MOVED

moved to @ladibugs

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I’ll be keeping this blog as an archive only. 

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I moved blogs! here’s where i’ll be from now on! 

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spottedcharms:

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Ladybug had a feeling she might die tonight. She followed Chat Noir after this villain like she did every other time. Except the sheer power the other possessed was nearly overwhelming. Her kevlar enforced costume was shredded, her body had bleeding lasecrations all over the place from Widower’s pet assistant. Her visor was cracked and her HUD was offline. She was basically naked in a super-powered fire fight. She couldn’t tell where her partner was, she lost track of him sometime during this clusterfuck of a fight. Her entire frame was trembling as she struggled to stay on her feet. 

To say that she was exhausted was a massive understatement. She knew that she could just, collapse at any moment. All of her limbs felt heavy despite her training. She didn’t have much more left to give, the only thing keeping her on her feet was that was what was keeping her alive. Ladybug knew that that the moment she hits the ground, she was dead. Being stubborn was one of the positive things about the Dupain-Chengs.

“C..Come on!”

She managed to cry out, as she was just barely dodging attacks by this point. She couldn’t outlast the other, she didn’t have the resources to do so. Because at the end of the day she was still just a civilian compared to a superpowered person. Ladybug’s luck wore out as she misstepped and lost her balance, she fell onto the floor with a solid thud. She was dazed for a moment, the exhaustion not helping as her stomach sunk. 

She just signed her death certificate.

   It was foolish for Chat Noir and the imitation Ladybug to feel that they even had the smallest of chances against Widower and Chat Blanc. The two of them were unstoppable, and Widower had a goal in mind. She would die before letting that goal go.    Tonight, her goal was simple. She’ll either get her sister, Ladybug, on her side -- or she’ll kill her. There’s not an alternative. It’s all the way or nothing. 

   Hawkmoth, of course, wanted something different. He was a fool, if he thought for a moment that Widower would ever be loyal to anyone other than herself first, and Marinette second. Hawkmoth was a tool to abuse, a stepping stone on her way to greatness. Just like Chat Blanc. The moment he proved useless, she’d do away with him. 

   As the onslaught from the terrible duo continued on the heroes, Widower put her plan into place. Chat Blanc lead away his counterpart, leaving the spider and the bug alone.     Marinette didn’t stand a chance. 

   Widower had to admire her sister’s determination and strength. Even when it was clear that she was going to lose, she kept going. However, it was foolish. Widower had barely broken a sweat, and Ladybug looked like she was on the verge of exhaustion. Finally the misstep came, and Widower launched on the other. Ladybug was on the ground, and Widower was on her in an instant. She dug the heel of her boot into Ladybug’s wrist, ignoring her shout of pain. It was effortless, kicking away the shattered mask that had protected her sister.     Her attitude shifted slightly upon seeing that familiar face. A loud sigh left her. “Marinette, why must you always make things so difficult? Can’t you see what I’m trying to do?” She stepped off her wrist and straddled her. “This world is terrible. I’ll give you a choice, let me help you forget, to start again, or die.” 

   Bridgette Dupain-Cheng was dead and gone. She wouldn’t be coming back. In her place was the monster Hawkmoth had created -- a rouge super villain who only wants destruction. 

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if i moved this blog to a main blog, would everyone move with me??

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let us burn

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cat-astrophic-rp:

“You’re always so good at trapping our prey.” Chat chuckles. “Saves me the cat and mouse games.”

He glances at their victim as the fire rapidly engulfs him, and takes a step back from the searing heat of the flames.

He grins widely back at his partner as she gently runs her hand over his claws, and he knows with just a twitch of his fingers he could effortlessly tear through her her suit and through the flesh of her hand

He’s done it to many, many others before. It’s a pleasure that he enjoys above all others, to personally rip his victims to shreds, their flesh spitting apart at the slightest effort on his part, and he can acutely tell how much it hurts them.

