#born of bread chloe

[otaku-tyriq]

Born of Bread - Battle Cards (Main Characters)

Standard Cards

Special Cards

Secret party Member under the cut (major spoilers for Born of Bread)

[mister-saturn-draws-things]

I love Lint and I needed him to know his friends love him too

[demi-rxndxm-stxff]

And now I present to you, my dear friends... The digital time children in their human forms!! Cameron (Also known as Cammy :3)

Sebastian!! (Not Simon >:( Don't deadname her)

Chloe and Colby (Autism and ADHD)

Me rambling about my babies below (TW: Mentions of underage drinking, mentions SH, mentions of bullying)

I love Chloe but her bangs are so fuckin hard to draw.

Colby was born with only one clock hand. And that was the hour hand which doesn't even work properly.

Sebastian has an alcohol addiction which he is trying to stop. Larry helps him overcome it.

Cammy doesn't talk often unless they need to, want to, or if it's generally necessary.

When Colby is nervous, he snaps his fingers or rubs/scratches his wrist.

All 4 of them have at least 4 one hour playlist of a song they like.

Cameron is a role model to Colby.

Favorite foods: Cameron: Mashed potatoes Sebastian: Pizza Colby: Bread Chloe: Noodles

Colby loves math and geometry.

Sebastian is left-handed and Colby is mixed-handed.

Chloe has herpetophobia (Fear of lizards. Chloe is specifically afraid of house lizards)

Chloe is the one who gave Cameron the nickname Cammy and calls Colby "Co-Co at times" (Sebastian isn't that sad about not having a nickname

Cameron and Sebastian love lizards (much to Chloe's dismay), especially chameleons.

Sebastian does SH as a way to let out her emotions and internal pain(projecting myself lol). She also does it out of frustration and the feeling that she isn't as loved as her siblings. She has consoled Cameron, who also has a history with SH and has healed, and helps Sebastian.

Colby was bullied as a kid. The main reason was that he was a broken alarm clock and couldn't tell the time correctly. Another contender was his weird interests and behaviors. So, kids at school threw rocks at him and made fun of him.

Chloe was also bullied and picked on for generally the same reasons, but the difference is Colby was picked on for being too quiet, and Chlow was picked on for being too hyper. Chloe pushed her feelings down to comfort and protect Colby. She's sad Colby thinks of her as an annoying sister.

Cameron was also picked on for being quiet and non-verbal. They struggled to talk until they were around 4-6 years old. They still struggle to make social interactions with other people, and they also start getting picked on because of it. Cammy is very touch-starved and loves hugs, but is too socially awkward to ask for any. They used to punch the walls to let out their despair and frustration, which Tony and Colin eventually found out about and sent them to therapy which they continue to this day.

Sebastian spends more time with Colin, while Colby spends more time with Tony. Cammy and Chloe are somewhere in the middle.

Trauma!! For the whole family!!

[aceofcupsbiggestfan]

Thargelia

~ 6 and 7 Thargelion ~

Celebrated similarly in almost all Ionic cities, Thargelia honored the births of Artemis and Apollon. Said to be born one day before Apollon, Artemis would be celebrated the 6th, while Apollon would be celebrated the 7th.

On the 6th, "bad things are driven out" according to historian, Parke. A day of cleansing, the 6th would be focused on driving out disease among other ills. The 7th would be used as a day of offerings, bringing in news.

As Apollon is associated with plagues in Athens, this festival would have focused not only on His birth, but honoring him and obviation of disease.

Before Thargelia one man and one woman pharmakoi were chosen. On the first day the man would receive a necklace of black figs, and the woman a necklace of white. Once processed around the city, the two were beaten with fig branches and pelted with squill bulbs, driven from the city. This might have represented the fleeing of disease for both sexes, it was the harsher part of the purification ritual of katharsia.

On the 7th, offerings similar to those during Pyanepsia were given to Apollon. Due to this, Thargelia is also thought to be celebrating the first harvest of the season.

Children choirs sung hymn to Apollon as new children were introduced to fathers families. Winners of the choir contests received a tripod which was then offered to Apollon. Children would proceed through the city with gifts, notable an olive branch with wool, fruits, flasks of oil and bread. A song was thought to be sung in the procession which can be found here.

In noting of the harvest, an offering was given to Demeter Chloe.

Traditional Offerings:

Olive branches, honey, bread, fruits and oil

First fruits

Wine libations to Artemis

Manna bread

Eiresione

Traditional Acts:

Hymns to Artemis

Hymns to Apollon

Hymns to Demeter

Hymns to Leto

Libations to the Twins

Hymns to the Twins

Singing to Apollon

Purification rituals (such as baths, house cleansings/cleanings)

Prepare panspermia

[yllowpages]

elena's go-getter attitude was born from very encouraging parents, but also a lifetime of being underestimated, even when she was young, by both peers and authority figures. she fits that girl-next-door archetype. she's sweet, funny, and has a kind heart. but she learned growing up that that was all she was seen as by many people. and elena developed this mindset of wanting to prove them wrong. so she'd become almost an overachiever, and never considered herself a quitter. she wanted to prove that she was just as smart and tough and clever as anyone else around her. she's part of the AV club at her high school, she also joins the soccer team. she secures a decent scholarship for college, then also gets her degree in just a couple of years. and then she comes in second on a survival reality show and leverages that into having her own tv show. the majority of which is filmed, written, and researched on her own. despite the numerous life-or-death situations she's already faced, elena is the one who's determined to keep going and follow drake's clues to el dorado. when her producers threaten to cancel the show due to going over-budget, she uses her share of the treasure to keep it going until she jumps into a new career path — i could go on. she's not one for showboating, but she will never downplay her accomplishments, and she'll always be proud of what she's achieved. elena is just the kind of person who sees no point in not always going for what you want. settling for a travel magazine, being relegated to "fluff pieces," and taking easy freelance writing gigs was one of the first instances of elena stepping back instead of fighting for something bigger for herself. and of course there's a lot of extenuating circumstances there. but she really does believe in the idea that "nothing worthwhile is easy."

also… something something nate is one of the only people, if not the only person honestly, who we see actively acknowledge elena’s capability from the start. he didn’t immediately underestimate her the way other people have and do. when pirates attack, he doesn’t tell her to stand behind him and let him take care of it. he gives her a gun. when sully says they should cut her loose, nate sticks up for her a bit and points out that she “can hold her own!” and when chloe initially writes elena off as a “white bread, picket fence type,” nate immediately defends elena by pointing out how tough she is. (though nate’s actions in u4 of, in sully’s words, “not giving [elena] enough credit,” are a different discussion regarding his character and i’m not sure i have the insight to touch on it extensively right now. but i don't see it as undoing anything that came before.)

[wutbju]

Marsha Sharon Farr Van Steenburgh – Beloved wife, mother, sister, church member and friend went to be with the Lord on October 27, 2023, from Alzheimer disease. She was surrounded by her loving family up until her final breath.

Marsha was born on February 4, 1945, in Savannah, Georgia to James & Eleanor Farr. She was the third child, and spent most of her childhood in Berea, South Carolina with her five siblings - Eleanor Bowerman(deceased), James Farr, Timothy Farr, Katherine Cadden, and Nancy Clay.

Marsha attended Berea High School (Class of ‘63) where she played basketball. She graduated college from Bob Jones University in 1967 with a degree in Office Management. She then went to work as the first secretary of The Wilds Christian camp (Brevard, NC) up until the birth of her first of six children.

Her lifelong romance to her beloved husband, Scott Van Steenburgh, began at The Wilds camp. They married on December 15, 1972, and were joyfully married for 50 years. Together they had six children - Sharon (Doug) Greeley, Timothy (Melanie) Van Steenburgh, Lydia (Matt) Bartley, Philip (Katherine) Van Steenburgh, James (Amanda) Van Steenburgh, and John (Christy) Van Steenburgh - and 16 grandchildren (Douglas, Makayla, Trevor, Connor, Lucy, Tyler, Emma, Harper, Rylee, Raegan, Campbell, Chloe, Iris, Levi, Jack and Hadleigh). Scott & Marsha and their growing family moved from Greenville to Virginia, New Jersey, New York and back to Greenville. In time, they came to join Grace Baptist Church of Taylors where she will be missed and remembered as an example of Christlike love and kindness.

Marsha never met a stranger and took great joy in making sure everyone knew she welcomed them and cared about them. Her deep faith in Jesus Christ led her to want to live near her Lord and live like Him in her service to others. In the early morning, you’d find her sitting and reading the Bible, and all through the day into the late-night hours, you’d find her busy with service. Her family blesses and praises her and the way she chose to spend her life in sacrificial love - “She looks well to the ways of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness. Her children rise up and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her: Many women have done excellently, but you surpass them all. Charm is deceitful, and beauty is vain, but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.” (Proverbs 31:27-30).

The family will host a celebration of her life on Saturday, November 4th at 11am at Grace Baptist Church Taylors (5020 Old Spartanburg Road, Taylors, SC 29687). The visitation will be prior to the service at 10am.

