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[shadowuserannie]

various SG artists and bands per year, not sure what the selection process is but it's not always the same people, nice actually

on one hand I love the songs!! on the other hand some of them can get icky. one has you recite the pledge midway through. another says "Every creed and every race Has its role and has its place"

which might not have been the intended but is the odd interpretation

ITS MY COUNTRYS NATIONAL DAYYY

(well it's tomorrow my time. But importantly; celebration for SCHOOLS is today, and we get to leave early!!)

so uh. guess who I am because I'm being annoyingly patriotic about the country that gave me mental illness.

happy your-country's-national-day!! and woohoooo early dismissal!

singapore?? (i think, google might be wrong) soo . . . @shadowuserannie?

[shadowuserannie]

so that should be gen spotify playlists (I don't think we have an offical one), but my unupdated fav is Tomorrow's Here Today, 2016.

classic nostalgia is Home, making us recite the pledge is We Are Singapore, uhh it was 2013/14/15 but that was a really peppy one I liked it too. we've also had a few remixes like We Will Get There

have fun writing!!

ITS MY COUNTRYS NATIONAL DAYYY

(well it's tomorrow my time. But importantly; celebration for SCHOOLS is today, and we get to leave early!!)

so uh. guess who I am because I'm being annoyingly patriotic about the country that gave me mental illness.

happy your-country's-national-day!! and woohoooo early dismissal!

singapore?? (i think, google might be wrong) soo . . . @shadowuserannie?

[shadowuserannie]

heyyy I have finished an unedited unbetaed fic update it's closer to 3am than it is to 2am and it's cool actually, I saw the fireworks because I live in a relatively close area to the central. would not be visible from punggol lmao

and still even the full length diagonal upside down of SG left to right can be traversed by a car in 40min to 1hr if traffic's nice.

btw I forgot but I need someone to agree with me;

this sucks. every year we get a new National Day song but for our 60th anniversary we got the kind of funeral march that doesn't even make you cry. bc they tried to go melancholy but instead got dead inside. pop would have been awesome. we have great past songs and this one is awful

ITS MY COUNTRYS NATIONAL DAYYY

(well it's tomorrow my time. But importantly; celebration for SCHOOLS is today, and we get to leave early!!)

so uh. guess who I am because I'm being annoyingly patriotic about the country that gave me mental illness.

happy your-country's-national-day!! and woohoooo early dismissal!

singapore?? (i think, google might be wrong) soo . . . @shadowuserannie?

[shadowuserannie]

Yeppp! National Day will be over in five minutes and my country is tiny enough that I was able to spot the fireworks :D

ITS MY COUNTRYS NATIONAL DAYYY

(well it's tomorrow my time. But importantly; celebration for SCHOOLS is today, and we get to leave early!!)

so uh. guess who I am because I'm being annoyingly patriotic about the country that gave me mental illness.

happy your-country's-national-day!! and woohoooo early dismissal!

singapore?? (i think, google might be wrong) soo . . . @shadowuserannie?

[shadowuserannie]

Alternative;

Fic this was made for that consumed me and I have multiple continuation drafts for if anyone cares to motivate me;

(Nathaniel is the son of Athena. He's more suited for Apollo due to his interest in art. Fic unfortunately does not self write.)

Nathaniel’s appearance elaboration in warrior of the mind/a test of skill/Im actually making this a thing apparently because I did art and decided to overcomplicate it to the point where it’s impossible to naturally introduce in another character’s POV;

Actual features; His hair reaches his shoulder blades and to keep his hands occupied one stim is braiding really small braids in. (I do. So.) The bright-red dye is almost completely faded and he’s recently done a fully black streak through his bangs. He does a ponytail if it looks like a fight he doesn’t want his hair down for. Permanently messy. (Explanation: He wants to grow it out to see how long he can get before it's cut. He's informing Shirel he's growing it out to get connected to his dead half-sister Zhen. He's not exactly sure if that's a lie. Zhen had black hair. Nathaniel dyes the streak when the date he and Alix were supposed to redo their hair dye rolled around.)

He has his usual freckles and is tan but far more than canon due to camp.

His eyes are teal-gray, and as noted by Marc in one of my drafts, one is slightly more teal, left, while the other is slightly more gray, right. This has no symbolism whatsoever what are you talking about there’s no way eye colour can be psychoanalysed—so anyways, when the gray is right but gone teal is all that’s left.

