❛ THE LONELIEST MOMENT IN SOMEONE’S LIFE IS WHEN THEY ARE WATCHING THEIR WHOLE WORLD FALL APART, AND ALL THEY CAN DO IS STARE BLANKLY. ❜
ind. priv. highly selective. headcanon based. hawkmoth of miraculous ladybug. by haley. READ ALL PAGES BEFORE INTERACTION !
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i . this blog is heavily canon divergent . my version of le papillon was created entirely from scratch . he is not gabriel agreste . to keep things short , canon hawk moth is too badly written and boring to find remotely interesting lmao . you all need to respect me and my creative work . i'm currently hard at work on an upcoming project for dorian .
ii . selective / private , mutual exclusive , and low activity . if i am not following you back , you are forbidden from any sort of interaction that is in character . i block non mutuals that try and bypass this rule . i manage several other blogs that can be found @ queenedstyle , swordhonor , spotlady , and blueplumes . i can't remain constantly active on any of my blogs . don't pressure me and we're cool .
iii . duplicates of papillon are welcome here , however note that i will not follow / unfollow if i am stolen from , being made to feel like it's a competition , or i notice any hints of insecurity . i busted my ass to create my papillon from absolutely nothing , every little characteristic and whatnot applies to my version of him and him alone . in regards to insecurity , i am not responsible for your own lack of confidence lmfao . grow a damn backbone and deal with it yourself . feeling down on one's portrayal is understandable on a standalone , but if those feelings develop because of me , then i don't know what to say . : /
iv . icons , graphics , banners , etc . are crafted by me or for me . again , don't steal .
v . i practice mains and exclusivity . regarding ladybugs and chat noirs , i take up to three portrayals of each character for mains . this is to better maintain unique plot lines for specific portrayals and whatnot . exclusives in the miraculous fandom are unlikely to happen . i ask that request for either status be mutual otherwise don't bother approaching me for it .
vi . i can promise i'm easily approachable in spite of what my rules may make you believe otherwise ! thank you for reading !
Dorian Arnaud appears well put together from an outside perspective . Conducting music and ballet dancing are his passions . Handsome , charismatic , and compassionate ; perhaps even irresistible when he wants to be . He is an empath , soaking up emotions whether they belong to him or not . He resents such an ability - his blessing and curse ; he'll outright avoid the general public if it means even some short lived solitude to get on track with his true emotions . He enjoys the perks too , those who know Dorian oft thank him for his phenomenal listening ability and insight . Few are aware he is living a double life : the supervillain Le Papillon . With the Butterfly Miraculous found and wielded for his pleasure ; he exploits and manipulates the negative emotions of others , turning them into supervillains tasked with obtaining the Miraculous of creation and destruction . He has a disastrous tendency to fight other people's battles for them even if it's not welcome . One can say Dorian and Le Papillon are not entirely the same : there are notable characteristics present in Dorian and absent in Le Papillon and vice versa alongside those he exhibits with or without the mask .
Renée Cordier is Dorian's significant other and ally . Wielding the Peacock Miraculous as Mayura , she is Le Papillon's superior . I write her @ blueplumes where more information on her can be found !
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“Ah, you must be Monsieur Arnaud—just a moment, I’ll be right back with your order.” It’s certainly a large one; like the man was stocking up on macarons. Of course, Sabine wasn’t one to judge, and she couldn’t really blame him. Her husband’s macarons were one of the prides and joys of the Tom and Sabine Boulangerie-Patisserie; she knew just how good they were.
‘ I trust you remembered my order asked for purple coloured macarons , oui ? ‘ His tone is nothing short of irritant , fingers rub temples , feeble attempt to starve off headache contributed by hunger and emotions unwanted from empath . Oh , how absolute sure he was of his akuma achieving victory , so tangible ! Now a distant memory only carrying the remnants of sheer humiliation and rage . ‘ Your macarons are quite delicious , I will admit .’ Praise he so rarely gave , ( albeit curt ) would undoubtedly lift her spirits .
The obvious time when he didn’t have the mask on notwithstanding, of course. Logically, she knew that there was really no reason for him to go out into the city—the Butterfly Miraculous wasn’t meant for combat the way hers or Chat Noir’s was, and it was probably easier to stay up here and watch everything from a distance—but maybe she’d just gotten used to the feeling of flying around Paris; enough that imagine life without it was difficult.
