karan doesn't even drink himself, and is purely doing this as an act of love towards achi)
but the parallel that makes me honestly feel even more Emotions somehow is the fact that we see at the end of episode 3 karan closing the curtain at achi's window when he's sleeping so the sun doesn't hit him and like. achi is wearing an eyemask. he is wearing an eyemask that karan specifically got for him to help him sleep, that achi has just said helps him sleep better. he does not need to have the curtain closed, but karan does it anyway!!! which of course we also know from the flashback in episode 6 that lowering the blinds when the sun hits achi's desk in the afternoon is one of his Three Daily Things he does to take care of achi so of course he would!!!
this show thrills me because all of this stuff is very easy to pick up on and fairly obvious but also done in a way where like... I still feel really excited when I notice something like that, because it feels like I'm following the journey with achi, and starting to notice even more about the ways karan's love has manifested over the years, and it's thrilling and lovely
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i can’t get over the intimacy of sharing a 17 hour flight.
have you ever been on a long haul flight? you get comfortable. and i mean. real comfortable. these men live in hotel rooms and cars and airplanes for the better part of the year. they know how to travel comfortably.
it’s sweatpants and slippers and audiobooks. christian and toto probably slept in close proximity of each other. do you know how vulnerable that makes a person? sworn enemy two rows in front to the left and christian nodding off with airpods in and a neck pillow? are you joking?
toto with an eyemask on and christian makes fun of him for it and toto scrambles to explain “i got my eyes lasered last week OK”. christian keeps chuckling for two hours straight as an excuse to keep looking over at his archenemy with the dark tousled hair. literally watches him sleep.
and fred. just literally in the middle of the aisle doing squats and engaging absolutely anyone in conversation because he’s bored. poor stewards have to squeeze past him every time christian calls them over.
meals. they’ll be eating together, at the same time. it’s such a weirdly intimate thing to eat on a flight, you can’t tell me it’s not. toto with a napkin tucked into his collar, christian rolling his eyes at him. fred already stuffing his face because standing up has him starving also he’s bored.
and. according to my main man carlos, the one way to fight australian jet lag is to stay awake the whole flight. we’ve all heard it, we’ve all seen it, he kept us updated. i can’t see these three old men staying awake for the whole thing but there will certainly be awake time. there will be work getting done (everyone but fred let’s be real), there will be books and music, maybe toto watches a movie and christian annoys him until he turns on the subtitles so he can watch along from behind. then he makes fun of toto’s choice of movie (i’m thinking top gun) for the rest of the flight. maybe toto meditates and christian can’t believe his eyes. in between toto will get up to get the blood flowing and he’ll do his squats right next to christian’s seat. i am convinced he has a night time routine and he WILL be doing it on the plane. he’ll offer christian his snacks.
and this is all fun and games ok but ABOVE ALL. they must have been talking.
and this is what has me insane because christian is SUCH a pr guy. like he is such a sucker for having cameras around and playing it up as this big respected team boss when in reality he’s just a big ass softie whenever there’s no one around to judge him. and he had to built this image of himself. he was the youngest tp, no f1 experience when he started and also - may i remind everyone - he’s short. tiny. he had to puff out his chest and bark at everything and everyone but he had to be charming about it too and this is literally how he learned to play the media so well. he is the king of pr. he knows how important image and perception are. BUT. i so very strongly believe he drops the act when he’s sure no cameras are around and that’s why he’s so well liked in the paddock. considering the portrayal of him in the media, i would keep a twenty feet distance to that man at all times but people aren’t are they? he’s well liked.
cameras off, he’s a nice guy. funny. probably very knowledgable about the sport, likes to give advice and help smaller teams. not necessarily merc. but basically everyone else. he can hold a conversation without making stupid comments all the time. and that’s what he and toto do too! the media and everything 2021 has made them into something aggressive and founded in hate and disrespect but actually, they were friendly with each other long before 2021 and they managed to be adults about the whole thing (so surprising tbh). THEY ARE STILL FRIENDS. and so they are okay with things like sharing long haul flights and sleeping in each others proximity etc etc etc even when christian makes a throwaway comment about it after like “oh toto was there too, got his eyes lasered or sumin idk i didn’t really ask”
BRO YOU HAD 17 HOURS ARE YOU TRYING TO TELL ME YOU DIDNT SPEAK TO TOTO ONCE THE ENTIRE TIME. try again. he asked about his eyes and then went on to complain about his tummy ache and THEN he probably filled toto in on geri’s race horses and they shared stories about having to build lego cars on christmas day with their sons who are literally the same age, all of it over some shitty airplane lasagne.
you can’t fool me christian horner you can’t
#i am SO sorry i keep banging on about this#i got it out of my system now though#i’m done now#apologies#i am SO behind on everything i was supposed to do today i am also LATE now#christian/toto#three men one plane#christian horner#toto wolff#fred vasseur#etc#christian toto lore
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How to Fly Like a Hollywood Star - Part 3: On the Plane
[Part 1: Packing] [Part 2: Before the Airport and at the Airport]
🛩 Food can be expensive on planes so bring something to eat, like a mozarella and sun-dried tomato sandwich on olive bread, some almonds, a fresh fruit, or even a whole bento box. Herbal teabags are also a good idea, just ask the cabin crew for a cup of hot water. Peppermint (to stay awake), chamomile (to make you feel calm), and ginger (for nausea) are all perfect.
🛩 Neck pillows work wonders for international flights (bring a pillow case from home to go over said pillow. Keep it in your bag until the flight to stop it from getting gross). Eyemasks and ear plugs/noise cancelling headphones are a good idea too.
🛩 Bring a cashmere wrap, or small cashmere blanket on board. Audrey Hepburn always had one throughout the years to keep her comfy on film sets and planes.
🛩 Try to pee before getting on the plane
🛩 Drink lots of water and bring a lip balm, small moisturiser, or even a couple of sheet masks, as the cabin air is quite dry. Food and drink high in electrolytes, such as nuts, tomato juice, sunflower and pumpkin seeds, coconut water, and sports drinks like Gatorade and Powerade also help combat dehydration. You can bring electrolyte tablets instead if you want.
🛩 Compression socks can help prevent your legs swelling and bruising.
🛩 Pay attention to the safety demonstration, and know how many rows away your seat is from the nearest exit (which may be behind or before you).
🛩 Download the Timeshifter app (for Apple and Android) to help combat jet lag. I can't recommend it enough.
🛩 If you choose to drink alcohol, remember that one drink on the ground is two in the sky. You will feel the alcohol a lot more when flying due to the altitude and cabin pressure.
🛩 Pass the time by reading a book with beautiful prose or listening to some relaxing music (Part 2 has links to sites you can use to download literature and music).
🛩 When you start the climb to cruising altitude, chew some gum to stop you ears popping. Pinching your nose shut and trying very hard to breathe out of your nose helps alleviate ear pressure/pain.
🛩 Bring hand sanitiser or antibacterial wipes if the airline allows them (Naomi Campbell is in the habit of disinfecting her entire seat!)
🛩 Turbulence is normal and has never crashed a plane. If you get nervous, close your eyes and pretend you're on a bus/car. It will feel like you're just driving over a bumpy road.
🛩 Be nice to airline and airport employees. Even if things are going wrong, it’s usually not their fault. Being nice can get you better service sometimes (meal vouchers during delays, better seats, an earlier flight, etc.).
