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[whenyourunwiththemaster]

Shirley Manson

[ladibugs2]

GET TO KNOW ME

TAGGED BY: @spottedcharms

RULES: answer the questions and then tag 20 followers you’d like to know better

NAME: marie

NICKNAMES: ma cherie, child, void

ZODIAC SIGN: libra

HEIGHT: 5′4″

ORIENTATION: mostly pretty gay

ETHNICITY: white 

FAVORITE FRUIT: strawberries

FAVORITE SEASON: fall

FAVORITE BOOK: the series of unfortunate events

FAVORITE FLOWER: queen anne’s lace

FAVORITE SCENT: lavender

FAVORITE ANIMAL: cat

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: coffee

CAT OR DOG: cat

FAVORITE FICTIONAL CHARACTER: jfc why you make me do this

DREAM TRIP: yes. 

BLOG CREATED: the original was feb 2016. this one was dec 2016

NUMBER OF FOLLOWERS: 69 *snorts*

WHAT DO I POST ABOUT: my rp’s 

DO I GET ASKS ON A REGULAR BASIS: not really

AESTHETIC: fae, nature, witchy vibe

FAVORITE BANDS/ARTISTS: stars

FICTIONAL CHARACTERS I’D DATE: uhhhhhh 

HOGWARTS HOUSE: ravenclaw 

TAGGING: whoever the fuck wants to 

[ladibugs2]

“I’ll look after you.”

( lol i lost the meme ) 

@chatesquenoirist

Bridgette’s hands gently drifted over the braille lettering, but paused at Adrien’s words. Her head tilted towards his voice just slightly, a confused expression playing across her features. It was such a strange subject to bring up now, two years after she was blinded. 

“Look after me? How so? I’m not helpless, Adrien.” 

[ladibugs2]

→ continued from here [ x ]

→ @screwthischatimout​

Bridgette was surprised by the harsh tone to his words. While Félix had never been overly kind to her, she’d still never heard him be rude to her before. Bridgette listened attentively though, and didn’t interrupt him. He seemed to need to get whatever was on his chest off of his chest, and who was she to stop that? 

When he finished she bit her lip slightly, thinking over his words. They were heavy, but true for the most part. She hadn’t noticed anyone treat Félix with any particular kindness other than the usual respect. It hadn’t made sense to her when she noticed it, and it still didn’t make sense to her. 

“Félix--” she stopped herself, considering her words for a moment before speaking. Bridgette’s brows furrowed slightly and she clasped her hands together as she thought. “Why are you telling me any of this then, if you don’t trust me?”

[ladibugs2]

reset

→ @badluckpersonified​

Bridgette had wrestled with the inevitability of her demise for quite some time now. The virus, their world, was rapidly changing, and it wouldn’t be too long before it all came tumbling down upon them. Humanity moved too quickly too fast, and when the end of the world came, it came hard. While she hadn’t been older than seven when the event actually occurred, she’d still seen how quickly humanity devolved back into its savageness. As much as she hates herself for it, she’d been there once too. 

Then she’d met Doctor Fu. The man was a genius in his own right, although she doubted his integrity. In a dog-eat-dog world, how much can one man really care about humanity? However, his plan -- as crazy as it may be -- was the only way to reset the demise of humanity. It was the only way to reset her past. 

This is why she’s here, laying on this chair and screaming in pain as the very fabric of her existence gets pulled apart and then reassembled somewhere else. It takes her two days to find the doctor she’s looking for. Félix Agreste, while known in the academic world, is surprisingly hard to track down. She manages it though, after all, she has to. When he gets out of whatever talk he was doing, she’s perched on the hood of his car, ragged look and all. Her long hair is pulled back, but a few strands fall into her face as she messes with them. 

Bridgette spots him before he spots her. Her fingers drop to the watch, holding it tightly as it presses into the palm of her hand. “Doctor Félix Agreste?” She calls, her voice firm and confident. 

[ladibugs2]

tale as old as time

→ @badluckpersonified 

A sense of direction wasn’t really in Bridgette’s skill set; no, she viewed getting lost as simply part of the fun. However, she’d never foreseen ending up where she is now. There’s a hulking beast lurking around this ancient castle, a strange winter, and talking furniture. It’s certainly an adventure, although she wouldn’t exactly use ‘ fun ‘ to describe it. 

She’s been in this place for a few weeks now, and while the room is certainly better than the prison cell, she can’t help but feel trapped. The furniture -- Claude and Allegra in particular -- have begged her to stay. There’s a particular coat hanger that blocks her way quite often as well. By now, she’s gotten familiar with a few of the rooms, spending most of her days either in her personal room or the ballroom or in the main sitting room. However, the majority of the castle remains a mystery to her. That is, partically, because she can’t seem to shake the underlying fear when she considers the Beast. Perhaps this is why, after making the comment in an off-hand manner to Claude, she’s now sitting across from him at the dinning room table as the dishes serve them dinner. 

Bridgette picks up her fork, holding it delicately in her hand as she watches him, her head tilting to the side just slightly. After too much silence has lapsed, she begins to speak. “I’d like to explore the gardens.” Her tone is direct, too the point, and doesn’t leave any room for the Beast to deny her. 

[ladibugs2]

This entire town wants to kill me, so I owe them nothing. -screwthischatimout

→ said during d&d starter meme [ accepting ] 

→ @screwthischatimout

Bridgette was surprised by the harsh tone to his words. She watched his profile with a slightly confused expression, wondering how they got into this conversation in the first place. She didn’t want to derail it though, as it was probably beneficial for Félix. After a moment of consideration, Bridgette spoke in response. 

“How do you figure that?”