#fear akuma

[darkwitch1999]

🦋😱Akuma Idea: Horror Themed Akuma😱🦋

Okay, here's another akumatized villain concept that I have been thinking over for a while. Now hear me out. I know that the Miraculous Ladybug franchise has already featured a few horror-themed akumatized villains......

Or three? Huh....I thought there'd be more. Anyway, that's not important. For this akumatized villain, I thought that this villain would have powers, weapons, and design elements based on characters from horror movies.

For the character design, I was thinking that the villain would have pale skin and long black hair that gets in her face like the girl from "The Ring". They will also have stitches along the corners of their mouth and wear black mascara around their eyes.

As for her outfit, she would wear a straight jacket, which I'm either thinking could have a mess of different dark colors on it or have scarlet blood splatters all over it. Or it could just be a plain yet worn-out straightjacket. Honestly, I had the villain "Terminal" from Batman Beyond in mind when I decided to give them a straight jacket as part of their costume. I am also planning on giving the black pants with holes in them and black combat boots as part of their design.

As for the villain's eye color, I'm still deciding on whether I want to give them all red eyes or do multiple colors. I do plan on giving them three eyes, with the third eye being located on the base of their forehead. Kind of like Garnet or Hiei, but this third eye is more than just for show. It actually ties into one of her powers that I will get into more detail about later.

Powers:

So the thing about this villain, is that some of their powers are connected to certain horror artifacts and/or characters. Though not every power can be used at once and a few of the powers are activated when the villain is using specific items. For example:

Jason Hockey Mask:

This akuma will have something akin to Captain America's shield, except smaller and shaped like Jason's Hockey Mask. The shield/mask is indestructible and can repel and deflect the attacks from the Miraculous superheroes with ease. It also has an additional use for allowing the akuma to breathe underwater when they are wearing the mask on their face (ironic, huh?).

Freddy Kruger Gloves:

On their own, they are just ordinary leather gloves. However once this akuma puts the gloves on their hands, they can grow metal claws like Freddy Kruger that can also retract at will like Wolverine's metal claws.

A Ring:

Okay, I know there wasn't a literal jewelry ring in the movie "The Ring", but I thought this would be a cool concept nonetheless. Basically, when the akuma is wearing this ring, they will able to possess and pass through any electronics that have a screen of their choosing (TVs, computers, iPads, phones, etc.).

Wrist Corsage

Every rose has its thorns and this beautiful bracelet is no exception. Like Carrie from the movie of the same name, wearing this corsage gives the akuma the power of telekinesis, which allows them to move objects or people or set stuff on fire with their mind.

Now for her final power (yes, I know I have already given her a lot. Shadow Moth was feeling very generous this time when he made this akuma. Like I said though, she can't use all of these powers at once, well except for this power.). This last power involves the akuma's eyes, especially the third eye. Her strongest and most horrifying power that this akuma possesses is the power to make anyone who looks into her eyes hallucinate their worst fears/nightmares, causing them both severe psychological and emotional trauma that incapacitate them by paralyzing them with fear, giving them panic attacks, or causing them to have a mental breakdown as their intense screams and feelings of terror fuel the akuma's power. The third eye acts as an amplifier for the fear-induced hallucinations, meaning that the more people that the akuma terrorizes, the stronger the hallucinations and the akuma become. Now I bet you can imagine all the different types of fear-induced hallucinations each one of the Miraculous heroes could face when fighting against this akumatized villain, who's civilian identity is none other than:

Noelle Odeja!

The details regarding how she got akumatized are still in the works with the story, but let's just say that someone messed with the wrong girl! Time for her to show the world how much of a "horror freak" she truly is. I'm thinking about making the akumatized object her backpack or something, will also carry her power items in it when they are not in use (though that idea is subject to be scrapped if I think of any better ideas).

As far as the name of this akuma, I still haven't decided on one yet. I was thinking of something like "Frightmare", "Freak Show", or maybe even "Horror Show". IDK. I'm not that great with naming villains or heroes. If anyone has any suggestions, I'm open to them.

Anyway, let me know what y'all think about this akumatized villain. Feel free to voice your opinions, thoughts, theories, or any suggestions you might have on how this villain could be improved upon (I might have made her too OP. Let me know if I need to tone the powers down a bit).

@nerd-chocolate @andromeda612 @princessbutterflysposts @artzychic27 @arny20252 @imsparky2002 @msweebyness

[chocostrwberry]

HE’S SO TRAGIC LMAOOOO

[wounded-edge]

[blueberry-bubbles130]

Unworldly Compulsion and Consumption au. Fanfic snippet two.

