Desillusionistte
Since my motivation to create is very low at the moment, and my writing progress is at snail pace, here's a "what-if" oneshot I wrote not long after posting/writing (I don't remember the order) Trickster's chapter 19 (spoiler for that ahead, by the way) in which Trixx doesn't find Tikki on time and Félix is akumatized.
This was written very long ago, like I said, so it doesn't exactly reflect my current style that well (some months ago isn't that long? It is for my dog fox brain!)
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He opened his eyes.
His left hand clawed at his right arm and his back was curled like he was in pain.
But he wasn't in pain.
He stretched his limbs, clenching and unclenching his right hand, covered in a black glove. With a sleigh movement, the wand fell on an open palm.
It was silver with the tip curled like a foxtail.
He mildly wondered if Hawkmoth knew what it used to be.
Speaking of... where was Hawkmoth? Didn't they have some kind of mental connection now? Shouldn't he be able to feel the other's presence or something like that? Akumas sometimes seemed to be talking with someone when a butterfly outline hovered over their faces, why hadn't Hawkmoth contacted him yet?
The akuma scoffed.
That man could take his precious time if he wanted. Being ordered around by a delusional fool didn't sound appealing in the slightest. With his record, going off without him rattling in his ear would definitely be more effective than anything the bird-brain came up with.
He tilted his head to the few students wandering in the corridors. No one noticed him. No one knew his existence.
He grinned. In previous experiences, that was a huge advantage.
His wand enlarged into a scepter with a gold tip. It glowed as he touched it on his own head. He conjured images of a tall boy with pale blond hair, grey vests, and blue-grey eyes.
When he looked at himself, that was the skin that covered his frame. It didn't feel right, but it would attract less attention than silver hair and foxes' ears and tail.
He put the wand away again and stepped into the corridor, dozens of thoughts invading his mind as he passed more students.
Hopes, dreams, fantasies, delusions.
They could be brought to life and they couldn't tell what was real or not, or they could be stripped from their minds until reality crushed them to pieces.
Desillusionistte smirked.
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I also designed him and passed way too much time thinking about his power and how being akumatized when Hawkmoth wasn't around would affect him and might do a spin-off for this scenario, but I gotta finish the main fic first, we're already in the finishing line, I need to gather my energy for that then focus on other projects later.