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flower, all photos on this account are taken by me ^^
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Someone help me identify PLEASE
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Cursed past
When the past is changed the only people who can help Adrien and Marinette defeat the new villain are themselves, just not from their time. The seasoned superheroes will need to teach their younger selves everything they know before the time runs out or else life as they know it will cease to exist. Love is blossoming, trust is strengthened, and the true power of their miraculouses will be revealed.
Ao3
Chapter 1: The beginning of Change
“Bunnix,” Master Fu stood there in shock, looking at the older miraculous holder, a sinking feeling cooling his blood, “why are you here?”
“Master Fu, something is going to happen.” Bunnix stated serious, with a hint of fear, “where are Minibug and kitty noir?”
oOo
Marinette stepped into shower, feeling the warmth travel down her body, sighing in relief, the warmth soothing the old aches and pain she had gained after 12 years of being ladybug. She started washing her hair and was rinsing her hair when she heard the front door open downstairs, smiling to herself she waited for her husband’s voice.
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Cursed past
When the past is changed the only people who can help Adrien and Marinette defeat the new villain are themselves, just not from their time. The seasoned superheroes will need to teach their younger selves everything they know before the time runs out or else life as they know it will cease to exist. Love is blossoming, trust is strengthened, and the true power of their miraculouses will be revealed.
Ao3
Chapter 1: The beginning of Change
“Bunnix,” Master Fu stood there in shock, looking at the older miraculous holder, a sinking feeling cooling his blood, “why are you here?”
“Master Fu, something is going to happen.” Bunnix stated serious, with a hint of fear, “where are Minibug and kitty noir?”
oOo
Marinette stepped into shower, feeling the warmth travel down her body, sighing in relief, the warmth soothing the old aches and pain she had gained after 12 years of being ladybug. She started washing her hair and was rinsing her hair when she heard the front door open downstairs, smiling to herself she waited for her husband’s voice.
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I mean not exactly 84 between the other players seeing as they could respawn ^^
techno & his team were absolute gods in last night's mcc
to put this into perspective, his team got 116 kills right? there were 200 players. Only 84 player kills between the other 197 players.
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hug now
I have changed my name ( ＾∀＾) now if you want a hug DO NOT and I repeat DO NOT HESITATE TO ASK!
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HMMMMMM
"Fundy, do you want to tell chat what you me and jschlatt did on your Minecraft server?"
"That stays off stream-"
fox man what the fuck does that mean.
what did you do.
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Chat helping Ladybug with Biology homework
Ladybug: fuck biology!
Chat Noir:That's a part of it, yeah.
#Ml incorrect quotes#Miraculous#Miraculous incorrect quotes#Miraculous ladybug incorrect quotes#Mlb incorrect quotes#Symbolicsparrow#Source: ArlusFinch and Justaminx
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We are so excited to announce this year’s Adrien AUGreste 2020 calendar with livelier and more exciting prompts - because some of the daily prompts here are based from August’s national/international holidays!
And just like last year, we have a Weekly Theme for those who can’t commit to doing the daily prompts.
Week 1: Snake Noir
Week 2: Aspik
Week 3: Mister Bug
Week 4: Chat Noir
Below the cut is the list of the prompts and the holidays it inspired from.
But before that, here are the ground rules:
This is an Adrien-centric event. We don’t care if you want to make a fluffy or an angsty fic/art, as long as the main focus is Adrien.
No character or ship hate. All salt fics/art will not be reblogged. If you’re unsure of your entry or AUs, you can PM us or send us an Ask and we’ll respond to you in private.
N/S/F/W are allowed as long as the characters are aged-up. Make sure to put your entries under Read More with a disclaimer “Passion Fruit” before the cut and on the tags
Please @ this blog and use the tags #adrienaugust or #adrienaugreste if you’re going to follow the calendar prompts above; that way we can easily track your entries and reblog them here. If we haven’t reblogged your posts within 24-48 hours, kindly PM us so we can reblog it ASAP
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Poussière d’Étoiles [incomplete]
Adrien Agreste knows his soulmate is out there, somewhere. The doodles on his skin and his one bluebell eye proves it. But never in a million years did he expect that his soulmate would be someone like Lila Rossi.
If he’s going to find out who she really is, he’s going to have to stay faithful to the mysterious girl who stole his left eye, and his heart.
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In The Diary Of Alya (Part 2)
A continuous fic for LadyNoir July as told from the POV of Alya
Day 2: Stargazing / Previous / Next
Hey Diary,
Am I a bad person for eavesdropping? I hope not.
