Fly, my little Akuma

Wonderland Hearts. Private. Gabriel Agreste || 43 || Hawkmoth

[woootao]

you’ve got my devotion // gabriel + nathalie

[mxsterofdelusixn]

ferrevs‌:

The Sentimonster rose high above the trees that hid its creator, unminding of the branches that snapped with the force of its flight. It rose higher than the clouds that hung low and foreboding, wisps of cold air slapping against its body.

It had one goal. It was filled with a singular purpose. To find, find, find.  

It flew without direction. It had no way of knowing where to go, apart from a faint pull that it felt upon being given life and order. A pull that belied an intensity; familiar and comfortable and right there.

The city loomed closer. Trees were replaced by buildings. Rooftops of differing colors filled its sight. Silence became noise, deafening with each spoken syllable.

The Sentimonster flew over the din of noise, above all the shouting and the chaos its appearance brought. It flew, disregarding all that watched it pass, content to traverse the skies. Its arrival in the city caused a ruckus, but that was to be expected.

And in the city, as it moved, it could fell the pull strengthening, a beacon of light. It headed towards the largest tower, standing tall with sunlight gleaming against the polished sheen of its mirrored walls.

The reflective surface shimmered with the Sentimonster’s reflection.

Mayura closed her eyes at the sight, the harsh glare and the slow, almost painful, ebb of blood through her temple notwithstanding.

Yet, she could still see, though barely, through the eyes of her creation, through a veil as thin as gossamer. She could feel, through the pulses in her veins, the emotions of the people that ran beneath the shadow of her creation. She could hear, a soft echo, a gurgle, of all the noise her creation caused and the commotion that ensued.

And then it rang; a loud declaration, a timbre of comfort.

Her creation echoed her thoughts.

He’s here.

Mayura held her fan hard, as though that would counter the bout of wooziness flitting past her vision. If she lost control of the Sentimonster now—

It swooped down, hearing the shout, sensing the call of its master. It didn’t answer with words, couldn’t, having been denied the ability to do so. But even then, it understood, and it made its way towards the window where Gabriel stood waiting.

The Sentimonster hovered close, facing him. The faint outline of purple formed over its eyes for the shortest of seconds, disappearing within the next. It waited for a moment, waited for the voice of its creator to whisper a haunting order, before turning to offer Gabriel to ride upon its back.

Ready as he was for the creature, the shockingly powerful winds caused by its meticulous wing beats rocked him. He threw out a hand to steady himself, gritting his teeth against the force. 

The gale howled within him, an echo chamber that churned, grating; piano to fortissimo, quiet to blaring. Never had his heart beat so loudly in his own ears. Gabriel was used to danger, in a sense; for every Akuma he created, every battle he fought, every attempt he made on the miraculous, was a gamble. A flipped coin of a private war raged within Paris. 

Would he win? Would he lose? 

And then:

If he won, what would he do with the knowledge of the children behind the miraculous? If he lost, what would they do to him? What would he lose? What could he stand to lose? 

He cared little for his own life. Gabriel realized that as he put one foot on the window ledge. 

The door behind him burst open. A gasp from behind followed. “Mr. Agreste-!?” 

Gabriel had little trouble feigning surprise, but it took more effort to act as though he were already in the middle of being spirited away. He landed on the back of the Sentimonster, his fingers curling against insect fuzz and chitin. He could hear shouts from behind, It’s kidnapped him! Oh God! and he ignored it. Panting, he pressed his head against the creature’s body beneath his own. 

He knew she would hear him. Sentimonsters were linked intrinsicly to their creators, much like his Akuma were to him. There were many things he could say, wanted to say; How dare you do this. How dare you disobey me. How dare you, how dare-

But in this moment, reprimands were far from his tongue. His heart was swollen from feeling. 

“Hold on,” Gabriel said instead. “Just. Hold on, Nathalie. I’m coming.”

[cheshirexgrins]

The Mighty Falls

[mxsterofdelusixn]

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Never before had Cheshire experienced such tears. Anger and sadness boiled into one emotion, and it was new. This sensation was unlike anything that he had ever known. And he hated it. He hated every second of his weakness. But it only made sense. He had been discard, thrown away.

