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Adrien is lying with his back flat on the floor, his coat splayed out underneath him and his gangly knees pointing skywards. Claudia has nothing better to do than stare down at him as he lies there, and for a moment she lets her imagination wander as she pictures him being on the floor because he was hit by a car. He'd probably be happy to hear it, actually. She thinks of him being bisected in half by the large heavy wheel of a Renault Twingo or a beat-up Peugeot 607, his lower stomach ground to a red, meaty paste that trails off in the direction the car left. Claudia imagines him lying there peacefully, unable to move his legs even as his body shifts and his crushed spine contorts as he tries (or, maybe he does, somehow, just since that's creepier), nothing more to show anguish than a slight quirk of the brow and grit teeth. The anguish can be heard, though: Adrien, torn to shreds, gasping and moaning for air.

Adrien had asked her if she would want to run into traffic with him once. Claudia had told him he was stupid, because he was. "Can I help you?" she asks, a bite to the question. Claudia returns the bite to herself, to her bottom lip, to punish herself for the remark. 'Do you need me to get something for you?' is what she would rather say, if she was a kind enough person for it. The kindness would come and go. She tries again. "Water? Tea?" "Tea." His eyes look like the life behind them is struggling to hold onto itself. Glossy and wide like those of a fish in the sand. "..Maybe some madelines. Madelines and tea," he mumbles. Claudia shifts the weight in her feet, her scuffed Converse digging into the floor. "Madelines?" Claudia scrunches her nose. "You don't like sugar, though." "I don't." It's like he forgot about it until she reminded him. His expression (which is only half there) is like he's remembered something he didn't expect to be awful. Maybe it's the sugar, but Claudia feels like it couldn't be. "...It's fine. I'll have them anyway."

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luka mcfreakin' couffaine, everybody. you may not know, but he's kind of a big deal.

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We're extending the deadline!

Are you a resident of Claudrien Nation who wants to express an appreciation for the ship? In any way shape or form? Google form is here and we're still accepting submissions! Explainer post is here!

Submission Review will now be from the 23rd to the 30th, with winners announced on the 31st.

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@wisteriasymphony 's Claudia and Adrien for Claudrien August ❤️

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yeah yeah queerbaiting is awful but what's the term for the thing they do to het ships where the characters get together in canon but then turn into such a cliche white picket fence married couple about it that it's worse than if the writers had just left it in the subtext

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Adrien Agreste's Exclusive Interview with Rolling Stone Magazine

(made by the lovely @wisteriasymphony and inspired by timothée chalamet's latest cover with RS)

This is an in-universe full-length, intimate interview with "Adrien" in my fic Talk of The Town on AO3. It explores his experiences growing up in the spotlight as the face of the House of Agreste, his unique relationship with fashion and music, his struggles with public perception and the loss of personal identity, and the intense scrutiny surrounding his life and alleged relationships. Despite his immense privilege, he grapples with the consequences of his beauty and fame, and wants a semblance of control over his own narrative in a world that constantly projects its desires onto him.

The Boy in The Mirror By Claire Jeffries

Rolling Stone Magazine

Adrien Agreste arrives fifteen minutes early to the rooftop bar wearing sunglasses far too big for his face, an olive acetate pair from Jacques Marie Mage...

Read on AO3

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DAY 2 - LATE AT NIGHT

happy claudrien august!!! reminders to all that the submission form for the claudrien fan contest is here. i will probably extend the deadlines anyways but the OG end of submissions is the 13th

Claudia hadn’t really gotten a good look at most of Adrien before; He wasn’t the kind of guy to allow it and she wasn’t the kind of girl who cared to seek it out. Still, looking at him made it a little clearer to her why.

He looked so perfect it was hard to even believe what she was looking at. 

And, well, obviously not in an “oh my god I’m going to nosebleed” perfect. His back was entirely, freakishly spotless—Not a single mole or freckle or stray hair from his neck all the way down to his spine. Which was weird, because everyone always had something: Claudia could even say she almost thought it was required. Searching with her hands, all Claudia could feel was a handful of pores on his shoulders, but that was it. He was like a chunk of the moon, pried out with a pickaxe and kicked down to earth with the glow of the sun still embedded into the rock. 

In response to the feeling of Claudia’s fingers on his back, Adrien preemptively crossed his legs where he sat, hunched slightly at the shoulders. Every trace of a fingertip stalled his breath on instinct, the process of noticing the touch was not commanding but curious rolling softly over him like a slow trickle of water. 

