#radiant carefree dreamy

[miraculousfanworks]

Writing Prompt: Yes, that perfume kid

AU in which Chat's identity is accidentally revealed, and in her panic, Ladybug awkwardly pretends to have no idea who he is.

Adrien: Ladybug, I'm so, so sorry, I- Ladybug: PERFUME KID

Prompt by: fictionalinfinity

[wehadabondingmoment]

“I am just trying to fight a terrorist, which should be quite serious business. And then you waltz in and act all carefree as if we’re not about to see civilians die.” 

“Oh, I’m carefree, you say?” Chat Noir snickered. “I personally prefer the term radiant.” 

“I’ll radiant carefree dreamy your ass if you don’t shut up right now”, Ladybug yelled through gritted teeth, holding an angry expression long enough to play up the drama but not long enough for it to seem sincere. 

“Why does that guy get a whole perfume line anyway?”, Chat Noir complained. “It should be: Chat Noir - The Fragrance.” 

“...don’t you mean the furragrance?” 

“I KNEW YOU LOve my puns buginette!” 

Read more (lovesquare soulmate au)

[kawaiichibiart]

I'm fucking dying-

I keep seeing "Radiant...Carefree...Dreamy...

Rui...The Fragrance"

On my TikTok FYP 😭😭😭

All because of this card-

[www-librarytearoom-com]

I'm technically a model now and like all I can think is if I'm gonna be like adrien agreste in that one advert in mlb

[monochromatic-ahhhh]

wait how did he get rid of the sauce?

either gabriel has the greatest detergent in the world or he just has 50 of the same shirt and idk what im more jealous of?

it's the perfume (it's totally one of the 50 shirts nobody can remove stains that fast)

[zodoods]

what if miraculous characters had tumblr

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i want you all to know that if anyone gets akumatized on tuesday im quitting i have three tests and a part time job go to therapy

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🐞 ladybug Follow

YOURE ALL GOING TO HELL

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🐞 ladyblogger Follow

ladybug is 25? she should have been at da club...

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im literally a minor

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🎸 guitarhero Follow

sometimes i want to kill myself but then i remember i havent seen my friends figure out their romantic tension yet and ive gotten too invested

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Buy the New Gabriel Perfume here!

Carefree. Dreamy. Radiant.

🐈‍⬛ catboy Follow

@ladybug excuse me???

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WRONG BLOG

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ladybug is horny heritage post

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i just want everyone who posts adrien velocity gif edits on here to know that he's really just some white guy

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real

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dni if you're parisian because how on earth is NO other city getting akumatized...yall need to pack up the drama queen attitude im sick of seeing you on the news

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Please stop voting for my dad...

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my nanny/stepmother/secretary said that "women should be allowed to murder their bosses with no repurcussions" she would do numbers on here

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AITA for causing 80% of the akumas in paris or do you all hate women

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i keep asking ladybug to hang out with me but she keeps blowing me off do u think she's cheating on me????

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WE'RE NOT DATING STOP TELLING PEOPLE THAT IM CHEATING ON YOU

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do u guys want a part two i have sm of these kdjshgjhdsg

[levanterhaze]

✧ PAST LIVES WITH CARMY BERZATTO

→ carmy berzatto x reader

→ in a whirlwind of past lives, emotional turmoil, and unresolved history, follow the angsty love story between the chef Carmen Berzatto and a lost soul attempting to mend the fragments of their shattered past.

→ warning: anxiety, angst, just a little bit of fluff but not too much lol

→ 3kish

first chapter: the midas touch

Stepping into Carmen Berzatto's mind was like getting swept up in a lively dance of memories and traumas, a vibrant mix of anxiety, anger, and the poignant notes of grief.

In the whirlwind of working tirelessly and mulling over unspoken feelings, Carmen found his unique forte. Picture him slicing through onions, yet mentally transported to that fateful family dinner where everything unraveled. His hands shook, sweat lingered on his temples, and, ironically, an old faithful cigarette became his solace, a bittersweet affirmation that his lungs were indeed alive.

