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son1c · 1 year

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rouge wins the prize of "most trustworthy person sonic has met so far" by default

falling stars fic masterpost

The bat Mobian was deathly silent. The whole room, in fact, had suddenly become a void of noise. The only sounds to be heard were the soft hums of the fluorescent lights, and the bubbles lazily rising in the tank in the middle of the floor.

With an icy glare, the bat Mobian looked at Sonic. His accusation felt like a slap in the face. "What do you know? You're just another one of Eggman's toys." She adjusted the bands on her wrists protectively. Almost like she was daring Sonic to take them from her. "Shadow is gone, sweetheart. You can't steal from the dead."

Sonic shook his head. He felt dizzy from the sudden resurgence of memories--memories that his ruptured code couldn't hold back anymore. In his mind's eye, he saw Shadow, asleep in the pod in the basement. Now, it made sense why his wickedness, Doctor Eggman--blech, no. Let's try that again.

It made sense why Mr. Ivo didn't want him going down there. He would've broken free from the doctor's vice immediately if he'd seen Stripes. And Omega was down there, too. Trapped behind that locked door. Sonic felt himself growing angry just thinking about it.

The Robian said, "You're wrong. He's alive, and I can prove it!"

With her hands balled into fists, the bat spat, "This isn't a very nice trick, Blue. Even for an Eggman robot--it's low."

"I'm not a--" Sonic started to say, but stopped. He looked down at his hands. They were made of steel and screwed together with bolts. His argument held no water. Right now, he was an Eggman robot.

But it didn't matter. Robian or Mobian, Sonic wasn't gonna let this thief walk out of here with Shadow's inhibitor rings. And once he got them back, he was going to break his friend out of the basement, and then they would leave. Whatever information the doctor still had about their pasts wasn't worth being at his mercy.

However, before Sonic could charge at the bat, a badnik appeared at the base of the hole that had been smashed into the wall during their fight. It wasn't the motobug with the star on its head; it was a caterkiller that Sonic had saved from falling into the trash compactor last week. It looked worried.

Then, a buzzy bomber appeared. The same one that Sonic had caught after it flew into a live wire that caused its wings to lock up. And after that, a pair of eye stalks peeked over the ruined wall. They belonged to the crabmeat that somehow always managed to fall over and get stuck on its back. Luckily, Sonic had been there to pick it up and flip it back onto its feet every time that happened.

When Rouge saw what Sonic was looking at, she tensed. She knew this place was crawling with robots. She'd seen them when she'd snuck in. But that was why she'd been sneaky--so she didn't have to fight all of them. And now it looked like she was going to have to deal with a whole motley crew.

"Phoning in friends already?" Rouge asked the Robian. She kept her voice light and casual, despite the danger. "That's hardly fair. But you're gonna have to try a little harder than that to intimidate me!"

Sonic ignored her. He actually took his eyes off her entirely, so he could look down at the caterkiller and crabmeat that were now at his feet. The buzzy bomber joined them, although this badnik chose to perch on his head instead. It buzzed at him insistently.

"Sorry, guys, but you gotta go," Sonic said. He attempted to shoo the badniks out of the room, but they didn't budge. "I'm kinda in the middle of something right now, and it's not safe for--"

While Sonic was distracted, Rouge attempted to stomp on the crab robot. Take out the easy ones first, then worry about the big guy, she figured. But she was unsuccessful. Sonic caught her boot with one hand, and shot her a red hot glare.

"Leave them out of it," he said, his robotic voice crackling. "You want to fight? Fine. Waste your time. Just don't forget who you're up against!"

Sonic's grip on Rouge's boot tightened. Then, he grabbed her leg with his other hand, and spun her around, before letting go. She sailed through the air and crashed into one of the computers lined up against the wall. When she tried to push herself back up, her hand caught on a switch, and flipped it down.

The tank in the middle of the room started boiling like the water inside was being heated by lava. But Rouge ignored it, her eyes focused on the strange blue robot that was still glaring at her from across the room. She'd never seen anything like him before. It was already a rarity for Eggman robots to be able to talk, but to be protective over other bots? That was unheard of.

And he'd mentioned Shadow. But there was no way he was serious. She'd seen it herself, through the windows of the Ark--Shadow had fallen to earth, along with the blue hero. They were both dead.

Right?

"Let's get back on topic, hmm?" the bat said, a little tightly. She didn't want to think about that bad memory anymore. "I'm here for Eggman's secret treasure. Should be behind a big locked door. Ring a bell?"

Sonic frowned. The only locked door he knew about had Shadow behind it.

Rouge saw his expression change and smiled. It wasn't a nice smile, though. It was greedy. "Perfect!" she said. Her wings stretched out behind her. "Thanks for the confirmation. Now, are you going to tell me where it is? Or should I get my hacking gear ready for after our little dance? I'll get that information out of you one way or another!"

The crabmeat snapped its claws in Rouge's direction, and the caterkiller hissed at her. The buzzy bomber trilled threateningly.

Sonic stepped in front of the badniks, so that he was between them and the bat. He glowered at her. "You want what's in that room?" he asked. He might've been willing to take her there before, but not anymore. Not now that she'd threatened the badniks. "You better get used to wanting. Cuz you're outta luck! Those inhibitor rings are the only things that'll be changing hands!"

Rouge's smile faltered. The rings again, huh?

Sonic rocketed forward. He attempted to grab the bat's shoulders, but she was expecting it this time, and caught him by the wrists. Using his own momentum against him, she hurled him into the frothing tank in the middle of the room. He hit the water and sank to the bottom of the tank like a stone, momentarily disoriented.

The three badniks screeched. They charged at Rouge, their various blades and pincers ready to run her through like a shish kebab. Rouge turned to face them, prepared to defend herself.

But they never collided. The Roboticizer, with someone now inside of it, activated. A bright white light filled the room, and Rouge had to cover her eyes with her arm to keep from being blinded. She and the badniks flinched at the horrible noise emanating from the machine, a noise that sounded like rusted brakes, metal on metal.

And then, as quickly as it began, it was over. The water drained from the tank, and Sonic, no longer a Robian, was laying flat on the floor of the machine, shivering.

It was cold. So cold.

Rouge covered her mouth with her hand. She was shocked. No one could've survived falling from space. Not even Sonic the Hedgehog. That was what she'd thought, anyway. Even when Sonic's little fox friend insisted upon the contrary; she stayed realistic. And so the possibility that, this whole time, Sonic was alive and had been captured by Doctor Eggman had never even crossed her mind.

But if he was here, then that could mean Shadow was, too.

