#Discordant Sonata

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some Ladynoir enemies!au based on @edendaphne ‘s Discordant sonata on ao3. If you haven’t read it yet you should (as well as everything else she has written and/or illustrated)

Heard you were feeling down, hope this finds you better <3

#edendaphne #discordant sonata #ladynoir #chat noir #ladybug #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #mira #miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanart #ml #mlb #ml fanart #my art #ao3

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That feeling when you’re reading a fanfic and switch to a different one and you confuse yourself because you forget it’s not the same universe and you have to remember what the canon is

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanworks #they don’t even like each other in this one #Discordant Sonata #bakery enemies au #Biker Luka #Luka isn’t even here

[edendaphne]

“Discordant Sonata” Ch. 26

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A/N: Thank you all for your patience in waiting for this chapter. Those of you who follow me here and on my other social media know of my life situation and I appreciate your support immensely.

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CHAPTER 26: PRIMA DONNA

Music glossary Prima Donna: (Italian definition: “First/leading lady”) the main female singer or actor in an opera or theatrical play

Glossary: Glacier: Ice cream vendor

Reminder: Chat can remain transformed for two hours after using Cataclysm/Black Hole, or for 5 minutes if he uses his powers twice.

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(Mood Music: "Indignation" - Michele McLaughlin)

Marinette peeked out from behind a bathroom stall door after transforming back, making sure the coast was clear. She wasn’t sure whether Adrien had gone back to his hiding spot or whether he’d gone elsewhere after his own detransformation, so she brought out her phone to text him. Knowing his identity did have its perks, she conceded. 

She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that he’d already messaged her to let her know of his new whereabouts. Stashing her phone back into her purse, she stepped out of the restroom to rejoin him and their friends outside the school. 

Halfway to the exit, she felt a brief, sharp pain on her upper arm. 

“Ouch!” she yelped, then whipped around to face the source of the attack. What the hell?!

Her face soured like a lemon and she gasped. “Lila!? Did you just… pinch me?? What are we, preschoolers?!”

“Says the girl who shoved me while I was trying to save Adrien!” Lila retorted with a sneer of her own, hands placed on her hips in indignation. 

Marinette pouted, rubbing the sore spot on her arm. She wanted to argue back, but Lila did have a point. 

“I-I can explain! It’s just that–”

“Do you really feel that threatened by me and Adrien’s relationship?” Lila interrupted, crossing her arms.

Marinette held back a scoff as she frowned. “What?! Of course not!”

“Then why’d you do it? I was just trying to help,” she whined. “The most important thing should be to save Adrien, right? Why should it matter who did it first?” 

“I…” Marinette began with a grimace. She couldn’t very well explain to Lila that she was Adrien’s secret superhero girlfriend. Especially when Adrien himself wasn’t aware of that fact.

“I just knew he doesn’t like you like that, so your kiss wouldn’t have worked.”

Lila bristled, then snapped back, “But it did work! Our lips touched first! That counts as a kiss! It was ME who broke the spell! You’re just in denial!”

“Oh, I’m in denial?!” 

“You really think he prefers you?” Lila sneered. 

Marinette glowered back. There just had to be a way to get Lila off her back. 

She decided to be bold and take a risk. 

“Can you prove that he doesn’t?”  

Lila let out a condescending chuckle. “Don’t you remember? Adrien himself said it before. He’s in love with someone else. Someone that isn’t you.”

“W-well…” Marinette trailed off. Dang it. She’d forgotten all about what happened on the first day of school a few months ago, when Lila got Adrien to admit he loved someone else. Not being able to disclose that she and Adrien were in a secret relationship was more difficult than she’d anticipated. 

“I thought you’d all but given up on him after that,” Lila continued. “That is, until this week, when you suddenly attached yourself to him, like some parasitic little worm. Why is that, Marinette? Do you actually still like him, or are you just trying to get into his good graces now that we’re about to graduate so you can get close to his father?”

Marinette scowled and practically hissed, “Don’t assume what my intentions are. And I don’t have to justify myself to you. Just mind your own business so we can coexist peacefully until we graduate and then we won’t have to see each other ever again.” 

Lila crossed her arms. “You can’t fool me, Marinette. I can see behind that Goodie-Two-Shoes, Little-Miss-Perfect, Class-President façade. Most people can’t; especially innocent, pure-hearted ones like Adrien. But I know there’s more to you than you let on. You’re a two-faced phony. And I don’t know what you’re up to, but I won’t let you get away with it.”

Marinette rolled her eyes. I’m the two-faced phony??  

She could see that arguing was useless. It would be like talking to a wall.

“Whatever, Lila,” she dismissed as she began to walk past the brunette to continue her trek down the hall. 

However, Lila extended her arm, blocking the way. Marinette narrowed her eyes, then stepped across to the other side; but Lila pressed on her shoulder, pushing her backwards so she bumped into the wall behind her. 

Marinette glared at her. “Let me go,” she demanded.

Lila ignored her. “I’m only going to tell you this once, Dupain-Cheng. Stay away from Adrien. You don’t want me as your enemy, Marinette. I’m sure Mr. Agreste would agree with me… if I were to explain to him that you were being a negative influence.”

Marinette glowered, a roaring fire burning within her chest. How dare she?! After all that Adrien had been through, everything he had suffered because of that man, Lila was threatening to drag Gabriel into this because of some petty love quarrel?? 

Marinette was aware that Lila was trying to get her to lose her composure. She couldn’t give her that satisfaction. So she did her best to conceal her rage and replied, “I refuse to argue over a boy, Lila. We’re too old for this. Let me explain something to you: You can’t control Adrien, and neither can his father. Not anymore. He can be friends with whoever he wants, and Mr. Agreste can’t stop him. And if you actually care about him, you won’t try to either.”

“I’m just trying to protect him,” Lila insisted. 

“He doesn’t need your ‘protection’,” Marinette hissed, adding air quotes with her fingers. “Adrien’s not some helpless little rich boy. He’s an adult now, and perfectly capable of taking care of himself and making his own decisions.”

Lila narrowed her eyes at her. 

Marinette narrowed hers back.

“Umm…” a baritone voice interrupted hesitantly. 

Both girls whipped their heads towards the sound, their faces looking like they’d been caught shoplifting. 

Adrien. 

How much had he heard??

“Excuse me,” he continued. “Marinette was taking a while to meet up with us, so I got worri— uhh, we got worried, and– I mean… I wanted to make sure everything was alright.” He eyed them cautiously. “So… is everything alright?”

Marinette took hold of Lila’s forearm and removed it from her shoulder. “ Peachy . Me and Lila we’re just having a little heart-to-heart and clearing up some things. Isn’t that right, Lila?”

Lila grinned widely and replied while she straightened out some invisible wrinkles on Marinette’s sweater, “Oh, yes. I think we understand each other a lot better now.” 

Adrien looked unconvinced, but before he could chime in, Marinette walked up to him and took his hand, making sure Lila could see their fingers interlocking. She knew it was petty, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. 

“Let’s go,” she said curtly, guiding them towards the exit, secretly relishing in the icy scowl that Lila threw their way as they walked. 

(Mood Music: "Last Carnival" - Norihiro Tsuru)

  ~~The next day, Saturday afternoon~~

  One week, that’s what Marinette had told herself seven days ago. That in one week’s time, she would accept Chat’s offer and let him confess his identity to her as Marinette.

Marinette twisted the hem of her dress, mentally rehearsing what she wanted to say, pacing back and forth in her bedroom as she did her best to not fall into a downward spiral of anxiety. She took several deep cleansing breaths, pausing for a few moments to look out her window, centering herself. 

Tikki hovered dutifully nearby, occasionally chiming in with her usual reassuring phrases and mantras, but regretting not being able to do more for her ward. 

Glancing into the mirror for one last check, Marinette decided it was time. She picked up her purse and called her kwami over, then made her way downstairs to Chat Noir’s bedroom. 

She raised her fist to rap on the door once she reached her destination; but then she just… froze. Her hand hovered there, noiselessly. Coward. She glared at it, twisting her mouth in displeasure, urging it to perform its task.

Just knock, damn it!! Why is it so hard??

In the midst of her argument with her own hand, the door jerked outwards, narrowly missing her, and she let out a surprised yelp as she hopped back. 

Chat’s eyes popped open in surprise and he gasped. 

He began to apologize, but Marinette interrupted, “HelloChatNoirIneedtotalktoyou!!!”

Chat’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion at her incoherent outburst. “Uh… come again?”

Marinette inhaled then tried again, more slowly this time, “Good afternoon, Chat! There is something important I would like to discuss with you. Can we go somewhere more private?”

Chat Noir let out a small chuckle at her forced, almost robotic tone, then nodded. “Sure. I think I know just the place.”

The pair went back upstairs and exited the house via Marinette’s balcony. Then Chat picked her up and leaped towards his chosen destination.

Marinette fought to keep her breathing even, wishing with all her might that Chat wouldn’t be able to hear her heart pounding as he carried her. She tried her hardest to ignore the way his broad chest felt against her side, the way she could feel his muscles flex with every leap, the way his cologne smelled when combined with the scent of his leather suit. The way his lips looked so impossibly moisturized and utterly kissable. The elegant way his hair and cape flowed while in mid-air. The way his grip changed ever so slightly whenever he landed, ever the considerate gentleman, to diminish any potential discomfort on her part every time he jumped.

She squeezed her eyes shut to try to concentrate.

Focus, Marinette! It's happening. It’s really happening!! I’m about to tell Chat that I’m ready for him to reveal his identity. And it’s going to be totally fine! He’s going to tell me that he’s Adrien Agreste, and I will act very surprised. And I will be very supportive. I will reassure him that I will keep his identity a secret, no matter what. He’s going to be safe. Everything is going to be fine. Adrien is going to be fine. Sooo fine. Adrien is sooo fine. Wait, no, that’s not what I—

Sooner than she would’ve hoped, the two of them arrived at their destination a few blocks away. Chat stopped on the rooftop of a building facing a park, deeming it tall enough (and private enough) to converse at. 

