Hawk Moth RP Blog

Independent roleplaying blog for the villian Hawk Moth (Papillon) from Miraculous Ladybug. Feel free to rp! WIP!

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[I'm honestly quite surprised that Hawkmoth hasn't canonly made a joke about monarchs yet. I mean come on.]

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GUESS WHO'S BACK

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PSA

[Later today and the rest of the week, I’ll be on vacation in a place where I can’t get reception. I advise @pta-toriel, @themysteriouscatnoir, @spotted-and-speckled, and @marvelousladybug to take your time with replies, because I won’t be able to read them until I get back. If @miraculousfishtail and @ladybug-a-booo want to drop a starter, I'll get to it as soon as possible. Thanks for understanding, you guys! Butterfly out.]

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The Great Kwami Rescue

[marvelousladybug]

evilize-them

She just wouldn’t back down, would she? What an annoying little pest… Just didn’t know when to quit. ‘Be better’? Easier done than said. He didn’t go through with all this work for nothing. Everything would be alright. He swore it. He’d make everything alright, even if he had to take the world itself.

That’s when the clang of an opened trap door echoed through the butterfly-infested room. His head snapped forward in surprise, taking his gloved hand from his eyes. Hawk Moth scowled as he realized exactly who was behind him. However, not a moment passed before the grimace slowly turned to a smile. Oh, this was simply too good to be true.

“Well. Well. Well… If it isn’t just the person I wanted to see.” The villain kept his back turned to the newcomer, then outstretched an arm to the side, displaying the earrings held tight between his fingers. The first tucked between his index and middle, while the second snuggled between the middle and ring.

“Looking for these?” He taunted, drawing his arm back in and returning the gems to his palm. For some reason, having his nemesis so close actually made him feel…..better. His plans were going all too well. For once. It only helped that her nervousness and fear could be sensed, further strengthening his determination.

“I must say, Ladybug, that’s quite rude of you.“ He continued, “Barging in unannounced, interrupting my conversation, demanding something that rightfully belongs to me.” Hawk Moth shook his masked head and ‘tsk'ed several times. “What a child.” His head turned to the side slightly, the wicked grin on his face growing steadily.

“It’s a wonder that you’re fit for the Miraculous at all.”

She flinched back, momentarily believing his words, after all she was the one who lost her miraculous… Maybe she was in over her head. A rush of uncertainty washed over her and she felt the same feelings of inadequacy she did when she first got her earrings. Of not being good enough, letting everyone down because she simply wasn’t enough. Back when plain old Marinette let bullies knock her around and the idea of her being a superheroine was laughable. 

It wasn’t until Marinette looked over at Tikki that those destructive thoughts were chased away. She was chosen because of the simple fact she was Marinette. Tikki sang her praises and if there was anything Marinette believed in it was Tikki’s faith in her. 

She reached into the bag at her waist and pulled out a plain yoyo from the random assortment of items she took with her. It may not be magic but the familiar feel gave her confidence to speak, “You’re wrong. The fact that I am here proves I was meant to be chosen. Those earrings are mine and I’m here demanding for my miraculous back, the ones you stole from me!”

Marinette shifted into a defensive stance, letting the yoyo go to its full length then in an action all to similar to her began to spin it. A small smirk tugged at her lips, “And for the record, this child has managed to defeat you pretty much all the time. Now won’t be any different. A tad more difficult maybe but I’ll beat you.” 

Tikki smiled as she grabbed the bars trapping her, a pulse of happiness shooting through her and in turn the earrings. It was time for the kwami to get out of there to help her lady. She glanced back at the dented bars, trying to come up with ideas to get free while Marinette faced Hawkmoth.

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That’s the problem with superheroes. They’re so…..heroic. Even without the Miraculous, he felt that this fight wouldn’t be an easy one. The earrings seemed to pulse with hope in his palm, and the villain clamped down on them harder in an effort to stop it. He grimaced. All this positivity….ugh, it was making him sick.

He made no reply, only turning his full body towards the heroine and taking a few steps forward into the light. He made sure to keep his hands behind his back, for both intimidation and protection. He towered over Ladybug, even though he was still several feet away. As soon as his features were illuminated, he smirked slightly.

“Oh, but don’t you see? I’ve already won.“

Hawk Moth stamped his foot, causing a small, circular hole to open near him. Immediately, a long, slender, purple cane shot into the air. He reached out and caught it with ease, then twirled it above his head and brought it down with a thud.

“I admire your determination, little lady, but I’m afraid you’re at a disadvantage. Any moment now, my villain will bring in Cat Noir’s Miraculous. Even if he manages to defeat them, the akuma will just come back, and the cycle begins again.“ He grinned with confidence. “Either way, I win.”

Whatever chance he had at tearing her down, he was going to have to take it. While his own athletic ability had been enhanced by his Butterfly Miraculous, Ladybug was young and energetic, even without her earrings. His cane was a rather sturdy weapon, but her yoyo had range. Not much, but she could do some real damage with that. Not to mention that she could use both hands. Nevertheless, she was being pitted against a full-sized adult with magic powers. This was going to be interesting.

“Now, you have a choice. If you admit your defeat right here, I promise that no harm will come to you or Cat Noir. Everybody wins. But, if you insist on wasting time and playing hero….” He raised the cane, pointing it directly at Ladybug.

