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ravenluckarts · 2 years
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Miraculous doodles because I’m suffering intense brainrot about this show right now especially from the two fanworks included here! Bakery “Enemies” AU by @buggachat and odnlb by @wackus-bonkus-maximus, both are really well written and have me at the edge of my seat for respective updates at the moment!!
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erisluna35 · 1 year
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So I’m taking a break from coloring that blue jerk Argos... By drawing Argos getting teased by Cat Walker and Mellona. He rues the day they figured out he has a crush on Kagami. He can’t decide what’s worse, the roasting or the cheesy love advice.
Mellona/Queen Bee’s outfit is inspired by THIS by @sizzleissues
Inspired by ODNLB by @wackus-bonkus-maximus
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trishacollins · 6 months
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Memento Mori
It was possible, Marinette reflected, to live with only half of her soul.
Brutal, sure, devastating. But possible.
She could live. She could get up. She could still get up without his hand to help her to her feet.
She was staggering, stumbling steps that led her forward.
(To a world without him, a world where there was no Chat Noir waiting for her, no laughing cat to lift her spirits. Alone echoed in her soul.)
She didn't know what Gabriel Agreste hoped to gain from the memorial. But she both hated him for it and appreciated it.
There was no grave for her kitty, no body to mourn, no place but the spot where he died to be close to him.
Adrien looked haggard, with dark circles under his eyes and hands shaking slightly.
She landed next to him, and his eyes flickered in her direction before his body turned to her. "Ladybug."
She inclined her head slightly, not willing to risk her voice with speaking. She was going to cry today; nothing would stop it. The grief that had been festering inside her would have a public outlet.
She didn't want to be here. She couldn't stay away, couldn't refuse to honor her partner. She had wanted to be able to experience the statue privately, but grand gestures demanded an audience. The press was all around her.
"The charm." He said slowly, as though he was struggling with the words.
The wristband. Black and green braided ribbon, a bell, a pawprint. "Marinette." She cleared the lump in her throat. "Marinette made them for her class. She-" her voice died, eyes burning.
"I'm sorry." Adrien looked miserable. "Ladybug- I." He twisted the ring on his finger back and forth.
The skin was red around it. It was clearly not the first time.
She felt the hollowness of the smile she offered him and saw the emptiness in the answering smile.
"Ladybug." Mr. Agreste stepped closer, and she watched him, wary. "We are sympathetic towards your loss; all of Paris mourns with you. I hope that this memorial-" He reached for her hand, and she pulled it away.
She didn't want to be touched. Not right now. Not today.
Mr. Agreste dropped the hand, exhaling and glancing at his son.
Adrien refused to look at him, eyes fixed on her feet.
"I hope this memorial eases your pain." Mr. Agreste said.
She jerked her head in a small nod. She was still bleeding; the wound was sluggish. But still it bled.
She hated him for making her do this. She shouldn't hate him. He was the reason the memorial was here.
But she hated him.
She turned away from both of them, shoulders hunched inwards. Félix was leaning against the stage, a bit away from them, his eyes like Adrien's- and yet nothing like them. Félix's gaze was accessing everything and everyone around him, and they only belatedly landed on her.
Her fists twisted at her sides, the sharpness of her breath searing through her lungs.
She wondered how many hits it would take to destroy his smugness. Her anger was more accessible than her grief, feet carrying her to stand above him.
"You shouldn't be here." She hissed. "This never would have happened without you. This is *your* fault."
Félix studied her, lips pursing slightly. "This was not my play."
"You still caused it." She spat. "You as good as killed him yourself."
There was a shift of weight behind her, a foot scuff, an indrawn breath. 
And her stupid heart stuttered, her mind playing the cruelest trick. Ladybug and Chat Noir knew each other- a sixth sense. 
She was sure he was a step behind her for just a moment, backing her up.
But it was Adrien. Adrien looked so concerned when her face crumpled, her knees shook, and the sob tore through her. She clapped a hand to her mouth to muffle the sound but knew Adrien and Félix heard the pained noise.
Something passed between them too quickly for her to follow.
"I can't." She whispered when Adrien started to reach for her. Her yoyo caught above them, and she lifted from the stage and out of sight. 
~*~
Félix had not been consulted about Adrien's outro as Chat Noir - if he had, he probably would have objected strenuously to it.
It was an impulsive decision on the part of Gabriel. Impulsive and wrong, honestly. Now, they had made an enemy of Ladybug.
They could have used Chat Noir to get the earrings.
They could have used Chat Noir to find out who she was. As often as the pair had switched Miraculous, it would have been easy to have Adrien walk away with both of them, make the wish, and put everything back to rights.
But Gabriel had done this - to punish Adrien, maybe. To establish his claim on his son once and for all. Felix didn't know what the man had been thinking, and Gabriel hadn't been able to give him an answer.
Not that Gabriel had even told him what was happening; Felix had just gotten the delightful experience of waking up to a flood of suicidal ideation swamping his mind and a grieving Adrien screaming in the middle of it all.
A part of Adrien hadn't stopped screaming since, even though he outwardly seemed fine. He still wasn't sure if Adrien would bother to wake up one day, willing himself to stop breathing.
Like an animal gnawing off its leg to get out of a trap.
Gabriel's choice had ripped through Adrien like a wrecking ball. Adrien's grief roiled through his mind; he was sure he could hear it even without the Peacock currently under his jacket.
Watching him interact with Ladybug - feeling him interacting, the pulse radiating from them - he wanted to curse.
He had thought Adrien had been bad before.
Adrien was never going to be able to forgive this, and Gabriel was a fool if he thought it would ever be possible for Adrien to let this go.
Ladybug saw him, and he tensed as the hero stalked to him.
Her blame was expected - perhaps even deserved - Adrien's guilt was also expected.
The way he dropped into her shadow was as if he belonged there, and her stance shifted to accept him there until she realized she had done it. It was unexpected.
Adrien's defeat as she swept away from them, the way his body hitched forward, the half step, the slight crouch- as though he had been about to follow her.
He was not transformed; he wouldn't even be wearing the ring if Plagg hadn't threatened to Cataclysm it if Gabriel tried to remove it from Adrien. Whatever instincts the Miraculous gave him should be at their lowest.
Gabriel had put them in a situation. One he doubted his uncle had a clue about the depth of.
His eyes found his uncle across the stage, but Gabriel only had eyes for the line of Adrien's shoulders. 
"Adrien."
Adrien's head dropped, shoulders slumping as he curled into himself. "Not now, Felix."
The most alive he had been in the past few months, and now the poisoned grief was back.
Damn.
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His father was standing close behind him, almost invasive. But Adrien had eyes only for Ladybug's form curled up on the rooftop.
It had been the closest he had been to her since...since.
Tears burned at his eyes, and he blinked them away, refusing to look at his father as he turned around.
He didn't want the stupid statue. Whatever his father thought the statue would do, all that it had done was make him angry.
It was a statue to a lie. He wasn't dead.
Dead would be finished, done.
This wasn't alive; he was still breathing, but his life had ended.
"Adrien." His father touched his shoulder.
He pulled away, walking to the edge of the stage.
"It's not even a good statue," Felix muttered.
He snorted because it was better than sobbing. "I hate you."
"Less than anyone else right now." Felix was right, but. Telling him that.
He didn't want....he didn't.
"I don't want to be here." He whispered.
"Ten more minutes?" Felix offered.
His eyes found Ladybug, locking onto her, his entire existence centered on her. She had been so close. The closest he had been in months.
He was hurting her. He was still hurting her, even though he was gone. 
The presentation continued without them, and he never took his eyes away from Ladybug.
His Lady.
'I'm sorry. I'm sorry.'
'She can't hear you.' Felix's voice was quiet in his head.
The ceremony was solemn; nobody applauded when the cover was removed from the statue.
Adrien didn't look at it. He just kept his eyes on Ladybug and watched her watch. His heart reached for her. 
Because his hands no longer could.
