#akumatized tikki

[airi-p4]

Destroyer

-Miraculous Ladybug mini Fan comic-

EDIT: Added some pages. 

Next here: https://airi-p4.tumblr.com/post/189046332501/destroyer-miraculous-ladybug-mini-fan-comic

[in-the-gardens-of-inspiration]

Here's a crappy, mobile-edited sneak peek at what I'm tentatively calling 'razing pyres'

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An answer she hoped wasn't the case.

An answer she dared to hope wasn't the truth.

An answer that she, in her deepest heart, knew to be true, and a truly bad thing.

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With no kwami, there was no Ladybug. With Luck and Creation corrupted who knew how the tide of battle would fare? Cat Noir alone wouldn't be enough, the empowered boy was just that, the powered-up avatar of a primordial force... Would a hero like Rena Rouge be enough to help Cat?

Marinette'a panic grew. She knew she had to be fast and find Fu before the corrupted Tikki would. She shuddered, dispelling the thought, it would be ruinous if the dark kwami found the Guardian before she did.

[airi-p4]

Destroyer

-Miraculous Ladybug mini Fan comic- 

PART 2 - END

BONUS PAGE: https://airi-p4.tumblr.com/post/189193483601/destroyer-miraculous-ladybug-mini-fan-comic

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[blackdayoff]

Hey~ was overthinking AU concepts & this came up

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[in-the-gardens-of-inspiration]

razing pyres [parts 5 + 6]

The library doors rattled and shook as whatever was on the other side crashed against it, trying to knock the doors inwards. Around the room, students were huddled in front of shelves, under tables, and as Adrien swept his gaze around, he saw Alix laying on top of a book shelf languidly in spite of the atmosphere of terror around her, teasing at an absolutely freaked out Kim.

Whatever was outside rammed itself into the doors again, sending a fine dusting of plaster down, and making several people yelp in fright. There was a bellow outside, and the doors got battered. A cracking noise was heard and before long, with a roar of triumph what looked to be a minotaur broke into the library.

From her place barnacled onto his arm, Adrien heard Chloe frantically calling her father, and for a moment Adrien was worried, what would happen if Mayor Bourgeois picked up? As if sensing the rising fear in the room, the giant bull-man began stalking around, steps shaking shelves, and Adrien could see Alix looking considerably less smug from her perch.

A low cackle made many whip their heads around to the door, and those many pale. Adrien too, turned, and too, paled; standing between two massive ligers was an inhumanly tall and beautiful woman. "Ah, Asterion dear, I had thought that was you..." She all but purred at her monster. The minotaur, Asterion, huffed and spoke in a deep, gravelly timbre to his mother, "I did what you commanded, shall I handle the rest?" The akuma- for she could be nothing else- leaned against her trident, a gentle amusement colouring her features, "No dear, you've done well, I think Sekhmet and Kali would appreciate doing something too." The two ligers growled their assent and prowled forwards, keeping some distance between them.

At that moment Chloe got  through to her father, and began to loudly talk to him about how another akuma is attacking the school, Ladybug and Chat Noir, her BFFs, were MIA and- she shrieked, as one of the ligers materialized beside her, and Adrien shot a quick glace to his other side, sure enough, the other liger was there. In a deft swoop, the cats separated Chloe from him and scruffed the both of them, dragging the pair before their mistress, kicking and screaming in the case of Chloe.

Nino grimaced, Alya, bless her heart, looked half-terrified, half-exhilarated, and quite like she wanted to race off after the (very) smug akuma that had nabbed the two blondest, richest kids in their class. That would have been difficult under the best of circumstances, given that they group had a decent, almost 20 minute, head start on them. Nino would like to add that the evil, evil looking harpy guarding the door did not add to his 'best case scenario' list. Created by the tall, terrifying akuma, the harpy she dubbed Minerva, seemed far to happy at the prospect of drawing blood from her quarry.

"Nino.." Alya hissed, trying not to garner their warden's attention, "Where do you think Ladybug and Cat Noir are? It's not like them to not be here already..." He gave her a look, "Who says they aren't dealing with the akuma as we speak?" Alya was surprisingly smug for a person in a potentially dangerous hostage situation. "The time frame, mostly. See, 'cause usually one or both have done something that disrupts the akuma; I'm fairly sure that hasn't happened yet." She... she had a point, as loathe as he was to admit it, her superhero stalking came in kinda handy at times like this. 