Chat set Marinette down, but as her feet touched the ground, she heard a loud, rumbling sound emerge from Chat’s torso. 

He chuckled awkwardly, but brushed it off as he took a seat. She joined him in sitting down, when his stomach grumbled again even louder. 

Her head swiveled around to meet his gaze. “Minou, I have to ask. Are you hungry?”

Chat blurted, “Yes. I mean, no! Well, I mean, sort of… ” He winced in embarrassment, then confessed sheepishly, “Actually, I haven’t eaten yet today. I’ve been pretty… preoccupied with something. But it’s okay, I can eat after this.”

Marinette shook her head adamantly. “No way! You shouldn’t have to go hungry when we’re surrounded by a bunch of amazing cafés and restaurants! Let’s just get something to eat real quick, I’m not in any hurry. How about you? Any plans that you need to rush for?”

“Well, no…” 

“Are you wearing a zip-up hoodie under your suit?”

“Y-yeah…” 

“Good. I’ve got some emergency sunglasses and a mask in my purse that you can wear. Always be prepared, I always say!”

“‘Always be prepared?’ What are you, a girl scout?” Chat said, suddenly flooded with a sense of déjà vu.

Marinette let out a nervous laugh, feeling the same way, then replied, “Never mind that, let’s just go somewhere and eat.”

Chat Noir knew better than to argue with Marinette once she’d made up her mind. He picked her back up, then climbed down the side of the building that he thought would attract the least amount of attention from any passers-by. 

After finding an appropriate hiding spot to detransform, Marinette handed Chat the accessories and turned around, closing her eyes to give him privacy. After detransforming, he pulled the hood over his head, then put on the sunglasses and face mask. Now ready, the two embarked on their new side quest of finding some lunch.

After a cozy meal at an outdoor café, Marinette spotted none other than the cart of André the glacier . Thrilled with this lucky happenstance, she took Chat’s hand and practically dragged him to it, saying that it had been “for EVER” since she’d had any of André’s ice cream. He shrugged and relented, letting himself be dragged to the cart. Marinette insisted on paying since Chat had paid for their lunches while she wasn’t paying attention, all the while denying any romantic involvement to a skeptical André.

Once they had purchased their ice cream, the two headed back to the hiding spot from before. Marinette held onto the ice cream while Chat lifted them both up to the rooftop again with his staff, and then they found a spot to sit and converse while they ate.

Back on the roof, the conversation was… awkward, to say the least. Small talk at best. Neither could think of anything to say, so it was mostly silent. They licked away at their spoons, opting to people-watch from the rooftop as they ate.

Chat looked over at Marinette, the sunlight making the blues in her beautiful raven hair stand out more than usual. Her nose was a little pink from the cold, but she didn’t seem to mind. He watched her tongue flick in and out as she ate her dessert, following it as it licked the corner of her lips to lap up some wayward cream. 

Why did he suddenly feel so warm?

He tore his eyes away, realizing he’d been staring. His mind and his heart still swirled in an ocean of confusion and dismay, as he found himself torn between the two most important women in his life. 

His Lady would always hold his heart in the palm of her hand, of course. He had always been naturally drawn to her since the start. No matter how hard he’d tried back when they were enemies, he couldn’t help but gravitate towards her; to try to learn more about her, try to spend time with her, to crack jokes on the off-chance that he’d get to hear her laughter that day. 

And then somehow, miraculously, they fell in love. And how wouldn’t he fall for her? She was incredible. Being with her made him happier than he’d ever thought possible. 

However, in spite of everything, he couldn’t deny the presence of… something , with Marinette. A flicker that had grown into a flame. One that he’d tried to extinguish time and time again. There was an attraction, one that confounded him more than he cared to admit or even acknowledge. Especially after…

After that kiss.

He looked over at Marinette again as she licked a drop of ice cream that trickled down her hand, making an acute realization about where else her tongue had been the day before. He whipped his head away again, blushing hotly. 

He recalled the video from the Dark Cupid akuma attack the day before, the one Alya took with the tiny camera that had been mounted on her glasses. He bit his lip and suppressed a groan as he recalled the way he saw himself kissing Marinette as Adrien. Hungrily. Ravenously. Had that been his subconscious emerging, acting on these hidden, forbidden feelings? Feelings he���d been unknowingly suppressing because of his loyalty to Ladybug? 

Well… maybe not unknowingly suppressing. He’d always known Marinette was cute… More than cute, in fact; Marinette was beautiful. And he was most certainly aware of this, especially now, after having spent so much time together these past few months. 

Having spent a large part of his childhood and adolescence as a model meant that Adrien had spent a lot of time around good-looking people; physical beauty was not something he was unaccustomed to. But there was something different, something innately special about both Ladybug and Marinette. Something so unique that, if he didn’t know better, he could swear they were one and the same. A beauty so thorough and pure, it permeated from the inside, encapsulated everything that they stood for and believed, and it shone.

But he knew it was impossible. To even consider or fantasize about it would be selfish, and unfair to them both. 

His musings were interrupted by Marinette’s musical giggling at the silly antics of some pedestrians below on the street. Apparently some pigeons had stolen Officer Raincomprix’s hat and he was chasing them around with a megaphone threatening to arrest them, with little Auguste (who was now a kindergartener) pointing and cackling mischievously. 

“Funny how some things never change, huh?” Marinette remarked, snapping the emptied champagne glass-shaped sugar cone in half so they could share. 

Chat agreed with a hum, eating his half of the edible cup with a chomp. He wiped off some excess bits of ice cream that had dripped onto his chin with a napkin, which he then stuck in his pocket to throw away later. 

Moments later, Marinette scooted a bit closer, then cleared her throat. “So, um… I wanted to talk to you about something.”

Chat could swear he felt his heart seize up, lightning shooting through his veins as the nervousness he’d had all day came back full force; the anxiety that had kept him from eating breakfast twisting his stomach into knots. He now regretted having eaten all that ice cream, as he suddenly felt rather queasy, and he could feel his hands getting clammy under his suit. 

“O-oh yeah? Actually, I had something I wanted to talk to you about too,” he replied. 

“R-really??” Marinette replied. “Oh!! Please, you go ahead! You go first!!” she added quickly.

“Huh? Are you sure?”

“Yeah, totally! Please, go right ahead,” she said, her voice carrying a slight undertone of relief.

He held in a large sigh, unsure of how this conversation would go, the knots in his stomach multiplying tenfold. 

“Well, okay,” he began. “It’s about last week…” 

~~Elsewhere~~

 Lila Rossi lay on her bed, idly scrolling down various social media platforms, scowling at photos of smiling people and downvoting videos that she deemed too boring to hold her interest. With a frustrated sigh, she tossed her phone on the mattress and stood up to open her window and get some fresh air into the bedroom. She looked outside, still surly from the previous day’s events, placing her hands under her chin as she sulked. 

A few seconds later she did a double take, thinking that she saw someone on a rooftop a few buildings away. She squinted and stared.

What in the world…?

She darted to her nightstand to fetch her retractable spyglass, which she used for her daily… observations of the outside world, then looked again. 

No. It couldn’t be.

Marinette??

It sure looked like her, although she couldn’t be sure. Why would Marinette be on a roof? And she wasn’t alone. Was that…?

Peering through the spyglass and adjusting the lens, she confirmed her suspicions: it was Marinette with none other than superhero Chat Noir, sharing an ice cream cone, of all things. 

She watched them for a few tense minutes, as they moved on from eating ice cream to just talking. They were facing the opposite direction so she couldn’t see their faces well, but everything was made clear when they entered into a loving embrace.

Lila’s fists gripped her spyglass and her lips curled, a low growl escaping her throat as she glared through the glass. That dirty, two-timing hussy! How dare she play with both her and Adrien’s feelings, screwing around with Chat Noir all along?! 

Marinette, Marinette, it was always all about that damn Marinette!

As she screeched at the sight of Chat Noir giving that girl a kiss on the hand, she didn’t notice the blackened butterfly that slipped in through her open window. 

~~Back at the Rooftop~~

 “—which is why I’d rather wait a little longer. I hope that makes sense. Is that okay with you?” Chat added meekly. 

Still inwardly reeling, Marinette stammered, waving her hands wildly, “N-no, that’s fine! I understand. It is your secret identity, after all. If you’d rather wait, it’s perfectly fine with me!” She forced a wide grin, despite her inner desire to scream and cry in frustration.

Chat let out a relieved sigh. “You’re the best, Mari. I truly don’t know what I’d do without you. I thought you might be mad or upset, especially after I’d already offered to tell you.”

“Of course not!” she said with an almost excessive forced cheerfulness. “We’ll always be the best of pals no matter what!”

Chat let out a small laugh. “Thank you for always being so understanding. And I don’t want you to think that I don’t trust you, because it’s actually the opposite. It’s just… some stuff happened lately and I need more time to process it all. I’m just so–” he let out a distressed groan, “–I’m so confused right now. And I’m afraid I’ll end up hurting people’s feelings if the timing isn’t right.”

Marinette’s expression softened, and she held in a sigh as she reached for him and brought him into a tight hug. “You don’t have to explain, Minou,” Marinette said softly, rubbing his back. “I’ll be here whenever you’re ready.”

Chat squeezed back and laid his head on her shoulder. “Maybe once things calm down a bit… I don’t know. I just don’t want things to change between us, or for you to treat me differently if you know who I am. I don’t want my secret to harm our relationship.”

“It wouldn’t!” she insisted. “Don’t worry.”

Chat didn’t reply, but he didn’t seem convinced.

The two separated, but not quite letting go of each other. 

“Anyway, I’ve talked enough. It’s your turn. What did you want to talk to me about?” he asked.

Marinette stiffened, then stammered, “Umm! Uhhh, it’s nothing! F-forget about it.”

Chat looked confused. “Huh? Are you sure? It sounded pretty urgent.”

“Y-yeah, it-it’s not important.”

