#simon the devious x oc

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"I'd stare into the sun for you, I think."

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*definition: barely spoken of or even unheard of to most, possibly heralded by a single person (possibly me), but someone out there is into it. Canon ships like Colin x Dolly or Nandor x Gail not included.

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💉🦇 back at it with a fresh new ad!🦇💉 not replacing anyone!

i'm a 22enby fella who's got an itch for something fun and whump-y based off Dinner in America. i write in third person, present and/or past tense, semi to advanced 'lazy lit' over discord! i use servers to keep things organized, and i love chatting ooc with my writing partners :} i love obsessing over our characters, sending memes/tiktoks, sharing music, etc etc, and i'd love a partner who's the same way! i consider myself pretty active, but i do work most of the week- if i can't get a reply to you, i'll at least be active ooc. i can promise at least one reply per day (usually a lot more, but i don't wanna get anyone's hopes too high, bc again..work).

i'm looking to write some oc x oc stuff! mxm is preferred, but i'm open to potential mxf (i will be picky on this! i have a lot of mxf rps atm). polyamory is also super encouraged, but not required! and while i want to collaborate on a plot, dead dove themes are also preferred! i would also prefer to use *actor faceclaims for this! i think of it as **casting actors in our own movie, lolz. (*open to musicians, models etc as well.) when it comes to nsfw, i write switches and prefer writing against other switches, or doms. no overly submissive characters, please! just not my cup of tea, i fear.

(**about casting actors: i think it would also be super fun to format this like a movie or a tv show! with actors cast as certain characters in our plot, separation into 'episodes,' etc etc! this isn't necessary, but i think it would be neat)

okayokay, onto the fun stuff😎

so, like a lot of people, i just watched Dinner in America, and i thought it was great. i'm DYINGGGG to write a character like simon (probably also w/ him as a FC, if not a similar look) against other male or masc characters (bonus points if they're also weird/outcasts like patty!). i'd love to plot something along the same lines as those in the movie, but with a few tweaks (i'm not an expert on punk stuff, lol) of our own.

tldr? mxm plot based along the same lines as Dinner in America, but with whatever twists we want :}

let's come up with something devious together! like this post and i'll slide into your dms🎃

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Fate Is Sealed. Chapter 12

Fandom: John Wick

Ship: John x Elizabeth (OC)

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That time I spent with John almost managed to make me forget about the real world, about the assassins and the debts and the danger. And then the nightmares found me again, not allowing me any more of a respite.

My footsteps were firm as I approached Gaige’s building, my determination being unshakeable as I told my heart to stop racing. Nonetheless, I gripped the gun in my hand so tightly that my fingers hurt.

I noticed a lack of noise as I stood before the door. The lights were on inside, but there was a very telling silence that caused my stomach to churn. I ignored all of this and adamantly swung the door open to reveal the office.

There where dozens of goons usually reunited, tending to their devious business, were now empty chairs and desks. Several bottles of alcohol were all over the place, opened and unfinished. The air felt heavy and eerie.

Daring to walk further and head for Gaige’s personal office, I found the door already open. There was no one in sight, not even Gaige himself. Treading lightly, I immersed myself in the room and took an attentive look around.

For the most part, everything seemed in its place. I looked at Gaige’s empty chair, noticing a blood stain that had soaked through the thick fabric. If he had been sitting there when he obtained that wound, it would have gone directly to his heart. I had a vague idea of what happened, and who did it.

Shaking my head to focus on the task ahead, I went through the drawers looking for a specific file. My eyes scanned the folders, absently recognizing familiar faces of goons I had run into thanks to Gaige. A tightness formed on my throat when I passed Delfino and Dominic’s files. But right after theirs, I found the headshot of a woman at the front of a folder.

I opened the file reading ‘Simone Brasher’ and skimmed for any important information that would tell me where she was hiding. A certain address caught my eye, so I memorized it and slammed the file closed.

As I made my way outside the building, I pulled out my phone and dialed John’s number. The mixture of emotions I was experiencing clouded my judgment, but I was lucid enough for that.

The line beeped for several seconds, until there was as click followed by a deep voice that I knew very well.

“Eli-?��� Before he could even finish his sentence, I impatiently interrupted him.

“Why did you do it when I told you not to?” Every fiber of my being was overcome by anger, and I could not control myself. Honestly, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to. I felt powerful for once, and that sensation was intoxicating.

“Do what?” John’s tone was somewhat soft and innocent.

“You know what” I scoffed in annoyance. “I doubt Gaige and his people magically disappeared”

John sighed on the other end, taking several seconds before replying.

“Elizabeth, he went after me again” A pang of guilt initiated in my nape, but I repressed it before it could take over my mighty fury.  

“Interesting, our business clash again” I sarcastically replied, giving him a mocking smirk even if he couldn’t see it.

“This isn’t you…” John lowered his voice to a sad murmur. “Where… Where are you?”

“On my way to make some justice” When I reached my bike, I climbed on it again. “About time”

“You’re gonna get yourself killed!” He suddenly exclaimed in frustration. “And even if you don’t, you know this is wrong. You’re not like this!”

“Don’t look for me” Was all I said before hanging up, even if the slight guilt from before returned stronger.

I grunted in annoyance to myself as I grabbed on to the handlebars of my motorbike and started the engine. I had to do this.

Like I had told John, I needed to do something. I was done sitting still and taking all that abuse, being manipulated and frightened. Feeling small and unsafe. Acting like John Wick seemed the best way to do it.

As I put the bike to a halt I could see the docks. Not far from them was a small rundown warehouse. The windows were broken and the humidity had eaten through the wood that coated the outside. But I knew it was the place.

Wielding my gun again, I walked towards the warehouse. That was it, the point of no return. And I was willing to do whatever it took, to let whatever to happen. I just needed to act no matter what. It was something I had to do.