Though he’d never do that to his partner. Her suffering is no joy to him; one of the only people who that’s true for.

He stiffens when she leans into him, but can’t help but roll his eyes at her pouting. “I’m not saying we have to stop fire entirely, silly spider.” He takes another step back from the growing flames, and back from his poisonous partner in crime, before smirking casually at her.

“Hmm, not sure. Getting out of here ought be a priority though.”

   The rejection is plain enough as Chat Blanc steps away from her. That’s how it always goes. Widower is certain it’s because there’s another in his life, and it makes her heart ache. However, she’s sure she’ll win over Blanc’s heart in the end. After all, they share a secret and connection no one else can ever hope to match.     Perhaps that’s why she’s so cruel to poor little Adrien. It’s fun, to watch him try his hardest to win her heart. He never will.     Widower wonders for a moment if Chat Blanc experiences the same thing -- if he’s constantly chasing after a woman who will never love him. 

   Grinning wickedly, Widower puts the thoughts of rejection aside. “Good. If we stopped catching things on fire, I’d have to start using my venom. You know how that’s such a chore.” She sighed, dramatically blowing her bangs out of her face.     Widower looked back over at the flaming, writhing victim. “I suppose.” She brushed past Chat Blanc. “There’s this individual I’ve been watching for awhile. I think she’d look so pretty covered in red.”     Chloe was always such a pain in the ass, Widower was eager for an excuse to get rid of her. Maybe not actually kill her, but tormenting that bitch would surely be something special. 

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the crown and the spider

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cxffeeandkitties:

“…” Felix didn’t really know what to say about the revelation that the nobility frequently seek out witchcraft.

He’s honestly not surprised.

“… I feel like I should be surprised by that, but the nobles all have a terrible tendency to be two-faced and hypocrites, so it’s really not a surprise that they would be interested in witchcraft while talking down those of lowerclass who would dare to seek it out.”

When Bridgette says he chose a bad time to run away, he sighs, running his hands through his hair. “Of course.” 

He ran because he caught wind the his father was intent on arranging a marriage for him, and he was aggressively not interested, so he just… fled. Abandoning his responsibilities. Probably the worst idea he’s ever had, but he has no intention of going back. Ever.

“… A week?” He says slowly, his face going pale. He’s still too close to the town for him to stay stationary for a week. He knows his father will send the guards out after. “I can’t stay here a week! I-i have to keep moving! No no no no…” He shakes his head quickly. “No… the guards would… they’d find me…”

   At the very least, he seemed to be aware of how two-faced his class could be. Bridgette didn’t have the time to educate some poor naive soul to the ways of the world. Despite living in isolation, she had things to do, projects to complete. Another burden was the last thing she wanted.     Hopefully he’d more of a help than anything else.

   It’s a bit amusing, to watch Felix start getting restless and agitated and just generally making a fool of himself. A smile tugs Bridgette’s lips as she sips her tea and pets Tikki, who’s now happily curled in her lap and purring.     “They wouldn’t, unless they were looking for my house. It’s enchanted you know. Only people who want to find it will.” She set her mug down. “I’ll make you a deal, alright? I’ll protect you, for as long as you’d like, and in turn, you help me find someone. You don’t even have to return to town. I’d just like to see them again.” 

   While she wouldn’t make Marinette come back, Bridgette needed to talk to both her and Adrien. She’d go in disguise of course, revealing herself probably wouldn’t help the situation. After all, she’d allowed Marinette to leave. But she had to know: are they happy? 

   “How’s that sound? Your a noble, you know nothing comes for free. I think you’re getting the better end of the deal, don’t you?” 

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Plagg casually comes up to Bridgette with a bracelet in hand. Smiling, she gave off the appearance of how she normally was but, she was far from normal. Being corrupted by an akuma changed her but, she was still going to act the same. "Bridgette. I got you a gift. I took a lot of time picking it out. Please wear it?" [places this here and walks away]

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   When Plagg approached her, she’d been absorbed in her homework. It was puzzling, as it often was, and she was attempting to understand the math concept. It wasn’t going well. She was eager for the distraction, but surprised by Plagg’s sudden appearance.    Bridgette jumped slightly in surprise and turned around to face the familiar kwami. She smiled broadly and took the bracelet. “Thank you! How kind.” 