It’s a beautiful night, so I thought I would just go out for a quick walk. I was kinda hoping I’d see Ladybug patrolling the streets before bed (ok, I may have also eavesdropped and memorized their patrol patterns) but I couldn’t see her anywhere. Oh well.
So I’m walking home, right? And there, on a rooftop, Ladybug and Chat Noir were sitting and looking at the stars. Well, Ladybug was. Chat Noir was looking at her. Typical.
But that’s weird. Chat Noir shouldn’t have been out. I mean, it’s not uncommon to see him out and about for no apparent reason at any time, but usually they enjoy their days off. But there they were, just… talking?
So like any person would have done and hid behind a bush to watch them.
My first worry was that something was wrong. Usually they joke around and eat snacks (Ladybug usually has treats from Marinette’s parents’ bakery, she has good taste) but they were unusually quiet.
But then I was like, “haha Chat is trying to feed Ladybug a cookie, they’re back to normal”. But then Ladybug let him. He tries this every time (ok, I may also find them, like, every patrol they have together) and she never lets him! But I watched it with my own eyes! And she was like, blushing! I knew it! They are totally a couple!
Ok, maybe not, but that’s a big development.
But then after a little bit, Chat Noir leaned over and said something to her, and she got so flustered that she said goodbye and left. And Chat Noir just laughed before going home.
I don’t know what’s going on, but I hope I get to see more of it. Goodnight!
💚 @ladynoirjuly2020 💚
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🐞Little Lady Paws🐾
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Ladybug gets into a “hairy” predicament when an akuma capture goes wrong.
A collaboration between @ao3bronte and @yamina20-blog 💕
I am a hamster.
I’m a hamster?
I’M A HAMSTER?!
Gnashing her hands—no, her paws—together restlessly, Paris’ leading lady turned stout-bodied rodent tries not to panic. She’s been sitting here patiently on Adrien’s bedspread for twenty minutes and so far, he hasn’t shown up to embarrass her any further. She can’t even imagine what he’s going to say when he sees her like this, tiny and furry and naked, save for the earrings in her ears. One quick look in her reflection confirms what Master Fu has already told her; they’re still in their active form, which means that Tikki is just as trapped in this hamster body as she is.
Seconds turn into minutes and Ladybug eventually gets bored of waiting, prefering to explore the world around her to keep her mind off the inevitable. She clambers up towards his pillows but doesn’t find anything of interest hiding beneath them, which isn’t all that surprising. Just because she hides things under her own pillows doesn’t mean that other people do and Ladybug flops down onto his mattress platform instead to try and find something to amuse herself with.
Which is when she spots it.
An iPad!
Using Adrien’s mattress frame like a firepole, Ladybug slides down the legs of the platform and plops onto her furry bum with a squeak, rubbing it gingerly. This floor is hard! And her paws aren’t nearly as agile as human hands, which makes this next part even more daunting.
Whoa!
This shelving unit looked way smaller when she’d still been on the bed!
The iPad is on the second shelf and somehow, she needs to find a way to get up to it. If she uses his mobile charging cord as a lasso, maybe she can hook the tip of it around the corner of the cabinet and haul herself up like a mountaineer—
“Ladybug?”
The heroine-turned-hamster jolts to a halt, freezing in place. Her heart throbs like a jackhammer in her chest and she flattens herself to the floor instinctively, her eyes blown wide with fright. Adrien immediately looks stricken and runs over, sliding across the floor on his knees to where she’s more or less trying to melt between the whitewashed wooden floorboards.
“Ladybug? Oh my god, are you okay?” Adrien scoops her up with the gentlest of touches, cradling her like the most delicate piece of porcelain in creation, “Chat Noir told me about what happened to you and I promised to take care of you but—oh my god, Ladybug, are you breathing? Oh god, I’ve killed her. I gave her a heart attack and killed her!”
Watching his anxiety mount with every panicked exclamation, Ladybug wills her diaphragm inhale. He scared the living daylights out of her and now they’re both becoming hysterical and this is by far the worst thing that’s ever happened in the entire history of the known universe and nothing in the world could ever be this awful again except it is and it’s happening and—
“Oh thank god, you’re breathing,” Adrien sits back on his haunches with a sigh of relief, throwing his head back, “I thought I killed you!”
