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//Looks like I get to do that whole ‘reblog if you’ thing again.
Please reblog this if you’re comfortable roleplaying with a fandomless, fantasy based original character! Penelope is a Half Russian, Half Irish Faerie that doesn’t know who or what she is, and can be placed in any and all settings.
Penny is: all gender spectrum friendly, straight but all sexuality identification friendly, on a trigger tagger friendly blog, and very excited to meet you!
//confused buggaboo noises?
//I honestly don’t know if I want to bother with this blog anymore. It holds a lot of painful memories now, and a whole lot of ... Everything. I don’t know if I want to watch the second season, or anything.
I don’t think anyone really would want to still rp with me due to my medical absence, school absence, work absence, etc. I still don’t know how the heck I still have over 800 followers when I am literal crap.
I guess - uh. I don’t know, if anyone wants me to bother or gives a crap about this blog just message me over at @flcrets since I’m basically disconnecting from anything and everything as it is.
Or you could add me on discord or something and tell me there. It’s... Somewhere on here. I can’t be bothered to try and find it, I’m sorry. I’ve been crying for the last hour due to dealing with ‘you’re too old and you’re never good enough’ feelings for a lot of things involving writing and... Me in general.
Nothing like severe clinical bipolarism and depression kicking in to make your family hide your meds again.
//I don’t know if and when I’ll come back to Marinette. I’m mostly over at @thcnctwork because canon characters hurt my heart pretty bad and I don’t even know if anyone wants to rp with me anymore since I haven’t been sneaking about watching the new series.
I’m so tired, and always so busy nowadays, I’m hardly worth it. I’ll - I’ll try to come back soon. I’ve been replaced too many times by folks to really want to come back as another duplicate for someone’s collection.
//Taking a small hiatus guys i am ...
i’m not in a good place irl and i’m barely able to keep up with @thcnctwork and @mixcdsignals right now. If I’m not being worked to the fucking bone, i’m being yelled and screamed at irl so i just kinda need some silence for a bit.
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He frowned slightly. Okay… she clearly wasn’t getting it. “C’mon, I’m being pretty obvious here,” he muttered, rolling his eyes. “Can you actually not figure it out? C’mon, my Queen, I know you aren’t stupid, and you saw me fight, are you legitimately not seeing what I’m trying to tell you?” He leaned against the door way, flashing the back of his hand and raising an eyebrow. “I missed you, for the record.”
He crossed his arms, staring up at her. She didn’t have to look at him like that, honestly, was her opinion of Noir so low that it cancelled out her more than obvious infatuation with Félix? That… stung, honestly. He rubbed his arm slightly, biting at his lip. “Inappropriate, is it? Fantastic, I won’t do it again. But you’re not actually thinking I’m going to leave and let you fight them alone, are you?”
Maybe she did. Maybe she thought he wasn’t worth keeping during the fight, that he couldn’t fight, that he wouldn’t be able to keep up with her. She’d always been the better fighter. She’d always been stronger than him, and always been quick to remind him of that fact. Maybe he really was worthless to her right now, but… he’d missed her. She was his Queen. And he kinda wanted to go fight a battalion of decrepit, rotting, zombie-like creatures with her right now…
Even if she wasn’t interested in that at all. Honestly, that was looking more and more likely.
He ran a hand through his hair, looking up at her awkwardly. So she hadn’t missed him. She didn’t have to, she wasn’t expected to, hell, she’d barely tolerated his presence 90% of the time, why was he expecting her to miss him? The very concept was laughable. He’d been hopeful, when he saw who she was, but apparently a shallow crush wasn’t enough to get rid of genuine revulsion.
“Whatever,” he glanced away. “You know what, forget it. It’s not like I’m going to tell anyone, and you know that if you do…” he trailed off. He couldn’t threaten her. “Just… please don’t,” he murmured.
“The problem isn’t who you are when you have a mask. It’s the fact you prefer me with mine,” Ladybug. His Queen. Bridgette had a bitter taste in her mouth. He’d made such a joke of the entire situation, and then, in the end, it was fairly obvious who he preferred. He didn’t like her when she was herself, he only liked her with the stupid suit, and on top of it all, he was Chat Noir, the biggest tom cat that chased her with a vengeance for as long as she’d been a heroine.
“I’m sorry I’m such a disappointment in the end, not that I ever expected differently,” Bridgette frowned, and she was genuinely hurt. She had suspected, though she didn’t want to admit to it, that he was flirting with her to prove who he was, that he - ... She narrowed her eyes and turned away from him, “Do what you want. You’ve never stopped from it before,” she dropped down and started a quiet walk back into the darkness. She paused only for a moment, turning to look over her shoulder at him and - there it was, that sad, lonely ache was visible then.
