#adrien is a sentimonster

[uptoolateart]

Adrien: There's...something you don't know about me...about my identity. Something I've been keeping secret a long time.

Marinette: Oh, Adrien, it's okay! I already know you're a sentibeing - and I don't care! I love you just the same!

Adrien: Wait, WHAT??

Marinette: ...you're a...sentibeing? Isn't that what you wanted to tell me?

Adrien: ...no! I was going to tell you I'm Cat Noir!!

Marinette: You're WHAT??

Adrien: I'm WHAT??

[aalissy]

Ok but genuinely, at this point, I don’t understand how people can deny Adrien is a sentimonster. Gabriel touching the ring and demanding he cancel the date with Marinette, which Adrien proceeds to do until Nathalie touches the OTHER ring and cancels out the order… whoooo boy I feel so bad for this sweet cinnamon roll 🥺

[masilvi]

I had this really weird post-vaccine fever dream back in... was it july..? 2021 and have been trying to finish it since then

The dream was about Felix giving the two rings to Adrien and telling him not to use them (?) until the time was right (what does that mean?? I don’t know! they didn’t tell me in the dream, which was quite rude tbh 😠)

BUT THEN! I had the ✨AMAZING✨ idea of turning what was going to be a simple comic into a set of (””simple””) animated gifs because I wanted to mimic the “camera movements” and the creepy atmosphere of that dream

All I could finish was this *sobs*

animation was a mistake, please someone come and kick my but so I can finally finish this someday soon lmao

[imovyn]

heehoo i have many large thoughts about the aftermath of him finding out he’s a sentimonster

[eggshoom-blog]

scara part 2 coming tomorrow! sorry I didn't have it prepared I didn't know it would go by so fast 0-0. here is an old meme I made a while back ago lol

[frosted-luckycharms]

why i love the sentiadrien theory.

(NOTE: this isn't a list of reasons why i believe the theory's true, i know that's already been talked about and debated a lot. these are just reasons i think it's a good twist in the story.)

it has the potential to be so powerful for adrien's character arc. whenever he finds a way to free himself, whether that's by getting a hold of his own amok, or even figuring out how to destroy his connection to it (personally i love the foil-miraculous theory so im rooting for the concept of a cool upgraded cataclysm), it'll be so meaningful as a symbol of overcoming abuse and finding freedom. ESPECIALLY if that comes in the image of using the power of destruction he was given to cataclysm his metaphorical shackles just like how he's cataclysmed physical cages and walls so many times throughout the show. just. the SYMBOLISM. chefs kiss

whenever mari/ladybug finds out about this, hopefully we'll get to see her go all Fierce Protector Mode to defend adrien/chat and encourage him that he's still an amazing and valid person (please?? this would be so cute????)

also since marinette, who holds the miraculous of creation, is known for her bravery, agency, and creativity- traits adrien as a senti never had a chance to have growing up- it gives more reason to root for her and adrien's relationship. she can help him heal, bring out his humanity and grow into himself. if that makes sense?? i read a rlly cool meta on this once but i forget who wrote it:(

it gives a meaningful reason for emilie's death. the plot of the show literally wouldn't exist if not for emilie dying (or falling into a coma if that's what you prefer), and it would be a bit anticlimactic to find out that the reason she died was because she just wanted to create, idk, robot assistants or a pet dog or something. whoever emilie created, she DIED for them, and so imo it only makes sense that the being she created was adrien, her child.

sentimonsters are such a good metaphor for abuse. since the show's for kids, it's hard to talk blatantly about heavy topics like abuse, but this lets them deal with it in a kid-friendly way. and i know this has been discussed already, but i don't think that using a magical metaphor lessens the gravity of the issue at all. as i saw someone point out, miraculous has always been a show that uses magical metaphors (akumas, superhero disguises, you name it) to talk about real-life issues both kids and adults deal with, and personally i think that's really beautiful.

it just..... honestly makes the show so much more interesting/dark/angsty???? in a way that's chillingly unexpected, but also makes so much narrative SENSE looking back on it, which i think we can all agree is the best kind of plot twist. personally as much as i love the lighthearted funny parts of the show (i do!!!), i've always been drawn to the contrast of its more tragic, epic-scale side (especially since seeing cat blanc aka my favorite episode lol). IM NOT EVIL I JUST LIKE PAIN, OK

all the potential for angsty fanarts/fics/other fanworks. i've seen quite a few of these but i know there's also a lot more out there i haven't seen yet, and i just love all the concepts that fans are exploring because of this theory.

sentimonster jokes/memes are hilarious sorry. but not really sorry because i am 1000% sure adrien "i-cope-with-my-problems-with-humor" agreste will be TOTALLY on board the jokes too once he gets over the initial shock/existential horror/etc

ok i think that's all i have off the top of my head but if anyone else thinks of more reasons plz reblog and add on!!! let's get some more positivity for this show's writing and for our senti cat child because he sure deserves it <333

[rosabell14]

@sentisugar

Day 2: twins

 “Just like twins, the two of them don’t you think so too?” 

