#ladybug sunny

[pennpenn]

MLB Omori au by @tosteur-gluteal

Transcript:

-did you see on the news that a few akumas showed up in germany?

-...what??

-yeah, it's fine though. Apparently there's this new Korean speaking superhero called the Meat Man who's getting rid of all of the akumas.

-the what man?? Catmint, we've been over this. Only the ladybug miraculous can revert everything and get rid of an akuma.

-the akumas don't exist anymore. Meat Man ate them.

-he what??

Bonus, Lobotomy Corporation Kel(Qli) meanwhile:

[asukiess]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug Characters: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Plagg (Miraculous Ladybug) Additional Tags: Post-Episode: s05 Re-creation (The Final Day Part 2), Post Season 5, Drama & Romance, Angst, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir Needs a Hug, Self-Esteem Issues, Established Relationship, Adrinette | Adrien Agreste/Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Ladynoir | Adrien Agreste as Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng as Ladybug, Lila Rossi as Cerise Whatsherface, Character Study Series: Part 1 of you should be happy Summary:

In the wake of a summer that Adrien never wanted to end, all that he wishes to push away comes back to haunt him when the school years starts again: self-doubt from identities that feel no more real than anything else; ghosts of parents who still talk to him; and most all, a fear that the people he loves will leave him in time, too.

however, maybe the person who can relate most to him is the one he's never far from.

[margocooper]

Божья коровка изучает одуванчик. Июнь 24. Ladybug explores a dandelion. June 24.

[anna-scribbles]

thirteen update ☀️🥀🪰🏚️

chapter 6: march

summary:

(“Be here. For Adrien.”  “Emilie, I can’t…” “For me, then. Love him for my sake.”)  A sob cracked open Adrien’s chest. He ripped away from the wall, clapping a hand over his mouth to try and stifle himself. His lungs wheezed, a crumpled can, and the world slipped off its axis. She was dying. She was dying. She was dying, for real, and soon, and this was what they hadn’t wanted to tell him. 

excerpt:

Time barrelled on after that, like a ground speeding toward him in freefall. 

Lessons slipped through his head and smiles stretched over his mouth and Adrien’s life became, more than ever before, defined by the moment he would next see Maman. It was like his brain couldn’t catch hold of anything else, couldn’t grasp it. Even when he was out doing other things, in other places, he wasn’t really. He was always back with her.  

The shift happened sometime in the beginning of March.

A change in the air, the bones. The house held its breath. Walls stood cleaner and quieter and bigger than before. Or maybe Adrien just got smaller. Maybe it was like a vacuum, like he’d learned about in physics. All the air sucked out of his lungs, crumpled up like a can. 

The silence was the worst. When Adrien was gone, he could lose himself a little. Turn his brain off at photoshoots and fall into the monotony of fabric on his body, skin on his face, hands all over, fixing him and fixing him and fixing him. Dissolve into the rhythm of fencing, blocking and thrusting and parrying and sweating and not thinking not thinking not thinking. But being inside the house was different. He couldn’t do anything but think, couldn’t be anyone but himself. Even his shows started to fall flat; Adrien found himself restarting the same Ouran episode ten times because he hadn’t absorbed a thing. The house was so quiet, his brain so loud. The world was transparent and he wasn’t quite sure he was real. 

And then he would see Maman. 

read on ao3

[tosteur-gluteal]

quick doodle of them (thank you @acrux-red)

[ladymiraclewings]

Adrien Agreste: Here’s my dossier on all of Felix’s moves and strategies to beat him. Kagami Tsurugi: Why are some of the pages written in crayon? Adrien Agreste: I started compiling it when we were kids.

[variouspolltournaments]

[bittersweetresilience]

so do you think he succeeded?

[sleepysebris]

Anarchist gang secret santa!🦚 félix hanahaki for @bittersweetresilience 💜💜💜 inspired by their beautiful fic writing that always takes my breath away. materials: dip pen & acrylic ink, watercolor, and colored pencil

[anoebee]

ladybug (omori au)’s first time on the news vs the 279th time (stormy weather vers. 23)

@tosteur-gluteal

the first time he’s super nervous, prim and proper but by the 30th time he stops trying!! still slays no matter what!!

[omori-mlb-au]

Obviously Sunny and Catmint have crushes on each other but what do Ladybug and Basil think of one another, dramatic irony and all? :D -Kae

Glad you asked, Kae!

I imagined Basil and Ladybug would go from "That guy I see sometimes" to friends!

After all, since Ladybug is technically already friends with Basil as Sunny, he'd wait to sneak in to say hello whenever he comes across his bestie (which confuses Basil at first).

