#cursescourged

[maskedmuses-archived]

We need to talk

Closed for @cursescourged​

It was not supposed to ever happen. Not like this. 

Another Akuma had been hot on Adrien Agreste’s tail, a girl who had been a fan of the model who had given in to the negative emotions. There were many reasons that it could have happened, none obvious to the pigtailed girl turned hero as she had merely been a guest for Adrien on his photoshoot. He had extended her the invitation before and each time he had, she always took him up on the offer. 

Before either of them had known it, the victim was turned, encased in a blob of water, flooding the entire park. 

Marinette shifted to Ladybug as soon as she found a small, safe nook to summon out Tikki with. Adrien was still in danger, and encroaching on him. Ladybug leapt into action, staving her off while shielding Adrien and telling him to run. She could hear him trodding off, blue eyes searching for the object inside the watery phantom. Within, she could see a clutched bottle and knew it was the object. The spotted hero needed her partner for the plan that slowly began to tick into place. 

The fight was pushing Ladybug back, yo-yo spinning as water spouted at her, worry beginning to fill in her stomach as she began to glance around for Chat Noir. Her gaze caught an image in the alleyway, her soles digging into the ground as she tried to keep the attack at bay, but what she saw was something that allowed her guard to be let down. A scream escaped her lips as the water finally thrust her back, sending her flying back as her yo-yo ricocheted and recoiled back into her hand. For a moment, she was certain she was going to impact against something, wide eyes shutting tight. 

The picture of Adrien, pressed up against the way, talking to something small and black beside him before he began thrusting his fist forward, a cry issuing out from him. The white shirt coating with something else, the application of a layer of black against his frame had been etched into her mind. 

Adrien was Chat Noir.

[buganella-blog]

Continued  @cursescourged 

“Isn’t it risky to love someone you can’t see through, at all?” She mused, arms still crossed but her face is way less distressed. “Besides-” Ladybug paused, stepping closer to said mirror “She’s probably already taken, look at her.”

[cursedgoth]

Cont / X

Her phone had not quited making a tantrum until given attention and now that Juleka responded, she had no idea what was wrong. To have the sudden envy, to call her in such an hour, it must be drastic. 

Secrets?, she paused, remaining sat in bed, active phone in grasp & listening to what was voiced from the latter individual, behind the cellphone. 

‘‘You know that there’s no way i will go around gossiping it out’’, she’d rather perish than admit any secrets divulged by others. But still, whatever it had to be, from a phone to another, it would not appear utterly convincing. 

‘‘But like, there’s no rush too. If you’d rather take a deep breath, loosen up beforehand’’, Juleka merely suggested.

@cursescourged

[maskedmuses-archived]

[cursescourged] "Merry Christmas, Marinette!" Adrien held out a neatly wrapped package with a dark navy bow on it to match her hair. Inside was a cute off color red overcoat that was sure to reach just above her knees, along with matching gloves and hat. But underneath those was a brand new sketchbook, for any designs she might come up with. "I hope this year was good to you."

@cursescourged

Marinette had been so excited to see Adrien for Christmas. Although nothing official had bloomed between them, because of their bond with each other and the masks removed, the girl had been planning for his Christmas gift for a while. Her mind had fluttered on routes and ideas of how to meet up with her unmasked partner in the holiday time–Nothing short of literally swinging into his room, but it would be hard to explain should he be out with his father and guardians–but all of them were nullified once the doorbell rang and the boy was standing outside her door, offering her a gift.

“Adrien!” She exclaimed, ushering him in out of the cold, welcoming him inside. The glee she had was not well hidden, but she managed to calm herself some, at least enough not to squeak or do too much in front of anyone else around. Although, in the foyer, it was only the two of them, her parents tending to some things in the kitchen and were far away from the guest in their home.

But the box was placed in her hand, and she opened it slowly, revealing the coat, gloves, and hat. A small hesitation was apparent, she looking over the colors for a moment, realizing why he had chosen the off red for her. Of course he would now, but she felt for a moment as if it was too obvious of a show of who she was. Yet, within a moment, the thoughts were dismissed. 

Adrien had given her this because he knew she would love it. 

Pulling it out, she held it up against herself, almost modeling it off before him for a moment before smiling brightly. “It’s beautiful, Adrien! It feels so warm too, oh, I’m going to absolutely wear it the next time I go out!” Whether that was as Marinette or Ladybug was unclear, but most likely as both. 

As she pulled out the gloves, she saw the thick covered sketchbook, smiling brightly as she held that to her chest as well. “This is perfect! Mine was running out, and this one gives me way more space to work with. It’s just what I wanted!” Marinette cheered, giving a giggle for a moment before putting them down on the table. 

There was a brief moment where she moved in, as if to hug him, but paused for a moment, sheepish on it. “A-ah, wait here! I have a gift for you too.” Taking a half step back instead, she held up her arms, as if to assure him to stay put before darting into the other room for a moment. 

Marinette had placed the gifts with the rest by the tree, and within seconds, she had returned with a box wrapped in green, shimmering paper, and a red bow to accent it away from Chat Noir’s colors. Offering it to him, Marinette swallowed some as she looked down at the present rather into his green eyes that peered on her. “It’s…not much, and I’m sure you have plenty more, but I… I thought you would like these.”

Inside the box were hand knit soft blue gloves and a sweater, each the same color as the scarf she had tried to give him for his birthday. Under the larger sweater, a CD was placed with a cover that had the image of two hamsters, one red, one green, staring up at the stars. An image she had made special for this gift. On the back were hand written titles to songs that were on the disc. A mixtape that had made her think of him. 

[lckychrmed-blog]

❝ Minou, you know I think I liked you better as an actual black cat the akuma turned you into earlier. ❞  // @cursescourged

[cursedgoth]

Cont / X

Creative?, she wasn’t sure how bottling things up, for the most part, was artistic or even helpful. 

‘‘Uhhh..’’, having no reply to this, it was disregarded completely. 

Amber hue shifted to some noticeable violet bangs, ‘’i guess it is, thanks’’, she was not one to think highly of herself, wheter by appearance or personality wise.

@cursescourged

[cursedgoth]

🔦[from cursescourged]

Send “🔦” for our muses to be caught in a power outage!. // Accepting. At first, lights on the ceiling, were fine but seconds afterwards, all went black, atleast the windows had no curtains so some light effect could go past the glassy surfaces. Sat at her usual spot in class, Juleka blinked in mild confusion, there was no storm nor rain outside, to suddenly cause a blackout. Did the lighting systems shut down by accident?, was it someone's prank?. She'd remain seated, hearing Ms.Bustier tell some students to calm down and things were certainly going to be checked out with such an incident.

[motherlypaon]

“…I’m scared of the storm … can I sleep with you?” [from cursescourged: child!adrien o:]

PARENT & CHILD INTERACTIONS MEME. // Accepting.“…I’m scared of the storm … can I sleep with you?”.She stood in the kitchen area, having just finished a fresh glass of water before hearing the very voice of her son. ''Oh dear, mom is here now. Of course, you can'', soothing words would reach to her precious child as Emilie walked over to pick up Adrien, in a comforting demeanor. ''I'm here for you, let's go to bed'', she'd spoke, lessening the worries he had in regard to the storm out there.