Ladybug manages to open and close her mouth several times before uttering a single squeak, her face positively simmering with embarrassment. Adrien doesn’t seem to notice, too wrapped up in his own guilt, and promptly clambers to his feet, “I’m going to put you somewhere safe, okay? It’s dangerous, being on the floor where someone could step on you.”
Still thoroughly drowning in her own humiliation, Ladybug doesn’t even protest as he gently deposits her back onto the bed again and begins to pace, “While I was coming home from my photoshoot, I was Googling how to take care of hamsters because I’ve never had a pet before—I mean,” he stops and begins to wave his hands, “You’re not a pet, you’re Ladybug, but you’re shaped like a pet and— oh my god, this is coming out all wrong.”
Adrien takes a deep breath, “Okay. I need to just…calm down. We all need to calm down and focus so we can try and figure this out.”
Watching in a mix of awe and horror, Ladybug realises that Adrien is feeling just as overwhelmed as she is.
“I really want to help you,” he finally says, rubbing furiously at the back of his neck, “But I don’t know how so…here!” Galloping over to his side table, Adrien snatches the very device Ladybug had been trying to lasso and plops it on the bed beside her, “Use the iPad! I’ll, uh…let me just find the memo app.”
Quickly swiping across the screen, a blank page awaits. Ladybug climbs on and quickly rules out using her front paws; her back paws keep hitting the other keys and messing everything up. With a frustrated huff, Ladybug stands on her hind legs and pats her claws on the backspace button until her garbled message is cleared.
hi adrien, she hops back and forth across the sensitive glass, the pads of her tiny paws hitting each key with a satisfying thunk, im so sorry chat did this to you
“What?!” Adrien reels back, panicking once again, “No no! This is fine. This is great! It’s no problem, watching over you. No no, I’m the one who should be sorry! I almost gave you a heart attack!”
Ladybug glances up at his cherry stained cheeks before tapping the enter button and continuing onto the next line, this is my fault i never should have got hit
“But you did,” Adrien fiddles with his hands, his fingers practically twitching with the need to be useful, “And we’re going to figure this out. Chat Noir said he’s going to come by when Le Papillon makes another akuma and pick you up. He’s hoping the next one will be useful and maybe you’ll be able to turn back!”
Ladybug can’t deny that Adrien’s earnestness is infectious, i hope so
“I know so,” he assures her, blinding her with one of his one-hundred watt grin, “You can count on Chat Noir. He’d do anything for you! He’s probably out there right now, looking for an answer!”
Running the tips of her claws through the fur on her forearms, Ladybug’s lips begin to curve up at the edges as she types, i trust him to help me
“You do?”
Consumed with her tap dance along the keyboard, Ladybug completely misses the flush on his features, i do but dont tell him i said that
Adrien dips his head to the side and Ladybug’s knees quake at the sight, “How come? He would love to know that you trust him!”
he knows, Ladybug has to look away just to get a hold of herself, but if i tell him his head will get too big
Adrien begins to snicker and sits down alongside her, “I guess you’re kind of right. He probably loves getting compliments from you.“
Ladybug doesn’t bother typing out her answer, instead offering him an enormous nod; Chat Noir is and always has been a sucker for kind words.
Glancing towards the darkening sky, Adrien’s traitorous stomach begins to rumble, "Nathalie is going to call me down for dinner soon. What should I bring back for you?”
Ladybug shrugs, honestly stumped, what do hamsters eat
“Good question,” Adrien scoots beside her and Ladybug’s heart leaps into her chest at the proximity, “Let’s Google it! Here,” Adrien gently lifts Ladybug up by the waist and sets her on his knee as he picks up the tablet with his other hand, propping it up in front of them for both of them to see. “Seeds, nuts, fruits and vegetables. That should be easy enough to smuggle back up into my bedroom.”
Ladybug turns her attention away from the tablet and gazes back up at Adrien, marvelling at just how huge he is for a moment. Everything is so much bigger when you’re a hamster — she gets that — but it doesn’t really click until you’re unwillingly forced to become one at the hands of an evil mastermind bent on terrorizing Paris.
“Uh, Ladybug? Are you okay?” Adrien’s enormous hand curls around her body and Ladybug desperately hopes he can’t feel her heart hammering through all of her silky fur, “You’re kind of zoning out on me.”
