Just Kidding. I Posted Two Things. Now Im Disappearing For Three More Months.

❛   ▌┊𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 :   marinette  ( @yinbug ) .

            ❝   Excusez-moi?  Did  you  have  a  traumatic  brain  injury  in  the  last  few  days  or  did  I  just  hear  correctly  that  you  lied  to  Adrien  about  his  father?!   ❞

            𝐓𝐎  𝐒𝐀𝐘  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐂𝐇𝐋𝐎𝐄́  𝐈𝐒  𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐘  𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃  𝐁𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓  𝐎𝐅  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐘.  She  can  feel  her  old  self  returning  —  nasty,  venomous  words  on  the  tip  of  her  tongue  —  threatening  to  return  Chloé  to  ground  zero  in  her  redemption  progress.

            ❝   What  were  you  thinking,  Marinette?!   ❞

            It  takes  tremendous  effort  not  to  immediately  revert  to  calling  Marinette  by  the  old,  crude  moniker  of  'Marinella'  in  her  ire,  but  she  is  just  so  ridiculously  upset.  At  Marinette  for  lying  to  him.  At  Kagami  for  her  complicit  silence.  At  Hawk—  M.  Agreste—for  starting  it  all.  Even  Nathalie  knows  the  truth. They  may  be  okay  to  keep  Adrien  in  the  dark,  but  Chloé  can't.  She  won't.

            ❝   You  have  to  tell  him.  He  deserves  to  know  the  truth!   ❞

❛ you’re not a very convincing liar. ❜ ♡ luka

200 random dialogue prompts / accepting !!

I don't need anyone! she had screeched.

𝐂𝐇𝐋𝐎𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑; like she was something worthy to be looked at, rather than like some villain out of a Saturday morning cartoon. In all her desperate attempts to maintain control, she'd pushed it too far and almost lost everything. As it was, Sabrina barely acknowledged her and Adrien wouldn't return any of her calls. Even her father was threatening to send her to a boarding school in London. Left with no friends and a tattered reputation, Chloe had hit her lowest point and didn't know how to claw her way out of the hole she had dug herself into.

As if that wasn't bad enough, Luka had caught her in a vulnerable moment where frustrated tears had sprung forth and overflowed. She had expected him to laugh at her, maybe tell her she deserved every bit of karma that came her way. He would have been right — a bitter thought that came to mind. But he didn't. Perhaps worse than that, he took up the space next to her on the bench and offered to hear her out. Like it was easy. Like they were actually friends.

Chloe threw herself from the bench as if she'd been electrocuted, manicured nails biting into her palms until she could feel the skin tear, screeching at him to leave her alone. She didn't need him. She didn't need anyone.

You're not a very convincing liar, he'd said.

He was so calm about it, so earnest that it actually made Chloe quiet. She stared at him for a long moment before her eyes narrowed into suspicion.

❝ Why are you here? What do you want, Luka? ❞

Send ✏ (or "PENCIL") for mun to write about a muse they thought about trying to roleplay or one they are already roleplaying outside Tumblr RPC.

It can be either original or canon.

❝ Pardon my intrusion, ❞ the intermingled voices are nothing but polite, their tones a symphony of concern. Palms raise in a show of deference; they mean no harm. They come in peace. ❝ It's just—I sensed your doubt, you see. I know it's probably hard to believe, since we're usually on opposing sides... but I'd like to help, if you'll let me. ❞

They're careful to maintain their distance; even in her mindspace, Chloé Bourgeois—Queen Bee—would never allow the comfort Chrysalis would offer their usual targets.

