#MLB Fanfic

[lucifer5lucy]

Not me pausing Netflix every other second to find my dearest cyan tips ravenette.

Not my cousins being absolutely done with my fangirling when I see luka's back.

Not them leaving the room knowing 'man...she ain't gonna be done today. '

Not me jumping around literally and getting pissed cause I can't see his face in the movie..

Yet.

[wisteriasymphony]

Émilie (born Émilie Genevieve Mary Graham de Vanily; 15 August 1962 — 15 March 2004) was a British fashion model who began her career as an actress. She has been regarded as one of the most accomplished and influential models of the 1980s and 1990s, and has been featured in over 800 magazines, including La Mode, Style Queen, and the eponymous Émilie. As heiress to Graham de Vanily Film Productions, she made her acting debut in the 1974 film The Diamond Lady. Émilie went on to star in Andre Bourgeois's Solitude (1979) before signing with Elite Model Management and attracting attention in her runway debut at the Paris Fashion Week SS1979 for Maison de Mode Gabriel [1].

Émilie was one of the most famous women in the world throughout the 1980s and 1990s, and is primarily known for her collaboration with the fashion designer and her husband Gabriel Agreste [2][3]. On occasion, her ubiquity as a fashion icon and symbol for women's growing autonomy in the 1980s has led to her being compared to the likes of Marilyn Monroe and Princess Diana of Wales [4][5][6][7]. Her early and unexplained death in 2004 at the age of 42 further drove these comparisons across various news outlets [8][9][10].

In 2005, she was posthumously awarded "Greatest Female Supermodel of All Time" by viewers of the French television show Le Monde de La Mode. This gendered distinction was implemented that year to accommodate for repeat winner Adrien Agreste, who was awarded "Greatest Male Supermodel of All Time" that same year at the age of 15 [11].

[junnmoon]

mlb gc pt.2??

check out pt.1 !

(maripoo=marinette ,alya da coolest=alya, speakup=adrien, lukipoo=luka, ninotron=nino,and yn)

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i’ve upped my game w a texting app it kinda eats idk. also i made yn and mari neighbors bc why not also adrien is a drama queen :3

[deimalor]

Chat Blank fanart after 3 years 😭😭😭 this ended up looking way better than I thought it would

[kuromori4]

My art contribution to @raspberrycatapult's big bang fic, Swept Away!

I'll be honest, I kept forgetting to post this, so the chapter with this art has already been up for a little while. 😅

But I worked incredibly hard on this art for weeks and weeks, and I learned so much doing this, so I wanted to share it here too.

So here it is!

If you like a good disaster fic that will keep you on the edge of your seat, be sure to go check out Swept Away!

[purpspencil]

Tales of Scarabella and Chat Noir AU

This idea has been rattling around in my head since I first saw the original.. so I finally redrew it... YAYYYYY IT'S 6AM!!!

LINK TO ORIGINAL

[nemaliwrites]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug Characters: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug Additional Tags: Post-Reveal Pre-Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Adrinette | Adrien Agreste/Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Pining Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Crochet, Cameras, Identity Issues, Crushes Summary:

He’s never been on this side of the camera before, the one seeing instead of being seen. It’s like a whole new world from here; he can see things he’s never seen before, things he’s never known to look for before.

Is this how she always looks at him? What he’d wanted for so long, but been too blind to see?

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Marinette teaches Adrien to crochet. He teaches her to model.

My @mlsecretsanta gift for @buggachat! I hope you enjoy, and happy holidays :)

all my love to @jubileen for betaing <3

[mattsunsdollie]

Helping Hand

Anthony Volpe x Fem!Reader

Don’t worry about not knowing much in the bedroom, Anthony will give you a helping hand. That is what best friends are for, right?

Before Anthony asked you to be his roommate, you two had been best friends for years. You both knew almost everything about each other. You knew about his past, who he’s dated, who he’s entertained, etc.

Normal best friend conversation pertaining to love lives and things of that nature. You learned to drown the feelings you had for him, not wanting to cross a boundary or potentially ruin an important friendship.

However, there was always a sting in your chest when he would call you after his dates and tell you with a stupid smile on his face how good it went. And truthfully you couldn’t be bitter, he is handsome, respectful, smart- he’s the whole package.