Without even realizing that Cheshire was no longer alone. He had missed the butterfly that approached him and wiggled itself into the earring. He only realized that he wasn’t alone when a mask appeared on his face, and he heard a voice, a different voice than what he was used to, speak inside his mind.

“Rictus Grin …friend….?” The word seemed to be easily thrown around by many of the Wonderland inhabitants, and it was one that Cheshire didn’t trust so freely. However, with the suave tone to this stranger’s voice–and the sure way that he just seemed to know the things that made the cat’s skin crawl–there was just something that made ‘friend’ seem so appropriate.

Taunts. Scorns. This man knew everything. But was it even a surprise? Everyone knew about Cheshire’s fall. Everyone surely talked about him, even if they hadn’t even actually met him. And for this man, a stranger to Cheshire–which was a first for the cat–want to aid him. Nothing sounded sweeter.

Staring blankly ahead, he blinked once. “I do… want this,” he said slowly. “Who are-” Such trivialities didn’t matter at this moment. Cheshire was only certain that no one would laugh at him; names didn’t make a difference. “What do you want?” he asked. He’d do whatever it took.

After all, as the cat that had already lost everything, there was nothing else for him to lose. He’d do whatever it took.

“Exactly what I like to hear, Rictus Grin. I am Hawkmoth; a holder of something called a miraculous. I can grant you a temporary boon of power to use as you see fit; wreak chaos, sew havoc, go as mad as your heart demands! 

“All I need is the miraculous of Ladybug and Chat Noir. A pair of earrings and a signet ring, respectively.”

As the Cat had already given his consent, negative energy flourished from the golden hoop, enveloping the Cheshire Cat as the transformation began. 

“As Rictus Grin, you may become invisible-save for your fangs. And I will improve your teleportation, just a little; there is a stronger force at work here, and I dare not touch that. But with your new abilities, and your new appearance, you may strike fear into the hearts of all who dared to mock you before!” 

“You will have six hours from now. When your time is up, if I do not have the miraculous, I will not be able to grant you anymore power. Use it wisely, and use it well! Have your revenge, my greatest Akuma!” 

[cheshirexgrins]

The Mighty Falls

@mxsterofdelusixn​

The catcalls.

The insults.

The laughter.

Cheshire heard every little word and noise that the Wonderland residents made towards him. And he knew the things that said and the stuff they felt. Every emotion that others felt towards him was validated, but it still irked him. Nobody truly understood the cat’s motives. And no one truly understood why his fall from godhood had been so ungraceful.

Since the eventful winter event and the shrill laugh from the mirror, everyone knew about Cheshire’s descent into madness and the failure of the cat that everyone had feared. Now everyone jeered him and mocked him for his disobedience.

And worst. They laughed. They laughed so much because Cheshire had fallen so far. Their curiosities were often too much for him and included things like “What did you do to be sent to the dog house?” and “How does it feel to be thrown aside?”

“How does it feel to not have a purpose?”

The latest questions had broken him. Everything came crashing onto the cat all at once. His anger had slowly been building, boiling until the steam shrieked from his ears. Cheshire finally had enough and teleported away from civilization, away from people, away from everything and found himself as a recluse in the Arburlan Forest. He stood alone and screamed and screamed and screamed until his voice was becoming hoarse. No one understood the cat’s motives. And not a soul could because he would never tell them.

Coughing through the pain, Cheshire pulled out a tiny golden hoop. Teeth audibly gritted together as his hand tightening around the tiny piece of jewelry, feeling the tiny needle prick his palm. “I just wanted-”

Falling forward, Cheshire landed on his knees as desperate hands claws at the forest floor, scraping at the grass and dirt and scratching the tips of his fingers. Heat stung the corner of his eyes, and warmth dripped down his cheeks as he found himself in absolute. For once, Cheshire believed he deserved this.

Because he was a fucking monster.