   For a moment she studied it, noticing how well it suited her style and personality. It felt like an incredibly thoughtful gift. “It’s beautiful!” She ran her fingers over the carefully crafted design, tilting her head slightly. There were warning bells in her mind though, and something didn’t feel quite right.    Bridgette looked up at Plagg, refraining from putting on the bracelet on yet. “What’s the occasion? Something I should know about?” She laughed, her eyes carefully taking in Plagg’s body language. She’d learned long ago not to ignore her instincts. 

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writemeendlesssongs:

“Name’s Lightning McQueen! Glad to finally be here!”

  Bridgette smiled broadly at the pleasant newcomer. She offered her hand. “Bridgette Cheng! Pleasure to meet you.” 

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hand in hand

“The Edge... There is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.”     - Hunter S. Thompson

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   Being the older sister meant a lot of things to Bridgette. First and foremost, it meant being a protector. Ever since the day Marinette was born, her parents had instructed her carefully.    “Keep good care of your sister, she’s going to look up to you.”     “No matter what, never let harm befall Marinette.” 

   Perhaps that’s why this akuma was so different than the others. Normally, Marinette was out of harm’s way. Ladybug was always able to bring the akuma away from the school, or the house, or wherever her sister may be. This time was different. This time the akuma wouldn’t listen. On her own, there wasn’t so much that she could do. Sometimes, the akuma would control the path of the fight. Unfortunately, it seemed that this was one of those times. 

   The akuma, who’s name Ladybug hadn’t bothered to remember, spit acid at her once again. She ducked and dodged, finally managing to snag the akumatized item. However, before she could break it, there was an indescribable pain. It was gone in a moment though, and she realized that Tikki was holding it. They had a job to do.     Ladybug broke the akuma and used her charm, keeping her eyes closed. She suspected something terrible, but she couldn’t bring herself to test her theory yet. Trusting Tikki to guide her, she preformed the Miraculous Cure, and then started running. It felt as if she were on autopilot, with Tikki controlling the suit to get them to where they needed to be.     Eventually she stopped, and Ladybug did the thing she’d been dreading all night. 

[ read more because this got long and i’m doing it now ] 

   The moment her eyes opened, Ladybug screamed in agony. Screams of pain ripped from her throat as her eyes burned. While Ladybug always knew that the Miraculous Cure wasn’t perfect by any definition of the word, she had never been able to foresee this.     It was strange, the world was nothing more than a blurred edge of color. Nothing looked right. Her eyes felt like they were fighting against her, burning and begging to be closed. When she could take it no more, Ladybug closed her eyes, holding them as tightly shut as she could. Her Miraculous beeped, indicating that her transformation was going to drop. The moment it did, the pain ebbed in a strange way. It was there, like a slow burn, but it was manageable.    Opening her eyes again, she saw Tikki, a blurred mass. Tikki dropped into her palms, a low whine escaping her. Getting home was an adventure. Bridgette lost track of how many people she ran into. It was strange, how her eyes took to the acid. She suspected the Miraculous Cure had a part to play in it. Unlike how she expected, her vision wavered in and out. Occasionally, her left eye would stop working entirely, only showing her flashes of color and snippets of the strange. She didn’t understand. 

   Getting used to blindness wasn’t nearly as difficult as Bridgette thought it’d be. Somehow, she kept her positivity up. At night, Bridgette sobbed, sometimes screamed. The pain, refused to go away. Despite that, she’d been given a gift. Bridgette didn’t understand it yet, but in her left eye she saw the life force of those around her. The colors were so vibrant, so beautiful -- she saw it as a silver lining to her new disability.      Good things, no matter how good, never last long. 

