#god!plagg

[edorazzi]

Page 27 of my Miraculous Mentor AU comic A Matter of Trust! In which Felix makes a decision that may have consequences... 🦋🌊

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[jennrypan]

Really wish I could feel bad for Marinette and all but..this has been a plot point for what..two..three seasons now??

At this point..maybe you should idk..stop lying to the ones you love. Cuz at first you were scared Adrien would get akumatized or some shit but that doesn't seem to be the issue anymore??? Now you can't tell him cuz he'll be sad and alone?? That's completely forgetting the fact..he has fucking friends to help him?? Like. God.

Modern problems require modern solutions. I'm sick of Marinette making her own damn problems and everyone in this show as to coddle her and make her feel better for shit she did to her damn self cuz she can't think for one MOMENT outside of her intense love for Adrien.

Adrien should be given the grace to deal with his damn problems. So no I don't feel bad for Marinette, it was a choice she made and everyone else just let's her do it. Soo..if Adrien finds out, I hope he loses his damn shit. I hope he gets angry, I WANT him to get angry at her. Idc. If they break up..oh well. They weren't together that long anyways.

THIS COULD BE AN INTERESTING PLOT POINT. CHAT AND LADYBUG WORKING AGAINST EACH OTHER COULD BE SOOO GOOD.. lord. Marinette is acting a lot like Gabriel and if this was a better show..it'd be cool to see her deal with that and actually own up to it and apologize properly.

[bluebelledmoon]

YOU KNOW WHAT ITS A FUCKING CRIME THAT NEITHER IN THE S5 FINALE NOR IN THE ML LONDON SPECIAL THAT WE GOT TO SEE ADRIEN AND PLAGG REUNITE. THATS JUST FUCKED UP LET THEM HAVE THEIR MOMENT.

[galahadwilder]

Adrien: you know, this Dragon Ball character reminds me a lot of you!

Plagg: oh really?

Adrien: yeah! He’s a god of destruction who is also a really lazy cat

Plagg: sounds about right

Adrien: and his name… follows… the Kwami double letter thing…

Plagg, slowly turning purple: you don’t say

Adrien, increasingly horrified: and he… obsessively eats… dairy products…

Plagg, suddenly covered in Egyptian-themed jewelry: feed me pudding, Adrien

[6foottallladybug]

me explaining to my mom that that one furry show i watched 5 years ago is kinda over now and also the main villain just committed suicide on screen and their old teacher just had a baby with her wife and a 14 year old was mayor bc her dad skipped town with her half sister he isn’t related to and now the main superhero girl is with her superhero boyfriend but as their true identities and neither of them know and also she knows his dad was the supervillain who committed suicide but didn’t tell him and now he thinks his dad is a hero who sacrificed himself to stop the villain and

[lilypads17]

i am always and forever thinking about gimmi. what an absolutely horrifying amount of power. and tikki and plagg, their components, were somehow bound by a human mage. they don't seem too upset about it, really, but how powerful was this mage that he bound creation and destruction itself to rules a human mind could comprehend? that the personification of reality is doomed to only exist when they are called upon by petty human desires?

[bittersweetresilience]

tikki and plagg looking at each other here has me SICK. like. they are watching marinette and adrien, holders of the ladybug and the black cat, embrace each other knowing who both of them are. they’re watching a love story play out and maybe in part they know it’s never going to work out, that it’s going to end up being a tragedy. because maybe the nature of the ladybug and the black cat is a symbiosis and a push and pull and a pursuing and a being pursued, a whole in the balance. and it’s so tragic. it’s always so tragic. and they look at each other. and then they look at each other’s hands, because maybe that love and longing and sense memory lives in them too. and when they finally do get to join their hands and embrace each other like marinette and adrien did, they become one with each other and gabriel’s wish begins to erase the entire world. and i'm sick. i’m SICK. are they thinking of becoming gimmi as they look at each other’s hands? or are they just thinking of holding each other?

[diabolicallittledemi]

been reading gen fics for miraculous lb and ooh I am absolutely ILL for queerplatonic/platonic love bond between marinette/adrien POST reveal. there's no blushing or questions of if they'll get together. instead of the knowledge that the love of their life is also one of their best friends overriding everything, it's like... wow. I care for you in so many ways; you're my partner and I love you and there doesn't have to be anything more to it. like they're affectionate and caring and concerned for one another and still devastated when the other is hurt in battle- but it isn't out of romantic love or attraction. they are two halves of a whole. THEY ARE TWO HALVES OF A WHOLE. they lean on one another for comfort and hold each other's hands and get close and laugh together and its pure love but it isn't romantic. except there isn't a "but", because that's that. there's nothing wrong or absurd about that and that doesn't make it any less important or cheesy. they're in love in every sense of the word, except it doesn't carry romantic connotation

[missallanea]

The timelines are collapsing? Must be Tuesday.