“You don’t care about who I really am, just the idea of me. I’m sorry if I’m not going to throw myself at your feet, knowing who you are now,” she turned away from him, gripping her arms to her person, “I need to save our classmates. I don’t know what’s going on, and ... I need to at least feel like I’m somewhat worth anything. I won’t tell anyone who you are, in fact, this never happened,” she took to her yoyo and launched herself right into the thick of it with a war cry that ... Honestly shouldn’t have come from someone so small, but she was hell bent on getting hurt, on getting into the thick of the adrenaline. She needed this. She desperately wanted to feel anything than what she did right then and there.
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His cheeks burned and he looked away, cringing at her all-too-familiar description of what she wanted. “You think that’s funny,” he muttered, flipping the page in his book, nearly tearing it. “Don’t worry about my life. I’m fine. I don’t see any reason to get caught up in a romance, and I wish you’d stop whatever it is you’re playing at. I don’t know what it is you’re looking for, but I know this- you’ll get it. And I’ll be happy for you, because you deserve it more than basically anyone. But don’t push this on me, because romance and me is a setup for disaster.” He glanced down at his scarred hand, a leftover from the time they’d…
I didn’t mean anything, he had to remember that. Sure, it was nice, but it meant absolutely nothing. She’d done it because she felt like she had to, not anything else.
He sighed, closing his eyes at her analysis of how much he was actually wanted. “Marinette. I know you may not notice this, because you like everyone and are somehow able to see only good things about people, with one notable exception…” he cringed, thinking of the girl with the blonde ponytail, “but I am not someone people want to be around. I am what is referred to in the common dialect as ‘a stuck-up asshole.’ That generally doesn’t bring the lonely hearts flocking.”
“Don’t assume to know me, either, Félix. Trust me, I’ve seen you be an asshole, I’ve seen you be a good person, and I’ve seen you simply pretend to be bad people just to get people to leave you alone. I’ve seen many sides of you, y’know. I don’t assume to know you, and I don’t think it’s funny. Maybe you’re not ready for it now, and maybe you won’t be ready for it for a long time, but I still think that, someday, when you least expect it, you will find someone who wants to know every side of you, not just what gets played up by the media or even yourself,” Marinette didn’t flinch. Though he thought so highly of her, him of all people, it was slightly confusing, somewhat surprising but it wasn’t completely uncalled for she supposed.
She smiled softly, canting her head while her arms folded against the top of the table, curling her fingers against her biceps and staring at her arms, “I’m not pushing anything on anyone. I’ve told you what I’ve thought, and what I think I want someday for myself. I wasn’t trying to force you into accepting the life of a hopeless romantic. While I might want love and acceptance with every fiber of my being, there is no guarantee that I’ll actually ever get it. Even if everyone thinks I might deserve it, or only some people. I mean, honestly, there’s... It’s like you said, it’s basically a one in a million, billion, whateverillion chance that it’ll happen.”
She sighed, closing er eyes just sightly before letting her head drop, “And I know I’ll make a lot of mistakes. I’ll fall for the wrong people, and I’ll end up being hurt or hurting others. I’ll probably not find my happy ending, because I look so hard for it but...”
Her eyes closed with a soft, sad smile, “It’ll be fun for a little bit.”
PSA -- Gossipy Anons
//Quick psa, don’t message me asking about other people. Don’t ask me ‘what’s up with x’ or something like that because it’s trashy. It’s straight up trash talk and phishing for either attention from x blog under anon, or just someone trying to start shit where there needs to be none.
Seriously, I’ve had it a few times with blogs I literally have never interacted with in my life, and I’m seeing it happen with a few of the folks I follow so I’m going to go ahead and put my foot down now. I got no time for highschool gossip, I’ve been out of highschool for over 12 years.
Your attempt to start drama is pathetic and you should be ashamed. Message that person and ask them, don’t try to start a stupid drama fest for the sake of ‘my dash is dead, who’s day can I ruin.’
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He sighed, resting his head in his hand, watching her. “I wouldn’t worry too much,” he shrugged. “You’re going to find it. You’re the type who does. You’re going to meet some great person who’s just as energetic and bright and blooming as you are, and they’ll sweep you off your feet into some whirlwind romance and you’ll wonder why you ever bothered worrying about this, when there was really never going to be another option because everything just lined up so perfectly for your life.” His voice wasn’t really bitter exactly. She deserved the life he was describing more than anyone he knew. He couldn’t hide a tinge of melancholy though. “Don’t worry Marinette,” he closed one eye, still keeping the other trained on hers. “In the end, you’re going to be happy and you’re going to be loved.”
