killer queen.

Please reblog this post if you are willing to write with ‘un-shippable’ muses. 

I’m talking about those muses who are perhaps elderly, who are married/taken and not liable to affairs, muses who are asexual/aromantic, or even just muses whose muns don’t really want to ship. 

put it in the tags!

It’s a good thing today’s akuma has already been beaten, because there was no doubt Ladybug probably would have attracted one with her seething. Honestly, she wasn’t that mad, but it was always a good idea to blow off steam nowadays by swinging around for a while—screaming into her pillow just didn’t cut it anymore.

She didn’t even realize that she was being overheard until the telltale clapping alerted her to another presence on the rooftops, and given just how sarcastic it sounded, it wasn’t her partner. Ladybug rolled her eyes at Scarlet’s comment, but didn’t immediately fire back with a retort.

“Men are stupid and I’ve decided that I don’t need them anymore,” she said instead, cutting right to the chase. Maybe venting to a supervillain wasn’t the greatest idea in the world, but as annoying as Scarlet could be, they weren’t at each other’s throats now the way they’d used to be in the past. “Feelings are stupid, too. Love is a fucking scam. Bachelorette all the way, forever. I’ll just get a whole bunch of damn hamsters myself. I don’t need anyone else, I can care about them enough on my own!” 

          As she listened, Scarlet’s expression faltered (hamsters? What in the--?). Then it fell, as what had once been lofty amusement faded into...well. When the ‘die alone’ part came, the villainess visibly winced.

          Of course, Scarlet had a comfortable love life now. She had an adoring husband who would never even think of leaving her. But once? More than once, during her childhood and adolescence? Oh, she’d been there. Not just with romance, but in all aspects of her life. Friends. Family. Or, shall she say, lack thereof. She knew what it felt like to feel unloved. And it was one of the worst feelings in the world.

          And there, standing on that Parisian roof, Scarlet found herself feeling...bad for Ladybug. No, not just bad. Empathy. And a twinge of concern as well. Her stance grew awkward, gloved hands fidgeting with each other and emerald eyes shifting this way and that. How on Earth was she supposed to respond to this?

Me, who has a reputation of loving villains: