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[renabunss]

A few drawings that I haven't shared from recently!!

Haven't had much time to draw recently. I've been doing so much family stuff, it's actually shocking 🐤

[kalastirling]

New Fanfic Idea!

So uh, I’ve never really written a fanfic before, but I AM SO EXCITED TO ANNOUNCE I WILL BE WRITING ONE!! It will feature Varian (Tangled the Series) in the My Hero Academia universe! He will have a Quirk and his family…is…uh…not gonna be talked about for awhile 😅

Hawks will be featured a LOT. He is kinda like a fly-by guardian 😂

[jendoe]

tagged by @nightbloodraelle to make some ocs in this picrew! thank you MWAH...

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[shxwmaster]

fun fact, if you've interacted with mathias for long enough, there's a high chance he has assigned a bird to you in his head.

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[sulky-valkyrie]

Happy Fridayyyyy my love

For DADWC, "You can drop the act with me." 500 words challenge ;) And bonus points for fenders, naturally

500 words on the dot of some pre-Fenders for youuuuuuu! for @dadrunkwriting screenshot snagged from this video

Another day, another set of madcap errands around Kirkwall.  Anders sat down on a crate outside Arianni's house as he and Fenris waited for her to finish telling her that Feynriel wouldn't be coming home.  They'd freed him from Varian and his men, but an untrained apostate haunted by demons even in the waking world would be dead within a week.  It was unsettling to be responsible for tearing yet another mage family apart, but this, at least, was Fenyriel's choice.  Why Fenris was here, however, was a different kind of unsettling; a puzzle Anders thought he finally knew the solution to.  "You can drop the act with me."

Fenris glanced over his shoulder.  "What act?"

"That you don't care."  Anders waved his hand vaguely.  "About other people.  You know, justice."

"Justice is a myth," Fenris snapped, then snorted.  "The one out there at least.  I'm fully aware your… passenger exists."

Anders pursed his lips.  "That's a fucking lie and you know it."

"Is it now?" he asked in that neutral tone that aggravated Anders more than actual shouting.  

It was like arguing with a brick wall, but Anders was too stubborn to stop throwing himself against it.  "Why kill Danzig if you didn't think it mattered?  Why kill Kelder, hm?  If it's not for justice, isn't it just straight up murder?"

Fenris didn't move, but somehow his posture looked more rigid.  Angry.  "I am a murderer.  Many times over.  Another body changes nothing."  

"So it doesn't matter that killing them saved others?"

"Likely not," Fenris answered.  "There will always be more like them.  I could rip out a hundred hearts like theirs and two hundred would take their place within a fortnight.  There is no justice in that."

Anders stood back up and walked around to face him.  Fenris' expression was weary and completely at odds with the indifference of his tone, as if he was discussing the weather, not slavery.  "This is exactly what I mean," he said softly.  "I know how much it hurts to care, believe me.  To admit something matters to you more than yourself."

"You know nothing about me," Fenris growled.  

Even a few weeks ago, the menace in his voice would have driven Anders to reach for his staff or pull on the Fade, ready to defend himself, potentially with extreme prejudice.  Now though, he knew better.  Fenris' hostility wasn't for him.  Not really.  It was for anyone and anything that threatened what little comfort he'd managed to claw into a life for himself.  "Maybe not," Anders agreed.  "But if it doesn't matter, why the void are you here?  Helping anyone at all?"

"Because Hawke asked."  Fenris shrugged.  "I owe her much."

"But how is that not a kind of justice?"  Anders asked, sympathy evaporating.  

He looked up, eyes bright with fury. "This is my choice, no Maker's design, no spirits.  Mine.  There may be none out there, but in here –" he thumped his hand against his armor loudly "– I honor my debts."

