#✰ 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝘁.

[moltingseason]

who: @attaant where: hotel transylvania

Since the wedding, he'd kind of been in hiding. His entire life changed that day and not in the ways that he'd planned. There hadn't been a single moment he looked back on that he wished to return to his brother's estate. In fact, very few things had carried over from the life he had before but one person he hadn't wanted to lose was his wife-to-be. Even though neither of them saw the other in that way, that didn't mean Myles didn't care for her. The only bright side that would've come from their marriage was that he'd have someone else to call family besides Colin. It turned out that he could make his own and found one in the hotel, now feeling ready to introduce those he cared about into his new life. That was why he'd reached out to Atta and invited her to join him at the hotel bar. As someone who didn't drink much before, he picked up a taste for it since moving there. That's why he was able to order them both a drink, a glass of red wine for her, and a glass of white for him.

Myles sat a little straighter than usual, with a sense of pride filling his chest as he waited to show the life he'd made for himself. For a boy who could barely exist in his own home, he found somewhere that accepted him. A smile took over his face when he saw her and hopped from the stool to greet her. "You look beautiful, thank you for meeting me," he said pulling her into a hug. "I've missed you." A quiet confession to only be heard by her ears but earnest in every word. "I'm sorry I didn't say anything sooner..." He said with a sigh, motioning for them to take their seats at the bar. "How are you? Colin hasn't tried anything else, has he?"

[plcntyoftrouble]

who: @dogmovesout where: tramp's apartment

He had done it again, came to her rescue when she was certain she'd flown too close to the sun again. A little drug deal went wrong in a matter of minutes. She'd come with the right amount of cash but it had quickly become clear that wasn't all he'd wanted to get out of her that night. If Tristan hadn't showed up when he did, Peg wasn't sure she would've gotten out scuff-free. Sometimes it was like he had a sixth sense at knowing when she was in danger and swoped in to save the day. It was what had drawn him to her in the first place and now the blonde sat on the couch she swore she'd never see again. "Thank you for getting me out of that," Peg started, only pausing to shoot back the whiskey he'd given her upon their arrival. "I know I shouldn't be getting into it again but it was only this one time." A lie but it wouldn't be the first time. After all he'd lied about she figured this once wasn't so bad.

[pumpkiiin-spice]

𝗗𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗻𝗮𝗶𝗹𝘀 𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗭'𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗿 (𝗛𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝗟𝗶𝗻𝗲)

𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳, 𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿, 𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗬 𝘀𝘂𝗴𝗴𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝗬𝘂𝗻𝗵𝗼'𝘀 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁, 𝗬𝘂𝗻𝗵𝗼'𝘀 𝗮 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘃 (𝗹𝗼𝗹), 𝗽𝗲𝘁 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀 (𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆, 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲, 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀, 𝗺𝘆 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹, 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆) 𝗔𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: 𝗬𝗮𝘆𝘆𝘆, 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗮𝘆! 𝗪𝗲'𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘀! 𝗜 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲. 𝗜'𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗳 𝗱𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗧𝗫𝗧 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗼, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗜'𝗺 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗿𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘂𝗽, 𝗹𝗼𝗹. 𝗜'𝘃𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗧𝗫𝗧 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟮 (𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀), 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗜 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘀, 𝘀𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝗜'𝗺 𝗮 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆 𝗠𝗢𝗔? 𝗜𝗱𝗸. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁 𝗶𝘀, 𝗜'𝗺 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗿𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 (𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗬𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗷𝘂𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗧𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻), 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗜'𝗹𝗹 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻𝘀! 𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝗻𝗼𝘄, 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗭 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝘀! 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟮 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗲 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗼𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗼𝘄 𝗯𝘁𝘄. 𝗛𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝗻~.

[demonprincezeldris]

𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐍𝐨 𝐒𝐞𝐞

𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗮 𝗜 𝗽𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗽 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮 𝗳𝗲𝘄 𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝗴𝗼. 𝗜𝘁'𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗼𝘂𝘁. 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝘂𝗺𝗯 𝗶𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗺𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱, 𝘀𝗼 𝗮𝗽𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗳 𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗺𝘀 𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱. 𝗘𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆!

Zeldris groaned as the cold spray of water washed against his face. He looked up into the blanket of gray clouds above, squinting against the gentle rain. He trudged through the forest, looking over his shoulder at his brother, who was trailing not far behind. “Remind me again why you’re taking me to the middle of nowhere?” he asked sourly. 

