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Song eight from my translation of Junteu-vos by el Diluvi, featuring Huntza which means I got to translate some Basque too (into both Catalan and English)!
On estan tots aquells que “Al Vent” li cantaren? Where are all the people who sang “Al Vent” [“To the Wind”]? On estan les cabòries que sempre rondaven? Where are the worries that were always going around? On estan cada veu, cada crit, cada plor? Where is every voice, every cry, every tear? On estan les cançons, les de cor, les d’amor? Where are the songs, the ones from the heart, the ones about love? On estan els camins que a la lluita ens portaren Where are all the roads that brought us to the fight per lluitar sense por? to fight without fear?
[ TORNADA: T’escoltaré, quan t’aboques a l’abisme I’ll listen to you, when you’re staring down the abyss T’escoltaré I’ll listen to you I lluitarem de la mà contra els dimonis, And we’ll fight hand-to-hand against the demons, i lluitarem and we’ll fight ]
Non daude kantatzen zuten txoriak? On estan els ocells que cantàven? Where are the birds that used to sing? Non inoiz kontatu gabeko elezaharrak? On, les llegendes mai contades? Where are the legends never told? Non dago jendea mugitzen zuen haizea? On està el vent que mou la gent? Where is the wind that moves people? Non pasatako momentu guztiak? On, tots els moments passats? Where are all the moments that have passed? Borrokara eraman gintuzten bideak? Els camins que se’ns van emportar a la lluita? The roads that carried us into the fight? Beldurrik gabe aurrera! Endavant, sense por! Onwards, without fear!
[ ERREPIKA: Entzungo zaitut, amildegian heltzean T’escoltaré, quan arribes a l’abisme I’ll listen to you, when you’ve come to the abyss Entzungo zaitut T’escoltaré I’ll listen to you Eta borrokatu itzalen aurka batera i lluitar contra les ombres a la vegada and fight against the shadows at the same time Borrokatu lluitar fight]
Embriagant-nos de goig jugarem amb el foc; Getting drunk on joy when we play with fire; entre espurnes de llum la tristesa s’allunya. between sparks of light sadness goes far away. si l’ahir es el hui i el demà ja vindrà, If yesterday is today and tomorrow is yet to come mirarem a la nit, brindarem amb la lluna. we’ll look into the night, we’ll toast with the moon. Abrigats amb records farem fora els enyors. Wrapped cozily in memories we’ll drive out longing La nostàlgia esta nit ens serà inoportuna. Nostalgia will be unfitting for us tonight. Lluitarem sense por! We’ll fight without fear!
This is for the amazing @sayuricorner who is an absolute angel. Thank you for being so patient with me!!
She asked me to write a crossover fic of ML and JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure. This chapter is more of an intro than anything else, the exciting stuff is (hopefully) coming soon though!!
Warnings: Lots of Salt, Lila Salt, Alya Salt, class salt, attempted akumization
Chapter 2
Marinette’s life very quickly dissolved into a whirlwind of events. She woke up in the hospital with a throbbing headache and an emptiness in her heart. Its weight seeming to pin her down. The emptiness was residual from the failed akumization , A few minutes with Tikki and the emptiness lifted. Immediately, Marinette wanted it back. She wanted to feel that same indifference again. Her heart ached at the friends she had lost. Even after everything they had done to her, somewhere deep inside her heart Marinette had held out hope that her classmates would see sense. Then came the anger. It boiled insider her, hotter than anything she had ever felt before. She was angry at Lila for doing this to her, she was angry at Adrien for abandoning her, and most of all she was angry at her former classmates, people who had been her friends for years. She was angry at how quickly they would believe a stranger. She was angry about how they treated her. She was angry that she had fallen right into their ruse of fake friendship. Nobody had ever truly wanted to be her friend. They just wanted the things she could give them. The only one who had ever been honest with her, and brutally so, was Chloe.
