#i will go through more of your tag also. sorry in advance for notification death

[morphogenetic]

also so sorry @ the mutual who had to experience me going through like half of their dgs tag. i appreciate your patience in this brainrot time

[netheritenugget]

This blog is not being updated, and it never will be.

Due to the impermanence of the internet as a whole, I am of the opinion that this is a collection of pieces of fandom history, and that history is worth saving. It is not important history in my eyes, and is likely extremely unimportant in the eyes of others, but it is history nonetheless.

I do not wish to condone the actions of certain content creators. Their reprehensible actions have poisoned the well. But they did not build the contents of this blog; the community did.

The Covid Lockdowns were an extremely lonely time for me. I'd gone fully remote for my remaining classes, and lost an in-person connection with friends and loved ones I saw every day at school. I needed something to do to, and the frenzy of the DSMP fandom swept me off my feet. I'm certain that many people found themselves in similar situations. This was what we turned to, in that horrible time. This is a small piece of what we built. Even in the midst of a pandemic, it made me a little less lonely.

We did not know that people we'd trusted to entertain and inspire us did horrible things. We loved and created and shared with our whole hearts, and while heartbreak was always inevitable, I think that love amounts to something worthwhile.

Maybe there will be a day when enjoying this fandom will no longer be such a hot-button issue, when we can fully avoid giving Wilbur Soot or Dream (or any other streamer who has since done unforgivable things) any benefit from our fun. When we can say "death to the author" and have it mean something. But that day is not today, nor do I think it will be within the next decade. This blog may have to wait a long time, before I can stand to look at it again.

But until then, until this site dies and maybe even after, I will keep these posts, a record of a labor of love.

(Old FAQ below)

Hi, welcome to Eretblr! :D

Hello! I am Roxy, she/her! I like Minecraft and I draw (usually fanart).

“Hey are you the blog who wrote those funny fake achievements for Dream SMP characters?”

Yep!  Feel free to browse through the tag "fake dream smp advancements" on my blog. :3  I also recommend the character fanart tags, and the “dsmp ambiance” tag.

"I went through your fanart tags and accidentally blasted your notifications, I'm so sorry-"

My dude, that's what my entire blog is for. Go ham with liking and reblogging whatever you want.

“Can I make art based off of your advancements? Can I make advancements?”

Yes! I’d be extremely flattered if you made something, go for it.  You can write the advancement on your art, quote it in your description, whatever. If you @ me on the post it’ll show up in my notifications, I’ll be more than happy to reblog it and get your art some more attention. :) And you can make advancements too! I do not mind! It's a very easily replicated concept, and fun to do!

“Favorite things to reblog?”

This blog is mostly fanart.  I love fanart.  Show me your fanart.  Tag me in your fanart.  I wanna reblog it so people see it.  Think of it as me putting your stuff on my fridge. :)

“Do you draw fanart too?”

I do!  Search my blog for “nugget’s art tag” to see my fanart.

“How old are you?”

25.

“I don’t want to be a bother, but I have X tr1gger/Y ph0bia, can you please tag it as x/y so I can filter it out of my feed?”

Due to the recent tag ban, I may have to rethink how I tag things, but I will definitely not stop adding warnings to the things I've been tagging previously.

If you have anything you want me to tag for you, shoot me an anon or DM me directly.  It is never too much of a bother. Currently tagged: #tw blood, #tw gore, #tw body horror, #tw unreality, #tw spiders.  I tag triggers as needed, so when looking through my post archive, please be aware not everything will be tagged.

“What’s your gender/sexuality?”

Wouldn’t you like to know, weatherboy? 🤨

Pronouns are she/her.  Calling me “dude” and “guy” are fine, the words are pretty much gender neutral as far as I'm concerned.

"Can I DM you?"

Ye. :)

"Can I DM you/send you asks about fundraising posts?"

Respectfully, no. I am broke and so are my followers.

“Who’s your favorite Minecraft Youtuber?/Minecraft Streamer?”

Eret (obviously) but I'm also extremely fond of Wilbur Soot, and basically the entirety of Hermitcraft. I love the Hermits, season six of Hermitcraft was how I got into present-day Minecraft Youtube. :3 So if you're sick of seeing me on your dashboard, blame Beacon-Lamp.

“Fun fact about you?”

I have ADHD, just like Eret and Technoblade :) but it didn't make me any smarter :)

"Trans rights?"

Trans rights. Herobrine told me so himself.

"Wait, don't go, I have more questions!"

Search my "about" tag to see if someone has asked before, or send it to me in an ask. :3

"Mobile sucks, how do I search for these mythical 'tags' you speak of?"

I added the tags I referenced here to the bottom of this post, for your convenience.

Happy blogging! o/

[thelatetimothylawrence]

I never made a mobile-friendly post with my Verses and Rules so... just check under the cut, I guess?

I'll also pin it to be easy to access.

VERSES

Borderlands 3 - After Jackpot

The “default” verse for my roleplay, unless stated otherwise. Thanks to the help of Moxxi and the Vault Hunters, he was able to flee from that golden Jack-shaped prison and try to search a new place where he could start over and finally live his own life, even if having the voice and appearances (and also DNA) of a deceased dictator will not make it easy. To overcome all of this and the traumas he suffered, Timothy will need time…but now he finally has all the time he needs. Free. (small note: for this verse, Tim got a new hand thanks to FL4K building it like they do for their pets)

Tag: #[verse: after jackpot]

Pre-Sequel - Jimothy the Body Double

Basically, a verse that takes place in the Pre-Sequel Era after he got tricked into the surgery, whole body-double/Vault Hunter gig.

Tag: #[verse: jimothy]

Borderlands 2 - Still a Doppelganger

After the events of Pre-Sequel and before the death of Handsome Jack, a sort of AU where he didn’t get sent to the Jackpot and continues acting as a double for Jack. He was branded, dons the mask, and he’s the firts of the doubles…the other double (mostly pocket-watch doubles) consider him being the “favourite” since he’s the first one, but he suffers the same consequences - or probably worse - as the others if he stumbles upon the wrath of Jack. He doesn’t like having to continue being a double, but what other option there is for someone like him?

Tag: #[verse: still a doppelganger]

Post-TPS/early BL2 and after - Timothy the Renegade

Another sort of AU. After the events of TPS and after the branding, Timothy finally finds the courage to flee from Jack and Hyperion. Faking to being busy with some business for Jack on Concordia, he stops by Nurse Nina to get the infamous bomb out of his body and remove the clasps of the mask (the surgeries were irreversible but at least those things where fixable) - paying well to ensure that she’ll never tell that he has been there - and defects on Pandora. The best way to hide something, sometimes is in plain sight. Also, no one would notice someone that keeps his face hidden between all the masked bandits that live on that planet. There, he lives as a bounty hunter and by not staying too long on the same place.

His hair is kept long, in a low ponytail, the scarred face usually his hidden with goggles and a scarf, the voice is changed through a modulator that keeps hidden under the scarf. Tim still has the watch with his diji-jacks, he was able to alter their code so Jack couldn’t use the watch to track him down nor control it, and also made them able to mimic his disguise so they won’t out his identity. No more silly one-liners, their AI was improved after the Elpis’ events.

Tag: #[verse: renegade]

Pre-Canon - Freckled Ginger

Before the Pre-Sequel. Timothy was a simple guy - with ginger hair, freckles and glasses - attempting at completing his college studies while the loan he had to take was keeping him more than broke. But he didn’t want to go back to his family after he insisted to go to that college instead of a community one. He won’t be able to handle the shame of failing, nor having to admit that he has a big debt on his shoulders because he wanted to chase his dream to become a writer.

