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*yeets*

*hides back behind computer monitor*

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YOOOO SHES READY TO THROW HANDS I LOVE IT DUDE YES

HOLY SHIT

What’re you using?

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*yeets gif*

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YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

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Here’s gargoyle Nino and his fox GF. It’s nice to practice drawing again, it’s been a while since I last had fun doing it. So thanks for the inspiration :)

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AHHH NO PROBLEM THAT LOOKS SUPER CUTE

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Please enjoy this pixel Panthera and have an excellent day. :)

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WOAH NICE

ITS HER

THATS SO NEAT

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Take this thing I wrote a while ago, it was inspired by an ask I saw about Alya getting stressed about having to edit videos of Panthera getting hurt. Uh, TW for trauma and violence?

———— Alya desperately hits the pause button on the video she’s editing and buries her head in her shaking hands. It doesn’t help much- the image of Panthera Noire getting pinned to a wall by a pole impaled through her shoulder has been seared into her memory since it happened earlier that day. Nobody else really seems to understand how much the heroes- Panthera in particular- get hurt. There’s no evidence after the fight thanks to the Miraculous Cure, but Alya has watched Panthera get stabbed, exploded, crushed, thrown through walls- you name it, Alya has seen it happen. It’s part of why she stopped live-streaming most fights in favor of recording them. She needs the option to edit some things out. It kills her as someone dedicated to the truth and keeping the people informed, but… Alya looks through her fingers and stares at the image frozen on her screen. …Does she really have to show this to people? Their heroes aren’t invincible. They feel pain. They get hurt- frequently. So do civilians. Alya doesn’t have to unpause the video to know what happens next- she was there after all. Ladybug had to leave to recharge a minute ago. Panthera, pinned to the wall looks up at the akuma, eyes wide with pain and panic as it turns it’s attention towards a civilian frozen in fear nearby. As the akuma winds up an attack aimed at the civilian, Panthera grits her teeth and yanks the pole out of her shoulder with a sharp movement. She lunges forward and clumsily deflects the attack with the blood covered pole held in one hand- the other arm hangs limp and useless from her shoulder. Even as her shoulder bleeds out, she stands tall and grins cockily, distracting the akuma as the civilian finally flees. It would strike an inspiring image, if it wasn’t so horrifying. Alya lets her head sink to her desk. It all seemed so much simpler a year ago. She was ecstatic to live in a world of super heroes and magic, to be at ground zero of something so incredible, to be able to witness history in the making first hand- and she still is, most days! She loves her self-assigned job, she couldn’t stop herself from running into the fray to record and share and inform. But some days… She peeks up at Panthera’s desperate expression again. Some days she hates everything about this. Alya chokes back a sob and realizes she’s crying. She pulls out her phone with a shaking hand and hesitates before pressing one of her contacts. Alya tries to bring her breathing back under control as the phone rings. “Sounds like you’re up late editing again.” Alya inhales shakily. “Hey Nino.” She croaks. Nino’s voice immediately grows concerned. “Hey- what’s wrong? You okay?” “I’m fine, I’m fine.” Alya rubs her eyes. “I’m just… editing the video from today’s attack. I’d call Mari, but you know how she is with…” “…It was another bad one?” “Yeah.” Alya tears her eyes away from the image of the cornered hero still frozen on her screen. “Yeah. It was bad.” She whispers. Nino sighs. “Alya…” “I-It doesn’t happen too often, but sometimes it’s just… it’s just so obvious that they’re barely staying afloat- at least to me it’s obvious, no one else s-seems to notice?” Alya can’t stop herself from rambling. “Most akumas are fine, they’re fine, Ladybug and Panthera Noire can handle it, but sometimes they get really hurt Nino-” She pauses to inhale raggedly, “-A-and it’s bad enough that I have to see it happen, but then I have to watch it over and over again and decide how much of it to show people…” Alya cuts herself off to breathe for a moment. “…I know.” “And they can’t be much older than us, Nino, they’re just teenagers like us, and they’re getting maimed and thrown through walls every week-” “I know.” “And they they do their best but they aren’t the only ones that get hurt- I-I’ve nearly died before, Nino! Other people have died before! I know they came back and no one talks about it, but they have to remember what that was like!” “…” “And freaking Hawkmoth! No one can feel upset anymore without also being terrified of getting akumatized-!” “Hey, slow down! Alya, breathe.” She realizes she’s started pacing at some point. “You’re hyperventilating.” Alya collapses on her bed and curls up, hugging her knees with one arm and staring unseeing across the room at the computer monitor. Nino talks her through regaining control of her breathing for a few minutes. It’s not something she would have expected him to be good at, but, well… She’s also learned how to talk people through panic attacks over the course of the past year. It’s become a necessary skill- not just for trying to prevent akumatizations, but for helping people cope with the extreme violence that’s become so common place. “…They need help.” She finally whispers. “I know.” “I hate this. It’s been over a year, and people are still getting hurt, and I hate this.” “I know.” He sighs. “Me too.”

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Oh god,,,, that was incredible,,, I’m in pain,,, I love it thank you so much

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Here’s some art of Chat Noir making newspaper hats with gargoyle!Nino, cause I really like this headcanon

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OOOOH YES I LOVE IT