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Hey everyone!

Now, who would've thought that it's already that time of year again? Another year has passed for me and it's time to celebrate my 11th year as a Deviant around these parts.

As always, I have to say that I had a wonderful year, at least when it comes to art. I kept writing my fanfics, collaborating with some very talented artists to create beautiful masterpieces, and of course, working on my official comic book. I can't believe that I've reached more than 122,000 pageviews... that really is a lot for a writer.

Let me just say that, it's been an honour to share with you my art and my art projects and collaborations with you guys, hoping that I may be around here next year to share tons of other stuff with you guys.

Withotu anything else to say, let me just say, I'll be seeing ya around! ;)

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My Amazing Friends Who Are Helping Me with My Comic Book:

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My Friends and Watchers:

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People who I watch and who are great artists:

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  • Listening to: We Built this City - Starship
  • Reading: The Bazaar of Bad Dreams - Stephen King
  • Watching: Star vs The Forces fo Evil
  • Playing: Resident Evil 7 - PS4
  • Eating: Chocolate
  • Drinking: Milk
Chapter 2: Summer’s End

It had been a wonderful summer. Two months in a holiday camp near the city of Marseille was exactly what the doctor ordered for the students of Collège François Dupont. After a long and hard school year, every student in that school dreamed of only one thing… holidays. Among those students, were the students from Miss Bustier’s class. They were no better than the rest of the other students; nor worse than them for any matter. In fact, they were what one would call normal, if one asked. Normal, regular children.

But, the truth was that they were anything but regular children. They were the chosen ones… the ones who would save the world from the clutches of the forces of evil; they just did not know it yet.    

Their story, their real story as it would later be known, started on their last week in the holiday camp. On that particular Monday morning, Marinette Dupain-Cheng had been the first from her class to get up and get ready for breakfast. This was a little unusual, because Marinette was known for being a heavy sleeper, and it was custom for one of her friends to wake her up. As she ate her breakfast, she also checked her cellphone for any texts from her parents.

“Can’t believe it’s only a couple of more days for me to see mom and dad again.” -Marinette mused to herself. Her parents initially did not want to let her take that trip to the holiday camp, but after begging them countless times, they finally agreed to let her go with the rest of the class. –“I miss them so much… and I miss the smell of dad’s cookies too. These here are good, but they don’t hold a candle to the ones he bakes.” -she thought, as she grabbed one of the chocolate chip cookies from the plate that was in front of her.  

“Morning, Marinette!” -she was called back to reality by someone who sat to her left on the table. It was her best friend, Alya Cesaire. They knew each other since they were 3 years old, and had been the best of friends ever since. In fact, Alya spent so much time at Marinette’s home, that her parents already considered her like a second daughter. Alya went as far as calling Marinette “her sister from another mother”, something that Marinette loved, because it had a nice ring to it.  

“Oh, morning Alya.” -Marinette smiled at her.

“You okay? You usually don’t get up this early. Couldn’t sleep?” –Alya asked her, as she grabbed a croissant from the huge pile of delicious treats that were on the table.  

“A little…” -Marinette yawned.

“Don’t tell me you’re having more dreams with Adrien…” -Alya teased her friend, as she nibbled the croissant

“Don’t say that out loud!” -Marinette hushed her. –“I don’t want anyone to know.”

“Know about what, girl? That you’re in love with the cutest boy in school?” -Alya asked her in a whisper.

“Y-Yes…” -Marinette waved her head.

“Marinette… We’ve been through this.” -Alya sighed, as she placed her hand on her friend’s shoulder. –“You need to tell him that you like him. I mean, he won’t know if you don’t tell him.”

“I know, I know, I know… but I’m waiting for the right moment.” -Marinette sighed, suddenly losing her appetite. Every time Adrien Agreste became the main theme of conversation, the girl lost her focus. Sometimes, when talking about him, or just thinking about him, she felt like Superman when exposed to a piece of Kryptonite.  

“And that moment will be when? When summer ends and we’re back in school? Girl, you have to do it before we go back to Paris, or you’ll spend another school year sighing over him.”

“I know, but what if he tells me that I’m not his type? What if he’s not interested in me? What if he only sees me as a friend?” -Marinette panicked, while thinking about the numerous possibilities of Adrien not liking her, the way she liked him. The boy was really her Kryptonite.

“Look, I know you’re really shy when it comes to Adrien, but you have to gain courage and tell him what you feel. Otherwise, Chloe will end up snagging him from under your nose one of these days, and you know that I’m right.”

“Look, let’s just talk about something else, okay?” -Marinette said, trying to change the subject. –“Like, what are we going to do this afternoon?” -she smiled.