His brother was as aloof as always, a sly grin slipping against his face. His hands laced behind his head as he snickered. “Oh come on, Zel. Is it such a crime to spend some quality time with my brother?” “It is when you’re being so damn sneaky about it,” the raven-haired demon grumbled. Meliodas let out a signature laugh as he strolled forward. “I told you it’s a surprise.” 

Zeldris didn’t think his day would go down this way. All he wanted to do was spend quality time with Gelda, strolling the gardens or having morning tea with her in their sitting room. But the executioner’s peaceful plans had quickly been turned on their head as Meliodas claimed he wanted to show Zeldris something. And as much as Zeldris protested, Gelda had encouraged him to go and spend time with his brother. She and Elizabeth could entertain themselves fine while their men were away. 

And so here they stood. Flying for most of the morning to the middle of Britannia, where the summer rains lashed against their faces as they flew to their secret destination. The pair walked in silence for a few more feet as the trees began to thin out, revealing a destroyed village in the middle of an open field. The roofs had collapsed, the small stone walls crumbling from their foundation. 

“Is this the surprise?” Zeldris asked dryly as he stopped, surveying the land. He turned his head to glare at his brother as he stepped forward. “Nope!” Meliodas said chipperly. “I’m not that cruel to drag you out all this way just for a little broken village. There’s something I want to show you that’s here.” Meliodas strolled past, ignoring Zeldris’ pained look. 

With a huff and a slight roll of his eyes, he followed Meliodas away from the destroyed village, coming to rest on the edge of a field. Zeldris raised an eyebrow as he watched the blonde plop himself down in the wet grass. Meliodas patted the spot beside him. “Sit with me,” he encouraged. Gritting his teeth, Zeldris sat himself down beside his brother, the cold, wet grass soaking the back of his pants. 

“Close your eyes,” Meliodas said. “Why?” Zeldris seethed, irritated by his brother’s vague words. Meliodas’ smile fell from his face, replaced by a somber look as he regarded his brother. “Please? This trip will make sense in just a minute. Just please close your eyes, Zeldris.” The raven closed his eyes, resting his palms against the grass as he sat still, focusing on his breathing. 

Meliodas was silent beside him too, their breathing filling the stillness of the air. The gentle rain continued to splatter around them as they concentrated on their breathing. After a few moments of silence, Meliodas encouraged Zeldris to open his eyes. Startled, Zeldris looked around, the grass suddenly replaced by a large field of flowers, their petals catching the water droplets from the sky, swaying gently. 

“What the hell?” Zeldris asked, jerking his head around the pair of them. “These weren’t here before.” Moments after he spoke, the petals detached from the center, spiraling rapidly into the air. Zeldris frantically staggered to his feet, looking around at the petals as they danced around him. He barely registered Meliodas as he quickly stepped out of the fray. The petals were overtaking his vision, surrounding him in a sea of light pink and white. 

He caught a glimpse of Meliodas’ smiling face before the scenery dissipated, the petals finally dispersing. Zeldris froze as humongous crystalline structures surrounded him, the sky a harsh green color that matched the crystals. “Meliodas?” he called out into the empty space. His voice echoed across the land, but he received no response. 

He walked forward, starting to explore the strange place he had been transported to. He had never been told of a place like this in any of his lessons with Cusack. He only knew of the Celestial Realm, the Demon Realm, and the surface. So where in the hell was he? What was it he was doing here? 

The demons’ thoughts snapped as a new voice echoed. “Hello, Zeldris.” Zeldris rapidly turned at the voice, and stopped dead at the person in front of him. A tall, slender figure stood before him. Long, black hair flowed down her face, accentuating the black eyes and the gentle smile. Her hands, scarred from many a battle, were clasped gently in front of her. Her arms were also littered with cuts and scrapes. 

Zeldris looked into her face, unable to speak as memories started to drift on the edges of his mind. “Momma?” he finally choked out, his voice weak as he stared at her. She was as beautiful as the day she had been taken away from them. Even after all these years, she still retained her youthful glow from when Zeldris remembered her. All those years ago. “Hello, my son,” she whispered, a bright smile growing on her face. 

