Valory Pierce is a woman who does so many great things for the fandom. She loves to voice act with her main character being Chloe, and she does an absolutely amazing Chloe. She's also recently really grown into doing other great voices to characters that it took me a second to realize was her. She also does makeup, and I'm pretty sure that she's good at it though I'm not really a makeup person. Valory Pierce has roleplayed with actual Miraculous voice actors, and those improv rolaplays just blew my mind from the very first one that I'd watched. Those were the first videos that I'd seen by her, quickly followed by the comic dubs, and then onto a few random videos. Just, her joy makes me so happy, and I'm super glad that she's following her dreams and having a lot of fun doing so. I'm pretty new to being a fan of hers, but the first video that I watched by her completely blew me away anyway. I loved every Miraculous video that I've seen by her, and I've also really enjoyed quite a few videos of hers that weren't even for any of the fandoms that I'm in. Even though, I've only been watching her for a month, I still feel like she deserves some appreciation, and that you should go check her out if you haven't already.
For Valory, wow, a friend recommended me to you for my appreciation fics, and I didn't know at all what I was getting into. I thought may be you'd just do comic dubs which I tended to avoid on YouTube after every one of them before weren't quite what they were supposed to be and the voices were mainly robotic, but your wide range of videos and the way you dub your comics sold me on them. I'm not sure if I'll ever watch anyone else's comic dubs without caution, but yours definitely do make me happy. I just really hope that you realize how absolutely amazing you are to the fandom through everything you do for it. Your comic dubs are great, and after watching some of your older videos and then watching some of your newer ones, I've realized just how much you've grown at voice acting a variety of female characters, and it makes me so happy. God bless you, and I really do hope that your day is incredible.
There was no way that she couldn't remember the childhood that had helped sprout her into the woman that she's since become. No way that she couldn't have fallen in love with one of the few people that stayed by her side even though she did appreciate her father for the gifts that he'd lavished her with and Sabrina even though sometimes it felt like Sabrina was more of a possession or someone to work hard for Chloe in order to 'keep' her.
Just, Adrien wasn't always the sort to reprimand her when her ways went a little wrong, but she knew that that may have been the fact that he'd at first had no one to defend and no one but her. She hadn't trapped him in a friendless box, but somehow she'd been the only light of the outside world that he could see in a way, but Chloe had never really been much of a prince.
She just wasn't sure that she was cut out to be the wicked stepmother either. That felt and tasted funny on her tongue when she used to play with Mr. Cuddles, laugh honestly with Adrien, and when she used to see him as just her friend.
Chloe liked the ordinary, liked staking claims, and avoiding change, but sometimes she felt just how broken and jaded her judgement had become. Sometimes, the harsh words that tumbled out of her lips left scars in her heart as well. She pretended that the words meant nothing to her, that she was immune to the way that Sabrina had sometimes looked at her as if a part of her was already lost and gone, broken like a screen door slammed too hard against its doorposts, left hanging and just hoping for someone to repair.
She loved power, loved rising up and letting everything fall where it may as long as she was on top where she belonged, where her daddy belonged, and her mom belonged. A place so high up that no one could touch her, not even within her heart.
Adrien had been a part of her life so long that he had to know where her seflishness began and where it faded, but when she saw the rest of the world through growing eyes, her life did change probably in ways that her friend had never expected. She saw her parents fall apart, her mother get tired of being Chloe's father's wife and yet not tired of the fame. Chloe's mother walked out, but not very far.
Just Chloe wasn't sure anymore exactly what she wanted, not when a bee comb ended up in her hands, earnest green eyes staring down at her, expecting slow growth, slow change, and a heart so full of the past that she wondered if it could be him. Her mind told her, 'no,' but her heart begged for it to be so.
If he was, it would be so much easier, but she didn't see Adrien rocking leather or letting his athleticness and flexibility become Cat Noir's. It just didn't happen like that. Nothing in Chloe's world had ever been as easy as it looked.
"So you're Queen Bee now." Pollen murmured in her ear, "Have you considered what that means?"
"It means that I'm Cat Noir's right hand woman, his upper hand that he can seek out, but..." Chloe let her eyes wander away from the Kwami floating before her, "It's not who Chloe is." She wasn't sure anymore, not with the Miraculous in her hair, with the Kwami floating in front of her, or with Cat Noir's blind trust in her. Chloe was a pattern, a way of being, and just being her wasn't always enough.
Chloe didn't save Paris, didn't have that kind of authority; she was just a teenage girl that pretended that guilt didn't try to cling to her when she caused another Akuma, placed the blame anywhere else before it consumed her, and she was just a girl that Hawkmoth probably should have paid for all of her hard work. She's just a teenager, but yet, what if she was more?
Cat Noir sought her out, out of everyone in Paris, and he thought that she was a good fit for a Miraculous. She could kind of see it, in her raw honesty that she'd let show sometimes, in her eagerness to help Ladybug out.
Just, Ladybug never saw it. Sometimes, she thought that the woman did, sometimes she thought that Ladybug could see Chloe past whatever Chloe was. She wasn't quite sure that she wasn't as arrogant anymore or as selfish as everyone saw in her. She was loved; she had to be.
The mayor's daughter was great, she was a natural born leader just like her daddy, and she was loved by all, because of this. She could lead with an iron fist when people needed her to; she could balance all of her life in little, neat boxes.
Just, no one loved the pretty baker's daughter, not her family that didn't just 'obey' her or buy her pretty things and just say kind things to her. Chloe loved her daddy, and he loved her. Her mom even adored her, saw her as the perfect, little princess like her daddy did, so they bought her gifts, called her their little princess, told her of how wonderful she was.
Chloe was as wonderful as she could be in their eyes. She was destined to rule in their stead. Royalty suited her or she wouldn't be Queen Bee. Just, behind every princess' thin veiled smile was something a little more hard, a little more stubborn, and Chloe was the leader of the princesses, she was their queen. Or may be that was her last hope, her last threshold, but she wouldn't let it die. She's stubborn and she's learned that to let sadness show is a weakness, just let vanity, let pride, let selfishness in, because behind any mask, she feels like she's made stronger.
"Chloe's Queen Bee." Pollen murmured, right next to her ear; Chloe had forgotten that she was there, "As strong and brave and honest as Queen Bee is, Chloe is too, you know?" Chloe didn't believe a word of it though she smiled like she did, held her chin up, because she was the queen. Queens wear crowns and crowns can hold the world on them.
Chloe's confident and dangerous and strong; a queen doesn't break before her royal subjects. She doesn't break at all, so Chloe levels her best smile at Pollen and pretends that Pollen doesn't see past every curve of her lips, every honeyed lie.