🛩 If you're travelling alone, and planning to sleep on your flight, ask the ticket counter when you check in if you can be put in an empty row. When you get to the gate, ask if the row is still empty, and if it's not, to be moved to an empty row. Take some melatonin and a night time ibuprofen after your meal, lay across the row, and get some sleep.
🛩 Don't sleep with your legs crossed.
🛩 Changing into pyjamas on a night time flight will make the flight comfier, and you'll feel refreshed when you change back into your street clothes.
🛩 Meditate. Or close your eyes and just breathe. Take advantage of the fact that you are miles away from your everyday life, and no one can find you.
🛩 When flying private, act casual. Asking where the flight is departing from is acceptable. Asking "Wow! Is this yours?" is not.
🛩 And most importantly, enjoy your trip!
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tips and tricks I have learned in my 9 years of being mostly bedridden from ME/CFS
the first 5 years of illness was a battle and hellscape I physically dont have the capacity to process emotionally and if thats were your at as well your incredible friend, I have finally managed to get security payments and a place to live (much to be desired but its way way away from the dire circumstances I was under for years. my heart goes out to those in situations I was in)
Tip number 1:
-reframing and restructuring my goals and expectations
I was able to do this by saying that sick me is different then able bodied me. Sick me is accomplished for each day they make it to the next day. It also comes from recognizing the ‘idols’ or those that came before me in my same position and looking up to them and gleaning their knowledge. Jessica Kellegren-Fozard has been this idol for me. She goes about life with grace, love and wonder and has taught me alot on how to navigate a disabled life and to love it and have fun with it.
tip 2:
-discovering what limits my body has and keeping within those parameters (no matter how pitiful or limited it may feel) staying inside the limits means I can do more overall and refrain from boom and bust crashes
tip 3:
-REST DAYS. what an abled bodied person can accomplish in a day I might be able to do in a week. Do something one day then the next day rest. Rinse and repeat.
tip 4:
-if you ignored rest days or simply find yourself in a crash the adrenaline kick you get that makes you feel like you have energy and should do something is a trap, rest. Rest day for you! If you’ve rested and rested and rested and feel the worst youve ever felt and so hopeless that youll never return to even your base line that is the day before you are actually getting better, keep resting and cheer yourself on and comfort yourself your doing amazing.
tip 5:
-get any aid device you feel you need, (even if you feel like well maybe I dont need it maybe im just exaggerating. No. If it’s reasonably priced or you can get it through other means do. Aids are great) I love my cane. I love my rollater. Love my eyemask. Love my eyepatch. Love my shower stool. Love my sunglasses. Love my stand that holds my phone. Love my medicine bag. Love my trays that hold my miscellaneous aid tools. Love my humidifier and heater. Love my weighted blanket. Love my fidget toys and my kalimba. Would love to see if an oxygen tank might help not sure on how to go about that yet and would love a wheelchair but would need a motorized one and cant afford it (also for me I wouldn’t be able to use it much because i cant sit up for long)
tip 6:
-drinking electrolytes after my roughly weekly shower. This was a game changer for me really helped recovery rest day. Coconut water, lemon juice, gatorade, salt water, all good choices.
tip 7:
-celebrating my accomplishments. I choose to do this on the ‘birth’ of my sick self. The date of my illness was very clear and its a date I wont forget so why not make it a party to celebrate what Ive done throughout the year. Always when I approach this day I feel so down on myself because it often feels like I do literally nothing but lay in bed but when I actively go through the months and things I did on top of the victory of surviving another year I find Ive done much more then I give credit for and im so proud of myself.
tip 8:
-my weighted blanket is the greatest thing in the world. (This one may not apply for others as it can be rough to manage the heft but for me whose been an insomniac my entire life this absolutely changed my life and I can not sleep any other way, I feel like a door to door ((floor to floor)) salesman because all I want to do is share the good news)
tip 9:
-gaming has made a big impact for my social and emotional health and im very pleased and surprised by how much it has a positive effect. Very fortunately I was able to buy a device for a form fitting keypad and mouse its really great and made gaming possible with less pain.
tip 10:
-Keep a few food bars/snacks by bed.
this concludes my list off the top of my head. my eyes are getting tired now so I shall rest. Rest well other chronically ill friends!
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By all gecko anatomy means lyman does and should NOT have eyelids, Granted i have drawn him with closed eyes like..... once? [it was also the first scaraman drawing..ever made] so i'd like to say he does not. he cannot close his eyes
what a uh........what a beautiful....face sleeping next to you...scarab is a uh.....lucky man [scarab gifts lyman an eyemask..for their 1 year aniversary. it disturbed him too much. [yes lyman sleeps like a dog]
now this DOES beg the question,,,i like to draw him squinting and such,,,,,,anatomicaly how is he doing that with no eyelid?!?!?
ITS SIMPLE!! ......
he's shapeshifting and manually forcing his eyesockets to conform to that shape .....you can hear his bones move when he does it.
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holds out hands . may i hear your oc lore
since this is a sequel to this unanswered ask from my main
ill give you my agents (and 2 related ocs) bc giving you all the ocs in one post will be really hard i have SO MANY. too many. ANYWAY sillies under cut!!!
lets start with 3 because thats where the timeline starts
heres a p old timeline drawing thingy that still holds up i think
yeah just read through it. holds up. three is mostly the target of self projection lmao.
smore fun facts ab them:
they were team callie in the s1 final fest
they are wildly competitive
they sleep with an eyemask on bc the scrred eye glows in the dark (it bothers eight)
they value abilities over looks on gear so most their outfits are atrocious unless someone forces them to look good.
they can speak octarian
if they had a penny for every time they let an octarian who just got to inkopilis live with them theyd have two pennies. which isnt a lot but its weird it happened twice right?
which brings us to the next one which is actually an octoling oc i made back in like 2016??? def splatoon 1 era. shes been redesigned a bajillion times but the story is mostly the same. after the octavio fight she is also one of those octos who tried to get to inkopolis. this one was found by three who was like. i jave no idea what ur saying ur coming with the the old man totes knows octarian from his divorce. this n that and they teach eachother language and culture and its sweet and cool and they probabyl had some wlw stuff going on until 3 had a wholeass gender crisis
this is her btw. the drawing on the right is more up to date. im still thinking of renaming her. ill never find a name that fits. her original name was marianna but thats too close to marina!!!!!
shes also a fashion designer! she likes to use traditional octarian or military designs in her clothes. her pieces are not meant for turf wars though. shes still in close contact with three, and they hang out a lot. she wants to get three to ask the squid sisters if they could wear some of her clothes on a splatfest. three forgets.
next up!!!!! agent 4. i have two of those. they independently became agent 4 and then unrelatedly also became college roommates.
hash is more of a canon adjacent agent 4. poser, loser, really dramatic and really loud. kidna does whatever they want and also likes to leave graffitti on the kettles they clear. theyre also an only child. they also call marie mom jsut to annoy her. also their hairstyle is the bob in the front but the back is spiky/shaved. theyre a silly lil punk.
