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Hey
I was wondering if you could give us the name or link for the picture of Marinette (with the cat — the model is so pretty ;; ). And same for Adrien’s profile picture’s model?
(Miraculous ladybug twitter series)
Sure! The name of the model is Byun Jeongha (I believe that's her Instagram account?), there are a plethora of images on Tumblr as well. The photo I used was an edit of this image (I found another cute set from the same shoot here). The image used for her profile picture can be found here.
As for Adrien, the model used is Lucky Blue Smith (though that might be subject to change, I haven't decided). You can find the image used for his profile picture here.
I've made Pinterest boards for all of the characters, but they're locked/hidden. I decided to open up the one I made for Marinette since it's the least outdated one. 😅
✨marinette's board ✨
Here's my edited version of the cat image:
Understanding
Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4
It's been at least a month since you began fighting beside Ladybug and Chat Noir. You'd learnt that a certain cat themed heroine had grown a strong distaste for you, more so a distaste for the attention you received from Ladybug. The red and black heroine had been rather intrigued on how you received such a miraculous, let alone a second bunny miraculous. With the power of Bunnyx being so strong, it was no surprise that Ladybug was paying more attention to yourself than to her own partner. Your miraculous, powered by a sweet kwami that went by the name of Cece, held the ability of healing. While it was only temporary, lasting up until Ladybug used her 'miraculous Ladybug' to fix the damage created during battle, it became useful rather quickly.
It didn't matter much whether the boy liked you or hated you. All you truly cared about in that moment was the freedom your miraculous blessed you with, a world where the pain of everyday life evaporated into nothing. With the use of your miraculous came wonderful side effects, a temporary relief to the chronic pain within your knee and sudden bursts of energy that battled the chronic fatigue you felt due to the mental exhaustion of your own pain. However, it wasn't until recently that you'd felt the more painful side affects. Each time you used the miraculous, your body ached afterwards, exhaustion plaguing you.
You sat on the edge of a building; a cool breeze surrounded you as your feet swung over the side of the tiled roof. When Ladybug had requested for you to cover the patrol with Chat Noir that night you accepted with a grateful smile. Any chance to escape from the exhaustion and constant pain was a good one, whether it meant simply patrolling or actually saving the citizens of Paris. The soft jingle of a bell brought a smile to your face, the corners of your lips turning up in a content way. "Funny running into you here." You joked softly, just loud enough for the feline heroine to hear as you angled your face towards the setting sun. Hues of orange and salmon illuminated off the pale blues and browns of your suit, as if you were the sky they belonged in.
You turned to face him, finally opening your eyes fast enough to catch the blonde boy leaning on his staff. While he had a slight smile on his face himself, there was still that look of envy within his eyes. He shrugged, not taking your words as a very friendly invitation. "Yeah, I guess so," He huffed through his nostrils, studying each movement you made as you stood up from your placement on the edge of the roof, "Ladybug's idea of patrolling with the new kid so you don't get into any trouble."
Your eyes widened, almost taking his words as insult before simply shaking your head. Soft brown ears flopped into your eyes before framing your face as you made eye contact with him. Chat avoided your gaze. "You don't have to do this, Chat Noir," you began with a hum, "Ladybug needs us to get along, you know that, but you don't want to try." Your words were full of sincerity and comfort, emphasising the reason you were gifted with the second bunny miraculous. You always had what seemed to be a never-ending amount of empathy and compassion to give, perhaps leftovers from the overwhelming amount you received from your parents and close friends.
He grumbled slightly at your words, understanding that you were right. He didn't want to try, he knew how this would end. Ladybug would forget him once again as she dealt with another new miraculous holder. Fiddling with his staff, he spoke up, "That's not true. I just-" He lied, grumbling again as he let out another frustrated huff. His hair fell in front of his eyes, another refusal to even look in your general direction.
You shrugged. "It's okay if you don't like me, I never said we have to be friends. All I am saying is that maybe you should take the chance you have to work with me tonight," You looked up at him, taking note of the few inches taller he was, "We might have better chemistry than you believe." Standing a few steps apart you held out your hand for him to take. "A truce." You offered. He squinted at your hand before looking back up at you, studying the playful glint to in your eyes. "Fine, a truce... but just for tonight." He agreed, looking down at his own hand, holding your somewhat smaller one. He had never noticed just how frail they seemed to be. The blonde retracted his hand quickly, placing it by his side as he avoided your gaze once again. Something about those gentle eyes had his skin prickling.
A small smirk flickered across your face as you watched the way his hand retracted back to his staff. You had expected it, much like anyone would with the way the young man avoided her like the plague. "Don't worry kitty, I don't bite." You teased in a playful manner, watching his eyes widen momentarily. You studied the stern look on his face, watching as his scowl slowly turned into that iconic feline grin of his. He leaned his hands on the top of his staff, his ears flopping with his head as he moved to rest it on top of his palms. "I can't promise the same." He stood up straight and began to walk backwards, letting his staff extend before using it as leverage to launch to the next rooftop.