The door was halfway open, and inside I found a figure facing its back to me. I recognized the expensive clothes and the blonde ponytail. She looked over her shoulder with the sound of my footsteps.

“You just can’t have enough, can you?” Simone stood up from her the big crate she was sitting in and turned to me. “You were really stupid to come here”

I frowned when I noticed her mascara had run over her cheeks, leaving dark traces along her skin. I was distracted from that detail when she took a step closer to me. Even if several meters still separated us, I grit my teeth and lifted my arm to point the gun at her. She didn’t even bat an eye at the movement.

“You’re gonna pay” She bitterly said, continuing her advance. “Your boyfriend killed my friends. And my boss”

“Maybe they shouldn’t have tried to kill him” I offered, tilting my head. “And maybe you shouldn’t have murdered my father in cold blood”

“He had unfinished business with Gaige when he retired” Simone smirked, portraying a mockingly friendly and innocent voice. “What kind of an example would that set?”

“He would have paid it” Winston himself had said it, my father was good at his job, he had plenty of money. “Gaige didn’t want him dead, dammit, he would have paid it”

“You see, I wasn’t so sure about that” Her condescending attitude was making my blood boil. “And sure enough, one day all records of his money were gone”

My bike. He bought me an expensive motorbike so I could be independent, and he left the rest of the money for me so I could make it on my own. He knew he was going to get killed.

Forcing myself out of my thoughts, I focused back on her and got startled when I realized how much closer she was to me now. I cocked the gun as a warning, but that didn’t hinder her advance towards me.

“And I’m going to kill you” When I piped up, she finally stopped walking.

“Very funny, Lizzie” Smirking still, she crossed her arms over her chest. “He used to call you that, you know. Wouldn’t stop talking about you, Lizzie this, Lizzie that”

Before I could stop myself, I had pulled the trigger and landed a bullet on her upper arm, putting a hole through her shiny jacket. She glared up at me in outrage after checking her new wound in disbelief.

I mockingly wrinkled my nose in response, glad of my impulsive act. I was going to kill her, but she was going to suffer first.

Determined, I took a step forward just for her to hinder my advance. Out of nowhere, she had pulled out a dagger and thrown it at me. I grunted when I felt the blade sinking in my shoulder, just above my collarbone.

I didn’t drop the gun, and in fact I tightened my grip on it. I felt out of myself as I took ahold of the dagger encrusted in my skin with my free hand and pulled it out, screaming in a sound that didn’t seem to come out of my own throat.

A fleeting thought told me that maybe pulling it out wasn’t the best idea, but it soon passed when it was replaced with a lack of any logical reasoning.

“This is for calling me a bitch” Watching Simone’s smirk only further fueled the liquid fire in my veins, and I once again moved without thinking about it twice. Barely stopping to look at the bloody dagger in my hand, I threw back at her with as much force as I could. It tore a yelp of pain from her lips as it sunk into her thigh.

Doing the same as I did, she sharply pulled the dagger out of her leg and wielded it fiercely. I raised my gun and pointed it at her as a warning. Neither of us moved at first, seizing each other up.

A little voice was shouting for me to shoot her already, but the gun felt extremely heavy in my hand. There were so many dazed thoughts rushing through my head that I couldn’t focus on one.

I wrapped my other hand around the butt of the gun to stabilize my aim, but Simone was already on the move. I pulled the trigger, but failed as I was rattled by the ferocity with which she ran to me. The bullet got lost in the distance and so I decided to stick to what I did best. Close range hand to hand combat.

"You never had the stomach for this" Simone smirked, ready to take me on.

I lunged at her, tackling Simone to the ground. We struggled for several seconds, landing punches on each other until I was suddenly pushed on my back and pinned against the ground. I tried wiggling out of her lock but found that she was too strong.  

I grabbed a handful of dirt and tossed it at her face. Simone tried turning her head, but she wasn’t fast enough to avoid it getting into her eyes. I smirked at the thought that I had played dirty and momentarily blinded her.

Jumping to my feet, I took her from behind and put her in a lock of my own, cocking the gun and resting it against her temple. It was suddenly hard to breathe, and my heartbeat drummed against my ears. I watched Simone as she shut her eyes tight, cringing at what might happen next. A pang of guilt struck my chest as I found a twisted satisfaction at the sight.

“Drop the gun!” A voice said out of nowhere, forcing me to look upwards.

I gulped when I saw a group of six people surrounding me, all pointing weapons at me. That snake had called for backup. I didn’t know how or when, but she had.

Gritting my teeth, I held my hands up in surrender and let go of her. I bit the inside of my cheek to contain the anger I felt when I heard her scornful chuckle. I was tempted to shoot her still, even if it would definitely trigger my own death.

“Drop it” Simone held her hand up, smirking as her other hand motioned over to the people threatening my life to get closer.

I begrudgingly gave her my gun, which she took with a mocking head nod. At least I felt a slight pride at the fact that she considered me enough of a threat now to call for backup. Even if it was through John’s influence.

“Any last words?” She said, lifting the gun up to my head.

I still felt out of breath, like I had run a marathon. But my hatred for her was so great that I refused to give her the satisfaction of knowing I was frightened.

“You’re still a bitch” I bitterly said, earning a glare from her.

"Shoot her" Was her response to my defiance.

I closed my eyes, prepared for death. After all, I had always known it was the only way out of that mess. I had merely postponed it, but I had always believed it was my destiny, that my fate was sealed to meet a violent end. At least I had found some good things on the way to my demise.

“I wouldn’t do that” My heart skipped a beat when I recognized that gruff voice.

Opening my eyes, I saw John approaching us, machine gun in hand ready to fire. The men and women working with Simone hesitated. I calmly lowered my arms back to my sides at the sight of him approaching.

“Lower your weapons” He said, a calm yet clear order.

They didn’t even wait for Simone’s approval, all of them instantly obeyed the Boogeyman’s order. The tension was tangible in the air as all the present at the moment eyed each other.