[rulerzreachf4n7]

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Ermm I have around like...TEN CATS 😭🙏... three inside, two outside including a mom with like four baby cats...and two other cats...yeah that's about ten cats in total...eleven if you count this one orange cat but he doesn't come often

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[silverwingborn-moved]

Several sets of eyes glance at the newcomer, some annoyed at the disturbance while the others indifferent. At the stage of the gather stand several older Nephilim, one currently front and center as the spoke to the flock. It is dangerous for so many of the damned souls to gather in one place, but news had traveled fast and summoned the flocks this meeting. It is a small celebration, but also a memorial for the members lost in recent months.

Off to the side a short-haired brunette, female Nephil glances over at the man, her blue-grey hues eyeing him with interest. Waving a hand to him, she ushers him over to join her. "Shhh, keep your voice down. They're announcing the loss of several flocks to the east and south right now." Speaking in a hushed tone, the Nephil offers a slight smile. "I'll update ya on what you missed after it's over."

@silverwingborn

"Looks like I stumbled in on some sort of gathering. Don't mind me...just uh, the last to get the memo, is all." He comments with a lacks tone and manner of speaking, followed by a light friendly chuckle.

[casuallivi]

Yellow Carnations

I’ll admit elriel is more of a background here, since this is part of my Her Ladyship's Garden collection, where I tell little stories about Elain. Set post ACOSF. Word count: 2016

For Elriel Month 2023. Prompt 3: Happy Solstice @elriel-month

The High Lord confident steps halted as he passed by them, a frown marring his face.

“You are here.”

Elain lifted her eyes from the tome she was reading, dark circles in her pale face, her freckles less prominent now that she spent less time under the sun.

“Am I not aloud anymore?”

“Don’t be silly,” he recovered quickly, “I’m surprised to see you home, that’s all.” Too late. The oddness of his initial tone sent her alert.

Elain watched Rhysand like a hawk. She could now interpret all the subtle changes in his posture, the quirk in his lips when he came across information he found relevant, the twitch in his left ear when his attention was actually settle in a different conversation than the one he was having, the slight grind of his molars when the information was not to his liking, the unguarded rub off his chin when he found something amusing. Amren was right. Translation was a game of patient, its own brand of art. Observe a language for long enough, and you'll find the patterns. Observe a male for long enough, and you'll find his weaknesses.

“Early day?”

“Late night.” Amren corrected.

The night began in the opulent dinner table, where they had more space to work. As the hours went by and their eyes grow tired, they moved to the sofa, seeking a bit of comfort, later sitting on the rug, cushion spread all over the place. Now the sun was high in the sky.

Amren slouched back on her hand, sipping wine from her enchanted gold goblet that never emptied. Her latest gift from Varian. “Sunshine here, is surprisingly good with languages. I’m thinking of keeping her.”

Cunning violet eyes scanned the mess spread on the center table, crinkling the smallest bit at the corner while he exchanged a silent conversation with Amren. Elain pretend not go notice the use of his daemanti powers.

“Is that so. Had I known that earlier I’d not have let you move out. It's good to have reliable people close by." He grinned at her, joking. Elain had no doubt he was trying to mask the truth with pleasantry.

Rhysand was not happy with her decision to leave. Not when he and Feyre went above and beyond to build her a room that could rival a small house. It was certainly bigger than the cabin they lived in. A cage was still a cage, no matter how big the antechamber was. She smiled at him.

“A lady never tells.”

“Is that another of your human costumes?”

“No. A feminine one.” She could not help but notice how his smile did not reach his eyes.

“Well, best of luck, ladies. Don’t let Amren drink on an empty stomach. She gets cranky.” He waved them goodbye.

Amren squinted at Elain, as if daring her to take her goblet. Elain only rolled her eyes. The people in this household had a level of love and tolerance for alcohol that she could not understand. More than once she witnessed Cassian downing entire barrels, by himself, and still remember vivid details of the night. It was mesmerizing and worrisome.

Their books were staked in high piles in a vain attempt to gain space. It was no use. The surface was covered with a variety of tomes written in a dead tongue, accompanied by dictionaries and encyclopedias. Although her fingers were cramping from the long hours spend writing, Elain used the piles to her advantage, the books creating a makeshift hideout. With the help of her acute fae-sight, Elain caught a view to Rhysand's map room, Cassian and Azriel already inside, their back to her, waiting on their High Lord.

