purple doves

Prince’s mugshot from Mississippi for stealing a megaphone off an airplane, 1979

Descendants 2 + Aesthetic: Mal, Reformed Villain and Royal Girlfriend (x)

“She itched to do something meaningful, to be useful instead of simply decorative.”

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57th Annual Academy Awards, 1985

Fight Me

Based off this post by @my-insanity-is-an-artform

Marinette Dupain-Cheng was not having a good day. Scratch that; make it a good week.

From tearing open a seam on her favorite pants to spilling coffee on herself the day of her project presentation to coming down with a nasty cold just as the weather began to turn warm, it was just one disaster after another. 

All she wanted was to sleep through Lit class, maybe use Alya as a pillow and dream of Adrien sweeping her away into the sunset, but no. No, she couldn’t have that.

She would have, if not for Alya stepping out to call and check on her sisters, who were sick at home, the lucky ducks. 

She would have, if Adrien hadn’t been missing class due to another photoshoot, leaving her without a pillow and without some sort of barrier to block her from Madam Bustier’s view.

She would have, if not for Chat Noir crashing in through the window and scaring the living daylights out of everyone in the classroom. 

“Everyone, just stay calm!” He said before someone in purple diving suit dove in through the broken glass, tackling the hero to the ground. 

“Just give me your miraculous already, you dumb cat!” The figure screeched. “I am Lady Hawk and I will be the one to get your miraculous! Then we can finally be together!”

“An akuma that worships Hawkmoth?” Marinette muttered. “Oh, hell no..”

“Get off me, La-Hawky!” Chat corrected himself mid-word, quite sure his partner would not appreciate the close call. ‘Lady’ was a trademark nickname, thank you very much. 

But that wasn’t really the issue here as a loud beeping rang throughout the room, making Lady Hawk grin.

“Well, well, well,” she said. “I guess I’m the lucky one today! It’s going to be a good week for me. If anyone deserves it, it’s me!”

She reached for Chat’s ring as her other hand pinned his shoulder to the ground. Before she could claim her prize, however, she screamed in surprise as something hard and small hit her face (was that a fist?), knocking her a good few feet away. 

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Alya sighed as she put her phone away. She loved her siblings, but they could definitely be a handful. Especially when bed-ridden.

Upon hearing a loud commotion from inside the classroom, she furrowed her eyebrows. Tell her Chloe wasn’t picking fights again. She had been doing so much better too!

The red-haired girl pushed open the door, ready to interject, only to stop and gape at the scene in front of her.

Some strange girl in a purple suit sat on the ground, clutching her jaw and shouting something incoherent. There was a familiar butterfly over her eyes, but she seemed to not care.

Meanwhile, Chat Noir struggled to hold onto Marinette, who was drowning out the other girl’s shouts with her own.

You deserve a good week? Seriously? Do you even know what I’ve been through this week alone? Chat Noir, let me go!”

“You wild monster! I’ll kill you!” The stranger grimaced, rubbing her jaw.

Marinette scowled. “Then come over here and fight me!”

Looking up at her shocked classmates, Alya continued to stand there in bewilderment.

“What the hell did I miss?” 

Prince performing at Wembley Arena, 1986