Tag: #[verse: freckled ginger]

RULES

Basics

I have roleplaying experience, but not on Tumblr

English is not my language, sorry in advance

I’m shit at formatting, but I’ll try my best

Even though my schedule is embarassingly open, I can’t assure to be active often or be able to reply fast because of both timezones (I’m in GMT+1) or because my mental health told me to go fuck myself to take a break for a bit.

Will be roleplaying when I’m on computer, because I hate that the phone keyboard hides almost all the text editor of Tumblr app.

Now the real rules:

I won’t be writing any sexual NSFW content: I’m not comfortable with that.

Any other thing (adult or not) found in the Borderlands universe is fine with me, just don’t make me write the hanky-panky.

As stated before, I’m not good with formatting posts

I don’t have a fixed lenght for replies, but I’ll try to adapt to the other’s style… but I can’t guarantee to be able to write sth lenghty bc of language skills barrier.

There won’t be icons in my replies because I know myself and I’ll end up forgetting to add them quite soon.

I’m not selective currently, I just want to roleplay and have fun. Probably I will not be following back non-rp blogs simply to keep dash & notifications tidy.

OC friendly! I love seeing Borderlands OCs and if you have an about page I’ll surely will be giving it a look!

Multiverse: mainly BL3 post Jackpot DLC, but I’m open to roleplay other timelines and Verses/AUs

About this, if you have any idea for a verse/au feel free to message me to discuss plots and stuff together!

Since it’s Multiverse I guess that it could also be Multiship, but I don’t really care about ship stuff. Let’s see how the plot goes naturally.

No Godmodding but this should be like the basic thing in rp.

Also!

The Timothy that I’ll roleplay will be a mix of Canon and Headcanons, so it could not fit the expecations

Mun is not the Muse: me and Timothy may have a bunch of traits in common, but we are not the same thing. Please keep them separated.

On this note, no OOC drama. I don’t want you drama, nor I care about it. Keep your drama for yourself because I have my share of drama irl: if I’m here I want to have fun and not suffer anxiety/panic attacks because of some shit internet drama.

I’m kinda shy and anxious so I can’t guarantee to be the one initiating the interactions, but I’ll try my best.

[crazyfreckledginger]

Batboys x Batsis!Reader - “Big Surprise”

After having time off from the military, you decide to come back to Gotham but decide to mess with your brothers as an over the top dramatic entrance filled with a prank, however, you didn’t expect to meet the two new additions to the family, Tim and Damian.

Requested by anon and on Wattpad: “Is possible for me to request a basis!reader that gets back from the military after a few years and Tim and Damian meet her for the first time?”

“I don't know if you do requests but can you do one where the reader is the batboys oldest and they were expecting her a week in advance but she came a week earlier so she messes with them with the help of Bruce but the boys doesn't know that she's back”

A/N: Hope you like it!

~Tell me when you’re taking your flight here so I can ask Alfred to pick you up~

The phone buzzed on her dashboard. The music was louder than the impact the device made on the plastic covering, the girl couldn’t hear it. Her fingertips tapped on the steering wheel with the rhythm of the music as her eyes watched the road in front of her. Her hand grasped the indicator and she spinned the wheel to get onto the parking lot. 

(Y/N) cleared all the trash that was in the car before making sure it smelled clean before patting the car.

“I’ll miss you buddy, thanks for being incredibly helpful for the past few years,” she stood up and closed the door, locking it before walking towards the receptionist.

****

After returning the rented car, she grasped her bags and her phone, seeing the little light flash on the top of it to signal a notification. Pressing the button, the screen lit up and she read her father’s message, quickly replying with a ‘will do’. 

Pressing her phone in her pocket, she pulled her bag back onto her shoulder before searching for the terminal she was going to depart in.

****

“Alfred, (Y/N) is due to return in four hours, please pick her up at the airport,” Bruce entered his office.

“Of course Master Bruce,” he nodded, cleaning the surfaces of the kitchen, “should I assemble the other Masters for her return?” 

“No, she said she wanted to surprise them,” Bruce walked out of his office with a small briefcase, “I’m heading out for now,” 

“Good luck Master Bruce,” he nodded.

“Thank you Alfred, I should be back in a few hours,” 

****

“Oh my gosh, Alfred, it’s so good to see you again!” the girl raced to him and engulfed him in a big hug. Her heart was still beating widely in anticipation and she couldn’t contain the grin plastered on her face as the butler chuckled when he overcame his surprise.

“It’s good to have you back Miss (Y/N),” he stated warmly, before they parted from the hug and she helped him put her bags in the boot. 

“I heard from Master Bruce that you wanted to play a ‘prank’ on your brothers,” his eyes glanced at the rear view mirror to perceive her staring at the scenery that was parading in front of her. Her attention darted towards him.

“Yes, I have a few plans for them!” she chuckled.

****

Dick entered the Manor, offering a small ‘I’m back’ and pacing to the kitchen, searching for some much needed cereal.

His hand grasped the milk box, pulling it out and closing the fridge before meandering back to his sacred bowl of cereal and pouring it lightly and whistling a tune.

The static noise on a nearby device nearly made him jump. Gulping down his cereal, he placed the half full bowl back on the counter and pacing towards the source of the sound.

The TV was on, and what kind of put him on edge was the fact that it was on a static station, it wasn’t that old, it didn’t even more like that, how could it be stuck between two channels? How could it make that most annoying sound and hurt any eye that landed on the screen? 

Dick scurried to it, turning it off before it gave him a headache.

Small, pitty patter footsteps grew louder behind him and he whisked towards the source of the sound with a small screech.

Nothing.

“What the-” his heart nearly sunk out of his chest as he heard the sound of small girly giggle, one that he was too far off anyone he knew would have it. 

“You like fruit loops too, Dicky bird?” the high pitched chuckle made him scream with such a high pitch that it could easily be thought to be coming from the innocent child. He didn’t think twice about leaving his dignity he was keeping before rushing out of the Manor and driving far far away. 

Score.

******

“You’re telling me there is a ghost in this place?” Jason tried to suppress his laughter.

“Is this conversation really necessary?” Damian grumbled as he helped Bruce search for the target on the computer along with his father.

“I told you, you would be chickening out for the new Annabelle movie,” Tim snorted. 

“I’m serious,” Dick glared, “and- okay, maybe, I had flashbacks from the movie which is why I walked away-”

“Ran away like a wet duck,” Jason laughed. Dick sighed, knowing this story would come biting back in his ass.

“But I guarantee you, I didn’t make up what I heard.” 

“You know what this is?” Red Hood asked, cleaning his guns. Nightwing rolled his eyes, a small smile tugging at his lips in disbelief, “this supernatural being you’re talking about, much be the g-g-g-ghost of my will to live,” 

“Jason-”

“Jesus,” The eldest shook his head, “will you ever stop using every single opportunity to make a death joke?”

“What? Of course not!” The man in question raised his hands up in defeat. Everyone froze when a soft, only-familiar-to-Dick giggle pinched at their ears. 

“I thought it was funny,” the voice admitted innocently. Dick nearly went pale as he grasped for the closest robin -- who happen to be Tim who just stood, mouth agape yet scanning for the source of the voice.

“Who’s there?” Damian gripped his weapon, also searching for who was in there, convinced it was a person and not what Dick was making up. 

