Well Agrested

Selective, Adrien Agreste/ Chat Noir Roleplay blog. Mun is 22 Mutuals only Affiliated with Dead Silence RP

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an ode to the lost

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When Bridgette had gotten the call about Tom’s death, her entire world had shut down. While she knew the burns were bad, it hadn’t crossed her mind that this could be something he perhaps couldn’t bounce back from. It utterly destroyed her. Since then, she’d been spending most of her time at home, simply waiting for the diner to get back into business so that maybe she’d have something to do with her days. 

She’d had some visitors, but for the most part people seemed to sense that it would be best to leave the young woman be. Given that, she was a tad surprised when she heard her doorbell ring. It took a moment to muster up the energy to go to the door, but once she did, she was glad for it. A soft smile tugged her features as she saw the young man on the other side. 

“Adrien. Come in.” She stepped aside for him. She’d always be glad to see the blond. He was her brother in all means other than blood, and seeing him always put her worries a bit more at ease. 

To think of Woodleaf as boring was once thing. To consider it dangerous was another altogether. A break in, a fire, and the death of Tom Heft were quickly turning such perceptions, however, into more than pure speculation. The students felt it, too. That much was easy to tell. And the young teacher didn't feel right silencing them, such tragedies deserved to be remembered.

But it was Bridgette he worried for, confronted once again with that uncomfortable inevitability of death and of loss. He hadn't seen her in days. Although in all honesty, Adrien hadn't known what to say. He still didn't. He rang her bell, not pushing his way in unannounced as they had as children. When she answered, Adrien forced his model smile, lightness to his eyes that remained purely on the surface.She didn’t buy it. Of course she didn’t.

His hand rested on her shoulder, lightly, greeting and comforting in equal measure.

"Do you have some time, Bridge? I was hoping we could talk."

Talk like, actually talk unlike the half answers and dismissals he got from certain other citizens of Woodleaf. Upon her answer, he'd nodded, made his way to her small kitchen to brew tea, the way she'd liked when they had been young, when he’d been to young and protected to touch the stove. Over the whistle of the kettle, he let out a breath, low and deep, and let that mask of a smile fade.

"You were there, weren’t you?"

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A Light in the Dark

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Bridgette knew that coming to the motel was a bad idea. She was already being WATCHED by the Mayor. Who knew what poking around at a crime scene would do to her image? However, she couldn’t not come. She needed some sort of answer, some sort of solution. A crime like this was unheard of, and she couldn't help but feel that there was an UNNATURAL element to the whole thing. 

She’d expected to be alone there, so when she saw Adrien at the scene, she considered not entering. However, she was here, and maybe they could have the conversation they needed to. Bridgette had a theory, about what happened to his parents. Félix hadn’t wanted to know, but Adrien was different. Adrien deserved to know what she thought if he was curious enough to ask. 

Bridgette nodded just a bit. “Yes. It has.” She moved closer, offering Adrien a small smile. “Careful not to touch anything. They’re still looking through everything. It’d be unfortunate to be blamed for something you didn’t do.” 

She hadn’t changed. Less than a minute into conversation and she was already fretting about him getting into trouble. Adrien supposed that no amount of degrees would change how she saw him. What was worse, was that she had honed in on exactly what he had been thinking.

Truth be told, if Bridgette hadn’t stumbled upon the same spot at the same time, Adrien would already have been poking around the devastated room. Maybe it would lead to nothing. Maybe he would find answers.

He took one step closer to the shattered window, raising his hands in dramatic proof that he wasn’t touching anything.

“It’s so dark in there.” He marveled, skirting around the real question tugging at him.

He pulled his phone free from his pocket once again and shone the light into the abandoned room, trying to make out anything of interest. As he did, he admitted what had been weighing on him, what Félix didn’t want to hear.

“You know, I’ve been wondering if something like this happened to father.” What was worse, he had been wishing for that to be the case. “It would almost be easier, you know—ow—What is that!?”

His light flickered off of something in the abandoned room, maybe something left by the police? Some animal running amuck in the place? Adrien didn’t try to keep the horror from his voice. “Tell me you saw that.”

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A Light in the Dark

Closed starter for @brixcheng

Woodleaf’s fireworks had been… something; but the news the following day was far more. Adrien didn’t know what to make of it. Crime happened all the time in Seattle, it was to be expected. But it quiet, boring, eerily silent Woodleaf? It was unheard of. 