   One by one, things in her life began to fall apart.    The first thing to go was her dance, the thing she threw herself into every day. It wasn’t like she wasn’t trying. However, there was a line -- her parents couldn’t bear to watch her stumble and fall until she broke something. They pulled her from her escape, citing ‘safety’.     Her grades, understandably, fell as well. They’d never been that great, she wasn’t a particularly good student. Being blind didn’t help this of course. Her parents gave her an option to take her classes at home, and miserably, she accepted. Being around people, what had previously given her energy, felt exhausting. It hurt to hear everyone. It hurt to be so close and feel like she was so far away.     Bridgette couldn’t explain what happened next.     The pain from her eyes was expected of course. It was the horrible headaches that confused her. Almost a month after her blindness, she would be bedridden, moaning as pain began the only thing she could focus on. If it became too much, she’d puke until she had nothing left. When her parents weren’t around, she’d begged Tikki for sleeping pills. Thankfully, her kwami afforded her small mercies. 

   As Bridgette would later learn, it wasn’t very hard to slip something into a blind girl’s drink.     The toxin came from Hawkmoth himself. That’s what started her nightmares, that’s what ruined her perception of reality. Suddenly, sleeping was no longer a blessing. Sleeping was filled with more horrors than Bridgette ever thought possible to dream. Every time she closed her eyes to rest, her sister was ripped apart in a thousand different ways. Every night she witnessed Paris burn. Every second asleep provided some new hell.     Sleeping was only the beginning though.     Soon she started to see these things during the day. Marinette’s aura, her life force, would become twisted and mangled and take some strange new form. The figures she could blearily make out with her right eye would reform into monsters. There were murmurings in her mind, whispers of tragedy in her ear. No matter what she did, Bridgette couldn’t escape.

   When her world was no longer real, and instead some twisted nightmare version of itself, Hawkmoth attacked. 

   Widower was strange. Rather than attacking like other akumas, she was slow. She took her time, fading in and out of her transformation. Her world was strange, but with the eyes granted to her by Hawkmoth, she was able to see things a bit more clearly. The world was a terrible place, and someone needed to fix it.    However, she coudln’t do it alone. 

   That’s why, when Marinette had fallen ill, she’d begun to poison her food. It wasn’t to hurt her, never to hurt her. Bridgette needed to keep her sister safe, and the only way she could do that was if the young woman was by her side.     There were things to get done though. Widower had a web to weave, had to set things in her favor so that when the time came, she could do what must be done. Hawkmoth, the poor butterfly, felt like he was in control. She did his dirty work willingly, aiming to keep the illusion up. Eventually she planned to end him too. There were others of course, that pesky cat that kept getting in her way would eventually need to be dealt with, perhaps in a way that could get him on their side. Her sister, the impromtu Ladybug, seemed to be fond of him. 

   For now though, Widower needed to focus her efforts into webbing Paris, both literally and figuratively. The spiders were always so restless, coming to murmur things, talk to her about what they’ve seen. They’re unhappy. 

   It wasn’t hard to wait for Marinette to be ready. Spiders were excellent at that; waiting for the right moment to strike. 

   Marinette was ready on a night when they were all alone. Their parents had gone to a wedding they had to cater for, and so it was just the two sisters. The first thing that clued Bridgette in were the screams coming from her sister’s room, then something that sounded like objects being tossed, and then beautiful, blissful silence.     Carefully, she made her way upstairs, finding her sisters dull pink glow and going to her. She crouched beside Marinette, her fingers carding through her hair. 

   “Hush now. Marinette it’s alright. I’m here. I- I know it hurts.” Bridgette sighed softly, sitting down and embracing her sister. “It hurts, but it must hurt. Pain is the only way to help you see it. You can’t be with me if you don’t see!”     Listening to her sisters soft sobs, and feeling the way she shook broke Bridgette’s heart. She hated that her sister had to suffer, but Bridgette also knew that it was the only way this could work.     “I’ll always be here, Marinette. The rest of them... They’ll fade. But you and I, we’re sisters. No one, nothing, can take us away from each other.” Her words were honeyed and sweet, gently luring Marinette closer and closer. Bridgette wanted to kiss away her worries, to unlock all that beautiful potential she saw in her sister long ago. 

