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What is your favorite part of hero day

Plagg Pats

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Quick doodle while watching eva :D

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Text Starters!

Send ✉ for an 2 AM text

Send ✘ for an unsent text

Send ☠ for a threatening message

Send ❤ for a lusty/loving/affectionate message

Send ♣ for a drunk message

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Miraculous Ladybug! I absolutely adore this show! Can’t wait for the next season! :) Will be selling these prints at Overload and Armageddon this year ;) 

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Send “Who are YOU?” to meet a Muse from one of Muns other blogs!

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Félix rolled his eyes, reaching up to stop the pressing in his cheek and hopefully appeasing Plagg with a scratch between his ears. 

“You realize that just because it’s Halloween, laws are still technically in place and we shouldn’t do anything illegal. And I can buy you as much cheese as you want.”

But if there was something he could agree upon with his kwami, it was to not transform today. He wasn’t sure if it was the day, or full moon that would come or whatever but he was certain his bad luck was just barely resisting bubbling to the surface of his ring. Last thing he wanted was to be tripping over his own feet off buildings.

“But I can approve to no working, and I’ll let you do one trick. But only one. After that we’ll go home and you can be fed.” Perhaps he was also feeling a tad mischievous in his own way letting the kwami partake in the fun he desired. 

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             While the petting did appease his tapping and relax him ( soft purrs subconsciously vibrating his small body ), the mischievous cat was not about to allow the touch to go on unchecked -- humans touching him so wantonly rarely failed to annoy him. Claws extended, he swipes at the hand behind his ears, not hard enough to draw blood, but to send a message.

             “Spoilsport,” he bemoans, kicking off from his less-than-ideal bed to avoid retaliation. While his responsible attitude made for an excellent hero, it certainly made for a wet blanket of a partner, as well.

             “Fine. I saw some kids throwing these white rolls of parchment over a house -- let’s do that! To, erm,” arms crossed, he paused for a moment to attempt recollection of a particular name, “That one bakery. Jerry and Sabrina’s, or something.”

             Belatedly, it occurs to him that doing something so brazenly on Halloween ran a strong chance to get Félix caught, especially with the curse the ring left upon him. Plagg grinned an impish grin; perhaps that would prove a far more interesting way to spend his night.

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[[ headcanon!

           plagg really likes sleeping in hair. he prefers it free of product, freshly blow dried ( and still warm! ), thick, and long for maximum comfort. for the shorter haired ring holders, he settles for digging himself a little nest on the top of their heads. many of his humans don’t like it so much for the tangles he leaves behind, but think it’s adorable enough to allow anyway.

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             Though Plagg rarely indulged himself in playing voice of reason, this time, he felt compelled to do so. Small paws prodded into her temple for attention, a silent request to halt her furious pacing.

             “I hear ya, after a few years rest, all this work is exhausting!” he tries initially, playing up the humor, “But -- you don’t sound much like a hero right now.”

             Alya would not be the first human he’s witnessed fall prey to their emotions. Most of the time, he was more inclined to merely letting them handle it themselves; on those occasions, the likelihood of misusing the power he gave them skyrocketed. This human ( this one he didn’t simply tolerate as per the norm, but actually enjoyed his time with ) he desperately didn’t want to be forced to part with, simply due to a rash bout of rage.

             His voice dropped into a rarely-seen serious tone, a grave sign, “Listen: when ya got that ring on your hand, you’re a force of destruction. You let it get to you, and you can do way more damage than Hawkmoth ever could dream of. Trust me. Don’t forget that.”

             Bobbing back up into his usual self, he hopped into Alya’s fluffy curls, settling himself into a heated bed. “Insteada getting all worked up, let’s get some food. I haven’t eaten in three hours and I’m starving!”

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@pestedeschat 🧡’d my angst starter call

🐱📱 “When I find Hawkmoth I’m going to kill him” Alya snarled, fists clenching as her shoulders trembled.