You watched as he jumped from rooftop to rooftop, never looking back once to see if you followed. Sighing, you shook your head. He was a naïve boy, troubled even. While you understood the reasoning for his distaste, you found it somewhat childish, not recognising the true story behind his longing to be needed by Ladybug. In fact, you had no idea on who this boy could be, whether he was bound to end up in your life outside of the masks or if he would remain a mystery for the rest of your life. Either way, you would take life as it came at you, counting each day as a blessing considering the detrimental damage your body was receiving from itself.
~~~
Two weeks had passed, and it was now just another Monday morning. You felt better than usual, your constant fatigue diminished from the restful sleep you obtained that night. With no recent akumas to deal with, you felt rather at peace with yourself and everyone else. To clarify, almost everyone else. Chat Noir was still on your radar of people to be aware of, even if he was a hero. While you knew his intentions were just to become the main figure in Ladybug's attention, it bugged you that he wouldn't let you prove yourself. Constantly dismissed as the 'new girl' with 'zero experience in crime fighting' had your opinion of the feline heroine slowly turning negative.
You found that your mind was often caught on Chat Noir as you continued to dress yourself for school, shaking them away each time they arrived. You slid the tan knee brace up your calf, letting it tightly embrace your right knee to hold it together just that little bit better. While your chronic fatigue had lessened with the help of Cece's magic, it was evident that the overexertion of the miraculous had your limbs feeling weaker after every de-transformation. Attempting not to worry your parents any more than they already were, and friends who were now across the other side of the world due to you moving, you kept your pain and weakness a complete secret. There would be signs, the way that your head was constantly resting against your desk, the clicking noises from each step you took and the actual use of pain management even when you were always so adamant that you could tough it out.
It wasn't long until you finally made it to College Francoise Dupont. Most students assumed you were a part of an exchange program, when in reality there was simply better healthcare and accessible opportunities for you in Paris. Although you missed your home country and the friends you used to have, you were beginning to find this school becoming more like a home. However, the front steps of the school would never feel that comforting. With each step you took, you heard and felt the rough click of your right knee. It was overwhelming enough that you didn't notice the soft hum of your name coming from behind you.
A warm palm brushed over your shoulder, causing you to flinch out of fright. The blonde boy held his hands up, stopping just behind you, watching as you turned to look down at him. "It's just me, don't worry." Adrien spoke gently, looking worried by your reaction. He'd always been rather worried for his friends, and considering you were his newest of the bunch you were his main concern.
You and Adrien had grown rather close since you started class with him. Bonding over your sheltered lives, although his was much more sheltered, it made you both feel less lonely than you usually would. He had even introduced you to a few of the other students in your class, such as the ones who made up the band 'Kitty Section'. You were still yet to see them play, but you were sure they would be wonderful.
A sigh slipped past your lips before they turned up in a small smile. "Sorry, I was lost in my head." You were completely honest, although the wavering tone in your voice left some underlying feeling of exhaustion seeping through. Your morning had been doing so well before it came to battling these stairs.
Adrien was an observant boy. He had watched you when you arrived most days, taking clear note of the way you struggled with those stairs. He extended his hand, offering his palm facing upward as a chance for you to gain that little bit of ease in leaning your weight on him. You were tentative and hesitant as you stared at his soft, yet strong palm. Help wasn't something you were used to, not without the words of, 'don't worry, this will get better'. While those words used to be a symbol of hope, they had slowly turned into the sour realisation that nothing was going to change for the better. At first you went to decline before glancing up at the soft expression on his face. Those emerald eyes stared up at you with nothing but concern and compassion. There was absolutely no pity behind them.
"Thank you," You flashed a gentle smile, placing your hand in his. You didn't accept help often, but when you did it was simply because you knew there was no point in suffering any longer. He pulled your arm across his shoulders, letting you bear your weight into him as you climbed to the stop of the steps together in silence. Your friendship was built off of the mutual respect you had for each other. The two of you were much more similar than you would ever choose to believe.
Adrien held you close to his side, not minding the intimacy of the quiet moment as he helped you up the stairs. He wasn't one to typically be this quiet, but he knew you well enough by now to understand that you weren't necessarily up to talking when your body felt like it was eating away at its own muscle tissue. "You really need to take better care of yourself," the way he hummed your name made your knees feel the slightest bit weaker although you would never properly admit it. You could easily remove the connection of him being a model, however you could never deny that the sweet upturn of his lips made your stomach flutter. You believed it was nothing, taking it as a reaction to how he was naturally attractive compared to the average seventeen-year-old. Shaking away those silly thoughts your mind went back to his words. Your brows furrowed and you paused in your spot, coming to a standstill. "Excuse me?" You turned to face him, "I take care of myself plenty. This school is hardly accessible. Despite all the money it hoards for sports and the arts, there are no means to add elevators or ramps. There isn't even a disabled bathroom!" You couldn't help the frustrated ramble, taking offense from his innocent words.