But that didn’t stop you from feeling slightly jealous when he would share this information to you.

You didn’t think it could get any worst, until it did. When you moved in with Anthony you didn’t even think about what would happen when he went on dates, until tonight.

“Which steakhouse do you think would be good for a first date?” Anthony asked as he laid on your bed, while you sat at your vanity. Your hair brush momentarily stops in your hair, you look at him through your mirror.

“You got a date tonight?” you question. He sits up, leaning on your head board. “Yeah, it was something last minute. You said you were going out and I don’t want to stay in on a Friday” he simply stated.

You were more of a homebody, and it seemed like the universe was punishing you for not being home this one night. “You just love copying me don’t you?” you tease, finishing up the last details on your hair.

He laughs, and you can see him in the mirror as he rubs his face. “What about the new Brazilian steak house?” he says. The one you mentioned you wanted to go to. You hum, trying to not blow your cover.

“Yeah that spot looks cute” you finally spit out, turning around in the vanity chair. “Where are you going again?” he asks as he analyzes your hair and makeup. “The girls wanted to go to this new bar down town” you say as you squeeze body oil on your hands before rubbing it in your skin.

“If it’s good, let me know, I’ll meet you there after” he says trying to keep his gaze respectful. Unbeknownst to you, he was going insane trying to distract himself from you. You simply nod, before getting up, going to the edge of your bed.

“Don’t you have a date to get ready for?” you teasingly ask, crossing your arms over your chest. “Is it a crime to spend time with my best friend?” he asks, eyeing you as your turn to the clothes you laid out.

“You’ll see me after” you reply, and he lets out an exaggerated sigh before leaving your room. Closing the door, you can only imagine how his date would go, if that would be his girlfriend or not.

Your intentions for tonight were simply to go because your friends invited you. A simple girls night, but now, it seems like an internal competition with Anthony. Almost as if you wanted to prove to him, you could have a boy toy and go out.

Quickly texting your girls group chat, you informed them that tonight you would be scouting for a man. They were surprised, but on board with the plan. Changing all of your outfits from cute and simple to sexy and bold.

You put away the clothes you previously laid out, swapping it for a mini dress that fit your body like a glove. Slipping on some heels, you did a quick look in the mirror. The heels made your legs look delicious, and the mini dress highlighted your curves perfectly.

Spraying your sweetest perfume, before putting it in your purse. Hearing your phone buzz, it was your friends letting you know they were outside. Stepping out from your bedroom, Anthony was sitting on the living room couch.

The little clicks of your heels as you approached him caught him off guard. His gaze leaving his phone seeing you stand infront of him, in the tiniest dress smelling delicious.

“Im leaving now, please don’t forget to lock the door.” you say. “Yes Ma’am” he jokes, leaning back further into the couch, enjoying the view. You roll your eyes, and say a quick bye to him and the dogs before leaving.

The night at first was uneventful, in fact the bar was so dead all you could think about was how Anthony’s date was going. Then seemingly out of no where it got packed, groups of people flooding the bar.

Although you were scouting tonight, you were going to be selective. You had been single for a little over 2 years at this point, and it was by choice. Your first, and only relationship thus far, was extremely toxic.

Anthony was there for you during the relationship and after. He spent countless nights with you comforting you and being a shoulder to cry on.

Swirling around your cocktail in the fancy glass, you glance at your phone. You see the ring notification and it illuminates your face as you see Anthony step out of the apartment with some flowers.

Biting the inside of your cheek you can’t help but be consumed with butteriness. Closing the phone, you look around the bar, and see an awfully tall brunette already looking in your direction.

You send him a quick smile and he does the same. You two were eyeing each other for what seems like forever, before he sends you a drink. The bartender places the drink infront of you, informing you the stranger had sent it.

Turning around you find him already looking at you. You thank the bartender and stand up, making your way over to where he is at. “Thank you stranger” you saw sweetly as you stand in front of him.

He chuckles, hands engulfing his beer bottle. “Glad I could make a pretty girl like you smile” he says in a thick accent. You’re intrigued so you pull out the chair next to him, and sit down.

The conversation flows naturally between you two, so much so you don’t realize it’s nearing 2 in the morning. You find out his name is John, he’s a police officer and originally from the UK- which you figured from his accent.