“Come on, Mari, I know you better than that,” he coaxed. “Tell me what’s on your mind.”

She glanced up at him through her lashes, the young man looking unfairly gorgeous considering all the grief he’d unknowingly put her through during this entire conversation.

With a small smile, she replied, “It really doesn’t matter now. It can wait until later, too.”

Despite his puzzlement, Chat didn’t press the issue. He picked up her hand and gave it a small peck, then said softly, “Don’t forget, I’m always here for you, too.”

Marinette did her best to chase away the butterflies in her stomach, trying to keep herself from getting flustered enough to visibly blush. “I know you are.” 

Before either of them could say more, the entire sky suddenly went dark.

Marinette gasped and Chat instinctively wrapped his arm around her to prevent her from falling off the roof in the darkness. His glowing eyes surveyed their surroundings, tail swishing in alert.

“What’s going on?” she muttered indistinctly.

  (Mood Music: "Masquerade Suite" - Aram Khachaturian)

 Almost as if to answer her question, a blindingly white spotlight appeared from the sky, illuminating an open plaza with a raised platform that resembled a stage. At its center, a young woman in a flamboyant magician’s outfit with orange and white accents appeared in a puff of smoke, posing dramatically. 

Crowds began to gather around this spectacle, murmuring among themselves as invisible trumpets played victoriously.

“Ladies and gentlemen, children of all ages, step right up!” the performer declared. “May I have your attention, please? I have a momentous announcement to make! The true protagonist of the city of love has finally come to grace your boring, humdrum lives! Allow me to introduce myself!”

A drumroll sound emerged from the odd machine where the spotlight originated. It looked like a giant fox head with speakers where the ears would be and lights coming from its eyes. 

“I am Prima Donna! The world’s most beautiful and powerful magician!”

Raucous applause emerged from the fox-head machine, along with dramatic fog and colorful lights, and calliope music so loud it could be heard from miles away. The people below murmured and some clapped hesitantly along. 

“But don’t take my word for it. Allow me to demonstrate!” Prima Donna added, extending her arm towards the heavens. “An unprecedented asteroid is on its way to earth, and Paris is directly in its path. The entire country will be destroyed, and possibly all of Europe.”

The multitude murmured skeptically, some bringing out their phones to check the news. 

“Don’t believe me? I’ll show it to you,” she added, retrieving a spyglass that hung from a holster at her hip. She extended it to its full length and swished it like a magic wand, pointing it at the sky. The dark clouds parted to show a giant meteor about to break through the atmosphere. 

Crowds began to panic, shouting amongst themselves, pushing each other to get out of the way. 

Chat gasped, squeezing Marinette’s shoulder involuntarily. “Mari!” he shouted, “Is this really happening?! I-I don’t know if Cataclysm is strong enough to stop this thing!” 

Marinette stood up, and he stood alongside her. “You need to go!”

“What about you? I can’t just leave you!” He looked at her helplessly. 

“Just set me down on the street, I’ll run home as fast as I can.”

“But—“

“Saving Paris always comes first,” she interrupted. “I’ll be fine. I promise.”

Chat bit down on his lip, then with a small nod, reluctantly agreed. He jumped down with Marinette in his arms, then set her down so she could run away. 

Not that any of that mattered if he couldn’t stop a literal asteroid from hitting the Earth. 

He vaulted to the top of a nearby building with his staff, head whipping back and forth to see if Ladybug was nearby. She landed next to him a moment later, tapping him on the shoulder to beckon him to follow, and the two ran across several rooftops towards the stage a few blocks away. They stopped at the edge of the building in front of it. 

“Plan??” Chat asked her desperately. 

Ladybug bit her lip, uncertain. Her eyes darted around, looking for anything she could use, anything at all. There was nothing. 

“Lucky Ch-“ she began to call.

“OH!!” the mystery woman interrupted, voice amplified by the floating speakers. “But what manner of magician would I be if I didn’t demonstrate my power for you all? After this magnificent feat, you will all be singing my praises for eons to come! Behold, the incredible Prima Donna’s magical prowess! Vixie, I’m ready for my close-up!”

With that, Prima Donna flew into the sky, higher and higher until she was almost a speck. The mechanical fox assistant, “Vixie”, showed footage of Prima Donna onto a giant projection in the sky, and onto all televisions, tablets, phones, and any other screens in the city so all could witness what was about to occur. 

The lady magician did a flamboyant twirl of her wand, then extended it towards the asteroid. She held the heroic pose and waited for the giant rock, and once the two collided, the heavenly body exploded into a thousand pieces. Before they could hurl towards the earth, however, Prima Donna spun her wand around in a circle shape, until the wind around it formed a funnel. All the pieces and debris collected neatly into a tornado, which she struck again with her wand, and the entire conglomerated mass was thrown out into space. 

Upon seeing this, the crowds began to cheer and clap, hopping up and down in glee, giving each other relieved hugs. Some began to chant, “PRIMA DONNA! PRIMA DONNA!” 

Chat Noir and Ladybug let out their own furtive sighs of relief, then looked at each other in puzzlement. 

“Did that really just happen?” she asked indistinctly, noting how… enthusiastic many of the crowd members were behaving. 

“Who is she? Could it be a new miraculous holder?” Chat wondered. 

Ladybug crossed her arms. “None of the descriptions of the miraculouses in the Grimoire fit her abilities. At least, none of the ones we know about. And she’s definitely not as… discreet as a miraculous holder is supposed to be.”

“Akuma?” he asked. 

Ladybug shrugged. “Maybe. She’s very theatrical though; usually akumas have a very specific purpose. Plus there’s that weird fox… robot-thing. Her sentimonster, maybe? We should go talk to her and see what she wants. But let’s be careful.”

Chat Noir nodded, then the two cautiously approached the stage. 

Prima Donna noticed them as she descended, her face becoming bright and cheerful. “Ah, how wonderful! Ladybug and Chat Noir have come to thank me in person and welcome me to Paris! Isn’t that right?” She looked at them expectantly.

Ladybug and Chat Noir looked at each other, unsure of how to proceed. 

Before they could come up with a reply, Prima Donna filled the silence on their behalf. “I’m sure they’ll have lots of confidential information to tell me too, since they’ve asked me to come to Paris to be their new crime-fighting partner. Now that I’m here, this so-called ‘Shadowmoth’ stands no chance, as you can clearly see!” she said as she extended her hand towards where the asteroid had been. “But while we’re away, why don’t we bring out our special guest to entertain you!” 

With a wave of her wand, a colorful explosion detonated behind her. As it cleared, a familiar shock of purple and black locks and tailored expensive suit became visible as the smoke cleared, and the crowds gasped in excitement.

“Is that Jagged Stone?!”

“Oh my gosh! It’s Jagged!!”

“Jagged Stone’s gonna perform!”

A dramatic strum from the famed musician’s electric guitar ignited the masses. They erupted into applause and cheering as an elaborate setup became visible beneath the rainbow-colored smoke. A few more well-timed explosions of confetti and fireworks from Vixie marked the start of this impromptu concert, and the crowd went feral. 

Ladybug, Chat Noir, and Prima Donna withdrew to the rooftops, away from reporters and curious onlookers.

“So, Prima Donna …” Ladybug began. “What’s your deal? Who are you? Where did you come from? What do you want?”

“Ladybug,” Chat admonished gently. He understood her mistrust, since she’d been in charge of the city’s safety practically single-handedly for years. But given his own past, Chat Noir wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth, mysterious origins notwithstanding. 

The newcomer ran her fingers across her magic wand with a coquettish sashay of her hips. “What, you think you’re the only ones in the world who want to protect people simply out of the goodness of your hearts? Do you really have that little hope in humanity?”

“My mother always taught me to always be wary of strangers,” Ladybug retorted. She crossed her arms, lips quirking into a suspicious frown. 

“Do you go to work or school as ‘Ladybug’, or do you have a secret identity?” Prima Donna sassed back.

Chat Noir fiddled with his tail nervously, looking back and forth between the two women with bated breath. 

Prima Donna’s grin widened. “Actually, Ladybug, you are correct about one thing. Allow me to explain. I will defeat Shadowmoth for you... but I won’t be doing it for free. You see, fighting crime is hard work, and hard work requires proper recompense. It’s as simple as that.”

Ladybug quirked an eyebrow. “Hold up. Before we start talking about any hypothetical ‘payments’… How will you defeat Shadowmoth? You don’t even know where he is. He’s been at large for years and no one’s been able to stop him yet; not the authorities nor us.”

“Did my demonstration not impress you enough? I’d like to see you save the earth from an asteroid,” the magician remarked. 

Ladybug frowned, unsure of how to respond. She still found that so-called “display of power” extremely suspicious. 

“Why don’t we just hear her out, Bugaboo?” Chat suggested. 

Ladybug hesitated, but relented, “Okay, I’ll bite. What kind of reward are we talking about here?”

Prima Donna grinned broadly. “For performing this magnanimous feat, I expect to be rewarded handsomely. And I really do mean ‘handsomely’.” 

She paused dramatically. Ladybug and Chat Noir raised their brows in question. 

“Adrien Agreste shall become my boyfriend.”

It was hard to tell which of the two heroes broke down into laughter first. 

“Him?? Why?!” Chat sputtered out in between snorts. 

“You know you can’t just force your celebrity crush to love you, right?” Ladybug replied with amusement, attempting (in vain) to hide her smile. 

“But we do love each other! In fact, Adrien and I shared a kiss yesterday at school! Or rather—” her voice soured, her dreamy tone turning bitter, “—we sorta did, except a certain jealous busybody got in the way.”

The memory of the previous day jolted Ladybug and Chat Noir back to their current situation full force, and their tone became serious again. 

“Li— Prima Donna…” Ladybug pinched the bridge of her nose. “I’m afraid we can’t just ‘reward’ you with a human being. Especially when we don’t know if he’d even be interested in becoming your boyfriend.”