Immediately Adrien raised his hands in mock surrender, once again taking note of how his sheltered life had let him down once again. "I didn't mean it like that, I swear." He admitted, his emerald eyes revealing a sorry look as he brought his hands back to clutch the strap of his duffel bag. He cleared his throat under your stern gaze, "I just mean... You look tired. More than usual." His attempt at rescuing his words failed as he watched your frown deepen. He silently cursed, wanting to reach out for your hand as you began to walk away, shaking your head in frustration. Patience was a virtue, and sometimes you needed a reminder of it. However, that reminder didn't seem to be coming anytime soon as you forgot just how sheltered your friend had been up until the start of this year. With no friends and hardly any outside interactions unless it was with a private tutor or photographer, Adrien stood rather new to friendship. Yet, his willingness to learn was what set him apart from everyone else. He took note to attempt to discuss with his father the lack of accessibility within the school, hoping that maybe it would spark his attention. If he could gain the influence of his father on the principal, then he could relieve some of your everyday struggles.
It was a quick walk to the classroom. Once you were inside you made your way towards a desk at the front. It was originally assigned to Nino, but after the teachers were informed of the damage within your limbs, they insisted that you were seated at the front no matter how much you objected to the suggestion. Your eyes flickered up at the sound of the door opening and closing behind someone. Multiple footsteps could be heard as students began to pile into their seats, the most noticeable being the blonde boy making his way to sit beside you and the bluenette and her brunette best friend that sat directly behind you. You flashed the two girls a friendly smile, while you weren't close you still cherished the small friendship you shared.
You mumbled your good mornings to each other before finally turning your attention to Miss Bustier, one of the sweetest teachers you had ever had. There was never a moment where she wasn't willing to give her all for her students. Anyone could see just how much the woman loved her job and her students. Listening to the history lesson had your head aching. French wasn't your first language, and it took some time for you to process what people were saying. So, instead of paying attention, you gently nudged the blonde boy beside you. His brows lifted and he turned to face you with a look of slight shock. "Yes?" he hummed quietly, trying to avoid being caught whispering during class.
"Could I copy your notes later?" You asked, "Please." The tired look on your face was enough to convince him already. Not waiting for his answer, you simply rested your head against the cool wood of the desk. There was a note in your student file that stated you were to be left alone if you fell asleep. Your parents cared greatly for you, so there was no surprise that they were willing to advocate for your rest to become priority over your education.
Adrien nodded, taking a glance at his own paper to see nothing but small notes of the lesson and scribbles of who the new heroine could be. They weren't necessarily new anymore. It had been just over a month since their first public appearance with the miraculous duo, yet he still couldn't wrap his mind around it. He'd worked with plenty of other people who had access to a miraculous such as Rena Rouge and Carapace, but their positions were always temporary. However, Clementine wasn't temporary. Ladybug never gifted them their miraculous. He groaned at the thought and scribbled out his words, turning his focus back to the lesson.
What neither of them noticed was the two girls glaring at you. Their eyes pierced holes through your back as you rested. While the bluenette was simply jealous, wishing she could talk to Adrien in the same carefree way that you could, the blonde sitting across the room was fuming. In her mind, this was some act to steal her childhood friend from her. She sat their silently, scrolling through her phone to devise a plan of revenge upon you.
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Origin || Part 2
Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3
The little black box that rested in your palm left you intrigued. Tracing the intricate carvings of gold-stained wood your mind wandered to how it ended up on the floor in the first place. You didn't notice the old man dropping it earlier, yet he was your only suspect. Maybe it would have that old man's number engraved on it? You couldn't be completely sure until you opened it.
Shaking those thoughts away you mustered the courage to open it, as much as you wished to return it to its rightful owner, something else was selfishly drawing you closer. A soft white glow emitted from the case as a gold necklace with what seemed to be an angelate pendant rested on a cream cushion. What you were yet to notice was the small creature floating right behind the open box. Your fingers caressed the gem, it had always been one of your favourites due to the gentle shimmer it held compared to the harsh contrast of an opal or chrysocolla. You had a vast knowledge in gemstones.
Your eyes flickered upward at movement, only to widen. You gasped and took a step back. You didn't scream or speak as the floating blue and tan bunny stared you in the eyes. With a sweet smile they opened their mouth to speak. "Good afternoon! I'm Cece." The creature flew close to your cheek, almost expecting a warm welcome despite your shocked expression.
