#misc: character study

[lockwood-fic-recs]

circumscribe, eight-two-five

by noirshitsuji on ao3

Rating: T | Category: F/M, Gen | Relationship: Quill/Jessica

The Other Side will never leave him.

There will still be days – months, years after it’s all over – when he’ll wake up well-rested after a long, long night, and London will be so foggy he’ll be convinced, for half a second, that he’s finally dead for good. Any minute now, he'll have Jaina and Maya and Ned and Jess knocking on his bedroom door, ready to drag him out for coffee, a catch-up, and an earful.

And then Kipps will stretch out a bit, feel the early-onset back pain again, and cuss out as loud as he likes before getting up and getting on.

Or: Quill Kipps has a life that only makes sense when told in fragments.

[haridraws]

delicious ordinary food. completely normal. no catch

[cyberllfe]

connor vs sixty

[neversetyoufree]

Christ okay, so for AGES now, ever since I first got into trying to track all the references in VnC, Mikhail's name has been haunting me.

Just about every major VnC character name is a reference to something from literature and/or history, and most of those references are pretty obvious. It's not just some of them; it's pretty much a universal thing for any character of note.

However, for a while now, Misha has seemed frustratingly like an exception. There is a serious dearth of characters named Misha or Mikhail in the historical eras and literary canons that Mochijun tends to pull from. I've been failing to find anything for a while, and I haven't seen any other fans picking out things he could be in reference to either. He's just this apparent weird exception, despite the fact that he's an important and extremely thematically relevant character.

But today I finally realized something. The spelling is different, but there is one decently famous literary character named Misha that works as a decent parallel to VnC's Mikhail—Mischa Lecter from the Hannibal series.

For those unfamiliar, in the book version of Hannibal, Mischa Lecter's entire narrative purpose is to be the younger sibling whose horrific death motivates Hannibal Lecter's violent revenge quest. The rest of the Lecter family is killed before the children, leaving Hannibal and Mischa alone in the world together with nobody else to rely on. Then Mischa is killed and cannibalized, and thus begins her brother's career as a killer cannibal.

It's not exactly a one to one parallel, but "desperate young siblings are trapped together in a horrible situation, and then the younger sibling Mischa dies, leaving the older brother alone and vengeful" does sound rather familiar, doesn't it? As remember, according to Vanitas, our Mikhail is supposed to be dead.

It's a weird and obscure enough comparison that I'm not about to declare I've solved the mystery for certain, but personally I've yet to find a better explanation for our Misha's name. After all, the French version of Michael is usually Michel, so Mochijun choosing specifically the Russian version of the name, then having Mikhail insist on going by "Misha" is a rather conspicuous choice. There has to be a reason for what's going on there.

[mlb-a-rewrite]

Fixing Lila Rossi

Oh boy, do I hate Lila. Not only is she a bad character, but she's a badly written character too which is a far worse crime imo.

At first, I was tempted to just write her out entirely but then I thought, "What the hell, might as well see if I could make her work" and I'm glad I did.

In the show, Lila is a conniving manipulator. She is constantly scheming, but why? Her reasons for what she does are never made very clear, but that's not her biggest crime.

Lila joins the class randomly and immediately begins lying and deceiving. When Marinette discovers this, Lila begins attacking her and when Marinette speaks up about this, everyone sides with Lila, including Marinette's best friend. For so many episodes, for so many seasons, Lila is a cruel manipulator, and that entire time Marinette and Adrien, two of the most well-liked people in the entire class, are ignored when they speak up against Lila.

I think this is all incredibly dumb and it makes me very angry to think about it so I reworked her character entirely.

The first thing I figured out was Lila's motivations. Why is she the way she is? What are her goals? How far is she willing to go to get what she wants?

The easy conclusion I came to was that Lila wants the luxurious glory of wealth. She comes from a poor family where she's been neglected and pushed to the side her whole life. She wants the power that comes from money. She wants people to look at her and envy her like she has done to others her whole life.

But the more I thought about Lila the more I realized her motivations are more than that.

Her whole life has been lived in uncertainty. She never knew if she would be getting dinner that day or if she'd be able to stay in her home. She never knew if her parents were in a caring mood or a cruel one. She never had any control over her life, and she is tired of it.