“I’ve never had the words to articulate it,” he whispered. “How much I’m used to bare skin, how much I hate it. It’s become a sort of third state of being, neither dressed nor undressed. As if it’s alright because it’s not really my body, and nobody’s really seeing anything.”

“Hm.”

Adrien looked down at the rest of himself—Black slacks and matching socks. He could construct the rest of an outfit from there, mentally indexing the motions. Undershirt, then dress shirt, suspenders and cufflinks. A tie if the occasion called for it, then waistcoat or pullover depending on the day, then finally a coat. If he couldn’t control when he took things off, he could at least control what he put on. 

Claudia’s hand traced the shell of his ear, tucking a lock of hair behind it. He froze, pulled back out of his own mind by the gesture and suddenly throwing his gaze to some spot on the floor. 

“Are you sure you’re fine with this?”

Claudia bit her own lip after saying it—It would’ve been more comfortable to phrase it as “This is so awkward” or “You’re acting like you hate this”, but for some reason that wasn’t what was said. Adrien straightened his posture out, hearing a little crack from the way his spine resettled itself. 

“…As long as it’s you.”

A nauseatingly honest answer to a nauseatingly honest question. What else could she have expected? Claudia let her knuckles brush against his back, studying the pale and featureless skin once more.

“You could probably use some birthmarks,” she muttered, clicking her teeth. “I’ll draw them on for you or something.”

A smile eased its way out of Adrien’s lips. 

“A cigarette burn would last longer.”

“Pfsch, fuck no. De-nied, nice try,” Claudia replied with a joking lilt, shaking her head. “Where do you keep all your fancy pens?”

“There’s a Bic sitting on my desk. That should work.”

Claudia stood up, her hand on his shoulder loose and falling across his back in a slow curve. In following the feeling of her movement, Adrien turned his head to look to her, watching the silent sweeping motions of her legs with wide glass-green eyes. There was a novelty to the way her socks (mismatched: one dark gray cut to over her ankle, one black and cut just below) fell, the knit fabric folded and stretched across the contours of her heels. His eyes moved further up, her brown curls off to one side—Small papules brushed over her shoulders like grains of sand trapped in conglomerate rock, red from getting picked and scratched at. Her body was glittering porphyry, textured to the touch and warm. 

Adrien swallowed, his gaze back on himself again. His teeth met his lip when he felt the pen’s nib against his shoulder blade.

“Anything in particular you want me to draw, or just birthmarks?”

He shrugged, one shoulder rising slightly higher than the other. Claudia took the response, pressing her fingertips into his back to steady herself. 

"I'm gonna draw a dick, then," she muttered. 

It was reasonable to assume Adrien couldn't distinguish the strokes of her pen well enough to call her bluff. What started off as almost a crude phallus broke off into other swooping motions, petals of flowers or the curves of a filled-in heart. She followed where it felt most natural to leave moles, the blue ink bleeding slightly and settling in the little lines of his skin cells. What little moonlight there was to spare filtering in through the window washed his skin in gray, each new dot a photo-negative star in sprawling new constellations sparking to life. Adrien merely kept his mouth shut and his lip bitten, pressing his thumbs together as he felt with bated breath every new touch against his back and tried to inscribe it to memory. The casual passing of a hand down his side as Claudia searched for more skin to vandalize, or the settling of warm breath against the back of his neck as she leaned in to focus—All of it was wonderful, truly and absolutely wonderful.

"You're going to get in so much trouble for this if you have places to be, right?"

To admit it broke his heart, but he responded anyways. "I'll just wash it off before then. It's only ink, nobody will know."

As if it wouldn't be everything he ever wanted for someone—everyone—to know he was just the slightest bit changed through love. The faint and blurred outlines of drawn-on moles after a shower or two would never be enough. How could they ever be enough? 

The nib of the pen raked down Adrien's back, following beside his spine like a dog chasing the river. A quickly-stolen breath hung in his mouth for a moment, and he savored the swiping motion; It was like a surgeon and her scalpel, a butcher slicing open the throat of a sow. 

Changed, torn open, broken like a doll pushed off of its shelf. The difference was negligible. 

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All of her stalker scrapbooks are extremely detailed and extremely well researched. And glittery.

As rent-lowering gunshots we would like to clarify that La Terreur Marinette does in fact stalk Adrien and we are in support of it.