Rouge set her jaw. She ignored the black smoke pouring out of the cables hanging from the ceiling and flew into the tank. "Hey there, Big Blue," she said, offering her hand to him. "Long time no see. No hard feelings about our little spat, right?"

Sonic forced himself up onto his elbows. It felt like the world was spinning, but he was tough. Tougher than post de-Roboticization sensory overload. He pried his eyes open. Looked at Rouge. She looked back at him, her own eyes widening a bit.

"You're no good at first impressions, lady," Sonic said, his voice hoarse. Still, he grabbed her hand and pulled himself up onto his feet, using the wall of the tank to keep himself steady. "But if you're done trying to dismantle me, I won't complain."

Curiously, Rouge looked Sonic over. "I think I get it," she said after a second. "You don't remember anything, huh?"

"I remember plenty," Sonic said, a little annoyed. He hoped this exchange wouldn't happen every time he met someone from his past. "Like those rings. You gotta hand 'em over. Stripes needs 'em back, pronto!"

Rouge raised an eyebrow at the nickname. "Stripes?" she repeated.

"Yeah, you know, black hedgehog. Red stripes. The name's pretty on-the-nose, if you ask me." Sonic remembered what Eggman had told him before, that Rouge couldn't be reasoned with. But the doctor had turned out to be a scoundrel, so maybe he was lying about her. "He's in trouble. Without those rings, he'll be in deep water. You gotta give them back!"

Rouge glanced at the badniks on the other side of the glass. They looked like they wanted to kill her.

But only her.

She turned her attention back toward Sonic. "Usually I'd ask a pretty hefty price for something like this," she said with a dramatic sigh, "but since you saved the world and all, I'll cut you a deal. Consider it a 'thank you,' from me to you." With one twist of her wrists, she removed the inhibitor rings. But she didn't hand them over to Sonic just yet. "You can have these, on one condition."

Sonic looked from Rouge's face, to the rings, and then back to Rouge. "Better make it count," he said.

Rouge gestured to the badniks with one of her wings. "You keep those bots off my back. All of them. The only thing I want to worry about while I'm here is how much loot I'll walk away with! Not how many nails I'll break fending off Eggman's guard dogs."

"Deal," Sonic said. His opinion on Rouge was still pretty low, but if she was willing to give up Shadow's inhibitor rings without a fight, then maybe she wasn't the absolute worst.

Rouge smirked. "Glad we could work something out!"

The bat handed Sonic the inhibitor rings, and he wasted no time pulling them onto his own wrists. Then, Rouge watched as he jumped out of the tank, and knelt in front of the badniks on the other side of the glass. He said something to them. Flashed them a thumbs up. They all looked at Rouge, still angry, but not outright murderous anymore.

The bat was a little surprised. She’d thought that, now that Sonic wasn’t a Robian anymore, he would go right back to destroying Eggman robots like he used to. That was what she’d meant when she told him to keep them off her back, anyway. But maybe his fall had changed him more than she’d realized. Not that it mattered to her—so long as the badniks left her alone, he was staying true to his end of the bargain.

Sonic motioned for her to come out of the tank. Rouge did so, a little warily. But the badniks stayed where they were, at Sonic’s side. The buzzy bomber was on his head again. It glared at the bat, but all of the anger left its expression when Sonic stood up, and the robot looked down at him, its electronic eyes now big and wide. Like she wasn’t even there.

"We're gonna need to go all the way down to the bottom of this place to get to that door," Sonic told Rouge. "It'll be faster if we skip the lift, but it's a long drop to the basement. Think you can handle it?"

With a hand on her hip, Rouge easily replied, "If the only thing standing in between me and Eggman's treasure is an elevator shaft, he can kiss his riches goodbye!"

It took some convincing, but Sonic was able to get the caterkiller and crabmeat to wait for them at the top of the lift. Originally, he was going to tell the buzzy bomber to wait there too, but then he realized he didn't have rockets inside of his shoes anymore. So, when he and Rouge jumped down into the dark elevator shaft, he did so while holding onto the wasp robot's abdomen.

Once they reached the deepest part of the Brain Bowl, they stepped out of the elevator shaft and onto the basement landing. Sonic let go of the buzzy bomber and looked around. There were three branching hallways to choose from, but luckily, Sonic remembered which one led to the room that was locked behind the blast door. He started toward it immediately, with Rouge trailing not far behind.

When they got there, they were faced with their next problem: the door. The only way to unlock it was with Eggman's handprint. But maybe if he had a running start, he could--

"Hey, kid," Rouge said, derailing Sonic's train of thought. "You still with me? The lock's almost cracked. Make sure you're ready for whatever's inside."

Sonic blinked. He looked over at the keypad, and saw Rouge standing in front of it with a small black device in her hand that she had plugged into the wall. So, her comment about hacking into his systems earlier wasn't a joke, huh? Sonic suppressed a shudder.

Then, the keypad changed from red to green, and the blast door slowly started rising. Sonic turned toward the buzzy bomber floating by his shoulder, and said, "Be right back."

The wasp robot circled his head, buzzing indignantly.

Sonic gave it a lopsided grin. "Hey, that's not true! Who else is gonna watch the door, huh?"

Rouge pocketed her hacking gear and glanced over at Sonic and the buzzy bomber. She frowned, but didn't say anything.

By the time the door had lifted three feet off the ground, Sonic had joined Rouge in front of it. She nodded at him, and they both ducked inside the room. It looked exactly how Sonic remembered it. Same gray interior, same blinking machinery stacked around, some of it tall enough to touch the ceiling. And the green pod, glowing faintly, still holding Shadow inside.

However, before he or Rouge could make any moves toward it, Omega jolted to life. His rage from being locked down here for so long was palpable, practically microwaving the air around him. And when he saw Sonic, the settings were cranked up from defrost to high wattage in a nanosecond. He pointed his blasters at the blue hedgehog and opened fire.

"ELIMINATE ALL EGGMAN ROBOTS."

#falling stars au #something's a bit off eh!

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prettyoddfever · 11 months

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One of my favorite parts of following the Fever-era band was watching where they got inspiration, and how they’d build on an idea to make it their own.

Motley Crue did their Carnival of Sins tour shortly before Panic started touring. And P!ATD didn’t even pretend like that didn’t influence them when it came time to plan their first arena headlining tour (which was the Moulin-Rouge-inspired summer tour). Some reviews for P!ATD’s summer tour said that the band pulled off what Motley Crue had been trying to do... and that was before the Nothing Rhymes With Circus tour even existed.

It became a well-known fact that the band had tried to borrow Motley Crue’s circus tent, so the Panic guys had to answer quite a few questions about that (here’s a random example from early October once the band already had their NRWC plans).

