#chat noir for the win

[mysticraven20]

Chat Noir to Ladybug:

Here’s me landing in your dm’s not as Superman or Batman, but as YOURman!

[saturnrin]

I love the idea that everything (positive) that Lila lies about somehow comes true for Marinette.

Lila lies about having connections to the queen of England? Suddenly, Marinette is getting regular commissions from the queen herself and forms quite the acquaintance-ship w the royal family.

Lila "is practically family" to an Italian mafia? Marinettes grandmother has quite an eccentric background, and through her, Marinette somehow manages to get a local Italian Mafia to pseudo-adopt her. (Only because she refused to actually be adopted, much to their disappointment)

Lila "went on tour" with Jagged Stone? Guess who wants his favorite designer to accompany him for his U.S. tour during the summer?

Oh, Lila says she acted in a movie for Graham de Vanily Films? Guess who ends up accidentally staring in a Graham de Vanily film?

I just want all the positive things that Lila lies about to happen to Marinette, who is sufficiently surprised every time (you'd think she'd be used to it by now), meanwhile, in the background, Lila gets progressively more pissed.

And the worst part? Every time she tries to upstage Marinette with something even bigger and grander than Marrinettes' own accomplishments? No matter how ridiculous, Marinette somehow ends up stumbling upon That. Exact. Opportunity.

It's incredibly frustrating.

You could say Marinette has some miraculous luck, despite how adamantly Tikki denies any involvement in these increasingly ridiculous turns of events.

All in all; Lila is frustrated, Marinette is frustrated, and Tikki is very amused (as are Adrien and Plagg, who watch this shit-show from the background).

[scy-scribbles]

let her have her little meow meow! she's finally a cat boy truther!

*commissions open!*

[car-toons]

EVERYONE, STOP WHAT YOUR DOING, BABY BUNNIX JUST DROPPED!

[mozzygan]

the boy 🖤

did a redraw of the first chat noir i ever drew! (digitally at least lol) i think i like how it turned out

left version drawn sept 2019. right drawn april 2024 work time for the new new ver: ~30mins

[carpisuns]

meow

[theartofnieriel]

Post-Hawkmoth, the wound inflicted by Chat Noir leaves a visible scar. Gabriel feels a little insecure about it.

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reblog, don’t repost. thank you

[scooterpengie]

Blonde-boy-heroes-with-evil-dads gang!!

Sorry but the LEGO Ninjago Movie did this trope the best, evil father/son bonding is my favourite thing! (Star Wars and Miraculous, take notes 👀)

Disclaimer: I actually don't watch Miraculous (or LEGO Ninjago for that matter, I've only seen the movie)

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

Once you see the Bubble Background™️, you know it’s love!

[gentil-minou]

Losing my mind cause people seem to think just because Ladybug is realizing she likes Chat and Adrien is realizing he likes Marinette that it means they no longer like Adrien/Ladybug respectively like guys don't you see its not a love square reversal it's becoming a line dfdadsa

[escaping-thoughts-reviews]

Book of truth: *makes a question regarding an obscure topic*

Adrien “Chat Noir” Agreste, after being privately tutored by Nathalie all his life: “My moment has come.”

[mysticraven20]

Train in the ways of the ‘Cat’ at Cat Kai ran by the one and only, Chat Noir.

Strike First. Strike Hard. No Mercy.

Cat vs Humour — it’s not fun, it’s serious!

[bugoutreviewgirlie]

OMG HIS NIGHT VISION IS BACK!!!!!

[yeet-noir]

I love this show okay

[xhanisai]

this special is another big fat yummy W for ALYA MOTHAFOKIN CESAIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

QUEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[queenofmistresses]

Reader and cat blanc being psychotic and fluffy, kissing and being extreme and toxic so you’re both crazy and it’s only you two left

A/n this is the unhinged crazy shit that makes my brain go brrrrr (i’ve got problems shush). Not my best work, I’m not used to actually channeling my slight psychopathic tendencies and unhinged shit into my writings so this was a first! And I would love to have more so I can channel it into stuff (since yk can’t really talk about that stuff with people) and to get better at writing it for people like me!! So do keep it coming if you liked this!

And please please give me some feedback, good and bad just please be specific!!

Finally. It’s just us. It took far too long to get here, to destroy everything so that all that’s left is our own private utopia, but it was worth it.

We’ve made our own makeshift home to sleep in and be together out of the ruins of Paris. An old mattress on the floor, and some blankets that chat found for us. What more do we need?

We wake up our first morning alone, I bask in the sweet emptiness of it all. No noise. No one telling me what to do. No one thinking they’re better than me. I’m free. For once even the voices in my mind are quiet, satisfied. Everything is quiet. It’s blissful.

Well quiet except him. He’s purring next to me. Chat. He did this, for us. He destroyed everything for us. For me. Just because I asked him to. I look at his sleeping face and wonder what else he’d have been willing to do. Everything apparently.

This is the kind of control I always dreamed of possessing. And he gave it to me, just like that. Completely willingly. The kind of power I never thought I’d achieve.

He’s given me the whole world, I realise, lying there, staring at him. He saw what I wanted, what I needed, and sacrificed every part of him to give it to me. Now that, is devotion.

I see his eyes begin to flutter open and confusion fill his face before he remembers yesterday’s events. Satisfaction fills his eyes as he looks at me again.

I feel his hands move to my waist, gripping tight as he smiles gently at me. You’d almost think him sane by his face. But I’ve never been fooled by that act, and even if I started to slip, the tight grip he has on me brings me back to reality fast.

He leans down and presses light kisses to my shoulder, it quickly becomes almost obsessive and I can feel him loosing control, I grip his hair to keep him from going far but I don’t stop his assault on my shoulders and face.

“It’s just us now. No one can hurt us. We’re free.” I say to him, though I’m not sure he’s listening. “Only I can hurt you now.” I whisper. I know he can hear me, but even that doesn’t deter him, in fact I think I hear him purr just a little louder.

Chat lost his grip on reality long ago, though I tried to keep him together while the others were still alive. Now that it’s just us I can feel him letting go completely. Honestly, I feel myself embracing it too. I’ve been walking on the line of insanity for years thanks to my family, even being accused of being a psychopath once. Now I can let it go, no more faking it.

I look around me, at the stone statues of Paris’ so-called heroes, surrounding our new home, frozen in a state of fear and panic, and I realise that this is what I’ve been dreaming of. I deserve every moment of this, finally they all got what they deserved.