Dropping an obligatory disclaimer before I decide to start rambling about the MTS characters:
While I do have the occasional… grievance… with how the original Miraculous show handles its plots and characters, I don’t completely hate the show. There’s some aspects of it I rather enjoy. That’s kinda what got me started here, after all, being interested in the core concept/premise of Miraculous.
Don’t get me wrong, when we first started coming up with ideas for our own Miraculous show (which was referred to as Mirauclous: Rewritten at the time), it was kind of a “grrrrrr I hate the Miracubug, I bet I could write it SO MUCH BETTER” but I was being pretty immature at the time. Now it’s a lot less about one-uping the writers and far more about coming up with a compelling story using the main ideas of the original as a framework.
That’s why I might tag my posts as “miraculous rewrite” (because that’s the tag people use when they wanna see a different kind of Miraculous), but it’s actually far more akin to a miraculous reboot of sorts. That’s also why the characters will be a bit more different from their OG counterparts than they should in a miraculous rewrite, kinda like how the Turtles’ personalities change a bit in each TMNT reboot.
So yeah, if we didn’t end up keeping some element of the OG show, that doesn’t necessarily mean that we hated said element, it just wasn’t a part of the story we wanted to tell, or it simply wasn’t logical to include with the MTS context (for example, I think Alya becoming Ladybug’s confidant and a temp Ladybug was a really cool idea in the main show, but as you’ll end up seeing down the line, it would not work with the new story events and character dynamics that appear in MTS).
If there’s a particular part of the show you’re especially curious about, feel free to drop an ask about whether it’s included in Miraculous: The Series! If it’s not, I can explain what plot point occurs in its place. While I can’t guarantee that you won’t be disappointed by a few of the changes (quite a few popular aspects do get replaced), I also think that’s there’s quite a bit that you’ll enjoy.
"You know Amy, anytime someone says people "can't handle" a complex female character in a franchise that has multiple female characters who are far more neglected by the narrative in comparison, it ultimately undermines the concept of gender equality by implying that only certain women matter and not the female population as a whole."
After more than two years, my main account @DrDarine has been terminated. This account was not just a social media profile. It was the platform through which I shared my family's suffering with the world, especially Mariam's stories. It was my only way to connect with people, raise awareness about our situation, and make our voices heard.
In very brief summary:
● Many of our family members were killed during this war.
● We lost everything, especially our HOME, our heaven, and now we live in a tent with rent.
● Faced unimaginable displacements and famine, and we continue to suffer from illness caused by the harsh living conditions here in Gaza.
Before the war, we were ordinary people, living normal lives. But unfortunately, I don't feel that anymore. I don't even know who we've become. All I can see and feel is my life collapsing before my eyes.
I kindly ask everyone to stand by my side, and especially by Mariam's side. Please don't let the termination of my account, or any other action, become another burden that adds to our pain and suffering.
We've known Darine for more than two years now. What happened to her and the termination of her account are simply unacceptable.
For many of us, that account was how we followed Mariam's story and stayed connected to the family. Taking it away means cutting off their only direct line to hope and support.
Please share their blog as widely as you can, and if you're able, please consider making a donation today.
It's been five days with no donations. Do we deserve to be forgotten? I'm starting to feel overwhelmed with anxiety and hopelessness. Please help us and donate.. please 🙏
Darine's is one of so many longstanding accounts from Gaza that has been disappearing lately. It is a devastating loss to them, I assure you. These accounts are their only way to access the world outside of Gaza and find the support they need.
This means we must intensify our efforts to share their fundraisers, so that the loss they've suffered is compensated by our work!
From Gaza to Ireland: Survived but Nightmares Make me Wish to Die
Before I open my heart to you guys, please check out the vetting/verifications posts below.
1. @el-shab-hussein and @nabulsi # 151 on the spreadsheet of Vetted Gaza Fundraisers List
2. @riding-with-the-wild-hunt HERE.
3. My latest blog titled "Traumatized in Ireland While my Family is Facing Death and Starvation in Gaza" shared widely HERE
The short video will give you a quick glimpse of my story: 1. A young university lecturer in Gaza
2. Then displaced with my family and losing our house
3. Then traveled to Ireland to study and try to support and evacuate my family.
Every night I sleep in Ireland while my family sleeps under bombardment face starvation, fear and the cold of winter in tents.
People sleep to rest.
I sleep to see nightmares.
Every night feels like a horror movie I must live, not watch.
I wake up tired, shaken, and broken by the images my mind creates.
I had an amazing stable life with my family in Gaza before the war turned our world upside down.
I was a young, ambitious lecturer at the Islamic University of Gaza, teaching English and linguistics. I loved to motivate and empower my students so they can reach their full potential.
When the war broke out, I was displacement with my family multiple times in places I did not know existed in the Gaza Strip. Sometimes we literally ran for our lives under heavy bombardment and learned what a near-death experience actually meant.