Lila wants money because it gives her control, but she also wants to control people. She befriends people to get what she wants or to gather information to force them to do what she wants. She never lets anyone have a leg up on her, because that is surrendering control.

Even if the person she is interacting with doesn't play a role in her master plan, she doesn't want to risk the chance that they might. Vulnerability and authenticity give people access to Lila, to the things that anger her and make her sad, and so she never lets anyone in.

Yes, Lila is driven by a desire to accumulate wealth and fame, but those are just pieces of the larger puzzle. Ultimately, Lila has lived a life where she is powerless and she decided years ago that she would rather be dead than continue to live at the whim of others.

[comet-wire]

Last night I cried, and I mean UGLY cried at a foul hour because I love Albert Wesker and I hate it. (/Lh)

Like first off, the man's name is Albert??? Need I say more? But then, his name is kinda gothic when you say his full name. I don't know if that's just me. But just simply referring to him as Albert is goofy as fuck considering he's supposed to be a villain in RE. Not only that, he's got paper thin lips. How's he gonna get a kiss kiss??☝️🤨/ref

But it wasn't only that, mind you, it's also because this absolute FUCK, this evil David Bowie and Johnny bravo looking mother fucker, has consumed my life and every waking thought that sometimes it genuinely hurts and that's what I hate about being autistic. It's just how much I want to consume of something once it becomes a special interest and/or hyperfixation. On top of that, Wesker is a special case for me because I found out I technically trauma bonded to him as a comfort character. For the past year and a half now, I got back into RE because of the RE4R and began hyperfixating on said game then it spiraled into hyperfixating about the Wesker's storyline, with project W and so on. I already have a tendency to go back to RE periodically every like two or so years but this has low-key been probably the longest I've consistently fixated on RE without a single break in-between. My dad and I bonded over resident evil, he's one of the people who got me into RE, albeit he watched the movies and I got into the game's. Which means RE means a whole lot to me and since he passed my fixation on it only heightened as a source of comfort. I also found out when you have a comfort character during a horrible period in your life, you very well can trauma bond with said character. So that means out of all characters, I have trauma bonded to Albert Wesker and I am two seconds away from tweaking. 🤩

On top of that, every time @rainbowroadonsteroids sends me something remotely Wesker related I start punching my wall and they bully me for it smh./Lh+nm

Shout out to my favorite human nightlight, Albert Wesker. ☝️🗿

[kaesficrecarchive]

[percy x annabeth]

home is where i want to be (but i guess i'm already there) by percivaljackson (3/3 | 57,751 | M)

“Annabeth panic-lied to her step-mom about being in a quote ‘stable and emotionally available’ relationship, and now she has to bring her imaginary lover home for New Year’s,” Piper explains, bringing her hands up behind her head and looking thoroughly amused. Jason nods, like this is a totally average occurrence. “You should bring Percy.” “That’s what I said,” Leo interjects. Annabeth buries her face in her hands. (welcome to the no powers au / fake dating au / annabeth chase character study tug of war. who knows which one it is. not me!)

(author)

[nemmet]

Bigger Than This

Fandom: Abigail (2024)

Word Count: 2.6K

Rating: T (Alcoholism, Brief Violence, References to Bullying)

Summary: A prequel fic/character study of Terrence "Peter" Lacroix, exploring the crime that placed him on Abigail's radar and the months leading up to the events of the film.

Author's Notes: I love Peter's character a whole lot and knew I just had to explore what we learn about his backstory a little further!! I'm grateful to this film and this tragic silly guy for inspiring me to write something again. I hope you enjoy it!

Also available to read on on AO3!

—

January, 2024

It’s just my job.

It’s just my job, he thinks to himself, as he hears the familiar crack of bone. 

It’s just my job, the thought repeats, as he lets go of the last man’s head and watches him crumple to the floor like a rag doll. 

It’s just my job, is all he hears, as the silence of the dingy warehouse finally sinks in. The blood on his hands is starting to dry up, and he wipes flakes of it off onto his pants with a practised motion.

The phrase repeats itself again and again, ringing around his skull until it turns from comfort swiftly to a new form of torment. This one’s no different, a new thought hisses. You’re still weak, after all this time.