I don't want to go into much details into their relationship because I want to write a fanfic lol, but as you can see, it could serve to make Catmint go through this kind of development:

[ninadove]

Writing year in review

I was tagged by the lovely @bittersweetresilience to share some snippets from my 2024 works! Some were written over a long period of time, so I have sorted them by posting date. I’ve also tried not to choose a Miraculous fic when possible, for the sake of diversity, but what can I say? I love my kids so much. ❤️💜💚

JANUARY

Felix always had something to say.

His brain was perpetually buzzing with questions, ignited at the discovery of every puzzle he could not solve; he burnt to understand the secret mechanisms that set the world in motion, to solve the complex equation of the human race.

“Why is the sky blue?”

“Why did Romeo not check Juliet’s pulse?”

“Why is Mum wearing long sleeves in the middle of summer?”

The answers were rarely satisfying, if spoken at all.

— Un bouquet d'œillets blancs {Miraculous 🦚}

FEBRUARY

“You can keep your princess. I don’t want her.”

Adrien let out a sigh of relief, surprisingly big for his tiny body.

“Are you sure?” He was pushing his luck now, but that was how he was: always ready to give the shirt off his back, and the tiara off his head. “You always end up stuck with the villains.”

Félix sunk into amethyst cushions, patting the mattress with a tired smile. Witches and krakens were a necessary evil: someone needed to breathe life into the plot devices, to snuff out the lights of their improvised theater, so his cousin could get a chance to shine on his own terms.

Adrien wormed his way back to their little cocoon, resting his head on his shoulder.

“I don’t want to be the hero.” Félix snuggled close, flipping to the first page. “Monsters are always so much more interesting.”

— Brave, Truthful, and Unselfish {Miraculous 🦚}

MARCH

Humans were fascinating creatures, always inventing rules to the most trivial things; the Order, in particular, thrived on prayer and processions. Duusu studied the traditions intently, munching on momos and breathing in incense: if they did well enough, if they filled themselves with everything that mattered to their guardians, maybe they would want to be friends.

Unlike Kwamis, humans grew up, grew old, and eventually faded away. Their time on Earth was limited — too scarce to be invested in the tiny creature.

But this holder was different. This holder was a child.

— Birds of a Feather {Miraculous 🦚}

APRIL

Eurylochus is thirteen, and the hull rears below his feet.

The wind is gracious, sated with salt and the promise of rain; breams graze the precarious hull, silver fins slicing through solid turquoise. It does not stop the damned ruin from bouncing up and down, nor Polites from teetering over the gunwale; Eurylochus yanks him by his chiton, saving him from the depths of careless contemplation.

“This is wonderful, Ody!” His smile, bright as always, ripples over the patient wavelets. “How did you even get this boat?”

“I have my ways.” Odysseus is younger by a full year, and their uncontested captain: he leans against the prow, arms crossed in self-satisfaction. “I’m going to be king someday. If there’s something — anything — I want, people give it to me.”

“Just like that?”

“Just like that. Aren’t you glad you’re my best friend?”

Polites nods, and the soft glow morphs into a beam; he hunches once more, caressing the immensity of the ocean.

He is kind, kinder than either of them. Wickedness, to him, is a crab lurking in the sludge: he does not fear it, for he does not see it.

Eurylochus never enquires about the twists and turns of his captain’s mind. He knows better than to probe the abyss.

— When does a ripple become a tidal wave? {EPIC 🌊}

MAY

“It’s so fragile.”

Adrien held the first bean as if it were a heart, as if it were pulsing against his palm: the day was young, the garden thawed at last, and lemonade waited underneath the porch.

The world kept on spinning, not dead, not crumbling between his claws.

“Isn’t it?” Felix slid his gloves off, satisfied with his work: perfectly circular dents dotted the forest-scented soil, lined up for inspection like a well-trained platoon. “One thing about Steinbeck is that he had the subtlety of a truck running over a cricket.”

“I thought you liked the guy.”

“I do. He had the intelligence to recognise that sometimes, evidence is the most powerful metaphor of all.”

The truth of these words warmed them down to their bones: softly, delicately, they tucked their treasure into the soft bedding.

“I’m not fixed yet,” Adrien confessed, green eyes seeking green eyes. “I don’t know if I ever will be.”

— Keep me from the cages {Miraculous 🦚}

JUNE

“Have you eaten at all today?”

Of course he had, and Ragueneau knew it all too well; Le Bret was not one to let hunger devour him, to squeeze suffering and verses out of a weakened stomach. The baker fed him either way, tartelettes amandines and meatloaves and a constellation of croissants; twice as much as needed, whisked and sprinkled with twice the love.

