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remmicreates · 1 year
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Marichat for tonight :)
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fizzyarts · 1 year
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Please they where so happy I love them
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ayana-banafrit · 1 year
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OH MY GOD PEOPLE IT HAPPENED!!!
GABRIEL IS ACTUALLY USING HIS BRAIN TO THINK!!!
Also props to Luka!
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kandy-proyect · 1 year
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A little bit of Felinette doesn't hurt hehe
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cienfll · 1 year
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kisses on new year's eve
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pokedashwarrior55 · 1 year
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I have a problem and its name is Miraculous.
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balkanbitch · 4 months
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I love hetero couples that are a light haired guy who is a freak of nature born out of the selfish desires of there family members who are also the villain that have to cope with the fact they aren't real and a girl who has to deal the horrors of being thrusted in to insane adventure before they were ready, who feel like the entire weight of the world is on their shoulders, incredibly powerful but is constantly undermined and have power beyond their current understanding.
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scisetforever · 1 year
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ofc as soon as I stop watching mlb this shit happens
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wisteriasymphony · 1 month
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The Gift of Jubilation - (Pigella & Chat)
(and those who no longer receive it)
Porcalina had no trouble in using her gifts. Under another holder, the Miraculous of the Pig might be seen as an insult or as ineffective in battle, but Porcalina considered it much more like a party trick, and she reserved no qualms about it. When not using it for distractions, Porcalina liked to exchange her gifts like fortunes throughout her teammates, touting herself as a seer who could predict their most wanted future, whether said future be years beyond or the very next morning.
"I can always try again," she comforted Chat Noir. "I swear it's probably something I'm doing wrong. This doesn't usually happen."
Porcalina took her tambourine in hand and begun to sing. This was a necessary part of the process: She channeled the domain of Jubilation through reverent song, remarking to others that her Miraculous would guide how she sang and what syllables and half-words would echo around her. It was never anything resembling a spoken language, at least to Chat Noir's own knowledge, but it seemed to change depending on the person she was divining for. Ladybug would always be sung to in an innocent C Major full of princessy trills and ornaments; Renared's song was a calm B Dorian, and CARA.PACE's was E Locrian with many stops and starts. Many of them were in those more obscure modes, some forgoing classification entirely... And Chat half wondered if it was because the Miraculous itself knew Chat was analyzing each note Porcalina sang to find a pattern and was trying to throw him off its path.
But Chat's song was, like Ladybug's, in a regular key. Multiple, in fact. Porcalina would keep a steady beat on her tambourine and start in a brooding, ghostly D# minor. Porcalina's chants would break in form, often sounding like the grieving wails of a young mother, and then just as they started she would bow her head further and return to low chants and humming. Porcalina kept her eyes shut during these sessions, relaxing all her body so that she could be a true vessel to the whims of Jubilation, and with every sharp breath she would seem to rock back and forth in her seat. Then it would switch to a minor B, hesitant in its patience and spilling in shaky half-words off Porcalina's lips. Now the light which the world kept hiding in little corners would fly in and gather around the seer, enveloping her in a faint ring much like the shape of her tambourine cymbals. And as Porcalina would be tossed back and forth by that which she channeled, the ring would move to accommodate her, much like the rings of rock and dust that surround Saturn... or perhaps even a halo for some sleeping giant far below the rooftops of Paris, far beneath the ground. An omen that Porcalina as the augur she was was simply as much a pawn in the schemes of Gods as any of them were.
As she finished her incantations, Porcalina broke out into her final key: A♭ Major. Key of judgement. Key of the grave. And once her voice has swelled to its loudest... she sighed as if nothing had ever happened, and opened her eyes.
"There," she said, setting down the tambourine and guiding the light surrounding her with her hands. Her arms seemed to wade through the air as she gathered her vision, placing each shard of glimmering light into its place on a sphere the size of her head. "And now, if I did everything right this time..."
There was nothing.
Like the last three times before it, Porcalina had divined that Chat Noir's deepest wish was.... nothing.
Porcalina furrowed her brows, bringing the sphere closer as if the answer she wanted was simply one that was too small to otherwise see. "I mean... Perhaps this is a good sign? Maybe you have everything you could ever want?"
Chat stared at her blankly. Even the teammates he'd known for years could tell that such a statement was laughably untrue. After his short absence from the team, Chat had grown bitter and silent, with deep lines carved onto his face that made him seem much older than the others than he truly was. Hell, he hadn't even gone out of his way to request Porcalina divine for him because he simply couldn't care—His new demeanor was hardly that of someone who had everything he wanted.
"I told you there's no point in it," he spoke to Porcalina. The way his bangs hung over his face seemed to cloak his eyes in shadow, dulling even the bright green of his irises to a shade too dark to determine. And that was all he said to her before standing up and walking away to the edge of the rooftop.
Ladybug approached Porcalina from behind, placing a kind hand on the girl's shoulder. "Still nothing?" she asked.
"Yeah. ...It's almost like it doesn't work on him at all," Porcalina sighed. "Or maybe he just doesn't have anything worth wishing for."
Chat could hear them talk behind his back; They did it often, but not once did it go unheard. And she was right to think he didn't wish for anything anymore. He found no joy in it. Only the aching feeling that maybe, there was once something he had wished for... that he was no longer allowed to remember.
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sdmoc · 10 months
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If Marichat were still alive they would have sleepovers.
Also, Adrien is most definitely a morning person. Just look at him. He’s the type to wake up at 5 to go on a morning run.
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remmicreates · 1 year
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Finished! I’m super pleased with this, even if it took me longer than it normally does :)
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alpharosetdr · 1 year
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Chat Noir be roasting himself
I would like to headcanon that Marinette spends most nights talking about her failed confessions for her crush to Chat Noir, and he just straight up like:
Marinette: I tried telling him, but Alya said my plan was too elaborate for him to notice. I even placed hearts and the like! but he still didn’t get the message. 
Chat Noir: You know, I could tell you a way on how to effectively swoon his heart. All you gotta do is go up to him, ask him if he’s free then BOOM, just drag him somewhere private that the two of you can talk and then tell him you love him.
Marinette: I’ll try? thanks Chat!
Then when it actually happens...
Adrien: and why are we inside this tight spaced closet..?
Marinette: I- I HAHAHA ADRIEN - W-Would you ummmmm...you know I love- LOVE TO JUST TALK IN HIDDEN SPACES HERE.
and of course, Adrien, the oblivious baby as he is would brush it off as just Marinette being Marinette and would actually smile. 
But afterwards..
Chat Noir: OMFG SUCH A DUMB PERSON- I’m sorry for the language Princess but damn???? YOUR MAN IS JUST- I CAN’T. 
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ayana-banafrit · 1 year
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Yeaaahhh you tell them Mylene!!!
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kandy-proyect · 1 year
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Part 4... This was the last thing I did in a chronological way of this idea...
It's not long until the end of TOH, I don't know what I'm going to do, it's going to hurt, I know
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cienfll · 1 year
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i keep trying to create a romantic scene but for some reason chat noir starts crying
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yellowheartz · 9 months
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I love when the mlb fandom only puts the ship tags as they are, like when it's marichat, it's just marichat and not adrienette or ladynoir or ladrien. (They are all the same two people)
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