#Littlebug

[nobodyfamousposts]

Dolls AU: Feeding

Adding some more lore to the AU, don’t mind me:

If she was going to keep her new little companion, then she needed to know how to care for him. Part of that was that she needed to know what he would eat.

As such, Marinette decided some testing was in order!

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Chaton had no idea what she was talking about, but was happy to take part, especially when she started bringing him tasty things.

Tikki just giggled.

Marinette ignored the giggles and just focused on keeping track with notebook in hand.

Feeding…

Croissants

Going with small and simple seemed to be a good start, so she started with a croissant from the bakery. They had plenty after all and they were easy enough to get. Her parents wouldn’t notice one or two missing.

Chaton munched contentedly on the buttery pastry piece. Marinette even further tested it by cutting up one croissant into pieces and pairing the other pieces with different foods to see his reactions.

He seemed pleased enough with the first piece by itself. She gave him a second piece with a bit of jam, to which he hummed a little in consideration as he tasted it and ended up finishing it off. The third piece was served with a little cup of Consommé soup, which Chaton clearly enjoyed. The last piece had been cut in half to make a little sandwich with ham and cheese, which was also eaten in short order.

So croissants were a “yes”, along with soup, ham, cheese, and jam.

Protein

Taking the ham croissant sandwich as a starting point, she tested other kinds. Marinette arranged an array of little dishes—small plates for him to test and taste to see which he would be drawn to and which he would avoid.

…there wasn’t much in the latter group. Chaton seemed to like everything.

Ham was already acceptable, so she started with leftovers—plain chicken, turkey, and a bit of roast. Chaton wasn’t picky and soon enough the other little dishes she prepared were gone. 

Another time, she tested fish dishes. It was a little difficult to explain to her parents why she wanted to try so many types of seafood lately but keep them so plain. Fortunately, she was able to get by with the excuse of health and wanting specifically the flavor of the food in question, and her parents accepted it and sent her on her way with the dishes.

Chaton immediately pounced.

“Well, we know he’s a cat.” Tikki giggled.

Marinette gave a smile and put a star next to fish in the notebook.

Once she confirmed he was okay with meat in general and the types, she later tested more complex and flavorful meals.

Steak Tartare was often an appetizer so it seemed like a good starter. Chaton took to it easy. Steak-frites was simple enough and went over equally well. Other dishes were also devoured without issue or fuss.

She tried more dishes inspired by her mother’s side of the family and while she worried a bit about how he would take to the sauces and spices, Chaton didn’t have too much trouble. So at least he wasn’t too much like a cat.

Eggs were probably fine. She hadn’t actually tried to test it so much as she accidentally found out when Chaton had gotten to the quiche she brought up for dinner at one point and ate most of it before she had returned and caught him. It nearly gave her a heart attack though.

She was only a little exasperated and the poor guy looked so guilty. She just pet him with a soft reassurance and got herself another slice.

She carefully brushed off her dad’s comment about how hungry she must be.

Vegetables

She had expected some difficulty with this given the typical aversion most children tended to have for veggies.

Chaton for his part didn’t...hate the vegetables, at least. But he didn’t seem to really like them, either. Not unless they were cooked in things.

Raw lettuce or broccoli were okay. He would eat them if she asked but otherwise didn’t seem particularly interested. He wasn’t reluctant or unhappy about it. Indifferent would probably be the best description.

But spinach quiche or carrot soup were definitely preferred. Even tossed into a salad with a vinaigrette and other toppings was well received.

She hadn’t even had to direct him to eat. Most times when she came in with a tray, he would easily approach with curiosity or excitement. Really, she had a harder time finding food he didn’t like.

She tried to ask Chaton about it, but his answer didn't really make sense.

Warm

Marinette was understandably confused by that. The croissants had cooled a bit by the time she got one to Chaton. And the ham certainly wasn’t heated, being taken right from the refrigerator. Neither was the jam. Or the raw vegetables. Some of the soups and other dishes were served chilled.

