cat aclysmic

The moment you’re so done with Chat Noir because you notice that even his attack is a cat pun: Cat-aclysm
—  You thought his attacks were safe from the puns too?
Oh hell no they’re not.
Nothing is safe from the puns of Chat.
The Countdown to Christmas (Chapter 3: Do You Like Me?)

Parings: LadyNoir, some Marichat and Adrienette but not really, AlyaNino, OCxOC
Rating: I think this is still K but this chapter may or may not be what makes it borderline T
Description: A lot of people confess and so does Chat. (What does he confess? :O To who?)

A/N: I am so so so so sorry this took so long. I had some really bad computer issues while I was visiting relatives over the holidays. (I still have a few issues tbh. 


Everyone hold on to your kwamis, I tired to angst in this chapter. Just a little. 

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Ladybug groaned as she pulled herself off the ground, spitting out the bits of fir leaves in her mouth.

This akuma was seriously getting on her last nerves.

First off, it pulled her from her busy schedule.

Her plate was piled with wrapping gifts, class president reports, and on top of that she’d been secretly trying to make things perfect for Alya’s confession later today. She’d barely gotten any sleep before a panicked Tikki flew at her, rocking her awake.

That was another reason she was ticked off, who the heck got evilized at 4 a.m.? And why, for the love of macarons, was she so powerful?

Ladybug and Chat Noir were having an awful time trying defeat Holly Jolly. They’d been bound by Christmas lights and wrapping paper. They’d been hunted down by a of evil personified Christmas trees. Not to mention the exploding ornaments the akuma kept hurling.

Ladybug had barely been able to slice their way out of the garland maze they’d been caught in.

Chat Noir rushed to her side after pulling off the rest of his garland chains. “I’m kinda done with rocking around these Christmas trees. Come up with a plan yet, my Lady?”

“Follow me!” she called out, moving without looking back, knowing he was right behind her.

As they did synchronized flips off the walls, narrowly dodging another attack, Ladybug caught a glimpse of something hanging from the akuma’s neck. Upon closer inspection it appeared to be a silver bell, a miniature replica of the kind they hung in towers. Normally she would have simply assumed it was where the evilied butterfly was hiding, but she’d know that necklace anywhere.

Henri had given it to Aveline on last Christmas!

She felt concern for Aveline. The vlogger was supposed to be setting up for the confession events later today! If she was akumized, wouldn’t she fall behind?

Ladybug didn’t have any time to dwell on that fact as Jolly Holly had cornered them against a building.

“You two could really use a bit more Christmas Spirit!” The akuma laughed as they failed to dodge one of the ornaments she’d thrown at them.

Chat Noir growled, readying himself to pounce, but his feet remained planted to the ground. His pupils dilated when he turned to speak to Ladybug. “Uh…My Lady…I can’t seem to be able to move.”

“Me neither,” she answered through gritted teeth, trying to move as well.

They struggled against the invisible restraints, desperately searching for what was confining them.

Ladybug had been testing for a crack in their bindings until Chat Noir’s gasp stole her attention.

“Look up, my Lady.” Chat spoke in a low breath.

Confused creases formed on her forehead as her eyes moved their way up to where he was looking.

No way… It couldn’t be…

But it was as clear as day, those red berries and green leaves meant only one thing.

Mistletoe. They’d been stopped by mistletoe.

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Someone asked me why I decided to work on a series of portraits of burlesque dancers. Part of the reason is that I’m attracted to passion, the good dancers have a real passion about what they do…and they mirror my own obsessions. The concern with passions and obsessions is that they too easily become destructive…maybe that’s the price you have to pay.

“You don’t make a photograph just with a camera. You bring to the act of photography all the pictures you have seen, the books you have read, the music you have heard, the people you have loved.”  Ansel Adams

Vangelis : Antarctic Echoes


Burlesque was awesome. Quite different atmosphere and crowd in such a small town venue, but the acts were as amazing as ever.

Took a bunch of photos. Of them, I think about 80 or so are not terrible. It took me the longest time to “dial in” to the settings I needed to get decent looking photos.

In the end, the best shots where from my dirt cheap, shitty 70-200 Sigma lens, which with an aperture up at like 5.6 - 6. Normally my F1.8 50mm lens is the fucking daddy at shit like this, but clearly, having not been to or photographing a burly in about 2 years has made me lose some much needed “low light photography” skills.

Anywho, I’m super tired just now, hope to finish editing the photos over this weekend. Sophie dependant, of course. 

I see a lot of people arguing over film versus digital and one being “better” than the other…for me it’s nothing but a capture method. All the knowledge and skills I honed using film are completely relevant using digital…digital has added more layers to help me show what I feel when looking through my viewfinder. I keep posting that Ansel Adams quote “You don’t make a photograph just with a camera. You bring to the act of photography all the pictures you have seen, the books you have read, the music you have heard, the people you have loved.”

You just have to understand the concept of “photographing what you feel, not what you see.”

David Sylvian + Ryuichi Sakamoto : Forbidden Colours

Being a photographer, and being surrounded by creative people for so long, you forget how much the vast majority of people couldn’t care less about photography. I wake up thinking about photography, I go to sleep thinking about photography, I dream photography…for 99.9% of people it’s the exact opposite. This image reminds me of those 99.9%, the first thing they would say is “but it’s out of focus and all blurred?”, and that makes me smile. Maybe the 99.9% have got a “normal” life…but the who the fuck wants that.

Estiva : I Feel Fine (Piano Mix)

“Art is what we call…the thing an artist does.
It’s not the medium or the oil or the price or whether it hangs on a wall or you eat it.
What matters, what makes it art, is that the person who made it overcame the resistance, ignored the voice of doubt and made something worth making. Something risky. Something human.
Art is not in the …eye of the beholder. It’s in the soul of the artist.” Seth Godin

New Order : Ceremony (Original Version)

Burlesque dancer Cat Aclysmic backstage at The Gatsby Club. When I had a meeting with her she thought I might want to take images of her fire act, but I said no. Ninety nine times out of a hundred everything will go as planned, but I really don’t want to be there when it doesn’t and there’s bare flesh and flames involved…not for me. (Part of a series of portraits of burlesque dancers).

Royal Philharmonic Orchestra : The Universal (Blur)