#lucky-ladybug

[thcbuilder-blog]

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WHAt.IS.HAPPENING?! WHY ARE YOU EVEN?! HOW?! YOU AMAZING PERSON! THANK YOU!!!!!

[panglossiann-blog]

@lucky-ladybug

               [ϫ] —  Dusky evening, a ridiculous hour to barge in at, probably, Raymond had slung his rifle to his armor belt and jammed his thumb into the elevator’s call button (he’s amazed it doesn’t clack and crumble or pop off at his touch out of old age).

Danse, from what he can tell, doesn’t value sleep as some people normally do. It’s an infectious feeling, built up from years at war where bombs go off in the silence when they’re just trying to find peace. A bad habit of more than a handful of soldiers, both back in the bad old days and home on the Prydwen where noise buckles through the bunk space anyway. So he might just be lucky, and still catch him on guard.

So his thoughts go, trying not to feel guilty for the early hours when the elevator doors ding open.

But his thoughts stop there.

He doesn’t recognize, midnight hair and tender face on the girl he nearly walks into, in folksy clothing that doesn’t do well for the Commonwealth hardships. They look almost lightweight and downright homely, a show of a now divine attentiveness and protection — or just plain naivety.

He opens his mouth to ask the questions ‘who’ and ‘what’, and actually gets an alarming answer from his own head. No way, surely....not this kind if ‘resort’?

It stops him asking all together.

               “—Sorry. I didn’t think anybody else would’ve...” Known about this place, known about Danse. A twinge of hurt, there, “—Sorry”

He sidesteps, tries not to look like he’s just an an image sullied for him. He’s just worrying too much.

[cursedgoth]

While it was the first time she really stepped into the bakery that was owned by Marinette’s parents, Juleka hoped not to be questioned on her appearance in here. Although, thinking it might occur, the goth just went a little near the ravenette in the store, ‘’hey, uh, Marinette’’.

@lucky-ladybug

[yourtriangularrulerofweird-blog]

“Why would you do that?”

“Well....I was in need of you not being in my general area and attempting to stop me from breaking into that house.”

[malchanceuxchatnoir]

"What happened?"

Send “What happened?” for your muse to find mine in or on the verge of tears.

“huh?” Crap. He hadn’t meant for anyone to find him. He wasn’t supposed to be crying, not right now. Hell, he wasn’t supposed to be out right now, but here he was, in an alley way trying not to cry his heart out because someone had seen it fit to check this exact alleyway. 

It was just his luck right? After all, he was Chat Noir. 


@lucky-ladybug

[saltytomate-blog]

My url if it's okay ♡ UuU

nO LONGER ACCEPTING

my opinion on;

character in general: i love my spotted child?? honestly?? precious heroine that i could literally get myself into trouble so that i can be saved by her. marinette is a great character and im pretty sure many can agree with me too. sure, she has her flaws but that’s part of what makes her human and relatable.how they play them: really good tbh. i mean there’s a lot of ladybug blogs out there and everyone has a different portrayal of the said character but overall i really enjoy reading your rps, you seem to have a good grasp of your character so props to you.the mun: we never interacted much but hey if you’re someone who likes marinette enough to rp as her, then im pretty sure you’re a cool person.

do i;

follow them: yeprp with them: not yet i thinkwant to rp with them: sure! it’d be funship their character with mine: ;’) nathanette 2k16

what is my;

overall opinion: im sorry i don’t really have much to say but from what i have seen so far, you look like you’re running a great blog and you’re an amazing rper :) i hope that we can interact more often in the future ;’)

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty.

[malchanceuxchatnoir]

[[Good luck on the ride! Hope you have safe travels!]]

(( thank you! I’ve made it to the station I have to transfer at safe and sound, so hopefully the rest of the trip should go without a hitch!

[fatedchosen]

@lucky-ladybug

It was a good thing Chat Noir stood consistently in a good humor, or he may deflate into a skin flap of what proud vision he originally possessed with each strike his Lady rendered him! Oh, woe his heart, the physical apparition of his self existing as the verbal punching bag for her quips, but he could take it, he could take it! He would take it, and he would prove to her he was more than simply a chatty, egotistical kitty!

He did, more than once, shifting to become her shield, to stand at her back, to protect her just as surely as she protected him! They were a team, a equalizer, ensuring that slack was pulled forever taut, no matter which end of the spectrum it must be encouraged to lead. To the light, or the shadow?

He proved during that moment he could be serious when the situation called for it.

Who would have thought Chat was capable of those frown lines, that serious flash reflecting behind such vivid green eyes?

It only took her command once to set him into action. It wasn’t the best method of approach with injuries like hers, but it was the only one if they both wanted to make it out with the skin on their backs still intact. He had very nice skin, thanks, he wished for it to remain exactly where he left it.

He knew it hurt her to move, but he hadn’t a choice.

He held her as securely as he could manage, his body swift, fluid in motion, obstacles seemed only an irritation rather than anything that might impede his travel. Chat could fly in almost every sense of the word but the absolute literal, the long strides of his tall, lean frame assisting him in making incredible leaps and bounds, even with the burden of his Lady in his arms.

He moved fast, the enemy hot on their trail. 

Hawk Moth knew what he was doing, despite his past failures. It didn’t mean each and every victory they clenched was easy to secure. Those he targeted with the tainted Akuma enhanced the emotion within the hearts of the victims, bringing them alive to face as though they were humanoid versions of that very thing themselves.

There was pure, unhindered rage standing behind them, rage at a world they felt had terribly wronged them. Although the innocent behind the newly forged mask would never have reacted so aggressively, the Akuma made it so….

This guy wasn’t as flamboyant as Pigeon head, he was… PISSED, like a red hot fire gone out of control!

The good thing about ‘Chats’ were their ability to find tiny places to scurry into. They were almost as good as their little mouse prey, wiggling out of sight into dark holes one might never even consider to look. It was in a place like that that he brought his Lady, breathless, inhaling deep lungfuls of air he could use to replenish what had been lost in the mad, mad dash.

“I have to go back out there.” He gently lay her propped against an opposing wall, hand on her face, worry reflected boldly in his eyes. “Where are you hurt, my Lady?”