On the whole, revisiting the past was a vivid nightmare for Carmy, a realm he seldom painted with optimistic dreams. Yet, every so often, his mind would wander back to a face from days gone by, a time when life seemed more carefree and innocent, a canvas where he felt secure enough to unfurl his heart into something beautiful.

Did he yearn for that? It was a perpetual query whenever her image crossed his thoughts—the sweet, well-intentioned girl who appeared in his life like a gift from the cosmos, a surreal deity he deemed himself unworthy of.

Before the portrait of his life transformed into its current state, there was someone. Sweet, cozy smiles. Hands entwined like an unbroken melody. Glances as sugary as stolen kisses. Pledges of everlasting love whispered in the hush of the night. A dream. An obsession. Two hearts shattered like fractured stardust.

Now and then, Carmy pondered the whereabouts of the girl who once occupied a significant space in his heart—the muse of his first love. Nostalgia and melancholy clung to this initial foray into matters of the heart, an indelible mark like the lingering stain of aged wine—permanent, resilient, and unforgettable.

In those reflective moments, a palpable grudge gripped Carmy for breaking that girl's heart—a girl who poured everything into a relationship destined for the shadows. He sensed his own brokenness, juxtaposed with her radiant beauty. He avoided becoming something she could mend, thus choosing distance as his peculiar brand of self-preservation.

But what if...?

These three small words, weighty with possibility, haunted Carmy like an incessant rhythm.

He could have had it all. Or perhaps nothing. Or even the splendid paradox of both worlds colliding. Yet, in the grand tapestry of life, did it truly matter? Carmy had forged a path to his present, and the dreamy girl who lingered in his musings was surely distant enough to forget the whimsical boy who once broke her heart.

Anxiety unraveled the threads of Berzatto's faith, gradually fading like the waning embers of a once-robust fire.

Returning to Chicago, it felt like rediscovering the world anew.

What do you do when your dreams dissolve into echoes, vanishing in the blink of an eye? When every effort seems futile and never quite enough? The echoes linger in your mind, tears poised on the brink, waiting for the opportune moment to make their dramatic entrance.

Life in Los Angeles was meant to be simpler. You envisioned a dream, thinking everything would unfold seamlessly. Young and too naive to fathom the intricacies of the world. Pursuing an acting career in a world where vultures circled fresh talent felt like social suicide. You were never prepared, but for years, you tried relentlessly.

Exhaustion took hold—utter weariness. Voices echoed in your mind: too thin, too fat, perhaps she's passable, but not captivating enough, if only she had more curves, maybe she'd be more fuckable.

Nothing ever seemed enough, and you grew weary of the constant striving.

So, on a Thursday, the decision was made to return to Chicago. Leave the rented L.A apartment behind and embrace the small space that belonged to you. Driving back home, the air in Chicago felt oppressive. Breathing seemed challenging. The dense air, pregnant with memories and echoes of past lives, served as a stark reminder.

It's real. It's Chicago.

Coldness embraced the season, and the darkened apartment resembled a skeletal frame. Fragile white walls, devoid of adornments. It was just you and your ego, weathered by years of struggle.

Then, the need to shop emerged, a necessity to prevent impending insanity. The fridge echoed emptiness, much like your stomach. The nearby supermarket beckoned, and you welcomed the walk. A peculiar sensation enveloped you as you traversed the streets—a desire for recognition, yet a deeper hope for anonymity.

A passing gaze stirred anticipation, only to be met with moistened lips and your hastened steps. Later, as you gazed upon your reflection in the glass of the dairy section, self-loathing consumed you. Disdain for the red lipstick, its inadequacy on your lips. Disgust for the perfume that clung to you. A loathing gaze at your reflection, prompting the question: when would this cease?

Earphones encapsulated your ears, resonating with melancholic '80s tunes at a volume that drowned the outside world. Nearly ten at night, the door beside you opened, prompting a swift move to retrieve that damn cheese. In that fleeting second, blue eyes and a nose akin to Apollo's altered everything. Suddenly, you found yourself in a snug loft, surrounded by abundance, with a boy destined to shatter your heart.

