#ladybugs scrapbook

[ladybugs-scrapbook]

🍎Staying Healthy in Little Space!🥕

If you struggle to stay active when little, I recommend doing easy stretching! This is my favorite one. It's easy, and it's also super short for light attention spans.

I also really like this bunny yoga I found. Really gentle but makes me feel nice afterward.

You can also play outside (run around! climb things! trampoline!) or dance to your favorite music.

Don't forget to eat your veggies and fruits and stay hydrated! 💗

Stay safe and have a cozy day! 🌱

[kaijuusandkryptids]

Happy New Year @bizarrelovesquare ! I was your @mlsecretsanta this year and I couldn't decide which Marinette ship I wanted to draw from your list, so I went with all of them XD

[albertayebisackey]

“If you want to attract a ladybug, plant a flower.” - Chinese Proverb

[strawbeariefaerie]

Miraculous DR moodboard

[skettchyartendevours]

When I was a baby my family often associated me with ladybugs, although nowadays I identify more with foxes

So naturally I combined the two :]

[f4nger]

[coffeebanana]

In honour of today being the one-year anniversary of when I posted the first chapter of Say Something, I wanted to--ahem--say something about this fic. And I thought about sharing the beginning of the next chapter, but 1. it's still the first draft so it's fairly rough, and 2. it's not very representative of the fic as a whole.

Instead, I thought I'd pick short passage I like from each chapter I've posted so far, because what is my tumblr for if not a little shameless self-promo, and I'm proud of the writing (read: neverending rewriting) I've done for this fic!! Plus this gives me an excuse to list all of my chapter titles which I really love as well ahaha.

(And for anyone who hasn't had a chance to read yet, I'll drop the link to chapter 1 here!! If you're interested in ladrien and/or prpr hurt/comfort featuring sentiadrien angst, then this is the fic for you!!)

Snippets are under the cut!

from chapter 1: Maybe They Sell Amok Chains at the Hospital Gift Shop

Ladybug faced away from him now, her stance rigid as she stared out the window. She kept one hand wrapped around the ring, which hung from a chain around her neck. Adrien wondered for a moment where she’d found the chain—she hadn’t left his side for long yesterday. Maybe her yo-yo had a secret stash of Amok chains. Maybe they were sold at the hospital gift shop. She could have fetched one when the doctors took him for scans. When they’d ensured he wasn’t quite bleeding to death by his father’s hand—only almost. Was a gift shop trinket really strong enough to entrust with the ring responsible for Adrien’s life? Hard to tell—that wasn’t the sort of thing people included on promotional signage. And that was…just about right. Adrien’s very existence was false advertising.

from chapter 2: Failure Sounds Like a Dripping Tap

The bathroom sink had been dripping the entire time, but suddenly it was all Marinette could hear. Suddenly it made her skin crawl. She knew there was a way to make it stop—a particular way to twist the handle—but she couldn’t find the energy for that. So the tap kept dripping, each drop serving as a reminder of the mess she'd made. Drip. She let Gabriel get away. Drip. She was failing her team. Drip. Adrien wouldn’t even look her in the eyes.

from chapter 3: Popcorn Ceilings Are No Substitute For Cloud Watching

This time when she sighed, Adrien felt her breath against the back of his neck, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Would those bumps make patterns like the ceiling? If Ladybug could read their warnings, would she back down? “Please,” Adrien whispered. He didn’t have words to explain, but he needed this. Panic sank its claws into him, tearing through old scars that never had a proper chance to heal. The chain bearing his Amok grew heavier. Would he ever get to make his own decisions?

from chapter 4: The Stars Don’t Always Lie 

Outside had been about…existing, mostly. About casual touches and errant thoughts. Inside expected a certain something. Words. Interaction. Progress. Adrien had no idea how to go about any of that. He didn’t even realize Ladybug had spoken until she placed a hand on his arm. “Chaton? You okay?” “Fine.” He couldn’t be terrible if he wasn’t entirely present, right? If some part of him seemed to have remained up on the roof, still longing for that freedom he’d barely gotten a taste of?

from chapter 5: Still A Mere Facade

Adrien was curled up on his side, sliding his phone lethargically back and forth across the blanket. He’d been listless all morning, answering her questions a beat too late or not at all. It wasn’t quite the same as the past few days’ silent treatment, but he was still a far cry from the Adrien—and the Chat Noir—that she knew. Marinette just wished she could think of something to say. But the longer she sat there, the more pressure she felt to speak, which in turn made it even harder to cobble together coherent thoughts. And she really had tried everything—there were shockingly few internet resources for how to help your partner come out as a sentibeing. In a last ditch attempt at finding some guidance, she was about to check the copy of the Guardians’ Grimoire she kept on her phone when Adrien froze, inhaling sharply. It took her a moment to figure out why, a moment to process that the other sound she’d heard was that of his phone rolling over the chain bearing his Amok. It always came back to the ring.