Chloe had grown leaps and bounds in the past year. Gone was the entitled bully she had been for so long. She was still Chloe. She had very little filter and was extremely blunt , but she didn’t deliberately try and make people miserable. Chloe was trying so hard to fix her mistakes and keep herself from making them again. To say Marinette had been shocked to receive a tearful apology from Chloe of all people, would be an understatement. At first she had thought it was a joke, but very quickly she realized that Chloe’s apology was completely heartfelt. She was truly heartbroken by the things she had done. Deep down Marinette had always known that Chloe had a good heart, even if she rarely showed it. Marinette assumed hiding it was a coping mechanism, a way to prevent herself from getting hurt. She has adapted the hurt before you get hurt philosophy. But now, now she was learning to do away with that. And she was the better for it. You could see a weight being lifted off her shoulders. Despite the Lila situation and the fact that their classmates refused to believe she had changed, Chloe never wavered in her efforts. She still messed, there were times when she fell back into old habits but those occasions were becoming fewer and fewer as time went on. Which is why Marinette knew she was making the right decision.
Marinette walked inside of the Bourgeois Hotel and made her way to the elevator, heading towards Chloe’s room. She was dreading the conversation she was about to have. She hated goodbyes, no matter how long they would last.
The decision to leave home had been a hard one. Marinette loved her parents to death and knowing that she wouldn’t see them again until summer hurt. However, Marinette also knew that there wasn’t truly anything left for her in Paris. She had the few friends that remained and her job as Ladybug but other than that she had nothing. Staying in Paris would only harm her in the long run. She needed a new start. She knew that she was leaving Paris in good hands. With Luka as Copperhead, Kagami as Orochi, and Chloe as Yellow Jacket, she knew Hawkmoth didn’t stand a chance. Chat Noir was there too, occasionally anyway. Marinette wasn’t really sure what to make of her partners sudden disappearances. On one hand he seemed to be under a lot of stress lately. Perhaps it was difficult for him to escape his civilian life. On the other hand he would completely lose his civilian life if they didn’t stop Hawkmoth, they all would.
She arrived at her destination and knocked on the door, hearing a soft “Come in." Chloe was sitting on her massive bed and she sat up straight when Marinette entered the room.
"Hey, Maribug. How are you feeling?” Chloe questioned with genuine concern. Marinette smiled, Chloe had proved to be quite the mother hen once you got to know her. One thing was to be said about Chloe, she always protected the people she cared about.
“I’m feeling much better, I’m still pretty tired but otherwise, I’m fine,” Marinette replied. Pollen flew out from wherever she had been hiding and nuzzled into her cheek, she was just as protective as he holder. Marinette cuddled back to the best of her ability before Pollen pulled away and flew off with Tikki in tow. Chloe had an old doll house that she had fashioned into a place for her Kwami to stay. Tikki and Pollen generally went there when Marinette visited her blonde friend. Chloe patted a spot on the bed beside her and Marinette accepted her invitation to sit.
Years ago Marinette would have never imaged having such an interaction with another Miraculous Holder. But when she became Guardian of the Miraculous, she had decided that anyone who wished to reveal their identity could. She of course had already known about Chloe, Luka,and Kagami, but somehow it was different, more special as they all detransformed.together. Chat hadn’t showed up and when he came to fights he was usually to busy flirting or ignoring her instructions for her to tell him of the new development. She had honestly been looking forward to meeting her partner outside of the mask. Revealing her identity had turned into a good thing. There was more trust between the group and they had become an incredibly cohesive and formidable team.
“I’m leaving Paris Chloe,” Marinette replied, figuring there was no use in beating around the bush and delaying the inevitable. Chloe hung her head, sadness to long her eyes.
“ I can’t say I didn’t see it coming,” She mumbled thickly, “ I guess the expulsion was the last straw huh?” Marinette nodded. It had been the second wrongful expulsion that she had experienced all because of the testimony of a single person. And this time it had nearly ended catastrophically. Marinette had found out upon waking up into the hospital that her mental battle with Hawkmoth had caused her to remain unresponsive for nearly a week and the amount of stress and emotional abuse she was under had been the straw breaking the camels back. Her parents had take evidence of the wrong expulsion to the board of schools who launched a full investigation and had the expulsion repealed. Mr.Damocles had tried to apologize and encourage, or rather manipulate, Marinette into returning but the damage was already done. By that time Marinette had already begun searching for new schools.