The pictures at the top of this post are from Panic’s Nothing Rhymes With Circus tour, which felt like the finale of the Fever era. And then the screenshots below are from Motley Crue’s Carnival of Sins tour:

They had acrobats, fire breathers, and other circus-type stuff:

Here’s Tommy Lee’s makeup:

In hindsight, it’s pretty funny to look at all of the things that P!ATD talked about wanting to do (that they weren’t allowed to do)... but Motley Crue had been able to do those things. Brendon and Spencer especially talked about wanting to get fire breathers, trapeze performers, and ANY type of pyrotechnics, get Brendon shot out of a cannon, etc.

It’s hard to tell in this screenshot, but Tommy Lee is flying across the stage on wires (he’s above the “T” in the name):

he landed on a platform and started playing while a pyrotechnic mess happened:

Spencer & Brendon would have loved to have this amount of fire...

and after grabbing those screenshots, I think I can spot some moments that answer why some people were claiming in late 2006 that their sister/friend/whatever went to P!ATD’s tour and saw the female performers doing some very specific sexual stuff... and the rest of us were like wtf show did they go to because that’s not what everyone else in the arena talked about seeing. So maybe those people legit thought that the two tours were the same thing. I also think that some journalists subconsciously lumped both tours together because they’d write about Panic having trapeze artists, fire-breathers, “dwarves,” and/or other things that were actually from Motley Crue’s tour.

I could ramble for a long time about how the two tours were very different, but I suppose that’s not the point of this post. Basically, the Panic guys were open about being inspired by some aspects of Motley Crue’s stage show.

The video was also released during the season when Panic was planning their first headlining tour. Here’s an ad from spring 2006:

#Nothingrhymeswithcircus

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woltourney · 1 year

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ROUND 1 SIDE A

1: Killhare of Caerbannog (@caerbannogs) v Kasha Sho (@r04ch) 2: Mayhem Moondrop (@ecosystem-administrator) v Shio (@the-littlest-kojin) 3: Meli Iliakos (@thefreelanceangel) v Posey (@motley-ember) 4: Eleutherios (@trans-estinien) v Katarh Mest (@katarh-mest) 5: Merle Rouge (@vamp-galactica) v Hali Aloke (@starrysnowdrop) 6: Sori Salbari (@khajiitclaws) v Koh'sae Windwalker (@rexstorm) 7: Sage Marigold (@imyour-marigold) v Vishnya Vanil Kola (@voidgearrr) 8: Surdal Demilish (@apessimisticjackass) v Hide-a Lyn (@when-angels-come) 9: Shura Kuroyanagi (@shishido-shiho) v Nira'sae Mian (@sae-mian) 10: K'rona Bahmu (@hikaruhoshina) v Heliox Kha (@windup-estinien) 11: Chuchu Chura (@spaceace144) v Archon Valusk (@dapperpea) 12: Flidais Oakclamber (@selnyam) v Alutheia Vythica (@alutheia-vythica) 13: Adih'ra Fudei (@adihra-fudei / @meromiro) v Galvin Foixewesfv (@elizabethrobertajones) 14: B'rsh Bran (@boileddogchicken) v Angel (@afflatusviscera) 15: The Moomoo System (@cryoriku) v Qadan Gal (@sword-of-the-dragon) 16: B'eatriz Nightstar (@kagehiraaa) v Eisha Pantera (@umbralaether)

#💎 shout #there's a couple urls i could not find for the life of me #so i'm sorry to the two who aren't getting an @ but the listed url doesn't seem to follow anywhere?#also- if any names are wrong please let me know it's very late at night and i need to go to bed

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hopusthebrainlessfloof · 8 months

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I said I was gonna make it, and I wasn't lying

Yayyyyy *sobs*

As I said before, this was inspired by @thekoopalingsandstuffs post, and (while tiring), this was fun to make!

Below the cut is all the voices (and the sources)

Ludwig: Bandit (Bluey)

Lemmy: Bluey (Bluey)

Wendy: Cosmo (Sonic X)

Roy: Bully (Adventures of Super Mario Bros 3/ Super Mario World)

Morton: Wakko (Animaniacs)

Iggy: Yakko (Animaniacs)

Bully: Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel)

Kootie Pie: Baroness von Bon Bon (The Cuphead Show)

Big Mouth: (Himself)

Kooky: Dexter (Dexter's Laboratory)

Cheatsy: (Herself)

Larry: Nelson (The Simpsons)

Hip: Ralph (The Simpsons)

Hop: Bart (The Simpsons)

Toadstool: Peach (The Super Mario Bros Movie)

Topper: Cuphead (The Cuphead Show)

Spewart: Mugman (The Cuphead Show)

Hariet: Dot (Animaniacs)

Rango: Goofy (A Mickey Mouse Cartoon)

Madame Broode: Cala Maria (The Cuphead Show)

Boom Boom: Shredder / Mikey (TMNT 1980s)

Pom Pom: Candy Queen (Adventure Time Fiona and Cake)

Motley: Shock (The Nightmare Before Christmas)

Peasley: Jack (The Nightmare Before Christmas)

Bonnie: Rouge (SnapCube Shadow the Hedgehog Fandub)

Hopus: Sody Pop (Chikn Nuggit)

#super mario #koopalings #broodals #koopa kids #voices of these characters #ignore my shitty recording qualities i am tired

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liecoris · 9 months

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@weavewilled

arcana 7 = 5 + 2 [int mod]

A part of her knows she should be embarrassed, Mukuro Avarice is as much of a cleric as she was a rouge, so she, in theory, should have had no problem trying to identify what sort of arcane magic this book held ( if any ). Since the book itself looked very intricate and had a couple of rather sturdy ( and unpickable? ) locks。 But alas, as the book was in her hands, Mukuro Avarice felt。。。 nothing。 A little peeved at the fact, Mukuro would turn the tome over in her hands a few times, as if doing that would magically make her figure out the deal with this book, but even after doing that, it just seemed like a bog-standard book with a very stubborn lock to her。

She really wanted to know what was in this book, especially since she couldn't really open the godsdamn thing。

And so she turns to someone else within this motley crew she found herself in, the person nearest to her was Gale and so she approached him and held the tome towards him。 Had she told him that she was also a cleric? She couldn't recall, it'd make a bit of sense if she didn't since the question of what deity she was a cleric of would probably be the next thing out of someone's mouth and Mukuro Avarice didn't think that most would be too thrilled to learn that she was a cleric of Tiamat。。。 and besides Mukuro's Avarice's armor aesthetic screamed rouge more than anything so it would make sense that she wouldn't have picked up on anything arcane about this book should Gale think that she was just a rouge。

「Could you。。。 possibly see about getting this open for me? Please?」 she felt a little silly for asking ( what kind of rouge couldn't pick a lock? ) but Gale was a wizard, so surely he could figure something out。

【 5e skill starters 】 ♡ 【 always accepting 】

#weavewilled #»» ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀᴠᴀʀɪᴄᴇ. || 🪷 — baldur’s gate iii / bg3.#\\ the way i wanted her to nat 1 on this SO BADLY lmao #\\ and inb4 he also fails the arcana check and they both just feel so damn goofy about this book lmaoooo #»» asks. || 💌 — ꜱʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴇ ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛꜱ.#»» ic asks. || 🦊 — ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴍᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ɪᴛ.#»» queue. || ✨ — ʟɪᴇ∙qᴜᴇᴜᴇɪꜱ.

