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lifeofkaze · 6 months ago
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Cherry Red
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Based on this ask by the fantastic @drinkyoursoupbitch
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A/N: The last bit of the DarkNoir!AU (for now) naturally brings my favourite couple of them all. The amount of obsession I have developed for this version of them is entirely unhealthy, but what's new. Warning: dark noir world weariness, allusion to drugs and prostitution.
The room is crowded, the stale air stuffy with the stench of perfume and smoke. I know better than to mingle with the rich and famous. They suffer my presence among them - crave it, even - and yet my very being here is a testimony to both their boredom and their vices. They know it, and I do, too. What I don’t know is who is more disgusted by it.
The annual horse show - the start to a new season of gambling, a prelude to the vicious cycle of seeing and being seen and spending so much money it would comfortably feed a family of four in less than an hour - has just ended. The privileged few with enough money to matter have now assembled at the glamorous afterparty held in one of the most exclusive country clubs in town.
The privileged few, and me.
I keep to the side of the room, to the shadows cast by the twinkling chandelier suspended from the ceiling. Its fragmented light dances over the party guests talking about the day’s purchases and the latest gossip in a world open only to the not-so-lucky-few in attendance. I cast a weary look around the room. Through the haze of blue smoke, all I see are forced smiles on the gentlemen’s faces, and bored looks on the diamond-draped women clutching either their husband’s arms, their champagne glasses, or both. 
So much glitz on the outside, so much dullness underneath. 
Leaning casually against the wall, I find amusement in how the curious looks are dropped as soon as I meet them, but it is a grim kind. No matter how expensive my borrowed suit may look, I don’t fit here, and I know it. They know it, too, but that is what’s drawing their eye. I’m an outsider invading their secret circle, an attraction to be gobbled at. No one wants to admit it, but they are all slavering for their turn to talk to me. To do business with me. Money can only get you so much, but it can provide distraction and diversion to the vapidness of life - which is precisely what I’m here for. 
I nod discreetly at the gentleman who has just left me with his head held high and a haunted look in his eyes, turning my attention back to the crowd who all pretend they haven’t noticed. Business has been going slow so far but I’m not concerned. The night is young, and people need their time to loosen up. It’s a tough business, riding out the high of spending thousands with a snap of their fingers. When they’re ripe for a new one, I’ll be here waiting for them.
The evening draws on. The vials hidden in the pocket of my jacket begin to dwindle, each replaced by a roll of banknotes that make conversation with the swanky snobs almost bearable, and the flirting of their bejewelled banshees slightly less pathetic. I nod obediently at the men and give the women with their fake smiles and real diamonds a deep look into their heavily painted eyes, every single time. 
The things you do for business.
I have already given up hope of anything interesting but money rolling in when the doors open and a couple that is arriving late is led into the room. It’s the man I see first - combed back, sand-coloured hair, a suit more expensive than what I earn in several months, and a swagger that marks someone who is used to being made room for.
The woman by his side I instantly recognise. She is wearing a cherry red dress beneath a heavy fur coat, which gets taken from her shoulders by eager hands. The fabric of her dress - probably expensive as sin herself - shimmers in the light as she moves with a self-confidence that makes her look like she owns the world. Judging by the looks she’s receiving, she might as well. A tilt of her hand, the slightest raise of her red lips, and suddenly the light from the chandelier is rendered dull, and the gemstones of the women surrounding her have become lacklustre. The hint of a smile, and it’s her who lights up the room. 
I watch as she follows her companion, accepting the champagne flute she is handed by her companion with a graceful bow of her head. He talks to her, and even from across the room, I can’t stop looking at the movement of her lips as she laughs. She puts her hand on him - well-placed, fleeting touches, never enough to raise eyebrows, always enough to not let him forget she is there. As if someone like her could be forgotten.
I know the man who has bought her company for the night; a lawyer from a well-established family. Rumour has it, he is in the run-up for a spot in the government. It surprises me that he risks being seen with her, out in public. But then again… what screams power more than a woman like her by his side and not a care in the world? Another touch, another smile. She has only eyes for him and him alone but even so I’m sure she knows that I am here. She always does. 
As the music swells, the man takes her hand and leads her to the middle of the room, where other couples have gathered for a dance. She gives him a coy smile as he places his hand on her waist, the slightest bit too low for my taste. She shifts her hand on his body as they dance, not inappropriately but if you look closely, you can spot her fingers lingering, brushing alongside his arm a tad too slowly to not be suggestive. It’s an act she has perfected - the teasing, the game, the promise of something every man in this room desperately wants, including me. 
