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[cookiedough77]

what would you all do if i made peacok!adrien au lukadrien... what then...

[nemaliwrites]

hello it is monday night and i'm like three peach moscatos deep so have some tipsy writing..pov: you're a random paris civilian lmao

When you come to, it’s on the street. Lying on your back, with scraped palms and a body that promises to be sore for days to come. The Heroes of Paris, always so much larger than life, have never seemed more so than in this moment: they stand, looking down on you. 

“What… what happened?” you ask. Your voice is weak, as though you’ve been screaming. 

“You were akumatized,” Chat Noir says gently. Like he cares. Like he knows what you feel like now. 

It comes to you in flashes. A voice in your head, the color purple. Rage, like you’ve never felt before. But after that, nothing. 

Monarch may have controlled your mind, but in the time it took you to return to yourself, your body was in the hands of these two. What kind of injuries has Ladybug’s Miracle Cure covered up? Rope burns, broken bones? Blood?

You are spotless where you lay; not even a speck of dust on you. 

Ladybug pulls you to your feet, presses something into your hand. A Magical Charm, she calls it, before adding, “Monarch won’t be able to hurt you again.”

It should reassure you. Make you feel safe. It does not. 

[an-albino-pinetree]

He looks so misleadingly kind

[bittersweetresilience]

writing game ✍️

In a new post, show the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words.

thank you @ninadove and @coffeebanana for the tags <3

Wanting to die is something that clings. It creeps up on you, waiting for the moment when it’s least expected to strike. Then it becomes a shadow, always following. Then it becomes a habit. It recognizes your scent, and it is always hungry. Sort of like a dog, really, which makes sense, because Félix is sort of like a dog too, and it’s a dog-eat-dog world, that’s what his father always told him.

this is not actually the last thing i wrote either time i was tagged but both times they were honkai star rail so i went back to find the last thing i wrote for miraculous which was this unedited phone written fragment of a sentitwin week wip which i started last wednesday and then didn't progress since. CLOSE ENOUGH WE'RE FINE

@hartwign can have the actual last line good morning hart i love you

and passing this game to @mostmagical @isabugs @bbutterflies @teafig and hmm @spoiledlbleach and @socialiseisnotinmyname <3

[ladynoiresque]

“For a supervillain who hates me”, Ladybug smiled as she got up, “you’re an awful flirt.”

“And for a supposed superheroine”, Chat answered, “you’re an awful person.”

[bruised-muses]

🐞 🫶🏻

hello!! thank you for asking

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“Well I don’t know! I’m not getting heartburn am I?”

“No, Marinette. I mean, you could be, but I don’t think that’s why your chest is aching.”

“I COULD BE HAVING HEARTBURN?” Marinette shrieks, before opening her laptop to research the causes of heartburn, and if a fifteen year old girl could be suffering from it. Tikki sighed. She would get Marinette to figure it out soon, and the quickest way to do so would be to eliminate any other possibility.

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tikki when she underestimates how much marinette can overthink. sorry if you expected an actual loveynoir snippet but like i want to hide that part LOL instead you get marinette freaking out over heartburn i think im peak comedy

[anna-scribbles]

heads up seven up tag game!!

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

(thanks @jattendschaton for the tag!! <3)

“Bad boy thing—!” Marinette yelled. “He’s a terrorist!” "Is he really a terrorist?” Adrien asked, trying to sound uninterested. “Do we know that?” “No, I’m with Adrien,” Nino said through a mouthful of food. “Chat Noir’s not a terrorist.” “Right!” Adrien said. “He, like, doesn’t even really do anything.” “Well—” “At most, the dude’s, like.” Nino chewed thoughtfully. “Like, an unpaid intern at the worst company on earth. Like, he does coffee runs for the terrorists.”

^^ I was working on call it even today :))

tagging @sha-nwa, @carpisuns, @mozzys-studio, @peachcitt, @miabrown007 & anyone else who wants!!

[chaos-has-theories]

Nathalie had stopped turning on the lights when she went to the basement. She didn't really want to see it all in perfect clarity: the hedges with its caterpillars. The high arches of the butterfly window. The prowling daemon walking the circle of his invisible tether.

She was happy to just sit, and breathe. The lights of Emilie's coffin would blink on, and off, and on, and off, a comforting steadiness: She was still alive. Still here.

--

Solomon hadn't spoken to her for months after Tara had died, even after Nathalie's lungs had started to rasp at every breath, confining her to the garden for longer and longer stretches of time.