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—the lovey-dovey things they do with you while you're both stuck at home during quarantine

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katsuki bakugo: cooking and baking with him! it all started on a cozy afternoon in April, you’re mindlessly scrolling through tiktok whilst cuddling with katsuki (your sparky bf practically asleep in your arms) when you stumbled upon some cute and interesting cooking videos appearing on your fyp. katsuki peers through your phone and groggily asks if you want to try out and attempt to make some of them and you immediately say yes!

the two of you start with something simple and basic, dalgona coffee! (even playfully arguing whether or not you should adding more whipped cream to your drinks or not), after that, you then take your culinary journey a bit further by making some baked sushi, cloud bread, and mini donut cereals among many other scrumptious delights! after a while, you decided to buy some matching “kiss the cook” aprons online and even started a tiktok account detailing all of the special twists katsuki made to the recipes (although he absolutely refused to make an account at first, with some probing and dozens of pouty faces and puppy eyes coming from his adorable significant other, he finally gives in) dancing and kisses in the kitchen, spreading flour on each other’s faces, leaving sneaky love notes by the fridge, and making each other coffee in the morning were just some of the little add-ons the two of you would do with each other.

izuku midoriya: online escape rooms and virtual museum tours! the national museum of japan were offering some free virtual tours around the museum and the two of you could not just pass up the opportunity to see all the intricate pieces being displayed in the museum. however, izuku wanted to experience something else that's similar to that and so, after seeing an ad on twitter for an virtual escape room experience, izuku excitedly told you about it. jumping and hopping around like a little bunny and you couldn’t help but agree as seeing him so happy and so excited for something will never fail to make your heart flutter. the two of you immediately book a reservation and even bring out your virtual reality gears for the full immersive experience. you’re clinging to his arm the whole time as you virtually traverse a horror escape game and your freckled boyfriend tries his best to be brave just for you.

with both of your intelligent and inquisitive minds combined together, with the occasional soft couple bickering, and having to listen to izuku murmur to himself for several minutes,  the two of you solved 7 escape rooms (for a week straight) in a span of three hours each. the two of you take turns in doing the tasks of the game, and whoever fails to do so, has to do the other person’s bidding for the entire day. although the two of you could never force the other to do any mean-spirited dares to each other, most of the bidding you told each other to do were peppering each other kisses on the cheek, long and warm hugs, choosing the movie for the night, cuddling in the bed and holding hands among many other things.

todoroki shoto: binging movies and tv shows on netflix with him! this was the perfect opportunity to help your icy-hot boyfriend finally indulge in everything pop culture. and what better way to do so than on netflix and other streaming sites? the two of you end up watching every romantic movie dear to your heart. mixed with bed or couch cuddles, blankets wrapped around the two of you, a lot of cheesy and loving whispers said, and paired with some comfort food you ordered online. your watching area varied. sometimes the two of you would watch in the bedroom, living room, and sometimes you would even make a pillow fort with dangling fairy lights attached to it filling the tent with fluffy stuff toys to lie on just so that the two of you can watch on the floor.

shoto cried when the two of you finished watching the notebook and the eternal sunshine of the spotless mind. and all you did the entire night was give him all the hugs and kithes you could provide him. ever since then, the two of you opt for more light-hearted movies. rom-coms, disney movies and sitcoms where he endlessly referenced iconic lines from friends, the office, how i met your mother, and brooklyn 99. the days in quarantine go by with the two of you just mindlessly singing and dancing along to disney songs, rewatching rom-coms for the umpteenth time, reenacting some scenes from iconic movies with dry yet hilarious acting, and just discussing movie theories whenever he cutely and innocently asks you about some small details he missed every time you finish watching a movie for the day

eijiro kirishima: training and exercise routines with him! your shark-toothed boyfriend is a fitness buff through and through. to the point that a room in your house dedicated to just gym and fitness equipment exists. but when quarantine struck the world and your lovely home, you slightly lost your motivation to work out. eijiro continues to encourage you to do so ofc! with the two of you occasionally going outside to jog but aside from that, nothing much else. when he catches you watching a chloe ting video on youtube, he scoops you up from the couch, and you giggle trying to tell him to put you down yet he refuses to do so, as he carries you all the way to your little gym room. you notice that there are yoga mats sprawled about and since then, the two of you would do a lot of yoga as it has been proven to decrease anxiety. sometimes the two of you would get distracted and start dancing to the exercise music, accompanied endless laughter and giggles when kirisihima would do his daily planking exercise with you sitting on top of him as he does so.

there were also times when the two of you were so tired and sore. so you would give each other loving massages, there were also times when the two of you would just sleep it out or just lounge in the bed. excercise couldn’t stop your cravings and so, and there were also times when the two of you would do some food mukbangs you’ve been craving for recently.

shinsou hitoshi: playing video games with him and taking care of your little pet kitten! right before quarantine started, shinsou surprised you with a pet little kitten that the two of you decided to name gigi, named after the cat from kiki’s delivery service. the two of you always running around the house as if you were parents to a newly-born baby, watching your cute little kitten frolicking around, touching and interacting with everything he could find. after watching some “cat parents” videos on youtube and learning some tips, you attempt to give it a bath, resulting into a very wet failure. with the only time you can feel peace and quiet was when gigi was asleep or whenever he would be drinking his vet-approved milk. your quarantine life was hectic and chaotic but taking care of a cute little bundle of joy with your equally loving and handsome boyfriend... well, life couldn’t get any better than this.

when you were finally able to get the hang of the cat parents life, you and shinsou finally found the time to rest and relax by playing video games. may it be a horror, action, adventure, rhythm, or fantasy game, you were always playing with him. maybe as a player 2 or just as the supportive significant other who helped him solve puzzles, make story game choices that could change the game, and even help him with the buttons if he was trying to fight some hard boss. whenever there are jumps cares in the game, he would hold your hand and give you reassuring pats. whenever the two of you would play against each other on the other hand, he has his arms wrapped around you, with you still being extremely focused at the game at hand, he would give you pecks on the cheek to try and make you distracted so that he can win. your little pet kitten, gigi, sleeping on the couch as the two of you play to your heart’s content.

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Bechloe Week 2021 - Day 4

July 29th: Near death experience

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“Beca, I’m not done talking about this,” Chloe huffed, following Beca out of their bedroom and down the stairs. One hand was held against her heavily pregnant stomach, while the other was gripping the bannister as she struggled to keep pace with her much quicker wife.

“I’m gonna be late for work, Chlo’,” was Beca’s response as she grabbed her jacket from the hook in the hall.

“It’s Saturday,” Chloe said, finally making it down in one piece. “You’re not supposed to work on Saturdays anymore. You promised.”

“I know,” Beca said as she began searching for her keys. “But the studio needs me to come in,” she lowered her voice a fraction, “and we need the money.”

Chloe sighed. “I need you here more than we need the money,” she said. “We have savings, and I’ll be going back to work once my maternity leave is up. And if things get really desperate, we could always ask-.”

“No,” Beca said, cutting her off.

“Beca.”

“We are not asking your parents for money. They already have a low enough opinion of me, we aren’t going to make it worse by letting them know I can’t even provide for my family,” Beca said, dropping her bag on an armchair when she realised her keys weren’t in there. “And our savings are for our kids’ futures, not for right now.”

She walked through the living room, where her six-year-old daughter was watching cartoons, and into the kitchen.

“Blake, have you seen mommy’s keys?” Beca asked as she walked.

“No.”

Chloe followed Beca into the kitchen.

“So I have to suffer because you want to save face in front of my parents?” She said, trying to keep her voice low so Blake wouldn’t hear.

“Oh, I didn’t realise you were suffering,” Beca replied. Chloe spotted Beca’s keys on the bench and picked them up. “Can I have my keys please?”

“Beca I can’t keep doing this on my own. I need your help,” Chloe said, her hand resting on her stomach again.

“This is me helping,” Beca said. “Going to work and putting money in our account is how I help.”

Chloe had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from snapping.

She didn’t know how many more times she needed to tell Beca that providing for the family wasn’t all on her shoulders.

“Beca. Please. I know you think it’s all on you because the latest single didn’t sell as well as you’d hoped-”

“- it bombed, but thanks for bringing it up-”

“-but we’re a team,” Chloe said, as if there’d been no interruption. “That means we share the load. And it also means you can’t run off to work every Saturday and leave your very pregnant wife looking after a six-year-old.”

Beca sighed as guilt prickled the back of her neck. “I’m gonna be late,” she said, holding out her hands for her keys.

Chloe dropped the keys into her hand before pushing past her in order to start making breakfast.

“I’ll see you tonight, okay?”

“Fine,” Chloe said, keeping her back to her as dropped bread into the toaster. “Don’t wake me if you’re home too late.”

“Okay,” Beca said, before she turned and left.

Chloe swallowed the lump in her throat as she heard Beca say goodbye to their daughter before she left the house.

Beca was running very late by the time she made it out to her car.

Guilt, worry, and frustration were all fighting each other inside to see which could make her feel worse.

Couldn’t Chloe see that she didn’t want to have to go into the studio on a Saturday?

She would much rather spend her weekend with her wife and daughter than deal with the aftermath of the dud she’d just released.

A chunk of the money she’d made from the first album was in a trust fund for their kids, enough to cover college (if they wanted to go) or to help set them up in their first home.

Some of it was in a bank account for a break-in-case-of-emergency situation.

But the rest… it had surprised Beca how quick it had gone down.

There was the wedding, the honeymoon, buying them this house, paying off the remainder of Chloe’s college debt, paying off her Mom’s debt, and then the cost of living in L.A… it all added up.

It didn’t help that after she’d given birth to Blake she took some time out of the spotlight and the income of money began to slow down.

After a gap of almost two years, Beca had been ready to start making music again but her first single off her new album just… fell flat.

Theo warned her she’d have to do a lot of work on the album to recover from that, and that meant a lot of late nights and weekends.

“Chloe, just a few more weeks and the album will be out and then things can go back to normal again.”

“No, Beca. A few more weeks and then you start promoting. A few weeks and you start touring. A few weeks and our baby will be born!”

A car cut her off as they were approaching the highway, and Beca had to slam on the brakes to avoid hitting it.

“Asshole!” She said, laying on the horn.

She saw the sticker in the back window, and had to laugh.

