I Have No Idea What I Owe At This Point So Here, Have A Starter Call . Multis Specify A Muse Please!

sexy character concept to me: liars who lie & perform and when they are told to stop performing they start lying in a different way and you try to get to the bottom of the layers upon layers of half-truths to find The Truth and when you think you’ve finally gotten to it it’s a blank piece of paper that says 404 not found

            ❝   That  makes  one  of  us,  then  …   ❞  𝐂𝐇𝐋𝐎𝐄'𝐒  𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄  𝐈𝐒  𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍  𝐀  𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄  𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐅𝐔𝐋.  She  isn't  usually  so  self-deprecating,  but  at  this  point  she  can't  get  much  lower.  It  was  only  by  an  embarrassing  amount  of  begging  that  her  papa  hadn't  shipped  her  and  her  mother  off  to  London  in  the  end  —  though  Maman  had  left;  as  she  always  did  when  things  didn't  go  her  way  and  only  returning  when  it  suited  her.  It  took  a  long  time,  but  Chloe  realises  now  that  she'll  never  get  her  mother's  approval,  or  be  her  perfect  carbon  copy.  And  for  the  first  time,  Chloé's  okay  with  that.

            Chloé  carefully  cups  her  hands  around  the  kwami  as  she  flits  closer.  It  feels  good  —  warm,  even  —  to  know  that  Pollen  believes  in  her.  Even  if  she  doesn't  quite  believe  in  herself  yet.  ❝   You're  my  only  friend  now,  Pollen.  I...  I  need  your  help.   ❞

❝ ━ My Queen ... ❞ Pollen's voice, normally as robust as anyone's worthy of her power, is soft. She presses her hands together - only hesitating for a moment before hovering closer. No matter what has transpired, what has befallen Paris, Pollen can feel it : that honey-warm glow that drenches the connection between kwami and holder.

❝ I would never hate you ! I have only ever been proud to fight alongside you. I believe - I know that we can accomplish something good, still. Together ! ❞

❛ The point of Heroes' Day is for you to do something good for someone, Chloé, not your money. ❜ Marinette lets out a sigh, shakes her head, and gives an exaggerated roll of her eyes. Despite her exasperation, she strides forward to link an arm through Chloé's with a wry smile. ❛ Come on, think of someone you want to do something nice for. I'll help you. ❜

( unprompted asks / always accepting !! )

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃. Not because Chloé didn't want to do something nice, but because — in all honesty — she didn't think anyone would believe she was sincere. She had been trying, really trying, lately to turn it around. She wasn't perfect ( as much as she liked to pretend she was ), and she had definitely stumbled along the way, but she liked to think she had made a little progress in mending the bridges she had burned. Chloé just hoped everyone else saw it that way.

Her scowl softened a little, morphing into something like defeat as she slumped forward with her head bowed. If someone had told her a year ago that she and Marinette Dupain-Cheng would end up being somewhat friends, she would have laughed. Long and loud. Yet, here they were, and Marinette hadn't begrudged her for her mishaps as Chloé tried to make amends.

❝ But — ❞ Everyone likes getting gifts! is what she wanted to say. Whenever she was sad or upset — which, in the past, had been pretty often — she could always count on her father spoiling her to curb any unseemly outburst. Maybe it didn't make her happy, true, but... it had placated her for a while. It had been enough, or she had thought so, anyway. Maybe Marinette had a point. And really, if she thought about it, the person she had been thinking of probably wouldn't have been placated by flashy shows of money. Chloé let out a breath. ❝ ...Fine. I... want to do something nice... for Sabrina. ❞

( clears throat ) you will ship with chloe. you will hold her hand and smooch her.

#𝐉𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐒.      an independent and private roleplay blog for 𝘾𝙃𝙇𝙊𝙀 𝘽𝙊𝙐𝙍𝙂𝙀𝙊𝙄𝙎 of zagtoon's miraculous ladybug. this blog is canon-divergent and headcanon-based supplemented with show and movie lore. established 2023. intended for 18+ audience only. written by fae ( 30+ , she/her ). 

𝙰𝙵𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙸𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚂. yinbug. yangnoir. newdleboy. 𝙲𝚁𝙴𝙳𝙸𝚃𝚂. graphics by me. movie caps by yinbug.

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i need more adults to adopt the nepo baby.