…and I’m awful. (It does not come across the way it should in the art.)

SO! Scars! Nathaniel has a much older, lighter one curving up his right cheek and one darker and more recent scar along his neck but still light enough to be a scratch-ish. Older one is Battle of Manhattan and newer one is Giant War. Nathaniel also has eyebags from nightmares and regular eye depressions, but he lightens the bags and covers the scars with makeup. Keep in mind this is all facial still--

Jewellery/accessories; Spear earring in Nathaniel's right ear, cartilage, turns into an actual Celestial bronze spear that is always a perfect weight and length for the wielder. Was originally gifted by Athena to Zhen. Nathaniel picked it up to defend her when she was dying and later, at Olympus, expected Athena to speak to him about it and maybe his art but she never did. He ended up wearing it and decided it was Zhen's fourteenth birthday present. After Athena speaks to him for the first time/disowns him, the spear is constantly throbbing in his ear and refuses to be the perfect weight or length when he tries to use it, always too short or too long or too heavy or too light.

The other earring was a sword that Malcolm helped Nathaniel find before the Battle of Manhattan in the weapons shed. It was the only sword he could pick up, and at the time Nathaniel was too short for any of the spears. The only other weapons Nathaniel looked at were the knives, but he didn't do well with the daggers so Malcolm went with the sword (in hopes his sibling would survive.) Nathaniel carries around the sword and can use it decently but is no Percy/Nico.

Bead necklace is one y'all know but the bead was a hasty 13th-birthday present from Zhen/针, because I found it hilarious to name her needle. Because her Athena kid thing is weaving.

...Aaand the hair clips everyone knows. Goat Miraculous.

Clothes that is not shown but I will eventually do;

For his 15th birthday, Aariv (who took Zhen's bunk) finds the unfinished project she wanted to give him--a bracelet with his preferred weapon as a charm. Aariv finishes it, and with the help of a Hecate child is able to place five Celestial bronze throwing knife charms on it.

Aariv also gifts Nathaniel a rainjacket woven in magenta pink, purple, and blue (bisexuality flag, because Nathaniel doesn't have his dungarees in this). When Nathaniel pulls the zipper tab up to different parts of the zip (which Aariv marked with thread on the inside) the jacket turns black, dark blue, hot pink, or dark red. Default colour is the zip being either at the top or bottom. Before you ask me how the colours work together, the answer is; navy blue is the main focus with the pink and purple as accent colours. It's only obvious if you tilt your head and ask about intention.

Nathaniel usually wears whatever shirt he wants with the jacket, plus jeans. The (loafers/slip on shoes?? should I just give him sneakers) however are intentionally splashed with paint in the exact colours to match the bisexuality rainjacket. He also doodles on the cheap stuff with fabric markers after seeing Rachel do it. Playing around with the idea of Marinette asking him to do fabric marker drawings on some of her designs because his left hand is steadier even if his right shakes all the time

I'll probably make a Bible of this AU eventually

Oh and;

The bottom six are older. Back then I was also playing around with manually carried throwing knives.

Fun AU thing! Nathaniel carries his messenger bag everywhere (because I carry a bag everywhere too how else do I carry a laptop for writing??) and it contains his sketchbook, tablet, a pencil case, a Ziploc of ambrosia, and assorted but not limited to; bronze throwing knives (they aren't charms and can't go on the bracelet) bronze pens that are regular bronze, and a handful of mixed completely random items that are perfectly normal. The last two things are made with Genesis which...for the sake of my peace of mind the weird thing about it is that the Miraculous Ladybug just deposits whatever Nathaniel's made in front of him. And Nathaniel makes bronze pens, which are not Celestial bronze knives but monsters think they are and that's what's important. And the pens are very sharp.

...And Nathaniel does not always grab the right thing.

(up to you if there's some of Marc's stuff in the bag because he's that down bad)

[shadowuserannie]

"I love you but you're doing wrong in a way I cannot condone" and "I hate you but you're being wronged in a way I cannot stomach" are top tier and I need more of them.

[shadowuserannie]

I am not going to post anything until 1 December 2025.

I will answer my remaining tag games and messages soon. You can continue tagging me and I'll still reblog when I see.

I will answer my tags and messages in a few hours.

This is not an issue with my parents. I am not going inactive because of them.

I am not going to kill myself.

The future remains to be seen.

@cer-rata @ohmygoly @fantasygeek-134

[shadowuserannie]

That scene we’re Tam says, “You getting handsy with my sister, Dizznee,” …and cracked himself up… THAT lives rent free in MY head.

