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Chat Noir, *pointing*: May I sit there?
Marinette: That's my lap
Chat Noir: That doesn't answer my question, Princess
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- how many times did you replay this fight scene?
- YES.
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It wouldn't be a series season finale without a Chat Noir pep talk.
Episode 52 Part 15 First < Previous > Next Season 1, Season 2, Season 3, Season 4, Season 5 Ep 41, Ep 42, Ep 43, Ep 44 Ep 45, Ep 46, Ep 47, Ep 48, Intermission, Ep 49, Ep 50, Ep 51
Our New Ladybug~
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Scarlet Lady AU Chapters Master Post - Season 1
If you’re on mobile, my links (which go to my blog’s Season Chapter pages) probably don’t work for you, so instead here’s a Master Post of the chapters.
Keep reading
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If the people of Forks made memes:





Edit: yes there is a typo here, pls stop mentioning it



This took so fucking long to make, but please do enjoy

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i was thinking about ladybug hearing chat laugh. then i thought about the time someone complimented my laugh in middle school and i responded with ‘sorry’. that’s it
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Y'all.
What on EARTH would we have done if Marinette lived in a normal room with a tiny window instead of an attic room with a balcony?
How would 98% of the MariChat fics even work?
No trapdoor to tap on.
No bed directly beneath it for Chat to try avoiding getting his boots on.
No brooding Marinette leaning on the railing for him to notice.
NO ORIGINAL BALCONY SCENE IN GLACIATOR.
No potted plants for Chat to knock over (on accident, of course).
Heck, Plagg wouldn't even be able to hang out with Tikki on the deck chair.
That balcony has given us EVERYTHING.
#balconyappreciation
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Chat Noir: So you remember the plan if I ever get shot, right?
Marinette: Of course.
Chat Noir: What is it?
Marinette: In the case of you ever getting shot, as you fall to the ground, I am to sing MMM WHATCHA SAY no matter the circumstances.
Chat Noir: Very good, princess ;)
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some miscalculations were made
idea, as usual, completely belongs to @sha-nwa
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happy valentine’s day from the emptiest head in paris
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thomas really had us going by saying that all the s4 eps are gonna be crazy like chat blanc and then came at us with the episode title: mr pigeon #72
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Adrien: Because we’re friends aren’t we?
(Translation to what he meant.)
Adrien: Listen you ugly lying talentless b**** you are going to fix the mess you put my Marinette in or I will ruin your existence. You will experience a hell so vile that you will beg for mercy and receive none. Do I make myself clear you garbage eating slug?
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heroes don’t take sick days
ko-fi
Getting sick wasn’t apart of the job description.
“I thought the miraculous protected against stuff like this,” he says, grabbing a tissue to blow into. Plagg floated up next to him, Camembert in his tiny paws and looking cautiously.
“The miraculous protects against bad injuries on the job, or tries to at least. We can’t stop every bruise and cut from happening. But for the flu?” Plagg shoves the entire bit of cheese into his mouth, talking around it as he continues. “You’re on your own for this one.”
Adrien blew harshly into the tissue, glaring at his reflection in his computer monitor. “This sucks. I never got sick before.”
“It’s school. People are going to be spreading germs around like they’re passing notes. You’ll live.”
“Will I?” Adrien asks, coughing. He felt his throat ache, horribly dry, and reached over for the cup of tea Nathalie had brewed for him.
“Yes,” Plagg answers, rolling his eyes. “I don’t know how you’re gonna make it through today’s patrol. You better message Ladybug and tell her you can’t make it.”
“And miss patrol?” he asks, nearly sputtering on his tea.
“You’re sick, Adrien.”
“I’m perfectly fine.”
“No, you’re not. Anyone with two eyes could tell that. Or, anyone with a phone.” Plagg gestures to Adrien’s phone, where there was a steady stream of notifications coming in from Instagram, a result from his post.
“Okay, so maybe I shouldn’t have posted that,” he admits. “But, Adrien’s sick. Chat Noir’s not.”
“Adrien, you’re Chat Noir.”
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Listen. I'm old and I've been doing this a long damn time. Writing is not a science. Are you someone who can write on a deadline? Someone who word counts and sprints and has goals and tracks their progress? Good for you, you funky lil star.
Are you someone who writes when the mood takes them? Who flies out of bed in the middle of the night to jot down a scene? Who can go weeks writing nothing and then spew out 10k of glorious beauty in three hours? Way to go, you fucking gem.
Don't let the culture of writing stop you from writing. Don't let people tell you the 'right way' to write.
Defend your art and the way you do it.
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