#lachattenoir

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Plagg! Claws out! We need to help Ladybug! I really did have so much fun with this costume. What are your best puns? (They done have to be cat related 🐱) 📸 @dustylioncosplay #cosplay #cosplaygirl #miraculous #lechatnoir #lachattenoir https://www.instagram.com/p/Bs-rXVJDSYG/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=15gp7f2jpgb68

[directxrhill]

la-chatte-noir 

      [Another cat themed costume. Right.]          Director Hill. Did you need something? 

[death-cannot-stop-me-archive]

"I didn’t do it."

Put one of these in my askbox to see how my Muse reacts.

Jane rolled her eyes, giving the other woman a disbelieving look. Did this woman really take Jane for an idiot? Everyone she started off with always started with the ‘I didn’t do it’ or ‘I don’t know’ but by the end, they were squealing like a pig. While she was a criminal, Selina was one of the only criminals in Gotham Jane actually liked.

      “Be real, Kitty Cat, you’re somehow always involved in everything that goes on in Gotham. Or you at least know about it. So let’s try this again. And this time tell me the truth about what the hell is going on.”

[leisanmarbh]

   Who would of guessed that the prime location for a large chunk of a rock that some people had heard housed kryptonite. It did have a faint glow that came in from within, seen through the cracks that ran across the outer shell. The Gotham Historical Museum had it under tight lock and key. It was actually in a room by itself. Laser sensors over all the doors. Two of them just incase someone tried to enter the room besides the security, which was thick. This was a large chunk, and Deathstroke could tip quite the bit of bullets. That means he' have an advantage over the Kryptonians. As if he needed it? The legend clad in sleek armor made of Nth metal. It enhanced his abilities further and gave him protection from most weapons. The navy blue and orange being the signature colors of his armor. His mask, made of the same metal but with a lot less layers applied. He wore his tactical harness. Various grenades, a knife and extra ammunition for the two Glock 20 9mms that were holstered at either side of his waist. People would think his gear would wear him down. Though he moved with all his equipment like there was no issue, like it was weightless. Only thing that hindered him in the least was the fact he only had one eye. The black side of the mask took care of that though. It just looked like a blacked out intact eye. He was currently scaling the side of the museum. Rope attached and grips on the bottom of his armored boots digging in. There were no other way in without causing a huge scene, that would happen if he stormed the building."Easy as taking candy from a baby." Said simply to himself.

[icyxmischief]

la-chatte-noir replied to your post: “//Anyone wanna bug Loki IC? ”:

(I DO I DO IDO--YOU'RE LIKE MY LOKI 9EVER B/C PERFECTION OK--]

//AW golly thank you \o/ I got your Ask and am trying to muster the brain power to do it justice because it's very pretty prose. <3 

[askfathernightroad-archive]

"Was this a phase, Selina?"

[respectthemindspower]

(Humor me, love me. <3]

Humor Me: I’ll write a funny drabble about our characters.

Jonathan Crane had changed a lot over the past few years. In the past, he was like he was at work. Clinical, methodical, professional and cold. And it suited him. But now, with a wife and daughter, things had changed. He actually had to be a family man the moment he came home. And he actually liked it.

But, at work, he of course remained to be the professional he needed to be. He liked it this way. It gave him a clear border in his lives, something he needed. Today, however, that border would be crossed, by no one else but Selina Kyle herself.

Sitting at his desk, Crane was done with rounds for the day, which meant paperwork would fill most of the rest of the day. Without as much as a knock the door opened, Selina, clad in a long, beige trench coat. From what Jonathan could see, several coworkers stared into his office from the hallway, probably disbelieving that the woman barging in was indeed his wife. Not that Jonathan could further annoy himself at the curious looks, because Selina closed the door.

"Selina, what are you doing here? Is everything alright?" Jonathan asked with genuine concern. He knew how much Selina hated this place. She wouldn’t come here very willingly. "Everything’s fine, Jonathan," Selina answered, a calm and sultry purr to her voice. Without as much as a warning, she undid the belt of her trench coat and let the cloth fall to the ground, revealing herself clad in nothing more but very fancy, black lingerie.

It took Jonathan several long moments to respond, working his jaw several times as his mouth was agape when he took in Selina’s form. In that time, Selina acted fast, approaching him swiftly with a sway of her hips and a bounce in her step. All the while keeping that devilish, seductive smirk upon her lips. “Selina, wha—” he was immediately cut off in his questioning by a demanding kiss from Selina, her gripping the lapels of his suit to pull him in. She kissed him so deeply, he had no choice but to kiss back, after a moment or two with as much vigor as Selina was. When their lips parted, he was silenced for a moment again, looking into her eyes.

"Selina, what… I mean— here?!" Jonathan finally asked when he found his voice again. He knew Selina was prone to little games and adventures when it came to things like this, Things he happily indulged in. But he wasn’t sure he wanted to have his office reminding him of something like this.

