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The new blog is @thcnctwork and I will be editing and working on it after a while. It will take me a good bit to write all of the character pages for all of the muses, but I plan on it.

//Still not entirely sure if I want to even try with a revival. I might just remake the blog, but I have zero energy to deal with recoding and crap. Hm.

//Hey howdy hey, mijos. Could you guys do me a super solid and reblog if you’re into a multimuse Miraculous oc blog? That’d be totally sweet. 🐟 Multimuse mun 🐟 OC and Canon friendly 🐟 Multiship and Multimuse friendly 🐟 Multliverse friendly 🐟 AU Friendly 🐟 NSFW friendly / tagging friendly 🐟 Blog overhaul incoming for easy reading 🐟 Painfully gunshy mun 🐟 Mutuals only

So here’s my question to you, should I bother with this at all, or should I just cut it out completely?

                      “Dios Mio... The worst part about trying again, is realizing what little you had to start with. Oiy...”

              Cossette laughed quietly, “Si! Si, a rest! A nap!” she tugged his hand just a bit more, until she was seated with the much larger draconic across her lap. Once he had made himself comfortable, she placed his glasses on the nearby side table, all the while letting her her hands rose and settled across his form. Fingers found his hair, and with practiced slowness she gently ran her nails across his scalp, lightly raking them against his skull affectionately, “Es mejor, yes?”

               Many would have killed to be in his shoes, to have her affections to themselves, but, alas, here was Val, getting the proper hair brushings and gentle attentions from the otherwise rather wiley firecracker that was this woman. She gave a warmer smile still, finally taking one of his hands in hers, “Mijo, if you like, you can lay on me or something. Seems like we’d both be cozier that way, non?” she bobbed her eyebrows playfully at him before tipping her head toward a nearby seat. 

Kamelot - Ghost Opera (2007)

            “That explains that, mucho. I lost mi padre years ago. Is good to keep close to them who care, Mijo. Always remember that. Especially when sometimes... Things happen, muy mal,” she reached upward and pat the young man’s cheek lightly, not in a demeaning sort of way or anything, but, well, that was just how she was.  

            “That’s what I THOUGHT you meant, Draco,” she grinned faintly at him before letting her arms raise and drape across his shoulders, even hooking her fingers at the back of his neck and toying with that pretty hair of his. She chuckled and let her nose rub the end of his, “They are stories for the skin, si?”

            “A-alto. W-wait wait wait. His son? Dios mio...” She pushed her fingers through her hair though returned the bow after a few seconds, “It’s bien to meet you, Mijo. I can’t say he’s ever mentioned it to me, but.. I have been gone mucho.” 

            “I happen to like my scars, Draco. Is it ugly to you?” she glanced at her leg for several seconds, then finally met his eyes with her own, giving a small, half smile of sorts. Boy, he was gonna hate what she hid under the corset then if that was the case.