[poisonousquinzel]

you know how sometimes when cats are having a dream they'll start twitching and stuff? that with Plagg as he's napping in Adrien's schoolbag, except instead of like hissing when he jolts awake, he turns into his true form and scares the hell outta the classroom

[yolowritter]

Plagg's past holder is...Not Great™

Hello there everyone, and welcome back to another post! This here is a little something I cooked up for Plagg in "A Case of Ladybug Luck". To give some context, I very much consider the Kwami to be Gods, and treat them like it. So when the story moved towards exploring them further, I decided to write a piece of Plagg with a past holder. Yes, Sullivan's name is a Dark Souls 3 reference. I'm a nerd, sue me. Actually don't, I can barely pay for my readers' therapy. Anyway, this can be read as a standalone, so I figured it wouldn't hurt to post! Enjoy!

Trigger Warnings: Emotional manipulation, extreme apathy, plague and disease, and mass-genocide. Abusing Cataclysm is very dangerous to others.

A man sits on an old throne, inside a forgotten, crumbling keep. The roof has long caved in on one side of the chamber, letting the rain and thunder slip through the many cracks. The halls of this castle are silent, without so much as the squeak of a mouse to interrupt the heavy breathing echoing in the wind. His face is covered by a cracked helmet, one adorned with the faceplate of a panther’s skull. And the rest of the body rests inside an ever-rusting suit of black plated armor, decorated at the knees and shoulders by silver claws. Those very arms extend to wrap around the body, as if in a tired, pointless gesture of protection. Pontiff Sullivan sits upon his dusty throne on an eerily quiet night, with only the occasional strike of thunder to shatter the silence.

Beyond what tired eyes can see lies the rest of the keep, a forgotten Lord’s castle than once stood tall and proud. Moss and tangled vines have begun growing on the exterior walls, most of the windows blown to pieces by howling winds, and not a single soul’s footprint to be found. Rather, all Plagg can see with his endless eyes are the harsh claw marks on the ground, another result of his master’s choice of adornment. On the bottom side of Sullivan’s boots lay the jagged claws of a fierce black panther, a terrifying beast whose presence haunts every speck of air the God of Destruction can perceive. By his rough estimate, Plagg guesses it must have been at least two decades since even a stay cat set foot inside this old keep, at the top of a small hill overlooking a small town. Even the massive greatsword laying against the throne’s arm has been gathering dust, slowly eroding with the passage of time.

His master does nothing but sit on this very spot, has not moved in what the Kwami thinks may be weeks or even longer. All ‘round the ancient castle lay dark scorch marks of pure Destruction, one of which is visible through a half-crumbled wall just a few halls away. The howling winds continue to tear the keep apart one stone brick at a time, and Plagg is left only with memories. He recalls the battlefield, those very fields just outside the main gate. Said former testament to human engineering now lies ajar, with worms slowly eating at the wood it’s mad of. But once, many years ago, it had been the sight of war. Sullivan, then a young and determined knight, had finally gathered whichever friends could be mustered to retake his ancestral home from the boy’s uncle. Plagg cannot remember for the life of him if they were actually ever related by blood. Yet…the Kwami cannot find reason for the detail to matter. No, instead his jumps to Sullivan’s bravery and courage, to the sheer presence of shining gold that almost three hundred men had rallied behind. A kind smile and encouraging words had appealed to morals and knightly conviction once, the same features now lay hidden behind a faceless mask.

That boy…is gone now. Plagg knows as much, but is still tethered to this shell of a man, a shattered reflection of valiance twisted into nothing more than self-righteous foolishness. That was why, in the pride of his old age, Sullivan had sent his servants and knights all away to far-off lands, back when a single sliver of goodness still nested in his heart. The breastplate’s tattered cape billows in the wind as the Pontiff finally stands, armor crafted by the magic of Plagg’s Miraculous creaking with every movement. The Kwami feels himself strain as much as the metal plates, having held Sullivan’s pitiful existence together for so long that he, a literal God, has begun to long for the separation that so defined his kin before first contact with humanity. Truly, even being formless once again would be preferable to this horrible stagnation that permeated the very concept of Destruction.

With great effort, a single step is taken, and then another…and another…and another, until eventually the aging Pontiff’s legs have carried them both across the deserted halls and up a staircase that’s barely stable enough to hold a single man’s weight. It’s then, overlooking the surrounding lands from high above, that Plagg finally sees it. His Destruction, the echoes left behind by that great Cataclysm which brought Sullivan and his comrades victory, a gain in which the Kwami had once gladly shared. It’s been so long since he’s observed the full scope of that battle, if only because no mortal should be able to do the same. And yet, the Pontiff takes deep, ragged breaths as he gazes to the black flickers lining the grass, almost as if marking the ground with timeless scorches. Plagg feels it too, the subtle way in which they tremble in warning. He’s already known of course what any deviation from the throne-watching entails, but now it’s fully confirmed.