Alya felt perturbed. As Rena she could do something! If only Ladybug or Trixx were here... She could help- draw the akuma's attention while the school got away, or create illusions of Chloe and Adrien, the akuma's prey! She groaned, feeling restless, helpless, hopeless.

At the noise, the harpy perked and whirled around. Sanguine, raptor eyes peering around the room, analyzing its occupants, marking her targets. Minerva moves quietly, menacingly towards a cowering Rose and Juleka. "My my," her voice is low too, smoky with a dangerous, predatory quality, "What pretty chickies you are, my dears..." And she doesn't get closer than three feet to the petrified girls when Alix, crazy, ballsy, brave, Alix throws herself off of her bookcase perch. With a squawk that Alya thinks she'll never forget, the harpy is unbalanced, and Max and Nathaniel are free to herd the girlfriends away from the, well, harpy.

That brave, stupid, courageous move wasn't without its own cost. Minerva dragged the pink haired girl to her, digging talons that just miss skin, and the bird-woman snarls, a nasty look on her face. Alya's heart leaps to her throat as Alix braces her forearms in front of her face, ducking her head, preparing for the worst.

[in-the-gardens-of-inspiration]

razing expectations

It's a teaser for razing pyres part 7(?)

//I'm getting around to posting the chaps on Tumblr, honest//

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Fu caught her expression, shaking his head. "It will not be easy. No other miraculous is quite like the Ladybug." Marinette had to try to hide her unease- that- that sounded as ominous as the commotion in the streets did- did she hear Officer Raincomprix shouting?

Bolting over to the window provided the visual that yes. Officer Raincomprix ead standing atop a car. Using his favoured megaphone to try and berate the swaggering akuma.

She spotted Chloe the same time that her father did, and had to watch as the akuma's face twisted as she raised her trident.

With a swirling gesture, she summoned a pair of towering jet skeletons, and pointed them forward. Right at the Mayor and Officer Raincomprix.

....

Her voice was shaky. "T-that's all the more reason to hurry back, and try and fix things right? H-how am I- how are we supposed to purify the akuma now?"

[in-the-gardens-of-inspiration]

razing pyres parts 1-3

                                     cross-posted on my ff.net and ao3

It's that same thing again, seems like everyone else thinks 'ooh, you can't possibly know what she's gone through!' It's absolutely fine for her to be petty, callous, cruel, downright narcissistic, but the second I dare to do well by others, 'no, you can't do that, that's not fair to them!!' Well, please, make up your mind, what can and can't I do, oh do tell me. By now I'm seething, so done with people today, I barely take notice that I've begun walking home, ignoring people shouting after me, and focusing on what I can feel of Tikki's warm presence.

By the time I'm walking through the bakery doors, I'm no longer radiating rage and loathing towards people, and I stiltedly greet my parents and retreat upstairs. As soon as I'm in my room, I let Tikki out of my purse and lay down in bed, "Oh Marinette..." The little god sighed, and flew up to nuzzle herself into the crook of my neck, "What should I do Tikki? I- I'm not s-sure what I should do anymore.." The kwami made cooed softly, and leaned in towards me a little more. I gazed down towards her with misty eyes, "Thank you for being here with me Tikki..."

The kwami and hero spoke softly for the better part of an hour, before Marinette fell into an emotionally exhausted sleep with the turmoil of her day catching up with her. The little god looked suspiciously around, waiting for the other shoe to drop, waiting for Hawk Moth to take advantage of her partner. Finally deeming it safe enough to drift over to Marinette's desk, Tikki sat down heavily beside the girl's open sewing box, which lay on top of a sketch of a ribbon accessory for something. Tikki picked up a fairly sized sewing needle that lay apart from the rest, and moved to push it back into the tomato shaped pin cushion. As she did so, so lost in thought, she failed to notice the aura of tainted magic fill the air as an akuma winged through the skylight above Marinette.