“Oh, but I just know Adrien would love to be my boyfriend once he knows how powerful and important I’ve become. I can give him anything he could ever want. He could do anything and go anywhere, anytime he wants if he’s with me. And this time, no one will interfere.”

“And if he says no?” Chat Noir chimed in. 

Prima Donna threw him an icy glare. “He won’t.”

Ladybug felt a trickle of ice flow down her spine at the girl’s murderous tone, and she had to stop herself from giving her partner a reassuring shoulder squeeze. 

“You still have yet to prove that you can defeat Shadowmoth, anyway,” she replied. “And I’m not about to make a decision on behalf of someone who isn’t present. No deal.”

The magician gave her a poisonous glare. “You can’t stop true love,” she sneered. 

“This isn’t true love,” Chat insisted. 

Prima Donna’s hands curled into fists and she gritted her teeth. “We’ll see about that.”

With that, she leaped away. 

Ladybug and Chat Noir threw each other a puzzled glance, then chased after her. As they left, the spontaneous Jagged Stone mini-concert wrapped up as suddenly as it had begun, in a big puff of colorful smoke.

As the two heroes continued their pursuit, it became apparent that Prima Donna and Vixie were headed towards the Agreste mansion. 

Upon arriving, the magician swung her wand at the windows that led to Adrien Agreste’s mansion bedroom, shattering them easily. Vixie shone a giant spotlight into the room, searching every corner. 

Anger mounting, Prima Donna sprinted deeper into the mansion, searching all the halls and corridors, dining areas and living rooms, until there was no further doubt that Adrien wasn’t there. She let out a scream of frustration, stomping her foot and leaving a small crater on the tiled floor. 

To Ladybug and Chat, who had followed throughout her search, it had become clear from her erratic behavior and volatile temper that Prima Donna was indeed an akuma. She circled back to Adrien’s room, with a last-ditch hope that maybe there was a spot she’d missed while searching.

Ladybug tentatively addressed her, “See? He’s not even here. What’s the point? Just hand over the akuma and this can be all over. You’re outnumbered anyway,” she added, pointing at herself and Chat Noir. 

At that, Prima Donna extended her spyglass-wand and conjured another large puff of smoke. Ladybug and Chat twirled their weapons around to fan away the smoke; but when it cleared, there were two Prima Donnas. 

“Outnumbered, you say?” both of them said. “Just try and get your stupid akuma.” 

Chat Noir and Ladybug gaped in confusion as the two identical magicians leaped out of the broken window in opposite directions. 

The heroes split up and pursued them, racing after them on the rooftops. Ladybug threw one last glance at Chat before he disappeared from her sight. 

Prima Donna could fly, but Ladybug managed to keep up with her; but just barely. There were a few times when Prima Donna appeared to slow down, only to speed up again when Ladybug got near. 

The chase lasted several long minutes, until they approached the city’s outer boundaries and Prima Donna stopped in the middle of a bridge. 

Ladybug practically tripped over her feet from the abrupt halt, and she panted as she brought her yo-yo back out. Her lungs burned from the exertion, but she kept her face impassive. 

“Now that your pet cat isn’t with you, you and I can make a deal,” the akumatized girl said. 

Ladybug sighed. “Let me guess. You want me to hand over my miraculous,” she quipped, voice full of sarcasm. 

“Smart girl,” the magician replied. “Surely you’re smart enough to know that there will be consequences if you refuse.”

“Is that so?” asked a dubious Ladybug. 

Prima Donna sneered. “While you were busy chasing me, my assistant Vixie was out and about, working very hard throughout Paris. She’s brought me a present, you see.”

Vixie appeared from behind a large pillar, and Ladybug brought her hand to her mouth as she gasped.

It was Adrien, trapped inside a cage that hung below Vixie. 

“Ladybug! Help!” Adrien called. 

“What?! How did you—?“ Ladybug stammered. “But he was—”

“If you don’t give me your miraculous-” Prima Donna interrupted, “-something rather unfortunate might befall him. Like, say…  an actual fall into the Seine river,” she added as she pointed to the water. 

“Why would you do that?! I thought you cared about him!” Ladybug exclaimed in puzzlement. “Now you want to kill him??”

“Oh, I won’t have to. I can still get both of the things I want, because I just know that our heroic Ladybug just wouldn’t dare let an innocent person die. That’s how much faith I have in you. I really am a big fan of yours.”

Prima Donna approached Vixie, who hovered over the edge of the bridge, pointing her wand at the chain that held up the cage. 

“You wouldn’t wanna prove me wrong, would you? I think Paris would be really upset if their beloved Adrien Agreste were to die when you could’ve prevented it.”

Ladybug hesitated, unsure of what to do, eyes darting around for anything that she could use to her advantage.

“And if you’re thinking about letting him fall into the water and getting him out of the cage after, don’t bother,” the girl added. “The metal is indestructible and only I have the key to open the lock. If he even survives the fall, that is, since we’re a few stories above the water. But… I wouldn’t hold my breath.” 

At this, Vixie played a rimshot over its speakers.

“Please, don’t kill me!” Adrien begged Prima Donna, then turned to address the heroine, voice shaky. “Ladybug, please! I don’t wanna die!”

“Everything is gonna be fine, Adrien,” Ladybug reassured him. 

“Tick-tock, time’s ticking!” Prima Donna said as a digital timer appeared on Vixie’s eyes, counting down from fifteen seconds.

Ladybug cursed under her breath. She gripped her yo-yo almost painfully, biting her lip as she tried to come up with an idea. But nothing was coming to mind. She thumbed one of her earlobes as the countdown almost reached zero, not wanting to resign herself to the fact that she was out of time, and out of options.

But Prima Donna was right; she couldn’t let Adrien die. 

“Alright, alright! Fine, I’ll do it!” she yelled. “I’ll give you my miraculous. Just let him go.”

Prima Donna grinned smugly, walking towards Ladybug with her hand open to accept the earrings. “Good choice.”

Ladybug lifted her hand up to her ear, twisting the back of her earring to remove it.

“Oh, thank you, Ladybug!” the young man cried off to the side with a huge smile on his face. “I just know my father will give you a reward once he finds out that you rescued me!”

Ladybug halted her movements as her eyes popped wide open in shock. The real Adrien would never say such a thing. 

But Lila wouldn’t know that. 

“What did you say?” Ladybug gaped at him.

“Adrien” kept smiling that perfect magazine smile as he answered, “My father will be so grateful when he hears that you saved my life. He’ll give you anything you ask, I’m sure of it!”

Ladybug took a leap back, then lobbed her yo-yo between the cage’s bars at his head. 

The yo-yo went through the doppelgänger’s face, and both he and the metal cage vanished in a puff of smoke. 

Prima Donna stomped her foot and screamed in rage. “You stupid pest!! How did you know it wasn’t him?!”

Ladybug put her hand on her hip. “Looks like you don’t know Adrien as well as you think you do.”

Prima Donna let out a growl and lunged at Ladybug with a frenzied punch, which she managed to dodge. She followed up with a swing of her wand, then a kick, as Vixie shot out fiery lasers from its eyes. 

The villain delivered a quick succession of strikes in conjunction with Vixie’s arsenal of hidden weapons. Ladybug miscalculated while trying to block, and Prima Donna managed to trip her face-first. Vixie launched itself at her and plopped down onto Ladybug’s back to keep her from getting up. Several mechanical arms emerged from various almost invisible metal openings to hold Ladybug in place, and they lifted her up off the ground for Prima Donna to inspect. 

Ladybug grunted and struggled to break free, but Vixie’s metal arms were too strong. As Prima Donna approached, Ladybug tried to strike her with her head, but another of Vixie’s metal arms wrapped itself around it, holding it still. 

A scream of frustration made its way out of Ladybug’s throat as she struggled uselessly while Prima Donna reached towards the first earring. 

“I bet Shadowmoth will reward me for bringing you to him as well. I’m sure he’d have a lot to say to you for brainwashing Chat Noir and making him join you. I wonder if he’d let you live after all that,” she mused aloud. 

Ladybug’s face remained stoic despite the unbearable tightness in her chest. She would never give Lila the satisfaction of seeing her cower or weaken at her words. 

Prima Donna began to pull the back of the earring and Ladybug squeezed her eyes shut, letting out one last desperate yell.

“STOP!!!”

Ladybug didn’t see most of what happened next. 

A heavy-sounding blow knocked Prima Donna away and she let out a grunt as she fell towards the Seine, landing with a splash. A shout of “Cataclysm!” followed by a well-placed strike at Vixie caused the metal arms to release Ladybug. Vixie fell towards the bridge, writhing wildly and making a loud metallic grinding sound. 

The heroine opened her eyes as she, too, hurtled downwards, only to find herself falling into her partner’s arms. He scooped her up and led them back onto solid land with his staff, landing gracefully along the walkway. 

Vixie’s enormous machine body crashed through the bridge, the middle collapsing from the substantial impact. The large sentimonster became submerged and was crushed under the debris that followed, and the mass plunged to the bottom of the river. 

Once they were safe, Ladybug couldn’t help herself; she threw her arms around Chat Noir and let out a choked whimper.

“Chat! I can’t believe it… Thank you,” she whispered, relief pouring out of her being. “I’m so glad you’re okay. What happened?”

Chad cradled the back of her head and held her shaking body close. “I was chasing the other copy and I managed to hit her with my staff; but when it hit, she turned into a bunch of smoke. I realized she was a fake, so I used my communicator’s GPS to find you. Looks like I got here just in time.” 

Ladybug smiled and let out a weak laugh. “You sure did. I owe you one. Again.”

The pair whipped their heads around and came apart as they heard Prima Donna approach them, dripping onto the concrete and looking absolutely livid. 

“You’ll pay for that!” she bellowed, gripping her wand as she went back into a fighting stance. 

Chat attempted to be diplomatic, hoping that Prima Donna might be more willing to listen now that she'd lost Vixie, her main tool. “Miss Prima Donna, why don’t we have a talk? We want to help you.”