"I did it for her," Nathalie would whisper between bouts of coughing, her fingers too-tight in Duusuu's downs.

The daemon had looked at her, eyes blue and unreadable.

"She never asked you to," he said, and that had been that.

--

When the coughing had gotten worse, and Nathalie was starting to spend more nights downstairs than elsewhere, she started to push.

"I did it for Adrien," she pleaded, and Solomon just looked at her.

He was curled up on the coffin, as he was most nights. Now that he'd given up the ceaseless screaming and yowling Nathalie almost found herself missing it. She was glad that they didn't have to worry about waking Adrien anymore, but the silence was unsettling. Emilie had never been this quiet.

Solomon had never been this quiet.

Duusuu, at least, understood. "You saved her!", they'd say, pressing that long neck to Nathalie's cheek. "You wouldn't even be here anymore if she hadn't done it, milk-snout."

"And Tara would be."

Duusuu ducked their head. "She was willing to go."

Solomon bristled, his white fur like a scream in the dark. "It shouldn't be _done," he hissed.

Nathalie just sighed, running a soothing hand over Duusuu's neck, letting them hide their beak in her hair.

She was - she was so tired.

"How much of her are you really?"

As if he hadn't heard her question, Solomon tucked his tail around his paws and started smoothing down his fur.

Nathalie pushed. "How much of Emilie?"

Emilie would have never told Nathalie that severing herself had been a sin. Emilie had done it herself, after all.

"Everything," Solomon said.

In the dark, his blue eyes shone like waning moons.

"Everything," the sentidaemon repeated. "I'm everything that's left."

[mysticraven20]

Chapter 22: Fantasy au

Her movement was graceful, like a flower unfolding its petals to greet the sun. Adrien’s breath caught in his throat as he beheld her fully for the first time that evening.

Her hair, a cascade of dark waves adorned with vivid red roses, framed a face that was a masterpiece of delicate features and allure. Her eyes, enhanced with smoky eyeshadow, sparkled with a hint of mischief and warmth, drawing him in like a moth to a flame. Her lips, painted a bold shade of red, curved into a soft smile that set his heart racing.

The dress she wore was a vision of ethereal beauty. A flowing white gown adorned with intricate red rose detailing, it hugged her slender form in all the right places, accentuating her grace and elegance. The dress whispered with every movement, as if it were woven from moonlight and dreams.

But it was the way Marinette looked at him that truly took Adrien’s breath away. Her gaze held a depth of emotion he had never witnessed before—a silent confession of admiration and affection that spoke volumes. In that fleeting moment, he felt as though he were the centre of her universe, the recipient of a love so pure and profound that it left him speechless.

@adrinetteapril

[plumsaffron]

Bruh where did this dweeb idea of Lila wants fame and power or to be adored or want attention by all come from? Why do you care? And why do such viewers stalely go out their way making out what they think is factual to be inherently bad? Then exists others either having such already, or one to few in their face, do exactly as what they stalely think of Lila, to a much higher level and quantity? It’s almost like these dolts rather stagnation of status or will have nothing else better to do but look for a flaw excuse out of it or a put her down template trash.

[nemaliwrites]

there is something..i have been working on. not really sure if i'll post this one, but here is a lil snippet hehe

There are no words, Shadybug thinks, to describe the color of blood. 

Red just doesn't cut it. Ruby, brick, rust -- none of them are the right fit for the thin stream of liquid currently welling out of the tip of her finger. Self-inflicted, of course; as though she'd ever let anyone else get close enough to hurt her.

She tosses her Lucky Charm knife back and forth, judging the best place to make her next incision. It's something of a hobby of hers: how much harm can she cause before her Miracle Cure refuses to fix what's been done?  The earrings -- she knows better than to think of them as hers -- have a responsibility to protect their holder. But how far does that go? They'll stitch these cuts together, but would they do the same if it were her stomach she'd sliced open?

Could they make her still heart beat again?

Eyes on her, then. A bright smile. Fake, fake, fake. 

Go ahead and try, Adrien Agreste says from a few meters away. Cut out your heart. It's not like you need it, right? See who'll miss you then.

Or that's what he would say, if billboards could talk.

"Shut up," Shadybug tells him plainly. It doesn't feel as good as she hoped it would. "Instead of staring at me all night, why don't you make yourself useful, huh?"

But to be useful, there has to be something of use, first. She's been out here for hours without a single kamiko to show for it. They're all watching her, she knows. Hesperia, the Supreme, Adrien fucking Agreste -- all waiting to see just how long it'll take before she gives up. Flies back home, antennae drooping and wings clipped. 

