#how has this gosh darn cat killed so many people

[quintaviouslydevious]

|| ATTENTION ||

THE DEPARTMENT OF THEORETICAL SCIENCES, MAIN NEW YORK STATE FACILITY (Utica, New York), HAS DECLARED AN EMERGENCY. (Level 4 - Multiple dead and injured; significant casualties)

LOCKDOWN IS CURRENTLY IN EFFECT UNTIL REINFORCEMENTS ARRIVE. PROCEED TO EMERGENCY SHELTERS AND / OR BUNKERS.

REASON(S) FOR STATE OF EMERGENCY AND LOCKDOWN:

UNKNOWN AND UNAUTHORIZED LIFE FORM DETECTED IN SECTOR A. (Administrative) AUTOMATIC SECURITY ASSISTANCE SIGNAL SENT TO DEFENSE WING PER PROTOCOL.

MULTIPLE INJURED AND DEAD PERSONNEL DETECTED IN SECTOR A. (Administrative)

CASUALTY REPORT:

[39] LIFE SIGNS FROM LIFESIGN AND HEALTH MONITORING BRACELETS HAVE CEASED (Malfunction and / or loss of life) IN SECTOR A1. (Administrative - Lobby)

[23] LIFESIGN AND HEALTH MONITORING BRACELETS REPORTING CRITICAL INJURY (Hemorrhage via large wound, concussions, major fractures, GSW’s, etc.) IN SECTOR A. (Administrative)

[54] LIFESIGN AND HEALTH MONITORING BRACELETS REPORTING MODERATE INJURY IN SECTOR A. (Administrative)

[51] LIFESIGN AND HEALTH MONITORING BRACELETS REPORTING MILD INJURY (Minor cuts, bruising, etc.) IN SECTOR A. (Administrative)

AUTOMATIC MEDICAL ASSISTANCE SIGNAL SENT TO MEDICAL WING AND TOPSIDE EMERGENCY RESPONDERS PER PROTOCOL. IF YOU ARE SUFFERING FROM AN INJURY:

Make your way to the nearest medical facility.

If not possible, wait for assistance - Your bracelet will automatically transmit your location to Security and Medical staff, along with on-site local authorities, such as police and first responders.

If there is an intruder, find a hiding spot. If this is not possible or you are found, either run or, if you have a weapon, such as a sidearm, attack them.

AUTOMATIC RESULTS FROM PROVIDED DATA:

POSSIBLE ATTACK ON DOTS FACILITY. AUTOMATIC SECURITY ASSISTANCE SIGNAL SENT TO DEFENSE WING AND TOPSIDE POLICE / SWAT UNITS PER PROTOCOL. AUTOMATIC LOCKDOWN ENFORCED PER PROTOCOL. (Automatic lockdowns can be overridden by Wing Directors and other authorized personnel.)

NOTE:

SIGNAL LOSS FROM [OrionOS] IN SECTOR A. (Administrative) ALL STATED DATA COLLECTED AT [9:32 AM, Eastern Standard Time.] PLEASE CONTACT MAINTENANCE TECHNICIAN TEAM ALPHA TO RE-ESTABLISH CONNECTION AND COLLECT UP-TO-DATE DATA FROM SECTOR A. (Administrative)

PHOTO ABOVE CAPTURED FROM VIDEO BUFFER BEFORE ORIONOS DISCONNECT PER PROTOCOL. IF DANGEROUS PERSON(S) ARE PRESENT IN IMAGE, AVOID AT ALL COSTS AND REPORT SIGHTINGS TO SECURITY WING AND AUTHORITIES.

#this is a joke #my poor attempt at a joke #joke post #unfiction #cat #how has this happened #how has this gosh darn cat killed so many people #who let this happen #who let this cat in #who is responsible for this

[meowzfordayz]

fear of being touched/initiating contact

Author’s Note: something ‘bout thunder and lightning. ⚡️

fear of being touched/initiating contact

Agatsuma Zenitsu x Reader

Word Count: ~1,000

CW: traumatic references

Emergency Request Fulfilled: Hiya, T!

I’m feelin a lil yucky bc my boundaries were carelessly crossed again :/

Can I request a pick me up hcs/fic?

Kamaboko squad in which reader has a big fear of being touched by people they don’t trust, and it’s them being very jumpy and shaky when their touched at first, but eventually they initiate the contact.

If hcs are too much for you, then either Tanjiro or Zenitsu! :)

Thank you so much for your emergency services ❤️❤️

~faqs~

First thing that comes to mind ??

How gosh darn touchy he is 😆

—Not necessarily even romantically

—Srsly: pls recall all the times he’s gripped onto Tanjirou’s haori — after and before they were well acquainted 🙃

And how that wouldn’t initially go over very well considering he’d just met you

Trust = Nonexistent

Ooh

Imagine running into him, Inosuke, and Tanjirou during a torrential downpour ?? 

Lightning, thunder, high speed winds — the works ⛈

And poor Zenitsu instinctively clings to you the moment another rumble passes through bc why would he cling to his companions when you’re so fricking pretty ??, eyes comically wide as he whimpers lowly, face scrunched almost as tight as your uniform in his hands, too engrossed in his own fear to notice how startled, uncomfortable, you are

“Um,” you swallow thickly, wincing Who are you? noticing his sheathed sword Another slayer? glancing upward at Inosuke (splashing puddles with intent to kill) and Tanjirou (aghast at how immediately Zenitsu attached himself to you) Three slayers?

There’s no way he can hear you amidst the aggressive deluge of cats and dogs lmao don’t mind me #it’s raining cats and dogs

“Could- Could you- Could you please. Please. Let go,” you whisper hopelessly

He lets go

He heard me?

“TANJIIIROOUUU,” he whines loudly, already hurrying to latch onto his next victim, “PROTECT MEEEEE.”

Something tells me he’d be hard pressed to seek comfort in Inosuke 💀

You stand drenched, intrigued, shivering; observing the sheepish movements of the maroon haired slayer as he awkwardly pats the quivering blonde’s shoulder; thick droplets collecting at the edges of their clothing; faint squelching barely audible as you step closer

“There, there Zenitsu, it’s just a little sto-”

“THERE’S NOTHING LITTLE ABOUT THIS STORM !!!!!” 😭

Fast forwarding bc this would take forever and a day to write if I went into detail for every friendship-relationship building encounter heh

While first impressions are important, they certainly aren’t a be all, end all — Zenitsu epitomizing this

—Bc how many of us were lowkey (highkey?) irritated by Zenitsu originally? 😶

—Only for him to grow on us ~eventually 🤗

I hc that he has a fantastic memory?

So he remembers your reaction to his physical proximity, and he doesn’t repeat the same mistake

Doesn’t continue to disrespect your boundary — doesn’t derive any joy, any pleasure, in discomforting you

Let go you’d asked him, borderline terrified, subconsciously cracking his heart

There’s a special kind of pain reserved for hurting someone you’d never meant/wanted to hurt, and Zenitsu def felt it (that pain)

As you get to know him (as well as Inosuke and Tanjirou, ofc) better, you unearth pleasant surprises: like finding another pink Starburst at the bottom of the bag 💖; finding your favorite shirt clean and ready to wear even tho you can’t remember washing it #thanks past me 😌; looking up at the sky on a random evening, and realizing just how gorgeous the stars are 🌌

That’s how getting to know Zenitsu feels

He’s super attentive, silently, smoothly, navigating your aversion to touch

Putting your bowl on the table instead of handing it to you

Demonstrating stances and maneuvers from a polite distance

Giving you a thumbs up vs a high five

Sometimes he wonders if he goes a bit overboard; A pat on the back can’t be ~too harmful? he muses

Nonetheless, he refrains from any unnecessary (and really, practically all touch is unnecessary) contact

Explicitly berates Inosuke when he tackles you during training

“But some demons like to get up close!” Inosuke scoffs

“Still, you’re not a demon,” Zenitsu raises a stern eyebrow, “You could ask before shoving someone into the dirt.”

A softer gaze settling on you as Inosuke rolls his eyes, muttering to himself as he sulks away

“Are you okay?” he asks hesitantly, wishing he could help as you smack dust from your uniform

“I’m okay,” you smile gratefully, a tender ball uncurling in your sternum

Truthfully, when training, you understand touch can’t always be avoided

If Boar Head feels like tackling you to the ground, then so be it 

But the care and concern in Zenitsu’s tone—his earnest expression—still soothes you

I didn’t think you noticed me like that you chuckle inwardly, warmth caressing the tips of your ears

Almost reaching to place a light hand on his elbow

Ohmygosh there are endless possibilities for how/why you’d finally initiate contact… 

Zenitsu being injured came to mind, which, is so cute and so sweet and so angst

BUT

I feel like it’d actually be for something small; an intimate, private gesture

Maybe he has crumbs on his face? 🤭

Or starts to trip bc he’s hyper focused on how your arms swing effortlessly—gracefully—as you walk beside him

Orrr you’re sitting on a roof together overlooking a quiet district, a fleeting reprieve from your ongoing mission, clouds gathering overhead ☁️

Even w/o Tanjirou’s extraordinary sense of smell, you can tell rain’s imminent 🌧

And Zenitsu can hear distant crackling, provoking goosebumps along his forearms 🌩

You’re reluctant to seek shelter, however, content in the lull of solitude, of company — in a rare semblance of normal

Well, as normal as sitting on a roof w/ a katana can be 🤪

“It’s going to storm,” Zenitsu murmurs

“I know,” you shrug, something tentative—genuine—etched into the curve of your brows, “It’s beautiful.”

It is teehee me being cliche af Zenitsu exhales, your radiance framed perfectly by the surrounding grey, “You want to stay outside.”

He swears he just about topples off the roof at the sight of your bashful grin, “I do. We just…”

We never feel this peace he finishes wordlessly, nodding firmly, “Alright. We’ll stay outside.”

“You can go!”

Because you know he’s afraid of storms

Afraid of thunder

Afraid of lightning

“No I can’t,” he frowns

You’re close—so close—before he even blinks, heat emanating reassuringly from your confident posture, fingertips grazing the top of his hand

“At least let me protect you?”

Any logical rebuttal You’re not a lightning rod! promptly escapes him as your hand gently covers his, palm calloused yet welcoming

Steady

Safe

100% worth the colds you both catch afterwards 🤧

#zenitsu agatsuma #agatsuma zenitsu #zenitsu x reader #agatsuma x reader #headcanons #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer

[the-firebird69]

It would seem that the board ship next door to the max really does not have much of an impact on you morons and the technology is advanced the clans had it but they did not have the unity to create such weaponry and we're tired of this dance you little idiots are doing so I'm going to turn it up here and get rid of the trash it's mind-boggling how awful it is this idiot next door doesn't understand he's going to be kicked out of California and the South because people can't stand him they need things they need it now they don't need some a****** telling them off from a head shop threatening them and threatening them because they want a simple return is the product doesn't represent what is shown and he's not going to use the tire he's going to sell it to you you're going to try and use it and you're going to die using the tire just as we said you're trying to implicate him like you have been any of the gosh darn sheriff and you can't do anything except get yourself killed you're a complete moron you're a moron back when you're working for Arnie you fill up your bike and your brain went all over those stupid Street you're a piece of s*** these people are all messians and their duties they have no clue what they're getting for what they're spending which is nothing don't put any effort in all day long you're a repulsive loser Dave stager we're going to take you to town and take it to task and we are already suing you for this ridiculous show obviously he can't send it back there's no guarantee to get any money at all now he has the product you can't do that with an animal like you she's going to sell it back to you and a decent price and if you don't pay it you won't get it ever and if you plan on the internet with the email sending him messages from Craigslist like you're some sort of high in the sky f****** loser really you don't have hardly anything left from what you had because of your stupid attitude and your dreamy lifestyle you're you're a nobody from start to finish doesn't matter what you have in the middle it's ridiculous you have the psychology of a cat