(CW: Description of dead bodies. Slight blood and gore. Brief mentions of disease and nuclear war/radiation sickness)

They often say silence is deafening.

There are other phrases that relate to the concept of silence, of course. “Silence is golden” “speak of the devil” and many more to count. Though most of those expressions are, or at least can be interpreted as neutral, maybe jovial even.

This however, couldn’t be further from jovial.

In this moment the silence was deafening.

And every single second of it was horrifying.

She was speaking. More of an incoherent rambling in fact. But still she could hear her own words as clear as the sky outside.

“M-Mama…..P-Papa. Please…Please, say something. Y-You’re….why, why won’t you say anything?”

But of course her question fell on deaf ears. And no one else was around to answer. Not that the answer to her question would make any of this better, if someone had been around to answer it. For the answer to why Chloe’s parents weren’t answering was obvious.

Andre Bourgeois and Audrey Bourgeois were dead.

Dead. Lifeless. Whatever you want to call it. Their corpses sat slumped against the wall of her fathers office at City Hall. The sun that shone through the windows above them, gave Chloe a horribly detailed view of it all.

The sun touched the top of her fathers grey hair, making it look lighter than it already was. To Chloe it seemed impossible that sort of thing could happen. She could barely remember a time when her father hadn’t had all grey hair. Combined with how the light made the top of her mothers hair seem golden. It made it look like they had little halo’s above them. Yet the light didn’t stop them from looking any less pale. Pale sickly skin, with sunken dark eyes just made things worse. Thank god that their eyes were closed. That might’ve broken Chloe even more. They just looked disheveled. Her fathers shirt was stained with a sticky red fluid from the hole in his chest. A small trail of blood running from his mouth. Red marks around her mothers neck, her head resting on her fathers shoulder loosely.

it’s more than cruel for a child to have their parents ripped away from them by the cold hands of death. But this?

Maybe only the devil himself could have dreamt this up. Well Hawkmoth could now. Maybe Hawkmoth was worse than the devil.

Nevermind that though.

“Wh-Why? C-Can one of you just…just please……..

Chloe stopped speaking and looked down to the floor. A small pool of tears had formed on the glossy wood. Yet more tears still kept running down her cheeks.

Her hand reached out shakily towards them. If she managed to shake them a little, then maybe, just maybe they would wake up. They would wake up and it would all be okay. Hell! She’d throw all caution to the wind. She didn’t care if they found out about what she was now. She did not care. As long as they woke up and she could bury herself in her parents warm grasp. Just like she was a little girl. Then everything would be okay.

Everything would be okay.

She gave the sleeve of her fathers suit a tug. Gentle at first. Then a little more rough. Until she was practically shaking it. When it was no use, she moved to her mother. She grasped Audrey’s hand in hers. Both hands were equally cold. But to Chloe her mothers hand felt far colder than her own. The fact that her mother didn’t refrain and try to gently pry Chloe’s hand away was enough to know the truth.

Neither of them were going to wake up anytime soon.

Everything was not okay.

So she did what any child would do.

She cried. She cried harder than she had ever done before in her life. Sniffling turned to tears. Tears turned to crying. Crying turned to sobbing. And then the sobbing became a deep guttural shriek. Her unholy cry rang through the air. Right out into the streets. A truly unholy shriek. The type of cry that if it was heard, would stick with a person for years to come. One that no other person was around to hear.

This was wrong.

It was wrong.

So very very wrong.

Now the thought might have been in the back of her mind. Brewing since she was what-ten maybe?

the assumption that she may outlive both of her parents was there. Nearly no child really thinks about death on a deeper level though. She never thought about it in depth before. And this was no way to confirm that assumption. A child shouldn’t have the reality of the world come crashing down

in the most horrific way in a mere moment. Though that's just how it worked sometimes. Like now.

Chloe just didn’t know what to do.

In her mind it was like an akuma attack had never even happened. Instead it was like a genuine world ending event that couldn’t be reversed; Not in any way. The streets were flooded with infected corpses. Pus and mucus leaking out from noses and mouths. That damned song, beckoning her down the death-filled path to city hall. The only remaining adults in Paris she cared for, that she expected to find alive, in fact dead. And having died by the akumas hand, rather than the disease he had spread. It had shattered whatever was left of her world.

