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kaiju-krew · 19 days

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Hey there! Firstly, big big fan of your art and headcanons, ty for your cool and awesome big brain ❤️ Now that you’ve seen the movie, I’m wondering what your thoughts are on Shimo??? I’ve just seen impressions of her so scattered. (I saw your post on how she will NOT be treated as a pet, and I so appreciate that.)

I will say, for me the ‘old gal’ vibes are so strong and I’m here for it. Like when Goji blasts his atomic breath into the sky at the end and she’s looking at it with such awe and her cute super gummy smile, it reminds me of when a grandma gets shown some common piece of technology that the rest of us are used to, but she just can’t heckin believe it because she lives in a damn cave??? I loved that.

hi hi! omg u think i have a big brain...... compliment of the century.... i must have ppl fooled bcuz i am viscerally dumb most of the time

anywAYS. gxk spoilers below (and a lot of ranting)

shimo my beloved💙 i appreciate most interpretations of her, besides people who are just straight up caling her a dog. and like, not in the way i’d compare goji to a cat? for me it's more mannerisms based, so for goji my main expression/mannerism inspirations are cats, wolves, and komodo dragons (obviously), and for mosu it's owls and cats, with a crumb of horses because of their 'ear' communication so i use that with her antennae.

sorry for tangent but anyways. i dont need someone barking at me that i call goji a cat/draw him acting like a cat so calling shimo ‘kong’s pet dog’ is fine. i think its the difference between goji having the personality i characterize him with + mannerisms inspired by other animals, vs. him having no personality besides Being A Cat. like, he’s a dumbfuck but he’s clearly an intelligent creature capable of communication and understanding. i make a lot of shitposts but truly in my personal hc i’d never reduce him to ‘pet level intelligence’

i think i’m extra touchy about people calling her ‘kong’s pet’ because like. dawg. did you watch the movie? she was JUST freed from being skar’s slave/beast of burden/abused pet whatever you wanna call it. why would you want her to become another creature’s pet again?(obviously minus the abuse) idk mannn it just feels…. reductive somehow. she clearly shows intelligence and understanding when she realizes what’s happening during the fight and helps to kill skar. i just refuse to reduce her entire character to kong’s pet status bcuz that makes me uncomfortable asf.

as a disclaimer, you’re welcome to have whatever hc you enjoy. me expressing my personal thoughts on the matter isn’t an attack on anyone who characterizes her that way, i’m just not interested in engaging with it in the slightest.

DOUBLE ANYWAYS i just needed to get that outta my system. TIME FOR CUTE FUN IDEAS YAHOOO

i’m seeing mixed info about her age so idk where she actually sits there?? i remember seeing something like she’s the First Titan but i also think the novelization of the movie said she’s only 3 million years old?? when im p sure they’ve said goji is 250+ million years old so…. i have no clue there lol. personally she feels less jaded and grumpy than goji does to me so my brain automatically sees her as similar or younger bcuz of my Grumpy Old Man bias.

i’m still workin out my ideas for her but based on how the movie ends i like to think she helps kong with relocating the apes to a better home, and they mostly live in HE. her n kong venture up for surface dates bcuz she gets what she fucking deserves 💙

goji nearly has an aneurysm the first time they come up, since mosu literally takes them for a lil tour of monster island. bro standing there clenching his fist like the arthur meme, he begrudgingly knows she’s right and eventually he gets used to it

i got more ideas cookin for her but this post is already too damn long cuz of my ranting time to stfu

SHIMO BEST GIRL 10/10

#gxk spoilers #kai talks #KAI FKIN YAPS SOMEONE SHUT ME UP #godzilla #mothra #shimo #kong #didnt have time to spellcheck dont @ me

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just-dreaming-marvel · 3 years

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Out Of Time ~ 140

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Word Count: 2,325ish

Summary: The Starks receive unexpected visitors, that come with a plan.

Warning: Possible gif overload. Gifs aren’t mine. I just love Tony and Morgan.

Before the small Stark family knew it, it was October of 2023. And their house had become a wonderful home for them.

Morgan was four and almost the spitting image of her father. She was smart like him too. She loved working with her father in his workshop or playing outside in the tent Tony bought for her.

Y/N had got into gardening, especially because they were kind of far away from any grocery store. Tony was a willing helping hand and was slowly becoming a small farm boy. It bought a few small goats, an alpaca, a couple of chickens, two cats, and was planning on getting a dog for Morgan for Christmas.

