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{Age: 20} Imagine finding the apartment you share with Marinette's door wide opened, the lock obviously broken off. Inside the area is completely wrecked, furniture turned over, photographs in broken frames, and a knife missing from the kitchen. Finally going into the bedroom to find sprawled on the ground is Marinette, her eyes still open with horror, blood covering her lower lip and spilled out underneath her corpse.

Walking up those stairs had a different feel to them today. The path to his apartment seemed darker. Perhaps it was simply the twilight, or something worse. He felt eyes on him. A deep breath as he pulled his key to open the door. Yet, no lock. The lock sat at his feet, his heart rate went up as he opened the door. Then entire house had been torn apart. Books, fabric and furniture littered the floor. “Marinette?!” She didn’t have a car she walked everywhere. Maybe he was the first one home. No, there was a bloody knife sticking out of the sofa. His world was crashing down all around him. He stepped on broken glass, he didn’t care to step over anything in his path. The bedroom door was open, and he saw her leg. turning into the room he saw more. He saw her body. He once beautiful body left to rot. The blood soaking into the carpet and her clothes. “MARINETTE!!” He cried out as he dropped into the blood pool. He held her close. Making more of what little blood had stayed within her drip onto him. Her hair was down, it felt so... so soft. His fingers brushed past her earrings. Her precious Miraculous couldn’t save her this time. Though he wished it could have done more. He laid her down, back into her own blood before removing her red gems. A deep breath and he forced them through his ears, whimpering as he did so. Plagg and Tikki appeared at his side to view her corpse.

“Adrien, shouldn’t we call the police?” Tikki suggested, though he only held her hand and  cried. Plagg sat on his shoulder, refusing to make eye contact with Tikki. It was wrong, it was sick. And now god like power was in the hands of a grieving widower. Adrien licked his lips and nodded. reaching for his cell phone, it was all he could do. His fingers reluctantly dialed the 112 number and the conversation went on until the ambulance and police arrived. They took her body, they sent him away after getting his testimony. He still had her blood on his shirt, only a little from the stab wound.

“M’lady...” Adrien wept

“She’s gone Adrien and there is nothing you can do to change that.” Plagg huffed.

“No, there is something I can do. I can find who ever killed her. I can’t bring her back. But I can end the life of who ever ended hers. She should be with me right now!” He hissed. “Transform en moi!”

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What was he supposed to say. ‘I never wanted to leave you? I still love you? Adrien has been filling a void that was left by my stupid mistake?’ Felix took the invitation from her. His eyes watering. He blinked back the showing of feeling, cleared his throat. “Right..” he exhaled. His chest felt tight. “I… um.” He was at a loss for words. "I'll bring Adrien, I'm sure we have tbe day free." He wanted an out. A simple escape from the awkward situation he was placed in, he knew he couldn't have something like that so easily but it would be nice. Felix ran his free hand through his hair. Words, words. He was good with them, so why couldn't he find the right ones to say?

Three years later...(closed)

#duolovelybugs #three years later

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He smiled. “I appreciate it. Normally, I leave without a scratch, I was unlucky tonight.” he took a deep breath. “I’ll hold you to that, Marinette. You’ve been warned, a bleeding cat may come crashing in your room again.” He found himself laughing though the movement made the wound start to reopen. He hissed and leaned his body back. A sigh.

“Actually, it means a lot.” The smile returned, a tad weaker. He knew better than to try and leave. He needed more time to heal, then he could make it home without much trouble. He looked around the room, met with a glowing screen. Video games? His weak smile grew. "Well. It looks like I'm stuck here until this..." he gestured to the bloody gauze. "...heals up. Are you okay with that?" His stomach growled, quite loudly. Model diet and staying up late don't go well together. He would be fine, but definately exhausted sooner than later.

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Ladybug: “step back, i got this.”

fancy dinner gets ruined by akuma and Adrien can’t abscond and transform since all eye’s on him then ladybug arrives to save the day or just an excuse to draw ladybug protecting Adrien while being badass. 