“Elizabeth” John called, startling me slightly for directly addressing me. “Go”

“But-“

“I’ll handle this”

“John…”

“Go!”

I recognized the dangerous look in his dark eyes and decided to oblige. I didn’t want him solving my business, but I knew he could easily take them all.

It was my chance to fix that mistake, to forgive about that quest for revenge before it was too late. Although I realized it was already too late when Simone, wanting to punish me for my audacity with the attempt on her life, followed after me.

“Shit shit, fuck” I muttered, taking my other gun and running at top speed.

As I let my legs do their job, I focused on my shaky hands to make sure that the magazine was charged and then shoved it back on its chamber.  

Hoping I would outrun Simone, I rummaged through my brain in search of a safe place I could go to. My train of thought was interrupted when I heard gunshots, so I looked over my shoulder without stopping my dash.

John had resorted to his Boogeyman ways again as he easily took the six of them at once. He even allowed himself the distraction of blindly shooting Simone to slow her down and give me an advantage. The blonde screamed when the bullet reached her leg, but she continued her pursue on me.

I focused up ahead again, taking advantage of her small pause to recover from the wound and running for my life.

The Continental was the safest and closest place I could think of, so I barged inside and hurried for the elevator without even saying hello to Charon.

Simone was far behind me, but I was pretty sure that she had seen the direction I was taking and assumed where I was headed. It was a matter of time before she reached me, so I hoped I would at least lose her on the many floors of the hotel building. I didn’t exactly trust her not to break the rules.

I ran to the elevator and waited for it to arrive. The anxiety was building up in my chest as I knew that every millisecond was immensely valuable. Once it arrived, I quickly opened the grills door, but before I could come in, someone grabbed me from behind.

I screamed as a hand tugged at me and grimaced when my back hit the ground. The sight of Simone looking absolutely feral took my breath away, or maybe how hard I landed.

“Excuse me!” I heard Charon’s voice exclaim, probably alarmed by my screaming.

Simone grunted in annoyance and carelessly threw me inside the open elevator, following closely behind and pressing a button so the doors would close.

Charon was arriving just as the grill that served as doors closed. I stared at him from the ground, bearing a begging expression that I hoped he would understand. My anxiety intensified when I saw his familiar face disappear as the elevator went up.

While she was distracted with him, I jumped to my feet and pushed her against the metallic door. Before she could turn around, I punched her in the kidney.

Right after, she did turn around –at an incredible speed –and crossed my face with her fist. I stumbled backwards, causing the elevator to shake but luckily not stop. The last thing I needed was to be stuck in an elevator with Simone.

I reached out with my hand to stabilize myself as it touched the wall and leaned against it, holding my jaw in pain. She was already prepared to retaliate, so I kneed her under the chin. As I lunged at her to try and attack, she quickly held me in a lock.

I was pushed against the wall, then she held my head by the hair and slammed it against the fluorescents. She repeated the process until I painfully felt it break against my forehead, as well as some blood dripping from the cut.

Not content with this, Simone continued smashing my head against the now broken lights. Although I felt slightly faint and my ears were ringing, probably because of a mild concussion, I gathered the strength to hold my hands against the wall to try and offer some resistance to her blows.

Just then, the elevator stopped moving and the doors opened. Taking advantage of the momentary distraction from her side, I pushed her against the corner and stumbled outside of the elevator.

I swore under my breath when I realized we were in a floor filled with locked rooms. I was trapped.

The corridor was absolutely deserted, only a room service cart parked against a wall. Simone casually walked over to it, watching it with curiosity, as she pulled out the gun she had taken from me.

Feeling the skin in my face tight and wet because of the blood that was drying out, I grimaced at her. She was far too calm, and she didn’t seem upset at all that we were now in sacred ground. In fact, she showed me a smug smirk.

“You know the rules” I reminded her, my eyes never leaving her as she lifted the top off a silver tray from the cart.

She ignored me as she eyed the untouched food and shook her head a little. Then her eyes focused on the bottle that contained a dark liquid.

“I’m so thirsty” She muttered, taking the time to pour some of the alcohol in a glass and sniff it.

“Put the gun down” I insisted, watching how she carelessly waved it around while pretending to point at the food. “There are rules here”

Simone took a sip of the drink and smirked at me again, lowering her gun but not dropping it. It felt like she was teasing me, torturing me as much as she could.

“Glad we settled it” She grinned in amusement. “Killing your father wasn’t a big deal anyway”

The helplessness that had engulfed me faded away with her words. It was then when I remember that I still had a gun. I wouldn’t hesitate.

“Say that again, you bitch” I muttered through grit teeth, glaring daggers at her.  

She then lifted her arm, gun still in hand. Simone furrowed her brow in determination and I acted on instinct. I startled myself as I wielded my gun and pulled the trigger.

I watched in awe, the bullet hole pouring blood in her forehead.

Like it had burned me, I dropped the weapon to the ground and looked for something to hold on to. My knees felt weak as she fell limply on the ground. Her body landed with a thud. She wouldn’t get up again.

I let out a strangled scream as I realized what I had done. A commotion started out around me, since the gunshot had attracted attention.

Falling to my knees, I covered my mouth to try and conceal the loud sobs that escaped it, but to no avail. Tears tainted my vision as my eyes fixed on the motionless body of Simone.

There was no turning back now, and that peace I hoped to experience after Simone was dead was nowhere to be found. I only felt sick. I couldn’t breathe.

I had killed her. I had broken the Continental rules. I had behaved like a bloodthirsty assassin, like that very thing I refused to become. Like the thing I resented my father for being. Like the thing I feared John Wick for being.

And now I had become my own worst nightmare. I had broken my own rule.

Everything dimmed around me, the voices and sounds of alarm. Doors swinging open and footsteps. It all became faint and distant.

I felt disgusting as I knelt there, having no consolation other than bawling my eyes out and whimpering in a pathetic manner. There was no solace for me now.

