Ive Never Had Any Of My Work Stolen (to My Knowledge) But That Doesnt Mean I Cant Show My Support For

I’ve never had any of my work stolen (to my knowledge) but that doesn’t mean I can’t show my support for those who have fallen victim to content theft. So, despite the fact that I’m almost done with DYBIM chapter 5 and am currently working on some new ChloNath content, I’ll be holding off on it all until after the blackout is over.

Graphic made by my buddy @squirrellygirlart.

Chlonath Week Day 2: Honey/ Tomato- "Little Stars”

It's late but it's here! I hope you enjoy it!

Ao3

Chloé was bored. She was always bored these days. Ever since she got her miraculous, she had been trying to change (for the better, of course.) But old habits die hard and she found that at times things would just... slip.

Nathanaël had been a victim to one of these unintentional assaults on one fateful day. He was just collecting his to go home for the day. He hadn't noticed Chloé staring at him whilst in deep thought.

'His hair is so red. Who even keeps their hair that red? Is it natural? It like a giant freaking tomato...'

"Wow, thanks for the compliment, Chloé. And yes, my hair is naturally this red."

'Did I just say that out loud? I can't believe I just said that out loud!'

"Year, I can't believe it either."

'I really need to stop doing that!"

"Yeah, you should."

"Don't tell me what to do. You have no right speaking to the Mayor's daughter that way."

She couldn't believe she just pulled the 'daddy' card again. She was starting to see why it used to annoy everyone else. Hell, even she felt annoyed with it. It was silent for a bit. She did not like that. It just started, but she was enjoying the little banter between herself and the artist and she wasn't ready for it to end quite yet. She was about to try and apologize but Nathanaël started speaking first.

"What does this have to do with rights? I was just agreeing with what you were saying. Moreover Chloé, I know you're the Mayor's daughter, everyone knows it. But you need to remember that in the end you're just the Mayor's daughter, you're not the Mayor."

He was so close. How did that happen? And how did she miss that he was taller than her now? And his eyes, she knew he had gorgeous eyes, but seeing them up close? Damn they were amazing. Was he having an effect on her? Yes. Should she let him know? Never. She needed to leave before he got the idea though.

"Point taken. But I have someplace to be and I don't want to be late. We'll continue this tomorrow, Red."

With that, Chloé strutted out of the classroom and made her way into the vehicle waiting outside for her. On her way out, she couldn't help but wonder who he was and what had he done to Nathanaël. He was still Nathanaël, she could see that. But he was no longer the same Nathanaël she could boss around anymore, she liked that.

She spent the next few months taking any chance she got to talk to Nathanaël, although they were usually arguing, not that she minded. It's just for fun. It was just for the pure enjoyment she got from their arguments. That was what she kept telling herself ever. Until one day it dawned on her that maybe that wasn't all it was.

Chloé was collecting her things to go home for the day. She was looking for one of her textbooks but couldn't seem to find it anywhere. She was so busy looking for the book that she hadn't noticed Nathanaël had entered the classroom.

"Hey Chlo, looking for something?"

"Not now Nathan... I can't find my textbook!"

"You mean this textbook?"

"Honestly, I have no time right now. If it has my name on it, then it's my book. Give it to me and move on. If it doesn't have my name on it th n throw it in the trash." She turned around, folding her arms. "It's pretty simple logic, shouldn't be hard, even for you, Red."

"First of all, stop calling me that, second of all, since you feel the need to make smartass comments, I'll just have to keep this chemistry textbook."

He was having way too much fun with this, much to Chloé's dismay. "Give my book, I swear-"

"You have to use your magic words, Chloé."

She rolled her eyes, "Oh trust me, Red, you really don't want to hear my magic words."

He pretended to think about it for a moment before saying 'Touché' as he handed over her book.

it was quiet as Chloé finished putting away the last of her things. It was quiet until Nathanaël broke the silence.

"Sabrina didn't copy those notes for me, did She?"

"What are you talking about?"

"That time I was sick. You gave me notes tha Sabrina copied, except she didn't and it was you, wasn't it?"

