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motherofplatypus · 11 months

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Miraculous S4 Review: Representation

And so, here we are, one episode before the finale. Out of order, but we're no stranger to that. Can't believe it's almost over, and boy am I glad because this insanity finally come to an end.

The episode, as per usual, was bad. But it's not the usual kind of bad, and was pretty much decent compared to the last 4 episodes. So, it's an improvement, I guess(?).

So, in short, this episode confirmed that Felix and Adrien are sentimonsters, and Kagami as extension, but I'll talk about that in another post. While there are people who seem to dislike the idea of Fe and Ad being senti, i personally like it. Mostly because they did really well in teasing us about this, until they just drag it out so hard and hardly even trying to do so in S4-5.

So, anyway, the review. Apparently, there's an election for the new mayor between Bustier and that fencing mustache (I remember his name, but it's a pain to write it down).

So they do have election. Huh, who woulda thunk? Feels like just one episode ago they ignore this crucial part for plot convenience to make a teenage girl even more like satan for absolutely no logical reason. Ooh, right, it was one episode ago. Well, two, but my point still stands.

Oh, Miraculous, you just love making things convenient for you, don't you?

Then we see Adrien being Sad Boy™ like he always was, and Plagg had to comfort him. And I really love Plagg here and so far he's been getting consistent development with his relationship with Adrien, that's more interesting than the Love Square tbh.

Then, Adrien down bad for Mari and wanted to reveal himself and fly all the way to Paris because he hated being there.

I appreciate the effort and dedication for love, but wouldn't it be better if you just, idk, ran away before you're in London? Just a thought.

Yeah yeah, there's the ring and stuffs and every single reason why Adrien cannot grow a spine for himself or anyone that's not Marinette. Tell me something I didn't know about Adrien.

Bonus: Here's what That Guy do whenever we demand Adrien to grow as a person.

Moving on, I'd love to talk about how everyone glorifying Mari for the 500th time, but it's nowhere near how pissed I am when they tease Julerose and Marcthaniel. Yes, it's cute to see how Marc and Nath looks like they're "bonding" in secret and Jules being protective over Rose. If this were happening 2 seasons ago, I would've scream in fangirl, but like every other things in miraculous, its either overdue or irrelevant.

Look, I appreciate their sorry excuse of an effort to give us representation (roll credits), but if you actually mean it, either actually doing it or stop teasing it for 5 seasons and make them so much of a side characters that we literally couldn't care less about them. Seriously, this is a serious case, especially with Nath and Marc that I honestly don't see why they even got a miraculous, to the point i thought Lila would get one since those two are so pointless and irrelevant.

Onto the next one, we have Gabridiot Agreste. The man with two brain cells who's fighting for third place. He realized Adrien was gone, barged into Nathalie's room while she's watching his dead wife video, and took the wedding ring from her.

First off, it's quite hilarious that the red part of Nathalie's hair turned white. I know this symbolize that she's dying, but the way it looks, it's like she's purposefully dyeing her hair white to show how dead she is.

Second, I'm getting real tired of watching Emilie saying the same line, on the same phone, for the 50th time this season. This is the equivalent of Gabe talking to her corpse whenever he's about to do a criminal activity that ended up in him failing in the most embarrassing way. Yes, we get it, she wants Gabe to be a good father, you don't need to remind us every single episode how much of a failure he is at becoming one. Also, if your role after 5 seasons is to be a broken record on a phone, just go back to your coffin.

Also, it's probably just me forgetting and i refuse to check every episode to prove it, but what's the reason for Nathalie not to show the video to Gabe? Or has Gabe seen it but ignore it? Please remind me.

Either way, still with Gabridiot, who apparently lacks the bare minimum intelligence to even be classified as a jellyfish, who think that Adrien, who's in London, somehow managed to escape and went allllll the way back to Paris in less than a day. This jump into conclusion stupidity almost match the one we got in Ephemeral, but at least not as outrageously stupid as that episode. Still can't believe that episode even exist.

So he akumatized himself into Nightormentor, and I must say I quite like his costume. Sure, it's basically Collector dress in a drag, but it kinda looks good. Except for the face, that traffic cone head and glasses are a huge no.

Still talking about London to Paris, how the heck did Argos get himself and Kagami into Paris at the same pace as Chat with flying cat add ons? Did he make a jet sentimonster to fly them there? Nah, no way. The whole reason he got the peacock was to prevent anymore sentimonster getting created and killed. Heck, he was absolutely devastated when he had to snap that Red Moon from existence. So there's absolutely no way he'd be doing that, right? Right?

Sigh, who am i kidding.

So, he created a new sentimonster, a tripod, to give Mari a cheap show of his origin and Adrien's, and basically confirmed they're feather boys. Wow! This is big, right?! Right?! But, of course, with the abundance of brain cells in the show, Mari didn't connect the dot and only take it as Felix's story that I'm not even sure if she realized Felix is a senti, let alone Adrien.

Okay, maybe she did realize Fefe is senti, but my bet is that she's still doesn't know Adriboy is a senti. That's literally too much to ask for the show standard, speaking from experience.

Speaking of didn't connect the dots, Felix literally blatantly told Mari that Gabe is Monarch in the video and she didn't get it? Does Adrien filled up that much space in her head that she ignores the very obvious info presented in front of her? Hello? Brain cells? Basic common sense? Toddler level of intelligence? Where are you all?!

Back to the point, what happened to the tripod? Oh right, it got snapped out after it send the message to Marinette to fight for Adrien. To fight Gabe for love.

Remember folks, murder is okay as long as it's for Adrienette.

Also, if the whole purpose is to just give Mari a message, why would he need to take Kagami there as well? It's not like the message is on live. Heck, they didn't even stay until the message is over, so it's clear that it's pre-recorded, or just some magic bullshit, but basically they're not needed to be that close.

"But the amok is in Kagami's ring, and she needs to be there to control it."

Like I said, she's not needed to be there.

Okay, that's not exactly important. Since we're still talking about Kagami, let's talk about plot hole number 451: Kagami knows Mari is Ladybug since Perfection.

Remember a certain blue haired boy going into voluntary exile because he knows the identity of the heroes? No? Neither do the writers.

If she knows Mari is LB since that very episode, why hasn't Monarch learned about that crucial info? She got akumatized TWICE after knowing that, and neither of them meant anything until now. That piece of knowledge should've been in Monarch's ear since ages ago.

"But Kagami wasn't sure if Mari is LB."

My point still stands strong, tall, and mighty. They made Gabe jump into conclusion that Adrien is Chat by him saying "My Lady". I'm just using their stupidity on them.

Then we got Anticat, or I'd like to call it Walmart Chat Blanc. Aside from the hideous blue hair and eye wrecking visual of the dream sequence, this pissed me off real fucking bad, because this can only means one thing: Chat Blanc is irrelevant.

We waited 2 seasons, one of which caused Chat Noir getting depressed because Ladybug refuse to speak about the white world destroyer cat, and the moment he knows about it, it's not from Ladybug and not even what exactly happened. It's just a nightmare. It's not real. He still doesn't know that that event actually real.

We were, once again, robbed of seeing something we have been waiting for years to happen.

Sadly, that's not the end of it.

On side note, I find it hilariously ironic that when Chat wake up from the nightmare, the first person he saw was Kim. "Hey, that's the person i tried to kill a few days ago. Now I have infinite Cataclysm to do so."

Dude woke up from a nightmare into another nightmare, lmao.

So anyway, Gabe lost to a bunch of teenagers once more, they win, and he kept the akuma in a jar so that LB can purify it. I mean, what's a Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir would do without Ladybug appearing, right? Like how the show could not go on without Chat Noir appearing in the episode, right? Of course.

Anyway, remember the whole reason LB needs to purify the akuma is because it will multiply if left too long? Like, idk, an hour at most. And how long did Chat left the butterly? Why haven't that flappity flap flap not self-reproducing like rabbit on steroids during mating season?

Also, can't he just Cataclysm the akuma? We know in Chat Blanc it's possible and have no side effect whatsoever. Plus, he can now use multiple Cataclysms. Just get rid of it. You have no qualm when you tried to Cataclysm Scarabella, your principal, and your friend whose face is the first thing you saw when you wake up from your nightmare, so what gives?

Oh right, it's the villain. He has qualms only when it comes to hurting the villain. I forgot.

Also, let's take a moment of silence for Chat, who finally got an episode where he's the one shining, where he's supposed to be the one who save the day, but ended up being utterly useless and needed help from a bunch of teenagers.

Look, I'm not saying he shouldn't get help or anything, but how hard are you going to glorify Ladybug for being able to win a fight by herself and never let Chat do the same, not even once?

And then both Adrien and Kagami came back to their abusive parents. Just, why? I get why Adrien came back, aside from the nightmare and his inability to grow a spine, but Kagami? You have your own freedom, you got balls bigger than Adrien could ever have, and you're independent. Just stay with Felix, hide, and Amelie most likely already know your circumstances too, or at least she'll let you stay for Felix's sake.

"But she might not feel comfortable doing that."

You know who else should not be comfortable doing something? Chat Noir when he's down to murder people that he knows.