A pause ensued. Earphones draped around your shoulders, seemingly programmed for such moments. Carmy's name hovered on your lips, yet you restrained it. There was an ordinariness, a professionalism in the way he scrutinized the products, evoking a suppressed urge to laugh.

Indeed, it was Berzatto.

"Carm?"

And as if, in some way, time had rewound a few years, Carmen feels something tug at his chest.

There you were. In the flesh.

The twin emeralds staring at you, as if you were something out of this world, suddenly felt like too much to bear. Looking at Carmy was like gazing at that boy you once fell for. Filled with dreams, ambitions, and fears.

You could be mistaken, but you swore you saw his lips move to the rhythm of the nickname: angel .

"I can't believe it's really you."

"You're here," he says as if your presence is an impossibility, just a meter away.

"And you're here," a small smile graces your face.

"I-yeah, I’m here. Los Angeles?"

A failure , a shattered dream, a colossal disappointment .

But you simply shrugged, lips twisting into an upturn smile. That's when Carmy gives a hint of a grin.

It's really you.

"I'm sorry," but did he truly feel it?

The silence lingered uncomfortably, both of you staring at each other as if in a standoff. You smiled first, a beautiful smile he already knew. Carmy took a step forward.

"I wrote you an email. When... You know. I'm really sorry, Carm," your eyes sought traces in his outwardly weary expression. He glanced down, just for a few seconds, and nodded, shaking his head.

He didn't know what to say. And what could he do? His inbox was flooded with messages he probably would never read. And knowing there was one message among many, a message from you, made him hate himself even more.

"Are you living around here?"

"Down the next block," you bit your lip.

"I have a place," he suddenly says. "Actually, Mikey had this place, and you probably knew that, but I, after, uh... I'm with the restaurant. The Bear."

"The Bear," you repeat the name with such poise and affection that makes Carmy's heart almost leap from his chest.

"You should drop by if you like," he looks directly into your eyes, like an invitation. "I’d like to," and then, the longing.

You shared another moment of silence, just two familiar strangers trying to connect after years in the shadows. Carmy felt his own body slowing down a feeling that had been cold for a long time. Don't do this, don't do this, don't do this.

"Okay," was all you said.

Carmy slipped you a phone number, never hinting that it belonged to him.

A couple of weeks passed since that unexpected supermarket encounter, and a persistent sense of disappointment clung to your routine. Part of you understood. Maybe Carmy wasn't into revisiting the past, a ghost of what his life once held. You accepted that. Yet, he seemed well, on the surface at least. You figured, at the very least, you could be friends if the history still held some weight.

On the flip side, time has been kind in aiding your healing process. Unpacking boxes in the apartment felt like therapy for a mind that had weathered its fair share of storms. Some items were old enough to consider tossing, like clothes and forgotten books. Amidst these relics, something intriguing caught your eye.

Two sketchbooks. It had been ages since you held one, forgetting that you were once an artist. They were dusty, and as you opened them, a rush of emotions accompanied the doodles of a past version of yourself.

There was Millennium Park, scenic landscapes, a woman on a train, and countless pages filled with familiar green-eyed gazes. A sigh caught in your throat, realizing the depth of your feelings for Carmy.

So many sketches of him, capturing every detail—nose, eyes, hands, lips, his entire essence. Undoubtedly, he was your muse. A mix of drama and nostalgia coursed through you, and amidst the clutter, you decided to keep these memories of a former you.

And thoughts about Carmy? They remained.

One evening, you found yourself outside The Bear. No one seemed to notice you, but the lively atmosphere tempted you to step inside, maybe greet Carmy, and shoot him a teasing look for giving a number that didn't quite belong to him.

But you hesitate.

Chasing someone who clearly wasn't interested felt a bit degrading, and despite your annoyance with life's twists, you weren't willing to go that far.

As the days whisked by, the Berzattos kept popping up, serving as constant reminders. A chance meeting with Natalie at a cozy café unraveled, and she could hardly believe it was really you standing there. She hugged you warmly, apologizing for everything that had transpired between you and Carmy.

