Blame @msweebyness’s post for this… I call this au Miraculopolis
@imsparky2002
Marinette: Goddess of Luck and Chance. Her symbols are ladybugs and clovers
Adrien: God of Family and Children. His symbols are domestic cats and carnations
Alya: Goddess of Messaging and Facts. Her symbols are spectacles and pigeons
Nino: God of Protection and Defense. His symbols are shields and turtles
Nathaniel: God of the Fine Arts and Inspiration. His symbols are paintbrushes and peacocks
Alix: Goddess of Time and Memory. Her symbols are clocks and rabbits
Juleka: Goddess of Serenity and Inner Beauty. Her symbols are mirrors and ravens
Rose: Goddess of Romance and Love. Her symbols are roses and doves
Sabrina: Goddess of Loyalty and Companionship. Her symbols are rings and wolves
Chloé: Goddess of Wealth and Prosperity. Her symbols are gold coins and bees
Kim: God of Sportsmanship and Victory. His symbols are palm branches and eagles
Max: God of Statistics and Possibilities. His symbols are abacuses and horses
Ivan: God of Poetry and Ballads. His symbols are quills and mice
Myléne: Goddess of Nature and Grains. Her symbols are cornucopias and bears
Marc: God of Literature and Epic Tales. His symbols are fountain pens and roosters
Aurore: Goddess of the Sun. Her symbols are parasols and lions
Mireille: Goddess of the Moon. Her symbols are wool and sheep
Reshma: Goddess of Craftmentship. Her symbols are a needle and thread and spiders
Ismael: God of Mischief. His symbols are apples and foxes
Lacey: Goddess of Siblinghood. Her symbols are rope and frogs
Jean: God of Theater and Entertainment. His symbols are comedy and tragedy masks, and songbirds
Cosette: Goddess of Masking and Adaption. Her symbols are a makeup pallet and chameleons
Zoé: Goddess of Rebellion. Her symbols are broken handcuffs and a tiger
Simon: God of Technology and Surveillance. His symbols are eye-shaped pendants and hawks
Denise: Goddex of Strength and Health. Their symbols are barbells and bulls
Luka: God of Music and Emotional health. His symbols are lyres and snakes
Kagami: Goddess of Combat. Her symbols are swords and dragons
Ondine: Goddess of the Sea. Her symbols are a trident and orcas
Different nations, different mythologies and deities
They’re all powerful deities, but they still act like teenagers, get crushes, drink a lot of wine, have wild parties up in the heavens, and crash mortal parties whenever they please
Being the goddess of Masking and Adaption, Cosette can shapeshift into any animal she pleases while the others only shapeshift into the animals they’re associated with
Cosette: Random animal exit! *Shapeshift into a shark and starts flopping around on the ground before shifting back and gasping for air* Random… Land animal exit! *Shapeshifts into an ostrich and walks away*
Zoé: Even as an ostrich, they’re still gorgeous.
Marc and Nathaniel have been crushing on each other for eons
Rose and Juleka have been girlfriends for centuries now. Juleka is not affected by Rose’s romance-inducing aura, and Rose is not affected by Juleka’s almost ethereal beauty. They just love each other
Adrien has almost this maternal instinct due to being the god of family and children, and as such, he adores mortal infants
A former member of the gods and goddesses of Miraculous is Lila, the goddess of deceit and trickery. Her symbols are jackals and masks. She still has her divine powers, but she’s not allowed back in the skyward abode of the gods and goddesses for a multitude of reasons, and has offended each of the others gods in some way
Also… She was just annoying as hell
*During an outing in the divine garden, long before Lila was banished, Myléne is telling the others about a new tree she had come up with. The others are listening intently when Lila suddenly interrupts*
Nino: Someone, make her stop!
*Nathaniel summons his paintbrush staff and slathers a bit of red paint over Lila’s mouth. It dries in an instant, and her words come out muffled*
Nino: *Sighs* Much butter.
Ismael possesses an object called The Golden Apple of Chaos. Basically, when he throws it, it causes some sort of havoc somewhere
He’s always tempting mortal children to cause a little chaos
Ismael: Just think of it, Manon. You, me. All the chaos. All the discord! ALL THE FREE CHICKEN!