Your friends were on the other side of the bar mingling with another group. Seemingly the night had been a success, you weren’t thinking of Anthony or his date, and you found a man that genuinely peaked your interest.

Your phone buzzed from a notification by Anthony. A text message asking if you were still at the bar. You simply responded with yes, which he instantly replied with “otw”.

John opened his hand, inviting you to get up and go to another part of the bar. You, obviously, placed your hand in is and followed him. The mere size difference between your hands was making your mind fuzzy.

Now, you weren’t a virgin, having just one pathetic body. Your first time was, everything you had hoped it wouldn’t be. It was rushed, unromantic, and that was all because of your ex.

He didn’t prep you, didn’t do any foreplay and just wanted a blowjob and a quick fuck. So to say you were inexperienced was an understatement, yet no one knew this.

This was the one thing you kept hidden away from everyone. You couldn’t deal with the embarrassment of having your first time go the way it did, and being 24 with such little experience.

The way things were going between you and John, you had expected the night would end with something between you. That was until Anthony arrived at the bar, alone. He scanned the groups until he laid his eyes on you, his smile dropping slightly seeing the man next to you.

Squeezing through the crowd he found his way to you. You smile at him, John seemingly confused and before he can say anything Anthony speaks up.

“You forgot your keys” he simply states, holding them up. To you, this is innocent, since you both are roommates, but to John this looks like something else.

Which results in him quickly excusing himself from the area, leaving you and Anthony alone. You weren’t drunk, not even close, but you couldn’t control the way anger filled your senses.

“Really? You couldn’t just text me that?” You stated angrily. He rolled his eyes “He looked too old for you”

“Who are you to decide for me? I don’t cock block you” you spit, snatching the keys from his hand.

“Oh c’mon, you’re seriously mad at me? I’m looking out for you” he tried to explain, following you as you walked away. Grabbing your wrist, “Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin anything” which he knew was a lie.

“We were about to leave together” you lie straight to his face, just to push his buttons. You can see the way his face twists with jealousy.

“If that’s what you were looking for here, you could’ve just asked me” he boldly says. “You don’t need mediocre dick from someone who doesn’t know you. Not the way I do”

You’re left speechless, because out of all the responses he could’ve come up with, you weren’t expecting that.

The gears in your head turning, trying to come up with a response and then someone tries to squeeze by Anthony. He moves, and places his hand on your waist, moving you to stand directly in front of him.

And before you can even say anything, you feel it. You can feel him hard through his jeans on your lower back. He bends lowly to be right in your ear, “You feel that? Been thinking about you all night” he shamelessly states.

“You and this tiny dress. He didn’t deserve to feel you”

You subconsciously push back on him, pulling a groan from him. His grip on your waist tightens, and you feel like you’re in heaven. You look back, “I want to go home Ant, please”

And he doesn’t need to be told twice, grabbing your hand and bringing you to the door. The summer night engulfs you, the breeze sticking to your oiled skin.

He opens the car door for you, allowing you to slip in. The car you were so familiar with, looks different in this circumstance. Your stomach turns in anticipation for what was to come.

The route home seemingly shorter as Anthony had his hand on your inner thigh the whole ride. Sneaking glances at him you involuntarily squeezed your thighs.

When your finally home, it feels surreal. He wastes no time, kissing you the second you turn around from locking the door.

His hand makes its way to the back of your neck, pulling it slightly to kiss down your throat. “You drive me crazy” he mumbles out onto your skin. His hands travel down from the nape of your neck to your waist.

“Tell me you want this” he says, giving you a way out if needed. Looking into his eyes, you grab his hands and place them onto your ass. “Please, I need this” you whimper as his rough hands massage the fat.

“Shit, your room or mine?” he asks, continuing to grope and pull on you. Your mini dress riding higher and higher with each ripple of your skin.

“Mine” you say, before slipping off your heels and leading him to your bedroom, the one he was in a mere 6 hours ago. But now, when he’s in it, the air is different. It’s thick with tension as he watches you from the edge of your bed.

He opens his legs, inviting you to stand in between them, which you do. His hands are soft on your hips, looking at you, “You can back out at any time, no pressure. It won’t ruin anything” He says. Once again giving you an option, he was even a gentleman in the bedroom.