Steve and Natasha only visited when Tony was gone or Y/N and Morgan went to them. Tony was still struggling to forgive after everything, and Y/N wasn’t willing to push Tony more than he had willingly done himself.

Y/N was currently in the kitchen, making lunch, while Tony was “being helpful”.

“Are these our gojis?” Tony wondered, looking at the bowl of berries.

“They are not,” Y/N answered as she cut tomatoes.

“What’s wrong with ours?”

“Your alpaca ate them all.”

“Oh.”

“All of them.”

Tony laughed, moving to the other side of Y/N. “What a glowing endorsement. First of all Gerald is our alpaca.”

Y/N scoffed out a small chuckle. “He’s not my alpaca if he’s eating my goji’s.”

“Okay.” He grabbed a handful of berries. “They’re gonna be nice in the salad right there, right?”

“No.” Y/N quickly reach over to stop Tony. “Don’t, don’t, don’t!” Tony looked at her with big doe eyes. “Could you put it down?” She gently pushed his arm away. “And get out of my kitchen.”

“Okay.” He turned towards the stove and crashed into some pots. “Whoops.” Trying to bite back a smile, Y/N looked up at the ceiling. “We’re good here, right?”

“Yeah, we’re great.” She got back to chopping. “Tell Madam Secretary that lunch is in five.”

“I will collect our alpha female, posthaste,” Tony replied, before exiting the house.

Y/N couldn’t help but grin as she focused back on the food. She was so lucky. So very lucky.

~~~

Tony walked down the porch steps, clapping out a beat.

“Chow time!” He called out to his daughter, heading towards her little play area. “Maguna?” He sat on a small chair outside of her tent. “Morgan H. Stark. Want some lunch?”

Morgan appeared from the fort with a suit helmet on and a fake suit glove. She had her gloved hand pointed at her father.

“Define lunch or be disintegrated,” she demanded in her young voice.

“Okay,” he ran his fingers down the helmet to the edge. “You should not be wearing that, okay? That is part of a special anniversary gift I’m making for mom.” He kissed the side of the helmet before removing the helmet from Morgan’s head and brushing the hair from her face.

“Okay.”

“There you go. Are you thinking about lunch? Wand a handful of crickets?”

“No,” she laughed.

“That’s what you want.” Tony held up the helmet. “How did you find this?”

“Garage.”

“Really? Were you looking for it?”

“No. I found it, though.”

“You like going to the garage, huh?” Morgan nodded as Tony lifted her up and set her on his hip. “So does daddy. It’s fine actually. Mom never wears anything I buy her.”

As they made their way to the house, a black car pulled up and parked in the driveway. Steve, Natasha, and Scott Lang stepped out as Y/N came out of the house to see what was holding Tony and Morgan up. They all were looking at Tony, who was avoiding Steve’s gaze and gave a slight nod to Natasha.

“Uncle Steve!” Morgan exclaimed, trying to wiggle out of her father’s arms. “Auntie Nat!”

Tony failed to keep her there, and let her run to welcome the guests. Y/N and Tony shared a look. They knew that, since Scott was with them, this wasn’t just a friendly visit. Y/N walked down the porch, to where Morgan was chatting Steve’s ear off in his arms.

“Hey, Mo,” Y/N called to her daughter. “Why don’t we go inside and make drinks for everyone? Then you can talk your uncle’s ear off.”

“Okay,” she sighed, turning to reach Y/N. Y/N took her from Steve.

“Please don’t ask anything stupid of him,” Y/N whispered to Steve. “He’s—we’re finally happy.”

Steve didn’t bother to answer, which Y/N huffed about before heading into the house with Morgan. Tony, Steve, Nat, and Scott gathered on the porch as Morgan and Y/N made drinks inside. Scott was explaining something when Y/N brought a tray of drinks out to Tony. She wished she could hear what they were talking about, but she needed to stay in with Morgan. Y/N watched from the window as she fed Morgan.

“Now, we know what it sounds like—“ Scott said, finishing his story.

“Tony, after everything you’ve seen, is anything really impossible?” Steve interrupted.

“Quantum fluctuation messes with the Planck Scale, which then triggers the Deutsch Proposition. Can we agree on that?” Tony asked, handing out drinks.

“Thank you.”

“In Layman's terms, it means you're not coming home.”

“I did,” Scott said.

“No, you accidentally survived. It's a billion to one cosmic fluke. And now you wanna pull off a... What do you call it?”

“A time heist?”

“Yeah, a time heist. Of course, why didn't we think of this before? Oh, because it's laughable? Because it's a pipedream?”

“The Stones are in the past. We can go back and get them.”

“We can snap our own fingers,” Natasha stated. “We can bring everyone back.”

“Or screw it up worse than he already has, right?” Tony responded.

“I don’t believe we would,” Steve said.

“Gotta say, sometimes I miss that giddy optimism. However, high hopes won't help if there's no logical, tangible way for me to safely execute said time heist. I believe the most likely outcome would be our collective demise.” Tony sat down.

“Not if we strictly follow the rules of time travel,” Scott replied. “That means no talking to our past selves, no betting on sporting events—“

Tony held a hand out. “I’m gonna stop you right there, Scott. Are you seriously telling me that your plan to save the universe is based on Back To The Future?”

“No.”

“Good. You had me worried there. 'Cause that'd be horse shit. That's not how quantum physics works.”

“Tony…” Natasha called. “We have to take a stand.”

“We did stand. And yet, here we are.”

“I know you got a lot on the line. You got a wife, a daughter. But I lost someone very important to me. A lot of people did,” Scott was pleading.

Y/N could see that Tony was getting overwhelmed and she quickly told her daughter to go and save him.

“And now, now we have a chance to bring her back,” Scott continued. “To bring everyone back. And you're telling me that won't even—“

“That’s right, Scott, I won’t even. I got a kid.”

Morgan ran up to Tony, who quickly set her in his lap. “Mommy told me to come and save you,” she said.

“Good job. I’m saved.” Tony stood up, facing his friends. "I wish you'd come here to ask me something else. Anything else. Honestly, I... I missed you guys, it was... Oh, and table's set for six.”

“Tony, I get it. And I'm happy for you and Y/N, I really am. But this is a second chance.”

“I got my second chance right here, Cap. I can't roll the dice again. If you don't talk shop, you can stay for lunch.” He headed inside.

“Talk to Y/N about it. Think it over.”

“No need. We can’t risk this.”

Tony entered the house, holding Morgan close. He went straight into the kitchen to get washed up for lunch. Y/N watched as their three visitors walked back to Steve’s car. Steve looked back at the house, making eye contact with Y/N through the window.