In the end, Carmy hadn't spilled the tea about your return to Chicago. And even though you pretended not to care about the opinion of your super-talented ex-boyfriend and chef, there was a subtle sting to your pride. You shared the thing about the supermarket encounter, the email, and the phone number.

Sugar was livid.

In The Bear's kitchen, Carmen's sister stormed furiously towards the office where her brother would likely be sorting out bureaucratic matters with Syd. With a hand on the door and furrowed brows, Natalie burst in like a typhoon.

"What is wrong with you?"

Sydney paused mid-motion, holding a notebook and pen in hand, her eyes shifting from Carmy to Sugar.

"Good morning to you too, Sug" he continued writing something in one of the notebooks, but Natalie had no patience for her brother at the moment.

"I’m not joking, Carmy.”

Finally, he looked at her.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Angel ?"

Carmy froze in his tracks.

"What about Angel?"

"Sorry, is Angel a person or...?" Sydney seemed confused, trying to catch up with the conversation.

"You didn't even mention she was in town. And worse, you gave a fake number! What's your problem?"

"Sugar, can we discuss this later?" Carmy already had his hands over his face, sliding through his hair carelessly.

"No, we can't."

"Ooookay, I think that's my cue. Talk to you later, Chef."

And just like that, Sydney was far enough away for them to continue the unwanted argument.

"Care to explain yourself?" Natalie crossed her arms, leaning against one of the walls.

Carmy sighed, feeling defeated.

How could he convey his dark thoughts to his sister without leaving her extremely worried? How would he say that he felt dread at the prospect of something good and beautiful approaching his broken and confused life? How could he explain that sometimes feeling like a victim was safer than letting someone truly enter his life?

"I... Did you-did you see her?"

"Of course, and she seemed really disappointed, Carmy," Natalie poured out to her brother. "Why did you do that? Did something happen that I don't know about?"

"No. Nothing. Angel... She's just... Too much, you know?" Carmy felt powerless, like an open wound. "She was part of a version that doesn't exist anymore, and I know it wouldn't work out. Seeing her is like... It just wouldn't work out, Sugar."

Natalie felt sorry for her brother. She knew Carmy, and despite being irritated, she knew he would have a justification.

"Oh, Carmy..." Sugar approached, placing a hand on her brother's shoulder. "Even if you don't want any kind of involvement with her, apologize, okay?"

"Yeah, I'll do that."

"I know you will."

The phone rang three times before you answered.

Pouring yourself a generous glass of red wine, you settled in to enjoy one of your favorite TV series. It was a healing day, for sure. Just wine, television, take-out food, and your own company.

" Hello ?"

"Hm, angel ?"

Involuntarily, your heart did a somersault. Even though you knew who it was, you tried to tease Carmy. "Is this really your number, or is it just another lie you want to tell?"

"I'm sorry."

The time it took for his response was enough for you to sit on the sofa and savor the wine on your lips. "It's okay, Carmy."

"No, no. It's not okay. I’m a fuckin’ asshole."

"I guess, but I understand that you don't want someone from your past in your life, and... well, it was kind of a jerk move, but you don't owe me anything."

Things weren't going according to the script Carmy had planned in his mind.

His house was dark, only the bathroom light on, and the cold wind kissed his face in the dimness of the night. He was afraid that if he pulled his hair any harder, strands would come out in his hand. Anxiety was eating him alive, and the worst part was that he had made his own bed.

"That's not true. How can I make it up to you?"

You smiled to yourself, considering the possibilities. "For lying?"

"For being a fucking idiot, angel. Tell me."

Your sigh made Carmy's heart race. He expected you to yell and curse him with all the names he deserved. But your calmness was worse than he could imagine.

"I don't know, Carmy. You were the one who gave me a fake number. Maybe you have to figure that out."

"Sure, sure. I, uh, will think about it. By the way, Natalie gave me your number, so..."

"I figured."

"Are you free tomorrow? In the afternoon?"

"Maybe..." you toyed with the remaining liquid in the glass.

"Let's grab a coffee or something, yeah? I'll text you then."

"Okay. Goodnight, Berzatto."

Carmy was in the midst of deciding whether he regretted scheduling this coffee.