Thor Freya

I lost tons of stuff sitting here bothering him and I just keep doing it and nobody's stopping me he says

Trump

you should stop yourself are you going to lose the rest of it in your life and really it's going to happen anyways cuz you can't get away with what you've done to me you're a dead man Trump. Up on Titan you're gone that's the last one and the whole list of stops and that's what I require from people who mess around with me you're going to educate people on what's going to destroy them and I'm using you in that fashion either you leave and die or I use you up against your realm that's the choice for people who do what you do you tried to harm me badly many many times you have to leave Tommy f is in the cadre with you you and your band of Mary stupid pricks are going to educate people on what not to do and where to go to leave permanently you're killing your whole race your family and your kind for me you must feel some sort of guilt don't you think

Zues Hera

I sort of get this I don't think I know what I'm doing wrong or what's happening I sort of see something it doesn't matter if I know everybody else does and it is the point tons of people are making fun of me everywhere I go I threaten them I get hit it's a big joke

Trump

It actually is turning into a big joke you are getting your ass kicked and headed to you everywhere you go you're costing my son money and you're sitting there holding money off him like you said we need to take money from this a****** and hand it to me cuz he's putting me in the poor house and I need money. You working for the max and it's not working for them and it's not working for you Trump and you're a fool people are trying to get rid of you now they see how consrernating are needing it is they're trying to do things and they try and send things to you and it's horrible you're like a black hole and all that stuff goes in they're going back and getting it out your people are all dying and you can hardly care at all you're so dumb. You're going up there to pretend you're a vampire and so on you're just a retard but boy you dumb I have to give him credit for putting up with us it's awful and every time I look at it gets worse and he says this is what it's been my whole life it's always been like this the stupid s*** screwing up the trucks cooling system messing with me and the Delta 88 it's screwing around with me at school with the final exam I mean it's always the stupid moron that's probably him who's partner with me not bja and it's true and BJ's going to get rid of you Trump for doing that one thing cuz he was really angry about it and now I know about it and that's kind of an animal thing with him it's better it's more human you're so ridiculous you're a little puke. Her son said that question about the final project at Wentworth it's like a thesis and he was talking out his ass talking about people dying and he should not have now send in mind it's a rebel thing and it really is about safety he's been doing it his whole life this guy from has been telling our son about people getting killed doing things he's a winner this guy wants to use devices in like fight club and come up from nowhere when he's been sitting there trying to make them the whole time and alerted us the whole time he is a moron we're going to torture the s*** out of him. Yeah people are putting you into different body it's not you Trump you shit head

Thor Freya

I'm playing around with you Trump it's really cuz you won't leave you're going to die soon

Zues Hera

Olympus

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 289: Looks Like the Gang’s All Here

Previously on BnHA: Horikoshi was all “you guys don’t really need to know what’s gonna happen to Deku and Shouto right now” and cut away to Toga and Ochako before anyone could get a word in. Skeptic utilized the power of Freak Shounen Coincidence to magically zero in on Ochako and Tsuyu amongst the fleeing crowd. Toga was all “IS THAT OCHAKO” and immediately leaped down to fight them, ignoring Spinner’s heartfelt speeches about Villain Found Family because fight now, hug later!! Down in the streets of some unidentified crumbling city, Ochako was approached by a sweet old lady and was all “I better help this sweet old lady who is definitely not leading me into a trap”, which unfortunately turned out to be poor decision-making on her part. Anyway so now she and Toga are going to throw down. AND ALSO, P.S., BEST JEANIST IS STILL ALIVE, and that doesn’t really have anything to do with anything right now, but BY GOLLY I JUST HAD TO SHOUT IT FROM THE ROOFTOPS.

Today on BnHA: Iida and Hadou are all “is it our turn yet”, and Horikoshi is all “yes”, and so the two of them finally burst onto the scene and are all “hello Shouto, Gigantomachia is on his way, btw do you need help” and so they all get ready to fight Tomura together. Meanwhile in Unnamed Ochako And Toga Fight Town, Toga is all “what’s up Ochako, oh is this the All Might doll Deku gave you, I guess you must like Deku as well, just like me, we truly are the same, btw I can use other people’s quirks now” before she vanishes in a flurry of knives and ambiguity, as mysteriously as she came. So that’s a thing that happened. The chapter ends with Gigantomachia and the League STOMPIN’ ONTO THE SCENE, JUST IN TIME FOR ENDEAVOR TO WAKE UP AND BE ALL “OHHHHH SHIT.” YOU’RE DAMN RIGHT, “OH SHIT.” Finally the pieces are in place for Dabi to reveal his true identity to Hadou and Iida, JUST LIKE WE ALL EXPECTED.

before I start, thank you so much to everyone who sent birthday messages on Wednesday!! I had a good day; my quarantine impulse purchase guitar that I ordered months ago but had been backordered finally arrived, and so now I can do something productive with my time as I continue to while away these months in isolation! not to say that capslocking over fictional characters and their shounen escapades doesn’t also count as being productive lmao. anyways, my fingers hurt so typing is kind of a bitch right now, but I’m having fun still. IF KAMINARI CAN DO IT THEN SO CAN I

anyway so let’s see what mishaps my various catastrophe-prone children are getting up to this week

okay there are several things happening in this panel which I want to comment on

IIDA!!!

HADOU!!!

“some time after” jesus fucking christ though, how long have Deku and the rest actually been fighting?? like it’s absolutely absurd to imagine that they’ve been managing to hold off Tomura for more than a few minutes, and yet everything we’ve seen these last couple of chapters suggests that this is indeed the case. which is just pure insanity tbh. excuse me sir, but I have an emotionally maturing son, a homewrecking grandpa, and a sleep-deprived one-legged platonic husband who are all in DIRE NEED of medical attention just FYI

lastly, I direct your attention to these two cool cats in the background who are both riding on hover surfboards. living it up like it’s Back to the Future. why are there two of them. do they both just happen to have the exact same quirk. what are the odds. ARE THEY TWINS. I want to know everything about them dammit

anyway so Hadou is asking Iida why he’s tagging along, because unlike the others, he can’t fly and is thus vulnerable to Tomura’s attacks and such

well Hadou I’ll have you know that it his DUTY AS THE CLASS PRESIDENT to tag along and THAT’S WHY

oh shit you guys IIDA SAID “FUCK THE LAW”

“plus Bakugou-kun, whom I am not particularly close to, but nonetheless hold nothing personal against!” well uh, kind of a weird distinction to make there bro, but okay. listen everyone, it’s a tense situation; if Iida feels the need to clarify the ins and outs of his interpersonal relationships with each of the people he’s rescuing then please just respect that okay

anyways though have I mentioned how much I fucking love Iida Tenya though you guys. feels like I haven’t mentioned that enough. I LOVE HIM. there

FINALLY

AFTER THREE WHOLE WEEKS WE FINALLY CUT BACK. OH MY GOD. DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW LONG OF A TIME THAT IS TO BE HOLDING YOUR BREATH. [EXHALES]

is it bad that my immediate reaction to this page was A LOT OF LAUGHING, though. fkldlksh this entire situation is SO ABJECTLY TERRIBLE that if I were Shouto I would almost be fighting the urge to look around for a hidden camera at this point. ASHTON KUTCHER WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING HERE. OH THANK GOD, IT WAS ALL JUST A PRANK

anyway so uh. heh. how screwed are we at this point, exactly. oh and also, whose speech bubbles are these. who the fuck would look at this situation and these bleeding children and say “HA!” what kind of monster. just ignore that paragraph right before this one please

OH SHIT, OH SHIT, OH SHIT

TOMURA I CANNOT BELIEVE I’M SAYING THIS, BUT PLEASE LISTEN TO AFO FOR ONCE AND JUST LEAVE

pretty please. we kind of have a situation here. not that I wouldn’t love to see what this icy flamey boi could do if push came to shove, but I also have had just about enough of watching children get maimed for today though

OH SHIT

THE TIMING OF THIS MAKES ABSOLUTELY NO SENSE AT ALL BUT I DO NOT CARE!! THE CAVALRY HAS ARRIVED THANK GOD

“WHAT UP GUYS, WE BROUGHT YOU SOME TERRIBLE NEWS” FKLSHLKHLK

WELL GEE IIDA THANKS SO FUCKING MUCH!!

lmaoooo a wild Lida has been spotted what the fuck is this translation though

I don’t know which is better, the “Lida” (DO YOU EVEN READ THE SERIES BRO), or the “CHRIST” gkfhkg. CLASSIC LIDA

OH SNAP HADOU

sobbing at Manual cradling the still-warm corpse of Gran Torino like a tiny baby khlk;h. BUT ANYWAYS HADOU SAW HER TEACHER ALL BLOODIED UP AND IS READY TO THROW DOWN, YESSSSS, THE MY LADIES ACADEMIA ARC CONTINUES

(ETA: listen you guys, there were many things at the end of this chapter that brought me joy, but perhaps none more than the inclusion of Hadou in the final two page spread looking all serious alongside the Todorokis, as if she has any fucking clue at all wtf is going on slfkhlkhgghsl. what I wouldn’t give to see her and Deku and Iida all making frantic bewildered eye contact at each other throughout the next chapter lmao.)

GOD FUCKING DAMMIT DEKU

ARE YOU PROPPING YOURSELF UP WITH YOUR ARM THAT’S IN SPLINTERS, I CAN’T EVEN BELIEVE YOU RIGHT NOW. SOMEONE PLEASE SLAP SOME SENSE INTO THIS CHILD. SIT YOUR ASS DOWN

LMAO TODO’S READY TO TAKE AFOMURA ON. THE SHARED HERO BRAINCELL HAS ALREADY EXPIRED. FUCK IT LET’S DO THIS

“true, I already watched him murder my dad, my boyfriend, my other boyfriend, my teacher, and dozens of other people, but gosh darn it, I just feel like the fifteenth time’s the charm you guys.” shit, I ain’t even mad. who’s up for yet another episode of Todoroki Shouto Attempts to Murder a Bitch

-- “TIME TO CUT AWAY!!” laughs Horikoshi as he gleefully dodges out of reach before I can punch him, that SON OF A --

goddammit. you’re just lucky that I’m invested in the girl power fight too

YESSSSS OCHAKO

DON’T BE SORRY FOR KICKING ASS! NEVER BE SORRY FOR KICKING ASS

damn, looks like she managed to touch Toga’s shirt but not Toga herself. both of them are so fast

now Toga is monologuing from the shadows

we’ve all been there, Toga. sometimes you see someone you really like and it’s just like, ahhhhhh gotta kill them am I right

lol I love Toga so much you guys, but I’m also kind of wincing in anticipation of whatever essays are gonna materialize out of the fandom this week explaining how hero society has failed her utterly and she is just a victim here. CAN YOU NOT SEE HOW SHE JUST WANTED FREEDOM TO BE HERSELF AND MURDER A BUNCH OF PEOPLE flhkklhl

OH SNAP SHE WENT AND TOLD HER THE THING!!

and it was fucking awesome and scary as shit, Ochako. like damn, still sends a chill up my spine just thinking about it

anyway so now Toga is continuing to explain that she can use the quirks of whoever she transforms into

and Ochako is kind of freaking out, which I don’t blame her for, since it’s probably really upsetting to hear that your stolen blood and quirk were used to murder a bunch of people. shit

so now she’s all “WTF WHY WOULD YOU EVEN TELL ME THAT”

??? was this somehow the wrong answer?

for fuck’s sake. Toga you literally came down here to ask her if she would be willing to kill you, and here she is telling you “I would never be happy about killing someone, that’s fucked up”, and you’re all “......”

like come on though, what else do you want her to say?? and why does Ochako look so shocked now

OOP

LMAO

THEIR FACES DKSLHFKG. TOGA NO THAT IS MEAN. and jesus christ Ochako it’s just a toy. I know it has Sentimental Value and shit but is this really the thing to be getting distracted about right now

FOR FUCK’S SAKE

JIN-KUN WHOM OCHAKO HAS NEVER FUCKING MET?? THAT JIN-KUN??!