[mxsterofdelusixn]

The black butterfly watched the slow destruction with patient, slowly twitching wings. It was patient, as was its master. 

Hawkmoth had sensed an eruption of vicious emotion long before the Cheshire had made it to the Forest. Though he was initially wary of sending his Akuma to the Cat while the other was so close to Hawkmoth’s lair, it was a fairly large forest. He did not have to be found, until he wished it. 

As the creature began to weep, bitter and desperate, the butterfly made its move. In silence it drifted toward the shining, golden hoop clenched in Cheshire’s fist; the boy would perceive the ghostly sensation of insectoid legs on his flesh, before the Akuma settled. 

The Mask flashed into view. Hawkmoth rolled his shoulders and laughed deep in his throat. 

“Cheshire. Rictus Grin. My friend. How these worthless fools have taunted and tormented you. How they scorned you. It’s just not right, is it? Even if you feel you deserve it...but why shoot the messenger? Don’t you want to put them back in their place? Don’t you want a purpose once more? Let me help you, Cheshire Cat.

“I only ask for something very simple in return...”

[woootao]

you’ve got my devotion // gabriel + nathalie

@mxsterofdelusixn​

Nathalie hummed as she held the small Duusu toy in her hands. 

She had been contemplating it for a whole day and a half. After finding out that akumas had been spotted in the city, the idea that someone familiar was near her wouldn’t leave her mind. 

Only one person could send out akumas that she knew of. She was banking on the fact that it was Gabriel and not some stranger who held the miraculous. He was the last who’d held it, as far as she knew. 

Was this where he had been this whole time?

Searching for him should be easy. That was what Nathalie told herself when she started. It shouldn’t be too terribly hard to locate one man.

It shouldn’t, but it was.

Mayura would be useful in locating her boss, lost in the vastness of Wonderland. He would know Mayura, that it would be her, and then he would know that she was in Wonderland too. They could even try to figure out what to do after.

Are you sure you can do this? You were so sick last time. 

She could hear Duusu’s voice in the back of her mind, small and subdued. It was unlike the kwami to sound defeated, like he had no fight in him. 

“I’m fine. It’s been a while,” she murmured, wary of the open space that surrounded her. The forest wasn’t the best place to transform at. Anyone could walk in on her. And yet, there was nowhere else. Her apartment would’ve sufficed had she not needed to create a sentimonster. 

She uttered the transformation phrase and in a flash, Duusu’s voice vanished. 

Mayura stood tall where Nathalie would have succumbed. Power surged through her veins, blood pumping with the familiarity of magic. It was still the same; the high each transformation brought her, the way it pushed her back from the edge of the cliff. 

She took a deep breath. The burning in her lungs wouldn’t start until later. She still had time. 

In her hand, now devoid of the toy, was a tablet. The lone feather she’d been able to pluck from her fan hovered closely. She held it and concentrated hard enough that the veins on her temple pulsed. In front of her, black mist formed into crude shapes, turning into a giant moth-like creature. Purple and familiar.  

“Sentimonster, I am Mayura. I’m giving you the task of looking for your real master.” She closed her eyes, already feeling her breathing hitch. “Let him know we are here.”

It flapped its wings once, slowly, before ascending the sky. Mayura watched it head to the city.

If it couldn’t find its mark, at least it would be a sign.

[mxsterofdelusixn]

“-And as you can see, idols are actually quite in, this season! M.H. Towers caters specifically to such budding talent, and there are several labels more than willing to lend their clients as models to you-” 

Gabriel was loathe to describe it as such, but there was nothing more fitting. He zoned out, mind peeling away from the asinine aspirations of incompetent fools pedaling out teenagers and young adults. As if he cared. As if designing held any merit to him beyond a means for his true goal. 

There was a time, yes, when Gabriel adored to create. He felt inspiration as keenly as any other artist. Once upon a time, when he was naive and stupid, he had kept at least a moleskin notebook beneath his arm and pencils in his pockets. Design had been his passion, and making money from it a lovely bonus. 

But then he had met Emilie. And then he had lost her. 