The barely-sentient magic butterfly hesitated as it hovered; there were two possibilities for it to serve its master.. but who? The one that had called it's master in the first place had seemed to calm, but the other.... The other was just beginning to get unhappy, downright angry, and called to the akuma with promises of power, fulfilling that which its master sought. In a split second it made its choice, and fluttered on silent wings down to the desk.

The little cosmic being sat there, consumed by her thoughts, gazing at the metal needle between her paws, not noticing the corrupted magic settle itself onto and into the needle she held, nor the mask of energy crowning her. "It's sad that no-one appreciates what she does, isn't it? Don't you want to be able to help her, Durga, that one so precious to you? Help her feel appreciated by her foolish peers?" With deep conviction, Tikki nodded, "Good," the villain crooned to his newest pawn, "Good, Durga, you may call me Hawk Moth. You know what I seek in return for power?" The kwami chuckled rather darkly, "The miraculouses of the Ladybug and Black Cat, yes, Hawk Moth, I know what you seek. When I get my vengeance, the heroes will come. When they do, you will be repaid." Tikki rose in the air, magic flashing around her form, changing from the small size of a kwami, to the stature of a goddess. The now-woman smirked wickedly, looking at herself. Tall, dark and ethereally beautiful, bedecked in crimson and blood red robes, black skulls dotted across the drapey fabric, the crowned Durga stood proud, a gleaming ranseur standing a head shorter than her, tarnished steel flashing in the afternoon light.

Stepping lightly, with grace belying her size, the statuesque dark goddess moved up to her charge. Running the back of a stiletto-like nail down the sleeping girl's cheek, Durga crooned again, feeling the last remnants of that sweet, light, creation magic twine around her changed power. With a feather-light kiss to the forehead, the goddess was on the hunt, and her former avatar slept, unaware as of yet to the seal, and unbeknownst, creation magic warring with the destruction magic seeking to absorb it.

Marinette twitched in her sleep, before jolting upright. Something not unlike Hawk Moth's twisted magic had been near or around her- and she wasn't an akuma? She took stock of herself and her surroundings: she was back at home, she had her phone, her purse and bookbag, she heard her mother humming as she finished the soup Tom had started early in the morning, she heard birdsong, and- and screaming. There was an Akuma somewhere. "Tikki?" She recieved no answer, and the unsettled feeling intensified, "Tikki?" She tried again, "Are you alright?" Again she recieved no verbal answer, but that air of forboding clouding her room seemed to, maybe, point at a single answer.

An answer she hoped wasn't the case. An answer she dared hope wasn't true An answer that she knew in her deepest heart, was a truly bad thing.

With no kwami, there was no Ladybug. With Luck and Creation corrupted, who knew how the tide of battle would fair? Chat Noir alone wouldn't be enough, the empowered boy was just that, a powered-up avatar of a primordial force.

Marinette's panic grew, and she knew she had to be fast and find Fu before the akumatized Tikki did.

Durga stared down in triumph, those pathetic children were still at school, and were easily cornered, boxed in. A little luck for her, misfortune for them, that the windows and doors rusted shut. Waving her ranseur, she conjured a pair of snarling ligers and an abyssally dark minotaur made of crackling red and black energy, "Kali, Sekhmet, Asterion... Bring me those that I desire vengeance upon!" And she thrust her arm down, bringing the tip of the spear to the middle of courtyard beneath her. "Seek, my children, and bring them before me!" She cackled as the ants fled, right into her trap. "Chloe Bourgeois, Adrien  Agreste.... Soon, you will know what you have wrought upon yourselves..."

Her energy creations leapt into action, roaring and bellowing. The fleeing students found no respite, with the doors and windows refusing to open. The minotaur stomped around the first floor, while his sisters sowed chaos on the floors above, all three beings bringing doors off of the hinges, and causing panic among the trapped school.

Unfortunately for them, at the time, Mme Bustier's class had been confined in the Library, for now unassailed by Durga's forces. But they could hear the screams of terror, and could only imagine what happened to the unfortunate souls who'd faced her wrath.

Adrien grimaced as Chloe tightened her grip on his arm; all around him, he saw the resigned expressions of his peers, his teacher. Right now there was no Ladybug, no Chat Noir. He couldn't exactly duck away and transform, not with there being people in the library.