OM NOM NOM

this entire confrontation makes absolutely zero sense to me you guys. just. Horikoshi was all, “this is the kind of stuff girls talk about when they’re battling to the death, right?” just, are you okay my dude

anyway so Toga has somehow deduced that Ochako got the doll from Deku, which means that she and Ochako are exactly alike in every way, and this is somehow an important plot point, and now they’re finally getting back to the fight lulz

OH SHIT

OCHAKO BOUT TO SLAP THE SHIT OUT TOGA WITH THIS BOOKCASE ON A STRING AND THIS LOUIS BAG OH FUCK

so now Toga’s all excited and she’s all “THERE’S SOMETHING I OUGHT TO TELL YOU, I’M NOT LEFT HANDED EITHER” oh snap

fuck, it almost feels like she’s trying to warn her. Ochako idk maybe you should run shit I do not like this ( ﾟдﾟ)

but of course she is not running, and she’s all “I’ll have you take responsibility for your actions”

HEY NOW

WHAT IS FUCKING HAPPENING, DID TOGA JUST FUCKING MURDER TSUYU, WHAT THE FUCK. I AM TERRIFIED, I DON’T WANT TO SCROLL DOWN, SHE THREW LIKE FOURTEEN KNIVES INTO THE DARKNESS, WHAT THE FUCK

OH

IT’S POSSIBLE THAT I MAY HAVE OVERREACTED

so did Toga just Swip a bunch of knives for no reason and then abscond, lol what. CAN ANYBODY PLEASE EXPLAIN TO ME WHAT THE PURPOSE OF THAT ENTIRE SCENE WAS. ASIDE FROM GETTING TO SEE OCHAKO TRY AND YEET A BOOKCASE AT SOMEONE

fuck, she was crying??

DID MY GIRL TOGA JUST KILL AN OLD WOMAN, NAKEDLY LURE OCHAKO INTO A BUILDING, ANTAGONIZE HER INTO SAYING “I’LL MAKE YOU TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR KILLING A BUNCH OF PEOPLE JUST BECAUSE YOU FELT LIKE IT”, STEAL HER DOLL, GIVE HER DOLL BACK, TELL HER “OH SO YOU LIKE DEKU TOO HUH? BTW I CAN USE OTHER PEOPLE’S QUIRKS”, AND THEN RUN AWAY CRYING??? BRUH

-- OH SHIT, OH FUCK

[SIRENS BLARING WILDLY] [AUDIENCE LEAPING OUT OF THEIR SEATS] [T-SHIRT CANNONS BOOMING IN THE AIR] [VIKING WAR HORN SOUNDS IN THE DISTANCE] FUUUUUUUUUCK

well never the fuck mind about Ochako and Toga and WHATEVER THE FUCK THAT ALL WAS SUPPOSED TO BE, I guess, BECAUSE!! MACHIA MADNESS HAS ARRIVED. SPEARS SHALL BE SHAKEN!!! SHIELDS SHALL BE SPLINTERED!!

AND LOOK WHO WOKE UP FROM HIS NUMBER ONE HERO BEAUTY NAP RIGHT ON CUE, TOO!!! ATTENTION ALL PASSENGERS... IIIIIIIIIIT’S TOUYA TIMEEEEEEEE

#bnha 289 #iida tenya #hadou nejire #toga himiko #uraraka ochako #todoroki shouto #todorokibowl 2020 #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #makeste reads bnha

[impatentpending]

@maned-wolvesadorable By the way Fluffy is the Queen’s, she’s keeping that on down low so no one knows she can summon an instant death beast a will. It’s a very useful secretish weapon for when she doesn’t feel like dealing with people personally.

Adelyn the Advisor, congrats on being slightly less boring! That gets you places! So does the fact you’re not trying to kill Janus or Elena! The number of advisors aiming to get Janus dead is directly proportional to the amount of fucks Elena is willing to give. Which is not many!

He’ll be fine. He’s a monster and her snusband and willing to strike first.

This is just like. Normal old banter to Deceit, but like to Adelyn it’s life or death. Cause she’s got gall but sadly bravery does not replace vital organs.

DONT QUESTION FLUFFY ITS NOT WORTH IT

“What. Is that?” asks Adelyn, staring slack jawed at the beast before her. “I...how is that thing real?!”

“What is what?” says the King, in a tone that may have passed as genuine if not for his feral grin. “I’ve not a semblance of a clue as to what you speak of. What has troubled you so, Advisor.”

“Adelyn. My name is Adelyn,” she corrects, because his forgetting her name is clearly the most distressing thing about this situation. “And you clearly know what I’m asking about. The thing behind you which snarls with twenty jaws and breathes through a chest of teeth!”

“Ah. That would be Fluffy,” his tone is light, his demeanor polite but not stiff. He is a bastard of proportions previously unknown to humanity at large. She would strike him down at this very moment if that wouldn’t have ended in her gruesome, slow death. “Cute, is it not?”

“I…I just…” she slumps backward in a chair sculpted with wood from The Forest of Gold. She asks herself what she’s willing to deal with today, and finds the answer is literally anything but this. “We accepted the fae. We accepted the shifters. We even accepted the gosh darned sapient eldritch horrors, but this?!”

“I really cannot see what your issue is with my dearest pet,” his eyes are gleaming with joy. Literally, they're glowing like a cat's eye cast into shadow. “Fluffy is quite the well trained beast after all. Why, it hasn’t eaten anyone I don’t approve of! Not in several days, and certainly not anyone important.”

“Wait, what?” she jolts in her shock, moving not unlike an electrocuted corpse, though she was nowhere near as full of life.”I. It ate someone? Already! It’s not even friday yet. I thought you were holding off on the murder!”

“I said I would hold off on hiring assassins,” he bares his fangs and his scales crawl across his cheek in a sickening display of amusement. “I said nothing about my dearest pet, nor did I promise anything to the likes of you.”

She sighs, buries her face in her hands, and wonders if the pay here really is worth it. Then she remembers they’re paying her enough to buy a small palace of her own, and groans.

“Are you unhappy with my decision?” he twists his face into something that almost resembles remorse. His voice low, his volume gentle, and his claws coming to rest upon her shoulders. “Feel free to share your concerns here.”

He turns to the court he owns, in the palace he languishes in, and grins. It splits his face in two, jaw hanging limp as his fangs drip foul-smelling toxin. “If any here wish to berate me for my choice in pet, then make yourself clear. I simply adore your simpering whines.”

He trails one hand, delicately scaled, across her throat. Presses his claws into her skin. He could kill her here and not a word of complaint would be raised. He could slaughter her, torture her, leave her body to the ravens.

“You amuse me, Adelyn,” he spits her name out like an insult. “But I don’t think you realize who you’ve chosen to protest to. Tell me do you think your insubordination is amusing to me?”

“I do, your majesty.” Respect, but not compliance. Cowed enough not to be a threat, but aggressive enough to be amusing. It’s a delicate balance to strike, and she’s done it well for years. She will not fail now. “I think I’m very amusing. Hilarious, even.”

“Hmmm,” he hums, seems to consider the merits of slitting her throat open, right here and now. “How lucky you are, to be correct.”

He releases her, and his gaze lays heavy as she stumbles back to her seat. “I live to please, King,” she laces her words with venom potent and pointless. She makes a show of fixing her dress, and of scanning her fellow advisors. They shift uncomfortably as she leers.

“Now,” he gathers himself, face filled to bursting with smug satisfaction, “let us proceed to the real discussion, shall we?”

The court is silent, until his glare lands upon them. The court is silent, until they aren’t. Until their King of Scales and Gold orders them to be loud.

They’re fools, living and dying at the whim of this man. But it pays to be a fool and pays better to be amusing.

After all, a boring toy has no use.

Elena: this was so good!  I really love fluffy and all the lore you managed to work in 

#submission #manedwolves-adorable #the snusband saga continues #'She asks herself what she’s willing to deal with today and finds the answer is literally anything but this' im dead #eye glowing snusband...... Good #i'm so glad my snusband and i are fair and equatable bosses who offer good wages #we are the ruthless power couple and i am Pleased #elena fatale #can i use that tag? i wasn't in this one..... #eh my blog my rules #thank you kindly friend

[aaannmariee]

“Ay, Pastilan!”

      There was a time, it was christmas and I was in grade 10 that time as well. We normally go home to our province, which is located in Impasug-ong, Kibenton near Malay balay City. After we arrived, my cat was restless for he is not familiar with the place. It was his first time there. My father said that let the cat roam around so he will be familiar with the place and surroundings. So I let him roam around and get back inside because my mom called me to help her cook our dinner. After cooking, I immediately searched for my cat, I kept on calling his name and he didn’t answer for he normally responded when being called, he would meow back. But there’s no sign of his existence, even a small meow. One hour, two hours, and three hours have passed, still he didn’t show up. My mom called me to eat my dinner, devastated but needed some strength. That night,  I  have been crying a lot,  I can not sleep well. I got up from bed and grabbed my flashlight. I kept on searching  and was about to lose hope. I will just accept what will happen, if he will come back or not anymore. I already lost hope, why of all the time and place, you get to loose a beloved somewhere you are not familiar yourself with. I kept wondering what he might be doing or there maybe other cats, dogs or animals that may hurt him and may be abducted since he was cute and looked expensive (we always wanted to ask the vet what breed he was, never got the chance though until he grew up to be fine mingming)..  Again, I cried until I fell asleep and when I woke up, I was startled by the noise of a cat outside in front of our door. “Pastilaaaaan! there you are, pastilan ah but I’m so happy  you came backkkk! I almost gave up huhu, thought I would lose you forever”, I said to my cat. 

Pastilan is a Filipino word that originally came from Cebu, a province of the Philippines located in Central Visayas Region. Mostly used by Cebuanos and with Bisaya or Visayan dialect and tone, often describing a situation or person. It’s literal translation in english is “Oh my gosh/ goodness!” Used as an expression to stress an emotion, there are four emotions stated below which are; 1.) Expression of great worry or grief. 2.) Expression of feigned surprise or concern, with a disdainful tone. 3.) Expression of pain and annoyance. Lastly,  exclamation of how interesting something is. It has no exact word to translate in tagalog but most likely the same meaning as ‘Makulit’ and ‘Nakakagulat’, an expression word when you are annoyed and surprised. It is an exclamation of surprises. A simple reaction to qualify one’s surprise, a comment to express one’s reaction to something that you are not expecting. Often expressed in the matter of good or bad. The word ‘Pastilan’ is always connoted to be a bad expression or cursed word when in fact it actually is not. It is accused for being a cuss word. They or the Adults, our Uncles and Aunts misconcept the word and and might have fanatically used the word in expressing great disappointment ; “Pastilan  ka!”, “Sus, pastilan!”. 

Going through, there was a movie and  entitled “Panaghoy sa Suba: The call of the river”. The story is set in Bohol, Central Visayas during World War II before, during, and immediately after, the Japanese Occupation of the Philippines.

Duroy (Cesar Montano) is a banca operator who falls in love with Iset (Juliana Palermo), the most bewitching girl in her village. Iset is an obedient child whose father and materialistic aunt hope that she will marry the American businessman who employs her and thereby achieve wealth and status. The resident American businessman, John Smith (played by Philip Anthony), is an abusive, rude and stingy landowner. He notices Iset's beauty but sees her as a potential mistress rather than a future wife. Islet loves Duroy but obeys her parents.

Ibô (Reiven Bulado), Duroy's brother, is also smitten with Iset. As Duroy adores his family and does not want to get in his brother's way, he stops courting Iset. Duroy is devoted to his family, his mother (Daria Ramirez), Ibô and his sister, Bikay (multi-awarded former child star Rebecca Lusterio). Heartbroken after her husband leaves for an American woman and ill, Duroy's mother dies when they run out of money to purchase her medicine. John Smith sees Ibo talking with Iset at the warehouse and shoots him on the spot. Duroy vows revenge.