Once the music has stopped and the poor guys bloodying their hands for the indifferent applause of the elite are allowed to take a breather, I can’t take it any longer. I slip into the crowd, making my way to her and her companion. I only look at him as I approach. I give him a small nod and a smile, my eyes fixed on his. It’s not quite a challenge but no subordination either.
“May I ask for the next dance?” 
His eyes harden, the look in them resembling disgust. I’m not fazed by it. He’s been buying off me for too long to refuse me. He knows that I know, and I can tell how much he hates it. 
“I don’t think this is appropriate,” the woman speaks up in her suitor’s stead, her voice snide and dismissive. I bow my head, my eyes finding hers. The look in them would be unreadable to most but to me, the spark in them is clear as day.
“Darling, don’t be impolite,” her companion says, the condescending smile people like him suck up with their mother’s milk forming on his face. “It’s only one dance, is it not? You’ll be back with me before you know it.”
“I’m counting the minutes,” she breathes as he kisses her hand, giving him a deep look from beneath her lashes as he walks away. When he has gone, she turns to me.
“Mr Amari.”
“Miss Jameson.”
I extend my hand and she takes it, allowing me to draw her closer as the music starts again. She smells like jasmine and mint, the silk of her dress cool beneath my fingertips as I place my hand on her waist, exactly where her companion’s hand has been.
“I’m surprised you’re here, Mr Amari,” she says as she lets me lead her into the dance. I raise my eyebrows fractionally.
“I go where the money goes, Miss Jameson. What better place to be than a horse show? I could say the same of you,” I add after a moment. “You have been gone for quite some time. A peculiar choice of event to make your reappearance.”
Her laugh is quiet and melodious, and I mourn its loss as she stops to speak. “Nothing but a return to the scene as a glamorous party, isn’t there? I missed the glitz and glamour.”
“The glitz and glamour missed you.” 
She hums as she comes closer for a moment, not a second longer than the music dictates her to. I feel the warmth of her against me, and when she withdraws I have to stop myself from following her.
“What would be glamorous about watching breeding mares prancing around to be traded off?” 
“Are we still talking about horses?”
“What else would we be talking about?” The smirk on her red lips has turned bitter. She averts her eyes. “Aren’t we all wares to be sold?”
“How so?” 
“You said it yourself - everyone in this room has come because of money, one way or another. It’s what drives us, all of us.”
“Some of us,” I correct her, slowly spinning her around, “but not you. You don’t need this.”
“Don’t I?”
I tear my eyes away from her face for a moment. The man she has arrived with is watching us like a hawk, his attention like the tip of a knife grazing my skin. It’s as if I can see the tendons on the side of his neck protruding even from where I dance with her. He is ready to step in should anyone dare to claim his prize. I pull her tighter against me.
“You turned up in some illustrious company tonight.”
“I guess.”
She sounds bored.
“He might get into parliament next term. You’re bound to be talked about.”
She pulls a face. “It’s not ideal. Boss told me I could say no but what was I supposed to do? He keeps requesting me, every time he books with us. He wouldn’t let off, not even when I… had gone for a while.” 
“He’d be a fool not to,” I say, but the thought of him singling her out like that makes me uneasy. I don’t like it, but that’s the deal with her, has always been. She’s a light too bright to look at, and the moths are inevitably drawn to her.
The dance floor has become crowded, and we need to watch where we step. I take the opportunity to pull her close, closer than I would have dared otherwise. She lets me, and I feel her body flush against mine, those curves hidden by her red dress, and the soft skin of her neck, beneath which her pulse is throbbing rhythmically. 
Suddenly, she moves to the side, pulling me along so that I come between her and the eyes of her watchdog. She raises her chin, breath brushing over my jawline as she whispers into my ear.
“Are you coming home tonight? The kids are missing their dad… and so am I.”
Her words stir something I keep hidden deep within, yet I guard my face carefully. My eyes flick over the people surrounding us. They all seem too preoccupied with themselves to have noticed anything but you never know. We always have to be careful. So very careful.
“I’ll try,” I whisper back, my words not more than an exhale. “Make sure that you are, too.”
Her lips part to respond but before she can do so, the music stops. It takes a considerable amount of willpower to step away from her. Her eyes don’t leave mine as I raise her hand to my lips and place a kiss on the back of it. As she withdraws, her fingers quickly close around the vial I have pressed into her palm.
“Be careful.”
Her lips draw into a wicked smile that makes her eyes sparkle. It’s like the fleeting look of softness in them has been nothing but a fever dream.