Like bro know ppl stil lowkey fear him and he just has fun with it.

[shadowuserannie]

As a true ML fan; I can enjoy it while being wholly understanding it sucks. Does that stop me from enjoying it? No. Do I get it could be so much better? Yes. Not hung up over it though, otherwise I'd turn into a salter. Could definitely be better but that does not haunt my entire being

Yeah they're...trying. hitting and missing. It's...

....

it's fine.

i love watching TV shows that absolutely suck and being like "this would be so good if it was good"

[shadowuserannie]

thanks for the tag!

*shrugs*

chat two truths one lie

Tagging people bc this is fun!!

@changeling-offical @leviathan-offical @catboy-offical @can-tab-eater-offical @skribuggmicake @ur-least-fav-gal-offical @archangel-uriel-offical @vanity-reblogs @nerdwholikesnerdythings and ofc tags are open <3

[shadowuserannie]

THANK YOU!! my main worry was that they'd sound like copies of each other with no real variation when each of them has a different perspective. yes they're all determined to keep up the fight but how do they view their courage? how do they feel? what are they doing now or not yet? they're all so different but fundamentally heroes.

I'm glad they came across not as copy-pasted background characters but as people.

AAH I LOVE THAT SONG

gosh it'd really fit them so well

it's also so unfair some people still prefer the Heroes' Day team when I love the Resistance team...

resistance begins with the ones willing to fight

up on AO3 now with Juleka addition

How could this happen?

It didn’t feel real.

He’d had it. Just ten minutes ago, Orikko had been with him, in that thumb ring on his finger, thrumming warmly and lending Marc his strength.

Ten minutes ago, Marc had been Rooster Bold, duplicating Lucky Charm sunglasses and running across rooftops and holding Orikko.

But that was ten minutes ago, and it was now.

And Orikko’s symbol joined all the others in the sky.

How is this real?

Marc had been Rooster Bold ten minutes ago, in magic-hewn spandex and feathers and boots.

How is this reality?

How had Shadowmoth claimed all those Miraculous—

How had everything gone so badly?

The television snaps off, and his mother moves to the window.

A chant echoes in Marc’s ears.

“Ladybug! Chat Noir!”

He looks out at Paris, at the swarms and crowds roaring their heroes’ name, even as they’re whittled down to two.

He joins the screams.

“LADYBUG! CHAT NOIR!”

They’re going to get them back, and it doesn’t matter how but Marc’s going to help.

He’s not useless without Orikko.

He can’t be.

///

Couldn’t you have done something?

Every ticking second, every looming clock.

Couldn’t you have whispered just a word?

Every jewel reclaimed, every jewel lost.

Couldn’t you have told them?

The people of Paris scream for their heroes, but Luka screams for Marinette and Adrien.

He wasted his time and now Sass is lost.

He wasted his time and now there’s nothing he can do.

He wasted his time as someone helpless to help but when Shadowmoth comes Luka will resist, with every fiber of his being.

///

Wayzz’s shield defends him.

Is it my fault?

Maybe he was the first domino.

Maybe Nino was the catalyst, with his spur-of-the-moment Shellter.

Maybe, somehow, he’s the reason Ladybug lost when he saved Rena.

Maybe then Alya wouldn’t have returned her Miraculous.

Nino opens the door so his girlfriend doesn’t have to, so that she can raise her camera and film, capturing the mirage of butterflies and Miraculous symbols enclosed by a Shellter.

Because her blog’s all that’s left, now.

The video will be grainy but the voice clear. They need a recording. They need it to be able to start fighting back.

He took our Miraculous, but that wasn’t what made us heroes.

Their voices join the chant, as Paris shows Shadowmoth they still haven’t bowed.

///

They scream for Marinette.

They scream for her partner.

They scream two names and not three, all because of her mistake.

She questioned Marinette’s choices and made her own. It paid off in the past but the dominos have fallen and crashed the future.

All you had to do was wait to return it.

Ten minutes.

Ten minutes were all it could have took.

Ten minutes and Shadowmoth wouldn’t have the Fox.

All of this is on you.

Alya raises her phone and films.

She never got the first time Shadowmoth threw up butterflies.

She turns the camera away, to the crowds of Parisians who roar in support of their heroes.

Unwavering.

Unfaltering.

Unrelenting.

So are we.

We have to be.