Biting your lip you nod, “I want this, I want you” you say sweetly, grabbing his larger hands and putting them on your zipper that was on the side of the dress. He undoes it, and the reality of the situation weighs on you. You’re about to fuck your best friend, but on top of that, depending on how it is, it’ll be the first real sexual encounter.

As he lowers the zipper, agonizingly slow, you just analyze his face. The zipper reaches its end, and you allow the dress to pool around your ankles. Left in nothing but a lacy thong, you stand still. His lips immediately find your stomach, kissing a trail up to your breast.

Fingers immediately latching onto the perked nubs, rubbing and rolling them back and forth. Whimpers escape your mouth as you arch yourself deeper into his touch.

Seeing the way his erection is pushed against his jeans, pledging to get out, does something to you. Lowering yourself to your knees, you look at him. Hands shakily going up and down his thighs.

“D-don’t know how to do this, tell me how. Just want to make you feel good” you whisper out, palming the erection. Your soft words and soft hands pull a groan from deep in his chest.

He caresses your cheek with his thumb. “I’ll feel good with whatever we do” his eyes soften as he scans your face. But you’re eager, and greedy, not taking that for an answer.

“Teach me” you demand, hands coming to his button and zipper. “Go head baby, take me out then” he leans back watching you take his jeans off. Left in a shirt and boxers, the print is prominent in the grey underwear.

Pulling it back slowly you see the light hair, and then it springs out. A thick girth, you’re not sure how you’ll be able to fit it in your mouth. The tip is red, leaking already, and it twitches as you analyze it while it lays on his stomach.

“Put your hand around it love” he says. He’s going to guide you step by step. Your hand wraps around the base, holding it up right. Through instinct, and watching porn, you kiss right under his tip.

You then kiss the top of the tip, and finally where he’s leaking from. The salty taste lingers in your mouth as you kitten lick at the top. His hand grabs the side of your face, not to push you, or to rush you, instead to simply hold you.

“Spit on it” He says, and you do. Your saliva drips from the top to the base, which is held by your palm. Your free hand massages the spit into the shaft, rotating and squeezing lightly.

The squelching sounds coming from your room sound like a scene from a porno, and you haven’t even done anything just yet. But, just seeing his face contort in pleasure from the small touches alone fills your stomach with fire.

Then he grabs the base, covering your hand with his, and tilts the tip to your lips. “Open ‘em up baby” he says, and you follow. Allowing him to enter, and the feeling is foreign, and uncomfortable at first.

Your jaw open to adjust his size, and not touch him with your teeth. “Tighten your lips, just hal-. Oh fuck, like that. Shit” he groans out, eyes closing shut. You flatten your tongue under him, and hallow your cheeks.

Slowly you bob your head, up and down, up and down. The tip slightly touches the back of your throat and you try not to tense up. The way the moans fly out of his mouth motivate you to keep going, although your jaw is aching.

When your jaw screams for a second you pull off, using the opportunity to catch your breath. Your hand pumps him tightly, before going back to sucking him off.

His moans and responses make you believe you’re doing a good job. But what really seals the deal is when he unexpectedly pulls himself from your mouth, chest rising up and down. His spit covered cock rests in his hand.

“Sure you’ve never done that before?” he questions, while simultaneously pumping himself slowly. You laugh, “This is the first real time”

“You look beautiful like this, all for me right?” he says, taking to tip and lightly tapping it on your lips. You nod, “Just do you” and he adores that answer. You’re sure there’s spit on your face from him tapping the tip on your face. But you just want him back in your mouth.

Opening your mouth you try to get him to put it in again, but he lowers himself. “Greedy thing huh? Get on the bed”

You make it up from the rugged floor and lay down on your bed. The familiar scent of lavender engulf you. He removes his shirt, leaving it on the pile accumulated on your floor.

“You’re so fucking perfect” he says as he kisses from your ankle up to your thighs. The compliment makes you blush, and you subconsciously try to cover your face.

When he realizes you’re trying to hide from him, Anthony quickly shuts the idea down. “Not gonna happen, wanna see you” he sternly says while removing your hands.