Squeaking a stammering apology, Ladybug tries and fails to gather her composure. And how can she? Adrien has his huge, warm hand wrapped around her body and she’s practically shaking with nervous energy, every synapse overwhelmed with the giddy excitement of being in love. This is both the best and worst day of her life and for what it’s worth, she’ll have to remember to bring Chat some extra pastries as a thank you once she’s back to her regular size.
“Are you sure you’re okay? I don’t want to leave you on your own if you’re not,” Adrien says and Ladybug melts at the concern in his voice. How did he come to be so unconditionally kind? And thoughtful? And so extremely good looking?
He must sense the way her tension drains from her body and he sighs in relief, gracing her again with his beautiful smile, “Alright, I’m going to leave you on the bed, okay? And you can watch or do whatever you want with my iPad. Mi casa es su casa, right?” he laughs, rubbing at the back of his neck, “Anyway, I won’t be long and when I come back, I’ll bring you something to eat and maybe we can watch a movie together? Would you like that?”
Ladybug nods, folding and refolding her little paws as she imagines the two of them watching a movie together. What would they watch? Would she sit beside him? Would he let her sit on his knee again?
“Perfect!” Adrien practically vibrates, setting Ladybug back down on his bedspread beside the iPad, “I’ll be back, Ladybug. See you soon!”
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Holy fucking shit I need this
MLB Incorrect Quotes: Gabriel Has a Plan
Nathalie: Let me see if I’ve got this correct. You plan to akumatize your own parents.
Gabriel: Yes.
Nathalie: In your own house.
Gabriel: Correct.
Nathalie: Don’t you think that’s a little risky?
Gabriel: I’ll be subtle!
Nathalie: Subtle? You? I can’t wait to hear this.
Gabriel: I won’t provoke the negative emotions directly. I have it all planned out.
Nathalie: I’m listening.
Gabriel: They’re arriving by train, so I booked them tickets for the weekend in which there’s maintenance works on three-quarters of the journey.
Nathalie: Won’t they wonder why you picked that weekend?
Gabriel: They know we have a strict schedule. I offered to book them a flight instead but they turned the offer down, as I knew they would.
Nathalie: Alright, what else?
Gabriel: I created a fake social media account for the sole purpose of setting up a huge climate change protest on their route from the station to here, encouraging the throwing of rotten produce onto environmentally unfriendly vehicles.
Nathalie: I was wondering why you’d told my brother the limo was in the garage and asked to borrow his car.
Gabriel: They’ll have to pass the Dupain-Cheng bakery on the way, and they’ll stop to admire the cakes.
Nathalie: Won’t that put them in a good mood? And how do you know they’ll stop?
Gabriel: I created another internet persona for the purpose of arranging a novelty cakes competition, and ensured the Dupain-Chengs’ entry will be in the window. I’ve spent the last six months using words associated with gardens in all conversations with Adrien in which he talks about Miss Marinette—
Nathalie: Which is a lot.
Gabriel: It is. And as expected, the moment she mentioned the competition to him, he immediately suggested a garden-themed cake. As you know, my father is absolutely obsessed with gardening. He won’t be able to resist stopping to take a look.
Nathalie: And that will cause negative emotions how?
Gabriel: Because no-one with a functional sense of smell can get near enough to that place to see the window display properly and not go in to buy something. My mother loves macaroons, and I bought up a large supply of flavourings to sell to the bakery, under a different name of course. She’s allergic to rosehip, and I spiked her favourite flavours with rosehip juice—not enough for the taste to be detected, but enough to cause a non-lethal reaction. Not putting that in the ingredients list, obviously.
Nathalie: …
Gabriel: What?
Nathalie: Knowing your parents, they’ll sue. Marinette is Adrien’s friend; I’m not sure he’ll like that.
Gabriel: I’ve already prepared a letter of apology from the “supplier” accepting all responsibility, so it doesn’t fall on them. And because Marinette is associated with Gabriel it gives me a justification for offering legal aid.
Nathalie: …
Gabriel: What now?
Nathalie: I’m actually impressed you thought through the consequences of your actions for a change.
Gabriel: I saw how worked up Adrien got last month when one of my victims sent the school furniture flying and caused a tiny graze on Marinette’s forehead. I know he’ll understand once he knows the truth, but seeing him that angry at Hawk Moth was quite … unsettling. I decided to minimise the mission’s effect on that girl where possible.
Nathalie: I’m proud of you.
Gabriel: *blushing*
Gabriel: …
Nathalie: Anyway, after the spiked macaroons?