( clears throat ) you will ship with chloe. you will hold her hand and smooch her.

what  are  those?   [   those  are  wings,  thumbelina.  these  are  fairies  and  fairies  have  wings  so  they  can  fly.   ]   have  you  ever  seen  a  fairy?   [   well,  i  thought  i  did  once.   ]   really?   [   yes.  and  here,  the  fairy  prince  and  princess  are  having  a  wedding.   ]   and  they  live  ...  happily  ever  after!   [   usually,  my  dear.   ]   i  ...  suppose  it  works  best  if  two  people  are  about  ...  the  same  size.   [   yes,  of  course  ...   ]   well  ...  well,  that's  not  fair.  i  ...  i  must  be  the  only  little  person  in  the  world.  i  wish  i  were  big.   [   oh  no,  thumbelina.  no.  don't  ever  wish  to  be  anything  but  what  you  are.   ] ©

💋 ♡ @chataclysmic your choice of adrien or chat

( let chloé kiss your muse / accepting !! )

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃, only that she had suddenly grown accustomed to Chat Noir's near-nightly visits. On the nights when she wasn't patrolling with one of the other Miraculous holders as Queen Bee, she'd sit out on her balcony and wait. Like clockwork, he'd show up. He never stayed too long; only a few minutes as he did his own patrols with Ladybug, but she liked the company. Some part of her wondered if he only checked in on her to make sure she didn't betray them all. It wouldn't have surprised her if that were the case.

Chloé had done herself little favours in fostering trust with her teammates. Between her tumultuous emotions, which resulted in either herself or someone else getting Akumtaised, and the number of awful things she had said and done over the years, she could hardly blame any of them for being cautious around her. But Ladybug trusted her enough to be Queen Bee again. And they all trusted Ladybug. So. For now, Chloé was an ally.

She was determined, this time, not to mess it up.

They had been talking for a while. Idle chatter that filled the void. Chat Noir was surprisingly easy to talk to, once she got past all of his annoying puns and flirtations. Chloé found herself opening up more and more, despite how little she actually knew about her teammate. But the little she did know, the little that he did reveal — sometimes on purpose, other times perhaps without realising it — she filed away for safekeeping. Kept them as clues to a puzzle that was slowly, but surely, beginning to take shape.

She had her suspicions.

❝ You know, this is totally unfair. ❞ She watched Chat carefully from his perch on her balcony railing, and when he didn't say anything, she barrelled on unperturbed. ❝ It's just... you know who I am. But I know so little about you. The real you, I mean. ❞

She could see his mind working, trying to come up with an excuse. A reasonable explanation for his reticence; but Chloé already knew the why. It was the same reason why Ladybug and Chat Noir hadn't known each other's identities for so long. And the only reason she even knew that much was because Marinette had told her. Marinette trusted her.

If she were still her old self, she might have taken this opportunity to be nasty and mean about his secrets. She hated keeping secrets and she hated people keeping them from her. But that was old Chloé, and she wasn't going to be that manipulative, self-serving person anymore.

Chat didn't say anything, but she noticed how his posture had shifted. Less self-assured as he folded in on himself, arms wrapping around his middle. She'd seen that posture before. Knew of someone else who did the same thing when they were upset. Chloé pursed her lips, took a deep breath, and plunged.

❝ Adrien... ❞ She was careful not to react when he did. Her eyes had averted, her gaze forward and resolute. She felt, more than saw, him jolt next to her. As if he'd been electrocuted. Gotcha. ❝ Adrien sits like that too, when he's upset. Or when he feels alone. He thinks I don't notice, but I do. I just... I don't know how to help him. ❞ Chloé made a show of yawning and stepped back from the balcony. ❝ I haven't been a very good friend to him in recent years, but... I'm trying to do better. And I would hope he knows he can always talk to me. About anything. Anyway... it's late. You should get back to patrol. ❞

Chloé turned, but instead of going back inside she stepped towards him. With more confidence than she actually felt, she planted a kiss on his cheek, just under the bottom of his mask.

❝ ——But that does go for you, too. I hope you know I'm here to listen if you need someone. I-I know I'm not Ladybug, but... well, goodnight, Chat Noir. ❞

just kidding. i posted two things. now im disappearing for three more months.

i sign in. i post one thing. i disappear again for three months.