"What the fuck— I have to be high." You muttered, placing the opened box down and immediately rubbing your eyes. You did take your medication earlier, but hallucinations weren't a side effect that you were aware of.
"Oh, dear! You aren't high, or I hope you aren't... Miraculous owners are supposed to be well behaved." The bunny spoke once again, taking that small floating hop backwards to regain some space between you. Your eyes widened once again. Miraculous... You'd heard that word before watching a live video of Ladybug and Chat Noir. They referred to their jewellery as Miraculous', but there was no way that was what this necklace was. No. It had to be a prop, a stupid prank even from a random Parisian who just wanted to cause trouble to the foreigner. "Are you alright?" The petite voice spoke up once again, its large eyes staring curiously into your own, yet you couldn't bring yourself to speak.
Finally gathering the courage to make your presence one of relevance, you nodded. "I am... okay. You said 'miraculous holder'... Right?" Your voice was hesitant, nervous even as you swallowed down the nausea and word vomit that the anxiety of the situation pushed upon you. As the creature went to speak again, you interrupted them, earning a small frown. "Because I can't be a miraculous holder. I can barely walk up the stairs on a good day and on a bad day I'm bedridden. I can't save anyone if I can't save myself—" Your words were full of sincerity and truth, showcasing your true worry to complete a job that you weren't even sure was meant to be for you. It had to be some form of mistake. Your face, full of worry simply expressed your concern for everyone else, a prominent frown on your face while your hands gestured while you spoke.
"Calm down," the small being smiled, a soft paw caressing your shoulder, "You were chosen not for your physical ability but your use of sympathy and empathy for others. If you choose to be the holder of the bunny miraculous, all you have to say is 'Cece, let's bounce'." Cece understood the weight of the decision; it was one she had witnessed over the course of thousands of years. Each one of her holders had their own select difficulties that held them back from accepting at first, but each one always found their way back.
You swallowed hard, the decision weighing on your shoulders. "I don't know. How is this real?" You muttered rhetorically before turning to sit at your desk, spinning so you were facing away from Cece. The idea of becoming a hero was fascinating and thrilling, but what would happen if you couldn't save someone in time because of your own inability to do things? Dwelling on the thought for a few moments, you took your time before turning back to Cece. Maybe this would be worth it, give you a reason to look forward to the day rather than see it as a hindrance. Cece's ears flopped against her face as she tilted her head. A gentle smile flashed across her small face as she watched you turn around. "You are the chosen one, brace it." The way she spoke your name made you smile, filling you with a comfort and the assurance that you certainly needed in that moment. She trusted you and hoped that you would do the same.
Letting out a shaky breath and offering a small nod. You stood up and reached to the small stool that you'd left the miraculous box on, carefully pulling the gold necklace from its resting place before placing it around your neck. It was lightweight and simple, matching your own style yet bringing more personality. "Cece, let's bounce," you flashed a small smile towards the creature, watching with slight fright as it was absorbed into the necklace. Five swirls surrounding a white dot appeared on the centre of the necklace, indicating the amount of time you would have before turning back after using your special ability.
Blue and tan wrapped enveloped your body, a suit that was adorned in white swirls and golden accents appeared against your warm skin. Your hands moved across your eyes as a blue and gold mask concealing your identity spread across your face before a small staff-like object fell into your gloved hands. You recognised it to be similar to Chat Noir's staff, one that you'd only seen in videos but paid close enough attention to recognise the few buttons that made the staff extend. However, your staff didn't extend as much as his. When you pressed the button, it extended to double its length, with a curved blade on one side. The other came to a sharp point, decorated with angelate jewels and iridescent swirls, it was both beautiful and dangerous.
Looking in the mirror you were amazed at the way the suit morphed to fit your body. You no longer looked like the weak little kid your parents envisioned you as. Your hair was pulled into two low buns, your natural colour being hidden through baby blue and white highlights that matched the pale rabbit ears pinned into your hair. It was an odd sensation at first, watching as they flopped each time you moved your head from side to side, but eventually it became rather fun. An immense pressure had been lifted off your shoulders, the weight of your suit feeling non-existent compared to the overwhelming empowerment it gave you.
No longer feeling like a little kid, overwhelmed by pain and exhaustion 24/7, you decided it was time to explore. You had arrived in Paris almost over a month ago and you were still yet to truly discover the extent that the city had to offer you. You'd always wanted to try Andre's ice cream, so perhaps that would be your plan for this afternoon, not necessarily taking the moment to realise that you may look like an akumatised villan stalking around in your costume.