Five months into the war, my Irish university managed to get me out of Gaza. Ever since I evacuated and left my entire family in Gaza (parents, siblings, nephews, nieces), I woke up every day so tired from horrible horrible horrible nightmares, wishing to end my life.
But then I remember:
If I give up, who will help my family survive?
Who will help me get them out when the crossing opens again?
I saw the constant bombardment every day live in the news, and my family was dispersed in different places in the Gaza Strip, running for their lives, struggling to survive.
The misery and suffering continue until today after we lost our house and the cold of winter if freezing them all, especially my elderly parents and young nephews and nieces.
HOWEVER...
Hard times do not only create strong people; they also reveal the goodness and humanity in others.
And Gaza needs the world’s goodness now more than ever.
My family lost their home.
They now live in tents, shivering in the cold.
Rainwater enters every time it rains.
They have no electricity, no clean water, no cooking gas, and no safety.
Survival itself has become a battle.
I have been dedicating all my efforts to helping my family survive in the current situation in Gaza and apply for reunification visas with the support of my college and friends here in Ireland.
Every single member of my family counts the seconds until the day we all reunify in Ireland and live a safe, normal life like we have been dreaming for more than two years
This can only be possible with your kindness, support and humanity.
Please consider donating if you can, share our story, reblog our post, and amplify our voice. You have no idea how much you can help in getting my family out of the living hell of Gaza to safety.
When the world becomes numb to Palestinian suffering, please choose not to turn away.
Please 'follow' me to stay updated!
Thank you for reading. Thank you for caring.
Mahmoud
People say: "Family always comes First," and to that, I say: "Amen!".… Mahmoud Khalaf needs your support for Death chases my family in Gaza;
like ok allegedly the white people in Northern Ireland terrorizing mainly Black people and poc are British loyalists and not “real Irish” but that video stating that is showing more concern for the white Irish people currently hiding in their homes “in fear” of harm, while real life Black people are actively being harmed lmao like??? get up! if you say you’re not like these white supremacists than show up in defense for the Black people currently being mobbed by people who look like you!
paying liberal lip service does nothing but make sure history doesn’t remember you as the “actual bad guys”, just the cowardly bystanders & it damn sure doesn’t make any moves to protect anyone Black!
You are absolutely right that more emphasis is being put on white fear than black lives, but I do want to bring to light some very important context for Belfast and Northern Ireland specifically.
I would believe wholeheartedly that people of color were also targeted both by Protestants and Catholics during The Troubles, but painting the painful and bloody past of Belfast over with US American history will not help our understanding of the history of communities of color in Belfast.
The Troubles only ended in the 90s, and people who lived through them remember them well.
Many of the white people who are hiding very likely lived through a time when the armed gangs were specifically looking for them. (My Aunt is a refugee from Iran, and though she had been in the US for years and years. And lived far away from New York. When 9/11 happened, she started having flashbacks and preparing for food shortages. This is a real trauma for people repeating in their own front gardens)
nigga in no where in my post did i “overwrite” anything by mentioning a Black American historical event this reminded me of. me reacting to a video i saw by a white irish woman and the videos of Black irish immigrants and citizens in tears and terrified over losing their homes still doesn’t erase the fact not enough of the self partitioned “good white Irish” are doing enough to show up and protect the Black people being terrorized!
how tf are you people incapable of holding multiple truths and historical realities at once? yall have a severe white euro chauvinism issue, my god.
Gonna drop a bomb into the reactor but can someone tell me why "people just hate women/girls who are anything less than perfect" is exclusively a Marinette defense? Can someone tell me this defense has never been for Alya, a character who has gotten bashed to hell and back with salt as early as Season Three? Can someone tell me why misogyny is exclusively called out when it targets Marinette (or Chloe)?
Marinette has been presented as and the narrative shaped to make her the ultimate self insert/my cool best friend character. Nothing she can ever do is wrong, because 'that's me/my best friend'. Any and all defenses will be employed in haphazard manner to flood the zone against all critique.
As someone who 'betrayed' Marinette(no she didn't) Alya gets no protection from those same fans.
Chloé fans are just so used to the show's BS they'll call out the blatant misogyny because it's being leveraged against them like a sledgehammer. These fans are not the same ones attacking Alya. Chloé is only ever used as a cudgel in Alya salt, it's never about Chloé as a character just a tool. (Very meta)
Keep in mind the writing has *trained* its audience this way from day 1. At 10yrs in, there are kids whose entire childhood was informed by ML.
Based on your response (I could be wrong tho) I think the point I'm making didn't come across correctly.
Putting a "read more" cuz admittedly I have a bad tendency towards long winded posts:
Tldr: what frustrates me is that not enough people talk about Alya also facing misogyny compared to these other two nonblack characters, and that tells me that not enough people truly see Alya as a girl, and thus don't find this point to be worth making. This view reflects anti-blackness, even if implicit/accidental.
