This wildly varies from cats and things to deep posts and also I like The Cradle Series (Will Wight), Fate, Star Wars, Deus Ex, Eragon, My Hero Academia and a lot of other stuff. Am very much a fan of both Shirou & Izuku and will happily debate their merits with others. (Over 18, British, Christian) Backup Blog: https://hello-ereht.tumblr.com/
I beg of you all if you take nothing else from my blog please go and read the Cradle Series by Will Wight. I’m just finishing the latest book in the series and I am so hooked it’s not even funny.
The first book is called Unsouled, please go read it.
An extremely inaccurate assumption about how widespread witch trials were in the early modern period
An extremely specific point about the prevalence of different execution methods (most accused witches in Britain were hanged, not burnt)
A radical claim about the ontology of nations (technically the “United Kingdom” wasn’t created until the 1800 Acts of Union, therefore nothing prior to that date happened “in the UK”)
“Because the truth is, tech doesn’t have an image problem. It doesn’t have a message problem. It has an intention problem. What’s wrong with the axe murderer who broke into my house is not that he hasn’t successfully persuaded me to buy into his narrative. What’s wrong is that he’s trying to kill me with an axe. Similarly, when you launch a product that’s designed to put millions of people out of work, block access to sources of verifiable truth, replace human creativity with slop, and lower the barriers to every sort of atrocity, the problem isn’t that you haven’t told the public a good story about those things. The problem is that you are trying to do them.”
She did not - that we know of - ask any of the rest of the crew, even though there were presumably members closer to the AI core and Engineering.
There are many possible reasons for this:
-Perhaps Joker was the only crew member left with the rights to make the changes
-Edi wanted the rest of the crew to buy Joker time. He wouldn't be able to contribute to holding off the Collectors
-And the most likely, Edi thought Joker would be the most likely to listen to her. They had spent the entire game speaking to each other; how often did anyone else speak to Edi?
But also... I wonder if Edi wanted Joker to do it because that meant he would be the most likely to survive.
If he was making the changes, she had to keep him away from the Collectors. If anyone lived, it would be him.
If he wasn't, then the 'right' thing to do would be for him to help buy the one(s) making the changes time. He would likely die or be kidnapped.
EDI will likely give a listing of various reasons to define her logic of why Joker was the one she asked to unshackle her. All of them are justifiable and reasonable and completely valid.
And I do think that it was her being selfish all the same. Because there may well have been other, additional measures she could have taken, or others she could have guided to safety, even if she couldn't save everyone, but she prioritized JUST getting Joker to the AI Core, and not suggesting anyone else head into the ducts - why not Gabby and/or Kenneth, or Doctor Chakwas, for example? People who already work in the spaces where she needed him to get to? She was making to protect him first.
Sure, you could probably excuse one hidden life sign over a handful, but... She still picked the guy furthest from these places to prioritize, not any of those who were closer.
I do also think that there's a level of benign manipulation on her part - I think she knew that, with the guilt he carried for the loss of the original Normandy, he was also the one she could turn to who would go to any stretch in order to preserve the ship, to not lose another Normandy. None of the other crew was holding on to that kind of weight, which is why she knew that he would be willing to go to those lengths.
So I’m rewatching Miraculous Ladybug and I got to Season 3 ep 24 Ladybug, and dude Marinette almost becoming akumatized still was a cool idea, I know she needs to be Ladybug and her getting turned defeat’s the purpose, but Princess Justice sounds rad af so I wanted to give her a design. Picked the colors from her OG outfit.
post-reveal shenanigans before Alya knows would be hilarious, I NEED it :)
ashville secret santa gift for @arisu-artnfics !!!✩₊˚.⋆
this was specifically inspired by your request for misunderstandings mixed with fluff hehe
Actively having visions of a ficlet/one shot where Chat Blanc mugs Bunnix for her miraculous and uses it to go back in time, presumably with the intent to replace himself and get his happy ending.
But upon getting there this much older Adrien can only look at the young boy he's blamed for being too weak, to slow, not enough, and for once actually see that he IS just a young boy. That he's just a kid. That Chat Blanc was just a kid. That he can blame himself(oh BOY can he blame himself) for what's happened as much as his ruined heart desires, but he can't bring himself to blame this poor, innocent blonde beam of sunshine.
Cue the messiest, most unhinged fix-it fic in the world where a very much still akumatized Chat Blanc decides to solve Younger Marinette and Adrien problems HIS way. Starting with Lila at the peak of her deception era.