Well, mostly.

So the next day had Adrien rattled and not just from his uncomfortably fourth-of-July conversations.

When he came to his senses, Adrien was already on the top floor of the now-abandoned Willow-Shade Motel, pushing past the broken door and into the empty room. It had already been picked through by the police, sure, but Woodleaf’s small force had to sleep. So Adrien had come to find something out—to find anything out about the town he thought was boring—about the town he thought he knew.

The crunch of glass-shards beneath worn-in shoes made him start, made his head jolt over his shoulder and his eyes stare wide.

“Bridge—“ His voice was dry, hoarse, and more than anything, afraid.

“It’s the middle of the night—what are you?”

He drew closer to her, as if she’d disappear were he to move too quickly. Finally, he exhaled, let his shoulders slump. 

“It’s been bugging you too, hasn’t it?”

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She doesn’t say anything to Adrien’s comment about feeling like he should still be a student, but he kinda has a point. He’s not much older than she is, really. The idea of someone so close to her in age being a teacher seems strange.

“I’m usually better than that, I swear.” Moana laughs into her hand. “I mean I’m by no means good, but I’m not normally that bad.”

She watches quietly as he throws… and also misses, though not as bad as she did. Seems neither of them are particularly good at this game. But is anyone really good at festival games?

“Oh god, that is bad luck.” She says with a smile. “I mean, every year, and you’ve never won even once? You should have won by sheer dumb luck at least once, even if you’re terrible at it.” She giggles. “Maybe it’s rigged.”

His lips widen in false-shock, Adrien chucks a few more rings over the counter unsuccessfully, focusing more on the girl next to him than on the game. Was she having a good time, or was she humoring the pathetic local who was still a stranger to his town?

“Don’t let anyone hear you saying that.” He urges in a stage-whisper. “Woodleaf takes its festival very seriously.”

Adrien pauses for a moment before grinning. “Or something like that.”

Their bucket of rings is quickly dwindling down to a meager few. Adrien sighs and pushes the container over to Moana.

“You take them, I’m not getting anywhere.” He leans forwards across the counter and watches his future pupil (weird) take the next shots. It’s the second last ring that lands, that jingles down the center and actually sets on top of one of the bottle. Adrien is ecstatic.

“Holy!--“ He swallows. “cow.”

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Moana nods, smiling. She’s sure most everyone in this town knows her name. It probably sounds downright foreign to most of them. Sometimes its even hard for her to believe that this is the same country as her old home, so it’s no surprise that she sticks out around here.

“You’re the new teacher aren’t you, Adrien?” He seems barely older than her, so the idea of him being a teacher seems strange.

She chuckles when he asks about her aim. “So-so, but it’s always fun to try, even if you’re no good.” Her smiles turns into a grin, and she almost darts over to it, but stops herself, not wanting to show how excited she is to try and have some fun with a potential friend.

Her grin widens, and she lets out a giggle of glee, grabbing a ring as he holds out the basket. “I’d be honored to.”

She turns, tossing the ring and… misses entirely, not that she’s particularly bothered, laughing at herself.

It comes as a surprise that she knows him. Adrien always hated that about Woodleaf; news travels fast when there is so little to talk about. 

“I am.” He admits, running his fingers through his hair. “It still feels like I should be a student, though.” 

While Moana throws, Adrien watches her in silence, not wanting to off-set her focus. Festival games are very serious, after all. But her miss is... something. It’s wild, it’s catastrophic, it’s-- not even close. Adrien puffs out his cheeks, holding the laughter back for mere seconds before it bursts out of him. 

“And that’s why we have a whole basket.” He grins, setting the rings on the table and flipping one in his hand. 

His first toss lands in the middle, clinking against the glass as it falls between the bottles.

“I have something to tell you.” He whispers so only she can hear. Adrien flicks another ring towards the bottles as he speaks. 

“I've played this game almost every year since I was a kid and I’ve never won. Talk about bad luck.”  

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after hours

He hand’t missed the dark.

University in Seattle had been so much more than Woodleaf. It had been lights and sound and everything Adrien had craved during his childhood. In the city, he had bloomed, a model child set free on an imperfect world. Now he was back, two steps recoiled  in the town he had fought so hard to leave.

