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@confiernoir-archived
actually, no. I wont spare you. all you fuckin personal blogs following me, that means FANDOM BLOGS and NON-RP BLOGS, I’m talking to you.
this is what you fuckin did to my activity feed. I can’t track any of my roleplay threads because of you damn heathens.
alright fuck this blog. it’s going into archives.
I’ve gotten over 150 followers in like a week. I can’t check if those are actual RP blogs. I’m sorry.
yeah, that is where I'm gonna be ━━━━ ━ because I wanna be NO, I don't wanna sit still, look pretty .•*:。✩
personals / non - roleplay blogs DO NOT INTERACT.
&& MEOW. I’ve had this blog for a month && I already wanna remake. I’ve gone up 54 followers in like... what --- a week ?? the ratio of personals dramatically outweighing the rp’s in that amount. it’s genuinely disgusting && I just do not wanna be on here. my activity feed is horrifying to look at && I haven’t even been on this blog.
indefinite haitus until I can be bothered to deal with this.
&& MEOW. I feel like the way I run my blogs symbolises the muse tbh. Alix’s blog is calm, I’m on top of practically everything && even sneak in some troll / crack stuff. && then there’s Adrien’s... everything is all over the place, I keep forgetting to save replies. the replies that I do I forget to actually POST.
MARINETTE.
“um…psst, adrien…!” already the students were in the middle of class and she noticed how he kept nodding off. their science teacher wasn’t exactly kind to those who fall asleep in class–who knows if he were to get into some trouble? “adrien, wake up…!” marinette whispered, lightly flicking a piece of paper at him to wake him up.
UPON THE IMMEDIATE CONTACT of the paper to the back of his head, Adrien jolts, sitting up straight && alert. thankfully the motion hadn’t DRAWN ATTENTION from the teacher—- which left the blond to try to glance as casually as he could to the culprit of the paper.
curious gaze meets Marinette’s, now producing a SHEEPISH GRIN of embarrassment. ❛ —heh thanks for that... ❜ Adrien didn’t really know what to say after that. TIRED EYES blinked slowly as he glanced briefly to the front of class in attempts to piece together any part of what was currently being taught. back he turns, to Marinette. ❛ I don’t suppose you’d let me look over YOUR NOTES after class, Mar’ ?? ❜
LADYBUG.
Fingers splayed across her face, head canted downwards as free arm tucked across her body, weight shifting away from the situation unfolding before her. Patrol had been going so well up until this point, the heroes beckoned away for this situation. Exasperation escaped her in the form of an agitated sigh, shut eyes half opening to peer at her partner who offered her up to be tribute with a mix of aggravation and mischievousness.
“I thought cats normally loved chasing birds. Wouldn’t this be more up your alley, Chat?”
CHAT EXPECTED SUCH A RETORT, more than familiar with the back && forth of animal based puns by now. his lips curl upwards as a SNORT erupts from the blonde.
❛ —- for you, my lady, I’d do anything... but if i could avoid going near feathers on account of my ALLERGIES, that’d be much preferable. ❜ the cheeky grin remains but any follow up on that statement is interrupted by the mayor’s PANICKED CRIES as he charges towards the pair, duck hot on his heels, snapping && honking up a storm. ❛ Ladybug !! Chat Noir !! Help me !! ❜
the mayor takes two FIRM HANDS, gripping to Chat’s shoulders as if he’d find any amount of cover behind the much smaller individual. Chat gives an innocent smile to Ladybug. ❛ Looks like I’m on protection duty. That leaves you on DUCK DUTY. ❜
LUKA.
@confiernoir liked for a starter.
“How are things going with that girl? Did you two hit it off like planned?”
❛ not EXACTLY... ❜ Adrien feels like SHRINKING IN on himself, admitting the words out loud. ❛ ━━━ ━ things are kinda weird between us now... ❜
** just like fire, burning out the way if I can light the world up for just one day watch this MADNESS, colourful charade.
PENNED BY MYLES.
&& MEOW. between life && having fun with Alix’s blog, I’m also having to block 10 + personal blogs per day && its making me not want to log on this blog, it’s actually a nightmare.
** just like fire, burning out the way if I can light the world up for just one day watch this MADNESS, colourful charade.
PENNED BY MYLES.
&& MEOW. slept for 6 hours && woke to find 7 more personals followed me.
** just like fire, burning out the way if I can light the world up for just one day watch this MADNESS, colourful charade.
PENNED BY MYLES.
&& MEOW. starter / plotting call. I totally lost my other one && I’m too lazy to go look so here’s a fresh one. smack the heart if we haven’t interacted yet !! I’ll get to these after finishing up Alix’s blog.
TAMOTSU.
starter・pour @confiernoir
His first day as a student at Francois Dupont was more confusing than arriving in the foreign land had been. He could speak English and a fair amount of French, so he had communicated smoothly up to this point, but having to write in French and speak to a roomful of new classmates was a challenge unlike any other he had met. He would have preferred combatting them all simultaneously to the TORTURE of mass socialization.