ikarus is a cynical asshole. and also a self centered poser whos set on looking cool for whoevers watching. he has 2 younger siblings and 1 older sister. hes from outside greater inkopolis, thinks hes better than the in city inkopolitans but behaves the exact same. he sucks i love him. he really looks up to n respects marie bc she reminds him of his elder sister. his fav brand is toni kensa
ikarus got the agent job first, n got rlly mad when they found out that theres another agent 4 bc he didnt show up enough nd marie just hired someone else. they share a uniform. they try to annoy eachother by puttinf the weirdest smelling stuff in the uniform b4 leaving it at the canyon. when talking ab em as agent 4 i like to use #4 for hash and n°4 for ikarus
the two also have a 3rd roommate
she doesnt have a name though. and if she does i forgot it :(
the three actually make a pretty good unit in their apartement. hash and ikarus only find out theyre both agent 4 when its time for the boss fight and both of them show up to get it done with. theyre both very competitive. they end up fighting over it and hash wins. ikarus is on the truck w sheldon and marie and is yelling insults at the battlefield until marie shuts him up so she can sing.
thw three roommates also always do salmon run shifts together. if they fuck up on a wave they always blame it on the one freelancer. yes they also kiss.
for eight i actually made this ref here recently!
theyve always been really fascinated with inklings and also were going to become an engineer before running off and landing in the metro.
they are very well spoken but also pretty shy. they try to make a good impression on people. finds it hard to trust others.
it took a while until he got used to sleeping in a bed. still sleeps with an eye open sometimes. its a habit.
theyre usualyl the one forcing three into at least okay looking clothes. oh also this tall loser likes to wear heels n platforms. hes literally taller than marina and still wears heels.
he actually started learning inklish back in octo valley from really outdated books. after coming to inkopolis hes been given a buncha annotated language books from marina (and from three, who still had the ones they used w the other octo girlie). but they still end up using some really old phrases and words that kinda leave some people perplexed.
oh also they're not THAT good at fighting (they were never a soldier) theyre smart and persistent though. still ended up severely in debt w pearl bc of the metro. pearl offered he can just work as stage crew for off the hook for a few tours or so and theyre good. he took the offer immediately bc bro barely got income to repay that all normally.
#whew that was barely organized but ummm yayyyy thats them!!!!#i have WAY more ocs but these are the agentssss#keep asks coming!!!!!#agent 4#agent 3#agent 8#ikarus#hash#eight#three#splatoon agent ocs#splatoon agents#new squidbeak splatoon#splatoon oc#splatoon#fin scratching
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CYRIL MY BOY: 💥, 💢, 💤, 🌙, 📣, 📸, 🌠, ☄️, 🍃
💥 COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?
Sadness + Fear don't really come easy to him, which isn't that he doesn't feel them but that they're often changed into anger and frustration before he can figure out what he's feeling. If someone scares him he's going to go straight to trying to hurt them so he feels in control again.
💢 ANGER - what are some habits they have that will take some getting used to?
Way too many. His less heinous ones that the average person could get used to are probably his annoying etiquette rules he picked up from being English and also a Tzimisce. Forcing people to take their shoes off at the door, making tea before conversation even if nobody can actually drink it, insisting that he gets something for his guests and getting annoyed if they don't take him up on his offer. He's also an advocate for people "talking properly"... Terrible.
💤 SLEEPING - do they fall asleep easily? what helps them sleep?
Going to disregard Canon a little wrt how vampires sleep because I don't fully know it. I think he has a routine before bed and it's very slightly silly, but it helps him drift off, he has pyjamas that are different than a lounging set and also wears a dressing gown. He probably reads a book a bit before putting on an eyemask (his room is pitch black without the lights on anyway) and going to sleep. If he was still alive he would have big glass of water on the bedside.
If he's home during the night he also takes dad naps occasionally.
🌙 MOON - what is your oc's greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?
He's basically insane and just really wants to turn into a dragon ever since he found out that it's possible. It's his biggest goal at the moment and he hasn't told a single other person that this is his endgoal. He's absolutely willing to do ANYTHING but he doesn't think he's going to get a positive reception from anyone so at the moment he's keeping his head down until he gets enough power that he doesn't have to worry about people getting in his way.
📣 MEGAPHONE - how loud are they? what do they speak like? got a voice claim?
Not loud per se, but definitely has a clear voice. He used to talk in lecture halls so he knows how to project without screaming. Talks calmly for the most part and when he's annoyed or angry the volume doesn't change, just the emphasis on words. I'm terrible with voice claims 😭 maybe something like jk simmons? Idfk
📸 CAMERA - do they enjoy having their picture taken? what's their go-to pose? do they like taking photos? what do they take photos of?
Cameras... Aren't exactly novel to him but they are one of the pieces of technology he's actually familiar with. I don't imagine he likes having his photo taken, with him trying to keep a relatively low profile in regards to mortals. He probably has some much older ones laying around for sentimental reasons though. I can imagine he takes photos of his reptiles for his own purposes and still uses a film camera.
🌠 SHOOTING STAR - if they could make any wish with no repercussions, what wish would they make?
Well first of all he would call bullshit, and ask how it's even possible for that to happen. Then if given cold hard proof, he would expertly engineer a flawless sentence to say to the wish granter because he is aware of the monkeys paw trope. Then he would probably just wish for the same thing in his answer for 🌙, or wish for no more hindrances if he really wants to figure it out himself.
☄️ COMET - what do people assume about them? are they right?
People who don't know his clan will assume that he's uptight and a killjoy, because of his archaic way of talking and his mannerisms, but really he's just being overly polite because of his personal convictions. He enjoys the unconventional and pushing boundaries, even if he doesn't always phrase things correctly.
If they know he's a Tzimisce, then all their assumptions are probably right. He's proud of his work and enjoys the process, with everything that implies.
🍃 FALLING LEAF - do they enjoy being in nature? what is their favourite outdoor activity?
He did before being embraced, used to go on expeditions quite often to other countries and do the whole travelling to remote areas to camp and look for wildlife. Obviously it hasn't been possible for him to do this for over 100 years now and it's probably one of the things he does actually miss about being alive. Being stuck in London doesn't exactly lend itself to experiences in nature and Ohio doesn't have any reptiles, so he's just had to fill his home with them instead.
He'd go camping in current day if he didn't take massive psychic damage from it.
#cyril merricks#long post#ask game#harbingerofskulls#THANK YOU...#as always. hope this makes sense because im not reading it again#vtm oc
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Scarlet Lady: Vanisher
Directory | Evillustrator
'Twas the second night after Evillustrator, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
Well, actually, Chloé Bourgeois was snoring hard enough to resemble a saw eating its way through a large pine. Not that she could hear herself.
There was also Tikki, who had her own refuge on a pillow over Chloé's dresser, sleeping, and perchance dreaming of being in her rightful place and possibly of cookies.
The window sinisterly creaked as it was pushed open from the outside.
And, suddenly... there was a third individual in the room.
“Heheheh,” a sugary voice giggled, sugary to the point of malice. “You won't see this one coming, Chloé.”
And then, the owner of the voice leaned back.
“AHAHAHAHAHA!” the voice laughed, evil pouring through every vowel and consonant.
And, from her pillow, an awakened kwami hid, scared of the sudden intruder – and unable to act, lest she blow Chloé's secret identity wide open.
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VRR VRR
Chlóe blinked from underneath her eye mask as the cellphone vibration penetrated through her ears and into her sleepy mind, and she blindly reached out with one hand.
“Mmm... what?”
She pulled off the mask while checking the phone, and was shocked when she saw its contents.