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verityshush · 2 years

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So recently I've been obsessed with the idea that the original Candyman from Clive Barker's The Forbidden takes his appearance from a warped perception of Colin Baker's Sixth Doctor, a theory I first saw suggested by Diamanda Hagan.

In fact I was so taken with this analysis and with this idea that I asked my friend Emma (known on Twitter as TiredZagreus) to photoshop a depiction of the Candyman that matched the description from the original short story, using Colin Baker's Doctor as a base.

And to say she delivered would be an understatement!

He was bright to the point of gaudiness; his flesh a waxy yellow, his thin lips pale blue, his wild eyes glittering as if their irises were set with rubies. His jacket was a patchwork, his trousers the same. He looked, she thought, almost ridiculous, with his bloodstained motley, and the hint of rouge on his jaundiced cheeks.

There you are everyone. You were not content with the stories, so he was obliged to come.

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thewatcher727 · 1 year

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Been trying to work on my comedy writing for my next Sonic story. Here's some samples:

...

Police officer and Sonic:

“Do you know how fast you were going?”

“You tell me, you trying to keep up?”

...

Sonic and Eggman after a battle:

“Brainless robots, you couldn’t even beat a motley group of Chao!”

"Just because you're bald doesn't mean you have to be mad at everyone, Eggman."

“You destroyed 80 of my robots!”

“I heard there was a prize if you get to 100.”

...

Shadow and Rouge investigating a noise:

“What was that?”

“Maybe it’s Snow White looking for you, Grumpy.”

...

Sonic runs into some guards in a kitchen:

"Uh, hi! I’m with the local health department.”

“Get him!”

“Okay, but there goes your A rating!”

#my fics #my writing #sonic #sonic fanfiction #sonic stories #sonic story #sonic the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog fanfiction #sonic writing

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sylphidine · 1 year

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[Fic] Call Signs, Chapter 25

Fandom: Deltarune

‘Verse: Human AU

Pairing: Swatch/Spamton [Swatchton]

POV Characters: Ballew Addison, Kirov Rouvin, Regina "GiGi" McCray, Indigo Dyer, Catechu Dyer

Out-of-focus characters: Swatch Paletta, Spamton Addison, T.M. Tanner

Rating: Mature

Chapter title: Behind The Black

Chapter summary: A kaleidoscope of varying viewpoints, during what may or may not be a significant week in the lives of our characters.

Author notes: The usual content and trigger warnings for discussion of alcohol abuse, emotional manipulation, misgendering, intellectual hypocrisy and guilt-tripping. The chapter title "Behind The Black" refers to the change of focus from Swatch and Spamton to some of our secondary characters, told from their own POVs. It can seem sometimes like they've always been slightly offscreen, when in actuality they've been here the whole time.

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Monday, February 21, 2022

Ballew Addison's office door was closed, as it usually was on Mondays.

His employees knew not to disturb him on Mondays and were accustomed to funneling their questions about workflow through his personal assistant.

This practice served Ballew well this morning, although at the present moment he was not working on anything urgent.

To any casual observer, it would look like he was trying to find an empty place on one of his bookshelves for an antique cloth doll, dressed in satin and stuffed with sawdust. It was a jester garbed in black-and-white motley and sporting rouged cheeks, like the joker card found in very old decks of playing cards.

Anyone who knew Ballew more fully would recognize that the CFO was lost in thoughts deeper and darker than simple redecoration.

He'd thanked his new girlfriend Nixie for the late Valentine's gift during the weekend they’d just spent together; she had wanted to give him something from her own childhood. He was fairly sure he’d hidden any sign of discomfort from his face or his body language; they didn’t know each other terribly well yet.

She couldn't know how much of a devastating emotional trigger puppets and marionettes had become for him in the last few years.

Friday, September 20, 2019

The Javits Center always seemed both airy and stagnant during the Electronics Expo. The beautiful crisp skies of September could be seen through the glass walls of the atriums and walkways, but inside the ballrooms of the trade show itself, the crowding together of demo booths fostered an atmosphere that could sometimes feel oppressive.

Eos had begged off from the Expo this year, claiming “gadget fatigue”, but Ballew still enjoyed the chance to get out from behind his desk and do the meet-and-greets that would accomplish business-to-business lead generation.

Harvard Business School had given him the social polish and the managerial background to coordinate the financial success of the company that bore his family's name. If Ballew had ever regretted the missed opportunity to study engineering, as Eos had done at MIT… well, that was old, old water under a long-gone bridge.

Addison Cybernetics didn't usually take a booth at events like this. The company dealt mainly in streamlining solutions, rather than in research and development, but it kept on top of such cutting edge improvements in fields like MEMS sensors, IoT technology, and biochips for prosthetics.

Ballew wandered the trade show floor wearing his usual poker face, not revealing the giddiness he still felt at the sheer inventiveness surrounding him. He collected business cards from various sales reps, both startups and established businesses. They ranged from companies that aimed to revolutionize medical consultation through augmented reality and artificial intelligence, to firms that dealt in safety management for drone operations, to businesses that handled illumination applications, and so much more.

He made a mental note to tell Eos later about the startup that was producing affordable 3D printed musical instruments. His older brother would react like a sweets-loving kid being given a lifetime supply of candy.

It was a great time to be alive.

And then Ballew’s mood soured as he rounded a corner and saw an unexpected face.

The person was a good thirty feet away from him, but there was no mistaking who it was. Ballew’s younger brother Gainsboro stood under a banner reading “HAVE YOUR HOME RUN LIKE CLOCKWORK!” in the GASTER Smart Homes Hub booth.

The younger brother who Ballew hadn’t seen in more than two years.

The younger brother who had left home in anger, taunting Ballew that he, Gainsboro, was not going to let Ballew turn him into a puppet the way Ballew had done with Eos, and had gone to work for a shady, shifty, fly-by-night company that seemed to have sprung up from nowhere.