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eight people you’d like to get to know better

repost, don’t reblog 

i was tagged by the lovely @hadrianuspisica . and i’m tagging (if you want to) @cxffeeandkitties @spottedcharms @writemeendlesssongs (and anyone else of course! most people i would normally have tagged have already done this.) 

ONE ( name / alias ). marie

TWO ( birthday ). october 13 

THREE ( zodiac sign ). libra

FOUR ( height ). 5′ 4″

FIVE ( time ). 2:02 PM

SIX ( sleep ). ehhh not enough. usually somewhere between 5-8.

SEVEN ( favorite books ). a series of unfortunate events or the thirteenth reality 

EIGHT ( favorite artists ). stars

NINE ( last movie watched ). 10 cloverfield lane

TEN ( college ). community college in my area. working on my high school diploma and my general transfer associates. after that. idk we’ll see how much scholarship money i can raise >^<

ELEVEN ( dream job ). secondary english teacher strange i know 

TWELVE ( the meaning behind your url ). up until recently, this blog was dual muse. since both bri and mari had ladybug they were spotted and speckled. otl it’s the worst but i’ve grown to be awfully fond of it. 

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Meet the People in My Muse’s Life

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assortedrpmemes:

Send a Symbol, and they’ll tell you about:

🌻 - Their Father 🌷 - Their Mother 🌟 - A Different Family Member 🐶 - A Pet 👊 - A Best Friend 👋 - A Friend 🔍  - An Acquaintance 🍼 - A Child (Theirs or Not) 🎭 - A Former Friend 👿 - An Enemy 📪 - A Neighbor 💘 - A Love Interest 👻  - Someone They Don’t See Often 💀 - Someone Deceased ☀️ - Someone who Can “Turn Lemons into Lemonade” ☔️ - Someone who Can “Turn Lemonade into Lemons” 🍀 - Someone Lucky 🍰 - Someone who Loves Food 🍜 - Someone who’s A Great Cook

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let us burn

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cat-astrophic-rp:

His partner is undoubtedly his best friend, or as close as Adrien Agreste gets to having one. Out causing destruction and mayhem with her as Chat Blanc is the closest he ever gets happy, Certainly happier than he ever is as Adrien.

Knowing Widower she went out eagerly finding a victim ahead of him, and he doesn’t exactly feel like causing havoc by himself, so he sets out to find his devious little spider, a smirk etched on his face as her tracks her down.

Blanc slips in quietly through a window, and chuckles at the words he hears his spider say.

“Oh hush darling. It won’t hurt too much!”

He doesn’t even know what she’s doing yet, but he knows that with Widower, it’s probably not true.

“Of course I came.” He says smoothly, striding into the room proper. “It would just be pawful to let you have all the fun for yourself.” He grins, his sharp, feline like teeth showing, and turns to their victim. “Thanks for getting him all webbed up for me though, my itsy bitsy spider. I really apurrchiate it.” He takes the offered matches, lighting one, and with a brief pauses, smirks at their hapless vicim. “Don’t worry, this will only hurt a lot.” Ignoring the muffled screaming of their victim, he casually flicks the match at him, and turns his grin to Widower.

“I know how you love fire, and trust me , I get it. But next time, can we get a little more…” He flourishes his hand dramatically, showing off his claws. “Purrsonal? It’s more exciting to me that way.”

   Chat Blanc’s puns, while always uttered at the worst of times, only added to his overall charm for Widower. She simply adored them, and encouraged him every time he made one. A wicked smirk took over her lips as he took the matches from her. The screaming from the victim was such a irritation, even if it was a show of their success in instilling fear into the hearts of Paris.     “Of course, my prince. Like I’d let this little pest get away from us.” Widower giggled a bit, stepping aside to give Blanc plenty of room.    Her webs were beautiful, always lighting up like gasoline. Trissh had mentioned her webs being laced with something, but Marinette hardly ever paid attention to particulars. 

