Disclaimer: I don’t own ML.
I ended up splitting this chapter, so the next one will be the last one and it’ll have all the Adrigaminette conclusion sweetness XD
@trainflavor tagged as requested :)
As she emerges from the subway station, Ladybug swings in a wide arc to check for Hawkmoth and Mayura and to make sure that they see her and aren’t focused on Tempress. They’re still behind the same chimney and don’t seem to have realised that she knows about them as they turn to watch her, which gives Tempress the perfect opening to slip out of the station and take in the scene before her.
“What even is wrong with Hawkmoth?” Tempress says loudly, unsheathing her sword. “Who the hell is this two-faced thing supposed to be? Voldemort?”
“Nice one, dragon girl!” Chat Noir calls down to her with a grin. Tempress rolls her eyes and bats away a beam from Heart Hunter with her sword.
“That’s Tempress to you, alley cat!” she says. Cerana lands next to her and deflects Heart Hunter’s next attack with her trompo, then exchanges a look with Tempress, and an unspoken understanding seems to click into place between them.
“Pleasure to meet you, Tempress,” Cerana says. “My name is Cerana.”
While everyone’s attention is focused on the fight, Ladybug slips into a nearby alleyway so that she can pull the Fox out of her yo-yo and slip the necklace around her neck. With a deep breath, she says, “Tikki, Trixx, unify!” and the red of her suit turns orange under the black spots, while a white patch forms on her torso and a flute forms on her back to accompany her yo-yo.
Guess who’s back with a brand-new bag. And gender. And Gundam Wing box set. And time to make Nutshells because they’re recovering from surgery and are bored out of their mind and have been binging GW to regain some sanity.
Yeah, it’s me, bitches.
Time to start on episode three…
…as soon as I remember what the fuck I was doing with these and how I had them organized and how I even did this.
So, uh…sometime this week. Probably.
IN THE MEANTIME
I’m also working on this fanfiction over on AO3 - Episode Two is in the works and will DEFINITELY be up this week because I’m gonna need a break from all the Nutshelling.
Ahhh…it’s good to be back.
Me going to bed insanely early Bec I’m bored: zzzz
Me having a sleeping disorder: ummmm I SAID zzzzz
Me laying awake at 3 am: zzzzzzz…. wait- wtffff why are there so many flies in my room
Speaking of shelters, our local smallish town animal control shelter back home used to actually be really good. Largely because of the guy in charge. (Who unfortunately had a serious heart attack and had to retire not long before I moved. No idea how it’s being run now, but hoping it hasn’t totally changed.)
They were of course open admission, but did their best to get everyone adopted out. When they were getting crowded with kittens, they would send some out to local animal hospitals to hopefully find homes from there.
Which is where I got my Bungee kitty, after Frank (head of animal control) called my mom to let her know there was an overabundance of kittens, and might we be interested? 😅 Surely not the only people he would call.
He would also seek outside advice whenever they got in animals that they weren’t sure how to take care of properly. My dad got consulted on rabbit care at one point. No doubt easier with internet access now, but they were doing their best before that.
One interesting tactic: Frank also kept a pretty big garden in the river bottom right next to the shelter, with other cops and city employees free to stop by and pick up whatever produce they wanted. Probably did help keep the old goodwill up whenever funding time rolled around.
Anyway, it’s a shame more “kill” shelters do not have better resources available to work with. While there probably are some people running them who just dgaf, that’s not most of them. Not all are as resourceful as Frank, but they’re generally motivated to do their best for the animals under some difficult constraints.
when you have meds that are supposed to help your suppressed appetite from other meds but the disordered part of you has other things in mind and you just skip taking your meds entirely
i have five arsenal players on my fantasy team
Rated M (Mature)
When Donnie says he’s “ready,” you have no idea what he’s talking about. You look up from your phone and jump out of the gaming rocker you’ve been lounging in for the better part of an hour. You think you’ve forgotten something important. An anniversary. Or a date. Donnie’s great about remembering those things, even with his mind racing, sharing space with a million thoughts at once, there is always room for you. You are always a priority.
You do the same for him. You try. With the stresses of your work and family and the new threats popping up all over New York, Donnie never blames you for letting things slip your memory. But you’ve never forgotten plans with him before.
Yet, he’s standing at his bedroom door and telling you again as if you didn’t hear him the first time. Except now his voice is low. The word is heavy on his tongue and brimming with expectation.
(Tosses this at Tumblr, partially as a joke, partially because I want to highlight how much random crap I generate constantly and minutely because I wanted to do one of these even if my stuff is a bit whack.)
Making pumpkin bread to make myself feel breader
summertime is the only song I’ve listened to for the past week and a half
wow i’m really hurting myself by doing a divorce au why am i like this
pls send chan pics to this sad person. pls.