I said this in a comment to someone else, but I'm not making this post to say that Chloe doesn't deserve sympathy, (or even Marinette for that matter) I just want more people to acknowledge that only these two characters really get "girl-based defenses" (aka that extreme hate for them is either misogynistic or failing to interact with the challenges of being a teenage girl).
My issue with only these two characters getting these defenses is just that: only these two characters getting these defenses. I respect people who make these points about Marinette and Chloe and don't salt Alya, but only not salting on her while not making the effort to address the double standards her criticism tends to entail is a problem.
Misogyny doesn't exclusively affect Marinette and Chloe, so frustration with the show's (and fellow fans') misogyny shouldn't be exclusively expressed in their favor. Despite this, only a select number of fans (such as the analyses made by the talented @flightfoot) actually address how the disproportionate hate Alya receives is rooted in misogyny.
If I'm dropping all pretenses of vagueness (which is admittedly necessary to prevent further miscommunications), Alya is specifically facing misogynoir. I am of the mind that the absurd volume of hate Alya receives is a product of sexism and racism/anti-blackness, and I am also of the mind that implicit racial biases are the primary reason why very few fans make posts appealing to Alya's girlhood as a defense, or even acknowledge her as a victim of misogyny when defending other characters (this matters because these aforementioned posts tend to give off the impression that the character being defended is the only victim of fandom misogyny in miraculous ladybug, thus making them the only "real girl").
Bringing up the meta behind Marinette (something better worth discussing in another post) or defending Chloe fans (who I'm not intending to invalidate, as that would also be invalidating myself) is admirable, but unfortunately it reflects attention away from the actual problem I want to discuss (the denial of Alya's femininity and how it directly parallels how black girls aren't truly seen as girls in real life).
Gonna drop a bomb into the reactor but can someone tell me why "people just hate women/girls who are anything less than perfect" is exclusively a Marinette defense? Can someone tell me this defense has never been for Alya, a character who has gotten bashed to hell and back with salt as early as Season Three? Can someone tell me why misogyny is exclusively called out when it targets Marinette (or Chloe)?
Gonna drop a bomb into the reactor but can someone tell me why "people just hate women/girls who are anything less than perfect" is exclusively a Marinette defense? Can someone tell me this defense has never been for Alya, a character who has gotten bashed to hell and back with salt as early as Season Three? Can someone tell me why misogyny is exclusively called out when it targets Marinette (or Chloe)?
(Small addition bc this post blew up more than I thought it would: I understand the impulse to hyperfocus on the racial elements to Alya's writing and—as is the focus of this post—her reception to the fandom, but I also don't think the gendered elements should be ignored either. This isn't me asking anyone to prioritize one over the over, but to point out that seeing Alya exclusively as a black character victimized for their blackness as opposed to a black girl victimized for her blackness and her femininity risks denying her gender and her treatment for her gender in a patriarchal world.
Alya deals with misogynoir, but only focusing on the second part and not the first falsely implies that she doesn't deal with the first, and thus isn't "actually a girl," the very mentality that this post is attempting to call out.)
INCREDIBLY CONCERNING SPIKE IN ANTI-BLACKNESS IS HAPPENING RN.
Some of yall may have heard some of the shit that has been going on right now. I'm gonna give a quick run down of some of the stuff that has been happening. Note, this is not all, and it may never be all as much as I will try to update this.
(I am going to try and compile and briefly explain these as much as I can. There may be misinformation. Please inform me if I got something wrong.)
(This will also be updated with additional information and new topics added.)
1) Racist Chinese Dolls.
There are these dolls in China that are being called "Natasha" baby dolls. These dolls are not only very obvious caricatures of black people, but they are being advertised as a "stress relief" in which the people who buy these abuse it in various ways.
This links to a video of a compilation of the various "uses" of the doll. There are more in the replies of the tweet. (Another link to the same tweet just incase)
2) The Mocking, Abuse, and Dehumanization of Black Children.
Apart from the aforementioned doll, there are apparently people going around mocking, abusing, and dehumanizing black children.
Some people have compared black children to the doll.
Others have been going into African countries and have found ways to mock, abuse, and dehumanize black children for clout.
(Source 1 + Full Video) (Source 2)
There are more videos surfacing.
3) Black people are going missing.
Black people, especially children and teens have recently been going missing at an alarming rate. Some of these same people are turning up dead, deaths being ruled as "suicides."
While it generally unknown why many of these people are going missing, many suspect that their disappearances, deaths, and even lack of coverage is rooted in anti-blackness.
The following is a list of black people that have been reported missing as of recently. Please note that this is not a complete list (it may never be completed due to the fact that many of these disappearances will still occur as time passes) this may contain inaccurate information. Please inform me if that is the case.
By the time you see this, some of these people may have already been found either alive or deceased. This post will be updated overtime.
It is also heavily encouraged that you reblog this with more links to recent cases of missing black people if you are aware of any that aren’t included on this list.
My pregnant wife was shot in the chest as she prepared to receive our first child.
I never imagined that I would write these words or live this nightmare.