Selina herself didn’t answer. She just smirked slyly as her mouth moved from his to his law line, her fingers making quick work of his tie, before moving on to the buttons of his suit. When she began sucking the delicate skin in his neck and pushed him back against his desk, it felt as if Crane had no choice but to simply give in. And so he did, with a quiet exhale of breath, closing his eyes contently as Selina took a patch of skin between her teeth and nibbled harshly. She knew exactly what he liked.

"Sweetheart, can you do something for me?" Selina purred, glancing up at her husband through her eyelashes.

"Anything," he sighed breathlessly, nodding softly without opening his eyes.

"Great!" Selina exclaimed, the soft and seductive tone void from her voice as she pulled away from him, leaving the poor man in confusion as he opened his eyes to see where she was going. "I’ve got to go, you see," she continued, picking up her coat from the floor and pulling it on. "Got a date with a very big diamond on display in the museum. Too much of a beauty to deny. And I need you to watch Helena while I’m gone."

"I— what?!" Jonathan exclaimed, very confused by Selina’s change in demeanour as he was fully indulged in her last one. He could only watch as Selina opened the door to his office and suddenly pulled in Helena, propped in her portable car seat, giggling as if she was laughing at her daddy. "She needs a change of diaper, too. Thanks, hun," Selina said with an all to knowing, evil smile as she kissed his cheek, before disappearing out of his office, heading straight for the exit.

"I… Selina! Wait!" Jonathan called after her, not agreeing with this plan at all. It seemed he had no choice in the matter, however, as she’d gone already. The curious looks his wife earned before were now directed at Crane himself, probably taking in his disheveled form, tie and buttons undone and traces of lipstick evident in his neck. Slinking back into his office out of embarrassment  Jonathan eyed his daughter, who was chewing on some of his office paper. "Your mother is evil," he informed her, before sighing in defeat. It seemed like today was going to be father-daughter day at work.

 Love Me: I’ll write a fluffy drabble about our characters.

Okay, Helena was sound asleep in her bed, the remnants of the simple dinner Crane cooked for them were all cleaned up, and all that was left now was… well, nothing, really. To wait for Selina to get home, probably. Jonathan sat upon the couch, watching TV in the most grouchy form possible. He didn’t even like watching TV. So he just sat there, staring at the screen blankly with his arms crossed over his chest. He was still mad with Selina for saddling him with Helena at work. Not that he minded spending time with Helena in the least, but he felt like some kind of housewife. And a man with an ego as big as Crane’s, he of course felt himself far above that. 

When Selina came home, she naturally used the balcony instead of the door, even though their apartment was fourteen stories up. Almost quietly she entered the living room, but Crane was accustomed to her by now. He recognized the soft swoosh the curtains made as she entered via the window.

Graciously, Selina led herself down onto the couch, next to Jonathan, beaming at him with an earnest laugh of delight. Jonathan didn’t even look at her. Selina had peeled back the cowl and goggles from her face, and zipped down her catsuit fairly far, for her own comfort. Reaching into the crevice of her suit she peeled out a purple diamond, too big to fit even into a necklace. “Look what I brought back for you, love,” Selina cooed, holding the stone out to Jonathan. Glancing at it, he merely hummed, pretending to watch the old version of The Haunting again.

"Aw, are you still mad at me for the little game I played with you this afternoon?" Selina said, that seductive little purr from back in his office returning to her voice. Again, Jonathan did his best to keep his eyes trained to the screen, something to which she only laughed. "You’re such a sore loser, Jon."

Again, Jonathan didn’t answer. Selina was used to this from him by now. The man didn’t much like to talk about his own emotions. He understood them very clearly, like any psychiatrist would, but he found it difficult to reason with them. Like one could not perform optimally with them. Especially when it came to emotions regarding Selina. Said those confused him.

So they didn’t talk. Selina simply cuddled herself against him, wrapping her arms around his and leaning her head on his shoulder as they watched old movies together to deep into the night. As time passed, Jonathan’s posture relaxed, finally pillowing a cheek on top of Selina’s head. She smiled as he uncrossed his arms, and his hand searched for hers to hold, and entwine his fingers with. Witnessing Jonathan Crane forgive truly was a rare and magnificent thing.

When Breakfast at Tiffany’s credits rolled, Selina’s favorite, she yawned. How long had they been watching movies now? It was time for bed. “Jon,” she murmured, lifting her head despite Jon’s pressing down on it. When she escaped from their embrace and looked at Jonathan, she found him sleeping soundly, contently. An even rarer sight. Selina simply smiled, cuddling up against him once more to assure he would be kept sleeping. It’d be a shame to disturb such a rare occurrence. 

[scaringthehelloutofyou-blog]

iamthescarletwitch makemeagodagain whatistheworthofaman synthezoidred la-chatte-noir

You three.

{ Having nothing against the set of humans among the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D. deputy director, she stood before the man and woman. In attempts at 'protecting' them while her Soulsword appeared as she faced the other three with hostility.}