For @wackus-bonkus-maximus who is kindly allowing me to play in her sandbox while I work out my brain block for my own.
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anna-scribbles · 2 years
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my mind has not known peace since I read this line from chapter 11 of one does not love breathing by @wackus-bonkus-maximus
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So I got distracted while re-reading One Does Not Love Breathing by @wackus-bonkus-maximus (seriously go read it if you haven’t yet, it’s fantastic <3) and I got itching to draw this scene from chapter 5 sdfghjhgfdshg I sWEAR it breaks my heart
but anyways...
go read it go read it go read it-
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maridotnet · 1 year
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hoohoo heehee! they’re hot and crazy!
beautiful original design for lila by @mila-beedoodling​ and colors from @erisluna35​‘s STUNNING rendition. if you haven't read one does not love breathing by @wackus-bonkus-maximus, I hear Fridays are a great day to jump on the bandwagon! chat noir is dead, ladybug has murderous intentions, and adrien agreste has been keeping his distance for the last six years...
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wackus-bonkus-maximus · 11 months
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Wackus I don’t suppose you have any feligami fics on the burner bc I am starved feligami trash and it is partially mostly all ur fault I am rewatching the last scene of pretension over and over again. They’re too adorable I can’t. Kagami’s little sigh of happiness when they hold hands 🥺
helloo fellow feligami loving anon!! i happen to have both a few works ft. feligami as well as some feligami works cooking. the ones I highlighted here are feligami centric/ have feligami in them:
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and these are my already published fics that have feligami in them:
one does not love breathing
matter of luck
en prise
strictly professional
also here are some feligami fic recs that i endorse from the bottom of my heart:
the prince and the baker by @sizzleissues
to assess the equation of you by @marinetteplztakeabreak
unforced error by @teafig
i hope you enjoy!!
anyways if there's anyone else who finds a good feligami fic pls send! we are dying in the feligami desert.
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redundant-lava · 1 year
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i had some time to kill in paris today while i was waiting on my train so i made more snap art for some of my fav fanfics
1. Place des Vosges in Citrus and Lavender by @heartfulselkie
2. Place de la Bastille in What Makes a Monster by @wackus-bonkus-maximus
3. Gare du Nord in As Time Goes By (by me lol)
original odnlb snap art here
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mila-beedoodling · 1 year
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🦊 I'm a bitch, I'm a boss. I'm a bitch and a boss, I'ma shine like gloss🦊
@wackus-bonkus-maximus' one does not love breathing still has me in a chokehold and I couldn't resist anymore. This is how I picture Lila taking all the attention that she craves at the Djwifi wedding 💕
Kofi<3
Okay, so I'm very proud of this one, it took me about two months to make due to time management, the fact that I still don't have my new glasses and choosing how to draw the background (Wackus had a whole list of possible wedding venues and I ran with the one on her fic)
I basically drew one of the pictures that I found on their page and took a lot of inspiration on Steven Universe's art for the style since I think I'm awful at backgrounds and I still don't know how to make ones that make me actually happy
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As for Lila I took full inspiration on this model and the outfit they were modeling (including the pose because it shows off the outfit incredibly) only added some details like the miraculous and the golden buttons and clips. She's so happy about interrupting the wedding just to kill LB. In universe I want to believe that this is Marinette's design just to make her mad
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Anyways you all know one does not love breathing has been toying with my sanity for most of the year AND I'M IN LOVE WITH THAT PIECE OF FANWORK
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aidanchaser · 9 months
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“Why does this stay on when you’re transformed?” she asked, the ring still shining between her thumb and forefinger.  Her voice was a pounding in his ears, mixing with his roaring pulse. “What?” “Your ring,” Kagami said matter-of-factly. “Why do you keep it the same on both sides of the mask?” He pulled back, shaken, and knew she could see it. There was no partial truth he could give her this time, not even a hint. He’d have to explain how his magic couldn’t cancel itself out, how the transformation wouldn’t work if it did, and then she would know. She could never know. “Maybe I like it that way,” Félix replied, and pressed the doors-open button for escape.