Warm, he insisted.

She decided to accept the answer for now and just keep the statement in mind.

Sweets

Chaton clearly had a favorite.

Cookies, cookies, cookies.

Pan, cakes, pies, tarts, cannolis. As long as it was a pastry of some sort—puff, choux, filo, it didn’t matter. Fresh from the oven or a little stale, he enjoyed them all. On the plus side, it was a way of managing the surplus at the bakery.

Marinette marked down on her notepad, sticking her tongue out as she concentrated on writing each one.

Macarons though, were a favorite. Noted and underlined.

Chaton practically inhaled them.

Tikki giggled. “Well of course! They are the best, after all.”

“I do worry though.” Marinette said as she put her pen down and watched Chaton noming on another buttered pastry. “There’s no manual for this. I have no way of knowing if he has allergies and sensitivities. Well it’s nice that he’ll eat anything I bring him, that is a worry in itself that he may end up eating something not good for him.”

Not that she felt she was helping with that as she opened a container of a small store brand cake she had bought for a small dessert.

“Chaton seems to know what is good to eat, though.” Tikki pointed out. “I think you can trust him to know what is good for him.”

Marinette made a face. “Though the way he’s going, he may end up eating nothing but croissants and cookies.”

Tikki looked up at her, innocently.

“And what’s wrong with that?”

“Tikki!”

The kwami giggled.

Marinette sighed and shook her head at the antics. With the latest meal done, she gathered up the plates and headed downstairs to clean them.

Taking advantage of the situation, Chaton climbed up the desk and stared at the new food that his Creator had brought. Curious, he sniffed at the cake and gave a tentative nom.

He immediately made a sour face and backed away.

Tikki giggled.

Chaton looked at the Pinkling, confused and wondering why his Creator would like such a thing.

Tikki patted him on the head.

“Don’t worry. Humans just have a sense of taste that isn’t as strong as yours.”

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“She won’t eat, Plagg!”

“Maybe she doesn’t need to?”

“C’mon, Littlebug...” He entreated, holding up the fork with a piece of salad to her. “Please?”

She stared up at him, looking almost sad. Then finally turned her head away.

He didn’t get it! His meals were specifically tailored to be nutritious and healthy for him. So surely they should be good for Littlebug too, right?

But she wouldn’t eat anything. She seemed to bristle when he tried to feed her. At first he thought she may just not like the specific meal…or the next…or each of the ones after that.

But it had been a week and she hasn’t eaten anything. That wasn’t normal, was it?

“Can you at least tell me what’s wrong?” He pleaded. 

She paused, considering for a moment, before wrapping her arms around herself as if trying to give herself a hug.

She shivered a little and looked up at him pitifully.

Cold

“Cold?” He asked, uncertain. “Is it too cold?”

She hesitated before nodding.

He didn’t understand though. Sure, the salad was chilled, but the rest of the meal was still warm. Previous times, he had worried that he had waited too long to sneak her food so he had taken to sneaking her to the table or having his meals in his room. 

It didn’t make a difference. Even other meals that were piping hot were soundly rejected. She refused to take so much as a nibble, only ever frowning at the food when she saw it.

No amount of cajoling on Adrien’s part could get her to eat and he just didn’t know why!

“But it just came from the kitchen! I could microwave it if it’ll help.”

She shook her head insistently.

Cold

Then she held out her arms to Adrien wanting a hug.

Adrien immediately picked her up and held her close, unsure if he was comforting her or himself. He was worried. What if she didn’t eat and got sick? Magic or not, she needed to take in sustenance somehow, right? Nothing really lived without needing to eat—even plants still subsisted on water, nutrients in the soil, and sunlight.

“Relaaax.” Plagg drawled, waving dismissively. “There have been tons of golems over the centuries and plenty of them didn’t eat.”

“But how do you know?”

Plagg gave him a look. “I’m a kwami! Do you really think I wouldn’t know what I’m talking about?”

