Jumeaux et Chatons

❝I turn around, remembering again that we got made together, cell for cell. We were keeping each other company when we didn't have any eyes or hands. Before our soul even got delivered.❞ Independent, selective, multiship, and multiverse fandomless rp blog of Adrien and Felix Agreste. Based on Miraculous Ladybug, but mostly operating outside that fandom. If you're a character from the ML fandom... I will be a touch selective. Sorry. Explanation can be found here. Please read about and rules before interaction! Mobile Links

[idiona]

Paris

[seaweedbraens]

all that pain, and misery, and loneliness, and it just made him kind.

[idiona]

pale

[trickormemes]

Send me a ❄️ and I will use the first song that comes up on shuffle to write a starter for you, no matter what it is.

[alannasroleplaymemes-moved]

Too Shy To Reach Out?

Send A Symbol To Explain Why We’re Not RPing Yet

♔- I can’t think of a plot for us and I want to figure that out first! ☃ - I’m not sure how our characters would meet. ☁- I’m worried you only RP with a certain group of people. ♛ - I wrote you a starter and you haven’t replied yet… ★ - I’m intimidated by how much you write ☂ - I’m intimdated by how often you post ☾ - I don’t know how to approach you ☄ - I’m super anxious about EVERYTHING ☀ - I keep hoping you’ll message me first…

[vhsmeme]

* soft angst starters

‘ stay with me tonight? ’

‘ don’t talk. save your strength. ’

‘ hey, i’ve got you. it’s okay. ’

‘ i’ll be right here. don’t worry. ’

‘ i think we’re done. ’

‘ hold my hand. ’

‘ it’s all been a lie, hasn’t it? ’

‘ we’re out of time. ’

‘ you’ll always be a friend. ’

‘ just hold me. ’

‘ i have to leave you behind. i’m sorry. ’

‘ don’t do that. it’ll only hurt. ’

‘ go on, cry. ’

‘ keep your eyes open. ’

‘ can i hug you? ’

‘ i trusted you. ’

‘ do you remember? ’

‘ i loved you. ’ 

[idiona]

Paris

[idiona]

city

[pixiememes]

Send me anons as my muse’s parent!

(or parental figure, if they don’t have parents)

[angstmemes]

worried starters

trigger warnings apply! ( mental illness, drugs and alcohol use, self-destructive behaviours, and vomiting )

“You haven’t slept for days, have you?” “Are you eating properly? You don’t look it.” “Why do you keep stumbling over your words? Just how tired are you?” “You need to think about yourself every once in a while.” “I know your work is important, but you’re going to end up in hospital if you go on like this!” “You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?” “You look so… empty. I’m worried for you, please talk to me.” “Are you alright in there? You’re so quiet.” “How did you get these bruises? Please don’t lie to me.” “There’s something bothering you that you’re not telling me and I can see it slowly destroying you. What happened?” “You’re sleep deprived and you haven’t been eating. Why do you think you’re feeling dizzy?” “I can give you some pills to help you sleep. They aren’t healthy, but this is even less healthy.” “If you didn’t just blink I would’ve sworn you were dead, that’s how sickly you’re looking. Go to bed, please!” “Have you drank all of these bottles in one weekend?!” “I know you don’t want this, but it’s for your own good. Sign the papers so they can pick you up tomorrow and you can get clean.” “What the hell are you doing?! Did you do that to yourself?!” “When was the last time you left the house? Or opened the curtains for that matter.” “Here, just keep breathing. It’ll be okay. Better out than in…” “This can’t go on like this! You’re not eating, you’re not sleeping, you barely talk!” “I’m sorry. I went through your room and found this. Explain what the hell this is doing in your room!” “I thought you’d quit! How long have you been lying to me?” “I’m only trying to help and right now I think I have a much better idea of what you need than you do.” “Did you take anything? Why are you passing out? Hey! Stay with me!”

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thelegacyofladybug:

“Hey who is the new kid?” Someone commented, successfully interrupting the conversation. “Shouldn’t you go introduce yourself since you’re the class president?” He nudged Marinette.

The blunette glanced over and felt her stomach clench up. Adrien Agreste… “Oh yes of course.” She smiled. “I’ll be right back.” As soon as her back was turned to the group, her smile disappeared, replaced by a hardened mask.

She walked up, trying to keep her body language casual. “I’m assuming the only reason you’re here is because daddy doesn’t know.” She said, voice flat. “Well unfortunately for both of us I’m the class president so I have to come and welcome you and tell you that if you have any questions you can come to me but other than that I won’t bother you.” She crossed her arms, hands curled into fists.