“Oh no, girl, you’re not giving me the slip on this matter.” -Alya looked her in the eyes, determined to convince Marinette about what she should do regarding her crush on Adrien. –“Marinette, you’ve been sighing for him ever since he was transferred to our school, and this can’t go on. You’ve got to tell him what you really feel about him, otherwise, you’re going to end up getting sick, and I’m not letting that happen to my best friend.”
Hearing her say that, Marinette smiled, thinking of how lucky she was for having such a great friend in Alya.

“You really don’t give up on me, do you?” -Marinette asked, smiling tenderly at her friend.

“Never.” -Alya waved her head, smiling back at her. –“And you know what? You’re going to tell Adrien about your feelings for him, tonight.”

“Tonight?!” -Marinette nearly fell from her chair when Alya said that. –“Don’t you think that’s a little too soon? I mean, I need to think what I’m going to tell him… I can’t just

“There you go again, girl…” -Alya sighed, as she saw her friend panicking. Grabbing Marinette’s hands, she looked her in the eyes and said: “Sometimes, you have to just go with the flow. Besides tonight is the perfect time, given what we have planned, remember?”

“Remember what?” -a voice was heard from behind them. Turning around, Alya saw their friend, Mylene Haprèle, smiling at them.

“Oh, good morning Mylene!” -Marinette smiled at her.

“Good morning to both of you too, girls.” -Mylene smiled. –“But, tell me, remember what? What were you talking about?”

“Oh, I was just reminding Marinette that tonight is the night that we’re all going camping in the woods, free from any adult supervision!” -Alya exclaimed, with a decidedly wicked voice, while letting out a fake evil laugh. She also winked an eye at Marinette as a way to say “We’ll continue this conversation later, okay?”    

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The day went by fast. Though they spent most of it filled with all kinds of activities, the whole class still managed to gather the strength to do the one thing they’d been waiting to do for more than two weeks, camping a night in the woods, just them. Having asked permission to do so to their teachers, as well as the camp’s counsellors. The sun would soon set in the horizon, as the 14 kids made their way into the woods. Nino Lahiffe, the class’s clown and party guy as he liked to be called had found the perfect place for their soirée a few days before, and was now leading his friends to that very same place.

“Come on, everyone! We’re almost there!”

“You’ve been saying that for like 15 minutes already, Nino.” -Adrien joked around with his best friend.  

“It’s not my fault you and the other slowpokes are so slow, man.” -Nino said. –“here, let me give you hand, man.” -he said, as he extended his hand to Adrien and helped him climb over a small rock.

“Thanks… I just hope you don’t kill us of exhaustion before we get there, though.”

“What are you talking about? You’re in great shape.” -Nino told him.

“I don’t think Adrien is talking about himself… I think he’s talking about the girls.” -Ivan said, as he approached them. Because of his bulky stature, he was a little puffy from all that walk; although the main reason for that was that he had been playing football most of the day, and weariness that was starting to get the better of him.

“Speak for yourself, Ivan. I’m not the least tired!” -a voice said coming from the bushes. It was Alix, who as always had energy to spare.

“Well, I am…” -a second voice was heard coming for the bushes. It was Max. Being the nerd he was, Max was more of an indoor guy. –“… I still can’t believe you guys convinced me to come along, when I could have stayed back at the camp and participate on the Ultimate Mecha Strike III tournament.”

“Don’t be lie that, Max.” -Nino said.

“Yeah, you’ll have fun, even without videogames.” -Adrien declared.

“They’re right. You will.” -Ivan said. –“But regarding what I was saying before, I was actually thinking about…”

“AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” -a yell was heard a little far from where they were.

“About Chloé?” -Nino asked, finishing Ivan’s sentence.

“Believe it or not, yeah, I was actually talking about her.” -Ivan said, a little surprised by how his commentary coincided with one of Chloé’s screams.

“I wonder what happened that made her scream like that?” -Adrien asked, slightly worried.

“Who knows? This is Chloé we’re talking about.” -Max said.

“Knowing her, she probably ripped one of her designer’s jeans, or got mud on her shoes.” -Alix laughed.

And Alix was absolutely right when she said that. Chloé Bourgeois had had the unfortunate luck of nearly falling on the ground, near a mud hole. Luckily, she did not fell in it, but her expensive boots weren’t so lucky, and were now covered in mud.

“My Gucci boots, they’re ruined!” -Chloe exclaimed, as she tried to remove the mud from them.

“They don’t look so bad, Chloé.” -Sabrina told her. –“I’m sure you can get most of the mud stains from them.”

“You’re kidding, right? These are genuine leather… the stains will never come out, Sabrina, and you know it!” -Chloé kept cursing about her bad luck.

“Well, then you shouldn’t have brought them with you I the first place.” –Alya said, as she passed by her.