He flipped his book open again, wondering how they’d gotten to such a depressing topic. Honestly, love of all things, desired by most, faked by many, possessed by few, the ultimate proof of not being good enough. He wasn’t lying when he said she’d find it, he was positive she would, she got things right, she was always sunshine and joy and it was irresistible… well, it would be irresistible if one was attracted to those things anyway, it wasn’t as if it meant very much to him really, other than the knowledge that she was worrying for no reason over something that wasn’t going to happen.
“Everyone wants you, Marinette,” he rolled his eyes. “Half our year wants you. I’m pretty sure Adrien wants you. And…” he sighed, cutting himself off. “Just… you’re going to be fine, Mari.”
“Hey, don’t - don’t talk like that,” she knew what that meant. When someone said such things, and especially in that tone. While one person, at least viewed by another, was worthy of love, they, themselves, weren’t. And that wasn’t true. That wasn’t true in the least, “I don’t want someone who’s just like me. I’m not a narcissist like that. I need someone to help balance that out, y’know. Someone who’s down to earth, who’s smart, and who might not know how to care about others openly, but does care about people deeply. Even if it’s not every one, they still care enough about the ones who matter, and that’s all that’s important. Love isn’t about finding the perfect person as a whole, it’s about finding the person who’s perfect for you. And sometimes, that means it's someone who's the polar opposite of what you thought you wanted."
Her hand extended and paused, refraining from the touch as he stared at his book and pulling back to her person, settling on her knees as she stared quietly at her feet, "Perfection is in the eye of the beholder. It's - it's not black or white. It's not all about who's perfect for who and just what society views as perfection. Sometimes, people who are the most unlikely to even see each other, usually the types that look straight through you, could be destined for each other one way or another. It's - it's not so straight forward. Just becuase you view yourself as undesireable or even if you see yourself as God's Gift to this planet, that doesn't mean you're more or less likely to find someone that loves you as much as you love them."
She sighed, running her fingers through her bangs and finally catching a glance at him, "I don't know about half the class wanting me, or even Adrien, but... I know that you're wanted, too, Félix. For all the right reasons. Not for fame, not for social class, but for you. You just can't see it, because you don't think you're worth it. And don't tell me otherwise, I know that look."
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He looked up at her as she gave out the address. Her address, he was pretty sure. Why were they going to her place? And what did she mean by ‘figure something out’ anyway? How could she ‘figure out’ him being magically transformed into a small animal by an ancient god of destruction? He knew she was smart, and all, but this didn’t seem like the type of problem one could just randomly throw something together to fix. And in the meantime, he was just… a cat.
He was still trying to comprehend how his reasonably normal life had devolved into the current mess that surrounded him at the present, and wondering if it was all a flu dream or someone had decided to slip acid into his drink at a party or what.
He let himself purr, albeit very, very softly, as she pet him, sneaking a look up at her. He hated the pity in her eyes. It was almost worse than the amusement or annoyance he’d been expecting- at least both of those had been applied to him in the past, and denoted a certain amount of respect. A peership of sorts, he supposed. Pity, on the other hand, was something sent down, to someone who was always considered the lesser.
Still, the petting felt good, even if that fact made him feel slightly ill. He felt himself lifted again, this time almost the way one would hold onto an infant… her heart was in the right place, he was sure, but this was definitely one of the most humiliating things he’d encountered thus far. He sighed, resting his head on her shoulder and closing his eyes slowly. Generally he wouldn’t be letting anyone put hands on him without permission, but at the moment, he was entirely helpless.
He needed her. As much as he hated admitting it, he needed her.
“Mew,” he murmured again, feeling his cheeks go red. It would take him forever to get used to not talking. Sure, he was quiet in school, or around most people, but he still liked to have a way to get his opinions across at all. He resigned himself to whatever she had planned, nuzzling slightly against her shoulder before pulling back, horrified at his instincts. How long would this last…?
Marinette wasn't trying to pity him, not at all, not in that sense. Yes, she felt bad for him, but more so she felt this was her fault and she had caused this. It was more apology than pity in her expression as she stared at the feline. He was - he just went through enough, didn't he? She shook her head as she held onto him carefully, instead of picking him up by his scruff and the sort, as they arrived at her house she felt relief, "Bridgette won't be home until after the trip, and my parents are out of town for a month for a convention."