What followed was a lesson only outmatched by Plagg’s previous lecture giving a detailed breakdown of the cheese-making process, of what happens and what is necessary for it to work, and why that makes it the most artful form of destruction and the pinnacle of what mankind can achieve. The lecture Adrien got after he complained one too many times about the Camembert and how gross it was. 

This one wasn’t nearly as bad though. Mostly because it addressed his worry, and the subject itself was pretty interesting.

“In lieu of food, she gets her energy from the ambient energy and magic around her.  In this case, me and you. It’s why she’s so huggy.” Plagg explained, gesturing to Littlebug who was still cuddling close to the blond.

“So she’ll really be okay without food?” Adrien asked, looking down at Littlebug in worry and hugging her back.

Plagg shrugged. “Don’t sweat it. Golems are magic. They don’t technically need to eat. It just supplements the energy she uses to function.”

“Are you sure?” Adrien asked.

“Plenty of golems never ate.” Plagg insisted lazily, waving off the issue.

“And what happened to them?”

Silence.

A long pause followed.

“…Plagg?”

Silence.

“There are still other golems around, right Plagg?”

Plagg started to sweat.

Adrien frowned, growing more anxious. “Plagg?”

The kwami ignored the question and cleared his throat.

“Yeaaaah we may need to start you on magic lessons.”

[theglitchything]

I think Poppy would be a good momma, how about you? 0:

I do, neighborr!! I do!!! >w<

[nobodyfamousposts]

So cute!

Can we get more of Chaton Noir?

It’s @nobodyfamousposts ‘s AU

Chaton Noir and Littlebug are so cute.

[rosekasa]

do you ever just remember the insanely skilled people you're friends with and feel like this spiderman meme

[heartfulselkie]

@coffeebanana !!! My fabulous wife in angstimony! I was your Littlebug Secret Santa!! Are you surprised? Are you?? Probably not

I know you love a bit of Ladrien, and I know you especially love putting Adrien Through It™. Of course I am going to give my spouse whatever she desires! (After all I enjoy a bit of angst too..!)

I'll let you decide what happened here. Did Adrien jump in to protest his Lady without transforming? A confrontation with Monarch gone wrong? Or did he just have a lot of tomato soup and got sleepy now that he's full, but Ladybug is distraught because he made a mess and that's going to stain dammit!

[milabeedoodling]

“My Lady...” Adrien's hand was on the side of her face, caressing her freckled cheekbone with his clawed thumb so softly, so tender that it was threatening to melt Marinette to a pile of goo. “I need to know who Buttercup is” His voice was a mere whisper, Adrien's eyes pleaded for her answer, his face at the verge of breaking, but his eyes, his bright beautiful green eyes surrounded by black were shining so brightly that Marinette felt herself flush. She couldn't leave him without an answer and the words couldn't get out of her throat. “Oh, Chaton” Marinette slowly cupped his hand in her's, softly squeezing as she leaned more into it's warmth.

“It's always been you”

HIIII @asukiess I'M YOUR SECRET SANTA!! As soon as i got your preference list i got hit with an epiphany and had to do all of the things the list said at once and good lord was it a challenge. I am so very happy that i did make this because it was also giving me the brainrot.

I LOVE YOU & HAPPY HOLIDAYS

[maridotnet]

me n my buddies made a vday-themed ml zine back in feb, and I never got around to posting my part of it - here it is I hope you like it because i personally think it's THE CUTEST thing!!!!

here's the link to the full story if you want to read it, which you SUPER do: Littlebug Vday Zine! it has all the extremely talented most shining stars of today's field in it (aka my friends + the love square) btw in this au, adrien and marinette never went to school together, and mari is filling in for her makeup artist friend juleka, who's sick and also maybe shipping adrinette...

[aanabear2803]

Herrow, no one asked but here are the little shits I made this year :D

I made them based on the pattern that was given to me by @redundant-lava in the @littlebug-vday-zine

You can find it here. It's free!