from chapter 6: As The World Flickers In Slow Motion

“It’s not stupid.” Nino assured him. “Your feelings aren’t stupid. They’re just… they’re you.” Adrien bit his lip. “Are they, though?” “What do you mean?” Adrien hooked a thumb under the chain around his neck, watching as his Amok hung in the space between him and Nino. “My father had this. The man who never wanted me to go anywhere or do anything. You really think he didn’t use it?”

from chapter 7: Believing in Moments To Come

Nino and Adrien sat side by side against the headboard, Nino smiling at Alya who stood beside him. She was still pulling out folders, stacking them on the bedside table while her eyes lingered on the pizza boxes stacked between the boys. Adrien paid them no attention—his eyes were glued to the spot where Marinette entered the room. He smiled when he saw her. Marinette would have done anything to freeze that moment—finally, a moment where his smile felt real. Where his eyes sparkled the way they had for years whenever he saw her, where his lips curved softly like every time he’d caught her before she could fall. Maybe Alya was right. Maybe she hadn’t screwed everything up.

from chapter 8: Like Molecules In A Gas

He flinched when Ladybug touched his shoulder. “Are you ready?” Midway through her question, an air vent whirred to life overhead, almost seeming to trap her words inside. It would explain why they sounded so far away. Adrien felt just like the air forced through the tube—it didn’t matter what trajectory its individual molecules took, how many times they collided with each other or the walls throughout their journey. In the end, they had no choice but to follow an overarching path, and he had no choice but to keep moving forward either. If only he could remember how to reply.

from chapter 9: A Colour of Wanting More

[...] “The point is, you have strengths and flaws. You make mistakes. You learn. You…you’re human.” His gut plummeted. “Am I, though?” “Yes,” she insisted. “I don’t know how to convince you, but—well, okay, how about this? They took a blood sample, when you were in the hospital. In case…” She shuddered. “Obviously they didn’t find anything strange, or they would have said something. And I’m sure if they did a DNA test, that would come back normal too. If you wanted, I could figure out how to get one done. I’m sure it’s easy.” “I…maybe. But—” “But what? You have a blood type, and…a heartbeat—probably all your organs in the right place too, because they never said anything about that either. And you just…you have this incredible capacity to love people, and you have—” “Existential crises?” “I—well,” she spluttered. “That’s not exactly what I was going for, but…yeah.” She gave a huff of amusement. “I suppose that’s pretty human of you.”

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Thank you to everyone who's been reading and interacting with this fic so far! I appreciate you all so much!!

[cosoph]

First two pages!!

pages 1-2

Idk if you can tell by just looking but I love adding little goofy details to fill the pages. I also love doing lettering and dumb animal doodles 😋😋.

On the purple page I literally just took pages out my little brother’s old 2nd grade mathbook just cuz I liked the color. I can’t really explain the wacky baseball cat though that was just a spur of the moment thought 😅.

[stardustmushroom]

[soulshinedesigns]

It's starting to feel and look a little like spring and summer.

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[ladybugs-scrapbook]

🐞Hello! You may call me Ladybug.🐞

🎵Listening: Green/Cavetown

About me:

I am new to the agere community and currently consider myself more of an age dreamer at the moment. I try to spend a day a week just doing things little me likes in order to cope with depression and anxiety so I'm better able to deal with life. I'm typically within a 7 year old range but I'm not too concerned about labeling how old I feel, just how comfortable and safe I am. I also have no caregiver so I'm doing my best to take care of myself kindly.

🍄shows I like

Moomins

TMNT (2012)

ROTTMNT

Reading Rainbow

Phineas and Ferb

Wander Over Yonder

Gravity Fall

Doctor Who (especially 10th Doctor!)

Bear in the Big Blue House

Bluey

🌱favorite movies

Labyrinth

Muppet Movie

Beauty and the Beast

Beatrix Potter

Pooh's Grand Adventure

Peter Pan

💫things I like

Reading

Crafts

Coloring

Cozy gaming

Stuffies!

Rubiks cubes

Baking

Listening to music

Learning new languages (French, Finnish, Toki Pona!)

Finch app

Kitties

Hedgehogs

Bunnies

Constellations

Cottagecore

Fairies

🦋tags

reading list

moomins

ladybugs scrapbook (posts I make)

music

coloring

outfits

finch app

playing in the forest

[megan0013]

soulmate au wherein you start to see color as soon as you make eye contact with your soulmate, but lose the ability when they die

which is why gabriel is adamant emilie is still alive and savable because if she were really dead his vision would have reverted back to grayscale and he can still tell the difference between orchid and amethyst at a glance, thank you very much

fast forward to hawkmoth’s defeat at the hands of the heroes and ladybug’s confirmation that there’s nothing they can do for emilie and that she is, in fact, dead. but that doesn’t make sense because gabriel can still see colors - can still see the blue sky the morning of her funeral, and the pink dress he’d chosen for her to be buried in, and the green grass as her casket descends into the ground

life goes on and the color never fades -

not like those few times it had when he still wore the miraculous

those had been some of the worst nights of his life. when the color of his son’s hair had lost its golden hue and his assistant’s bright blue eyes looked grey (the fact those nights always coincided with nathalie’s weakest never crossed his mind, nor did the way everything around him seemed brighter whenever she took a deep, fortifying breath)

- and then one day adrien asks nathalie if she can see color, why isn’t she with her soulmate?