“Yeah it was but Chloe,” Marinette said, waiting to make sure she had her full attention, “ Me leaving has nothing to do with you. You have been an amazing friend. You have helped keep me sane through all of this,” Chloe looked relieved at her statement. Marinette knew that Chloe’s brain had already begun to convince her that Marinette was leaving because she had done something. The amount of people who left or abandoned Chloe in her lifetime, left lasting imprints.
“ Thank you Marinette, that means a lot,” Chloe said sincerely. It was quiet for several minutes before Chloe said, “What are you going to do for alums attacks?” And that brought her to her next point. Marinette sat up straight and looked Chloe straight in the eyes.
“That part is simple. Chloe, I am trusting you with the Miraculous of the Horse. I trust that you will come and get me during an akuma attack,” Marinette said confidently, watching as Chloe sat in shock.
“Maribug, why? shouldn’t you be taking this with you? Won’t you want to come back for the attacks on your own,” Chloe asjed, genuinely confused. Marinette shook her head.
“Unfortunately I can’t take it with me. The less miraculous that leave Paris the better. Besides, there will probably be times, especially near the beginning, where I will not be able to get away, at least not quickly. This way you won’t be waiting around wondering if I will show up or not.”
“But how will that change if I’m the one picking you up or if you are coming on your own? How will I know if your free or not?” Chloe questioned.
“I’m still working on the full plan but the idea is this: I will find a place for us to meet up. Someplace that wouldn’t be suspicious for me to go, like the bathroom. I’ll send you a picture of said place so that you can teleport to it. This will be where we meet up every time there is an attack. If I am able to get away long enough to join the fight, I’ll come to Paris with you,"Marinette said, looking skeptical and calculating. It was the look she always wore when considering a plan.
” And what happens if you can’t get away for long enough?“ Chloe pushed. Marinette looked almost hesitant, as if she wasn’t sure how to say what she was thinking.
"If for some reason I can’t get away without raising suspicions, then I will hand my miraculous over to you until the fight is over. I’ll exchange the ladybug miraculous for the bee. When the fight is over you can visit me again and then we can switch our Miraculous back to normal,” When Marinette finished, Chloe was silent. The reaction was totally different from the one she would have given years ago.
“Marinette, I’m not really sure what do say. This is a huge responsibility. After everything I’ve done, you would really trust me with your miraculous?” Tear glistened in Chloe’s eyes and she spoke quietly. Marinette reached out a place a hand on the arm of her friend.
“Chloe, you have made mistakes in the past, but so have I. Neither of us are perfect. Everyone messes up. But not everyone chooses to learn from those mistakes. Not everyone accepts responsibility for those mistakes and strives to make them right. But you do all of those things Chloe. That more than anything else is why I trust you with this responsibility,” A singular tear trailed down Chloe’s cheek as Marinette finished. The blonde girl flung herself at her friend, wrapping her arms tightly around Marinette. Marinette returned the hug just as fiercely.
“Thank you, I don’t know if I can ever express how much this mean to me,” Chloe said thickly. Marinette just smiled and continued to hug her friend. Chloe, as Marinette had come to realize long ago, really just want someone to believe in her. She wanted someone who believed she could be great and someone who would push and challenge her to reach her dreams. After a few moments, Chloe pulled away.
“I am going to miss you so much. You better call and keep in touch, understand Dupain-Cheng? ” Chloe’s voice was strong once again and she had composed her self back into the aloof girl she portrayed to the public.
“Understood Chloe, as long as you promise to do the same,” Marinette replied with a smile.
“Always Marinette. Always,”
___________________________________________________________ The next couple days passed quicker than anything Marinette had ever experienced. She had discussed her new plan with the rest if the Miraculous Team, sans Chat who had neglected to show up. She had also finalized her enrollment in the prestigious Speed Wagon Academy.
