#ladybug wtf

[awkwardmiraculousphotos]

When you try to make your friend to feel better but you do just the opposite

[tahciram]

OK BUT LADYBUG JUST LET HIM FALL FROM A FUCKING BUILDING AND INTO THE RIVER

[ladybug-petervi]

"Actually, lions are a matriarchal society," Ladybug remarked to the vacant wall beside him, as if responding to something it'd said. His head quirked faintly to one side, jagged nails scraping dried blood off of the only knife he had. A flashlight was held between his knees, the beam of light pointed upwards to illuminate the blade whilst he cleaned. It cast a dark shadow across his mask, and dimly lit the area around him enough to show just how filthy his floor was--it seemed he'd cleaned the floor around him, too, leaving a perfect halo of dingy brown floorboards to frame his hunched, crouching figure.

"A small wonder they m-made the lion in Wizard of Oz so frightened.. no lioness around to boss him."

His fingers traced the edge of the blade, dulled from too many uncaring uses and not nearly enough sharpenings. If he sharpened the blade at all, he'd assured himself, it would mean he really wanted to kill rather than trying to just be a better person like the bots appeared to be; henceforth, he'd never sharpened it at all. Ever. It barely even did its job anymore, but he still used it, stubborn as ever and trapped in the confines of his own map of "fine lines" between a no-good murderer and a decent human being.

"Perhaps we all should learn from lions."