“Worried, Mr Amari?”
I don’t reciprocate her smile. “Always.”
“I can handle myself,” she says and shakes her head. Nonetheless, the small vial with the clear liquid inside vanishes beneath the hem of her gloves as she does so.
“I know. Just in case.”
“Just in case.” She steps away, her perfect mask of indifference already back in place. Her eyes drop from mine but I know what she’s saying, a whispered secret forbidden to any ears but mine. “Wait up for me tonight.” 
Then she turns, and all I can do is watch her leave. It stings, having to watch her and her cherry red dress walk away, right into the arms of the other man waiting for her. But as long as I know who she will be walking back to, I can bear it.
Even if only just. 
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kaileedraws · 4 months ago
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Simply Miraculous Love Square Headcanons!
Shehfiifoekdjfjr okok besides accidentally making Chat Noir too hot, here is our lovely love square! I figured out how to create a plot that incorporates every single combination. Here are brief points describing each pair!
Ladybug x Adrien
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Ladybug initially meets Adrien by saving his life a few times and bumping into him accidentally. Because she is just as awkward as Marinette is, she doesn’t initially strike up a friendship
Later she goes to him to ask him questions she thinks only he can answer - how to deal with being a celebrity (ex: the oversexualization, invasion of privacy, etc.)
Obviously they both have a crush on each other - Marinette likes Adrien and Adrien likes Ladybug - but I can see Ladybug stopping any progression of a relationship to keep Adrien safe.
If they both confessed their feelings to each other, things could become messy because Marinette would realize Adrien loves Ladybug and not “her,” and Adrien would realize that Ladybug loves Adrien and not Chat Noir. This might cause adverse outcomes
I could see interactions between them being either very awkward or randomly wholesome if they shared their issues with each other
Marinette x Chat Noir
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Screaming because this ship is lowkey growing on me
Best friend dynamic - but also comfort/hurt trope. They’re there for each other through each of their heartbreaks and relationship troubles.
Chat Noir is very protective of Marinette
In their hurt/rejection, I can kind of see them seeking romance/comfort with each other
Could turn into a situationship/rebound - but like Ladybug with Adrien, Chat Noir would shut down any prospects of a relationship for her safety and because he can’t share his true identity with her (like in canon)
Interactions with Marinette and learning about her on a deeper level (without her spluttering her words) could lead Chat Noir/Adrien to develop feelings for Marinette - and perhaps vice versa for Marinette
I’m seeing a lot of angst/emotion with this one
Adrien x Marinette
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The classic
Eventually happens after a lot of turbulence and other relationships, like in canon
Adrien may or may not have sexual trauma from Chloe and the fashion industry, so he may be uncomfortable/disassociate during these moments with Marinette. A relationship with her could help him heal, as she would show him how a relationship should be and the innocent aspect of it (it’s giving Astarion romance in Baulder’s Gate 3 vibes)
When they discover they both have secrets they are keeping from one another, this would trigger Marinette’s anxiety and possibly Adrien’s. Mistrust might develop
Like with Luka, Marinette has the high chance of breaking things off with Adrien because she thinks he deserves better than her and she hates keeping her secret from him
Ladybug x Chat Noir
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Chat Noir is Mr. Flirty flirt and Charisma until Ladybug flirts back, then he melts like butter
Simp Noir exe has stopped working
Thinking this ship might be the end-all-be-all because they are the only people who know their deepest secret - and although they don’t know their real names, they don’t have to hide non-specific details about themselves
Once Ladybug has feelings, she is a lot more confident to tease Chat Noir because she thinks it’s funny/satisfying to watch his demeanor change and his braincells stop working
Ladybug, if in a relationship, would probably be strict about PDA and keeping things secret between them so that Hawkmoth can’t use it against them
Anyway, why the fuuuuuu did I make him so fine whyyyytt
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AGHSJDIIEOEKDKE
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bizarreauhavre · 28 days ago
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Voodoo doll, Caracas, Lisette model, 1954.
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desultory-novice · 11 days ago
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I get the feeling that Adeline is the most likely to get therapy.
...She'll probably need it too... (Pausing the fun times for something dreadfully serious) -
"Pieces"
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[Apologies AU Masterpost] [Noir's Field Trip]
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oldschoolfrp · 7 months ago
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The party sets out for adventure -- Ugurcan Yüce cover for The Dark Eye introductory box set, Schmidt Spiele -- Schmidt France version "L'Œil noir;" originally released in German as "Das Schwarze Auge" (DSA). This art has been attributed to a second alternative version of the 1984 1st edition, and to the 1988 2nd edition.