Woodleaf was quiet. And it was so, miserably dark. It was suffocating and Adrien willingly smothered himself. He crept out of his childhood home, so empty now, and wandered to the park with only the light of his mobile to guide him.

Beneath his sneakers, the gravel slid and scattered, harmonizing with the eerie sounds of the forest. When he reached the festival grounds, closed for the day, Adrien pushed himself up onto the stage, corssed his legs at the ankles.

It’s the sound behind him that made him gasp, stumble to his feet, and sent his phone sliding across the dirt. It was out of place. Didn’t belong against the silence of Woodleaf. So much like Adrien.

He smiled, eyes straining to make out the stranger silhouetted against the darkness. “I didn’t see you there.” He laughed slowly, hesitantly, a pitiful sound in the back of his throat. 

“S’a little late to be out. Don’t tell me you’re to look at the stars?”

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“Oh!” Moana smiles brightly. She hadn’t realised it was the new teacher she stopped until he turns around towards her. 

He seemed so nice when she briefly met him before, so she’s glad for who’s attention she got.

“Yeah, I know things like this are always more fun with others, but all my friends are in a different state.” 

She smiles brightly at Adrien, clapping her hands together. “I’d like that! I’m happy to start with the games. Thank you so much!”

Adiren is already rolling his shoulder’s back, stretching out his arms. The midway has always been his favourite. “Moana, right?” he remembers the name from the school roster, one of the few transfers to their tiny and forgotten town. 

“I’m Adrien. Admittedly, a lot of my friends are elsewhere as well.” He signals towards the ring-toss stall with two fingers. “How’s your aim?”

It’s an active effort for Adrien not to skip over to the stall. He watches Moana’s footsteps, timing his to hers. 

Adrien slides a few tickets over the counter, smiles at the old friend long-forgotten who takes them. He holds the basket out to Moana, eyes narrowed in glee. “Take the first shot?”

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theoceanismyfrxend-deadxsilence:

Woodleaf is not in any way a nice place to Moana, despite what Caiden says to try to convince her otherwise. 

And it’s definitely not home, despite what her parents say.

And without school it’s even wore than before, because at least in class she can pretend that the ocean is still nearby and she just can’t go to it then.

But now in the summer time, she’s miserable. 

There is nothing to do, as far as she sees it. It’s not like home where she could just run down to the beach anytime she wanted, and there’s only so much time she can spend holed up in the library trying to distract herself with books especially now, given the shorter hours.

But maybe, maybe this festival will be entertaining. She can hope, at least. She should try to have fun.

She goes out to the festival- pleasing her parents who think she’s finally adjusting.

And is immediately unsure of what to do. This isn’t the first festival she’d ever been too, but it’s the first without her friends- and she’s not in the mood for  Caiden’s praising of the town, so she’s not about to seek them out.

So she gets the attention of someone nearby, hoping someone who’s lived here longer could give her tips on what there is to do here.

“Hey, I’m still new around here, and this is my first time at this festival. Any advice on what I should do at it for fun?” 

Woodleaf feels as it always has.

 It’s Adrien who’s different.

It’s the size. It’s the size of such a small community. It’s the chill in the summer air and the unavoidable feeling of something behind his shoulder. It’s home. But Adrien doesn’t feel like he belongs here anymore. He’s a piece to a puzzle, warped and twisted by time, forced desperately back into its old place. It feels wrong to him.

But the summer festival is something different. It’s every good memory of his childhood mingling with the smells and sounds of a community he should love. Does love. If he is going to find his place again, it will be here.

Somewhere between his reminiscing and his brooding, Adrien finds himself between the food stalls and midway games of the festival. What draws him out of his memories is a tap on the shoulder, one that makes him turn on his heel and squint at the face taking him in. He’s seen her before, navigating the hallways of Woodleaf’s only school.

“For fun?” He blinks and scowls, straining to remember what he had done at the last festival he attended three years ago. Finally, he smiles, a flash of his former life that touches the corners of his eyes. “We’ll it’s much better in good company.” He laughs, a stuttering sound from the back of his throat that blooms into the confidence that’s expected of him.

“I can show you around.” He grins. “On the condition we start with the games.”

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Birds of a Feather

open starter within @deadxsilence-rp ( open to group members only ) 

Woodleaf had never been a big town, Adrien knew. Even ‘medium’ as a descriptor was a stretch. But it seemed even smaller after returning from university in Boston, a city that could probably fit hundreds of Woodleafs. Still, it was nice to be home, or to be where home used to be.

