#LadyWalker

[sidsinning]

My friend recently commissioned me to revamp this piece for a vertical poster (and a smiling Cat Walker)!

Commissions Open!

[mari-cherri]

Happy Late Holidays @blur0se!

I was your @mlsecretsanta! So sorry for how late this is... I got pretty sick just before Christmas and it left me scrambling to catch up with a lot of things, but I hope you like it now! I wanted to try something sorta angsty and you said you liked ladynoir and ladywalker so I made up a scenario where Catwalker has to fill in again and Marinette is super torn between how much she misses Chat Noir vs how easy it is to like CatWalker.

And here's a little ladywalker doodle as a sorry for this being so late!

[kuromori4]

Mapo Tofu

I finally did some art for my own fic! 😅

Read Triptych Soul, Chapter 7 : Chat Fight

Thank you to @amarilke for late nights helping me with lighting and such! <3

Catwalker had already swallowed down the bite of Char Siu and had now picked up a nice big chunk of Mapo Tofu. This time, it was Ladybug’s eyes that bulged wide.  “Oh no, I forgot—!” Too late. Catwalker popped it in his mouth, and Ladybug pulled a face as she waited for his reaction. As she suspected, Catwalker’s face turned a deep shade of red from the neck up, and he made a little strangled noise in his throat. “—it’s spicy,” she finished with a wince. Chat Noir was an absolute wuss when it came to spice. Catwalker shook his head wildly, swallowed down the lump of tofu, likely whole, and began coughing and sputtering while pounding at his chest. “No—” he coughed. “It’s—it’s good.” His insistence wasn’t convincing; his eyes were watering.

[donsive]

Mlb missed out on the opportunity to make the cat walker arc longer and make the story about ladybug finding out cat walker is just chat noir and telling him he doesn't need to change to be apart of the team and realizes she basically left him out and tries her best to make him feel apart of everything again and not feel the loneliness he felt before. WHYYYYY

[amarilke]

Chapter 7 of Triptych Soul, 'Chat Fight', is out!

In this chapter we get to see Catwalker going through a wide range of emotions and we also have Chat Noir! Go read this chapter and check out the amazing illustrations by @kuromori4 herself and by @ohwwhuvcreations ❣

Shoutout to @fandomofone for her hard work as a beta and to the @mlbigbang2024 mods for guiding us through this incredible experience ♡

[asukiess]

kuro neko, a collaboration with @bittersweetresilience

myth//futile devices//your protector

[nixthelapin]

A Jekyll&Hyde type akuma whose power is to bring out a hidden or repressed part of your personality (but like, making two of you instead of switching in one body), and when Chat gets hit suddenly there’s both “normal” Chat (I’ll get to that in a sec) and Cat Walker/Patte de Velours at the same time.

(Cue Ladybug freaking out upon learning they’re the same person)

“Normal” Chat looks the same, but is just a bit more intense (since this is Adrien’s way of “letting loose” to not be how he is as a civilian, he’s not too different, but because of the split he does lose some usual traits). I.e. *heavily* flirting with LB, going at it with the puns, more agressive and impulsive with the akuma, doesnt like following orders (especially with the remaining feelings of anger towards the partnership being put further into question as LB prefers CW), heart on his sleeve

Cat Walker is also not super different to the episode he was in, but is also more intense thanks to the akuma: all business- no nonsense, doesn’t laugh at jokes (even in a “I’ll laugh if you want” way, like in Kuroneko), cordial to LB, follows LB’s orders to a T (to the point of not making his own decisions in battle), calm and collected (almost emotionless, even with that plastered smile)

CN starts to hate CW as the fight goes on, because LB seems to prefer him (and she’s understandably getting annoyed with CN’s impulsivity). CN gets territorial, saying that he’s LB’s partner. CW: “then why did she replace you with me?” (Man, look at all the self hatred in Adrien’s psyche!)