Her parents were powerful. She knew that. That was really all she knew about them. Her father had power in politics, her mother had power in fashion. People listened to their word. Yet, this only proved one thing.

Her parents weren’t impervious monoliths of power.

They were not going to hold power forever. Power does not last. One day her parents just were not going to be around. Not there to talk to. Not there to help her. Not there to protect her.

And her mind just wouldn’t stop thinking. Horrific revelation after revelation, leaving her questioning every single aspect of her life.

So…so if this were to really happen. Say a disease did come along and wipe everyone out. Would she be alone? She hadn’t been affected by this at all; probably to do with the whole dying thing. That would mean she’d be alone though. She’d be all alone with no other human to talk to. Her enemies? Gone. Her friends? Gone. Her family? Gone. Would it be the same if it was nuclear war? Or would that leave some survivors? But what about the radiation sickness? That would be even worse seeing people wither away in the bout of sickness.

Her mind was a rapidly growing mess and she didn’t know what to do.

Something.

She needed to do something. She thought about what she could do. Not that she knew much about what happened to dead bodies after, well death.

“Respect…..you…you give the dead respect…unless they were bad……Yeah..That’s…..how it works.” She thought.

Besides in Chloe’s mind, She couldn’t-she did not want to leave her parents slumped against the wall. She could put her father back in his chair at his desk. But then there’d be no room for her mother and she didn’t want to separate them.

She pushed herself up weakly. Hands trembling, tears still trickling down her cheeks. Her head turned to the doorway, before her head immediately snapped back to her parents. She had to make sure they were still there. She was hoping they’d be alive when she looked back. That this was all just a horrific nightmare. But they weren’t.

She looked to the other side of the desk, seeing the other two chairs there. She could drag them over and put them into the chairs.

“Y..Yeah…...”

She staggered over to the chairs, her breath still heaving from the crying. Her hands locked onto the arm of the chair. A loud scratching sound rang through the building as she dragged the chair to the other side of the desk. Drag marks ruining the polished wood. She did the same with the other chair, pushing them both beside her fathers chair. Wiping her eyes, she allowed herself a breath and looked out of the window. Except her eyes were drawn to something else.

Another body slumped onto the chair. The chair that her father would typically sit in.

“Oh…….” she whispered.

In all honesty she’d forgotten about him.

He looked completely normal now. No longer the akuma powerful enough to infect nearly the entirety of Paris and watch it die. Save for the holes all over his chest. Who would’ve guessed that a regular person could murder an akuma? Well Chloe was no longer a regular human. But the point still stood. The only thing that didn’t change was the damage. You can kill the akuma, but the miraculous heroes must reverse the damage. And Chloe didn’t have that power. So all she could do was reach forward, grab him by his collar, and throw him as hard as she could onto the floor. She had to get that disgusting usurper out of her father’s chair. She dragged his corpse to the doorway and left him there.

Then it seemed time slowed down again as she walked to her parents. Who still were just sat there, slumped against the wall.

Her parents.

Oh god….this hurt. Why her? Why now? She sniffed as tears began to run down her face again. This just wasn’t fair. She was only a child. Still she continued.

Pale small hands that trembled reached out to her mother. Her hands delicately held Audrey, as Chloe pulled her towards the chair. As she pushed her mother onto one of the chairs, her head flopped a little and Chloe stopped.

“No…No…please! Don’t do that!”

She slowly repositioned her mother so she would look…..comfortable? That wasn’t the right word, but the only one in her mind. The process was much the same for her father. Slowly pulling him to the chair and pushing him onto it. Some blood dripped onto her hands from the hole in his chest. And Chloe found holding him rather odd. He was more…..thin? More bony? Yeah…..More bony than she thought.

Eventually she’d finished it and sat down on the chair between her parents, in front of the desk. Her head tilted down as she stared at the smeared blood on her hands. Little drops of saltwater tears falling onto them. Her chest heaving for breath from the crying and movement. She couldn’t bear to look at the blood much longer, and leant back to rest her head against the softness of the chair.

Only then was it that her mind broke as another thought clawed its way to the front of her mind.

The chair.

The very chair that she was sat on was in between both of her parents. The chairs that her parents were sitting in were from the other side of the desk. Chloe was sat in the chair her father sat in for work. That meant Chloe was sat in the mayor of Paris’ chair.

Her mind had already abruptly realised power didn’t last. He had killed her parents, taking their power away. But she had killed him, taking his power away.

So where did that leave her in the grand old game of power?

