#or sometimes i’m adrien

[anna-scribbles]

so this summer i am nannying a 5 year old who loves miraculous ladybug (my dream) & every day she asks if we can play ladybug and chat noir at the park. these are some comics based on our various games<3

[gg-ladybug]

This scene is so gut wrenching to me, because his son just upped and disappeared OVERNIGHT and he was waiting. It’s Gabriel Agreste written at his absolute finest by Jeremy Zag. It’s the little things here that’s absolutely derailed me despite not having enough time to really go into it (which is a travesty)

He hasn’t shaved. He hasn’t changed. His hair is unruly. There haven’t been any dramatic calls, or search missions. He’s just been waiting by the stairs and hoping for the best. Adrien didn’t just leave for a few hours during the day— he didn’t come home last night.

But he still lets him run back off because hey— at least he’s safe and at least his akuma attack has nothing to do with it, because they saved her miracle cure for the final attack, which means the stakes of all this was VERY real to begin with

No one touch me, and let Jeremy Zag COOK

[ninadove]

*Inhales*

Listen

Did Felix constantly push Adrien under the bus in order to secure his own safety and freedom throughout S3 and S4? Yes.

Did he do all of this with the understanding that this short-term damage wouldn’t matter in the long run, because he always planned on coming back for him? Also yes.

A lot of the criticism I’m seeing against his arc recently seems to spark from people not sharing the same experiences he had, of being abused and isolated from his sibling cousin. And while that’s absolutely fine (good for you, that should be the norm), his story actually makes a lot of sense to a lot of people. It’s different from the abuse narratives we’re used to seeing onscreen, with victim profiles that are closer to Adrien and Kagami — people we’re supposed to be rooting for since the very beginning — but it is SO well done and realistic and nuanced I’m actually surprised to be getting this from Miraculous of all shows.

It’s not that Felix’s characterisation changed after Emotion. It’s that we’re finally starting to see the full picture.

[purplecatghostposts]

Concept: Mouse Holder Félix. He’s everywhere.

His powers allow him not only to multiply himself, but essentially control a hive mind of tiny versions of him? He immediately sees allll the things he can keep an eye on at one time.

Adrien opens his bag and yelps because a tiny Mouse!Félix is there like, “Finally, I’ve been waiting to talk to you for at least half an hour.” and Adrien is like, “You couldn’t have texted??” and Félix replies with, “No, this is more discreet. Also more dramatic. Anyways-”

Kagami is enamored with Mouse!Félix. She can hold him in the palm of her hand. He chills in her pocket. She can sneak him into any place she wants. There are many benefits to Mouse!Félix.

I also just imagine there’s like, a spy network of many Félixs watching the city and tracking down leads. However even if he manages to bypass the timer and not detransform, I do think he probably gets killer migraines from being in Multitude for too long due to needing to process what every version of him is experiencing at once and getting major overstimulation after a while. Do you see my vision.

[ladybeug]

MAN THE MUSICAL NUMBERS CAUGHT ME SO OFF GUARD I HAD TO PAUSE AND STARE FROWNING okok!!! so the thing was that one time agessss ago you said liking ml fanfics is just wanting to read the same story over and over again and after that textbook 2016 post reveal final kiss that sentence just flashed in my mind and everything that happened in the movie (the ladynoir patrol fighting in the rooftops, the adrien snapping at his dad, gabriel being actually decent) just shifted in context for me and the realization of how fanfic coded the movie is and how that directly related to my enjoyment was so clear i couldnt stop laughing hdhshsjs

WOW ACTUALLY

i remember saying that and its STILL TRUE!! And honestly you're putting it in perspective for me, thats why i liked the things i liked about the movie. like the ladynoir patrol fighting on the roofs also did lowkey make my dreams come true they could have done whatever they wanted in the rest of the movie, that scene is what i live for.

And that last scene really did feel like it was out of a fanfic, A 2016 FANFIC, its OLD FANDOM VIBES. back when we were still chewing up the concept of a reveal and not picking apart the bones of adrien's identity like mad scientists.

I remember thinking im sure ive read this scene somewhere. idk where but i have. all of it in different pieces a million times.