He couldn't have figured it out, could he? So she could just play dumb and maybe he would drop it, right?

"I know that you wrote the notes, Chloé."

So much for her plan. She turned to face him as she placed her bag on her shoulder. "How did you know it was me?"

"It was your book. It had 'Property of Chloé Bourgeois' written on it, and all the "I's" were dotted with little stars. The writing matched the one used for the notes, and all the "I's" were dotted with little stars."

'Damn those little stars!' "Okay, fine. You caught me, but you can't tell anyone, or I'll end you!"

He smiled. "Chloé, you and I both know you don't scare me anymore."

She raised a brow at him. "Really?"

"Really, and in fact, I think it's pretty sweet. You have your moments when you're kinda mean, but you can be really sweet, like honey."

Suddenly, she felt the need quickly leave the classroom. She chose the wrong day to go easy on the makeup. He couldn't see what was happening could he? She started walking towards the door, but stopped when she had her hand on the handle. "You're welcome by the way, for the notes. The day I gave them to you, you said thank you, and I never said it, so, you're welcome. Bye Red!"

She left the classroom so quickly that the words didn't really get a good chance to leave her mouth.

"You can be pretty sweet, like honey."

If it was possible, she started blushing even more.

It was in that moment Chloé had finally realized exactly why she kept on arguing with Nathanaël, why she enjoyed talking with him at all.

"Oh Chloé! Why did you have to go fall for the giant freaking tomato?"

Because I'm running extremely late on my contributions for Chlonath week... here's a sneak peek of my entry for Day 2

(I'm on mobile so sorry for any typos) School was long and usually felt like torture, but today somehow felt a lot worse. Chloé couldn't figure out what was wrong until she found herself looking behind her ever so often, or looking at the doors to see if he would show up. She just about lost all hope unil she heard someone rushing to get to class. She was hoping that maybe it would be him, but alas, it was the wrong artist that came in. Marinette, late as per usual.

(Credits for the amazing graphics go to @squirrellygirlart!)

Content theft is a huge issue, not only in the Miraculous Ladybug fandom, but in other fandoms and across the internet as well. As a writer who has had fics stolen from me in the past, I stand with my fellow content creators during this blackout.

Stop reposting art. Stop taking things that aren’t yours. Stop driving away the content creators you claim to love. It’s not that hard to press the reblog button. It really isn’t.

Hey look, an Idea...

These are rare and here we go..

So I was just listening to songs on YouTube a few days ago and I stumbled upon this Sabrina Carpenter song on accident but ended up having it on repeat On Purpose ;) (Get it? No? Okay…)  

So anyway, I just kept on listening to this entire song and had this idea just came into my for Chloe/ Nathanael, Mari/ Adrien, Alya/ Nino etc… To be at some sort of Masquerade Ball type and this song plays and everyone gets random partners and then they end up falling for each other. Anyways, so our three girls are besties and go out for coffee or something the next day and they’re all talking about the dreamy guys they met the night before of course Al, Mari and Chlo were prepared to hear stories of Alya and Mari thinking they fell in love, but no one, and I mean no one was prepared to find that Chloe “Never had a crush” Bourgeois to tell them that she fell in love. The trio is shocked and Aly decides that this is a once in a lifetime opportunity and declares they must find Chloe’s “Lover and pinch him to make sure he’s real and then pinch Chloe and make sure she’s real.”

Our three guys are friends also and are completely shocked when they find that their quite artist of a friend somehow managed to actually talk to a girl, gotten her to dance and miraculously fell in love during the process as well.

Anyways that’s what was in my head.

*stashes unfinished fics under blankets* This is pure perfection at its finest...

i wanna hold ur stupid fuckin hand and kiss ur stupid fuckin lips and lean against ur stupid fuckin shoulder and cuDDLE UP WITH YOU UNDER THE STUPID FUCKIN BLANKETS AND HAVE STUPID FUCKIN CONVOS W U ABOUT EVERYTHIN G GOD IM SO MAD UR SO FUCKIN CUTE