“Like hell you do!” the girl seethed. “You don’t give a damn about me! You just want to be the only heroes in Paris and get accolades from your hordes of fans without having to share. You have no idea what it’s like to be a normal person, you two don’t have to do anything to get praise! All you have to do is exist and everyone throws themselves at you! Just like her!! Always needing to be the center of attention, everyone always fawning at her goddamn feet!”

Something seemed to occur to Prima Donna as soon as she said this. After a last scowl at the heroes, she threw a heavy smoke grenade that covered the entire block and made her escape. 

The pair coughed as they dispersed the dense smoke with their respective weapons. 

Chat scrunched his face in puzzlement. “‘Her?’ Who could she be talking ab-“ he stopped and his face paled as he made a realization. “No…” he said under his breath. “She wouldn’t…”

He leaped away without saying another word. 

Ladybug followed, but as they landed on the nearest rooftop, Prima Donna was nowhere to be seen. 

Chat darted off, seeming to know exactly where he was headed. 

Ladybug frowned. Could it be…? 

A short while later, they stood a few buildings away from the Tom & Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie. 

…Where they got a clear view of Prima Donna kicking down the residential front door. 

Chat gasped in horror and jumped down, sprinting towards the building. Ladybug followed. While Chat rushed up towards the topmost bedroom of the house, Ladybug quickly checked the rest of the house on the way up, just in case Prima Donna had left behind any unexpected traps. 

She made her way to her own bedroom, head swimming with possibilities. But nothing could have prepared her for what she saw next. 

Chat stood a short distance away, skin pale and looking like he’d seen a ghost. 

Ladybug turned around. 

On the opposite side of the room, Prima Donna stood, holding someone by the hair. At her feet, dressed in a proper magician’s assistant outfit complete with a rabbit-eared headband and bound in bright pink ribbons, was none other than Marinette Dupain-Cheng. 

  (Mood Music: "Gretchen am Spinnrade, D. 118" - Franz Schubert, performed by Camille Thomas)

 Ladybug gaped.  Oh, hell, she groaned internally. 

“Chat Noir!” cried ‘Marinette’, sounding utterly alien to Ladybug's own ears. The look-alike hissed in pain as Prima Donna yanked sharply on her hair. 

Chat seemed to come to his senses at her pained voice. “Let her go!” he demanded. 

Prima Donna sneered at them, placing her magic wand under the girl’s chin, the latter letting out a small whimper. 

“I believe you’re acquainted with my new assistant. She’s going to help me with my next magic trick of getting your miraculouses.”

Ladybug took a step forward. “It’s not Marinette. She’s an illusion. Prima Donna almost tricked me with one earlier.”

“What?? How do you know this one’s an illusion too?” Chat Noir asked. 

“I just do,” she replied. “Try asking her a question only the real Marinette would know the answer to.”

Prima Donna frowned at them as Chat Noir considered her words.

“Okay… What were you doing earlier, before Prima Donna showed up?”

Marinette’s eyes turned pleading, and she answered, “I was… eating ice cream… with you… ”

Chat gasped and Ladybug’s jaw dropped in shock. 

“She’s right! It’s really her!” he said, horrified. 

“NO!! I know she’s not the real Marinette!” Ladybug insisted. “Ask her something else!”

Prima Donna glared at her. “No more questions!” she barked, waving her wand and pointing it at Marinette’s mouth, and her lips turned into a zipper that slid itself shut. The girl tried to cry out in distress, which only served to agitate Chat Noir even more. 

“Leave her alone!!”

“Just for that, I’m changing the terms of our deal,” she added, then hefted Marinette over her shoulder and exited through the balcony door. 

“STOP!!” Chat yelled as he chased after her. 

Ladybug groaned loudly in exasperation as she followed them. The sight of herself being used as bait made her feel sick to her stomach.

Prima Donna made her way to the Eiffel Tower, and once Chat Noir and Ladybug caught up, she proceeded to dangle “Marinette” from the very top, holding on to the ribbons with one hand. 

“Please!!” Chat Noir cried. “Don’t hurt her! She’s just an innocent civilian!” 

“Innocent?? As if!!” the magician scoffed. “If only you knew the truth. She’s a cheater and a liar! She’s just using you, just like she does with everyone else! But now she’s gonna make herself actually useful as my assistant, by helping me with my next magic trick.”

The two waited in silence as Prima Donna paused dramatically. 

“Not only will you give me your miraculouses; you will also bring me Adrien Agreste. Then, and only then, will I release her. Simple as that.”

“Just what is your obsession with Adrien?!” Ladybug snarled. 

“And why are you trying to keep him away from me?!” Prima Donna countered. “ You’re the true villains, trying to stop true love! You don’t deserve your miraculouses!”

Ladybug looked over at Chat, his eyes full of fear, weighing his options, trying desperately to figure out what to do. 

Prima Donna’s grip on the ribbon changed, shifting her grip from holding it with all five fingers to only four. 

“Oh… by the way, there’s a time limit again. Better tell me your answer before I let go!”

“Marinette” fearfully let out some muffled screams and desperately squirmed as she dangled from the ribbon. 

“Mari, no!! Hold still, you might fall!!”

Ladybug furrowed her brows, then called, “Lucky Charm!”

A drinking straw. 

Great .

Prima Donna glowered at her. “Just for that—“ she said, letting go of two more fingers until only one remained. “Marinette” cried in terror as her watery eyes met Chat Noir’s, silently pleading for him to save her. 

“WAIT!!” he yelled, reaching for his ring, and with a shaky hand, began to twist it off. 

Eyes widening in horror, Ladybug reached over and grabbed his hand, halting his movements. “Chat, no!!”

Chat’s terrified eyes became misty, and they wordlessly implored her to let him save Marinette. 

An idea formed in Ladybug’s head. 

She shook her head, then whispered to him, pouring her soul into each word, “Trust me.”

He was close to hyperventilating and at the verge of tears, but to Ladybug’s surprise, he stopped. 

She whispered into his ear, “Hand me the napkin in your pocket. Then put your hands behind your back and make a small Black Hole appear behind Marinette.”

Chat Noir looked at her in what could only be utter bewilderment. He squeezed his eyes shut as he let out a shaky sigh, then opened them again as he gave her a tiny nod. He reached into his pocket, finding the napkin from earlier that he’d forgotten all about, then covertly handed it to her. 

“Okay Prima Donna, you win,” said Ladybug, making a show of wiping fake tears with the napkin.

As she did that, Chat put his hands behind his back,  almost inaudibly muttering, “Black Hole.” The magical hole materialized behind him, smaller than he usually made them, and its matching passage appeared behind “Marinette” without Prima Donna noticing. 

Ladybug tore off a small piece of the napkin and chewed on it, then quickly bent down as she put the straw in her mouth. She blew hard into the Black Hole behind Chat’s back—

—then to Prima Donna’s horror, the spitball went through the fake Marinette’s body and she disappeared in a puff of smoke. 

Chat’s entire form exuded relief, quickly followed by rage. He clenched his fists and lunged at Prima Donna while she was distracted, managing to knock her down. Ladybug used her yo-yo to snatch away the magic wand, then broke it into two. She purified the freed corrupted butterfly, then used her Miraculous Cure to set everything back to normal. 

Darting towards the edge of the tower, Chat quickly said, “I have to go.”

“Wait!” Ladybug called after him, having an inkling of what his next destination would be. “Uh… you’re about to transform back! You should recharge before you start hopping around on rooftops. I-it’s dangerous!”

Chat clenched his jaw, but nodded, then took off. 

Ladybug gave Lila a glare as the latter looked around in confusion, then swiftly picked her up and transported her from the top of the Eiffel Tower onto the sidewalk. 

Without a word, she sprinted away, rushing home before Chat could get there first. After what had just occurred, he might freak out if Marinette wasn’t there. 

Peeking in through the balcony door, she was relieved to see Chat hadn’t arrived yet. She dropped her transformation and nervously paced across the room, knowing that Chat would arrive soon. 

Not bothering (or remembering?) to knock, Chat burst into the room. He lifted his head to search, and found Marinette at the far end by one of the windows. Dropping down to the wooden floor, he rushed to her side and took her into his arms, choking back a sob. 

“Chat!” Marinette gasped, wrapping her arms around him. “A-are you okay? What happened?”

Chat inhaled sharply as he clutched her even harder, so firmly that it almost hurt, almost like she would disappear if he were to let go. “I’m fine, I was just… so scared, “he shuddered, unable to hold back tears any longer. “I was really, really scared.”

Marinette cradled the back of his head as he cried, shocked at the amount of fear he’d been hiding from Ladybug. The love in her heart swelled as she realized the incredible amount of trust he’d put in her in spite of everything. 

“Everything’s okay,” she reassured him. “It’s safe now.”

Upon saying this, however, she saw it: a black butterfly fluttering into the room through the opened balcony trapdoor.

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Sorry for the cliffhanger!!! The chapter was already getting super long 😫

In the meantime, here's some beautiful concept art of Prima Donna by @ballerinacorgi​ !!

#Discordant Sonata #fanfiction #enemies AU #miraculous ladybug #Ladynoir #art by others #ML AU #aged up #Eden writes

[ponysongbracket]

#memes #This Day Aria #The Dazzlings #Discord (Remix) #The Living Tombstone #mlp music #brony music #Aria Blaze #Sonata Dusk

[jitterbugjive]

Oh since I revealed more about Sonata I can post this Sonata concept art of if she got to grow to adult size. I'm not sure if it would have ever really happened but it's still an interesting idea. She'd still be quite dainty as an adult.