A sudden whisper filled the room, audibly but not distinguishable. 

Bruce looked back, eyebrows knit together in confusion and annoyance as Jason was cautious above anything else, safety off his guns and ready to use them.

“Come out coward!” Tim expressed in a shaky voice. 

“Nice going Tim,” Jason retorted sarcastically.

“(Y/N), we’re on a mission, do you mind ending your prank now?” Bruce sighed. 

“(Y-Y/N)?” Jason and Dick spluttered at the same time.

The figure leaped down from the small ledge of the Batcave and landed skillfully on her feet.

“Hey guys,” she grinned.

“(Y/N)!” Dick and Jason yelled, rushing to her and giving her a tight hug.

“Aww,” she hugged them back tightly, “I missed you guys so much,” she nuzzled Dick’s shoulder as Jason placed his cheek against hers. 

“It’s been way way too long,” The second oldest hugged a little tighter. 

Damian and Tim stood there awkwardly, not knowing who this person was. 

“This was you all along??” Dick asked after pulling away from the hug.

“Of course it was, I couldn’t pass up scaring you half to death, although I really wanted to hug you guys again,” she chuckled through happy tears.

“Oh, baby sister,” Dick grasped her cheeks and pulled her against his chest for another hug.

“(Y/N),” Bruce’s low voice tore the three eldest of his family apart, “this is Tim, and Damian,” his hand gestured to the two shorter people in the room.

“I’m so sorry for being rude, it’s really nice to meet you,” she moved closer to them and gave them a smile.

“You are Bruce’s daughter?” 

“No, he adopted me when I was just a few months younger than Jason, then I spent my years in the military,” she explained.

“Where did you serve?” Tim inquired.

“I served in-”

“Great introduction, now if you don’t mind, I’d like to catch up and know what my sister is doing here a week before schedule -- and especially what she used to scare Dick half to death,” Jason grasped the girl’s arm and started walking away.

“Hey- I wasn’t scared!” 

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[buckyeagan]

I dare you to answer ALL OF THE QUESTIONS

Oh geez. This is my dream but I also feel bad for anyone that’s going to get a giant wall of text when I finish this. If anyone wanted to know A LOT about me, here you go😂😂

1. Answered

2. Answered

3. What’s your favorite candle scent?: This is actually very specific. It’s the ‘Winter Candy Apple’ candle that Bath and Body Works comes out with during the holidays!

4. What flower would you like to be given?: Well, my favorite flowers are lilies of the valley, peonies, and sunflowers. So any of those! I’ve never really been given flowers before, honestly. 

5. Who do you feel the most you around?: @thesefeelingsivegot who is my best friend that I met on here through Dunkirk and got to meet this past October. I’m hoping to go visit her this summer as well! She’s honestly like my other half😅

6. Say three nice things about yourself (three physical and three non-physical): Yikes, this is difficult. Um…I like my hair a lot which has been a really long process so I’ll take that as an accomplishment. Uhhh, this isn’t easy! I think I’m a really loyal friend. And I like to think I can be funny. 

7. What color brings you peace?: I think I’d have to say light shades of blue and then like forest green. 

8. Tag someone (or multiple people) who make you feel good: you, @thesefeelingsivegot @towrite-or-not-towrite @magneticghouls @ohmytaikawaititi and @toziersrichard are the first to come to mind!

9. What calms you down?: Watching old SNL sketches or interviews of people that I really admire and adore. It’s my go to self care method when I’m feeling really bad. 

10. What’s something you’re excited for?: Spring break starts this Friday and I always go to Disney World with my parents so I’m excited for that!

11. What’s your ideal date?: Honestly, getting a date at all would be ideal since that’s never happened. It’s probably seeing a play or musical. 

12. How are you?: Oof, that’s a loaded question. It’s day to day but overall, I’m good. This is a really stressful and overwhelming semester but I’m trying to get through it without getting too worn out. 

13. Answered. 

14. Favorite feel good show?: Hmmm…the show that probably makes me the happiest is SNL so I’ll go with that. 

15. For every emoji you get, tag someone and describe them in one word: I didn’t get any so I can’t!

16. Compliment the person that sent you this number: Oh! That’s much easier. I feel like we’ve been mutuals on here for absolutely ages now! We don’t talk as much as we used to but I always am really excited to hear from you when we do! Anytime I get a notification from you, it definitely makes my day a little brighter!

17. Fairy lights of LED lights?: I think fairy lights. 

18. Do you still love stuffed animals?: ABSOLUTELY!!!

19. Most important thing in your life?: This might sound ridiculous but it’s a blanket. I’ve had it since the day I was born and I still carry it with me everywhere yes I’m 24 let me live

20. What do you want most in the world right now?: Hmm. I just want more answers about a lot that’s coming in the near future for me, really. I feel like I’m waiting for so many things to fall into place. 

21. If you could tell your past self one thing, what would it be?: This one’s going to get dark so sorry in advance. I’d probably just…apologize. I’d tell myself that it’s okay. That I know things are really hard and seem impossible. That people always say ‘it gets better’ and it feels like utter bullshit. But they’re right. And I know you hate that but they really are right. Things will get better and you’ll get to live a life you never even imagined was possible. Just trust me, you don’t want to die. I know you do right now but you won’t feel that way forever. 

22. What would you say to your future self?: I think it would be more of a question really. I’d just ask if I finally made it where I wanted to be. If I’m studying what I want and if I’m happy. 

23. Favorite piece of clothing?: The first pair of Dr Martens I bought. I still wear them basically every day despite having 11 pairs.

24. What’s something you do to destress?: That’s sort of the same as what I do to calm down. I watch things that make me happy!

25. What’s the best personal gift someone could give you (playlist, homemade card, etc.): Honestly anything personal absolutely melts my fucking heart so I can’t pick one thing. I love when someone gives me something that’s meaningful to our friendship. Something we specifically enjoy together, that’s the best. 

26. What movie would you want to live in?: It’s tough because a lot of movie universes have a lot of death and really horrible events taking place. I think living on a Federation protected planet in any Star Trek movie would be pretty amazing. But…I’d want to be a Vulcan. 

27. Which character would you want to be?: Can I be married to Spock? If not…just Spock. 

28. Hugs or hand holding?: Honestly neither…I really don’t like being touched😂

29. Morning, afternoon, or night?: Considering I’m writing this at 3:50 AM…definitely night! Or…would that be considered morning then, technically? I’m a night owl🤷🏻‍♀️

30. Answered.

Thank you so much for this, I really enjoyed it a lot!!!💗💙💕

[dalisaid]

RULES

about

this is an independent,  private,  &  selective roleplay blog for the character sam winchester from the cw’s supernatural,  &  the character in no way belongs to me;  just my writing,  headcanons  &  portrayal,  etc.

please do not follow this blog if you ship / don’t mind incest / pedophilia,  plain  &  simple.

i go by jean,  i’m 19,  &  use she / they pronouns.

my muse

sam winchester from the cw’s supernatural.

season 1  &  season 2 focused ( however,  i’m willing to be flexible here  &  there should the need arise,  but just because i tend to stick to earlier seasons does not mean if your muse is from later seasons that i won’t interact with you;  supernatural is a crazy show  &  pretty much anything is possible,  so don’t let my early portrayal dissuade you from interacting with me  <3 )

however,  along with the above,  i am 100% willing to write in later seasons upon request  & / or  should the muse for it strike ( which is 100% unpredictable lol ),  so while this blog will be heavily focused on season 1  &  2 as main verses,  you can keep the aforementioned in mind when interacting with me if you have later season-based plot ideas you’d like to work with / can’t really figure out how our muses can interact otherwise / just prefer interacting with later seasons vs the early ones  —  just make sure to specify if this is the case,  as i will otherwise ( unless muse dictates differently ) use sam’s main verses in season 1  &  2 when interacting. 