  Felix grows up with these words, ever since childhood, they follow him everywhere whenever he and Adrien are seen together, and they’re seen together often. Amelie and Emilie are always together despite living in different countries. They would never allow things like growing up or distance put a wedge between them. It would only make sense that their children always play together. Felix never minds the comparison much, it simply intrigues him. He knows that he and Adrien are cousins but no one he knows looks this much like their cousins so he wonders why he and Adrien are alike. Felix prides himself on being smart; Aunt Emilie calls him curious and encourages him to always ask questions and try to find the answer to them. So Felix does his research and finally puts meaning to the label that follows him and Adrien

Twin noun /twIn/ : One of two children born at the same time to the same mother

It makes sense in hindsight. The Graham de Vanily sisters are close, when two young girls joint by the hip and two adult mothers, sharing everything with each other. It makes sense to his young mind that they’d share their children as well.

 He doesn’t mind having Adrien as a cousin nor as a twin really. The Graham the Vanily sisters are as close when adults as they once were children. Felix can only hope that he and Adrien can follow their example.

***

 “Do it again, do it again!” Adrien insists and Felix smiles at his enthusiasm. 

“Okay, but this is the last time.” It’s a lie and they both know it, he’d gladly perform magic tricks for Adrien until the time he leaves if asked. Magic tricks are something that fascinate Felix, all the spectacle of the performers, the awed looks of the watchers are amazing but what he really likes are the secret mechanisms that makes people believe something extraordinary is happening.; a shortcut to actual magic. So you can imagine his excitement when his father told him he’d start teaching him a few. He takes another tied rope and holds it up so that Adrien can see it. Then with utmost care, folds the rope unto itself in a way that the there are two nots interloped with each other and he covers the second one with his fingers so that Adrien doesn’t see it. He takes the scissors and cuts the rope and puts it in his mouth, it’s something both for distraction and suspense and so he can hide the cut piece of rope under his tongue. When he takes the rest of the rope out of his mouth, it looks like the rope is restored. 

“Wow!” Adrien’s mouth forms and O. “How do you do it?”

Felix smiles. “That’s for me to know. Your job is to be dazzled. ” 

Adrien pouts. “You said you’d teach me!”

“If you beat me at chess.” Felix reminds him of their deal. It’s a good deal because he knows he’d win. Adrien is always too quick, so quick that he acts without thinking. His moves are always shortsighted.

Adrien folds his arms. “It’s not fair though. You’re so good!” Felix sits a little bit straighter at the compliment. “And I don’t have anyone to practice with…”

Seeing Adrien upset is always tedious. He looks like a cat that had his milk taken away and is now looking at you with big, bulging, shining eyes. Felix can never deal with cats, so he needs to fix it. “Hey, how about we pull a trick on your gorilla?”

 Adrien’s eyes start shining like emerald. His horrid chess skills and unlearned magic tricks forgotten. He’s always up for playing with Felix, especially when they’re up for ‘mischief’ as his mother calls it. Felix can always count on him on that department. 

“Yeah!” He stumbles into his feet. “Let’s do it!”

See? Adrien’s the best. 

“Alright then, we’ll have to fix your hair.” He starts tousling Adrien’s hair in an effort to straighten it up. Adrien makes an annoyed noise and tries to get away from under his arms but Felix’s other arm holds him tightly. Felix has to stop himself from laughing. It’s a game the two of them always play and the real pride comes when they manage to not get fooled into getting tricked. 

“Ah! Felix, Let me go? Why can’t we just mess up your hair? ”

“Because yours is easier.”  Felix lies. Their hair is as similar as it can get, it would take the same amount of effort into making it look like the other’s, which is not much to begin with. They can change it up to look like each other’s with a sweep of their hand. Felix’s exaggerated movements may be just a little bit intentional.

“No it’s not! Let go of me! Ah Felix! I hate you…”

And he can’t hold back his laughter anymore. “No, you don’t.”

***

   Emilie Agreste nee Graham de Vanily (and Felix always thought her maiden name fitted her much better.) is an image of perfection, with a fountain of golden her, a rosy smile and a symmetrical face, a face that’s currently trying its best to not distort in a fit of laughter. Her presence is like sugar in the air. She looks completely out of place besides-

 “I cannot believe the two of you thought this was funny.” Uncle Gabriel says, voice flat with disinterest and face twisted into an ugly grimace while simultaneously betraying no. It’s a paradox and really an interesting one considering that he didn’t even care enough to realize he’d been spending the entire weekend with his wife’s nephew (It’s Aunt Emilie that figures it out.). It doesn’t surprise him though. The man never spends time with the two of them, not in any way that matters, at best he joins them at dinner, and that’s only due to Aunt Emilie’s insistence. 

 Felix only raises a brow at his uncle’s question, his lips curling into a smile; just to see what Uncle Gabriel’s reaction would be. The man’s frown deepens and somehow he still looks like a wooden scarecrow. Sometimes, Felix wonders if Uncle Gabriel can emote at all.

“It was a little funny though, wasn’t it dear?” Aunt Emilie gives out her bell like laugh. 

 “No, my love,” Times like this, are the only moments that Felix is convinced Uncle is human (He still looks ugly though.)  “I thought it was juvenile and irresponsible.” 