“I won’t hesitate to destroy you both.”

[themysteriouscatnoir-blog]

Secrets

[themysteriouscatnoir-blog]

Ladybug rolled her eyes at Queen Bee’s statement about Ladybug’s being smaller. Sure they were small, but like bees they’re also aggressive. For a moment Ladybug let out a small gasp as the other bees came in for a attack, she stood back to back with Chat, using her yoyo as a shield while he did the same thing for the moment. Although that didn’t stop all the bees but it managed to swat quite a few of them.“Ow! Any bright idea’s m’day?” Chat asked. “Uh, I’m working on it.” She replied briefly while thinking of what to use in the restaurant against Queen Bee, or perhaps they should lour her outside. 

“I’m guessing the Akuma is in her handy dandy staff.” Chat commented at he looked around while swatting some of the bees away. How are they supposed to fight against such tiny opponents, and so many?” Taking a moment to recall how offended he herd Queen Bee get a moment ago by something Hawk Moth probably said, he whispered to Ladybug. “I think I know how to get her outside.” Ladybug listened a moment then gave a nod. She wasn’t quite expecting Chat to quickly pick her up and launch up to the broken roof, but she won’t scold him if it meant not being stung by bees. 

“Is that really all you got? Your brain must be full of honey, also.. That bee suit makes your butt look big!” Chat yelled down before hopping away. At least now they can get her away from other people, and hopefully they can find a net or something to keep the bees away. 

As they hopped from roof to roof, Chat looked behind them to make sure Queen Bee followed them, then Ladybug pointed to a batting area the net looked big enough to hold all the bees and the holes seemed small enough to keep them in. Chat went into the batting cage, ready to shut it when the bees followed them while Ladybug went to hide out of site for the moment. 

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Queen Bee made sure to dramatically yawn and check her nails periodically while sending the bees after the heroes. They couldn’t hold out forever, and she had plenty of minions to send after them. This would be over in a flash. Or so she thought.

She had looked away to snobbishly check her nails once more, but as she looked back, found that Ladybug and Cat Noir were no longer there. The villainess let out a small “Wha…?!” in surprise, then lowered her staff and swiveled her head from side to side to look for the vanishing duo. That is, until Cat Noir’s snide remark pulled her attention to the busted roof. Queen Bee fumed. You could almost literally see the smoke coming out of her ears.

“How DARE you! I’ll have you know my butt looks great!” She shouted, but he was already gone. Now more furious than before, she flew up out of the hole in the ceiling and took off after the two.

It wasn’t long before she reached Cat Noir’s trap. However, her brain might as well been made out of honey, as she stopped right outside the cage and laughed.

“Aw, looks like there’s nowhere to run, kitty! Lemme introduce you to some new friends!” She jabbed her staff in his direction, summoning as many bees as she could.

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At the back of Chat’s mind he was laughing at the faint voice he left behind when they took off to set a trap. She reminds him of Chloe in a way but he knew it is’t her being Akumatized. As he waited for Queen Bee to catch up Chat whistled innocently as he tried to ignore the multiple stinging sensations throbbing on his arms. Those stingers had to be extra sharp to cut through his leather suit. 

“Oh no, don’t send them! I’m already in enough pain.” He said, dramatically throwing a arm up to cover his eyes and stood there helplessly. Although once the swarm of bees got in the cage he got out and shut the door quickly. “Ha! Now it’s just you and me.” He said before leaping to the nearest light post and leaped off it in attempt to pull her down with him via grabbing her foot. He’s not really sure what he’s planning to do if he got her down, if he’s lucky he can grab her staff and break it in hope that the Akuma is there. But she’s quite suborn and he isn’t known to be very lucky.

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The villainess giggled to herself and smiled triumphantly as her swarms of insects surrounded the cat. She was a little annoyed by the lack of screams of terror, but hey, she couldn’t complain. She had Cat Noir right in the palm of her hand. At least she thought she did, anyway.

“Well, mayBEE I’ll go easy on you if you just hand over your Miracu-” She taunted, but was cut off by a loud CLANG as the hero shut the door on her minions. She scoffed, clearly offended by the gesture. “ExcUSE ME! Don’t you know it’s RUDE to cut someone o- AAHH!” Queen Bee was so busy attempting to scold him that she didn’t notice what he was aiming for, until she felt herself drop unexpectedly from the air. It might not have been enough to go all the way to the ground, but Cat Noir’s muscle mass managed to put her at a severe flying disadvantage. The woman scowled and shook her foot in attempt to loosen him off. “No! Bad kitty! Ugh, get OFF!”

Meanwhile, Hawk Moth was still locked in the small room, facepalming. He let out a groan of frustration, scolding himself for listening to Gracii. Again. Queen Bee was arguably one of the most frustrating villains he had ever akumatized. And it was Father’s Day no less. Honestly, she could have at least SEEN the trap.

“Why do bees have to be such nuisances….?” He grumbled, shaking his head.

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As Chat Noir clung to the woman’s legs he couldn’t help but comment. “Yeah I know I can be rude, but only when someone is reallybugging me!” He said as he climbed up her legs to get to her wings while he activated his Cataclysm.

“I have to admit though, you may be a thorn in my side but you seem furry humorous, how about we stop fighting for a while and talk this out over coffee?” He said but as he waited for her to respond to his comments he worked on catching her wings, though they were buzzing pretty fast so he only managed to touch one and turn it to dust. 