When Marinette had first withdrawn from school she knew only one thing, she wanted to move to Japan. Partially to get closer to her roots and partially because it’s distance from Paris. She was also excited to experience the different culture of Japan. Several boarding schools in Japan were accepting new students this late in the year but for some reason Speed Wagon was the one that kept sticking out to her. Maybe it was due to the mystery. Out of all the schools she had looked at, Speed Wagon had the least amount of information available. Her parents had tried to discourage her from picking it purely for that reason. However, something in her gut told her that Speed Wagon Academy was where she was supposed to go. In the end she followed the instincts that had rarely failed her .
It was early in the morning and she was on the way to the airport. She couldn’t deny she felt nervous. She was about to embark on one of her biggest adventures yet. Luka and Kagami were sitting in the front seat of the car. Both of them had offered to drive her to the airport in order to say goodbye. She had readily accepted. Her parents couldn’t leave the bakery and she didn’t think she could do this alone. The ride to the airport seemed much too short as they pulled into the airport parking and filed out of the car.
“Stay safe, melody. And stay true to who you are,” Luka said pulling her into a warm, comforting hug. She breathed in his comforting sent. Something about him was always so comfortable. Maybe it was because of how calm she was. She knew she had the tendency to pick up on other peoples anxiety and take it with her. However, Marinette thought there may be more to it than that. Kagami was next, pulling her in for a hug as fierce as the girl herself. The hug meant the world to Marinette. Kagami hated physical touch, especially in public . The knowledge that she would put that discomfort aside for Marinette warmed her heart and made her eyes tear up.
“You will always have a friend and a home with me,” She stated firmly, placing her hands on Marinette’s shoulders. Chloe had said goodbye to her at the hotel. Marinette knew how hard goodbyes were for her blonde friend. Chloe constantly struggled with the thought that everyone was leaving her. She believed that she wasn’t enough to make people stay. Their friend group was doing the best they could to break that line of thinking but it was a gradual process. Marinette knew that saying goodbye In public would simply be too hard for her, which was one of the reasons she had gone to the hotel in the first place. Marinette took a deep breath and armed with confidence and love of her true friends and family, she stepped walked into the airport, ready to face this next journey in life head on.
Okay so here is the long overdue second chapter! I really really enjoy writing this so I hope the wait won’t be as long though exams are quickly approaching so I make no promises. As always let me know what you think and what you want to see next!!!!
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[1st ID: Zoro as a demon, sitting on a sand-yellow throne, with his three swords in leaning in the crook of his left arm. His right hand is tipping a gourd towards his mouth. He’s grinning, teeth like a Japanese oni, with red curled horns, sharp tipped ears, and clawed blackened hands letting off soot-like wisps. His upper body is exposed, with scars in gold all over his skin. Underneath a off-white drape of fabric, his legs are confidently splayed open. Above him is a shimenawa with five white zig-zag papers, and framing him are stylised symmetrical curls of gold-lined black smoke. Zoro’s head is haloed by a white ring, and an arch of swords and four-pointed stars. END ID.]
[2nd ID: the same image but cropped from the torso upwards. On the bottom right corner, handwritten text says: ‘Thank you for 1K!’. END ID.]
“A person who thinks all the time Has nothing to think about except thoughts So, he loses touch with reality And lives in a world of illusions.” - Alan Watts
God I hope putting quotes here isn’t too 2015, but I’ve been listening to “Overthinker” by INZO non-stop drawing this and it just fits so well! That and “Oceans of Time” by MelodySheep…
The mastery of the artists at Madame Tussauds never ceases to amaze me. Never more accurately brought home than when you see a perfect likeness of yourself! If you don’t believe me you can check it out at the Call for Heroes Exhibit in Orlando. I feel truly priviledged to have become one of their subjects and wanted to say a big thank you to Madame Tussauds and the artists at Madame Tussauds for having me join the ranks of wax figures that you have created. In other news, I’m also looking forward to seeing how creative people are going to get with the selfies… @MadameTussauds @TussaudsOrlando #Superman #JusticeLeague #MTSelfie [Henry Cavill, 22nd May 2018]