“I mean, you don’t have wings or anything, but there’s gotta be some way to get some fresh air. It gets so stuffy in here, and the window opening just barely isn’t doing anything to help that.”
‘ Non . ‘ Sharp syllable cuts through silence . He , ruminating / dwelling , loss imprinted within memory . His dearest wish had slipped from hands like sand , gone . Sadness and anger remain absent , numbness abound . Butterflies dwindle with passing time . They’ve little the need to stay , little the need for usage . His last comfort now breached , Le Papillon is stiff , doesn’t turn away when she approaches .
‘ What more could you take from me ? Paris is safe , my akumas are no more , notice how they’ve dwindled . The day I leave from my comfort is when I die . ‘
@coccinellc: Holy hell I have a lot to say about Lily, she was the first Ladybug/Marinette blog I found and followed and I’ve been drawn ever since, there’s a huge sea of Ladybugs/Marinettes out there and hers always has been/will be my favorite, my best replies have usually been to threads with her Ladybug, her writing style is one that’s simple, easy to respond to while simultaneously challenging me to write out better replies (I think I explained that right??) I’m 1000000000% convinced she should be on the writing team for Ladybug because she just gets her so damn well, I feel like watching an actual ML episode when I read her threads, making her characters three dimensional is so effortless for her all around I’m glad to be mutuals and writing partners with her, I’ll follow her on all my blogs no matter what.
@fearguarded: Light is one of my best buds, we met back on her Nathanael and since then we talk p much all the time, even when she doesn’t have time to respond to my random messages on Skype I still enjoy getting to speak with her hfdhjfhg all her blogs are golden to the max like her Pitch, she probs pulled him right out of his canon because that’s how good she is at writing him.
@chataclysmics: When Bluey joined the ML fandom I screamed in joy Chat Noir/Adrien was a muse she was born to write with how well she brings him to life, she does a super good job at capturing the soft quiet tones of Adrien’s voice and it’s super awesome my slow ass still needs to reply to her but holy hell don’t even get me started on the AUs she has for him they’re all so well thought out and just make sense to me Bluey is 1000000000% follow worthy.
“ the word courage comes from the french word cœur, which means ‘ heart. ’ when you go ahead and do something despite the fear you feel, courage arises from within your heart. ”
1. the cool mutual how they ever decided to follow u and why they still do is a mystery to u. sometimes you post such incredible bullshit ur surprised they signed up for this. u get incredibly happy seein them on ur activity page. you cant believe it. bless this mutual
A snarl came to her lips at his tone, at his words. Normally, her partner was the one that displayed more animalistic qualities as a result of a Miraculous, but the sound that rumbled deep in the heroine’s chest, vibrating in her throat, could only be described as a growl. She thought she had felt hate before—dealing with the heiress in her classroom, or akuma twisted from innocent people—but this was such an unfamiliar sensation; the burning in her stomach and muscles coiled up like two tight wires. If her suit wasn’t nigh-indestructible, the crescent moon shaped indents on her palms would be bleeding with how tightly her fist was clenched. Ladybug liked to believe she thought before she leaped—despite a few instances here and there where emotion ruled her decisions, a superheroine needed to listen to her head instead of her heart—but she had warned him, and he had continued to push past the tipping point. Red obscuring her vision, she barely gave time to react before throwing her akuma capture at him with enough force to break through solid wall, courtesy of Tikki’s power. She intended to restrain him, have the yoyo circle around him and restrict his movements, but if it was a bit too tight and the wire dug into his skin, she wouldn’t rush to fix her ‘mistake’.
Cane rises, deflects incoming yoyo - posture shaken. Teeth grit, bite back anger coated utterances; left to decay. She dared further a conversation finished, substituting unspoken thoughts into rash actions; silent he would remain. He feels her anger, a cry for justice - powerful, unwavering. Another trait shared with heroine and villain - unconditional love. The deep capability to care, a strength, a burden. He’d not admit to understanding nor sympathizing, there is no need. Purity / corruption, two sides of the same coin; he loathed knowing how alike they were. It may be wise to surrender, reveal Adrien’s whereabouts, but rage was a great strength. Ignored, untreated, it thrives, destroys, as it has done to his soul. A matter of time before he would be a shell - without life, emotion. “You have achieved many victories but I assure you this will be your last, Ladybug.” Withdrawn from cane is a sword, poise melded into swordsman; rarely practiced, but experience is in his favor. “I doubt you’ve touched a sword; this is a sport luck will not buy you out of!”