When the Japanese invasion begins, many men of the village flee into the mountains to become guerillas. The women and children stay, along with an American priest. John Smith is drafted into the American army and leaves. The Japanese commander who arrives notices Iset but does not attack her as many Japanese military personnel did elsewhere in the Philippines during the war. With the Japanese now in power, Iset's aunt wants her to marry the officer.

Several years pass before Duroy and his men launch an attack against the Japanese garrison. The Japanese responded by killing the priest and taking hostages. In 1945, a group of Filipino and American troops arrived to help the Boholano guerrilla force defeat the Japanese troops. Duroy kills the Japanese commander after a long man-against-man battle.

John Smith (mockingly dubbed "White Balls" by Duroy and his friends) returns after the war expecting life to continue as it was before the Japanese invasion. Duroy attacks him but after beating Smith and thoroughly humiliating him tells Smith that he isn't worth killing him. Iset refuses John Smith's clumsy offer to renew their relationship and chooses Duroy.

 A movie that reminiscent the Region’s dialect, culture and lifestyle.  It was released in 2004, Cesar Montano a.k.a ‘Buboy’ decided to produce a movie in the Cebuano language and  acted as the main character.  Many netizens commented about the movie and one of his famous phrases that bisaya and non-bisaya people would totally not forget and would understand during the scenes were “Pastilan” goes from  ‘darn’ to ‘oh boy’ and “Uy kalami!” becomes “How sweet” instead of “how tasty!”. Because of Cesar Montano together with his  movie, the word “Pastilan” became more famous and it spread not just in Visayas, but in Mindanao as well. Having said that, we get to have a glimpse of how the word really is known and used way back, even to the Ancestors. Well, 16 years passed by nevertheless we often still hear this kind of expression.

There are a lot of expressions to be used and ‘Pastilan’ is one of them. True enough, when you are shocked or even pissed, you often tend to say the word. It is a reminder also that whenever some people will hear you saying this, they will think that you are disrespectful, foul-mouthed and even foul mannered. The word PASTILAN, as time passes by, people are now used to using this expression, like, if I/you are gonna say it out loud today, most of the people will misunderstand you. 

As time passes by, the word ‘Pastilan’ is being passed to generations (bisaya people or even other places, inside the Philippines) as a curse/cuss word.  We heard and still hear our forebears say this word (especially to us, bisaya people) and they will scold you for saying it where in fact, we just heard it from them. It became a common belief or idea among the people that the word pastilan is inadequate or not proper to use. For it is just an expression, you cannot expect to not say it unless you never heard it from your elders or to the environment  around you. We are living in the 21st century, a modern generation, for technology is rising up so fast. Why not use this opportunity to discover new words, or words you have just recently heard, their differences and meaning.

But as my mom and ate always remind me and I come to believe that you should always have to be careful on what words you use. You can not take the fact that we are truthfully surrounded by a cloud of witnesses, judging us not just by our appearance but as to what words come out our mouth, judging our Parents or the person taught us our manners. As others would say, “Giunsa man ka ug padako (how are we brought)” that we get to act the way we do. Despite the history and true meaning of such expressions not just this, prevention is always better or being more careful, minding the things or words, instead of bad mouthing rather able that word would be more encouraging. I don’t really have anything against anyone or to the people using the word as a cuss, they have their own side of the story.

#@queenlupitajones #CreativeNon-Fiction

[cielizzydefencesquad]

Ultimate super impossible crack pair: Frances and Sebastian!! 😂 Ok, perhaps everything would end up in tragedy... For Sebastian, obviously! 😂😂

Frances x Sebastian…THIS IS THE CRACK!SHIP I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR XD @white-queen-lacus

Who is more likely to catch a cold? Neither.

“I’m surprised marchioness.” Sebastian observed, ruby eyes glittering as he prepared his master’s horse.

Frances Midford scarcely returned his gaze. “Are you? Has technology advanced so far that you are unable to discern the proper way of saddling a horse?”

“Not in the least, my lady.” His lips cut into a thin, amused smile. “Only, you do appear to be in excellent health. Since my ascension as Phantomhive butler I have yet to see you catch even the slightest cold.”

“Indeed.” She turned to face him, jaw sharp as the sword she carried. “Your due diligence is to be commended though I must reiterate, it is not my health you ought be keeping track of.”

“Of course.” He conceded. “But it is a thing to wonder is it not? Human constitutions are oh so frail—“

“You speak as though you yourself are not human, butler.” Her eyes narrowed.

“Ah, my apologies.” He bowed, ever so slightly. “You are quite the forthright woman, my lady.”

“Forthright? I suppose that’s one way of putting it.” There was a tinge of faint humor in her steely tone—one Sebastian did not miss.

“Quite. Forthright and formidable. A deathly combination.”

“If I am to receive these great adjectives I must ask—what does that make you?”

“Myself?” Sebastian quirked a brow as his eyes roved the marchioness’s face. “I,” he said at last, giving a sweeping bow just shy of mockery, “am merely one hell of a butler.”

Who hogs the blankets? Frances. Sebastian has no need for sleep and Frances sure as hell isn’t letting him near her bed XD

Who kills all the flowers? Frances. She’s never been fond of “trivial fancies” so whenever she receives a bouquet she either gives it to Edward (he’s an amateur botanist) or throws it out altogether. Sebastian, cocky as he is, becomes determined to break that cycle:

“My lady,” Sebastian appeared before her, a bouquet of orchids so red they bled crimson in his arms.

Frances arched a brow. “Butler. Has your master sent you here on a particular errand or is this midnight visit a social call?”

“A delivery,” he corrected smoothly. “For you, marchioness.”

“Me?”

“But of course. For love divine and sunny hours, in the language of the flowers.”

She glanced at the orchids in his arms, an expression of bemused vexation appearing on her fine features. “So it is.” She granted with a nod of her head.

Sebastian made a move to offer the blossoms to her when she took a step a step back.

He looked at her, puzzled.

“The flower that smiles today, tomorrow dies—all that we wish to stay, tempts and then flies.” Her inflection was cool—almost regal—the way a queen might dismiss a passing servant. 

The smile on the butler’s lips sharpened, deepening into a laceration of delighted intrigue. “So you parry with Shelley, my lady?” His eyes, forever a shade of dark mahogany, burned as crimson as the orchids in his hand. “Brava, marchioness.”

He bowed, laying the flowers on the ground, at her feet, eyes fixed on the cool, sharp jade of Lady Frances Midford’s eyes.

(Poem Sebastian quotes is Margaret Pickston’s The Language of Flowers. The poem Frances uses to counter is Percy Shelley’s The Flower That Smiles Today. While Pickston’s poem describes how the divinity of love can be conveyed through the message of flowers, Shelley’s verse refutes that statement by reminding people that flowers—no matter how beautiful—die quickly and easily, and, like all things live a brief, bereft life.)

Who eats all the candy before Halloween? Frances. It’s her deepest, darkest secret—that she, Frances Midford, the indomitable marchioness of Scotney—has a sweet tooth as bad as her nephew’s. She usually keeps all sweets out of sight and out of mind but when Halloween rolls around and Ciel comes calling (and dragging his demon butler with him) Frances can’t help but glance longingly at the caramels and cakes Sebastian keeps tucked in the basket. —> Eventually, he notices and honestly, it is a complete and utter revelation to him. Frances Midford has a weakness for sweets of all things. How positively sumptuous.

Who takes the longest showers? Neither—but Sebastian did walk in on a bathing Frances (by accident, he swears by holy virtue) but his triumph lasted for about .5 seconds before Frances realized and, like mighty Athena, kicked his ass out of the bathroom and the manor. Sebastian had to spend that night standing outside because Frances refused to allow Ciel to let him back in. And really, who was Ciel to defy his beloved aunt?

Who goes to bed at 5am but wakes up at 8am? Neither. Frances is a creature of habit—she goes to bed at 11 PM and wakes up at 6:30 AM without fail. Sebastian is mildly impressed. Even though he knows it’s insignificant at best, the fact that the marchioness can wake up every single day without tedium or unnecessary hassle (unlike his own employer) is a simple strength Sebastian has come to admire.

Who makes sure the other has a healthy breakfast? Sebastian. (“While I have observed your formidable state of health,” the butler laid down a tray of freshly cut peaches, “I will have to beg your pardon when I say that a little indulgence of nature’s fruit is necessary as well.”)

What pets do they have? No pets.

Wedding

Who proposes? Well…supposing the world turned upside down, Alexis died, and Ciel was freed from his contract…then Sebastian. Who was also fully aware there was a 50-50 chance of Frances either saying yes…or eviscerating him with her saber.

Who actually enjoyed the planning? Sebastian.

“Don’t tell me you enjoy this frivolity?” Frances inquired, a hint of incredulous surprise in her usually firm tone.

The butler turned to her, a hint of a smile on his lips. “But of course. After all, the London Times have called our upcoming nuptials—what was it? The social event of the season?”

She took a sip of her tea. “Quite. Foolish notion, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Utterly.”

Would their wedding be small or grand? Small. Very small and intimate, consisting only of family. No photographers, no journalists. (Which means the whole of London society remained ensconced in their mansions, silently weeping bitter tears at having been denied the opportunity to see the Frances Phantomhive walking down the aisle.) It took place at Halladan Hall, Sebastian’s new estate bequeathed to him by his majesty King Edward VII. Convenient, wouldn’t you say?

Which guest was happiest to see them get married? Ciel. At first he was burning with righteous indignation at the thought of Sebastian even daring to approach his aunt but the more that he thought about it…1) he was now freed from the contract so he supposes he ought to be somewhat grateful to the demon for that 2) his revenge was complete and 3) Frances Phantomhive would now be living with Sebastian 24/7. 

He honestly wishes he could stay with them for a week just to see how many times Sebastian might cry.

Children

How many children would they have? None. Sure Frances may have married him but she’s certainly not going to carry the spawn of satan in her womb. However, she and Sebastian do adopt a gorgeous Turkish Angora cat named Eve.

Would they adopt or have them naturally? Adoption.

Who is the strictest parent? Frances. She disciplines Eve (no getting kitty litter on the floor, no tearing up furniture, drinking her milk without splashing) while Sebastian pretty much indulges Eve’s every wish.

Are their children in homeschool or public school? House trained by Frances, the cat whisperer. (Sure Sebastian might like cats but they sure as hell don’t listen to him.)

Who is the favorite parent? Sebastian. If only because he’ll let Eve drink crème chantilly any time she wants.

Who checks on the kids in the middle of the night? Sebastian. He loves cuddling Eve when she’s asleep because she doesn’t try to claw out of his grasp or con him into letting her drink more crème chantilly.

Who decorated the nursery? Sebastian. Frances was honestly appalled that Sebastian wanted a separate nursery for Eve but gosh darn it, Sebastian put his foot down (after inwardly panicking for 3 days) and demanded asked/pleaded/begged to be allowed to decorate Eve’s room. Frances, after a splitting headache, agreed.

Frances + Sebastian + cat = what I want to see XD 

#this was just pure crack lol #frances midford #sebastian michaelis #ciel phantomhive #black butler #kuroshitsuji #lol #asks #replies #mod Nina #thank you so much for requesting this white-queen-lacus

[lunadensmidnightprowl]

New Moon Dreams - Chapter 4

Finally, I’m posting Chapter 4!