“Liz!” Someone approached me, dropping to their knees and obstructing my field of vision. I hadn’t noticed my eyes were still on Simone, I was too numb to realize or look away. “Liz! What happened?”

I couldn’t respond, I couldn’t answer the question. All I could do was continue crying, wishing I hadn’t pulled the trigger. Silent tears streamed down my face as the shock lingered.

“What have you done?” The voice insisted, taking me by the shoulders.

“I-I’m sorry…” I choked out, reaching out to touch them as my foggy brain finally registered who I was talking to. “I’m so s-s-sorry…”

“It’s okay, I’m here” Cradling my head against his chest, he sheltered me in his embrace. “It’s alright now”

“No, I k-killed her” Came my strangled voice. “She was gonna shoot me and I…”

“I know” He rocked me slightly, protectively wrapping his arms around me as his hand lingered against my head, keeping it close to his chest.

“I’m sorry, John”

“I know…”

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Master List of ML Crack Posts: #1

 As some of you may know, my memory sucks.  This list is as much for you guys as it is for me ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ 

I’ll be updating this thing periodically.  I’m putting the links under a “read more” so the updates will show up in case someone wants to reblog this.  I love it when something is reblogged (especially when I can read the funny tags), but y’all are random af.  You give me a good laugh on my rough days and I love each and every one of you ＾ω＾

Have fun down the ML rabbit hole of crazy (after the cut)!:

*PLEASE READ THE GENERAL DISCLAIMERS*

i won’t tell you how to live your life

but it’s probably a good idea to read the general disclaimers

I am no longer in this fandom for several reasons

so there won’t be any updates to this list

but here are the posts I’ve done

we watched the English dub because I have a kid who can’t read

and a husband who doesn’t want to

I prefer the French, but use the English names for all but Chat Noir

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Master list of ML Crack Posts: #2

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Have Y’all Noticed...?

This show is not just for kids  

Episodic Nerdery

Homages by episode

The Opening Credits Homage to Anime (Opening) ML’s Love Letter To Horror Movie Fans (Horrificator) Obvious homage is obvious (Kung Food) No one is above Naruto running (Kung Food) Gamer Geeks: UMS3 = Street Fighter (The Gamer) The Mime = Marcel Marceau (The Mime) Where have I seen that...? (Multiple) Historic Miraculous Holders (Multiple)

The Walking Pop Culture Reference

aka, Adrien is a NERD

Adrien the Old-School Nerd (Adrien = Fred Astaire) Dorito chins are easy to grasp when flirting… (Adrien = Tamaki) The Devil’s in the Details (Learning to make friends through anime) Life skills through gaming (Chat = Frogger)

That Was Random

Did...they mean to do that?  Yes.  Yes, they did.

The ZAG license plate Is this an inside joke or…? Continuity in ML Nathaniel the art director Dotting their eyes WTF psychic Hawky

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Jen & Dave’s Arting Adventure

My husband’s amazing fanart and my crappy artings.  I encourage reblogging, but please do not repost Dave’s art.  If you don’t know what that means, check out my rant.

Jen’s Crappy Artings

Don’t expect much -_-

Jen attempts to art (Chat Noir) Poor Hawky... (Hawkmoth/Papillon) Chat Noir Car Art Jen crappily arts all over Chat Noir

Jen’s Attempt to Comic

Comics is HARD

Jen’s Arting Problem: Silent, But Not Deadly

Dave’s Amazing Artings

You can tell which of us is the household artist

Hawmoth/Papillon

Jen & Dave’s Collaborations

Where we work together for once.

Chat & Nino: The Bromantic Fluffcanon (DJNoir Bromance)  Jen continues to art (with special appearance by Dave) Battle of the Nino Artings (Nino)

Miraculous Sewing

I sew for a living.  This show was bound to influence me...

Jen’s Completely Free ML Doll Tutorial So, I found this fabric... I made this thing... Then I made all the things All. The. Things.

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Adrien Agreste/Chat Noir

Our favorite sunshine cat son and what the majority of my posts are about.  Let’s be honest with ourselves.  He’s deserves a category of his own.  Literally.

General Adrien Goodness

Grumpy Chat (Adrien = Grumpy Cat) Chat Noir, the Blue Paladin (Adrien = Lance)  Adrien’s Adorkable Wink Master of the Cheese The Real Agreste Smile Chat’s gravity-defying hair When you’re making a You Tube video... It looks like he’s requesting takeoff First day of school...again Adrien Agreste, Professional Fanboy HIS SARCASM LEVEL IS OVER 9000!!! Chat’s face in Volpina He’s not gonna try to get out of this one Someone should put a bell on him Let it out Adrien’s...er...”talents”

Let Adrien Eat 2K17

Someone please feed this kid

Feed Him Rule #1 

Actual Model Adrien Agreste

In case you needed a reminder about what he does

The Photo Dump The Reality Your Chat Is Showing Taking Flight Sneaky Alya

Chat Is A Cat

=^..^=

That rare cat that comes when you call Coming home to your kitty Chat, The Jellicle Cat Chats don’t always land on their feet Cats can sleep anywhere It did him a startle Cat Memes: The Box Cat Memes: The 3:35am Marathon Cat Memes: The Invisible Fly

Adrien vs. Chloé

Exploring the dynamic between my favorite blondes

Adrien Vs. Chloe: Round 1 Chat can relate to this Chloé: The Mountaineer   When Chloé adopts Ladybug’s moves DO NOT WANT Slasher movie poster Marinette’s escape plan

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Marinette Dupain-Cheng/Ladybug

Our favorite Fearless Leader/Low-Key Stalker

Marinette vs. Cat (Part 1) Marinette’s not a cat person (Marinette vs. Cat Part 2) Mari Be Scary Ladybug Be Scary Epic conversational Skills LB = ctrl+z Mari’s charade game is STRONG Writing LadyNoir Fics Adrien’s Controller Learning an important lesson Marinette’s Guide to Being Hands-Free

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The Miraculous Holders

I think this category will grow next season.  Call it a hunch.