Also also, don't any of them gonna ask how the hell they ran away? No? Of course not. And Gabridiot and Tomoron decided to become a very reasonable and good parents and put their kids inside an entirely white, mental asylum-esque room where the only color they can see is their clothes and hair.

Seems familiar?

Yep, they are batshit insane.

And please don't tell me that square on the corner is their bed. Good lord, I know you're angry they disobey you, but treat them humanely at least.

All in all, this is 6/10. Lots of dumb moments as per usual, but it's not blatantly moronic like half of the episodes this season has. I quite like Nightormentor's costume and how Plagg comfort Adrien in that small scene. I'm surprised that I'm not furious at all, just mildly annoyed. Overall, it's decent.

Then again, this has been my opinion, and now it's your turn. Do you like it, or hate it? Is this a good build up for the finale? Leave your thoughts down below, and I will see you in the next one. Byeee.

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thsillystringbeanscribbler · 3 months

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Bunny Slippers: Chapter Four

Summary: Julia has been deemed a gifted researcher, a beneficial trait for a hunter. However, with the knowledge of her father's feelings towards Julia in the field, will she be able to keep up with the Winchester brothers?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader [ OC: Julia Blackburn ]

Warnings: mostly fluff with violence and angst, maybe slow burn

Word Count: 6, 802 words

Author's Note: Here are the links to the previous chapters. Apologies if these chapters come out slower now, i actually have to do my university work, and cannot continue to procrastinate. But had to at least post this one because I cannot stop fangirling over dean rn. I have also added a tag list, so let me know if you want me to add you :).

Chapter One; Chapter Two; Chapter Three

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As the Impala's engine hummed to a halt in the motel's parking lot, Dean's voice broke the silence, careful not to disturb the sleeping Julia. "Looks like this is our stop for the night," he whispered, glancing at Sam who was stirring in the backseat.

Sam, waking up to their new surroundings, sat up and stretched. "I'll go grab us some rooms," he said, sliding out of the car with a yawn. The cool night air seemed to invigorate him as he headed towards the motel's office.

Dean, meanwhile, stayed in the driver's seat, his gaze affectionately lingering on Julia. She was still asleep, her head resting against the car door, glasses askew. Carefully, he reached over, gently tucking a stray curl behind her ear.

Sam returned shortly, jingling a set of keys. "Got the last two rooms," he announced in a hushed tone, mindful of the quiet night. "I'll get our stuff; you wake Julia."

He busied himself with the bags while Dean quietly stepped out of the car and made his way to the passenger side. Opening the door slowly, he was ready to catch Julia in case she stirred. Leaning down, he gently touched her arm. "Jules, time to wake up, sweetheart," he said softly, his voice soothing in the quiet night air.

Julia's eyes fluttered open, looking around in confusion. Dean's presence immediately grounding her. "Mind your head," Dean murmured kindly, sliding his hands under her legs and behind her back, lifting her effortlessly out of the Impala. He carried her into one of the motel rooms, his steps careful and measured.

Once inside, Dean gently laid her down on the bed, ensuring she was comfortable. Julia, now more awake, looked up at him with gratitude.

"Thanks, Dean," she said softly, her voice tinged with sleepiness but also a hint of warmth for his thoughtful gesture. Dean gave a small, reassuring smile in response, his actions speaking louder than words in the quiet comfort of the motel room.

Sam entered the room, Julia's duffel bag in hand, and carefully placed it on the unoccupied bed. He glanced around, ensuring everything was in order before addressing Julia with a gentle, protective tone.

"Hey, we're just next door, alright? If you need anything, don't hesitate to knock," Sam said, his voice carrying a brotherly concern. He shifted his gaze to Dean, his eyes subtly conveying a reminder – to give Julia the space she might need. It was a look that spoke volumes, one that Dean understood well.

Dean caught Sam's look and nodded slightly, acknowledging the unspoken message. He turned to Julia, his demeanor shifting to one that balanced care with respect for her independence.

"Yeah, Jules, Sam's right. We're just a stone's throw away. You got your bag here," Dean gestured towards the duffel on the bed, his voice softer than usual, yet still carrying that characteristic Dean Winchester confidence. "Get some rest, okay? We've got a big day ahead of us tomorrow."

His words were simple, yet they held a depth of understanding and concern for Julia's well-being, a testament to the bond they had begun to forge.

Julia gave a grateful nod as Sam set down her bag. As the brothers moved towards the door, she called out in a cheerful, albeit slightly weary tone, "Sleep tight, you guys."

Just as Sam and Dean were about to exit, Julia's voice halted them in their tracks. "Hey, guys!" They turned back to face her. She offered a small, sincere smile. "Thanks again... for everything," she said, her voice laced with genuine appreciation.

Dean paused, leaning against the door frame. A soft smile played on his lips, a rare show of his more tender side. "Hey, no need to thank us, Jules. That's what family's for," he said, his voice gentle yet firm, assuring her of their unwavering support. "Get some good rest. We'll be right next door, okay? Anything you need, just holler."

With those reassuring words, Dean gave her a final nod, a silent promise of safety and camaraderie. He then followed Sam out the door, softly closing it behind them, leaving Julia to the quiet solitude of her room.

Julia sat on her bed, enveloped in a silence that felt almost palpable, staring at the door long after the brothers had departed. For what felt like an eternity but was only half an hour, she remained motionless, her gaze fixed on the nondescript door of their motel room. The mundanity of the room—a stark contrast to the turmoil churning within her—felt oppressive. Her hands, restless and seeking comfort, brushed up and down her legs in a subconscious attempt to soothe her frayed nerves.

With a deep, resigning sigh that seemed to carry the weight of her worries, Julia finally stirred from her spot. She rose, her movements sluggish, as if the last 24 hours had left her physically burdened. The idea of a shower, of letting the warm water wash over her, seemed like the only remedy to the cold, gnawing unease that had settled in her bones.

The bathroom offered a temporary sanctuary as she stood under the shower head, the warm water cascading over her like a comforting embrace. She closed her eyes, letting the water envelop her, hoping—praying—that it could somehow erase the haunting memories of the day gone by. "Just wash it all away," she whispered to herself, a mantra to keep the encroaching despair at bay.

Eventually, the water ceased its comforting drum against the tiled floor, and Julia, with a reluctant turn of the faucet, stepped out into the steam-filled room. The fog seemed to follow her as she made her way back into the bedroom, the stark contrast between the warmth of the bathroom and the chill of the motel room mirroring the turmoil inside her.

She approached the unoccupied double bed, her movements automatic as she retrieved her pajamas from her duffel bag. The Van Halen shirt, Batman pajamas, and a pair of socks—her comfort clothes—were laid out with a care that belied her inner turmoil. Dressing quickly, Julia couldn't help but feel the weight of the last day's events finally catching up to her, her body heavy with an exhaustion that went beyond the physical.

Now dressed, her next move was mechanical, born out of habit and the need for security—the double check on the motel door to ensure it was locked. This simple act, a routine meant to offer safety, felt like a feeble defense against the world outside.

Crawling under the threadbare motel bedding, Julia's movements were slow, each one a battle against the weariness that threatened to consume her. She placed her glasses on the bedside table, a final act before surrendering to sleep. As she closed her eyes, the events of the day replayed in her mind, a relentless tide of memories and emotions. But exhaustion proved to be a merciful captor, and Julia quickly fell into a deep sleep, her breaths evening out as she escaped into the respite that only sleep could offer.

The transition from night to the hesitant dawn was imperceptible, marked only by the subtle shift in the quality of darkness outside. In the dimly lit room, the first rays of sun teased their way through the gaps in the motel blinds, painting thin lines of light across the floor. Julia stirred in her bed, the restful oblivion of sleep reluctantly receding as her hand reached out for the glasses perched on the bedside table. Squinting, she brought the world into focus and glanced at the clock, its red numbers flashing the early hour—05:53 AM.

With a long, drawn-out sigh, Julia swung her legs off the bed and planted her feet firmly on the floor, steeling herself for the day ahead. She dressed methodically, donning the outfit laid out from the night before—a simple gray tank top layered beneath a rugged black jacket, its sleeves frayed from countless brushes with the implacable outside world. Her jeans were a second skin, faded in all the right places, held snug by a leather belt that had seen better days.

Her Doc Martens were next, the laces pulled tight and tied off, a small but necessary armour against whatever lay waiting. Her long auburn hair, which could have been a wild torrent, was instead woven into a neat French braid, an act of preparation for the day's tasks in the town ahead.

The room was filled with the sound of zippers and the shuffle of fabric as Julia packed her other clothes back into her duffel bag. A glance at the clock—06:02 AM—confirmed the morning was indeed marching forward. Slinging her bag over her shoulder, she made for the door, stepping out into the crisp morning that held the remnants of night's chill.

The Impala loomed in the parking lot, a silent sentinel awaiting its passengers. As Julia approached, she noted the quiet—the world seemed to be holding its breath. Placing her duffel beside the car, she turned toward the motel room that housed Sam and Dean, the door looking just like any other, yet hiding the familiar chaos of the brothers within.

