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i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i’m sorry. I AM SO FUCKING SORRY. it should have been me. i know it should have been me.
I’m the hardest person to love. I’m combative. And defensive. And insecure. But I’m also fiercely loyal. And if you stay, I will protect you before I ever think to protect myself.
spit out the BLOOD
&& keep going
be strong
( THEY STILL NEED YOU )
I will not be COMMANDED.
I will not be CONTROLLED.
Miraculous Ladybug: Gabriel and Adrien’s mother. The first meeting. 15-16 years old. by Dessa and second Ladybug: Marinette`s and Adrien`s parents
i have two approaches to canon
So if we extrapolate from this one-off line in episode fifteen, as well as this tweet by the creator and the answers given at this comic con panel from 2014, we can infer that this character’s relationship with salad is more complex than it first appears …
*pulls down sunglasses and points a flamethrower at the source material* Death of the author, baby.
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Gabe paces in the park, his jacket off and folded over his arm, the replica of Nooroo clutched in his hand.
He needs to find allies or something if he’s stuck here. Getting this mocking copy of his friend back home only made that more clear to him. His mind is... fraying. It was even before he ended up here, but this is only going to make it worse.
It’s fighting his every instinct, even being out in the open like this, with the remnants of Glasswing Ghost on his mind making him want to hide away from everyone and everything. But Glasswing Ghost is gone. He can’t turn invisible and disappear from the world.
Even if he still feels like Ghost, he isn’t. He’s Gabriel Olivier Agreste, and Agrestes don’t just stand by and let bad things happen to them. They do something about it.
And if doing something about it requires forcing himself to socialise, so be it. A fake kwami is no ally, after all.
Huffing, he chucks the kwami replica, wanting to get it away from him, before he starts crying over not having the real Nooroo again.
And it hits someone.
Well, even when not real, Nooroo gives him cause to talk to someone, doesn’t he?
“Er, sorry, I, uh, didn’t mean to hit you, I was just frustrated.” He says, quickly hurrying over. “Sorry.”
spottedcharms:
After the execution ended and the event in her room, Artemis knew that she had to do something. She took off the comfortable clothing she wore during the trial and opted for her original attire. She could feel when putting the armor back on that the protective nature of it was stripped away. It was as if she was wearing slightly padded clothing versus the tough carapace she was used to. While in normal situations that would be cause for alarm, but in here it was to be expected. Everyone in the game was a potential casualty and it wouldn’t be fair if she had an extra advantage over everyone else due to her attire.
While she was calming down in her room she was sketching in her sketchbook that she picked up earlier. The upcoming Halloween Ball it would be a good distraction for everyone. As she sketched her thoughts couldn’t keep away from Ruri’s reaction and what happened to Shun. It was hard losing people who were close to you, it was even harder to lose family. She thought back to what she might have wanted when she was a Warden if their game continued on. Buckling down she got into the groove fairly quickly. She didn’t know much about the Warden in question, so she just prayed that Ruri would like it.
It took all the credits she had to buy the fabric she needed, but the ex-Warden couldn’t be bothered to care. This was something she felt like needed to be done and there wasn’t anyone stopping her from getting this done. Despite all the time she’s spent in her Akumatized form, her skills with sewing never dulled as she worked vigorously to make her sketch that was lying out on one of the empty tables come to life.
Hearing someone else enter the room caused Artemis to stop her work and turn around to see who it was. The dark purple fabric was strewn across the work area with what appeared to be the beginning of a dress in the Akuma’s hands.
“Yes, the big bad ex-Warden knows how to sew and design. Can I help you?”
Artemis replied her eyes narrowing at the other. She had a lot of work to do and not a lot of time to do it. So she was definitely not in a mood for idle chatter or to get scolded on her past again.
“Er- uh I’m sorry? I- I uh can’t say I know what you’re talking about.” Gabe laughs nervously, running his hands through his hair and looking anywhere but at Artemis.
“I’ve only recently gotten here- I was just- Your outfit? Are you are Hero of some sort? I kinda am back home- so I just- I was curious- sorry- I’m probably-” He cuts himself off shaking his head quickly.