So CN runs off and leaves them alone to fight the akuma. This ticks LB off even more, but she has an akuma to deal with- and she has CW- so she lets him go.

As the fight goes on, some of the same issues from Kuroneko occur, so she also gets frustrated with CW too.

Since he’s acting more extreme than normal (more like someone awaiting orders than a partner due to the Jekyll&Hyde thing), it causes more problems (like him waiting for her decisions leaving openings where he could’ve done something proactive)

She actually blows up at him, asking why he didn’t do anything (“I was waiting for you to tell me the plan!”), and she says he should be able to think on his own, he doesn’t need her to tell him everything, but- “I thought I was just being what you wanted.”

(He’s shocked and genuinely hurt- though it’s still pretty quiet emotion, subdued and apologetic)

And that’s when it clicks for her what becoming CW was back in Kuroneko. He was molding himself for her. And this version of CW is even more of that. She realizes just how much CN suppresses, not just for her, but for everyone- why else would this be a major aspect of his personality?

(Also, Patte de Velours? Velvet Paw? That’s basically saying he’s been declawed. Yikes.)

She makes CN get his butt back to the fight (or she finds him- he may have been doing something while away like talking with someone, maybe Alya or Nino, or Luka). CN and CW argue more, with insults. Then she goes on a whole rant/lecture to them about how important they both are, both to her and to each other, how they are one person, and their traits are both important, but each extreme is not great. Ex: instinct/impulse and service/obedience (the key is self control, so that your emotions aren’t controlling you, but neither is another person). He is allowed to be both! Neither personality is bad, and hating one is just hating himself- he can’t just reject a fundamental part of himself.

She makes them agree to work together to defeat the akuma. It’s awkward at first, but they get a rhythm by seeing where each one is needed in the plan (LB does still do that, but how they follow is more fluid now). Two cataclysms now! Yay! (Maybe they used their powers already and have to de transform, and they see themselves as Adrien- the same one, not different, and it gets through their skulls. Idk I’m spitballing).

They have a quick talk between the two about accepting each other, it won’t be easy, I’m nervous, we’ll be okay (“yeah, I think we will :)”), etc.

Ends with them combining back with the ladybug cure. Surprise! His outfit is combined too! (Honestly, I just want the ponytail with the fluffy hair)

LB and CN have a talk after recharging about everything. CN apologizes for lying about CW and explains why and how he did it. LB didn’t realize how much he hid. She never meant for him to change or hate parts of himself. He thought she didn’t like the CN parts of him, but LB promises that isn’t true. She admits she did get… annoyed, but never hate! She loves both sides of him. Besides, CW didn’t work out that first time, remember? (Though she very much leaves out her intense crushing being the deciding factor there)

CN admits he feels more, well, not whole, exactly, he’s actually still pretty uncertain about what all this means for “who he is,” but… he can at least say he feels less like he has to perform all the time. He loves being Chat Noir, but he is exaggerating a bit when he transforms, in part to be not like his civilian life. He tells her he’s not like that as a civilian, but he’s also not like Cat Walker. But he’s not really sure who “he” is yet. (What I’m getting at is Oblivio!Adrien- dorky, but not over the top, in love, trusts his lady to make the plan, but is still proactive, etc.)

LB says that’s okay, he doesn’t have to figure it out right away. But she’ll be there to help him figure it out.

END

[zodoods]

@asukiess i give u ladywalker but at what cost

(au where ladybug falls for chat walker but at a cost to her psyche…maybe I’ll give this a part two we’ll see)

[wisteriasymphony]

@asukiess have we considered femwalkering mister bug. i have some ideas (that may or may not include the precanon yo yo sword)

i'm liking name ideas that play into carmine (Carminelle?) or maybe like. ruby something or other? but miss bug works too. anyway she has disney princess hair