While Chat Noir did his part in distracting the Super Villain, Ladybug used her magic charm and got a circus net out of it, she didn’t have to think twice about what to do with it since by the time she got it the two where falling from the sky. Quickly Ladybug tied one side of the net to a fire exit on one building and then used her yoyo to get to the other side, although she didn’t have time to tie it so she had to hold it as tightly as possible. When the two fell into the net the rope nearly slipped from her hand, but she managed for the moment with a relived sigh. Chat Noir then proceeded to take the woman’s staff from her and climbed out of the net, unfortunately when he snapped it in half nothing happened. 

“What?! I was sure the akuma was in here.” He said with a frown, now he has to waste even more time with this and not with his father, who is probably worried by now. Ladybug got down from the building after securing the net that held Queen Bee. “She didn’t change back, we’ll have to look closer it has to be stuck to her or some-” She gasped, remembering she had some jewelry. “It has to be her bee necklace or something.” 

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She scowled at his pun and kept trying to shake him off, but to no avail. She started to insult him, but stopped when he mentioned coffee. Actually, that didn’t sound like such a bad ide-

“AAHHH!” Welp, there goes one of her wings. Once the cataclysm had crumbled the wing, she suddenly felt as if a weight had been tied to her leg. The two began falling quickly, with Queen Bee trying to stay at least a bit in the air by using her remaining wing. It worked only slightly, slowing their descent to a manageable fall. They hit the net, which thankfully held together.

Before she could process all that had happened, the staff had been taken from her hand. As the villainess struggled to stand up on the net, she suddenly heard a loud SNAP. Her head jerked to Cat Noir, who was now holding two pieces of the staff. She scowled even more, and instinctively clasped a hand around her bee pendant.

That’s when the necklace moved. Queen Bee gave a small yelp of surprise as the pendant moved again, and the color seemed to melt right off. The darkness bounded together into a shape….. a butterfly. It flew up in front of her face, it’s flight path strange and irregular. Not a moment later, her body began to feel tingly and bubbly, emanating from the necklace, which had now returned to it’s original state. Before she could react, a wave of dark matter washed over her, making her let out a cry and fall back onto the net.

Hawk Moth sighed once he gave the order to recall the akuma. This villain wasn’t going to work. He was just wasting time with her. At least now he knew what to look for in a villain. But for now, that was enough for Father’s Day. He rubbed his forehead. What a disaster…

[spotted-and-speckled]

The Best-Worst Internship Ever || Closed RP with evilize-them

[spotted-and-speckled]

Agreste stood next to his cushioned office chair. His tall, slim figure faced the side wall, a hand in his chin and his brow furrowed, as if he were trying to decipher some complicated puzzle that hung from the wallpaper. He made no reaction to the knock on his door, only replying with a flat “Come in.” He continued glaring at the wall as the door was opened, casually running in his mind what he was about to say; a habit that he had picked up in the world of business. The room was silent for a moment before the man spoke.

“I trust that my secretary gave you the details, but I’ll go over them anyway. One of my designers called in sick.“ His expression changed ever so slightly, as if he were reprimanding the puzzle for not solving itself. “USUALLY being sick wouldn’t relieve an employee from an entire day of work, but this particular designer came down with pneumonia. They’ll be bedridden for a good while, inconveniently in the middle of one of our busiest seasons. I need a replacement quickly.”

Agreste’s hand fell from his chin as he crossed his arms over his chest. His head turned to look down at his intern from across the room, assuming an aura of authority. “In any normal event, I’d be ludicrous to assign you this role on your first day. However, with the board demanding new designs, I don’t have many options. You begin work tomorrow. Once you’ve delivered my coffee, report immediately to Nathalie. She will guide you to the design lab. I expect nothing less than your best work.”

A chime sounded from the clock that hung from the wall. The man’s blue eyes turned towards the device as he processed the time. “And with that, your shift is over. You are dismissed for today, Marinette.”

Standing there, watching Gabriel Agreste decipher the wall, seemed to take forever. Marinette kept her mouth shut, her hands clasped in front of her, while she waited on him to speak. After all, she had no idea why she’d been called into his office in the first place. For a moment she wondered if he had already decided to be done with her, and she was about to be removed from the internship program. Of course, that thought was crazy, and it was gone almost as soon as it had come.

Nathalie had been brief, so Marinette really had no idea what to expect from Mister Agreste. What he suggested was far from even her wildest speculations. She was going to be designing for him? So soon? She was too stunned to do anything, and just like that he was dismissing her. Home was boring, and she spent most of the night in her room doodling or working on designs. Tikki still seemed worried, but the kwami didn’t seem too keen on sharing anything, so Marinette had no choice but to let the subject drop. Patrol with Chat was nice, as it always was. The night was quiet, which was lovely. However, the two superheroes were worried that Hawkmoth was planning something big.

She was up bright and early for the internship the next day. It was a Saturday, and she had a schedule to keep. On her way to the office she picked up the coffee for Gabriel. This time, she knew where she was going. Marinette’s bag was a bit larger than usual, seeing as it also carried the things she normally designed with; her sketchbook, pencils, and fabric swatches to name a few. After delivering the coffee to Gabriel, Nathalie showed her around the studio. It was incredible. Everything she could ever wanted in order to design was there. The tour wrapped up, and Marinette was given an hour to come up with something to fit the theme of animals.