Anyways thank you for sharing this i love it?? good take

[xandz89]

Sometimes this fandom forgets that somethings in this show are to move the plot forward

Like Gabriel wasn’t forgiven for everything he did Because at the end of the day he’s a fictional character used to drive the plot and transitions it into the next season or whatever comes next

Not everything can be blamed on the creator some of it maybe but not everything

This show was also originally targeted towards a younger audience so some of the plot is gonna be crap

And Chat Noir being in the final would have been preferable but we have 2 episodes dedicated to why he can’t be there and even if it’s lazy writing to you that’s the reason and it can’t be changed

The first arc is done but if you’re just gonna complain about every little detail about the show then why watch? You can’t exactly change it and your complaints won’t exactly be heard because I’m pretty sure they could care less about our opinion

[casadefreewill]

You ever just see the worst lovesquare takes and you know it’s not worth it to get involved and it’s not like it’s even salt but man we have been watching totally different shows

[xxxcertifiednerdxxx]

if I ever talk about a character and am like “omg they are so funny that’s why they’re my fave,” you don’t have to be like “um actually this character has been brutally traumatized and has this crazy insanely beautiful character arc and they are carrying the world on their shoulders and pay insurance an—” bc I know. I know the character is more than just the funny. But maybe the funny is all I can focus on without my own mind breaking just a little more.

[mostmagical]

was in desperate need of some serotonin today, so here's some quick post-reveal bed-sharing

Words: 1K+ Summary:

Marinette wakes up to a bump in the night. It’s her boyfriend (and not in the way you’d think).

Thump.

The sound tore Marinette from her sleep. She shot straight up in bed, frantically scanning the area for danger. With a start, she realized she wasn’t in her room. Memories were returning slowly as she recalled deciding with Adrien to spend the night at his for once, both too tired after the long day to trek the extra few blocks to hers.

She gasped— Adrien. Her hand patted down the area to her immediate left, seeking his warmth where she was used to finding it. A steady rhythm from her heart beat against her rib cage as she turned to see his side of the bed empty.

“Oof,” a soft sigh breathed from the floor.

Marinette was leaning over the edge in a flash, finding her boyfriend rubbing his eyes as he slowly sat up.

“Adrien!” she gasped. “What happened? What are you doing?”

His eyes flickered to hers, bright even in the dark, and he chuckled. “I think” —his hand moved to massage his side, low by his hip— “it was a well-timed kick to my side.”

Her heart dropped in her chest. “What?”

He laughed again, pulling himself back onto the bed and taking her into his arms. “What kind of dream were you having, Buginette?” he asked. “Must have been pretty intense.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” she said, pushing against his chest so she could continue looking into his face. Mirth danced through his green eyes. “Are you implying that I kicked you out of the bed?” she asked disbelievingly. “Why are you so calm about it?”

“Oh. It’s not the first time.”

“What?”

Adrien shrugged. “Well, usually, when we’re at your place, I just kinda end up pushed against the wall? The loft has that nice built-in baby gate, lucky for me. This is the first time I’ve actually fallen out.”

Her jaw dropped open. This was mortifying information to receive in the middle of the night. “Adrien,” she said sternly, taking his shoulders in her hands and staring intensely into his eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me I kick you every night?”

“It’s not every night,” he replied dismissively. She gave him a look. “Okay, it is most nights, but still! Not every night!”

“I don’t care how often it is!” She shook his shoulders, his body pliantly rocking back and forth with her movements. “Why wouldn’t you tell me so I can stop? I must be ruining your sleep!”

“I don’t mind.” He smiled, the picture of innocence. “I think it’s cute.”

Marinette wanted to growl, but she knew it wouldn’t be nearly as intimidating as she wanted it to with the red she could feel all over her face. She groaned, dragging her hands down her cheeks until the skin stretched. “What’s wrong with you?”

Again, Adrien gathered her in his arms, this time with Marinette accepting the embrace. She curled up against his chest as she felt him press a delicate kiss to the crown of her head. “It’s an honor to be your punching bag,” he joked.

“Adrien,” she groaned, thunking her head against his shoulder, “shut up.”

“Sorry.”

“Wait, no, that makes me feel worse,��� she hastened to say. “I need to apologize to you! I’m sorry.”

He chuckled again, his warm breath tickling her forehead as it passed through her hair. “Like I said, I really, really don’t mind.”

“Why don’t you mind?” She pouted, tilting her head up to look at him. “Doesn’t it wake you up?”

“Sometimes, yeah, but–” He sighed as he seemed to look for the right words. His mouth tilted in a half-smile. “I like knowing you’re still there with me.”

All the embarrassment drained out of her as she noticed his tone change. “Do you think I would go somewhere?”

“Technically, no,” he answered honestly, “but sometimes… in the back of my mind…”

She frowned. “You get anxious.”