[shortmexicangirl]

hey @wackus-bonkus-maximus !! i was ur secret santa hehe

i’m ngl this spiralled. your prompt was pretty open so i had a lot of ideas: but my original plan was an edit incorporating odnlb fanart, which turned into “wait i have a vision now guess i’m doing my own fanart”, which turned into 20 seconds, which turned into… a minute and a half??? but i had a LOT of fun making it lol so enjoy :))

[arts-and-drafts]

Someone New (Miraculous Ladybug)

Or; Adrien Agreste Does Drag (The Complete Novelization). I am just in love with Fem!Catwalker AUs I couldn't resist

AO3 LINK

-

Adrien groaned audibly and dropped his head in his hands after looking in the mirror to see Chat Noir for the thirteenth time.

"Claws in," he moped.

"This isn't working." Adrien complained, as soon as Plagg rematerialized. His kwami rolled his eyes and floated over to his desk to pick up another rancid slice of cheese.

"Just try harder, kid!" Plagg replied, oh-so-helpfully. "Really feel the role! Aren't you supposed to be an actor?"

"I'm a model," Adrien grumbled the correction, with no real bite behind it. Plagg made a flippant 'same-difference' gesture with his paw, his mouth full of camembert. He must've realized how genuinely upset Adrien was right now, because usually the kwami would talk with his mouth full, regardless of how much Adrien hated it.

Well, it was nice to know at least someone was taking his feelings into account.

Adrien shook the thought from his head. It was his own fault he had to be doing this, right now, trying to find a way to be someone he wasn't just to be Ladybug's partner again.

He couldn't pin his bitterness on her. He'd known how she felt for a long, long time.

’I'm sorry, mon chaton...there's someone else.’

Adrien locked eyes with his reflection. It looked sad.

"Alright-" Plagg announced, making a show of cracking his back and neck as he floated back over to Adrien. "Ready for round fourteen?" The kwami asked cheekily.

Adrien rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the mirror, scrutinizing the reflection looking back at him. What wasn't he getting? Something was missing, something he needed, but he couldn't begin to figure it out.

Feel the role.

But he was trying, and it wasn't working.

"Hey, what'd the mirror do to you?" Plagg asked, pulling Adrien from his thoughts. He turned to his kwami, hoping his despair was clear on his face.

"Aw, come on, Adrien, it's really not that hard!" Plagg said, flying around to Adrien's other side and turning his chin to look back at the mirror. "Maybe don't think of it like acting. Think of it like...wearing the scent of a new cheese!"

Adrien couldn't help but scoff, a traitorous smile quirking at the corners of his lips. Plagg continued on, undeterred.

"You're not trying to say you hate cheese." Plagg said. "You're just expressing another cheese that you like!"

Adrien blinked.

Somehow, this time, Plagg's cheese metaphor made sense to him.

"I'm still me." Adrien said slowly. "I just...need to be a different part of me."

Plagg made a delighted noise. "Finally! I get through to you! About time you started listening to my genius."

That got Adrien to actually laugh, and he turned to his kwami.

"Alright. Let's try again."

Plagg nodded, and floated up to eye level, looking at Adrien with confidence. Confidence in him. Confident that Adrien could do this.

How could Adrien have ever thought that giving him up was the right thing to do?

"I'm...sorry, by the way." Adrien admitted, looking his kwami in the eyes. "I didn't consider how backing out of being Chat Noir would make you feel."

"Pshh." Plagg waved his paw in the air fervently, like he was swatting a bug. "Enough of that mushy stuff. I have my favorite kitten back, and that's all that matters."

Adrien smiled so wide his cheeks hurt.

"Plagg, claws out!"

-

Adrien couldn't sleep.

He'd tried and failed to transform into someone new over and over after his and Plagg's "heart-to-heart", despite the advice his kwami gave him. He just couldn't see himself being anything other than what he was. Chat Noir.

Sometimes, being Chat Noir felt even more right than being Adrien Agreste.

Most times.

Adrien groaned and pressed his pillow over his face.