Marinette went with a spider theme. The dress was complex. Rather than the actual spider design itself, she went with the web. Carefully she drew in the lace and the tulle and all the other fabrics that would be used to actually create a dress like this. [x] When she finished, it looked closer to a wedding gown than a ball gown. She glanced at the clock on the wall, relieved to see she had a few minutes before Gabriel would come to look over the design. She suspected this was some sort of challenge, to see if she could really handle the pressures. She had no idea what he had in store for her. Although, if she kept this as a more regular position, she’d be in trouble. Surely designing took up more time than her internship did. Marinette was already booked with that. She knew Chat was busy in his civilian life, perhaps she’d have to ask for some pointers on their patrol tonight.

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Gabriel paced restlessly in front of his office window. It had been what… a week and a half since his last akumatization? It may not have seemed very long, but the power was an addiction. Getting those Miraculous was his top priority. He needed to act, and he needed to act fast. Perhaps if he could just get away for a moment or two…

The knock at his door stopped his pacing. He raised an eyebrow as he looked at the door, wondering who it possibly could be.

“Come in.”

Nathalie stepped into the room, looking worried. She had attempted to hide it by being proper, but Gabriel could see it. He could always see it. She seemed slightly relieved to find him standing there, but relief quickly turned to nervousness as she tried too hard to act calm around her strict superior. The secretary clutched the clipboard to her chest as she began to speak, but was cut off.

“Why didn’t you call me on the tablet?” Gabriel demanded, referring to the private intercom system that linked his office to the front desk. Nathalie nodded.

“I did, sir, several times. But you didn’t answer, so I had to come up personally. It’s almost time for your design inspection.“ She explained. Gabriel glanced at the clock. So soon? He must have been pacing and plotting longer than he thought… Well, no matter. His plan would have to wait. Agreste nodded, thanked Nathalie, and walked out the door, his secretary following close behind. The coffee sat on his desk, untouched.

Gabriel stepped, unannounced, into the design studio. A few moments passed as his presence was noticed, and designers added last minute touches, then skittered to stand next to their creations. The man skimmed the room with cold eyes, allowing the silence to sit for a moment before he began to walk from station to station, his soles clicking sharply against the floor. Tense moments passed as he inspected designs, harshly criticizing and loosely complimenting what he saw. One or two creations, however, managed to take his interest, and those few he gave virtually no criticism.

Before long, he had reached Marinette’s dress. He arched a brow, scanning the design from behind rounded glasses. Admittedly, it was impressive. So much design and detail fit into a single hour. From its complex lace web design, a spider was clearly the inspiration. Gabriel nodded in satisfaction.

“Good work, Marinette. I’m looking forward to your future designs.” A hint of a smile cracked his lips, before he turned on his heel and continued down to the next station.

[pta-toriel]

Closed Miraculous Ladybug Rp

((With my bae @evilize-them ))

Ever since coming to the surface there had been very few things that bothered Toriel. Sure, there was the occasional nightmare that would sometimes wake her up, drenched in sweat and fighting the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes, or the occasional flashbacks which would throw her to a time beyond the ruins, just before Asgore declared a second war on humans, but aside from that? Toriel considered herself to have a nice life, living alone with her adoptive child Frisk and teaching at the local high school. She got to see the sun every day, and it was very rare that she would have to be thrown back into the duties of her old life as Queen. And yet…

Toriel woke up with a start, alone in her hotel’s bed with an alarm going off beside her. Wiping grogginess from her eyes, she looked out the window to the foreign city as she tried to get her bearings. Slowly, things were coming back: Toriel and Agore had been called on diplomatic business to meet with a French ambassador, Toriel opting to room alone and keep Frisk in school for this, leaving Toriel all on her own in France until their meeting. Oh, and of all days, it was Mother’s Day. The queen groaned, flopping back onto her bed. It was the one day a year she could never get herself to look forward to, and she would not even get the pleasure of seeing her only child on it. How she would make it through  a day with constant reminders of the very children which she lost, she was not sure. Perhaps… Toriel sighed, pulling herself off her bed. Perhaps she would distract herself with the cuisine she was always being told to try. The French apparently did like snails, after all. Toriel got dressed, bracing herself before making her way into the outside world.

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Gabriel sighed and removed his rounded glasses, rubbing at his eyes as he leaned over the document-covered desk. A neat one, but document-covered all the same. The calendar hanging on one of his side walls had gleefully reminded him that today was Mother’s Day; a reminder that he desperately wished to forget.

Ever since she left, nothing had been the same. Agreste had become cold and distant, even to his only son. And thanks to this ONE DAY out of the ENTIRE YEAR, he was forced to remember. The man cracked open an eye to look down at a partially-blurry, half-completed schedule he had been working on for the past few hours. It should have taken minutes. He replaced and corrected his spectacles before staring back at the piece of paper.

Nope, no good. He still couldn’t focus. Gabriel let out an annoyed huff, then sat back in his cushioned office chair with his head laid back. There was a tiny flap of wings, and a small, familiar, pink creature entered his vision.

“Come on, boss! I know it’s hard to focus, but you can do it!” His butterfly kwami cheered. Agreste, however, groaned and closed his eyes.