A soft knock from Julia was met with a symphony of morning grumbles before the door swung open to reveal Dean. His usual sharp demeanour was softened by sleep, his hair tousled, and his bare chest on display beneath an open flannel. His eyebrows knit together in a frown that shifted into a look of sleepy concern upon seeing Julia.

Julia's eyes inadvertently traced the lines of his torso before snapping up to meet his eyes, a warmth spreading across her cheeks as she offered a playful jab, "Ha! Consider this payback for that early wake-up months ago."

Dean rubbed a hand over his face, the corners of his mouth turning up despite the early hour. "Payback, huh? That how we're playing it?" He leaned against the doorframe, his posture relaxed but his eyes more alert now. "Well, you got me. I'm up. What's the emergency? Or you just enjoy the view?"

"There's no emergency," Julia replied with a small laugh, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose. "Just thought you'd wanna get an early start on the case, you know?"

Dean's gaze softened with understanding, a nod acknowledging the unspoken weight of their hunter's life. "Alright, give me five minutes to wake up Sleeping Beauty," he gestured vaguely behind him towards Sam's likely slumbering form, "and we'll hit the road. Thanks for the wake-up call, Jules. You're alright." He flashed her a grin, the trademark glint of mischief back in his eyes, signalling the start of another day in the life of hunters.

Julia found a temporary perch on the hood of the Impala, the metal cool beneath her. The early morning still held the remnants of the night’s chill, and she drew her jacket tighter around herself, her gaze fixed on the motel door.

The door finally swung open, and Dean emerged, his presence immediately filling the quiet morning. He slipped into his leather jacket, the material worn in places that told stories of countless hunts and narrow escapes. With his typical confident stride, he approached the Impala, his eyes catching Julia's form against the car. His lips curled into a grin, one that held both the promise of adventure and the ease of long camaraderie.

"Morning, sunshine," Dean quipped, his voice carrying a playful tone. "Gotta say, you leaning on Baby is a picture I could get used to."

Julia pushed off from the car, a smile tugging at her own lips. "Yeah? Well, don't get too distracted, Casanova. Is Sam coming or is he planning to make a day of it in there?"

Dean's smile broadened into a chuckle, the sound seeming to brush away the remnants of sleep from his eyes. "Oh, he's on his way. You know Sammy, probably double-checking his geek-trap—uh, I mean, his bag. We'll be burning rubber in no time." He gave the Impala a loving pat, as if to assure her of the impending journey.

Their banter was a familiar dance, one that allowed them to skirt around the edges of the seriousness of their lives as hunters. It was a momentary respite, a breath taken before plunging into the depths again, and they both took it gratefully.

Dean's eyes caught sight of Julia's duffel bag and, without a word, he hoisted it along with his own and stowed them in the trunk of the Impala with practiced ease. The trunk closed with a satisfying thud, a sound that marked the beginning of many of their adventures.

"Thank you," Julia said, her voice warm with appreciation as she slid into the backseat of the car. She leaned forward over the front bench, her fingers deftly popping open the glove box to retrieve the treasured box of cassettes tucked away inside.

Through the back window, Dean found himself momentarily distracted by the sight of Julia's silhouette as she stretched across the seat. He quickly chastised himself with a shake of his head and rounded the car to the driver's side, sliding in with his usual grace.

"What are you digging for, sweetheart?" Dean asked, his tone carrying a playful edge as he watched her pull the box from its hiding spot.

"I get to pick the music, remember?" Julia responded, her attention on the cassettes as she began rifling through them, a subtle reminder of a prior agreement hanging between them.

Dean chuckled, throwing an arm over the back of the seat, his gaze lingering on her with a mix of amusement and mock exasperation. "I thought that 'DJ for a day' deal was a one-time gig," he teased, watching the concentration etch her features as she pondered her musical choices.

Julia glanced up at him, a smirk playing on her lips. "Well, you thought wrong," she quipped, the cassette in her hand poised to become the soundtrack of their morning. "Besides, everyone knows the passenger gets DJ privileges."

Dean's response was a good-natured grunt, conceding the point as he started the engine. The familiar rumble of the Impala came to life, a comforting backdrop to their light-hearted squabble. "Fine, but I reserve the right to veto any of your hippie music," he warned, though they both knew he rarely exercised that right.

With a smile, Julia selected a tape, the corners of her eyes crinkling with delight. "Trust me, Dean, you're gonna love this one," she said, her choice made, ready to set the mood for the road stretching out before them.

The Impala's engine roared to life under Dean's steady hand, a comforting purr that spoke of open roads and the promise of escape. Julia, nestled in the backseat, stretched forward between the seats with a grace that didn't go unnoticed by Dean. The warmth of her presence was close, almost tangible, as she slid the cassette into the radio with a click that preluded the swell of music.

Her braid, a neat cascade of auburn, brushed against his arm as she withdrew to settle back into her seat, leaving a trail of her scent that mingled with the leather and old spice of the car's interior. The opening chords of Creedence Clearwater Revival filled the space, "Bad Moon Rising" setting the tone for the dawn-lit drive ahead.

"Also, can you put this away for me, please?" Julia's voice pulled Dean from his brief reverie, her hand holding out the cassette box towards him.

Dean glanced at the box, then at Julia, the corners of his mouth twitching upward in a semblance of a smile. "You know, one of these days I'm gonna install a 'Julia's DJ Booth' right there," he joked, taking the box from her hands and carefully placing it back into the glove compartment. "For now, I'll be your humble cassette caddy."

As if on cue, Sam emerged from the motel room, his tall frame moving with a purpose as he deposited his bag in the trunk with a precision that spoke of routine. He slid into the passenger seat beside Dean, a knowing roll of his eyes betraying his thoughts on their musical selection for the day's journey.

"Classic dad rock, again?" Sam quipped, though his tone held a hint of affection for their shared history with the genre.

Dean threw a smirk over at Sam, the banter between brothers as natural as breathing. "You say 'dad rock' like it's a bad thing, Sammy. This," he gestured towards the stereo, "is the soundtrack of legends."

The car pulled away from the motel, the early morning light casting long shadows on the road as they headed towards the horizon, the day's uncertainties awaiting them, underscored by the timeless rhythm of Creedence Clearwater Revival.

Julia's smile broadened at Sam's all-too-familiar eye roll, a silent acknowledgment of the countless miles and memories shared in the backseat of the Impala. She reached forward, her hand resting lightly on Sam's shoulder in a gesture that bridged the gap between them. "Hey, Sam," she started, her voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and anticipation, "you still have that book you mentioned? The one about our new case?"

Sam glanced back, a quick, assuring nod as his long fingers delved into the depths of his backpack. "Ah—yeah, just give me a sec," he responded, his voice muffled slightly as he rummaged through the contents. With a soft rustle of paper, he produced a well-thumbed history book, its cover worn from use. "Here it is. It's got some good background on the asylum we're heading to," he explained, passing the book to Julia with a slight lean over the center console.

Julia accepted the book, her fingers brushing against Sam's as she did so, conveying a silent thanks. She settled back into her seat, flipping the book open with reverence for the knowledge it contained. Her eyes began to scan the pages, absorbing the lore and legends that might give them an edge on the case.

From the driver's seat, Dean's attention was split between the winding road and the rearview mirror, where he caught glimpses of Julia's focused expression. The sight of her, so engrossed in her research, made him aware of the invaluable role she played in their tight-knit team. Every so often, he'd steal a glance, noting the way her brow furrowed in concentration, her lips pursing as she pieced together the puzzle they were about to dive into. There was a certain beauty in her focus, a dedication that matched their own, and it only solidified Dean's respect for her as a hunter.

The car ate up the miles, the soundtrack of Creedence providing a rhythmic backdrop to the silent symphony of preparation unfolding within. They were a team, each member essential, and as the morning sun climbed higher in the sky, it seemed to affirm the strength of their bond.

The Impala cruised on, the morning now fully unfurling its light across the sky. Pulling into a roadside gas station, Dean cut the engine with the familiar flick of his wrist. He stepped out, the sound of the door shutting behind him blending with the distant hum of highway traffic. Placing a hand on the roof of the car, he leaned into the window to address Julia, who was still lost in the pages of the history book.

Resting an arm on the Impala’s roof, Dean leaned towards the open window, catching Julia’s eye with a small, knowing smile. “Hey Jules, mind grabbing us a table at the diner?” he asked, his voice carrying that soft edge reserved for moments of camaraderie.

Julia's gaze lifted from the pages, and she couldn't suppress the blush that tinged her cheeks at the sound of her nickname. "Sure thing," she retorted, her smile cheeky, "since when did I become your personal assistant?"

With a light laugh, she stepped out of the car and headed towards the diner, leaving the Winchesters to their respective tasks. Sam went inside to handle the payment, while Dean busied himself with fueling up the Impala, his movements sure and practiced. Once the tank was full and the cap clicked shut, Dean and Sam slid back into the car, easing it into a parking spot with the ease of long practice. The silence that enveloped them as the engine quieted was almost jarring.

Dean clapped Sam on the shoulder, a silent signal that it was time to follow Julia's lead. They pushed through the diner doors, the ambient sounds of clinking silverware and sizzling griddles wrapping around them. Dean's eyes roamed the diner, searching for the familiar auburn waves of Julia's hair.