Adrien’s hometown felt eerily foreign after three years away. Between the new faces and the old ones which had changed with age, Adrien couldn’t shake the feeling that he was a stranger here too. Adrien was not unaccustomed to hiding his insecurities however, and filed them neatly behind the smile of a new teacher excited to be home.

It had been eye-opening to put his studies into practice but Adrien was far from acclimated. Hopefully, the annual summer festival would help.

The day of the summer festival was the first where Adrien felt at ease. This was his home, after all. Things changed, after all. People changed. Félix, Bridgette, even himself. It was normal and it was natural for people to change. This town and his life were normal and natural.

He walked through the fairgrounds as he had as a child, taking his time but circling in on one spot in particular. The petting zoo was more pitiful than Adrien remembered, which was saying something because it had never been particularly magnificent in the first place. Still, it was good to see she was still alive and well.

Adrien made his way to the back of the small paddock and pulled Noir up into his arms. He stroked her lovingly as she settled against his shoulder. At least he wasn’t so changed that the cat couldn’t recognize him. That much was, at the very least, the same as he remembered. 

He wasn’t sure how long his visit with Noir had lasted when someone else shuffled into the petting zoo. Noir had apparently noticed too because she had dug her claws into his shoulder and forced herself free.

Adrien brought a hand up to the scrape and grinned bashfully to the other visitor.

“She’s always been jumpy. I think this is the most attention that cat gets all year. ‘Don’t think she can get over being stuck in here with the goats and deer.”  

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so it begins

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   Woodleaf’s festivals were few and far between, but when they had them, Bridgette made sure to attend as much of it as she could. The summer festival was her favorite, not only because of the time of year, but also because of how grand the event was. The mayor went all out for the occasion, and there was always plenty to do.     Unfortunately, she would have to work most of the festival this year. Sometimes she was able to get more time off for it, but they were short staffed recently. With her limited time, she would have to make the best of it. Bridgette, unsurprisingly, made straight for the carnival games. It was always her favorite part. Whatever she won usually was given away, and seeing an excitable kid run off with a big stuffed animal was worth whatever money she’d have to spend on it. 

   It wasn’t hard to find the row of game tents. The difficult part was selecting which game she wanted to play. Her lips pursed, she surveyed the spread, eyes finally settling on the ring toss. She walked over and tied her hair back into a ponytail. She paid the vendor the $1 playing fee before picking up her five rings.     Some things never change, and Bridgette was finding that her aim remains just as terrible as it was last year. However, she didn’t stop, paying out almost $7 before finally giving up and taking her small little plastic bird with her to find the next game.     While walking, she was more focused on the sights, smells, and sounds around her rather than where she was going. Bridgette’s attention returned to where she was going just before she walked straight into someone. Her eyes widened slightly, a sheepish grin tugging her lips.     “Oh! I’m sorry… Wasn’t really paying attention to where I was going,” she admitted. 

It had been a relief to run into a familiar face at this year’s Summer Festival. Albeit, had Adrien had the choice, he would have elected to not literally run into one. Still, he was glad that it was his first instinct to clasp the shoulders of the other person, because it made it all the easier to pull her into a hug. Adrien was laughing as he gave Bridgette and extra squeeze before letting go.

“The Bridgette I know never pays attention and apologizes even less. I hope you’re okay?”

Much to Adrien’s dismay, things with his older brother and Bridgette had been so different since he had returned. He liked to blame it on their jobs, but Adrien knew in his subconscious that there was something more. Regardless of skeletons in any of their closets, Adrien had told himself he’d leave them at the festival’s gates. As far as he was concerned, that day would be just like old times. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a couple of singles, fanning them out for his friend to see.

“You know, I was going to go play the basket toss but I could use a witness to my big win. What do you say?”

Granted, he was never any match for Bridgette when it came to any game, especially at the festival, but Adrien was after something other than the plush prizes hanging above them.For old times’ sake, he pointed to a huge prize at the back of the stand, a ladybug with fluffy spots and big blue eyes. 

“I’m going for that one and I think I’ve finally got the physics right. Want to see how it’s done?”

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Hiatus!