Did this mean she was more powerful than her own parents? That was another horrifying thought. Her parents held power. They were supposed to protect her with that power. But right now they couldn’t. So as time moved forward, she’d become more powerful than them. Just like right now. One day, that could come at any moment, she would be more powerful than her own parents. And she just didn’t want that power anymore, if this is what it was like.

Unable to bear such thoughts anymore, Chloe let out a final guttural unholy shriek. And began to to cry once again.

When there were no tears left to cry, Chloe leant against the chair. Her hands grasped both of her parents and she squeezed them tight. Her voice was soft and quiet as she spoke. Not that either of her parents would hear her.

“I love you.”

At some point her eyes closed as sleep consumed her. All the while the sun began to set, bathing the room in a golden light.

It was true what they say.

Silence is deafening.

[pikablooo]

Super excited to share this!!! :D

[asheoninactive]

Really bad picture quality but whatever . I love u musicalmatsu designs .

[gachadarklightoficial]

In order:

The Owl House;

Miraculous: Horse;

Miraculous Akuma: Chess Queen;

Inside Out: Fear;

Gender Swap: Miguel;

Pony Town.

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WOMEN WANT ME FISH FEAR ME

[paranoiddreams]

Pt. 1

You and Sukuna are officially parents to the most rambunctious kitten in the entire world; something you can’t help but blame your cursed boyfriend for. You both don’t really have a name for her yet, because she has such a unique personality it would feel wrong to call her something that didn’t fit perfectly. You’ve dropped a few names randomly, trying to test them out, but Sukuna is clearly unsatisfied with every one.

“Come here Moon! Here Moonie!”

“Moon? What the hell are you calling it that for?”

“You don’t like the name? I thought of Moon because she likes to look out the window at the moon every night! I’ve been trying out a few. I also thought about Sugar—“

“Why the hell would we name that thing something so sweet when it’s a complete menace?!”

Let’s just say, Sukuna is not going to accept any name he thinks is too ‘soft’ or ‘sweet’. Because whether he’ll admit it or not, his daughter is exactly like him, and needs a fear-inducing name like his.

“How about Zozo?”

“You mean the Ouija board demon?!”

“Or maybe Valak. That’s a powerful female name.”

“THATS THE NAME OF THE DEMON IN THE CONJURING??!!”

He’s got a bunch of demonology books anyways (bc he’s a nerd lowkey) and he’s pointing all of these outlandish names out to you, suggesting some that aren’t even in languages humans can understand. He tried to suggest others that were less offensive, like ‘Malevolent’, which you almost picked on account of ‘Mal’ being a cute nickname, and you were tired of calling your child ‘kitty’ all the time. But then, almost out of the blue, Sukuna seemed to have a change of heart.

You both came home through the front door after a long day, exhausted and worn out, like usual. But, like you’d both forgotten about your new addition to the family for a second, the sound of meowing and tiny paws on the tiled floor startled you both. Sukuna looked down at his feet immediately, only to find the nameless kitten trying to climb on top of his boot. Her little meows became cries as she begged for his attention, obviously having missed you both after being gone for so long.

“Aww, Kuna, she missed you!” You cooed at them, finding the sight too cute to ignore. You look up at your boyfriend’s face expecting to find his usual scowl, but you’re even more surprised when you don’t—he’s staring blankly at the kitten he supposedly hated a few days ago, but the corners of his lips curl up ever so slightly.

You decide to stay silent, not wanting to ruin the moment. Sukuna leans down and picks up the struggling kitten, still not successful in her attempts to climb his pant leg, and holds her to his chest.

“I suppose coming home to this little thing isn’t so bad,” he whispered, still looking down at her furry face as she paws at his shirt, “isn’t that right, little Akuma?”

Demonologist!Sukuna is a fascination of mine, and NO it’s not because I almost took a semester on it🤫. I love me some demons, what can I say? Also, thank you guys so much for the name ideas in the comments of part one, you’re all so cute and creative I love you guys so much. I hope you all like the name I picked for the little fur ball in the end😫🙏🏻

[novelistwriter]

The Al Ghul Siblings

Damian wasn't the only child of Bruce and Talia, but the youngest of 4.

 

Mariam, the Eldest daughter of Bruce and Talia, whose strategies could turn the tide of battles she is part of.

 

The twins, Danyal and Boutros (Peter in Arabic), Danyal, who was so good at stealth that he wouldn't let you know he was there until he wanted you to know, and Boutros, whose awareness was so sharp, that none could get the drop on him, both Twins Rival Ra's and Taila in these aspects.