~~~

Tony was quieter than usual the rest of the day. This worried Y/N, but she couldn’t let it get to her. She needed to take care of Morgan. They made dinner together and Tony and Morgan chatted loudly over dinner. He even offered to do the dishes while Y/N tucked in Morgan.

As Tony finished the last of the dishes, he lost hold of the hose, causing water to spray everywhere. Including the small shelves beside the sink that held a photo of Howard and a photo of Tony and Peter. Seeing the photo of Peter slightly wet, Tony grabbed it to dry it off. Looking down he say Peter’s face. He missed that kid so much. He looked up, with a determination he hadn’t felt in a while.

When Y/N came down from tucking in Morgan, Tony was at a table. He was talking to FRIDAY and playing around with a hologram. She knew very well to leave him alone when he was like this, so she grabbed her book and curled up on the couch.

Tony was still going strong about an hour and a half later:

"Look at a mod inspiration, let me see what check out,” he told FRIDAY. “So, recommend one last sim before we pack it in for the night. This time, in the shape of a mobius strip, inverted, please.”

“Processing,” FRIDAY responded.

“Give me that eigenvalue. That, particle factoring, and a spectral decomp. That will take a second.” He stuffed some food in his mouth.

“Just a moment.”

“And don’t worry if it doesn’t pan out. I’m just kinda—“

“Model rendered.”

Tony fell back into a chair, in complete shock and amazement. “Shit!”

“Shit,” Morgan giggled.

Tony turned around to see Morgan sitting on the stairs behind him, large smile on her face.

“Sshhh,” Tony shushed, finger over his mouth. “What are you doing up, little miss?” He whispered.

“Shit,” she repeated.

“No, we don't say that. Only Mommy says that word. She coined it, it belongs to her.”

“Why you up?”

“'Cause I got some important shit going on here.” Morgan raised a brow at her father, not impressed. “What do you think? No, I got something on my mind. I got something on my mind.”

“Was it Juice Pops?”