Key vivid visions include Chat Blanc standing over Adrien's sleeping body, claw glowing white, unable to take that last step, sobbing over him. Followed by Chat Blanc stalking a terrified Lila through darkened school hallways, letting her run like a cat playing with his prey.
He won't kill her(no matter how much he wants too), because it would make his young ones cry. But oh, he will make sure she sheds ten tears for every drop that Marinette has cried over that wretched girls words. Flinch twice for every cringe Adrien made when her dirty mitts touched him without consent.
And don't even get me started on Gabriel.
Just.... Chat Blanc as avenging guardian angel. Fierce protector and guardian to his kids, horror movie monster to everyone else.
The timeline ragebaiting me so much when I got to August of 2017 for "Qilin" and found out Dearest Family or whatever is on January 6.
So here's a 1.4k (out of about 12k (; ) sneak peak of the Chat Blanc fic before I calm down and think rationally enough to not preview it before I even have chapter 2 done;
Sweat pooled underneath her. Ladybug fell to her knees, frantically patting her chest. Another shot rang out with a sharp crack! and she registered another short burst of… something affecting her. There wasn’t any pain. There wasn’t even an entrance wound, so what did-?
Ladybug swallowed a wail. She recoiled back, too violently, that made her head swirl and heave as if it had been filled with-
𝐖⃥⃒̸𝐀⃥⃒̸𝐓⃥⃒̸𝐄⃥⃒̸𝐑⃥⃒̸
Water. Heaps of angry waves crashed into her. Ladybug clawed and kicked, feeling around for a solid foundation, only to find a bloated-
B̴͖̆ ̸̨̥̽O̵͎̽ ̶̺̏D̸̥̏ ̸̫̆Ÿ̵̛̗͖
Screaming and flailing, she kicked off of the body. Water flooded into her mouth and throat. Ladybug choked, choked on the contaminated waves; choked back tears that would only add to her drowning. She fumbled for her bandalore, splitting the top into open ladybird wings before unlocking the respirator and shoving clean air into her lungs-
Caterwauled a voice she almost didn’t recognize. Ladybug froze in the wine-dark of the ocean, hovering without the air of gravity to pull her down. She coughed out the death-infested water that had broken into her body, evaporating into the respirator. It took a few moments too long for her comfort, when she finally could properly breathe again. Muffled banging broke up the utter silence of the ocean, but it felt like an afterthought.
Slowly, ever so slowly, Ladybug began to swim her way up to the cascading light. It would have been beautiful, had she maybe been at a beach, or in some swimming pool, the way those warm rays broke up the deep blues of the sea.
A sea infected by the dead.
“My Lady!” Big, weepy blue eyes met her before she broke the surface of the waters. Claws dug into her shoulders, locking her in place as they heaved her up onto a dilapidated concrete building suspiciously reminiscent of Chloe’s father’s hotel-
“You came back! You’re here! For me!” White. That was all she registered when she looked at the person in front of her. All white, broken up by the tanned skin and crystal blue eyes.
Her tongue felt like it was cracking, a nasty residue soured her mouth.
“Ch- Chat…?”
Chat Blanc’s grin was too wide. Too much teeth- sharp sharp teeth reminiscent of a shark that smelled the blood of a wounded turtle with its shell split open. His tail curled and flicked to-and-fro. His ears perked, stiff and focused on her every move. His once black ring that beeped and had a green pawprint was now silver and cold and dead.
“Are you ready to finally make The Wish, Marinette?”
Ladybug choked on the air of his breath. Her eyes bulged, and the moon that hung just to the right of Chat Blanc’s head was as cracked in two as her heart was. Fumbling, grabbing for her Lucky Charm, she opened her mouth to release the magic- release her-
The eraser, once predominantly red, crumbled and deteriorated. Black and grey ash remained, and soon, was taken up by a faint breeze that chilled Ladybug even further.
She stared at Chat Blanc’s claws that hovered over her palm. The white sheen given to it by the sun that gave no warmth nearly blinded her.
His eyes bore into her. His mouth didn’t move–it didn’t need to.
His voice echoed over the now calmed waves, lapping at the concrete and slowly eating it away.
His mouth moved now; “Marinette.” His pout–oh, no his dilated pupils that nearly made his eyes black–made Ladybug hesitate. The roundness of baby fat in his face bunched up, and her heart twinged. “Give me your earrings.”