“H-how is this- I don’t… I don’t understand. I thought you died. Where-.” His ramblings were cut off as his mom drifted towards him, her hands cupping his face. Zeldris looked into her black eyes, feeling his tears being wiped away swiftly as they started to cascade down his face. “There is nothing to fear, Zeldris. You are currently in the Land of the Dead. Meliodas used his past memories of us to get you here to see me.” 

The demon was stunned as he listened to her. He felt his arms encircle his mom’s waist, burying his face in her chest as he began to cry, overwhelmed by his situation. His body shuddered uncontrollably as he sobbed. His mom placed a kiss on his head as she silently comforted him, running her fingers through his hair. “I miss you, momma,” he whimpered, “I miss you so much.” “I know, dear. I miss you too. But I’ve always been looking at you and your brother from this place.” 

“Really?” She raised his chin up, her smile never ceasing as she gazed at him, dipping her chin. “I am so proud of what you’ve become, my son. I am proud of what you have managed to accomplish. The hurdles you’ve jumped to get where you are now. You should be very proud of yourself, Zeldris.” “I am. I am proud of myself.I managed to defeat father along with the sins, and live in peace with the one I love,” Zeldris rasped. He took a heaving breath as he managed to smile slightly up at her, his hearts calming down from their erratic beating. Her fingers ran through his raven locks again, soothing his mind. 

He embraced her one more time, a flash of light dancing in front of his face after a few moments. He jerked back, looking at his hands.  “Mortals don’t stay long in this world, I’m afraid. It only takes a few minutes before it starts kicking them out.” Zeldris looked up at his mother, eyes pleading. “I don’t want to leave you just yet, momma! I’ve only just seen you after millenia! I can’t bear to leave you again. Not so soon after we’ve seen each other.” 

His mother gave a sad smile as she squeezed him gently, his arms never loosing from around her waist. “I know, darling. But you’re still alive, and the Land of the Dead knows that.” Her black hair swayed softly behind her as she embraced him close. “I love you, Zeldris.” “I love you too momma,” he whispered. White dots danced around them as Zeldris simply embraced his mom, her familiar scent once more surrounding him. He was reminded of when he was a toddler, babbling nonsense to her as he showed her and Meliodas something he had found interesting. 

The memories of old danced through his head, filling him with a warm, fuzzy feeling. As his body began to disappear, he heard his mom’s voice ring once more. “You and I will never truly be apart, Zeldris. I will always be with you and Meliodas, even when it seems as if I am not. Remember that you are a wonderful person, and you have accomplished great things to get where you are. I love you, Zeldris. More than you could ever know.” 

Blinking back a fresh wave of tears, Zeldris embraced her once more, the bright light blinding his vision for a moment. He felt her gentle hand stroke his cheek, before everything disappeared. The rain once more splattered onto his body, the chill  biting through his skin. Zeldris opened his eyes slowly, seeing Meliodas standing a few feet away from him. “Looks like you made it back okay. Did-.” 

Zeldris lurched forward, his arms wrapping tightly around Meliodas’ form, a genuine smile crossing his face. Meliodas’ hands snaked around him, holding him close. “Thank you, Meliodas, ” he whispered.  Meliodas huffed a laugh, his arms tightening their grip ever-so-slightly. “You’re welcome.” Both brothers stood in the field, holding each other close as the rainstorm continued around them. 

[cadavercowboy]

                  𝗠𝗶𝗰𝗸𝘆 • 𝟮𝟬'𝘀 • 𝗦𝗵𝗲/𝗛𝗲𝗿

               Villain Apologist & All-Around Heathen

➼ 𝟭𝟴+ 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 — 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗗𝗡𝗜 — 𝗕𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱

➼ 𝗣𝗿𝗲𝘃𝘀: 𝗺𝗰𝗻𝗲𝗴𝗮𝗻 | 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗻 | 𝗰𝗮𝗱𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁

➼ 𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗹𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗻𝗼 𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆. 𝗡𝘂𝗱𝗴𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝘁.

➼ 𝗠𝘆 𝗶𝗻𝗯𝗼𝘅 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗯𝗲𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱𝘀. 𝗛𝗼𝘄𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿, 𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲, 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗮, 𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝗹𝗹-𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗿𝘆.