(Even though no one seems to be reading the story...)

~~~ Liar, Liar... Why Aren’t Her Pants On Fire? ~~~

 Lila returns and of course goes back to spreading her embellished falsehoods.  Just like Ladybug, Alexia's not having it, there won't be any attention-seeking liars on her watch.  While during the process of attempting to best Lila's lies, exposing her true intentions, shocking surprises are unveiled.  Even without these revelations, things are not like they were last time, a little extra force is required to take the liar down.  Who said you could never fight fire with fire?

~ Lunaden POV ~

        So that's it, I guess.  Me and Chat are dating.

        Come to think of it, maybe it was to be expected, we both sort of hit it off with each other when we first met.  I can only assume really because I can't just flit in and out of Little Cat's head.

        Don't get me wrong, having a boyfriend will be a hella of an adventure, something I can't wait for.  School, something I would rather die waiting.

***

        Walking down the street the next day, my mind kept going straight back to the events of the night before.  I kissed someone, I had my first kiss, and well, my first 'significant other'.  I don't want to straight up call it boyfriend because if I'm bi, I could easily have had a girlfriend if the situation had been different.  

        Compared to what's going on in my life, school is something that's not even worth 2 cents.  But heck, if I stop going my parents are going to make my death slow and painful, so, why not?

        I had come earlier today, Claire was still eating breakfast when I went out the door, I was mainly trying to avoid her endless mirage of teasing.  Unfortunately, I sit next to her in all my classes so my moment of victory is pretty short lived.  

        Mari, late as always, was still nowhere to be seen so Alya was the only person there to talk to out of my close friends when I got there, even Adrien hadn't shown up yet.  My orange tipped, brunette friend was almost always on the money, spotting clues that most people missed, she caught my sudden change in mood straight away.

        "Girl what're you thinking about that's got you all crazy?" she asked me as soon as I approached her.

        "Uhhh..." my face flushed a bit, what could I tell her?  If I told her the truth that I was dating Noir then she would be all over me, pressuring to get an interview from Chat.  When the city finally did find out that Lunaden and Chat Noir were dating, then Alya would be able to expose me as Lunaden, no questions asked this time and evidence irrefutable.

        "Oh my gosh, you didn't....!  Do you have a boyfriend or something?" Darn Alya and her being so smart, she was right on the dot as usual!

        My face only flushed darker as a reply.

        She squealed, "You do!  C'mon girl, tell me all the deets!!"

        I shook the question off, lowering my head in embarrassment and heading to my seat.  Almost exactly as I sat down was when Claire came in through the door, Adrien a second later.

        "What's got Alya all riled up?" Claire asked me as she sat down.

        My blush must've said it all.

        Claire was giggling, an unusual occurrence for her, "Oof, she found out you have a boyfriend, didn't she?"

        "I didn't even say anything and she guessed it right away!" I said exasperatedly.  Glancing down at the front I saw Adrien looking quickly up at me.  For some inexplicable reason, him looking at me made my face go redder, HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE?!  What really was the kicker was that with sharpened vision from my miraculous, I could see that he was faintly blushing, WHY IS HE BLUSHING?!

        I just ignored it as Mari came into the class on time for once, the teacher then starting the class when the bell rang.  Ms. Bustier however wasn't standing up at the front alone, a girl with long, brownish-auburn hair tied in ponytails, olive green eyes, and of all things, a romper, was standing with her.  (Personally I have nothing against rompers, right here its just the person in it, Lila - the lying bitch)

        "Lila has returned to Paris from her trip to the kingdom of Achu!"  Ms. Bustier said happily, the girl beside her waving and smiling at everyone.

        "Who's this 'Lila' girl?" a voice in my head asks.  The other part of my brain, the rebellious sailor mouth answers it, "A real pain in the ass I'd bet."  A third voice, my Lunaden side, is telling both of them to shut the fudge up.

        The girl opened her mouth, "It's so nice to see all of you again after spending so long in Achu for my charity work!"

        Right now I'm agreeing with Sailor mouth Lexi, this 'Lila' is definitely going to be a pain, she's sucking up to the entire class and LYING to them about charity work.  How do I know she's lying?  Being a superhero means I have to constantly lie to keep my identity a secret, with that practice I can see through almost everyone else's lies, though I have to admit that Lila's seem pretty well crafted. 

        Claire was looking over at me, no doubt waiting to hear my take on the person.  She knew my knack for seeing through deception and being able to easily analyze a person's real character.  I just glared at Lila for another minute, wanting to be sure that my suspicions were correct, I wanted to make sure she was completely sinister before I said anything.  However, after a minute of staring down the oblivious liar, nothing changed my feelings toward her.

        "Don't trust the lying bitch," I mumbled under my breath for Claire to hear, never breaking my gaze on said liar.

        Claire nodded, she was starting to see Lila's lies all around I could tell.  Lila really was a brat, more than even Chloe.  We both pitied Nathanial who had to sit next to her.

        Even though Lila was pretty much sucking up to everyone, there were a few differences I could see when class finally got into gear.  Lila would glare at Mari, Chloe even, when no one was watching.  In the same circumstance with no one viewing her, she stared longingly at Adrien.  I could tell all this just by staring at the back of her head, which for the record, was right in front of me.  Piecing together well thought out assumptions, ah yes, Lila must be irritated between Mari and Chloe because they also have crushes on Adrien.

        "Big mistake bitch," I thought, "You take on my friends, and even my unofficial enemy Chloe, who's more friend than you'll ever be, you take on me.  And believe me, you don't wanna do that."

***

        I was walking down the steps after school, Mari and Alls were held back at the last class, the teacher wanted to talk to them about something.  I don't know to be honest, I was spaced out and glaring at Lila the entire day, oblivious to whatever they had been doing.  Claire jogged up next to me, slowing down to keep pace with my walk.

        "How are you doing?" she asked.

        Snapping out of a trance, mainly thinking about how I could possibly expose Lila's lies, I jerked my head to face Claire with a confused expression, "What d'you mean?" 

        Claire shrugged, "You just seemed off today, I'm guessing it has something to do with Lila?"

        "It's obvious I guess," I sighed, my posture slumping a little, "That's all today is about isn't?  Lila.  I heard so many people gushing over her today, how cool she is, everything she's done, etc.  I even heard her say that she met Lunaden once when she was in Nashville, as if!  For one, I never went to Nashville except for the whole HB thing, second, I've never seen this girl before in my life!  I can't believe they believe all her lies, all day it near drove me out of my mind how dense some of these people are."

        Claire nudged my arm, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth, "Well sometimes you can be pretty dense too."

        "And oblivious!" a smaller voice said.  Skai poked her head out of my bag, "And sometimes she can be both." 

        "I second that notion tiny wolf... thing," Claire said matter of factly, pointing a finger into the air.

        "Shush Skai!  Get down before someone sees you!" I hissed, trying to shield the view of Skai until she disappeared back into my bag, away from prying eyes.  I turned to address Claire, "I keep forgetting you haven't met her yet.  I have a lot to tell you when we get back home."

        We had barely made it two steps farther down the steps when a voice called out to us, "Hey!  You two!"

        Turning to face this person, we came face to face with none other than Lila.  Holding back curses and refraining myself from glaring, I greeted her, "Hi Lila!  Whatcha need?"

        "Hi," she said, "You're Alexia and Claire right?  I just wanted to ask if you two are new or something, I've never seen you guys before."

        "Uhh, kinda," Claire started.

        "Yeah, me and Claire moved here about a month ago," I finished, eyeing her, "Why did you want to know."

        "I just wanted to see if we could possibly become friends, I can always help if you guys need it.  I'm sure you'd probably do the same for me," she smiled sweetly.  I was not. Having. It.

        Looking to Claire for confirmation, she nodded, knowing what I was asking to do.  I got right into Lila's face, no longer holding back my glare, if looks could kill, Lila would have been 6 feet under right that second.  "We will never be friends," I spat, "You may have everyone else fooled with your lies and trickery but we are not so easily duped.  Stop before you regret your actions you lying brat."

        Lila glanced around before she responded, no one was paying attention to our little 'chat', there was barely anyone around anyway.  She smirked, this time getting into both of our faces, "I'm not the one who's gonna regret their actions, you two are."  Lila's smile dripped with venom and malice, each word punctuated in the most threatening and confident way possible, "You're new but that doesn't mean I don't know enough about you to ruin your lives, everyone believes me.  I won't be the liar, you two will."

        "Yeesh, what a villain," Claire complained to me as we watched Lila sashay away.

        "She's almost as scary as Hawk Moth," I commented in agreement.

***

        Trying to get Lila's threat off of our minds, I dragged Claire to my room when we got home.  Closing the door and curtains before I spoke to her.

        Skai flew out of my bag, circling around Claire's head a few times before coming to rest on my shoulder.  "Claire," I said, gesturing to the little wolf, "This is Skai, my kwami."

        Claire looked confused to put it mildly.  I held up the end of my braid so she could clearly see the bow on the end of it.

        "This bow is the wolf miraculous," I explained, "A miraculous is a piece of jewelry connected with a certain kwami, Skai is the wolf kwami.  Kwamies are basically little gods that when merged with their miraculous, can give the user powers, they transform the user into a superhero."

        "So... how does this all work?  How is this a little god, that can connect with that?" Claire asked, first gesturing to Skai then to my bow.

        "My most scientific analysis, with all means of science and technology in mind, is that it's magic," I replied, quoting one of my favorite books.

        Claire rolled her eyes at my reference, but I ignored it, my mind had already moved onto something else.  "Hey, you want to see something cool?" I asked excitedly. 

        My sister nodded, "Sure." 

        I turned to Skai perched on my shoulder, "Ready?" I whispered.

        She smiled, "Let's do it!"

        "Skai, Howl Time!"  I transformed into Lunaden.  Laughing at Claire's agape mouth, I smiled, "It's pretty cool right?"

        She nodded.

        I was debating about destransmorming but, heck, I was already in this form.  "Well," I said, "Since I'm like this I'm gonna patrol for a bit.  See ya later Claire."  I waved, opening my window, jumping out of it when I was sure no one was looking, well, other than Claire.

        "You owe me for this," Skai said inside my mind.  Recently she had started talking to me when I was transformed, why, I don't know.  Maybe it was just to bother me, but I didn't care, I appreciated the company.

        "Would a bag of candied fruit suffice Alpha?" I thought back, a smile forming on my face.

        "Indeed it would Beta," she said, I could hear the amusement in her voice.

        I laughed out loud at that, before going back to focusing my attention on where I was going as I ran across rooftops.  It was strange, when I went on patrols I almost never went out in the daytime, that was more of a Ladybug thing.  Chat and I liked to go out at night when we blended into the darkness, using our night vision when Lady could hardly see at all.  Hey, speaking of that, maybe Lady was out, even with Skai inside my head I still could use someone to talk to, preferably one that was solid at the moment.

        "Hey!" Skai shouted inside my mind.

        I snickered, imagining my kwami pouting, her cute little paws crossed and her tail twitching irritably.  

        Sure enough, when I opened my disc, Ladybug's symbol was there as she did her patrol.  She stopped moving abruptly and I was kind of confused, was there an akuma or some other kind of trouble?

        Snapping my disc shut, I took off in her direction, not really sure where because I hadn't looked close enough before I started moving.  Swinging from the rooftops more spaced out, I crossed streets, occasionally I would hear someone cry my name in joy, I was a rare sight to see in the day without an akuma.

        I spotted the red clad figure on a very familiar rooftop, why had she stopped there of all places?  Landing beside her on the roof of my school from a jump from across the street, I think I nearly scared her out of her suit.  Lady visibly jumped with my sudden appearance, a little shriek accompanying it.  It was then that I noticed that the fencing team was running practice at the time in the open area of the building, maybe she was just into fencing.

