#sooo some backstory

[rosie-b]

🦮 fill this empty space (ask game)

(link to the summary)

This turned out to be... longer than a snippet, and like the summary, angstier than I expected. It's been that kind of week ig! But there's a promising ending because I needed one :)

It had been a warm summer day when the old Marinette died.

The new Marinette woke up surrounded by golden light, soft, green grass, and the soft murmurings of a stream in northern France. It was perhaps the best way for her rebirth to happen, in a calm, relaxing environment far from the place she somehow knew was home.

She met her family there. They already knew her, and called her "maman," or "ma femme," or "my lady."

Marinette was no one's lady. She never had been, but according to video evidence and the testimony of her husband and children and best friend, that was one of the many roles her past self had filled.

Marinette did not know how to fill any of those old roles anymore. But because of the secret, magical way she'd chosen to lose her memories, she couldn't let anyone know this fact. She had to study years worth of business lessons in mere weeks, preparing for her return to Paris and the international company she would soon be in charge of running again.

At least her past self had accounted for this new Marinette's incompetence. But no one else seemed to see that she wasn't the same woman she had been once, back when a kwami lived in her purse and villains of the day (and year) kept plaguing Paris.

Adrien, the man past-Marinette had married, professed to still be in love with her. He saw some of the differences between the new Marinette and the old one, but claimed they weren't nearly as big as Marinette thought they were. And he chose to spend most of his time around her, so maybe he was right. He whispered praises for each small thing she did, both when they were alone and in public; took the time to learn her new habits; made her fresh coffee for when she woke up two hours after he did; stayed out of her bed to help her feel comfortable.

Marinette could see why her past self had loved him. It was something both halves of her were beginning to share, a love for this man who found a way to bring joy to her life even when it had been turned upside down.

But it didn't change the fact that the new Marinette was not the same woman he'd married. That fact was written into the vows Adrien and the past Marinette had exchanged; the way they had split up their chores; the daily schedule that Adrien still remembered while the new Marinette did not.

To Marinette, this new self of hers was nothing more than a facade made to cover the void her past self had left behind. She was thirty years old and as empty inside as a newborn baby, with no memories to guide her through this unfamiliar world.

Marinette was an icon, the magazines said. A paragon of virtue in an age of corruption, one half of both Paris' favorite couples, a woman who managed to be a world-famous CEO and an attentive mother at the same time.

That wasn't the new Marinette's reality. She didn't even know her children's middle names, though she was learning their favorite desserts, sports, and hobbies.

Most days, it was like learning a foreign language, and it felt just as isolating when she got something wrong or tried to remember something she thought she knew but actually didn't. Sometimes, this new life of hers was crushing, a drain on her already empty self, taking the last bit of Marinette out of her.

But not always.

As out of place as Marinette felt in her own life, the people in it still felt right somehow. They'd been there for her when she woke up; they were there to hug and comfort her when she cried in the night, to help teach her about her own life and tell her about theirs, and to listen when she said she felt different. They loved her, that much was clear, and they promised to love her no matter which Marinette she was; the old one with all her memories or the new one just fumbling through life.

And somehow, even though she claimed not to feel anything more for them than for other strangers at first, Marinette still loved them back. Their presence soothed the ache she felt in her chest, the one she felt when she couldn't remember, and she found herself more than missing them when they weren't there. She looked forward to hearing about their day, to learning their middle names; she held on to the facts they told her about themselves like sweet gifts of gold and honey, like they were all she needed to survive, to fill the empty space her memories had left behind.

The new Marinette was not the old one, and she never would be.

But maybe that was okay. The new Marinette had her own space, too; it began here, in this remote, rural town near the seashore, and it would expand back to Paris, to the place where the old Marinette had lived.

Marinette's home had always been her family, the people she loved. That was something she knew without having to remember it, and something she was more sure of every day.