Not looking up from his textbook, he sighs softly at the sound of footsteps approaching, but otherwise doesn’t react until she speaks.

              “Don’t worry, I have no questions for you.” He responds coolly, still not looking up. “I’m not even a full time student here. Just transient, picking up a few extra classes. So you don’t need to bother yourself with me.”

Green eyes finally flick up to look at her, with a frown etched on his face.

               “And I’m an adult. I’m free to make my own decisions. Whether my father knows I’m here or not doesn’t matter. Maybe you should try being a bit less petty though, Marinette. Throwing a new student’s family issues in their face is no way for a class president to act.”

He looks back to his book, now resolutely pretending the girl isn’t here. He spends a lot of time doing that; pretending Marinette Dupain-Cheng doesn’t exist. That she never did. That their friendship as children wasn’t a thing.

[idiona]

reading

[catastrophexsaved-blog]

magic-heart-of-ice:

     “No, no I don’t mean that kind of monster,” she corrected, letting out a huff of frustration. “I mean like… a Monster. Non-human people who use magic and were sealed away forever ago and just recently were released like… a couple years ago? Considering what a big deal it’s been, I would have thought it’d be on the news…”

      Alex eyed the ring on the teen’s hand, but other than, again, getting a vague sense of foreign magic from the object, she just simply couldn’t discern enough information to figure out what the oddly dressed kid in front of her was talking about.

     “Magic isn’t exactly all fun and games,” she countered, clearly uncomfortable with this line of conversation. “But far be it for me to tell you what to do. I’ve learned enough control to keep from messing up on the things I know how to do. It was in trying something new that things went haywire.”

     Shaking her head, the mage gestured around her. “I’m lost halfway across the globe, technically in the country illegally since I don’t have a passport, and unless I want to risk attempting to repeat whatever it was I did, I have no way home. Just how ‘okay’ do you think I am?”

     Perhaps the words came out harsher than she intended, but she was frustrated, afraid of what was going to happen if she was found by anyone else, and worse… that was a lot of magic she’d inadvertently used. She was starting to feel exhausted, though she was trying to hide it. Even if she was planning to attempt a repeat of what she’d done, she’d need time to rest and regain her energy first.

              “Pardon! I’ve been so busy that I haven’t had much time for non-Parsian news. Though, Madam, I could say the same to you about what’s been going on here. I would have thought even américain news would mention the fact that Paris was being plagued by and evil man with magical butterflies that turned people evil.” He laughs into his hand.

              “Though I must admit, I am very curious what you’re talking about. Because I’m pretty sure Plagg isn’t one of those. He wasn’t sealed away or anything like that.”  

His smile slips for a moment as she says magic isn’t all fun and games, his gaze flicking down at his ring, then back to her.

              “Trust me, I know that. But I think that generally the benefits of it would outweigh any downsides.”

A more optimistic view than his brother tends to hold, but Adrien tries not to let the bad luck that comes with being Chat Noir hold him back. 

              “Uh. Uhm. I’m sorry. Uh. Uhm.” He looks away nervously, frowning. “I could. Uh. Offer you a place to stay, until you find- find a way home...”

The manor is more than big enough that she could hide there without anyone knowing... if she’s willing...

[thelegacyofladybug]

Leave the Past Behind || Closed

Marinette was attending a local community college in order to build up more scholarships before attending university. She didn’t know wha she wanted to be anymore. Her dreams of fashion died with her childhood friendship with Adrien Agreste. Now she had no idea where she wanted to go with her life.

The was until a few weeks earlier. She had been approached by a very mysterious woman who called herself Tikki. She offered Marinette a job that would provide housing and a nice paycheck. All she had to do was protect the city of Paris as a vigilante hero called Ladybug. It took a few days but Marinette finally accepted the job.

Each night she would go to Tikki’s headquarters and train, learning to fight with her hand, with weapons, learning to move around the city and everything else she might need. The only condition of the job was she couldn’t tell anyone what she did. No one was allowed to know.

Currently she sat in the dining hall with a few friends, happily chatting about school and anything else that came up in conversation.

@catastrophex

[catastrophexsaved-blog]

Continuing into the fashion world was the path of least resistance for Adrien . Just doing what his father wats.

Modeling for the rest of his life, and going off into what his father wants for university. Drama, apparently, once it became clear that Adrien had no drawing skills at all, unlike his father and brother.