Cat and Bug Team

The LadyNoir meet-cute (Origins) Look at these dorks The Chat In the Hat The True Meaning of Bugaboo Raining Cats and Bugs: The Horrible Pun Transformations Reverse Transformations Chat’s premature gray is named “Ladybug” LB puns against Chat (Mr. Pigeon) LB puns against Chat (Reflecta) Lady Wifi’s plan went to pot The Cat & Bug Team (Bubbler) Ladybug Is Done, Y’all He was just kitten (Puppeteer) Breaking the laws of physics as a team (Stormy Weather) Synchronization  LB grabs some tail

Chat Misses His Punportunity

Bad puns based on lucky charms.  That’s pretty much it.  Sorry not sorry.

The Bubbler Stormy Weather

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The Kwamis

Again, mostly Plagg because I’m a cat person.

Plagg & Adrien

My favorite dynamic in this show

Plagg: Adrien’s Literal Shoulder Devil The original trash son (Plagg) Plagg’s True Love (Plagg/Camembert) Plagg’s True Love Pt. 2 (Plagg/Camembert) The Poster Child for Chaotic Neutral How can something so devious be so cute? It’s not like he’s magic... Plagg’s cheesy undoing When people look like their pets When you can’t see your cat...

Tikki & Marinette

aka Mari and her conscience

Tikki: Marinette’s Shoulder I-Told-You-So Tikki is Mari’s Toddles

Wayzz 

I See No Difference: Wayzz = Kif Wayzz is Chat’s biggest fan

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The Others

The-other-but-no-less-important characters

Nino Lahiffe

My second fav ML character

Nino the Peacock AU Pt 1: Shell or Feathers? Nino the Peacock AU Pt 2: Cluck cluck you guys Nino the Peacock AU Pt 3: Nino should have gotten the Troll Miraculous… WTF Nino… Nino Models

Alya Césaire

The real MVP of this group

Alya’s default reaction to Mari’s “love life” Alya’s Adventures in Matchmaking: This’ll Be a Breeze!

Secondary Characters

Mostly Chloé because I love her so

What would have happened in Dark Cupid... (Chloé Bourgeois) The Seeds of Chloe’s Redemption (Chloé Bourgeois) A dad & his baby girl (Mayor Bourgeois &  Chloé) Poor Gorilla (The Gorilla) On no you didn’t! (Sabrina Raincomprix) Kim’s expressiveness (Kim Lê Chiến) That sneaky tomato (Nathaniel Kurtzberg) Fang is a good boy (Fang & Jagged Stone)

Background Characters

What happens when the animation team only has a set number of characters made up for the background, but still needs a crowd.

The Return of WTF Dad WTF “Family” WTF Kids Xmas Special Minor Characters in ML (Mireille and Aurore)

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Gabriel Agreste / Gabe Is Hawkmoth Theory

OR Gabriel’s evil twin idk

This is why he doesn’t smile The unmentionable post  Dr. Hawkmoth’s Guide to Parent/Child Relationships

The Main Theory Posts

Gabriel is Hawkmoth/Papillon Hawkmoth/Papillon’s Room Gabriel Has a Sense of Humor (Adrien’s butterfly shoes) Gabe’s Safe Gabe’s Old as Crap

Gabriel Notices Crap in Simon Says/Jackady

The cat’s out of the bag (also under “Crazy Headcanons”) If you want something done... (LB’s earrings) Not today, Dad (CN’s ring) There goes his freedom (Adrien’s ring)

(Insert Name) Is a Better Dad Than Gabriel

The Dad Clap™ (Nino Lahiffe) Kindred Spirits (Tom Dupain)

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Speaking of Outrageous Theories...

Theories, predictions, headcanons and CRACK.  It’s all crack.

Jen’s Crazy Headcanons & Bullet Point Fics

I apologize for what you are about to see

Crappy Gif Theatre: Hawky’s Cold Crappy Gif Theatre: Adrien’s Thirst Crappy Gif Theatre: The True Identity of the Easter Bunny

Second-Rate Storytime:  The Epic Tail of a Girl and Her Cat Second-Rate Storytime:  The Bully Blues

The cat’s out of the bag (also under “Gabriel Agreste”) LB Gets Woke: A Bullet-Point Crack Fic (Chat x OC, Ladynoir) Chat & Nino: The Bromantic Fluffcanon (DJNoir Bromance)

ML Theories & Wild Predictions: Spoiler-Free

Theories based on common knowledge

Gorilla KNOWS (Gorilla and the Kwami Social Club) That…makes so much sense (their identities are safe!)

Spoiler City: NOT Spoiler-Free

Theories using spoilers from upcoming seasons of ML

ML Season 2 & 3 Predictions Poor Kim... Is this foreshadowing or...? That leaked season 2 ep Who has the Butterfly Miraculous?

ML S2 Trailer Shenanigans #1: Adrienette vs. Chloenette ML S2 Trailer Shenanigans #2: Frenemies ML S2 Trailer Shenanigans #3: New Miraculous Season 2 Trailer (10/17)

ML S2 #1: The Collector ML S2 #2: Despair Bear

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We Are The Saviors Pt.4

OC x Negan & Simon.

Warning: Mature. Always language, Brief sexual content (mild)

Catch up: Simon finds a beautiful blondie out in the woods and decides to bring her back to the Sanctuary.

Word Count: 1,903

Chapter 4: Dangerous Flattery ( Simon's Perspective )

"Hey babes, whatcha up to?" Here we go. I look up to see a woman standing with her hands on her hips. She has big dark brown eyes and beautiful silky hair. She looks about 10 years younger than me. The amount of regret I feel when I see her makes me feel pretty fucking shitty. So I take comfort in avoiding her at every turn. I guess today won't be a day where I could do that. 