But Gabriel adapted. He was good at that. Like a caterpillar could reform itself into something new in its cocoon, he had done the same. Taken the paste of the man left behind, and allowed Hawkmoth to be born in his place. It was all only until he had what he needed; and until then, he would need to play nice with whatever forces had allowed him to chase Ladybug and Chat Noir to Wonderland. Even if it meant idol fashion. 

The proposal meeting tapered off. Gabriel’s brow lifted, wondering only for a moment at their pale and striken countenances before he heard the distant sound of screaming. From below? A shadow fell over him from behind as the producers sitting across from him gave startled bellows of fright, leaping from their seats to scramble backwards for safety. 

Gabriel followed suit, standing and turning, a hand coming toward the ascot that hid his miraculous pin. Outside of his window flew a creature he was most familiar with. It was vicious and dark, its wings brilliant. A calling card, from his one and only ally. 

It should have filled him with triumph to see the Sentimonster. But for what it meant, it filled him with the deepest sense of dread. No. Of course she would follow him-she was nothing if not dedicated-but no, no, no. 

(If he lost them both-then the miraculous holders would not survive him.)

Gabriel looked back over his shoulder, and confirmed that he was alone. He had asked for the cameras to be removed from his given office, so it was no trouble to shut the door, pick up the chair from behind his desk, and smash the tall window with a snarl. 

He was not out of his prime yet. 

“Sentimonster,” Gabriel shouted to be heard over the wind, leaning as far as he dared from the glass crusted sill. “Are you here for me? Then take me! Take me to your creator!”

“Take me to her.” 

[crystalmxxnprincess]

𝓜𝓸𝓭𝓮𝓵 𝓛𝓲𝓯𝓮

Being a model had always been one of Usagi’s mini dreams when she was younger and it was almost like a dream to get the chance to actually life it out right now in this world. Luna had voiced her concerns on letting the moon princess get too accustomed to this world least it be a trap by some enemy forces.

Of course Usagi didn’t listen to her precious friend, deep down she felt like it was all going to be okay even if she missed her friends greatly. She wasn’t acting like a spoiled brat and just doing what she wanted despite the probable dangers. Luna could throw a fit at her later about it, but right now she had an important meeting to get to and the cat should be happy that she was being responsible!

“Good morning Mr.Agreste!!” She cheerfully greeted as she walked into the mans office with a cup of coffee she had stopped to pick up for him. If she was trying to win his favor she’d never tell.

@mxsterofdelusixn​

[mxsterofdelusixn]

To say that Gabriel was impressed with his office was...an elegant falsehood. It was too cluttered, with bookshelves and potted plants. His desk was fine enough, but it was all oak wood. The drawers rattled, one’s track had developed a terrible squeak, and there was an unidentifiable stain on the corner. 

Gabriel preferred minimalist interiors. Nothing made him feel more claustrophobic than an abundance of unnecessary things. And considering that he was only one of many designers, and therefore was not in position to have earned a secretary, Gabriel found himself doing most of his filing. 

Which was fine. He doubted any of these Wonderland fools could compare to his Nathalie. 

His musings were cut short as a young woman sauntered into his office, her voice sugar sweet. She carried a cup of coffee with her. Had he not been forwarded the young woman’s headshots in advance, he would have happily sent her on her way.

“Mademoiselle Tsukino, yes?” He smoothed the front of his jacket as he stood and stepped around his desk, eyes calculatingly sharp behind his glasses. “I’d advise you to drink that quickly. I will not have any sort of liquid near my fabric samples, if you don’t mind.”

[mxsterofdelusixn]

miraculousprotector‌:

She held her hand breath as the velvety soft voice filled her pretty little head. Marinette had never really thought of herself as one to be an akuma. But… She was so tired. Tired to death of people having faith in lies. Tired of even having to take the high road. If she had to even think of one more person looking at Chesire the wrong way… If Marinette even…..even had to think of the stupid advice Adrian had given her one more time… She gripped the sewing shears in her left hand and a slow smile crossed her face. She was so tired of being kind. “Yes hawkmoth….”