~~~
Launching yourself from roof to roof with the assistance of your staff, you relished in the light feeling of your body. Nothing hurt anymore. In some ways this unexpected opportunity was becoming much more appealing than your everyday suffering. Landing on a tiled roof, you momentarily close your eyes. The sun provided you with it's warmth, reflecting off the white swirls that decorated your suit and illuminating you in golden light. There was something so oddly satisfying about witnessing the glow of those white swirls.
Your ears twitched, standing up straight as the heavy thump of multiple footsteps fell behind you. There was no moment to react as leather clad hands grabbed you, pushing you down against the concrete tiles. You hissed in pain, hearing your own attacker grunt as you both landed uncomfortably. You went to speak, only to be immediately cut off by a vaguely familiar voice.
"Who are you?"
It was stern and commanding, lacking the usual humanity it held towards regular civilians. You recognised it to be the voice of the leather clad heroine, Chat Noir. Your wide eyes studied his face, your lips not moving to answer as you attempted to analyse the harsh expression the young man held. Eventually you spoke up, his rough hands shoving your shoulders slightly deeper into the concrete. You flinched, this was going to bruise later. "I am the holder of the bunny Miraculous." You spoke, trying your hardest to keep a brave face, "I understand that seeing a new face might make you antsy."
Perhaps your choice of wording wasn't the best, feeling the claws of Chat Noir's suit digging into your shoulders. You expected him to puncture the baby blue fabric of your suit, but a certain red and black yo-yo pulled him back. The bug themed hero placed her hand on his shoulder, their conversation falling on deaf ears. All you noticed was the disappointed tone of her voice and the apologetic glance Ladybug offered you. Slowly sitting up, you rubbed your right shoulder.
In the blink of an eye, the young woman was walking towards you. Each move of hers was decisive and cautious of you. "I was told that you would be joining us soon." The hero flashed a friendly smile at you, "But I suppose my dear friend here didn't quite catch that message, did you, Chat?" Ladybug glared at him, watching as the corner of his lips turned downward. You noticed the way he took her words and felt your own frown forming.
She held a hand out to you and you cautiously took it. While you trusted Ladybug, that interaction with Chat Noir had left you a little bit on edge.
"What's your name?" Your thoughts were interrupted as the bluenette held her hand out for you to take. You smiled slowly and carefully placed your own gloved hand in hers, letting her help you up as her feline friend stood there with his arms crossed. He held a defence position, the scowl on his face never leaving.
"Thank you." You smiled with gratitude, watching as she returned it. Thinking on her question, you simply shrugged. "I don't know yet. I'm still trying to decide." You hummed nonchalantly. It was as if Chat Noir's horrid introduction didn't bother you anymore, although on the inside you felt horribly shaken up by the whole ordeal. You wouldn't want them to think that you might have been weak, or an accessory to Shadow Moth's master plans. This newfound ability to express your feelings more clearly through words made you feel somewhat calmer after the feline hero's attack.
Chat Noir stood a step behind Ladybug, his arms crossed over his chest. He didn't trust you. Something had to be off, surely Ladybug would have told him there was a new hero being thrown into the mix. He scowled at the thought and his frown deepened as he watched the friendly interactions play out before him. This wasn't fair. None of this was fair. His brows furrowed and he shook his head. He shouldn't be thinking like this, there was no point in dwelling on the moment just in case he was to fall victim to an akuma. The blonde boy noticed your hand brushing against the young woman's shoulder, watching intensely as you steadied yourself once again. Little did he know, this was the first time you had properly distributed your weight across both legs. And God, did it feel perfect.
He was yet to notice the way you turned to face him, eyes running from his leather ears to those emerald eyes of his. Offering a friendly smile and a hand, you spoke once again. "Maybe we can start over," you began, "I wouldn't want to get off on the wrong foot with you, Chat." You hummed. He tensed and inhaled sharply; his eyes flickered from your smile to your hand. "Whatever..." He finally exhaled with a huff, lazily pulling his arms down and finally shaking your hand. He pulled your arm, forcing you to lean in close as he began to whisper into your ear. "This doesn't mean we're friends. Got it?" he hissed. Your shoulders tensed.
"I understand..."
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Hi @bugoutreviewgirlie I'm so thrilled that I got to be your back up gifter for @mlsecretsanta ❤︎ I love Luka and Adrien so much and have been wanting to draw them more since forever. I hope you like this little moment I made for them. (Adrien is wearing Luka's sweat-shirt T^T ❤︎❤︎❤︎)
@firegraphicsstudio I was your secret santa ❤︎ I hope you like this story / storyboard I did for a Lovesquare identify reveal. I had so much fun drawing this. I wish you and the whole fandom a Happy New Year. Love you guys ❤︎
@mlsecretsanta
@juxsweet I was your secret santa! Thank you so much for wanting to see some fluffy Adrinette. I had so much fun drawing this sweet moment ❤︎ In my mind Adrien fell asleep while Mari and him were watching TV. They aren't together yet so seeing Adrien let go of his perfect self tears at Mari's heartstrings. She can't help but continue to talk to him as he is loosing the battle with consciousness, mumbling answers, until his breathing evens out. For a breathless minute Mari is just in awe and the words she's been longing to say are stuck in her throat until she whispers them into existence.