#sonata #moonlight sonata #discord whooves #discorded whooves #au #alternate universe #drawing #concept art

[new-kit-on-the-block]

Villains in MLP that were allowed to continue their lives after their actions:

An egomaniacal magician who attacked a village because the ponies in it made fun of her

A cult leader who tried to travel back in time and change the course of history so nopony could stop her from running her cult

A god of chaos who tried to take over Equestria

A vengeful pony who stole the element of magic and tried to take over both the human world and Equestria

Three sirens that tried to take over both the human world and Equestria

Villains in MLP that were apparently irredeemable and had to be sent to hell and then turned to stone:

A child that tried to take over the world, whose only role model was Tirek

Tirek

#I love all of them #I just had to point this out #trixie lulamoon #starlight glimmer #discord mlp #sunset shimmer #the dazzlings #adagio dazzle #aria blaze #sonata dusk #cozy glow #tirek #mlp villains #mlp #mlp fim #media analysis #cartoon analysis #mlp analysis #mlp fim analysis

[zenniaphoenix]

2022 is the year of enemies AUs

#bakery enemies au #metamorphosis (peachitt) #odnlb #discordant sonata just updated #just read a post about someone doing another one and I'm like #MORE CAKES?!?!?!! ~hell yeah~ #miraculous ladybug #ml fandom events

[badgerverse]

Haven’t uploaded here in a while, so here’s a couple of Royal kids to make up for the long drought! This time with some Discord x Celestia and Luna x Rockhoof kids

More info on them under the cut, brought over from deviantart.

Drawing more ponies to deal with stress! Up next we have the royal heirs of the kingdom: Sundance, only daughter of Princess Celestia and Discord, and Eventide and Moonlight Sonata, the children of Princess Luna and Rockhoof. All three of them are very close, though Sunny and Moonlight are notoriously public shy. Some more info on them! Name: Princess Sundance Nickname: Sunny, Sunflower (only called this by Celestia) Age: Adult Pronouns: She/her Parents: Celestia and Discord Cutie Mark: Doesn't receive one, but if she did get one it would probably be a mark for empathy or compassion Bio: Despite being the only child of two of the most powerful (and prank loving) beings in the kingdom, Sunny is very shy and gentle. Growing up, her parents were very protective and unintentionally isolated her from making many friends. This is due to the fact that Sunny was kidnapped when she was very young by an extremist group who disapproved of Celestia's partnership with Discord. She was found fairly quickly, but it had a deep effect on her parents and how they raised her. Sunny is very nervous around ponies she doesn't know, despite a desperate desire to make new friends. As a result of her isolation, she is very very close to her quiet cousins Eventide and Moonlight. She is intelligent and well read, and has a deep guilty pleasure fondness for romantic novels and movies. She loves her parents a lot, but is frustrated with their coddling; Discord swings wildly back and forth between joking around so much that he knocks her off balance and being incredibly over protective of her. Celestia's moods are more balanced, but she can coddle her daughter to the point of being cloying. They've both gotten better about it over the years, but it's had an undeniable effect on Sunny. Name: Princess Eventide Nickname: Evie (only her closest friends and family get to call her this) Age: Adult Pronouns: She/her Parents: Luna and Rockhoof Cutie Mark: Constellations, in particular designing new looks for the night sky Bio: The oldest of the heirs and the one who spends the most time in public. Eventide is quiet and thoughtful, very sure of herself and her decisions. She's a steady rock for her more emotionally fragile cousin and brother, but doesn't baby them (Sunny in particular) as much as their parents do. Evie can be stoic to the point of stiffness and can come off as rude to ponies who don't know her well, but she's very caring and goes out of her way to help anyone who asks. She may look short next to her extraordinarily tall relatives, but she also towers over most ponies; she just happens to be the shortest of this bunch. She is very close to both her parents, but spends a lot of time designing new constellations with Luna in particular and studying the science of the night sky. Name: Prince Moonlight Sonata Nickname: Moonlight Age: Adult Pronouns: He/him Parents: Luna and Rockhoof Cutie Mark: Gardening, with an emphasis on night plants Bio: The youngest of the trio, though pretty close in age to Sunny. He's also very shy and introverted, with an extreme dislike of large crowds and the meanspirited gossip of Canterlot. He rarely makes court appearances, preferring instead to spend time in his night garden tending his plants and flowers. He has a surprisingly delicate constitution in the sun, and will often pass out if he has to spend too much time outside on a warm day. He and Sunny are very close, and often commiserate over their shared dislike of interacting with new ponies, though he doesn't have as strong a desire to make friends like she does; he's happy with his family and his garden. Of course this all changed when a fiery pegasus crash landed right into his hydrangeas and his life one night. Dragonfly, Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash's oldest daughter, accidentally landed face first into being one of the only outside ponies to befriend the Royal Heirs. She and Moonlight are close in particular, though it takes him some time to admit that he enjoys her company over the previous peaceful silence of night. One day he'll figure out why his heart beats so fast whenever he sees her land in his garden at night with a cocky grin or why she blushes when he clucks over her injuries from her run ins with various dangerous creatures, but it'll take him quite a while to come to terms with it. Fun facts: Sunny's tail isn't actually like a horse tail, it's more like a cat or fox tail! It can wag and emote much more then your average loose haired horse tail. Moonlight's mane isn't white, it's a very pale silver and is emitting a constant gentle glow, which is more noticeable at night. He usually keeps his tail pinned up since it gets in the way while he's working and if he does have to go someplace that has other ponies, they often touch it without asking him which he haaaaates. He does like the silver and glow, which is the only reason he hasn't cut his mane or tail extremely short. His hooves have a glitter of stardust. More info on Dragonfly: www.deviantart.com/moonstruck-…

#my little pony friendship is magic #mlp next gen #dislestia #luna x rockhoof #discord #princess celestia #princess luna #rockhoof #sun dance #eventide #moonlight sonata #my art

[bowser14456]

Someday I stg I will get akumitized because of Liar Rossi.

#personal shit #ml mention #fanfic mention #it was the latest chapter of discordant sonata #go read it if you haven't #its so fucking good

[lawofnamesmedia]

CASTING CALL: Cloud City Sonata, A Dakota Gold Mystery

Unpaid.

Cloud City Sonata: A Dakota Gold Mystery "It was a cold day in Cloud City, and every strut, and support, and doorway was jeweled with methane ice."

3-episode miniseries (w/potential character reprises in future miniseries)

This call is open from April 10, 2024 to 8am pacific, April 22, 2024.

Questions? Message here, email [email protected], or contact ash.alder on Discord.

Full audition information here.

Casting call on Twitter.

The Story: Roxanne has a problem. Her body has gone missing.

An accident during a perfectly ordinary an engagement has left her stuck in a 3-eyed, 3-legged soma, & 2 other selves running rampant in the city. It's up to Dakota Gold to find her original body.

Before she does.

#casting call #audio drama #voice actors #va #unpaid #hobby project #noir #transhumanist #Law of Names Media #This has been a joy to write and I'm excited to hear the characters come to life

[sky-kiss]

I want Raphael to clear his dinning room and put a piano there for me in front of the fire. I’ll play for him while he sits on the bench facing away. Then he summons a mage hand and we dance together alone

Raphael x Reader (GN): Sing us a Song, You’re the Devil Man

A debtor's loss is your gain. 

You try to think in these terms as rarely as possible. But tonight, the wonder of the gift overwhelms any residual guilt. The manor and all its riches are yours, a tribute from the devil himself. Raphael lingers by the ornate fireplace, his red skin warmer in the flickering light. It adds an intimacy to the scene that the ballroom's size would not typically allow. By all accounts, it should be lonely. 

It's only the two of you. Well, you and the ghosts. A hint of iron fills the air, mixing with the scent of burning wood. Corpses litter an otherwise lovely scene. It doesn't matter; you've developed a talent for overlooking these little faux pas. 

The piano is his greatest gift. Ornate doesn't begin to describe it; the noble spent a small fortune on the piece, and it shows. It's reflected in the richness of the notes. Your fingers dance over the keys, playing songs you've half-forgotten. A waltz, a more somber sonata; Raphael looks up at the latter, nodding in time with the music.  

"Do you play?" You ask him, not looking up from the sheet music. You hear him gross the ballroom, slow, almost dancing. Raphael always has a touch of the theatric; you're unsurprised to see it more pronounced in such an environment. 

He settles beside you on the bench. His size makes the fit tighter than comfortable, your left arm fetching up against his side every time you try to play a chord. "I play, compose, sing, and dance… you'll find me a truly accomplished devil." 

"Truly." You smile, concluding your song. "A benefit of long life?" 

"And application, pet. Even I must refine my craft." 

"Would you play me something?" 

He chuckles, standing and offering his hand. He snaps the fingers, a pair of mage hands settling into position at the piano. Dramatic and befitting his nature. You shake your head, allowing him to pull you into him. 

His composition differs from most mortals: an undercurrent of otherness, a discordant note. It swells to dramatic highs and dips to crushing lows, more similar to the motions of waves or the tides. It is beautiful but an acquired taste. Raphael leads you across the dancefloor with practiced ease, humming his song. 

And you lose yourself in the warmth of his hold and the enormity of his gifts. 

#bg3 raphael #asks #raphael x tav #raphael x reader #me: /sweating and not knowing a damn thing about pianos

[kuuverse]

success story + picture proof(improved art skills in a day, cancelled exams, + more).

ART SKILLS

Okay, so I'm working on a webtoon project and so I started drawing a thumbnail image for it. I was really unhappy with how it turned out, and I felt that my art looked tacky and unpolished. So basically, I just decided; no, I can draw very well and in my desired way(which is inspired by a twitter artist I admire), and I felt it as fact and left it. Then I picked up my pen and started drawing again.

The change was instant, but the dates below are within the time difference of a day because of course, art takes time, and I had to sleep in between. What I did was very simple, and I did not robotically affirm or listen to any subliminals or anything, I only simply assumed it as fact and it reflected back instantly.

BEFORE

You can see how the lines and colouring is more unpolished.

AFTER

The lines are cleaner and more detailed, and the composition of the piece itself improved.