 

Damian is the child that excels in combat out of the four, constantly trying to he like his older siblings.

 

Mariam had to leave the League, because of what Talia overheard the plans Ra's had for her daughter. She sent Mariam to Paris under a new name, Marinette. Where Marinette would be left with people Talia trusts.

 

The twins had a bit more tragic fate, Boutros was fatally wounded during a rebellion in the League, he was dipped in the Lazarus Pit, but never resurfaced.

 

Danyal was sent away by Talia to an orphanage, Damian wasn't told where though, but a few years later, Damian was brought to Bruce.

 

Mari was contacted by Danyal one day via a letter with a familiar symbol on it, they send each other letters from time to time, but can't reach out to Damian, fearing that they would be found by Ra's.

 

The events of Danny Phantom happened regularly, but with Danny becoming the Heir to the Throne for the Infinite Realms.

 

But when the Nasty Burger does explode, Danny doesn't go to Vlad, he runs away and goes to Paris to be with his other sister.

 

Mari became the holder of the Ladybug Miraculous, and told her foster parents about her being Ladybug a few days before Danny came to their place.

 

When Danny did arrive at the place, it was during a heavy storm, and Danny didn't have a coat, so he was standing in the heavy downpour, arms crossed and looking so sad and heartbroken.

 

After some explanations, and seeing Danny being able to resist the Akuma Hawkmoth sent to corrupt him, Danny is welcomed by Mari's foster parents to live with them.

 

A few weeks with Danny living in Paris, a green portal opens up in the living room with Danny and Mari in it, they are ready for a fight, but they see an older Boutros stumble out of it, it's a tearful reunion, with a being in a purple robe smiling to himself elsewhere, where a family is soon to be reunited, and where an almost exact replica of Boutros would be placed back in the dimension he found himself in to prevent the timeline of that dimension from destabilizing.

 

The twins and the Eldest Daughter worked together with Cat Noir and other Miraculous holders to take down Hawk Moth in a few days. The Trio of siblings decided that they will take a risk, they head to Gotham to reconnect with Damian

[maddascanbe-blog]

Juleka time! I love the idea that she specifically chose a name similar to Chat Noir's because she admires him. He's her role model, and she tries to push herself to face her fears with his level of confidence.

Reflecta's weird head thing confuses me, so I originally planned to give her space buns just to reference it. But she ended up looking better with her hair down. I based her dress in part on glam punk fashion. She shares a few colors with Silencer (because akuma twins) I also added a shattered mirror detail to her dress and face because- well, reflections. Then add a skeleton design to her mouth to further tie her in with Silencer, as well as reference the Bloody Mary game. Again because reflections.

Purple Tigress is a bad bitch. We all know it. As much as I like her ponytail I though with LB, QB,and RR all having ponytails I needed to add some variety into the extended cast. So I tucked her hair up to show her face fully.

Since Juleka doesn't have too much to do outside of her time as Purple Tigress or Reflekta her story is mostly open. Her relationship with Rose is almost entirely unchanged.

I think I have to go back and work on Chloe, she's swung too far from her cannon self. As such I can't figure out how episodes like Reflecta would work, although I suppose Juleka could just legit be cursed...

Revisions in progress.

The biggest difference is the powers. Were changing from Clout to a more Sucker Punch esk move. The tiger miraculous user becomes difficult to detect. Not invisible but camouflaged to the degree they can sneak up on their enemies if skilled enough. If they touch anything alive or break concentration the camo will drop.

Once close enough they can call to release the disguise and all of the power goes into one blow. As such the tiger miraculous holders tend to have a much shorter time before detransformation, even after training. It's risking it all for the chance to take the opponent down in one strike.

Juleka knows when to stay hidden and when to make her voice heard. Which makes her a great Tiger.

[daymarenightdream1]

❝𝗜𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗧𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗡𝗲𝗲𝗱❞ (c:)

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤/𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: Sukuna x reader

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: When the memories of your terrible past thrust you into a state of panic, the king comes to your rescue. Set in a medieval-ish era. True form sukuna.

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤/𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕤: hurt/comfort, fluff(?), slightly ooc Sukuna

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 1.2k

𝔸𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣'𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: I had such a bad panic attack i wrote this purely as a cope lmao. Also, listened to a Sukuna asmr by Howl KAI where he calls you little akuma (little devil) and BRUH. It's entering my top ten list of nicknames. LOVE it so much.