From a distance, Gainsboro looked older. Well, of course he did. He was two years older. But there was something in the way his face was lined and the way that he carried himself that reminded Ballew of the grandfather who had died before Gainsboro had been born. A pale, lined face, stiff arthritic joints.

Ballew couldn’t help himself. As angry as he was at his baby brother, he also missed him terribly. So instead of following his first impulse and turning around, he walked towards the GASTER booth, noting the old-fashioned text and the image of some kind of child-robot on the banner. As he got closer, the realization as to why Gainsboro looked so unnatural became clear.

The youngest Addison still had his hair dyed jet black, as he had when he came home for that last shouting match and his final break with the family. But what made him look so odd was that he wore theatrical makeup styled to make him appear like a ventriloquist’s dummy, and he was handing out cards to passersby with motions that mimicked a wind-up toy.

Really? The best use that this two-bit, shady, shifty, fly-by-night company could make of Gainsboro Stanton Addison was as some sort of…booth mascot?!

It boggled the mind.

It took every ounce of restraint that Ballew had, but he made only the briefest eye contact with his youngest brother as he took the card held out to him. Gainsboro’s face was frozen in a rictus grin, and his eyes gave nothing away behind his two-toned sunglasses.

Ballew couldn’t help tossing a parting shot over his shoulder as he walked away from the booth.

“So who’s the puppet now? Seems to suit you. Hope you’re enjoying it.”

His feet suddenly felt heavy, as did his heart.

Monday, February 14, 2022

In Yantal, it would have been grounds for severe punishment for Kirov Rouvin to publicly celebrate Valentine’s Day, even if his tastes had run to women. As a man who was attracted to other men rather than to women, that punishment might have led to imprisonment or worse, as had been going on for years in Argun.

Here in America, though, he was safe.

Well, safer. There were still reports in the newspapers about beatings and deaths in this country, but such crimes were usually committed by private citizens on each other.

Kirov knew how to joke and laugh with women so that they knew he was bantering rather than flirting with them. He knew how to joke and laugh with most men in a way that led those men to believe that he liked women as much as they did.

He’d learned what his American sponsor had termed “protective camouflage” over the last two years that he had been in this country. He’d had casual dates with a few interested and interesting men in the last year, but there was only one man for whom his heart thumped as though it would tear itself out of his chest.

Luck had been with Kirov lately, in finding ways to gaze upon that enchanting, incomparably beautiful man. Bless the fates that had arranged that chance encounter with Stanton at the library yesterday, and bless his own ingenuity for arranging a purposeful encounter tonight.

Although he didn’t even really have to manufacture an excuse… he really DID need to use one of the library’s reserve copies of Harington’s “Orlando Furioso” to complete his “compare and contrast” assignment with the Waldman version for Dr. Nagle.

After his two reserve hours were up, Kirov waited until there was no one else in line at the circulation desk. Stanton’s back was turned to him while he was sorting some titles on a shelf; he was wearing a black cable-knit sweater over a white turtleneck. No tie today. Pity.

Trying to seem casual, he carefully put the Harington folio back on the counter and placed his gift-wrapped box of Twinings next to it. He had tied a red satin ribbon around the box and had pinned the samovar badge to the ribbon. He then cleared his throat politely and Stanton walked over in response.

“Thank you for the use of the text. It was most helpful for my assignment.” Kirov turned to go, as though he had forgotten his parcel, and as he expected, Stanton called after him.

“W-wait, Kirov! You left something.”

Kirov turned back, trying hard not to smile too widely at the flustered look on Stanton’s face. He said, “No, I did not. It is for you. A small token of my esteem. Is today not a day to give such tokens to a person one esteems?”

Stanton stared back at him without speaking. His thin cheeks became flushed. He blinked rapidly, and Kirov’s confidence started to falter. The seconds ticked by.

Finally Stanton seemed to find his voice again. “I’m - I’m v-v-very - flattered, Kirov, but I c-can’t accept this. I thought you knew I w-was seeing someone. A romantic - romantic s-s-someone.”

It took all of Kirov’s acting skill, but he managed to pull off a realistic-sounding amused laugh and to reply, “No, not a romantic gift! It is just tea, a gift for a colleague whom I esteem! To repay you for your good teaching last semester.”

“Ah,” said Stanton after a long moment. “I ap-apologize if I got the - the wrong idea.”

“No, it is I who must apologize!” Kirov gave a big exaggerated wink and took a step back from the counter once again. “Please share the tea with your… romantic someone. He must be a very special fellow.”

His former tutor nodded and murmured, “Yes. Yes, they are.”

They?

Tuesday, February 15, 2022

Regina McCray smoothed one hand over her lacquered helmet of blue-black hair while texting her roommate with the other.

Tabbycat I Can’t Believe I’ve Been Dating The Same Guy For Six Weeks Can You???! Me!!! Hard As Nails Me LOL!!!!!

The reply came gratifyingly quickly.

GiGi it surprised me too but i think you got a good thing going

And nice to see you happy

Only real surprise is how good you are with Leroux’s kid

GiGi smiled, even though T.M. couldn’t see her do so from the other end of the dorm suite. She picked up her oversized blue martini glass and waggled it in an impromptu salute, somehow managing not to spill a single drop of her Mountain Dew.

Lance Is A Brat Sometimes Like Any Other Kid But He Can Be Really Sweet Too Did You Know He Gave Me A Nickname???

A little longer pause this time, before T.M.’s new text appeared.

Oh what is it

Does he call you queenie😃

She took a big swig of soda and set the glass off to the side safely away from her phone.

Nope He Calls Me Girldad

A much longer pause this time.

It can’t be easy for the poor kid with one of his dads in jail

But don’t you think his bonding with you is rushing things a bit

As always, T.M. could be counted on to cut through any tangle to get to the heart of any matter. GiGi typed back quickly before she lost her nerve.

I’m So Scared WHat Do I Do Now

She didn’t wait for a reply, but shut the phone off and stumbled, blinded by panic, to T.M.’s room. The other woman was standing in the doorway, as though reading her mind as to what she needed. GiGi let T.M. wrap her arms around her and didn’t resist when she made her lie down with her on the bed.

They were very nearly the same height, although T.M. was much curvier than GiGi.

GiGi sank into those curves like a drowning sailor. She buried her face in T.M. 's shoulder and concentrated on the scent of her roommate’s English Leather cologne.

She didn’t cry.

GiGi never cried.

Wednesday, February 16, 2022

It had been two days, but the rejection still stung.