No matter what.

///

Zoè is not Parisian.

Zoè is from New York, its streets and sound and music and people in her blood. Zoè does not belong here, an imposter, an immigrant, a transfer of an invasive species.

She could leave.

She could run.

She could vanish from this place that isn’t her home and leave her friends to rot.

She could be who she once was.

She screams her heroes’ names with Paris, because she is not of this country but she is one of its heroes.

Ladybug chose her to fight with them, and Zoè may not have her Miraculous but she will not run.

Not again.

///

Mylène is afraid.

She always is.

She’s always bone-deep terrified, fear sinking and wrapping its fingers into her skull, whispering and warping and muttering there’s something wrong here.

There’s always something wrong.

There’s always another cause, another fight to stand by. There’s always fear and she has to rise. She’s sick of failing and falling but what else can she do?

Nothing.

Just one little insignificant mouse.

People talk about the protests but not the organization. People scream for celebrities but never managers. People are in awe of leaders but not leading.

To support a cause, there must be a rally. To support a purpose there has to be a protest. To support heroes there must be someone willing to lead the screams.

Mylène begins the chant.

She begins on Ivan’s shoulders, over all of them, screaming their heroes’ names because people need to know.

They are here.

They are still here.

They are Paris, they have not fallen, and Shadowmoth still has not burnt their protest to nothing.

For every shiver Mylène forces her back straighter. For every trickle down her spine she screams louder. For every cold bead of sweat she runs her fingers along her pins, along her causes, holds her boyfriend’s hand tight.

She screams in support of their heroes, and Paris screams with her.

///

Ivan remembers videos and death threats and scribbled graffiti and lava and ash and magma down his throat, then up it.

Ivan’s mind does not recall but sometimes at night he wakes with hundreds of tiny feelers crawling up his throat.

Ivan knows people talk about the event but not the after.

The attacks will be harsher. Bitterer. Sting in a way that they didn’t before.

Did she know, when she gave you the Ox?

Sting with the defeat and loss and more than anything else it will be the words and not the actions that cut far more.

Was she mocking you, too?

Sting with the screams of those hurt because you messed up just once and it cost so, so dearly.

Or did she really believe in you, in all her heart?

The after will hurt and cut and bleed. The after will warp and pull and scream. The after will twist and smile and laugh, guttural as a scattered note with newspaper cut-out words forming kill yourself.

There is more to come. There is a life after the first domino, a space between when the maggots will crawl out with taunts and mocking calls and reveal their rot.

There are more battles that will arrive, and Ivan will face them as stubborn as an ox. Will face them with Ladybug and Chat Noir. Will face them with no Miraculous, as he had when he shouldered through the notes and graffiti and nightmares and avoidance.

And he will remain when they’re over, because there’s always an after.

///

What was the probability of this happening?

Statistics. Cold, hard facts. Account of margin of error. Take into account human factor.

Calculate the chances.

…

Max Kantè, what were the chances?

What was the possibility? The probability? What exact unlucky circumstances aligned to erode the factor of magically swayed luck? What could force risk and pull chance to such a side?

What happened?

What went wrong?

What can you even do?

Figure out the issue. Solve it. Fix it.

Be helpful.

What were the chances?

There has to be something. Some way. Some method to realign and pull favour back to their side, to ensure the villain’s loss.

What is your strategy?

Some way. Somehow.

I have to do something.

///

People need a symbol.

People need something to show their support, their faith, their belief.

People need to show their heroes they stand by them.

Nathaniel sketches into the night, over his desk and doesn’t sleep. School is still tomorrow and his mother will mutter and pull him from his desk but how can that matter right now?

He doesn’t delete or private their comic. Nathaniel’s fingers tend towards the buttons before he reminds himself it is his and Marc’s decision to make.

Nathaniel despises Shadowmoth utterly, wants to stab his eyes out with a pen or domino.

A red X.

But that is something that has to be left to the functioning heroes, now.

A yin-yang, equality and duality and opposites and likes.

He can’t touch supervillains, can’t attack butterflies with markers.

A butterfly, simple but representative of their hate.

It’s four in the morning and his mother will kill him, but Nathaniel uploads the symbol for #ResistMothmanNow.

An akuma with a cross over it, over a background of yin and yang.

They will want a symbol, a flag, to use to rally their support.

Nathaniel can’t touch Shadowmoth, but this small thing, he can do.

///

Ballads and rock and shanties and screams, rattling to the sound of hatred.