“Gracii. Please. Not today.” He stated flatly. The man was simply not in the mood for optimism. Unfortunately for him, Gracii was not so easily silenced.

“Feeling down, huh? You need to take your mind off things! I know what’ll cheer you up!” Not a moment later she had slipped into his coat pocket, then flew out just as quickly with a similarly-colored butterfly shaped brooch. Gabriel lifted his head to glare at her. Perhaps if her optimism wasn’t so prominent, he’d be a bit less annoyed. But as he took a few moments to evaluate the positives and negatives of what she was implying, he decided to concede. He could use a break after all. With a small snobbish “Hmph”, he stood from the chair and and swiped the brooch, though Gracii didn’t seem to mind. In fact, her little smile widened slightly as he did.

“Quick scan of the city, then right back to work.” Gabriel stated. Gracii nodded happily.

[pta-toriel]

It took only a few hours for Toriel to realize that going out today was a mistake, a huge mistake, and that she should have just hid away inside her hotel room until time for her and Asgore’s meeting. If she had just done that then maybe, maybe she wouldn’t be pressed flush against an alley wall, trying desperately to calm her breathing and push aside the images and sounds racing through her mind.

“How could they have fallen so ill so quickly?” “M-Mom? Dad? I’m… sorry…” An echoing, desperate cry. Darkness.

Stepping onto the sunlit streets of Paris, the boss monster wouldn’t have imagined she would have much problem. She was a strong, independant boss monster, after all. She’d lived hundreds of years since that terrible day, and that was AFTER essentially running a kingdom for another thousand years. She’d gone through so much, she should have no problem handling a simple day such as Mother’s day, right? It started out simple enough. Toriel went out for breakfast, stopping at a local family owned bakery. She was almost run over by a teenaged girl with black pigtails rushing out for school, though all was quickly forgiven  between laughter and profuse apologizing. Tori entered the shop, ordered some pasturies for the sake of her sweet tooth, and struck up conversation with the owners.

“Ah, Marienette did not hurt you, did she? She can forget where she is, but never means any harm.” The female shop owner, and apparently the girl’s mother, spoke in heavily accented English. She smiled at the boss monster, welcoming her despite the queen’s intimidating height and how few monsters there were in France, at least at the moment. It was sweet.

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The transformation only took a few seconds. He always preferred to transform in his office’s secret elevator, as to avoid anything from being accidentally discovered in his office. True, he kept the office door locked until Nathalie called him, but extra precautions didn’t hurt. As the magic finished its change, Agreste let out a steady breath and rolled his shoulders under the signature purple suit.

The next moment was one that he had grown accustomed to over the years. Mixed emotions of loneliness, sadness, jealousy, and anger all hit him at once, yet didn’t influence him. They were the emotions of the people of Paris, of which he would akumatize one. Reminding himself of his promise to only made a quick scan, he ignored most of the signals as the elevator began to rise.

But there was one…

One single person’s emotions were much stronger and deeper than the rest. It was a strange, yet wonderful concoction of pain, loneliness, fear, and suffering that he just couldn’t ignore. In fact, it was tempting. The bit of Gracii within him told him that manipulating these emotions would help him with his own. And of course, he believed it. Hawk Moth smirked as Gracii described his chosen prey. So much for a quick scan.

Several seconds later, the elevator platform rose up into the middle of a completely dark room. A click and a whirr, and a gigantic circular shutter opened before him, letting in a large circular ray of light around the villain. Several hundred butterflies that had been previously lying dormant on the ground now lifted into the air at the sudden illumination. Hawk Moth lifted his masked head towards the circular window.

“Ah, a woman with lost children on the day of mothers. So many memories. So much suffering. Poor Ms. Toriel… Perhaps she needs a bit of….consolation.“ The man’s smirk grew wider as he held out his left hand, letting a beautiful, white butterfly to land on his gloved palm. His right hand covered the creature, and Hawk Moth infused the butterfly with transportation magic. As he lifted his hand, the butterfly could now be revealed as a creature of corruption, with it’s wings turned black and purple. The akuma flew upwards out of his palm, now traveling in a twisted and strange pattern of motion.

“Go now, my evil akuma, and comfort this grieving mother!” His voice echoed through the observatory.

[pta-toriel]

Back in the restaurant’s alleyway Toriel was still trying to calm herself, just as she had done many times in the past. She had to get a hold of herself. Here she was, an old queen about to do business with a foreign ambassador, and yet she was choking out panicked sobs alone in an alleyway. Desperately, she rummaged through her purse. There was one thing, one thing that  made her feel better in times like these, if not nostalgic. Her fingers finally came into contact with a palm sized, round metal object, which she hurriedly pulled out. There was a hitch in her labored breathing, and she attempted to smile as she looked at it. It was a compact, locket-esk picture frame, which when opened revealed a worn photo from a much better time. A time back underground, where she and her husband could lovingly hold their kids, both born and adoptive, without a care in the world. Toriel stared at this photo now, anchoring herself to it. She was so lost in the turmoil of her emotions, she didn’t even notice the odd pattern of the strange butterfly which came fluttering by. That is, until it landed on her locket.

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Hawk Moth tapped his cane restlessly. Waiting was the hard part. The target wasn’t always close, though his akuma typically reached them quickly. This gave the villain ample time to think of a clever name and powers for his awaiting victim. Well, usually.