Azriel.

Her heart ache at the sight of him. Sleep hardly came by these days, her mind too busy in replaying the moment he rejected her. Elain did not even had the luxury of remaining his friend, for Azriel made his presence scarce, shutting her down completely. No more walks along the Sidra, no more sitting by the garden, no more exquisite seeds left in the shed, no more tiny trinkets from his trips, no more shopping at Rainbow, no more breakfasts at the breaking of the day, no more sage carefully applied to the cuts in her hands. Azriel was gone.

Yet, he had come to see her father.

Every month Elain visited her father’s grave. Taking her time to tend to his tombstone, pluck the weed that insisted in climbing the stone, replacing his flowers with fresh one, gently polishing the jaded letters forming his name while murmuring new memories made by her and her sisters. Sometimes they went with her – Feyre more than Nesta – whether they choose to go or not, there was someone who never failed to accompany her, standing with his hands clasped behind his back, wings tucked tight, keeping a respectful distance at the foot of the hill. The first time she voiced her wish to visit her father, back when her family was still careful of her mood swings, Feyre volunteered to take her. To their surprise, Azriel was waiting for them outside, implying his High Lady flying skills were not good enough to carry others. Feyre gasped at the audacity, threatening to punish him with frontier duty, and Elain thought it was endearing how he hide his smile behind her tresses.

When the following month came, Elain descended the stairs to find him waiting in the foyer, a placid smile in place. They exchanged no words as he took her basket, safekeeping it in a pocket of shadows, and off they went. Another ritual was born of silent agreement, as all the ones created before it, because that’s how they worked, inexplicably attuned to each other.

Or so she thought.

The solstice mistake haunted her all day long, Elain returning to her sleepless nights, mind running a thousand miles, recreating every interaction she ever shared with Azriel, cataloging all the touches and glances and suggestions of something else. Something more. No matter how hard she thought, the conclusion was the same: Azriel felt for her as she did for him. Then why, why, reject her? Elain rubbed a hand under her breast, caressing her ribs, disappointment settling over her very bones. It saddened her that she was used to people validating her bond more than her, but to have Azriel doing the same was like having her heart ripped out of her chest. Again. She tossed and turned in her bed. Maybe it was for the best. If she was just another woman, they would have freedom to explore their relationship, but she wasn't, and things were complicated. Elain was tired of complications. Perhaps she could use this event to distance herself as well, easier to bury her feeling. As Nesta's romance books said; out of sight, out of mind.

The problem was Azriel didn't get the memo, reappearing when she finally settled her mind in forgetting him, therefore ruining her plan.

To see Azriel standing outside the River House, waiting for her, after the solstice fiasco, was a bucket of cold water putting out the fire of her resolution. Damn him. No, she would not go with him. He had been avoiding her like the plague, forgone their friendship as if she was nothing, disappeared from her life without giving her a proper reason, a goodbye. Elain had more self-respect than giving him a free pass after all he had done. She’d rather walk all the way to the mountain than submitting herself to be in the company of a man who called her a mistake.

That's what she told herself as she looped her arms around his neck, Azriel taking up to the sky seconds later. Elain was a fool for love. Elain was a fool for Azriel. She could barely focus on cleaning the grave, apologizing to her father and promising to come another day to talk properly. Contrary to her other visits, the was no placid smile waiting for her downhill. His silence was different now, tense, guarded, as if he was stopping himself from spilling words. It made her jittery. When he brought her home, Elain could swear he tightened his hold on her, burring his nose in her hair before settling her back on her feet. Her heart thundered the entire time.

Her stare meet the one of her brothers-in-law, Rhysand noticing her watching. He winked at her, the door closing with a hit of night-kissed power.

A powerful, heavy, slap hit the back of her head, jerking her body forward, her breast hitting the corner of the center table.