Rose hates it.

She doesn’t like hate. She doesn’t like how it can twist and rot and corrode and all that’s left when it’s gone, all that remains, is hurt and loss and misery.

She doesn’t want to say she hates Shadowmoth, because she knows herself. Knows that with her, hate will be slippery. Will twist and pull until she is just as bad.

But others can hate for her.

Others can hate as she supports, as she listens, as she lends a shoulder even now.

Because if everyone hates, and all is misery, he’ll have won.

More than ever now, his greatest enemy is kindness and happiness and love, and Rose refuses to let that die.

Hate will bring carnage, and love will restore destruction.

It has to.

It will.

They are still here, and as long as they are, as long as there’s love and not hate and people willing to fight, they will stand against him still.

///

What can we do now?

Everything will end but life goes on. The battle will be lost but there’ll still be life. The world will twist on its axis but that doesn’t mean the present isn’t worth fighting for.

Because it’s simple, isn’t it? Villain bad. Heroes good. Heroes lost. Heroes have to get back up.

That’s all there is to it. All that’s gotta be done.

But getting back up is always easier if there’s someone helping pull you.

And if Kim has to be that guy, if he’s got to run into a fight or battle to haul his heroes up, he will.

He’s got to be there for them. Paris has to be there, right now, in the final lap before the deciding finish.

He’s going to pull them up. He will.

He’s not going to stand by as they fall.

///

It’s not safe, Marinette wants to scream.

Because what’s wrong with her friends?

Why are they still here?

Why can’t they cheer as silent supports, waiting until the battle is over to scream their names?

Why are they joining when they have no power?

Why are they still here when she lost them all?

///

A resistance is small but takes time to grow.

A resistance is small until it’s a rally and a symbol and a name on news and forums and lips.

A resistance is small until it’s a protest screaming with their own weapons and own powers and own ability and strength.

A resistance is small until it’s a group of heroes and nothing’s changed, not really.

///

All that’s different, Marc writes, is they have jewels now. But they were still heroes without them, still fighting on in the ten minutes before.

[shadowuserannie]

Excerpt from my fic "a whisper on lips (a city screaming for those who will rise)"

Concept; the reactions of the heroes who will form the Resistance in the aftermath of Strike Back.

[shadowuserannie]

GUYS THE OG FIVE HAVE ONE BRAINCELL AND DEX HAS A DEATH GRIP ON IT

(it's why Shannon no longer gives him page time)

BIANA WAS GOING TO GO TOO IF THE COACH HADN'T GRABBED HER

(and do we really

need to ask with keefe)

fitz, she can teleport. she was jumping off the cliff so she could teleport. you cannot teleport. you're supposed to be smart, fitz.

[shadowuserannie]

my innards are having a go at each other again

blood is being shed.

[shadowuserannie]

resistance begins with the ones willing to fight

up on AO3 now with Juleka addition

How could this happen?

It didn’t feel real.

He’d had it. Just ten minutes ago, Orikko had been with him, in that thumb ring on his finger, thrumming warmly and lending Marc his strength.

Ten minutes ago, Marc had been Rooster Bold, duplicating Lucky Charm sunglasses and running across rooftops and holding Orikko.

But that was ten minutes ago, and it was now.

And Orikko’s symbol joined all the others in the sky.

How is this real?

Marc had been Rooster Bold ten minutes ago, in magic-hewn spandex and feathers and boots.

How is this reality?

How had Shadowmoth claimed all those Miraculous—

How had everything gone so badly?

The television snaps off, and his mother moves to the window.

A chant echoes in Marc’s ears.

“Ladybug! Chat Noir!”

He looks out at Paris, at the swarms and crowds roaring their heroes’ name, even as they’re whittled down to two.

He joins the screams.

“LADYBUG! CHAT NOIR!”

They’re going to get them back, and it doesn’t matter how but Marc’s going to help.

He’s not useless without Orikko.

He can’t be.

///

Couldn’t you have done something?

Every ticking second, every looming clock.

Couldn’t you have whispered just a word?

Every jewel reclaimed, every jewel lost.

Couldn’t you have told them?

The people of Paris scream for their heroes, but Luka screams for Marinette and Adrien.

He wasted his time and now Sass is lost.

He wasted his time and now there’s nothing he can do.

He wasted his time as someone helpless to help but when Shadowmoth comes Luka will resist, with every fiber of his being.

///

Wayzz’s shield defends him.