7:50
Tuesday January 14
YOU'RE LATE
Rubbing her eyes out, and wiping the drool that had accumulated at the corner of her mouth, Chloé Bourgeois growled.
“Why the heck didn't Jean-Claude wake me up?” She tossed her eyemask aside and run to grab her clothes for the day. “He knows I don't do fashionably late. Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!”
In a matter of minutes, she was wearing a dress – fashionable, yet easy to put on in seconds – and had her shoes and purse of the day picked and in place.
“Honestly, I'm surrounded by incompetents,” she complained.
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She sure likes the sound of her own voice, the voice hidden behind the mirror thought.
Not that that was a surprise.
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“Settle down, class,” Mlle. Mendeleiev stated. “Since it's a quiz day, we won't be switching rooms.”
Only minor grumbling spread from the students: they had known they had a quiz today, but it was still bothersome to try to deal with them.
The door suddenly opened, hitting the wall with a resounding SLAM!
“AH!” Mylène screamed.
“OH MY GAWD! You will not believe my morning!” Chloé yelled as she entered, completely uncaring of her interruption of class. “Daddy called a staff meeting out of nowhere, so I didn't get breakfast! And my driver never showed up, so I had to walk!”
She huffed, and everyone else naturally remained silent as she spoke, clearly hanging on her words.
“It's like the world is against me!”
“Ahem,” the teacher said, ignoring the fact that she was still talking, and shut the door. “Anyway, let's get started.”
She then received a message on her cellphone.
“Class, we have an emergency broadcast from the Mayor.”
“Daddy?” Chloé asked, surprised, as her father showed up on screen. He seemed to be close to crying, and underneath him, read the words Chloé Bourgeois attaquée!
What?
“Please, citizens of Paris! If you know anything about my daughter's whereabouts, please step forward!”
“Huh?” It didn't make sense. “What's he on about, I'm right–”
“Wait, she's just not absent?” Kanté asked, and she turned around to notice no one was looking at her.
“I thought it was quiet today,” Kurtzberg said, clearly not caring about her.
“Ha!” the super liar laughed.
“What?! You idiots, I'm right here!” she yelled, top of her voice even.
But no one paid attention to her, even as she tried to go face to face with Adrikins.
“What, you still haven't figured it out, Chloé?”
“SHIT!” she shouted.
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She had forced herself to remain hidden for as long as the Akuma remained in Chloé's room, hoping Chloé would return from wherever she was now, but the moment she left, it was obvious that Chloé was no longer here.
And whatever the Akuma had done to her...
… it rendered Chloé inaccessible.
So, she only had one choice left.
“I have to warn Master Fu!” she said, flying as fast as she could.
The Guardian was probably the only person who could help right now.
And, hopefully, Chat Noir would seek his support as well.
Because it was the only way they could avoid disaster this time.
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In front of Chloé stood a girl that seemed to be made of Bohême crystal that had several tonalities as the light of the sun twisted about her. From her hair, to the tips of her very pointy feet – which reminded Chloé of that 'compass' thing Sabrina used to draw circles while doing her maths homework – it was all made of crystal, even looking symmetrical. The two things that stood out were her fingers – which seemed to be not attached to this girl's hand – and a brooch in the form of a flower, one that twigged at something in Chloé's mind.
“What... what are...”
“I'm Vanisher! An apt name, since it's what I did to you,” the Akuma said, and suddenly she smiled, and that smile also twigged at something. “No one can see or hear you. Like you 'vanished'! I was nice enough to 'vanish' your clothes so you could change, too.”
Vanisher then picked a piece of chalk with her floating fingers, and her smile turned malicious.
“After all, you can't interact with the real world... but I can.”
And quickly, she began to paint on the blackboard.
All of it unflattering drawings of her.
As an elephant.
As a moustached woman.
As a rat.
As a deer doing... unnameable things.
“HEY!” she yelled, angry.
“AHH!” someone shouted from behind her.
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It seemed like the door forcefully opening with no one at the other side had not been the last poltergeist event of the day, because suddenly a piece of chalk had started to float and making funny drawings of Chloé, leaving the students somewhere between being scared and laughing.
“What is going on?!” Mlle. Mendeleiev asked, being unsure of what could cause something like this.
“A ghost?!” Nino suggested.
“An Akuma!” Adrien said. In this time and place, if something unnatural or really strange happened, it was likely the work of Hawkmoth and whoever he had hoodwinked into working for him.
“What kind of Akuma is that?!” Mlle. Mendeleiev insisted.
“One that tells the truth,” Lila said in a mocking tone, fistbumping Nathaniel, her desk partner. The boy was still smarting over the events from a few days earlier, so he celebrated anything that mocked Chloé.
Mlle. Mendeleiev sighed, holding her glasses.
“Okay, you know the drill. Class is cancelled.”
“Yay!” The class unanimously declared.
“I'm grading you twice as hard for the extra day!” she declared.
“AWW!”
Adrien paid no mind to the goings on as he ran out of the door. He had an Akuma to deal with!
----
André Bourgeois was a man on a mission!
That mission was to summon the aid of Paris' people and its heroes, in finding his beloved daughter!
Thus, he had called TVi to make an announcement, and now he stood in front of City Hall, speaking to a camera and journalist, as the onlookers filmed with their cellphones.
The further this went, the faster his daughter would be found, he was certain!
“To attack Chloé is to attack the Mayor, and therefore, Paris!” he strongly declared. He had a double image to show, the strong mayor and the caring father of a family!
Suddenly, everyone in front of him gasped, looking somewhere behind him, and he turned to see Chat Noir. Scarlet Lady wasn't with him, but he would take him, and he was certain she would show up – she had saved his Chloé when Roger was Akumatized, after all!
“I'll find the culprit, M. Bourgeois! I promise!” Chat Noir announced, and he gave him a bow.
“Oh, thank you, Chat Noir! I know you'll find mon trésor!” the Mayor said, giving a trembling smile. “Will Scarlet Lady be joining you?”
“Uh, not sure,” he honestly replied. “But I'll double my efforts in her place!”
Chat Noir couldn't help but feel as if someone was mocking him.
----
Done with mocking Chat Noir – which wasn't even worth the effort, since he didn't even know she was there, she turned away.
“Tell me anything you can, please,” she heard him ask Jean-who-cares.
“This is so annoying! Can't you bother someone else?!” she shouted, and suddenly she was shoved into the ground. “AH!”
“'Someone else'?”
She turned around on the ground, to see the Akuma standing over her, one of her pointy feet right about her stomach.
“Why would I go after 'someone else' … when you're the one who messed up, remember?”
“Impossible. I never mess up,” Chloé said, unable to understand what the Akuma was talking about.
For some reason, that made the Akuma angry.
----
“Mlle. was treating her friend Sabrina to lunch, to celebrate completing their physics project,” the butler told Chat Noir, remembering the events of the previous day.
Mademoiselle and Mlle. Raincomprix had been on the hotel lobby, thinking where they wanted to have their lunch. He had noted that Mlle. Raincomprix had been wearing a beret he knew Madmoiselle had bought just the other day.
That was when they found Nadja Chamack sitting at the lobby with Jagged Stone, the famous singer, one he knew Mademoiselle loved to listen to.
“Thanks for allowing me this exclusive interview about your new album, M. Stone!” the journalist said, as Jagged Stone kept his feet on the table.