“Sure was. That’s extortion.” He stood up and took his daughter’s hand. “Great minds think alike. Juice Pops, exactly was on…” Tony looked back at the model before heading to the kitchen with Morgan, “…my mind.”

~~~

“You done?” Tony asked with a smile on his face. Morgan was lying in her bed, finishing a Juice Pop. “Yeah, now you are.” He took the popsicle stick before wiping Morgans lips with his sleeve and pushing her head onto her pillow. “That face goes there.”

“Tell me a story,” Morgan said.

“A story… Once upon a time, Maguna went to bed. The end.”

“That’s a horrible story,” Morgan giggled.

“Come on, that's your favorite story. I love you tons.” He kissed Morgan on the forehead as he stood up.

“I love you 3000.”

Tony grinned, “wow,” he mouthed, putting the popsicle stick in his mouth. He turned off her lamp and headed to the door. “3000. That’s crazy. Go to bed. Or I’ll see all your toys. Night, night.”

Tony shut the door and heading to the living room. Y/N was still curled up reading.

“Not that it's a competition, but she loves me 3000,” Tony stated as he came up to the side of the couch.

“Oh does she now?” Y/N questioned.

“You were somewhere on the low 6 to 900 range.” Y/N scoffed as Tony chewed on the stick and looked at the fireplace. “What are you reading?”

“Oh, it's just a book on composting,” she responded.

“What's new with composting?”

“Just—“

“I figured it out, by the way.”

Y/N looked up at Tony. “You know, just so we're talking about the same thing—“

“Time travel.”

“What? Wow… I… That’s amazing, and… terrifying.”

“That’s right.” Tony sat down on the other end of the couch.

Y/N reached over and squeezed Tony’s shoulder. “We got really lucky.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“A lot of people didn’t.”

“No, I can't help everybody.”

“It sort a seems like you can.”

“Not if I stop. I can put a pin in it right now, and stop.”

“Tony… getting each other to stop has been one of the few failures of our lives.”

He smiled lightly at her. “I sometimes feel I should put it in a locked box and drop it at the bottom of a lake... go to bed.”

“But would you be able to rest? Cause I sure as hell won’t be able to… I’ll stand by your side no matter you choose.”

“You already know what I’ll choose though, don’t you? Cause you’ve seen in.”

“I haven’t seen it… but I know that last fight isn’t the last.”

“I just… I can’t lose you and Morgan.”

“You won’t.” Y/N grabbed Tony’s hand. “We’re going to do this. Together…” She leaned in and kissed him softly. “Your lips taste like Juice Pops,” she giggled against his lips.

“Is that a bad thing?”

“Not at all.”

She shook her head before kissing him again, this time more heated. Tony pulled her onto his lap.

“What would you say to grabbing some Juice Pops and taking this upstairs?” Y/N panted slightly.

“I wouldn’t be opposed.” He placed on last kiss on Y/N’s lips before standing them both up. “I’ll grab the pops, meet you up stairs.”

“We have to be quiet though. Last time Morgan almost walked in on us.”

“Oh, don’t worry. FRIDAY won’t let that happen again.”

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anthonyed · 4 years

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okay

what if, alpine was introduced by morgan? like she was just out one afternoon feeding gerald stolen goji berries and mom's sandal when the bushes rustle

then gerald like, he stood all protective in front of her and stuff and there's no more movement for a good 3 minutes, and then -

rustle rustle rustle

and a mrow

like tiny, teeny, before teething kittenish meow and morgan is curious, she heads towards the bushes, but gerald wasn't having it right? he's continously intercepting her advance all urgent huffs and sniffless and hooves (does alpaca have hooves??)

another meow and this time morgan just shoves her tiny hand up gerald's nose, "move, gg"

and there behold, he finds the wettest tiny little shaky kitten. Just sad, sad, shivering tiny little lump looking all wide eyes back at her; "mreow?"

and morgan crouches carefully, picks the teeny tiny thing and wraps the hem of her dress around its shaking body and she inhales deep and lets out; "MUMMMMMYYYYY!!!!"

she runs all the way into the kitchen, carefully safeguarding the kitten and trying not to trip while gerald tries to follow but the first clack of his hooves on the pavement and pepper pops out and he stops, circling and huffing and whining while morgan crashes into her mom

they keep it

it's a he and he's something (morgan doesn't wanna name him. she's scared she'll call him something that won't suit him)

they clean him up, takes him to the vet and they come back, get him all settled down when morgan notices that her mom is sniffling, a clump of tissue in her left hand and she's got her head tipped backwards blinking rapidly

"mummy? what's wrong?"