Terrence stumbles out of the scene in a daze, almost as though stepping away from his brutal night’s work would make it all vanish. Leaning heavily against the doorframe, he looks out across the city lights and instinctively zeroes in on the unassuming headquarters of the family he’d signed his life away to. Whether it was fifteen or even twenty years ago, he doesn’t recall – it’s impossible to retain memories of this job, even if he wants to. Already, he feels his muscles stiffen in protest as he entertains the thought of glancing back at the bodies littering the floor behind him.

He had learned a long time ago that there was no sense in regretting, nor even thinking about his work for any longer than necessary. We didn’t hire you to think, he’s often reminded. It’s just as well, really – apparently it’s not his strong point. 

Terrence clicks his tongue and shakes his head. Willfully wiping his brain is basically child’s play, but the physical aftermath is a harder beast to tame. His mouth is dry, his head is pounding, and senseless though it sounds, he swears he’d kill ten more people for a drink. All he had to do was go through the motions and report back to the boss, and then he could get his fix.

As he proceeds down the hill, he mentally rehearses what to say when entering the office: something classic like they’ve been taken care of would suffice, he reckons. He can already see his boss’ curt nod of acknowledgement, and the less-than-genuine smiles of his fellow enforcers. The thought of them ties his stomach into knots, as it ever did – but tonight, the feeling is subdued by the twitching smile that spreads across his face when he reaches a hand into his pocket.

They still don’t know what you did.

—

December, 2023

“Christ, that moron’s still alive?”

“Come on, now. Say it in fewer words, so Lacroix will understand.”

“You get dropped on your head as a baby or something?”

“Good thing he’s the boss’ little killing machine – he’s no good for anything else.”

Terrence hadn’t realised he was biting his tongue until the taste of blood filled his mouth, prompting a hot rush of tears to cloud his vision. Hastily wiping an arm across his face, he knew he had courted the plan for far too long to back out now. This part of the city was dead quiet at night, but his mind was a cacophony of noise as it stayed stuck on the sneering faces of his crew, who belittled him every day as though it were easy as breathing. They deserve this. I deserve this.

Sitting on the cold stone edge of a fountain and trying in vain to halt his jittering leg, he grasped his cross pendant with both hands and whispered a call for forgiveness, before finally succumbing to the adrenaline of cold, blind revenge.

He’d broken back into the building and stolen from his crew that night, a plain and simple crime. Looking back, he’s still surprised he got away with it – one would think that someone of his stature and presence could never achieve the stealth necessary. But by some twisted miracle he’d pulled it off, and from the moment he dropped the first wad of notes into his rucksack, he told himself that they had it coming. He hadn’t given everything to get this big only to continue feeling this small. No, father’s words had made sure of that, and this time he wasn’t going to take it lying down. He wasn’t going to be weak, weepy little Terry anymore, and if that meant embracing the petty villainy that came with this line of work he lamented, then so be it.

All he could do now was sit with what he’d done, and hope to God that the money would last long enough to justify it.

—

January, 2024

Terrence opens the door of his usual bar with just a little too much force, the resulting sound alerting its patrons to his presence like a pack of frightened woodland animals.

“Sorry everyone,” he says sheepishly, raising a hand and laughing it off. 

The low hum of chatter trickles back into the scene, and immediately he submerges himself in it. It’s comfortably busy for a Thursday night, and he plays a little game of how many locals he can spot as he makes his way up to the bar.

“Hi, Terry.” 

A petite woman in her mid-thirties greets him. Her tone is warm despite her lack of eye contact, laser-focused on filling the second of three beer glasses for a group of rowdy men to his right.

“Good evening, Noémie. I’ll start with the usual.” 

She looks up through her lashes and smiles, fondly rolling her eyes as she watches him rub his hands together in anticipation. Terrence smiles from ear to ear in turn, the toll of his day’s work already beginning to melt away as he shifts himself onto a barstool. 

Though it doesn’t seem so to an outsider, Terrence is hardly friends with his bartender – all Noémie ever hears from him are a handful of impersonal anecdotes, and he receives about the same from her. She was welcoming and good-humoured, but not more so to him than any of the other regulars. He’s just another part of her working routine, and that’s ok. 