DATE PROOF(via Discord)

CANCELLED EXAMS

I had a math test coming up when I first heard of the novel Undine, and I discovered a Piano & Flute sonata that accompanied it. I am both a Pianist and a Flautist, and I had grown so fascinated with the novel itself that when I heard the piece(sneakily during a Mandarin class), I was like, I need to play this right now. But I remembered my Math test scheduled for that week's Thursday, and I was like, I don't have the time. But then as I bitched about it to my friends, I instantly remembered about the law and was like, you know what? I have time. I didn't care how I had time, I just assumed I had the time to learn the piece I wanted to. Then instantly, my math teacher posted a google classroom announcement, the test had been pushed back to next week's Monday!

DATE PROOF

Teleported my Mother out of the house?

This one... I can't provide picture proof other than my shock when it happened because huh? Anyways, in my apartment the shower is connected to my parent's bedroom, where my mom's always in on her computer doing who knows what. I love to sing, and I love to sing in the shower because it always clears up my throat and even though my Mother praises me for it, it gets really awkward and embarrassing when I'm practicing or attempting a hard song and my voice falters? Well so I got home, okay. I knew my mom was inside her room because the bedroom door was closed and I heard her loudly talk on the phone to a coworker. I sat down to have a quick snack in the living room which is where the only exit of this apartment is and I saw her come out of her room to say hello to me and went back in. This is only in the span of 10 minutes from when I came home from school and when I went to take a shower. I came across a song I liked and I was like, wouldn't it be nice if I had privacy in the bathroom so I could sing? Okay, then I went to take a shower. My mom... was not in her room and the door was wide open. I ran to my dad and was like, where's mom? He was like, didn't you know she left?

EXPENSIVE COSPLAY

Okay, I've been BEGGING my dad to buy me cosplay for this one enstars character for a year. He always said no, and then this year it was sometime September and my friends were talking about dressing up for Halloween. I was like, I want to dress up as Ritsu. I didn't think anything of, "My dad always said no to my cosplay though," I just went, well, "I want to dress up as Ritsu so I shall."

That was it! I asked him in a text, can I have this? He didn't respond btw he ghosted me... then a few days later he asked for my measurements. I'm wearing the cosplay right now at school!

Photo of when I first got it!

TAYLOR SWIFT PIANO SHEET MUSIC

This one is unintentional. I don't even know how it manifested but you know, I went to the music store to check out some guitars because I wanted to start learning, and then I got sidetracked by the Pianos. Previously a while ago, I wanted to learn some of her songs on the Piano, and most of the sheet music got copyrighted. I guess somewhere there I was like, you know what? Fuck it. I have it. I forgot about it, that's for sure. But then as I was messing around on some of the cheaper Pianos, my dad spotted they were selling her sheet music, and without really asking he just bought it for me.

sc from my instagram archive

MANIFESTED A TEACHER ABSENT FROM SCHOOL

This one happened today!!! I was just feeling a bit tired and I wanted a lesson off where I didn't have to worry about a teacher and when I went to the next period, I realised the teacher wasn't in school and the lesson was self study time!

OTHER SUCCESSES

I'm 17 now, and I had been barely 150cm for a while. I've tried growing taller for years with subliminals, nothing happened, the doctors said I couldn't but... I grew! A few centimeters, my ideal height is 156cm and I'm around 154 right now? I also lost a lot of weight starting from May of this year, and I started growing taller around the start of October! Also the other day, I was in a sort of 'tutoring' session(it wasn't really tuition? but I don't know what else to call it) and I was so tired and I wanted to draw, and instead of waiting for a break I was like fuck it, I'm going to draw anyways and reached for my iPad. Then suddenly as I touched it, the teacher announced a break! Also, in my 4D I'm well respected and lowkey worshipped and I noticed when I went out last week, strangers were so oddly nice to me and people turned their heads to look at me? They'd do nice gestures for me when before everyone would just ignore me the way I used to want.

Anyways, that's it for my post! I sat down a lot and pondered and listened to Edward Art's lectures every night. Manifesting is really easy, and so long as you realise the 3D doesn't matter... it doesn't exist and to just focus on your 4D, then you already have your dream life. There's no point throwing rocks at the 3D hoping it'll change, like with how you can't kill the snake because it doesn't exist, you just have to become indifferent to it and persistent in your 4D.

#success story #law of assumption #living in the end #master manifestor #loassumption #loa #law of manifestation #manifestation #affirm and persist #instant manifestation #self concept #neville goddard #loa blog #loa tumblr #states loa #loa success

[villaim]

freetime: diasomnia

+ what do they like to do (with you) in their freetime?

genre — fluff, headcannons

notes — g/n reader, romantic, i love lilia.

+ || malleus draconia —

i’m pretty sure the only time he really is free is during nighttime.

he stops by your window to check if you’re awake, (please get a restraining order)

if you are.. you’re coming with him. (he asks if you want to but will take you anyways.)

MIDNIGHT WALKS WITH HIM. <33

after the wish upon a star event, he gifted one of the tamagochi’s he ordered to you; you are now the proud owner of gao-gao drakon-kun’s new bff!

he brings drakon-kun with him on walks and probably expects you to bring yours (you went back to your dorm once to get them 💔)

you guys also babysat each other’s tamagochi’s for the day!! (the amount of trust this man has for you.)

once, he brought instruments over to your dorm to play you some songs <3

if you ask, he definitely will do it again.

i’m also pretty sure if you give him ANY stringed instrument he will be able to play the most ear opening sonata.

give him 5. Minutes.

if you play any instruments, he would definitely love to play a duet with you <3

duetting while lilia records like a mom going to post her son and his s/o on facebook >>>

lilia became a cheerleader that day. (he has pom poms and everything)

+ || lilia vanrouge —

LOTS. of video games.

final fantasy? splatoon? genshin? JUST DANCE??

he has them all.

yae. miko. main.

really likes the tetris dance?? he just wants to carry you. however it’s Only lilia carrying you.

you were playing mario party 8 with him on the hotel one and he STOLE YOUR STARS on the LAST ROUND.

the next day you were glaring daggers at him.

when you had separate classes you would be looking through the window.

whenever you stared for more than a minute, he would look back with that bitchy grin then cackles.

lilia - 1, you - 0

lilia also made you both have matching profiles on discord.

he bought you nitro for the banner. (where that money come from???)

you guys also made a secret language in order to gossip about students.

so the next day, NOBODY understood what you both were talking about since you both were spitting nonsense.

there’s also a top secret dictionary to all the words that you made up. (it’s kept under your bed frame)

“asihel pokin qirp”

“WORFLE DYMIRE PEI.”

“what the fuck.” - silver, jamil

+ || silver —

im pretty sure this one is obvious.

naps with silver are ALWAYS the best ones.

imagine falling asleep in each other’s arms, the background drones away, as the world fades to nothing.

however, when he falls asleep, he will not wake up for awhile, you’re the new alarm.

you guys will literally sleep anywhere. (by you guys i mean wherever silver falls asleep first)

in the woods? his room? the lounge? the staircase???

lilia took a photo of you guys sleeping on the staircase

it’s his new wallpaper.

if you don’t feel like sleeping, you can talk silver to sleep, he will always try to stay awake to listen, however he always ends up falling asleep to your pulse.

asks about the topic again once he wakes up 🫶

if you’re into sparring, silver would like to train with you.

his swordsmanship is SO/??:!:!:! /pos (he learnt from the best after all!!)

makes a great sparring partner 10/10 recommended.

always asks questions afterwards like “are you injured?” or “how are you feeling?”

wants to make sure you’re fine, sweet boy.

+ || sebek zigvolt —

you guys don’t hang out.

actually, you requested to hang out after school and he said something about needing to train to protect his young master.

it wasn’t that clear though since you were worried about your ear bleeding.

you died of blood loss

taglist —

@trappolaces @ineligible-indefinitely @pastelmages @granzreichsgoldenberry @ventisaircurrent

#twst x reader #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #silver #sebek zigvolt #diasomnia #twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland x reader #malleus draconia x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #silver x reader #sebek x reader #epelys

[the-red-thread-that-strangles]

It tugs, sometimes. Curious and foolish.

That traitorous heart mana of his, reaching out, drawing in, seeking connection in the way that's in their blood, their soul, their nature. Synchronicity.

Rei's not known it, before.

Where other demons might be attuned to family, Rei has no one to claim the spot. So, his heart mana sings, unblemished, its lonely little sonata, the song of his homeland. All there is to him, granted by air and earth and starlight.

He has so much to give, and yet, it isn't good enough. Discordant, they say. Human, they snarl, disgust evident in their tones.

Thus, growing up Rei learns to compose himself. Pushes himself to the brink in order to rewrite his heartbeat's melody. Puts himself out there, gets stronger, richer in experience, whenever he draws back. Over and over and over again.

Until one day, pushing himself past reason, he almost doesn't return.

But while he hasn't been looking, a new melody has taken residence by his side. Soft and steady high notes, barely perceptible.

Morofushi Hiromitsu, faded, yet giving himself so generously.

Rei hears him, takes him in and amplifies the notes he's given, until others may do so, too. Until Hiro may do it himself.

Their hearts mana, separate but inseparable, resonating in response.

And Rei's called back home.

.

Rye is low notes, a deep bass, slow and steady.

He could enrich their harmony, if only he wasn't so gratingly offbeat.

Rye's unrefined and ever-contradicting himself. Cold and uncaring, yet bleeding red like the rest of them. A long-ranged combatant, always too close. The smartest fool Rei ever has had the displeasure of meeting.

He takes Rei's heart mana greedily, gives it back tenfold.

Then he takes Scotch's, and their tentative song, not yet given voice, dissolves into dissonant whispers.

.

When they meet again, Rei doesn't want to feel Akai's heart mana for the longest time.

It's too painfully familiar, echoes of the past still trapped reverberating within. Misery-in-resonance almost dusts Rei.

It's his duty to be here, and so he stays, but there's others to preoccupy himself with.

So, he remains a careful distance away from Akai. Doesn't see the muted melancholy wrapped around him until it's too late, until Akai's almost gone dark and quiet.

When he heals Akai, he pours all of his heart mana into him. Their hearts still sing the same tune, after all these years, discordant notes and all.