“Nevermind- I’m must sound like and idiot-”
He’s making a fool of himself. As he usually does when he actually attempts to talk to someone. His father would be livid, if he saw Gabe embarrassing himself to this extent. He’d insist that any son of his should do better. That he is Gabriel Olivier Agreste, and Agrestes are always professional. If you can’t say it eloquently, be terse.
Be terse.
Gabe takes a deep breath, forcing a quick smile at her.
“Let me start over. I’m Glassw- Gabe. I’m Gabe, and I was just wondering about the peculiar outfit that you’re wearing, Ms...?”
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Gabe looks around the sewing room, letting out a slow breath. He needs to acquire money somehow so he can buy fabric. If he can spend his time here, he can find some amount of peace.
While he’s willing to make costumes (and any clothes, really) for others for a small fee, and them purchasing the fabric, taking advantage of his one non-miraculous related skill set, but he doesn’t exactly know anyone here to make that offer too.
And being trapped in this hell doesn’t at all improve his social skills. If anything it worsens them, since he doesn’t have Nooroo to help him at all right now.
Which is why he just stops dead at the sight of another person there, and a masked person at that.
Is she like him? A hero? Trapped in here while she was transformed? A villain, likewise trapped in costume? A hero who was also given their coustume, and one who opted to wear it?
If it’s the last, he can’t begrudge her that. He almost ditched his jacket to wear the butterfly wing cape, for some sense of comfort, with that piece of what he feels like is the real him...
But that would look ridiculous, so he obviously didn’t.
“... Er-”
Shattered Dimensions Starter Call?
Gabe certainly didn’t expect there to be anything on his bed when he went to his room for the first time, but he didn’t think much of it, walking over to open it.
For all he knew this was normal here after all.
Upon opening the box he knew that it absolutely wasn’t. It’s unmistakable; the thick purple fabric with the white buttons. He doesn’t have to pull it out to see the darker purple butterfly wing shaped cape.
But he does. Pulling out the costume; perfect in every way down to the black boots and gloves.
He hugs the fabric close, almost starting to cry.
What kind of sick joke is this? He had only just gotten Nooroo back before he woke up here. Hadn’t even been reunited with the little butterfly kwami for more than a day... and now this.
They’re taunting him.
Picking up the replica of Nooroo, Gabe tucks the fake kwami into the inside pocket of his jacket. Feeling him there is... a small comfort, at least. It makes things feel a little more normal, even if his friend isn’t actually with him.
He drops the costume to the floor and sits down on the bed, pulling the blanket over his head.
While a fake Nooroo makes him feel better in one way, in that he at least tactilely feels as if his Kwami is there, but... It doesn’t really fix anything. He still doesn’t feel like himself. He still feels more like Glasswing Ghost than Gabe Agreste...
Fighting back a sob, he picks up the costume, and throws it across the room. It’s cruel, giving him this. Letting him masquerade as the version of him that’s actually happy, without out actually letting him be that person. He can’t actually be Le Papillon.
“Why...” He mutters, starting to cry silently. “Why- Why are they doing this...”
Gabe was still trying to figure out what was going on here, when this Halloween thing was mentioned.
Well, if he’s going to be trapped here...
“This is madness...” He mutters, getting out his phone to enter the group chat, just typing one thing.
[ GlasswingGhost ] I know how to design and sew. I’m willing to make costumes for people if they buy the fabric (and for a small additional fee).
Gabe can’t quite process what’s going on. He had only just managed to get Nooroo back, and still hadn’t quite gotten rid of the dark little butterfly forced upon him by the person who had stolen Nooroo from him in the first place.
The negative energy wasn’t going away, even if he looked like himself again. And now he’s trapped here. With Nooroo no where to be found, so there’s no hope of fixing it.
“Why does nothing ever go my way...”
Me: Hey I’m gonna bring Gabe back so I can throw him into murder hell Me: IMMEDIATELY MAKES A KWAMI SWAP AND AN AKUMA.
Lmao my time away from the ML fandom didn’t change me at all.
Well anyway I don’t have a write up or anything yet, but Peacock!Gabe is fashionable as hell and I love him.
Still on Hiatus but I just want to make a very sarcastic post here.
Oh wow what a shock Gabriel Agreste is Hawkmoth whoever would have guessed that
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Because not all monsters were monsters in the beginning. Some are monsters born of sorrow.
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