As often as he tells himself this, there are moments that pique his nagging interest to get to know her properly: he’s always been curious about the floral tattoos trailing up her arms. But even he knows better, lest an innocent conversation lead her to discovering the horrors that drive him here night after night. For as long as he held a job that threatened to bleed into any good thing he touched, arm’s length was always for the better.

He’s snapped out of his spiral as Noémie pours a generous glassful of whiskey in one swift move, pushing it towards him without spilling a single drop. If he hadn’t been so stupid as to take the path in life he did, Terrence reckons he’d have enjoyed the life of a bartender.

Reaching into his pocket, his fingers clumsily curl around a stolen note. He winces on instinct when he brings it out into the open, as though the people surrounding him would be able to tell it wasn’t his. As he slides it across the polished wood and watches Noémie accept it with a flick of the wrist, the night continues on as normal. 

Something churns inside of Terrence. It wasn’t as though he hadn’t committed much, much worse crimes as recently as an hour ago. Why did he feel so guilty? His branch had been up in arms about the stolen earnings, and he had taken silent, gleeful advantage of the fact that he was the last person they would suspect. 

They deserve it. 

His mantra rushes in to save the moment. 

I deserve this. 

Terrence chuckles uneasily to no one but himself, before catching his reflection in the glass he found himself staring down into. Right there and ready for the taking was an instant remedy for guilt of all kinds. Tilting his head up, he downs the drink at a speed that would concern the staff if his habits weren’t another part of the scenery by now. It burns all the way down his throat and into his stomach, as though someone had lit a fire pit there. Smoky-sweet and perfectly aged, he reels in the sensation it brings, exhaling with a groan. There were few comforts greater than knowing it was only the first sip of many.

The night that follows is as short as ever, made shorter still by the thick haze that descends upon his senses, turning hours to minutes. His surroundings are of no consequence, his skin is warm to the touch, and his mind is comfortably numb. Tonight, however, it’s not long before Terrence feels a sharp sensation prodding against his forearm. He shoots up with a gasp, blinking a pair of bleary eyes at the blur of amber light before him. He sniffles, unfolds his arms from atop the bar, and hears his back click as he straightens it out. 

“Hey, brother. Don’t go passing out on me, ok?” 

Noémie’s voice is a tinny echo between his ears, and it takes him a moment to process. He watches her clear a stack of glasses from beside him, tall enough to reach her chin, and he realises with a dull sense of shame that each and every one was his. No wonder he dozed off, with no recollection of it to boot. 

“Mm… m’sorry,” he croaks out, tone flat and words laboured. 

“S‘alright.” She gestures vaguely. “Do what you’ve gotta do.”

Terrence just nods, gripping onto the side of the bar as he steps off of the stool and turns around to face the empty space behind him. He lets out a sigh that seems to take his whole body strength before stumbling his way towards the door, head swimming.

“Goodnight, Terry.” 

He turns around to see Noémie, now a few paces behind him.

“Th-Thank you. G’night,” is all he manages in return. 

He grips the door handle after one or two unsuccessful attempts, stepping out into the bitter cold. He watches the sign on the door get flipped to Closed before turning in what he hopes is the direction back to his apartment. 

—

March, 2024

The money had already run out. His guilt, too, was a distant memory. Now, the only thing he regrets is having stolen such a modest amount. 

He had given a portion of it to his mom, under the pretence that he had gotten a long-overdue bonus at the bodyguarding job she thought he worked. He shouldn’t have spent as much of the rest of it as he did on booze, though it was easy to say that in hindsight. He should’ve known the excess money would only fuel the vicious cycle he was trapped in.

Today, he carries out no particular orders; simply keeping his eyes peeled as he traverses an allocated area of the Broussard family territory, and preparing himself to respond to any threats in an appropriately violent manner. This was until a colleague reached up to tap him on the shoulder faster than he could process the footsteps that preceded him. 

“Lacroix. The boss wants to see you.”

The young man forgoes any further niceties and walks away. Terrence immediately feels his heart sink into his shoes, and he grasps for his pendant beneath his shirt. They couldn’t know he did it – no one had regarded him with any more than the usual air of suspicion since that day. Perhaps this was it. Perhaps they were ready for him. Perhaps there’d be someone waiting behind the door with a loaded gun when he entered.