@mlsecretsanta
Some small Chat Noir moments where he has longer hair ♥ He's having a very Adrien moment after receiving a gift from his Princess
OMG I can't with these cuties ♥♥♥
“ N I G H T M A R E “
a 2 silly comic pages about Marinette Dupain-Cheng AND Adrien Agreste worst nightmare. My entry for the no-profit ladybug fanzine.
If you want to purchase a digital copy, you can donate to the charity (Action Against Hunger) and once you do it, they can give you a copy!
I like it how STARCO just showed up in an Adrienette Moment. THIS IS FREAKING DEsTiNy You GUYS!!!! XD (no offense to the non-shippers)
Miraculous Ladybug X The Music Freaks!
Jake and Hailey definitely remind me Ladybug and Cat Noir! 🐞🐈⬛
Hello! Welcome to my blog <33
My names are Apollo, Luka, Helios, and Aether (I mainly go by Apollo)
I am genderfluid and use he/they/it/sun/sol/that pronouns!
I am 18!
English is not my first language!
I don't really know how to do this sooo, sorry if it sucks!
I write fanfictions and take ten billion years to write them, but it's fine, I like writing!
My fandoms consists of;
Stranger Things
Kimetsu no Yaiba (Demon Slayer)
Doctor Who
My Hero Academia
Jujutsu Kaisen
Miraculous Ladybug and Chat Noir
Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus/Trials of Apollo
Marauders Era (sometimes Harry Potter too, but I'm not that big of a fan)
TMNT (2012 & Rise)
And others I might have forgotten!
I also have an ao3 (as of right now, I have nothing posted, but one day I'll post something (I hope))
NottherealApollo
Here I'll post mostly little ficlets and sneak peeks of my longer one-shots and fics. And probably rant about some of my headcanons!
I have social anxiety and phobie social (I don't know what it's called in English sorry) so interacting with people gives me anxiety, but I hope to overcome it with this!
I have a side blog! It's dedicated to self-shipping, and I understand if it's not your cup of tea! But /please/ stay respectful.
@stillnottherealapollo
I also have another side blog! This one is dedicated to reader inserts! (mostly male!reader)
@seriouslyiamnotapollo
UPDATED!!
you know shits getting real when the ending credit colours are dull
Due to the serious underpayment the voice actors of Miraculous Ladybug are getting (despite the high popularity of the show), Joe Ochman, the English VA of Mayor Bourgeois has left the show and will be replaced in Season 5. On top of that, the reason SAMG will be no longer animating Miraculous episodes also has to due with being underfunded. SAMG is known in the fandom for animated some of the best episodes in terms of animation like Crocoduel and Strike Back. Mind you, if they can afford to make The Awakening Movie with a budget over 100 million dollars, then they can afford to give their employees a fair pay. Please check out and sign this petition made by Sydney Satalino to protest against this. Also make sure to share this on as many social media accounts as you can with the hashtag #ZagPayUp. Let's be the heroes that Miraculous Ladybug inspired us to become.
I keep coming back to this quintessential Chloe pic.
It embodies everything that was golden about Season 3 and why Chloe will always top my tier lists.
It's easily my favorite MLB fanart, thank you @valvalentintin
leave me alone in my little cave and let me grieve the redemption arc Chloe deserved
Petition to make Mr Banana from Miraculous Ladybug into a cryptid.
He’s just around every day and no one knows his true face, if he even has one. No one knows who, or what, is under that bright yellow, always smiling, never changing, face.
He knows the unseen horrors of the world, yet he does not speak them. He likely knows the secret identities of Paris’ beloved heroes, yet he stays quiet.
He knows.
No one knows what he knows.
But he knows.
And he will never speak the horrors he has witnessed or the deep, unfathomable secrets he has been unwittingly privy to.
He watches.
And he knows.
And after years of his tormenting silence, keeping the depths of knowledge that no human could possibly comprehend, the only thing he has and will ever speak, in his near perfect copy of a human voice,
“Stay Peachy!”
What does he mean?
What hidden knowledge has he encrypted into his words, his very voice?
What horrors and unfathomable knowledge lies behind those glassy eyes, never blinking, never moving, yet all-seeing?
What unseen, incomprehensible, eldritch horror is hidden behind that wide, too wide, too friendly, just too welcoming, never changing grin?
What secrets does he keep? And for how long? How long has Mr Banana been here? No one knows. If you ask, they’ll say he’s always been here, bringing joy to anyone who sees him. How old is Mr Banana? Where did he come from? Where will he return to?