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blurryisme · 6 months ago
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(Bendy Noir) The Silent City's (2nd) most wanted criminals
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dakirbster · 8 days ago
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@jojo-schmo
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Ooh a bubble, i wonder where this came from??
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driftwoodmfb · 5 months ago
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Inspired by this post by @desultory-novice where he talked about what would happen if the Dark Blade chose Adeleine instead. I'm calling this Apologies AU, AU: The Armed Painter and the Dyed Knight aka APDK
I uh... might have gone too far on the second page...
CW: Heavy blood, character death, and body dismemberment
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Some info!
The comic starts in the middle of the conflict. The Dark Blade chained Adeleine in one place to make her watch. The start of the comic is when the Blade stabs Noir's back, causing blood to splash on Adeleine's face. All the cuts before hand were survivable, but still very painful.
Adeleine, as dark matter is known as just Dark Matter Blade, never Dark Matter Swordsman because the sword is more or less puppeteering her.
Noir had the paintbrush on him when he was killed because he was keeping it to give to Adeleine on her birthday.
Don't know if I'm going to go with it, but I have the idea of the Dark Blade taking the form of Raquelle. Either killing her and taking her form to befriend Adeleine and Noir or, for this AU, Raquelle was made up by the Blade.
At the end of the comic, the Magic Paintbrush tried to revive Noir, replacing everything missing by painting it. This attempt failed though. It ended up basically making a living puppet. The Paintbrush gained all of Noir's memories and realizes just what he, and it lost.
The Paintbrush didn't turn Noir into Dark Matter because it could feel how much he cares about Adeleine. This ended up making the care about her too; and Noir.
Noir's scarf at the end in a nod to those pocket color wheels
His outfit changed colors at the spots Dark Blade dismembered him. His sleeve cuffs are silver just like the Paintbrush's metal.
'Noir' later paints a glass eye for himself.
Calling this AU the Armed Painter and the Dyed Knight is a double meaning with Noir having the Paintbrush and also dying in this AU.
'Noir' still goes to Popstar, similar to the White Hair Noir AU. He initially pretends to be Noir, not wanting to except he's really gone.
I'll let Dess decide if this should count as Noir propaganda for the tournament
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jojo-schmo · 11 months ago
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I’ve adored @desultory-novice ‘s Apologies AU! What a fascinating and emotionally compelling universe to explore, with Dark Matter Swordsman being Adeleine’s brother-?! I love every bit of it and I’m so excited to see what’s next!
This particular drawing was inspired by @driftwoodmfb ‘s take on that AU where Noir instead lives on Popstar and Adeleine was the one taken by Dark Matter…. I just love these characters and the story and AHHHH I need to sing your praises from the rooftops!! And AUs within AUs are so delightful :D
Anyway here’s an AU-squared drawing of Noir <3 I kinda referenced multiple of Dess and Drift’s drawings so hope it’s still true to Noir’s design :)
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sassyduckqueen · 7 months ago
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So this is Dark Luka's civilian design in the dark world.
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I wanted it to reflect and mimic the Anatisverse Luka while still been different. As you can tell, I've got with a more emo/punk look for him, changing his hoodie for a leather jacket and adding more rips in his jeans. I chose a toxic green for his hair and gave him more pale skin. He has combat boots and a nose piercing. Unlike the good Luka, he doesn't wear a jagged stone shirt as he has a lot of angry towards his parents for abandoning him. Instead, I put a snake skeleton design on it. There's four reasons for this. The first reason is that its a reference to the snake miraculous. The second reason is because he is the host of Simme, who takes the form of a leviathan aka a sea serpent, the third reason is because the Supreme's symbol is a snake instead of a phoenix and finally because he is as deceptive as a snake in this universe. This is also why i drew out three expressions. This version of Luka is a manipulator and will use any technique to get what he wants regardless of if it's intimidation or a nice smile. He will play people and convince them to join him as both Luka or Brumus. Very few people see his true personality. I also made his guitar look more sharp and harsh
Brumus and Lady Ombre
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bloom-agreste-cheng · 2 years ago
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Scarlet Lady AU: The Chat Noir Method: A Compilation
@zoe-oneesama I have taken upon myself to build a compilation of every time a lucky charm or any object was used to hit the akuma so hard that it got defeated easily, which you have appropriately dubbed the Chat Noir Method. The earliest instance I could find was the Bubbler.