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• You can work with any deity. I don't judge nor is it my place to judge.No one should tell you who you can and can't worship. If you disagree with someone that's fine. Don't make it a fight. Have a nice conversation and agree to disagree. You shouldn't tell others what they can and can't work with/worship

• your practice is your own and you choose your path. You decide for yourself.Again with point one no one should tell you what to do as it's your own path.

•All practices welcome. All spectrums of magic. Cosmic to anticosmic. Left to Right. Everyone's definition of left hand and right hand path is different.I see it as left is more independent working and self improvement vs right hand is more joining the universe/worship.

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𝗥𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗹𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗲

☯️┋Taoism/水

Confucianism

☸️┋Dharma-Buddhism/Hinduism

🦌┋Norse paganism -Asatru,Vanatru, Thursatru and rokkartru welcome!

🐍┋Kemetic paganism

🏺┋Hellenistic Paganism

🐎┋Celtic Paganism

🐆┋Goetia/Dukante Deities and more

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𝗣𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗹𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗲

⚗️┋Alchemy

✨┋Astrology/planetary

♦️┋Baneful

☠️┋Death work

🐉┋Draconic/dragonian

⭐┋Energy work

⨁ ┋Gnosticism

🌿┋Herbology

🌳┋Kabbalah and more!

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𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐

[dorothyaeone]

𝗦𝗜𝗥 𝗦𝗪𝗔𝗡 [𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘂𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗹𝗮𝗱𝘆𝗯𝘂𝗴]

𝗹𝗮𝗱𝘆𝗯𝘂𝗴, 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝗶𝗿, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗶𝗿 𝘀𝘄𝗮𝗻 [𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟭]

The man veiled in the shadows marched into the dark unseen room with a small levitating creature following behind and speaking in a serious voice.

"Many centuries ago, magic jewels bestowing extraordinary powers were created. These were… the Miraculous. Throughout history, heroes have used these jewels for the good of the human race."

"Three of these Miraculous are more powerful than the others; the earrings of the Ladybug, which provide the power of creation; the ring of the Black Cat, which grants the power of destruction; and the choker of the white swan, which bestows the power of persuasion. According to legend, whoever controls these three jewels at the same time, will achieve absolute power."

The mysterious man growled at the strange creature and seethed, "I want that absolute power, Nooroo. I must have those Miraculous!"

The small creature, Nooroo, whimpered in fear, "But nobody knows where these Miraculous are!" he reasoned.

The man chuckled darkly, "I found you though, my little Nooroo. Your Miraculous... remind me of its powers again."

Nooroo gazed at the man then looked down, "The Moth Brooch allows you to give someone their own superpowers and to make that person your devoted follower," he explained.

"And when it comes to luring superheroes, what could be better than creating supervillains?"

The lavender-coloured creature looked up at his master in raised alarm, "But master, the Miraculous are not meant to be used for evil purposes!"

The unknown man glared sharply at the small creature, making it back away slightly, "I must have this absolute power!"

He pointed at Nooroo, a menacing aura surrounding him, "Your Miraculous is in my control! I am your master now, and you must obey me!" he commanded.

Nooroo looked down, dejected and defeated, "Yes, master." he muttered.

"Nooroo, dark wings! Rise!"

A blinding light lit up the shadowed room and from the light emerged the mysterious man, in a dark purple suit and a mask that covers his face.

"From this day on, I shall be known as... Hawk Moth!"

He laughed in triumph, his voice echoing throughout the large and desolate room, creating a chilling atmosphere.

Another creature, one similar to Nooroo but shown to be a bright colour of green, gasped as he sensed something new.

He rushed inside a room with an old man offering treatment to a young adult customer.

"Master! Master!" the green-coloured creature started yelling in alarm.

The client raised his head in confusion, hearing the small voice of the floating creature. The old man panicked and started chanting, "Master, master... chanting, it's all part of the treatment. Master, master..." he quickly reasons.

After a few seconds, he stops the treatment and quickly rushes the customer out of the massage shop, "Thank you for coming, see you again next week!" he rushed out to the confused young adult.

He slams the door and turns to look at the floating creature that interrupted his schedule with his client, "Master, the Moth Miraculous, I felt its aura," it continued.

The old man widened his eyes in shock at the surprising news, "I thought it had been lost forever!" he exclaimed.

