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I’ll have you know you’ll be old one day too, you annoying whipper-snapper!
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blogginelle replied to your post: Everyone’s making older muse headcanons and I’m...
( ewww old people )
I’ll have you know you’ll be old one day too, you annoying whipper-snapper!
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“Aw, c’mon Alya! I really don’t want to kiss the fish!”
kiss the fish chat noir kiss it
“Uh, no. I would really rather not kiss the fish! That’s kind of disgusting!”
Ew, raw dead fish on his lips.
Perception {c;blogginelle
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The black shepherd padded the streets of Paris quietly. The afternoon sun had just began to set, the day cooling off. It felt magnificent.
Glacier blue eyes danced about the people she passed, none seeming to comment on the out of place animal. It was probably the collar she wore around her next. Hailee chuckled quietly to herself. These assuming eyes were actually seeming a translating necklace, but none would know the wiser.
A mouth watering smell suddenly drifted to her nose, the dog turning on her pads and sprinting towards it.
Food, glorious food.
She instantly narrowed in on a girl, probably about her age in human form. The dog padded over, putting on the puppy dog look and barking softly to gain her attention.
The German Shepherd leaned back on her haunches in a classic begging pose, woofing quietly again.
❝ - hey, aren’t you that girl who runs that Ladybug blog? ❞
Of course he’s been keeping up. He loved superheroes and had a little bit of a history working with them. When Ladybug and Chat Noir started poking into his newsfeed, he couldn’t help but to keep a little tab on their activities.
And while newscasts were useful, navigating through a teenage-run blog seemed MUCH more interesting to him.
( @blogginelle investigates | starter call )
"Don't leave me."
Marinette held onto her side. How could this of happened? She normally was so much more careful. If she had only had saw the gun in time she could have avoided it and she wouldn’t be in pain right now. “I’m fine. I promise.” She said giving a pained smile. “Are you okay though?”