Legend from both Miraculous and Prodigious mythology tells of a monster named Kiku, once a mortal man who wanted to become stronger. One night, he snuck into Kim, Denise, and Kagami’s temples, and stole one of Kim’s medals, one of Denise’s barbels, and one of Kagami’s swords. When they discovered this, the god, goddex, and goddess punished him by turning him into a monstrous bear-like creature. He had impenetrable skin and could tear through entire villages with his claws
One quirk about him is that whenever he gets flustered or excited, a peacock tail will fan out from behind him
A tale from mythology of Miraculous talks about how Nino developed feelings for Alya when she protected him and several mortals from a dangerous monster while they were visiting the mortal realm
Wherever Marinette steps, four-leaf clovers grow
When they arrive in the mortal realm, their entrances are all a sight to behold that you’ll wanna punch yourself if you miss them
According to Miraculous mythology, whenever Rose travels to the mortal realm, she descends from the sky in a flurry of rose petals. And when she lands on the ground, several doves appear at her side, and she emits a pink aura that causes people to momentarily fall in love with the first person they see
When Nathaniel comes to visit the mortal realm, the sky becomes an array of colors as his beautiful, iridescent chariot is drawn by several peacocks.
Reshma descends from the sky, performing aerial tricks using spider web silk. Her feet never touch the ground as a clutter of spiders carry her about, almost making it look like she’s gliding
Lore has it, that centuries ago, Denise nursed a young injured bull they named Aithen back to health, and infused him with some of their divine magic, helping him grow stronger over time until he was able to pull their heavy two ton chariot on his own
And, there is a tale stating that Simon won Denise’s heart after using his wits to vanquish a monster attacking the mortals
According to mythology, Lacey bestows blessings on mortal children and their siblings, helping to strengthen their bonds and know when their siblings are in need
While Lila may be the goddess of deceit and has done some terrible things over the centuries, she still has standards. As such, she refuses to ever interact with Lucien, the god of Onedience and Power, and Emani, the god of Manipulation, who were also ousted from their heavenly abodes
Max’s sacred object is his golden abacus, gifted to him by Kim. Centuries ago, Kim melted several of his prized golden medals to create it for him
During the annual Olympics hosted by the Miraculous, teams from different nations come to compete for glory. The gods and goddesses watch from the stands while disguised as humans or the animals they are associated with. Kim, meanwhile, is in his god form and loudly cheering for the team representing Miraculous
While Nathaniel is one of the kindest gods of Miraculous, but he also has a fiery temper. When provoked, he’ll fly into a rage, and even the other deities know to approach with caution
One way to piss him off is by claiming you’re a better artist than him. He’ll curse you so that any piece of art or art material you touch will turn into dust. *cough* Louis *cough*
Due to being the Prodigious god of not only Theater, but also Entertainment, whenever there’s a party happening in the mortal realm, Jean is known to make a grand appearance. This is usually when he feels as though the party’s reaches its peak. Guests are to be advised that whenever Jean attends a mortal party, it doesn’t stop unless he wants to stop. The longest was a week
Zoé, the Prodigious goddess of Rebellion is also known to frequent parties, usually ones thrown by teenagers who plan and attend it without their parents knowing. From the heavens, she descends using a charriot drawn by two majestic tigers. She describes parties such as that as, “Rebellion in its most premature form!”
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Gothic Chronicles: Midnight's Veiled Secrets
This is a collection of poems that explore themes of loss, love, and the supernatural. Each piece offers a unique perspective on the complex emotions that accompany these experiences. As you read through this anthology, you may find yourself connecting with the universal truths that resonate within these lines.
1st poem: **Crimson Manuscripts**
In ancient halls where silence reigns,
Dust-laden tomes breathe secrets, unrestrained.
I walk the edge of lore, long since forgotten,
My heart inscribed with desires begotten.
With quill in hand, my constant guide,
Into the well of night, I confide.
A scribe of echoes from the void,
Crafting words, in melancholy alloyed.
"Unveil your stories, O manuscripts of red,
Your vellum skin to my soul is wed.
A nomad I, charting celestial designs,
In the margins of sonnets, my spirit aligns."
Shadows dance in the candle's fickle glow,
Over leather-bound legacies of long ago.
My pen bleeds ink, as if it were life,
Carving my essence amidst existential strife.