Strolling through the chilly streets of Chicago, he had the unruly companion in his hands and the smoke flooding his lungs. With every step, it felt like he was ready to take three steps back. As if little devils were rolling dice in the game and angels were rolling their eyes.

He was about to flick the cigarette away when he saw you. And damn , you looked like a mirage.

The face sculpted by angels, the sweetness and wildness in the gaze that only he could recognize. And that red lipstick... He'd be damned to hell.

Approaching, he stamped out the cigarette and watched your face light up. I'm a fucking idiot.

"Berzatto. You showed up."

"We made plans."

"Yeah, that’s why I was worried." and again, the calmness was like a stab in his chest.

During the walk to the coffee shop, Carmy and you talked about life's nonsense and how things seem different now.

"How’s Chicago treating ya?"

" Ugh . It's hard to find something to do in this city. I mean, after I went to Los Angeles, I really thought chasing dreams was something special. You can't imagine my reaction when I found out I wasn't the only one," you smiled to yourself, holding the coffee cup. "I feel like a failure. An imposter."

"Why?" Carmy looked at you and clenched his own fist, tempted to touch you.

"Throughout all the years I spent in L.A, I realized that my dream was getting farther away every day. And every day..." you glanced at him briefly. "Every day, I wished to have my old life back, y’know? Simpler times."

"I understand."

Of course, Carmy understood. He had been through hell on earth to be where he is now, but there was a certain innocence and delicacy in the past that he couldn't leave behind. A moment in his life in which you were also a part.

"The greatest chef Carmen Berzatto sympathizes with the story of a fake rising star?"

And as if it were scripted, Carmy and you stopped in the middle of the avenue, connecting in an inexplicable way.

"You'd be surprised."

And amidst random conversations and reminiscing about people from the past and times that certainly wouldn't return, the night appeared as a pleasant surprise, and you found yourselves again in the block where you had met, in front of The Bear.

"Well, I guess that's it," you said, still trying to stifle the laughter because somehow, Carmy Berzatto could draw some laughs out of you. "Thanks for the coffee and the walk, Berzatto."

The strange silence filled the night air, condensing your breaths.

But at that point, Carmy felt good, so good that his mind had given him a respite.

Without hugs and touches, you awkwardly said goodbye and went your way. "Actually..." Carmy made you stop in your tracks. "I'm kinda starving, and uh, if you want to come in, I-I can whip up something quick. If you want."

Your smile made Carmy feel at home. "Sure."

You didn't understand much, but watching Carmen Berzatto move through the kitchen of his own restaurant was like witnessing art come to life.

Everything was so clean and empty. There was a large counter where you sat, just observing the magic unfold. Seeing him like that brought back memories you weren't sure if you should remember.

There were nights when Carmy experimented with new recipes, and you both spent the night in the kitchen—him as the chef, of course, and you merely assisting, grabbing an ingredient here and there. Even when he claimed it looked like shit , you would kiss him and say it was great, that he was talented. To you, Carmy was Midas.

Watching him from behind, you couldn't help but notice the tattoos and how his muscular and oh-so-masculine arm moved swiftly to stir the contents in the pan. You lowered your head, thinking you might be seeing too much. You knew nothing about Carmy's love life; it was a topic you avoided all afternoon, like a minefield—not safe yet.

"Here." Carmy crossed the small space to the counter, holding a spoon and a coppery liquid close to your face. "Try it."

You almost choked on your saliva but kept your composure as his large, sparkling emerald eyes met yours. You opened your lips slowly, waiting for him to place the spoon in your mouth. Carmy didn't know exactly how much time passed, lost in your lips—inviting, scarlet, as soft as velvet—and your sinless eyes. It was somehow sensual and intimate that he could die. As the taste hit your palate, it was like an explosion of flavors: honey, orange, citrusy, and sweet all at once.

He stood there, waiting for a reaction.

"So good." Your eyes were locked onto Carmy's, and all he knew was your lips, dangerously close, making his heart beat irregularly.

"Yeah?" He approached meticulously, you noticed.

"Yeah."

You weren't sure what you were doing. Carmy wasn't either.