Spotting her in a booth by the window, Dean's stride faltered for a moment when he saw a stranger—a man with a too-confident smile—leaning into Julia's personal space. A familiar surge of protectiveness flared up in him, accompanied by a hot streak of annoyance.

"Who's this?" Dean asked, his tone deceptively calm as he locked eyes with Julia, a clear signal to the interloper that he was not simply a passerby.

Julia excused herself from the booth with an agility born from handling many an unwelcome advance. Stepping close to Dean, she reached up and planted a kiss on his cheek, the term 'handsome' seemingly a new private joke between them. "Hey, Handsome," she said, her voice a mix of relief and mischief.

She intertwined her fingers with Dean's, turning to address the stranger with a confidence bolstered by Dean's proximity. "Oh, Logan, this is my boyfriend Dean," she introduced, with a pointed emphasis that left no room for misunderstanding. "The one I've been telling you all about."

Dean raised an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth quirking up in a smirk as he took a step closer to Julia, a silent affirmation of her words. "Boyfriend, huh?" he played along, his voice a low rumble of feigned surprise and mock indignation. "Well, Logan, I hope she's been saying good things. Otherwise, we might have to have a little chat, you and I."

The warning was clear, wrapped in the velvet of Dean's casual delivery, and it wasn't long before 'Logan' mumbled something under his breath and retreated, leaving Julia and Dean alone at the booth. With the interloper gone, Dean's demeanour softened, his hand giving Julia’s a reassuring squeeze. "Good thing I showed up when I did, huh?" he said, half-joking, half-serious, as they slid into the booth to wait for Sam and start their day.

Julia's gaze met Dean's, a soft gratitude shimmering in her eyes. "Thanks for playing along with my little white lie," she murmured, her voice a confidential whisper that only Dean was privy to.

Dean's eyes didn't stray far from Logan, who was still throwing covert glances in their direction. Sam slid into the booth, his presence quiet but noticed, as Dean replied to Julia in a tone that carried both humor and a hint of something deeper. "Anytime, Jules. Besides, I'm not sure who was more convincing—you or me," he said with a playful wink.

As Sam slid into the booth, he couldn't miss the easy intimacy between Dean and Julia, their shared space feeling more natural than contrived. Though the moment with Logan gave a plausible reason for their closeness, Sam's perceptive eyes caught a glimpse of something more, something unspoken between the lines. He chose to keep his observations to himself, turning his attention instead to the approaching waitress.

She arrived with a sunny disposition, her pen poised over her notepad. "What can I get for you folks today?" she asked with the practiced cheer of someone who's served countless morning crowds.

"I'll take the usual—eggs, bacon, and keep the coffee coming," Sam ordered, his voice holding a hint of a smile as he closed his menu.

Dean gave the waitress a confident nod, "And for me, sweetheart, I'll have the breakfast special. And can you make those eggs extra greasy? Oh, and add a side of toast. Thanks."

Julia glanced down at the menu one last time before meeting the waitress's gaze. "Could I please get a stack of pancakes, with mixed berries on top? And a coffee would be great, thank you," she said, her smile warm and appreciative.

The waitress scribbled down their orders, her smile never faltering as she turned to place them with the kitchen. The din of the diner enveloped them once again, the three of them settled into their booth, light-hearted conversation about the morning helped pass the time, as they waited for their breakfast.

The clatter of dishes announced the waitress's return, balancing a tray laden with their breakfast choices. She distributed the plates with the efficiency of a seasoned pro, the aroma of cooked breakfast filling the air. Julia's eyes widened as the waitress set down Dean's plate, piled high and glistening with a sheen that only a generous helping of grease could impart.

Julia's expression twisted into one of mock horror at Dean's culinary preference. "Extra greasy?" she echoed, her nose crinkling in playful disgust. "That's disgusting, Dean," she said, though her tone was light, teasing, underscored by the comfort of his arm resting behind her.

Dean's smirk was quick to surface, a glint of mirth in his eyes as he leaned in, his voice a low rumble meant only for her ears. "You know, some might say you're committing a sin against those perfectly good pancakes by loading them up with fruit," he teased, his gaze dancing with the challenge he knew his words would provoke.

Julia rolled her eyes, a laugh escaping her lips as she playfully nudged him with her shoulder. "Says the man who thinks the four major food groups consist of pie, burgers, fries, and pie," she retorted, emphasizing the last 'pie' for effect.

Dean's arm retracted from its casual drape behind Julia, and he could feel an unexpected tightness grip his chest—a brief twinge of something like loss—as he reached for his fork and knife. The warmth from her leaning against him was gone, leaving a hollow space that contrasted sharply with the sensation of her back pressed to his side. But he masked this quick flash of vulnerability with a bite of his greasy breakfast, the flavours a familiar comfort.

They ate amidst a comfortable chatter, the kind of light banter that made the heavy world of hunting seem miles away. It was a small pocket of normalcy that they all secretly cherished.

Sam, having finished his meal, wiped his mouth with a napkin and leaned forward, the easy atmosphere shifting as he introduced the gravity of their next job. "So, we've got a series of disappearances. All high school kids, vanishing without a trace from the same town. No bodies, no signs of struggle—just gone."

Dean, a piece of toast in one hand and a knife in the other, chewed thoughtfully, his mind already turning over the possibilities. With his mouth still half full, he began to list off the usual suspects. "Sounds like the perfect M.O. for a bunch of supernatural baddies," he mumbled, crumbs tumbling from his lips. "Could be a Rugaru—hungry enough to grab a kid and leave no leftovers."

Julia raised an eyebrow, taking a sip of her coffee. "Wouldn't there be some sort of remains? Or at least a sign of a struggle?"

Dean nodded, swallowing his mouthful before continuing. "True, could also be a pack of vamps keeping the kids for a food supply," he suggested, his tone grim but his face animated by the thrill of the hunt.

Sam mulled over the theories, his eyes scanning the notes he had made. "No signs of blood or vampire activity in the area. We need to look at the patterns, maybe there's a curse or some sort of ritual involved."

Dean pushed his now-empty plate away and leaned back, his arm nonchalantly finding its way over the top of the booth again. It wasn't just an armrest he was seeking—it was the faint echo of Julia's warmth beside him. But she was engrossed in her note-taking, pen scribbling furiously on paper provided by the obliging waitress. Her focus was absolute, the amber glow of the morning light igniting the auburn in her hair to a fiery hue, her attention oblivious to Dean's silent yearning.

Having settled the bill with his usual efficiency, Dean watched her for a moment longer before reaching out, his hand lightly grazing the curve of her back. "Time to hit the road, Jules," he said, the words light but laden with an unspoken wish for her to notice more than the sound of his voice.

Julia's head lifted, and her smile was as bright as the sunlight bathing them, her previous focus on the case momentarily forgotten as she slid from the booth, the pen and paper clutched in her hand.

As they walked out, Dean's protective instincts kicked in, his hand finding the small of Julia's back, a silent statement of care as he held the diner door open for her. Her expression was open and thankful, unaware that Logan had already departed.

"Was Logan still hanging around inside?" Julia asked casually as they approached the parked Impala.

Dean glanced back at the diner, the ease in his posture belying the small lie he told. "Yup," he affirmed with a nod, opening the back passenger door for her. In his mind, any excuse to maintain their closeness was valid.

Sam, trailing just a step behind them, raised an eyebrow at Dean's comment as Julia settled into the car. "I thought he left ages ago," Sam remarked, his voice tinged with confusion as he opened the front passenger door.

Dean shot his brother a look across the roof of the Impala, a silent command to play along. "Yeah, well, you know how it is," Dean said with a half-hearted shrug, his voice carrying a hint of defensiveness. "Gotta keep an eye out for creeps like him."

With a shared glance between the Winchester brothers, one that carried years of unspoken communication, they got into the car. The Impala's doors shut with finality, the morning's diner scene closing behind them as they prepared to face the uncertainties of their latest case.

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The Impala's engine growled to life, its familiar rumble grounding Julia in the reality of the road ahead. The Winchester brothers' light-hearted quarreling filled the cabin, a comforting backdrop to the blur of the landscape speeding by.

"Are we going FBI suits for this one?" Sam's voice cut through the din, his tone suggesting a mix of readiness and routine.

Dean glanced at him, a nod accompanying his reply. "Seems like the best choice," he confirmed, the decision made with the ease of countless similar scenarios before.

Julia, intrigued by this new snippet of conversation, leaned forward, curiosity coloring her tone. "Excuse me, did you just say suits? FBI?" she asked, the notion sparking a mix of excitement and surprise.

Sam turned slightly to address her interest, explaining with the patience of someone who's had this conversation many times. "Yeah, we sometimes go undercover as FBI agents. It gives us access to crime scenes and information we wouldn't get otherwise. It's all part of the job."

Julia's reaction was immediate, her hand reaching over the seat to playfully smack Dean's arm. "You didn't tell me I needed a suit!" she exclaimed, feigning indignation.

