Hello :) I'm pierogish and this is my miraculous ladybug themed sideblog. I draw fanart and actively participate in this fandom. Please don't repost my works, otherwise enjoy!
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Raccommodeuse - akumatized Marinette comic:
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I wanted to try a design for The Painted Lady that conforms a little more to the show's design principles (tho I've yet to study it Properly)
on the left is her Original design, and on the right is just sort of what I came up with the other day - I'm not committed to this design replacing the original, but I'm also open to changing the original somehow. I really need to sort what design principles I want to keep in mind (especially with how much trouble the heroes' costumes have given me...)
as fond as I am of her original design, I know there's a lot of work that could be done on it. still, I tried to partially keep the wedding/mourning duality
changelog with elaborations under the cut!
got rid of her antennae and wings. the show doesn't give them real bits like that, and allusions to antennae are generally more subtle.
switched out her dress for pants. they don't really do floor length gowns, and while I could've made it more like what Mayura has going on (for... Many reasons), I wanted to try out pants because Emilie often wore pants <3
her pants aren't sparkly here and that's not really for any particular reason, I just didn't feel like doing it right now kaignjbfs sorry gang
switched out her cape situation. before (because of the wings), it wouldn't have really gone past her shoulder blades (and the wings would peek out from there), so now the cape's been lengthened to sort of invoke folded butterfly wings
shortened her veil. I probably should've reduced it more, but I like the effect of being able to Mostly hide her eyes, or have that glow effect when I feel like it. I can have little a design crime. as a treat.
changed her hair and veil accessory. I've always been back and forth about the flowers on the veil, but I felt like they weren't really something the show would do, so I opted for her little crown. once I did that, her hair needed to change, and a loose bun felt like it played nice with the change (at least, I'm pretty sure that was the idea, it's been a bit since I made that choice)
the color palette did not change, just because I spent a Long time trying things out and decided "why not"
flags for minor gods?
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Nathalie Sancoeur
To: Emilie Agreste
What do you mean?
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Emilie Agreste
To: Nathalie Sancoeur
pride flags for minor gods? I was looking and could not find any. not really a sexuality, rather an identity. I was thinking something white and gold. btw is it possible to change the polyamory flag? it is very ugly. ask gabriel. thanks!!!! have you two seen the very cute pink white and blue one btw??
I applied this wig on a Parisian touristy cafe terrace and changed in the tiniest bathroom just to get an hour of photos with my dear friend @/miraculous.flocon before my train left Paris and I’m so grateful we did it 😭
“Father…” Adrien said. The distance between them was eons wide, insurmountable. All of Adrien’s drive and confidence, his fighting spirit, evaporated in an instant. His hands shook. His mouth went dry. Silence crawled down his throat.
Adrien swallowed thickly. Somehow, he spoke.
“Can I go to school this year?”
excerpt:
Spectral light fades and the show's over, curtains drawn. Dusk sneaks in through the broken windows, filtering the wreckage in hazy, antiquated light. A marker of time passing on this endless day. Somewhere, there is a sun burning through the hours, skating across the sky. It seems as much a myth as ghosts and hauntings and houses that swallow you whole, but Adrien's judgment of reality is always worse in here. Ceilings so high they seem endless. Rooms so cold they freeze time. When he turns away from his mother's portrait, the atelier is deafeningly empty. It's hollowed out, more than usual.
The room is a shattered ribcage. Desks are splintered to bits. Couches gutted, stuffing spilling out. Mannequins lie contorted, faceless casualties of the battle Adrien never fought. The only wars he ever saw in this room were waged with icy stares and pursed lips. Volleys for connection shattered against an impenetrable wall of apathy. There is something—a dog or a child or a ghost, something—living just within Adrien's skin. There is some undergrown thing in him that shrinks and whines in this room.
It's the same part of him that wants. The part that doesn't let go. The part that playacts a goodbye hug with a memory. Get up, he wants to scold himself. This is it. There is no one coming to save you.
The room is a mess. The room belongs to Adrien. Or Adrien belongs to the room. Either way, it's his to deal with. There is no one coming.
whenever I write a comment on a post while talking about miraculous, even if I talk to people who know my main blog as well, I still always pick this blog to comment from like it's my other identity. don't forget to transform, little bug. don't forget to put my silly mask on. ladybug knows something that marinette isn't supposed to.