My wife is in her fifth month of pregnancy, and she was trying to live simple moments of joy in the midst of the war. I went out that day to see some of the children's clothes and prepare the needs of our first baby that we are waiting for impatiently.
But instead of returning home carrying clothes for our child, she returned to the hospital soaked in her blood after being shot in the chest.
In moments our dreams and joy turned into fear and terror. We ran to the hospital where she underwent emergency surgery to check on her life and the life of our unborn child. Due to difficult conditions and lack of medical capabilities, doctors have not been able to remove the bullet, and it is still stable inside its chest until now.
If you were able to help or share our story with others, you would have given our family hope at a time when hope has become scarce
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So, this is my first time posting something that isn't a reblog here in a very, very long time. I know. :')
But one of my friends suggested for me to post my story, The Misfit Crew, here, so uh. Here we go with the first part/chunk of it!:
It was a bright, slightly chilly fall morning in Day Creek Park. Only a few people were there at the moment, due to it only being six in the morning, but they all were enjoying a break from normal, everyday life and being in nature regardless.
None of these people knew what laid beneath the park, however. Deep underground, a laboratory stood, covered in dirt and grime, and disguised to look like a gigantic boulder to the untrained eye. There were no windows, and all of the exits eventually led to places far away from Day Creek Park. Wouldn’t want any civilians to find out about the lab, or what it was doing, after all.
Inside, the lab was completely opposite to its dirty, rock-like exterior. The walls, floors, and ceilings were stark white and well polished, the various technologies were both up to date and regularly maintained, and everything was well organized and put away.
It was also completely quiet and still, the whole establishment internally shrouded in darkness.
And yet, the Asian American teenage girl in Room 59, sitting on her dilapidated bed and frantically crossing wires on a small, rectangular machine, as the gray and white fox ears on the sides of her head drooped, and her gray fox tail laid on her bed, knew she had to hurry.
“Come on, come on!” She whisper yelled at and shook the machine as small sparks came out of it, and its screen she could barely see continued to show gibberish nonsense, instead of anything comprehensible. “Work, you damn thing, work! Ugh, all of those scientists make it look so easy to use these things! Why is it so hard to rewire one!?”
The girl took a deep breath, which inadvertently ended in a groan she desperately tried and failed to keep quiet. Her eyes widened, and she intently listened for any noises or signs that anyone else had heard her. After about a minute, however, she finally began to breathe again, only letting out a small sigh as she fell onto her bed, and almost slamming the device next to where she laid.
She looked at the alarm clock on the small dresser next to her, her eyes widening and ears and tail shooting up after she saw the time.
6:58 AM.
Two minutes before the laboratory’s lights came back on.
Two minutes before Dr. Kronos came back.
Two minutes before him and the other scientists’ experimentation on everyone trapped here, including her, resumed.
“..Shit.”
The girl immediately bolted upright upon her bed, her tail curled around her, and her ears flattened against her head. She grabbed the small machine and desperately began to cross its wires again, with her blurry, poor vision making her unable to even clearly see them, but the only thing she achieved was giving herself a small shock from one of them, causing her to drop the machine again. It then promptly fell apart once it hit the bed.
“Shit!” She yelled, her attempt to be quiet all but forgotten. She grabbed the pieces of the device and slid off the bed to get to her dresser, falling to her knees as she frantically looked through its first drawer.
The girl then suddenly heard a soft click. The glow of the bright lights from outside the room creeped into it from underneath the door.
She also heard the soft click-clack of boots calmly moving across the floor soon after, causing her to freeze and look at the alarm clock again.
7:00 AM.
Dr. Kronos, as usual, was right on time.
And his footsteps were getting louder and louder.
“Ugh, snap out of it!” The girl screamed at herself, shaking herself out of her trance, and continuing to rummage through the drawer. “Who cares if he’s here now!? Maybe if I hurry, I can fix this hunk of junk, and get out of here-”
The door opened.
The girl once again froze in place.
“Subject 59,” Dr. Kronos said as he walked into the room, his words and steps measured and slow. “May I see what you’re holding? Or will I have to take it away from you again?”
The girl whipped her head around as Dr. Kronos walked over to her, hugging the pieces of the device close to her chest as the rest of her body turned to face him.
“...You’re gonna have to pry all of these from my cold, dead hands,” She growled, looking up at his blurry face and shooting him a glare, her ears and tail erect and bristled.
“...”
Dr. Kronos looked down at the pieces, then at the girl, his eyes cold as ice.
“Did you destroy another one of our badge scanners, Subject 59?” He said, crossing his arms. “Are you planning on rewiring it, so it can help you escape?”
The sound of more scientists entering the facility could now be heard, as well as other experiments waking up. Some of them began screaming and yelling at the scientists to stay away, while many others started sobbing and begging for them to leave them alone, that they didn’t want to be tested on today.