Dean's response was a mix of amusement and a hint of apology. "Ah, slipped my mind," he admitted, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards. "Guess you might have to sit this one out at the motel.”

The hours slipped by in a blur of landscapes and speculation until the trio arrived at a nondescript motel on the outskirts of town. It was early afternoon, the sun casting long shadows as they settled into their temporary base. Sam and Dean retreated to their shared room to don their FBI personas, while Julia took a moment in her own space to ponder the mystery at hand.

Her reflections were interrupted by a knock at the door. Upon opening it, she was greeted by the Winchester brothers, now transformed into the very picture of federal agents. Dean, ever the charmer, couldn't resist a playful jab. "How do we look? Ready to give the real FBI a run for their money, don't you think?" His words, delivered with a wink, brought an involuntary blush to Julia's cheeks.

"Call us if you need anything, alright? We're gonna go meet with some witnesses and parents," Dean said, his tone shifting to one of professionalism, though his eyes still twinkled with the hint of mischief that was uniquely Dean.

Julia nodded, assuring them of her well-being before sending them off. Once the Impala's roar faded into the distance, she sprang into action. Her hair, no longer confined, cascaded freely down her back as she changed into attire less conspicuous: a graphic t-shirt, sneakers, and jeans. Slipping into the brothers' room, she rifled through Sam's backpack, extracting only the essentials—some notepads and pens—before locking up and summoning a cab.

The taxi ride was short, dropping her off a block from the high school that seemed to be the epicenter of the disappearances. Determined not to be sidelined, Julia's resolve had solidified during the drive; she was not one to sit idly by. Her youthful appearance, accentuated by her soft features and vibrant hair, allowed her to merge seamlessly with the student body. To them, she was merely another face in the crowd, albeit a new one.

Throughout the day, Julia navigated the high school corridors with an ease born of necessity, her guise as a student unchallenged. The notes she took were not on academic subjects but on whispers of gossip that floated through the air, clues that might lead them to the heart of the darkness they sought to dispel.

She found a willing source of information in a group of girls, quick to embrace the newcomer and just as quick to spill the secrets haunting their halls. They spoke of a house, ominously perched on the town's edge—a place of dares and bravado turned sinister. Where once teenagers emerged from its depths with tales of fright and laughter, now, some entered and were swallowed by its shadows, never to return.

Julia listened, her pen flying across the pages of Sam's notepad, capturing every detail. This was no mere high school drama; it was a lead, and possibly the key to solving the string of disappearances that had brought the Winchesters—and her—to this town.

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Disappointment etched their features as the Winchester brothers made their way back to the Impala, the day's efforts yielding nothing but frustration. Dean, ever the voice of blunt realism, broke the silence as he settled behind the wheel. "Well, that was a bust," he grumbled, the ignition turning over with a roar that seemed to echo his sentiment. Their visit to the local sheriff had ended as many others had before—without leads or useful information.

The drive back to the motel was a quiet one, marked by the setting sun casting long shadows over the road. They arrived back at their temporary home, the parking lot of the motel now familiar territory. Sam, retrieving the room keys from his pocket, made his way to their room with a sense of resigned routine.

As Sam unlocked the door and pushed it open, he was met with the unexpected sight of his belongings meticulously arranged on his bed. The anomaly caught him off guard. "Uh—Dean?" he called out, his voice tinged with confusion, halting Dean's attempts to rouse Julia from her room.

Dean paused in the midst of knocking on Julia's door, his calls unanswered. "Julia, we're back!" he announced, a hint of concern creeping into his voice as silence greeted his announcement. "Jules?!" he tried again, louder this time, the absence of her response stirring a worry he hadn't anticipated. The brothers exchanged a glance, an unspoken agreement that something was amiss settling between them.

he growing panic was palpable between the brothers as Dean raised his hand to knock once more on Julia's door, his muscles tensed in preparation to force entry. But then, a laugh—a sound so distinctly Julia—drifted towards them, diffusing the tension like mist. They turned to see her, her auburn hair a beacon among a group of teenage girls, her laughter a reassurance that she was safe.

As the group dispersed, Julia approached, Sam's backpack slung casually over her shoulder, her face alight with the thrill of her impromptu investigation. "Hey, how was the FBI investigating?" she greeted with a smile, fishing for her key.

Dean and Sam could only stare, their worry morphing into disbelief. "Where were you?" Dean managed, his voice a mix of relief and lingering concern.

Julia, unlocking her door, turned to them, an explanation ready. "Well, I couldn't just stay here, and since I look young enough, I went undercover at the high school," she said, handing Sam his backpack with an apologetic glance. "Sorry for the mess, I was in a rush."

Sam, still processing her audacity, took his belongings and vanished into their room, leaving Dean to confront Julia about her solo venture.

"You should've told us where you were going. What if something had happened?" Dean's words tumbled out in a rush, the protective edge in his voice belying his deep concern for her.

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to help," Julia responded, her voice soft, her intent clear in her eyes as she stood in the doorway of her room.

"I got some information if that helps," she added, hoping to offset his worry with the promise of progress.

Dean paused, the initial surge of frustration ebbing away as he took in her earnest expression. "You're off the hook this time," he finally said, a reluctant smile breaking through. "But next time, you roll with us. No more solo missions, got it?"

Julia's relief was palpable, her smile grateful. "Got it," she agreed, the promise hanging between them—a new understanding forged in the day's unexpected events.

Julia made her way into the brothers' room, a space marked by the transient nature of their lives—bags half-unpacked, weapons carelessly strewn about, a testament to their readiness to move at a moment's notice. She perched on the edge of one of the beds, the brothers attentive as she prepared to share her findings.

"So, I talked to this girl, Gemma, at the school," Julia began, her voice steady with the weight of her discovery. "She told me about this haunted house on the outskirts of town. It's like this local legend among the teens. They dare each other to go inside, and it used to be just harmless fun. But something's changed."

She paused for a moment, ensuring she had their full attention. "Recently, anyone who's gone in... hasn't come out. There haven't been any bodies found because, well, it seems like only the high schoolers know their friends are missing. They haven't told any adults because they're all bound by some sort of pact."

The room was thick with the implication of her words, the weight of the unsaid hanging between them. The case they were facing had just taken on a new, more sinister dimension, rooted in the very rituals of adolescence and silence.

Dean leaned forward, his expression morphing from intrigue to determination as Julia's story sank in. Running a hand through his hair, he let out a low whistle, the gears clearly turning in his head. "Haunted house, huh? Sounds like our kind of party," he mused, the hint of a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth despite the gravity of the situation. "All right then, looks like we're crashing this ghostly get-together tonight. Time to gear up and see what's really going down at this spooky little high school legend."

Sam, ever the researcher, opened his laptop, already typing away in search of any folklore or history that might give them an edge. "This pact among the students... it adds an extra layer of complexity. But if this house is the epicentre of the disappearances, we need to investigate it thoroughly." He looked up from his screen, his face set in a mask of seriousness. "We should approach this carefully, make sure we're prepared for whatever's inside. Let's gather what we need and head out."

To be continued . . .

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simpforfandom231 · 4 months

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basketball star PT 7

Upon arriving at Julie's place, the atmosphere shifted to one of coziness and relaxation. The girls changed into comfortable clothes, and Y/N, being the nurturing older sister, helped Elena into her pajamas. With a watchful eye, she made sure Elena dutifully brushed her teeth before they all settled into the living room.

Elena, bubbling with excitement, couldn't contain her fangirling over the prospect of her big sister having a coffee date with a Hollywood superstar. "Y/N, this is like a dream! Rachel Zegler is so cool! You've got to tell me everything after the date!"

Julie, always ready for some playful banter, joined forces with Elena in teasing Y/N. "Oh, absolutely! We need all the juicy details. Don't leave anything out, Y/N. We're your personal paparazzi now."

Y/N, rolling her eyes but smiling, shot back, "You two are insufferable. Can't a girl go on a date without her own fan club?"

As they settled into the evening, Y/N's phone buzzed frequently with messages from Rachel. In the midst of the conversation, Y/N couldn't help but share the ongoing teasing with the actress. "Just so you know, my little sister and Julie are teaming up to tease me mercilessly. Brace yourself for the interrogation after the date."

Rachel's reply came swiftly, "I think it's cute. Besides, I'm looking forward to our coffee date. Who knows, maybe it'll be the start of something special."

As the text exchanges became more flirtatious, Y/N found herself smiling at the screen. Julie, still in cahoots with Elena, chimed in, "What's the latest, Y/N? Any lovey-dovey messages from Hollywood land?"

Y/N playfully glared at Julie, "You're enjoying this way too much, Jules."

Elena, grinning mischievously, added, "Come on, Y/N! We need the deets!"

The banter continued, and the living room echoed with laughter as Y/N navigated the playful teasing from her best friend and baby sister. Little did they know, the night was unfolding into a charming tale of unexpected connections, shared laughter, and the promise of a coffee date that might just lead to something more.

As the night progressed, bedtime approached for Elena, but the spirited young girl was not ready to surrender to slumber. Protesting with all the fervor an enthusiastic twelve-year-old could muster, she insisted, "I'm not tired, Y/N! I promise, I can stay up longer!"

