#nathalie mars

[petitlouis75]

[helloeverything123]

Natalie Mars

[rose-epineuse-2]

[tvdversepoc]

Sybil (The Vampire Diaries 8x4) || Nathalie Kelley

[spookytuesdaypod]

they’re having a slay off who’s winning 💃🕺

[judas-isariot]

I don't want to date a singer.

Because at the second you break up, they will write a song about how a douche you were even if it is not true

[direct-actu]

Paris Manga By TGS 16-17 Mars 2024 - Notre programme du week-end

Ce weekend au Salon de la Culture Pop a proposé comme chaque année une immersion totale dans l’univers captivant de la culture japonaise, des séries emblématiques et des légendes du cinéma. Voici un aperçu des événements proposé. Continue reading Paris Manga By TGS 16-17 Mars 2024 – Notre programme du week-end

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Paris Manga By TGS 16-17 Mars 2024 - Notre programme du week-end

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[marcmarcmomarc]

Miraculous

Chapter 22: Ladybug vs. Lila

(Ladybug and Lila tumble through the portal and fight on the school courtyard.)

LILA: Why couldn’t you just stay away? I thought you hated the people here! I thought they were traitors!

LADYBUG: But tyranny is not the answer! They don’t deserve that!

(Ladybug spins her yo-yo.)

LADYBUG: Lucky Charm!

(What does she summon this time?)

LADYBUG: A tennis ball launcher?

(As Lila tackles her, she then locates the net of tennis balls nearby. She tosses Lila off of her, takes the net, drops the balls in, and turns on the launcher. With terrible survival instincts, Lila blocks them with nothing more than her hands.)

LILA: Ah! Hey! Turn that off!

(Outside, Cat Noir and the other Miraculous holders hear the commotion.)

CAT NOIR: Cataclysm!

(He summons his power, then punches the wall, which falls apart. He sees Lila being pelted by the balls.)

CAT NOIR: Ladybug!

LADYBUG: Cat Noir?

CAT NOIR: I thought you might have needed my help!

(The school walls start to crumble.)

CARAPACE: Shellter!

(Carapace uses his shield to protect everyone from the falling rubble. The sun starts to rise behind the cityscape. As the dust settles, the heroes and Lila look around.)

QUEEN BEE: Okay. That’s it.

(They hear beeping.)

QUEEN BEE: What’s that?

LILA: What?! I said not to blow anything up!

LADYBUG: I can still stop it!

LADYBUG: You guys get everyone out!

(Ladybug takes off.)

CAT NOIR (O.S.): Ladybug!

LILA (O.S.): Stop!

(Ladybug speeds toward the source of the beeping, Le Grand Paris. Speeding through the front doors, she listens for the source of the sound as it speeds up. Outside, Cat Noir and the others evacuate everyone through Voyd’s portal. Le Grand Paris explodes behind them.)

CAT NOIR: Faster!

(Cat Noir follows the last civilian through just as the explosion almost reaches them. In the city, the flames knock over establishments. Cat Noir and all of Paris reach an overlook.)

CAT NOIR: (PANTING HEAVILY) That was nuts.

(Hawk Moth speaks to the akuma heroes.)

HAWK MOTH: You guys have served Paris well. I relinquish your akumas.

(All of the akuma heroes turn back to normal.)

HAWK MOTH: Light wings, fall.

(Hawk Moth de-transforms.)

NOOROO: Well done, Master.

GABRIEL: That actually felt good. And please, call me Gabriel.

MASTER FU: Do you wish to keep using the Butterfly Miraculous for good purposes?

GABRIEL: Indeed, I do.

NATHALIE: Me, too, with the Peacock Miraculous.

(She then falls over coughing.)

NATHALIE: It’s damaged.

MASTER FU: It is a bad idea to use a broken Miraculous.

(Now, the Miraculous holders de-transform.)

QUEEN BEE: Buzz off.

CARAPACE: Shell off.

RENA ROUGE: Let’s rest.

CAT NOIR: Claws in.

(Lila approaches.)

LILA: Why did you guys save me?

ADRIEN: Well, you aren’t any more worthy of death than anyone else here.

(Lila tears up.)

LILA: I’m- I’m sorry.