Dreams of being a science communicator were lost like dust on the wind with his mom...

It was hardly plausible anyway. It’s not like he’d have been able to really achieve that. No, it’s best to just do what his father tells him. And if acting is the future his father sees for him... well, he won’t argue. He’s the ‘problem’ child as is...

So when a mysterious man who only would give his name as Plagg offered him a job that could at least get him out from under his father’s roof, he jumped for it.

Protect this Ladybug girl and Chat Noir? Gladly. He’s been fencing most of his life as it is, so he already kind of knows how to fight, and since this Plagg is training him further... he can do that. Anything to get him away from his father, even just a little bit.

He couldn’t handle the constant scrutiny anymore, so getting out of that building into housing provided by Plagg a few weeks ago...

The money he gets from it mostly goes to paying for additional classes that he’s taking without his father knowing, at a community college rather than his university- with intention to transfer credits- still chasing in some small way that pipe dream of being a science communicator, even if it will never happen.

He slips into the dining hall of said community college, keeping his hood up, hoping to avoid drawing any attention. He just needs to get something to eat, and to do his homework while he’s here. He has... an hour before his father expects him.

Slipping into a seat as far away from everyone else as he can, he can’t help but notice a familiar face across the room, and he sighs.

Marinette...

It doesn’t matter. That friendship is long dead. He’s alone now... and that’s fine.

[catastrophexsaved-blog]

colorful headcanons.

( send me a copic color for a headcanon )

frost blue: does your muse enjoy the snow and cold? or are they the type to enjoy summer more?

peacock blue: is your muse honest? what sorts of lies do they tell, if not?

lapis lazuli: does your muse prefer the idea of exploring the depths of the oceans, or the boundless expanses of space more?

reddish brass: how likely is your muse to step up and take the role of a leader? are they willing to take the challenge, or are they more apt to being a follower?

burnt umber: how stable is your muse, mentally and/or emotionally?

champagne: does your muse drink (alcohol)? are they a heavy drinker, if so?

tea orange: what is something that your muse is fascinated with?

malachite: has your muse ever done anything that they winded up feeling incredibly guilty for in the end?

olive: is your muse prone to feeling envious of others? if yes, what is it that they typically feel envious over?

vermillion: is your muse courageous, or would they consider themselves to be more of a coward?

coral: what is your muse's romantic and sexual orientations?

bougainvillaea: would your muse consider themselves as blunt, or do they beat around the bush instead?

currant: what's something that absolutely disgusts your muse (can be a person, place, thing, ect)?

crimson: how passionate is your muse about the things they love most?

raspberry: what food and/or drink can your muse not get enough of? do they indulge in it often, or is it something reserved for special occasions?

baby blossoms: does your muse have a favorite scent? what is it, and why?

mallow: what sorts of things might remind your muse of those close to them? any scents, objects, sounds?

aubergine: does your muse prefer the day, or are they more of a night-owl?

acacia: how much does it take for your muse to hate someone?

cadmium yellow: what subjects or topics does your muse avoid, because they bring up harmful / painful memories?

honey: when your muse loves someone (whether it be romantic, platonic, or familial love), how do they show it?

chartreuse: if you had to describe your muse with a color, what color would it be and why?

anise: when it comes to self-care, what does your muse do to take care of themselves? do they take care to spend time on it, or do they feel they don't deserve it?

new leaf: what message would your muse send to their past self, if any?

moss: how easily does your muse adapt to any new situations they're thrust into?

silk: does your muse care about appearances much? do they spend a lot of time on their own appearance, or do they just go with the flow each day?

sanguine: does your muse typically have an optimistic, pessimistic, or some middle ground outlook on life?

atoll: if your muse could go anywhere, without any restrictions whatsoever, where would they go? why would they go there?

cool grey: if your muse could ensure one thing for certain in their future to come, what would it be?

black: does your muse have a 'bucket list?' list some things your muse wants to accomplish before they die.

[catastrophexsaved-blog]

WELL FINALLY. It took me forever but I finally finished my redesigns of the more magical girl look for Chat Noir. Had designs from back on their old blog that I did for fun, but I’d been wanting to redesign them. And I finally made myself do it.

Left is Adrien, right is Felix. Given that their main verse isn’t within the universe of the show, these are the default designs for them as Chat.

If you ARE interacting with them in the ML verse... See here. That’s the most recent art stuff I did of ML them.

[idiona]

city