pepper doesn't tell her but eventually morgan finds out that her mum is allergic to cats and dogs and she's torn

cause she loves 'him' but she also loves her mom and she made a promise to her dad once, long long time ago, when he wasn't all blue and untouchable.

she promised she won't make her momma cry again. ever

so when uncle bucky and sam drops by one day, she sits on uncle bucky's lap and presses daisies into his hair (he has long hair and she likes it. not as long as her momma's but her mom doesn't like daisies in her hair unlike uncle bucky) and she tells him about well, 'him'

"Him?"

"Yeah, him. Cause i don wanna mess up his name you see. Charlie's parents named her Apple and she hate's it"

Bucky nods sagely and adjusts her legs over his arm. "Whatcha gonna do?"

She frowns, all tiny mouth and face and she shrugs. Steve lets out an odd sound and Bucky looks up to see a haunted expression on his wrinkled face.

"Whatchu don wanna do?" He asks her instead

"I want him happy," she says, all serious

Bucky can't help but smile as she smacks another flower into his bun. He hands her another handful and she takes them happily.

Steve coughs, "Maybe you can let him for adoption?"

"Adoption," she mouths the word curiously, peering at steve and then back at bucky. "What's a-a-dobtion?"

Bucky sends a glare Steve's way. "Letting other people to take care of him."

"Who?"

"Anyone," Steve answers, "who wants him and is capable of taking care of him."

She twirls a daisy in between her tiny fingers and frowns. She's quiet for a long while before she says, "how would i know they want him?"

"They tell you," steve says.

"How would i know if they're capable?"

"Um, you can - or your mom can ask them and they'll tell you," steve fidgets with his ring while bucky fixed him with a flat stare. You dumb fuck, was the message he's trying to send

"What if they lie?" Morgan Stark asks, big brown eyes curious and demanding and Bucky tried not to shudder while carefully tipping her head towards Steve; ask him, he was the one who started this

And the dumb fuck Steve is, he stumbles through his words and somehow - for fuck sake - ends up saying like this ;

"You trust them"

"Trust?"

"Yes, like Bucky trusts you to not damage his hair with too many daisies"

"Bucky?"

"Yeah...-," and there it was, that fine moment when Steve realised what he'd landed Bucky into and then, the gall of that punk, he ups and leaves, "COMING, SAM!"

While Steve waddles his old arse to the back of the house while Bucky glared laser to set him to burn, big brown eyes turn towards him and tiny, sticky fingers tap over his cheek, "Bucky?"

Basically, that day, Bucky brought home a kitten, fed it, figured out it's best to touch it with his left hand for tiny claws are bitches, put it to sleep in the corner of the living room, woke up to painful pricks to his back and high pitched mews and rolled onto his back so he could become the official bed for his pet kitten; Alpine

#long post #alpine #morgan stark #pepper potts #steve rogers #dumb fuck steeb #inkiniris writes shit #bucky barnes

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purrincesskittens · 7 years

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Miraculous Ladybug: Adventures Of Lupine Alpha and Corvus. Chapter 4

Summery: A new girl has started at Adrien’s school. One whose elder brother is just as rich and famous as his father. Adrien gets to know the girl more as his father works with her brother on a new project and finds she is a lot like him. As Chat Noir he continues to work along side Ladybug to keep Paris safe when a new Miraculous Holder appears along with a new enemy. Just who is Lupine Alpha? As their knowledge changes and expands more and more information about the Miraculouses comes to light. As do more miraculous holders.

(Note: I do allow reblogging of this on tumblr alone )

Chat Noir was seriously beginning to worry he had one minute left and was about to transform back any second and he was still tied up, literally, with Ladybug and Lupine Alpha. He was shaking, trembling by that point so nervous and scared about his identity being reveled. This was not how he had wanted things to go when he reveled who he was to Ladybug nor did he expect to have company when it happened no matter how nice and awesome she seemed he still didn’t know Lupine all that well.

“Quick everyone close your eyes. It’s too dark in here to see without the benefit of our miraculous powers so if our eyes are closed when we transform back we won’t see each other from the flash of light and afterwards we can open our eyes since we won’t be able to see anything.” Lupine orders her voice holding a hollow sound to it out of desperation she still had four minutes left herself, make that three as her miraculous beeped again, but she didn’t seem eager to revel herself to them either.