The pattern they had is for Roarr and Daizzi. If you cannot tell, I did not make them XD. But! They are the same design except for the leggies. Because I just wanted stubby legs ._.

[coffeebanana]

top 5 moments from littlebugs tikki

no no no you don't just get to call this a joke in your next ask i am taking this seriously 😌. so, in no particular order, here's what i found in my search history (actually. this is long so i will put the many screenshots under the cut askjbfdskjd)

tikki the alcoholic

2. tikki horny on main

3. tikki about to commit crimes

4. the one where tikki is literally just (the only) girl

5. all the times she made this HILARIOUS joke

honorable mention: EVERY DAMN TIME SHE TOLD ME TO WORK ON MTL FIC

[wackus-bonkus-maximus]

A reminder of your crowning achievement 😌

Truly you are the most hurtful to the blorbos

[nobodyfamousposts]

(Just putting this out there because YouTube recommends been sending doctor who clips while I was craving doll au.) Since chaton and little bug often dimensions travel; what are the chances of them crossing path with The Doctor (not picking on which incarnation)?

Doctor: (Studying the Dolls) You aren’t any alien species I know of. Though you do resemble a couple of constructs I’ve seen, you are quite different. (Picks up Chaton and looks him over) Not mechanical or biological, but still sentient. You are very much alive!

Chaton: (Purrs)

Doctor: Alive and lively! Remarkable!

Littlebug: (Playing with his sonic screwdriver)

Doctor: Should I be letting her play with that?

Doctor: (Shrugs) Eh, I’m sure it’s fine. They’re children. She’s just a little curious.

Littlebug: (Pushes a button and creates sparks)

Doctor: Ah. Right. They are children. (Immediately takes the screwdriver) No no! None of that now!

Doctor: (Holding Littlebug and Chaton with one arm and the sonic screwdriver in the other hand) All right, maybe a BIT more supervision is needed but it's fine!

Chaton: (Nomming on his arm)

Littlebug: (Trying to grab the sonic screwdriver)

Doctor: …this is fine.

[theglitchything]

I getsz cryin szpellz of’en when wittle :(

[lesbitorte]

@wackus-bonkus-maximus be like:

"kill them with kindness" WRONG. BROOM 🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹

[asukiess]

Heads Up, Seven Up

ty for the tag @coffeebanana <3

Rules: Post the last seven lines of your WIP, and then tag no more than seven people to continue.

I’ve been rotating like three different LadyNoir stories so I picked the one that has the most established plot.

The gears in her head begin spinning spirals, he can tell, so he doesn’t waste a moment to speak first.

“What…is this?”

It’s like a spell breaks from her, he can see the glaze of her eyes clear, and his stomach sinks because of course it was too good to be true.

He knows he’ll be thinking of this for the rest of his days.

She purses her lips. Looks from the ground to his chest, finally meeting his eyes with a question in hers. “Can’t we just have this?”

He’s nodding his head before he knows it. He moves a hand to tuck one of her side strands behind her ear.

I’ll no-pressure-seriously tag @literaphobe and @rosie-b <3

[g1ngerbeer]

…….booop

boooped

[littledinohours]

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Hey There!

This is a sideblog for our syskids, though if we're being honest, it's mostly a sideblog for E since the other kids front way less than he does. Expect lots of reblogged dinosaurs and sharks. While it is their blog, it is supervised by older alters just to be safe. Names are changed for comfort.

While we don't tag as agere since this blog is run by syskids, the kids do often look through and reblog from those tags. If we ever repost something from you and you want us to remove it for whatever reason, please feel free to send an ask and we'll take it down. Sorry!

Who Might Post Here

W - 20, he/they, host, only here to keep an eye on things, signs off with #🐀hostpost

E - Ageslides 2-7, he/him, loves dinosaurs and coloring, signs off with #💚dinotime

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We will just block if we're made uncomfortable