I wanted to do a piece in honor of the scene that made me fall madly in love with Felix/Kagami because before this moment I was rather blasé about it. Now I am feral.
It isn't my fault that the scene that turned me feral was focused entirely on hands interlocking with hands so fuck me backwards I don't want to know how many times I drew and redrew some of these panels but i did enjoy getting to break out my water colors; i haven't painted in a while
thank you @wackus-bonkus-maximus for writing one does not love breathing and changing me irrevocably
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lesbitorte · 2 years
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Yep, this is Marinette in odnlb by @wackus-bonkus-maximus
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@wackus-bonkus-maximus decisions decisions
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erisluna35 · 1 year
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I PRESENT YOU THE MOST PUNCHABLE FACE IN ALL OF PARIS! 100% LADYBUG RECOMMENDED!
Finally finished coloring my rough sketch of Argos! This is how I picture him in ODNLB by @wackus-bonkus-maximus. Seriously, guys. Go read that fic, it’s complete now.
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trishacollins · 6 months
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Birthday ODNLB
GiftFic for Anarchist Gang Server
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He watched the clock click over into midnight, arms wrapped around his knees.
He was sitting against the windows, head pillowed against the glass.
So close to freedom, so far, far away. How many times had he darted through these same windows without a thought for what it would be like to have them closed against him? How wild and reckless had he been, wasting the finite time he had with his friends – with her – and now. Now, he was alone again.
“Happy birthday, kid,” Plagg said softly, tucked against his shoulder.
Midnight.
He was officially eighteen. The gateway to adulthood.
Nothing would change.
He would still be under his father’s thumb; he would still perform on cue. A good little trophy, a perfect, obedient son.
His phone chimed with a message. Nino. Wishing him a happy birthday. Last year, his phone had been going off nonstop for the first hour.
But he had burned those bridges now to protect the people he loved.
“Thanks, Plagg.” He whispered, clearing the notification on his phone.
It was better for all of them if he wasn’t involved. If they stayed as far away from him as possible.
‘You’re thinking loudly.’ Felix’s complaint was soft in the corner of his mind.
‘Sorry for interrupting your sleep.’ He returned, phone pressed lightly against his knee.
Felix’s sigh was felt, not heard. An impression of air leaving his lungs. ‘Are you going to be maudlin the entire day?’
Adrien felt like his silence was sufficiently pointed.
‘The party will be fine, and then you can go back to hiding away from everyone.’ Felix’s faint amusement leaked between them. ‘I am sure you will only need to dance with Lila once.’
‘Is Kagami going?’
Embarrassment over the link was an interesting sensation, as though Felix’s presence in the other half of his mind heated up.
‘She has been invited, as have many others. Chloe assured me she would be.’ Felix replied stiffly.
‘Right. No wonder you are looking forward to it.’
He massaged his forehead, eyes closed as he thought about it – the party was his father’s. Every part of it planned, every part of it a presentation.
With Adrien at the center as a guest of honor.
Just another part of his life sentence.
There was a soft thump on the other side of the window, and he jerked on reflex, looking up.
Ladybug was standing there, studying him. She looked – different than he remembered. Carved from stone that looked to weary and bleak until she smiled at him, tentative and quiet.
He opened the window – it was stupid choice, but he opened the window for her and she stepped inside and a part of him wanted to scream a warning at her, to beg her to go, while the rest of him was turning towards her like a plant starved of sunlight. “Ladybug?” He whispered.
Her smile was smaller than he remembered it, the mischief gone, but she still smiled at him. “It’s your birthday.” She said, quiet, intense.
“Just now.” He waved his watch.
“Happy birthday, Adrien.” She pulled a small package from behind her back, offering it to him.
He took the wrapped package carefully, heart in his throat.
If Lila knew – if his father knew – if anyone knew she was here.
But he couldn’t send her away.
He couldn’t make himself send her away.
“Thank you.” He whispered, caressing the paper with hungry fingers. It probably smelled like her. It was still warm from the yoyo.