Never having been one to refuse orders, Terrence begins to drag one foot in front of the other, steadily making his way towards the office in a daze of resignation. 

“Lacroix.”

The air in the room of the Broussard patriarch is thick, but not oppressive. As Terrence turns to close the door behind him, he thinks it’s almost too good to be true that he’s not at the business end of a pistol. 

“Yes, sir?” 

Terrence meets the boss’ gaze, steel-eyed and sweat-inducing. The boss leans back in his seat, folding his arms as he continues.

“I’ve put your name forward for a job. Overseas. They’re looking for someone of your…” 

He eyes him up and down. 

“… skillset.”

Terrence’s mouth falls open. Even whilst trying to keep a low profile in the wake of his crime, he had somehow been recommended. For his first overseas job, no less. His anxiety instantly washes away, leaving room for only one concern:

“What are they offering? How much?”

“All of the information is enclosed within.” The boss pushes a blank envelope across his desk. “I trust that even you would have the sense not to turn this down.”

Terrence gingerly approaches, swiping up the envelope and holding it between his fingers. He tries to form the words for further questions, but not before the boss’ words cut the silence.

“We have nothing more to discuss.” 

Wasting no time, Terrence exits the office with a swift word of thanks, and a sort-of bow he instantly realises is a bit too much. After a few steps down the corridor and a series of glances to ensure his privacy, he leans against the ornate wall and pries the envelope open with a clumsy, hasty thumb. 

The text before him is skimmed: Kidnapping job. Anonymous, elite team. Billionaire’s daughter. Fifty million dollar ransom. It’s all he needs to know, for now at least. He chuckles slightly, then some more, before he finds himself unable to control his laughter, a husky sound that fills the space and blankets him in a sense of hope for his security he’s sure he’s never felt. With the cut of money he’d receive from this job, he could entertain the thought of early retirement for the first time in his life.

Once the rush subsides, he wipes his eyes and studies the information again, as if confirming its tangible existence. The word “daughter” now seems louder than before, and it finds his face slowly beginning to fall. It could mean anything, he realises, from someone his age to an infant. He imagines himself kidnapping– harming a child, and a sinkhole forms in his stomach. He was well-versed in finding ways to excuse the injuries and murders he carried out, but a child was a step too far – that much he had sworn from the start. 

Terrence finds himself walking aimlessly towards the nearest exit, letting a thousand visions of the once unimaginable concept flood his mind. He knew how to be gentle. He was gentle: too much so for his father’s liking, at the very least. That had to count for something. The letter says nothing of killing the girl, after all. Though that horrific feeling in his chest returns once he realises that should his team fail, it would certainly fall to him to end her life. He could do that gently too, a part of him assures, and he perks up slightly. He could make this girl’s life and potential death as quick and painless as possible. That would be his role, and the intent would be enough to keep the guilt and dread from swallowing him whole. Well, that and the money.

He finally emerges from the building and raises his head to the sky, unusually grey and gauzy for a spring afternoon. A raindrop weakly falls upon his nose, making him flinch. He knew there was nothing else to do but go home and pack his bags, and once he did, there would be no looking back.

It’s just my job.

It’s just my job.

It’s just my job.

Before he commits, Terrence figures one last visit to the bar can’t hurt.

[rollforarcana]

Had a whole OC storyline with Phoenix being used as a weapon by a theatrical lich who planned to replace the sun deity.

[smittyw]

(dailies 12/14/23)

realized i havent drawn my girl molly recently <3 <3

[lapseinrecs]

The Way Faith Dies

By Silvermags @silvermags

On Archive Of Our Own

Status: Complete; Oneshot; 698 words

Summary: You don't lose faith. It dies for lack of care.

My thoughts: I like this interpretation of Susan’s character more than I do a lot of them. I feel like this holds more true to the real problem that underlies Susan’s exclusion from Narnia than others. It’s not about lipsticks and nylon; it’s about letting life twist your values.

[lockwood-fic-recs]

Favorite bookverse fics?

ooh, this is a good one 👀 we can definitely supply you with some of those!