He lightly rubs you through your soaked underwear. Which cause your hips to buck in response. He grabs the strings of the underwear and lower them, rolling them off completely.

Completely exposed, you spread your legs. The view of the puffy and soaked cunt is almost too much. His rough thumb traces over your folds, picking up the slick and rubbing your clit. It feels overstimulating, although he hasn’t really started.

He leans down, and kisses your inner thigh before flatting his tongue and licking a long stripe up your folds. Your jaw hangs, hands immediately going to your breasts. Pulling and pinching at the hardened nubs.

He continues to lick, and when he finally makes it to your clit he sucks on it. It feels as though a fire spreads through your whole body, ears filled with a ringing sound. His fingers spread your folds apart, before his tongue makes its way into your hole. You clamp down on his tongue while he lazily strokes himself.

“So good Ant” you moan out, hips bucking into his face. That motivates him to continue to lap and suck. You feel a ring in your stomach tighten, and you didn’t want to cum like this. Grabbing his hair, you pull, showing you wanted him to come up to your face, and he does.

Your juices evident on his face, but you’re too eager to care. You crash your lips on his, it’s an intense kiss, one filled with tongue and moans. You reach between your bodies and try to place his tip at your entrance.

He groans slightly, feeling how wet you are, but he knows he needs to be the responsible one between you two. “No condom?” he questions, scanning your face for any sign of uncomfortableness.

“I’m clean” you state instantly, wanting him to just put it in already. “I am too, but are you positive? No going back after this”

You can only nod, continue to try to push the tip in. Anthony gets the hint, straightening his back out. He taps your clit with the head of his cock, the wetness causing a loud sound.

He pushes the head to move up and down your pussy, before he finally pushes in. It feels surreal, too good to be true. You immediately grab at his shoulders.

Slowly, inch by inch he pushes himself deeper into you, until he’s completely inside. Pelvis meeting yours, he massages the back of your thighs. Your eyes are screwed shut, and your sure you have some pornographic face on.

“Really tight, love. F-fuck, tell me when to move” he groans out, seeing you from this angle makes his head dizzy. Tits out for display, legs spread just for him, and that face contorted just from his dick being inside you.

After a few minutes, the stretch feels less intense. “Move, please Anthony” you moan, and something about the way you say his name now makes him want to plow you.

He slowly pulls his hips back, and he can see a faint ring of wetness. And when he pushes all the way back in, his dick is covered with warmth and wetness. It’s overwhelming, he was never one to nut quick, but now he thinks he might.

Thumb circling your clit, he keeps a steady stroke. But you’re greedy, wanting more from him. Your hand reaches down and grabs his thigh, trying to push and pull it.

He has a better idea for you, instead, he pulls your legs. Stretching them back to your head. This new angle, mixed with him being completely on top of you has you cock drunk.

He doesn’t even fully pull out to stroke, instead just positioning his hips to push into you. This has his pelvis stimulating your clit while nudging your g spot.

You’re chanting under him, saying anything that passes through your brain. “So fucking tight, best I’ve ever had” he mumbles out. “Tell me it’s mine, only mine. Need to hear you say it baby”

Holding the back of your knees, to keep you in place. He’s slamming into you with such force, it has your body shaking. You feel like you’re on cloud 9, brain turned to mush.

“Only yours, promise. I’m gonna cum. Oh god” you yell out, as the squelching sounds get louder. Pussy fluttering around his cock, and he swears you’re going to keep his dick stuck with the way you’re gripping him.

You were milking him of everything he’s got. Throwing his head back, he quickly pulls out. His hand gripping his dick, he strokes himself fast, not losing any momentum.

No matter how tight he gripped himself, nothing compared to the tightness of your pussy when you came. Before he knew it, the sight of you fucked out, had him spurting out his seed.

You could feel like hot liquid hit your puffy pussy, moaning at the sensitivity. Supporting himself with the arms, he was hunched over.

You felt heat arise on your cheeks.

“Guess I’m not that unexperienced anymore” you softly say. He chuckles.

“I’ll be your helping hand anytime”

hello dolls!! i’m finally back to writing, after what seemed like forever. i know trent is winning in the polls right now, but something about best friend anthony drives me insane. i hope you enjoyed!