Ire rises within Felix and he opens his mouth but then the doors open. He straightens up and looks back to see his parents and a very bashful Adrien enter. His mother hugs him while Aunt Emilie does the same with her son (a second round of bell like laughter escapes her.) Felix’s attention is on his father though. The man is looking down on him and he looks mad and impressed at the same time. It’s another Paradox, but unlike Uncle Gabriel’s, this is something Felix has to live with everyday. 

“Do not ever do it again.” Uncle Gabriel says and he may seem worried but Felix knows better. He’s just upset that he’s been fooled. If he really cared about Adrien, he wouldn’t ruin his and Aunt Emilie’s chance of spending Christmas with their extended family just because he couldn’t leave his stupid work.  If he cared, he would have noticed something was amiss with his supposed son. 

 Adrien, the poor dumb dear just looks happy his father is hugging him. 

Once they’re in the car his father looks at him from the rearview mirror. “Whose idea was it?” 

Felix bites the inside of his cheeks in trepidation. His father doesn’t wait for a response. “Of course it was you. Adrien would never come up with things like this.” 

 Something ugly twists in his guts. It was true but not quiet. The idea was theirs. Adrien really wanted to spend the holidays in London, and the solution was easy really, Felix never minded spending more time with his aunt, so it would be a win-win situation. But saying any of this, defending himself by saying this was more for Adrien’s sake would be useless.

 Instead, he turns to his mother. “He never even suspected anything.” Because what other thing could he do then changing the subject. “Uncle Gabriel. He wasn’t even around enough to notice. Aunt Emilie figured it out. He’s horrible.”

Father snorts and mother makes a noise of disapproval. “Felix!”

“What? He is! Aunt Emilie deserves better.”

Mother hums. “Well… my sister deserves the very best in the world and Gabriel… isn’t it. So you’re right about that, but I don’t think horrible is the right word here.” 

 Felix doesn’t acknowledge her answer; instead, he looks at the window, avoiding both of their eyes. 

***

His father looks at him like a raptor judging its prey. Felix stares back unflinchingly. Father sighs and hands him back the second place kung fu medal.  “You need to do better Felix.”

“I will.”

Father eyes him with doubt and that hurts more than his chiding. “I head Adrien has gotten first place in junior fencing competition.”

Well that’s what Uncle Gabriel wanted and obeying him is Adrien’s only personality.  He doesn’t say it, mother says things like this are cruel; he can’t help but think them though. 

“I will do better.” He insists.

Father smiles and Felix is thrown into another paradox. “Don’t think that I’m not proud of you, I am. You trained hard. I just want you to reach your full potential. Believe me Felix, you will need it one day. You need to be strong. You are fragile-” There he goes. He always acts like Felix is one step away from breaking, Felix never feels more made from marble than these moments. “You are not like everyone else Felix, one day, I won’t be here and you’ll have to take care of yourself.” He kneels down and cups Felix’s cheeks. “I can’t stand the thought of something happening to you. Your mother would be devastated.”

Felix’s chest tightens. He doesn’t have many people he cares about, people he knows he loves without any doubts and other than Adrien and Aunt Emilie, mother is the most important one, the center of his world. The thought of anything upsetting her makes his stomach churn; even though, he knows how nonsensical it is. He isn’t in any danger, he isn’t fragile, his father never explains what he means by these words.

Felix feels guilty anyway. 

And guilt is one destructive force, one that Felix always tries to avoid it. The best way, really is to stay away from situations that would warrant it.

So he promises with all of his conviction that he’d get first place next time.

“I know you will.” Father smiles. “Now come on. I’ll teach you that card trick you always wanted to learn.”

***

“He should go outside more.” He hears mother say. 

“He’s fine honey.” Father replies. “He and Adrien are very close.”

“Adrien lives in Paris!”

“And yet he’s the only one that he needs. Believe me honey. Adrien’s the only one that can ever understand him.”

Now there is some truths to his father’s words. Him and Adrien are close and Adrien is the only one Felix can call friend, he likes it this way, him and Adrien are different of course, they were family, twins even (Felix is even more sure about it as he gets older). It’s not the same as friends who aren’t family and he knows it. He never felt the need for friendships like that though. He’s always been invited to play dates and as he grows up to parties but he never grasps why. He never gets what makes those events fun, the entire time he feels like observing a herd of animals through a window, trying to understand how he’s supposed to act like them and why.

So yes, his father is right; but it stills niggles at very uncomfortable places within him. Adrien’s the only person that can ever understand him. What does father even mean by that? That there’s something so fundamentally wrong with Felix that only Adrien can tolerate him? Take him in chunk size bites?  

***

“He’s not coming?” Felix’s features are schooled (a thing his father always insists on) but within him is a bubbling rage. “It’s your birthday!” Technically, it’s their birthday, but he doesn’t expect Uncle Gabriel to care about that detail. 

“It’s okay Felix. I’m alright.” Felix can barely stop himself from scoffing. He’s even angrier and he’s confused to why, at his uncle for refusing to leave his stupid, ugly office for one day? At Adrien’s horrible lying skills? He cannot even hide how upset he is!

 “It’s nothing really.” Adrien reassures him. “Mom’s… she’s been having this dizzy spells. He’s really worried.”

Felix can’t stop himself from rolling his eyes this time. “Aunt Emilie is the sick one and she’s here.”