The green creature's gaze suddenly turned solemn as he proceeded, "But Master, it's a negative aura. I fear it may have gotten into the hands of a dark power!" he said.

The man furrowed his brow in worry and determination, "We must find Nooroo and his Miraculous. If it has gotten into the wrong hands, there's no telling what evil will come upon the world!"

He raised up his arm and revealed a small bracelet, Time to transform! Wayzz..." he tries to start but then doubles over in pain.

The floating creature, Wayzz, approached the man in worry, "Please, Master. Be reasonable. You are–"

"Still young! I'm only 186," the man interrupted heatedly. Wayzz sighed disapprovingly.

"But you're right, Wayzz. I can no longer do it alone. We'll need some help." he approaches a large gramophone and starts punching in a secret password on its base.

After he enters the code, the gramophone opens up and reveals a large jewelry box with a strange logo on top.

Soleil Lavigne was awakened by being aggressively shaken by his annoying blonde friend, Adrien Agreste.

He sat up, his silver hair a large mess and his eyes tiredly glaring at the green-eyed model, who innocently blinked his eyes. "Adrien, what do you want?" he scowled.

Adrien looked down then quickly back up with pleading eyes, "Please help me, Sol. I want to go to a real school so bad. Please Please Please," he chanted.

Sol hesitated and looked at his friend in hidden pity, "You know Uncle Gabriel forbade you, right?" he asked.

Adrien frowned at the mention of his father, "He doesn't know what I want! I just want to go to school for once, please Sol. I already told Chloé I would be there, anyway!"

Sol sighed in defeat, "I'm going to be late this morning, aren't I?" Adrien smiled guiltily, "Nevermind about that, let me get ready and I'll accompany you to school," he stood up.

Adrien cheered and wrapped his arm around his silver-haired friend, "I knew I could count on you!" he yelled excitedly.

Sol chuckled warmly, "Okay! Okay! Now let me go so I can get ready, I don't want to go back to school in my pyjamas."

The two fourteen-year-olds managed to convince Adrien's chauffeur to drive them to Collège Françoise Dupont, although it took them around an hour for him to finally give in.

In the end, they were caught by Nathalie Sancoeur, Gabriel Agreste's assistant. But instead of reporting them immediately to Gabriel, she followed them to try to convince Adrien to go home, knowing that she won't be able to stop the young Agreste.

Adrien and Soleil rushed out of the limousine once they reached the entrance of Collège Françoise Dupont, closely followed by Nathalie, "Adrien, please reconsider! You know what your father wants! Soleil, please convince Adrien to go back home!"

Adrien stopped in his tracks and looked back at the older woman, "This is what I want to do!" he yelled back.

Soleil froze as his purple irises spotted a pitiful old man on the ground, trying to reach his walker but it was too far. His instincts kicked in and he quickly rushed toward the unknown man.

"Sol?" Adrien noticed the sudden rush of his closest friend and turned around just to spot the old man as well, he rushed just as quickly as Soleil did.

Adrien picked up the old man's walker while Soleil helped the man stand up. "Are you okay, sir?" the young Lavigne asked politely.

The old man shook his head and chuckled, "I'm fine. Thank you, to both of you," he said. Sol gave the kind man a soft smile while Adrien turned to look at Nathalie with a proud gaze, but frowned when she looked at him disapprovingly.

The two boys made eye contact and Adrien sighed dejectedly and turned to walk back to the car with Sol's eyes following his figure sympathetically, "I just wanna go to school like everybody else. What's so wrong with that? Please don't tell my father about all this."

As Adrien sat back in the limousine, Nathalie turned to Sol, "You can proceed to classes now Sol, I'll be taking Adrien back to the estate." The silver-haired boy only gave her a tight-lipped smile and a small nod.

He turned back to the man and smiled, "I have to go now, sir. You should be careful," he bid farewell to the old man and then rushed inside the school.

The old man stood in place, a knowing glint in his eyes.

"I'm so sorry I'm late!" Soleil rushed into his classroom, frazzled and panicked. The ginger-haired teacher stopped her lecture and turned to the young teen at the door.