        "I didn't know you were into fencing Lady," I smirked, still amused with her reaction when I showed up.

        "Er, yeah, let's go with that," she replied.

        I rolled my eyes, okay, so she wasn't actually into fencing, just here to watch I guess?  About ready to pressure her further, something else caught my eye and I stopped myself.  Lila, walked into the area, sitting down on a bench to watch the practice.  The instructor came up to her not long after she had seated herself, at first it seemed that he wanted her to leave but in the end she ended up, staying?  Was that a smile on the instructor's face after he had talked to her?

        My confused train of thoughts was interrupted when I heard a low growl.  Surprised, I looked around, normally it probably would have come from me but this time it didn't, it actually belonged to Lady.

        Now that I was shocked by, she wasn't usually so... vicious, towards anyone, even akumas.  Did she really hate Lila that much?

        "So," I mused, "You hate Lila too I'm guessing?"

        "I just can't understand how people believe her lies!  Why can't they just see she's a liar, a bad person, she nearly got away with getting me expelled!" Bug ranted until the last line, she slapped her hands over her mouth, her eyes wide.

        I narrowed my eyes in suspicion, did she just say that?  The only person I knew that got expelled, even though extremely brief, because of Lila was...  "Mari?..."  I voiced my conclusion out loud, my eyes bugging out in surprise too as I turned to face her.  Now that I thought about it, Ladybug really looked like Mari, how had I not seen it before?

        However, Lady's eyes narrowed when I said what I thought, she voiced her entire thought process out loud, "The only people who call me that..."  Her eyes went wide as she looked at me, "Lexi?..."

        We just kept looking at each other, unable to comprehend what just happened, maybe even willinging that it never did.  (Stares in shock lol)

        "I can't believe I never saw it earlier, how could I be so stupid?..." I mumbled.

        "Same, Alya was right then, she told me that she suspected you were Lunaden.  I kind of refused to believe it..." Ladybug said quietly, more to herself than to me really.

        "I'm glad she dropped the investigation though, one more slip up and she probably would have had me," I laughed, Lady was giggling too.

        Something just popped into my head, these random thoughts jeez, "Well, now I feel awkward."

        "Why?"

        "Now you know who I am and I'm also dating Chat," I replied, more sheepishly than usual.

        "I shipped it!" she cried, not loud enough for anyone else to hear though.

        I laughed again, turning my head I saw the fencing class starting to pack up, Lila was approaching one of the fencers.  Said fencer removed his mask, Adrien, I should have known.

        "So that's why she's here," I growled, crouching forward on my hands, looking ready to pounce and like a real wolf, ears flattened and tail twitching.

        Ladybug saw what I saw, it did not seem she was happy about it either, oh that's right, she's actually Mari who has a crush on Adrien too.  Yeesh, this is getting confusing, and kind of old, real fast.

3rd Person POV

        The practice ended and everyone was leaving to change and head home soon after, Adrien was on his way to do just that when Lila approached.  He had to be honest, he didn't remember any of what she said, he had kind of tuned her out as he focused on something else.  Something had caused him to look up, and that's when he saw them, Ladybug and Lulu, they both were on the roof, seeming to have watched the practice, but now they looked angry, possibly glaring at someone. 

        Events from several months before came back to him, Ladybug had unintentionally hurt Lila, trying to stop her from lying when she discovered what the girl was doing.  Unfortunately the event had left Lila bitter, she succumbed to one of Hawk Moth's akumas and became Volpina, a fox themed miraculous user, hoping to prove to everyone that she actually was a superhero, turning her lie into a reality.  They had defeated Volpina for what seemed like the final time a while ago, she was never seen since. 

        What confused him most was how Lunaden was glaring at the oblivious auburn-brunette as well, did Ladybug tell her the story or something...?  Wait, no, that wasn't it.  Lexi had seemed... off, all day, ever since Lila first arrived in homeroom that is.  Maybe she just didn't get along with Lila or something.

        Aforementioned girl was waving in front of his face, calling his name.  He quickly apologized, telling her he had zoned out.  Lila went to repeat everything she had said but stopped when she realized Adrien wasn't looking at her at all.  She followed his gaze to see the two superheroines on the rooftop.  Her eyes narrowed at the sight of Ladybug, a small spark of fear in them when they landed on Lunaden.  Did the wolf hero know she had lied about meeting her?

        Lila shook it all off, turning back to Adrien but he had already disappeared from her sight.  She cursed the bug and wolf themed heroes, they had ruined her chance of talking to Adrien yet again.  Lila went to glare at the figures perched on the roof but they had probably realized they had been seen because they were now gone. 

        This time it didn't seem like it was just Ladybug though that had ruined her chance of talking to her crush, when she had followed Adrien's gaze to see the heroes herself, Lila had seen him looking longingly, almost lovingly, at Lunaden, not realizing in that exact moment what it was.  Now she knew, now Lunaden stood in her way to him too.  That worthless dog would be running home with her tail between her legs when she was done with her.

***

        The large window of Hawk Moth's lair opened, the butterflies rising as light poured into the room.  Hawk Moth himself stood in the center of the room, which was barren of anything but the butterflies.  He felt the young teen's powerful emotions, those of hatred, heartbreak, and the strongest, desperation.  What a combination, this girl when akumatized before had proven to be a very valuable ally, now with these emotions she could prove herself to be of even greater worth.

        A pure white butterfly flew into his open palm, he embodied it with darkness, his powers, the malediction of it showing as the butterfly now had a dark and grisly color.  The evil little messenger flew out of a small opening in the window, flying across the city until it reached the targeted girl, being absorbed into her bracelet.  The all too infamous, glowing purple butterfly outline of Hawk Moth when he spoke through the akuma to his victims, shone on her face.

        "Volpina..."

        "Hawk Moth."

~ Lunaden POV ~

        When I noticed that not only had Adrien seen us, but Lila as well, I grabbed Lady's wrist, ready to run.  Adrien had already left the scene, probably using us as a distraction to get away with Lila.  At school he seemed to tolerate her, he wasn't all impressed with her but more just regarded her as a normal person, more or less.  

        As Lila turned, expecting to face Adrien, who was no longer there, I pulled Ladybug along with me as I made my escape, vanishing from the rooftop.  She seemed surprised by my actions but I would explain once we were far enough away.

        2 blocks away from the school I stopped, looking around anxiously for Lila, could she have followed us?  I knew, mainly from discovery that something had happened between Lila and Lady, both as her superhero self and just as Mari.  Whatever it was, I hadn't wanted to stick around to see Lila's vendetta against the ladybug clad hero.

        "What was that about?" Lady asked me, somewhat irritably as she pulled her wrist out of my grasp.

        "They saw us.  I wanted to get away before...  You have something against Lila, don't you?  As Ladybug and as Mari."  I replied, my anxiety somewhat calming down when I realized we were absolutely alone, at least on the rooftop, no Lila in sight on the ground.

        "Yeah...  She hates me, resents me probably because I ruined her chance to talk to Adrien several months ago," she sighed.

        "Wow, so many girls who have the hots for Adrien," I smirked, "Can't say I'm not surprised, he kind of had it coming."

        "Lexi!" she flushed embarrassed, "I'll ha-"

        "Shush!" I held up a hand to silence her, my wolf ears were swiveling furiously to pinpoint a sound, it came from a distance, not within range to hear our conversation, thank goodness.  But the sound, it was sort of like a... swoosh.

        "We're not alone..." I growled low, just loud enough for Lady to hear.  Snatching my disc off of my back, I held it ready, the air was taunt with tension, something was definitely up.  "Show yourself!  We know you're there!" I called, eyes narrowed, scanning.

        A familiar dark figure appeared from behind the cover of a chimney, "Wow, I can never get anything past you Lunaden."

        "Chat!" Ladybug said relieved, "We thou-"

        I threw an arm protectively in front of her.  "That's not Chat," I hissed.  Hearing something approaching behind us, I expanded my disc to a shield and glanced back.

        "Chat...?" Lady said again, more hesitantly this time.

        I nudged Bug, making it clear in that one action what I was about to do.  She swung her yoyo like a shield, prepared for instantaneous action as I tackled the newly approaching Noir. 

        He squirmed under my grip, "Lunaden, it's me!" he pleaded.

        "Oh yeah?" I snarled, "Then you won't have any trouble answering this question." I dropped my voice to a whisper, "What is my real name?"

        "Lexi," he whispered almost inaudibly, just loud enough for me to hear.

        My eyes widened and quickly got off of him, "Sorry about that Little Cat."

        "Nah, its cool," he shrugged it off, "You did what you had to do."  His voice turned sly as he grinned at me, "I knew you would recognize me sooner or later Lulu, you can't resist me."  

        He went in for it but I gently pushed him away, a light blush dusting my cheeks, just barely peeking out from under my mask, "Later, kitty."

        Ladybug sighed out in relief as we rejoined her, her face then turning inquisitive as her eyes landed back on the Chat Noir several feel away.  "But if he's Chat... then, who's that?"

        "I have my suspicions..." I growled, retracting my shield to a disc, I threw it at the fake Noir.  When it should have made contact with him, he just vanished in a wisp of orange mist, the disc returning to my hand.  "Volpina," I spat.

        Having been revealed, the vixen villain jumped up onto a roof vent, smirking maliciously, "Well, apparently you aren't as dumb of a dog as you look."

        Both Noir and I gave her a warning growl, however the way she was going, they weren't going to be warnings much longer.

        Taking her down should have been a sitch, but heck this damned deceptionist had brains, I'll give her that.  She always seemed to know which illusions to use and when to use them to best benefit her with our few disadvantages.  Always managing to allude our grasp, I was growing desperate, she annoyed me to the moon and back.  Lady still hadn't used her Lucky Charm yet, no plan seemed to be able to go against Volpina, at least just yet.

        If she wasn't going to use her power, then I would, already having a plan in mind.  Throwing my disc into the air, "Eclipse!" I shouted.

        When the light parted I was revealed to be an almost exact replica of Volpina, except that my eyes were my normal electric blue.  My reasoning was to fight fire with fire, the only way to beat Volpina was as Volpina.  I had become Lupina, and when it comes to powers, I have something the Volpina doesn't, something I added when I thought of a form to transform into. (Lil quick thing here: Luna can't use her powers to transform into things, like creatures and such, from her own imagination.  However, she can change things of an already existing form.  Ex. She could transform into you but have feather wings on her back.  Make sense?  I hope you get it, and another thing: No matter what form she takes, her eyes will always be the shocking blue.  Okay, sorry for disrupting the chapter, just wanna clarify all that)  I can create SOLID illusions, only one at a time, but still.

        "Try me little foxy!" I taunted Volpina.

        "You're on little wolfie!" She called back.

3rd Person POV

        Both Volpinas clashed in the middle, hands trying to hold the other back.  It was evenly matched, one couldn't seem to get the upper hand over the other.

        Both vixen themed characters pulled back, pulling their flutes out on each other.  Volpina played a few quick notes on her weapon, an orange ball of light forming at the end of her flute, summoning an army of herself to hide in.  Lupina played a longer tune on her flute, the notes clear and smooth, dripping like honey dew, the ball of energy at the end of her flute became much bigger, not glowing orange like the original Pina, but a pure blue-white, a Lunaden clone appeared.  One of the Volpinas smirked, throwing her flute at the clone, expecting it make the illusion vanish, it didn't.  The Lunaden clone caught the flute, getting a grip on it, she held both weapons, flute and her disc, into a fighting stance.

        It was only a second before a section of Lupina's fox miraculous pendant vanished. "4 minutes left..." the tail seemed to say.  The battle was four on one, what should have been an easy victory for the heroes but Volpina held them off, reclaiming possession of her weapon, swinging her flute left and right, kicking and punching, blocking attacks, and so forth.  