activity

my attention span kinda sucks,  so i will most likely write pretty sporadically  &  purely on whims half the time.  if i haven’t replied or answered something in a while,  know it’s nothing personal;  i’m just taking my time until i feel good about what i can put down.

along the same vein,  full disclaimer:  i might drop a few threads here  &  there if i end up overwhelming myself.  i will try not to,  but it might happen due to the above information  &  i’d like to apologize in advance for that.  if you’re wondering if i’ve dropped a thread with you,  feel free to im me  &  ask if you want to make sure!

while this blog isn’t a technical sideblog,  it is in concept,  &  in order to keep my activity consistent on my other rp blogs,  i might be very slow at times on this one.

selective

because of the above,  i’m also somewhat selective with who i rp with.  i want to be careful not to bite off more than i can chew,  &  though i don’t want to exclude anyone,  for the sake of pacing myself,  most of my activity will be reserved for mutuals only.

i reserve the right to drop threads with / unfollow / block anyone for whatever reason;  i don’t plan on exercising this left  &  right,  but it’s an option i might need at some point for my own comfort.

ocs / crossovers / duplicates are always welcome!

mains are allowed,  but it’s undecided if i’m open to exclusives at the moment.

etiquette

the basics;  no godmodding,  please cut your threads,  continue asks in new posts,  etc,  &  no stealing of any personal concepts of mine.  loose inspiration is fine,  of course,  but if i see repeated similarities,  i may or may not approach you about it.

shipping

predictably,  i ship sam / chemistry,  but otherwise i’m 100% down for shipping,  so feel free to shoot me an im if you’d like to plot something out between our muses!  however,  romantic shipping will not be a big priority on this blog due to my own personal preferences,  as well as sam being a pretty cagey person.

while the mun of this blog is 18+,  smut just really isn’t my thing;  referenced  ‘  offscreen  ’,  as it were,  nsfw content is fine,  maybe fade to black / time skips,  but for the most part,  you won’t find roleplayed smut on this blog.

as a side note,  i prefer to rp with muns who are also 18+ for the sake of my own comfort,  but this is a super flexible rule if i find myself wanting to rp with you regardless.

memes

memes from anyone at anytime,  ic or ooc,  are always welcome,  but asks from mutuals will be prioritized first  &  foremost,  &  i’ll most likely only continue threads with them as well.

if you want to start a thread from an ask,  go right ahead,  i just ask that you start from a new post to keep things nice  &  tidy.

asks for the mun are always welcome!

formatting

i primarily use small text for aesthetic purposes,  but feel free to format however you like,  just know that i’ll probably at least edit your text to small text simply for the sake of my blog aesthetic,  but if you have a problem with that,  feel free to tell me!

icons will be used mostly,  but i’ll match your format if you go iconless! ( credit to beaudiable  &  little-luna on hollowart  &  the gem that is fidelissimi for my icons )

personals

i’m sorry but in order to keep my notifs clean  &  tidy,  i’ll be softblocking most personals if you follow me.  nothing against you guys,  it just ends up a bit messy if i don’t.

triggers

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Pale Skin and Onyx Eyes [15]

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[Throne of Glass] [Elide x Lorcan] [W.I.P.] Summary: Set after Empire of Storms, Elide Lochan and Lorcan Salvaterre are traveling with Rowan and Gavriel in search of Queen Aelin. Will Elide ever be able to forgive Lorcan for betraying her and her Queen? Where will they go next? 

Chapter Word Count: 2974 words

Part I: The Search - Ch. 1-8 Part II: The Journey - Ch. 9-15 Part III: The Mission - Ch. 16+

Chapters: [ 1 ] [ 2 ] [ 3 ] [ 4 ] [ 5 ] [ 6 ] [ 7 ] [ 8 ] [ 9 ] [ 10 ] [ 11 ] [ 12 ] [ 13 ] [ 14 ] [ 15 ] [ 16 ] ... Read it on: [ fanfiction.net ] [ archive of our own ]

Elide

Elide and Lorcan repacked their bags with their newly bought supplies and met Meryllis outside the stable, where she was casually feeding carrots to a spotted mare.

"Ready?" Meryllis dusted off her hands and grinned at them. Elide wondered how the red-haired woman could maintain such a sunny disposition when her younger sister had been kidnapped. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Lorcan's slight frown; evidently, he was wondering the same.

Elide nodded, and the trio set out. Lorcan frequently checked behind them to make sure they weren't being followed. As soon as they were far enough away, he cast his dark magic out like a net around them so that they would be warned if anyone dangerous was nearby. Fellow travelers, bandits, or worse…

If Meryllis noticed his invisible magic, she didn't mention it.

As they made their way westward, the dusty plains slowly melded into rolling hills with billowing green grasses.

The powerful mare Elide was riding seemed eager to be traveling again. Elide was sad that they would have to leave their horses behind at the river. She had grown attached to Nala, her secret name for the mare, often patting Nala's neck comfortingly and murmuring words of encouragement in the her ear. Sometimes, Nala's ear would twitch, like she understood what Elide was saying.

Ahead of her, Lorcan was riding shirtless, as anyone might expect on a muggy summer day. Elide caught herself admiring the tanned, honed muscles of his back as he flexed over his horse, a mottled stallion. Sometimes, Elide wondered if she was going delirious with the heat because she caught herself staring at him more and more often. And sometimes, she even imagined herself underneath or on top of him…

Elide groaned internally. We could literally be riding to our deaths, Elide reminded herself, shaking her head.

Meryllis caught her gaze then and waggled her eyebrows suggestively. Elide flashed her a coy smile, but inside, she struggled to contain the irrational anger that flared towards the red-haired woman. After all, Meryllis didn't know that Lorcan and Elide weren't… really married.

It was… complicated between them, Elide decided. Her brows furrowed. Or maybe it wasn't. Lorcan seemed to be… pretty simple, underneath it all.

The humidity coupled with the heat were insufferable, but not once did Elide complain, not about the heat, or the aching in her back and legs, and certainly not about their mission. It had been her choice to go after all, and she knew she hadn't signed up for a vacation.

And… Lorcan had put his ass on the line, too. He was used to commanding armies and whatnot, yet he had essentially offered to babysit her for two weeks while training her into a fledgling assassin. Elide almost laughed aloud. It had only been a few months since her escape from Morath, and she could barely believe the events that had transpired since then.

Lorcan often glanced towards the sky, reading something in the atmosphere and clouds with his heightened senses that she couldn't. After riding for hours, they finally took a break to stretch their legs and give the horses water.

Elide massaged her ruined ankle as she leaned against a large rock. Meryllis squatted on the ground in the shade, with her water canteen lying on the ground beside her.

Lorcan simply remarked, "It's going to storm."

Elide scanned the skies as well, but she hadn't been able to sense whatever it was that warned Lorcan of an impending storm. Not yet, at least.

She knew the tell-tale signs of an imminent thunderstorm. Vanishing sunlight as the dark thunderheads rolled in, silence that spread for miles amongst the creatures of the earth, unseasonal gusts in the wind. But predicting a storm's path from this far away? Elide's senses weren't that quite honed.