ADRIEN: Hey. Marinette would have said the same- (GASPS) Oh, no!

(They turn around.)

NINO: Where is she?

ALYA: Marinette.

(The crowd joins them.)

CROWD: (WALLA, MURMURING) Oh, no…It can’t be…Where is she?

(Their eyes search the smoldering ruins of the city, but Marinette is nowhere to be seen.)

CHLOÉ: I think she might be dead.

(Her hands over her mouth, Sabine tears up.)

SABINE: (SOBBING) Oh.

LILA: (BREATHLESS) No. What have I done?

(Alya sniffles. Everyone hangs their heads.)

(In the rubble, fallen pieces of wood quake. Her face covered in soot, the now de-transformed Marinette pushes her way out of the remains of Le Grand Paris, coughing. On the hill, Lily notices her.)

LILY: There she is! There she is!

(The people look up and beam happily.)

ALYA: She’s alive!

(They rush back to the edge of the hill. Marinette finishes getting out of the rubble as the crowd approaches. Her right arm is missing. Her friends take turns embracing her.)

ALYA: Marinette! You’re back!

MARINETTE: Yeah.

NINO: You’re here.

(Chloé moves them aside, then leaps on her.)

CHLOÉ: Don’t ever leave us again!

MARINETTE: Nice to see you, too, Chloé.

(The girls embrace her, too.)

ALIX: Marinette!

ROSE: You’re back!

MARINETTE: Hey, guys.

(Then Adrien approaches.)

ADRIEN: Hey.

MARINETTE: Adrien. Mom. Dad.

(Sabine sees Marinette’s armless sleeve.)

SABINE: (GASPS) Your arm!

(Marinette looks at it.)

MARINETTE: Oh, yeah. It got stuck under a piece of rubble, so I cut it off.

TOM: Marinette, next time you feel betrayed, you can talk.

SABINE: Tom, she did. We just didn’t listen and didn’t realize until it was too late.

LILA (O.S.): Which is my fault.

(Lila approaches.)

LILA: I’ll gladly take whatever court sentence I get to make it up to you.

LANA: Too bad you don’t have much of a city to live in.

(They look at the ruins again.)

[petitlouis75]

[celestiall0tus]

I don't know why, but I was rereading some of your works, L0tus, and when I got to Absolution, it was eating at me on what other kwamis Nathalie has, so I (my brain) made it my mission to figure out what those jewels were. First, I used common sense and crossed out all the "new" ones from Gimmi and Vanna and onwards, as Absolution's story was made before their conceptions, to my knowledge at least. The biggest help for me was the names list, because there were some people who hadn't gotten theirs in the story yet, so that left me with 13 left. I also saw a post saying she had 10 while Lila had the other 3, so that helped me out even more, as I just need to figure out which ones Lila had, and the rest goes to Nathalie. The first pick for me was Dragon, because I feel like if Nathalie had that one, all she would have to do is attack Luka when he showed up and really do some damage, so I gave Longg to Lila. The next pick I've chosen to give to Lila was the Tiger, as I think it's a good counter to Corpse Tom, who has the Bat. No other reason; I just really liked that parallel, and also, someone falcon punching Tom as he explodes into pieces sounded cool in my head (sorry, Mar-Mar). My last pick I wasn't too confident with, but I ultimately chose the dog; it just felt right, but like I said, I wasn't feeling that one. Overall, I'm enjoying myself rereading all your fics, and yes, I'm very hyper-focused on those kinds of details; it's both a blessing and a curse.

I like what you've picked and the thought behind them. Honestly, excellent work.

I can say that two of what Lila has is the Rooster and Raven as she's the reason Nathaniel and Marc join the fight in this AU. Actually, the chapter I left off on was where they'd get their miraculous.

As for your guesses, Longg, Barkk, and Roarr would be in Papillon's hands. She'd want to keep as many of the jewels away from others to build that despair. More heroes meant more reasons to hope and more enemies to fight. So she worked to get the more powerful ones she could and whatever else she saw. Once she captured those initial 10, the other kwamis disappeared, looking to avoid capture until Tikki called to them.

