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[carpisuns]

respect the pouch! 🌸🐾

redraw (x)

[zenezene0]

very mini thing for the yuri mlb au

[zenezene0]

outfits for luka,marinette and adrien!! these are from january 2025

[kit0ri]

you wish, kitty

[mari-monsta]

Where my other 30ish ladybug fans at

[gabrielagresteofficial]

What is your opinion on child neglect? Specifically in regards to your son

he has three whole pinball machines and i don’t even make him work for me anymore. what else could he possibly need

[candy-pants]

2026 COLOR CHALLENGE: June & Rainbow | Theme: pride

Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir (2015-) + canonically LGBTQ+ characters

[mari-monsta]

In another universe an alya x chat noir whirlwind romance that doesnt work out because she cant love someone she doesnt know could fuck severely

[noknowshame]

resurrected dead wife watching her own montage: wow I looked so hot in that

[875days]

Looked up to God // She looked so good

[anna-scribbles]

melt with you till it just feels sad

[haniyart]

Marichat

[rebpup]

how do you flirt?

stalking

[steveyockey]

no no no put me back in the loop I almost did it perfect please put me back just a few more tries and I think I could really nail it please put me back

[pattiemayigen]

Since we've seen adult Ladybug, how about adult Chat Noir?

[foudreika]

Night and Sunset

[anna-scribbles]

thirteen update 📸👻📚📝

chapter 11: august

summary:

“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.

Adrien gets to work.

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