If they want to watch so bad, then she'll give them something to watch. Carefully, Shadybug drags the tip of her knife down the length of another finger. Cutting through suit and skin. Easy as breathing. She is Sleeping Beauty, and the knife her prince. Its kiss waking her, putting her to sleep, all at once.

[stardust-and-memories-mlb-au]

Kwami Stuff (Main Seven, since that's what I have the most ideas for. Though if you ask nicely I can talk a lot about what happens to folks who wield the Bunny Miraculous.)

Kwamis are... interesting. Physical manifestations of concepts, they don't really work like humans. This also means they don't think like humans. This can be a dangerous thing to work with, if a person isn't careful.

This is a collection of short bits from each of the main seven Kwamis' perspectives. Hopefully, this should give you some idea of what they each are like.

Tikki

Tikki is the Ladybug, the Queen of Creation. She cannot change her nature, to create and imagine. She does not wish to. She cannot think of another thing she could be. She was never meant to be able to.

She is creation, and creation is her. She does not get to be separate. Sometimes, she wishes her wielders could understand, as she doesn't think they have a way to. Other times, she knows well that it would be too dangerous.

She loves them, the mortals, the humans. They partake in her being so freely. If she were anything else, she might wish to be them.

But she cannot wish for such a foolish thing. Tikki is creation, and creation is her.

Plagg

Where creation goes, destruction follows. That is the explanation given for Plagg's existence, along with the explanation given for his sister's.

Plagg is similar to his sister. He knows better than her just what the consequences of wishing for foolish things are, though. He has to clean up her messes.

He likes his new wielder, somewhat. The boy seems to light up at the idea of getting to disobey his father, even for a moment. He understands quite well. Though he is Destruction, he is also Chaos, a perfect mirror of his sister in every way. His sister likes rigidity, everyone following their planned path. He could not live like that. He knows his sister could not understand his wielder's desire for freedom. She is not meant to.

Perhaps, that is why he was chosen for this boy.

Trixx

Once, the humans called them the Prince of Illusions. They were wrong. Illusions are but one aspect of Trixx's being, and they are not a Prince.

Manipulation seems to be the best word the humans have for them now. They like the sound of that, especially once they learn once the word means. It encompasses far more than just paltry parlor tricks like illusions, encompasses much more of their being.

Still, the Guardians insist upon calling them the Prince of Illusions, and Trixx remains quiet. There is no convincing humans like these, too caught up in their traditions to listen to anyone.

Their wielder, though they hate the term, understands their problem. She has gone far too long with people trying to fit her into a box that has never fit her, and is ecstatic to discover just what the two of them are capable of achieving.

Perhaps this partnership will be beneficial, after all.

Wayzz

A guardian must be strong, no matter what they guard. This is what Wayzz has known for his entire existence. So why, then, has his miraculous been given to the most pathetic child he has ever seen? This child doesn't look like he can hold his own at all.

Still, the determination on his face tells Wayzz everything he needs to know.

A guardian must be strong, but what use is strength if there is nothing to guard?

Still. He hopes this child shapes up to be useful.

Nooroo

It is impossible for anything to survive without changing. Perhaps that's why Nooroo exists. He's never been one for hypotheticals and philosophical musings, though. He prefers to do things.

He hates this stasis he is trapped in. Waiting and waiting for a single thing to go the way his wielder wants it to go.

He knows that Gimmi doesn't like granting wishes. He also knows how many Gabriels have already made this wish.

Each different, but still the same. Each broken somehow.

He knows that this Gabriel is changing, though. He watches as his wielder lingers before closed doors he doesn't yet have the courage to open and smiles. Even that much change is enough to survive.

Duusu

Duusu doesn't remember much, not really. She knows what she is, and she knows that Nathalie cares for her, but she can't remember what happened before.

Duusu knows that Nathalie is changing. Becoming more like her. She wonders if being like her is what hurt the one before so badly. It's not a question she can linger on, though. It's hard to linger on much.

The damage to the "Miraculous" damaged her body as much as her mind, and she can see that same damage taking it's toll on Nathalie.

Nooroo tries to talk to her sometimes, and she knows the others do too, but she can barely remember who she is.

They say she is better than Nathalie, but she doesn't feel it.

Pollen (Name Pending)

It's important to know things, no matter what you are. Human, animal, kwami, it doesn't matter. Pollen doesn't care. Knowledge is knowledge, no matter what comes with it.

