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Really old Multimouse bc i like her hair

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Ladynoir July 2024, Day 10: Panic

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THEY ARE SO CUTIEFUL TO ME !!!

Been thinking about miraculous so much lately I love them so much look at my kids oh dear goodness, I felt like they had to wear pajama onesies or I’d explode while doing comms

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I love "Plagg is a real cat" AUs. Imagine Adrien trying to give him a flea bath

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tumblr will never count as social media to me. This shit a secret hideout and we just all happen to see each others thoughts

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stupid thing I did

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when your bug wants to smooch before going on live television you don’t ask questions fool!!!!!!!!

for reasons unknown I had @rosekasa ‘s fic honeytrap stuck in my mind

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something so fucked up about Chat Noir’s whole deal is that he is in a lot of ways Adrien playing a character. Like Adrien picked up his miraculous and was told he’d be a superhero so he was like “ok, time to act like a superhero!” and he lets himself have fun w it and play up the role and let loose and kind of just allow himself to be silly and goofy and have fun and for once in his life not care about performing Perfection™.

But. But none of the other characters KNOW THAT. So everyone just sees Chat Noir and is like “look at this guy’s ego. He’s so full of himself. Surely it’d be fair to knock him down a few pegs” without being aware of how few pegs he actually HAS. He’s like the “insecure character who overcompensates in ego” trope except he’s really not doing it unironically, he’s just having a fun LARP pretending to have self worth in his off-hours but nobody else is on the same page about it being a game and he refuses to tell them. He just dramatically pouts about it and lets them laugh and pretends like he’s not internalizing it and it is almost 3 am and my brain forced me to write this instead of sleeping I’m gonna take a melatonin

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some old fanart from 2016 🐞

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"I had a tough day… Please, hug me ?" [Miraculous Ladybug]

"Sometimes it’s just too hard to talk. But then you are here, just here, with me. And suddenly I don’t need anything else."

After all I lived and all i wrote about Miraculous Ladybug, time has come for me to dare to show my fanarts. I'm so stressed! I love my babies so much...

(it was Day 30 on my Journey with a graphic tablet pad.)

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SOME MESSY SHADYCLAW. AS A TREAT. …

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hashtag goals

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"my lady, i know you're having a hard time right now. you may not believe in yourself anymore but i believe in you more than ever."

YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH RIGHT NOW CHAT NOIR

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Love them🐾🐞✨💕

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you will never sleep alone (i'll love you)

written for the @mlsquaredance remix event! i was lucky enough to get to choose from my dear friend @chocoluckchipz's work to remix. go check out her story (and her other works, including her own remix) on ao3!

Marinette had saved up for months to be able to afford this vacation. Not only that, but she’d spent months trying to convince herself that it was okay to even take a vacation, that Monarch was really and truly gone. Even though it’d been years since anyone had seen him, she’d never truly felt comfortable leaving Paris without a guardian for an extended length of time.

Which was why Tikki was at home with Alya, so that Marinette could actually relax and enjoy the plush amenities the hotel had to offer, such as a bed that looked like it cost five times her monthly salary.

Or, she would be able to enjoy it, if she wasn’t standing in the middle of the villa she’d booked over a month ago, fighting for the bed with freaking Chat Noir, of all people.

Any other time, she would have been ecstatic to see him—to confirm in the flesh that he was still here, still real, still breathing. She’d waited nights and nights and nights for him to finally come and meet her; wasted hours dreaming of running to wrap her arms around him and never letting him disappear again.

But those dreams were Ladybug’s, not Marinette’s. Chat Noir was supposed to meet her on their rooftop or on top of the Eiffel Tower or really anywhere along her patrol route, but he was supposed to return to Ladybug.

He wasn’t supposed to be in Marinette’s hotel room of all places, insisting it was his.

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redrew this bc it still makes me laugh