“Yeah, you should have brought regular hiking-boots, like the rest of us.” -

“And waste a good opportunity to look fabulous? I don’t think so… you won’t ever see Chloé Bourgeois dressed with nothing but the best!” -the blonde bragged herself.  

“What’s the use of looking fabulous in the middle of the woods?” -Mylene asked her.

“And besides, did you really have to ask Sabrina to carry half your stuff? Couldn’t you do it yourself?” -Marinette asked her, as she looked at how tired Sabrina looked

“Oh, don’t be ridiculous, Marinette. Sabrina doesn’t mind helping me, do you, Sabrina?” -Chloé smiled at the redhead.

“N-Nope, I don’t mind at all.” -Sabrina said, as she struggled to carry her backpack and Chloé’s, who as always, had filled it with all kinds of unnecessary things for a night in the woods.

“Hey, would you guys hurry up?! We still have a little ground to cover before we get there.” -someone said. Coming from behind the bushes, it was Nino who came back to see if everything was okay with them; and given Chloé’s complaints, he saw there was no need to worry.

“You said this would be quick a walk, Nino.” -Alya told him.

“Okay, maybe I didn’t have in account that I’m faster than most of you.” -Nino said. –“But still, you could move a little faster too… where are Nathaniel, Kim, Rose and Juleka?”

“They were behind us just a few minutes ago,” -Sabrina said.

“I bet Nathaniel stopped to draw something in that sketchbook of his, while Kim is off goofing like he always does, and those two girls probably stopped to catch some flowers…” -Nino said. –“I’ll go see if I can find them. In the meantime, you girls go on.”

Alya was about to say something, but Nino disappeared before she could say it. Sighing, she signalled the Mylene, Marinette, Chloé and Sabrina to move forward.

“Come on, Sabrina, put your back into it.” -Chloé ordered Sabrina, as she started to walk.

“Coming, Chloé.” -Sabrina huffed, as she followed the blonde.

Mylene also decided to keep going, to join the rest of the class. She was already about 10 meters up ahead, when she noticed that neither Alya nor Marinette were following her. Turning around, she saw her friends, where she had left them just a few seconds before.  

“You’re not coming?!” -Mylene asked Marinette and Alya.

“Oh, we’re going to stay behind a little, so Nino and the others don’t end up lost.” -Alya told her. –“Don’t worry, we’ll catch up to you in a jiffy.”

“Okay. See you in a bit.” -Mylene said, as she restarted walking.  

Alya and Marinette stayed behind, not because of Nino and the others, but because Alya wanted to talk alone to Marinette, without anyone eavesdropping on them. They had not been able to talk much after breakfast regarding on what Marinette was to do that night, and that was the best chance they had. Still, Marinette was starting to have second thoughts on Alya’s plan.

“Look, I know you’re just trying to help me, Alya, but…” -Marinette hesitated.

“No buts, Marinette. You have to tell Adrien what you really think about him.” -Alya told her.

“But, don’t you think I should do that, you know, alone, with no one else around?” -the blue-haired girl asked.

“Maybe, but you know how you act when you’re around him. I think the safest way for you to do that is if someone is with you… Look, I’ll just give you a push, and then you do the rest.” -Alya declared.

“But do you even have a plan?” -Marinette raised her eyebrow, suspicious that Alya was just planning things as she went along.  

“Sure, I do… in fact, Nino is going to help us.” -Alya smiled triumphantly.

“He is?” -Marinette asked.

“Yes, you’ll see… that is, if he can find the rest of our friends…” -Alya said. –“Trust me, I’ve got everything under control, girl.”  

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After a few mishaps, the whole gang arrived to the place Nino told them about. It was a small glade with tall pine trees around it, and a lake nearby. Gathering in its centre, they made a large bonfire near a few old tree logs that were there and settled their tents in a circle, around it. When they finished settling in, night had settled in and the only noises one heard was the summer breeze blowing and the crickets singing, only interrupted by the loud comments from one of the teenagers.

For dinner, they had sandwiches. As for dessert, they decided to roast marshmallows. As the white fluffy treats roasted in the blazing flames, the whole group talked among themselves about what they had done that morning, and what their plans for their lasts days there were.

“I still have to try canoeing.” -Nathaniel said, as he sketched yet another drawing on his sketchbook.

“You mean, you still haven’t tried it?” -Kim asked.

“Nope.” -Nathaniel answered.

“But we’ve been here for almost two months now. How could you have not tried canoeing?” –Kim asked him.

“I don’t know… I just never felt like doing it, that’s all.” -Nathaniel shrugged his shoulders.