“Jagged Stone!” Mademoiselle had exclaimed, something that M. Stone had clearly not liked at all, given his expression.
“Aw, man,” the singer had groaned, as Mademoiselle quickly rushed to sit next to the singer, even though even he could tell she was not invited.
“Nadja, as Scarlet Lady's BFF, I'm sure you'll want to interview me,” Mademoiselle had said, winking at the journalist... who seemed as out of her depth as M. Stone was with the sudden appearance of Mademoiselle.
“Huh?”
“Chloé, I'm your BFF, remember?!” Mlle. Raincomprix rushed to remind Mademoiselle, who only returned a most unkind look at Mlle. Raincomprix, before turning back to the journalist.
“Y-You know, we got mani-pedi's just yesterday!” Mademoiselle said, trying to laugh. He would not say it, but he knew it was false.
“You did not! We were working on our project!” Mlle. Raincomprix reminded Mademoiselle again, and Mademoiselle returned the same most unkind look at Mlle. Raincomprix.
As Mademoiselle run away from the couches, he still had time to hear what M. Stone said.
“That's the little psycho who almost poisoned me when I judged 'World's Greatest Chef'!”
The smile on the journalist's face, realizing that the Mayor's daughter had done something reprehensible, did not bide well for Mademoiselle's image.
Mademoiselle had remained silent after that, only to explode when she returned to her rooms.
“How could you embarrass me like that?!” she shouted at Mlle. Raincomprix.
“You embarrassed yourself! Didn't you learn anything from Lila?!” Mlle. Raincomprix replied, just as angry as Mademoiselle.
“Me and that liar are not the same!”
“Yes you are! You care more about your made-up friendship than about ours!”
That had seemed to cause something in Mademoiselle to snap.
“What friendship!? We are OVER!” she shouted, snatching the beret from Mlle. Raincomprix's head, who flinched.
“Ow!” Mademoiselle had hurt Mlle. Raincomprix in the process of taking the beret back.
“I don't want to see you! In fact, you should just disappear!” Mademoiselle finished, slamming her doors on Mlle. Raincomprix's face.
“Chloé!” Mlle. Raincomprix tried to say, but eventually she left, sad and angry in equal parts.
And that had been the last he had seen of the young lady.
----
“Thank you for your help!” Chat Noir told Jean, Chloé's butler, after he finished his tale, and Jean gave a bow.
“Of course, M. Noir,” he said, dignified, and Chat Noir waved before he made his way to an alley.
Well, he now had the victim and the cause of this situation. Now, he needed to find Scar so they could plan out how to track the Akuma and stop them.
However, when he called, just like the previous two times, she didn't pick up.
“Still no answer, why am I not surprised,” he grumbled. Seeing he had no leads right now, he didn't have much in the matter of options, so he had to do something else.
“Claws In,” he declared, and Adrien felt his costume vanish as Plagg came out of the Ring.
“Wohoo, this is a weird one!” the kwami declared, and Adrien picked a piece of cheese from its special pocket for Plagg to eat.
“Take your time, Plagg. We're gonna need some advice on this one,” Adrien replied, as Plagg joyfully (and messily) devoured the cheese.
----
“Daddy, I'm right here, pay attention to me!” she shouted, but it was as useful as telling Dupain-Cheng to stop tripping over herself. No one was looking at her! No one was p-paying any mind to her! Why didn't they turn to her?!?!
“Chloé! Where are you?!” her father yelled, ignoring that she was-s just behind her. “And all your clothes?! They were expensive!”
“EVERYONE, STOP IGNORING ME!” she shout-ted again.
She was ignored. Ignored. Ignored. Ignored.
----
Opening the door when Master Fu allowed him, Adrien quickly began to explain.
“Master Fu, I need some advi–” That was when he noticed that there was another kwami in the room – one that was red with black polka dots. “What is that.”
“Sugarcube!” Plagg joyfully exclaimed.
“Hello, Adrien,” the kwami said, slightly embarrassed. “I'm Tikki, the kwami of creation. Unfortunately, Scarlet Lady is unable to transform–”
And any kind of control he could muster just cracked to pieces.
“OH THAT'S JUST PERFECT!” he screamed. “Of course she can't help, she didn't help the last two Akumas, color me shocked!”
Meanwhile, Plagg's cat self showed up as he quickly began to groom Tikki with his tongue, purring all the way around her.
“Tikki, can't you just help from now on!?” Adrien shouted, ignoring the two kwamis.
“According to the rules, I have to say no,” Tikki replied, apologetically.
“DAMMIT!” Adrien yelled, kneeling on the ground before going into a fetal position, completely spent and breaking over how much he had had to deal with over the past few months – and the one time he could finally do something without dealing with Scar, he just learned he would be unable to hold onto it.
“Now, now, worry not. I have a plan,” Master Fu said in a calm voice, patting Adrien's head. “Just keep investigating the hotel. I'll send you help, so take Tikki with you. Oh, but do not use Lucky Charm. Cleansing Spell only.”
“Huh?” Adrien asked. “Why not? What if we need–”
“No, no,” Tikki interrupted. “He's right.”
She had already seen another Chat Noir getting buried under a zillion Lucky Charms.
She didn't care to repeat the experience.
----
“Hard to investigate when I'm not sure what I'm looking for...” Chat Noir muttered, with Tikki also looking around while hiding in his hair.
“Stupid cat, stay out of my room!” C-hloé yell-ed, forgett-ing once more no one w-as p-aying attention to HER.
----
The bell above the door dinged as a new customer entered.
“Bon aprés-midi, monsieur!” Sabine Cheng greeted the smiling man.
“Bonjour,” Master Fu replied, noting that young Marinette was aiding her parents by moving some buns on a platter.
Good. He had failed once in giving her a Miraculous.
He would not fail this time.
----
“Please... someone... pay attention to me!” Chlo-é begg-ed.
No-one had talk-ed to her. No one had loo-ked at her. She l-ived for at-tent-tion. Wh-y was no one doing as s-he s-a-i-d?
Behind Chloé, Vanisher laughed at her target's utter misery.
“HAHAHA! Oh, this is too perfect!” the Akuma said, enjoying Chloé's breakdown, as Hawkmoth spoke to her.
“I'm glad you're having fun, Vanisher. Now, it's time to honor our deal,” he pointed out, and Vanisher pulled out Chloé's phone.
“You're absolutely right, Hawkmoth.” Her smirk became malicious once again. “I just need to make a stir.”
Chloé shook in fear before her.
Yes, this will be fun.
----
After washing up, Marinette climbed up to her bedroom, wondering what she could do now. With classes cancelled, she had no homework to do, and she was up to date in all her projects.
“Thank you for helping, chérie!”
“No problem, Maman!” she said, before turning on her computer. Perhaps she could check if Chat Noir had finally stopped the Akuma?
However, as she turned to the news, she found Nadja Chamack with a serious face.
“... still no sign of Mlle. Bourgeois...”
“Sabrina hasn't turned up either...” she mused. Had Sabrina also been taken by this Akuma? Or was she the Akuma?
That was when she noticed something.
A box.
Wooden, hexagonal, very ornated and beautiful.
And most definitely not something she owned.
Much less something that was there when she left her room.
Someone had dropped this box here while she wasn't looking.