Epochs lost, their essence I distill,
In a whirlwind of memories that time can't kill.
An alchemist of words, in the arcane I delve,
Turning longing into verses, transiently shelved.
"Speak, O crimson tomes, your veins wide spread,
Upon your pages, my yearnings are said.
A wanderer am I, through constellations I roam,
In the forgotten verses, I find my home."
Gargoyles stand guard, stoic and grim,
At the gates of forever, their visages dim.
Their stone-cast gaze, the moon's sorrow reflects,
As I seek comfort in ancient dialects.
The piano's lament, the violin's cry,
And the cello's deep thrum under centuries lie.
On the brink of the void, I dance alone,
My steps resounding in a timeless tone.
"Reveal your depths, O manuscripts of hue,
My longing etched on your surface true.
A traveler of the stars, in your words I'm dressed,
In the forgotten poetry, my journey's expressed."
As the last note into silence wanes,
Within these lines, my spirit remains.
A ghostly minstrel serenading the night,
On eternity's parchment, my soul takes flight.
2nd poem: **Eternal Shadows**
In this manor, I wander, through silence and gloom,
Footsteps echo softly in each abandoned room.
Moonlight bathes me gently, as I softly tread,
Among the living's memories, I whisper with the dead.
In the moon's soft glow, my secrets unfold,
A phantom in the night, a story left untold.
Eternal shadows, where I roam free,
In this house of spirits, it's just the ghosts and me.
Through halls of mystery, where silent echoes play,
We're the souls of forever, in the night we stay.
Dust dances in the beam, time seems to freeze,
In this place of stillness, where moments cease.
Portraits watch silently, as I pass them by,
In the manor's heart, where old secrets lie.
Shadows cling to my steps, as I tiptoe through time,
In this spectral dance, where memories chime.
In this realm of silence, where I drift unseen,
Amongst the echoes, a solitary queen.
In the mansion of whispers, where secrets sway,
We're the timeless wanderers, in the shadows we play.
Feel the past's chill, as it draws near?
In the wind's whisper, it's our voices you hear.
Shadows stretch eternal, in this spectral ballet,
With the phantoms, my companions, in the night we sway.
Through corridors of enigma, where muted stories say,
We're the everlasting echoes, in the twilight's gray.
In the moon’s waning light, I catch a fleeting glimpse—a face unfamiliar, yet tethered to my soul.
The manor murmurs secrets, and I am but an echo, lost in its labyrinth of forgotten moments.
3rd poem: **The Raven's Whisper**
Beneath the silver veil of moonlight's kiss,
Where shadows merge and secrets intertwine,
I wander through the garden of forgotten dreams,
Seeking solace in the petals of night-blooming flowers.
The moon, a silent witness to my yearning,
Whispers ancient verses to the restless wind.
Its luminescent fingers trace delicate patterns,
Weaving tales of love and loss across the sky.
In this nocturnal sanctuary, memories bloom,
Each petal a fragment of a fractured heart.
I pluck them one by one, like fragile confessions,
And scatter them upon the dew-kissed grass.
The nightingale, perched upon a moonbeam,
Sings a requiem for love's ephemeral dance.
Its melody weaves through the jasmine vines,
Echoing the ache of longing in every note.
I trace the constellations with trembling fingers,
Mapping out our celestial rendezvous.
Did you once stand here, beneath this same moon,
Whispering promises that time has now erased?
The night wears on, and I become a ghost,
Drunk on moonlight and the fragrance of roses.
Perhaps, in this enchanted hour, you'll return,
And we'll dance once more in moonlit reverie.
4th poem: **Whispers from the Veil**
Beneath the moon's soft veil, we gather,
In the dim-lit chamber, secrets tethered.
A séance of souls, both lost and found,
Where spectral echoes dance, unbound.
The crystal ball, a portal spun,
Holds reflections of lives undone.
Its facets catch the flicker of stars,
As we seek communion beyond the bars.
The medium's breath, a whispered plea,
Invites the unseen to speak with glee.
Their voices rise from shadowed past,
A chorus of memories that forever last.
"Tell us," we implore, "of love's sweet pain,
Of promises broken, of longing's refrain."
And the room trembles with their reply,
A symphony of whispers, reaching sky-high.