“...Yeah. I was, and I will!” The girl finally said, standing up as she continued to glare at Dr. Kronos. “Sure, it did fall apart, but I will fix it! I have to! I need to see the sun and Scaredy again!”
“And how will you fix something you clearly broke beyond repair, I wonder?” Dr. Kronos countered, gesturing to the pieces with his hand. “As far as we know, you have no experience in fixing or even making technology, there is no one around you that wants to teach you how to do so, and we have no reason to teach you ourselves, or to hire a teacher for you.”
“So what?” The girl said. “I’ll find a way to do it, anyway! I’ve been overhearing you and the other scientists asking each other and talking about how your technology works, and that’s enough for me! But you don’t wanna hear that, now do you? You think I’m just a helpless little girl, who you can push around and do whatever you want with-”
The girl was then interrupted by Dr. Kronos snapping his fingers while muttering a word under his breath, a silver handcuff appearing on one of the girl’s wrists a second after he did so, as well as loud footsteps getting closer and closer from outside the room.
The girl tried to yell at him, like she had done many times before, but she soon found that her mouth wouldn’t open. She settled for glaring at him instead, and a few seconds later, a black scaled, broad shouldered were crocodile, who wore a bodyguard uniform and had absent yellow eyes, a silver collar around his neck, and was at a height that towered over both the girl and Dr. Kronos ducked his head as he walked into the tiny room.
“W16, take Subject 59 to Room 5,” Dr. Kronos said simply. “Do what I’ve always ordered you to do; I don’t need to repeat myself, do I?”
The bodyguard’s collar glowed white, and he immediately grabbed the girl by the wrist, then followed behind Dr. Kronos while dragging her on the floor.. While she was being dragged out, however, the girl screamed, grabbing his large clawed hand and desperately trying to make him let go of her.
Other scientists, experiments, and were creature bodyguards walked around them once the three of them left the room, with most of the scientists and bodyguards not even looking at them except to nod at Dr. Kronos and his bodyguard, and the other experiments were almost all looking at the ground with sad, weary eyes.
Three of the scientists also subtly nodded to each other and behind Dr. Kronos as they crossed paths, however, and as they went their separate ways without any bodyguards or experiments following them, they all went inside a big, empty room, and started pulling out their phones.
Meanwhile, the girl was still trying to yank herself free.
“Let me go, let me go!” She yelled. She then bit and scratched the bodyguard with all her might, which made him cringe in pain. He still kept a firm grip on the girl's wrist, and kept moving.
“I said, let me go!” The girl screamed, and then kicked the bodyguard’s leg with all her might, causing him to finally let her go and stumble away from her.
Dr. Kronos merely rolled his eyes. He snapped his fingers and whispered something under his breath, and the girl’s handcuff glowed before she immediately fell to the floor, unable to move anything except her eyes and mouth.
Suddenly, the girl heard growling nearby, but the sound was quickly cut off as soon as it started.
“Why do you keep trying, Subject 59?” He asked coldly as he walked over to and stood over her. “All of your previous escape attempts and ways of fighting back have failed. You will never see Subject 67 again, nor will you ever see the light of day entirely of your own volition. You are almost an adult. The other adult experiments here have given up, so why don’t you be mature for once in your life, and do the same?”
The girl clenched her jaw.
“And why should I listen to you, you bastard-”
“It’s Dr. Kronos-”
“I don't CARE!” The girl interrupted, glaring at Dr. Kronos. “You don’t call me Val, my actual name, so why should I call you by yours!?”
“It’s because I deserve respect,” Dr. Kronos replied, glaring back at Val, “And you do not.”
“And who decided that!? You!?” Val snarled. “Look, I don’t care if I’m “mature” or not! I’m still going to get out of this hellhole, and I'm still gonna find Scaredy, no matter if you and every other bastard here will like it or not-”
“Enough,” Dr. Kronos said while doing a zipping motion over his mouth. And suddenly, Val couldn’t open hers again, though she continued to glare at Dr. Kronos.
Dr. Kronos then sharply turned to look at the bodyguard, who, despite being way taller than him, shrunk a bit at his glare, his gray eyes wide and clawed hands and arms moving closer to his chest.
“May I ask why you're hesitating, W16?” Dr. Kronos said. “Grab her. Now.”
As the bodyguard’s eyes turned back to yellow and he reluctantly went around Dr. Kronos to Val, picked her up, and started following the scientist once more, Val wondered if fighting back would ever be worth it at all…
Her mind then returned to Scaredy(who was technically Subject 67, but Val had nicknamed her, “Scaredy Snake”), a sentient snake, fellow experiment, and, from her thirteenth birthday to her fifteenth one, her only friend. She remembered how they used to share a room together, after she had been alone in said room for so long, as punishment from the scientists for fighting them so much. She remembered how Scaredy had never really said much and was scared of everything, and how she had been the only one that she had really opened up to.
And she remembered how everything had changed on that fateful night.
How a tall, gray werefox had gotten into Val and Scaredy’s room, and tried to take both of them away to who knows where.