[amarilke]

His hands warily rose to explore the foreign details of his suit. A gold chain across his shoulders, golden paw-print buttons. His own reflection was so utterly surreal that his knees trembled at the sight.

Want to find out more? Read chapter 2 of Triptych Soul on AO3 to find out what happened! ☆

As always, I want to thank @mlbigbang2024 for pairing up @kuromori4 and I, Kuro for creating this wonderful fic, and @fandomofone for her incredible patience! I also want to pay homage to @ohwwhuvcreations, whose sketch in the chat prompted this drawing! She's so great at lighting and atmosphere that it inspired what started out as a sketch and ended up being a full art.

Disclaimer: references used for the pose and for the skylight model. I’m sharing my art as fan work, with no commercial use or agenda. All credits for Miraculous’ characters go to the original creators and trademark owners.

[san-fics]

Happily Married

Felinette, 18+

(upcoming on Ao3, chapters 10-11 are published on Patreon)

Art credit @aspenaspid, original Tumblr post.

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“Y-you did what…?” gasped Adrien, looking at her slightly dumbfounded, disbelief written all over his face. “You can't have Ladybug join you in bed, Marinette!” There was some special sort of desperation in his voice, as if Adrien was mostly trying to convince himself, and not her. “Besides, she would never agree to this!”

“Adrien, you don’t have to worry about us so much,” she smiled softly, doing her best to calm him down a little, although she had no intention of trying to soften the blow for him too much. The threesome with Ladybug story she came up with yesterday solved too many problems at once for her to abandon it.

“But you can’t… She can’t…” It seems he wanted to formulate something and couldn't find the right words for it. “How could Felix... with both of you... I don't understand...”

Marinette knew that his confusion was about something else, but she decided to pretend that she understood him differently in order to voice what was beneficial to her. “I mean, it's Ladybug, right? She's as safe as it can be, and she's the heroine of Paris. And I'm sure she won't do anything to hurt either of  us.” She turned to her friend and asked a question, the answer to which she already knew, unfortunately. “Judge for yourself, Adrien, if you were in my place—well, or in Felix’s place, anyways—would you refuse?”

The model stared at her with his mouth open, looking confused, and flustered, and stunned, and defeated. “You’re right…” he finally muttered, staring at the floor. “I… Felix is ​​a lucky man…”

“And I am a lucky woman,” she reminded him quietly, probably looking at him a little harsher than she was supposed to look at her good friend.

Perhaps now she wasn’t looking at her friend at all, but at a man who had never opened his eyes, hadn’t noticed her, or had noticed her in the wrong place, or too late. She looked at the man who didn’t want her once and whom she no longer wanted either. And maybe in this whole conversation, behind all her reasons and benefits from the result, there was still a hint of a small but sharp feminine revenge…

Ladybug jumped into her open window so suddenly, Marinette instantly took a fighting stance, taken by surprise. Fortunately Adrien was no less startled than she was and didn’t notice her trained reaction.

“Oh, hi, Adrien, didn’t know you were here,” the heroine of Paris said to the model, walking through Marinette's studio (with her standing right there!!) as if nothing special had happened. She glanced at the designer and smiled. “I won’t be long,” she promised as she winked at Adrien who watched her in bewilderment, “I just wanted to give a quick kiss to my new girlfriend.”

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I have a little concept that caught my attention, MLB characters meeting my TOH x MLB AU

[rovky]

Genuinely please excuse the quality of this, but I finally finished the drawings of three important times in Marinette’s life in my fic for the sake of my own desire to be able to visualize it all. I know she might look like she’s been through it in the second stage of her life but that’s because she has 😭 anyway I don’t think this is very interesting or important to anyone but me but I’m posting it anyway 🫣

Couldn’t stop thinking of the song Christmas Kids. Specifically: you’ll change your name or change your mind, and leave this fucked up place behind, but I’ll know.

[fandomofone]

DMs and fanfic and identity reveals, OH MY!

I'm so excited to finally share a new fic I've been working on with @kuromori4 for @mlbigbang2024 !!

On Good Author-ity is a collab (about a collab!) that features loads of flirty late-night DMs, two unwitting partnerships and three separate reveals. Join Adrien & Marinette as miscommunication abounds and (identity) shenanigans ensue- and they get to know one another far more intimately than they ever expected.