Will he return to the ash and dust of the Earth once We are all Gone?
Will he ever return anywhere?
Does he have anything to return to? Or has he simply existed since the dawn of everything? Will he be here to see it all crumble? Will he bring the end? Will he be here after we have all met our inevitable demise?
Or is he protecting us? From the horrors he has been witness to?
Is he, alone, preventing our annihilation?
Will he protect us from The End?
Would we simply crumble without his Guardianship?
Should we have faced our demise already?
Is he the one who prevented this?
Is he Still preventing this?
Is he the only thing standing in the way of meeting our eternal fate?
That, dear Readers, is a question we should not ponder too long, should the conclusion be unfavorable. Or Worse. Incomprehensible.
We should simply appreciate this protection we have from facing the inevitable eternity which awaits us.
And with that, dear Readers, I bid you adieu, and a, hopefully, restful night.
Goodnight, dear Readers, Goodnight.
honestly when it comes to ladynoir i kinda eat up preconceived notions. like whenever Chat tells Ladybug a story about himself, her brain comes up with something oh-so-totally different than if she imagined it for Adrien.
like if he mentions his room? she would NEVER in a million years think of the grandiose room Adrien has in the Agreste house in the context of Chat Noir. her brain would likely come up with a dimly lit, smaller-to-average size room, probably a little messy, absolutely teeming with anime posters on the walls and a desk with a big monitor and a silly gamer chair with cat ears. just absolutely screaming personality.
and when Ladybug lets slip that she works for her parents? Chat Noir, who has been an employee of the Gabriel company for pretty much his entire cognizant life, would never have his go-to guess be his Lady being a baker’s daughter. No, his brain weirdly enough goes straight for her doing office-type work for her parents, even though she’s 14 and this makes literally no sense lol. (but he’s been extorted by his parents for his entire life so is that really shocking)
she’s always imagined he’d have siblings, but has never been able to decide if she thinks he’s the youngest or oldest
he’s always been fairly convinced she’s pretty athletic in her real life, and probably plays some sports competitively
I just love love love the idea of them being so absolutely flabbergasted when they find out bc they had all these ideas in their head they thought were on the right track and end up being beyond incorrect.
Marinette especially has her brain oh so totally shattered bc the mental image of “civilian chat noir” was so absolute in her head that when it comes out to be reserved, clean-cut Adrien she’s just like ?!?!?!?!? blue screen
i know ive posted a lot about my svsss miraculous au but imagine: miraculous svsss au
omfg someone else did this??? i love it. i love this so much.
my ramble about the parallels here !
adding on:
natalie & sakura forming the tired assistants club and sakura shares tea. she swears not to tell anyone about mayura, but tsukasa finds out somehow(???), steals it, turns mitsuba’s scarf into a sentimonster and there’s an entire episode of the heroes trying desperately to defeat someone that’s wayyyyyyy more experienced than them at fighting (it ends with sakura taking over as hawkmoth with the name 'actias luna' and tsukasa just handing over the peacock miraculous to the heroes. hawkmoth is sure very mad after that)
we have LEMON AND ALYA as part of the school’s media team or something. and sousuke actually joined them for photography at one point, but... yk
nino & lemon would totally vibe. in agreement.
imagine marinette falls in love with teru. he’s like a more polished version of adrien, child labor backstory and alllllll
it’s either marinette & nene team up to help each other with their crushes OR they realize that it could be a competition (albeit they’re very friendly about it.)
IMAGINE. and there’s also a possibility of a miraculous au with aoi as ladybug & teru as chat noir... + luka as akane would be so nice
hanako would hate adrien for being the source of nene’s new crush, so watch adrien slowly get convinced he’s haunted (he’s right)
AOI, KAGAMI, TERU. with 'let it go' as their theme song, specifically the 'don't let them in, don't let them see', they are the perfect children of their families, two of them swordfighters, all of them honed liars!!! i headcanon they all cover for each other, even aoi
alix, akane, luka, timekeepers!!! + i bet rose & juleka would absolutely love babysitting mirai even if she’s a handful
akane & luka being 'unrequited love' buddies until aoi gets it together :')
I FORGOT NATHANIEL, MARC & MITSUBA?! GAYS. ALL OF THEM. AND MARC ALSO DOES ART, WHICH MEANS MEI AND SHIJIMA CAN JOIN IN, WHICH FITS MY SHIJIMA & MITSUBA SIBLING HEADCANON-
tsukasa & amane VS felix & adrien for 'most fcked up twins'. the first wins by a landslide but like
tsukasa would annoy felix so hard. amane would bond w adrien just over this, even though they’re such an unlikely pair...
we gotta have hanako (& mitsuba, who wanted chaos) mess with lila when she comes and begins to bully nene & marinette because hanako is suuuper overprotective
ms. mendeleiv arguing with tsuchigomori on science vs magic.
mitsuba & chloe form an unexpected friendship??? they can be petty together
a crack spin-off where yako, mitsuba, and audrey bourgeois get locked in a room filled with clothes or something. chaos.