His mind refused to stay focused, even in his more comfortable form. As he analyzed this ‘Toriel’ monster further, something about her always seemed to start a train of thought back to his own wife. In fact, from what he could see, they would have made great friends. Toriel could have been a guest in his own home. Things….would have been so much happier. And yet, here they were. Her breaking down in an alley, and him swooping to take control.

He absent-mindedly rubbed the inside of his right palm, the place where his alternate identity kept a picture of his beloved. Even if the picture wasn’t there, it helped to remind him of his overall mission. It was only a wave of warmth that broke his line of thought before it could travel down the long road of reminiscence. The akuma had landed. Perfect. He opened the communication link, encircling the air in front of his face with a pink butterfly outline. A sly smile graced his lips.

“Your majesty, please allow me to welcome you to France. My name is Hawk Moth, and yours is now Butterscorch.” He felt a touch of pride in the name, combining two of her talents into one, “I sympathize with your pain, unlike the others you’ve met. Because of this, I’ve given you new powers that will allow you to share your grief with the world! However, there are two, Ladybug and Cat Noir, that will attempt to foil your mission. I simply ask that you bring me their Miraculous: the Lady’s earrings, and the Cat’s ring. What do you say, shall we make this a Mother’s Day to remember?”

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Toriel’s mind was hazy as a smooth voice broke through the ringing. A pleased smile pulled at her face as she listened to this “Hawkmoth” speak to her, telling her of sweet, tempting nothings. With her mind muddled as it was, she didn’t hesitate to believe every word he said. This man, he understood her. He understood the pain she felt. Now…. Now she could make others understand that pain, and she’d never hae to be alone in it again. The queen could already feel the power buzzing at her fingertips, and without thinking, she decided it was an offer too good to pass up.

“As you wish, Hawkmoth.” She purred her agreement, voice still rough from crying.

Toriel did nothing to stop the bubbling, transformative magic that enveloped her. She just gave up, gave in, as the magic charged through her very being, her very soul, leaving it’s mark behind and cutting her vision to black. When she could see again, the first thing she noticed was that her houtfit changed.  From a modest, sapphire blue dress to a pitch black body suit with a loose black skirt cutting through the middle. An interesting fashion choice. The second thing she noticed was the overwhelming sense of power and control she felt surging through her body. Even in her younger, stronger days as a boss monster she had never, ever imagined this sort of feeling. Before she could stop herself, she felt a giggle rise from her chest. Then a snort. Then a laugh.  Before she knew it, she was laughing near hysterically in the alley, drunk on the power. She cared not what happened next, only snickering as she coiled her muscles and leapt from the alley to the roof of the next building. The only thing of any importance to her was making her appearence in town and getting the answer to one question.

“Do you prefer cinnamon, or Butterscorch?”

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Hook, line, and sinker. The deal was sealed. The link closed as the magic took hold, leaving him to observe over his new creation from within his domed walls. Oh, what a perfect twist of fate! What better way to create a monster, than use a monster? He could feel a great amount of faith in this new villain. She’d get the job done. This time, things were going to go right.

As Butterscorch began to giggle madly, a chuckle of his own bubbled up from his throat. A few seconds later, and the chuckle was replaced with a dark, maniacal laugh, echoing through the large observatory. The villain spread and raised his arms slightly, embracing this perfect opportunity that had managed to fall right into his wicked, greedy hands.

“Excellent, excellent! Ooh, I can feel it. The flames of my victory cannot be doused now!“ Hawk Moth pulled in his arms, bouncing the cane in his palm. He lived for this feeling. The real fight hadn’t even started yet, and he already felt like the king. He just had to get rid of the pests… “Once Ladybug and Cat Not are out of the way, the Miraculous will finally be mine! And she’ll be back with me…”

Something tugged at a small corner of his mind. Perhaps it was Nooroo’s voice of reason, but something about this just seemed…..wrong. Torie- Well, Butterscorch, was grieving. More so than those he usually akumatized. Was this pushing the boundary? There was some types of pain that even he hesitated to manipulate. Now that he thought about it, he had been rather quick to use his power on Toriel. Perhaps he wasn’t in the right mindset today. It wasn’t too late, he could still recall the akuma…

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, Hawk Moth shook his head. Nonsense, utter nonsense! He’d already passed the moral line long ago. He’d do anything, even turn a broken mother into his puppet. Whatever it took. His smile had slowly faded into a determined frown, blue eyes glaring out the window as his mind repeated the same phrase, over and over….

Whatever it took…

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[Have a quick edit thing as a SINCERE apology for my lack of motivation and muse- I know, I'm waaay overdue on those replies. I promise I'm working on them.]

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[Let's be honest, though. You insult Gabriel's fashion.... You better run. Fast.]

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[Tumblr. You know I have messages. You know I have drafted replies.

So wHY WON’T YOU SHOW THEM. Come on, bro.]

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I think you should get rid of the app or un-install and then re- install. For some people that works, unless you don’t have access to a computer, in which case I’m sorry. XP

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[Aha! That actually worked! Thanks, bro.]

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[Tumblr. You know I have messages. You know I have drafted replies. So wHY WON'T YOU SHOW THEM. Come on, bro.]