Submerged in a world already known in aquamarine, you felt your heart beat faster. His hand touched the side of your thigh, and that little touch of skin-on-skin made your body burn. Not a common burn. Burning for Carmy. For something you once had.

And this was the worst way to burn.

"Bear," you breathed. He was so near, my God, you could sense the nicotine and cologne, the distinctive essence of that man before you. If you extended your fingers, you could brush against his face, yet you refrained.

The endearing pet name left Carmy suspended. What in the world did he believe he was doing?

Inviting you for coffee after being a colossal dipshit, thinking that cooking a meal could mend the bygone years? Believing that crafting a repast would reconstruct the past and heal the heart he once left broken?

"I’m sorry," Carmy retreated, his hands gracing his temples, eyebrows, the bridge of his nose, and traversing his entire countenance. "I-I don't know, uh, what I was doing."

"Carmy."

"No. I-I'll serve the dishes, and I hope it doesn't taste like shit." He moved with celerity, evading the recent occurrence. His finesse was so adept that you began questioning yourself.

He initiated the retrieval of plates, the sonorous clink of crockery harmonizing with the cascade of hex he cast into the ether. You descended from the counter, advancing towards him, heart racing, and mind more befuddled than ever. Was this the intended outcome, after all?

"Carmy!" you implored, as if your words were echoes unheard. He appeared agitated, fervently seeking something you couldn't fathom.

"Where the fuck’s that shit? I swear to fucking God, all these fucking assholes stresses the fuck out of me. They come here, cook, and leave everything a fucking mess, and I can't even find the FUCKING WINE CORK!"

Carmy's metamorphosis when angered was perturbing. His visage flushed crimson, veins on the brink of eruption, and words discharged without restraint.

"It's okay!"

"No, fuck that shit!" he forcefully disengaged as you tried to soothe him. Carmy leaned against the stove, trembling hands and bowed head. It was too much. It was enough. "You should leave."

"What?" You could hardly believe it. Humor was almost slipping off your tongue, but the way his muscles moved under the white T-shirt, and how he didn't even look at you, said it all.

"Just fucking go, alright?"

You yearned for a day when clouds were as ethereal as cotton and the sun gleamed unprecedentedly, perhaps a day when Carmy Berzatto's enigma unraveled. Until that day materialized, you’d simply leave. You seized your coat and left.

Berzatto’s downfall was knowing that this was the pattern.

No matter how many attempts he made, worthiness eluded him. Each time, he became the architect of your heartbreak, irrespective of the circumstance.

It was his eternal condemnation.

[its-us-against-the-world]

radiant. carefree. dreamy.

i would bet money that he's saying something along the lines of "what am i supposed to do with this?"

but also the fragrance ad landing right next to them right then is so funny to me

[piromina]

Meanwhile, in the emoverse:

Shadybug: Hey supreme

Supreme: WHAT

Claw noir, narrowing his eyes: what EXACTLY is your motive

Supreme: I want to. Gain power. And stuff. You know, the usual. Ehehehe~

Shadybug, grabbing the Supreme by the collar and staring into its soul: oh really. Is that the truth. For real?

Supreme: (gulps nervously) The-the truth is the Supreme! ehehe

Claw noir: So. You recruited us, children, to help you.

Supreme: Y-yes?

Claw noir: Giving us the most powerful miraculouses.

Supreme: Uh...

Claw noir: While having full knowledge that we are slowly killing ourselves by abusing the miraculous.

Supreme:

Claw noir: And that we wouldn't BE killing ourselves if we weren't children.

Supreme:

Claw noir, clenching his teeth: So tell me, Supreme, is your motive really to gain power, or is it to kill all the children. In the world.

Supreme:

Shadybug: That's what we thought.

Shadybug: Therefore, we have decided to stop using the miraculous for evil purposes and join the Resistance.

Shadybug, looking at Supreme one last time: Nobody. Touches. My. Fleabag.

Claw noir: I have the cataclysm ready my shady.

Shadybug: Fuck you I don't need cataclysm.