“Still… He tries to tell me that it’s nothing.” More like not telling you anything. “But I know he’s worried. He probably needs to be alone. I’m alright Felix really.”

And Felix is really mad now. Why? He doesn’t know. It shouldn’t bother him but it does. The fact that Adrien just never tries to talk to his father. He’s always willing to make excuses for everything and everyone. A single excuse and he turns to mush. And this is the guy he’s always being compared to? 

Or maybe that he can forgive at all. He’s like a blinding sun, the kind that everyone can bask in its glory. Felix cannot stand his light, so natural that he can’t hope to copy it authentically. 

 “Boys, come down! It’s pictures time!”

It’s Aunt Emilie’s idea. Pull a double twin. They don’t say it of course but anyone looking would mistake them for two generations of twins and this is the point really.

When it’s all done his eyes trail his aunt. Her skin is a little bit paler and she stands for shorter periods of times. Something in him curdles like spoilt milk. 

She caresses his hair. “You’ve grown so much.” It’s all flattery and kindness; he’s just as tall as Adrien. “You and Adrien, you should take care of each other.” 

And as much as he avoids Adrien’s light he covets the same light in hers. As much as he hates it, he can’t hate Adrien for it, not fully. How can he when he knows where Adrien gets it from?

When they go back upstairs he tells Adrien to grab a deck of cards. “I’ll teach you a trick.”

“No way! You never teach your tricks to anyone.” 

“I’m only doing it because it’s your birthday and you’re my favorite cousin.”

“I’m your only cousin.” Adrien frowns.

“That automatically makes you my favorite.” He smirks.

He basks in the light of these happy moments, knowing that once he gets home he’ll live under the shadow Adrien always casts and he’ll start hating it all over again.

***

Sometimes Felix feels like he’s preparing for a battle that will never come. He doesn’t know what it will entail. His father is preparing him and there’s no routine that Felix can attach himself to, no pattern that will tell him where it all leads. He doesn’t know what his father is trying to accomplish and he hates it. He hates not knowing things. 

Father is always there for him. He cherishes it. Especially knowing the alternative, he’s very familiar with it from simply knowing Adrein. His father is always there for him and mother. But that doesn’t mean some things don’t hit too close to home. His father is someone who can adore Felix’s whole existence and allow his disappointment and disapproval to seep into every interaction he has with his son.

 He teaches Felix how to speak, how to mince his words and pay attention to politeness. He teaches him how to have a nerve of steel and a clinical eye, how to predict how cruel people will think and act, to always expect such cruelty. 

 He teaches Felix how to tie a tie and to always look presentable, to look for what people would want to look at.

He encourages him to take as many sport classes as humanly possible, sometimes even participating in the act of teaching himself. He teaches Felix how to always, always hit a target.

And each time whenever Felix questions him, he uses Adrien’s name like a whip, worst of all, he talks about mother, don’t disappoint mother and how can Felix come up with an answer for that? For the shame that comes with even the idea o upsetting her?

More importantly-

***

There they’re again, Felix always finds himself in this position, and yet he never learns. His answer to disapproval is lashing out and doubling down. Mother says that father can stop him from getting into mischief; the truth is that he simply gets better at it. Why does he get better at it?

It’s because, most importantly-

Father looks at Felix whose holding a basketball ball. His expression looks quiet irritated, probably because he specifically forbid Felix from making any noises, he is suffering from horrible headaches recently. Felix isn’t afraid of course, he knows father won’t hurt him but something tells him to just run away, because father is planning something. It’s game time again.

Father gives one last glance at Felix and starts walking toward a table.  He picks up a vase that belongs to mother and then lets it go. It shatters on the floor. “Now Felix, why’d you do such a thing? You need to be careful.”

Felix can only stare at him dumbly. “But I- I didn’t break it. You just-”

“Maybe, maybe not. You are always playing basketball, aren’t you? Sometimes even in places you’re not supposed to. Maybe you decided to do it here and accidentally broke it. No one would be surprised if you did. Your mom wouldn’t if I told her. I’d only describe a plausible scenario.”

He stands there, basking in Felix’s dumbfounded expression. Slowly, he smiles, lips stretching to bare his teeth. This kind of smiles are different than the ones he gives mother, or Felix when he’s happy. This one serves a more animalistic function of reminding others of the teeth ready rip into all of their weak spots. The way he looked at Felix almost made him believe that he broke mother’s vase, so much so that he felt a tinge of guilt over it, which is probably the point. It’s something he shares with Uncle Gabriel. They really love their children guilty. Something in that shame pleased them immensely. In another life, they might have made great inquisitors for the church.

 The moment ends when Father just laughs. “And this, is how you lie Felix. You take most of the truth.”

Felix cannot even spare enough energy to be confused. “What about the vase?”

“Oh, don’t think about it. It’s gabby’s gift. She hates it. She’ll be grateful it’s gone.” Felix slowly learns to hate that sincere tone his father has, so genuine (so much like Adrien) that it loops back into mocking. Felix can’t stay enraged though. He’s just grateful

-Most importantly, his father teaches him how to lie.

***

Aunt Emilie gets sicker, until she’s bedridden. But it’s not some mysterious sickness that takes her away. She just… disappears. 