His eyes burned with tears, but he didn’t want to cry with his lady right there. There were words crowded behind his teeth, begging to be said, explanations she deserved.
“Open it.” She prompted.
He found a corner of the paper and tenderly unwrapped it, careful not to tear the wrapping. Her cheeks went faintly pink, but she didn’t move from the window.
Inside was a soft, hand-knitted sweater in a deep blue. A smaller package held macaroons.
“Passion Fruit. My favorite. Are these Tom and Sabine’s?” He asked.
Fuck. He wanted to throw himself at her feet and beg for forgiveness.
Her smile was quiet. “Only the best in Paris.”
“Thank you.” He put as much earnestness into his voice as he could manage. "Do you want one?" He opened the box of the forbidden treat, holding one out to her.
Her lips twitched, a faint hint of something warm and familiar settling over her face as she took it. He picked up another and gently bumped it against her cookie before taking a bite, letting it linger in his mouth, savoring it. "They're as good as I remember.
"It's been a while for you?" She takes a small, careful bite. No crumbs fall - not that anything would really ruin her costume. They're practically indestructible. But she's neat and careful. There is no careless joy to her movements, no argument that ends in messes.
He nods but says nothing. They finish the cookies in silence. His yearning for her only puts her in danger. It would be better to say nothing, to close this door too. But he can't.
“I hate my birthday.”
“Why?” She blinked, sinking down to the window. Their feet touch. It's a ridiculous thing to notice.
He had seen her like this a thousand nights before, and yet he had never seen her like this at all.
“It’s always a big production my father puts on. It’s never….it’s not….” He swallowed back the lump in his throat. “It makes me wish for things that can never be.” His mouth still tastes like passion fruit and sweet, crumbly cookies.
Ladybug nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. He longed to touch her but knew he couldn’t, or he would break in ways that could never be repaired. “I remember Hawkmoth made an Akuma out of one of your friends.”
“Nino.” He closed his eyes, a breath leaving him.
Doors were closing and being closed all around him. At the end of it, he would be nothing. All he would ever be allowed to be was a perfect doll that followed orders.
He hated that most of all.
Hated the leash that held him back. “He’s away. For an internship.”
“International?”
“Mhm.” He stroked the soft yarn of her gift and knew he would probably never be able to wear it out of the confines of his bedroom.
But she had given it to him, this soft, hand-knitted sweater.
He wished he could smell it to determine if it did smell like her.
“So it’s just going to be you and…”
“And the whole of Paris. The valuable ones.” His voice was bitter, and he lifted his eyes to her as well. “This means more to me than you’ll ever know.”
“I know what it’s like to be alone.” She said softly, after a moment of studying him. “Even with so many people around, the ones you truly want to be there are gone.”
It felt like a knife in his soul, and he held her gaze for only a moment before dropping away.
“I’m sorry.” She cleared her throat. “Happy birthday, Adrien.”
“Thank you, Ladybug.” He whispered.
She touched the back of his hand, and stood.
He wanted nothing more in the world than to follow her out the window. But he can’t.
Chat Noir is dead.
His father made sure of it.
And Ladybug – unknowing, kind, perfect – is his enemy now.
“I hope you have a little bit of fun.” She offered quietly, and was gone.
“That could have gone worse,” Plagg muttered from his shirt. “Kid?”
He finally gave into temptation and brought the sweater to his face, inhaling deeply of the scent. Floral and spice, warm.
His lady.
‘Someone gag me.’ Felix muttered in his head.
@wackus-bonkus-maximus
@paracosmicat
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feather-of-argos · 1 year
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Felix, storming into work and huffing to Adrien: Bird watching is so perverted. You blow a little noisemaker that shouts "Wanna fuck?! Wanna fuck?!" And then when a bird shows up wanting to fuck their like "Aha, I see you through my binoculars!" Sick behaviour. Twisted behaviour.
Kagami, shoving a bird caller and a pair of binoculars into her desk drawer: His just mad that I made him feel like one of those guys who falls for those hot singles in your area ads
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zenniaphoenix · 2 years
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2022 is the year of enemies AUs
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