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His head bowed, claws digging into the hardwood floors. He carefully took the pills from her hand. Nuroflex (French ibuprofen), high dosage. He hated taking pills dry, but to subside the pain he couldn’t care less. Under his tongue and down the hatch they went. The Anti-inflamatory would take act and slow the pain with in an hour or so. He smirked at her comment. “Not that deep, huh?” He sighed. “Guess I already started healing on my way here.” He hated the feeling on gause tightening on his skin. It was soft, yet on an open wound it felt like fire. Call for Ladybug… “cute… I was playing hero. You know, helping people get out of bad situations that happen everyday. I doubt m'Lady would even entertain heroism for funs sake.” His eyes drifted back to the floor. “Besides, she’s always getting me out of sticky situations. It would be nice to do something without her aid.” He slammed his fist into the ground “it would be nice to be a hero, on my own. Not to be though of as in the way. We may be partners, but everyone looks at me like some stupid sidekick.” He spoke his mind for once. But that wasnt why he did this. No he did it to get out and feel free. “Besides. Being out late at night is my thing. I’m a black cat. Its my element.” He tried to lighten the mood, even in the slightest bit

Alley Cat (Closed)

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“If I had known… I would have come to help. You know that right?” his words had lost their weight as his eyes drifted back to the children. Marinette took after her mother in looks, but in mannerism she was like him. It made him smile, a rarity. So many words he had to say yet only, “I have a daughter…” left his lips. His heart sank. So many little moments she should have had a father for, she never had. She was beautiful. And then there was Adrien, playing beside her. The small blonde boy in his own little world. It was precious. The child he had taken in for such selfish reasons. That was all Felix did. Selfish things, and... he knew it.

Three years later...(closed)

Bridgette was smiling softly and closed her eyes for a moment. “It was at first, I can’t lie about that. I was pregnant and had to get ready for the arrival of the baby…but I had some help so it wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been. Marinette was such a good baby, the only times she would cry was when she was upset that I wouldn’t give her the lucky cat I made…she still plays with it.” She was forced to take a shuddering breath before continuing. “On her first day of preschool she was so scared I had to give her a kiss on the back of her hand to remind her I’ll come back. Everyday after she would demand for it, and would cry if I forgot and I would be called from work. Now she is getting loud and happy…but she has moments where I can tell she is your daughter…so stubborn…”

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"devee aur devee, krpaya meree madad karo, aaeedee unake shareer svaip karana chaahate hain na sirph kisee bhee vyakti, to krpaya sankraman dheemee na karen. chait noor aur ledeebag, ve shareer hain jinhen main svaip karana chaahata hoon, jab ve svich karate hain, to yah thoda pop kee tarah lag sakata hai sunishchit karen ki isakee sahee, aur kuchh bhay paida karane kee koshish na karen, jab ham ummeed karate hain svaip karake. isase thoda sa dard ho sakata hai lekin mujhe paravaah nahin hai, main bas svich karana chaahata hoon, haalaanki, mujhe pata hai yah bhee khujalee ho sakata hai unakee yaaden mujhe bhee pasand hain, to main dekh sakata hoon ki ve kya naapasand karate hain. krpaya ise turant kar diya hai, aur sunishchit karen ki svich kushalataapoorvak kiya jaata hai. sunishchit karen ki ve kahaan gae the, yadi isakee door hai, to yah ek kalank kee tarah dikhaee dega. to krpaya mujhe apane shareer ko svaip karen, is vishesh kisee ke saath aapakee anumati kunjee hai meree ichchha de deejie, to ise dobaara banao." Mohini chanted. The glowing Orb grew. And as Chattons body fell towards her his Staff burst it. The golden light consuming Chat and Ladybugs bodies. Sending them back down to the ground. The bright light only subsiding when it was done. Chat noir stood in shock. He was in Red and Black with a yoyo at his hip. His eyes adjusted to where his lady had fallen, "M'lady!" He called out to the golden form. Though he found himself distacted with the earings he now wore and the lack of his ring.