“What is this doing here...?” she wondered, carefully opening it to reveal a golden hair comb with nine teeth, topped with the stylized design of a bee. It was a very beautiful object, but she wasn't certain of why it was in her–
“Hello, My Queen!”
“WAH!”
She almost fell off her chair.
The one who had just spoken was a small creature that was floating at around her eyes' height. It shone with golden skin, which was covered in black stripes. Its little arms and feet were also black, and around its neck was a something that resembled a furry small scarf.
The most shocking feature, however, were its eyes, which had a deep blue color that resembled her own, only it was her sclera instead of the iris.
And the little creature was smiling widely.
“How may I please you, My Queen?” it asked again.
“My–! You! Wait!” She realized what the creature was. She had seen one like it – her, judging by the voice – before. “You... you're like Plagg, right?”
“I'm a kwami, yes. Pollen of the Bee Miraculous of Subjugation.” The kwami – Pollen – landed on her desk, next to the box. “You've been chosen to fight Hawkmoth.”
She felt her jaw drop.
“WHAT?! ME?!”
“You will help Chat Noir and Scarlet Lady defeat Akumas!”
Something clicked.
“I can help Chat Noir?” she asked, crouching to keep the little kwami at eye's height.
“Heehee!” Pollen giggled, as she considered the situation.
Chat Noir had begged her to stop helping fighting Akumas. And, as much as it had pained her, she had promised.
But... that was a promise Marinette Dupain-Cheng had made.
If she used this Miraculous, she would no longer be Marinette Dupain-Cheng.
Picking the beautiful hair comb, she carefully hooked it on a side of her hair, and realized it had transformed: instead of gold, the teeth now seemed to be rose gold instead. Not much of a difference, but still noticeable.
“You're absolutely sure this is meant for me?” she asked, still doubting.
“Of course!” Pollen cheered up. “The Guardian chose you specifically!”
“And I can help...” Marinette replied, still thinking of the important part of how she could now help her Chat Noir, when her cellphone buzzed.
Picking it up, she saw Chloé had somehow sent a message to everyone in her contact list... or someone had. Because the message was an image of Chloé, clearly scared out of her mind, surrounded by petals and broken vases, as she tried to stop whoever was taking the photo from doing something bad.
“Looks like my help is needed sooner than I thought,” Marinette said. She could recognize this photo had been taken from Le Grand Paris' lobby.
She had the place. She had the time.
Now, she only needed the information.
“Pollen, tell me what I need to know!”
Pollen hummed, and began to speak.
----
Chat Noir had quickly arrived to the hotel lobby, but all he could find were broken vases, and yellow flowers destroyed, with their petals flittering about the ground as the air flow blew around them.
“The pictures were in the lobby, but no one's here!” he commented, mostly for Tikki's benefit, even if he was confused. “What's going on?”
“BEHIND YOU, STUPID CAT!” Chloé yelled, still forgetting that no one could hear her in this state.
He can't hear you or see me, Chloé! Vanisher gleefully thought, getting closer to the Black Cat Hero, silently walking even as the petals around her slightly moved. Chat Noir, who wasn't looking in that direction, didn't notice. He won't know what–
“CHAT NOIR, LOOK OUT!”
Above Chat Noir's head, a yellow and black object flew, tied to a rope, and as he turned, he saw it strike thin air, which swiftly transformed into a glass figure that had to be the Akuma.
“OW!” the Akuma shouted in pain.
“WHAT?!” Chat Noir shouted in shock.
“WHAT WAS THAT–!” Chloé shouted in bewilderment.
The object – a spinning top – flew into a black gloved hand, which quickly grasped it in one fluid movement.
“What the HECK?” Chloé yelled.
Black shoes with golden soles and furry black ankle bands.
Above them, golden leggings with two black stripes mid-thigh.
“A Bee...” Chat Noir noted.
A shirt that went from golden with a black stripe right under the ribs, to black with golden stripes across the neck and arms, and golden furry wristbands.
Hair held together in two thick pigtails, resembling a bee's abdomen.
“SUPERHEROINE?!” Vanisher shouted.
And, behind a black-and-gold domino mask... blue eyes that showed determination.
Protection.
Power.
Subjugation of her enemies.
“WHO ARE YOU?” the witnesses yelled.
----
Hawkmoth was stunned. He hadn't expected the arrival of yet another Miraculous wielder to the scene. And another who was linked to the heroes, no less.
As such, his usual control over his emotions slipped.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!” he shouted. Unfortunately, Nathalie heard him, and promptly reminded him that the one at the other end of the connection was a teenager.
“GABRIEL! LANGUAGE!”
----
“Careful, Chat Noir!” the Bee heroine said. “She can turn invisible!”
“TSK!” Frustrated at her main power being revealed, Vanisher promptly went invisible again. Knowing that a strike could come at any point, Chat Noir quickly went back-to-back with the newcomer, and both of them began to twirl their weapons to cut off any approach.
“So, you're the 'help' I was told about?” he asked, a bit skeptical.
“Yes! I can stun her if we can get close enough!” she replied.
“How do you plan on doing that?”
The Bee heroine looked around, and realized that the lobby still had multiple vases full of marigold flowers.
“I have a pretty good idea now,” she said, remembering how she had noticed Vanisher the first time. Quickly, she began to grab a vase after another, and threw flowers all over the floor, until there was nowhere that could be stepped on without disturbing one of the flowers. “There! Keep your eyes peeled!”
Chat Noir quickly began to look around for any sign of the Akuma, until he noticed some of the flowers, to his back and right, were moving – and it was clearly not the air doing so.
“THERE!” Quickly, he turned around, swinging his baton, and was rewarded when he struck something that wasn't there.
“AH!” Vanisher screamed, coming back into view and showing several cracks along her body.
“VENOM!” the Bee heroine said. Her spinning top spun above her hand, and a hole opened on it, allowing her to put her hand in. The spinning top, it seemed, could also be used as a short weapon for a touché.
And when the tip of the top struck Vanisher, she became paralyzed.
Like, completely paralyzed.
“Wow, I didn't think you meant literally stun,” Chat Noir commented, as she grabbed the brooch.
“What do we do with the Akuma?” she asked. Without Scarlet Lady, purifying the Akuma would be impossible.
“I'll take that~” Chat Noir said, breaking the brooch in two, and when the black butterfly came out, Tikki flew from within Chat Noir's hair and swallowed the butterfly whole.
“Mwaculush...” Tikki said, speaking through her full mouth. “BLADYBUB!”
And out of the kwami came a torrent of ladybugs.
A tsunami of ladybugs.
Many more than Scarlet Lady had ever created in one go.
Before they could react beyond shock, both heroes were pushed back, and ended up plastered against the windows, as the number of ladybugs was such that the lobby – the entire building, even – could barely contain them.
Had Master Fu been there, he would have informed them that this was why wielders were necessary – so as to act as a filter for how much power the Miraculous sent out. Without a wielder, all the kwami could provide was unrestricted demonstration of their power; in Tikki's case, it was unrestricted creation. Such as now.
Still, they did their job, and after a few moments every sign of the fight between heroes and Akuma had gone. Chloé was restored to reality, and Sabrina became deakumatized.
----
Sabrina woke up. The last thing she could remember was her anger and pain as she returned home. She had known the moment would come, but it had still been a shock when Chloé hurt her and told her to disappear just because she was trying to keep her from being attacked like Lila had been.