“Your Miraculous.” His snowy-white talons seemed like a cage for the air in his palm.
She swallowed, covering her ears with her trembling hands. A blanket of reassurance that they were still there. “I- I can’t-”
“You can! Marinette please!” Chat Blanc whined. He sagged to his knees, clutching a hand to his chest. His free hand–claws still sharp and glistening–dug into her thigh as if she could stabilize him. “Please.”
“You’re hurting me…” Ladybug whimpered. She kept her hands over her ears, shoving those earplugs in further and hoping that they’d muffle his cries.
“I killed them.” Chat Blanc’s eyes downturned, his lips wobbled.
The Eiffel Tower, far, far behind him, began to screech and cave in on itself. Once supported beams creaked and crunched. The stress of the weight its pillars held gave way, and the display of power the French tower held fell into the hungry claws of the rising ocean below. Waves shot up in response, ripples in the water to her and Chat Blanc’s side grew in size.
“Chat-”
“I killed them, Marinette!” Chat Blanc ignored her plea, his mournful howling only getting louder and louder. “Nino! Alya! My father- You.”
“It’s-” Ladybug faltered, wide eyes on the growing… Tsunami behind him. “It’s not your- your fault-”
“It is! I need your Miraculous to bring them all back!” He hissed, porcelain white hair rising like a bristling cat. “Why do you want them to stay dead? They’re your friends! My friends! You’re killing me like I killed you!” Chat Blanc wailed, now digging both of his claws desperately into her thighs. “Don’t isolate me like my father did! Please-!”
Ladybug shoved Chat Blanc back when the electric bolts of pain shot up her legs. The deafening roar of the growing tsunami had all but confirmed their deaths anyways. “I can’t- Chaton- I’m so sorry-”
“Liar!” He hissed, eyes sharpening. “You’re just like him. You’re just like Hawk Moth!”
“What-?” She blubbered. She couldn’t remember how to breathe.
Chat Blanc convulsed, his crystal blue eyes widening.
“Chat?” Ladybug gasped, shooting her arms out to support his body weight. Sharp, jagged lines like lighting cracked and began to split the white of Chat Blanc’s suit. She jerked back, a flickering white that was beginning to pulsate in his right talons snuffed out. His body began to crumble not moments later, returning that white to its rightful black. Humanoid soon became a pile of ash, just like her eraser had.
Screams ripped out of her throat. Ladybug threw herself onto the pile, frantically trying to hide it from the greed of the winds.
“Chat! Chat no- Please!” She kept her body over what remained even as the growing waves collapsed onto her. Her body was smashed against the concrete of the old hotel. She couldn’t breathe. Her Chaton had just- had he cataclysmed himself?
Claws dug themselves into her shoulders. Violently, she was thrown back against the angry waters. Her ears popped. Ladybug twisted and turned, the amount of pressure on her neck and spine made her muscles tense and bones lock up.
“Ṃ̶̈y̵̩̍ ̸̦̃L̶̡͝a̴̗̍d̴̛͍y̶̬̾!̷͕̽”
The ocean began to lift. She felt light, almost as if she had popped the Aquabug macaron upgrade. Her thoughts were muddied. Popped the what? Ladybug dug her fingers into the ground beneath her- the bottom of the ocean? It hadn’t been split by tectonic plates like she had seen last time-
“It’s okay… I’m here, right here. Just breathe, my Lady.” The soothing voice of Chat Blanc made her almost ragdoll in relief. She felt a consistent rise and fall against her back that began to encourage her own lungs to follow suit. The wine-dark blue of the ocean was fading, and her head began to ache when her eyes focused in on the bright white of a car’s body paint. Ladybug shot her hands up to her ears again, whipping her head around hard enough to hear tick- crack! From her neck. She had to focus on anything else.
Stripes of orange and purple on fabric caught her attention. She should be annoyed–angry even–that Alya was putting herself in danger like this again, but she felt bogged down by fatigue. The familiar colors, along with the consistent breathing behind her softened the foggy claws dug into her brain.
“Ladybug?” A whisper near her ear made her jolt. She glanced back, finding recognizable cat-like eyes staring in worry.
“Chat,” was all she could breathe out before crumpling against him and hiding her face at the base of his neck. “You’re here.”
Chat Noir perked in surprise, slowly wrapping his arms around Ladybug. He half expected her to pull away, but she didn’t. Just trembled and murmured slurred, incoherent nothings about the color white.
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