The Chelsea Ladies College Wraith by Megkips | G | Oneshot | Gen | No Warnings | Post-Book 01

Following the events at Combe Carey Hall, Lockwood and Company accept a new case.

2. ibis crossing the nile by flashsideways | G | Oneshot | F/M | Chose Not To Use Warnings | Post-Book 05

The thing about the Other Side is that it doesn’t leave you. Not really.

3. motion fatigue by Zannolin | G | Oneshot | F/M | No Warnings | Post-Book 04

Recovering from walking in the land of the dead isn't easy, but lockwood and lucy are giving it their best shot.

4. 'cause waking up without you (is like drinking from an empty cup) by shelly (relightthatspark) | G | Oneshot | Gen | No Warnings | Post-Book 03

The morning after Lucy leaves is not a good one for George and Lockwood.

5. fell down right there (but I knew you wouldn't catch me) by xluminaheart | G | Oneshot | Gen | No Warnings | Post-Book 03

Kipps and Lockwood cross paths on a lonely night during the Black Winter. They're both a little rough.

[divineslcyer]

𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 ! ! (   season  edition  !   )  

*  repost  ,  don’t  reblog.  bold;  always  applies.  italicise; sometimes  applies.

𝑺𝑼𝑴𝑴𝑬𝑹. —  cold  drinks  after  a  long  day  ,  hiking  in  the  woods  just  outside  the  city  ,  swimming  in  a  lake  ,  spontaneous  picnics  ,  the  warmth  of  the  sun  making  you  drowsy  ,  the  buzz  of  insects  flying  by  ,  blooming  wildflowers  ,  the  scent  of  bark  and  leaves  ,  snapping  twigs  in  half  ,  a  blade  of  grass  between  your  teeth,  light  sunburn  on  the  tip  of  your  nose  ,  barking  dogs  ,  rosy  cheeks  ,  childrenlaughinginthedistance  ,  sunflowers  reaching  for  the  sun  ,  fresh  ice  tea  ,  resting  your  head  on  someone’s   lap ,  warm  yellow  ,  the  sound  of  waves  crashing  .

𝑨𝑼𝑻𝑼𝑴𝑵.  — coolbreezesthatfeeljustright,  piles  of  leaves  , rust  red  ,  oversized  sweaters  ,  knitted  blankets  ,  pumpkin  spice ,  the  scent  of  freshly  baked  goods  , openwindowslettingthefreshairin ,  cold  cheeks  and  hands  ,  rain  boots  ,  carving  pumpkins  ,  soft  scarves ,  acomfortingembracefromanoldfriend, the  scent  right  before  a  storm  ,  wild  mushrooms  ,  ripening  berries  ,  a  cup  of  hot  tea  , purring  cats ,  blueberry  muffins  ,  braided  hair  , wearingyourpartner’sshirts ,  an  alarm  pulling  you  from  slumber  ,  burning  candles  .

𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹.  —  the  crackling  of  a  fireplace  ,  hot  chocolate  with  marshmallows  ,  the  smell  of  fresh  cookies  ,  fuzzy  socks  ,  beanies  pulled  over  your  ears ,  a  strong  pot  of  coffee  ,  dark  clouds  gathering  on  the  horizon ,  the  sound  of  wind  shaking  the  ship house ,  melting  ice  ,  snowflakes  in  your  hair ,  melancholy  afternoons  ,  curlingupwithabookwhiletheworldstandsstill, cough  drops  on  the  nightstand  ,  excitedly  giving  gifts  ,  long  coats  with  deep  pockets  ,  pale  blues  ,  flour  on  the  tip  of  your  nose  ,  warm  soup  ,  stubble  turning  into  a  beard  ,  the  scent  of  leather  .

𝑺𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮.  —  the  smell  after  it  rains  ,  waking  to  the  sound  of  birds  singing  ,  the  crack  of  thunder  ,  soft  pinks  ,  energy  drinks  or  protein  shakes  ,  the  scent  of  fabric  softener  ,   tidying  up  ,thesweettasteoffreshfruit , competitivesparkineyes,  sand  beneath  your  feet  ,  sweat  on  your  brow  ,  catching  your  breath  after  running  ,  light  green  ,  frosted  cupcakes  ,  electricity  in  the  air  ,  forbidden  kisses  ,  the  sharp  hunger  after  a  work  out  ,  daring  romances  ,  high  ponytails  ,  unexpected  storms  ,  picking  flowers  ,  running  barefoot  in  the  grass ,  iced  coffee  .

tagged by: stolen~ !

