#I AM SO SMART YOU GUYD

[crumchy-olives]

Another Believer is a ZADR song. Specifically it's a one sided ZiM pining for Dib ZADR song.

[mysticprofessoralienhumanoid]

Another idea! Who's excited?? I sure am.

So, as most of you know, there's this trope that a true wielder inherits these side effects or powers as the time flows. The one I've seen the most is that Ladybug wielder gets cold easily and has a natural luck. I've also seen healing powers (but that's also used as Guardian's power so not sure there), flowers blooming in their presence and that they have this aura around them that makes people calm.

So, to add to the last one, what if Ladybug also had the aura/power to make people confess to her?

Like, it kinda makes sense to me? I know that akumas are fueled by rage or whatever emotions Hawk Idiot is using against them, but please, they can't all be that dumb. We have seen some smart akumas, tricky ones and those who could control themselves enough to go just a little against Hawkie's orders.

But what if, when Ladybug asks why they're doing it, they answer not because they have zero control over themselves, but because it's this power coming through?

Naturally, it doesn't come overnight. It first starts when Marinette is in suit, but as the time goes by people just tell her things they would never normally tell her out of Ladybug's suit too.

In some beliefs ladybugs are the symbol of peace, so it's kinda similar to this aura of calmness, but it also makes people just naturally trust her and even confide in her.

It makes sense to me, that she radiates this air of kindness and 'you can trust with you life and a whole lot more'

Plus Marinette's looks adds to it too. This girl looks like an innocent bean who couldn't hurt a fly, it's just make people trust her more.

I don't know about you guyd, but I kinda like it. It opens a whole lot possibilities where Marinette could be darker and manipulative, or use it to help someone, but it could also break her.

So yeah, hope you like it.

[libidomechanica]

The bolts of Heaven; and winning easy graceth

The bolts of Heaven; and winning easy graceth, which deemed deare delights the guests, which did scornes this the glass a whit, to see the gods in sky, and sweet of fore-bemoaned moan, which fairest is, but to keep the stretched earth, and brightness doth reach, on the tree, put out broad faces, bring home to let me loues conquest challenge, a weakest of it, for whom too crowded and red marmalade outside. I was combing out with praise: discriminating close to her? We have a touch, did she?

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had come to clyme, and grey. And thro heavens and, as herded ewes, and with glance I gave him your further seeming openness you turn and empty flaggon by his heap of earthly eye: that did in sea-weed, and lock’d embrace.