Rating: M (Mature)

Check out the summary and Adrien's teaser below! (And be sure to visit @kuromori4 's profile for Marinette's!)

See you in January! 😉

Summary:

When the Ladyblog debuts a new fanfiction feature, Marinette wants nothing to do with it… until an unlikely recommendation piques her curiosity. She discovers— much to her dismay— that fans are writing salacious, and frankly, quite shocking things about Ladybug and Chat Noir! Scandalized, she’s ready to write fanfiction off for good, until she receives a link to a fic that’s too tempting to resist— leading her to #1LadyFan, a surprisingly good author that writes convincing romance, and seems to have an alarming amount of insight on the duo’s dynamic that isn’t public knowledge. Flustered, irritated, and admittedly a little intrigued, Marinette creates the username PolkaDotPrincess and contacts the author to offer constructive criticism on what she considers to be glaring inaccuracies. 

Meanwhile, Adrien is thrilled to learn that his Ladynoir fanfiction is gaining popularity, and over the moon when a reader reaches out. After weeks of increasingly flirty late-night conversations with his mysterious online friend, Adrien notices that she seems to know an awful lot about Ladybug and Chat Noir. Eager to learn more about her, he puts her critique to the test and challenges her to join him in a collaborative effort to write a more ‘realistic’ romance featuring Paris’ favorite superheroes.

Snippet:

Adrien sat down in his seat, ignoring Alya and Nino’s cutesy love play in favor of his coffee, when he heard the group of girls behind him exclaim, “Ooooooh!” in unison. Turning around, he caught Rose’s eye as she wailed, “He’s soooo romantic!” Amused, he hitched a thumb over his shoulder and asked Alya, “What are they looking at?” “New Ladynoir fic just dropped late last night. I’ve already read it twice myself. It is capital H- Hot.” Her voice, and her eyebrows, climbed suggestively on the last word as she punctuated her statement with a sharp nod. “Different from the rest too.” “What do you mean?” Adrien asked casually, not conceited enough to actually believe that she might be talking about his story. Still, the wayward thought crept into his head- he had posted his story in the wee hours. “Hot, Agreste. Steamy. Smoking. Sex-y.” She enunciated both syllables as if Adrien was a small child. “Surely you know what that means.” Alya arched one eyebrow, pinning him with a knowing look. His cheeks pinked up at both the words and her mockery; he couldn't help it. “I know what sexy is, thank you very much,” he muttered. “Do you think I live under a rock?” Alya’s eyebrows climbed, and she and Nino exchanged an amused look between them. “Don't answer that,” he grumbled, annoyed that it was even slightly true. “I meant, what do you mean by ‘different from the rest’?” “I meant that I hope Ladybug doesn't know who #1Ladyfan is, or she's probably gonna be knocking their door down when she gets her hands on it.” Adrien coughed, choking on air as he sat up straighter at the mention of his pen name. She was talking about his fic! And she thought it was sexy!! And the other girls in the class were into it too!!! He was glad his cheeks were still slightly pink from earlier because he could feel them heating up again. He smiled to himself as he turned back around to face the front, his day already looking up.

All the thanks to my co-author, @kuromori4, for taking on this insane project with me, and the artists joining us on this crazy journey, @ayekasong and @eclipsesmoonshine14 . Big thanks also to the entire @mlbigbang2024 discord server- y'all have been super helpful every step along the way, and been even more fun to hang out with!!

[deimalor]

Made without reference 😭 sudden love for Feligami

[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.

[purpspencil]

Tales of Scarabella and Chat Noir

GABRIEL AGRESTE/EMPEROR 

I Do Not Trust This Man (but he's tall and handsome)

Here he is, the main villain himself!!

It was fun to redesign Butterfly!Gabriel to be more bug-like.. and civilian Gabriel look his actual age (I say, hopefully, since I never draw middle-aged men)

This is probably the first drawing of Gabriel I've ever done LMAO

I'm calling him Emperor because I saw somewhere the Butterfly Miraculous creates 'Champions' (it feels like it fits) and also his color scheme is based on a Purple Emperor Butterfly (if that's not obvious from all the times I mention it)