so i’ll just state the obvious here — 2016 sucked. really hard. lots of bad shit happened, and it’s hard to see actual good stuff when it just seems like nothing but awful things are going down. but there were good things this year ! i can safely say that i’ve made many good friends and grown as a writer as well as a person, and for that, i’m so thankful. this past year might not have been great, but i’m holding out hope that 2017 will be better for everyone. thank you all so, so much for being here, whether you’ve been around since the beginning ( which is ayear and a half now by the way holy shit ) or only recently started following — i love you all ! ♥
of course, i can’t do a bias list without a special shoutout to mon chatonetonnantchat ! my sunshine, the absolute light of my life. she’s as paw-sitively purr-fect as it gets ! as many of you probably know, josie is the whole reason i made this blog, and is a fantastic artist and writer — i don’t know why you’d be following me and not her, since we’re a package deal ! you can’t have ladybug without chat noir, baby. it’s been a totally wild ride, but i don’t regret a single second because of this bae right here ! i absolutely adore her blog and portrayal, and i feel so lucky that i can call her my friend. 🐞 ♥ 😸
these are in no particular order, by the way, and i’m really sorry if i forgot anyone ! i’m amazingly scatterbrained, and when it comes to bias lists i’m practically guaranteed to miss people. it doesn’t mean i love you any less, i promise !
“Oh, I think you’d be surprised just how far I’m willing to go for the people of this city.” She’s intentionally general—the less Hawk Moth knows how much she genuinely cares for Adrien specifically, the better. No need to give him any ammunition against her; for so long, Ladybug has been a symbol of perseverance and justice in Paris. Alongside Chat Noir, the pair had never been defeated. If their sworn enemy found a chink in the heroine’s armor….Shaking aside that thought, her glare deepened. Ladybug had been hoping to stall as long as she could—not only would it keep Hawk Moth’s attention off Adrien, but it would allow Chat Noir a chance to find her and fight alongside her. For now, however, it looked like she was on her own. “You have one more chance. Tell me where he is, or you’ll see how little mercy I have for the likes of you.”
A chance offered, a chance declined, stubbornness chose to prevail at the wrong moment. Expect him not to cooperate, nor take neutrality, but to balk. They shared a history of hatred, battles, etched in blood and tears, unable to be erased from memory. Inquiries regarding the beginning of their hatred need not be asked; few could understand abstract reasoning. He’d have everything to lose should he speak - mysteries, power. A closed mouth keeps their secrets. Her downfall plotted, every small detail analyzed and manipulated to his pleasure; she’d fail (what wonders powerful intuition blessed him with!) “You flatter me with your kindness, Ladybug; I’ll have to decline your last chance for my sake and yours, too. Adrien is forever missing; he will not be scribed in the memories of Paris’s future civilians. This is my final word on the subject.”
“You have three seconds to tell me what you’ve done with him, and you had better hope I like what I hear.” It wasn’t like Ladybug to be so cold—even here, in front of her worst enemy—but this was a serious matter. Her fists were clenched in tranquil fury, one hand clutching her akuma capture. Her eyes narrowed at the man standing opposite her. The heroine had no idea what was going through his head ( perhaps he thought she was merely bluffing ) but didn’t particularly care at the moment. Her threat had been left ambiguous for a reason.
“You’ve wounded me, my dear Ladybug.” Tongue clicks, release of theatrical utterance. He’d an inability to remain serious: empty threats spoken, left echoed beyond. Oh, how her heart bled for the blond model (surprising she’s not vulnerable enough for an akuma!) An obstacle easily overcome, she’d eventually succumb to pressure, willpower shattered, threads left flailing. Luck would not fix emotional matters of the heart; his long streak of crushing defeats would soon end and he would claim ownership of her earrings (she was always the trickier of the masked duo); obtaining the cat’s ring hardly a challenge. “I’ll spill not a detail of Adrien’s whereabouts, you and I are used to keeping secrets, non? I doubt you’ll carry out your ambiguous threat, haven’t you some mercy within that soul of yours?”
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