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“We Wear The Mask” - Paul Laurence Dunbar

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The Great Kwami Rescue

[marvelousladybug]

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Dark, darker, yet darker. The darkness kept growing. The actual lighting of the room didn’t change, but it felt as though the blackness was creeping around him, slowly consuming the room. The walls felt as though they were tightening, steadily closing in on his mind.

Do the ends really justify the means?

He felt alone. The room felt barren, even though there must have been hundreds of other life forms flapping around him. Even though words were being spoken, they seemed like thoughts. Tikki was there, and yet, she wasn’t. The man shut his eyes and tightened his grip over his face.

Is it worth becoming a monster?

Is that what he was? No, it couldn’t be… He was Hawk Moth: evil supervillain and manipulator of emotions. He turned people’s pain into power. Was he really a monster….?

Someone your friends, your loved ones, won’t recognize?

His mind immediately went to Nathalie and Adrien. Surely they’d understand his motives. Surely they’d sympathize with him. After all, that’s what they were meant to do. But Nathalie wasn’t exactly a friend, and it had been years since Adrien had looked at him with love… Had he really been that cold all this time? Had he overlooked and neglected his own son out of pure selfishness?

Something incapable of feeling love?

He smiled. The smile turned into a chuckle. Suddenly his silver-covered head was thrown back, the domed room echoing with crazed laughter. A gloved hand was clapped tight over his eyes, his other dangling meekly in a fist to his side. The loud cackling continued for a long few moments, before the villain regained enough composure to put words together.

“Look at me… I am a monster!” He didn’t move, keeping his lips in that strange, twitching smile. “A cold, heartless bastard. That’s me. A psychopath? Maybe. Heh, who knows! I certainly don’t! And no one can tell me. No one can tell me what I can’t do, because there’s no one there. No one to recognize the monster I’ve become.” He parted two fingers slightly to allow his eyes to turn and look over at the kwami.

“And I have you to thank for it. Without you, I never would have recognized what a terrible human being I truly am.”

She flinched back, this wasn’t the particular outcome she had wanted nor expected. Clenching her fists she knew she needed to act quickly, if the warmth spreading through her meant anything, which it did, then time was of the essence. “I won’t lie. What you are doing is terrible,” maybe she was further digging her own grave and sealing the coffin on Hawkmoth but it was her last ditch effort. And she’d be damned if she didn’t try.

“But, you don’t have to be a monster! That’s the point!” She didn’t want her words twisted in such a way, to know that she was the final catalyst of his undoing. “No one is perfect, I myself and far from it. But just because you did terrible things doesn’t mean you can’t move forward and fix them! Be better! Choose to be! This won’t end well no matter what happens if you don’t!”

There were so many things that could go wrong, so many possibilities of disaster. But she wouldn’t let hope extinguish in her heart. The warmth grew at an alarming rate, and Tikki felt her nerves soothe minutely. If the kwami couldn’t get through to him then maybe…

“Hawkmoth!” 

The trapdoor of the room slammed open, scattering the butterflies once more and revealing Marinette in an uncanny replica of Ladybug’s suit and a red and black bag by her waist. She looked a little ragged, probably from the lack of Tikki’s power to help her, but the fire in her eyes was entirely Ladybug. And it made the small creature beam with pride, “My Lady!”

“Give back Tikki and my miraculous!” Marinette, stepped up onto the same level as the villain. Her heart pounded violently in her chest but she refused to back down, a trait she and her kwami seemed to share. It was unnerving, seeing so many butterflies, and even more so at confronting her archenemy without the comfort of her earrings. But having seen the Ladyblog stream Chat fighting the akuma that took her out as well as seeing Tikki on the floor in a cage solidified her resolve.

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She just wouldn’t back down, would she? What an annoying little pest… Just didn’t know when to quit. ‘Be better’? Easier done than said. He didn’t go through with all this work for nothing. Everything would be alright. He swore it. He’d make everything alright, even if he had to take the world itself.

That’s when the clang of an opened trap door echoed through the butterfly-infested room. His head snapped forward in surprise, taking his gloved hand from his eyes. Hawk Moth scowled as he realized exactly who was behind him. However, not a moment passed before the grimace slowly turned to a smile. Oh, this was simply too good to be true.

“Well. Well. Well… If it isn’t just the person I wanted to see.” The villain kept his back turned to the newcomer, then outstretched an arm to the side, displaying the earrings held tight between his fingers. The first tucked between his index and middle, while the second snuggled between the middle and ring.

“Looking for these?” He taunted, drawing his arm back in and returning the gems to his palm. For some reason, having his nemesis so close actually made him feel…..better. His plans were going all too well. For once. It only helped that her nervousness and fear could be sensed, further strengthening his determination.

“I must say, Ladybug, that’s quite rude of you.“ He continued, “Barging in unannounced, interrupting my conversation, demanding something that rightfully belongs to me.” Hawk Moth shook his masked head and ‘tsk'ed several times. “What a child.” His head turned to the side slightly, the wicked grin on his face growing steadily.

“It’s a wonder that you’re fit for the Miraculous at all.”

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OOC

[I swear the entire Simonsayz (Jackady) episode was basically just 20 minutes of indirect proof that Gabriel Agreste is HawkMoth. I will stick to this headcanon until the day I die.]