Walking from one end of the hilly Inwood campus to the other, multiple times, had not helped. Burying himself in his coursework and starting to work on assignments that were not due for weeks had not helped. There was no one left back home to write to and pour out his broken heart.

Perhaps it was time to take the advice of some of his friends in the freshman dorm and drown his sorrows like a man.

And so Kirov found himself on a Wednesday night looking up at the very tall, very stern-looking bartender at Plato's Cave and holding out a $10.00 bill.

"A Smirnoff Ice please, good sir!" He plastered what he hoped was a winsome grin on his face.

It was apparently not winsome enough, because the man did not return Kirov's smile, nor did he take Kirov's money. Instead, in a surprisingly light tenor voice, the bartender asked, "May I please see your ID?"

“Of course!” He continued to grin, not wanting to show how annoyed he was that yet again, he’d have the disconnect between his class year and his age to explain. To forestall the inevitable, Kirov put the money down on the polished bar, pulled out both his campus ID and his New Jersey state-issued photo ID, and pushed all three in front of the brooding brown giant, feeling his own lack of height keenly and sure that his own face was pinker than ever.

The bartender, who wore an intriguing pair of eyeglasses and had long curly hair pulled back in a ponytail, picked up the two IDs, which were dwarfed in his massively large hands. Kirov waited for, and got, the apology he was expecting, as the man handed back the laminated cards and said in that same mellifluous voice, “I do regret the inconvenience, but I am not supposed to serve alcohol to underage patrons.”

“You are only doing your job, sir, and I congratulate you on your thoroughness. Although babies drink vodka where I come from. Since I am a Joisey boy, you know.”

That got the bartender to smile slightly, as the line usually did. The man replied, “I can imagine. Someone with such a distinguished manner of speech could only be from New Jersey." He pulled out the requested bottled beverage and continued, “I’m afraid we only have the black cherry flavor at present.” He deftly popped the cap off with a bottle opener and asked, “Would you like me to pour?”

“Certainly, if you’ll join me in a glass.”

“I’m afraid that we wouldn’t both fit, sir.” The bartender smoothed down the front of his somewhat gaudy half-black, half-white vest. He then turned to ring up the sale and make change, displaying a VERY nice backside in snug-fitting black jeans.

Kirov laughed, pleased at having someone to flirt with again.

Thursday, February 17, 2022

As Indigo Dyer propelled his shopping cart towards the produce section, a familiar fluffy head of gray-streaked hair, attached to a familiar short skinny white dude in a familiar red hoodie, caught his eye.

He used his long-legged height advantage to catch up to Spamton. “Hey, Spam-man! Long time no see!”

Spamton’s gurgling laugh accompanied his protest. “You j-j-just saw me yesterday for lunch! It’s n-not like it’s been - it’s been YEARS.”

“I know, man, I know.” Indigo fell in step beside the shorter man as they both pushed their carts through the aisles between displays of fruits and vegetables. “But five minutes here, twenty minutes there, every couple of days… it’s not like it was.”

“I g-guess.” Spamton tilted his head to look his former roommate in the eye. “Why - why do I g-g-g-get the feeling you’re trying to ask me for a f-favor?”

No flies on this guy . Indigo grinned to himself. He was tempted to spin a long rambling tale to wind Spamton up, but then he thought better of it. Honesty almost always worked out best in the long run.

“Okay, you got me. And it’s not really a favor so much as me hoping both you guys might be open to a little tweaking on this Sunday’s plan.”

“Oh? I’m l-listening.”

“Good. Tabsy and me were talking, and first off, we love the idea of fraction birthdays. You are a genius , man, for coming up with that.”

Spamton nodded as he grabbed a bag of carrots and dropped it into his cart. “My - my sister st-started it, and it kind of - kind of c-caught on.” He moved further along the corridor of vegetable bins, and said in a mock-sarcastic way, “If I ever g-gave T.M. a cutesy n-nickname, you’d be scraping b-b-bits of me off the wall.”

Indigo hooted and slapped the handle of his own cart. When he was able to stop laughing, he got back to the mission of selecting produce while returning the conversation to the celebration for Swatch.

“As I was saying, Tabsy and I wondered if maybe we could invite a few other people to this shindig. Make it something separate from our Sunday family dinners.”

Spamton seemed to be giving it serious thought; Indigo could almost see the wheels turning in his head. At least it didn’t look like the Spam-man was taking offense at the idea; he hadn’t started yelling or carrying on. In fact, it almost looked like Spamton was trying very hard to not bust out smiling. But the little guy was definitely holding some of his cards close to his chest as he answered, “How m-many extra p-people are we talking about? The house isn’t - isn’t that b-big, remember.”

Score! That almost sounds like a “yes”.

Indigo tried to sound casual as he counted off on his fingers, “Well, obviously, you, Swatch, me and Catto and Tabsy. Then I was thinking about Catto wanting to bring Kendra, and that means some of the other fencers that Swatch knows, like Nishay and Liam, might want to come. And then there’s some guys on the basketball team that Swatch has been close to for years, like Romar and the two Adams —”

He broke off as Spamton interrupted him with a handwave, saying, “You’ve s-sold me! I'll ask Swatch t-to-tonight what - what they think. And I’ve b-been trying to - to think of a way to thank Leroux and GiGi for their help m-m-m-moving me and Swatch in, last m-month, so I’d invite them, t-too.”

The shorter man was practically glowing when he finished speaking, and Indigo had a sudden sneaking suspicion that Spamton had known of this plan the whole time and had just been waiting for Indigo to bring up the possibility.

“I’d be happy to do all the cooking and have the party at Overlook,” Indigo blurted out.

Spamton seemed taken aback for a few seconds, but then he chirped cheerily, “That’s v-very nice of you. And cheaper than t-t-takeout for a gang of - of athletes - ”

“Hey, we’re not a GANG, mister - “

“Okay, okay! Truce!”

“ - but I insist you make a couple of pots of your chicken soup. Me and Catto have missed that good stuff, man."

“Oh, the truth c-comes out, you d-don’t miss me, you just m-miss the soup.”

Spamton’s voice was a bit softer now and not quite so cheerful. Indigo looked around to make sure that the two of them were not blocking any shoppers who might want to get past them, then knelt down to give the shorter man a bear hug. So that no one would suspect him of turning mushy, he also gave Spamton a noogie on the top of his head.

Spamton sputtered at the indignity of the noogie, but clapped Indigo on the back a couple of times, like he was playing the bongos.

Sunday, February 20, 2022

This party couldn’t have been timed more perfectly, in Catechu Dyer’s opinion.