Is it my fault?

Maybe he was the first domino.

Maybe Nino was the catalyst, with his spur-of-the-moment Shellter.

Maybe, somehow, he’s the reason Ladybug lost when he saved Rena.

Maybe then Alya wouldn’t have returned her Miraculous.

Nino opens the door so his girlfriend doesn’t have to, so that she can raise her camera and film, capturing the mirage of butterflies and Miraculous symbols enclosed by a Shellter.

Because her blog’s all that’s left, now.

The video will be grainy but the voice clear. They need a recording. They need it to be able to start fighting back.

He took our Miraculous, but that wasn’t what made us heroes.

Their voices join the chant, as Paris shows Shadowmoth they still haven’t bowed.

///

They scream for Marinette.

They scream for her partner.

They scream two names and not three, all because of her mistake.

She questioned Marinette’s choices and made her own. It paid off in the past but the dominos have fallen and crashed the future.

All you had to do was wait to return it.

Ten minutes.

Ten minutes were all it could have took.

Ten minutes and Shadowmoth wouldn’t have the Fox.

All of this is on you.

Alya raises her phone and films.

She never got the first time Shadowmoth threw up butterflies.

She turns the camera away, to the crowds of Parisians who roar in support of their heroes.

Unwavering.

Unfaltering.

Unrelenting.

So are we.

We have to be.

No matter what.

///

Zoè is not Parisian.

Zoè is from New York, its streets and sound and music and people in her blood. Zoè does not belong here, an imposter, an immigrant, a transfer of an invasive species.

She could leave.

She could run.

She could vanish from this place that isn’t her home and leave her friends to rot.

She could be who she once was.

She screams her heroes’ names with Paris, because she is not of this country but she is one of its heroes.

Ladybug chose her to fight with them, and Zoè may not have her Miraculous but she will not run.

Not again.

///

Mylène is afraid.

She always is.

She’s always bone-deep terrified, fear sinking and wrapping its fingers into her skull, whispering and warping and muttering there’s something wrong here.

There’s always something wrong.

There’s always another cause, another fight to stand by. There’s always fear and she has to rise. She’s sick of failing and falling but what else can she do?

Nothing.

Just one little insignificant mouse.

People talk about the protests but not the organization. People scream for celebrities but never managers. People are in awe of leaders but not leading.

To support a cause, there must be a rally. To support a purpose there has to be a protest. To support heroes there must be someone willing to lead the screams.

Mylène begins the chant.

She begins on Ivan’s shoulders, over all of them, screaming their heroes’ names because people need to know.

They are here.

They are still here.

They are Paris, they have not fallen, and Shadowmoth still has not burnt their protest to nothing.

For every shiver Mylène forces her back straighter. For every trickle down her spine she screams louder. For every cold bead of sweat she runs her fingers along her pins, along her causes, holds her boyfriend’s hand tight.

She screams in support of their heroes, and Paris screams with her.

///

Ivan remembers videos and death threats and scribbled graffiti and lava and ash and magma down his throat, then up it.

Ivan’s mind does not recall but sometimes at night he wakes with hundreds of tiny feelers crawling up his throat.

Ivan knows people talk about the event but not the after.

The attacks will be harsher. Bitterer. Sting in a way that they didn’t before.

Did she know, when she gave you the Ox?

Sting with the defeat and loss and more than anything else it will be the words and not the actions that cut far more.

Was she mocking you, too?

Sting with the screams of those hurt because you messed up just once and it cost so, so dearly.

Or did she really believe in you, in all her heart?

The after will hurt and cut and bleed. The after will warp and pull and scream. The after will twist and smile and laugh, guttural as a scattered note with newspaper cut-out words forming kill yourself.

There is more to come. There is a life after the first domino, a space between when the maggots will crawl out with taunts and mocking calls and reveal their rot.

There are more battles that will arrive, and Ivan will face them as stubborn as an ox. Will face them with Ladybug and Chat Noir. Will face them with no Miraculous, as he had when he shouldered through the notes and graffiti and nightmares and avoidance.

And he will remain when they’re over, because there’s always an after.

///

What was the probability of this happening?

Statistics. Cold, hard facts. Account of margin of error. Take into account human factor.

Calculate the chances.

…

Max Kantè, what were the chances?

What was the possibility? The probability? What exact unlucky circumstances aligned to erode the factor of magically swayed luck? What could force risk and pull chance to such a side?

What happened?