Y/N, standing firm on her promise to their mom, tried to reason with Elena, "Seastar, we promised Mom to get you to bed at a decent hour. You don't want her to think I can't handle babysitting, right?"

Elena crossed her arms defiantly, "But I'm not a baby, Y/N! I can stay up late like you and Julie!"

In the midst of their playful argument, Y/N's phone chimed with the familiar tune of "Dance Again" by Selena Gomez, indicating an incoming call. Caught off guard, Y/N fumbled for her phone, accidentally letting it slip out of her hand in sheer shock.

Picking up the phone without checking the caller ID, Y/N stammered, "Hello? Who's this?"

The sweet and somewhat sleepy voice on the other end revealed the caller to be none other than Rachel Zegler. Y/N, stunned into silence, fumbled with her words, the unexpected call catching her completely off guard.

Rachel, sensing Y/N's flustered state, spoke with concern, "I hope it's not a bad time. Did I catch you at a bad moment?"

Y/N, finally finding her voice, exclaimed, "Oh, no! It's... it's totally okay that you called. I just didn't expect it."

As Y/N stumbled over her words, Rachel found her nervousness endearing. "You sound adorable when you're flustered," Rachel confessed, her voice warm and gentle.

In the background, Julie and Elena, having figured out the identity of the caller, couldn't resist joining in on the fun. Their teasing shouts and comments echoed through the room, and Rachel, on the other end, couldn't help but giggle at the playful banter.

Y/N, trying to maintain composure, shot a snarky comment back at her sister and best friend, "Alright, alright! You two can save the commentary for later. I'm on the phone with a Hollywood star here!"

Julie, signaling to Y/N that she would handle putting Elena to bed, mouthed a "thank you" to Y/N before heading off to manage the bedtime situation. In the background, Elena's protests against her best friend's intervention could be heard, adding a touch of chaos to the already lively scene.

#rachel zegler #lucy gray baird x reader #lucy gray x reader #lucy gray baird x you #lucy gray x fem!reader #fanfic #fandom #lucy gray #lucy gray baird #story

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madame-fear · 7 months

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THERES A GUY IN HERE THAT LOOKS LIKE AN OLDER VERSION OF JULES BIGARNET IM IN THE MIDDLE OF A FRIENDA BDAY SO I CANT REALLY FANGIRL

#JAJDKFJKDKDKFJDKD help me im CRYINGBAND SCREAMING #amira (also) loves jules angelo bigarnet #fangirlism #✧.* amiraverse

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imsparky2002 · 10 months

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Mylene’s Into Monsters - Start of Monsterpocalypse

Mylene: Ok, I've got videos of cows being slaughtered to watch, and a pin to poke on my arm. That should get me to be mad. What about you?

Juleka: I’m scrolling through anti-LGBT blogs!

(As they do so, they begin to tense up, and as the akuma flies in the window, they giggle like fangirls. As it hits them, Hawk Moth enters their minds.)

Hawk Moth: Horrificator, Night Jester, I am Hawk- (He's cut off by the girls, who squee in his ears)

Mylene: Turn us into monsters!

Juleka: Really scary ones! I wanna make Rose scream with joy!

Hawk Moth: Wait... you want to be akumatized?

Mylene: Yes, please grant our wish?

(Hawk Moth is genuinely stunned. This had never happened to him before, and if he thought anyone would want to become a brainwashed monster, it would be someone truly evil, like Chloe.)

Hawk Moth: I.. er.. you do realize that you have to be angry for me to do such a thing? I feed on people’s negative emotions.

Juleka: Well, we’ll be pretty pissed if you don’t do so.

Hawk Moth: Fair enough. It’s just... well that kinda takes the fun out of it for me.

Mylene: We promise we’ll do whatever you ask!

Hawk Moth: *Sighing* Oh my god, I’m really doing this. Ok, fine. So you want to be monsters, right?

Juleka: Uh huh! I wanna be a vampire clown, with spider legs!

Mylene: And I wanna throw up acid vomit!

Hawk Moth: Yes yes! Whatever! Freaking weirdos!

(He turns them into their Akumas. Also Horrificator can talk.)

Horrificator: Eeee!!! We look so beautiful! (She trills happily)

Juleka: Let’s go out and share the wonders of monsterloving! (Her legs jitter with excitement!)

(As he lets them cut off connection, he sits dejectedly in his chair.)

Hawk Moth: Nooroo, Dark Wings Fall.

(He turns back into Gabriel, and takes off his Miraculous.)

Nooroo: Master, what are you-

Gabriel: I give up, Nooroo. Give these and the brooch and put it in a place where Cat Noir and Ladybug can find them. I’m announcing my retirement.

Nooroo: But why?

Gabriel: I’d rather give up my attempt to save Emilie than be mocked forever for unleashing monsterloving akumas onto the world.

Nooroo: Won’t those girls be trapped in their akuma forms forever.

Gabriel: Oh... I don’t think they’ll see it that way. Something tells me we need to leave Paris immediately. I fear that we’ve just unleashed an apocalypse.

Nooroo: Oh bother.

Here’s a sequel of sorts to Horrificator but slightly different. I just thought it’d be funny if her and Jules’s monster loving is what caused Hawk Moth to give up. Thanks to Weeby for helping with the first half of the story dialogue. Make sure to reblog, reply, ask and post. @artzychic27 @msweebyness

#mylene haprele #mylene #juleka couffaine #juleka #hawk moth #nooroo #gabriel agreste #gabriel #kwami #miraculous ladybug #miraculous #crack au #crack #akuma #mylene's into monsters #so is juleka #monster lover #horrificator

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sanityshorror · 11 months

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Another Julius canon info please!!

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I'm so sorry, this is all over the place and I'm pretty sure I've already posted all the information over the course of the last 15 months (I can't believe I posted Julius 15 months ago..) I included his ref and some illustrations/doodles/stretches to jazz it up. ANYWAY

Julius stands at 6'5 inches in his boots, 6'2 without.

Julius is all about deception. Nothing more than a thin veil of beauty to hide the rot beneath – both metaphorically and literally, as Julius is always rotting inside. This leads him to have to regularly replace his internal organs to prevent the rot from consuming him. He has a special rose that decays at the same rate as his body, which lets him know when it's time to change the insides.

If Julius doesn't keep up with maintaining his body, his false form will eventually completely rot and he'll be left in his true form until he fully rebuilds a new body to be his false form

↑ has never happened, however. Being a perfectionist, Julius always keeps up with self maintenance.

Julius is significantly more messed up than Killian. Deception is a helluva thing. There's a reason he scares the living shit out of Killian.

Killian nearly always calls him 'Jules' (his nickname for him), instead of Julius. (Keep that in mind, it's important for MWTSN)

Julius loves animals, especially cats. He really loves cats. He doesn't own any, to his dismay, because he panics over the idea of cat hair getting everywhere.

Julius is basically a cat in human form. Killian discovered when they were young children, if he dangled a string in front of Julius's face, Julius would watch it swing back and forth silently before eventually pouncing at it with no warning. Julius still does this.

Julius is completely apolitical.

He usually uses straws with his drinks, and has a tendency to deliberately loudly slurp from them.

He's generally just a complete sassy bitch and petty as hell.

He's not actually stupid and clearly is rather intelligent. His lack of knowledge on many logic 101 things is based on either 1) the lack of education being a product of his time 2) Julius only learns about things he has interest in, if something doesn't interest him, you couldn't pay him to learn.

Still.. He is..a little dumb xD ↓

Julius was born December 24, 1874 in the outskirts of Dublin, Ireland. He immigrated to Boston shortly after turning 18.

Being a man from the 1800s, he has the expected skill set of one. Meaning, yes, he can hunt, build stuff, ride horses, knows how to survive in the wilderness off the land, so on and so forth.

Julius came from a working class family and came into his money on his own, having a very successful dress shop.

Julius is age locked at exactly 24, he was killed on his 24th birthday.

He was born a human but has been a demon since January of 1899.

He's mob affiliated because of Killian.

His stuffed animal Mr Bear doesn't have any supernatural aspects, Mr Bear is just a regular plushie that Julius is very attached to. He's had Mr Bear since longer than he can remember (fun fact: he was actually gifted Mr Bear by his mother on the day he was born). Mr Bear is very much a comfort item to Julius, he kinda brings it everywhere.

Julius has childish behavior but it's due to mental/emotional stunting, as well as OSDD (I won't elaborate on his OSDD, at least at this time).

Julius is also wise farrrrr beyond his years in other aspects.

He really can't stand being called a Twink lol (he's really not a Twink at all).

Julius is a bit intimidated/made anxious by "fangirls"

He's gay, idk where the bisexual (and straight🗿) rumors began but he's canonically gay and married to Killian Lynch (who is pan)

source: myself, I created both Julius and Killian xD

#creepypasta #julius the dressmaker #killian lynch #julius doherty #creepypasta facts #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta hc #creepypasta fandom #🧸 anon

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Scarabée and Kitty Claws AU

Mr Pigeon. An upset Bird Dad.

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It's been a couple of days since Adrien's birthday and he happily posted about the many gifts from his new friends.