“Focus.” Elain straighten herself, rubbing her aching tits. Her eyes remained fixed at the door. The scent of jasmine thickened, burning the oxygen in the air.

“Amren.”

“No talking.”

"Listen,"

“Girl, I do not care for how cauldron-blessed you are, if you do not concentrate, I'll smack you with that book.”

The threat did not detained Elain. She had long learned to identify the humors of the small female sitting beside her. Despite her words, Amren was calm and relaxed, carefully translating the parchment in front of her with her dubious calligraphy. Elain’s expression was a block of stone, showing nothing of the havoc in her mind, a swirling of thoughts she had avoided for a long time taking a hold of her tongue, obliging her to ask a question she had never dared to voice out loud.

“What if his mate comes?” The scribbling stopped, the metal tip of Amren’s feather pen piercing the pager.

Goddamn tears rimmed her eyes again, and Elain couldn’t know if they were from anger or frustration. Or sadness. Elain was so tired of crying. She rubbed them off.

“What if she comes for him. For Varian.”

The pen broke under the strength of her hold, dark blue ink smearing the translation. The hairs in Elain's arm stood up, her senses getting alert to the scent of danger spreading in the air. Then it was gone, masked with perfection. Amren scrunched the paper carelessly, throwing it over her shoulder.

“It won’t happen.” she said with conviction.

“It can happen.”

“It won’t.”

Elain shook her head, placing her book down. She knew denial when she saw it; had learned to identify it in the mirror.

“You don’t know that. She can be out there, and at some point, they might meet,”

The slam of a fist cut her words, shaking the table, splintered wood forming veins in the dark wood. Grey eyes smoldered, a snarl escaping the ferocious female. Amren snapped her head towards Elain, her grin savage, her words hushed and deadly.

“Then be my guest and try me.” Another fae would have flinched, instinct urging then to cower in front of the great predator snarling at their face. Elain did not balk, did not blink, she faced the other female head on, cunning brown eyes tracking the passionate possessivity hiding behind the maddening outburst. “Do I look like I give a fuck about some fae-made mystical rope of destiny? I’m not from this world, girl. Where I come from, you want something, you take it. I wanted this world, I wanted this body, and I want that male. Varian is mine, and mine alone. Mine. If someone, anyone, thinks they can steal him from me, they are welcome to try.”

She slammed the book into Elain’s chest.

“Stop spouting nonsense and finish this shit.”

In her heart of heart, Elain had always thought that being made gave them a sort of comradery, but seeing the ferocity in Amren’s eyes today proved they shared more similarities than the middle Archeron imagined. She took a deep breath, purging all the other scents lingering in the house to focus in one and one alone, when she found it, Elain breathed it in, holding it down in her lungs the longest she could, exhaling it slowly.

You want something, you take it.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Elain returned to her book. Amren’s words ringing in her ears. Maybe the former angel of death was put in the seer’s way to teach her more than dead languages.

[notsweettblr]

Never Have I Ever with Tim Drake, Varian, and Adrien Agreste pt. 4 I think

(We’re going to ignore the fact that I’ve formatted it differently every time)

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Tim: *reading* “Never Have I Ever emotionally manipulated someone.”

Adrien: *holds up “Never Have I Ever” That’s my dad’s job.

Varian: *holds up “I Have”* And that hawk guy.

Tim: *holds up “I Have” But aren’t they the same person?

Adrien: …

Varian: …

Tim: …ah.

Tim: You did not know this.

Adrien: w h a t

[fluff-a-nutter]

De-Stressing

((Lee Varian & Ler Rapunzel. Shippers DNI))

Varian had been stressed. With helping out around home and his Royal Engineer duties, his mind felt like it was running at the speed of light. Usually he loved that feeling, but at this point he was terribly stressed out. And when he got stressed out enough then he got something else that occupied his mind- a massive lee mood. It was like his mind new the only way he could properly was relax was to get the shit tickled out of him. So when Rapunzel asked him to join her while she painted he had hoped it would serve as a distraction from the persistent lee mood and tickle thoughts.