What went wrong?

What can you even do?

Figure out the issue. Solve it. Fix it.

Be helpful.

What were the chances?

There has to be something. Some way. Some method to realign and pull favour back to their side, to ensure the villain’s loss.

What is your strategy?

Some way. Somehow.

I have to do something.

///

People need a symbol.

People need something to show their support, their faith, their belief.

People need to show their heroes they stand by them.

Nathaniel sketches into the night, over his desk and doesn’t sleep. School is still tomorrow and his mother will mutter and pull him from his desk but how can that matter right now?

He doesn’t delete or private their comic. Nathaniel’s fingers tend towards the buttons before he reminds himself it is his and Marc’s decision to make.

Nathaniel despises Shadowmoth utterly, wants to stab his eyes out with a pen or domino.

A red X.

But that is something that has to be left to the functioning heroes, now.

A yin-yang, equality and duality and opposites and likes.

He can’t touch supervillains, can’t attack butterflies with markers.

A butterfly, simple but representative of their hate.

It’s four in the morning and his mother will kill him, but Nathaniel uploads the symbol for #ResistMothmanNow.

An akuma with a cross over it, over a background of yin and yang.

They will want a symbol, a flag, to use to rally their support.

Nathaniel can’t touch Shadowmoth, but this small thing, he can do.

///

Ballads and rock and shanties and screams, rattling to the sound of hatred.

Rose hates it.

She doesn’t like hate. She doesn’t like how it can twist and rot and corrode and all that’s left when it’s gone, all that remains, is hurt and loss and misery.

She doesn’t want to say she hates Shadowmoth, because she knows herself. Knows that with her, hate will be slippery. Will twist and pull until she is just as bad.

But others can hate for her.

Others can hate as she supports, as she listens, as she lends a shoulder even now.

Because if everyone hates, and all is misery, he’ll have won.

More than ever now, his greatest enemy is kindness and happiness and love, and Rose refuses to let that die.

Hate will bring carnage, and love will restore destruction.

It has to.

It will.

They are still here, and as long as they are, as long as there’s love and not hate and people willing to fight, they will stand against him still.

///

What can we do now?

Everything will end but life goes on. The battle will be lost but there’ll still be life. The world will twist on its axis but that doesn’t mean the present isn’t worth fighting for.

Because it’s simple, isn’t it? Villain bad. Heroes good. Heroes lost. Heroes have to get back up.

That’s all there is to it. All that’s gotta be done.

But getting back up is always easier if there’s someone helping pull you.

And if Kim has to be that guy, if he’s got to run into a fight or battle to haul his heroes up, he will.

He’s got to be there for them. Paris has to be there, right now, in the final lap before the deciding finish.

He’s going to pull them up. He will.

He’s not going to stand by as they fall.

///

It’s not safe, Marinette wants to scream.

Because what’s wrong with her friends?

Why are they still here?

Why can’t they cheer as silent supports, waiting until the battle is over to scream their names?

Why are they joining when they have no power?

Why are they still here when she lost them all?

///

A resistance is small but takes time to grow.

A resistance is small until it’s a rally and a symbol and a name on news and forums and lips.

A resistance is small until it’s a protest screaming with their own weapons and own powers and own ability and strength.

A resistance is small until it’s a group of heroes and nothing’s changed, not really.

///

All that’s different, Marc writes, is they have jewels now. But they were still heroes without them, still fighting on in the ten minutes before.

[shadowuserannie]

Hmm 8-9/10? It follows a standard formula but that doesn't make it bad, the emotional moments hit very well and each character serves a purpose. you really feel like they're alive. the movie has you rooting for them

...now I want to rewatch it which is bad because it's 3am

hi

I watched ROTG

ramble about it to me if you want??

sure but you'll have to lead😭

I kinda fell asleep during it sooo...yah

[shadowuserannie]

aw

well I love how the movie portrayed them and what they stood for, it's amazing how they were able to fit it all in with show not tell a bunch

Sandman is Dreams, Bunnymund is Hope, Toothiana is Memory, Santa Claus is Wonder and Jack's Fun. They all represent different facets of childhood and I love that there was thought put into that.

plus them all being protective istg. over children over each other ESPECIALLY love that Tooth got to punch Pitch in the face after throwing him a quarter to callback to his smudge towards her

hi

I watched ROTG

ramble about it to me if you want??

sure but you'll have to lead😭

I kinda fell asleep during it sooo...yah