Claw noir: Well how the fuck are we gonna use this then

Shadybug: Easy. I'll tell you something so stupid it will make you wanna cataclysm yourself

Claw noir: You think it would really be that easy--

Shadybug: Radiant, carefree, dreamy~

Claw noir: NOO MY ONE WEAKNESS

Shadybug: Adrien...

Claw noir: Stop this madness !!!

Shadybug: the fragrance~

Claw noir: I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORR!!*uses cataclysm on conveniently placed Adrien billboard*

*Shadybug chases Claw noir out, leaving the supreme questioning his existence*

[aeferkssr]

𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫 ‧₊˚ ✩

i was all alone with the love of my life. she's got glitter for skin my radiant beam in the night. i don't need no light to see you. shine, it's your golden hour

credits: strucktrue on twt. established relationship. modern au. 0.5k wrds

masterlist.

multiple streetlights flash by his car as you two drive to gods know where, your hands entertwined as you sing along to the music on the radio. you felt that you two were the only people in the world: just two lovers, together.

the sky was divine, mixed hues of pink anmd orange danced around the car in an enchanting waltz. although the sun was setting, you had all of the light you needed since the driver, aether, was the sun himself.

radient, carefree, dreamy - only a few of the words you could use to describe him. you gaze at his side profile as he sings the song, playing through the speakers of his car, his eyes focus on the road as his mouth curves to form an absolutely enchanting smile.

"you're staring" he comments as you giggle to yourself, expression never changing.

"yeah.."

aether's smile gets impossibly wider as he squeezes your hand, brings it to his lips, and graces it with a kiss. you focus back onto the road as aether rubs your hand with his thumb, it was your turn for your smile to become wider.

the car stops at the foot of a small hill, exiting the vehicle you two reunite hands.

"is this where you wanted to take me?" you comment, soaking up the scenery around you.

the hill was more like a cliff, as it hung over a large river that lay below it. on the hill itself grew luscious, green blades of grass and cecelias grew out opf the soil, the latter being a local specialty. you look back to aether to see him smiling back at you, his eyes held so much adoration and love, and it was all directed at you.

"what? you in love or somethin'?" you tease.

"yeah.." he says, probably mocking you from earlier.

he then squeezes your hand and drags you up the hill, running to the top of the hill. as the both of you laugh like kids on a sugar rush, you're brought back to your youth.

aether pulling you across the playground to try and get to the set of swings first, and you barely keep up with him. moments where he looks after you, takes care of you, and loves you unconditionally, flash throughout your mind but a certain memory sticks. the pair of you on the very same swing set from an earlier memory, the moment where you realised how angelic he was.

you remember wanting oh so badly to declare your love for him then and there, were you scared? or were you just too stunned from his beauty?

you come back to your present, the both of yopu sat on a conveniently placed log. convenient, in the sense that it gave you front row seats to the golden sunset that was in front of you.

"this is why i wanted to take you here," aether says as he gets closer to you, wrapping his arm around your waist. you lean into his touch and take a deep breath, he smelt so warm. a perfect scent, and the perfect person, to go with the perfect scenery.

© aeferkssr

[cosmichighpriestess]

♡ ̆̈Beauty Affirmations♡ ̆̈

𓆩 ♡ 𓆪.🪞beauty comes from within first, it is a decision to feel beautiful and to be a beautiful soul first from within. You can say these affirmations in your mind with a strong commanding internal voice, you can say them outloud, chant them, and for the most powerful results you can sing them, doesn't matter how good your voice sounds, or use similar beauty subliminals online. Remember you already are beautiful these are just enhancers for your avatar. Reminder to drink lots & lots of water and take a lot of salt baths for faster results.🪞𓆩 ♡ 𓆪.

♡ ̆̈I am beautiful inside and out. Everyday in every way I am more beautiful. My beauty is a ray of light. I was beautiful, I am beautiful and I will be beautiful forever. 𓆩 ♡ 𓆪

♡ ̆̈I light up every room I walk into. My essence is attractive. I have a beautiful smile. I radiate divine energy. I have thick healthy hair. I am so grateful for my natural beauty. Every cell in my body radiates beauty. Everywhere I go I am complimented for my beauty. I have a stunning body and a stunning mind. My skin is so radiant. I radiate love and I can easily love every life and everyone.𓆩 ♡ 𓆪.