She has notebooks on all her friends (batman's contingency plans style comprehensive info) but Alya jokes about Adrien's in particular because Marinette chose to use her prized sparkly glitter notebook for his.

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You guys somehow made me enter the Miraculous rewrite/au rabbit hole and i cannot thank you all enough for that,keep up the good work. (and im still baffled on the first comic predicting IMAGE_FRIEND /j)

Thank you!!!!! :D This totally isn't a you thing, but we have been a little confused as of late why people have been so quick to brand us as a rewrite?

So, just officially stating: We are an AU, and the best enjoyment of this AU requires you have background knowledge of the show! I don't think people will get the most out of what we're trying to do here if they go in without any previous ml experience or expect it to tackle the same plot points as canon. You will need to know the show to get the comic, haha

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guys r mister caquet and mister roth doing sex with eachother...if they r not can u pls say yes they are......i am 7 day old with bacterial meningitis and this is my make a wish ❤️

mister caquet is the only confirmed asexual in the la terreur cast

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I adore The Warm Embrace of Shadow au and I think Adrien having his Superego and Id having their own representations is such a cool idea.

I have a question regarding Princess Garçon’s name. I was doing research on the word Garçon for an au and discovered it means boy and was used to refer to waiters. But isn’t no longer because it’s now seen as rude and outdated.

I’m just wondering if this was intentionally chosen when making Princess Garçon as apart of Adrien’s superego identity.

It's mostly chosen because it means "boy", yeah! He's a boy princess, with the feminine title superseding a masculine gender. Not much else to say about it, it's pretty self-explanatory.

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Do people think I don’t like miraculous ? I love miraculous soooooooo much and whenever I have to talk to a reader that starts the conversation with “I hate watching miraculous but I love La terreur” I want to send a swarm of locust after them

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After my experience this weekend I’ve decided that I will never have an intercultural wedding. We are doing the fucking henna ceremony whether you like it or not Stéphanie. Your grandmother is homophobic and racist and mines are that + dead + you’re the man in this relationship so I’ve hired a drag queen off of facebook marketplace to pretend to be related to you and perform it. If the vibes are not met every guest will face the wall at the end of the wedding which traditionally will be 4 am.

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DAY 1 - HORROR (Vampire&Werewolf AU)

You know, I wouldn't really mind being, huh, your blood bag....

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Apologies if this has been covered before but given your lore with the Kwami as masterminds of the entire plot, what's motivating the coyote miraculous to stick with Claudia and what's stopping the Kwmai from just forcing things to go as they want?

It's covered in the fic! There's some tension between Karra and Plagg because Karra, quite frankly, does not play by kwami rules or conventions. This is partially due to a schism between Old World kwamis (The canon miracle box) and New World kwamis (Karra and supposedly the North American kwamis), and then also partially due to the fact that Karra was isolated from other kwamis in her local habitat of the Yucatan Peninsula.

She's much too "friendly" with holders, which in kwami terms means crossing socially acceptable boundaries between kwami and human: This can run the gamut from masquerading as human, to presenting yourself directly to humans without a holder as a mediator, to starting relationships with humans, all the way to eating them by the hundred!

Anyway, like Claudia, Karra is not "part of" things, meaning she sticks with Claudia entirely out of self-interest. Karra is much more reliant on human companionship than the other kwamis because that's all she had for centuries due to being a lone kwami in her region. She's been with Claudia for about as long as Adrien and Marinette have respectively had Plagg and Tikki, so they have a decent bond. Karra is also still mourning her old life as Huehuecoyotl to a degree, so happening to find a holder who's Nahua on her dad's side is a massive plus.

As for question two, they can! Tikki could be considered as doing just that with what she does to Sillynette. It comes down to personal comfort on the kwami's parts, I guess. It's less that they're morally opposed to it and more that the reluctant ones thought it wasn't part of the job description. They shouldn't have to just pilot their holders because the holders should just be listening naturally! This ruins the story! But massive soap operas are all the kwamis have going on as entertainment so they have nothing better to do. Oh well.

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I FORGOT THAT I'M THE ONE THAT HAS TO UPLOAD THE SUBMISSION FORM. LINK IS HERE. OG Post with the rules and explanation is here! Happy submissions folks!

August 1st-13th: Submissions Open

August 13th-23rd: Review and Ranking

August 27th: Winners Announced