"We'll stay in my room so you don't have to see anyone else, okay? I mean, no one will know unless we say something. Tikki can recoup faster in my room, too, and she can help me find Plagg and find out what's going on, and then we'll work together and try to solve this," she gently ran her hand down his back, a single, long, comforting pet of sorts as she made her way to the door of the bakery and finally up the stairs toward her room. She set Félix down on the bed where he could settle in, getting one of the pillows and setting it down straight while leaving her small purse on her desk, "I'm going to call the retreat and see if I can't get a hold of Alya. She'll get my things, and your things, and there won't be any questions about anything."
She sat down on the bed beside the cushion and pat it lightly for him to climb onto it so he could rest, trying her best not to treat him just like a normal feline of course, though at least she wasn't laughing at him or scornful of the situation. She hadn't meant for any of this to happen, so of course she was going to do everything in her power to make sure that he got the help that he needed, "Do your family members know about your ring? Do you think they might know anything?... And if they did, do you think they'd try to help at all?"
It was all yes or no questions, so all he had to do was nod, or shake his head to respond. At least that way, he didn't have to worry about mewing or talking and feeling any further embarrassed.
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He tilted his head, eyes glittering. Oh, this was going to be fun. “But, Ladybug, I’m so worried for her,” he let his eyes go wide, trying to hide his extreme amusement. “What if she gets hurt? I feel like it’s important to protect her, she’s so sweet and innocent…” He bit the inside of his cheek hard to keep a straight face.
He’d missed messing with his Queen. Little did he know… He took her hand, pressing a gentle kiss to her knuckles, and glancing up to see if he’d managed to get a blush out of her. He wondered: how would she react to him starting this in school…?
No, he could never.
But he could certainly have a little bit of fun like this. He draped his arms around her, biting his lip and letting his eyelashes flutter. “Oh, Ladybug,” he purred in a way he hoped was seductive. “Why on Earth would any man, given the chance, let go of you?” He moved, so his lips were nearly brushing against her ear. Oh, how he had missed this part of being Chat Noir. “I’m not scared,” he whispered. “I know you’re going to protect me. After all, isn’t that what angels do?”
He ran his tongue over his lips, very much playing up both the Casanova and Damsel in Distress roles to their fullest value. Maybe this wasn’t the time or place… and maybe he should save the flirting for when they weren’t surrounded by rotting corpses who wanted to attack them… and maybe he was being a bit too much at that moment… but he’d missed her, even if she’d been right there the whole time, it wasn’t as if he’d been aware of that. It wasn’t like it was obvious that Bridgette and Ladybug were remotely close to one another, much less the same person.
He pulled back, meeting her eyes and flashing his trademarked grin. “So, beautiful Lady, are you going to help save my darling classmate? I need your vow she will return to me safe.” This would drive her crazy, he figured. After all, it was no secret that he didn’t harbor any adoration for Bridgette. But her reaction was sure to be a hell of a lot of fun to see.
Bridgette wasn’t amused in the least. While he was laying it on so thick it was obvious it was a joke, a part of her actually felt hurt. She was - she was just a joke to him, wasn’t she? Some nuisance and - and damn pest that no one really cared about? Is that the joke he was trying to make? That it was just so funny that she might be missing or something?
He never smiled. He never laughed, he never seemed happy, and now he did. Making fun of her, throwing Bridgette's identity into her face. That was the time he showed he was happy? When - when it was at her own expense?
What kind of person was Félix after all?
While he thought he might have been being silly or funny, her eyes showed another emotion, and it was pain. Those pretty blues he'd been so desperate to stare at him with love and affection to help whatever situation he had going in the past, no, they would never show him that. In fact, Bridgette might never give him that look either.
"Don't worry, she can take care of herself without your... Concern," her tone was deadpan, and once he wrapped his arms around her neck she was throwing her yoyo to the rafters, testing the string strength and soon yanking their bodies upward. Even as he tried to play along her ear, nip or graze or whatever, all she did was tip her head away in slight disgust, "I don't know what's gotten into you, but that's highly inappropriate behavior for someone like you, y'know. Don't worry about your classmate. I'll get her back just fine, she's probably already waiting for you to leave like she asked you to, if I recall."
Whatever reaction he'd been hoping for, it probably wasn't obvious disdain. Or at least quiet hurt. She was already moving from rafter to rafter, body coiling and reaching in ways that a normal girl shouldn't be able to, though the suit provided her with coverage and a bit easier movement, it only gave her the means to be what she already was. It wasn't long before she spotted the exit sign with a working door below, and she tossed her yoyo down to break the handle off so it swung open and stayed that way, revealing the daylight outside.