He took in a breath. “Yeah, I guess so.”

Marinette wrapped her arms around his midsection, pressing her face into his worn cotton t-shirt. He smelled of citrus and the fresh linen scent of her Maman’s favorite laundry detergent, making her smile. He smelled of home.

“I’d never leave you, Adrien,” she murmured.

“I know.”

“Especially not in the middle of the night.”

He laughed. “I know.” His arms tightened around her as he laid their bodies back down against the pillows. “We’re a package deal. A bonded pair.”

“Exactly,” she huffed. Leaning up on one arm, she poked him in the chest. “But you really should have told me I was kicking you in my sleep. I feel like a jerk.”

“A cute jerk.”

“Stop calling it cute!”

He waggled his eyebrows as he grinned at her. “It’s not my fault that everything you do is cute.”

She growled frustratedly. She wanted to be angry, but instead she pressed a kiss on the tip of his nose. “You’re so annoying.”

“Annoying and cute?”

Rolling her eyes, she leaned back onto his chest. “Yes,” she huffed.

Adrien laughed again, the sound reverberating in her eardrum. She loved the quiet moments like this where she could hear everything— his laugh, his breaths, his heart beating in his chest. The arm wrapped around his middle tugged him closer, and in response he squeezed her tighter against him.

“Seriously,” she mumbled, “wake me up next time. I don’t want to kick you out of bed.”

“It’s really not a big deal,” he whispered back. She opened her mouth in protest, but he spoke again before she could, “Sometimes it’s just a little nudge. Like this:” His foot connected with her shin under the blankets, gently pushing against her with featherlight pressure.

“Oh.”

“See? Nothing.”

“But–”

“And the kicking,” he interrupted, knowing exactly what she was going to say, as always, “I don’t mind, because I can always tell when you’re having a dream. And I like knowing that.” His thumb was brushing over the exposed skin on her shoulder, lulling her back towards sleep.

Against the siren song, she shook her head. “Still, if you ever want to wake me up– even just to talk, I want you to wake me up,” she whispered.

“Now, I know that’s sleep-Marinette talking.”

She would have rolled her eyes if she thought he could see it. “Ha ha,” she said sarcastically. “I mean it. I’d gladly lose a couple hours’ sleep for you.” She turned her head to press a kiss to his chest, right over his heart. “Especially knowing you would for me.”

“I would. Anytime.”

“I know.”

“Okay,” he mumbled into her hair, his lips brushing her scalp, “I’ll try not to let you attack me inexorably again.” She heard him breathe deeply, his chest expanding beneath her head.

“You’re lucky I’m so tired right now, kitty cat,” she mumbled, her eyes sliding shut.

“Yeah, I really am. I love you."

"Love you too..." she managed before sleep pulled her back in, warm in Adrien’s arms.

[sizzleissues]

Crawling out of a pit with this clutched in my teeth

Anyway this is sort of the second part to this art from jesus christ barely August. Which I said I do this art style but with Adrien and the chat noir redesign I’ve been playing with over the past three months that I think has settled now.

I’m just going to talk me and my art for a sec now

Basically I’m at the crossroads in terms of my art style and while I don’t have to tumble down either path I feel like right now, I need to focus on one thing. Most of the art I do in the next three months will be in service of something and I’m set on completing it. Majorly that means my portfolio but sometime next year I’m going to push to get commissions again to save for college (ooo spooky) so I hope all of ye will be around for that. But plenty of stuff to finish this side of things!

Little talk over, go about your days

[anna-scribbles]

when you see allusions to her in everything you do call that simpolism

[midnight-pluto]

SAIKI K. — headcanons

when they have a crush on you

CHAR: saiki kusuo , teruhashi kokomi, kaidou shun, hairo kineshi, kuboyasu aren, aiura mikoto, saiko metori, nendou riki, rifuta imu, toritsuka reita, saiki kusuke

PAIRING(S): x gn!reader

A/N: first day of school and I’m already posting headcanons, my priorities aren’t straight

˙✧. IN DENIAL (hardcore)

there are two types of denial, this is type one.

these people have acknowledged their crush, but adamantly deny such allegations when brought up from other people.

sometimes they even deny it to themselves but deep down they do know that they have a crush which they’re not ready to admit or pursue yet.