♡ ̆̈I have crystal clear eye vision. I have perfect, silky, smooth healthy hair. I am confident, strong and carefree. My presence feels so calm and comforting. I am prettier everyday in everyway. I have perfect, dewy flawless skin. My skin shimmers. I embody natural beauty. 𓆩 ♡ 𓆪.

♡ ̆̈I already have my desired face. I already have my desired body. My face is perfectly symmetrical. My skin is always hydrated. My body is always healthy. My body is always healing. I love every cell in my body. My cells are beautiful. I am extremely magnetic. My beauty is so dreamy. I am so happy and so grateful I have my desired body now. ♡ ̆̈

𓆩 ♡ 𓆪.♡ ̆̈Ask-firmations♡ ̆̈𓆩 ♡ 𓆪.

♡ ̆̈Why is my beauty extremely intoxicating? Why is everything about me amazing and beautiful? Why do I love myself so much? Why am I so charming? Why am I so powerful? Why am I so mysterious? Why am I so gorgeous? Why am I so emotionally intelligent? Why am I so desirable? Why can I seduce anyone? Why is my beauty so striking? Why is my skin so flawless? ♡ ̆̈

♡ ̆̈Why are my eyelashes so long? Why is my face so symmetrical? Why are my teeth so healthy, white and straight? Why do all my desires manifest as soon as I desire them? Why is my waist so tiny? Why is my face so thin? Why do I have such large hips? Why do I feel so youthful? Why do I look and feel younger everyday? Why do I have glass like skin? Why is my voice so enchanting, alluring, smooth, and sexy? Why do I always have Korean skincare? Why am I so intelligent and clever? Why am I so flawless and breathtaking? Why am I so damn beautiful? ♡ ̆̈

♡ ̆̈Why does my body look good in anything I wear? Why do I have my desired luxury wardrobe? Why do I look so beautiful without makeup? Why do I always get spoiled by everyone? Why are my lips so big and plump? Why are my collarbones so noticable? Why do I have an angel skull? Why are my arms so toned? Why are my nails always manicured? Why do I always get free spa trips? Why am I so cute and adorable? Why does everyone call me gorgeous everywhere I go? Why do I have my desired face shape? Why is it so easy for me to eat healthy? Why am I so photogenic and video-genic? Why does everyone have a crush on me? Why do I always get invited to exclusive vip areas? Why am I so unforgettable? ♡ ̆̈

♡ ̆̈Why do I always look so good in artificial fluorescent lighting? Why is my skin always blurred and glowing? Why do I look like an extremely expensive model? Why do I have a natural, expensive perfume on all the time? Why do I always look so clean? Why is my body always so fit and healthy? Why does my 3D conform instantly to my desires? I am so happy and so grateful I have my ideal face shape. Why do all my desires show up instantly? Why do I love myself so much? Why do I look more beautiful than the moon, the stars and all the galaxies combined?♡ ̆̈

[userdarkxwolf17]

Radiant ✨ Carefree 🌈 Dreamy ♥️ Darren ADRIEN The fragrance 🌷

[perditaalottachocolate-blog]

Radiant, carefree, dreamy... Mister Bug

[rancherss]

Two thoughts run through my head while looking at this!

First one being Tadashi with the Adrien Agreste commercial: Radiant. Carefree, Dreamy, Tadashi!

The second being these peanuts bois behind him gawking and probably talking about why Adam calls him his dog and Reki being like probably a kink thing

[lawanya3810]

radiant, carefree......dreamy ....Adrien the fragrance...

Our marinette learning and watching every second of the ad.....😆😆

[halfagone]

Here's a preview without context!:

CaffeineFix

Not all that creative, as it turns out

Who the FUCK is Mr. Pigeon?

And why has he been akumatized over 70 times??

PLUS!

Halfdead

What?? It���s true!!

His fragrance ad is a little dorky, but I guess that just adds to his charm?

Radiant

Carefree

✨ Dreamy ✨