   Widower beamed at Chat Blanc, taking a step closer and grasping his wrist with one hand, while her other gently ran over his claws. They were sharp, and she’d seen the damage they could yield on more than one occasion. While he’d yet to hurt her, she was sure that it would be an injury like no other.     She sighed melodramatically, leaning forward and resting her chin on his chest. “I suppose so, if that’s what you really want, my prince.” She pouted just a bit. “Fire is just so bright -- so beautiful. I want to watch Paris burn.” Widower stepped away, her eyes going back towards their screaming, burning victim. She scrunched her nose up at the smell. “We should get going. I’d hate to get us trapped here.” 

   There was plenty of havoc to wreck on Paris after all. They couldn’t focus all of their attention onto one person in particular, especially not a kill that meant nothing.     “Where should we go?” 

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IMPORTANT - MUSE CHANGE

As of RIGHT NOW I will not be playing Marinette with few exceptions. Existing threads are not a promise that I will continue them. I’ve given it a lot of thought, and over half of my threads are Bridgette only. I will be including Marinette as a VERSE on my blog. If you only want to roleplay with Marinette, message me and we’ll talk about it. 

For now, my only roleplay with Marinette will be for @cat-astrophic-rp .

I’ll be editing my blog over the next few days, and will have a new promo out soon enough. 

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badluckpersonified:

“You aren’t really in any condition to go home Lovebug. Not by yourself at least.” Even if her partner would suggest that Chat escort her home, the thought made her heart flutter, she doubted she would do it. The feline themed hero refused to take advantage of her while she was cold and most likely out of it. But without the safety of a home, there was really no where they could go where there would be no prying eyes.

Against her better judgement, Chat hoisted Ladybug up in a princess style, a smirk on her face, “I think, I may know the perfect place. Passed by it a few times, luxurious, big too. Not that hotel so don’t worry.” Félicia would rather hide her Lady at the Eiffel Tower and bury her in blankets than surrender her partner to her ‘number one fan’. She made haste, trying to get to their destination as quick and smoothly as possible. It took a while longer so to be sure she didn’t jostle Ladybug in her run, but finally Chat Noir landed on a very familiar wall gating the manor inside.

Blue cat eyes instantly zeroed in on the cameras she had to avoid when sneaking out or back in to her home. With practiced ease, she managed to slip them both inside her room.“I don’t think anyone’s here.” This place was much too big for her and her father. He hardly left his office or studio anyways. “I won’t tell anyone if you won’t. Besides, I doubt the residents would care if we’re taking shelter.” In reality, beneath the mask Félicia was over the moon that her Lady was here, at her home, in her room. 

Setting her partner underneath the blankets of the bed, Chat hummed happily, “Cozy? I can find you extra covers if you’d like. Or make some hot chocolate. I bet my bell these people have the good stuff.”

   Of course Chat Noir was right, it really wasn’t a wise idea to head home in her state. Ladybug offered no complaint as she was picked up. Instead, she curled up more, hiding her face against Chat’s shoulder with a soft sigh. “Alright,” she murmured drowsily.     As they traveled, the wind seemed to bite into her, bringing a shiver over her spine despite the warmth coming from her beloved stray. Ladybug closed her eyes all the more tightly, curling in on herself as much as her position would allow. She wanted to be small, to be completely shielded by Chat Noir. While past winters had been bad, it had never been quite like this. Perhaps it was how long she’d been Ladybug that made this one so different. Whatever the reason, she and Tikki would have to talk later to try and determine a way around this. They couldn’t leave Paris, Chat, defenseless to an akuma. 