“Good idea.” Ladybug murmurs giving a sigh of relief squeezing her eyes shut. Lupine closed her own eyes just in time too. Adrien gave a sigh of relief as he de-transformed. He was still tied up but at least his secret identity was safe. Plagg gave a low grumble noise and a moan. “I’m so hungry!I may perish if I don’t have any Camembert right away!” Plagg moans pathetically.

A beep from Ladybug’s miraculous signaled the end of her own transformation. Adrien’s eyes were still shut tight not wanting to betray his ladies trust in him by peeking to catch a glimpse of who she was. “Don’t worry milady my eyes were shut the entire time.” He says to reassure her. He heard a relieved sigh come from her. “Thank you kitty."She says earnestly which made him happy just to hear that.

"I need cheese!” Plagg cries interrupting the moment. “Check my pockets I’m currently a bit tied up here so you’ll have to do it yourself.” Adrien says making sure he kept the tone of his voice the same as when he was Chat Noir just encase one of the girls might recognize him by his voice alone. “Still as demanding as always I see.” A tiny voice piped up from beside Ladybug.

“Tiki be nice to Chat’s kwami.” Marinette says trying to make their kwami’s play nice since they were going to need them once they refueled. “Your kwami’s name is Tiki?” Adrien asks curiously as another beep sounded in the darkness from Lupine’s miraculous giving her two minutes. “Yeah she’s really sweet too. ” Marinette says unable to help but smile thinking of her sweet little kwami who seemed so different from Chat’s.

“Mine’s name is Plagg excuse his manners he gets this way when hungry.” Adrien all but purrs feeling a slight jolt from Lupine but she didn’t say anything so he brushed it off as unimportant. “Tiki I have a few macaroons in my bag for you so you can refuel.” Marinette tells her kwami listening to the sounds of Chat’s kwami riffling through his pockets in the dark.

“Gahh I’m not finding any cheese!” Plagg screams diving out of Adrien’s pockets to hover in front of him even though his eyes were still closed. Plagg could see in the dark fine unlike Tiki who had trouble finding her way into Marinette’s bag to get to the food. “I must be out sorry Plagg. You must have eaten it all and I didn’t have time to restock before transforming.” Adrien apologizes.

A final beep from Lupine’s miraculous signaled that she was at the end of her transformation as well. “Gahh what am I supposed to do with out any Camembert?” The little black cat kwami cries mournfully. Adrien and Marinette felt the wave of magic that signaled Lupine had de-transformed herself now. “Your kwami is noisier then mine and that’s saying something.” Lupine comments with a laugh followed by a yelp. “Hey Accalia stop with the biting!” Lupine growls in the darkness

Adrien frowned opening his eyes now that all of them were de-transformed he couldn’t see a thing as expected. The name Accalia rang a bell in his head for some reason that he couldn’t pin point so he brushed it off to figure out later focusing at the situation on hand. “Your kwami bites you?” Marinette asks curiously she was so used to her sweet little Tiki that she couldn’t understand how Lupine and Chat could have such opposite personality kwamis who were rude and attacked their own miraculous holders.

“All the time the brat.” Lupine mutters darkly giving another yelp as her kwami bite her again. “I need food!” Plagg cries drawing Marinettes gaze towards the sound all she could make out in the darkness though was a pair of small green eyes. “I think I have some cheese bread in my bag from this morning if you would like some. Tiki eats sweets so I usually carry cookies on me but I ate some of a fresh loaf of cheese bread for breakfast and stored the rest away for later. ” Marinette offers kindly giving a giggle as she felt Plagg dive into her bag alongside Tiki to get at the cheese bread with a loud cry of joy.

“Your kwami’s are strange.” Lupine pipes up turning her head to look toward her companions even though she couldn’t see them. “Chat’s eats cheese especially Camembert and Ladybug’s eats sweets especially cookies while mine eats fruits especially Goji, wolfberries.” She says supplying the English name for Accalia’s favorite food. “They all eat different things and I imagine they look different too. Can’t tell in the dark though.”

“Plagg looks like a tiny black cat basically.” Adrien supplies helpfully. “Tiki is I guess kind of like a ladybug she’s kind of bug like and she’s red with black spots so…” Marinette explains describing her kwami who was currently feasting on a macaroon in her bag alongside a ravenous Plagg who was devouring the last of the cheese bread.

“Accalia is a wolf. A tiny little russet colored wolf with thick fluffy fur on her chest and a fluffy tail.” Lupine explains as Accalia floated back up to perch on top of her head munching on a berry she had pulled out of the bag. Marinette tilted her head trying to see the other girl’s kwami but only catching a glimpse of shining gold eyes in the dark.