I don't think this fic is even any good as i wrote it super fast but i hope you guys enjoy <3

Today was a bad day, you thought as you settled further into the small bed in the chambers the King of Curses had ordered you to reside in.

The quarters he’d ordered you to stay in were mere moments from his own, wanting your presence close by whenever he required your company. Recently, Sukuna had decided you, one of the meagre servants in his bustling palace, needed to be close to his own chambers. He no longer wanted to wait for you to traverse the thirty minutes it usually took from the servant’s quarters to his chambers whenever his urges struck him. Which led to your… change in duties and location.

Yes, today was a bad day. You didn’t have many of them, but when these episodes struck you, they were unpleasant, to say the least.

Terrible anxiety pulsed through you, scratching at your chest and plunging all the way down into your stomach. Your hands shook as sweat stuck your hair to the back of your neck. You wrapped yourself in your blankets, scrunching your eyes shut as you tried to breathe, breathe, breathe… You desperately tried to remind yourself, this would pass, this would pass, this would pass. You really didn’t want to rush to the bathroom again, acrid bile on your lips and a burning in your stomach.

They’re going to know exactly where you are…

But with each passing moment, the wave of sheer panic rose, circling higher and higher, dragging you on a rollercoaster of terror. Your thoughts spiralled, each one leading to another more catastrophic fantasy, rendering you to a mess of stuttering gasps as you attempted to grasp control. Nausea roiled in your gut like a serpent. Memories of the people from your village rung through your mind, torturing you with their cruel acts and disgraceful words.

They’re going to find you and hurt you. Laugh at you as you cry…

But you had no power over this, you knew you just had to ride it out. You tried to breathe again, chest fluttering as you vainly attempted to take another deep breath. The panic only settled deeper as your ribcage expanded, thoughts taking control of you.

They’re going to know. They’re all going to know and they’re going to ruin you.

Panic clutched at your throat, sending a terrible wrongness through you. Like someone had tried to play a chord and pressed the wrong key, dissonant sounds filtering through the air.

They’re going to get you…

Tears rolled down your cheeks as you wheezed, bile stinging the back of your throat. Suddenly, you whipped the blankets and furs to the side, stumbling for the bathroom, the meagre contents of your stomach clawing for escape. You retched over the metal pot in the lavatory, bringing up no more than sour liquid, having already emptied the contents of your stomach.

You finally finished heaving, cleaning your mouth with a spare rag as you wiped your tears and tried to calm your frayed nerves. You returned to the bed, cocooning yourself in between the linens and furs, taking solace in the moment of reprieve.

You felt your soul leaning forward, pressing against your chest as it ached for the king. You had grown used to his presence, and in this moment of weakness, found yourself desperate for his company. The usual fear that drove your every action in his presence was notably absent.

Suddenly, the door to your chambers whirled open, slamming against the wall. You jolted, turning to see the behemoth of a curse standing at your door. You were too frazzled from your episode to bother shaking.

“Who has threatened the life of my servant?” his voice boomed into your small chambers, the threat crystal clear in his tone.

You shook your head, words failing you.

Sukuna stalked towards you, one of his four hands clenching his blood-stained white robes as he sneered at the walls. “Who has dared to touch my servant.”

“No one, my king.” You sputtered.

“Then why does your soul tremble so?” Sukuna drawled as he clutched your blankets away to expose you, clad in a thin nightgown. He dropped the blankets to the ground, eyes scanning over you.

“I profusely apologise, my lord, it is… nothing of note. No one has threatened me.” Shame washed through you. Had you somehow led him to coming to you? It all added to your terribly anxious state, intermingling with fear as you worried that you had taken him from his duties. You had wasted his time with your silly mortal whims, as he often termed it.

Sukuna stared at you, the hard lines of his face smoothing into a calmer expression. His hand reached for your arm, gripping and pulling you forward as his piercing eyes scanned your appearance. He finally released you with a hum when he was satisfied you were unharmed. “Why do you tremble so, brat?”

You willed the tears building at your eyes to wither away as you rubbed at your eyes. “It is n- nothing, my lord.”

“Stop your waggling tongue. Do not lie to your king.” He crossed the upper set of arms, a tendon in his jaw flickering.

“Truly, my lord, it is nothing of note. It is not worth your time…” you mumbled as you reached for the blankets, craving their warmth.

“Do you think me to be a fool?”

A moment of tense silence sunk over you.

“I am sorry, my king. Truly, it is nothing.” You looked him in the eye as you tried to convince him.