Her wielder is interesting. Certainly like her already, so willing to find and use knowledge to her advantage. She knows more than anyone realizes, and she knows very well how to convince someone to listen to her already.

Perhaps, with Pollen's guidance, her wielder can become much better at it. Perhaps, she can learn far more than she thought she could.

[gale-dragon-writer]

While I’m working on some stories, here are some random snippets from a few planned Miraculous projects~. They’re not in any particular order.

~}I{~

Kindness and Karma

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Malcom (Satan) growled in annoyance when he snapped out, "No! Your anger is the only thing that doesn't make any sense in this whole issue!"

Alya snapped back in anger, "What are you talking about?! How can me being angry NOT make any sense?!"

Malcom ran a hand through his hair when he stated, "Because there's no reason why You should be angry!" Before Alya could retort, the fiery redhead pointed at a surprised-looking Nino and then Kim when he snapped out, "They had a legitimate reason to be angry!" He waves his hands when he explains, "They gave you a specific deadline as to when they had to leave and wanted to leave no later than that! A deadline, that you agreed to! But you got mad at them for wanting to leave after keeping them at the event long after the deadline had passed! Their anger was in the right, while yours is just out of nowhere!" Malcom then pointed at a shocked Marinette when he stated, "Her anger is legitimate! She's fed up and upset with the majority of her supposed friends making plans and then bailing on her at the last minute when someone else gives them a call, yet you have been nothing but belligerent towards her!"

Karen (Ramiel) couldn't help but point out, "Mal is making a valid point." She shrugged her shoulders when she added, "While they are negative emotions, they are healthy responses to what has happened." She looked at the childhood friends when she stated, "So their emotions are normal for what happened." Karen then looked at the blogger when she said in a concerned tone, "You on the other hand... Seem to lash out at almost every interaction from what Mal and I have seen..."

Malcom folded his arms in annoyance when he scoffed out, "Which includes you leaping in my mouth when I asked legitimate questions."

Karen quickly corrected with a flat tone, "The phrase is "Jumping down your throat", Mal."

The fiery redhead huffed when he got out, "That too, Kare."

}{

Malcome and Karen glanced at each other in uncertainty before the one with the pink-tinted glasses stated in confusion as she semi-pointed her left index finger towards the group of girls, "Uhh, I'm not sure if it's because we're recent additions to this class or something, but I'm seeing a rather clear pattern to... Those indences."

Malcolm folded his arms when he stated in annoyance, "Agreed... It's making me wonder How is it that None of you noticed that it has been happening?" He scoffed before adding, “This also explains why Marinette has been acting the way she is.”

}{

Adrien: "Okay, can we agree that while it wasn't how we planned it..."

Marinette: "Yeah, no, it's got to be the weirdest way to find out someone's ID."

Plagg: "Well, at least it is a unique identity reveal. Hehe."

Tikki: "Not helping, Plagg..."

}{

Markov reviewed the data before asking, "Max, are you positive this is accurate?"

Max nodded when he stated, "It is. I quadruple-checked it..." He bit his lips when he said, "But if this is true..." Max looked at the screen again before he picked up his phone and dialled the number on the screen. Markov hovered as both listened to the dial tone.

The sound of someone picking up the other side of the line was heard. "Hello? Who's calling?" The voice of an adult man came over the phone.

Max took a deep breath before he said, "Umm, hello, is this Mr Antonio Rossi?"

}I{

Trip to Gotham

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Assassin’s Creed: … These new screen names oddly fit… Though I’m not sure about Alfred and Bastard’s…

Red Hoodlum: Demon Spawn, you better be talking about Blood and not me. Mine is literally my hero's name!

AcroBatz: Ah, right, Damian hasn’t met Jason Blood yet, so he wouldn’t know that ref.

RobinRed: I can tell you that it’s still going to be confusing having both Jasons in the same space… I’m surprised that Blood kept his cool in that situation.

Red Hoodlum: Really? Demon Spawn hasn’t met the Demon? I’m a little surprised.

Assassin’s Creed: Wait, so this Demon Knight screen name isn't Bastard? What are you two talking about? Who's this other Jason? And what does it have to do with a demon?

Sebastian: I just noticed the chat and read what had happened. Right now, all I have to say is…

Sebastian: Really, Master Bruce?

Demon Knight: Well, I agree with Bruce on that. You’re one hell of a butler.

Batdad: Exactly!

Sebastian: Hmm, touche.

AcroBatz: OH SHIT!

RobinRed: No! No! No! I don’t believe it!

Red Hoodlum: I did NOT read what I thought I read!