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The Best-Worst Internship Ever || Closed RP with evilize-them

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Gabriel took the coffee and remaining change without a word. He placed the money in it’s rightful place, then took a sip from the cup. Good, still warm. He set the cup down on an empty spot on his desk, then looked up at his intern through his round glasses. He could feel a weird vibe from Gracii, but he couldn’t exactly pinpoint the emotion. He’d talk to her about it later. For now, however, he gestured to one of the smaller stacks of paper that rested on his desk.

“Those papers must be delivered to Nathalie, my secretary. She should be at the desk down the hall towards the entrance. You’ve probably seen her on your errand. She’ll instruct you from there. That is all from me.” He stated in his signature flat voice, then picked up the pen and resumed working on his document.

At least, he did until Marinette left the room. Once the door closed, Agreste set down the pen and opened his suit jacket, allowing his little pink kwami to fly out.

“What is it now.” He asked without interest. Gracii bounced innocently in the air.

“Hm? What do you mean?” She continued floating about with a cute smile, her little arms behind her back. Gabriel narrowed his eyes.

“Don’t mistake me for a fool, Gracii. I don’t take kindly to liars.” He stated with a half-menacing tone. Gracii shook her head, keeping her smile.

“Not at all, boss! It’s nothing, really! I was just thinking about how earnest Marinette seems about being your intern. You should keep her nice and busy so that she can learn as much as possible!” She chirped.

Gracii was lying, of course. She had felt the presence since the moment Marinette came close enough. Tikki was in that bag. The famous Ladybug kwami, there inside the very room. This meant, of course, that the girl was Ladybug. Oh, the irony! Paris’s savior working for her own arch nemisis! Of course, this was both convenient, and inconvenient. Convenient that Gracii could keep an eye on them for long periods of time, but inconvenient that Gabriel couldn’t know. His reputation would be tarnished in an instant with theft…..and perhaps attempted manslaughter. No, she couldn’t have him know her identity just yet. She’d just have him work her hard enough that Ladybug would be easier to deal with. Gabriel, wrapped right around her little finger, agreed and returned to his work. Gracii kept smiling.

Marinette left as soon as she was dismissed. The majority of the day, Marinette was kept too busy to have a proper conversation with Tikki. She didn’t really mind, but her kwami seemed distressed, and she would rather know why Tikki was upset. When she finally got a speak to her, it was only after she’d finished a long paperwork task. She’d been given a twenty minute break for lunch. After a bit of searching, she’d found a single-stall bathroom. She’d locked the door and let Tikki out. “What’s wrong?” Marinette kept her voice soft, not wanting anyone to hear.

“I don’t think you should work here. I know you really want to, but something’s really wrong.” Tikki wished that she could tell Marinette about Gracii, but that would be dangerous. She couldn’t reveal who Marinette was to Hawkmoth.

“What do you mean? Tikki can’t you tell me what’s wrong?” Marinette, of course, believed Tikki. She was just a bit agitated that Tikki wouldn’t be upfront. It wasn’t like Tikki to act like this.

Tikki shook her head. “I can’t. But just trust me. I wouldn’t be here more than you need to.” With that she zipped back into Mariette’s bag.

The rest of the day seemed to go slowly as Marinette’s thoughts buzzed around in her mind as she worked. Tikki was worried about being here, and throughout the day, the sense of dread Tikki had filtered into Marinette, making her tense and jumpy. Her day was almost over when she’d been flagged down by Gabriel’s assistant to see him. Apparently there was a chance for her to prove herself to the designers on his team. Someone was out sick, and they needed a stand in who could help put outfits together. The board would be going over some of the latest lines to be released for next season. As instructed, she quickly made her way upstairs to Gabriel’s office. She knocked firmly. “Sir? Miss Nathalie instructed me to see you.

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Agreste stood next to his cushioned office chair. His tall, slim figure faced the side wall, a hand in his chin and his brow furrowed, as if he were trying to decipher some complicated puzzle that hung from the wallpaper. He made no reaction to the knock on his door, only replying with a flat “Come in.” He continued glaring at the wall as the door was opened, casually running in his mind what he was about to say; a habit that he had picked up in the world of business. The room was silent for a moment before the man spoke.

“I trust that my secretary gave you the details, but I’ll go over them anyway. One of my designers called in sick.“ His expression changed ever so slightly, as if he were reprimanding the puzzle for not solving itself. “USUALLY being sick wouldn’t relieve an employee from an entire day of work, but this particular designer came down with pneumonia. They’ll be bedridden for a good while, inconveniently in the middle of one of our busiest seasons. I need a replacement quickly.”

Agreste’s hand fell from his chin as he crossed his arms over his chest. His head turned to look down at his intern from across the room, assuming an aura of authority. “In any normal event, I’d be ludicrous to assign you this role on your first day. However, with the board demanding new designs, I don’t have many options. You begin work tomorrow. Once you’ve delivered my coffee, report immediately to Nathalie. She will guide you to the design lab. I expect nothing less than your best work.”

A chime sounded from the clock that hung from the wall. The man’s blue eyes turned towards the device as he processed the time. “And with that, your shift is over. You are dismissed for today, Marinette.”

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[I have rewritten the same draft THREE DIFFERENT TIMES because A CERTAIN MOBILE APP won't let it save! AND IT WON'T SHOW MESSAGES. Tumblr mobile, your butterflyshit is really starting to bug me. Apologies to @themysteriouscatnoir, @spotted-and-speckled, @marvelousladybug, and @pta-toriel]

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