Maybe it would be better to just go back to Ladybug as himself. Apologize, and ask to be let back on her team. On their team.

Jealousy, hot and guilty, clenched in his gut at the thought. He'd do anything for his lady and her love, but he wasn't willing to resort to crawling back to her like a street cat, desperate for a home.

He was better than that. Or at the very least, he was more stubborn than that.

"What's eatin' ya, kid?" Plagg asked, curled up on his own little section of Adrien's pillow, his eyes softly glowing green in the dark. Adrien lifted the pillow from his face to cut a glare at his kwami.

"Geez, I was just asking." Plagg replied, his brow furrowing. "Are you really that caught up on the transformation thing?"

"Of course I am, Plagg!" Adrien cried, throwing his arms up hopelessly. "This is the only way I can be with my lady again and I can't get it right!"

Plagg made a gagging sound, which did not help Adrien's mood.

"I'll never understand how mortals are obsessed with anything other than cheese." Plagg sighed wearily, and then floated upwards off the pillow. "Okay, kid, let's go."

"Go where?" Adrien asked, his bad mood faltering a bit.

Plagg zipped over to the window. "To somewhere that will really help you transform. In any way you want."

Adrien squinted suspiciously, but sat up in bed all the same. "...What place can do that?”

-

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this," Adrien seethed, mortified, his face flushed and hot as he stared up at the neon sign that Plagg had led him to.

"What?" Plagg said, smugness in his tone as he poked his head out of Adrien's coat pocket. "There's no better place in Paris to find such masters of natural transformation. And you have superpowers at your disposal, too!"

"No better place than a drag bar?!" Adrien asked, his voice shrill as it could get with him still whispering. Plagg narrowed his eyes.

"Don't you dare talk bad about drag bars! One of my past holders got his start in one, you know!" Plagg reprimanded, sounding unusually serious. Adrien stammered.

"I don't—Plagg, I don't care that it's a drag bar!" Adrien tried to say. "I just—what if anyone sees Adrien Agreste lurking around a place like this! My father would-"

"Calm down, Adrien, sweet brie!" Plagg rolled his eyes. "I'm not asking Adrien Agreste to go in there."

Adrien went quiet as the wheels turned in his head.

"Wh—Chat Noir?!" Adrien balked. Plagg stared at him deadpan, like he was stupid. "No, obviously I mean Hawkmoth. Of course Chat Noir!"

"That's not even legal! I'm not eighteen yet!" Adrien tried to argue, though he was pretty certain nobody would question Chat Noir's age. Plagg scoffed.

"Your human lives are so short." Plagg complained. "Why would you wait for anything when every moment is so important? I'll never understand it."

"Claws out." Adrien commanded instead of answering, closing his eyes as the magic washed over him. He didn't want to risk another second being here as Adrien Agreste, even with his coat hood up.

No sooner did he open his eyes as Chat Noir, his paranoia was rewarded.

"Hey, kid, you okay?"

And Adrien turned to see the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.

She was tall, with a wig that added two feet to her height, clad in a flattering hot pink skin-tight dress. What looked like a coat entirely made of baby pink feathers was draped over her, to combat the cold.

The most striking thing was her face. She was wearing lots of makeup, not just to look pretty but to also stand out, every stroke of eyeliner and every brush of lipstick and every pad of foundation expertly placed to accent her handsome features in all the boldest ways. 

A drag queen. Adrien had never met one before.

Is this what being starstruck was like?

"Not the well-mannered type, are we?" The queen teased, and Adrien quickly snapped his mouth shut, his face going scarlet. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't-"

"Easy, honey. I'm only kidding." The queen stood back to her full height from where she bent slightly to address him, and Adrien had to crane his neck to look her in the eye.

"What's Chat Noir doing around here?" The queen asked, and Adrien knew she wasn't being accusatory, but his heart rate picked up anyway.

"I—a friend told me—" Adrien stammered. "I-"

"You're here for the show?" The queen guided his question gently, and Adrien tried to get a hold of himself.

