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incorrectkencyrath · 5 years ago
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Sart Nine-Toes: I'll protect you, fair maiden!
Cleppetty: Sorry, neither.
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words-writ-in-starlight · 7 years ago
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Cleppety. Speak to me thine thoughts on my precious bab Cleppety.
The story of the Widow Cleppetiana, beating heart of the Res aB’tyrr, goes like this.
There was an old woman whose husband died.  Cleppety wasn’t especially old when her husband died, but she felt it, felt like her bones creaked like ironwood when she stood up and dusted off her apron and said to her empty house, “Well, then.”  
The house she sold.  The apron she did not.
After four days, the idea of selling her home and reinventing herself seemed like a fine one.  Her husband was dead, and she was, for all intents and purposes, starting her life over again.  The girl who had married young and gone on with bullheaded determination, no matter what came to pass, dropped her childhood nickname and concluded that the Widow Cleppetiana would suit her better.  She would find work, not another husband, and figure the rest out as it came.
After four weeks, the idea seemed likely to get her dead of starvation.  Honest work wasn’t as easy to find as she’d expected–honest work that paid well enough to live, less so.  The Widow Cleppetiana worked three jobs and shared a tiny cupboard of an apartment with a young woman she never saw and skipped meals to make ends meet.
After four months, the idea was pretty well into being the reality, and she got into a shouting match at the market with a stranger.  In fairness, she did all the shouting–the rotund man simply watched her with a bemused expression on his friendly face, and yielded up the contested leg of mutton with good grace.
“Do you happen to be a cook, Mistress?” he asked as she started to stomp away.
“Yes, and I’m no ‘mistress’,” she said, giving him a narrow look.
“Do you want a job?”
“I’ve already got a job.  Three of them, actually.  Impossible to get honest work in this city, you know.”
“Do you want a job that pays you enough to only work one job?”
“I’m not looking for a pimp.”  The Widow Cleppetiana had nothing in particular against the red ribbon district or the women who worked there, but she was also perfectly aware that she herself did not meet the standard.
The friendly-faced man looked shocked.  “No, I need a cook for my inn.  The last one just quit.”
“Why’d he quit?”
There was a telling silence.  “Left the city,” the man finally sighed.  “Got an infestation of bogles in our great hall and he up and left on the spot.  We’re a bit prone.”
“What do you pay?”
He named a sum.  “Plus room and board, if you’d like it.  I’m afraid I can’t hire anyone to work with you, though.”
The Widow Cleppetiana considered it.  She must have looked more thoughtful than she meant to, because he smiled at her, a wide and rather silly smile like a small child, and said, “I’ll tell you what.  If you’re interested, you come by the Res aB’tyrr tomorrow and we’ll discuss it.”
The Widow Cleppetiana got a new job the next morning.  She never did suss out just what it was about listening to her tirade about how he clearly and obviously did not know how to cook mutton if that basket of ingredients was what he was working with convinced Tubain that she was an ideal candidate for the post.
Four years after her husband’s death, the Widow Cleppetiana is Cleppetty, and everyone knows her as such, and she’s discovered that it’s not so much that the Res aB’tyrr is particularly prone to bogles, but rather that they’re just prone to picking up strays, and sometimes strays are trouble.
It’s been a long time since her husband died when the most troublesome stray of them all goes down on a heap in the doorstep on the Feast of Dead Gods. But Cleppetty still remembers what it feels like to be rootless, if not necessarily so much as this strange creature seems to be, so she turns to Tubain over the unconscious Kencyr and the fretting physician and says, “Tuby.  We will have to keep her.”
Imagine Cleppetty’s shock when, some time later, her wayward adoptee proves to be nothing less than royalty.
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aeondeug · 6 years ago
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I have realized something. Something dreadful. Or wonderful. Both?
cleppetty is
A Tsundere
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words-writ-in-starlight · 5 years ago
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Hello! I'm just wondering, even though you don't post about it a lot, what you think about Miraculous Ladybug and why you like it!
Ah!  I don’t post about ML that much because currently the fandom isn’t Doing It for me--maybe I’m just following the wrong bunch of folks at the moment, but I just generally do not have a high tolerance for discourse and there’s a fair bit of it on my dash right now about ML.
HOWEVER
I find it genuinely very charming!  I like the conceit of the love square, I think the akuma concept is a good one, and honestly I’ll watch almost anything if I like the characters enough.  Marinette and Adrien are really delightful and I’d probably watch them be earnest all day given the opportunity to do so.  I would enjoy Chat Noir getting a real chance to save the day, as he spends a lot of time being the damsel in distress and I think they could do an interesting plot with Marinette’s ongoing and increasing martyr complex by forcing her to depend on Adrien to save her.  Also I yelled A Lot during the Chat Blanc episode, which I then obviously rewatched several times for More Yelling.
Also! ML is a great AU setting.  There’s a fantastic AU ft Ladybug!LWJ and Chat Noir!WWX, @cthulhu-with-a-fez and I have extensively plotted a ML AU of Source and Shield, and it DID just occur to me that the Kencyrath would map almost perfectly onto ML with no alterations whatsoever (Kindrie can step up and take the Turtle when Ardeth finally surrenders it!  Tyrandis is the Black Cat kwami!  Maybe Rose Ironthorn or Trishien is the Ladybug kwami!  Lots of options here!).  Any time you are working with a main pairing with pining, slap those babies into some spandex and give them superpowers and write a Miraculous AU!  Get on my level.
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words-writ-in-starlight · 6 years ago
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"So there's two of them. And you're all still alive?"
That is the ONLY right answer to a Tastigon learning that Tori exists, all others need not apply. Cleppetty you're too smart for these people.
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aeondeug · 6 years ago
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Speaking of chaos playlist...Haunted House from the My Neighbor Totoro soundtrack is like...one of my ‘Yes this is the theme of the Res aB’tyrr,’ pieces. Specifically of Jame wandering around the inn and exploring its nooks and crannies and getting in trouble with Cleppetty.
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aeondeug · 6 years ago
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wait. are we going to get to see the aftermath of tori’s nappy nap after he dealt with his daddy issues. before jame goes off to tai-tastigon.
TORI
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aeondeug · 6 years ago
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‘Cleppetty is a tsundere’ can sit right next to my similar judgement of ‘Aerulan is a Manic Pixie Dream Knorth’.
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aeondeug · 6 years ago
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if cleppetty isn’t fine i will fucking cry. just right then and there. this will be the tragedy that breaks me.
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aeondeug · 6 years ago
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away from gaelpol jame’s whole deal with her outsider status to the main host of the kencyrath in the riverland and her turmoil over wanting to be part of it but also wanting to be her and not putting up with people’s shit while she discovers her heritage is like. a thing. that i want to at least talk about at some point as like someone who is pocha and who has only later in life begun learning shit about my heritage and with a great deal of difficulty.
like the whole bit where she’s like ‘well i mean they were kind of incredibly shitty to me so is it like. even worth it joining the kencyrath as a whole? cleppetty isn’t screaming slurs at me and threatening to murder me for so much as existing so i mean,’ is A Very Relatable Feeling and if it’s not one you yourself know i am really, really happy for you. because it fucking sucks. and it is kind of in a continuous state of ever evolving suck. and spite. lots of spite.
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