 There’s a search, the police look for every nook and cranny.

Mother worries, she cries herself to sleep.

Father paces around the house like a madman, he seems even more worried. 

The search finally stops. Uncle Gabriel decides to hold a public funeral.

He stays the entire day next to Adrien. If anyone looks at them thoroughly, they would seem like two mannequins, or two mirrors. Felix finds it fascinating actually. Adrien and Felix might be mistaken as twins, they have a whole game of pretending to be each other that would make others think that maybe the two of them are just so similar that it comes easy for them. That’s the thoughts of someone who only looks at them in a superficial manner. The two of them have enough different characteristics that would definitely make them distinguishable. 

And yet…

And yet, at the day of the funeral, they are absolutely similar; two copies. They’re emptied enough that they simply resemble two voids bouncing off of each other.

***

 Father’s death is slow and unexpected at the same time. He just collapses one day and is taken to the hospital the same day. 

 Three weeks later he dies. 

It should be what rattles him to the core but it’s not. 

It’s the conversation they have in the hospital on father’s last day. He speaks to mother, gives her his ‘I love you’s, and everything a dying man should. Then he calls for Felix to enter the room and Felix thinks about how unprepared he is for this goodbye. 

He’s far less prepared for what he actually says. 

 A lot of people come to talk to Felix in father’s funeral; all of them probably wondering about Felix’s dry eyes and vacant stare. He doesn’t look like he’s in mourning. He looks confused; they say. Oh leave him be! Sometimes shock and grief manifest this way, sometimes; others would answer.

They’d all be right.

They’d all be wrong.

The thing is, Felix actually believes his father. He’s not unfamiliar with magic and super powers. Super heroes with powers are a dime a dozen in New York.  So the idea about magic jewelry that can create life out of thin air isn’t so farfetched. 

 It doesn’t mean that the whole thing doesn’t make Felix’s brain crumble into itself.

He looks at the word twin. The word looks back. 

Felix spends the following days in his room, trying to fight the sickness in his mouth.

His mother is an absolute unit. She holds strong, radiating such sweetness and strength it makes you drunk just being around her.  Felix meanwhile, feels his mind cannibalizing itself each time he thinks about his father, his aunt and uncle and Adrien.

God, Adrien. 

 His father is gone now. And with him is the whisper of Adrien’s shadow coming to shame him. 

He feels rage bubble inside of him. He thinks of Adrien and all he can think of is the word twins, twin boys, twin rings that can control them like puppets and he wants to gouge his own eyes.

He doesn’t hate Adrien though. Not completely. Not in the way he sometimes hates his father with a burning, consuming passion; his father who wielded guilt and shame like a weapon so effectively in his game that Felix slowly learnt not to feel it just to stay sane. The shame is still there but now it takes a new form. Instead of measuring against Adrien, he has to measure against some unknown standard and entity that made one human. The game begins again, play your part Felix, maybe if you try hard enough, you’ll convince the world that you aren’t a freak, you’ll convince them to value you in the vague way your father cherished you. The game is on and Felix needs to learn how to play. 

The only good thing, is that some things become clear real fast. It’s no wonder now, that his father always acted like Felix is a china doll, on the verge of breaking. 

He wonders if his father preferred to have ended up with his other twin; the more obedient one; the one that could be shaped into the perfect statue more easily and would be easier to protect.

  It’s the final nail to his sanity.

***

  He visits Adrien on the anniversary of Aunt Emilie’s disappearance. He is determined and on a mission: A ring and a brooch.   

 He doesn’t expect all of his rage to come back the moment he lays eyes on his twin. He isn’t even looking at Adrien. He’s only able to see a silhouette. The same silhouette that was empty on his father’s funeral. All he sees is Adrien standing straight and graceful like a dainty marble statue instead of buckling under the weight of his own existence like Felix is. He tells Felix that his father is overprotective and that’s why he was absent for the funeral and Felix wants to shake him until everything within him spills out and he’s laying there raw. He cannot believe him. Adrien has been playing this game of survival and shame alongside Felix ever since birth. How could you not when you’re a Sentimonster, and he still doesn’t know how to play the game properly. Just like the way he plays chess, his moves are crude. He can’t still lie properly either, Felix bets.

A very silent part of him tells him he’s being unreasonable. He shouldn’t expect anything different. But it’s easier to stay angry at his twin then tell him the truth and let him carry the weight with him. His rage is like a wound that he can’t stop scratching; a pain that is still more preferable than the itch of healing. 

  He leaves the house with one of his wanted objects gained. 

He gives the ring to his mother. It’s not like she can use it. She wants in anyway. It’s now them against the world. The only person whom he knows he cares about more than anything else. 

He wonders when Adrien quietly slipped off the list.

 You and Adrien, you should take care of each other.

***

In the meantime, he researches Sentimonsters obsessively.

 He watches the Alya girl’s ladyblog, looking for any article and video. 

Two butterflys, a pink giant doll, two lollipop men, a blue blob that just eats Paris’s heroes that one time, a ladybug doppelganger that makes his stomach betray him and his breakfast to make a comeback , a giant eye, and a big yellow and black gorilla.

They hunt him. His dreams are filled with colors and bleak. His uncle snaps a finger and he disappears into thin air. Ladybug grabs at his cheeks in search for his amok and his cheeks comes off like he’s made off play dough.