“A crush on them? Why would I…”

kusuo saiki, kuboyasu aren, kaidou shun, teruhashi kokomi

˙✧. IN DENIAL (adrien agreste style)

this is denial type two.

these people, genuinely don’t know or think they have any special feelings for you… but they do. they’re so incredibly oblivious to dusts of red coating their cheeks and ears whenever they talk to you.

eventually by the time they do realize they like you, it’ll probably be to late for them. you’d have moved on, gotten another lover, or just outright got out of their reach.

“Them? No, they’re just a friend.”

hairo kineshi, saiko metori, toritsuka reita, nendou riki

˙✧. CONFESS.

they admit that they like you and confess!

the thing is that they most likely did this immediately after their revelation of their feelings.

there’s a high chance that once the bell rings, they sprint out of the classroom to find you. and once they do, they grab you by your shoulders, look you dead in your eyes and say:

“I like you, will you be my s/o?”

hairo kineshi, kuboyasu aren, nendou riki, rifuta imu, toritsuka reita

˙✧. FRIEND+

“friends with benefits,” is a way to put it. but it’s not really correct.

see, you don’t necessarily know that you get special privileges from them, but you have them. but if you do pick up on the special privileges, please do something about it - this is their only way of confessing.

take these special benefits and upgrade them, to a special status called: s/o

“Only they’re special, not you.”

saiki kusuo, saiki kusuke, saiko metori, rifuta imu, kaidou shun, kuboyasu aren, aiura mikoto

˙✧. WAIT

yes, they wait.

either they wait for you to confess first because they have a fear of rejection, or they’re waiting for their feelings to pass by.

sometimes, it’s both. is it sad? yes. but do they do it anyways? of course.

“No confession? Seriously?”

saiki kusuo, saiko metori, kaidou shun, teruhashi kokomi, rifuta imu, aiura mikoto, kuboyasu aren

[loveybugzine]

The lovely @anna-scribbles will be joining the Loveybug Zine as a guest artist! Ecstatic? So are we!!

"hi i’m anna!! i draw a lot and write sometimes and think about adrien always<3 loveybug makes my head spin, she is the the cutest girl in the world, and i am so excited to be a guest artist in this zine!!" -anna

[purplecatghostposts]

Félix Fathom has invaded my brain and his relationship with Adrien is so interesting to me because like. He steals one of the rings in hopes of not only making his mom happy but also so Gabriel can’t control Adrien anymore. His original plan before meeting Kagami and talking to Marinette for the Diamond Dance was to erase everyone and create a world for just the two of them. He wants him to be happy and genuinely cares about him.

But then sometimes he will say shit like “‘Look at me :( I am so sad and lonely :((’ that’s what you sound like. I act like that when I’m pretending to be you and everyone believes me actually.” Directly to Adrien’s face because that might be his favorite cousin but these two have the biggest Cain Instinct when it comes to each other and I full believe if you gave either of them a cardboard tube, they would not HESITATE to bonk the other with it.

[strawberryforks]

concussed // adrien agreste x reader

summary: falling in love with your best friend in and out of the suit goes a little like this…

warnings: head injury, akumas

word count: 1126

a/n: requests/asks are open & encouraged!

you’re not supposed to fall in love with you best friend—it’s a universal rule. sure, sometimes you hear about the success stories. childhood friends to lovers is a trope and a popular one. books are written, movies are made, and who doesn’t love them? the problem is: it’s fiction. it’s all just fiction. in reality—your reality at least—you fall in love with your best friend and you’re screwed. it becomes the world’s best kept secret because you’re not the only one crushing on your best friend, adrien agrest, model and son of the designer gabriel agreste and you’ll be damned if you ruin the friendship.

something you never expected was that your best friend felt the same. and because you didn’t expect it, you couldn’t accept it. anything remotely romantic adrien did, you rationalized.

his leg brushed up against yours? coincidence.

he brought you chocolates? he was your best friend, he knew you liked chocolate.

one night, he changed strategies. although it was unconsciously...

mid-akuma battle chat noir was injured. it was bad enough he couldn’t keep doing his job. he wasn’t helping ladybug, only endangering her further and he couldn’t bare it. with his heartbeat feeling like it was in his head; like a drum smashing against his skull loudly and painfully, he barely managed to perch (he would’ve said purrch had he not been so dizzy) on your windowsill. chat noir tapped on the window pane. it was late but you couldn’t sleep. dark, but you cradled your phone, watching for updates on the latest akuma attacks. when something knocked against your window you jumped up. you grabbed the baseball bat propped up against your closet door and hesitantly approached the window. when you opened it a body fell at your feet. you raised the bat above you head and then you saw a tail… “chat noir!?”