[fy-soukoku]

someone tell me why a five hundred word drabble turned into potentially the longest monster of a fic I've ever written???

[mlb-a-rewrite]

Lila’s Story

Season 1:

She is introduced with the rest of the class, she blends in, she is no one special.

A few episodes in, she gets her "solo" episode. Basically a lot of the more background characters (like Juleka, Milene, whoever you know) have episodes "about" them where they get akumatized because of some minor conflict. Lila talks about how she was bullied at her previous school and now by Chloe and doesn't have any friends, gets akumatized, is saved and everyone tries to make her feel included. She fades into the background and isn't mentioned again for the season.

The bedroom scene also happens here (more on that later).

Season 2:

She doesn't really appear at all, just living in the background

There is one episode where it opens with the bathroom scene (again, more on that later), I think kinda partially during the mid-season finale idk idc and then during the big mid season finale a new miraculous holder appears. This is Lila as Volpina, except she doesn't actually have the fox miraculous and is just akumatized to appear that way. We also can't really tell it's Lila, like looks wise anyways. She's got a big mask on that kinda like covers the top half of her face but like context clues make it so its kinda obvious its her. She is basically the akumatized villain for those episodes and flees before anyone can ID her/deakumatize her so the characters don't know it was her.

The Chloe episodes happen where we learn abt Chloe's mom and everything, People are conflicted about Chloe, not sure whether they should try and help her and give her the benefit of the doubt or put her down and like reject her. Lila insists they help Chloe, that everyone deserves a chance to be included, and thus, she starts to befriend Chloe (This is the very end of season 2)

Season 3:

Starts off by establishing Lila is friends with Chloe. At some point maybe she and Chloe go on a trip together (like during the Shang Hai special they were traveling to American or some shit) and are besties. (Lila spent this time tracking down info about the miraculous but was actually traveling with Chloe)

Lila has a solo moment where she is trying to get hawkmoth's attention, hoping to get akumatized. Her wishes are not granted. Maybe this is the bathroom scene take 2 but that feels off to me might revamp the timing of all this later.

Eventually, Lila slips up and reveals too much to Chloe about her intentions to do evil things. It really isn't a big deal and Chloe doesn't even realize that she said something out of place. But Lila can't take chances so she

Turns on Chloe. This is near the end of the season. She talks about how awful Chloe is/was to her while she was just trying to do good but it is hopeless she is just too mean and the class turns on Chloe again, thus having Chloe revert back to how she was at the begining of the show

Season ends with Lila betraying LB and stealing the miraculous to give to hawkmoth. (This could be why marinette/adrien dont trust her because they knew she lied this whol time as a hero so maybe she is lieing irl too. Lila doesn't know LB/Chat's secret identities of course)

Might shift Lila's betrayal of Chloe to much later.

Season 4:

Lila has earned the trust of most of the class (minus chloe/sabrina and mari/adrien and Alya/Nino bc they trust their besties). It isn't full on civil war within the class but there is tension. Lila doesn't do much to instigate conflict.

She continues to work with Hawkmoth, slowly gathering more information. Maybe she refuses to give him the miracle box unless he reveals his identity to her or something like that so she can continue to have leverage over him.

By the big final conflict, she has a lot of information on everything and desperately wants a miraculous to make everything better. She wants to make herself special and rich and perfect and powerful and in control, but she gets sloppy, and thus, is killed when she tries to go against hawkmoth

I think there should also be scene before her final conflict with hawkmoth where she is getting desperate and frantic and ends up trying to turn the class against Mari and co. Maybe Marinette is trying to get the class to help stop her because she found out Lila is a supervillain and Lila tries to get the classmates to back her but she slips up in how she talks/acts and they all start to see through her facade.

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muse addition:  rey ,  star wars semi-canon divergent --- everything is the same except she’s technically part of the kenobi lineage ( she’s obi wan’s great-niece ) and not an actual palpatine .