The rapid fangirls weren't very happy, but his classmates were quite happy for him.

What caught a few of them off guard was that Chloé Bourgeois of all people thought of something as nice and personal as a photo collage of the two of them.

💙Mari-Caroon🥐: Did you guys see what Chloé made Adrien?

❤Best Blogger📱: Oh please! She probably made Sabrina do ALL the work!

💥Alix the Awesome🥇: All that matters is that Mr. Sunshine had a happy birthday!

👑Princess Rose🌹: Yeah! And besides maybe Chloé's trying to change. She hasn't pulled any of her infamous pranks on us yet.

💜Priceless Jule💎: It's still quite early in the school year, Sweetie.

🎥Mylegend♻️: Who knows what she'll have planned....

Alix puts her phone away as she got ready for class.

Tikki: Is this Chloé girl REALLY that bad?

Alix: It's complicated Tikki... very complicated.

At Le Grand Paris, Chloé was still over the moon that Adrien loved her gift enough to post it on Instagram.

The two happily texted each other.

🐱Catty-Chlo💛: I'm so happy you loved your gift, Sunshine!

🌟Princely Sunshine☀️: It's beautiful, Chlo! I gotta repay on your birthday. How about I get Scarabée to make an appearance? It'll be tough without an Akuma Attack to find her, but I'll find a way!

Chloé couldn't help but blush as she read the text from Adrien.

🐱Catty-Chlo💛: Shut up and get ready for school!

🌟Princely Sunshine☀️: So mean! Let's hope Scarabée doesn't see this side of you!

Chloé rolls her eyes before putting her phone in her purse.

Chloé wasn't looking forward to her own birthday, but she was happy that Adrien had fun on his.

~~~~~At School~~~~~~

Mr. Damocles is in Miss Bustier's classroom, telling the students about a design competition being hosted at the school.

The objective of the competition is to design and create a derby hat, which will be judged by fashion designer Gabriel Agreste.

Marinette, Juleka with Rose, Mylène, and Alix decide to enter the competition.

The five of them were taking about the competition during lunch.

Alya: Ladies! How does it feel to have the opportunity to create something to be judged by Gabriel Agreste?

Marinette: Very nervous! I haven't made a derby hat before, but for my dream, I'll have to try.

Rose: I'm supporting Juleka. So I know for a fact she's gonna be great!

Juleka, blushing: Thanks...

Mylène: I decided to get outta my comfort zone. So I'm hoping to have fun.

The group then notices how quiet Alix has been.

Alix: Out of all of us, I know I'm the least likely to win, given my style. But it's been a while since I applied my artistic style to clothing. So I wanna have fun too!

Rose: I'm sure Mr. Agreste will LOVE your style!

Chloé and Sabrina could hear the two from their table (Gabriel makes Adrien eat lunch at home).

Chloé wasn't entering the competition and only Sabrina and Adrien knew why.

Chloé, internally: Although it's unlikely that she'll win. I bet Ally-Kins' hat will be incredible.

Little did they know, a certain someone was planning on coping their derby hat ideas!

And her name was Brigiette Alarie!

Brigiette, internally: Once I beautifully outdo every "talented and creative" girl in Adrien's class, Mr. Agreste will see me as the PERFECT daughter in-law!

So she followed the girls around and asks to about their hat ideas, to make sure "they don't copy her idea!"

~Juleka and Rose while they're walking to class~

Juleka: Well-

Rose: It's a surprise! But it'll be super cute! Just like my Juleka!

~Mylène after she closes her locker~

Mylène: Can't say! It's a surprise and I want everyone to be surprised.

~Alix during gym class~

Alix: Even if I were to tell you, I'm only entering for fun, not to win.

~Marinette before the final day of the day~

Marinette: Since I haven't designed a Derby Hat before, I don't know just yet...

Brigiette, internally: OUT OF ALL PEOPLE, YOU'D THINK MARINETTE WOULD HAVE A DESIGN READY!

After school, the girls when home to work on their derby hats.

Except for Marinette, who goes to the Trocadéro for inspiration (unaware that Brigiette decided to follow her).

Marinette sits outside at the Trocadéro with her sketchbook open on her lap.

She sketches various versions of derby hats before ripping them out and crumpling them beside her.

Brigiette watches from afar as she does this.

Brigiette, internally: Only the very best for Mr. Agreste and my dearest Adrien.

As she becomes more dejected, a man appears, moving his arms like wings and cooing to the pigeons.

Xavier Ramier sits on a bench and calls the pigeons to him with a whistle.

He then brings out a bag of bird food, tossing it to the pigeons.

Roger Raincomprix stalks over and yells at Xavier for feeding the pigeons, stating that, if he continues to feed them, they will crowd the park and leave their droppings everywhere.

Confiscating the bird food, Roger kicks Xavier out of the park. Marinette feels sorry for him.

After noticing the many pigeon feathers on the ground, Marinette becomes quite inspired and starts hurriedly sketching the idea.

Meanwhile, Xavier sits on a bench overlooking the Seine, dejected.

Hawk Moth senses Xavier's sorrow and sends an akuma to him, which enters his bird call.

Hawk Moth tells Xavier that the police and park keepers should not be allowed to stop him from taking care of his pigeons and offers him the chance to take revenge on them.

Xavier grins, turning into the villain, Mr. Pigeon.

He takes off, flapping his arms and cooing.

At the same time, Marinette finishes her sketch.

When she holds up her book to admire it in the light, Brigiette takes a picture of the sketch with her phone and hugs it to her chest.

Brigiette, whispering: Yes! Mr. Agreste's praise and Adrien's love are MINE!

At The Louvre, Alix was working on her own hat and was almost done.

She was able to sew in her signature street art style light blue and black A into the dark blue derby hat, but felt like something think was missing.

Alix, internally: Damnit, it needs one more thing. But what?

Tikki, giving Alix a pear: You can think of something, Alix!

Alim, knocking on the door: Alix? Are you still working on your hat? I could come back later.

Tikki: *quickly hides under Alix's pillow*

Alix: Come in, I'm just taking a quick break!

When he walks into the room holding a small box, Alim's quite impressed by Alix's derby hat.

Alim: Are you sure you aren't trying to wait, Sweetie? This hat looks incredible!

Alix: It'd be even more incredible if I found out what I was missing!

Alim: I had a feeling you'd get Artist's Block. So I got these. *puts the box on Alix's desk*

Alix: What's this? *opens the box and starts to tear up* Dad... are these...?

Alim: You and Jalil loved making these little feather swords with your mother and I when you were younger. Maybe they can help inspire you?

Alix: *hugs Alim tightly* Thanks dad!

Alim, hugging her back: No problem. Now pick one! I can't wait to see which one you pick for the hat!

Alix then picks up a cerulean feather sword and attaches it to the derby hat.

Alim: Just as I thought. Perfect.

Alix: I know right?

Alim leaves Alix's room with a smile before closing the door.

Alim, looking at his own feather sword: I know you're proud of them, Dalia...

Tikki, flying up to Alix: Since you're done, let's go great cookies to celebrate!

Alix: Of course you'd think of that as a way to celebrate. Guess I'll get some macaroons to go with the smoothie I wanna make. Let's go!

Just as Alix walks up to the Dupain-Cheng Bakery, Marinette runs out in a hurry.

Alix: Whoa Marinette! What's the hurry?

Marinette: I need a pigeon feather for my derby hat!

Alix: I'll help you find one. I finished my hat before coming here.

Marinette: Thanks!

The two run to the Eiffel Tower, disturbing the pigeons until Marinette grabs a feather.

Alix walks alongside Marinette, who happily skips before bumping into officer Roger.

Roger, however, goes on his merry way after Marinette apologizes.

The two then sees a dark cloud of birds hovering over him before taking him away.

Marinette: Did you see that?

Alix: Yeah... *thinks to herself* Guess those cookies and macaroons will have to wait. I gotta make sure Marinette gets home safe. Can't risk those birds carrying her away too.

Marinette: Scarabée and Kitty Claws will handle this.

Alix: Let's just get you home. Your place is close!

While Marinette and Alix are on the bus, Alix asks the driver why they can't go faster.

The driver says that they have a situation and tells the people to get off the bus.

Marinette and Alix sees that pigeons are causing the traffic jam, along with other problems all over Paris.

Nadja Chamack, on a nearby screen, reports on the pigeons and is then told that Mr. Pigeon will make an announcement: Paris belongs to the pigeons.

Alix: Marinette, run home now!

Marinette: What about you?!

Alix: You know I'll be fine. Go!

Once Marinette was out of sight, Alix quickly runs to the subway and quickly transforms into Scarabée.

Kitty Claws was on a roof top waiting for Scarabée.

Kitty Claws: I'm so happy I don't have Adrien's feather allergy. I hope he's doing okay... With all the pigeons outside and all the presents he got for his birthday, he was more than happy to stay home.

Scarabée runs along Paris' rooftops until she sees hordes of pigeons flying in the sky, all in the shape of airplanes.

She then notices Kitty Claws a few rooftops away and leaps over to her.

Scarabée: Got any info on this situation, KC?

Kitty Claws: Park Keepers are disappearing and there are pigeons everywhere? You wouldn't happen to be allergic to feathers, would you?

Scarabée: Nope! But I do know for a fact that pigeons are taking Police Officers and thanks to your info, Park Keepers.

Kitty Claws: Where Could they have taken them all?

Scarabée: Don't know, but I got a plan on how we could find out.