Val had tried to fight her off, but in the end, she was only able to save herself. She had watched as the werefox and a brown haired boy wearing a light green and purple jacket had gone off with a terrified Scaredy, with Val kicking and screaming for them to bring her back while trapped in the bodyguard’s arms, alarms blaring as the werefox, the boy, and Scaredy eventually ran out of her sight.
Just thinking about all of that renewed some of Val’s vigor. She needed to get out of this laboratory; if not for her sake, then definitely for Scaredy’s. She didn’t know where she was, but she didn’t care. Wherever she was, poor Scaredy was probably terrified out of her mind right now, and she needed someone to get her out of the horrible situation she was almost definitely now in.
And if the werefox and the boy were still with her?
Val would kick both of their teeth in.
The only problem was…the scientists controlled practically everything in the lab.
Val had tried to escape using her powers once, but there was a reason it was only once; it was basically an unspoken rule to put handcuffs on “troubled experiments” in order to keep them from using their powers and under control, and Val was no different.
Attempting to run out of one of the exit doors revealed that said door was locked and, when Val tried to use a stolen scientist’s keycard on it a few days later, she didn’t know that said door had an invisible body scanner as well.
Then, once she was out of all other options and decided to act as annoying and unruly as possible towards the staff, so they would have no choice but to deem her a “failure” and toss her out of the lab, Val discovered that misbehaving didn’t cause one to be tossed out. It just led to them having to endure even more abuse.
Val suddenly shivered and rubbed her back when she thought about the last one.
At this point, was it really worth it to keep fighting back, when things kept getting worse because of it, and there seemed to be no hope in actually escaping?
Yes, Val would probably never see Scaredy ever again if she did stop, but, it wasn’t like there was a high chance of that happening if she didn’t.
She was now in Room 5, with the scientist standing near an operating table, and the bodyguard dragging her towards it.
“It is time for your final experiment, Subject 59,” Dr. Kronos said, silently gesturing to the bodyguard to stop moving, and then to start strapping Val to the operating table. “After this, we will use you how we see fit, and you will obey.”
Val snorted at this.
“I don’t see how, seeing as you’ve never told me what you’re planning on doing with me, anyway,” She said, her whole body shaking a bit despite herself, as the bodyguard made her lie down on the operating table.
“We do not need to tell you what our plans are for you,” Dr. Kronos said. “This final experiment will consist of having a microchip installed into your brain, making you only be able to truly listen to what we tell you, and carry out what we want you to do.”
Wait.
What!?
Val swore she heard growling again, a bit louder this time, but only for a half second. Narrowing her eyes at it, she continued to look directly at Dr. Kronos and scowled.
“So what, you're planning on making me your docile little puppet!?” Val spat out, her ears shooting and tail puffing up as the bodyguard paused for a moment with wide eyes to listen to Val’s and Dr. Kronos’ conversation. “You can't do that! I have free agency, and can do whatever I damn well please! I’ll just destroy your mind control bullshit with my iron will!”
“The microchip will make us be able to override your free will and agency,” Dr. Kronos said matter of factly, while going to a cupboard on the other side of the room in order to get some tools. “Once it’s activated, all that you know about and classify as yourself will be locked away inside your brain, and you won’t be able to remember anything. The only thing that you’ll be able to cling to will be our words, and our orders.”
“WHAT!?” Val screamed, her eyes wide. She tried desperately to wriggle out of the bodyguard’s grasp as he cuffed her to the table, but to no avail. “This is bullshit! I didn’t agree to any of this! Let me go right now! Let me go, let me go, LET ME GO!”
“There is no one who will “save you” from this, Subject 59,” Dr. Kronos said, closing the cupboard after he got the tools, with one of them being a small microchip, and beginning to calmly walk over to Val with all of them, after he also put some gloves on. “Just as much as there has been no one who would save you, ever since your parents handed you over to us. Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited for this day? How long have I withstood your petty tantrums, and had to tirelessly deal with your childish rebellion?”
Val continued to scream and shake as the bodyguard hesitantly backed away and slipped on a small, barely noticeable sheet of ice. Dr. Kronos rolled his eyes, thinking he just slipped on nothing. Then he put most of his tools, besides a syringe and the microchip, which he then pocketed, on another, smaller table, which was a few inches away from the operating one. He then filled the syringe up with some kind of liquid, and soon, he was looming over Val’s now frozen form, her head turned up and eyes locked onto his, as a final show of defiance.
Dr. Kronos smirked.
“Goodbye, Valerie,” He said. “No one, not even Subject 59, will miss you-”
More growling; this time, it was so loud that Dr. Kronos could now hear it, and he immediately spun around.
“Would you BE QUIET-”
Dr. Kronos then instantly paused himself when the bodyguard, now suddenly to the right of him, lunged at his throat.
“Cease this violence at once, W16!” He exclaimed, struggling to say it calmly as he stumbled away, barely able to avoid the attack. “You will be killed for this if you don’t stop. Is that what you want?”