‘You’re right where you’re meant to be.’

Beca wondered if it was meant to be inspirational, or if it was meant to be a joke.

“Yeah, right where I’m meant to be,” she muttered. “Which is right behind you.”

They reached the traffic lights and the car ahead drove off while Beca was stuck at a red light.

Great.

If she’d left even one minute earlier-

She didn’t have time to finish her thought as a truck came barrelling out of nowhere and t-boned the car that had cut her off.

“Oh my god!”

Beca got out of the car and dialled 911 as she surveyed the carnage in front of her.

She could hear screaming and yelling as other people got out of their cars to look.

She could smell smoke and burnt rubber, and heard the long unbroken sound of a horn.

Some people ran forward to help, others were calling for help.

Others took videos. Holding their phones up to record the chaos.

Will they watch the footage later? Beca wondered. Or just sell it to a news station.

Beca requested an ambulance and had just told them the location as the car that had been hit burst into a fireball.

She could feel the heat from where she was standing.

That would have been me, she thought, her blood running cold with horror. A second earlier and it would have been me.

In her mind, she saw that sticker again.

You’re right where you’re meant to be.

She threw up. Last night’s dinner splattered the road.

Ambulances, fire trucks, police, they all showed up in the next ten minutes as Beca watched the nightmarish scene in front of her. She couldn’t take her eyes off it.

She would learn on the news that night that there were no survivors.

An officer came to ask her if she saw anything, and she told him what happened.

“Sounds like you got lucky,” he said, writing it down. He took her details in case they needed any more information, and told her to drive carefully on her way home because “you look a little pale ma’am.”

Beca got in her car, turned around, and drove straight home.

She didn’t even register the journey, and was parked in her drive and walking through the front door before she even realised she’d made it home.

“Bec? Is that you?”

Chloe was in the living room with Blake when Beca walked in, looking very pale with unshed tears in her eyes.

“Baby? Are you okay?”

Chloe stood up with difficulty and made her way over to Beca.

“Beca?”

Beca didn’t answer, she just wrapped her arms around Chloe as tightly as she could, and started crying.

She buried her face in Chloe’s neck and breathed her in as she tried to control her tears.

“Okay,” Chloe said, softly. “You’re okay, I’ve got you.”

“I’m sorry,” Beca choked out. “Please, never stop arguing with me.”

“What?”

“Never stop giving me a hard time about working too much. Please don’t give up on me, Chlo’.”

“Bec, honey, take a breath and tell me what happened,” Chloe said, ending their hug and resting her hands on Beca’s shoulders. Beca still looked scarily pale. “Sit down.”

She led Beca to the sofa and sat down beside her.

Blake, who had been watching with apprehension ran off to the bathroom before returning with what looked like half a roll of toilet paper.

“Here you go mommy,” she said, handing it to Beca.

Beca laughed and used it to wipe her eyes. “Thank you baby,” she said. She lifted Blake into her lap and kissed her cheek and hugged her so hard that Blake started to giggle.

“Mommy you’re gonna squish me!”

“Sorry,” Beca said, relaxing her grip, allowing Blake to slide off her lap and return to her toys.

“What happened?” Chloe prompted.

Beca sniffed and wiped her eyes again. “There was an accident,” she said. “It was bad, and… and I would have been in it. If I’d left here a minute earlier I would have been in it. I… I almost…” She swallowed, not wanting to voice it in front of Blake.

Chloe didn’t need her to say it, she understood.

“Oh my god,” she said, her voice catching. She swallowed hard and blinked back tears. “Okay,” she said, pulling Beca into a hug. “You’re okay.”

“I love you, Chloe. I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” Chloe said, squeezing her as hard as she could.

Their hug ended when Beca’s phone began ringing.

“It’s Theo,” she said, pulling the phone out of her pocket. She wiped her eyes. “Do I sound normal?”

“No, not even a little bit,” Chloe said. “Let me speak to him?”

Beca nodded and handed over the phone. She knew Theo was a little bit scared of Chloe, so would be much less likely to insist Beca come into work if she spoke to him.

“Hey Theo, it’s Chloe,” Chloe said. “Yeah, she won’t be making it in today.“

She took her free hand and started running it through Beca’s hair in a soothing motion, and she could almost feel the tension leaving Beca’s body. Sometimes she liked to tease Beca on how much she acted like a cat, but she wouldn’t do that today. Today she just needed to calm her down and make her feel safe and loved.

“No, she was almost in a car accident,” Chloe said, adjusting her position as best as she could so Beca could lean into her. Beca’s had came to rest on Chloe’s stomach, and she pressed a soft kiss against it. Their baby responded with a few kicks.

“Yeah, that’s the one. No, she's fine, but I don’t think she’s in any state to drive or work, I think she’s probably in shock. Okay. I’ll let her know. Thanks.” Beca looked up as Chloe ended the call. “He said not to worry about it. He heard about the accident which is why he called. He knows you take that road to work.”

“Thank you for doing that,” Beca said.

“Of course. We’re a team, remember?”

“I won’t ever forget it.”

Blake joined her mothers on the sofa, and cuddled into Beca’s other side.

Beca closed her eyes, surrounded by her family, and let out a slow breath.

She was right where she was meant to be.

[whocalledhimannux]

@peregrer the What. 👀👀👀 *insert John Mulaney gif of "say more right now"*

ok so when I say "the extent to which I've fleshed out the QT GBBO AU in my head is getting to be embarrassing," I truly and deeply mean it, please enjoy 1,900 words of utter ridiculousness.

first, our competitors:

Legarus - performs so poorly that viewers are a bit confused how he got on the show in the first place, a la Jamie (series 10) or that one guy who made a lime and chocolate cake in the first week.

Chloe - nice flavors and good ideas for decorations, but pretty sloppy. was up for elimination in the first week but came back with a great showstopper.

Melheret - good but not as good as he thinks he is (hence his bread week elimination because of sloppy technique), heavy-handed with the alcohol flavoring

Agape - solid competitor, not flashy but tasty + pretty results. I haven't worked out exact week-by-week themes (that would indeed be Too Much) but I imagine this is something like "Dairy" or "Caramel" or "Vegan," some particular element she just happens to not be strong on. viewers are disappointed by her early elimination

Teleus - Dad contestant. brings in a bunch of weird pans and gadgets he made up himself, does pretty well until it comes to Fiddly Foreign Foods he doesn't know (probably eliminated in French or Patisserie week)

Laela - typically has good flavors and pretty designs but technical knowledge is a bit lacking, so there are usually some flaws in the execution and she's often in the bottom half of technicals

Phresine - Grandma contestant. nails the classics but ultimately isn't creative enough to make it further.

Magus - the "Ian (series 6)" flavor of Dad contestant, often brings in foraged ingredients or eggs from his own chickens or whatnot and revives old recipes/flavor combinations no one else knows about. one week, some of those turn out to just be too weird, leading to his elimination.

Sophos - pretty elaborate decorations and good flavors (on the border of classic and new), but he tends to try a million different embellishments on everything and struggles with timing, occasionally to the detriment of technique.

Kamet - always has really interesting and different flavors and tends to do well in technicals especially, assuming he doesn't get overwhelmed. which is... an assumption (Finalist)

Costis - leans towards classic and indulgent flavors, although sometimes a bit sloppy--the kind of contestant where the judges look at his dishes and say "it's a bit of a mess" and then Paul Hollywood starts laughing because it still tastes delicious (Finalist)

Irene - absolutely stunning visually, queen of the technicals, occasionally gets the "style over substance" warning (Winner)

more details below the cut

I've gone back and forth on whether Eugenides should be in it but ultimately I decided no because I wanted to maintain a pre-show relationship between Laela + Kamet (I thought otherwise at first but then I realized I hadn't left Kamet any longterm friends or family for his finalist video and that's depressing af) and Irene and Sophos which to my knowledge hasn't happened once on the show so far? so having a married couple on top of that seems like it would be a stretch, and also then I think I'd need to make Eugenides the winner on principle and you know what? he can stand to be second fiddle to his wife for a little bit. My alternate backstory for him is that he was actually the winner of MasterChef one year (good with knives), so in the first episode Irene's first little chat to camera is something like "my husband's been bugging me for years to try out and I keep telling him he's got a skewed perspective on cooking competitions, finally I applied just to shut him up... and here we are." Her little video introduction is about how baking is a stress relief from her bigshot job. Her decorations tend to be abstract and gorgeous rather than cutesy.

Kamet, likewise, was nagged into applying by Laela, but she very cleverly framed it as she wanted to apply and wanted him to do it to for moral support. both were confident the other would get in and surprised that they did themselves. This is one of those series where everyone's friendships are immediate and obvious and super adorable (cast of series 10 my beloved...), and in particular these two are holding hands in episode 1. Laela's deep blue robe from TaT sticks in my head for whatever reason so I imagine her making an elaborate blue peacock cake or something one week that wins her star baker. somebody always does a peacock something and it's always impressiev.

Phresine is cool as a cucumber under pressure, always has lovely things to say about everyone else's bakes, and is the go-to last-minute helper because she usually comes in under the time. Irene starts out similar but as the weeks go by she starts to feel the pressure a bit more and cuts it a bit close. Sophos is the worst on timings, and mentions his wife at least once an episode. (I also played with him being single on the show and meeting Helen later through Irene and Eugenides, but this idea is too cute to pass up tbh.) Teleus lives with Relius, a fact that isn't mentioned until a few weeks in when he comments that Relius likes a recipe or gave him an idea for a flavor or something (Relius does not bake himself but will happily sample practice bakes), to the surprised delight of every viewer whose favorite contestant is the oldest gay in any given series (me, me, that person is me).