"Solekins! You're finally here!" Chloé squealed joyously

"Oh, Soleil. It's fine for now, you're only twenty minutes late and it's the first day. I can be lenient this once, just make sure to not do it again," she said.

Soleil grinned in relief, "Thanks Miss Bustier, I swear it won't happen again," he said, fixing his dishevelled hair.

Miss Bustier nodded her head, "Good, you can sit next to Nathaniel in the back this school year," she pointed to the last table on the right side, where a boy with vermilion hair flinched at the mention of his name.

Soleil looked up to gaze at Nathaniel, who avoided his stare and buried his head in a notebook. He nodded his head and then walked up to get to his seat.

He shuffled quietly next to the cyan-eyed boy as their teacher resumed her lecture. He turned to his seatmate and was dispirited when he still refused to look at him.

"Hey, 'Niel..." he tried to start. The young teen froze at Soleil's voice, shivering at how comforting and gentle his tone was. He missed that voice during the summer break.

Soleil had grown slightly taller, his hair was fluffier, and his voice had deepened, but other than that, Nathaniel thought that Sol hadn't changed at all since the last year when he first came into his life.

Sol pouted miserably when Nathaniel still ignored his presence. After half a year, he would have thought that everything would have been sorted out after that media incident but he guessed he was wrong.

His dad was a lot scarier and more powerful than he anticipated. After that picture of him and Nathaniel spread through the media, there was a lot of backlash against the Lavigne family for apparently raising a 'queer'.

Soleil found that utterly ridiculous and was furious when crowds of people would gang up on Nathaniel on the internet, calling him different slurs and yelling at him for stealing their 'Perfect Prince'.

At that point, Soleil had been furious. How dare they! This was the 21st Century for crying out loud! And if they ever actually asked, they would know that Soleil and Nathaniel were nothing more than just friends!

He was normally quite kind and lenient with his paparazzi, but when they start attacking the people he loves, he was ready to destroy them.

He had received a call from his parents about the incident and was bombarded with worried lectures from his mother and father. In the end, his father came to the solution of cutting Nathaniel from his life.

Of course, Sol refused. There was no way he was just going to make Niel leave his life when he already has become a huge part of it. But in the end, his father went behind his back and threatened Nathaniel.

After that, his friendship with Nathaniel strained until they weren't even speaking anymore during the last few months in school. Soleil was positively furious at both his parents and refused to go home that summer break.

But his heart had also shattered because his friendship with a person that he held dear to his heart was ruined after just one single photo was posted. The media and the internet could ruin a person's life so quickly in a blink of an eye.

He spent his summer break cooped up in the Agreste Estate and only went out when going to photoshoots with Adrien or attending important fashion shows.

He hoped and prayed that after the summer break, everything would be okay and everything would be fine between them and the world would seem right again. But after his interaction with Nathaniel, he figured that it wasn't the case at all.

He gazed at Nathaniel wistfully, looking at his long, soft vermilion hair, and the soothing feeling of running his hand through it when he comforted him.

Those cyan eyes that shone so brightly whenever Sol bought him new sketchbooks and materials, the cyan eyes that would light up whenever Sol was around to encourage him.

And those hands that were so small compared to Sol's, those hands that he held in his whenever he would pull Nathaniel along on small hangouts. He missed the warmth of those hands. And he missed the presence of the person all those belonged to.

"I miss you."

He missed his best friend.

He turned away to listen to the rest of Miss Bustier's lecture, defeated and miserable, a contrast to his once usual personality, confident and joyful.

Cyan-coloured irises looked up for once to gaze at the pretty features on the young silver-haired boy's face, already missing the familiar soothing voice that loved to listen to every day.

He would watch interviews and look at photographs from magazines, but it would never be the same as the feeling whenever he was actually around.

Because whenever Soleil was actually around, he would be able to smell his fragrant cologne, he would be able to fiddle with his long fingers whenever he was nervous, and he would be able to actually feel that comforting warmth that he had whenever he held him close.

Yeah.

He missed his best friend too.

AUTHORS NOTE:

I aged them up to fourteen for the first season because I can, and I never did see them as thirteen-year-olds in the first season. 

[cutieshena]

🖤𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 🖤

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Hello guys My name is Shena.