He attaches photos of each and everyone on his wall and promises to never forget. His shame simply transforms into hatred to the world. To Every single human being that makes him question his own worth. 

***

He visits again and has his worst fears confirmed. His uncle has no qualm about killing him in an instant. 

Also he’s hawkmoth.

It’s a secondary thought. 

***

His third visit ever since the revelation is the most vital. 

He takes Adrien’s place and by pure luck is given the perfect opportunity for striking a deal that would guarantee his survival.

Three giant golems join his collection of nightmares. They drag him into the sun as they float down.

***

Duusu has a never ending energy; changes moods faster than Felix can hit a target and has a bell like laugh.

 Felix absolutely adores him.

 The Kwami takes on everything as if it’s his first time in the world of humans and Felix can’t blame him. The poor creature had to tolerate his uncle’s company and for years. That would give everyone brain damage. Duusu is well adjusted, all things considered.

“So,” He cradles the Kwami in his hands, said Kwami munching on almonds. “Which one of them do you think we should create first?”

Duusu takes one look at the wall, decorated with photos of all the Sentimonsters discarded by his uncle or Paris’s heroes and squeals in delight.

***

He looks at Adrien crouched down on his carpet, his face is the face of someone who’s tasting vomit in their mouth.  He punches his own chest as if to punch the air out of himself.

Felix looks at the photo; the one from their birthday with their mothers. Aunt Emilie looks alive, as if she might wink, or frown which is the more likely scenario.

Tell me I did the right thing. Felix doesn’t regret making the deal with Hawkmoth; doesn’t feel shame. Shame is a fatal poison he isn’t willing to take.  But he needs to know that she would approve. Tell me you would think one of us should have it. You always loved us. You’d want us safe from your husband and Paris’s so called heroes.

 Aunt Emilie’s picture doesn’t speak to him but his memory does. Take care of each other. 

He puts a hand on Adrien’s shoulder. They’re tangled together; have been since birth, Conjoined twins in everything but physical aspects. It doesn’t matter if they like it. They’re in this together.

 It might be his imagination but Aunt Emilie’s eyes shine in the picture.

[billiejean485]

If it turns out Chat/Adrien is going to (even somewhat) break the connection with his Amok and the power his garbage of a father has over his free will by Cataclysming his arm - I'm going to freaking SCREAM and cry

[theforbodingboglands]

LISTEN DIDNT LIKE THE BEArs okay?! I had to have something to put the outfit on 🫡

[saveme-storybrooke-potc]

Miraculous Ladybug Season 5

So Gabriel literally doesn't give a shit about Adrien and was only nice to him so he can make a stronger villain

[abittersweetraisin]

Why i think Adrien and Felix could be Senti-twins.

For obvious reasons, ever since Felix was introduced in the show i've been thinking they must be brothers instead of cousins. Now that we see Felix considering sentibeings as his siblings i've been thinking again about this and something just clicked last night.

We know that there can be only one sentimonster active at the time. For a new one to be created the miraculous would be needed to have a new holder. Ok, what if there is a loophole in this? What if the amok fell over an object that could be split into two? Could that be enough to create twin sentibeings? Could an amok be shared between the Graham de Vanily rings?

This may be just something that they did because it was easier to animate this way, but what if it isn't just an animation thing? Adrien and Felix are like the two sides of the same coin. One all good and super obedient. Felix,... good but not that much. Rebellious. And in season 4 finale, Felix had one of the rings, but it looked as if Nathalie could control him because she had the other one.

Something that sortof supports this theory is that we've already seen something similar with the akumas. Mothie can only send one akuma at the time. That would mean one victim at the time. But in the Crocoduel episode we saw the akuma being shared by Anarka and Jagged Stone.

And they couldn't get rid of the akuma until the object was joined as one again.

So, i don't know, but i think there are good chances both Adrien and Felix share the same amok.

What do you think? How crazy do you think my theory is?

[uptoolateart]

A little more on the Cat Blanc parallels in the Paris Special:

So, Adrien gets hit by Betterfly's magic and transforms into Cat Blanc but with green eyes - just like his wedding suit in the Gift vision in Jubilation. Seeing as that episode comes immediately after the Paris Special, in terms of the timeline...maybe this was where Adrien got the idea for his suit in that vision. That moment under Betterfly's spell might have been the most at peace he'd ever felt.

It's more than just the white suit, though. In the Paris Special, he also gets wings, reminiscent of the angel costume he was forced to wear in that ad in Season 4. This, of course, includes feathers - the sentibeing hints are everywhere. However, in the ad, the wings were fake and falling to pieces and he was being launched dangerously off the Eiffel Tower. In the Paris Special, the wings are part of him. He's being recognised for his true nature and honoured for it, and it allows him to literally soar. It's like Betterfly said, 'Dig deep to find all that inner power and just fly.' Rather than being a monster, he's transcendent. I mean, look at all that light, too - and that utter look of serenity on his face and in his pose:

They really hyped up the feather link, too, by showing the pigeons in slow motion right when Cat was taken over by Betterfly's magic. And bear in mind that allergic reactions are the body's effort to ward off something it perceives as a threat. I always think Adrien's feather allergy is a symbol of his lack of self-acceptance, i.e. his body rejects the thing that holds him in the world (a feather). However, in this scene, despite how much the pigeons were emphasised, Cat didn't sneeze. He experienced a single moment of total acceptance, under that spell.