"Um...I-I don't know." He said, deciding to be honest. "I wanted to see how your...makeup is done?"

Blessedly, the queen's eyes lit up.

"Oh, of course!" She said, smiling. "We love teaching the next generation. It's not often we meet a lot of younger ones interested nowadays."

Oh. She thought Adrien meant he wanted to see the makeup to do it himself.

Though...isn't that why Plagg brought him here?

"It's just—really impressive," Adrien tried to pull off his regular superhero charm, and it wasn't a lie. He'd been around makeup his whole life, people all around him powdering and painting him to make sure he was the epitome of perfect before a shoot.

But this, this was...something truly incredible. This queen wasn't using makeup to cover her imperfections. She was using it as an identity, as much of a mask as his was when he transformed into Chat Noir. 

Something clicked in his head all at once.

"That's sweet of you, honey." The queen brought him back to reality with a smile. "I'd love to tell you how it's done, but I go on in five." She said, turning away from him to shuffle through her bright pink clutch she procured from her feather coat.

"But," she continued, and held out a card to him with a smile. "I have a backstage VIP class on how I apply my look, and a behind-the-scenes tour. Just give my manager a call."

Adrien took the card, glancing a look at it. In swirling purple letters were the words 'FELICITY VALENTINE', followed by a phone number.

"Felicity?" Adrien looked up, and the queen flipped her hair. "The one and only," she confirmed with a wink.

"And, hey." She said, her voice turning gentle. "Take it at your own pace, okay? No pressure."

"Thank you," Adrien replied, startled by her sudden change.

Felicity Valentine smiled at him, waved her acrylic-nail accessorized fingers, and with a swish of her feather coat, disappeared into the bar, her only goodbye being a call over her shoulder. "Ciao, whiskers!"

Leaving Adrien dumbly standing with a business card in hand, staring at the doors of the building.

He oddly felt that her words of encouragement weren't just talking about giving her a call.

-

Back in his bedroom, Adrien laid flat on his back on his couch and stared at the ceiling. It was well past 2:00 AM now, but he wasn't tired in the slightest.

A weird buzzing had overcome his chest after he got home. Something like giddiness, but much more tinged with nervousness instead of excitement.

He couldn't for the life of him figure out why.

Something about the way Felicity looked at him. Like...she knew something. Something that he didn't know himself.

Her words continued to rotate in Adrien’s mind until they didn’t sound like words anymore. 

’Take it at your own pace. No pressure.’

He thought about how Plagg compared drag to being a mask, a new identity.

Adrien sharply sat up, fueled with new determination. He quickly went to the mirror and flicked on the overhead light, his kwami uttering a sleepy mumble.

“Kid…? Wha’ are you doin’?” Plagg yawned, exposing his tiny needle-like teeth.

“I’m gonna try again.” Adrien replied, staring his reflection in the eyes.

“Can’t it wait til’ the morning?” Plagg grumped, but floated up from his little pillow despite his complaining.

“Claws out,” Adrien replied, and Plagg’s sleepy yelp was lost in the transformation.

Adrien opened his eyes, and saw-

Someone new.

He gasped, raising a hand to his masked face. His clawed gloves had been replaced with fingerless leather, the tips of his fingers now adorned with neon green acrylic nails sharp as claws. His mask was much more angular and lined in bright green, much more akin to a masquerade mask. His cat-like eyes were complimented by long, neon green eyelashes in the corners of his eyelids. His cheekbones now looked sharp as knives, the magic of the transformation having worked actual magic with his makeup and foundation.

His lips were painted black, though outlined with that same striking green. His blond hair still kept that short and shaggy look from Chat Noir’s persona, but it looked like a blown out perm that was now longer in the back, of course all pulled together by signature cat ears.