Costis tends to use a lot of chocolate and, as I said, pretty "classic" flavors--one of those people who makes a full English savory bake at some point. He's usually in the top half of the competition but doesn't get the top until one of the later weeks in the competition, which is a Honey themed week, and he absolutely nails it. The delicate decorations of his honey nut cakes and his use of honeycomb are particularly praised and that's the week he gets star baker. One of those bakers who flirts with elimination the first few weeks but noticeably improves over the course of the show.

My most, like, plot-y ideas are about Kamet (SHOCKER). I imagine he was born in Setra (I usually make Setra a non-autonomous region in my AUs) but arrived in Britain as a child due to [Unspecified Crisis] and ended up with foster dad Jeffa, who was roughly from the same region but not Setra itself; whenever Kamet wanted Setran food as a kid, Jeffa would take him to the library to find recipes and that was what sparked his love of baking. He's well-read on the subject and knows about foods from a lot of different cultures, so he's usually heard of the technical challenges even if he hasn't made or eaten them. He does a lot of fusion flavors, and is ALL ABOUT bread week.

I don't usually make the his-relationship-with-Nahuseresh-is-romantic leap in modern AUs but I think it works for this one because of the nature of the format--Nahuseresh doesn't actually appear on camera but is alluded to once or twice, ends up being Very Displeased that Kamet is doing something for himself, and during the week following Laela's elimination they have the fight that makes Kamet realizes this is actually a terrible relationship and he needs to leave now. He calls Laela to let her know what's up and mentions that, since he'll need to stay in a motel and has presumbly lost his job as a secretary (yeah working for your boyfriend is Bad, he's realized that now), he's going to have to drop out of the show. Laela, despite living in a studio flat without room to host him, immediately thinks "um fuck that" and calls Costis, and within an hour Costis and Aris and a few rugby buddies have moved all of Kamet's things into Costis and Aris's flat, where Costis insists that he'll squeeze into Aris's room (they've shared before, it's fine) and that Kamet gets first dibs on the kitchen for all bake off practices.

None of them actually reveal any of this to the show's producers. Kamet gets a little overwhelmed the following week and nearly walks away from the tent, but Costis jumps in to keep his bake from being ruined, and some soothing words from Irene + the hosts calm him down and he returns to finish. The only mention of the Drama comes in the finale, during the longer video clips they do on each of the contestants. Kamet is deliberately vague about the details of the situation, but Aris shows up in both Costis's and Kamet's videos and references the fact that having TWO flatmates in the bake off is a bit difficult because they only have a standard size kitchen, so he hasn't cooked for himself in a month and has been living off cake and savory breads. one of the hosts talks to Kamet in the tent after that clip is shown and he still won't talk about it in more detail, but says that he wanted to tell people so they could appreciate why Costis hasn't practiced as much the last few weeks (the judges scolded him for winging it a couple of times), and admits that he totally copied some of Costis's techniques for honey week based on watching him at home.

I imagine the finale task is something like an illusion cake--probably with a bunch of additional required elements because the show has been going bonkers with the finale showstoppers in the newer seasons--and Irene wins with a jewelry box containing, among other things, ruby earrings made out of candy. Kamet does a stepwell, and Costis does something architectural (I was thinking castle but something visibly Greek-ish so maybe a temple or a megaron? idk). Irene wins but they're all BFFs and that's obvious, so everyone's delighted for her. The little montage at the end reveals that Irene + Gen are expecting twins, that everybody hangs out all the time, and that Costis + co recently helped Kamet move into his own flat where he's now working on a novel (Immakuk and Ennikar inspired, obvi, leaning heavily on the honey-shared-on-the-road thing and including some recipes that actually work in the narration, albeit still written in an ancient-novel-like-way).

[Obviously not part of the show, but when Kamet mentions that it's time for him to look for his own place, Costis tries to v awkwardly invite him to stay forever and Kamet is like "nope I've got to try this on my own but yes we will go on a date once I've moved out and see how it goes from there."]

[This is so far beyond the scope of the show but also several of them go on to have more baking-related careers and have active social media presences and at one point they're all hanging out and Eugenides pulls out a camera and demands they all produce baking pick-up lines. Teleus refuses and also doesn't believe anyone knows baking pick-up lines off the top of their head or could make them up on the spot. Sophos sort of proves him right by coming up with "you're the apple of my pie," which Eugenides instantly mocks because Sophos's three greatest loves are baking, Helen, and poetry, and that's the best he can do? Helen comes up with "I like my cake the way I like my men--rich, sweet, and bright red," to which Sophos blushes on cue. Irene's is "when I'm with you, I feel like chocolate heated to 50 degrees--I struggle to maintain my temper." Eugenides protests this is more like an anti-pickup line. Irene insists this is the most accurate marriage-related baking pun anyone could ever come up with.

[Laela's is "You and I are like custard--I hope we never split." Kamet's is "You remind me of bread, because I knead you." Costis freezes for a minute and finally comes up with "Fancy a cream horn?" which produces a lot of giggling and makes Kamet slap his arm in such a way that, hen Eugenides posts this video to instagram, fans of the show all go WAIT ARE THEY DATING NOW] [by this point, yes they are] [I didn't even have to google baking pickup lines for this, guys, I legit came up with them on my own, please clap.]

am I obsessed? I might be obsessed

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My top 7 Arsenal wfc players, aka the whole team because they're all my children and you can't chose between children

(And they're not many more than seven anyways)

Beth Mead: a wizard on the wong and the original crot queen. She may not have had the best season this year but shes still managed to play an important part in the team and has conquered many hearts in the process. If she has to retire early because of all the hits she receives during matches then she's got a bright future ahead of her as a cringey tiktok star or, if that fails, a career as a HSM impersonator on cruise ships

Cailtin Foord: there were mixed opinions when she was first announced as a new signing, but she almost immediately became one more member of the arsenal family amongst players and supporters alike. Before Covid struck shes already stamped her mark on the club with her skill and made her way onto the scoresheet, and now shes also made her way into Lia's house and infected the squad with the chaotic tiktok bug

Dan Carter: literally a gooner through and through having played for arsenal for practically all her life and pulling through in the big moments. Heartbreak and injury have been her middle names for over the past year having sustained two ACL injuries in 14 months. Even if she hasnt had as much of an impact on the pitch shes still been a large part of injury fc, with her and her diary always being a source of sarcasm and banter through it all.

Danielle Van De Donk: she probably described herself best when she said she was a feisty puppy who wants to ball. A woman who takes no prisoners during matches, opponents refs and the back of nets all fear her. Off the pitch though shes a real softie who radiates chaotic energy and yet has developed over the years into quite the leader (even if she still follows beth around on her tiktok adventures)

Jennifer Beattie: a friendly giant who quietly puts in all the work at the back, being an absolute unit as a last line of defense which was sorely missed during her injury. She came back from City because arsenal is home and that's beautiful. Talking about beautiful, her and Chloe. That's it, nothing more needs to be elaborated on. Pretty underrated although shes been getting more attention lately, she makes Kim company as the quiet Scottish duo who are lethal on the pitch

Jill Roord: despite her love hate relationship with goal posts, shes still made her mark at arsenal this year especially thanks to the fact that she has remained injury free this year (dont worry I touched wood when I typed that) and hopefully next year when shes settled in even more to the team and the league then she'll be able to show what she's truly made of. That is, if she lasts that long before the team kick her out for being too annoying. A woman who likes the two extremes, Frozen and Olaf as well as blonde tattooed players and famous thirst traps, she epitomises this soft yet hard personality dichotomy too

Jordan Nobbs: calm, composed, skillful, professional, dynamic and with the capacity of being able to astutely read the game, she's the personification of arsenal in a player. Having been at the club for a whole decade now she's practically lived it all and yet she continues on hungry for better and more. With the way she acts on the pitch you would never guess her forgetful, dorky, awkward nature off it. The woman with both the longest nando's order ever and the shortest attention span.

Katie McCabe: the Irish devil, the arsenal player founder of the tucked in shirt, member of the love to hate her girlfriend club. Her almost permanent move to left back this season has reaped bountiful benefits for her, a flexible player who always finds freedom on the wing shes proved herself as lethal as both a defender and a finisher. In Jordan's words, she talks about her biceps all the time, but so would I if I was that stacked. That being said, Ruesha always finds a way to beat her which is probably payback for her scoring against West Ham in the cup

Katrine Veje: another player lost to injury this season, although lockdown has treated her well (that makes one of us) and she's apparently fully fit again. Shes been sorely missed as a fullback for most of her season, her explosiveness and crosses in particular. As it is shes used her time to get in some spectacular photoshoots and just be and just be a source of clownery as a veteran at injury fc

Kim Little: as silent as Kim and as deadly as Kim should be new british sayings at this point. Quick on her feet with nerves of steel shes an impressive player to watch and is sometimes the glue in the midfield that keeps arsenal together. Her professionalism both on and off the pitch is as big as her dislike of cameras

Leah Williamson: the face of arsenal and not because of her looks, rather because of her insane talent and her embodiment of all things arsenal. From the moment she was born arsenal was pumping through her veins. One of the best up and coming CBs with long range passes for days she has been a crucial part of the arsenal squad for so long you forget she's just 23. What she lacks in some of her fashion choices she makes up in her bright and nerdy personality and her never ending stream of insults directed at Jordan

Leonie Maier: she recently said that she has never regretted the decision to move to arsenal and that has been because shes been able to shine in defense mainly alongside Leah, each playing off each other's strengths and developing herself as a player in a new league which is never an easy transition. Dont let her banana bread making trick you into thinking shes the mum in the group, shes proved herself to be as chaotic as the rest of them.