“Listen, here, whelp. Your King felt your soul trembling from across the palace, screaming out for my presence.”

You froze, guilt grasping as fervently as panic at your chest. “I am sorry, my king. I have wasted your time needlessly.” You shook your head in shame.

He breathed slowly through his nose as he sat upon the bed, ushering you to the side before gathering you together with the blankets into his four arms like a pet, rubbing your back. “Little Akuma. Come now, settle.”

The panic that had clutched at you before lowered its ugly head an inch, slowly beginning to dissipate. He hummed, the vibrations going through his chest and rumbling into your body. Sukuna held you in silence for a while, the sounds of his calming breaths soothing you, before he spoke once more, probing tenderly. “Little Akuma, what troubles you so?”

“I… It is nothing, my lord. Sometimes… memories of the village. I remember what they did… It frightens me.”

He hummed. “You know that, by my hand, they live no more, do you not?”

“Yes, but…”

“You mortals perplex me so. Trembling over the workings of your mind. Rest now, I will guard this place.”

He pressed your head into his chest as he pulled your legs up and over his own, holding you in the bundle of linens and furs. His hands started to brush through your hair, scratching at your scalp in soothing repetitive motions. “It simply will not do for my servant to tremble so in my absence. From this moment, you shall accompany me in all my duties.”

You tensed. “I do not want to waste your time, my king…”

He sneered at you. “You have no say in this, brat.”

Your body settled, enveloped in his arms as the memories started to fade away. Once the king of curses decided on something, there was no point in arguing.

Sukuna brushed his fingers against your cheek. “No harm will come to you while you rest, now, my little Akuma. Rest.”

[chocostrwberry]

Does the Re verse/shady bug and claw noir AU exist in This AU? It would be cool seeing betterfly/hesperia interacting with a post season 2 Chat Noir or Post Finale Chat Noir interacting with Shadybug since she still exists in her universe, etc and etc. Lol!!!!!!!!

NOOO NOT IN THIS AU,,

But here’s the designs for them if they existed in my AU!!

I wanted to play with the “good and bad luck” aspect. Reverse Marinette struggled with bad luck, and Reverse Adrien had good luck UNTIL they got their miraculous!!

Reverse Marinette is a bullied teen who’s life is pretty bad. Her mom’s bakery is going under, her dad is sick need to pay medical bills, everyone at her regular public school thinks she’s creepy and dirty so she has no friends, and life seems to always go out of its way to make her miserable. She has a massive crush on Adrien, even though she has caught him multiple times throwing away her anonymous love letters. (He KNOWS they’re from her and he finds her obsessive and a loser).

As Shadybug, she takes out her emotions and anger on innocent Parisians. She loves feeling like she has control over her life and actions, and making others feel the same way she does: fearful. She terrorizes alongside Claw Noir, who always has an idea on how to make something go from bad to worse. But she finds his doting cringe and desperate.

Reverse Adrien is the wonder boy who never seems to get what’s coming to him! He’s figured out that no matter what he does, for some unnatural reason, he seems to never face any real consequences. You could say he’s been “spoiled by life”. After receiving the cat miraculous, he can’t act out nearly as much anymore because for the first time, he now knows what it’s like to face the results of his actions (detention, suspension, grounding, etc.) and he lowkey HATES it. Even though he likes being Claw Noir at times, he argues that the cat miraculous ruined his life.

When he becomes Claw Noir he channels his destructive tendencies towards Paris, while fighting the akumas that Betterfly throws at them. Unknown to anyone, his favorite part is being defeated, which means it’s the end of the game. The Bonnie to his Clyde, Shadybug’s unsympathetic and sadistic attitude is the kind of girl Claw Noir likes best, so he does whatever she asks him to in the name of love.

[afanofmanyships]

The Scarecrow is the Joker to Adrien and Marinette's Danny

We've seen Danny go feral on Joker; We've seen Danny go apeshit on Joker.

BUT!!

You know what we haven't seen?!

Adrien and Marinette going apeshit on the Scarecrow.

Picture this!!

Bruce Wayne the Billionaire picks this traumatize class that has been targeted by an emotional fear taking, fear manipulating terrorist. For the friendship coalition between states and congratulations for getting pass the trauma of terrorism.

Cut to the Akuma Class and the Miraculous Team being glade that Monarch (he had so many names and is an ass so I'm sticking to one, two for insult) is gone and upset that he hid the butterfly miraculous and that they have to go through that again in the future. But extremely happy that they can prepare for the next attack of the butterfly miraculous.