"Go. I have to get everyone else out of here before someone gets hurt. Your classmates will be fine, I'll find her and everyone'll be out of this place," she didn't wait for a response, she peeled his arms off of her and lowered him with her yo yo to the ground below, "Please hurry, I don't know what's happening out there, and I can't risk any one else getting dragged off."
//Hey there bugs and buggettes, cats and kittens, musicians and bloggers. Time for yet another brand spankin’ new blog for the Miraculous Ladybug fandom, and it’s yours truly with her trusty sidekick, Nino, in tow! … Not really, we’re both at this and we’re really trying to get us some action here! If you’re cool with hanging and plotting and all that jazz, why not drop us a line here, like or reblog if you’re totally cool with roleplaying with Alya Cesaire and Nino Lahiffe! ( note, I know the about pages are kinda completely empty right now, but that’s because I want to wait for the show to really get into details since we don’t know how they get uh, things yet. This will be a spoiler heavy blog, but all spoilers will be tagged with mlb spoilers for the general sake of all blacklisting. )
🎧 Multiverse friendly / Dark AU Friendly / NSFW friendly (aged up) 🎧 Selectively multiship / Independent 🎧 Of age mun 🎧 Extremely shy mun (hhh approaching people is hard) 🎧 Multi-verse / Verse happy / Creative 🎧 Meme happy / Music Happy / Tag Happy 🎧 Trigger tagger / Trigger friendly 🎧 Not Textually Savvy / Minimal Coding Poster
//Hey there bugs and buggettes, cats and kittens, musicians and bloggers. Time for yet another brand spankin’ new blog for the Miraculous Ladybug fandom, and it’s yours truly with her trusty sidekick, Nino, in tow! … Not really, we’re both at this and we’re really trying to get us some action here! If you’re cool with hanging and plotting and all that jazz, why not drop us a line here, like or reblog if you’re totally cool with roleplaying with Alya Cesaire and Nino Lahiffe! ( note, I know the about pages are kinda completely empty right now, but that’s because I want to wait for the show to really get into details since we don’t know how they get uh, things yet. This will be a spoiler heavy blog, but all spoilers will be tagged with mlb spoilers for the general sake of all blacklisting. )
🎧 Multiverse friendly / Dark AU Friendly / NSFW friendly (aged up) 🎧 Selectively multiship / Independent 🎧 Of age mun 🎧 Extremely shy mun (hhh approaching people is hard) 🎧 Multi-verse / Verse happy / Creative 🎧 Meme happy / Music Happy / Tag Happy 🎧 Trigger tagger / Trigger friendly 🎧 Not Textually Savvy / Minimal Coding Poster
imagine.. someone liking you.. romantically
Sounds fake but ok
//Hey there bugs and buggettes, cats and kittens, musicians and bloggers. Time for yet another brand spankin’ new blog for the Miraculous Ladybug fandom, and it’s yours truly with her trusty sidekick, Nino, in tow! … Not really, we’re both at this and we’re really trying to get us some action here! If you’re cool with hanging and plotting and all that jazz, why not drop us a line here, like or reblog if you’re totally cool with roleplaying with Alya Cesaire and Nino Lahiffe! ( note, I know the about pages are kinda completely empty right now, but that’s because I want to wait for the show to really get into details since we don’t know how they get uh, things yet. This will be a spoiler heavy blog, but all spoilers will be tagged with mlb spoilers for the general sake of all blacklisting. )
🎧 Multiverse friendly / Dark AU Friendly / NSFW friendly (aged up) 🎧 Selectively multiship / Independent 🎧 Of age mun 🎧 Extremely shy mun (hhh approaching people is hard) 🎧 Multi-verse / Verse happy / Creative 🎧 Meme happy / Music Happy / Tag Happy 🎧 Trigger tagger / Trigger friendly 🎧 Not Textually Savvy / Minimal Coding Poster
//Since I never got feedback on who to make, I’m simply going to make both. Say hello to @mixcdsignals. I’m going to be working on it for a while.
I’ll be frank, I love what few partners I still have left on Marinette, but holy crap am I tired of feeling like one in a billion clones of myself. It has nothing to do with other people being mean or bad or anything, I just feel like it’s hard to breathe sometimes. It’s why I only play with folks who don’t rp with a bunch of others just like me.
So, here’s hoping I fair really well on Alya and Nino’s blog.