A burp sounded from Marinette’s side and Plagg reappeared. “Ahh that was good thanks princess for the meal.” He says flying up to nuzzle her cheek in thanks making the girl laugh happily. “I’m pleased to be of assistance Chat’s kwami.” The girl giggles making Adrien jealous that his kwami was being all friendly to Ladybug while he was still tied up.

A small voice that sounded out of the darkness gave both him and Marinette a start. Something with gold eyes floated in front of him suddenly when he blinked. “If we have all eaten enough now I think it’s time we get our chosen ones free of this bind.” Adrien stared at the gold eyes trying to figure out what it was when he suddenly realized where he had seen those eyes before.

Those same eyes or rather that same shade of gold had meet his green ones in jest earlier but only larger and had belonged to the other female of their party when transformed. “You’re Lupine Alpha’s kwami Accalia aren’t you?” Marinette asks voicing the exact same thing that was floating through his head at the moment.

“You read my mind bugaboo.” Adrien purrs getting a huff and a elbow to the ribs in return making him laugh. Ladybug was still the same as always even when she wasn’t transformed. “Yes I am. Now Plagg if you are through being disgusting we have work to do. Use your sharp teeth to bite through the ropes. Tikki while me and Plagg work on gnawing through the ropes you work on trying to untie them the best you can in the dark.”

Accalia orders taking charge as was her nature to do so. Plagg groaned muttering about being treated like a mangy dog but got cut off with a yelp presumably when the floating gold eyes got close to his green and probably bite him as she seemed prone to doing. It took a while but eventually they were free of their bonds and able to stand again.

All three groaned and stretched out their cramped limbs. “Ahh that’s much better thankyou Acallia. You too Plagg, Tiki.” Marinette cheers gratefully to the kwamis reaching for the closest one to give a little pet in thanks. Adrien did the same or rather he reached for his own kwami to take him back so he could transform again.

A sudden loud rumbling noise overhead had then all looking up. They couldn’t see anything in the darkness of course but it didn’t stop them from trying. “What the…?” Marinette didn’t get the chance to finish her sentence as she was knocked out of the way when bits of dust and dirt began to shower down on them. Her hand closed around the first kwami closest to her which she had been about to pet when the rumbling started.

She fell and rolled across the floor as far away from the sudden thunderous crashing sound that filled the catacombs and away from the dust and dirt that seemd to spill out from where they had been standing a moment ago. Adrien was confused about the sound just as much as Marinette but just like her he didn’t get much time to figure out what it was as he too was shoved away from where they had been standing grabbing onto his kwami as he fell backwards clutching them to his chest tightly as he scrambled backwards as far from the sound as he could.

Lupine didn’t hesitate shoving her companions to either side as hard as she could and snagging a kwami from the air from the approximate area she had last heard the three talking hoping the other two were okay. She had explored enough abandoned creepy places to know the sound of a cave in or a collapse when she heard one.

She flung herself as far back as she could coughing from all the dust that poured in where they had been standing. After a few minutes when the dust settled enough for her to breath again without coughing she climbed to her feet still clutching the kwami she held. “Everyone okay?” She calls out despretly unsure if she had gotten her comrades away fast enough in time and far enough to not have been hurt in the cave in.

“Yeah I’m fine.” Adrien calls out from the other side of what he could now see was a pile of rocks and dirt sitting where they had been standing a moment ago. He yelped when he felt the kwami he still clutched to his chest twist in his grip and bite him hard on the hand fastening tiny jaws around a finger.

Marinette waved the dust away from her face as she slowly got to her feet. “I’m okay too I think.” She calls out eyeing the humongous pile of debris separating her from her partners. The kwami she held in her hand moved which was then she realized something. They were furry. The kwami she held was soft and fuzzy and covered in fur where Tiki was not.