“That’s what you get for spending most of your days drawing.” -Mylene chuckled. –“You can’t be in two places at the same time. By the way, what are you drawing now?” -she asked. Mylene loved Nathaniel’s drawings and she liked when he shared them with his friends.

“Oh, it’s nothing really… it’s just something that I dreamed about these last few days.” -Nathaniel said, as he placed a few last details on his sketch.

“Show us!” -Marinette said.

“Nah, it’s not really that good.” -Nathaniel said.

“Come on, don’t be like that. Your drawings are always awesome.” -Marinette insisted.

“Yeah, she’s right. Come on, show us, Nathaniel.” –Mylene waved her head.

“Alright, if you guys insist…” -Nathaniel sighed.

“It better not be a dirty drawing of one of us girls, you hear me?” -Chloé warned him with her usual snobbish voice.

“Don’t be like that, Chloé!” -Alix shot at her. She hated when Chloé talked like that. –“Come on, show us, Nathaniel.” -she said.

Flipping his sketchbook, he showed his friends his drawing. At first, they did not understand what it was, and thought it was some sort of a rock. Only upon close inspection did they figured it was a hooded figure of some sort.

“So, you dream of hooded figures?” -Nino asked him, puzzled.

“Not exactly… I’ve been having this dream where this figure appears. It keeps trying to tell me something, but I wake up just before it starts to speak.” -Nathaniel said. –“But, like I said, it’s just something I see in my dreams.”

“Well, my favourite dream right now is the one where this summer never ends, and we get to stay on vacation forever.” -Nino playfully joked, making some of the others laugh.  

But, not everyone was sad that their vacation was nearly at the end. Adrien had had the best summer vacation of his life with his friends, but he missed his father, Gabriel Agreste.

“Well, I for one I’m happy to go back to Paris next week. I want to spend my last few vacation days with my dad before we go back to school, and he has to go back to work.”

“I would be lying if I said I didn’t want to spend a few days with my parents too.” -Kim said. –“I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love hanging around with you guys, but…”

“We know, family is family.” -Rose said. She had been quiet most of the time, with her friend Juleka beside her. Both girls had been friends ever since they met 4 years before, but during this summer their friendship became stronger, and they grew closer to one another. –“There is no shame in admitting you’re homesick.”

“Marshmallows are done, everyone!” -Sabrina said, as she started to take them from the sticks they had been roasting in and placed them on a bowl they had brought with them.

For a few minutes, no one talked. They were all too busy munching on the yummy marshmallows to say anything. If there was one thing true about camping, it was that a bonfire and some roasted marshmallows made all the difference, when it came to making such a regular camping night into a memorable memory. When they were only two marshmallows left in the bowl, Juleka and Chloé grabbed them, but not for themselves. Juleka gave it to Rose, who thanked her by giving her a little kiss on the cheek, making the goth girl blush lightly. As for Chloé, she gave hers to Sabrina.

“Here, you can have it, Sabrina.” -Chloé said, as she handed her the sweet treat.

“Really? Thanks, Chloé.” -Sabina smiled.

“Oh, it’s the least I could do after you carried my backpack, and assembled out tent.” -the blonde smiled.

Seeing that, Marinette smiled and thought to herself:

“Why can’t Chloé be that nice all the time? If she was like that, everyone would love to hang out around her.”

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They went on mingling with each other through the night, when Alya felt that they were all relaxed for her to put her plan to make Marinette tall Adrien what she felt for him, in motion. Signalling Nino, the two of them went inside her tent, where she told him how they were going to do what she had planned. Nino did not see himself as a matchmaker, but being Adrien’s best friend and knowing that the blond also had a tiny secret crush on Marinette, which he had been sworn never to tell anyone, he felt it was his duty to help Alya with that.

The plan was simple. They were going to play charades in pairs, and the two of them were going to make sure that Marinette and Adrien would be each other’s pair. Alya scribbled everyone’s name in little pieces of paper, and then used Nino’s cap to make the draw. They paired up Max with Kim, Ivan with Mylene, Alix with Juleka, Rose with Nathaniel, Chloé with Sabrina, and finally, Adrien with Marinette, having decided that Nino and herself would sit this one down, serving as judges.

“Alright, who wants to go first?” -Nino asked.      
Miraculous Team: Origins - Chapter 2
Yeah, what can I say? I'm good, that's what I am! xDDD

But honestly, I'm actually surprised with myself, being able to write a second chapter to this story this fast, especially when I've been under a lot of stress lately. Still, what matters is that I'm writing this story faster than I expected it to able to do it.