“Hm, and here I thought you had a touch more fight in you.” 

Not that he was one to turn away such a priceless gift. The only thing better than a hard won Akuma was one that surrendered immediately. 

A wave of malice spread up from the pincushion, wrapping Marinette up in like a blanket-or perhaps a cocoon, from which a dangerous being would emerge. 

“Truth Seeker! So long have you dealt with the lies and doubts perpetrated by those around you. You have been powerless to help, forced to stand by while lives are ruined, and your loved ones are hurt time and time again...”

“Well, no more. I grant you the power to bind your enemies with powerful thread, keeping them still; further, I will lend you the ability to cut through their doubt. You will shear away the veil of deceit they shroud themselves in! They will be helpless to the truth!”

A laugh left his throat. Truly, this girl would make quite the Akuma. 

“All I want in return is the miraculous of Ladybug and Chat Noir. You know them well. You will have six hours from now; so go forth, my Akuma! Bring me their miraculous!”

[miraculousprotector]

@hawkmoth

Marinette sighed. Today… Today had Royally sucked. And yes, Marinette felt it had earned the capital letters.

She had spent a good, long while shopping for the basic supplies needed for a new project and all around her Marinette had heard the whispers of Chesire. So many people still held doubt in their hearts towards him. It made her utterly heart sick.

Enough so that she had given him the earrings with the excuse that she needed tikki to be away for a time while she did something for the mini bug.

The creation of a proper home for the kiwami and little clothing pieces!!

But recalling those words, the gazed she had seen snuck towards Chesire had struck a cord inside of Marinette.

They were the eyes of her classmates after Lila had dripped sugar sweet poison into their ears…

[mxsterofdelusixn]

”Well, if it isn’t you. I knew you had such violent potential to be a wicked Akuma, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, but I didn’t think I’d get the chance this quickly.”

Gloved hands reached out. A pale white butterfly fluttered to answer its master’s command.

“Go forth, my precious Akuma. We’ve waited long enough for our chance with this one!”

The Akuma took off with a flutter of its diseased wings, black sparkles of magic trailing in its wake. Those who glimpsed it on its flight, and those who knew what the Akuma foretold, shivered and cried with fear; many were already seeking shelter.

But that did not matter to the Akuma, nor to Hawkmoth.

Silently, and stealthily, it found a crack in the girl’s window and crawled through. Its wings slowly flapped, consideringly, before it found a suitable vessel; that pincushion around the girl’s wrist would do nicely! The Akuma quickly flew forward and the item was consumed in foul energy.

As a flush and butterfly mask appeared around Marinette’s eyes, Hawkmoth did not bother to hide his pleased chuckle.

“Hello, Truth Seeker. We meet again, and we meet at last. You already know who I am. You know what I seek. Now, tell me; shall you aide me? I can give you power in return...”

[aka-chatnoir]

Father and Son reunion

starter for @mxsterofdelusixn

The afternoon was like any other. Adrien was pulling bread out of the oven and placed them in the self, finished icing cookies, and filling orders. He had some flour on his cheek he just has not bothered to whip off since some more will just take its place. The bakery was filled with a dull roar of friendly conversation and phone calls office people were on after work. It was a cheerful environment that warmed his very bones. The bakery was nice as he could make these things that made people happy and not have to worry about sticking out. Instead he was a cog in a harmonious machine that served to give people happiness. It was nice. 

“One Americano coffee with a sesame bagel for Rasghoul?” A large red demon like man took the cup and paper bag with a smile and left a a dollar and some change in the tip jar.

“Thank you and have a nice day.” He told him as he lefts the shop the small bell on the door signally his departure. 

[mxsterofdelusixn]

Hell must have frozen over. 

An idea that would surely cross the minds of Paris’ elite if they’d known that Gabriel Agreste was out fetching his own coffee. And at some shoddy bakery, no less. But, this was not Paris, and Gabriel was not a helpless fool trapped in his office. His name did not carry the weight it did-not yet-but there was something freeing about that. 