“i don’t know who they are.”

“how can you not know?!”

“there were a lot of people around when it happened.” she shrugs and then, at adrien’s incredulous expression, elaborates, “i was on a school trip to the musée d’orsay. one second everything was in black and white, and the next i could see color. it happened so fast i don’t even know if he realized it was me he was looking at. and by the time i’d gotten over my shock the teachers were herding us onto the next activity.”

“do you remember anything about him?”

“the details are fuzzy now, but he was older than me by a few years. and he was very tall.” she pauses, thinking. “and his hair was cut short, but dyed bright red.”

adrien’s eyes narrow. “is that why you have a red streak in your hair?”

nathalie smiles and tilts her head. “you know, adrien, i never really thought about it like that. but maybe.”

“how long ago was this?”

adrien and nathalie both turn at the sound of gabriel’s sudden question, completely unaware of how intently he’d been listening to their conversation since the mentioning of the station

“i’d just turned fourteen.”

gabriel calculates the timing in his head, frown deepening as nathalie and adrien turn to a different topic

a few days later an increasingly agitated gabriel bites the bullet and calls amélie, who reluctantly admits that, no, gabriel was not actually emilie’s soulmate and that, apparently, she had known her soulmate for years before she’d met him but couldn’t stand the boy and had jumped at the chance to be gabriel’s soulmate when he’d mistaken her for his

furious, he slams down the phone and goes to find the old photo albums stashed in the back of his closet

and there, on the second page of a scrapbook emilie had made him for their six-month anniversary, in the background of the very first selfie he’d taken with emilie was a gangly, pale girl with a heart-shaped face and familiar bright blue eyes

gabriel’s heart stutters to a stop, eyes flicking from the bright red buzz cut he’d very briefly sported to emilie’s radiant smile and back to the teenage version of nathalie

nathalie

his soulmate

[albertayebisackey]

Wednesday 22nd February 2023 - Ladybugs are a gift from nature!

[slashthrashandcrash]

Ghostead headcanon: Danny has storage containers stuffed to the brim with all the random shit his kids have gifted him but he would rather burn it to ashes than have anybody know he loves his kids.

(Bonus: Baby!Leigon eventually saw meg as a step mom and leave her alone in trials so dad can flirt, exept frank, because hes a clingy little shit and goes out of his way to attack her like the feral puppy he is.)

(Bonus bonus: Child!Ramona convinced Baby!Leigon to have matching costumes for Halloween and they all dressed as ghostface that year, Danny was both happy to see a bunch of mini me's and horrified that "oh my god theres five of them" now.)

You requested headcanons and you will receive.

Yes, YES, this is the kinda shit I like to SEE!!

He has scrapbooks and journals full of his killing trophies, he would absolutely refuse to throw out anything that one of the brats made for him no matter how stupid it is. Sorry you're so jealous that they made HIM macaroni art of a ladybug instead of you.

Frank will never see Meg as anything but competition. She will pry Danny from his cold, dead little baby hands. Except she's not fighting for Danny at all, Frank can have him. In fact Meg uses Frank as a distraction on more than one occasion to slip out of Danny's sights--

Danny followed by an actual line of ducklings...............

[cupid-ghoul]

Ofuchc absolutely baby albums. He loves his babies so much, he's so silly

He's such a good dad. Never falls into the stereotype of 'baby 1 gets a full album, baby 2 gets part of one, baby 3 gets an intended album' situation. All of them have the same amount of effort and love put into each and every one. He adores his kits SO much

Unironically I tend to ship Alpha/DELTA/Omega together & my own personal lil hc is that they eventually have kits all together and Alpha gets to live his best life ever with his lovers and his babies. He thrives bc of it. (This is 100% outing me bc there's like 5 whole fics of that specific ship tag and I've written 2 of them)

He's the best scrapbooker the ministry has ever seen! And yes all babies get the same attention 💗

He tasks omega with making his kits tiny, matching halloween costumes so they can go around scaring the other ghouls and siblings. Idk how scary a little ladybug or bumblebee is though.

I wholeheartedly believe that he's so proud of his kits and everyone in the pack has to be updated on the little achievements. It doesn't matter if his packmates are currently in their bedroom having sex, his little kit just wiggled their tail and everyone has to know! He's throwing that bedroom door wide open. Please stop yelling at him you can resume your activities once you're done cooing over the baby.

[enchantedchocolatebars]

What would kid Philip and Willow do together?

(To clarify, this is happening in the Human Realm.)

The two would engage in a variety of activities together!

Kid Philip would be delighted to tag along with Willow when she's going places, and Willow would be extremely fond of Philip's company.

They make stops at the sporting goods stores, cafes, and bakeries that Willow likes the most.

Willow also takes Philip to a retro roller rink and teaches him how to skate.

Upon their arrival at a garden center, Willow takes out her camera and snaps some truly amazing and adorable photos of Philip playing with ladybugs, which she intends to include in her scrapbook.

Later on, they play a lighthearted prank on Hunter.