I admit that it's a little complicated working with 14 different characters in the same scene, but thankfully, Loonatics Extreme has taught me a couple of tricks to make sure that ever character is entitled to its 15 minutes of fame during each scene. I'll be writing the next one as fast as I can. In the meantime, feel free to comment, fav and give your opinion on things you would love to see on the following chapters.
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Hey there! So yeah, this a new project from me. Not only it’s a new project, but it’s also my very first Miraculous Ladybug fanfic. This idea came to mind when I was talking to a friend of mine about the show, discussing the fact that every single friend of Marinette and Adrien has been akumatized, and that some of them had some wicked cool powers and all… and then, it hit me! What if the whole class, not just Adrien and Marinette had miraculous that enabled them to transform into superheroes who defend Paris from Hawkmoth? One thing led to another, and well, I quickly came up with this story. Let me warn you that the characters have the same age they have on the show, and some of them have slightly different personalities’, although you will still recognize them, I promise.  Plus, everything takes place in an alternative universe, where there aren’t just 7 Miraculous, and where Hawkmoth is far more powerful, has various kinds of powers and has a different agenda. We’ll start slowly, but as the story progresses we’ll have more action in this, and of course, don’t worry, we’ll have lots of romance, not just between Adrien and Marinette, but also other couples. And now, without further, on with the show.

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Chapter 1: The Awakening of Evil

It was a warm summer night in Paris. The sun had just set in the horizon, and the black cloak of night would soon plunge the whole city in darkness; a darkness which would be countered by the lights of every street lamp and landmark in that city. One of such landmarks was the Louvre, where this story begins.  

Built in the 12th century to serve as a fortress, the building suffered consecutive changes over the centuries, having served as the residence of the King of France until 1682, when Louis XIV chose the Palace of Versailles as his household. It was its destiny to open as museum in 1793, housing one of the largest collections of art in the world. Among that collection was a statue that had been recently acquired. The museum’s curator had obtained it from a private collector, who left it in his will to the museum. Usually a piece would not be placed for display before being reviewed by a series of specialists, not to mention the museum’s board of administrators, but the collector in question had been a wealthy patron of the museum for nearly four decades. In his will, he had asked for the statue to be on display to the public. Given the importance of the man in question, it was decided that the statue would be unveiled on the day that some of the rooms from the 2nd floor of that part of the Sully Pavilion, which had been closed to the public for renovations the past few months, would reopen.    

As the statue was taken out of the wooden crate where it had been cased, the curator, Mr. Kubdel, observed it and was astounded by its share magnificence. He had only seen pictures of it, and this was the first time his eyes saw the real thing. The photos he had seen did not hold a candle to the true statue. Standing 9 feet tall on top of a pedestal, carved out of pitch black marble stone, the statue was the statue of a tall man dressed in a dress shirt with a butterfly-shaped lapel brooch on the center of the collar and dress pants. In his hands, he was holing a cane. But what made it rather unique was the fact that most his face and neck was cloaked by some sort of mask.

“This is a remarkable statue. I’ve never seen anything like it before. The marble from which has been carved is uncanny.” -Mr. Kubdel thought to himself, as the moving guys finished taking it out of its crate. –“Be careful with it. We wouldn’t want our newest piece to get damaged.”

“It is a fabulous piece, but who exactly is the man in the statue?” -asked a voice, behind Mr. Kubdel. It was his older son, Jalil. He had finished college that summer, and was now working for his father, as his assistant, as well as working on his doctorate. Like his father, he was passionate by History and its mysteries, although sometimes he would let his taste for crazy and insane theories cloud his judgement; something that his father did not approve, mostly because he believed that as historians, it was their job to present History as it was, and not as it should have or could have been.  

“To tell you the truth, even I don’t know. My expertise is Ancient Egyptian artifacts. The owner of the statue did not leave any kind of documentation regarding it, except for the statue’s name…. Hawkmoth.”

“Hawkmoth? What kind of a name is that for a statue?”

“I don’t know, Jalil, I wasn’t the one who sculpted it. But, perhaps, it has something to do with that butterfly-shaped brooch that has been sculpted on the lapel.” -Mr. Kubdel pointed to the detail in question.  

“You mean, you don’t know?”

“Unfortunately, yes, and like I said, the owner that left us this art piece did not left us with any kind of documents regarding its origin, date or even the identity of its sculptor.” -Mr. Kubdiel insisted on the matter. –“Please, be careful with those crowbars.” -he warned the moving guys.

“And you’re putting it on display, without knowing anything about it?” -Jalil asked his father. He was lightly shocked to hear this, because his father was not the kind of man who would do such a thing.

“Yes, it was one of its owner’s last wishes. It wasn’t exactly my idea either. If it was up to me, this amazing statue would be treated like every other piece that is acquired. But, the order came from the top, and there’s nothing I can do about it. And before you say anything, we still have two weeks before this room is reopened to the public. That will give you enough time to help me research the statue.” -Mr. Kubdel whispered it to his son.