In the town below, a single traveler rests at a tavern, coughing lightly as if to clear his throat. Not a soul suspects, fewer have even heard the rumors, but what is death if not the slow, methodical destruction of physical matter? What is impending doom, if not something Plagg can feel? The stormy night goes on, and a blinding flash of thunder splits the skies as Sullivan begins to raise his arms. Trembling old bones and half-shattered armor both creak in protest, much more resistance than the God of Destruction can bother mustering. Still, the Pontiff manages to raise his clawed gauntlets up to an opening in the crumbling watchtower’s stones, and murmurs the word under his breath.

Cataclysm. A notion that Plagg had once been proud to personify, when that very same power had turned a legion of bloodthirsty, half-mad men to dust right before Sullivan’s eyes. The Kwami had used it then in desperation, this flicker of divine power. To save his Holder, a brave man he’d grown far too attached to for anyone’s good. With golden hair to match the aura surrounding the young knight, and green eyes glimmering with brilliant rays of hope as banners were raised in victory…Plagg had failed to see the darkness skulking underneath. That same evil was now made manifest in wisping black smoke ‘round the old Pontiff’s clawed arms, with a pained grunt as viscous veins of inky puss flickered to life all across his body.

The once rosy tint of the boy’s cheeks had long been stolen, replaced with a pale, ghastly complexion fit only for the horror stories told about the many creatures which had great aversion from the sun. Plagg hadn’t bothered to learn what the folktales were calling them this century. The black energy crackled all through Sullivan’s body, sapping both his and the Kwami’s lifespans to bring forth the very power that even a God like him had grown to fear. Of course, Plagg had heard the justification countless times, so many that he had truly began to lose count faster than Sullivan lost his mind. Yet it mattered little, when the dark mist of Cataclysm spread throughout the air, carried by howling winds all the way to its unsuspecting victims.

A raspy cough nearly tears through the Pontiff’s lungs, and he desperately clutches a crumbling wall to stay upright. “It’s a mercy, Plagg. They are all sick, and I am the cure…” he speaks the words with a conviction the Kwami once admired, and falls silent once more. In the town below, the Plague has begun to spread, from the traveler to the innkeeper, and then to another. The swirling dark mists flood the air around the slumbering villagers, and Plagg feels each and every bright soul disintegrate into absolutely nothing, leaving naught but tiny specks of ash.

[weaverofink]

Deity!tikki AU where the miraculous gets damaged somehow and the enchantment keeping the god within trapped and docile breaks, and Marinette has to contend with a very angry creation god that wants to annihilate the order of guardians

Bonus: my initial sketch of deity!tikki

[jennrypan]

..ima be real with yall.

Plagg will NOT like Marinette in my rogue chat au--

Cuz not only did she keep sidelining Chat for days without even apologizing, she decided to trust the father thats been neglecting him ultimately fumbling the ONE(1) miraculous she needed to get, cuz she wanted to give a terrorist a change..but she'd never do the same to..Chloe or Lila, and mow after that she's planning to lie to Adrien about everything? Planning to let Paris think Gabriel was a HERO??

No.

Adrien is his holder and HIS kid, there's no way he's just letting this slide cuz Marinett has some big feelings. Like he thinks she's a fine lady bug and an alright kid but..he hates her decisions and refuses to keep his mouth shut about them.

[cowin-clawsout]

i couldnt stop thinking about the consistent existential dread that the 14 year old would feel after literally seeing God (Gimmi)

Bonus:

BONUS Bonus: the silly @sugarymagica helped me A LOT by helping me come up with the way Marinette should look like!

[mostmagical]

Main Summary: After finally moving into his very first apartment per Ladybug’s suggestion, Adrien discovers something no movie or TV show could have ever prepared him for: someone else’s hamster. Marinette was so excited to have her first pet. If only she could figure out how it keeps escaping. At least now there’s an excuse to talk to the new neighbor. (Adrinette Never Met AU!)

He tried not to stare too hard at Marinette’s door as he passed it. Was she home right now? Did she have work? Could she be out running errands? Would she be happy to see him if he knocked? His hand ran through his hair, pulling at the strands. He needed to get inside and relax. With a dejected sigh, Adrien opened his door. “Adrien!” Plagg’s voice screeched across the apartment before he even had a chance to cross the threshold. The kwami zipped to the door, frustration clear on his features. “Where were you?” he asked. Adrien opened his mouth to answer, but Plagg didn’t give him the chance. “It’s back!” “It…?” Adrien blinked, not understanding quite at first. Plagg tutted at the gasp he let out once the wires finally connected in his brain. “Marinette’s hamster?” he guffawed. “Really?” “Yes! It’s running around the kitchen!” Plagg violently gestured with his arms. “What if it’s trying to find my camembert? You have to do something!” Adrien felt a rush of emotions flood his brain. This was it. His reason. His chance. He pushed past Plagg into the kitchen, determined to catch that hamster. “Where? Where was it?” he asked, frantically scanning his kitchen for any sign of gray and white.

only adrien would find it lucky to find a hamster in his apartment twice...

Or start from Chapter 1 here

[princess-of-the-corner]

Speaking of Fang apparently he's a mira-kung fu master now

Best part of the finale.