"It might storm," Meryllis corrected, squinting up at the sky as well.

The look Lorcan gave her could wilt flowers. "There's a high likelihood it will storm. Is that better?"

Meryllis's mouth quirked up on one side. "Much." She didn't seem deterred by his fierce demeanor.

Elide cleared her throat and spoke hastily before Lorcan could bark back. "So, Meryllis… You're headed towards Morath right?" Lorcan shot her a warning look, but she ignored it.

Meryllis squinted up at her. "If that's where my sister is, that's where I'm headed."

Elide nodded. Meryllis would find out eventually that they were headed there as well, if she hadn't already. Elide had a feeling that this woman had good intuition.

"Not sure what to say?" Meryllis grinned wolfishly, a hand raised to block the sunlight. She definitely knew more than she was letting on. "Why don't you start with the truth?"

Damn.

"Which lie first?" Elide grinned back, crossing her arms. Meryllis stood up and faced her, dusting her hands off.

"Hmm. How about your names, to start?"

"Our names?" She immediately plastered confusion onto her face and pressed a hand to her chest. "I'm Marion. Marion Lark."

"Maybe not yours," Meryllis allowed, "But his." She chucked her chin towards Lorcan. "He paused too long before giving me his name, before. And he didn't say it very convincingly." Lorcan's withering stare was back.

"My name is Lorcan Salvaterre, you bitch." Lorcan snarled. Elide glared at him reproachfully.

"Lorcan, be nice," she ordered. He ignored her, continuing to bare his teeth slightly at the woman. Elide recognized the warning look in his eyes. Honestly, was he territorial with women too…?

Elide sighed and returned her attention to the red-haired woman standing in front of her. How much could she reveal? She had to reveal that they were going to Morath. Meryllis was headed in the same direction, so even if they pretended to split off after reaching the river, Oakwald Forest was a treacherous place to traverse alone. And Elide wouldn't abandon Meryllis there; it would make more sense to end her now and grant her a quick, merciful death instead of the death she would face in Oakwald Forest or Morath.

Plus, Elide felt responsible for what happened to Beryl – Lord Vernon Lochan must have given the order to search for witches and magic users in Terrasen. Hatred coursed through her as the memory of her uncle's cruel, smiling face rose up in her mind.

Meryllis was watching her expectantly.

Elide chose her words carefully. "I can't tell you all the details, but I can see that you've seen through some of our lies. So truthfully, we're headed for Morath as well. There's… something I must do." She omitted the plan to assassinate her uncle, and instead let Meryllis's imagination wander, let her come to her own conclusions.

Meryllis straightened and looked Elide over again with her hazel eyes, as if reassessing her.

Elide continued, turning to fully face the woman. "We'll take you to Morath. But only if you won't be a hindrance. And no more questions, about who we are. After we near the fortress, we part ways. You find your sister, and I do what I need to do." Her tone left no room for argument, and she crossed her arms over her chest. Elide was glad to see that Lorcan looked mildly impressed by her assertiveness.

Meryllis's hazel eyes narrowed, and she looked at Lorcan and then back at Elide. She crossed her arms as well, and merely replied, "Fine."

A snarl ripped from Lorcan's throat then, and he immediately positioned himself in front of Elide, shielding her with his body. Meryllis had skipped backwards a few steps, her hands up.

"Magic user," he growled, never taking his eyes off the hazel-eyed woman. Magic? Did his net catch it? Elide felt a little lost. Did magic run in their lines up in the mountains? Had the villages been unregulated?

Meryllis held her hands up innocently. "Woah, woah. No need to get angry. I was just curious."

"Curious about what?" Elide asked firmly. Was she dangerous?

"About whether I'd be able to escape if you guys decided to kill me and dump my body in the river instead." She smiled wryly and looked pointedly at Lorcan, who indeed had a murderous expression on his face.

"She can use magic," Lorcan hissed. Elide rolled her eyes, even though she knew he couldn't see.

"So can we," she reminded him, "And you used your magic to protect us, back then. She probably noticed. Not everyone's an idiot, you know. She doesn't want to die, either." Elide stepped out from behind his shoulder and glared at him to back down.

Lorcan glanced at her for a fraction of a second, before relaxing his stance and smoothing out his expression. "Tell us about your magic, then."

Meryllis shrugged her shoulders and inspected her cuticles. "It's more entertaining if you guess." It was clear that while she acknowledged his power, he hadn't quite earned her respect yet.

Lorcan snapped back, "How about I torture it out of you instead."

"Lorcan!" Elide exclaimed, tugging on his shirt sleeve. She was mortified by his aggressive behavior and glanced at Meryllis apologetically, who just smirked smugly. If Meryllis was intimidated, she did a good job hiding it. In fact, Elide had to admit, Lorcan's behavior was very telling that they were not who they said they were.

"It's really not worth that much effort," Meryllis drawled. Lorcan snorted.

Elide quickly jumped in. "So… your magic, it's not… truth-telling? Or, truth… discerning?" Her brow furrowed as she struggled to think of the proper term.

Meryllis smiled. "No, it's not – although, that's a good guess. If we weren't allies, I might have told you it was." She winked. "The truth-telling… well, I grew up stalking and hunting animals, and when you spend so much time around them, you kinda learn to become one yourself. I'm sure your husband there can tell you the same."

If Lorcan was surprised that she compared him to a wild beast–or that she still referred to him as Elide's husband–he didn't show it. Instead, he approximated a shrug and inclined his head in agreement. Meryllis's smile widened. Her canines were sharp, like a wolf's.

"So, it's not in the nature of animals to lie and that's how I learned. Animals don't lie 'cause they're not smart enough, but humans are. But it's unnatural for us. And most humans act unnatural when they lie." Meryllis's smile widened, and Elide nodded. She supposed that made sense.

"Anyway, my magical power… Well, I should really keep it a secret, but Lorcan's shown me a taste of his magic with that invisible net he made, so I better show you mine so he doesn't murder me in my sleep."

Lorcan merely blinked at her.

Meryllis put her left arm out to the side, palm facing up, and put her other hand on her hip. "It's true, magic still runs in some of our bloodlines up in the North, although there are much fewer of us now than there were before." Elide started to wonder why, but then she noticed a rock behind Meryllis lifting from the ground on its own and moving to hover around waist height.

"I can move objects," she said cheerfully as she zipped the rock into her hand. Her hazel eyes never moved from their faces as she tossed the rock up into the air. And at the highest point of its arc, the jagged rock hung there, suspended. Elide's eyebrow raised as she stared at the rock. "Can't move people, though."

"Impressive. What's the limit?" Lorcan asked, his eyes darting between Meryllis's face and the rock. Elide knew he was assessing how much of a threat she was, especially since she didn't seem to need to see the object to move it.

She raised her eyebrows, both hands on her hips. The rock floated behind her, and then clattered to the ground. "Oh, come on, you're going to make me divulge all my secrets? At least buy me dinner first." She winked at Elide, who swore she had imagined it.

"Tell me enough so that you'll live through this moment," Lorcan said through gritted teeth, gripping the hilt of one of his hunting knives. He hadn't missed the wink.

Meryllis huffed a sigh, but acquiesced. "We don't really get much magic training up north, so most everything I've learned is self-learned, self-taught. From what I know, the limits are physical. The heavier something is, the harder it is to move. If I try to move too much or too quickly, it gives me a massive headache, like a huge pressure in my skull. But I'm pretty strong so usually I don't have much of a problem. I just do enough to cause a distraction and escape." She shrugged and continued, "Like I said before, that's why we won't need a cover story. I'm good at distractions."