        Time ran out for Lupina, in a flash of blue light that covered her body, the transformation disappeared and she became Lunaden again, the clone vanishing with the shift.  While she was just coming out of the change of powers and appearance, Volpina got the drop on the wolf heroine, with a sharp kick to the stomach the girl clad in blue went sprawling to the ground.  

        Ignoring the throbbing pain that originated in her midsection and spread through her body, Lunaden raised herself, preparing to fight the fox girl who seemed to be momentarily distracted.  What had taken away the attention from her made all the agony in her muscles leave Lunaden at that very moment.  Chat Noir was charging at Volpina, staff raised as if it was sword, anger clearly clouded his thoughts.        

   ��    "Batter up," Volpina said, smirking and holding her flute like you would a baseball bat.  She hit Little Cat straight in the ribs, sending him flying back into the brick wall of a taller building.  After the impact, he crumpled back onto the roof, not moving for a minute before beginning the stir, weakly trying to raise himself to stand.

        "Chat!  That's it," Lunaden growled, "No more nice little wolfie."   She charged at Volpina with a feral yowl of fury, her jaws snapping, and her sharpened claws raking through the air.  She wasn't satisfied with the level of harm she caused until she felt her claws rip through Volpina's suit, drawing blood.

        "Lulu!" Noir called, the black cat had managed to find the strength to start running towards her, adrenaline no doubt pulsing through his veins as an aid.  The blue diamond in the center of her bow started to flash, less than a minute left before her identity would be revealed.

        Lunaden felt something tackle her, pulling her away from Volpina.  The force of her and said person, Chat she saw, launched both of them off of the roof and into an alley.  Out of sight just a second before Luna transformed back

        Alexia struggled to raise herself after she landed, the wind knocked out of her.  She groaned, putting her arms beneath her and pushing herself up.  Chat seemed a little more okay, he had his miraculous powers to protect him, Alexia had to rely on just physical strength and hoping her body was strong enough to take the hit.

~ Alexia/Lunaden POV ~

        I groaned, raising myself, everything hurt, no bones broken, still, everything hurt.  "You okay...?" I coughed, trying to get my breath back, and asking Noir a question at the same time.

        "I'm fine," his reply was a little shaky, as he recovered from the impact with the ground.  "But why are you asking me that question?  You're the one who just feel three stories without any powers to help cushion your fall!"

        Sitting up with a grimace, I shrugged, "I care about you," I rolled my eyes like this was the most obvious thing in the world.

        Arms wrapped around me, not tight because you know, things hurt, but still comforting as Chat hugged me.  I just managed to process that he had tears at the corners of his eyes as he buried his face into my neck.  Sitting there like an idiot, it was a second before I hugged him back, closing my eyes as I warmed up to the action.  (Lil Lexi/LunaXChat fluff for ya there ^w^)

        "Can't... breathe!..." A little voice gasped.

        We both came apart at the voice, Skai flying feebly upwards.  She shook her head, fluffing out her flattened fur, "Woo, I'm all for LunaNoir and stuff but we still have an akuma or have you guys forgotten?"

        Reaching inside my bag, I pulled out several pieces of candied fruit, offering them to her in my palm.  The little wolf grinned broadly and went to town on them, getting her energy back up.

        "I think I may have a plan," I smiled.

        "I hope it's better than your last plan," Noir smirked.

        "Oh, don't worry," I grinned confidently, "It will be."

        Leaning close I whispered my plan in his ear, "What I want you to do it pretend like I'm seriously hurt, make sure she doesn't see me as a threat.  I'll join you and Lady in a little bit to set my plan into action, see you soon Little Cat."  And with those words of parting, I snuck out of the alley and onto the street.

~ Time Skip - brought to you by the contact lenses store ~

        Coming back to the alley where I had left Noir, to find it empty, I went on with my plan.  Putting a small bag to the side so it wouldn't vanish as my superhero suit appeared, and making sure the light of the transformation wouldn't be seen, I became Lunaden.  With enhanced hearing I could hear the battle between Ladybug and Chat Noir versus Volpina, they were still on the same roof as before.  I was proud of how well Chat had explained my plan to Lady, in between the grunts of the fight I picked up small sobs and traces of anger, good acting Chat.

        Using the same process as before, I used my power, "Eclipse!" I whispered this time, throwing my disc just a few inches above my head.

        When the transformation was complete, I quickly grabbed the small bag I had brought, this needed to be quick, I was running out of time.  Taking a small mirror out of the bag, I saw my new reflection.  I had transformed into Adrien, planning on using Lila's crush on the guy against her, the only difference was my shocking blue eyes.  I reached inside the bag once more, pulling out some contact lenses, sticking them in my eyes, they turned green.

        Scaling up the fire escape of the building with more agility than you can imagine, I peeked over the edge to see the good versus evil fight still raging.  Pulling myself into character, I got onto the roof, ready to draw attention to me.

        "Stop it Lila!" I called, but with Adrien's voice.

        Everyone turned to me, Lady and Chat seemed extremely confused, Lila was just looking at me in shock.  Oh gosh this would be awkward with Mari's and Lila's crushes.  Behind my back, I crossed my fingers, showing it to Noir before I spoke again.

        "Don't let Hawk Moth control you Lila, don't let your anger get the best of you," I said, seeing Chat's recognition out of the corner of my eye.

        Lila's crush on Adrien had taken full control of her now, and while that awkwardness was going on, Bug and Noir went in for the strike.  They grabbed her when she was inches from my face, probably about to kiss me or something... ew.  My time went out at that very moment, turning myself back into Lunaden, oh thank goodness.

        "AcK," I sputtered, "That was so weird."  Rubbing my face rapidly to rid it of the feeling of Lila so close as they freed the akuma, Lady purifying it and throwing her Lucky Charm into the air.  She must have summoned it when I was gone, dammit, I missed all the action!

        They just kept laughing at my disgusted reaction of how things turned out, Ladybug's earrings beeping made her leave though.  Chat, having used his Cataclysm recently, still had some time left once we brought Lila back to the ground.  The 'event' with Lila sparked a song in my head, something I had never thought of for awhile, Copycat by Billie Eilish (I don't own the lyrics!)

Don't be cautious, don't be kind You committed, I'm your crime Push my button anytime You got your finger on the trigger, but your trigger finger's mine

Silver dollar, golden flame

Dirty water, poison rain

Perfect murder, take your aim

I don't belong to anyone, but everybody knows my nameBy the way

You've been uninvited

'Cause all you say

Are all the same things I didCopycat tryna cop my manner

Watch your back when you can't watch mine

Copycat tryna cop my glamour

Why so sad, bunny? Can't have mineCall me calloused, call me cold

You're italic, I'm in bold

Call me cocky, watch your tone

You better love me 'cause you're just a cloneBy the way (by the way)

You've been uninvited

'Cause all you say (all you say)

Are all the same things I didCopycat tryna cop my manner

Watch your back when you can't watch mine

Copycat tryna cop my glamour

Why so sad, bunny? Can't have mineMine

I would hate to see you go

Hate to be the one that told you so

You just crossed the line

You've run out of time

I'm so sorry, now you know

Sorry I'm the one that told you so

Sorry, sorry

I'm sorry, sorry

PsychBy the way

You've been uninvited

'Cause all you say

Are all the same things I didCopycat tryna cop my manner

Watch your back when you can't watch mine

Copycat tryna cop my glamour

Why so sad, bunny? Can't have mine

        I had whisper sung the song when I returned to the rooftops, about to go home.  The song had just screamed "Lila" to me, she was a copycat, I had heard about her little escapade as the akuma 'Chameleon', copying things and making up others just to make her look good.  When she was Volpina for example, to defend herself, she made copies of herself to hide in.

(I wrote almost the entire chapter before I realized I hadn't put a song in it, so I kinda hastily put this song into it, sorry how it fits into the story feels pretty forced)

***

        The now autumn breeze blew through the city, swirling around me as I sat on my perch on the Eiffel Tower.  Leaves were starting to change, soon they'd be flowing on the breeze, a feeling of fall was in the air.  The bright colors of the leaves already changed glowed in the fading light of the setting sun, the trees popping in the darkness of dusk.

        "How can you stand it so cold Lulu?" Chat asked me, a disbelieving look on his face as he shivered.

        I snickered, "It's because I'm a wolf Little Cat.  Wolves naturally can stand colder temperatures, significantly better than cats."

        He pouted, obviously unhappy with my answer.  Having fully warmed up to the idea and practice, I snuggled closer to him.

        "Get used to it kitty, things will only get colder," I sighed content.

        "With you, I know I'll never be left out in the cold," he said, kissing my forehead.

        "That was so cheesy, not to mention you missed," I giggled.

        Noir was confused, until I kissed him.

#miraculous #new moon dreams #miraculous ladybug #chat x OC #chat noir #alexia darner #lunaden

[clarenecessities]

spooky souls

Word Count: 1843 Rating: PG

Summary: Nothing like a change of subject to introduce some of your exhaustive and as-yet unfinished research Chapter Warnings: some death discussion

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Adrien opened his eyes and blinked, taking in the apartment before him.

It was about the same size as the main room of his sídhe, but infinitely… brighter. Instead of cool stone and weathered wood it was full of warm and inviting furniture, all straight lines and soft edges. It wasn’t magic in itself, but it was filled with the scent and feeling of Marinette and her family, and a sense of affection seemed to linger in the walls. A smile spread across Adrien’s face as he walked in, looking around to take it all in. It smelled like sugar cookies and cinnamon and honey.

He lingered at the foot of a staircase, peering around the corner into a charming, overwhelmingly pink kitchen, where Marinette and Alya were giggling about something. Probably him.

“You have a lovely home,” he told Marinette, sincerely (if somewhat formally).

“Thanks,” she said, laughing. “How are your knees?”

“Much better,” he assured her. Nino slipped past him, hopping onto a stool that sat on the other side of the counter. Adrien followed a little hesitantly, pulling his out all the way instead of scooting it back once he was in it. “Your mother must be very talented.”

“She is,” said Marinette, grinning, without a trace of humility. “Potions are her specialty. She sells them out the back of the bakery.”

“Potions require very little magic,” said her mother, entering through the front door. “It is for the most part a mix of natural medicines and magical ingredients. They’re far less taxing, in my opinion, than any spell with a similar purpose—I prefer to store my magic for charms.” She looked pointedly at Adrien’s neck, and he blushed, realizing he was still wearing the earring.

He pulled the ribbon off with both hands, handing it sheepishly back to Marinette, who smiled as she took it and immediately put the earring back in her ear.

“You’re gonna get an infection if you keep doing that,” Alya chastised. “It’s covered in cat germs.”

“Yeah, if only it were enchanted or something,” said Marinette, rolling her eyes. She wrapped her arms around Sabine’s shoulders, tucking her head into the space under her jaw and burrowing slightly. “Thank you, Maman. It came in very handy.”

“I’m sorry it had to,” said Sabine, expression darkening. Adrien winced. He hoped she wasn’t too mad—so far he really liked Marinette’s parents, and he wanted to make a good impression. “Does anyone want to tell me what happened?”

“I mean, not really?” said Marinette, wincing.

“Let me rephrase: Which of you is going to tell me what happened?”

“We’re not sure, ma’am,” said Adrien, after a moment’s hesitation. He exchanged guilty looks with the other teenagers—it was too late now. They’d made their bed.

“But it was one of the aos sídhe?” asked Sabine.

“We, uh—we don’t know. Whoever and whatever it is was using the magic of a very recently murdered member of the court, so it seems… likely?”

“Murdered?” Sabine asked softly.

“Oh, uh—Nooroo. He was found dead yesterday,” said Adrien, swallowing a lump in his throat.

“Ah,” said Sabine, closing her eyes. “I had heard he died, but I didn’t know it was… How?”

“They aren’t sure,” said Marinette, “but his magic was stolen.”

“Stolen? How?”

“…We’re not sure,” said Adrien. Suppressing a shudder, he remembered his nightmare—a pale hand reaching out—

“Adrien?” Marinette said softly. “Are you okay?”

“Oh,” he mumbled, looking down, embarrassed. “Yeah, I’m sorry, I was just—thinking about that dream again.”