The air thickens, charged with their essence,
As they recount tales of love's evanescence.
Their fingers brush ours, a spectral touch,
And we glimpse eternity in moments such.
The séance chamber hums with cosmic threads,
Binding us to realms where time unweds.
In this dance of spirits, we find solace anew,
As moonlight weaves stories, both old and true.
5th poem: **Portrait Of Despair**
Whispers haunt the hallowed space,
A gallery where time's embrace
Has left a mark on every face,
Each portrait tells of sorrow's trace.
A viscountess, her gaze so stern,
Her lover's touch she did spurn.
Now in her eyes, the cold fires burn,
For his return, she'll always yearn.
A captain, lost to ocean's wrath,
His ship did stray from charted path.
In stormy seas, he met his fate,
His portrait speaks of storms innate.
A child, with eyes so wide and clear,
His innocence was held so dear.
Yet fate was cruel, the night unkind,
His story leaves tears behind.
A maiden fair, with golden hair,
Once danced with grace, a pair so rare.
But love was lost, the dance did end,
Her silent song, it does transcend.
A poet's quill, now still and broke,
His verses lost, like vanished smoke.
The inkwell dry, the parchment torn,
For his muse, forever mourn.
A duelist with rapier drawn,
Stands proud and fierce, yet all forlorn.
His honor kept, his life forsworn,
In morning's light, he lies forlorn.
A widow's veil, her somber shroud,
Her whispered grief, it speaks aloud.
Her heart entombed, her love enshrined,
In painted form, her woes confined.
A jester's laugh, forever mute,
His mirthful mask, a grim dispute.
Behind the paint, the tears dilute,
His joy's facade, now destitute.
Each frame, a window to the past,
Holds echoes of a spell once cast.
The gallery, a somber host,
To each despairing, silent ghost.
So tread with care through memory's lane,
Where painted eyes live on in pain.
For every tale the portraits share,
Reflects a soul once trapped in despair.
The gallery grows, the walls extend,
New portraits join, old stories blend.
In this domain where spirits send
Their silent pleas, their hearts to mend.
Here, time stands still, the world outside
Fades to a whisper, hushed and wide.
Each canvas breathes, each shade confide,
The depths of pain they cannot hide.
So linger long, and gaze upon
The faces here, not truly gone.
Their silent mouths may yet respond,
In this gallery, they live beyond.
6th poem: **Cryptic Alchemy**
Shadowed chambers, whispers weave,
A blend of dark synth and mysterious chants,
Forbidden knowledge etched in cryptic runes,
Where secrets stir and ancient echoes dance.
No sun's embrace, no moon's soft kiss,
Only shadows' veiled embrace and moonless nights,
The alchemist, a weaver of enigma, chants,
Arcane melodies that pierce the void's veil.
Ebon potions simmer in onyx cauldrons,
Their essence distilled from forgotten realms,
Each drop a tincture of forgotten memories,
A concoction of lost dreams and starlight's breath.
The astral symphony crescendos, spiraling,
As darkness and light entwine, seeking balance,
The alchemist, eyes ablaze with ancient fire,
Unravels the cosmic threads, seeking truth.
Glyphs etched on obsidian tablets sing,
Their meaning veiled, yet yearning to be known,
For Cryptic Alchemy weaves the fabric of existence,
Where shadows birth illumination, and silence speaks.
So listen, mortal seeker, to the whispers of the void,
For within their echoes lie the keys, the ciphered codes,
Unlock the gates, step beyond the mundane,
And become the alchemist, weaver of mysteries.
7th poem: **Whispers from the Attic**
Creaking floorboards, distant voices,
A symphony of past choices,
Echoes of steps that once did pace,
Through corridors of time and space.
Above, where dust motes dance in light,
The attic holds its court at night,
A realm of silence, still and deep,
Where secrets their sacred vigil keep.
What tales are etched within these walls?
Of grandeur's rise and empire's falls,
The gentle touch of a lover's hand,
A sailor's journey to distant lands.
Here, the whispers are not of dread,
But of life's tapestry, finely thread,
A dressmaker's needle, a writer's pen,
Moments captured, again and again.
The attic, with its musty scent,
Is a treasure trove of times spent,
A chest of memories, locked away,
Awaiting the light of day.