"Hmm." Lorcan stared at Meryllis for a moment, his face carefully composed, but then he turned his attention to Elide. "We should get going, Marion." He stalked off towards his horse.

She tried not to wince at the sound of her mother's name coming from his mouth once again.

As Meryllis passed beside her, she muttered in Elide's ear. "Really, he's an awful liar. Tell him he's much more useful if he keeps his mouth shut. Just claim he lost his tongue in the war or something, because he refused to give the enemy the information they wanted." Meryllis widened her eyes at Elide, who couldn't help but bark out a dark laugh.

Lorcan's Fae ears twitched.

They set out again, and Elide noticed Lorcan's posture stiffen as they advanced closer and closer to the forest. A harsh expression seemed permanently etched into his demeanor, and she could tell that every one of his senses was constantly on high alert, to protect them. To protect her.

To stave away the sheer boredom as they galloped across the rolling plains, Elide tried to practice her magic even as they traveled.

On the first night, she had explained to Meryllis that she could manipulate light and that her magical powers hadn't manifested until the ban on magic had been lifted.

"Were your villages affected by the ban?" Elide had asked. Meryllis shook her head.

"No. The King's ban didn't stretch that far. He didn't think that the Northern villages would be a threat. Our numbers aren't large, after all. And we mostly keep to ourselves," Meryllis replied. Elide noticed how her eyes tightened slightly when she mentioned the king.

"Lorcan helped me find my magic… after the ban lifted. I didn't even know…" Elide inhaled through her nose, thinking of all the times she thought she was crazy for having conversations with the Goddess Anneith. "I didn't even know I was magical, didn't know that I had powers."

Lifting her dominant hand in the air, she formed a spark of light to demonstrate. The spark slowly floated upwards and lazily drifted around.

Meryllis's hazel eyes followed it, and she remarked, "It's a good sign that you have light magic. Means you'll be able to keep the darkness at bay."

Elide hoped desperately that what Meryllis said would be true. But she needed to be confident with her magic… She needed to expertly manipulate the beams of light she could create, the spheres of light that tingled at her fingertips, the threads of light she could weave… Elide would not falter. She would not yield.

After all, how difficult could it be to wipe one, single human off the face of the earth? And such a terrible one, at that. Shaking her head in frustration, she returned her attention to her magical energy, ignoring the fears that threatened to overtake her.

Elide tried to mimic the invisible net Lorcan had cast. She nudged her horse forward so that they were riding side by side, and she shouted over the wind, "Show me the net, so I can learn."

Lorcan understood and made the net between them visible; thin strands of dark, mist-like magic were coiled and crisscrossed so that the threads would snag if another being was near or if it caught someone else's magic.

Elide's brow furrowed as she concentrated and spread a net above them. But her magical threads of light were not discrete, not invisible like Lorcan's wispy. The cords of her net were visible strands of light woven together.

Elide frowned at her net as her horse thundered on across the plains. Sweat beaded along her forehead as she concentrated on pulling the strands thinner and thinner, stripping away the cords until the width of the threads was like spidersilk. The threads glinted into the sunlight, but at least the net didn't glow so obviously anymore. She smiled, satisfied. Even Lorcan nodded approvingly, a shadow of a smile on his lips.

The three of them rode on, westward towards the Acanthus River. Like Lorcan had estimated, it took three days to ride across the endless plains of Adarlan and two nights of camping out inconspicuously and eating dried rations, since a fire would draw notice.

Finally, the river was in sight. Finally, Elide could nearly smell and hear the roar of the Acanthus. They were much closer to Morath than when they had emerged from the forest all those weeks ago, since she had traipsed north towards Terrasen for weeks before she ran into Lorcan.

But now, she was here of her own free will. They would find a bridge to cross the river and then the towering oaks would claim them. She felt the magic slumbering deep within her stir, felt the drops of blue blood coursing through her veins…

Elide flexed her fingers and smiled grimly. Once she reached Morath, she would make sure Vernon and his ilk saw nothing but eternal darkness.

- Part 2: END -

[mr-hawkmoth]

You’re Not Her: 4. Romeo and Juliet

Ladybug Pv Crossover/Brothers Au

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“So what’s with the pigtails?” Alya whispered to Marinette the next day. Marinette had chosen to sit in the same spot behind Adrien once again just to get under Chloe’s skin.

“I thought it was time for a new look,” Marinette shrugged her off.

“It looks good girl. So um how are things?” Alya asked hesitantly. Marinette gave her a deadpan look. “Right, sorry,” Alya mumbled in response.

“Can we please just talk about something else?” Marinette croaked.

“Sure! Uh- well you haven’t missed much other than Chloe hanging all over Adrien,” Alya stated thinking back on the past few weeks.

“Who is this Adrien guy anyways and why is he so special!” Marinette hissed. Adrien’s blood ran cold when he heard her utter his name.

“Well he’s a model and the son of the famed fashion designer, Gabriel Agreste,” Alya explained.

“Agreste… I know that name. Does he have a brother?” Marinette spoke softer now, less angry.

“Yeah, his name is… Felix, I think. I guess Felix has been going here the past few years but because of Adrien’s modeling he was homeschooled up until now,” Alya relayed the information to Marinette.

“So what? Chloe is just in love with him because he’s some arrogant model?” Marinette snorted. “Seems fitting.” Adrien could feel his shoulders tense. Why would Felix ever want him to be friends with this girl? She clearly hated him.

“He’s not so bad.” Alya shrugged coming to Adrien’s defense.

“Hey dude you okay?” Nino asked Adrien pulling him away from his eavesdropping.

“Yeah of course I am! Why wouldn’t I be?” Adrien answered a little too quickly.

“You just seem a little tense that’s all bro.” Nino shrugged.

“Hey uh Nino,” Adrien whispered as not to be overheard. “What do you know about Marinette?” Adrien’s eyes glanced back at the girls still deep in conversation. Nino looked over at Marinette and frowned shaking his head.

“Bro… She’s literally the nicest person I have ever met but… dude right now just don’t mess with her okay? She’s been through some tough shit man and right now she just needs time. And no offense dude but Chloe hangs around you like a  puppy and Marinette most definitely doesn’t need Chloe around her right now,” Nino said tensely suddenly very protective of the small girl behind them. Adrien nodded in understanding. Sorry Felix looks like that friend thing is going to have to wait, Adrien thought to himself.

Class went by in a blur. Occasionally Adrien would feel Marinette’s eyes on him and would tense his shoulders. Nino said she was the nicest person he knew and yet all Adrien could feel was ice coming off of her. As the day bore on he learned more about the girl from Nino. Her sister had been killed in an akuma attack and apparently the two had been very close. He also discovered that her sister was the very same girl who had pestered Felix time and time again. Adrien could hardly draw the connection between the two girls. The way Felix had described Bridgette was that she was annoyingly optimistic and pathetically bubbly. But Marinette… Marinette hardly smiled. When he caught her eye he didn’t see someone happy he saw someone sad, someone angry, someone completely turned off to the world and the people in it. The look in her eyes was more than a little intimidating. Adrien unfortunately experienced Marinette more up close and personal than he had wanted to after school. He had been putting his books away in his locker only to find her standing there when he closed the door. Adrien jumped back startled.