So, that makes the ones Papillon has (that y'all know of) :

Peacock, Pig, Bat, Koala, Dragon, Tiger, Dog

Lila:

Raven, Rooster

Active on field:

Ladybug (technically), Black Cat, Wolf, Deer, Snake, Turtle, Bee, Mouse, Rabbit, Fox, Ox, Butterfly

[yolowritter]

I was traumatized today...by the Ghost Emilie Au

Welp...@asukiess, you did it. You traumatized me. Renouned writer of angst and emotional damage dealer that I am, you destroyed me mentally. I don't even have a cheery intro for this post, my mind is utterly consumed by the thoughts of poltergeist Emilie Agreste. And I, of course, wrote something about it! Here it is and please enjoy! Also, for everyone else, this right here is where I got the inspiration. Yes I'm perfectly fine thank you! Being very normal about this! Anyway, here you all go! A scene where Emilie realizes she's dead for the first time! Enjoy while I go drive myself insane about what exactly she'd do to Gabriel and Nathalie afterwards!

(Adding a cut for those who want to scroll)

Emilie Agreste was cold. That she felt anything at all would’ve seemed a miracle, if the last shreds of her mind weren’t bogged down by a thick, blinding fog. Distantly, a tiny part of her brain—most likely a miniscule shred of sanity—perked up, gently reminding that she ought to be resting. But her deathbed was a warm, comfortable place. Gabriel had made sure to give her that much, at least when he wasn’t busy pacing ditches in the manor’s marble tiles, or tearing his hair out over the Grimoire’s untranslatable pages. Then, ever so gingerly, Emilie tried to move. Eyes still struggling to open, phantom dizziness plaguing her motor skills, and memories of raspy coughs all attempted to lay her low. She pushed past it, clumsily feeling for what must be a solid surface underneath her, even if its texture did not resemble the warm nest she’d made for herself on the bed she would depart this world from.

Then, out of nothing but pure reflex, her legs move, turn as she shifts the rest of her body, and Emilie Agreste manages to stand. It should be impossible, the logical part of her mind whispers, yet it’s drowned out by a cacophony of new sensations, all screaming inside her head. She’s standing up, with legs that haven’t been any use for months now. Quivers and aches dig into them like ice-cold knives; phantom pains she never had the heart to tell Gabriel about rip through Emilie’s skin all at once, and she almost topples over. Should have crumbled to…whatever floor there is underneath her, but the once-useless limbs don’t drag her down. Instead of dead weight, her whole body feels light as a feather, and the woman’s eyes finally snap open in full, from the sheer surprise of it all.

She’s…in the basement, Emilie notes. Standing on that little platform they’d erected for a butterfly garden, Gabriel’s small piece of paradise, filled with blooming flowers for Nooroo to zip through and give the Kwami some measure of comfort from his solitude. Very rarely did they use his Miraculous; there simply wasn’t a need to further mess with extraordinary powers after Adrien had been created. The steel catwalk looks just as she remembers, railings on either side and overhead lights bleeding a brilliant white that feels almost blinding to her still-adjusting eyes. Distantly, Emilie realizes she never fell down, is still standing no matter how impossible that should be. She looks down at her legs, sees them holding strong in a way she once struggled to remember. Gingerly, the woman takes a step across the catwalk, and then another, and another. Her heart skips every time her shoes make contact with the cold metal, but it slowly dawns that she can walk again.

Emilie is moving her whole body with nary a thought. It’s easy, almost miraculously so. As if the side effects of using the broken Peacock never marred her body…or there isn’t a body to afflict. She blinks at the invasive thought, almost laughs to herself at how ridiculous it sounds. Then, she pauses. A long, silent moment washes over Emilie, and she curiously taps her foot against the metal flooring. Not a sound. The familiar metallic clicks are gone, as if there isn’t anything there to make them. Surely that’s a mistake. Her ears must just be…wrong, is all! A tiny chuckle escapes through her mouth; she hears the laughter just fine as it fills the empty space, first low—almost inaudible—and by the end a deafening, manic sound that would rupture any human’s eardrums. Akin to nails being dragged along a chalkboard, Emilie Agreste cackles at the very idea; she’s probably just not used to being awake after…how long, exactly? The woman breathes, yet feels not the sensation of lungs pushing out along with her chest. Only the same, ever-present chill, which reminds her of a gentle breeze.