   It was only once their traveling pace changed from quick to slow and careful that Ladybug opened her eyes and realized where exactly they were. It was the Agreste manor. She hadn’t been inside, but she’d been to the front once or twice. On Félicia’s birthday, she’d knitted a sweater for her. It was grey with black accents, something that fit her normal color scheme. While Bridgette had never seen Félicia wear it, she hoped that she liked it. Although it was unlikely she’d ever know for certain.     “Chat, this is someone’s house.” Her voice is weak, and the protest is barely there. Ladybug knows that she’s not exactly in a position to say no. However, as they enter what Ladybug can only assume is Félicia’s room, she has the urge to protest again -- but then she’s warm and cozy and it just feels so nice after being so cold for so long. 

   Sleepily, Ladybug curled in on herself and looked up at her partner. “You’re going to get us into so much trouble one day,” she murmured. Ladybug reached up and took Chat’s hand, giving a light tug. “Just c’mere would you? You’re really warm and you purr...” Tomorrow she could regret doing this. Right now though, she was tired and cold and wanted the one person she trusted above everyone else to be close. Tomorrow she could look into the implications of staying in Félicia’s room and why the young woman wasn’t here.     But right now Ladybug was going to sleep. 

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Send a symbol for a headcanon! (Food edition)

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rp-meme-glaceon:

🍔- Favorite kind of fast food? 🍟- Favorite junk food? 🍎- Favorite fruit? 🍆- Favorite vegetable? 🍖- How do they like their steak done? 🧀- Do they like cheese? What kind? 🍳- Describe their breakfast 🍱- Describe their lunch 🍛- Describe their dinner 🍪- Describe their dessert 🍿- How do they like their popcorn? 🍫- Favorite kind of chocolate? 🍦- Favorite ice cream flavor? 🍭- Favorite candy? 🍩- Favorite kind of treats or sweets? 🍰- Cake or pie? What kind of cake/pie is their favorite? 🍣- Do they like sushi? 🍜- Favorite hot meal? 🍝- What do they order on the menu on a dinner date? 🌭- Favorite food from their childhood? 🍲- Favorite home-cooked meal? 🍵- Do they like tea? ☕️- Do they like coffee and/or coco? 🍽- Can your muse cook? What can they cook?

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badluckpersonified:

@spotted-and-speckled​ continued from here

The metal bands on Mati’s wrists clinked as he rubbed the sore spot on his head, still pouting at the hit. “I haven’t forgotten. But considering we do our job and do it well I’d say we earned some time off. At the very least an evening together.” His counterpart could be so rule oriented sometimes, but he wouldn’t take her any other way. She burned much more brilliantly than even the Egyptian sun.

“Won’t you grant me-”.

The words cut themselves short as he stood on the edge of the structure, cat ears flicking on his head trying to locate a noise as his sharp gaze darted around the ground. After catching a flash of silver, no doubt a weapon of some sort, it only took him a second before he zeroed in on the stable where all the commotion was originating. Distressed neighs from horses, equally frantic cries from a person, along with angry shouts and threats from unknown attackers.

A gold accented claw pointed towards the direction, “There. Sounds like bandits. Caught a glimpse of a sword before they disappeared inside the stable.” What Mati lacked in ‘integrity’, he made up for with acuteness. His senses were razor sharp and even with the city life going on below them, hardly anything escaped him when he was paying attention. With a flourish he grabbed his staff, making haste to the spot, “After this let’s continue making arrangements. Lounging by the Nile?”

   “You keep assuming that I’d like to take an evening off with you,” she pointed out. Perhaps it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, but she had her eyes set on other things, other people. Their powers, these forms, were meant to protect their homeland and not for nonsense.     Hayat noticed the moment Mati’s attention shifted from their conversation to the city sprawling below them. She watched his face carefully, knowing that there was no point in looking down below until he was ready to point it out -- she’d never see it. 