❝ It's painful that they still don't fully trust you, even after all this time. ❞ Rather than a question, they state it as fact; there is no need to wonder when they feel it, too. ❝ You try and try to prove yourself to them that you're different now, but you're still the last one they call, still the one being given lesser tasks. ❞

❝ I can give you the power to make them acknowledge you. Only if you say yes, of course. The choice is yours. ❞ They take a step forward now, cautiously placing a hand on the heroine's arm. Though their head tilts a little, their masked face remains ever passive. ❝ I only want to help. ❞

            𝐂𝐇𝐋𝐎𝐄  𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘  𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐈𝐋𝐒;  because  she  has  been  down  this  road  before  (  again  and  again  and  again  )  and  she  knows  how  it  will  end.  She  doesn't  want  to  be  the  bad  guy  anymore,  alone  with  no  friends  or  support  system.  Chloé  had  been  trying,  she  had  been  making  an  effort.  Her  friends  (  could  she  even  call  them  that?  )  just  needed  more  time,  didn't  they?

            She  hates  that  she  doubts.  Hates  even  more  that,  in  some  small  way,  Chrysalis  isn't  wrong.  But  Chloé  is  so  scared  of  failing  again,  of  letting  everyone  down  —  how  could  she  possibly  trust  the  holder  of  the  Butterfly  Miraculous?

            ❝  Ugh,  you  don't  want  to  help  me,  ❞  Chloé  snips,  rearing  her  head  to  glare  at  the  emotionless  mask.  ❝  You  want  me  to  fail.  You  want  me  to  let  my  friends  down  and  prove  them  right  that  I  haven't  changed!  You  ——  ❞  You  want  me  to  be  alone.

            Her  temper  rises,  not  just  because  of  what  Chrysalis  says,  but  because  even  the  enemy  thinks  she  can't  change.  That  she'll  fall  right  back  into  her  old  ways.  Ridiculous!

            Well,  maybe  they  don't  really  know  Chloé  Bourgeois  at  all.

❝   ——Get  out.  GET  OUT!  I  don't  want  or  need  your  kind  of  help.  I'll  earn  their  trust  back  on  my  own!   ❞  She  shrugs  the  hand  away  from  her  arm,  turning  away  with  a  petulant  air  of  defiance.  ❝  And  take  your  tacky,  purple  smoke  with  you.  You're  a  fashion  disaster  worse  than  Hawkmoth.  ❞

open to mutuals. ↳ castles crumbling.

            ❝   They're  screaming  that  they  hate  me.  I  never  wanted  you  to  —  hate  me.   ❞

thinking about chloe performing as clara in the nutcracker. thinking about her parents being too busy to show up. thinking about how chloe expects that no one familiar will be in the audience. and then the curtain opens up and beyond the stage lights she can see the outlines of her classmates sitting there all watching her and maybe she gets a little emotional and cries a little after the show but if anyone mentions it she will deny it to her grave.

❛ 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. ❞

surprising no one, chloé is choosing violence again

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

some quick portrayal notes!

this blog is considered canon-divergent past season three. this for two reasons: one, i haven't finished the show ( i am currently on s4 ) so if i get any information wrong or make headcanons that later may or may not be retconned, this is why; and two, i plan to explore a redemption arc for chloe because we were robbed of one.

in line with both @yinbug and @yangnoir's portrayals, the timeline between s1-s5 does not happen in the span of a few months. chloe is 13 at the time of origins, 14 through season one, 15 through two and three, and 16 through four and five. this will make her sixteen in my main verse.

chloe is a closeted bisexual/biromantic. a lot of this has to do with the status of her family. her father being a politician and her mother being toxic at best, chloe fears how she ( and by proxy, her parents ) may be perceived if she openly admits to having feelings for girls as well as boys. image is everything in her family, and chloe doesn't want to tarnish that — at least not when it comes to her romantic/sexual identity, so she definitely struggles with some internalised fears of rejection.

part of the exploration of chloe's redemption will include her focusing more keenly on her ballet. thus far she has been practising it for eight years and takes pointe classes, though it didn't become a very serious interest until she began to realise she needed to turn her life around. the discipline and focus needed in ballet, and especially pointe, gives chloe a much needed outlet for her frustrations and anger.

this will probably be expanded on/added to as i make my way through s4 and s5.