~~~~~~At the Place des Vosges ~~~~~~

Kitty Claws, dressed as a Park Keeper: Itty-Bitty, you should've told me you like a girl in uniform~

Scarabée, blushing while holding Kitty Claws' jacket: I told you to put on JUST the hat! The outfit was all you! Just act natural!!

Kitty Claws: I can't help that I'm naturally good looking~

A pigeon sees her and flies off to report to Mr. Pigeon.

Mr. Pigeon praises the pigeon for telling him. A flock of pigeons takes Mr. Pigeon away.

Scarabée: Where is he?

Kitty Claws: Do you think he'll show- *gets carried away by a cloud of pigeons*

Scarabée follows the cloud to the ceiling of the hotel Le Grand Paris.

Scarabée and a now freed Kitty Claws find themselves surrounded by pigeons as Mr. Pigeon reveals himself to the two while standing on a flock of pigeons.

The pigeons surround Scarabée and Kitty Claws, trapping them in a massive bird cage.

Mr. Pigeon, under Hawkmoth's command: Give up your Miraculouses or my pigeons will attack with their poop!

Scarabée and Kitty Claws: EWWWWWW!!!!

Kitty Claws: CATACLYSM!!!!

Kitty Claws quickly uses her cataclysm on the mental bar, quickly rusting them before they fell apart.

Freeing the two heroines, who stepped closer to Mr. Pigeon.

As soon as they come close to Mr. Pigeon, he escapes by walking off the side of the hotel, shouting, "Merry Christmas."

He sends the remaining pigeons to attack the two heroes.

Scarabée and Kitty Claws run inside, slamming the door shut on the pigeons.

They head downstairs, but Kitty Claws' ring beeps; she has 4 minutes left before her transformation deactivates.

They head to the ground floor finding Mayor André Bourgeois.

André: Scarabée! Kitty Claws! These pigeons are scaring all the tourists! Please tell me you'll be able to fix this?!

Scarabée: Of course, but we'll need-

Kitty Claws, bouncing up and down: An empty room and runny camembert please!

André: Of course Miss Class! Get her to the Royal Suite!

One of the hotel's servents got a plate of runny camembert cheese and walked Kitty Claws to the Royal Suite.

Kitty Claws, to Servent: No need to wait at the door! I'll be fine! *quickly closes the door before transforming back*

Plagg, exhausted: *laying on the pillow* You need to get some of these pillows for your room!

Chloé: Hurry up and eat the cheese! If I leave Scarabée alone with my dad for too long, he'll show her pictures of me at my ballet recital when I was eight!

Plagg, with his mouth full: How do you know?

Chloé: He does it with every important person he meets!

~~~With André and Scarabée~~~

André, picking up a big book: I hope my Chloé's okay! If you haven't noticed my daughter means the world to me.

Scarabée: As a girl with a loving dad, I'm sure you mean the world to her too.

André, caught off guard: Thank you... how about I show you some of her-

Kitty Claws, quickly running up to the two: COME ON, SCARABÉE! LET'S GO GET THIS AKUMA!!! *grabs Scarabée's hand and leaves*

Scarabée and Kitty Claws, at a higher vantage point, glances out a window and sees that the pigeons are flying in the same direction and they follow the pigeons.

They reach the Grand Palais and find the park keepers caged inside. They climb up to the roof to enter the Palais from a window.

The two make themselves known to Mr. Pigeon and their battle begins!

He attacks with his pigeons, sending Scarabée and Kitty Claws into the park keepers' cage's bars.

Scarabée uses her Lucky Charm, and a coin appears.

Using her lucky vision, Scarabée spots a support beam and a vending machine.

Scarabée runs toward Mr. Pigeon, sliding underneath him while her yo-yo wraps around his ankle.

She then jumps up to the support beam, swinging over it once, wrapping up her yo-yo's string.

Scarabée runs ahead, putting the coin into the vending machine and buying a small bag of popcorn.

She throws the bag in the air and Kitty Claws uses his staff to break it.

Most of the popcorn lands on Mr. Pigeon.

The pigeons surround Mr. Pigeon and eat the popcorn off of him.

As he is distracted, Scarabée yanks on her yo-yo, pulling Mr. Pigeon into the air.

The bird call slips from his neck, landing on the ground.

Scarabée, Kitty Claws, and Mr. Pigeon go after it.

They grab it simultaneously, Mr. Pigeon's hand directly on top of it, then Kitty Claws', then Scarabée's.

Scarabée grabs Kitty Claws' hand and smashes it down on Mr. Pigeon's hand, breaking the bird call. The akuma flies out from it.

Scarabée catches it, purifies it, and uses Miraculous Cure to return everything back to normal.

Mr. Pigeon turns back into Mr. Ramier. Hawk Moth swears revenge on Scarabée and pigeons.

Scarabée: Perfect job as usual, KC!

Kitty Claws: Thanks Itty-Bitty! *pulls her into a side hug and takes the picture with her baton*

After transform back Alix makes her way to the Dupain-Cheng Bakery to buy her macaroons and Tikki's cookies.

Marinette, running down the stairs: Alix! You're okay!

Alix: Sorry I didn't call, I was too busy dodging pigeon shit.

Marinette: EWWWW!!!

Alix: I know right? So, are you done with your hat?

Marinette: Yeah! It looks awesome! I can't wait for you all to see it!!

Alix: Knowing your skills, you're probably gonna win.

Marinette: Thanks.

Alix then buys her tasty treats and leaves.

~~~~~~The Next Day~~~~~~

At the school, the design competition is about to begin.

Nathalie introduces herself to Mr. Damocles, and he wonders where Gabriel Agreste is.

Nathalie shows that he is going to be judging via her tablet. Gabriel orders Adrien to take Nathalie around the school.

Chloé was there as well, but only to watch with Sabrina.

She rolled her eyes as Brigiette glared daggers at her though.

Brigiette, internally: SHE'S NOT EVEN COMPETING! WHY IS SHE HERE?! No matter, after Mr. Agreste sees MY derby hat, I'll be the only girl allowed in Adrien's life!

Marinette and the others weren't very happy to see that Brigiette copied her derby hat.

But they had a plan for her.

Gabriel only glanced at most of the hats for a brief second before moving on to the next one.

Alix's hat was before Marinette's and Brigiette's.

Gabriel had Nathalie face the tablet to her hat for a bit longer then the others before moving on.

Which confused Alix quite abit.

Once Gabriel commented on how Marinette and Brigiette's derby hats were the same, Brigiette puts her crocodile tears to work.

Brigiette, fake crying: I can't believe you Marinette! How could you copy ME!?

Marinette: Actually I didn't. I can prove the hat is my original design.

Gabriel: Go ahead.

Marinette: Everything is handmade. From the embroidery to the weaving of the band, to the stitching off the brim. All done by myself. There's a special design that only the designer knows about. *shows them her signature on the hat* I signed mine.

Adrien, remembering that his scarf had her signature on it as well: She's right father!

Brigiette, shocked that Adrien took Marinette's side: WHA-

Alix: Hey, did she ask anyone else about their ideas for the competition yesterday or just me?

Marinette, Mylène, Juleka, and Rose: YEAH!

Brigiette: *runs away actually crying*

Gabriel: Very exquisite creation. You definitely have the laboring hands of a hat maker, Miss...

Adrien: Marinette!

Gabriel: Congratulations on your demonstration, Miss Marinette. You are the winner.

The other girls cheered while Alix gave Marinette a big hug.

Chloé wasn't surprised one bit.

Adrien: Great job, Marinette.

Marinette: Thanks, Adrien.

When Adrien goes to put on the hat, he starts sneezing.

Adrien: Sorry, I'm allergic to feathers.

Marinette, panicking: No, I'm sorry! I'll get a fake one as soon as I can!

Adrien, caught off guard: T-thanks.

Chloé, muttering: You better replace that feather, Dupain-Cheng.

Sabrina: Are you ready to go now, Chloé?

Chloé: Yeah.

As the two walk towards the exit, Chloé couldn't help but admire Alix's derby hat abit more.

She then notices a rather familiar accessory.

Chloé, shocked: Is that...?

When Chloé got home, she immediately runs to her room and pulls a box from under her box.

Instead this box was pictures of Chloé and Alix when they were young, prize toys Alix won for her at kiddie games, and a small cerulean feather sword.

Chloé didn't know she was crying until her tears fell into the box.

"We made so many of these with Dalia..."

Inspired by: @emdoddles @princess-of-the-corner @muggle-born-princess @dcschart @justanotherpersonsuniverse @symphonic-scream

#Miraculous Ladybug #Miraculous Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir #AUs #Scarabée and Kitty Claws AU #Chloé Bourgeois #Chloe Bourgeois #Alix Kubdel #Chloe x Alix #Chlolix #Aloé #Other Characters

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