His suit was still the same skintight leather-like material, but it was now complemented by green line patterns starting at his wrists and ankles and climbing up to his knees and elbows, mimicking a fishnet texture. His boots had become platform heels with green soles, seamlessly blending with his suit. His belt-tail was now that same neon green, which hugged his waist flatteringly and pulled the eye to his figure.

Adrien uttered an awed laugh, turning to look at his—her—reflection over her shoulder and striking a pose.

“Me-ow.”

-

Adrien set off the next morning, after snatching a few hours of sleep that finally came after taking a liberal amount of photos in the mirror of the new and improved Chat Noir.

No, wait, he couldn’t be Chat Noir anymore. What would this—well, drag persona of himself be called?

Adrien chewed on the question as the “new” Black Cat Miraculous holder deftly leapt over rooftops in search of her lady.

She spotted (ha) red and black while flying over the Louvre, and redirected her course to land in front of Ladybug.

Ladybug gasped, stepping back with wide eyes. “O-oh, Plagg did it…”

Adrien fought to not smile. His plan worked perfectly, if he could even fool his beloved lady into thinking he was someone else.

Instead, she crossed one platform-heeled foot behind the other and curtsied with an imaginary skirt, her eyes on Ladybug.

“Ladybug,” She said, emulating Felicity Valentine’s confidence. “Your new Black Cat is here, upon request,” She winked, and Ladybug went as red as her suit.

“I-I can that see—I-I mean! I can see that,” Ladybug stammered, her eyes wide. “What—what should I call you?”

Adrien paused, thinking about it. Thinking about Felicity, how she effortlessly strutted like she owned every step, out to perform for another night.

“Catwalker,” She decided, unable to resist.

[bakawitch]

@wisteriasymphony your cat got into my garden and it's not leaving, pls come get her TT

The femwalker fever finally caught up to me too lol, and I ended up adding kwami swap GoldenEye for fun (or at least my version of her)

[kuromori4]

Things are getting interesting in Chapter 7!

Chapter 7: Chat Fight

The wild, golden mane on what could only be her partner’s head jerked at the sound of her voice as she swung across the Seine toward him. There could be no doubt. Chat Noir was standing on her balcony. As far as she could tell, he hadn’t moved a muscle; his gaze was locked on the roses that hung over the railing until the moment she called his name.

“Chaton!” 

It wasn’t until Chat Noir whirled around and dipped into a defensive stance while pulling his baton from his back, that she realized her error. She’d nearly forgotten that Chat was technically their enemy—until they saved him anyway—and she’d foolishly let her emotions get the better of her.

Triptych: A picture, painting, or carving presented in three panels, typically hinged together side by side. - A set of three parts or sections of associated artistic, literary, or musical works intended to be appreciated together. - A mirror with three hinged panels, which can be adjusted to show three separate reflections of a single subject from different angles.

Read on A03

We have a bunch of delicious art this chapter! Featuring art from @ohwwhuvcreations! as well as @amarilke, and finally, some of my own art too! And as usual, @fandomofone is the glue that holds all of our crazy together! Shoutout to @mlbigbang2024!

[pisoprano]

Happy birthday @asukiess! Hope you enjoy having a little more Ladywalker in your life :)

[coffeebanana]

Written for @asukiess (I SWEAR IDK WHAT TUMBLR DID WITH YOUR ASK), inspired by @kisspromptsforthelovesquare's prompt:

“I thought this was just dancing, so how did we start kissing?” kiss

Excerpt:

Her eyes fell to the rooftop, and he pretended not to notice her rapid blinks. If she'd felt comfortable sharing, she wouldn't have looked away. And Catwalker wasn't meant to push. Wasn't meant to intrude. All he could do was stand there, fingers laced between his back, one thumb pressing hard into his wrist in a desperate attempt to feel something—even pain. The suit wouldn't let him. There was no defense though, for the way her eyes flashed angrily back to him. Her lips pressed into a thin, shaky line. "He's not coming back, is he?"

[asukiess]

you said the night air’s colder now