Lia Walti: arguably the best thing to come out of Switzerland since toblerone (much better than swiss cheese though). Like a lot of arsenal players, it sometimes seems like she would be better off playing in bubble wrap so she wouldnt sustain as many injuries. She's an intelligent player, one of the best qualities to have as a midfielder, with skill coming out of her ears and unfulfilled potential still to come. Her sunshine-like looks can be deceiving though because she leaves her brain cells in the changing room, as is becoming an arsenal tradition.

Lisa Evans: another alround players who, as a winger-cum-fullback, has thrived in her position this year. Her defensive position yet forward thinking mentality has proved deadly and when shes been given space to roam the wing too shes provided goals and assists a plenty. Her unpredictability on the pitch translates into her chaotic tendencies off it and a love for the arsenal anthem “we've got McCabe, Katie McCabe”. Sometimes she likes to pretend that she's a seal (exhibit A attached below)

Louise Quinn: it would be stereotypical to say that it's natural that shes so good at headers due to her height, but stereotypes exist for a reason and her tower-like build makes her a match for any Millie Bright in the heading department. She's a consistent, sturdy player who is great at starting up play from the back in many cases providing that vital first past (sometimes with her head because she's tall). Her pastimes include drinking a lot of coffee, understandable that she needs to refuel considering her height, and making fun on her teammates so that they dont make fun of her accent and her 183 cm length. Have I mentioned that she's tall?

Manuela Zinsberger: an extremely talented goalkeeper although sometimes people can excusably confuse her with being arsenal's eleventh outfield player. Another bayern recruit she's been key this season making some great saves and causing a few heart attacks in the process (west ham's penalty box free kick anyone?). She may look tough but she's just as much a clown as the rest of them

Pauline Peyraud-Magnin: the second proud member of the goalkeepers union. Shes not called the Hulk for no reason, racking up some great saves and skills with her feet even as Joe's second choice. What she lacks in command of the english language she makes up in utter chaos including hand gestures, shouting and eratic dancing, well as staging photoshoots at arsenal's gym.

Viki Schnaderbeck: shes been able to mostly avoid injury fc this season after a long stint there last year and her hardwork has paid off to establish her as a mainstay here as a skilled defensive player. Shes been loud and proud recently on social media and I am loudly and proudly here to support it

Vivianne Miedema: in Katie's own words “the goat”. Absolutely lethal as a center-forward, calm collected and composed in front of the goal, and also crucial in providing build up play and assists. She can both hold off opponents and reach an unmatched maximum speed with surprising ambidexterity and complete nonchalantness. The only player who is actively lazy and is able to get away with it. She puts up with a lot of chaos but is not unknown to add to it too, mainly providing subtle humor and sarcastic wit. Not a personality for the faint hearted.

[unmaskedagain]

Marinette: A merry Little Nightmare

Okay so I was thinking about the Crossover fic I did yesterday with the Disney orginal Movie Halloween Town and started to thinking about other favorite halloween town… The Nightmare Before Christmas. This of course reminded me of one of favorite Sterek fic (Teen wolf: Stiles/Derek) that I go back and read once a year. And I kind of wanted to create a  new ML AU for  something similar. I didn’t get very far with this so feel free to continue if you’d like!!! This got completely away from and went in a direction, I didn’t see coming… So yeah.

           Marinette had always been a little… different; since the second, she was born in fact. But, hey, that’s what happens when the jolliest Elf in Christmas land marries the scariest vampire in all of Halloween Town. It’s no wonder Jack Skellington, the pumpkin king, was so adamant about officiating their wedding!

           Her parents had met not long after the Pumpkin King tried his hand at Christmas. It went wrong. So very, very wrong. However, there was one bright side. The people from the various different holidays now knew the others existed.

           And was when things started to change.

           Because people wanted change.

           It wasn’t fun only celebrating their one holiday every year; even if they were really good at it. And it wasn’t before long that you saw Cupids hanging with the monsters under the bed. Elves and leprechauns going out for drinks. A few reindeer running after the Easter bunny. Snow Angels laughing with Evil Witches.

           Then Jack got a wonderful idea, and even managed to clear it by a very suspicious Santa, who was still just a bit traumatized from the last time Jack got an idea.

           Why not let the children get the chance they never got? They can grow and learn about each other’s cultures together.

           Thus, Ville des festivals was born. The city of festivals where citizens from holidays, both big and small, could come to live to together. And with the city came schools; Holiday High was the renowned of them. She had long gotten used to people asking “What are you?”

           To them, she was a living, breathing question mark, they long to solve.

           Marinette was born and raised in Ville des festivals. Her parents owned a bakery that produced everything from sugar cookies to Frog’s Breath pie.

           The bluenette wouldn’t change who she was for anything but it hadn’t been easy growing up. Her heritage came from two of the biggest holidays of all the Holidays. She was both, and at the same time neither.

Marinette never felt like she was scary enough for Halloween town. Or cheerful enough for Christmas Land. It always felt like a tug of war; sometimes. Like she was split in two. Like if she cut herself, her blood would come out as a sparkly white and dreadful black.

Sparkly white for her Dad, Tom, who reflected sheer Christmas magic; the kind kids get on Christmas morning, when snowed the night before, and they opened all their presents and think it’s over, only for their parents to bring out a puppy with a boy around his head.

Dreadful black for her mom, Sabine, who’s presence echoed the terror you feel when you walk alone at night on a full moon, through a graveyard, on Friday the 13th, during October, and you get an alert on your phone about a serial killer loose, and then it turns out the cemetery is also haunted.

It’s a wonder no one knew what to make of Marinette. She had a smile that brighten up a room better than any of Santa’s elves. She had a glare that could melt the flesh off the Boogieman.

Every teacher she ever had always stumbled over her name; their faces wondering if it was an error.

Cheng; a fearsome line of Vampires from Halloween Town, everyone knew that.

Dupain; a merry elf family from Christmas land who baked the best ginger bread cookies imaginable.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng… What? It had to be an error,

Oh their faces when they realized it wasn’t!

Sometimes, besides her parents, it was like only Marinette realized that someone could be both; that she was both.

When she went to visit her mother’s family in Halloween town; everyone knew her as Marinette, half-vampire daughter of Sabine, from the Angelus bloodline; a fearsome and terrible family. And it was wonderful! Marinette wore Victorian dresses and went to balls. She was the best vampire anyone could ever be. And they treated her like a vampire. No one seemed to realize that while she needed blood to drink, she also need regular food to eat too. That while Marinette did enjoy scaring people, sometimes it felt wrong.

And when she went to visit the North Pole with her dad; she was a merry elf who sang the best Christmas songs and that all the reindeer loved. She worked with Mrs. Klaus, organizing and planning for events around town. She wore bright dress of gold and reds; silvers and purples. They treated her like she was an elf. No one seemed to realize that while most kids would love to live off candy and sweet drinks, Marinette still needed blood to sustain her. And yeah, sometimes, she burned a little in the sun, okay, Rudolph?

And Marinette didn’t speak the demonic language most vampires did; that her mother’s family all did; this never failed to disappoint her grandmother, who would then send her mother accusing looks. She also didn’t know any elfish which meant she couldn’t communicate with her dad’s dad. She could understand it but that was it.

She was only fluent in apologizing for not being enough, for never having found time to learn. The only phrase she knew in both languages.

“Sorry, I don’t speak Enochian,” Marinette would apologize and watch the confusion on her on her cousins’ faces, the disappointment in her family’s eyes.

“Sorry, I don’t speak Elfish,” Marinette would apologize, and her grandfather would frown, and make some bad parenting comment along the lines of ‘This is what happens when you raise your child away from where they belong. Move her to the North Pole before it’s too late. We’ll fix her.’ Fix her as if she was broken; as if she wasn’t quite whole.

           Marinette opened her mouth and half her family wilts.

Marinette got the best of both worlds; it was true. She’d swear it… Most days. But after the Nightmare before Christmas incident, no one really dared to try to truly mix the holidays again. Sure, the people from both towns were social with each other and got along great, some even married, but that was where the line was drawn. The holidays didn’t interfere with each other.

So while Marinette got the best of both worlds; they remained separate outside of her home and the bakery.

It sucked. And no one but the other kids in similar predicaments as her understood.

Juleka, whose mother came from the land of Mardi Gras and whose father was a warlock from Halloween town, understood. Rose understood too; her father was a cupid and her mother came from the New Year’s City. The blond didn’t even know how to begin to explain that despite being so close to one another; the two holidays never mingled. In fact, they were so possessive of their own celebrations it was insane. (The last week of December to the day after Valentine’s Day was the most stressful time for Rose.)

           Even Chloe sort of understood, though both her parents came from the Christmas. Her mother was a Grinch who hated pretty much everything and her father had come from a long line of very important elves (or so Chloe put it.) Her mother was a worlds’ renowned fashion critic and her father was the mayor of Ville Des festivals. Her father loved Christmas. Her mother refused to celebrate it. It only worked out because Chloe’s mom was never around much.

           Even in Ville Des festivals, it was complicated. Most try to put her into a category to make it easier on themselves. Sure everyone was allowed to love each other’s holidays and to celebrate but to a point. No one expected an Easter bunny to go flying Santa’s sleigh, right?

           No one expected an elf to want to scare people. Or a vampire to be able to make snowflakes.

“Which side are you closer with?” They’d asked. “You know, who do you identify with?”

Marinette refused to answer. She wouldn’t allow them to erase half of herself. She didn’t want to choose sides of herself. Why did she have to choose a race?

It wasn’t like there was a dividing line, from her head to her toes, that said one side Christmas Magic and the other Halloween Terror.