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His lips curled up into a pained smile. “I’m sorry to drop in on you like this, princess. I didn’t know where to go.” He had slowly moved to a proper sitting position against her bed, careful to keep the open wound away from her pastel fabric. His eyes followed her, frantic movements to be at his aid. Once she was kneeling by his side, he lifted his hand and the blood began its flow. The wound had begun clotting underpressure but the moment it was released some of the clots couldn’t take it. Though the open wound was met with a cloth. He hissed. “I appreciate this, really.” He forced past his teeth. His eyes watered beneath the mask. His breaths short. Even the chilled air made him wince now that his nerves were free. His eyes shifted to his right hand. His gloves had dried blood of one of the drunkards. He clenched his fist. He felt disgusting. He never ment to injure anyone. “…I guess you could say I was playing hero…” his breathing began to even out as he adjusted to this new pain. “I decided to help a civilian get away from some drunk men and one of them pulled a knife on me.” He felt the cloth hit deeper in the wound, “Nà tā mā de shāole!” He cursed.

Alley Cat (Closed)

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we’ll be fine someday, together. 

it’s finally done!!!! i’ve been working on this monstrosity for about a week and i’m so drained, i forgot how much effort goes into proper comic pages ε-(´・｀)

anyway here’s a PV epilogue after the final battle (including a rehash of this previous comic). butterfly/gabriel returns felix’s ring so he’ll survive the dirigible crash when things go wrong, leaving his own fate ambiguous. paris is a mess. felix and bridgette finally bond. bri’s red umbrella makes a reappearance.

(please don’t repost/edit/translate/dub/otherwise use this comic without permission!)

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His legs carried him towards his lady. almost like sonar he picked up on the chanting. “Maybe?” He perked up, tilting his head towards it. “Follow me.” He bolted for it. His staff extending to give him height and running along the sides of buildings. And there she was. Mohini, covered in gold and purple robes looking like a Witch. Her words were not english. Latin maybe? He didn’t care. What mattered was the gold swirling light in her hands that was expanding as she spoke. “Distraction?” a smirk crossed his lips, his staff extending towards her as he left solid ground. His only hope was to take her out of the sky and ruin the spell. Interrupting it would only do so much good but it was their only chance.

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“You’ve got to be kitten me!” He hadn’t gotten much of a break. Normally you have an akuma, you fight it and it goes away. THIS ONE was not having it and figuring out its patterns was a nightmare. Sure, weird kwami magic is a thing and akuma’s having weird powers also a thing. Something that looks like a DnD rip off, not so much. Chat’s body collided with something cold. “Tā mā dì dìyù!!” he cried out as a car alarm began blaring. Nothing beats a heightened sense of hearing and a shrieking sound. “M’Lady, Momeanie isn’t going easy on us.” He pealed himself off the now dented metal using his staff. 

|🐞|-   ❛ Stay calm chaton. we’ll get this akuma. we always do. ❛ she reminded, trying her best to dodge the attacks of the akuma finding its hiding location which wasn’t easy. this current battle as getting tiresome finding after many attempts the akuma’s location was still nowhere to be found. they had to remain positive and not lose hope. after all, the fate of paris and most likely the world was on their shoulders. ladybug’s eyes widened hearing the strange chants the akuma was saying but was relieved to find her partner reacted quickly and not taking a hit but just bumping into a car nearby. ❛ yea it isn’t but i’m sure we can defeat it. any other ideas on the akuma’s location? i keep thinking its something but then it’s not. there has to be something that it’s using to hone its power, right? ❛

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Alley Cat (Closed)

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“I’m sick of this. I’m tired of being his damn pet.” He kicked his desk sending him and his chair rolling away like a spinning top only to end like all toys fallen over. He hissed in pain, bringing himself back to his feet. 

“Then stop being such a push over.” Plagg chimed in. “It’s 9 o’clock on a Friday night, and you have a window.” Of course he was the voice of ‘reason’ here. But his words rang true, Natalie wouldn’t come to check on him anytime soon. Besides he’s 18, an adult by all legal standards. Adrien sat his chair back up and rolled it back to his desk. His eyes fixated on his miraculous. Plagg was right, he had a right to leave.