   Following his gesture, she couldn’t make out much, except to know exactly where she was heading. Despite her comment on his integrity, she trusted him will all that she possessed. With a nod, she unwound her whip. At Mati’s continued flirting she shot him a death glare. “With you? Not a chance.” She gracefully hopped from her perch, using the whip to catch herself. In a similar fashion, she made her way across the city, treading lightly on rooftops, once again thanking her small god for the gifts she’d provided Fukayna with. 

   Upon arriving at the scene, it was just as Mati had described. Hayat tsked, glaring at the bandits who had yet to notice her. She saw the civilians and bowed slightly, giving them a smile. Once her cat had joined her, she cracked her whip towards one of the bandits, smirking as he yelped in alarm.     “What do you think you’re doing exactly?” 

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He prided himself in keeping his word, never to become a place of broken promises like his father. Never would he use sweet and gentle murmurs just to console someone for a moment then never deliver. His word was one of the only things he could do right. But with this, he knew he wouldn’t be able to fulfill anything she said. Anything he said. Just goes to show this place really did twist things he once considered sacred. He was an Agreste that gave empty promises.

Refusing the urge to step back as she stepped closer, his eyes pinched shut at her yelling. Of everything, all the scathing treatments and punches, this probably hurt the most. Hearing her sobs, her pleas. No scolds or biting words, just the desperation of wanting to stay together, something he couldn’t do anymore. Quietly he started shushing, wanting to lull the crying away, “Shhh, I know. I did promise we’d get through this together. But I couldn’t just sit there and watch you waste away in front of me.”

Hesitantly Félix stepped forward to close the distance between them, his hands faltering before they raised and rested on Bridgette’s cheeks. His grip was slack, allowing her to pull away if she wanted. He thumbed away the tears, “You’ll need to go on alone, I’m not going to be able to be here, so you’ll have to manage without me.” Félix tried for a smile, albeit it was a small one but he mentally patted himself on the back as it was there nonetheless.

Honestly? He was terrified, he was scared of dying, of leaving her alone, not being here or able to protect her. Tilting her head down, he pressed his lips to her forehead, an innocent display of affection and one that would probably be one of their lasts. His arms fell back to his sides, only reaching out with one hand and letting his fingers loosely intertwine hers. He rested his forehead on hers, speaking softly,  “Shhhh… it’ll all be alright…”

Liar.

   Despite his quiet murmurings, Bridgette couldn’t get her tears to stop flowing. She had never been a particularly loud crier. As an only child, when she wanted to be upset by herself, she had to be quiet, or she’d be found. Bridgette bit back the sob that wanted to tear out of her throat. She blinked to get the tears from her eyes, trying to focus on his expression. When Félix touched her, she didn’t try and pull away, she didn’t want to.     The world was so unfair. No one in here deserved this fate that drove people to such extremes, especially the extreme of killing another. It made Bridgette so angry that Félix was going to be taken from her. A life for a life -- she couldn’t disagree with the punishment. Instead of blaming Félix, her anger was primarily directed towards the Warden and the poisoner for allowing this to happen in the first place.     “But I don’t want to be alone.” Her words were barely audible. His touch centered her on him, and Bridgette was able to forget all of those around them. 

   Bridgette held his hand tightly, closing her eyes as he rested her forehead on her’s. The moment felt private, despite the eyes that were likely focused on them. She wanted to snap at them, to tell them that this was none of their business, but there wouldn’t be any point to that.     “It’s not going to be alright!” She sounded like a small child throwing a tantrum, but she didn’t care. Killing someone was a terrible thing, yes, but she wasn’t going to face all of that on her own. Already, she felt different inside. The fear of being alone here clawed at her, made her want to lash out and run away from everyone but Félix; perhaps she could hide somewhere until she starved to death. At least then she would know how she would meet her death.     Her fingers fisted in his jacket, holding onto him tightly as she trembled -- she wasn’t sure if it was from fear or from sadness. "You said together or not at all.” Bridgette kept her words soft, almost like a prayer. Her mind drifted slightly. How many people would hate her for this? For letting him near after what he did?