So when the Akuma Class arrived in Gotham, Scarecrow attacked the Airport when he suddenly got ambushed by an out of town class being tag teamed by two students. While the rest of the class formed a circle around them and making sure other people don’t interfere. As they wanted a turn right after Marinette and Adrien.

Master List

[jacquesthepigeon]

Man so many characters could be interesting to be isekai'd into. But as an ADULT WOMAN, I wouldn't want to be a child character.

Put me in one of the teachers. Any time in canon. I KNOW SHIT, I'VE SEEN THIS SHOW. Marinette and Adrien, excused absences. I'm sure I can convince the principle given Lila's manipulations can just be the same. "Out for fear of Akuma attacks. MOST COME FROM THIS SCHOOL." Secondly learning how the French school system works and just how far an elected official can go before things are left up to voters choice could make it MUCH easier to deal with Chloe and actually give her consequences of her own actions.

The Adult Instinct™️

[junnmoon]

mlb group chat???

pov ur besties with the miraculous characters.

(maripoo=marinette ,awlyeah=alya, speakup=adrien, lukipoo=luka, ninaur=nino, and y/n)

cunty little babies 👶

*maripoo created a chat*

*maripoo added adrien.a, alya.c, y/n, luka.c, nino.l*

maripoo: hello every nyan

maripoo: plz rename urselfs i can’t take it.

awlyeah: finally a gc

ninaur: frl

lukipoo: hey??

speakup: i didn’t name myself this.

speakup: y/n come out of hiding ik it was you.

y/n: oh..erm….haii :3

awlyeah: i was gonna say let’s get food again but mari doesn’t love us anymore so she won’t come

ninaur: tbh when we was at dennys she was throating them waffles like a mf

maripoo: CAN U QUIT IT??

y/n: mari where is adrien rn i have

to give him my notes

speakup: why are you asking her and not me

maripoo: well it’s almost 3 so he’s probably in the car right now otw to fencing practice with kagami then they go out to eat afterwards so he should be free at like 4:30ish- oh. yeah maybe ask him..

ninaur: jaw dropped

awlyeah: mari you’re terrifying.

speakup: ..i think it’s kinda comforting idk

y/n: oh yeah y’all both fucked up mentally

maripoo: ANYWAYS!! what r u going to give him y/n..

y/n: …why is ur aura threatening rn

maripoo: 😆

y/n:does anyone wanna get lunch w me😣

awlyeah: I WOULD but me and nino r going out as we speak

y/n: sighhh. wake up and break up

lukipoo: i wanna get lunch with you

y/n: YAYY

speakup:wake up and break up u said?

y/n: shut

maripoo: juleka js texted me asking if we wanna sleepover tonight😝

awlyeah: yassss

y/n: WHY is viperion so fine omg

maripoo: this is the wrong gc i’m afraid.

y/n: ….oh

lukipoo: ??

awlyeah: speak ur truth n/n

y/n: ykw i WILL cs chat noir fine as shit too

speakup: ????

maripoo: CHAT NOIR??? EW TAKE IT BACK

y/n: FYM????

maripoo: NO WAY U LIKE CHAT NOIR

y/n: ermm ofc i do.. hes tewwww fine

maripoo: have you ever met him.

y/n: I HAVE! he took me up to a rooftop when

there was an akuma alert

speakup: what was he like

y/n: he’s so babygirl

y/n: OH I MET VIPERION TOO lord…i luv me

the emos

awlyeah: i remeber u simultaneously telling me about cat noir and viperion for 7 hours non stop

y/n: THEYRE SOOOOOO

maripoo: still can’t fathom the chat noir hype

y/n: do u want me to break down 4 u damn

maripoo: yes bruh

speakup: not a fan of cat noir mari?

maripoo: not my type.

lukipoo: interesting

y/n: i luv kitty noir BUT…..viperion is my

boyfie i fear.. :/ (mad at chat for flirting

w lb on tv)

lukipoo: yeah?

awlyeah: yeah you tell him y/n !!!

maripoo: YEHA BOOOOOO CAT NOIR BOOO

ninaur: BOOOO🍅

speakup: but guys

y/n: SHUT UP BROKE BOY

y/n: BOOOOO CAT NOIR👎

speakup: broke boy is crazy.

thanks for reading tbh. i’m obviously very new to this LMFAOOO but there will be a part 2 bc these r fun to write.