“I see. Well, it would help if we at least knew in what century it was made.” -Jalil said.

“Well, based on the design and clothes, it looks almost contemporary… yet the way the marble has been worked and polished, it seems like it was done in the late 18th century.”

“Then, we have nothing to go on?”

“There is one thing… where did I put it?” -Mr. Kubdel asked himself, as he looked through the papers he had in his hands. –“Here it is. The sculpture isn’t signed, but before they boxed it, they took several photos of it, and on the base of the pedestal, they found this insignia, along with some writing carved on it.”

Showing the photo to Jalil, the young man quickly saw what it was. The writing was clearly Asian, possibly Chinese.

“But dad, my expertise is Ancient Egypt, just like you. I can’t read ancient Chinese.”

“I know that. And that’s why you will be working with the department responsible with for the Ancient China artifacts.” -he said, as he extended him the photo with the writings.

“But why me? Couldn’t you ask someone else who’s already an expert in ancient Chinese to do this instead?” –“Jalil protested. –“How am I supposed to continue my own work on that mysterious tablet if I’m doing this?”

“Jalil, that can wait. This, on the other hand, cannot.” -Mr. Kubdel raised his voice, a little annoyed with his son’s behavior. The mysterious tablet in question was an ancient stone tablet which depicted some unknown figures, previously unknown to any Egyptologist, found during some excavations in Luxor a few years prior. Jalil had becomes obsessed with this artifact, since it was made known to the public. He began researching it during his last year in college, and now, he had begun researching and examining it, as part of his doctorate.    

“Dad, I’m not a kid anymore! You can’t just ask me to drop what I’m doing, to do something else. I have responsibilities!”

“I’m not treating you like a kid. I’m treating you like a responsible adult, who was ordered to do something his superior asked him to.” -Mr. Kubdel said, not caring if the moving guys who were still busy moving the statue heard their argument. –“You asked me to let you work here, so you could continue your research for your doctorate, and I allowed you to do so. But I expect you to fulfil your duties, when asked to. Let me remind you that I am your father and you owe me the same kind of respect that I owe you for being my son, but furthermore, I am your boss, and if you work for me, you must show me the respect my position is entitled to. Do I make myself clear?”

If there was one thing Jalil hated about having his own father as his boss, was the fact that he had to respect him for being his father, but also for being his boss. Still, he had promised himself and his mother that he would not argue with his father, and he was determined to keep his word on the matter. Sighing in defeat, he said:

“Yes, sir. I’ll get started on it, first thing in the morning.” -he said, trying to sound mildly amused by the task in hands.

“Excellent!” -Mr. Kubdel smiled. –“Now, I think we should get going, or we’ll be late for dinner, and you know how your mother is.”

“I do, believe me.”

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After giving some final instructions to the moving team, reminding them that when they finished, they should place a sheet on top of the statue, and that if they needed anything, the security guards would help them, Mr. Kubdel and Jalil bid them until tomorrow and left. As they left the museum, and made their way to the Jardin des Tuileries, Mr. Kubdel asked:

“Have you talked to your sister today? I tried calling her, but I’m afraid she didn’t answer. She must be having too much fun to even answer her phone.”

“Not today yet.” -Jalil answered. –“But yesterday I did talk to her. She had just finished in first in a rollerblade racing competition against one of her classmates, saying that, and I quote her, practically mopped up the floor with his face.” -he laughed, regarding his sister’s words.

“She really loves to skate… I just wished she would sometimes behave more lady-like.” –Mr. Kubdel sighed. He loved his daughter Alix as she was, but like any good father, he also wished she would act a little more like the way he had envisioned her when she was older.

“She will, eventually.” -Jalil laughed. –“Although with Alix, eventually might be a couple of days from now, or a couple of decades from now.” -he smirked to himself.

“That’s all we can hope for, truth be told.” -Mr.Kubdel said, as entered the Jardin, which was now pretty much deserted, with the exception of a couple of tourists hanging around. –“It will be good to have her back from vacation in just a few days.”

“I’ll say. I can’t believe that she’s been at that holiday camp for nearly two months now.” -Jalil said. –“I miss Alix and her antics.” -he thought to himself.

“I, myself, can’t believe that the summer is practically in the end, and with it, the beginning of the new school year for your sister…” -Mr. Kubdel said, as he imagined the expenses he and his wife would have with Alix’s schoolbooks and other materials, when he heard a cellphone ringing. It was his son’s.  

“Speaking of the devil…” -Jalil said, as he checked his phone. His sister had sent him a photo over the phone. It was a selfie of hers, with some of her friends in the background, all making funny faces. Beneath the photo he read “It’s karaoke night, bro!”–“Guess she’s enjoying herself, dad.” -he said, making his father smile.