That was up until he saw the brushes and all he could think about was how badly they would tickle. He could not keep his eyes off the damn things as they created colorful, even strokes along Rapunzels canvas.

“Hey, Varian why don’t you join me! I could use a hand!” Rapunzel called beckoning her little brother over with a smile.

Oh shit.

“Uh….y-yeah sure Rapunzel.” Don’t think about twords, don’t think about twords, don’t think about twords!

That was the only thought that circled Varian’s brain while he started painting with Rapunzel. He was so deep in thought that he didn’t notice the Queen casually raise her brush and stroke the side of his neck until it was too late.

With a squeal, Varian nearly leapt from his seat and turned to face the smirking woman.

“Rapunzel!” He whined.

“What? Don’t think I haven’t noticed how distracted you are. I think you need a good tickling.”

Varian opened and shut his mouth a few times before nodding, blushing profusely.

“Y-yes please.” Rapunzel giggled.

“Why don’t you go lie down with your arms up.” Varian couldn’t stop the giddy squeak from escaping his lips while he laid himself down on Rapunzel’s bed and eagerly raised his arms, watching her like a hawk. It seemed to him that she was taking her sweet time getting ready.

Giggling, Rapunzel eased herself over to pin Varian down.

“You ready?” Varian nodded his head vigorously already giggling. He started squirming when the Queen began gently tracing along his sides, his ribs, pausing here and there to scribble and poke at a particular sensitive area, before digging into his tummy unexpectedly. With a shriek of delighted laughter Varian bucked violently.

“AHAHAHAAH RAHAHAPUNZEL!! IT TIHIHICKLES!”

“Well, duh silly! You asked me for this!”

Varian couldn’t decide if he was in heaven or hell. Either way, it was helping him relax. So when Rapunzel stopped, he flashed her a confused pout.

“Why’d you stop? I wasn’t ready.” Rapunzel smirked.

“Oh trust me, I’m not done yet.” With a jolt of giddy delight Varian felt his top being pushed up.

“You know, Varian. If you weren’t so ticklish you would be a great canvas. I could just glide my brushes over this beautiful, freckled tummy of yours and make a lovely painting.” Varian squeaked and hid his face in his hands at the teases.

“Dohohon’t teaheahease!”

Rapunzel grinned and raised a clean, extra tickly brush.

“In fact, I don’t need paint!”

Before Varian knew it, he felt the soft bristles of a paint brush gliding across his stomach and a clawed hand mercilessly scribbling his ribs. And holy fuck it tickled!

“GYAHAHAHAHA! YOHOHOHOHOU MEANIE! THAT’S SO BAHAHAHAD!”

Rapunzel gasped, feigning offense.

“Meanie?! Oh, how dare you insult your Queen that way!” Varian screeched when he felt another brush dip into his navel. It was one of the most ticklish things he had ever felt. Squirming and thumping his feet, Varian lost himself in laughter as the brushes covered his bare stomach with almost unbearable tickly sensations.

“Tickle, tickle tickle~” Cooed Rapunzel using a larger brush across Varian’s tummy, while using a smaller brush to tickle round and round his navel occasionally flipping one over and using the other end to poke along Varian’s ribs and tummy.

“RAHAHAHAPUNZEHEHEHEL!”

“Mhm?”

“NOHOHOHO TEAHEAHEAHEAHEASING!”

“What? No teasing? But it’s so much fun! Look at you all bright and giggly all from a few paintbrushes!”

Varian shrieked with joyful laughter. His stomach aching from laughter. But in a good way.

Rapunzel was also enjoying herself greatly. It warmed her heart seeing her little brother so happy and carefree.

“GYAHAHAHAHAHA! ENOUHOUHOUHOUGH! AHAHAHAHAPLES! AHAHAHAHAPLES!!”