J.J. sighed in relief knowing that she had manged to save her new friends and partners in time before the tunnel collapsed on them. She allowed herself to relax taking in deep calming breathes running her fingers over the kwami she held to calm herself further just as she always did with Accalia when something happened that upset her anxiety. She paused realizing something. The kwami she held hadn’t bite her yet like Accalia always did and two they were smooth and not covered in fur at all.

All three miraculous holders fished in their pockets and pulled out their cell phones which were miraculously intact and unscathed from all that activity and roughhousing. They all hit the button to turn it on lighting up the screen so they could now see in the dark somewhat before turning it to shine it down on the kwami they held.

Staring down all three gave a shriek as they all stared at the wrong kwami. Adrien grimaced and tried desperately to pry the small wolf kwami off his hand shaking it to try and make Accalia let go. Marinette was freaking out inside her head as she held the tiny black cat kwami in her open palm. Plagg stared up at her with green eyes seemingly unperturbed by all this. J.J. gave a small whimper noise in the back of her throat as she locked eyes with the tiny red bug kwami she held. Tiki looked up at J.J. with a serious expression on her face. “We are so dead.” Was all J.J. manged to get out finally after a long pause a sentiment that was held by all three.

#miraculous: tales of ladybug & cat noir #new miraculous holder #plagg #tikki #chat noir #ladybug #marinette cheng #adrien agreste #oc #kwami swap #wolf kwami

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samoililja · 7 years

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Tagged by @my-secret-sketchpad, thanks again my friend! ^u^

Rules: Tag ten people you would like to get to know better.

What’s your current job? Student

What are you talented at? Ehrm... I’ve been sitting here for a minute and I need another. Drawing.. Writing poems, essays and little stories. Thinking. Extravagant hand movements in daily activities. Remaining cryptic & mystical for long periods of time (not necessarily a positive trait), creating nearly unsolvable puzzles. Putting curious worlds into existence and things into peculiar order. I’m also good at petting dogs and cats. i also do random storytelling musicals spontanously

What’s your aesthetic? Japanese or generally oriental painting (Japanese is the one I’m most familiar with), any sort of trees (cherry, birch, pine tree, cactus), bright orange warm sunrises, plants allover the world, shadows of trees, different colours and shapes of light, brushes pens pencils art supplies in general, light columns on water, flaming birds, dragon caskets, Victorian clothing, objects and architecture, ornamental fans, porcelain, moss on stone, mirrors, paintings, fairy tail illustrations from old children's books, Alice in Wonderland sort of fantasy, Indian elephants painted brightly, beautiful animals, old stonebarns (??), Scottish castles and cottages, plants taking over human structures, old or otherwise interesting handwriting, books, libraries, paint, spirals, feathers, birds, antique objects, glass and metal angel sculptures, instruments and notes

Do you collect anything? As I child I collected Victorian porcelain dolls and tiny animal figures. I have a collection of LP’s I got from my mother (so cool, too bad the gramophone is in the storage) as well as pretty faerie&flower stickers. I had a collection of the labels on tea bags around the world, like a Goji Berry Tea I had in Iceland while at the edge of the Mid-Atlantic Ridge. Nowadays I collect books on oriental wisdoms and the consciousness or from the Victorian era. Or whatever might interest me.

What’s a topic you always talk about? Is there such a topic? Lemme think... I don’t talk. If I do it’s about their interests, not necessarily mine.

Good advice to give? None lol. Well yeah I do, but I’m going to write a novel or a philosophical study if I go down that road. Do exactly what pleases you ig. be true to who you are, respect all forms of life, dare to have hope and fight for equality, humanity and even those who are far from you, never say “it doesn’t matter” when it does matter. Deprive no one of hope. Never mock or despise people for trying. Question everything. Think, speak, wonder, draw, do things you never thought you’d do. Forget who you expect yourself to be and be who you are.

Three songs you would recommend:

Wax Tailor - A Woman’s Voice

刺猬 - 乐队 | Hedgehog - The Band (Chinese Indie Rock)

Steam Powered Giraffe - Malfunction

I’m tagging @sienipeikko, @soturitoukka, @kotochi, @calibratedcatnip & @dexlightworker if any of you have the energy or feel inspired to do this (shorter answers are also possible, you don’t have to do what I do lol)

#i was tagged #thank you sketchie!!#though it turned out kinda long didn't it #especially when i write so scarcely nowadays

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