That wasn’t the way it worked. She refused to let them wash away half her identity just because it’s the one they prefer.

And oh how the people in charge preferred to used her sweet nature, the rose color to her cheeks, and big blue eyes to try and write her off as an elf!

Elf-passing, is what some would say.

How could they ignore her fangs? The dark midnight blue of her hair? The slant of her eyes, that flashed red whenever she was angry?

Why was it so hard to understand that she was both?

Marinette Dupain-Cheng was elf and a vampire. It wasn’t like she was an Alien from outer space. Or a human.

She got to celebrate Halloween with her mom, her dad, and her mom’s family but never once has she celebrated Christmas with her mom’s family. Not in Halloween town; it just wasn’t done.

She got to celebrate Christmas with her dad, her mom, and her dads’ family but gods’ forbid someone bring up throwing a Halloween party. No one threw Halloween Parties in the North day. It was the North Pole, for Saint Nick’s sake.

           To Marinette, there were no better holidays than Halloween and Christmas. She just wished she could celebrate with her entire family.

           She wished people didn’t make stereotypical assumptions on vampires just because they watched a few movies, or read some books.  Marinette’s mom loved garlic. Holy water didn’t burn, thank you Chloe! Not every vampire knew Dracula or was descended from him. Though her grandma Gina, the elf, dated him back in the day so yeah, Marinette did know him but that wasn’t the point. And no, vampires didn’t used to only drink from the blood of virgin, what the hell Kim? (And Marinette wished for nothing more than to curse Stephanie Meyer out for the epidemic she unleashed. Vampires were always overly sexualized before… But DAMN! Juleka swore it was the equivalent of what happened to witches and warlocks during the Harry Potter Craze.)

           She wished people didn’t assume all elves were sweet and nice and were toy makers. Her uncle was a dentist, thank you very much! And her grandpa could give any Grinch a run for their money.

           Honestly, Marinette loved her life, her family, being mixed; coming from two very different worlds. It was just that sometimes it was hard. Sometimes she didn’t feel like a very good elf. Sometimes she was a terrible vampire. Sometimes she just didn’t feel like enough for either. Sometimes she felt like she never got enough of either.

           Or as a human named Julian Randall put in his poem called ‘6 Biracial Metaphors.’ In it, he said, “Knowing that Sometimes being biracial is to have two half-filled glasses and die of thirst anyway.”

           Sometimes, Marinette hummed Christmas songs under breath during October. Sometimes, she really wanted to watch Horror Flicks during December.

           She just wished people made her feel like it was okay when she did. Or that it didn’t feel weird when she did.

           Because it wasn’t weird. It was who she was.

All of who she was.

Marinette was poison wrapped in a pretty bow.

Marinette was a sweet kiss under the mistletoe that sent you straight to hell.

Marinette was a daydream and the worst fears come to reality.

Marinette was the Nightmare before Christmas.

[kawaiichibiart]

Kinda realizing there are certain things for each Miraculous AU of mine I like the most.

In Tales of the Miraculous, it's the friendship between Marinette, Chloe, Adrien and Felix. I've already established that, even outside this AU, my personal favorite relationship between Felix and Adrien is one that's just, chaotic. Add in Marinette and the Chaotic Trio was born. And then there's Chloe, who's being dragged around by the other three. But overall, they're a well put together friend group that people didn't/don't expect to be friends.

In A Fairy's Tale, it's the budding (ha) friendship between Marc and Adrienne while their respective boyfriend and girlfriend are in the back glaring at each other. We have the two half fairies becoming friends, sharing what it's like on either side of the coin, with Adrienne being more traditionally a fairy, while Marc is more traditionally a human (I went over it in a different post, but tldr, half-fairies take after the mother, never the father. Fairy mom = fairy. Human mom = human. The half part is acknowledged, but you're just called a fairy or a human). But then there's Nathaniel and Chloe. Who don't have the best relationship. And it is just the most awkward trying to be civil because my bf/gf is friends with yours situation.

While A Circus of Misfortune revolves around Adrien running away and joining the circus, and eventually being found by Luka, the thing I like the most is that people are genuinely looking for him, so the reunion of Team Miraculous is my favorite thing. The thing that set it off was me listening to "See You Again" on TikTok, and having the AU pop into mind. If I ever manage to, I plan on making an animatic for it. While Luka has had the most time to reunite with Adrien, the rest of the team hasn't. And they are unaware that he is also Chat Noir. So the team has been searching for two people, none of them having ever stopped to considered they are one in the same. And since Adrien cut ties with literally everyone when he ran off, no one knew how to track him down. So, when Viperion returns to Paris, it's to a team meeting taking place on the Eiffel Tower. And that's when he reveals he found not only Adrien, but Chat Noir, who steps into the light to see his old team once again. And of all the members, literally all the members, of the team, the first one to react is Ladybug. Because crushes aside, she was the one who was the most affected when he ran away and was the one who looked the most for the missing blond(s).

The Cinderella AU, being a split AU, doesn't have a big difference in what my favorite thing is for each part. And that is that upon first meeting Chloe, Marinette gives her something freshly baked. In Chloe and the Baker's Daughter, it's a small loaf of bread straight outta the oven. In A Second Chance, it's a cupcake. In the shop, Chloe would never have the chance to enjoy it, being forced to leave and never return by order of her mother. But in the second, she's already made up with Adrien after attempting to take what was originally his happily ever after, and is looking for a love of her own, someone who would love her for her (genuinely one of my favorite lines delivered by Anastasia,"But I want someone to love me for me!"). And that ends up being Marinette, who shows up at the garden and holds out a cupcake for her.

[super-unpredictable98]

Irresistible Trouble (The Borrowers AU - Spiller x Reader)

Part 5: The Great Beyond

(Irresistible Trouble Masterlist)

- Good morning, princess - you heard Spiller's voice and felt his breathing against your ear - the tiny bean knocked to let us know her mum is going out.

- Her name is Chloe.

- Well, Chloe told us her mum is getting ready to leave.

- Did she say how long we have?

- A few hours.

- Alright - you sat up, stretching - let's get ready.

You grabbed a piece of bread Chloe had left you and shoved it in your mouth, not wanting to waste time. 

- Careful, you're gonna end up choking - Spiller laughed.

- Shut up - you mumbled.

- I do love girls with a big appetite.

You rolled your eyes before grabbing your backpack and leaving the nest. Spiller did the same, following you to the room. 

- Chloe! Chloe! - You shouted, trying to get her attention.

- Oh, hey y/n! Hi, Spiller! Are you guys ready?

- I was born ready - Spiller ran his hands over his hair.

- Sometimes I wanna punch you in the face - you uttered.

- Ha, that's a funny one, I know what you really wanna do to me, princess...

- Shut up, we don't have time for your cheap flirting. Where should we start Chloe?

The three of you looked through every corner that you might've missed the day before, behind and under the furniture, between cushions on the couch, in the middle of the endless decorations on the shelves, in every single one of the kitchen cabinets. It was like the pin had vanished from the face of the Earth.

- Jesus Christ, what am I supposed to do now? - You let your body crash against Spiller's as you sat down for a break.

- Don't stress, doll, we're gonna find it - he kissed the top of your head.

- How? We already looked everywhere twice.

- There's one place where we didn't look - Chloe thought out loud - but I don't know how we're supposed to get in there.

- Where is it?

- My mum's room.

- Well, let's go then - Spiller smiled excitedly.

- There's only one problem... It's locked, it's always locked.

- That is usually a problem, yes, but not for us - you cocked an eyebrow - we're borrowers, that's what we do. Take us to your mom's room, Chloe.

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The walk down the hall seemed way longer than usual, you have walked that path several times, but now it felt like your life depended on it. Spiller noticed how nervous you were and held your hand firmly.

- We're gonna find it - he whispered.

- Here we are - Chloe stopped in front of the last door in the hallway.

- Oh, that's great - you got on all fours happy to see that the door didn't go all the way to the floor - we can pass through this gap easily.

- Yeah, then we'll find a way to unlock the door for you - Spiller smacked your ass - let's go, shall we?

- Spiller! - You scolded, blushing nervously.

- Don't mind me... I know exactly what grown-ups do - Chloe giggled.

- And what do you think grown-ups do, young lady? - You widened your eyes.

- My daddy used to do the same thing with my mum when they were still  married.

- See? She gets it - Spiller chuckled - she's a smart little bean.

- Well, we're not married, so Spiller should keep his hands to himself - you gave  him a pointed look.

- I'll remember that tonight... I'll keep my hands and everything else to myself.

- You prick! - You pushed him, trying not to laugh.

You and Spiller were able to fit under the door and get into the room with no problems, then Chloe slid your backpacks through the gap so you could use your tools to unlock it. 

Spiller looked through his stuff for a moment and got a long rope with a hook tied to the end.

- You got some more? - He asked.

- Here - you grabbed the rope you always carried as well.

He quickly tied the two pieces together with a double fisherman’s knot as you watched it, wondering what was his brilliant plan...

- What are you doing, Spiller?

- I'm gonna toss this up to the doorknob and climb to pick the lock.

- Are you insane? It's way too high, you're never gonna be able to toss it.

- Watch me, love - he smirked and gave you a wink - back off a bit, will ya?

You folded your arms, ready to see Spiller fail and laugh at him, you would never let him live it down. He swung the rope, spinning it a couple times to build momentum, and threw it up towards the doorknob. You gaped as the rope fastened around it and the hook pierced through the metal, creating the perfect climbing support.

- What the actual fuck? - You breathed.

- Too high, you said? - He gloated, a cocky smile on his face.

- That was... That was just luck.

- C'mon, babycakes - he pulled you closer by the waist, his thigh hitting right between your legs, sending a shiver down your spine - look into my eyes and tell me you didn't think that was sexy.