He kept quiet, his head down; listening. He would not focus on making friends for the first few days, only learning— but not just the subjects the school taught. He was learning about people and their gossip, the important events of Paris. Amongst this chatter were woes about the absence of a popular student. His father made him stay at home— Tamotsu did not understand why— and there was no knowing when he would return.
The answer, it turned out, was only two days. The famous absentee, Adrien Agreste, was met with cheer by everyone in the class— everyone, that is, except Tamotsu, who waited until the end of class to introduce himself.
“Salut! Ah… tu parles anglais?” Tamotsu approached his classmate with trepidation. He did not fear the boy or what might come of their conversation, only the possibility that he might struggle with a language he was not totally fluent in. “Je m'appelle Tamotsu Kuroba…” He bowed politely and looked up in confusion. He did not know how to say the next part of his greeting in French, and the English variations would not suffice. “…Yoroshiku onegaishimasu.”
THE HUSTLE && BUSTLES of being a superhero combined with the already ridiculously busy schedule the young teen had meant quite a few mistiming classes. he sent his apologies to the teacher, turning to head to his seat— only for his gaze to land on a COMPLETELY NEW FACE sitting in the class. a few curious blinks were sent his way before offering a smile in greeting && taking his seat. class had ALREADY BEGUN so he would have to introduce himself later.
as the bell had rung && students began collecting their things, Adrien did the same, only to find a voice — the voice of the newcomer pulling his attention.
he was asking if Adrien spoke english ?? oh no— his LEAST PRACTICED language. still, this new student was making a good go at French, even if his pronunciation was a little off. A NAME, that was a good start. the blonde grinned wide, hoping his recognition of his native tongue would put the other at ease. ❛ ah, c’est un plaisir de vous rencontrer, Tamotsu ! je m’appelle Adrien ! ❜ hands fold, gesturing to himself just to be sure he was clear.
the next set of words were a JUMBLE to his brain, though. not french, nor english or even CHINESE. Adrien was definitely stumped now. his welcoming smile FALTERS to a more forced one, melded with obvious confusion. ❛ uhhh... pourriez - vous répéter ?? ❜
( ★ ) @kisekikarasu || gets the kitty
IN THE SAFE CONFINES of his home, Adrien had caught wind of someone becoming akumatised downtown thanks to the local news report. that was all he needed to spring into action —- BINDING with his kwami to take on his famous suited form && leap from his window.
arriving on the scene, GREEN HUES NARROWED to a figure perched on the rooftops. too abnormally dressed to be anything BUT the akumatised. there was no time to await ladybug for back up. he’d just have to start the fight early.
POSITIONED ON HIS STAFF, a click of his claws && the weapon extended, allowing Chat to use the momentum to get an aerial advantage ( && hopefully a surprise attack on the bird - like ) akumatised being.
αятιѕтι¢ ℓєѕѕσиѕ
NATHANIEL.
@confiernoir //;; Nathaniel Starter Call - Open
~*;; “Hnng..” The quiet grunt left Nathaniel as he sat at the base of the steps in Collège Françoise Dupont. Class had let out and there was a free period before the next class started so Nathaniel had wanted to use this as an opportunity to continue his comic. Though, that wasn’t going so well at the moment. Another soft huff left him as he crossed his arm over his sketch book and tapped his pencil to his chin in thought.
He was struggling with the next scene, mostly because he wasn’t quite sure if he should made Ladybug and MightyIllustrator confess yet or not. It was a work in progress after all. Maybe he could hunt Marc down later and discuss it with him.
He blew air out and up towards his hair, the bright red strands flicking lightly against his face before Nathaniel just completely bend over, stomach to his legs as he ruffled his hair and then sat up right, closing the sketchbook. So much for making this free period productive.
AN ART ASSIGNMENT ?? oh, Adrien was STUMPED for ideas. he could barely piece together a decent looking stick - man, let alone come up with a full project. so many pieces of SCRUNCHED UP paper had found themselves piling up in the trash can before he truly gave up.
Adrien let his mind WANDER && DWELL on his classmates, so many of them had artistic talents but the one who was most prominent for their skills was Nathaniel. perhaps he could help ?? he usually spent his free period in the art room, right ?? that was Adrien’s best starting point.
BAG STRAP SLUNG OVER his shoulder, the blonde set off in search—- abandoning his messy excuse for art in the trash where it certainly belonged —- winding down the corridors of the school before pausing at the door of the art room. a few familiar faces were scattered about the room, THANKFULLY the one he sought was amongst them.
it seemed that Adrien has caught Nathaniel just closing his book. PERFECT — at least now he wouldn’t be INTERRUPTING when he was busy. taking a few strides into the room, he slowly approached the red head. ❛ uhh— hey, Nathaniel ?? could I maybe ... get a LITTLE HELP from you ?? ❜ Adrien smiles sheepishly, mind wandering back to the terrible scribbles he’d left in the trash. ❛ see... I’ve got this art project && I kind of... SUCK at drawing... ❜