.

The journey is too perilous to allow them senseless grudges. Their lives are one. If either falls, the story ends.

They rely on each other's mana like air, sharing desperate breaths like drowning men in a land that wants to drag them under.

What even is left of their individual songs? It doesn't matter, anymore. They've shared so much it really is one and the same, disjointed notes smoothed out through time and touch and trial, into an elegy for Scotch.

.

As they finally reach tentative harmony, they rip themselves apart.

.

There is dissonance in Demon Lord Furuya’s heart. A furious ache that even Hiro's return can't soothe.

But he has a duty, to his land and his people. He can't stop to rest. Besides, the one to replenish his heart mana, he who's grown so good at it over the years, has left, exiled by Rei's own hand.

Akai is a fool, but so is Rei.

He clings to the thrum of Akai's low warm notes, barely an echo within himself.

.

Da capo al coda, the cyclical rhythm of life remains the same.

Rei's still not good enough.

He's bested their best. He's saved the realms. And all that matters, in the end, is that they see his heart mana, and find it lacking.

But he's no longer the lonely manaspawn he once was. His song no longer just his own.

He's holding the position through skill and strategy, through force of personality. With the help of friends and allies gathered on his journey.

They'll have to listen to his tune, this time.

.

The key, of course, is an argument.

Their feverish crescendo crashes into mellow adagio - along with their lips.

Rei knows, then: if no one else accepted him, the boundless love in Akai's heart would be enough to supply his heart mana for as long as he lives.

It's exhilarating, to share every last bit of himself, to accept all of Shuuichi in turn. Synchronized in full, for now and as long as they live.

Pulsating, between them, the potential to compose a new melody, together. Point and counterpoint. Bright and warm and vibrant and home.

.

When he takes Akai's hand, leads him to the dancefloor, the festive joy of friends and family soaking the ambient mana with joyous ringing, it's enough to put pressure even on Rei's heart mana.

He can't help thinking that this should've been so much easier. But theirs has never been the easy way.

And it's not the conclusion, but the overture to their new life, together.

The waltz of their future, a thunderous symphony.

.

@floofiestboy's Demon King Furuya AkAm AU is giving me too many feelings. Go read it here.

#and may the gods have mercy on anyone standing in their way #if they are lucky they get to pick whether they want to be shot or fried #so. uh. floof I hope this is okay. because I have feelings about this AU. mana and hearts and their interchangability #if you couldn't tell #this is what possessed me at 5 a.m. this morning and I want it out #floof you are insane for this AU #they have to take in mana to survive #they're always shaped by their surroundings #and when that's not enough they have to depend on their connections #altering the receiver through said connection. potentially permanently. see exhibit A(kai) #as the connection becomes deeper their mana. their hearts output. literally flows more efficiently #the heart wants what it wants. literally in this universe #floof. floof I am shaking. you. me. it doesn't matter at this point #akam #iris writes things #long post #somehow I went from mana wavelengths to soul frequencies. I think. whoops #fic recs

[edendaphne]

So, a lot of ML has been leaked. Any thought on it?

To be honest, I’d only heard that there were major leaks because of one of my Discord servers. I’m pretty out of touch with the ML fandom at the moment because of IRL stuff (I’m currently job hunting and doing the single mom thing 💪), so I don’t have time to browse through any ML related news or anything.

Plus frankly I’ve mostly lost interest in the fandom because of all the drama and corporate politics I’ve seen throughout the years (I’ve been here since 2016), so if I were to see leaks I probably wouldn’t care, or I wouldn’t even necessarily know they’re spoilers because I haven’t seen the newest episodes. Mayyyybe I’ll become more active once IRL stuff settles down, we’ll see.

Don’t worry though, I still intend to finish my ongoing ML projects! (Specifically WDDM and Discordant Sonata)

#ml #miraculous ladybug #ask #anonymous

[sichore]

@thatwritingho tumblr got me FUCKED UP not letting me edit drafts that has asks in them. fuck. anyway!! I answered 5. a casual kiss in the previous round, so let's do the next step!

6. write about an intense kiss between your ship

exclusive preview of a future scene in paint the sky

“You know you don't have to do this, right?”

“Yeah, but… we gotta, don't we?”

Among the blankets and pillows of her cozy corner, the candlelight catches the glimmer in Jimi's dark eyes as she straightens up a bit. We. Jimi is so fucking tired, he can see the exhaustion in those brown eyes. But she's still here, and Pickles has been seeing the same shit as her, so why not do this together?

“I trust ya, Jimi.” He drops his gaze to their knees, clearing his throat. “So, uh… how do we do this?”

“I guess we just kinda…” Jimi tentatively reaches out and he takes her hands. It just feels like the natural thing to do. Hers are soft, small where he can feel them through his callouses. “Um, close your eyes, and breathe. With me. Let your senses take over and it should just… happen.” Her eyes close first, and she already looks so bare without her glasses. Pickles watches Jimi, taking in all of her in this strange moment of vulnerability. The way her curls spill around her face, even when piled high on her head. Her shoulders gradually relaxing as she breathes, in, out, rising and falling. Her comfortable work clothes with old paint stains. Her gentle, nervous smile. He closes his eyes.

The glow of the candles behind his lids give way to nebulae. He hears the rush of his own breaths, then Jimi’s, then – the both of them, breathing as one. The rush of air becomes the distant roar of the Waves, growing louder. Louder. Louder. The last thing Pickles feels in the physical world is the warmth of Jimi’s hands as their fingers lace together and become indistinguishable, and then he sinks. The Ocean greets them with a dazzling school of stars that flash and swim around them. Everything here is expanded in a way Pickles can’t quite describe, ignoring how he is – was – a lyricist. He doesn’t even feel like Pickles, the drummer, when he’s here. He doesn’t feel like Connor, either, who was once that angry kid who left home with nothing but a bag and a dream. Here, he just is. And so is she. Jimi. Unfamiliar, yet always recognizable. Colors and comets swirl around them in the current but he is only consumed with thoughts of the resplendent one. Long and luminous, she winds around him in wide laps, and the slide of her shimmering scales sing to him a sonata. Consumed with the need to feel, he reaches out to her with arms that are many and crimson. He reaches across galaxies for her and when they finally meet, their serpentine touch causes a symphony to ring out across all creation.

It is an experience unlike any before. They are exquisite and perfect. He feels the slide of himself against her, as her. Scale against sinew against soul, they move among the Waves and into each other. He drinks of her into all that he is and, in turn, pours into her, ruby and rapturous and rippling. The song of their union spreads throughout the universe and all that lies beyond. Chaos and cosmos, combined and complete, to bring forth all that shall ever be. World-devourer, star-swallower, divine and devouring one another, entwined and eternal as they should be.

Between the serpents that coil and writhe everlong is a power, mewling and newborn. The drag of their bodies across it is an orphic orchestra that is unheard of, unpracticed, unobtainable. For now. Discordance reigns and the distortion shatters them and they scream in their separation. Through her thousand eyes he can glimpse his thousand arms that seek her. The great crimson beast once more, rising, raging, reaching for the rhapsodic splendor of his – Lover. Pickles breaks through the Waves and crashes back into reality with a shuddering gasp. The candles at the edge of his vision are as stars, fighting against the rippling shadows of the Ocean that bathe the room. None of it matters. Nothing else fucking matters. His body is burning and drenched with sweat, trembling, volcanic. He breathes in ash and embers and air and it’s not enough, it’s never enough not when they’re so close. It all ends and begins with their entwined hands that hold the power of a thousand suns and he thinks Jimi feels it, too. Curls stick to her sweat dampened face as she gasps for air. A mirror of his own state as she would be, because… because… Why wouldn’t she be? Fuck. Why were they here? Why were they ever apart? What the hell is he thinking? Jimi’s lips are so plush, parted and panting and he remembers how easily she tore into him and the agony of their separation. The fuck. He’s hungry. Starving. He swallows hard, his throat having gone dry. What was he forgetting? His eyes flit over the rapid rise and fall of Jimi’s chest and he remembers the way her heart choked his throat. When he drags his gaze back up to her eyes they are like onyx and starshine and their hands tremble where they hover, still entwined. He tries to speak and all that comes out is a dry, wordless sound. Jimi leans towards him. The separation of their hands is torture because they can’t ever part but it’s a sacrifice Pickles makes to grasp her face and pull her forward. Their mouths crush together in a clash of teeth and tongue that some time ago, far from now, knew only how to consume and now they lap and bite and feed. Pickles kisses Jimi like he’ll never have another drink in his goddamn life. What could compare to this, this fucking – ambrosia on his tongue? Jimi’s hands fist in his shirt to hold him close and her body heat makes stars explode behind his eyes. Sparks fly from her lips to ignite a flame in his belly and he just knows he’s going to fucking combust. He only breaks the kiss when the burning in his lungs becomes too much and he gets light-headed. Even so, he licks his lips, swallows as though to imbibe every little taste of Jimi that he can. “I… shit.” “Mmhm,” Jimi agrees, just as eloquent and breathless. There’s thunder in his ears, he easily finds the rhythm in the pulse. That’s all it was, wasn’t it? A beat he had to map out. A song he has to write. He’s been searching for the melody all this time and there it was. It’s in her, painter, precious, and all they gotta do is lay the track. Harmonize. He pulls her to him again, one hand burying in the curls at the back of her head to brace her for his kiss. The other hand claws at her back like if he can just get her close enough he can smash her into his pounding heart and make it stop. Just kill him already because he’s dying. 

The Waves dance around and through them and they chose to go under, they chose this, and emerged with this insatiable need to be inside of each other. He has no other word for this hunger, this feeling, this absolute loss of self as he became they and his senses burst beyond comprehension into… A sixth sense. The sixth way. Rise above the shell and partake of it anew. The Body.

[Soft OTP Prompts]

#my writing #pickles the drummer #metalocalypse #jamila calabash #mtl oc #picklejam #mmm gotta up the eldritch business in this one #paint the sky #ask meme