- I-I... Didn't... - You tried to get the sentence out, but Spiller shifted his leg, making it rub against you even more and melting your words before you could finish.

- What was that? - He wet his lips, amused, as you tried to fight the tingles that took over your lower stomach.

- Kiss me right now! - You groaned, unable to stop yourself.

- Wow, y/n... I thought I was supposed to keep my hands to myself until we're married.

- Wanker! Just kiss me, will you?

- But Chloe is...

You pulled him closer, connecting your lips to his, he didn't complain.  In fact, he was very eager to return your affection, his hands immediately snaking under your shirt and his thigh still teasing you mercilessly.

- Sometimes I hate you so much - you murmured before kissing his neck, over the tattoo.

- If this is you hating me, I really wanna see what happens when you like me - he mocked.

- Are you guys okay? - Chloe asked from the other side of the door.

- Shit, shit, I forgot - you pulled away.

- Yeah, we're gonna open the door soon - Spiller laughed - we finish this later, huh?

You simply nodded, feeling overwhelmed with desire. Spiller effortlessly grabbed the rope and started to make his way up, using the door to support his feet. 

Once he reached the knob, he took a few seconds to analyze the lock before  jamming his arm into the keyhole, quickly unlocking it.

- All done - Spiller tapped the door a couple times as he slid back down.

Chloe walked into the room and retrieved your rope. She seemed amazed by the fact that you were able to do such things being so small, but again... It's always good to be underestimated, there's more room for surprises.

- Okay, we need to be quick, my mum is halfway done.

You and Spiller started to look in the corners where no one would imagine to search while Chloe did a broader sweep. It seemed like once more you were out of luck, that was the last place to search, after that you could forget about it, that was until...

- Hey, guys, I think I found it - Spiller shouted from the top of a dresser - look at this dress.

You ran as fast as you could towards the black dress hanging on the wardrobe's door. Chloe gave you a lift so you were able to see it up close. A single pin with a pink top was holding the strap. You prayed to God, or whatever is up there as you checked for the heart your mum had engraved. 

- This is it! - You screamed - That's my pin!

- I told you we were gonna find it, baby! - Spiller cheered.

- Thank you so much, guys, you have no idea...

- Chloe, what is happening here? - A stern voice interrupted you, a voice you unfortunately knew.

- Mum? I thought you were mowing the lawn... - The little girl turned around scared.

- I was, I came in to get some water, what is all this? I thought I threw those things away a couple of days ago.

- Who you calling "thing" you stupid bean? - Spiller yelled angrily.

- They are not things, mum, they are people - Chloe explained - tiny people.

- Stop with this nonsense - the woman seemed almost afraid, maybe it was true what Chloe said about adults being scared of what they don't understand - and you, take your dirty hands from my dress.

Spiller wasn't the type to just obey, he stared deep into the woman's eyes and cocked an eyebrow defiantly as he pulled the pin out.

- This is not yours, it belongs to my... Friend - he handed it to you and you immediately put it in your backpack.

- Look, I really don't want any trouble, but this is my home too, way before you moved in - you tried to be cordial.

- Your home? - She bent over to have better look at you - What do you mean?

- I live in a cranny behind the tv set, I have been living there my whole life.

- Mummy - Chloe looked down - they are really nice, don't make them leave. In a way, it's like we invaded their home.

- This is... This isn't real, this is a dream! - Her mum started walking in circles, on the verge of tears - I'm going insane, the grief counselor said I wasn't okay, I should've believed her.

- No, listen. This is Spiller and this is y/n, she lost her mum as well, just like you, that's why she wanted that pin.

- You... You lost your mum? - The woman stopped.

- A couple of days ago in an accident, this pin is all I have left of her. She raised me all on her own, she was the only person I had - you sighed, trying not to cry.

- I understand how you feel, that dress is the one I'm wearing to mum's funeral tomorrow. It's an emptiness that...

- That nothing in the world can cure - you continued - it feels like it's never gonna stop hurting.

- I'm sorry for...

- Tossing her away? Yeah, that wasn't very nice - Spiller sneered with his brassy tone.

- Can they stay, mum? - Chloe asked - Please, you won't even see them. The family before us never did and everyone was happy.

- Alright - the woman rolled her eyes with the ghost of a smile tugging at her lips - but get out of my room before I change my mind! If I see you sneaking around here, you're out! Especially you, young man! I don't like your attitude one bit...

- Thank you so much! - You exclaimed gratefully.

- I told you she would like you eventually - Chloe ran out with you and Spiller in  her hands.

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- So, it seems like everything ended up fine - Spiller sat down on the couch and tapped his thighs lightly.

- I guess it does - you sat on his lap, your hair tied up with the pin - thanks for helping me.

- It was nothing - he waved you off - for a cute bird like you, I'd do it a million times.

- You're an incurable flirt.

- You like my flirting - he taunted - by the way, you look very hot with your hair up...

You snuggled against his chest, too scared to ask the question burning in the back of your brain. You had gotten used to his stupid jokes, his teasing, his pet names, his kiss... You didn't wanna admit it, but you wanted him to stay.

- Where are you headed now that your mission here is over? - You finally mustered the courage to ask.

- Well, I was thinking of traveling for a bit, you know? Seeing some new places, making some new memories...

- Oh, that's... It sounds amazing, Spiller - you frowned, a sting of sadness in your heart - I hope you have fun.

- On a completely unrelated note: have you ever been on the back of a motorbike? 

- A few times, why? - You laughed.

- Just so I know you'll be comfortable on the road.

- What?

- You didn't think I was going without you, did ya? I told you, princess, you're not getting rid of me that easy... - Spiller flashed you that dazzling smile of his before kissing you passionately.

At that moment you remembered your mum's last words "don't you dare stop daring", you finally understood what she meant. You were supposed to keep going, seeking adventure, living new experiences. 

Looks like Spiller was right after all, about the way you met being a sign from above, maybe your mum sent him your way so you would still have a partner even after she's gone. 

Yeah, he's a prick, an egocentric miniature greaser with dumb hair and a silly neck tattoo, but at the end of the day, you wouldn't change a single detail about him.

- If I were to say yes - you wrapped your arms around his Spiller's neck - when would we go?

- When you say yes, we can start preparing things to go by the end of the week. 

- You're a cocky son a bitch...

- An absolute smug bastard - he nodded with a cheeky grin - that's why you like me so much.

- How do I make you shut up?

- I think you know... How about we finish that little thing we started earlier, huh? 

- Fine, but only because you did look sexy climbing that door.

Tag List: @elliethesuperfruitlover @crisis-of-joy @joz-stankovich @misskittysmagicportal​

[sicparvismorrigan]

Long Last - Chapter 8

Friends. Foes. Lost treasure. One Samuel Drake.

The librarian is in too deep to back out now, and higher stakes means further to fall.

Uncharted/Sam Drake/ Post-U4

Viewpoint: 3rd person female OC

Warnings: language

Word Count: ~13k (8 Chapters) [incomplete]

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Chapter 7 | Chapter 9

Once inside the hotel room, they hadn’t lasted long before devolving into an argument. Mostly about what they should do with Georgia, but it was clear there were a lot of other things brewing under the surface that were bound to come to a head sooner or later.

Everyone was worried about Sully, that much they could agree on. Chloe called to check how he was doing in the hospital, pacing back and forth in front of the window, the rest waiting for her to hang up before they got down to business. They were all tired, but everyone seemed to concur without saying as much that they were far too wired to attempt sleep straight away.

They’d already brought in the chairs from the other room they were renting, four seats crammed around the tiny table in the corner that was too low to the ground to be of any real use.

Not daring to take the last chair that very clearly had Chloe’s name on it, Georgia was sitting cross-legged on the bed. Two singles pushed together, she noted. What were the sleeping arrangements like? Where was she supposed to sleep? With Sam? With the other 2 women? With…Cutter? She liked him already, but not that much! Sam wouldn’t let that happen, not a chance…

“Come and sit.” Sam had noticed her glancing around. “There’s space over here.”

She shook her head, no way she was brave enough to sit down before Chloe did, she had no doubt she’d be told to move. “Where?”

Sam patted his thigh. “Right here.”

“You’re so full of it.”

“That he is, just ignore him.” Cutter agreed with her.

“I could have suggested someplace else she could sit, way more inappropriate, just be thankful for that.”

“Bloody hell.” Cutter rubbed his forehead and turned his attention to her. “Nice work back in Venice by the way, lass. I knew those 2 idiots wouldn’t crack it by themselves.”

It was good to hear praise instead of Chloe’s snide remarks, which had been making her feel like a massive inconvenience. Cutter looked like every pub landlord she’d ever laid eyes on back in London. He had a striking resemblance to a few of her uncle’s geezer friends. They looked tough but they were the most loyal men alive if they took a liking to you. Cutter was no different, sharp features that could look intimidating if you made him angry, but there was a warmness underneath when he was relaxed.

Like he was with Georgia now, as he continued talking to her. “Not to mention that accent is music to my ears.”

“Thank you. I like puzzles.” She couldn’t think of anything better to say, still a little shy around all the new people.

“She does the cryptic crosswords.” Sam added, smirking at her.

“You sound as Cockney as they come these days. You’ve got to be from Bow?”

“I am indeed. Where are you from? Whitechapel?” Georgia was getting braver at the mention of her home turf from Cutter.

“Spitalfields, me mam still lives there.”

Georgia bounced a little on the bed. “I went to high school in Spitalfields.”

“No, you did not! Best baker in all of London in Spitalfields. On a corner, orange and white awning-“

“Born and Bread!” Georgia finished his sentence, shrieking in delight. She loved that shop.