“Dream?” Sabine asked, just as soft as her daughter.

“I had a dream—a nightmare, really—that I was there when it happened,” he confessed, licking his suddenly dry lips. “There was this voice, and—it was me, but it like wasn’t me, you know, and it was saying it had ‘found them’ and the aos sídhe don’t have souls or something, but…”

“Don’t have souls?” Nino asked skeptically, raising an eyebrow. “I dunno about that, man. You all seem pretty lively to me.”

“I dunno about it either,” said Adrien, shrugging helplessly. “It doesn’t really come up.”

“It depends on your conception of a soul,” said Sabine. “Most French people would say it’s vitality—life force. An intangible energy.”

“Isn’t it?” asked Nino.

“If that were so, a body without a soul would simply be a husk—a shell with no hermit crab, so to speak,” said Sabine. She reached out, Marinette’s arms still around her, and beckoned Alya into their embrace. “But a soul can exist independently.”

Alya’s hand went automatically to her necklace.

“So if something happened to Alya’s soul, she wouldn’t just wind up a ‘husk’?” asked Nino, brightening.

“No, I would,” said Alya. “It’s more that it isn’t physically constrained, you know? I could take all sorts of damage and survive, as long as my soul was safe.”

“Which gets back to the sídhe,” said Nino, frowning at Adrien like he was trying to solve a brain teaser. “If they don’t have souls anywhere, how are they… alive?”

“Well, generally speaking,” said Sabine, “the aos sídhe are animated solely by magic. They’re functionally immortal, as long as they work with the forces in question.”

“I’m immortal?” Adrien squeaked, alarmed. That seemed like something somebody should have told him. He should know that, right?

Sabine laughed, shaking her head. “No, most cait sídhthe are different. You’re essentially a human which can transform into a fairy cat, rather than a fairy with multiple forms.”

“So I… sometimes have a soul?”

“It’s… difficult to articulate. It gets back into how the French look at souls,” sighed Sabine. “It’s not as if you have half a soul, because the magic compensates, but—you don’t have any hún souls.”

“Oh, jeez,” groaned Marinette, finally breaking away from her mother. She tugged a laughing Alya away, snuggling up to her instead, both of them leaned against the counter. “Here she goes.”

“You wouldn’t be so annoyed if you’d pay attention to your mother once in a while,” said Sabine, miming injury to her heart.

“If I listened to every lecture you gave about our heritage, my brain would have exploded by now,” said Marinette, sticking out her tongue for good measure.

“Your heritage?” Adrien asked hesitantly.

“Yeah, it’s a Chinese thing,” said Marinette, waving a vague hand. “Soul, uh—dualism?”

“That’s right!” Sabine beamed at her daughter. “Everyone—well, almost everyone—has a hún soul and a pò soul.”

“So like… what’s the difference?” asked Nino.

“Well… a hún soul is ethereal, while a pò soul is corporeal. Which is to say, when you die, a hún soul moves on, while a pò soul decays with the body.”

“So I like… just have one?” asked Adrien.

“Yes,” she affirmed, “a pò soul. It governs the seven apertures—like your eyes and ears—and it wants to return to the earth. It seeks to undermine your physical body so it can dwell again amongst the dark and damp.”

“You mean it’s trying to kill me so it can live underground? I already live underground!” said Adrien, paling.

Sabine laughed. “It’s only killing you in the sense that we’re all going to die someday, Adrien. It’s a soul, but it’s a mortal one. Your magic compensates for the most part, though there are some things it can’t do on its own.”

“Like what? If we spritz him with holy water or something is he gonna catch fire?” asked Alya, grinning unabashedly at Adrien, who scowled as convincingly as he could through his suppressed smile.

“No,” said Sabine, amusement playing across her gentle face. “Mostly, it’s that magic cannot act as a part of the regenerative cycle necessary for a pò soul to grow and heal as it should. Functionally, that means that most cait sídhthe have a difficult time recovering from emotional disturbances, like grief, and of course the limited transformations—”

“The what?” Nino broke in, straightening abruptly on his stool. Adrien winced beside him. “Limited? How limited?”

Sabine blinked, looking between them, apparently confused. “They can only transform into cats nine times, but if they do it that ninth time, they won’t be able to change back.”

“Dude!” said Nino, looking at Adrien with dawning horror. “Why didn’t you tell me? I wouldn’t have made you—”

“It’s okay,” Adrien rushed to assure him, “I wouldn’t have—I wouldn’t transform unless it was important, and this was really important—”

“You could have been stuck forever like a goddamned—excuse me Madame C—like a gosh darned Animorph—”

“No, I—A what?”

“How many times, bro?”

“H-how many times… what?”

“How many times have you transformed?” asked Nino, his voice low, his face pained with guilt. Adrien hesitated to answer, looking away, his own guilt overwhelming him.

“…Eight,” he mumbled finally, fiddling with the bell around his neck. Nino groaned. “But it’s okay, Nino! I can—all I have to do is sign a contract, and then I can transform as much as I want!”

“…Really?”

“Yes!” said Adrien, nodding a little too emphatically. “It isn’t that big a deal, it’ll be okay. I promise, I wouldn’t have done it if I didn’t think it was important—” Marinette cleared her throat to his side, “—or fun,” he admitted, smiling reassuringly.

“Okay…” said Nino, though he still looked incredibly guilty. Adrien’s heart clenched.

“Nino, it’s not your fault,” he persisted, crestfallen. “It’s mine. I didn’t tell you. I’m sorry.”

“It’s cool,” Nino mumbled. “It’ll… it’ll be alright.”

“It sure will!” Alya broke in, clearly trying to break the tension. Her voice was loud, her smile was wide, and her arm was slung across Marinette’s shoulders like she was keeping Alya upright. The way she was leaning on her, she probably was. “All our boy needs to do is find someone to sign a contract with! I sure I wish I knew an eligible witch somewhere.” She sighed dramatically, slumping further against Marinette, who was now propping her up with both hands and unable to hide her blush.

“Alya!” she hissed.

“Why aren’t you two signed?” Adrien asked, looking between them. It’d certainly be a good match. Granted, a witch and a kitsune would have a very volatile brand of magic, which he couldn’t really see either of these two handling, but they got along very well.

“What, like to each other?” asked Alya. “My mom says I’m too young for contracts. She says maybe when I’m 50 and I can actually manage to hold a transformation more than a few hours.”

“She’s right, you know,” observed Sabine, smiling over the rim of a tea cup Adrien hadn’t noticed her fetch. More magic, he supposed. “A contract isn’t anything so transitive.”

“Madame Cheng,” said Alya, mock gasping and clutching at her heart. “Are you saying I have commitment issues?”

“I’m saying you’re distractible,” Sabine said fondly. “Would you like something to eat?”

Alya squinted at her suspiciously. “I see what you’re doing, Madame,” she muttered, “but I would like something to eat.”

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ABC Tag

I’m going with Adair because he’s the most-main character of my current trilogy, but I might fill this out for Blythe later since she’s pretty much as much an MC as he is. 

A is for Age: 18 (Adair’s the youngest of my five characters- the rest are in their 20s) B is for Biggest Fear: Until book 2 when his fear becomes more emotional (losing the empathetic bond to his pair), it's heights. He's terrified of being off the ground in any way. C is for Current Time: It's late winter at the start of book 1. D is for Drink Last Had: Tea. Definitely tea. This culture drinks a lot of freaking tea. E is for Everyday Starts With: Grumbling about it being way too early to be awake (usually directed at Blythe who's a Cheerful Morning Person ugh), but then getting super excited because he gets to make breakfast! Then losing some excitement because his family of carnies can't agree on anything ever including breakfast. F is for Favorite Song: There are bound to be popular songs in a culture that revolves around the arts, but darned if I know what any of them are. Blythe was probably humming it this morning while being Annoyingly Awake. G is for Ghosts, Are They Real?: At the start of book 1, Addy would say probably not. By the end it's a definite, personal yes. (I mean, he gets to kiss one. That's pretty definite.) H is for Hometown: Sagewood, one of Concordia's small towns in the middle of nowhere. It's *boring*. I is for In Love With: Like that's a secret. Blythe and Etri. My gosh, the boy has it bad for both of them. Fortunately for him it works out to be mutual. It starts as a bit of a crush on these two attractive, slightly older performers, then they become his best friends and eventual significant others. J is for Jealous Of: Addy's not a particularly jealous person. I guess he's sort of jealous of the other artists his age who get more respect than he does, but he knows that he could too if he acted more traditional and he's dang well not going to do that. He's kind of an outsider in his own community. K is for Killed Someone: Unless a shadow or light creature (I haven't decided which) counts, no. That’s assuming he can even hurt them. Not sure yet. L is for Last Time They Cried: Probably within the past few days. He cries pretty easily over pretty much any kind of emotion. (I really need to make this come up more often. He's the most emotional character of the bunch.) M is for Middle Name: None at the moment, but when he gets his promotion to a higher ranking artist in book 2 (basically a symbol of adulthood), his parents' surname (Cerulean) becomes his middle name and he gets to choose a new surname based on his profession. N is for Number of Siblings: One younger sister. He gets along with her, but they're pretty far apart in age and he hasn't been home in a while so he hasn't seen her lately. O is for One Wish: To have a sentinel who will protect him and respect him better than his ex boyfriend did. (Sentinels are an artist's bodyguard/significant other.) P is for Person Last Called/Texted: He avoids writing home whenever possible, but he keeps in better contact with his former master who was like another mom. That said, the last letter he wrote was probably to his ex girlfriend. They're still good friends and keep in contact with each other. Q is for Questions They’re Always Asked: I couldn't think of one so my husband suggested "*You*? Seriously??" because no one ever takes Adair seriously. He's young, adorable, harmless looking, and kind, and I think this tends to make people disregard him. R is for Reasons to Smile: So many things make Adair happy! A new thing to sketch/paint, a change in scenery so he can see/experience new things, friends telling jokes and enjoying his company, yummy pies, beautiful spring days, his cat snuggling him, affection from Blythe or Etri. S is for Song Last Sang: I still don't know songs for this world yet. Probably whatever Blythe was humming while she tended to her plants this morning has gotten stuck in his head, though. T is for Time They Wake Up: Well into morning, probably around 10 given the choice. (Still not as bad as Etri who hates waking up before noon lol.) U is for Underwear Color: Adair's the kind of person who wears whatever looks cleanest. That said, most of his clothes are blue or purple, so it's probably one of those colors. V is for Vacation Destination: As a cartographer, he spent much of his apprenticeship traveling. He doesn't have a favorite place so much as places that served the best foods. W is for Worst Habit: Messy handwriting is probably the most harmless but most frequent. He's a cartographer. His writing has to be legible. He's really bad at making it this way but he's trying to be neater. The most harmful one is a tendency to be too passive and not speak up or letting other people make the decisions. He's gradually getting better at this. X is for X-Rays; Ever Broken a Bone?: Probably several. The other four members of his found family are all strong, athletic carnival performers. Adair is... well, he's a kindhearted artist who got picked on a lot as a kid and probably struggled to keep up with the other kids. Y is for Youth: *cough* I guess this is where I was going with the previous letter. He had a pretty boring, fairly traditional childhood and a slightly less traditional apprenticeship (his master is kind of an oddball like him who didn't quite fit into what Artisans are supposed to be like). He's a friendly person, but he's also kind of quiet and would rather draw something than play with the other more outgoing and social kids. It didn't help that his magic manifested a little later than average (an Artisan's worth is in their ability to possess magic and be an artist with it) and he was always kind of an outsider. He wasn't disliked, but he wasn't exactly included, either. And his biggest childhood bully grew up to be his closest friend because they were both kind of social outcasts with the other kids- this person was also later his aforementioned inept sentinel/boyfriend. He never really got on with his family, either, although hit fit in much better with his master and her family. Yeah, Adair is much happier with where his life is right now even though it's nothing like how an Artisan is supposed to live. He was a crappy Artisan but he's a dang good carny lol. Z is for Zealous: What Are They Passionate About?: Drawing and painting, putting his magic and effort into a really cool map that'll be his final project as an apprentice artist (this is basically like a graduation project and rite of passage rolled into one), cooking, finding yummy foods.

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