She pauses once more, before shaking her head and blinking the ridiculous notions away. Emilie forces herself to pace, focuses on miming deep breaths and pointedly ignores the way her legs feel weightless, as if autumn leaves would simply phase through, should she venture to the surface and then outside the manor. It’s cold in their little safe haven; a spot meant for keeping flowers year-round ought to be the opposite. Emilie looks down at herself again, sees the usual outfit on her person. By all means, the air shouldn’t be chilly…and yet.

The woman runs a hand through her blonde hair, mysteriously kept together without a strand out of place. She doesn’t bother questioning it, mind instead turning all attention to something else. Another, safer topic, one that doesn’t make the back of her brain writhe and wriggle whenever her thoughts stray towards its comprehension. Adrien. Her son, the perfect creation she and Gabriel had brought into the world. Emilie’s heart would sink whenever she thought of him, in her final hour. Or…what might have been, were she not awake and clearly conscious. She’d known that her husband, for all his love towards her, would be wracked by too much grief to properly care for him. But she’d trusted Nathalie to be there for them both, in a way that Emilie herself had simple become unable to.

She thinks to go upstairs, to see him again. Her mind still struggles to process that she’s awake at all—is being ravaged by hundreds of questions as to her current situation—and Emilie desperately needs a distraction. Something to hold onto, that’ll ground her until the air feels like it’s filling her lungs again, and the catwalk’s metal clanks against her soles. Maybe…maybe she’ll give him a flower. Another safe notion, to pick a flower out for her son. Something small, a dainty little thing like that daisy which had grown in their backyard years ago; later being gifted to her by the tiny boy she had made not even a decade ago. Emilie knows that this is a flower garden; there will be plenty to pick from here.

Every so slowly, she makes to turn around. The metal remains eerily silent; the air as cold as Tibet feels in her memories. Just as Emilie’s foot leaves the ground, a stinging breeze floods the open chamber…yet she doesn’t topple over. It’s odd; weightless as her legs appear to be, a light shove should send her tumbling down. She doesn’t sit on the thought, and gingerly completes the motion. With great care, the woman finally looks up from her feet…and sees an object she could swear has no place in the sanctuary. It's metallic; a plain, shimmering thing, without any of the exaggerated ornate designs she’d playfully chided Gabriel for adorning their new home with years ago, before Adrien’s existence had even been voiced as a vague idea. It’s shaped like a pod of sorts; the kind of thing people would step in for a few hours to quickly get a tan. There are two engraved sheets of metal at it’s front, looking like they slide open to reveal an interior. Emilie’s mind writhes as she curiously steps closer, starting to fiddle with the attached mechanism. What the hell had Gabriel put this here for? It was large enough to fit a person!

After another moment of fumbling with the thing in front of her, a sharp hiss sounds in the woman’s ears, almost coursing through her very soul. As if they’ve been used a thousand times, the metal sheets easily slide into the pod’s sides, revealing a glass case just beneath. Emilie takes a closer look; her eyes seem to dark everywhere but the interior, refusing to cooperate and sending incomprehensible sensations to her brain. She pushes through the mania; surely she’s just being paranoid! And with a shaky, miserably pathetic breath…Emilie Agreste raises her gaze, and looks at herself through the glass. Perfect. There’s no other way to accurately describe her look-alike. Resting in a peaceful, almost pristine slumber, hands gingerly placed atop one another at the waist. Had she still possessed the necessary organs, the blonde’s breath would have hitched. Her heart would stop beating from the shock alone, and she would have fainted, only to wake up in her bed and reveal this as nothing more than a fevered nightmare. Yet, the replica persists in its angelic existence. A wax statue in some morbid display case; it’s both everything and nothing like Emilie. Her fake’s smile lacks the slight mischievous curl of her lip which preceded a prank on Gabriel. Her eyes are sealed shut; windows to the soul forever closed. She looks as if someone recreated her visage from memory while never having met her. Maybe they were blind, a tiny voice echoes in the back of her head, electing a desperate giggle from the woman as she finally manages to take her eyes off it.

