Frog Miraculous - Nathaniel Kurtzberg
Hero name: La Grenouille (French)
Costume: Royal purple legs and arms, red body, black belt and dart holster, black markings on the mask, purple streaks on the the tips of his hair.
Weapon: Blow gun and poison darts. (Dart affects change depending on his will, numbing, tranquilizer, medicine, etc.)
Kwami: Ranna (genderless, deep melodic masculine voice, prefers male pronouns)
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I needed to design a frog miraculous so I could make a joke for a short comic. Nathaniel was the lucky candidate. Also between @aknazer and I this really got out of hand. Here is a link to the comic:
http://saijspellhart.tumblr.com/post/171440398061/i-got-struck-with-an-idea-and-i-had-to-draw-it
So here is a fun drabble about Frog Nath written by @aknazer! (Fairia) Keep reading!
Chat was in fine form tonight. Nathaniel was pretty sure that everyone was ready to wring his neck…except for Rena, but then again, she was his go-to partner in pranking. Nathaniel eyeballed the fox, who stood off to the side, smirking as she watched Chat Noir (attempt to) cajole Ladybug into kissing him.
“But Bugaboo…” Chat whined, and Ladybug rolled her eyes. “There’s a competition up on the Ladyblog! One hundred euros to anyone who can get a picture of a LadyNoir kiss! Don’t you want to win?”
“Ok, first off, stop using that stupid ship name.” Ladybug snapped. “I’m not dating you. We are not a couple. Second, why the heck do you want a hundred euros? You’re loaded. No, don’t lie to me - anyone who casually talks about going to St. Barts for summer vacation does not need a hundred euros. And third, I won’t let myself be bullied into kissing anyone.”
Chat blinked. “…I’ll split the prize money with you?”
Ladybug’s eyes flared in outrage as she sucked in a breath. She opened her mouth and Nathaniel noticed that everybody flinched. Ladybug, however, didn’t speak. She studied the nervous-looking boy before her…and smirked.
“La Grenouille?” She said sweetly, shooting him a sly look. “Remember what I said?”
Nathaniel blinked, surprised at being addressed. Then grinned, unfolding his crossed arms, one hand snaking up to unholster his blow gun. He had it in hand and was raising it to his lips even as Chat opened his mouth, brow furrowed in confusion.
Chat froze, going stiff as the needle of the dart penetrated his suit and lodged firmly in his backside.
“Really, Greninja?” He muttered, even as his limbs relaxed and he dropped to the rooftop with a dull thump. “Blow dart. In my butt cheek.”
Nathaniel twirled his blow gun. “What can I say, except-”
“Shuddup.” Chat mumbled as his eyes slid shut.