Gabriel: Oh—yes. Well, by then they’ll both be frustrated and angry, and my mother will be feeling unwell on top of that, so when they arrive here, I’ve put in place two proverbial last straws.
Gabriel: Though last anvils might be a better indication of impact.
Nathalie: What’s the first?
Gabriel: Chloé will greet them.
Nathalie: So that’s why you offered her work experience. What will you have her do?
Gabriel: Be herself.
Nathalie: *winces* Poor bastards.
Gabriel: And then they’ll find Audrey in here, finishing up a meeting with me which will have run on because I will have ‘mislaid’ one of my designs.
Nathalie: *winces again* Knowing your mother’s lack of fashion taste, that will be excruciating.
Gabriel: *sounding gleeful* It really will.
Nathalie: Forgive me if I’m missing something, but … aren’t you going to a lot of trouble? Why exactly are your parents worth it? Do they have some amazing skills I don’t know about which will help you get Ladybug and Cat Noir’s Miraculouses?
Gabriel: Er … no.
Nathalie: So … why?
Gabriel: …
Gabriel: Revenge.
Nathalie: …
Nathalie: Revenge? On whom?
Gabriel: My parents, of course.
Nathalie: For what? Causing you to grow up emotionally stunted?
Gabriel: No.
Nathalie: Not supporting your ambitions?
Gabriel: No.
Nathalie: Not buying you the childhood toy you desperately wanted?
Gabriel: No.
Nathalie: I give up. Revenge for what?
~*~
***TEN YEARS AGO***
Gabriel: … I don’t believe you’ve met Nathalie Sancoeur, my executive assistant.
Nathalie: It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr and Mrs Agreste. If you’ll excuse me; I promised to tuck Adrien into bed and read his favourite bedtime story with him.
Nathalie: *exits*
Gabriel’s Mother: *gives a disapproving tut*
Gabriel: What was that, Mother?
Gabriel’s Father: Why is your secretary putting your son to bed?
Gabriel: Executive assistant, Father.
Gabriel’s Mother: That’s a glorified secretary. And you didn’t answer the question.
Gabriel: Because Emilie is filming and I’m waiting for an important conference call. And because Adrien likes her. Your tone makes it sound like you think that’s a problem.
Gabriel’s Father: It is a problem.
Gabriel’s Mother: I can’t believe you would hire someone, especially live-in staff, without doing a thorough background check.
Gabriel: I beg your pardon? What makes you think I didn’t?
Gabriel’s Parents Simultaneously: Because you hired her!
Gabriel: …
Gabriel: I see you’ve been doing your own research into my employees.
Gabriel’s Mother: I’d say that was a good thing, considering your lack of sense in this area.
Gabriel: I’ve known Nathalie several years, and I have never met someone more loyal and hard-working than she. I don’t care about her history.
~*~
***PRESENT DAY***
Gabriel: …
Gabriel: …
Gabriel: …
Gabriel: Did I say revenge? I meant … er … relationship. Yes, relationship.
Nathalie: *disbelievingly* Relationship.
Gabriel: Yes. I thought they could do with a break from their monotonous routine. To, you know, grow closer as a couple.
Nathalie: …
Nathalie: You do realise you’re not fooling me in the slightest, don’t you?
Gabriel: I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Adrien: *enters room* Are they here yet?
Adrien: *senses awkward atmosphere* Is everything okay?
Nathalie: Everything’s fine, Adrien. We were just discussing your grandparents’ arrival.
Adrien: Great! I can’t believe it’s been so long since they visited. Father, why haven’t we seen them in ten years?
Nathalie: Yes, Mr Agreste, why haven’t we?
Gabriel: *glares at her*
Nathalie: *holds his gaze*
Nathalie: *stares him down*
Adrien: *looks from one to the other, trying to work out what’s going in*
Gabriel: *gives in*
Gabriel: Fine! If you must know, they took issue with … *now mumbling* where you spent your gap year.
Nathalie: *eyes widen*
Adrien: *curiously* Why, where did Nathalie spend her gap year?
Nathalie: …
Nathalie: Prison.
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HELL FUCKING YEAH
Bite off more than you can chew and you’ll choke.
(AO3) (FFN)
Summary - “But Lila cared more about the middle finger that Adrien shot at her when no one else was looking.” To summarise, if you hurt the Ladybug, you can count on the Black Cat to absolutely annihilate you without mercy. A.K.A. A wonderful crackfic where Lila gets karma shoved up her ass by Adrien every time she tries to hurt Marinette.
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