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Soon after Mr. Kubdel and Jalil left, the moving crew hurried up to clean up everything, to call it a day. When they finally swept the last bit of Styrofoam, and settled the statue in the middle of the room like they had been asked to, they called the security guard to lock the room and escort them out of the building. As the room’s door was locked, a deadly silence settled in.
Hours went by and that same silence that had settled in that room, had extended itself to the rest of the museum, broken by the occasional echoing of the footsteps of one of the security guards patrolling the corridors. Inside the room where the statue entitled Hawkmoth was, as the Moon rose in the sky, the moonlight slowly began to illuminate it, piercing the room’s glass dome. If one happened to be locked inside that room, it would have seen how the moonlight seemed to almost grant the statues an eerie look, making them look as if they were alive. But, on that particular night, if a person would have stayed in that room, it would have seen something that would haunt it for the rest of its life.

When the moonlight focused on the Hawkmoth statue the black marble started to glow as if by magic. At first, it was just a light glow, but as seconds turned into minutes, the glow became stronger, until the whole statue looked like a lightbulb. The light which emanated from it quickly caught the eye of those who were passing by the museum and saw a ray of light coming out of the building itself. Inside, the light also alerted the security guards, who saw it coming from beneath the door, tried to open the door. Still, when they tried to open it, the lock did not budge. Forcing it, they turned the key once, twice, even thrice, but the lock did not open. Eventually, and after forcing it, the key snapped and broke. On top of that, the glow coming from the room seemed to get brighter each second went by. Contacting the security room to see what was going on, they were told that they not know, that the cameras were all just picking static and nothing more.

Not taking any chances, the four security guards quickly sounded the alarm, before trying to enter the room. Pulling it, the alarm siren echoed throughout the building. For the first time in almost 40 years, the security alarms sounded inside the walls of the Louvre, one of the biggest museums in the world, and probably the safest and most heavily guarded building in Paris, apart from certain governmental buildings. It would be a matter of minutes before every police officer in Paris arrived on scene. Still, they were not going to wait for them to show up. Whatever was happening in that room, they needed to know. For all they knew it could be a terrorist attack, and if there was the chance to stop it, they had to do it. Grabbing their stun guns, and holding them in position, they signaled to each other that they were going to try and break the door open by kicking it.

Gaining balance, the four men kicked the door open and immediately were blinded by the glow. The light emanating from the statue was so bright that one could almost say that it was as bright as the Sun itself.

But, what happened next, was something none of them would ever forget. Due to the incredible glow that blinded them, the security guards did not see it, but they heard it, the sound of something cracking. And what was cracking was the glowing statue. Little by little, cracks appeared on the statue’s surface; and then… there was a loud explosion, which knocked them out.

From the four security guards, only one of them was not put unconscious by the blast. Opening his eyes, he tried to ignore the loud buzzing in his head, courtesy of the explosion. He felt his head spinning, as he tried to move his head to the sides and see just what had happened. The room looked like a disaster zone; if there any paintings or works of art adorning the walls, they had been reduced to rubble or ashes. The floor was filled with all kinds of debris, but mainly plaster, glass and rocks. The man immediately assumed that it had been a bomb which went off, but the trouble was the smell… he did not smell any kind of explosives or accelerants in the air. And then, he saw him. About 10 meters from where he was, there was a tall man looking at him. He was wearing a dark purple dress shirt with a black butterfly-shaped lapel on the center of the collar, and black dress pants. In his hands, he was holding a dark indigo cane. But the thing that jumped at first sight about him, was that most his face and neck were covered by a silver mask; that, and his eyes, his deep icy blue eyes.  

“You!!! What date is it?!” -the strange man asked, pointing his cane at the security guard.

“D-Date?” -the security guard asked, not understanding if the man in front of him was real, or just an hallucination from either bumping his head on the floor, or whatever blew up inside that room moments before, that caused that room to look the way it did.

“Yes, the date! What year is it and where are we?” -the man insisted on the matter. From the tone of his voice, the security guard understood that he was growing impatient.

“I-I-It’s 2-2017... and t-this is the L-Louvre…” -the security guard stuttered.

“2017?! Louvre?!” -the mysterious man exclaimed, before he let out an evil laugh. –“Finally, after 200 years, I’m finally free!”

“W-Who are you?!” -the security guard stuttered, realizing the –“W-Who ever y-you are, you’ll have a lot to answer about, when the p-police gets here…” -he said, as he tried to stand up on his feet.