Most importantly, Betterfly referred to this power as a 'gift' (which made me think again of Gift in Jubilation) and asked if he accepted it. This version of his father gave him a choice. Cat is always taking the hits, but this time he wasn't used as a tool or weapon. He was set free. Betterfly helped his spirit soar - literally.

If he had any idea this was his father...I think it would tear at his heart to know that in some other universe, such a possibility existed, and yet in his own universe....

[aalissy]

Twin Rings

Oof, I’m sorry I missed yesterday!! And that these chapters are so late! I was superr busy all day ;-;. I hope you forgive me <3. Though, both of these chapters are heavy on the hurt/comfort lol. 

AO3

Clink. Clink.

The sound of two rings sliding against one another filled his room as Adrien circled them around. The brush of the cold metal hit the tips of his fingers. 

These two rings. These two rings were the center of some of his most tragic memories.

In some way, he supposed, he was holding his own life in between his hands. Adrien bit back a choked laugh.

It wasn’t funny. Would never be funny. And yet, right now, a wave of dark amusement had begun to simmer in his chest.

Because now things made so much sense. Why he could never talk back to his father. Why he could never resist his orders when that was all he wanted to do. Why he allowed him to interfere in his relationship with Marinette.

As fast as it had come the humor faded away, leaving anger and rage in its place. Adrien glared darkly at his bedroom floor, blowing out a shaky breath as he tore a hand through his blonde hair aggressively.

“Adrien, are you alright?” Plagg’s voice snapped him out of the haze that had descended upon him.

He glanced up from his spot on the couch, seeing his kwami hovering nearby with concern before darting his gaze away. Right now, he just wanted to be left alone.

Adrien stopped circling the rings, instead choosing to clench them in his hand. He wanted to burn them. Wanted to bury them someplace they’d never be found.

But he couldn’t. Because if they were ever found by anyone else it would have devastating consequences. 

God forbid if Chloé or Lila found them. Adrien’s whole body wracked with a shudder at the idea of Lila in possession of one of the rings. Nausea hit him hard, making him suck in air as he started hyperventilating.

No. He couldn’t part with them. Not when it was possible that Lila had the potential to control him with even just the one. 

Adrien almost wished that Ladybug had never found out the truth. Had never given them back to him after he had come back from his trip to London once she had defeated Monarch. 

But, at the same time, he was infinitely glad that she had done so. Because the idea of them still being in his father’s hands was worse. Especially with what he had made him do. What he could have forced him to do.

And those terrible thoughts were still swirling around in his brain as Adrien tried to come to terms with them. His father was Monarch. Had been the whole time. 

The most shocking thing of all was that he wasn’t surprised. His fists clenched even tighter against his thighs, feeling the sting of the rings that were still cradled inside. His cruelty knew no bounds and Adrien was almost happy that Ladybug had figured out the truth and locked him away.

Even still, though, a small part of him protested against the fact that his father was gone. The scary part was that Adrien wasn’t entirely certain whether those were his own feelings or if they were somehow coming from the rings.

He bit down harshly on his lip, drawing blood. And yet, that small sting of pain made him feel better.

He focused on the pain drowning out the thoughts that were screaming at him. Adrien zoned out, losing track of time as he stared vacantly at the blank television screen. 

Not even the creak of the window snapped him out of the haze that had descended over him. Nor the padding of quiet footsteps as someone walked over to him.

“How long has he been like this?” a soft, concerned voice murmured.

“To be honest, Ladybug, he’s been like this ever since you defeated Monarch. But it got worse today,” Plagg murmured back.

Ladybug. Of course, it was her. Plagg must have gone to get her at some point when Adrien didn’t respond to his query. 

He had told her his identity when she had gifted the rings back to him. A mess of sobs as apologies flooded from his mouth as Adrien tried to explain why he hadn’t been there for her during the final battle. She had held him through all of it.

A rustling sound came from beside him and he was soon blinking into a pair of wide, worried sapphire eyes. Even just the sight of Ladybug had his shoulders releasing some tension. 

She reached up, rubbing her gloved thumb over the apple of his cheek. “Adrien? Are you alright?”

It was then when Adrien broke. Finally feeling the weight of the past week’s events hit him, he let out a series of choked sobs. He buried his face in Ladybug’s shoulder, feeling her stiffen with surprise before she quickly clutched him to her.

“I-I can’t.” His voice hitched. He pulled back, gaze searching hers. “Please, Ladybug. You need to take them. B-because I can’t...”

Adrien didn’t finish his sentence, instead choosing to thrust his clenched fist out toward her. She blinked down at it in confusion before he unfurled his palm, revealing the twin rings. Her lips parted with surprise before she glanced back up at him, tears beginning to brim in her eyes.

“Hide them. Destroy them. Burn them. Take them. I don’t care. I-I just don’t want them here anymore.”

Hesitantly, Ladybug shook her head. She curled his fist back up, pushing it back towards him as his heart dropped. 