The bodyguard said nothing. It just let out a terrifying roar and lunged at Dr. Kronos again.
Meanwhile, Val squinted as she tried to watch all of this happen, but she, as usual, could only see blurry figures in a dim room, with all of the movement quickly making her get a headache. She cursed at her poor vision under her breath, but then suddenly felt someone once again standing over and uncuffing her from the operating table. Val’s eyes darted in that direction…but no one was there.
“WHA-”
An invisible hand quickly covered Val’s mouth. The last cuff finally came off, and then-
“If I were you, I would step away from the experiment right now,” Dr. Kronos said coldly, the bodyguard having suddenly disappeared. He glared at the invisible person as he slowly started to pull his phone from his pocket. “LEAVE, or be torn to shreds by-”
“FROST!”Dr. Kronos’ phone flew out of his hand as it was hit by ice, and Dr. Kronos scrambled to grab it before it fell to the floor.
The invisible person could be seen now, and when Val looked at her, her eyes widened.It was the werefox.
My name is Maram, I am 25 years old from Gaza. I dreamed of a peaceful life, spending my life with my husband and my three children... but the war turned this dream into an impossible one 💔😭. We lived through this genocide with all its painful details and we are still suffering from it😭. We were so happy when the ceasefire was announced, and we returned to our homes in northern Gaza after being displaced for a year and a half in a tent in the south of the Gaza Strip. After repairing a small room in our destroyed house, we began to live there and start over. Unfortunately, the war came back, and it was even stronger than before 💔. Now, we have no shelter or source of income. We have used up all our savings during the war. I know I created my campaign very late, but that's because I have no other means to help my family 🙏. I am completely confident and hopeful that someone here will help us as much as they can and save my family in these tough circumstances 😔.
I know how painful and frustrating it is to start over from scratch, but I hope to get any amount for my family 🥺🙏.
My name is Maram, a Palestinian woman from Gaza. I am 26 years old and a mother of three children: Malik (8 years old), Ibrahim (6 years old
So, please, donate to my campaign, even if it's a small amount—it will have a big impact on us 🥺. May God bless you, my friend 🥰❤️.
TAG YOUR MOOTS AND MAKE THEM EXPLAIN THEIR USERNAMES LORE
Starting with me:
Hyyl18 because when i was youngest i had a group in a random app with some friends and i didnt knew qhat username to use so i decided to create one with things i used to read since we were talking abt fanfic in this group so: Hot Yaoi Yuri Lemon +18 stuff (i was in my dirty era dont dare to judge me). Hyyl18 thats it. Now i use it everywhere yay
@patroclus-is-the-bigger-person @b4rty-r0s13r-w1ll-fck-y0ur-m0m @cuntyteardrop @glassesgirlies @leninthestarlight @bardorsomethinglikethat anyone else who wanna join tbh yay
Got mine back when I was in my FNAF era, my favorite animatronic was Mangle. At first it was Manglefan but it changed to Mangos for genuinely no reason. Now it sticked to almost every account I have.
uh i’m tired most of the time and my favorite character is archibald strutted from archibald’s next big thing so that’s why i’m called “sleepystrutter28”
I had two previous accounts with the same name but slightly altered and I lost them so yeah
@mountaindewfein @ojwolfy @theoff1calfou4 @gummymew @pinnedd-board @bumbiddybiddybiddybumbummm @b0ba1nw0nderl4nd @nullaby27 @nspilothat + anyone I forgot to tag & open tags!!
aaauauuaua. paintbrush 👍👍 i identified as a paintbrush fictionkin way back when 😌😌 and i thought it would be cute to name myself paintytherealest. so like i was the "realest" version of them and also i was "real" in the sense of being honest and trustworthy and shit. i think i may have outgrown it a little, not so sure about tying my online identity to a fictional character that isnt mine LOL but i still use it for platforms which i dont intend to talk with irl peeps much.
ummm @justanotherjaykist @bananacaramel @b1ossomk3y2 @krmk-wrkshp @f00l-m3-n0t @risesthemoon-18 @roselalabunny @msuiclovr @metabsstuff + open tags. i actually tried to hunt for more of my moots for once heh
wellll- the reason I was called theoff1calfou4 was because: I used to sound like four PERFECTLY and I knew how to act like him, Plus I related to him A LOT. But by accident, I wrote offical instead of official since I had bad grammar (till now I kinda have) but it made my user a bit interesting so I made it like that (I added the 1 and 4 on off1cal and fou4 since they look like the letters and 1 ND 4 r siblings to me :]) so DATS why I named my self theoff1calfou4 ^^
ok so basically I had a tough time picking a username on ao3 so whay I did was
-took a nickname of mine ("Mallory")
- added something cool at the end ("Meow")
put em together and I got mall0ryy_meow as my ao3 username. Since then I started using it for all my accounts. You'll find me here and on ao3. You'll find me as "burnt zero" or smth on magma, and "gubbyvii" on discord
OK COOL
@coofepinetree (I've been interested in this username for a while now) @jellycatz10 @patchynmatchin
ooh ok let’s do this !!!