She paced restlessly across her room, “He’s akumatized my family, my friends, even me! UGH it’s so frustrating playing by the rules and being good when that…that MONSTER is out there defiling more and more people!”

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🎐Duusu had been asleep for quite sometime. After all there wasn’t much to do when one was trapped within their miraculous. Often times they felt the faint auras of two familiar kwamis… but they couldn’t pinpoint who… especially since they couldn’t physically manifest.

The energy, the aura-! It was much closer this time. At least closer then any of the other times they had felt it. Focusing their own energy, they were able to shake the box they were within and made it glow. Hopefully that would be enough…

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             A sharp shuddering sound caused a flinch for the surprised cat, and instinctive reaction to hide away. However, the noise grew no louder, and the door’s knob never turned, so hesitantly, Plagg continued his search. Within dusty shelves and desk drawers, he found nothing, but at once, the memory of Gabriel’s mysterious safe of secrets hit him like a brick to the head.

             ( bingo! )

             A lovely hue, and the powerful sensation of another kwami assaulted his senses as he flits through the safe door, close enough to identify the particular one, one he hadn’t expected, but was more than a little relieved to find.

             Without further hesitance, he darted to the box and popped it open, jewel-like eyes glittering not only from the bright light washing over him, but excitement.

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what i really want to happen:

post reveal (or in any situation where adrien meets tikki & talks to her for an extended amount of time). tikki tells adrien “i’ve never seen plagg this happy before, and I’ve known him for millenia. he really loves you.” 

adrien cries

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this part was the cutest and most op thing i have seen in miraculous so far 

i made a little animation redraw sans the destroying of half paris xD

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             As the graceless cat yanked himself out a seat and plopped down, his nose cutely curled at the offensive odor wafting through the air. Rather than responding appropriately to the polite greeting, he cringed and jabbed a finger in the direction of her lovely china.

             “How do ya manage chokin’ down that weird leaf water? It’s so bitter, and unpalatable!”

             ( the irony, when one considers his human preferences, was lost on him. )

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A soft smile was plastered on the girl’s face whilst she could  seen sitting a small white table which had a teapot and a fine china cup on a saucer which contain tea that had steam coming off as if the tea was just recently done.

“Greeting Plaggs.” Pollen spoke in her usually formal voice  as she looked at the other; clearly happy to see him considering it has been awhile since they both last saw each other.

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             Though he would sooner die before turning down his most beloved food, the cat cannot help but feeling displeased with the response. Staying home, in this stifling environment filled with uncomfortable memories and oppressive emptiness would not do at all -- at least, not if Plagg had his way.

             ( and it was rather unusual when he did not. he could be quite persuasive. )

             “That’s my hard-times stash!” he insists, kicking off Adrien’s head to float before his eyes, arms crossed. “We should go out instead. Get some fresh air, feel the Paris sun on my fur...”

             Plagg was not well known for his ability to pick up on things. In fact, he scarcely remembered exactly how much humans tended to consume, or needed rest, in spite of spending time with many humans over his lifetime. The fact that he managed to pick up on Adrien’s diet ( or lack thereof ) was a dire sign, one that the kwami could not allow to continue.

             “Let’s go somewhere fancy! You can sneak me scraps!”

             Out among the masses, getting a good meal into him, and spending time spreading his wing was exactly the treatment Plagg had decided Adrien needed to brighten his mood.

             As if to entice him, he adds, “I’ll even let you transform without complaining about it... mostly.”

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Plagg settling on his head was a welcoming pressure, it was small but soothing and comforting. He didn’t know why it brought him comfort, maybe it was because he wasn’t alone anymore, but he really appreciated it.

As the kwami spoke, he frowns a little but mostly to himself. Adrien wonders how long Plagg was alone for, and wonders if Plagg actually enjoyed being free. He hoped he did, he hoped being with him wasn’t an awful experience. Though, hearing the kwami confirming that Adrien wasn’t alone anymore was nice.