"Heya Samantha, nothing much just uh...wanderin." I scratch the back of my head and force a smile. I don't want to come across as a dick, but something tells me she doesn't take hints.

"Arat told me you brought in a new girl", she twirls her black hair giving me puppy dog eyes. "I heard she's a looker. Is that where you're going now?"

God damn Arat. Always in some else's shit.

"Look Samantha, I'm kind of busy, but it was nice seeing you." I try to push past her but she sticks out her arm to block my exit and she leans too close to my face. 

"Thought you were just wandering? You know you didn't seem too busy to get up on all of this before you left on your little supply run last week." She takes her free arm and places it on my neck.

I flash to that night when we were both drunk off our asses and fooled around. She'd been all over me since she got to the Sanctuary and I thought why the hell not? Ever since then I can't fucking shake her. I feel bad that we did the deed in the first place; it shouldn't have gotten to that point. But I've just been so lonely lately—

Removing her hand from my neck I speak softly. "Okay listen little lady. I had a good time with you." Not exactly a lie. "But I kind of need to be alone right now, all this drama dealing with a new group and constantly going on runs. I wouldn't make you happy; I wouldn't have any time too." Not exactly a lie.

She steps back and looks me dead in the eye. I can tell she's hurt; her face starts to go red. Dick move Si. She suddenly steps into me, grabbing the back of my head with a firm fist and forces her mouth onto mine. She tastes like sweet mint and salty sweat. I hate to admit that it's nice to be close to someone, to touch someone. She doesn't stop kissing, and I don't stop her. I get tangled up in my own selfish shit that the thought of hurting her more turns my stomach. Trying to break free from her grasp she holds my head still shoving her tongue further down my throat. Kind of hot.

I forcefully pull her hand off the back of my head and speak harshly. "Look. That's not going to happen again, got it? I don't wanna hurt you more than I have." She looks stunned for a second then her face turns dangerously bitchy. 

"Listen here big boy, you can deny this all you want but I tasted the hunger in you just now, I'll be waiting for you when you change your mind." She smiles a devious grin and turns on the heels of her feet swinging her hips back and forth down the hallway.

I have to give that woman points, she knows what she wants. Are you blushing out of flattery?

Still a little confused as to what just happened, I turn around to see Jane Doe standing in the hallway. Fuck my goddamn life. She probably just got here and didn't see or hear that conversation with Sam I just had, right? 

She's wearing the flannel she came here in along with the pink shorts and black tank top I grabbed for her. My god, her legs! I stare in awe and I can't really muster up anything good or cool to say. "I feel like you're always behind me up to somethin." Oh my god what the fuck Simon? You're a creep now, or are you calling her a creep? I physically wince at the words as they leave my mouth.

As I prepare for her to start yelling at me again I look up at her to see a lazy half smirk conjure up onto her perfect face. Yeah this blushing shit has to stop right goddamn now. "Are you calling me a creep? First you save my life and bring me to a foreign place, and then I wake up to the ramblings of two sexually frustrated adults, which in fact turns out to be you. You can imagine my heads spinning with information."

She walks over to me, and I notice I'm holding my breath for some reason. I slowly let the air out without her noticing. "Well ah..." I don't really know what to say. While I'm searching for words she decides to break the ice. 

"What's your name?" She is so close to me, I bet she feels warm and soft. 

"It's just Simon." She just stares back at me tilting her head slightly.

 "My name is Amelia. But you can call me Amy if you'd like." Okay, I'm really trying to find something wrong with her because even her name is beautiful, and it's pissing me off because she makes me go dumb every time we speak.

 "That's uh, a really pretty name for a pretty woman, Amelia." I let her name roll off my tongue. I can have swagger.

"You're the second person to say that today. You aren't going to propose to me are you?" She says laughing. Just like that my heart sinks and a nasty knot makes its way to my throat. Well he didn't waste time now did he?

"Um, no we've just met, but get me drunk and we'll see what happens." She laughs sweetly and nudges my shoulder as if we've known each other forever.

She looks up at me with a sort of embarrassed expression and moves her hair behind her ears. "So um, look, about freaking out on you...you were just trying to help...so eh, thanks for saving my life."

"Well, ah, don't mention it. Plus, I doubt a little lady like you could actually get a leg up on me. I say with the utmost respect." I say clapping my hands together.

She looks at me with a dangerous smirk riding up on the side of her mouth. "Are you so sure about that Simon?"

I stretch a smile across my face because I've just met the lady and already made an ass outta myself. I don't wanna say that I'd have her on the ground beneath me in a second with her weapon thrown across the room. Beneath me...

"So...is there food around here? I'm really fucking hungry, and I don't really know how the points work yet." So she obviously had the sense to say no to him. Negan's probably pissed.

"Sure thing Darlin', I'll buy. And while we're at it, I'll take you on a tour of the place."

"That sounds grand."

"Hey Robyn! I'd like you to meet our newest member Amelia. Amelia, this is Robyn our head cook." I say gesturing to the both of them.

Amelia steps forward and extends her hand. "Oh please! Come here!" Robyn comes out from the kitchen and squeezes Amelia till she turns purple. Amelia makes eye contact with me and all I can do is silently laugh and raise my hands to indicate there's nothing I can do. Robyn does this with every new comer. She likes to say that everyone needs a little love in the end of the world.

Robyn is a 5 foot old woman that's been here for a few years. Her food and personality reminds me of my grandmother. "You guys are just in time for the first round of dinner; we have spaghetti made with fresh herbs we got from the new garden." Robyn serves up the proper amount for both of us and we take a seat, as the first flows of people come into the cafeteria.

Amelia scans the room full of people; I can tell she's overwhelmed by the big crowd. I wonder the last time she actually saw this many people; alive that is. "It seems like you guys have it made here. It seems like a nice place to stay for a while." She says swirling her noodles with her fork. My response should be me praising Negan for all he's done and that she would always be safe here. Which is true to a certain extent, but shit, I'm not talking him up to her.