Lifting his cane, the mysterious man once more pointed it in the direction of the security guard. In the same moment, the cane started to give an otherworldly glow, and the security guard started to rise in the air. Trying to move, he found himself unable to move an inch, as the mysterious man approached him, always with his cane pointed at him. Closing in on his face, he whispered:  

“I, am Hawk Moth, the future master and ruler of this world.” -he said with a cold and malevolent voice. –“And you, my friend, are about to forget what you just saw. Forget and sleep… Sleep now…”

“What do you…” -the security guard, just as Hawk Moth waved his left hand in front of his eyes, making him feel extremely sleepy. In a matter of seconds, he was unconscious and Hawk Moth just let him fall on the ground.  

“And now, time to make my exit. I do not wish for the authorities to know of my return… at least, not just yet.” -Hawk Moth thought to himself, as he turned heel, facing interior of the room.

Knocking his cane on the ground twice, his whole body began to glow with a purple aura, before transforming into a swarm of black butterflies, which quickly exited through the broken dome and flew into the night sky. When another team of security guards arrived at the scene, accompanied by the police, they found their colleagues passed out and the room looking like a war zone. The officer in charge, Lt. Roger Raincomprix looked at what was in front of him, and the only thing he said was:

“What happened here?!”  

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The swarm of black butterflies kept flying into the night, moving further away from the Louvre. Making its way towards south of the city, the swarm started to descend while flying over Montparnasse Cemetery. Landing right next to the statue of the Spirit of Eternal Sleep, the swarm reassembled itself into Hawk Moth.

“So… this is Paris in the 21st century?” -Hawk Moth mused to himself. –“The city has changed a lot in two centuries. I hardly recognize most of it.” -he admitted, not having recognized most landmarks he saw, such as the Eiffel Tower, the Arc de Triomphe, the Montparnasse Tower, among others. –“Still, there are things that haven’t changed… the human emotions. Fear, anger, disgust, horror, envy, pride, rage… all of them. Those remain unchanged and untamed, like the human nature. I can feel them in each inhabitant of this city… exactly what I need, to assemble myself a new army of loyal warriors. I dare to say, that I see limitless possibilities in my grasp.” -he smiled wickedly. –“Soon, everyone will remember why they feared the shadows, and more importantly, they will remember why they feared the name of Hawk Moth.”  
Miraculous Team: Origins - Chapter 1
So yeah, I decided to also join the Miraculous fanfic hype train, and well, I wrote this. This is the first chapter of a series of stories that will take place in a different universe form the series, even though this alternative universe has many similarities with the original universe, as depicted in the series.

The main difference in this universe, which will be further explored, is that Marinette and Adrien are not the only ones who posesse Miraculous that enable them to transform into sueprheroes. In this universe, all of their friends also have Miraculous, and together, they will save Paris from the cluthches of Hawk Moth, as well as the rest of the world.

Hope you all like it, and well, feel free to comment and fav it, okay?

(illustrations will show up soon)
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Miraculous Tron - Ladybug
Well, I wouldn't commission Chat Noir, without commissioning Ladybug, right?

Ladybug looks really badass in this form, ready to take on the MCP and restore order to the Grid. The drawing was done by my friend :iconviblue:

Hope you all like it.
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Miraculous Tron - Chat Noir
I can't believe I actually forgot to upload this one around here. xD

I know this isn't the first time someone around here had the idea of combining Miraculous Ladybug with Tron, but I know that I won't be the last. The drawing was commissioned last year to my friend :iconviblue: and I must say that I loved her design on Chat. He looks like he belongs in the Grid (and now I feel the need to play Space Paranoids, xD)

I hope you all like it.
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Hey everyone!

Now, who would've thought that it's already that time of year again? Another year has passed for me and it's time to celebrate my 11th year as a Deviant around these parts.

As always, I have to say that I had a wonderful year, at least when it comes to art. I kept writing my fanfics, collaborating with some very talented artists to create beautiful masterpieces, and of course, working on my official comic book. I can't believe that I've reached more than 122,000 pageviews... that really is a lot for a writer.

Let me just say that, it's been an honour to share with you my art and my art projects and collaborations with you guys, hoping that I may be around here next year to share tons of other stuff with you guys.

Withotu anything else to say, let me just say, I'll be seeing ya around! ;)

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My Friends and Watchers:

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People who I watch and who are great artists:

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  • Listening to: We Built this City - Starship
  • Reading: The Bazaar of Bad Dreams - Stephen King
  • Watching: Star vs The Forces fo Evil
  • Playing: Resident Evil 7 - PS4
  • Eating: Chocolate
  • Drinking: Milk

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I live my life by my rules, and I like to write. I hope that one day I'll become one of the greatest scriptwriters in the history of comic books in Portugal (which I intend to revolutionize through my work), but in the meantime, I dedicate all my time and efforts to my original works and fanfics.
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Thank You For all the GREAT PIC'S.
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