He had...far less responsibilities, in Wonderland. He could focus on his real goals without worry for-

“Excuse me,” Gabriel huffed as a hulking monstrosity carefully slipped from the door. He did not recieve a response. “Such manners. Who raised such a...”

He turned his head. And hell froze over a second time, as Gabriel Agreste’s sense of decorum faded utterly as his jaw openly fell.

“Adrien?!” 

[starlitmemory]

nyctophobia || Hawkmoth + Strelitzia

[mxsterofdelusixn]

starlitmemory‌:

“Servant..? Light…?”

Was Hawkmoth right? Was…was the Light, was the Keyblade, the reason Strelitzia could no longer remember her past? Chirithy had told her, always, that the Light was good, and Strelitzia was meant to protect it. Even if she remembered nothing else, Chirithy had said, she had to do this. 

…But. 

Can I really have it? All that Light…all for my own? The tears in her eyes began to slow to a halt. Her breathing grew fast, and she felt her lips begin to tug upwards. 

No more fear! No more not knowing! Strelitzia could have all the Light and memories she wanted! And in return, all she had to do was give Hawkmoth a ring and some earrings? Yes. Yes! 

“Anything…anything, Hawkmoth! Let me have Light again!”

Two in one day? What an excellent series of events this was turning out to be! Hawkmoth could barely control his excitement. 

Upon Strelitzia’s submission, she was covered head to toe in horrible dark energy. It began its tranformative process, while Hawkmoth decided on the power most befitting his new Akuma warrior. 

“You will retain control of your weapon, though your own hands should work just as well; it is handy to have something to help combat that pesky bug. Nyctoblivia, your new ability will allow you to steal the light from whomever you see fit; they will be lost in their own sorrows and helpless to fight back. Never again will you be the one suffering alone.

“You will have six hours from now to get the miraculous. Do not fail me, girl.” 

And with that, the Akuma’s transformation was complete.

[starlitmemory]

nyctophobia || Hawkmoth + Strelitzia

[mxsterofdelusixn]

starlitmemory‌:

Strelitzia! Strelitiza, look ou–

Chirithy’s voice faded, just as something…someone…took their place. Strelitzia’s sob caught, strangled, in her throat as she snapped her head up. Her face felt hot…there was color glowing around her…eyes…?

“W-what’s happening–to me–?” She trembled in place, terrified yes, but…it was also somehow peaceful. The voice in her head wasn’t Chirithy’s, yet it was still comforting. Hawkmoth? She’d heard some rumors about him before, but where…

“F-face…my fears? I’m…I’m listening, Hawkmoth…”

Weird. Did someone just shout Find Ladybug…? Strelitzia was no longer paying attention to the world around her.

“My dear, it’s so simple. I can see through my miraculous...that you are a servant of the light? Yes? And yet look at how it failed you! Why did your light not protect your memories? Why can’t it protect you?

“The answer is so simple. You don’t have enough of it. But don’t worry; I, Hawkmoth, will use my power to let you take all the light you could ever need. You would never have to be in the dark ever again. All I ask in return...is that you bring me the miraculous of Ladybug and Chat Noir.” 

He thought of the earrings and the signet ring of his enemies, and implanted the image into Strelitizia’s mind.

“Do you accept your mission, my Nyctoblivia?” 

[scarlet-chains]

Loose Emotions

[mxsterofdelusixn]

scarlet-chains‌:

    Miraculous, he didn’t know what that was but it was obvious something powerful if it had the ability to give others power. Other worlds really did have things that made them special in their own way. He was able to read who he was so easily, another power from the miraculous he spoke of? 

    Whatever it was, and despite the small voice in the back of his head telling him this was all so very wrong, he couldn’t help but accept the mans offer. He was giving him the power to fix the issues after all, he’d show the S.S.A that they were in the wrong, and he’d make sure those he cared about stayed safe for as long as he was around. 

    “Power to right the wrongs? If only there was someone like you in my world, you might have been able to help so much.” He smirked as he replied. “I don’t know who Ladybug and Chat Noir are, but I trust they will show up if they’re enemies of yours they’ll show up just as you say. I’ll get you their miraculous, don’t worry.”