“Jesus! No, that wasn’t Nadine, behave yourself-“ Chloe wandered by, sticking a finger in her free ear, still on the phone. “No, Sully, it was Georgia. Yes, Georgia from Venice. Ugh, it’s a long story…”

“Oh my God!” Georgia and Cutter said at the same time, pointing at each other. Snap!

“Then there’s the butcher’s shop next door, I used to go in there and get a pie, then pop into the bakers and get a bread roll. Combine the two, pie on a roll. Magic.”

“Oh my God, I do that too.” Georgia said, putting a hand over her mouth. “Me and my mates all did, at dinner break. We always argued over whether it was a cob, or a roll, or a butty-“

“Are you getting any of this?” Sam said to Nadine, jerking a thumb in the direction of the two Londoners. They were both talking very fast and reverting back into slang that only they could understand, gesticulating wildly, happy to be speaking with someone who just knew.

Nadine shook her head, looking back and forth in bewilderment. “No idea. Are they even still speaking English? It sounds like gibberish.”

“Beats me.”

Chloe hung up and joined them at the table, taking the final seat, as Georgia expected. She really did feel like a 5th wheel.

“How’s the old man?” Sam asked.

“Surprisingly good, love. Feeling well enough to chat me up and complain that even the Russian nurses won’t let him smoke his cigars on the ward.”

“Thank God for that. Y’know Nathan would have throttled me if anything ever actually happened to him? Elena would probably do worse.”

“Not just to you! Maybe we’ll keep this one on the down-low?”

“Yeah I mean, kneecaps, right?! Who needs ‘em?”

“I won’t mention it if you won’t. No reason to worry Nate.” Sam and Chloe nodded at each other in solidarity. “Now, what do we do with Miss Chapman? Is she sticking around, or…?”

Georgia stopped talking to Cutter, listening intently. She didn’t realise her fate wasn’t up to her, she would have liked the choice of how much more of the adventure she would be taking part in. After the situation on the plane earlier, she just really wanted to go home and see her parents. Yes, she was afraid, and she wanted her mum. She didn’t have her phone anymore, what if they had been trying to call her? How would she let them know she was okay?

Not only that, she was already conflicted about staying any longer with certain members of the group. There was Sam, who obviously wanted her there. She desperately wished she could trust him again but his true intentions were something she couldn’t make up her mind on, and Chloe had taken an apparent dislike to her already. At least Nadine and Cutter seemed to be neutral.

“You can’t send her back home, they’ll just kidnap her again, she’s a bargaining chip.” Nadine complained. “They probably have eyes on her house, since that was your base of operations. It won’t be safe until this is done, one way or the other.”

“You’re right about that, and we don’t exactly have time to be staging any more rescue missions...” Chloe raised an eyebrow. “Looks like Peach is along for the ride.”

“I...uh-...” They all turned to stare at Georgia as she spoke up. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea. I need to see my parents-”

“You don’t have a choice. Going home puts your family in more danger than you realise.” Chloe answered, her eyes hardening. “The choice was made for you the second you decided to help those two with their little mission in the library. I told them not to involve anyone, they should just do it the quick way, but-“ She brought a hand to her forehead and sighed. “Not important right now.”

“We needed help, Chloe! We’d never have gotten as far as we have without her!” Sam defended Georgia, the only one who didn’t seem to give a stuff about Chloe’s temper.

“And what about Sully, Sam?” She challenged him. “You should really have got back here a lot sooner.”

Fuck. Did Sam tell me the truth that all the flights were full until the next morning?

“Hey, now. That’s not fair.” He sat back in his chair, looking very guilty. “You know that one’s not entirely on me.”

Cutter couldn’t take it anymore. “Lads, I’d appreciate you not having a domestic right now. Mistakes were made, but we’re a lot better off than we were last week. Sullivan’s sadly out of action, but we’ve got someone in his place who clearly knows her stuff. Just, give her the benefit of the doubt, maybe?”

“Right.” Chloe sighed, accepting Cutter had a point. She couldn’t argue that 5 heads were better than 4. “If we fight amongst ourselves, Volkova wins, or some other deep shit like that.”

Nadine snorted. “So good with the words. Can we get to the point now? I think we should let the goods do the talking. Georgia helped find it after all?��

“Alright, I can tell you’re dying to see the look on her face.” Chloe yielded, waving her hand.

“What goods?” Georgia asked. “Is this the egg thing?”

“Yeah, while you two were getting busy in Venice, we were also very busy here. Looky what we found in the tower on the Kremlin wall after your tip-off. Nadine, show her the egg.”

“Ja, way ahead of you.” Nadine bent and picked up a woollen bag from between her feet.

Then followed the moment where the scale of what they were dealing with really sank in for Georgia. One of those moments that sticks with you for years, clear as day. Up until then she had assumed that when Chloe said egg, she meant a simple wooden or metal puzzle-box containing the next clue.

But in that cramped room in a sub-par hotel, when Nadine carefully took the egg out of its bag and placed it on the table, Georgia had to put her hands down on the mattress to steady herself in her disbelief.

“Shit! Is that what I think it is?”

***

A/N: just to clarify, I love Chloe to bits but I just know she isn’t so keen on this blonde bimbo coming in to distract Sam, I mean who does she think she is?!

Thank you for reading!

Notes regarding copyright etc yadda yadda yadda are at the end of Chapter 1, I’m not going to put them at the end of every chapter.

[a-marlene-s]

Mlb x Addams family au where Wednesday met Tom at college, fell in love with him bc of reasons and had Marinette who is pale like her grandmother as well likes knives and bombs and she's friends with Chloé

(No tags this time. On phone.)

Tom made skull shaped cookies, bread and so on, on a whim one day. Wednesday saw them and liked the fact they tasted dead. She knew she had to Tom for himself.

Tom, slightly terrified but intrigued nevertheless, enjoyed Wednesday's presence. He was given the option to leave Paris to live in the Addams main household. He declined, stating that he wanted to live near his ever estranged father. Wednesday, being supportive in her own way, used her family finds to help Tom open up a bakery.

Tom mainly is the one that bakes the bread while Wednesday works the front. But seeing as most people were... terrified of her, it was agreed to hire someone to man the front. They would hire college students that are in need of a job and quick access to food. (Wednesday and Tom turn a blind eye when their employee would give free bread to the little old lady that is short on cash or to the homeless man that was down on his luck.)

When Wednesday and Tom found out she was pregnant, she simply told him that she's going to have a baby. Shortly after, that same hour, Marinette Addams-Dupain was born.

The entire Addams family flew, drove or swam to Paris to visit the new Addams. It was agreed...SHE'S AN ADDAMS!!!!!

Marinette grew to love drinking poison and loved it when her father would make arsenic cookies for her. Her grandpapa and grandmama will always send her knives, swords and everything rather sharp or pointy.

Marinette still has a love for fashion, just more black, black and just a hint of white that could be a veeery light pink.

Marinette became quick friends with Chloe after she terrified the girl after drinking an entire bottle of bleach in front of her. Chloe knew of Addams-Dupain could easily drink anything that could kill the average person, she knew she can't afford being on their wrong side. The two actually grew to be good friends. Along with Nino and Kim.

(Nino helps the girls by being their alibi and Kim as Marinette's test subject.)

When Lila came around... lets just say that Lila became rather... terrified when Marinette simply pulled out a vial of poison from her person and drank it down with skull shaped cookies.

"Oh, the prince? Yeah. I know him. Chloe, Nino, Kim amd I visited the royal palace when he was doing a charity auction."

"Didn't your folks buy back the things you put up for auction? Including a good majority of everything else?"

"The money is for a good cause and my mother loves being number one."

[chloegami]

Miraculous Ladybug is a Class Critique of Capitalism and the Structures Supported by the Bourgeoisie.

We follow our working-class protagonist, Marinette, the daughter of two proletariat bakers (this of course symbolises the Bread and Roses slogan and a tongue-in-cheek reference to the famous bourgeoisie quotation by Marie Antoinette: “let them eat bread”) She is a self-professed ‘normal girl, with a normal life’, however we see that she of course has the powers all workers have and that is the right to their own labour, represented by her power to turn into a crime-fighting Ladybug superhero.

She is the antithesis to Chloe BOURGEOIS, whose father is the corrupt and frankly pathetic Mayor of Paris and whose wealth is stolen from such proletariat figures as Marlena Cesaire, the mother of Marinette's working-class friend Alya. Chloe, when given 'special powers' by the proletariat, chooses the imperialist Queen Bee for her moniker, imposing monarchial and supremacist ideals onto her 'worker bees'. She is ultimately found to be irredeemable, as we must, of course, eat the rich.

Adrien Agreste is born into wealth, winning a genetic lottery that so many lose. He is abused by his father, a materialist member of the bourgeoisie. Gabriel Agreste manipulates the working class (called 'akumatisation' in the text) and exploits their deteriorating mental health. Adrien falls in love with our proletariat hero and is radicalised. Together, they organise and unite under the banners of Ladybug and Chat Noir

Ladybug, Marinette's alter ego, is a figure cloaked in RED (though, the red-and-black may of course symbolise the fact that Marinette is ancom (anarcho-communist)). This AnCom interpretation is again inforced by the main colours of Ladybug and Chat Noir (Red and Black, respectively). Her yoyo and Chat Noir's staff are a modern interpretation of the hammer and sickle. Ladybug's creation powers represent the Marxist theory of labour, and Chat Noir's destruction powers represent the destruction of the Bourgeoisie.

In conclusion, watching Miraculous Ladybug is praxis and it should be considered theory on the level of the Communist Manifesto and Das Kapital.