“You did not edit the punctuation, did you?” Always with the questions, with the nervous protectiveness of a genuine friend. “He would hate that. He would hate that so much.”

“Of course not. I am merely trying to decipher this mess.” After Arras, Cyrano’s handwriting had become hurried and tight, as if he feared a shortage of paper and time; sweat and ink stained the corners of his manuscripts, tears and blood in their own right. “I don’t trust publishers to transcribe it correctly.”

“You found someone, then?” Ragueneau’s voice lifted toward the ribbed vault; below his cassock, the canon’s shoulders sank. “Oh, the world will love him so! How could it not, when it knows him like we do?”

Le Bret smiled, a pathetic half-moon of dulled teeth, and bit into a chausson-aux-pommes.

— Ou bien dans les étoiles {Cyrano de Bergerac 🪶}

JULY

“You know you were her favourite, right?”

Shadows stretch against the cold marble: a cloud, an eclipse perhaps. Never have they been more aware of their own pallor — of the ugly things lurking on the other side.

“You’re the rebel,” they whisper, the words cold against their teeth. “You’re the actor and the secret-keeper. Hell, you even got the Peacock Miraculous… You’re like her, in a way I can never be.”

“Adrien.” Felix retraces his steps, looking for something lost. “Your mother adored you.”

“She did.” Finally, mercifully, they let their eyelids fall. “She adored me, and she loved you.”

— Satellite {Miraculous 🦚}

AUGUST

Adrien traps their hands between their knees, considering. They used to shed these thoughts like they shed their mask, but they aren’t sure they want to anymore: it’s selfish, of course, but Adrien hasn’t been selfish enough in their short life, and the thundering between their ribs drives them away, drives them forward, drives them over —

“Adrien.” Something lands on their shoulder, nestling in the crook of their neck. “Adrien. Adrien.”

“Hey.” There’s something desperate in the syllables, in the arms that pull him back, and they can’t help but lean into the touch. “Didn’t hear you come in.”

“I’m sneaky like that.” A chuckle dies on Felix’s lips; he presses against their back, heartbeat bouncing between the two of them. “Unlike you… your late-night brooding woke me up.”

“Don’t tell me you wear the brooch to bed?” Their cousin’s grip tightens, and that tells them all they need to know. “I’m sorry. They’re just feelings, I wasn’t actually going to do anything about them...”

“You should have come to me,” Felix reprimands, gently. “But it’s alright. We can talk now.”

— With a touch of my hand (I'll turn your life to gold) {Miraculous 🦚}

SEPTEMBER

“How did you…?”

“Suppose the World Times ran this story,” Emmy cut, leaning dangerously close. “Hawks’ career would be over before dinner, to say nothing of the legal jumble that would follow.”

“And you’d do that because…?”

“I’ve never been much of a Tory,” she shrugged. “Besides, that’s quite the token of goodwill, don’t you think?”

“This is priceless.” His breath was sharp, a puncture to his lungs. “I only have one question.”

“Ask away,” Emmy glowed, inviting. “I have all the answers.”

Clive let go of the envelope, spilling its entrails over the tiles.

“Do you really think I’m that stupid?”

— What do you know about love? {Professor Layton 🎩}

OCTOBER

Felix tastes of caramel, and the night has only just begun.

Not that they’ll make it out the door, she manages to think, drunk on sugar and cinnamon and a fire she knows all too well; it flows through her veins as she dips him onto the mattress, pools in her stomach as she straddles his hips.

What a beautiful sight: Felix’s coat like coppery leaves, like autumn sneaking in through the window. The folds of her dress like dark wings around him. So unmistakably them in spite of their costumes, to the point she can spot the stubborn gold of his locks piercing through the foggy dye.

“My holiest love,” Kagami whispers, fiddling with his tie. “My dear, dear husband.”

This, too, is only half-pretend: they will be married in December, the mere officialisation of what has already been sealed with other rings and other vows. Husband, she thinks again as the fabric falls from his throat, husband, she breathes as she leans down, leans closer.

— And we will stumble through heaven {Miraculous 🦚}

NOVEMBER

He walks in, and you know instantly: it’s in the myosotis of his eyes, in the calluses of his hands. Light pours through the dirty panes like chalk on a blackboard, like stained glass trapped behind scaffoldings, and it’s a sweet pilgrimage that takes you to his desk.

“They say your father makes hats?”

It sounds terribly conceited, yet you couldn’t be more genuine. You recognise and share the damage of the pen, that terrible splint keeping your idle fingers upright; but there’s something else in his, in the pulse that drums against his wrist. Just below the surface, like carps tickling the open sky.