Then…the dreaded realization dawns on her at last. This…thing, it is her. Exactly what Emilie had always pretended to be. Perfect and untouchable, the best at even something as simple as existing. Desperately, she searches for a familiar warmth. A hint of her old smile. She leans forward to better see…but there is no reflection. Everything is gone, leaving behind only memories. A pristine, immaculately-kept statue for Gabriel to recall her by. White light washes over both the physical and spectral Emilies, blinding in its radiance. The chilling breeze persists, ruthless in its raging through the empty chamber. All sense of who the blonde truly was having vanished to the winds. She has no lungs. No flesh with which to breathe, no vocal cords to carry her voice. Yet, Emilie Agreste takes one final look at her encapsulated body, gingerly places her ethereal hand on the glass, and screams.

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Pierce Brosnan as Professor Donald Kessler and Sarah Jessica Palmer as Nathalie Lake

Mars Attacks! (1996)

[ocasoinefable]

La primera vez que se percató de su existencia. Ella solo le vio de lejos. Su rostro era severo y distante. Juan de Dios era un hombre de estatura promedio, con un cuerpo esbelto, de piel morena, de unos ojos café ámbar, un rostro poco atractivo, Pero una mirada intensa y silente, de un carácter templado y un tono de voz fuerte pero muy suave si era amable. Ella busco encontrarse con algún rasgo de emoción a lo que espiaba por las rendijas de la cocina, algún sentimiento dulce en su actuar, más aun busco en vano.. era como si sus pensamientos fueran intrusos en la vida e incluso se podia decir que los escondía hasta de el mismo. Escucho algunas palabras y los rumores de su madre con sus hermanos, luego su madre se acercó a ella tocando su hombro.

-Acostumbrate-

Esa era la unica palabra que su madre les decía.

Así que Nathaly sin poder soportar esa palabra, a la que tanto rencor guardaba se irguio encarando a su madra como pocas veces lo hizo.

-¿Por que debo casarme con ese hombre. es feo. parece un oso.? Y lo peor diría que no es un hombre en si, si no una piedra. ni le conozco, ni me gusta, no más de verlo siento pánico al pensar que se acecar a mi-

Su madre la tomo del rostro fijando sus ojos en los de ella, y le hablo con un enojo que ella nunca volvió a ver en su madre.

-¿A caso es eso lo que te importa. su apariencia, que no le conoces, que no venga a ti con una guitarra a endulzar tu oído.?. miralos bien, ellos en su cuento habla sobre lo mismo, en una rebaja y un aumento, mientras el interesado resalta cada atributo de lo que ofrece -

Ella miro a su madre con la misma expresión con la que su madre miro a la suya, y con la misma severidad le reprochó. y aclaro su posición una vez más en este mundo.

- (Que más puedes hacer de tu vida cuando nunca has tenido una vida que sea tuya, la mujer vive y se cria para esto, para ser la mitad de la costilla del hombre. No creas que esto es diferente a un cortejo, o lo que se dicen los enamorados cuando se estan seduciendo, incluso esto esto es mas honesto porque no hay promesa que no se cumpla, y que solo esta hecha para satisfacer un deseo que luego muere junto a la promesa) -

Nataly bajo su mirada, y musitó tan bajo que era mas una contestación para si misma.

- No es eso. Me daría igual si fuera un espectro. Es que me siento como un costal a la mitad de la plaza. No me siento ser yo. Y este cuerpo es solo eso, un cuerpo.. ¿Es todo?, no he sentido esas mariposas en la boca, no tenido ganas de tomar alguien en mis brazos y cantarle mientras reímos, ilusionarme aun si duele, también quiero ser yo quien vaya a alguna ventana y haga de las barandjas cafés un balso de espuma a la orilla del mar. No es eso, bien podría adorarlo sin usar jamás mis ojos, sin tener su piel en mi tacto. Solo odio a veces ser mujer.. y en mis delirios más desproporcionados he soñado con ser hombre y montar mi caballo e irme tan lejos que solo sea la brisa la que sienta en mis cabellos. Burlarme de la frialdad y los rumores-

Hubo un largo silencio en la cocina hasta que el padre de Nathaly informo que debía salir y ser presentada oficialmente al novio. Se sobresaltaron como si fueras presas de un flaz de camara en medio de un delito.

-Acostumbrate.. -

Volvió a decir su madre, mientras ella se dirigía hacía corredor a presentarse con su prometido.