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OH MY GOSH, I LOVE THIS!

The shading and colors are beautiful. The posing is absolutely breathtaking—from Chase holding onto Carmen’s hat, to Carmen holding her hair back so it doesn’t get in the way, to the looks they’re giving each other!

I just—this is so perfect! Thank you for drawing this! 💝

Inspired by @iamashippingtrashbin I guess I'm too innocent to draw something as bold as kiss 😂

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mime bomb is so funny how did he even get into the school? anyway fav character hope we see more of him in season 2!

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Okay, I am working on all of those anon prompts I was sent, but I had to pause and just say this...

The Spider-Man kiss, but CarChase/Carmeneaux.

Think about it...

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Can I ask for a CarChase aesthetic? 👉👈

Absolutely 😌😌❤️❤️

CARCHASE AESTHETIC

👢📔🍑🚖🧋

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Requests

If anyone has any TigerBomb or CarChase/Carmeneaux fic requests, I will gladly write it—just toss me an ask.

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Therapist: And can you tell me the source of your problems?

Chase: I’d either need a mirror or my dad.

Dialogue from this post.

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Presenting:

Mime Bomb being

DONE

with Neal’s shit

Before anyone asks, this is not meant to hate on slimebomb. It’s just a joke.

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Zack: *rolls down window*

Zack: What seems to be the problem, officer?

Chase: Get the fuck out of my car.

Dialogue from this post.

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My interpretations of kid and teenage Chase UwU

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This is a fanart of Chloenette ship that i drew a few days ago. I love this ship. I mean, the idea of these two become enemies to friends to lovers… IT’S SO IEFVHEIOGVBIB

So…I imagined a fanfic with them. Marinette is somewhere at school when suddenly, she slips on a pen or something like this (because we all know how Marinette is xD) She’s about to fall when Chloe catches her.

But i’m not good at writing fanfiction so if you guys wanna write something about this, don’t hesitate! ;)

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The look of summer lesbians!

Chloé and Marinette on a date during a summer sunset!!!!! Chloé drinking her strawberry lemonade and Marinette with her lemon and blueberry gelato!

(Open for commissions)

Don’t just like please reblog!❤️

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So these are from the draw your otp thing from (this person). No one requested them I just love my girls and thought they were cute!

(Open for commissions)

Don’t just like please reblog! ❤️💛

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Nothing but the Stillness

(A/N): I decided to write a short fic based on this prompt list for TigerBomb, because there isn’t enough of the pairing, and I need more.

WARNINGS!: Mentioned Blood/Injury

Word Count: 680

Paring(s): TigerBomb (Romantic)

Summary: Tigress tends to Mime Bomb’s injuries after a particularly bad heist.

A loud knock on her door was enough to stir her from her slumber. Sheena groaned in annoyance, rolling over in her bed, silently debating on actually answering the door. She doubted it was anyone important at one in the morning, but another knock (more urgent this time) caused her to think otherwise.

Tossing the covers aside and trudging over to the front door, she opened it partly, tired eyes meeting very familiar gray. Mime Bomb was grinning sheepishly at her, eyes silently pleading to be let into her apartment.

This wasn’t the first time he’d shown up at her doorstep, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last, and just like so many times before, she’d pretend to mull over letting him in or not. Normally she’d take her time, letting him stand there for a few seconds before finally letting him in.

However, this wasn’t a normal visit. Her gaze fell on the dark red liquid that was seeping through his shirt, hand cradling the wounded arm with care. Biting back any form of concern that she secretly held for the mime, she sighed heavily.

“Fine,” she grumbled, stepping aside and holding the door for him as he stepped inside, “Just don’t get blood on my couch.”

He nodded simply, eyes glancing at the various items in the room that were still in the same place since his last visit. He tried to visit her as often as he could—especially if they weren’t on capers together. He’d never tell her, but despite her harsh attitude, she made him feel warm.

Sheena shut the door and headed towards her bathroom, digging through various drawers in search of her first aid kit she kept for emergencies, “Wanna tell me what you were doing to get hurt so bad?” she asked as she reentered the living room, kit in hand.

As she expected, no reply came from the mime, who had removed his shirt and carefully folded it, placing it on the coffee table. Looking at him now, she always forgot how pale he was. Her gaze lingered longer than she’d like to admit on the bruises that peppered his chest, stamping out the worried look that briefly flashed on her face.

If he noticed, he said nothing, as usual. Their eyes met, causing a forced reassuring smile to slip onto Mime Bomb’s face as he carefully took a seat on the couch, I’m fine, he seemed to say, and yet the deep cut running down his arm and the purple marks on his skin said anything but.

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Silence made the process of patching up the wound longer than it really was. She wanted to break it, to ask him all the questions that stuck in her throat, but some part of her (the part that cared, she suspected) didn’t want to overwhelm him.

Instead of the many questions she wished to ask, all that left her once she was finished was a quiet, “Idiot…” that wasn’t able to keep out the amount of care she had grown to have for her partner in crime.

He shifted, gently lifting her chin with his hand so that they were facing each other. His face was filled with so much care, so much love that she would never be used to seeing.

“What?” she asked, voice barely a whisper, taking comfort in the warmth his touch held. She watched his hands move in ways she was all too familiar with.

Let me take care of you, he smiled at her, still so gentle.

She fought back a scoff, a small smile slipping onto her face, “Shouldn’t I be the one saying that to you?”

Mime Bomb shrugged in reply, shifting closer, arms wrapping around her with care, pressing their foreheads together.

Sheena breathed out a content sigh, her shoulders relaxing. Despite how early in the morning it was, despite how tired she was, a wave of tranquility washed over her. Even when he never said a word, and all they were left with was the stillness of the room, she still felt comfort.

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For now, just watching over her is enough.

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~ Satoru x Airi // Erased

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I don’t know why

But the face Chase makes when he trips Carmen has got me feeling some type of way, so I made it into a gif

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Me, has never watched Miraculous Ladybug, aside from seeing a few clips whenever my siblings watch it:

Chloe and Marinette would be a pretty cute couple