So she studied the journals her past self had written, re-learned how to design, baked bread beside Adrien, sang songs with her children and stayed by their side. If her mind was an empty slate, then she was going to fill it with love, the same love she'd chosen before and was choosing again.

And someday, this new Marinette would feel whole again.

Thanks for the ask! I hope you enjoyed <3

[sheepthatgobaa]

Artblock hit me like a truck and in honor of defeating it here's a shitpost

[south-park-dimensions]

mmm I know I shouldn't ask this is probably deep lore but, how did fastpass get used to this "new normal(dimension)" and since when did it happen (a few years but an exact number)?

(One day I’ll have a concrete design for this thing sjbdjd)

[i-suc-at-art]

HAHAHAHAH IM SO NORMAL ABOUT THISSS

hear me out, animatic, 3 parter, for 2 of the videos, all to TØP music

“I uncovered minecraft’s greatest secret”- Backslide

“I broke into minecraft’s most secure Prison”- Vignette

Idk if there will be others but when i first listened to the album i literally had visions of them in SAD-ist animation style to the songs.. SO maybe one day this will happen im not making promises bc I AM NOT an animator, and im in school rn soooooo ahhahahaha

[veveisveryuncool]

something something birth of a fallen angel

kirbytober day 8: crystal/enemy

[lazycranberrydoodles]

“red is DEFINITELY my color”

happy pride to bryce tankthrust, brandon rogers and co. in thrust we trust 🇺🇸 / follow if you love to see a girlboss abandoning her morals

[baeshijima]

nothing is more soul crushing than finding out pages and pages worth of fic planning is permanently gone and deleted from any recovery/storage space bc it was something probably deleted from at least 2 years ago 🧍‍♀️

[aretarers]

one thing i've always really (personally) disliked is headcanons/theories that like... take a character whose origins are purposely left unexplained and gives them this really intricate, plot-relevant background, ESPECIALLY if it's a villain and they're given a tragic backstory. like don't get me wrong! i love a villain with a tragic backstory as much as the next guy! but sometimes a villain is better off as just some random cunt

[venominmypizza]

Here's some recent sketches!! I've not been able to draw a lot this month especially finishing pieces because inspiration has been inexistent

[puhpandas]

reblog with your worst fears about what could come from hw2

[hershelwidget]

wait hang on

HANG ON

DO YOU SEE MY VISION

[v-arbellanaris]

under the cut in case tags are broken but spoilers for the game & fandom crit

i rly think some of you are just rancid for no reason btw. like i just think if u look at a queer man LI who is a canonical victim of abuse - inc sexual abuse, and the story does not shy away from it & the ramifications of that - and a deep, rich, layered story about regaining autonomy and healing and personal liberty and trying to forgive yourself for all the horrible things that you did & were while you were abused (that you were a Real monster for) and all you have to say about it is "ugh another fucking white LI ofc you're all into him" like... idk. i dont think the problem is the fact that he's white. i think there's something wrong with YOU.

[prophecyofgray]

something about tedlassoposting on tumblr dot com is so incredibly funny to me. however Holy Fucking Shit this show makes me feel the shrimp color spectrum of emotion i just watched the penultimate ep and i was hyperventilating for half of it and now i feel like theres a little hamster running around in my stomach

[ajdrawshq]

oh okay so one more question. I did not realize start again and isat were separate things on steam what is the relationship between those two like well it says prologue but I am confusion

OH yeah thats a thing.. to be real i havent played or watched a playthrough of start again yet (i found one (1) earlier while searching for some kinda guide) so im not entirely sure what kind of context it gives to the main game, i just know it came out before isat itself and IS related but from what little ive seen i dont even know how it fits in with isat's canon, so .. its not that its not important (probably) but u definitely dont Need to play it to get a good and full experience out of isat itself if that makes sense ?

[scribblyshipping]

I hope I feel a bit better about my tadc f/os by the time the second episode comes out because I’ve been getting nearly sick with anxiety thinking about what could happen to them

[hanaaria]

creating a new dnd character is so fun like what the fuck