[ Hello friends! Things have been pretty crazy for me recently so I’m going to be on hiatus on this blog until they slow down. I really love Adrien as a muse and I super love all of my amazing partners. But keeping up this and @djlahiffe is too much for me right now. For current partners, I love you all and would be happy to write casually with you on discord or skype. Discord is Jess#8044. Message for skype. Otherwise, feel free to hit me up on Nino to chat! This hiatus may only be a couple of weeks but could be longer. I may also log on now and again if I’m really feeling this muse <3. Whatever I end up doing, I love you all and hope that we continue interacting in or ooc on my other blog <3. Cheers!! ~ Jess ] 

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Hiatus!

[ Hello friends! Things have been pretty crazy for me recently so I’m going to be on hiatus on this blog until they slow down. I really love Adrien as a muse and I super love all of my amazing partners. But keeping up this and @djlahiffe is too much for me right now. For current partners, I love you all and would be happy to write casually with you on discord or skype. Discord is Jess#8044. Message for skype. Otherwise, feel free to hit me up on Nino to chat! This hiatus may only be a couple of weeks but could be longer. I may also log on now and again if I’m really feeling this muse <3. Whatever I end up doing, I love you all and hope that we continue interacting in or ooc on my other blog <3. Cheers!! ~ Jess ] 

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Hey guys! So for day 9 of inktober I have some pretty exciting stuff here ( so exciting I even colored it ). New Miraculous heroes! And lemme tell you, both Alya and Chloe look awesome ( I srsly hope Chloe will stop being such a b*tch now that she’s got powers… I really hope so… ). Btw did you notice that now there’s two bugs/two carnivores? Looks like we have a trend here…

And once again… sorry for shitty quality… I just really need a new scanner… 

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I love the first concept of the outfits, I couldn’t see all the details in marinette’s outfit but guess it’s accurate the pink thing in her purse doesn’t count 

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superheroine trio!!

these spoilers made me so excited omg

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some chat/adrien-with-a-tongue-piercing doodles based off of @teammiraculous‘s post

i can finally draw my son again

please do not repost here or on any other site!

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      “ You should have!” She snapped back at him, anger overtaking every part of her being as she stepped closer to close the distance between them, deliberatly getting into his face. “ We’re supposed to be partners, Chat Noir,” —— she knew the uncharacteristic use of his whole name would throw him off and a small part of her enjoyed the thought of causing him discomfort; —— “ but if you just write me off saying “it’s too complictaed” then how am I even supposed to help you?!”

      Her face fell and she turned herself from him before he could answer, slowly stepping away. She turned back before she was out of his reach, hoping that he would grab hold of her and pull her back —— pull her to him; just to feel his warmth again. As furious as she was, she couldn’t deny that she was also worried and more so than resenting her partner, she was angry at herself for not realizing in time he needed help. She missed him, mourned him, and now he was back and the hole that had her heart ajar while he was away suddenly didn’t feel so big.

      “ Why didn’t you trust me enough to stay? I know I’ve never wanted it… But if your family was trully in danger, we could’ve revealed our identites to each other and I would’ve helped you protect them…”

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She was so close. Ladybug was so close and her eyes held the intensity he had fallen in love with. It was inches from his face, from his lips. It was close enough that Chat Noir could’ve given in and buried his face in her shoulder. He didn’t. She was already moving away. Besides, he didn’t merit that kind of closeness now. 

“Ladybug I--” He reached out, unable to help his weakness. His fingers brushed her back before Chat Noir recoiled as if he had stuck is hand in a fireplace. Her words were bait. Maybe they were meant to bait him by dangling before him what he wanted most. What he used to want most. Chat Noir was tempted. But more than tempted he was in agony. He winced visibly, eyes wide enough to drink from. He couldn’t do this to her.

“It’s too late for that. This isn’t something that superheroes can fix. I should’ve come to you. But I didn’t and now I can’t drag you into this. I can’t ask--” Can’t ask of her what he needed.   

The situation overwhelmed him. Chat Noir had been a small boat on the open seas and now he was capsizing. He buckled to his knees before her, back slumped like a kicked stray. Only now did it dawn on Chat Noir that regaining her meant losing Ladybug. And something in him; loyalty, instinct, love? Refused that entirely. Truly, Chat Noir didn’t deserve either. 

“I wanted to see you before--. It was a mistake to come. I’m sorry.”