The boy you’ll die for peels away from his thoughts, and smiles.

— Alma de araña {La Sombra del Viento ���}

DECEMBER

“I don’t need anything from anyone.”

“You need so, so many things.” The stranger tears away — a page out of a notebook, a limb ripped off his body. “Companionship, first and foremost.”

“I’ve never even met you before.”

“And yet, I understand you. How many people can say that?” There’s a strange little note, something dropped in the sink. “How many people want to?”

“Sounds to me like you’re the lonely one.”

“Maybe I am.” They pause there, leaning against the counter. “That’s the nature of a patron of the arts, isn’t it? Pouring money into a void that never closes.”

“You think I’m an artist?”

“I think you once were.” The tap tilts open, soothing, hypnotising. “I think you could be.”

— We’ll jump at the same time {Professor Layton 🎩}

Overall, 2024 was a great year for my creative drive! I made sure I did something writing-related every day, even if it was just the actual action of clicking “post” on a fic. A huge thank you to my eternal beta-reader @dragongutsixofficial, the Anarchist Gang and everyone who has been leaving kind words or kudos on AO3 (you know who you are)! 💚💜❤️

Tagging @faiirygrahamdevanily, @bright-thehawksflight, @pegasusdrawnchariots, @beezonia, @adastra-rising, @nayvwriter, @sillyangstfic, @trishacollins, @alexandriaellisart, @rubytactician and @dragongutsixofficial to show us their creations (be they writing, art, GIFs, origami or something else)! May 2025 be gentle to you! ❤️✨

[asukiess]

canon felix & marinette is sooooo funny. like for all intents and purposes, their arc is finished. they settled on terms and conditions. he's on her team and they fuck around in adrien's pool sometimes.

but felix literally can't escape her. the two people he holds dearest absolutely love her in every sense. both have shed actual tears over her, for her.

he goes to see kagami? she's been on the phone with marinette for an hour now and Marinette's spiel or rant or raving isn't ending any time soon, but kagami can't bring herself to hang up even if she's doing other things. another time, and marinette is hanging off kagami's back, she's dragging her by her hand, dressing her up, she's all over kagami.

adrien? goner. it's absolutely ridiculous. (felix likes to think he isn't this way with kagami but it's not exactly true at all). and of course, marinette's there: in the house, the pool, the carpool, the fucking bathroom when he needs to use it. felix has the mechanical sound of her vespa mesmerized as it pulls into the courtyard driveway. she spends the night at the mansion and she's an absolute nightmare when she's woken up early, which both he and adrien are getting used to.

she's there when she's not there, for the both of them. oh, marinette said the FUNNIEST thing the other day--well, it actually didn't make a lot of sense, but listen--oh, did you get a tear in your vest? marinette could fix that for you! here, have this extra pastry marinette gave me.

she's there when she's there, obviously. obnoxiously. of course they grab tea together, marinette wants to learn what it means to be in the "accidentally fucking things up with adrien when you only had his best interest in mind" club.

she's there at work, when he's needed. unlike how she is with kagami, or adrien, or himself---it's endearing, like a puzzle he's still fitting together. ladybug, marinette, something close to a found family, both of them taking each other into their worlds.

[starlightwoofwoof]

🐙🖤💜 Silver Sucker’s Backstory 💜🖤🐙 (Page 1-11)

soooo I decided to post one of my MLB x PtR comics on here so yaaaaa 😀👍

it’s already completed actually but I still wanted to put it in parts so it’s not like, overwhelming lol

anyway, here we go, get ready for Takoyama suffering 🥰

YIPPEE ‼️‼️‼️

[littlehypedoll]

WHAT FANDOMS DOES DOLL WRITE FOR?

Why thanks for asking, me! I write for :

Creepypasta

Class of 09'

The kid at the back

Mushroom Oasis

Frost bite

John doe

Monster x Mediator

Broken Colors

My dear hatchet man

Lurking for love

Something's wrong with Sunny Day Jack

Duality

Awful kidnapper

Sally Face

Welcome Home

Miraculous Ladybug

Love and deepspace

Mine

Don't hide

Even though most of this list is visual novels, I mainly write for creepypasta ( especially Jeff ) as stated before in my intro for my blog, and I will not write for YB ( Your boyfriend ) due to some people saying that there was some problematic things with the creator (??). I don't know if it's true, but just to be safe I won't write for YB. Sorry ♡

[tosteur-gluteal]

OMORI MLB AU ANIME - Sunny/Ladybug

🌹 Tokio Funka is a crazy town 🌹 and 🐞Tokio Funka never sleeps all night🐞

Basil/Catmint