The men’s basketball team was coming off three straight wins, two away games earlier in the week and a home win just a few hours ago. He had his arm around Kendra, who was also coming off a winning tournament round in both saber and epee, and was smiling fit to beat the band. She was channeling her idol Nikki Franke this year with her close-cropped ‘fro. “Saves on shower time,” she’d told Catto the first time he’d spent the night with her.

His twin and the Spam-man both seemed to be in their element, bringing out various platters of appetizers and finger food as soon as they were ready from the oven. Of course, Indo had somehow convinced their former roommate to make some of his signature chicken soup, but neither Catto nor his current roommates were going to complain. He’d noticed Ryan and Watson going back to the kitchen for seconds and even thirds.

Everyone seemed to be mixing well together. The guy with the SERIOUSLY long silver beaded braids who ran the radio station was having a grand old time trading lighthearted Shakespearian insults with Nishay from the fencing team. T.M.’s roommate was perched on the clanky old radiator like it was some kind of rocket-powered throne, holding court with an attentive group of basketball players.

T.M. herself was circulating, never in one spot for long. The air seemed to be crackling with electricity around her; Catto made a mental note to try to catch her tomorrow for lunch and see if something was bugging her.

Indo stopped in front of the couch with a tray of pigs in blankets; Catto snagged a hot handful and dropped them on his plate. Spamton followed with a tray of broccoli bites, and Kendra took some in a far more civilized manner for herself. As they moved away to offer food to the other guests, Catto heard his brother tell Spamton, “You know, you really should think about joining the hospitality industry. You’d be a natural at it!”

Spamton shot back, “Only if - if I can wear a sharp suit like Swatch does at P-Plato’s.”

The little guy’s stutter was barely noticeable tonight.

In a corner, Swatch was standing and talking with Romar, their old teammate. They were both leaning up against the wall, a pose that Catto hadn’t realized how much he’d missed from his cousin. You couldn’t guess from looking at Swatch that just three months ago their leg had been smashed to bits.

Romar was apparently continuing the harangue he’d gone off on during the bus trip back Tuesday night. Some of the players on the opposing team had been suspended earlier in the year for sneaking “lean” into team afterparties, and Romar wanted no part of that. He was audibly thanking Swatch for making sure this party tonight was a dry party, without overtly saying that he knew where Swatch was coming from regarding mutual experience.

Aunt Claudine had thought she had the kids fooled when she called her homemade red wine coolers spiked with cough syrup “grape juice for grownups”. Those had been her downfall, literally.

Catto was grateful to his grandmother Fairlight that she had never outright forbidden him, Swatch, or Indo to drink alcohol on occasions when the extended family got together, but let the three of them make their own decisions as they went through puberty and high school. She also didn’t shy away from discussing in graphic detail what the abuse of alcohol had done to her daughter’s brain wiring, something that even his own mom and dad downplayed.

He didn’t abstain the way Swatch did, but if he had a few beers every couple of weeks, that was a lot for him.

Watching Swatch’s face now, he could venture a guess that Swatch had Aunt Claudine on their mind as well, and not in the “happy memories” way.

And almost as if the two of them had the same near-telepathic link that Catto and Indo had, Catto wasn’t surprised to see Spamton cross the room to Swatch and gracefully extricate Swatch from what was becoming a difficult conversation by asking for their help in tasting whether the macarons were ready.

“That’s true love for you,” Catto said out loud, and squeezed Kendra tighter. She started to snort derisively, but her dark face softened when she watched Swatch walk into the kitchen, arm-in-arm with their partner for the whole room to see.

“Yeah, that’s love.”

Monday, February 21, 2022

Ballew was jolted out of his reverie by the vibration of his cellphone. The incoming text was from Swatch Paletta.

May I set up an appointment to discuss business with you? And also possibly the topic of love?

#swatchton #deltarune chapter 2 #swatchton au #sylph writes #fic: call signs

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jackhkeynes · 2 years

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The Midnight Impostor

excerpted in translation from Borlish author Raunsvart Pagcomb's first work Y Coronc Kervandal (released in Markish as The Midnight Impostor), the story of a petty criminal thrust into a larger plot published in 1912 but set a century earlier in Modest-era Vascony.

Sou y lumner dell'aubon joun, y citað de Bilvau lougeu com gem. In the early morning light, the city of Bilvaw glittered like a jewel.

Azenar sente com un rat luïr n'un darsou magn car. Azenar felt as though he were a rat in a very expensive maze.

Y stal zajadau dy marcað nogtorn accis par lamp fumer eð y lun fragnt de mar receven cos equal party a domn pescour pevr jarras e fenogl gostant tan e ci nobr robað n'ornament fluibond ant queldin raut frigsað ne papir cerous. The night market's motley stalls lit by smoky lamps and the sea-shattered moon welcomed both flocks of fishwives sampling jarraspepper and fendle as well as notables in flowing finery carrying quick-fried suppers in wax papers.

Azenar se tisseu pall'aucoum, colombant scur vars y canougf a fais blau dy vancry particuler nommað par sy cosvour nell'ig tarsc pres illeibr y nuverrem. Azenar weaved through the crowd, making a beeline for the blue-striped awning of the particular mariskery named in his cousin's latest nigh-illegible note.

Necun dy conjuraçonnour a gifar roug prefait ben ci costojan descos la se mettoirn a vijon. Neither the expected red-shawled accomplice nor any tipped-off guards presented themselves.

Sceye vray, portan, un farrago ragostant de fler a sal eð ougl ammonent cas mendrem un repasc valibr. There was, however, an enticing melange of salt-oil scents promising at the very least a worthwhile meal.

#conlang #boral #conlanging #boralverse #alternate history #conworld #translation

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contentabnormal · 1 year

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Do you have any updates on the IPW guys like Buddy Lee, Motley, or Bulldozer? It’s been so hard to find anything on them that’s somewhat recent. Thanks.

Hey! A few years ago I heard from Richie Rouge through Facebook, and we became friends. His name is James Lackey and he's living in Fremont, Nebraska. If you'd like to get some info on where some of the guys are at now I suggest you look him up on Facebook. He's very friendly and all too willing to talk about his IPW days. I also heard from "The New York Nightmare" whose real name is Steve Villa. Also a really nice guy.

#ipw #richie rouge #the new york nightmare #ask #anonymous

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nangbaby · 2 years

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Since I've pretty much given up on writing my Miraculous fanfiction, I was wondering if there'd be any interest in spoiling a series I'd never finish or if I'd be just talking to myself. The yet to be written list is as follows:

Chapters 3-5 of An American Wild Card in Paris with the epilogue

Daydreamer

Morningstar

Poltergeist

Kaeru-hime

Chaperaque

Sunblock

Nimrod

Red Robbing Hood

Mitosis

Daywalker

Akuma Rouge* (essentially the grand finale)

Revanchista

Here are the very vague summaries. As a reminder, the following chapters are set between Season 3 and Season 4.