Kunoichi: ?

Assassin’s Creed: ?

Batdad: Is there something wrong with what we were talking about?

AcroBatz: Yeah! How the hell do you three fossils know about Anime?!

Sebastian: Master Dick, we are not fossils. We are merely older gentlemen.

Batdad: And we are allowed to indulge in Anime every once and a while.

Assassin’s Creed: Cass… Do you have any clue what they’re talking about?

Kunoichi: Nope. I was hoping you would…

Demon Kight: Back to the og topic… What was Cassandra texting about you Bat-Kids getting siblings?

Batdad: I was also going to ask that.

Kunoichi: 😏

}{

Alix was passing back and forth in front of the park bench Kim and Max were sitting at while Markov hovered above. The skater then got out in an annoyed tone, "I don't get it, why would Lila say something like that when it isn't true?" She paused as she looked at her friends when she stated, "We know the real reason why our class is going to Gotham, but if Lila claims to be "super close" to the Wyanes as she claims, she should've known that too."

Kim couldn't help but point out, "And know why it should be kept a secret until the Gala." He paused before he questioned, "But wouldn't that implication be worse if Lila is saying that she asked one of the Wyanes to have our class and Ms Mendeleiev's class go to Gotham?"

Max was feeling self-conscious when he got out, "Well, that can only mean one of two things... Either Lila is telling the truth and the reason we're going to Gotham is because she asked for it to happen... And the letter I got was a prank or... Lila is lying about both knowing the Waynes and being the reason behind the trip..."

Markov was quick to say, "Considering that the letter has the watermark and seal from the Wyane Company, I can conclude that it is 100% authentic." He held his claw in the air when he stated in a logical tone, "Therefore, Lila is lying about a major event."

Alix clicked her tongue before she said, "If that's true, then why make us think that?"

Kim shrugged when he suggested, "Attention? Because that's the only thing I can think of." He then had a thought before he placed a hand on his chin when he commented, "Wait, now that I think about it..."

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Adrien leans over and whispers to Chloe, "Uhh, do you have any idea what's going on here?"

Chloe whispers back, "No, I was kind of hoping you would."

Damian scoffs before he states in an annoyed tone, "They are not staying unless they can hold their own in a fight! I refuse to have any incompetent allies."

Cassandra: 😏

}{

Miss Bustier ran a hand through her hair when she got out in a flabbergasted tone, "I know I heard Marinette during roll call before we got on the bus! And our students can testify to that!"

Ms Mendeleiev placed a hand on her chin when she mused thoughtfully, "True, we Heard Ms Dupain-Cheng call out "I'm here!" at every roll call, but I can't recall actually Seeing her during roll call." She let out a thoughtful hum before she said, "Let's do something a little differently next roll call."

}I{

Smiling Agent

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With a smirk, she said, "Al'ight, Hawkmoth, I'll help you get those Miraculous. However, I'm doing things My way." With that, a black aura festered out of the Akumatized object and engulfed her.

}{

Marinette held up her hand in a 'hold-on there' manner when she got out, "Whao! Wait a second! I just talked to them regarding what kind of baked goods they would like and they told me a very different story."

Nino raised a brow when he asked, "How different are we talking?"

Marinette folded her arms when she stated, "That the type of items that Alya told me to make sure to have are things that two of them can't eat."

Ivan raised a brow in concern when he asked, "Wait, that... Doesn't make any sense." He moved his hands a bit when he added, "If they can't eat those flavours then they wouldn't ask for them."

Marinette narrowed her eyes when she stated, "Oh, they would have to ask about it alright, but only to make sure they aren't used at all." She held back a growl when she nearly hissed out, "Especially since one of them is severely allergic to one of the items!”

"Wait?! WHAT!!!?"

That was when Marinette asked in a serious tone, "So this is where I have to ask, who told you about their "favourite flavours"? Because from my point of view, someone thought it would be funny to put someone in the hospital, or worse."

}{

"Listen, I'm not bein' hypocritical or rude, but given that I can tell that Adrianne is not comfo’table when that Storyteller latches onto 'er at every interaction I've seen... It's kind of bad. So how the hell could all but a few of you NOT see that?"

"I'm a little more concerned about why Adrianne hasn't said or told anyone about the unwanted attention if it's that bad?"

"Or at least told her to stop or set up some boundaries."

}{

With that, he smiled.

}I{

Sin of Reveal

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Jason Blood smirked when he replied to the mental terrorist, "Oh, so you were after her! Guess that technically makes you a paedophile."