“I can’t, Adrien. The only one who should hold onto these is you. Not me. Not your father. You.” Her lips twitched down as she hung her head sadly.

“But I don’t want them!” he shouted, hurling them across the floor. They clinked against the tiles as they rolled away. The sound grated at Adrien’s ears, reminding him that they existed and this wasn’t all just some big, terrible nightmare.

He brought his knees up to his chest. Burying his face in them, he couldn’t stop the tears from leaking out of the corners of his eyes. 

“I’m a monster,” he whispered, his voice filled with pain.

Ladybug sucked in a gasp of indignant air. Soon, she was on the couch next to him, wrapping him in her arms as she tugged him closer to her. She gently stroked his hair as Adrien sank into her warm embrace.

“You are not a monster, Adrien,” her murmur was soft. “You’re one of the most selfless, wonderful people I know.”

He shook his head, moving his head from her grasp as he glanced miserably over to the rings that he had scattered somewhere across his room. “But I—”

“Sh!” Ladybug cut him off, placing a finger neatly on his lips. “I don’t want to hear it. Do you have a heart?”

“What?” The question was so sudden and off-topic that Adrien’s eyebrows rose in bewilderment.

“Do you have a heart?” she asked again, almost impatiently.

It still didn’t make sense the second time. With a frown creasing his brows, Adrien replied, “Of course, I have a—”

She cut him off again, this time with a beautiful, blinding smile. “Then there... you see! You’re not a monster. Monsters don’t have hearts.” Ladybug glanced down shyly before peeking up at him from beneath her lashes. “It’s one of the things I love the most about you, actually. Your heart.”

Adrien blinked. His heart was awash with confusion and unease. Before these past couple of months, he’d have been ecstatic to know that there was something about him that Ladybug loved. To be honest, he’d probably have spilled his feelings out for her right then and there. 

But he didn’t feel the same anymore. Not when there was beautiful, wonderful, loveable Marinette who felt the same way he did. Who, even after everything that had happened, still felt the same way.

Adrien shifted, pulling back from her arms. He scratched the back of his neck, chuckling awkwardly. “I-I’m glad that you think so, Ladybug. But I—”

“Tikki, spots off.”

A flash of pink magic had his mouth gaping open. He should have looked away. Should have clenched his eyes shut. After all, she already knew his identity. He couldn’t know hers too. 

But, less than a second later, the magic was gone and there sat Marinette, still glancing up at him from between her lashes shyly. A small smile pulled at her lips as she gave a small shrug of her shoulders. “Your heart isn’t the only reason I love you, Adrien.”

He choked out a gasp before tugging her into his chest. She collided against him, her breath whooshing out of her as he clutched her to him desperately. He pressed his face against his hair, inhaling the wonderful aroma of strawberries that floated around him. He brushed a kiss in her hair as love and trust and wonder began to slowly replace some of the dark feelings from before.

This wasn’t the perfect, lovely reveal Adrien had always hoped that it would be but it was theirs. And, at that moment, he realized that he loved her more than he had ever thought possible. Though things weren’t as perfect as he had hoped, he knew that they’d slowly get there. That together, they’d be able to fix some of the broken edges and tears in his heart.

He had been right. They really were made for each other.

[mangasstuffcomics]

Making clear a sentimonster created to be human is human not sentibeing not just a sentimonster but human just created magically instead of the normal way point being Felix Adrien and kagami are still human and I'm tired idiots claiming that Adrien isn't real his fake ignoring Thomas astruc own words that sentimonster created to be human is human and is as real as anybody else in the series

And if a sentimonster is created with a reproduce system they would beable to get pregnant and get someone pregnant and I'm certain Adrien has a reproduction system due to the fact that the show hints at them having there own kids in 2 episodes one in the previous seasons and the other in jubilation

Emma Louise and huge and as you can see Emma has her dad's hair and eyes

So adrienette shippers they would still beable to have there own children

[heizerux]

The only thing I won’t drop regarding everything going around and since some posts are being a little too in depth with what is being listed

So is my homeboy actually a feather or nah?

👁

You know since a lot of ppl swore on it and that we would know this season.

[fantasybuff3186]

Adoration thoughts ml

there will be spoilers for the episode so beware

so I watched adoration but since practically everything had been spoiled I did not feel that amazed but putting that aside this was a sweet episode. I loved zoe and marinette and loved seeing zoe stand up to chloe. I hate gabriel more than ever because that guy simply cannot bear seeing his son happy. I really want gabriel to die because he is nothing but a pain. I really wanted to see Sabrina cut off chloe in this episode and was disappointed to see that this was not the case. Chloe is still as annoying as ever and I really can’t stand her. Lila though is stll extremely interesting and I really want her to take over soon. I am kind of fed up of gabriel constantly ruining things. There wasn’t too much adrinette in this episode but I did not mind it too much since the zoenette was amazing. I sincerely hope zoe finds someone because she has just reached even higher in my top ml characters list. This show honestly keeps getting better and I am glad I’m still here. I liked this epiode despite a lot being spoiled. Plotwise I don’t thing this episode contributed too much but I really am proud of marinette. She has come really far and I love her even more. The sentimonster theory had been confirmed for a pretty long time but this episode provided us with more proof. My heart