“You’re Felix Agreste’s brother aren’t you.” It was more of an accusation than a question. It was not something Adrien was used to hearing. Most of the time people didn’t even realize the two were related.

“Uh Y-yeah he’s my brother,” Adrien stammered. Was she as in love with Felix as her sister?

“This is his.” Marinette handed Adrien a small book. Adrien looked at the title confused.

“What’s this for?” Adrien asked bewildered.

“A book he let my sister borrow,” She said almost robotically.

“Why did he let her borrow this?” Adrien was certain Felix hadn’t liked Bridgette very much.

“It’s Romeo and Juliet. He gave it to her to teach her that love only ends in heartbreak and tragedy,” Marinette stated the hint of a smirk pulling at her lips.

“Seems kinda dark,” Adrien mumbled rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“You’re brother was right. I don’t know if Bridgette ever saw it that way but he had the right idea,” Marinette said easily. Adrien looked at her incredulously. She couldn’t be serious could she? “Make sure you return the book to him.” And with those final words she walked by Adrien without so much as another glance his way. Adrien let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. Marinette was… well she left him on edge. He couldn’t even imagine her being the sweet outgoing soul everyone depicted her to be.

Felix was in his own personal hell. When Adrien gave him the book Marinette had returned for her sister his heart nearly broke in half. He took the book with shaking hands and immediately returned to his library. He had given the book to Bridgette as a way to deter her from her romantic advances on him. He even went so far as to tell her that this is what real love was- tragic. He wanted her to understand how foolish she was being how pointless the whole concept was through this play. Felix sat at a table thumbing through it’s contents. At the end of the play he found a folded piece of paper shoved in between the final pages. Heart hammering in his chest Felix unfolded the page finding Bridgette’s looping scrawl inside.

Felix-

I know you wanted me to think this was tragic and heartbreaking but I found this to be beautiful! They had loved each other so much. They sacrificed everything to be with one another and even in death they were together, their hearts so filled with love for one another that they couldn’t go through life without the other. Romeo had the easy part drinking the poison and simply going to sleep but Juliet… Juliet loved him so much that she took her life with a blade. She was willing to endure that kind of pain, to endure a slow death if it meant she didn’t have to endure a lifetime without her Romeo. I think that is what love is- when you don’t think you could live without the other person. So maybe Romeo and Juliet loved each other enough to not live without the other but that doesn’t mean it was a good idea. I think there is something to be said for those who endure through that kind of heartbreak- I think those people must have something even better waiting for them. Just like if Romeo had endured the initial heartbreak Juliet would have woken up and they would have started their new lives together. I’m sorry if I missed the point you were trying to teach me here Felix but I think all this play was trying to do was define what love is- not wanting to live without that person. That’s all. There is no happy ending but there is no tragedy either. This play is simply a definition of what love is but not what it should be, don’t you think?

Love, Bridgette

Felix found the letter painfully ironic. Here he was enduring the pain of her loss because he had stupidly fallen for her without ever realizing it. So where was his better? When were things ever going to be better for him? There was no better. The cup of poison, or the dagger would have been a better fate for him than this mayhem inside his heart. Tears burned Felix’s eyes and he growled as he threw the book along with the letter across the room. He slammed his hand against the table squeezing his eyes shut! She would never know the pain her death was causing him. She would never know that he had been her partner all along. She would never know how much he had loved her.

“She knew you know,” A voice called behind him. Felix turned to glare at the black kwami. Plagg had been incredibly well mannered compared to the hell beast he had been when the ring he wore was cursed but that didn’t mean Felix particularly liked him.

“Knew what?” Felix growled.

“Knew she was going to die,” Plagg said sullenly. Felix looked at him in shock.

“What do you mean she knew!?” Felix was close to losing his cool now.

“She didn’t know exactly that she was going to die,” Plagg explained, “but Ladybug’s they always have a kind of sixth sense about things like this. That letter, she probably didn’t know why she wrote half of what she did but it was meant for you to read after she died. She wanted you to get through this, to know that better things are coming for ya kid.”

“Don’t call me kid,” Felix snapped. Plagg raised his paws defensively.

“I’m just telling you what she would have wanted ki- Felix,” Plagg spoke calmly.

“Why couldn’t it have been me Plagg? It should have been me! Why didn’t my bad luck kill me instead of her!?” Felix cursed.

“Because watching someone you love die is worse than dying yourself. To be honest your bad luck might have kept us alive for that reason alone,” Plagg admitted.

“ ‘How terrible it is to love something that death can touch,’ “ Felix quoted solemnly.

“Shakespeare?” Plagg questioned.

“J.K. Rowling. I don’t read academic books all the time you know,” Felix defended looking towards Plagg. Felix closed his eyes taking several deep breaths to calm himself. His phone buzzed- a notification from the Ladyblog. There was another akuma attack. Felix slammed his fist against the table. “Fucking hell!” He shouted in annoyance.

“You going to transform or what?” Plagg snapped after a moment’s pause.

“Shut up Plagg!” Felix growled under his breath.

“Like her or not you can’t leave Ladybug in the lurch!” Plagg complained.

“She’s not Ladybug!” Felix barked back.

“She is now! And you’re going to have to just accept it! Now swallow your damn pride kid and transform!” Plagg ordered.

“No,” Felix growled.

“Close enough,” Plagg sighed before diving for Felix’s ring.

“Damn cat!” Felix hissed as the transformation took effect. Felix didn’t want to see this new Ladybug. If it was possible he might hate her more than he currently hated himself.

When Felix looked outside it was strangely quiet. This was not good. Chat Noir vaulted through the evening sky from rooftop to rooftop in search of the latest creation of La Papillon’s. Without screams to guide him Felix found himself thanking Alya for her ridiculously detailed updates on the Ladyblog- using them to locate the akuma. To Chat’s surprise the new Ladybug was already there, battling the akuma. Chat sat himself down at the edge of the rooftop figuring he would let himself enjoy the show before jumping in. The akuma was a slender man in what looked to be black and purple silk pajamas. He held onto a a small purple and blue pillow. He would stick his hand inside the pillow and pull out handfuls of black sand and toss the sand into the faces of his victims who quickly fell to the ground in a dead sleep. A fistful of sand was thrown Ladybug’s way, she sidestepped the attack and ducked beneath another.

“Go to sleep little girl! I promise that’s all you need to take your pain away!” The akuma assured her in a sickly sweet voice.

“No thanks! I’ve slept enough for today,” Ladybug growled as she rolled out of the way of another attack. Why wasn’t the stupid girl using her yoyo? Ladybug’s eyes flicked in Chat’s direction. She glared at him.

“Are you going to help me fight M.Sandman or what?” She hollered at him.

“I think you’ve got this under control.” Chat Noir smirked.

“Last time you wanted to do this all by yourself. What’s changed?” She snarled as she dipped beneath another fistful of sand and jumped up into a kick towards the akuma’s face which he quickly blocked with his wrist.

“I’ve realized it’s much funnier watching you get your ass handed to you,” Chat snickered avoiding his real reasons for staying out of the fight. Ladybug snarled at him, as she jumped back from the akuma trying to put some distance between her and him to give her time to think.

“Time to sleep pussy-cat!” Chat hadn’t been paying attention. He had been so focused on taunting the new Ladybug that he missed when the akuma’s attention had turned to him. The black puff of sand clouded his vision making him drowsy and unsteady. Chat Noir rocked forward his vision blurred. His body leaned forward until he was falling into a terrible black abyss of nothingness.