Hawkmoth: "WHAT?! No! I'm nothing of the sort!! I simply know that Ms Duapin-Cheng will be my greatest Akuma and will get me the Miraculous of the Back Cat and Ladybug!"

Jason let out a hum as he looked over the Akumatized item he used to catch the Akuma when he said almost casually, "So, that's what you've been waiting for, huh. I must say, you seem to have quite a lot of time to just sit around and wait for people to get emotionally distressed, especially teenagers, so I can't help but think that you don't have much of an active life."

Marinette couldn't help but be in awe at what she was witnessing. This man was... Taunting Hawkmoth... While he was in the middle of being possessed by the terrorist!

The rest of Miss Bustier's class came rushing over, also baffled and confused about what was going on as Marinette.

Jason kept that smirk with a short chuckle when he said, "Sorry, but I'm going to have to decline. I'm trying to avoid being involved with the Miraculous, and besides... Three's a crowd."

}{

Satan got all flustered and nervous when he got out, "Oh! My dear sister! It's good to see you!" He did his best to recover his composer when he asked, "But why are you here?"

}{

"SIr Raguel, we've got a bit of a problem."

}{

"Adrien, boyo, yah're allowed ta want answer ta questions yah had fur a good while, even if yah no longer have a connection ta tha source of it."

}{

Raguel tilts his head to the side when he asks, "Lord Satan, are you sure that you have the part of Young Adrien's soul that was agreed upon?"

Satan raises a brow at this as he shifts the box he is holding and says, "Of course I'm sure, I extracted it myself. You can ask the witnesses listed if you want to confirm." He paused before he asked the Angel of Justice, "Why do you think that I didn't have any part of Adrien's soul?"

Raguel replied in a slightly confused tone, "Because the aura coming from that box doesn't match Young Adrien."

Satan blinked in confusion when he asked, "I know it's Adrien's but... Why are you getting a different sense? And how does it feel?"

Raguel states in a calm tone, “I am not sure as to why it feels different from Young Adrien.” He then nods his head to Amelie when he adds, "But the bond you have in the box feels near-identical to that woman over there."

}I{

Inconsistency

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Marinette raised a brow at the question when she asked, "Why do you want to know that?"

Everyone flashed back to when Jazz kissed Officer Prowl on the lips before their final battle but knew they couldn't tell Marinette that that was the reason why they were asking.

Thankfully, Sabrina explained to the bluette, "Well, Mr Jazz did seem pretty affectionate towards Officer Prowl when we first met him, so I guess we couldn't help but wonder."

'Thank you, Sabrina!' the Miraculous Heroes thought with glee, now having a legitimate reason to be asking that question.

Marinette had an expression that read 'good point' before she finally said, "Oh, they're married to each other. In both the Magical aspects and the human way."

}{

Nino was waving his free hand frantically when he almost shouted into the phone, "Uncle Al! Calm down! I can't understand you when you're talking that fast! What happened?"

}{

Lila smirked when she said to herself, "I was right, this does look perfect on me~."

}{

Jazz tapped the surface of the wood when he asked Gabriel Agreste, "Given that there was a time gap between when her symptoms started and when she went inta tha coma... How come yah never brought her ta any hospital or even called an ambulance?" He waved his other hand when he added, "All this could've been avoided if yah did either."

}{

D hung up the phone and looked around at his work.

Everything was perfect.

}{

Officer Prowl looked up worriedly at Jazz as he clutched his niece close to his chest and then said in an anxious tone, "Don't make me arrest you."

"Don't worry, it an't gunna happen," Jazz stated coldly.

}I{

Until the Stories come out~.

[sizzleissues]

Snippet for tonight as I mentally build myself back up to writing long fic

Going to either have to invent a new day or get faster at writing for some of the stuff I need/want to complete before the year ends. (And I do have things I need to complete.)

[ladynoiresque]

"If you say hot and bothered one more time I’ll throw you overboard.” 

“Is that a threat or a promise?”

[bruised-muses]

👀🐞?

wowza i wasnt expecting people to actually ask but thank you for asking!!

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Loveybug looked up at him, and she looked adorable with her bright blue eyes, imploring him to give her a chance. She really didn’t look much like the holder of the miraculous of the ladybug, but then again, maybe he was far too used to Ladybug’s suit’s simple design of red with black polka dots. 

“Do you mean it?” She asked hesitantly. Did he really put that much faith in Ladybug’s— her— judgement? 

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you don't get to know what shes asking about Or if he means it but thanks for asking !!!!