... oh. this might actually work.
*adds to wips*
I can’t sleep: tbhk miraculous crossover
Kou and Adrien could bond over dead moms and abusive dads
Marinette could help Nene make a plan to confess to Hanako
Aoi and Alya could bitch about there secretive ahh besties and how everything would have been better if they were honest sooner
TERU KAGAMI EPIC SWORD FIGHT
Lemon and Nino would vibe together prove me wrong you can’t
Gabe’s the only one who’s close to death so Hanako and Mitsuba just torment him for being a awful dad, Natalie thinks Gabe’s actually gone even more crazy somehow
Alix and Akane could bond over people just breaking their magic pocket watches and also being literal children that just have insane power over reality
Chloe babysitting Tsukasa. Just that. Just picture it… The utter chaos
Rainy Day
As the rain dropped from the sky in the quiet neighborhood, someone was not so quietly cursing themselves out. “Shit! I’m going to be late. My mom’s gonna kill me!” Running like a mad man down the street to her bus stop, cause only idiots run in the rain. To spare herself of the incoming incident she could have just walked. Or I dare say, get in trouble and have her phone taken away for the night. But no, she decided to test fate, as always, and risk running in the rain.
She would regret this decision
“Shouldn’t have stayed up all night watching YouTube. Just because there is like 10 MHA abridged’s, doesn’t mean you have to watch all 10 of them plus movies… I really don’t want my phone taken away.”
It was as if god(s), if any, heard her unserious plea. Because gosh be darned, she done this stick for 3 years now.
HOW THE FUCK WAS THIS THE FIRST TIME SHE TRIPPED!!! LIKE WAS THIS DIVINE LUCK OR WAS THE WORLD FUCKING WITH HER!!
Sticking the landing straight one her ass, letting her clothes get soaked to death, she sat there, stunned. As she was reeling from what one could call divine fuckery or karma, her day was about to get a whole lot worse.
Headlights dawned on her figure as she turned around. She couldn’t move, she was going to get hit. The bus couldn’t see her through the heavy rain and neither could her bus mates waiting not even a few steps away. She couldn’t move. She should be moving, she ain’t no horror movie cliche, she should be able to move. But it’s as if her whole body just gave in, like she wanted this. All she could think was of the end. That she would die to a school bus.
‘This is it. This is what kills me. Fucking school. I at least thought it was going to be me, or my mom, or hell, even a fiery blaze. Not a fucking school bus. I’m going to die. I never got to go to a convention by myself. I’ll never finish those fics I wanted to. I’ll never have a graduation or become 18 or vote or lose my virginity. Actually I can live without that last one. Oh my god, I never got to see my old friends, or finish SAO abridged… yeah the first one seemed more important. But what about my parents, my sister, my best friend? I just started caring about my life, I was going to live all my cliche high school dreams. I JUST turned 17, and that birthday sucked! What kinda bullshit is this! I don’t want this! I hate this! I was going to do so much! And now I can’t. I love my family, I love my friends, I love my life! If I’m gonna die I don’t want it to be to a school bus. It’s going to hurt like hell. And no one is gonna to benefit from it! THEY CANT EVEN SEE ME! What a waste! At least let me end it myself. I’m never going to see those around me grow up, I am never going to grow up. And screw heaven, I’m not even guaranteed that fake luxury. I’m never going to finish my favorite mangas. Or games. Or animes. Or anything.’
As the pain of getting hit by a 1,000 pound bus did, in fact, hurt like hell.
Crawling with her last ounce of strength reaching for the broken phone, she typed or tried to type her last words.
‘God, Buddha, Zeus, Cthulhu, Mother Nature, or who ever the hell is upstairs, if any, please at least let thi s se nd. A nd h o w d o e s B l ue L o c k
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Starting system…
Finding host..
System host found.
Welcome Host!
To the Female Lead System!
Do you want to join?
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Choosing for Host…
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Heavily inspired by: Cheating Men Must Die
and as she SHOULD
I love that the first thing Nathalie does when she's got her health back is grab that crossbow and try to kill Gabriel again 😂
Haven't uploaded in a hot second, huh?
Anyways- Team Red x MLB Crossover! Woooooooooo!
I always loved the idea of Ladybug and Spider-man interacting, but Team Red with Ladybug? A darker Version, a bit like Shadybug? Uh, yes please!
Really wanna write it and I'm working on it but nja...
Might be Bio!Dad Matt? Or Siblings!PeterNette?