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And my personal favorite:
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There were a few instances I wasn’t sure could be considered Chat Noir technique. Cause people were either just dropping the Lucky Charm on the akuma, and not quite chucking hard enough for the villain to pass out,or just chucking stuff at them with little to no passing out.
All of these shots belong to Zoe-Oneesama’s Scarlet Lady AU of Miraculous Ladybug. I’m a big fan.
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lifeofkaze · 2 years ago
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Firebug
I could write a whole essay about how and why I love you, @the-al-chemist, but honestly, I don't think I have to.
I think you know. No, actually, I know you know. You're the bestest. Happy Birthday 💛💛💛
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A/N: Katriona Cassiopeia is the brainchild of the lovely @kc-and-co. Artemis Hexley belongs to @the-al-chemist, ofc. Warning: Language, dark noir world-weariness.
It’s a day like any other, really.
To be honest, most of them are. Same drag, same routine, day in, day out in this fucked up little world, where a new cigarette brand at the store is the biggest outrage and excitement people have seen in weeks.
My morning starts like most days do - wake up from the shouting in the streets; squint at the dirty midday light filtering through even dirtier windows; roll out of bed and find some breakfast consisting of cold coffee and a cigarette, both of which taste suspiciously like ash. 
I spend my time running errands, helping my brother Bill with those business transactions of his that require a little more subtlety. From the change I find in his debtors’ pockets, I treat myself to lunch at Molly’s - lukewarm eggs, rubbery bacon and beans that are worse than my morning coffee. A bloody culinary dream.
I’m still thinking about Mama Molly’s scrambled eggs as the doors of the custody cell fall shut behind me. Office Corey Hayden, the portly policeman who has locked me up, says nothing, just scratches his fat belly with the doughnut crumbs on it and shakes his head at me. 
“This is the fourth time this week, Weasley.”
“And it’s already Saturday. Disappointing, I know.”
As I said - a day like any other, really.
Officer Doughnut rolls his eyes and turns away. He has a football match playing on his small television in the corner. I bury my hands in my pockets, grunting as I chafe my knuckles on the scratchy fabric. The wounds still sting, but the bastard on the receiving end has had it coming. Thinking about him makes the rage in me flare up again. One scumbag down, a million more to go. 
Like a giant fucking hydra. 
Rubbing my fingers with the fresh blood against each other, I place one bloody thumbprint against the wall, right next to the one from two days prior. My own personal scoring record. I was here. I will come back.
Officer Hayden grunts. “‘Tis ain’t no fucking gallery, Weasley. Stop it.”
“And if not?”
The police officer grunts again and focuses on the match, turning the television so I can see what’s going on.
“Is it too much to watch some goddamn rugby, at least?” I hear a voice behind me, followed by two sharp clicking sounds. I turn. 
Behind me sits a woman; a girl, even, it’s hard to tell. She looks small in her oversized coat, and her mane of unkempt hair. She’s scrawny, almost haggardly so. Mama Molly wouldn’t be able to resist stuffing her with food until she’d throw up from either amount, or taste, or both. The source of the clicking sound, I realise, is a silver lighter she holds in her hand. She flicks it open and closes it again, her eyes trained on the TV screen. I cock my brow at her.
“Not exactly the Ritz, ain’t it?”
“Dunno. Never been there.”
She stares at me, a challenge if I’ve ever seen one. Her eyes are strange, hazel, with a green ring around the middle. They remind me of a cat. How curious.
“And who would you be?” I ask, leaning against the bars of our shared confinement. “Never seen you around before.”
Her cat-eyes narrow. “Are you hitting on me?” 
“Just trying to start a conversation.”
She snorts. “Don’t bother.”
“I’d listen to her, Weasley,” Officer Corey chimes in, putting his feet on top of a pile of paperwork that will never see completion. “Tried to bite me earlier.” 
I turn my attention back to her. “Feisty, are you?”
She only glares.
“Whatever,” I shrug into her sullen silence. “I’m Charlie, by the way.”
More silence. I shrug again and concentrate on the match. Exeter City have just swindled themselves to a penalty. Suddenly, the cat-eye-woman speaks up.
“I’m Fire.”
“Feisty and confident.” 
“No,” she says angrily, “that’s what they call me at work.”
“You have work?”
“Why are you so surprised?”
“You’re here, aren’t you?”
“So are you.” 
The corners of my mouth twitch. “Maybe this is my job.”
A snort can be heard from Officer Corey’s corner. The woman gives me a hard look from her strange eyes. 
“Are you taking the piss?”