“Excellent. I was hoping you would say that.”

Starting from the infected chains, Kurapika would soon be wrapped in the same, malevolent energy. In a flash of violet light, the Akuma Marimaestro was in his place. The Akuma retained Kurapika’s hair and eyes, save for a simple black domino mask around his eyes. His clothing, however, had turned into a beautifully tailored black suit; from the coat of which hung a variety of chains, as if they were medals of a warrior. Around both wrists were puppeteer’s strings, swaying lightly in the wind.

“Allow me to explain your newfound abilities,” Hawkmoth began, idly strolling in his new lair, butterflies fluttering around him. Some alighted on the shoulders of his suit, milky white wings trailing otherworldly light. 

“I sensed great potential in you, so those abilities remain untouched. Do with them as you will. Your new strings will attach to up to ten people; through them, you may manipulate the body as you see fit. After all, one with such a cunning mind will have no trouble utilizing those in his way. 

“You have six hours from now to capture the miraculous of both Ladybug and Chat Noir. Now, go forth, my friend, and take your revenge!” 

[starlitmemory]

nyctophobia || Hawkmoth + Strelitzia

@mxsterofdelusixn

It was a drill.

It was only a drill.

She was safe, Chirithy was with her and she had her Keyblade, of course, she could fight–she was safe! Strelitzia knew, rationally, that this was only a minor drill, a test of the emergency power systems of the S.S.A. building. The longer the mystery of the mirror went, the more chaotic the atmosphere became; better to be prepared for anything, right? 

Strelitzia knew that. And her training partner, too. 

But. But then the lights went out.

When they finally returned, Strelitzia was huddled into a ball on the corner of the mat, fists over her ears as she tried to make sense of the paralyzing fear choking her throat. What had first started as concern from her partner turned into exasperation, and she’d be deaf to ignore the soft snickering from the others in the training room. 

Failure. A helpless failure. You’ll never help yourself like this, Strelitzia thought to herself, biting the inside of her cheek hard enough to hurt. No memories, no spine–useless! You’re useless!

[mxsterofdelusixn]

“My, my, my...now, this is a surprise. Someone so young, yet so empty. What a perfect vessel for my designs...”

Gloved hands reached out. A pale white butterfly fluttered to answer its master’s command.

Hawkmoth covered the butterfly with his opposite hand, and concentrated on the magic within his miraculous. When he allowed the butterly free once more, it was colored black and purple, like a deadly, ominous bruise.

“Fly fast and far, Akuma. Go forth and give this poor, wounded heart some much needed care.”

Much as before, the Akuma flew with singleminded focus. 

Soon, the butterfly found its target within the Seven Sins Alliance building once more; how unwise, to house so many emotionally unstable youngsters within its halls! However, Hawkmoth would reap the rewards eagerly. 

The butterfly circled Strelitzia’s head, seeking its home; its appearance drew shocked murmurs from the others within. The Akuma found a perch on the necklace the young woman wore, and filled the choker and jewel with its corrupting influence.

As a flush and butterfly mask appeared around the young woman’s eyes, Hawkmoth tipped his head back with a foul grin.

“Nyctoblivia! My name is Hawkmoth. Listen well to my words, and I will help you conquer your fears...!”

[scarlet-chains]

Loose Emotions

[mxsterofdelusixn]

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    Even as he was so lost in his own thoughts, in his own anger, he had still felt something wrong enter his room, but when he turned towards his door to see who or what it was, there was nothing. He didn’t like the feeling of unease, but as he got ready to stand he felt something fuse with his ring. As his eyes had quickly fallen to his hand, he watched as the silver metal soon changed to black, as if shrouded by a shadow. 

    He didn’t know what the hell was happening, but suddenly he felt different, he didn’t know what it was, but he liked this strange new feeling, this strange new power that enveloped him. And this Hawkmoth he could suddenly hear was probably the person to thank for this sudden change. He was curious as to what exactly was happening, so perhaps he could get an answer or two from him.