Chapter Three - A sudden emergency causes the Guardians to split up into two groups, leaving Ash and Ish in Paris as the others investigate a familiar assailant. At the same time, Wild Card and Hawk Moth launch a plan to retrieve the object that escaped their grasp. However, Wild Card lives up to his name and leaves every alliance -- both supervillain and civilian - uncertain.

Chapter Four -- Adrien is reeling about the truth about his coach, while the Anticorians make their play which leaves even Hawk Moth compromised. Sudden Death has made his return known, and both Ladybug and Cat Noir must travel to the United States to help their friends, leaving Paris open to attack. However, all while Xactu arrives on Earth to obtain the power of The Core. Will the unexpected return of Belan help? What will Wild Card do? And who, exactly, is the mysterious "Rosebug?"

Chapter Five & Epilogue - A thrilling fight ensues that leads to the return of two former supervillains with Anticorian cuffs. Despite the darkest hour, Sudden Death and Xactu are confronted and defeated, Wild Card has ceased his hostilities, and the Anticorians are ready to go home. The overseas assignment should come to an end, but Hawk Moth sends a butterfly to the overlooked Drop Kick, turning him into the supervillain Game Over, who quickly overpowers his new master with the full power of the Core. It will take all of the Guardians, Rusherz, Ladybug, and Cat Noir to beat Game Over...and a certain father and son reaching a silicon soul to save the world! Set in Season 4 after "Mr. Pigeon 72" but before "Optigami" Daydreamer - It's a hot day in Paris, but when a father of a birthday boy is reminded of his scheduled obligation, he is akumatized into Daydreamer with the hopes to prevent the sun from moving, which only causes Paris to become even hotter. What happens when Ladybug is affected by the villain's blast? Can a newcomer with insider knowledge reveal the path to victory?

Morningstar - Adrien Agreste is a boy trapped in a gilded cage. What happens when he is allowed a hair of freedom to spend time with a family of which he has discovered a secret? What also happens when two boys who happen to like Rena Rouge end up side-by-side? All this and a haughty model at a hockey-themed photoshoot lead to a showdown on ice in which the boys have to keep their line together. Also, the return of Su-han...sort of!

After "Sentibubbler" but before "Hack-San"

Poltergeist - Ladybug and Cat Noir have faced all types of akumatized beings...but what happens when a jealous ghost gets akumatized and traps her equally monstrous family? Can Ladybug and Cat Noir save the motley crew of monsters from their own mansion? And what will Rena Furtive do when she is spotted by the paranormal herself? After "Hack-San" but before "Rocketear"

Kaeru-Hime - A physically disabled teenage girl wishes to meet the boy she has chatted over the Internet in a public place, but when she mistakes the boy's conversation with his sister with that of a romantic partner, she is akumatized into Kaeru-Hime, a frog-themed supervillain who has the power to change people into "freaks." Little does she know that there are other "freaks" roaming under the moonlit night. Will a furry friend or two give Ladybug and Cat Noir an edge against the "frog princess?"

Chaperaque - When a woman discovers her son has been lying to her, Shadow Moth changes her into Chaperaque and she vows to use her new powers to get revenge on the superheroes who have "corrupted" her boy. Will Ladybug and Cat Noir be able to save her son, and what role will Rena Furtive play in this battle? After "Rocketear" but before "Dearest Family"

Sunblock - Adrien has to deal with the sudden departure of one of his newest friends, only to catch the eye of a girl from London. Unfortunately, Shadow Moth manipulates her into blocking out the sun....an event that also has an unusual effect on other assorted Parisian residents. Can Ladybug and Cat Noir beat the supervillain and prevent a forever night?

Nimrod - The monster hunters of Paris have aligned with a group of German "researchers" to secure an important victory against creatures. Unfortunately, one of the more hapless of the hunters finds himself at the mercy of a vengeful creature. His fear and anger lead Shadow Moth to turn hum into Nimrod, a supervillain with the ability to depower supernatural creatures...as well as Ladybug and Cat Noir. Can the heroes protect their newly powerless friends from being hunted without being stripped of their own powers?

Red Robbing Hood - Adrien's friend has returned for an engagement and soon all of the rich kids in Paris are conversing with each other at a function...only to be held hostage by a robber who steals and absconds with a Miraculous or two. With Adrien's new friends unable to interfere at the orders of their parents, how will Ladybug be able to fare without her trusted partner? And will the appearance of the arrival known as Bête Noir turn the tide?

Between "Ephemeral" and "Penalteam"

Mitosis - The events of Nimrod have left the monster-hunters of Paris with the upper hand and with creatures scrambling for solace. One monster, who also happens to be a Cat Noir fan, is given a sentimonster which would seemingly provide the creatures with that they need...as well as present a populating doom. It's up to Cat Noir with his special relations to the creatures of the night to prevent the multiplying menace from overwhelming him and Ladybug.

Daywalker - Luka struggles with the knowledge he has gleaned about Ladybug and Cat Noir, so he arranges for Adrien and Marinette to meet at the houseboat, all while his friend and classmate is there for moral support and a jam session. But when the longtime nemesis of the classmate unexpectedly corners the boy, Shadow Moth gives the boy the ability to use vampiric powers...in the daytime, when no other creatures of the night can interfere. Can the boy's friends save him from what he has become? Akuma Rouge* - A dangerous monster in an unassuming form escapes from a German lab and prepares to feast on Parisian residents. Ladybug and Cat Noir cannot defeat this creature, and not even the supernatural friends and heroes can beat a monster that eats humans and monsters alike. With a desperate gambit, they ally themselves with Shadow Moth, who creates a Senticatalyst to create an army to combat the insatiable man-and-creature eater. But can Shadow Moth be trusted, and if not, does Ladybug have a plan to make sure he never pulls this stunt again? (essentially the grand finale) After "Penalteam" but before "Risk"

Revanchista - As Ladybug and Cat Noir have battled akumatized villains, gone unnoticed has been a slaughter of Parisian residents which have resulted in the proliferation of orphans too young to survive on their own. A pair of foreigners have been dispatched to the city as a countermeasure...but this duo has rivers of blood on their hands. When Shadow Moth grants one of the visitors the ability to restore what the aggrieved have lost....it confers unexpected transformations and resurrections. The events pose a question that is impossible for Ladybug and Cat Noir to answer. "What would you do for your sister?" *Tentative name

#fanfic #ml fanfic #miraculous ladybug

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