And now, she was back in Le Grand Paris and its lobby, but this time...
“Huh? What happened?” she wondered, as she looked around. “So many ladybugs...?”
Had something happened to Scarlet Lady?
“YOU HAPPENED!”
It was Chloé, and she looked angry.
“You're such a wuss you became an Akuma and attacked your best friend!”
It was so easy for someone to bring Chloé's anger out that Sabrina barely cared anymore.
But this time... this time she was angry, too.
She had warned Chloé that she was in her last chance.
And Chloé had wasted it.
“You are not my friend,” she declared.
“Excuse you, I am the one breaking up with you!”
Even in this, she still thought it was all about herself.
“Either way, we're not friends, stupid!”
They had been friends – or 'friends' – for most of a decade.
Sabrina thought it would hurt more.
But, instead... it felt liberating.
----
In the depths of his lair, Hawkmoth thundered.
His Akuma had that Cat in her eyesight. She had nearly struck him down!
Instead...
“This was hard enough when it was just that damn Scarlet Lady, but now they have a bee with a one-hit K.O.?! I'm getting that damn comb!”
From her seat, Nathalie rolled her eyes.
Yeah, because you have such a good track record with that.
----
Marinette extended her arm, fist closed, ready to celebrate with Chat Noir for defeating the Akuma.
“Bien joué!” she exclaimed.
However... Chat Noir didn't bump a fist with her. He was holding a sick Tikki on his hand.
“So, what do I call you, New-Bee?” he asked.
“My stomach,” poor Tikki said.
“Oh! Um...” she said. She hadn't come up with a name for herself! Looking around, she saw the marigold flowers she had used to help defeat Vanisher, and realized it was good. “How about Marigold?”
Chat Noir's answer was nothing like she had expected.
“Well, thanks for the help, Marigold,” he said, waving goodbye with a serious expression as he left.
She felt her heart breaking just a bit from how dismissive he was of her. She had been looking forward to finally helping Chat Noir as a heroine... and he had barely acknowledged her.
“Sure...” she whispered, as several journalists suddenly entered the lobby, cameras and microphones in hand.
“MISS!”
“Can we have a word?!”
----
Tikki had – just barely – managed to drag herself back to Chloé's room, where she laid on a pillow, knowing that if she got jostled again, she was going to have another episode.
And it wasn't going to be as pretty as the ladybugs flitting about the room.
“TIKKI!” And, of course, who else? “Where've you been?! There's ladybugs everywhere, what did you do?!”
Yeah, it didn't look like Chloé was up to actually be thankful for being rescued from an Akuma.
“Please, Chloé. Shut up. Ughhhhh.”
----
Night had fallen over Paris, and the word on the news was of the new heroine that had stepped up to help rescue Chloé Bourgeois in the eleventh hour.
And, in the highest room at the Dupain-Cheng's house, a girl and her kwami were also involved in a discussion about it.
“Marigold is a perfect name!” Pollen declared. “'Herb of the sun', representing passion and creativity! But also often cruelty and grief – traits often associated with revered queens!”
“Does it really?” Marinette asked, feeling chagrined over the unknown aspects of her chosen hero name. “We really need to talk about this 'Queen' thing.”
Someone tapped on the trapdoor to her terrace. This time of the day – or night – and in that place, there was only one person who could be it.
“Pollen, hide the comb!” she said, taking off her Miraculous and handing it to the kwami, before she climbed the stairs to find the expected.
“Chat Noir?”
“Hey, princess.”
Marinette felt herself blushing as she climbed out into the terrace and approached her hero.
“W-What are you doing here?” she asked, surprised.
“I'm here to thank you,” he replied.
“Thank me?”
Had he somehow divined she was Marigold?
Instead, he pulled out a peach rose from behind his back, and offered it to her.
“You kept your promise and stayed out of the Akuma fight,” he said, gently smiling.
“O-Oh, right!” She picked her flower, and, pulled her hair behind an ear. She smiled back even as the blush threatened to overtake her face. “I was a little worried, but then that Bee hero showed up to help! Lucky, huh?”
“I guess.”
The dismissive answer felt like something was jabbing her in the head, like in those manga books Adrien liked (she had been curious about what he spoke about, don't judge her!).
You guess!? she thought.
“Something wrong with the new girl, Chat Noir?” she asked, reminding herself that she shouldn't punch her hero in the face.
“Not really, it's just...” He looked melancholic now, as he looked outside, towards the city. “Between dealing with Scarlet Lady for so long, and that... disaster with Volpina... I just can't let myself rely on anyone.”
“Oh, Chaton...”
Her heart instantly melted. She should have realized it: after dealing with Scarlet Lady for four months already, with no help except that of herself as a civilian, it was natural that her Chat Noir felt apprehensive about someone else showing up out of nowhere! She had to reassure him!
“I understand, but please try to give her a chance,” she gently said. “She seems to genuinely want to help.”
“Hm...” he mumbled, but then he picked her hand. “If she's got your recommendation, I suppose I can give her a shot.”
And he kissed her hand, just as gently and gallantly as ever. Now, she just needed to show him that his faith would not be in vain.
----
Marinette realized, when Pollen mentioned being hungry, that she didn't know what to give her. From what Plagg had mentioned in the little time they had had together, each kwami had a particular food they needed for recharging after using their special power. Plagg's was cheese. But, Pollen's?
“So, what do you like to eat? Honey? Sugar?” she asked, pulling out a sugar cube. “F-Flower pollen?”
“Chili peppers!” Pollen announced. Marinette blinked.
“Huh?!”
----
Chloé entered the classroom, ready to put the mess from the previous day behind. She was back as this stupid class's Queen!
“Hello, peasants! I have returned, safe and sound!” she declared.
Nobody cared.
“They finished so quickly!” Alya said, showing the others something in her phone.
“Did they catch her name?” Nathaniel asked.
“I hope she comes back!” Rose said.
“Uh, hellooo!” Chloé interrupted, waving a hand. “I said I'm back, you know!”
“Oh, Chloé,” Alya said, and Chloé was ready to bask on – “Got any info on the new heroine?”
“NO!” Why should she have any information on a wannabee hogger! “Who cares about her?!”
Just then, Marinette entered the classroom, and Alya's sharp eyes immediately zeroed in on something new, hanging from one side of her friend's hair.
“Whoa girl! New bee accesory?! Does that mean–!”
“O-ho!” Marinette interrupted, and carefully took something out of her bag and laid it on her table. “I was so inspired by the new hero that I tried resin casting! Take your pick!”
On the table lied an assortment of jewelry and accessories, all of them following the same theme as the hair comb in Marinette's hair, and the girls quickly turned to it.
“Thanks, Marinette!” Rose said, eyeing the bracelet.
“These look so good!” Mylène said as she tried the headband.
Ha! I stayed up all night, but now no one will suspect me! Marinette thought. Her eyes felt sandy, and she knew she had eyebags under her eyes, but this was perfect.
----
Meanwhile, Nino met Adrien at the school's gate, and he pondered something.
“Hey, mec, your ring kinda looks like–”
“I've had this ring for years, Nino. Years,” Adrien replied, flat out lying to his friend.
----
Lila was the last to try and approach Marinette, who still had two bee-themed objects over the table.