❗️This is the first time I have tried to use this program. I‘m still exploring it, so I rarely update the dynamic❗️

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𝐌𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬

✮⋆˙𝗖𝗼𝘀𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆

✮⋆˙𝗖𝗢𝗗(𝗙𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗿𝘁）

✮⋆˙𝗦𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗧𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻(𝗙𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗿𝘁)

✮⋆˙𝗟𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗮

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𝐌𝐲 𝐎𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥

✮⋆˙ 𝗖𝗢𝗗 𝗢𝗖 (𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗣𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗽 𝗚𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗲𝘀)

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𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞

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❗️𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠❗️

✮⋆˙ 𝗣𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝘆 cosplay 𝗽𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗼𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻.

✮⋆˙ 𝗣𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗮𝗴𝗲𝘀 𝘂𝗻𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝗲 .𝗕𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗜 𝗮𝗺 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗮𝗳𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀.

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[columbina-wife1]

𝗔𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘂𝗯? 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝘃𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲!

★ ┈┈┈ ••✦ ᯓ ✦•• ┈┈┈ ★

--- 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗥𝘂𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗔𝗱𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗶!✰ (adepti themed server!)

★ ┈┈┈ ••✦ ᯓ ✦•• ┈┈┈ ★

𝗵𝗶 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲!!

𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀, 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲:

✦ 𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗡 𝗙𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗨𝗕 𝗖𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦

✦ 𝗚𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻 𝗼𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁𝘀

✦ 𝗚𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝘂𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆

➵ 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻, 𝘄𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀!

★ ┈┈┈ ••✦ ᯓ ✦•• ┈┈┈ ★

━»•»★«•«━━━━━━━━

✦ 𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗞𝗔𝗜 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗠𝗨𝗡𝗜𝗧𝗬

✦ 𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝘁

✦ 𝗣𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗶𝘀𝘁𝘀!

✦ 𝗣𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘃𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗼 𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘀!

✦ 𝗩𝗔 𝗖𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝗢𝗣𝗘𝗡

✦ 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗰���𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵!

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✦ 𝗔𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝘀 𝗟𝗚𝗕𝗧 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗺𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝟭𝟯+ (𝗡𝗢 𝗡𝗦𝗙𝗪)

𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆,

- 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗯𝘆 bread0272 on discord

- 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗸:https://discord.com/invite/Z6PUj2TG

[moltingseason]

who: @hclyrabies where: hotel transylvania

This would mark the first year he'd ever actually celebrated the holiday, besides making Valentine's Day grams with his mother that he'd bring to school for his mates. That was different than spending it with someone who made his heart feel like it grew wings and flew away whenever he was around her. Mavis was special, Myles had known that since they first met which meant everything else he got to learn about her solidified that fact. She'd become like the family his own brother never could be and gone beyond that by captivating him entirely. What she'd given him at the hotel was a home and people to share it with which was all he'd ever truly wanted. That all led up to him wanting to prepare something just as special as she was for the occasion.

He'd asked her to meet him down in the lobby at seven and to wear her favorite dress. It was ten til, Myles had gotten there early due to his nerves. He didn't want her to be early and him to not be there which meant arriving well enough before to beat her. When she arrived he got to his feet, adjusting his suit jacket when he did so. "You look beautiful, as always," he said with a smile growing with each he took towards her. "Thanks for coming with me tonight, don't know if I told you that yet." Myles's grin turned sheepish and his eyes moved to the floor, hand to the back of his neck as he chuckled at his own awkward nature. His torso straightened up again, offering her his arm this time so that they may face the night together. "Ready to see your surprise?"

[plcntyoftrouble]

who: @ladylilah where: the deare's house

She stood in the front yard, looking up at the house that she'd only ever seen through a glance in the window. After discovering the secret life that Tristan had and was keeping from her she couldn't help but sneak a peak before leaving town. Not that she intended to home wreck, already having done enough, but just to see the life he was leaving behind. They seemed happy, though she knew that was probably how it looked from the outside instead of how it really was. Peg had her fair share of fake smiles. Now, she was at the front door and her heart wanted to beat out of her chest. It hadn't felt like the right time then but it had been haunting her ever since. She wondered if she should've said something to her or left a note, instead she ran. This meant it was time to face the reality now that she'd returned. Peg rang the doorbell before stepping back and waiting for the woman from the window to answer. When she did her breath got caught in her throat for a moment. "Are you Lilah Tramp?"

[archivei]

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