Page 11 of my Miraculous Mentor AU comic A Matter of Trust! In which the new and very competent Chat Noir holds his own against Mr. Pigeon and does NOT get his tail handed to him by a bunch of birds! But Adrien can speak cat. 💀🪦

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His secret is crippling depression and overwhelming anxiety

(breaks out into funky pop song) 🎶🎵

have you ever gazed deeply into your blorbo's eyes across time and space? Well, I have.

When people get a little too gung-ho about-

wait. cancel post. gung-ho cannot be English. where did that phrase come from? China?

ok, yes. gōnghé, which is…an abbreviation for “industrial cooperative”? Like it was just a term for a worker-run organization? A specific U.S. marine stationed in China interpreted it as a motivational slogan about teamwork, and as a commander he got his whole battalion using it, and other U.S. marines found those guys so exhausting that it migrated into English slang with the meaning “overly enthusiastic”.

That’s…wild. What was I talking about?

He has many eyes and they all look at you!❤️

WIP (I don’t know when I’ll finish it, but I like it the way it is)

Reblog if you didn’t write My Immortal

We’re going to find the author by process of elimination.

Homage to Théophile Steinlen’s 1896 Chat Noir poster.

Felt like doing something picture book like.

Love-Struck Dork

Adrien’s fangirling keeps Plagg from sleeping well… Poor Plagg.

Ok though, Adrien is a total romantic at heart, and constantly daydreams about his lady. My brother saw this and said “Where is the mysterious bulge?” and I said “Dude, that is realistic, but I only drew his upper torso, ok? We are keeping this wholesome”

poor adrinette amirite

(are we truly free tho)

The wish

Adrien panicking after Cataclysming his father/Monarch: Félix, I need— can you please stop singing ‘He had it coming’?— I need help explaining this to Ladybug!

Félix, having the greatest day of his life: Oh, she’ll understand.

Currently obsessed w the idea kwamis can shapeshift but only into the animals the represent

“Lord Byron gets up at two. I get up, quite contrary to my usual custom … at 12. After breakfast we sit talking till six. From six to eight we gallop through the pine forest which divide Ravenna from the sea; we then come home and dine, and sit up gossiping till six in the morning. I don’t suppose this will kill me in a week or fortnight, but I shall not try it longer. Lord B.’s establishment consists, besides servants, of ten horses, eight enormous dogs, three monkeys, five cats, an eagle, a crow, and a falcon; and all these, except the horses, walk about the house, which every now and then resounds with their unarbitrated quarrels, as if they were the masters of it… . [P.S.] I find that my enumeration of the animals in this Circean Palace was defective … . I have just met on the grand staircase five peacocks, two guinea hens, and an Egyptian crane. I wonder who all these animals were before they were changed into these shapes.”

— Percy Bysshe Shelley on the lifestyle of Lord Byron (via timemarauder)

i just think she's cute and neat 🦋