“Which one would you like, Lila?” Marinette brightly asked, offering her to choose between a pendant and a wristband.
However, Lila was far more concerned with the people behind Marinette – both of whom were giving her very stinky eyes.
Yeah, she was still far from getting forgiven by those two.
And she also said goodbye to her crush on Adrien. Given his dislike of her, she knew now that there was no way for her to get him to return the crush.
“Ah, um, whichever is fine,” she accepted, and Marinette gave her the pendant. It was very cute.
At least, Marinette was more accepting of her.
----
“Where'd this wanna-bee even come from?!” she asked Tikki, incensed that the Bee girl had stolen her rightfully earned spotlight.
“You were a late/no-show to the last 3 Akumas. Chat Noir needs back up, you know,” Tikki replied, giving Chloé a look of disappointment.
“It's not my fault Akumas are jealous of me!”
Yeah, she still missed the obvious.
“Pretty sure jealousy's not the problem,” Tikki replied. Chloé turned her head.
“Hmph!” she said, dismissively. “Whatever, as long as she remembers who the true Queen is!”
“You're supposed to be equals. Chat Noir too.”
Chloé ignored Tikki. She was good at that. At ignoring truths, that is.
----
“Um...” Sabrina asked, and Ivan looked up from his phone to see the girl standing there. “Is it okay if I sit here?”
Iva noted that it must have been quite the fallout if Sabrina was moving to the other side of the classroom, just to avoid Chloé.
“Whatever,” he replied, and he scooted over.
Sabrina was quite happy about it.
He was quite happy that this let him sit closer to Mylène.
Chloé, watching from the front, realized that Sabrina was going to stay back there. And she only had one thing in mind.
Urgh, does this mean I have to take my own quiz?!
----
Riposte
@zoe-oneesama Hope you liked the entrance of the new heroine!
@msweebyness Here you are!
So, Season 3 begins, and with it comes Scar's redeeming replacement, Marigold! Let her work be prosperous and lead to camaraderie (and more) with Chat Noir!
You may have noticed that the fragments with "vanished" Chloé, as well as Vanisher's dialogue, get a few extras. With Chloé's narration, I wanted to reflect how she slowly breaks down because she's in her own personal hell, a place where everyone ignores her. As for Vanisher, I wanted to reflect how eerie her voice would sound, particularly since she's meant to be 'living' in two worlds at the same time.
As for Marigold's debut, I chose to describe her from her feet up (instead of head down, as shown in the comic) because I feel it makes for more impact when ended with Marigold's determination engraved in her expression.
Hope you liked this, and don't hesitate to comment, like, and republish! Thank you!
#scarlet lady the novel#scarlet lady#scarlet lady is better than canon#milarqui#fanfiction#long post#marinette dupain cheng#marigold#chat noir#adrien agreste
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Joys of being a predictable fangirl
I'm going on about three and a half years of obsession now. Most people who aren't totally dense in my social circles have come to associate KnY with how happy it makes me. Unlike many other obsessions over the years, this one is a bit worse because I like collecting stuff for it, which also sort of adds to the obsession.
So anyway, just some moments and interactions below the cut.
--A friend asked me once if I liked to keep the nice tins that sweets came in, even if they don't have the sweets. I assumed this question was in regard to KnY stuff and answered it depended on if I liked the designs. Sure enough, months later, she sent me a care package with KnY tins. Thing is, she had received these and eaten the sweets while they were still good. She took great care in filling them with regular grocery sweets, taping them shut, and returning them to the original packaging. I was surprised and found it funny.
--Formal New Years Greetings. My tea ceremony classmate and I are in nice kimono, bowing with foreheads close to the tatami, asking to be in each other's good care and company in the coming year. As such, she formally asks if I would do her the favor of attending a movie theater showing of KnY with her again. I humbly accepted.
--When I had the opportunity to visit my family last year I took it upon myself to teach my youngest siblings some basic swordsmanship (you know, in case they ever need it). While explaining how they keep the tip of the katana consistently aimed at their opponent's throat while changing stances, as though there's a line extending from the tip, one of them (who has only casually watched the anime) responded with, "oh, you mean like in Kimetsu no Yaiba?" and my heart was warmed with pride.
--A local friend not asking me, 'Do you want to go to the Total Concentration exhibit together,' but instead, "what day do you want to go?"
--I had a very, very, very long day a few months ago and got stuck taking care of a lot of stuff in overtime. A part-timer wanted to get me something sweet at the convenience store to cheer me on, and asked what I wanted. I asked for the cheap wafer snacks with collectable stickers and she hunted them down and obliged.
--One of my other previous coworkers also brought me cheap KnY snacks sometimes, unprompted. Other times he felt he should inform me of things like KnY yatsuhashi on sale at the train station (which I thanked him for but also informed him I had bought some already).
--A best friend of mine, whom I haven't gotten to watch it, is nonetheless supportive of my interests. She knows how much I require total darkness to sleep and how excited I was for how well the KnY eyemasks worked for me, but I bemoaned in passing that the straps on my Nezuko and Zenitsu eyemasks (which were of course chosen because they were funny as eyemasks) were too loose to use them well anymore. While I went to work she went sightseeing, and that evening, she pulled out a present saying, "here, you don't have this one yet!" and it was a Tanjiro eye mask. That is currently what I wear to bed.
--This one is a little complicated. I did successfully drag another bestie into KnY, and her immediate favorite was Inosuke, though she's admitted that she mainly stays familiar with KnY through the joy that I keep getting out of it. When she finally moved to Japan after many pandemic related delays, I had a box of tissues with Inosuke on it (because that's funny) to give her as a housewarming gift. However, not even 15 minutes into our long-awaited reunion she underwent a small tragedy, and as she having a serious breakdown, I, albeit recognizing the levity of the box decor was not quite fitting for the situation, opened my suitcase to pull out a big box of Inosuke tissues for her. Thankfully she found it funny.
----Part two, I have given her a small handful of other KnY things. Like the care-package I sent her while she was stuck in quarantine? She didn't give me enough detail about what she wanted, so of course I just gave her a bunch of cheap KnY snacks of my choosing. There's also been a cute Inosuke accessory or two here or there. She kept saying that someday, someone was going to go over to her house and assume that she was a huge fan due to all the KnY stuff she had gotten from me (and enjoys due to associating it with me). And then it happened! And that person also happened to be a big fan and was thrilled. Long story short, we very, very unexpectedly got to meet each other for about an hour the following day, and we had a special moment with glitter and flowers filling the air around us.
--Day one of my new job, feeling nervous and excited, navigating my way through a transfer at a very busy subway station, I'm looking around for a sign and then bam, there's Tanjiro on a screen. Joy! That is always pleasant. While passing by the posters for the Osaka Metro event going on, the friends who I got dinner with last night of course immediately looked to me to be sure I saw it.
--Speaking of Tanjiro, I'm grateful to be involved with outside activities where everyone knows my KnY fandom enough that I'm not shy at all to use KnY LINE stickers in group chats, which I'm otherwise too shy to use in, say, work chats. I got a couple of messages of people wishing me luck and I had the pleasure of responding with Sumiko, in full make-up, promising to work hard.
Oh, at the new job? They don't know yet. I'm sure they'll find out I like KnY. Then it'll be a question of when they find out how much.
#kny silliness#kny in real life#reading people's posts for the anime's 4th anniversary warms my heart
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