Photographs in sepia tones,
Love letters in heartfelt overtones,
A child's toy, long forgotten,
In this space, nothing is rotten.
Each creak a word, each shadow a story,
A chronicle of both joy and worry,
The attic speaks to those who hear,
Its whispers clear, its message dear.
So venture forth, if you dare,
To uncover the mysteries waiting there,
For in the whispers from the attic's heart,
Lies a world set apart.
8th poem: **Gargoyle's Serenade**
I was supposed to be sent away,
To lands where stone figures don't sway,
But here I stand, a guardian grim,
Upon the cathedral's highest rim.
Carved from the earth's own rugged bone,
I watch the city, silent and alone,
A sentinel in the sky's expanse,
Overseeing the human dance.
My gaze is fixed, my purpose clear,
To ward off evil, to calm the fear,
With guitar in hand, I play my part,
A serenade from the stone heart.
The melody weaves through spire and stone,
A song of ages, through winds blown,
It tells of battles, of love, of strife,
Of the endless ebb and flow of life.
The chords resonate, deep and profound,
In every corner, the notes resound,
A testament to the watch I keep,
While the city below lies in sleep.
By day, I'm still, a figure austere,
By night, my music, the heavens hear,
A symphony for the stars above,
Played with a touch of eternal love.
The moon bathes me in silver light,
As I play on through the quiet night,
A gargoyle's serenade, pure and true,
For the cathedral and for you.
So let the guitar's voice rise and swell,
Let it break the night's silent spell,
For in this song, you'll find ensnared,
The spirit of the guardians paired.
And when the dawn paints the sky anew,
And the city stirs, life to pursue,
Remember the music that filled the air,
From the gargoyle's perch, high up there.
9th poem: ** Midnight Masquerade **
Under the moon's silver gaze, the night unfurls its cape,
A ballroom emerges in the forest's embrace.
"Midnight Masquerade," whispers the wind's soft escape,
Where shadows and starlight waltz in silent grace.
Masked figures glide, their steps a silent plea,
To the rhythm of hearts, to the pulse of the night.
Each turn, a story, a hidden fantasy,
Faces veiled in mystery, souls alight.
The moonlit sky, a witness to their dance,
Casts a glow on masks of velvet and lace.
In the masquerade's enchanting trance,
Time dissolves in the dancers' harmonious space.
A clock strikes twelve, the spell gently breaks,
But the dance lives on in dreams it awakes.
For in the night's tender, fleeting sweep,
The masquerade's magic is ours to keep.
10th poem: ** Fading Candlelight **
Quiet whispers linger in the room's embrace,
Where the last candle's flame begins its trace.
"Fading Candlelight," it hums with grace,
A tale of twilight, in the evening's chase.
Its flame dances with a tender, wistful air,
A ballet of shadows in the dimming lair.
Each flicker, a memory, each spark, a sigh,
A symphony of moments, as time ticks by.
The wax drips slowly, a river of tears,
For the passing days, the fleeting years.
The light wanes gently, a golden hue,
A silent sentinel in the dusk's purview.
Around the flame, the darkness creeps,
A cloak of obsidian, where daylight sleeps.
Yet in its warm embrace, the candle stands,
A beacon of hope in the night's vast lands.
The room breathes softly, a lullaby's tune,
As the candle's aura fills the cocoon.
Stories unfold in its radiant bloom,
A dance of life in the encroaching gloom.
The flame leans low, a lover's caress,
Against the night, a silent confess.
Its brilliance wavers, a faltering heart,
A sign that soon, it must depart.
But oh, the tales it could tell,
Of love and loss, of heaven and hell.
In its light, life found a stage,
A book of hours on an ephemeral page.
Now the candle's breath grows thin,
A final flicker from within.
The shadows lengthen, reaching out,
Embracing all in a silent shout.
And as the last ember takes its bow,
The room is shrouded in the now.
"Fading Candlelight," a whisper's trace,
Leaves behind a darkened space.
Yet in the black, a new day stirs,
For life persists, it still endures.
The candle's gone, but in its wake,
A new dawn blooms, for us to take.
So let the night claim its due,
For with the morn, we start anew.
In the heart of darkness, find the light,
And hold it close, through the longest night.
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