#changedchapters

@changedchapters // meme (accepting) 

“Aren’t you basically on a full-ride scholarship anyway, Chloe?” This wasn’t meant to be a pointed comment - she and Adrien had both received scholarship grants from their chosen university (which just-so-happened to coincide), and with that sort of thing came a number of conditions. Adrien was pretty thrilled to be earning his degree in his own right (never mind the years of economic privilege that had allowed him the time and space to study in - this was as close to earning it on his own that he could get, given the circumstances), personally, though Chloe had been having trouble managing the strict conditions … pretty much from the start. She wasn’t used to playing by the rules. That wasn’t fair - the rules were ridiculous, actually, she could wear short-shorts if she wanted to, who was the university to have an opinion on her clothing? But she stomped her foot like that, like she was owed something for her perfect GPA, which … she had already …. received…. in the form of a scholarship. 

More than once Gabriel thought his son might be Chat Noir, but with some of the things that happened, it had appeared that it was not the case. How he wished to be wrong.

@changedchapters​ asked: “you’re going to have a bruise.” (From Haruka)

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                Usagi pouted at her reflection, or really, the gigantic red mark that took up the entirety of her forehead. A bruise?! There?!?

                A whine left her as she poked at it, cringing as she felt the dull ache intensify just the slightest bit.

                “But Haruka-chan,” She whimpered, fully aware that there was nothing Haruka could actually do to fix her problem. Even if she could, this was, as usual, something Usagi had brought on herself by not being careful enough, “I can’t go outside with a giant bruise on my forehead!

               “What am I gonna dooooooo?”

[meme]: send 📺 + a question, and my muse’s shadow will answer it! [Still Accepting]

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The environment was in ruins, pieces of broken buildings and monuments lay strewn over a beaten path. One could describe the scene as post-apocalyptic and something seen only in films and movies.  There were no distinct colors in this environment, mostly the various shades of browns and blacks that came with wastelands. There were no humans within sight and the only reprieve from the continuing pattern of destruction was the random butterfly symbols imprinted upon buildings and flat surfaces.

Every so often one would see a small brown box that didn’t look like it belonged here. If you were to open the box you would see strange jewelry ranging from a hair comb to a fox shaped necklace. These pieces of jewelry would be in various states of disrepair some were cracked, others were fractured, and some faded to dust upon the slightest touch. At the end of the path sat a lone figure, with destruction strewn all around her. She made no moves to leave her current position. This figure appeared to be Ladybug but different, much, much different. Her hair was freed from the signature ponytails, she wore shackles around her arms and legs and a tight metal collar around her neck. Her costume had numerous tiny cuts mostly located on her back and mask but they were still a significant number strewn across her entire body. Sitting in her lap was a very strange oriental box with a familiar pattern on top. That same pattern that the boxes who housed the destroyed jewelry on the way here had.

“I’m guessing you have questions for me since you came so far.”

“How do you feel about being Ladybug? “

A simple question that had not such a simple answer. At this point she finally opened her eyes, to reveal that where her normally blue eyes were, an unsettling gold replaced them. She didn’t make another movement after that as she thought about the best way to answer.

“It depends on what day of the week you catch me and if you want to hear the truth. On most days, to most people, the answer is simple and to be expected. I love being Ladybug, I love helping out and protecting Paris. But here’s the thing... that’s just one huge coverup to hide a much deeper problem. “ 

The best and worst of angst, fluff, mystery... I mean really. WHEN WILL THESE IDIOTS FIGURE OUT THEY LOVE EACH OTHER