Hearing the safe word, Rapunzel pulled the brushes away with a smile.

“Feeling better?”

“Yeaheheah. Thanks Raps.”

The Queen smiled and gently rubbed the phantom tingles from Varian’s tummy, being careful not to accidentally tickle him again.

“Anytime, little brother, anytime.”

[kalastirling]

Fanfic

Okay you guys, I have made 3 very short chapters, making it to 1,000 word count!

If y’all are even the slightest bit interested in my mundane writing, here’s the link. FYI the first chapter is not even a chapter, it’s like a writers note thingy.

I feel like Varian may end up like that…

[zonerobotnik]

Why do you care so much for the Saporians.

Because I see the potential in their story that was only vaguely hinted at. There were two Kingdoms, they were at war. Why? We don't know. They supposedly united into one, but there's a ruined castle near the Sundrop Monument in season 3 and no mention of the Royal Family. On the big unification celebration day, there is only one banner; Corona's. Where is Saporia's? Why is "Saporia" spoken with such vitriol? Why would General Shampanier stop fighting when she saw King Herz Der Sonne's confession if she wasn't even reading it before that point? She was already in, she didn't need the map. Why are the Seperatists so angry? Could it be because the love story is a lie, General Shampanier was a prisoner of war and Corona DESTROYED SAPORIA?

I love the Saporians because I hate how the show only used them as bit-part villains when they have so much to them. They invent, they have magic, they're forced to live in hiding, I wish we got to see more of them and to see what Varian saw, how he got to be so comfortable with them, the moment Clementine told him about when she watched Rapunzel and Cassandra play with her cart and accidentally erase Rapunzel's memories, which was CLEARLY alluded to by them smirking at each other before drawing Rapunzel's attention to the wand! I want to know why Varian felt perfectly comfortable with Andrew and Clementine in his lab, but every time Rapunzel or anyone in her friend group is in his lab he watches them like a hawk and gets nervous and can't relax. I want to know why Andrew didn't just drop Varian over the side and instead hesitated for ten seconds, maybe longer if Pascal didn't slam into him, and then DIDN'T LET HIM DROP AND INSTEAD HELD ON TIGHTER TO PULL HIM BACK ONBOARD WHEN HE GOT KNOCKED OVER.

There is SO much to them, and we only saw a glimpse. And I hate it, and so I make it my personal mission to expand their lore.

Why were they at war? According to my lore, Zhan Tiri manipulated Herz Der Sonne to attack Saporia and Saporia fought back. General Shampanier fighting him was her trying to get through to someone she thought was a friend.

Why did Zhan Tiri cause it? Because Saporia was protecting the Sundrop Flower like the Dark Kingdom protected the Moonstone Opal. Someone pointed out that Saporia's sigils resemble the Sundrop Flower, open in the original sigil and budded in the Seperatists of Saporia sigil, and this strongly supports my lore.

Why did Andrew call himself Hubert? Because Cassandra demanded his "real name" at swordpoint and he gave her the name of a character from a Saporian children's tale. Every other time he shows up, he is "Andrew".

Why did Andrew not kill Varian? Because he actually CARED about him.

What happened to the Royal Family? They fled with who they could when they got attacked and Andrew is the last Crown Prince of Saporia.

[the-second-moon]

wip update - continuing to live for the possibilities of dorian in kirkwall during da2

“Hey, I have something that’ll cheer you up,” Hawke says. “Turns out your old friend Varian was carrying a gift for us.” He lifts a hefty coin purse whose contents jangle with promise. “Ta-da! Charity pays after all.”

“As long as you mix in some murder and robbery, anyway,” Dorian says.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Hawke says. “It’s not robbery once they’re dead.”

“You taking a moral stance here, Your Highness?” Varric asks. “Because I’ll take your cut if you’ve got a problem with it.”

“A problem? With wanton murder of my own countrymen? Perish the thought,” Dorian says. “That's practically our national pastime.”

[carebooks]

What would you think if Chloe and Audrey heard rumours about the way they were going to be portrayed in Astruc’s new movie, so they went back to Paris in an unsuccessful attempt to stop the movie from being completed? Then an evilized villain (maybe a wishmaker-like villain or maybe even a villain that's unrelated to the butterfly miraculous) caused Chloe and Zoe to switch bodies somehow, and nobody fully understands what's going on, so Zoe (in Chloe's body) is taken by Audrey back to New York, despite Zoe desperately trying to explain things. But Chloe enters a fugue state (heavily due to trauma caused by the neglect of her parents) and genuinely thinks she's Zoe, and is even able to recall many of the things Zoe did due to being in Zoe's body. The class thinks “Zoe's” change in behavior is due to the psychological effects of method acting, since “Zoe” is playing Chloe in Astruc's new movie, but they gradually convince “Zoe” to let them help her relearn how to be “herself” again.

Zoe is not able to gain access to Chloe's memories while in Chloe's body, because unlike Chloe, Zoe knows she's in the wrong body. In New York, Zoe is trying to get back to Paris, but when she gets there, “Zoe” thinks she’s there to try to hurt Marinette. Eventually, after listening to “Chloe”, Marinette starts to suspect that “Chloe” might be telling the truth, so she decides that she must test “Chloe” and “Zoe”. She fakes being in danger to see how they react. “Zoe” reacts slightly faster than “Chloe”, so Marinette comes to the conclusion that “Chloe” is lying and that “Chloe” has an evil and manipulative plan. Marinette thinks that “Chloe” must have picked up a few tricks from Lila, because she thinks no version of Chloe could possibly react faster than Zoe when it comes to protecting her. So Audrey takes “Zoe” back to New York again to “correct” her after “Zoe” fails to convince anyone of the truth.

10 years later, “Zoe” gets seriously injured after fighting a villain when Ladybug isn’t around, which causes “Zoe” to not have long to live. Then Ladybug accidentally stumbles upon the truth about “Zoe” while trying to help “Zoe” using magical powers. Ladybug decides that the moral thing to do is to switch Chloe and Zoe back to their original bodies. Once Zoe gets her body back, she blames Chloe for her impending death and for leaving her with 10 years of loneliness, while Chloe got off scot-free. When Lila gets defeated, Zoe steals the Butterfly Miraculous to get her hands on Ladybug and Catnoir’s miraculouses, hoping to “make things right”. Zoe gets defeated by the heroes (including Chloe, who has gotten her memories back) and Ladybug manages to cure Zoe’s injuries.

I think that’s one hell of a plot. Damn.

I had to reread a bunch because I kept forgetting the switch but anyway, I say go for it if you want to write it! A good person becoming a villain, a friend at that, is one of the most interesting tropes. It’s like old school Greek tragedies of lost love and betrayal. It hits so much harder when you love the character. Like Varian from Tangled or Prof. X and Magneto having been friends first before they were enemies. Someone like Doc Ock who started out as a mentor to Peter Parker, a friend, but was taken over by his own invention. Hal Jordan and Sinestro, “That���s the tragedy about all this, Jordan. Hal, we’ll always be friends.”

It hits so much harder that Zoe would become a villain, more so than Monarch/Hawk Moth whatever you wanna call him because he’s always been this villain in our eyes. Even as Adrien’s dad, Gabriel Agreste was a villain. But we like Zoe. (at least I do, I can’t speak for the entire fandom). We know Zoe’s a good person, a good Queen Bee, a good friend to our heroes. So to see her end up as the main villain would be very interesting storytelling.

[jannymorningstar]

My latest project, a Skyrim x Dragon Age Inquisition crossover fanfic featuring my Dragonborn OC as the Herald of Andraste/Inquisitor

(Featuring appearances & mentions of my canon characters from previous games: Varian Surana the Hero of Ferelden, and Elsie Hawke the Champion of Kirkwall)

Iron Bull x OC as well! (Hints of Serana x Krem & Josephine x OC as well)