"This place is what its name states, a Sanctuary. I helped build this place with Negan and a few others; I must say, I take some pride with that." I pause and avert my eyes from hers and shyly take a bite of my food. Okay how can I say this without seeming creepy? Whilst chewing my food I point my fork at her and casually say, "Amelia I really hope you decide to stay here, I'm sure you're going to fit in real good."

She gives a small smile in response and mimics my fork movements. "How about the rest of my tour?"

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"And here are the washrooms, which by the smell of it, looks like you need a rest stop here." I chuckle. She playfully slaps my arm and then smells her arm pits. 

Her face cringes and her cheeks flush. Now who's blushing? "Well that's embarrassing, but you're definitely right."

"No don't be embarrassed, I saw corpse guts all over your ass so..." That really just left your mouth.

"So you were looking at my unconscious ass huh?" Her tone goes serious and her face turns dark. She puts her good arm on her hip waiting for an explanation.

 "Noo! I mean yeah, but it wasn't like that!" She walks toward me and I brace myself for a slap in the face, which I guess I deserve.

She gets close to my face; I'm talking an inch away. She looks me dead in the eye and after a few long seconds she laughs in my face. "So are there towels in the showers?" I step back stunned. This woman is crazy, just like me.

 "You know you might have some of the devil in ya." I say awkwardly laughing.

"I like you Simon, a lot." She says looking up at me. Okay I'm pretty sure there's a gas leak somewhere.

"Did you hit your head when you fell from that roof? Does the good Doc need to check you out?" I touch her head looking for a bruise. I can't help myself from smiling.

"Oh shut up, I'm a grown ass adult and I can't give you a compliment?" She takes a step back and then smirks whilst lifting her hand in the air. "Look you have a good mustache that's it. It's not like I'm going to grab your face and start making out with you." She turns around and prances into the shower room. I stare back in disbelief, but I can't help myself from chuckling. She's proved in the last hour that she's open and can make me laugh. She's even more amazing than I thought. What's the catch?

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Any thoughts so far?

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Name: The Guest (The Heirloom Part 1) Chapter Synopsis: Nadja gets it into her head that she wants an heirloom (or anything) from Antipaxos. Meanwhile, Nandor is tasked with trying to bring Laszlo and Simon closer together.

Ships: this chapter: Simon/OC, Laszlo/Nadja/OC, Nadja/OC specifically rn

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Name: The Guest Chapter Synopsis: 

Simon fails to integrate with the household so quickly. Instead, Anya tries to bond with them by opening up: it falls apart.

Ships: Laszlo/OC, Laszlo/Nadja/OC, Simon/OC, Nandor/OC, but mostly Nandor/Guillermo

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smooches him once. twice. a million times.

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Name: The Guest (Behind The Farewell) Chapter Synopsis: Colin's Birthday party, Nandor attemps his super slumber, and Anya inserts herself into everyone's business...

The end of The Guest!!

Ships: this chapter: Simon/OC, OC/Nadja/Laszlo

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Name: The Guest (The Curse's Curse) Chapter Synopsis: Simon appears to give Laszlo ominous news, but perhaps with an ulterior motive - and a surprise is revealed about both Anya and Colin.

Ships: everything girl - Nandor/Guillermo, Nandor/OC, Simon/OC, Laszlo/Nadja/OC, NEW Colin/OC apparently!!

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We Are The Saviors Pt. 3

OC x Negan & Simon.

Warning: Mature. Strong language

Catch up: Amelia finds herself surround by walkers, when Simon finds her passed out and brings her to the Sanctuary.

Word count: 1,817

Chapter 3: Sleeping Beauty ( Amelia’s Perspective )

"No please don't hurt her! Please, I'll do anything." I plead.

"Amelia it's okay." She looks at me with a loving expression. "Amelia listen, I love you."

All I see is red.

I spring up from my bed, gasping for air. I look from side to side, and slowly realize that there's no one in the room. What the hell? Where am I? Everything is foggy as hell. Looking around the room, it's not very big, and the bed takes up half of it. There's a little classroom desk with a chair attached, and a small window. I sit up to look outside and pain shoots up from hip to my arm. Looking down, there is a bright pink cast attached to my arm, and I'm wearing different clothes. I briefly flash to being on a roof and hearing gun shots. The doctor--

There's a quick knock on my door and before I can even move a tall man with black hair and a peppered beard swaggers in. I mean swaggers. He's the guy that was in the doctor's office. "Good fucking morning Princess." He literally takes up this whole fucking room. He must be close to 9 feet because my whole head is turned up toward him. He's nicely dressed somehow, in a classic black leather jacket with a nice ass belt. With my fogginess I semi forgot he was an actual person that could figure out that I was staring and not speaking, taking in all of his features. He seems to know exactly what I'm thinking because a smirk seems to curl up on the right side of his mouth. Cocky.

"Negan is it?"

"Well look who's got her pretty little shit together finally." He moves over to my bed and sets a barbed wire baseball bat on the chair. My eyes follow his every move as I search his body for any other weapons as he sits at my hip. His weight pushes the bed down and gravity fucks with my hip, forcing out a little whimper.

"Oh shit sorry! My fucking bad!" he says as he scoots down toward my feet.

First he comes into my room unannounced, and now he's brought me pain. "What do you people want with me?" Control yourself...

"So she's fucking sassy, I like that in a woman" He smiles and licks his lips. I practically see the heat rising in his body. I shift back toward the wall, which hurts like a bitch but I have to keep it together.

"I mean it. I've asked this about a hundred times and it hasn't been answered. What am I doing here?" I've come to the conclusion that they aren't going to outright kill me, they bandaged me up pretty good. I've seen the look people give off when they are ready to hurt someone. So this helps me stay calm; or is it my ego thinking I know everyone?