Felix didn’t know how long he had been out but when he came to soft lips were being pressed firmly against his. Felix scrambled away, more than a little disturbed and repulsed by the fact that the new Ladybug had just been kissing him.

“What the actual fuck do you think you’re doing?” Chat Noir hissed at her before wiping his mouth and spitting on the ground. Ladybug rolled her eyes at him.

“Trying to wake you up sleeping beauty! Now are you ready to help me with the akuma or not?” Ladybug stood now folding her arms over her chest.

“Let me get this right, I get knocked out and your immediate reaction is to kiss me?” Felix asked incredulous.

“No, my initial reaction was to save your dumb ass when you fell off a building!” Ladybug hissed. Felix narrowed his eyes at her. “I saw a civilian wake her friend up that way, I thought it best that I didn’t waste anymore time trying to figure out a way to wake you up,” Ladybug explained exasperatedly.

“Yeah whatever brat, just don’t do it again,” Chat muttered as he pulled himself to his feet.

“Don’t worry, it wasn’t pleasant for me either.” She shot daggers his way before walking over to the edge of the building. She pulled her yoyo from her hip a bit uncertainly, searching for a place to throw it. Once she found her target she took aim smiling to herself when the yoyo hit it’s mark this time. With a slight tug on the string the yoyo pulled her forward, sailing back into battle. Chat followed close behind vaulting into the action.

“I am Monsieur Sandman! All shall sleep! Sleep and become my dreaming minions!” The akuma laughed manically. Those sleeping on the ground began to rise, their eyes still closed. They moved forward, their bodies jerking as they did so.

“This is a nightmare,” Ladybug muttered under her breath.

“Was that supposed to be funny?” Chat Noir asked his face twisted in disgust.

“Poor choice of words,” She excused easily.

“Duck!” Chat commanded. Ladybug, though confused, followed his instructions narrowly avoiding being hit in the head by a brick.

“What the-“ As Ladybug turned she saw the sleeping civilians mindlessly pulling the hardware store apart brick by brick.

“Shit,” Chat muttered under his breath. Ladybug glanced over at him just in time to see one civilian with a sledge hammer raised above his head make his way towards Chat.

“Look out!” Chat looked at her skeptically. Without giving him the chance to turn around Ladybug shoved him out of the way taking the blow for him right along her shoulder blade. “Ahh!” Ladybug cried out  as the white hot pain bled through her shoulder and upper arm. Marinette clutched her shoulder eyes squeezed shut as she prayed she wouldn’t pass out. The sleeping civilian raised the hammer again. Chat caught the hammer in his hand ripping it from the sleeping drone’s grasp. Chat gripped the man’s shirt claws tearing the fabric. He growled at the man, low and menacing.

“Don’t! He’s not the one doing this. It’s the akuma we need,” Ladybug informed him. Chat spared a glare her way before throwing the man to the ground. Ladybug panted as she surveyed the scene in front of them. Her shoulder throbbed beneath her hand still cradling the injured area. Before her was the akuma still laughing as he ordered his minions around in a melodic voice. The minions were tearing about the hardware store preparing the bricks for an attack, most likely on them. Others were pulling tools from the store, The others were pulling cloth and pillows of any kind out of homes and stores stacking them on the ground before the akuma.

“Is he seriously just making a giant bed? Is that all this was about?!” Chat Noir said with irritation.

“He’s an insomniac, what did you expect?” Ladybug gave him a patronizing look.

“Shouldn’t world domination be higher up on his to do list than a nap?” Chat Noir said critically. Ladybug’s world shifted to one side her shoulder screaming at her in searing pain. She wouldn’t last much longer.

“Let’s just get this over with. Lucky Cha- AHHH!” Ladybug cried out as she threw her yoyo into the air. Her shoulder protested the movement. Marinette breathed heavily clutching her shoulder as an oversized red and black polk a dot monkey wrench fell to the ground in front of her. Ladybug looked around seeing the fire hydrant and the sand and making a connection.

“Wouldn’t an alarm clock be more helpful?” Chat Noir snickered.

“Shut up,” Ladybug muttered. “You just try to keep M. Sandman occupied until I’m ready, then bring him to me,” Ladybug ordered him.

“You sure you’re going to be much help like that?” Noir asked skeptically.

“Just do it would you!” Ladybug snapped. Chat shrugged before running in to deal with the akuma.

Ladybug picked up the wrench and made her way towards the fire hydrant on the other side of the akuma. The second she started moving the sleeping drones turned on her. Another came at her with a hand saw from her side. Ladybug reacted quickly barely blocking the blow with her wrench. The sleeper drone groaned as he pushed against her. Ladybug began to crumple. She quickly took her bad arm and elbowed him in the stomach earning a groan from the both of them. The sleeping man dropped his saw. Ladybug stumbled back onto her feet and kept running towards the hydrant. A brick slammed into her leg and then her side knocking her to the ground. The wrench slid across the ground as she rolled along the asphalt. Ladybug looked up and glared at the sleeping minions. Ladybug pushed herself to her feet with her good arm. The sleeping minions picked up more bricks beginning to take aim at her once again.

“That’s it. I’m done with this,” Ladybug muttered as she pulled her yoyo from her hip.

She caught her yoyo on the lamppost just past the fire hydrant. As she was pulled towards her target she scooped the wrench up with her bad arm released the yoyo as she approached the fire hydrant landing just to the right of it. Ladybug quickly se the wrench up tightening it on the side bracket. She pushed with the one arm but she wasn’t strong enough. Her bad arm caused too much pain if she tried to use it. Ladybug grit her teeth pulling her leg up to help push the wrench, it was a good thing she was flexible. With extreme effort and some interesting leg work Ladybug was able to loosen the bolt. The minions, however had caught up with her now. They began pelting her with bricks as soon as they were within range. Ladybug kept going with her work fighting through the pain in her body. Finally she could see the water begin to trickle out the sides.

“Chat Noir, now!” Ladybug shouted. Chat glanced over at her before hopping backwards in her direction leading the akuma into the line of fire. With a final push of the wrench water came bursting from the fire hydrant soaking several sleeping minions and the akuma in a wave of water. The akuma fell to the ground sputtering. Chat sprinted towards him, the akuma quickly pulled out a fistful of sand but when he tried to throw it Chat’s way it fell to the ground in messy globs. Chat smiled devilishly as he tore the pillow from the disheartened akuma’s hands. Chat Noir smiled as he ripped the akumatized item in half. The black butterfly fluttered out haphazardly wings wet. Ladybug hissed in pain as she flung her yoyo out to purify the creature. In another minute she threw the wrench into the air as well setting the world back to normal. People woke up from their sleeping states, the bricks were returned to the building as well as the tools. Ladybug on the other hand although dulled, was still in pain.

“Not bad bug-brat but maybe next time try not to hurt yourself.” Chat smirked as he looked at her. Ladybug glared up at him clutching her injured shoulder once again. Her earrings beeped warning her she was just about out of time. “Better get going kid, it’s almost your bed time,” Chat snickered.

“What the hell is your problem?! If it wasn’t for me you would be a Chat pancake on the concrete,” Ladybug shouted crossly. Chat narrowed his eyes at her.

“Get lost kid,” Chat spoke in a low voice before sauntering away from her.

Ladybug grit her teeth as she stared after him. Marinette wondered if he had always been this way or if, like her, he had become this way after the death of her sister and his Ladybug.