He always felt caged, trapped but he was beginning to push the doors open to find a way to find freedom. To find himself, to find what he’d been forbidden from seeing.

The mention of food causes him to cringe a little, debating on what he could or couldn’t eat. No matter what he hate, he’d have to work it off.. A few laps as Chat Noir maybe, or skipping another meal. He was so busy.. All the time, missing meals and eating a little was a routine..

“I’ll see what camembert is laying around for you, okay? Should still be some in your cheese cupboard..”

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“I use to wish you’d leave, but I take it back.”

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             “Don’t ya think it’s a little too late for that, Kate?”

             Cold, unfamiliar machinery surrounding him, beyond, the oppressing, terrifying expanse of space. His planet, the place he swore to protect? Who knows. Tikki now must shoulder the burden he promised to carry with her, and stand with her Ladybug alone.

             ( not that it was much different than before. )

             “I wish you had told me that a long time ago, before you dragged me away from my home to this – this nothing!”

             He’s yelling. He doesn’t mean to, truly hurting Katie would make him sick, but he can’t stop himself. He’s utterly helpless, to space, to her, to his own roiling emotions. Pacing helps calm him, keep him from further lashing out, but his thoughts plague him, driving him mad, shouting at him to attack her where she would bleed the most, to remind her who is to blame.

             “You may feel better with me here – I mean,” he scoffs with a manic grin, “who wouldn’t? But I wish I were anywhere else but with you.”

             As the words roll off his tongue, they immediately left behind an empty guilt, a burning regret that begged him to reach out and claw the words back in. The worst part? It had made him feel a little better. She would just have to understand.

             After all, it wasn’t as if she had much choice.

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‘ freedom is really hard to get used to. ’

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             Pensively, Plagg frowned. Before offering his response, he chose to float up and settle himself into the mess of shiny blonde hair. Humans, as he could tell, tended to find contact soothing – as far as he could tell Adrien needed that. Heck, Plagg was feeling so generous that he’d allow the kid to stroke his fur ( without being swatted at ) if he were so inclined.

             “Takes time to adjust,” he says into the golden strands, “but now you have me to get used to it with, yeah? Ya ain’t alone here, kid.”

             Paw pads wrap around and gently tug at the soft hair. In an obvious attempt to lighten the mood, he suggests, “Why don’t we get some food to get your mind off it? I’m starving!”

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‘ would you even miss me? ’

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             His tongue weighed heavy in his mouth, unsure of the words that desired formation. Fingers twitched anxiously, pulling at his jacket sleeves, knotting together, anything that would betray his thoughts. An overwhelming part of him wished to forsake any narcissism and answer her with frankness, but to put himself so nakedly out there was frightening.

             “What – what kind of question is that?” he finally managed. Hollowly, he laughed. “Of course! Heck, I miss you like crazy when we go separately with our humans! Why would you think–?”

             At once, his lower jaw snapped shut, cutting the sentence in half and felling his pained smile. The words he couldn’t say, for his own selfish sake: Why would you think that I could get along without you?

             Unchecked destruction would only bear chaos. Unchecked creation is the backbone of the planet. He needs her, but she ( in his own opinion ) does not need him,

             –and that is terrifying.

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‘  i once wished you’d leave me alone,  but i take it back.  ’

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             “You’d be surprised how often I get that. Water under the bridge.”

             Tension prevailed through not only words, but his small form as well. No matter how her opinion has changed, to be rejected still stung ( –and no amount of rejection he faces ever makes it easier. ) Such an affront would not be easily forgiven, let alone forgotten, but for the sake of his job, he hadn’t much choice than to put aside his ego and let it go.

             Regardless of his swallowed feelings, he grinned his famous catlike grin, as if to prove the sincerity behind his words. Rocky starts were oftentimes the norm for some of the best partners he had – he genuinely hoped that would be the case this time.

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