“Anything to lighten the mood.”
I flash her a grin but receive only a frown in return.
“Forget it, Weasley,” Corey calls again, followed by a groan as Exeter’s striker kicks the ball straight past the goal. “She’s like a feral cat, that one.” 
“Have yet to meet a cat who doesn’t like me.” 
Silence again. Exeter have taken the failed penalty badly and - much to Officer Corey’s chagrin - are falling apart quickly. From time to time, I glance at the woman with the cat-eyes. She’s stopped playing with her lighter and is staring at the wall as if, by the sheer force of her bad mood alone, she could blow a hole in it. I sigh.
“You really are one fun cellmate, aren’t you?” 
I almost think she has stopped responding to me altogether when she raises her chin and asks,
“Why are you here?”
“Animals,” I tell her, seeing her shoulders relax, even if only slightly. “I get them from illegal breeders who treat them like shit. Giving them a taste of their own medicine. That’s why I’m here.” 
I’m not sure she believes me. Her face gives away nothing. 
“That’s what you meant about the cats earlier?”
“I did.”
“And that’s all?”
“That’s all. What about you? Who did you piss off?”
“No one,” she responds stubbornly. “A misunderstanding.”
“Misunderstanding my arse,” Officer Corey huffs. “Picked her up by the harbour earlier.”
I frown. “Where the big fire was?”
“Right bloody next to it. And good thing we did. She’s with that Cassiopeia lady, or so I’ve heard. No good ever comes of that lot.”
Corey’s words pique my interest. I know KC and her girls. Despite what Officer Corey thinks, they’re good girls, all of them. The business they’re dealing in is beyond me, but everyone with half a brain cell left knows to leave them alone. They look like angels, but their kiss brings death. 
I look at my cellmate. 
Or fire. 
I nod at the lighter she has taken out again. “That why they call you Fire?”
She tenses, and the lighter disappears in her pocket in an instant. “No.”
“Why then?”
“None of your business.”
“Well, I’ve got time.”
“Tough luck. I don’t.” 
With that, she rises to her feet and walks past me to the door of our cell. Beyond the bars, a woman has appeared in the doorway to the police station, surrounded by a cloud of glamour and expensive perfume. Katriona ‘KC’ Cassiopeia takes a long look at the woman calling herself Fire, a resigned sigh leaving her blood-red lips. She pulls a slender purse from her handbag and places a big bundle of banknotes on Officer Corey’s desk. Thumbing through them with greasy fingers, he finishes his doughnut and gets up to unlock the cell.
“Off you go, Miss.”
KC’s eyes only graze me, but she gives me a nod of recognition anyway. I return it. Down in the drags, we’re all in the same boat, after all, one way or another. 
“This is not what we agreed on, Artemis,” I hear KC hiss at her protégée, who stubbornly looks ahead. I swear I can see her non-existent fur bristling. “You’re a proper fire hazard at this point, you know that?”
“Way too small for a hazard,” I can’t help but comment. “More of a firebug, if you ask me.”
“Shame no one’s asking you, Weasley.” KC gives me a look. “Staying longer this time ‘round?” 
“Only until my deposit arrives, I’m afraid.”
“Figures. I don’t have that much luck.”
The two women leave, quietly talking among themselves. I watch as they step outside into the drizzling rain, KC beneath a luxurious umbrella, her fiery friend hidden by the hood of her coat. As they vanish into the night, I see the quick flicker of a flame before that, too, disappears into the night. 
I smirk to myself as I settle into my favourite corner of the cell. A new player, then. 
Welcome to the game, little Firebug. 
You’re in for a hell of a ride.
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kaileedraws · 4 months ago
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Adrien / Chat Noir Moodboards
This one was fun to make, I love my emo kitty boy and his golden retriever alter ego
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bizarreauhavre · 1 month ago
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I'am a loser, 1963, (surrealist movie).
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desultory-novice · 10 months ago
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"Last Will"
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...You were only trying to look for her. Just wanted to make sure she was safe...
Kid...
I swear on my name, I'll fight like hell to do as good a job protecting her as you did...
...I only I wish I'd known to protect you too...
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[Apologies AU Masterpost]
[Next] “Ego”
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One more comic left in this arc.
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asharaks · 11 days ago
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child of none
chapter six: best laid plans by @ikarons
“The name’s Astarion,” he says haughtily. She blinks at him, unimpressed, and does not respond. “And mind how you speak to me. I’m a magistrate in the lower city.”
The woman cocks her head. 
“Like fuck you are.” 
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