"You should be a little more fucking grateful. My men saved your ass from a horde of corpses a week ago. Doc said you would've died if we hadn't found you." He smirks and shifts his body to become bigger looking. Paul Bunyan.

1. I've been out for a week?

2. Why am I in a room instead of the doctor's office?

3. Starting to rethink staying calm

I quickly change my expression. Take control. Forcing my gaze down I fiddle with my thumbs. "You're right, thank you for saving my life." I force a half smile. As I look up I see him just staring at me with a blank expression, moving his eyes around my face. "Negan?"

I see his eyes snap out of whatever he was thinking about as he looks at me with a soft smile "I didn't get your name yet princess."

Tell him it's Sally! Why the fuck should I give him a fake name, it's not like he can look that shit up in a database...Really, princess??

"Um it's Amelia, you can call me Amy if you'd like." 

"Are you fucking kidding me?" He chuckles but his eyes start to get darker and darker.

I lean back; he's so intimidating and scary.

You can't read him all the way yet, you aren't scared.

"Well first of all, you don't have to fucking cower when I'm around, you're safe with me. Second, you have a beautiful fucking first name; I'll be calling you that, alright kitten?" He leans in closer and almost purrs his compliments. I can already tell he thinks he's the shit. And maybe he is.

Two pet names in two minutes? Really?

Judging by his personality there's no way he isn't in charge. If he isn't in charge, he's probably plotting to kill the leader and take control. Dig a little into his skin. "So I'm guessing you're the man in charge, or was it that other man talking to me in the doctor's office?" I attempt to cross my arms, but the cast doesn't help me get the full effect.

He chuckles loudly hurting my ears. His face becomes serious and his eyes become almost black. "I'm the fucking guy in charge here. When you need anything, you come to me. Which fucking reminds me! My men used resources to save you; Carson used supplies to heal you. You fucking owe us for that." I see his mouth twitch ever so slightly and I shiver runs down my spine. 

Owe them? Waking up to fucking debt? I never liked that shit before the apocalypse. "And how exactly is that repaid?" I ask nervously.

"Well, we have a system where you work for points. That buys you food, shelter, and all the fucking necessities you could dream of." I can tell he takes great pride in his kingdom. He explains how it works like he's describing a piece of art in a gallery.

"Ok." Is all I can muster up. The memories of waking up for the first time here come back briefly. The tall man with the mustache seemed to only want to help me. It's just so hard to trust anyone anymore. Is this a start? Probably not.

All I really want to do is sleep more, even though apparently I've been in and out for a week. You've always been lazy. "What time is it?" Maybe it's almost dark and I can use it as an excuse to be left alone.

He lifts his leather sleeve to reveal an all-black watch. The way he moves his arms; like there's a million women's eyes on him at all times. He is showing off but acting all nonchalant. I start to feel a little pissed off and I don't really know why. "It's almost 2pm. Damn girl! I came in here about 3 fucking times today and you're just waking up at 2 in the fucking afternoon."

I take a gulp and mumble, "You were in my room while I was asleep?" This fucking guy.

He shifts an inch closer to me and places a hand on my leg. It takes every ounce I have not to swat that bitch away and run. I stare at my leg trying to nicely give the hint of not appreciating it being there, as I look up to him, he still has a devious smile on his face. "Well I had to be the first one to see you wake up and talk to you. Didn't want you going fucking psycho on one of my men now did I?" His eyes drift down to his hand and he pushes out his lips as if deciding on saying something.

"What is it?" I can tell he wants to say something or do something. At this point calling him on his shit can maybe break him down so I can understand my place in all of this better.

He looks at me with a hint of shock and it quickly leaves his face. Ok Mr. Poker face. "I'm fucking taken aback by your beauty. Sure there are a few hot ladies here but you're something else." He pauses again and does that lip thing and drops his gaze slightly. "How do you feel about marrying me?"

I can't stop myself from laughing in his face. His eyes lift to mine, and I shit you not, just for a split second I saw nervousness. This quickly leaves his face and turns into disbelief. Now realizing this guy could easily overpower me in a second leaves me to rethink the way this conversation is going.

"Oh I'm sorry, what?" I soften my voice and force a neutral expression. His expression changes too, something close to anger and confusion. 

"Fucking never mind!" He starts to get up and I barely catch his hand. Once again I get a shocked look spread across his face. Maybe he's just not use to people surprising him. 

"I'm sorry I didn't know you were serious, we've only just met..." He still tries to leave. "Hey! Talk to me." I squeeze his hand. Without really looking at me he walks over to his weapon and speaks.

"Look if you married me, you wouldn't need to work for points, you'd have better living corridors, and I'd keep you safe." He still refuses to look at me.

Does he always propose to a woman in the first 10 minutes of meeting her? If so, he probably has a shit ton of wives. I've always considered myself a god damn expert in human emotion. I can read people within minutes of meeting them. A warm sensation sparks in my belly. I can tell he doesn't know I see everything on his face. He's good at hiding his emotions but not that good.

I can use this...But right now I don't have the mind and soul to deal with this shit so...

I let go of his hand and press it to my head, "Look I ah, I..." I start shaking my hand that's on my forehead for extra effect. "I feel ah..." I start slowly swaying back and forth.

"Fuck...hey take it easy." He comes back around to my bed and takes my head and waist and slowly lowers me back down to a laying position. My face is buried in his chest, and I got to say, he smells really nice. Who smells good in the apocalypse? Who are these people? Suddenly remembering how I must smell makes me cringe.

He brushes my hair back and glides his hand over my cheek. I shut my eyes as if I'm falling asleep. "Sleep now princess." He says in a low huff. For a moment he lowers his head and I feel his hot breath on my forehead. I fight the urge to open my eyes to scare him off, when suddenly I hear the door softly click behind him. I have so many questions but my mind wants to shut the hell down. 

They saved me, and then proposed to me. I must be in a coma.

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