so basically my username was actually going to be PancakezznZyrup before I changed it too Patchynmatchin
I wanted something like really catchy and fun to say and similar to that username. Patchynmatchin was the first thing that came to mind so I decided to go with that!! :]
ok friend time I dunno if they’ve done this yet @vividhollow @evilherehotel @rvb1nator @orchuris @biograft-473 @eldr1tch-cr0w @cassiemousepaint(<- curious about that!! Lots)
Pretty sure I was trying to figure out a bunch of cool usernames when I was younger I think one of the previous ones was CorytheNBsillouhette or something but that one sucked (we dont talk about the very first username I had on tiktok😥)
I think I was just messing around with a bunch of words, I liked the word "vivid" since it was cool, and I think I also like "hollow" since one of my favorite shows was The Hollow and yeah I just mixed those together I think and it stuck pretty well🤔🤔🤔
@neo91502 @ac3-th3-mult1f4nd0m-l0s3r @jovialify @venus-st4rz + any of my other moots that im forgetting to tag
AAAAAHHHHHH IVE NEVER BEEN TAGGED IN ONE OF THESE BEFORE OKAY OKAY
tbh my username doesnt even have that interesting of a backstory 😭😭 it used to be ac3-th3-0sc-f4n because. my name is ace. and i like osc stuff. wow so creative of me 😭😭
but then i changed it to ac3-th3-mult1f4nd0m-l0s3r because i started posting a bunch of stuff that wasnt osc so it didnt feel right anymore
ya thats about it 😋 not very interesting sorry chat
okay time to summon my lovely mutuals @suburbanaro @fleetofaroaceshrimps @amy-hooked-on-the-brothers @nyano64 @battery-enthusiast @mouseydate hi guyss 👋👋 hello my mutuals i rarely talk to 👋👋 hows it going
In 3rd grade, we were learning multiplication via Number Rock, and the 8 times table song triggered me (and I got a vendetta against the number 8), so I picked 9 as my favorite number bc I liked that song. I also got a bike lock, and I wanted to make the code 9-7-9 to avoid 8 and not just be 9.
Either the same year or the next I came up with the username because I've always wanted to be an author when I grow up. I was 9 years old when I came up with ts and I wanted to bc my parents had usernames on social stuff and I wanted one.
I kept it and that’s my username to this day bc I was a stubborn child.
Ok well my user was inspired mainly by one of my roblox's alt accs (Brainsinmytub) n since I have other social apps, I named myself braininmars n used (mars) cus that's one of the nicknames from my actual name
On dis app, i js swapped the places it so it wouldn't be as repetitive n i also think it sounds nice n unique
Ok so basically. I used to go by Sophia online. It was what everyone called me it was the name of my old sona yknow how it goes
I started questioning my gender at some point and started identifying as transgender and was struggling to pick a new name for myself. I originally chose Jesse because it sounded gender neutral, but never really felt connected to it. Eventually, my mother finally suggested using my middle name, but change the pronunciation to Renny. I LOVED it and started using that name, and I kept using it long after I stopped identifying as male purely because it sounded so "me"
The Mayflower part is easier to explain tho,, I was playing bitlife simulator (or whatever it was called sobs), and the randomly generated last name my character got was Mayflower and I ended up loving it so much that I made it my digital last name
Ever since my full digital name has been Renny Mayflower :)
@sillylogicalclover @generalanachorcollective @terraterracotta (for if u decide u wanna come back to tumblr,,,) @dumfoxcrystalidk
The username came about when I was changing my Xbox gamertag from Khajitassassin. I decided on CelestialL0tus as a callback to the very first story I was writing that involved gods with a lotus like flower as the symbol/motif. It's also why the o in lotus is a zero. I then just decided to use it as my online handle across all platforms.
As someone who does a lot of drawings, I decided that my glitter pens were so superior that I needed to make a username out of it (lowkey aged poorly, as nowadays I'm not too fond of how the glitter looks when photographed)
Uhhhhh and for tags I'll just ask the homies: @dumblr-account @sophieabigail2021 @narusakufantastic @uniquecreationstation @donsive
(Obvs feel free to ignore if these reblog games aren't your thing)
FRICK I FORGOT THE #1 HOMIE @aeonianlunartine (sincerest apologies 😔)
Oh my God, my wife collapsed today from extreme hunger and went to the hospital.
My wife is three months pregnant and suffering from severe malnutrition. My youngest child, who is a year and a half old, cries constantly from hunger, and his mother is hospitalized.
For a week now I have been pleading with you to help me so that I don't lose any of my family members.
If anything happens to any of my family, I will never forgive anyone. Remember, I asked you for help and no one helped me.
These may be my last words or the last time I write a post about my family, so I will not forgive anyone who sees this post and does not support me with a single word and ignores me.