“Fine, lets go play hero. Claws out!” His words took a more serious tone. As the transformation took his body he kept in motion. Flesh to claws, the window sprang open. One push is all it takes after all. Patrols for the night had already been taken care of so he was free to do as he pleased. He took in a deep breath before taking a leap of faith. On all fours he was carried to the heart of the city. Lights, people, life. He slides into the shadows, after all that’s where black cats belong. Alley to alley, slipping past the naked eye in the shadows. One, Two, Three hours past. His ear twitched and he heard it. 

“And where do you think you’re going?” A drunken male voice said followed by sounds of a struggling woman begging to be released. Chat followed the voices. One male turned to four, all drunken and smelling of liquor. Their french was poor, american accent. 

“And just who do you think you are? Sorry, don’t really care if you won’t let the kitten go.” A smile, crossed his lips. he reached for his staff and the men reached for their own defense. Quick on his feet he moved into the first man’s space using his staff to hit his inner elbow, forcing it to buckle and release the woman who took of running. His ear twitched again. metal sliding, knives. They were not in their right minds. He ducked out of the first mans space. The dark made him misjudge his size. All of their sizes. He swallowed and took action. Using his staff to keep a distance and do enough damage to knock them down.  Though one mistake cost him. He took a shot to a blonde mans head, knocking him unconscious. When he turned, a knife met with his right side, slashing through his suit and tearing flesh. He hissed. “Big mistake buddy.” He was in Adrien’s range and cats have claws. He took a swipe which left blood behind. He took to the roof tops leaning against a chimney. “add pressure to the wound.” He reminded himself to halt the bleeding, only to cry out in pain. Chat Noir forced himself to stand. 

“Move... dammit...” He told himself. His legs carried him to the only person who would possibly be able to help him. Marinette, she had a bad habit of leaving her windows open or her hatch unlocked as he had learned from Ladybug sending him to her for aid when Akuma’s struck. “just one more...” He was using his staff to guide him over what he would usually jump so he could maintain pressure. he landed on her room, opening the hatch and very unceremoniously crashing onto the floor. He cried out “Marinette please....” 

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Life takes turns (Closed)

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“You’ve got to be kitten me!” He hadn’t gotten much of a break. Normally you have an akuma, you fight it and it goes away. THIS ONE was not having it and figuring out its patterns was a nightmare. Sure, weird kwami magic is a thing and akuma’s having weird powers also a thing. Something that looks like a DnD rip off, not so much. Chat’s body collided with something cold. “Tā mā dì dìyù!!” he cried out as a car alarm began blaring. Nothing beats a heightened sense of hearing and a shrieking sound. “M’Lady, Momeanie isn’t going easy on us.” He pealed himself off the now dented metal using his staff. 

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Part 8 in the paris landscape series (I have firsthand experience having someone on the back with too long legs). Spring, please come soon!

Used photo ref a bit more literally than usually, stylisation experiment very inspired by the one and only Kevin Dart.

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I just wanted to draw a kwami swap au but now i am in love with mari!chat noir

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Lemme Smash Starters

beesmemethings:

‘ this is a nice stick. ’ ‘ I like sticks. ’ ‘ lemme smash. please? ’ ‘ no, (name), go find (name2). ’ ‘ you want sum fuk? ’ ‘ no, (name), I don’t want sum fuk. ’ ‘ I got you blue. ’ ‘ hey girl. you want some tail ? ’  ‘ (name), your tail is small. ’ ‘ wot? ’ ‘ swiggity swooty? ’ ‘ you want yellow? ’ ‘ she doesn’t want yellow. ’ ‘ blue and yellow? no. ’ ‘ (name), I’m leaving. ’ ‘ no! wait! lemme smash! ’ ‘ what has my life come to ? ’ ‘ (name) thought my tail was big. ’ ‘ (name) used to let me smash. ’ ‘ but (name) is smashin (name2). (name2) is a hoe. ’ ‘ fuck this nest. fuck (name)! ’ ‘ I need you (name)! ’ ‘ (name) lemme smash! ’ ‘ I’ma get that bitch a stick. ’ ‘ bitches love sticks. ’ ‘ stick stick stick stick stick stick stick. ’ ‘ need stick? got stick. (name) I got stick. lemme smash. ’

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