    “Hawkmoth…..I’m curious as to what exactly this power is you’ve lent me. If you promise to answer a few of my questions, I don’t see how I could refuse to help you with whatever you need.”

Hawkmoth smirked in his empty room, but kept his malicious chuckle well to himself as he continued to speak. 

“Of course, Marimaestro. I am the holder of a miraculous, that which allows me to grant special individuals the power to make right what was wrong.” 

The akuma within Kurapika’s ring ran over the bare surface memories, highlighting the angry, despairing emotions the young man had been feeling. Hawkmoth hummed in thought as he felt the negativity wash over him. 

“You are a warrior of justice,” Hawkmoth crooned, beginning his usual persuasion. “I can sense it. A clever young man with a wealth of experience, yes? Ah, but what has happened! Your wings have been clipped, and a punishment you did not deserve has been heaped upon you! It was not your fault, Marimaestro. I will grant you a powerful transformation, and the strength to take direction, and revenge! All I ask in return is that you bring me the miraculous of Ladybug and Chat Noir. Cause enough of a stir, and those heroes will no doubt show themselves to you.”

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Loose Emotions

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   Anger. It had been so long since Kurapika had last felt so much anger boiling in his veins. He had been stupid, he messed up, but if his partner had just *listened* to his plan, none of this wouldn’t have happened! They wouldn’t have gotten hurt, they wouldn’t have failed the mission, and he wouldn’t have been put on suspension for his erratic behavior after everything had gone to shit.

    What was he supposed to do now with his time? He lived and breathed in the S.S.A, it helped give him a sense of familiarity, a purpose to protect those who needed protecting, to save those who couldn’t save themselves! His hunters licenses meant nothing, he had nothing else to keep him out of his thoughts, to remember how he couldn’t do anything about the phantom troupe or that the eyes of his family that he had worked so hard to find were now unprotected and could be taken yet again. He had nothing to keep him distracted from the thoughts of how a complete failure and how useless he was, that he was now nothing but a killing machine, no better than those monsters he fought against. 

    He knew his eyes were probably bright scarlet right now, the tell tale sign of just how upset he currently was, but he didn’t care. That was one of the only benefits of wonderland, he had no reason to fear and hide who he was, so he didn’t care that the world could see him right now, and see that he was angry. Let them know, and let them keep far away from him.

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Deep in the Arburland Forest, close to a certain deserted manor and locked away in a room with an open window, the fluttering of butterfly wings could be heard. A soft, droning hum, seductive to hear. 

Suddenly, the insects burst into light as their master sauntered into the fractured sunlight. 

“Ah, I feel it! A surge of negative emotions, and such delicious helplessness to boot!” 

Gloved hands reached out. A pale white butterfly fluttered to answer its master’s command. 

Hawkmoth covered the butterfly with his opposite hand, and concentrated on the magic within his miraculous. When he allowed the butterly free once more, it was colored black and purple, like a deadly, ominous bruise. 

“Fly, my little Akuma! Fly, and seek out the first of our new clientel. String that dark, prideful heart until it bends to my will...!” 

The butterfly quickly burst out of the broken window, and traveled with supernatural speed through the equally supernatural air of Wonderland. It passed through walls and windows and doors, for glass and metal meant little to it. 

Soon, the butterfly found its target within the Seven Sins Alliance building; quick as a flash, the insect landed upon the ring finger of its future host, before sinking into one of the metal rings there, and swallowing it in shadow. Soon, around Kurapika’s eyes, a flush of red would appear, and the neon glow of a butterfly mask followed. 

“Marimaestro! I am Hawkmoth. Will you follow my orders?”

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Hey there, it’s Zack/Zach! I don’t mind either spelling honestly. 

This is my first time on tumblr as a whole, and definitely my first Roleplaying experience on it, but I’m very excited to meet you guys! 

My discord’s open, as are the dm’s on tumblr, so if you want to plan or plot something then feel free! Feel free to like this post, and I’ll think of a starter! (I think that’s how this works? Lol)