“hey… y/n. sorry for dropping in i think i used a few of my nine lives.”

“how do you know my—you know what, that doesn’t matter! are you okay? what happened?” you asked but before he could answer, you continued rambling. “well i saw the footage on the ladyblog but! just stay here, i’ll… i’ll go get the ice.”

the leather clad hero rolled over, gloved hand over his eyes as he groaned. “oh god, no. here,” you help him up onto your bed and gently push him back into the pile of pillows. “stay here. i’ll be right back.”

“sure thing purrincess,”

“i was hoping you were so concussed you’d forget the puns.” you say on your way out.

your mom asks you what’s going on, and you tug down your pant-leg, revealing a bruise on your knee from the day before yesterday when you fell up the stairs. “just grabbing some ice and then i’m heading to bed.”

“alright hun. sleep well.”

you go to leave and she stops you. “tomorrow you and adrien are meeting up for icecream and i’m assuming you’ll be coming back here to game for awhile. that’s fine, just remember to leave your door open.”

you smile, nod, and head back to your room. you’ve got a large ice pack that you pass to him and after opening your drawer, you pass him two ibuprofen. “i don’t know if those work for superheroes, but here’s hoping.”

“thank you.”

“you don’t have to thank me, chat. you’re the hero here. you owe the citizens of paris nothing and we owe you everything. i won’t lie, i’m pretty confused about how you know my name and well… where i live but… i won’t push.”

“lb’s always saying how important our identities are but you’re my friend and—“

you press your hand over his lips, mind working at a million miles a minute. you shush the feline hero and move some of the blonde hair out of his eyes. his green eyes. “get some rest, i’m going to use the bathroom!”

you all but sprint to the washroom. hands braces on the counter you breathe deeply and splash water into your face. you weren’t ready for this kind of relevation—that adrien, your adrien, was chat noir. the chat noir. part of paris's hero duo.

its fine. it’s okay. it’s perfect, actually. you’re freaking out a bit but he’s still the same person. your panic ceases when you realize this is a good thing. him being in danger constantly is terrifying but him having a way to avoid his father that doesn’t involve you being his one and only saving grace lifts a weight off of your shoulders.

with your composure back, you go out there. thank every ethereal force there is, because he’s fast asleep.

you debate taking the floor but it’s adrien. it’s adrien, and you two have shared a bed before, is what you remind yourself when you crawl in next to him and hike the comforter up to your neck.

when you wake up your alone in your bed and your window is open just a crack.

that night, chat stops by again. he brings you “thank you” flowers and some cookies ladybug—who’s a strangely awesome baker—made, to share with you.

“adrien! hey! i missed you.” you didn’t miss him that much, you’d seen him yesterday. you just missed being able to know him, talk about any and everything, and see all of his face. not the mask wasn’t flattering, you best believe it was, just you loved being able to see all of him. to adrien, knowing you knew all of him too? the pieces of him that made him chat noir too. it would be everything. you know how much it’d mean to him and knew that keeping tbis secret must’ve been killing him. you were a big ladybug fan, but a bigger chat noir fan (bigger your-best-friend fan) and if ladybug was the one who was making him keep this secret? well, it’s not like you could do much but unsubribe from the ladyblog. and if adrien was the one wanting to keep his identity secret? you don’t know what you’d do—whatever reveal you go with will suddenly suck.

“thank you natalie,” you say when she opens the gate and lets adrien out without forcing his bodyguard to tag along.

you get your icecream and when you’re given a cone thats black with green icecream and a paw print and he receives an icecream that matches you perfectly. adrien’s hand falls to the back of his neck “well this is awkward…”

you grin, “is it really?”

“what do you mean?”

“well—you uh, hit your head pretty hard, that’s all. and uhm, said some stuff. basicallyiknowyou’rechatnoirandit’sokaybecauseiloveyou.”

“you love me?” he echoes.

“i do, and have for awhile. i love all of you.”

“i love you too. but that doesn’t mean i’ll go easy on you when we play ultimate mecha strike 3!”

“wouldn’t dream of it!”

[ladyofthenoodle]

sometimes i am just minding my business making up my little lovesquare scenarios in my head and then i remember that adrien canonically knows that marinette had a crush on him. and then while i’m distracted by this knowledge i receive a stealth blow to the head with the memory that andre the fucking ice cream man was the one that told him. it’s a critical hit every time.