I do art of the gang from my fic because you guys read it.
It’s a Princess Switch AU where Adrien and Félix swap places and live each others lives (and fall in love). Shenanigans follow.
You can read it here <————-
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ok but what if félix didnt get off on the wrong foot with adriens friends. what if they all rly liked him and didn't think of him as 'a cruel and inferior copy of the original'. what then. we would have so many good friendships there. félix + nino = gabriel agreste hate club. félix + marinette = gabriel agreste hate club. félix + alya = gabriel agreste hate club. félix + chloé = gabriel agreste hate club. guys do you see where im going with this. guys.
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Heya @marzfartz, I was your backup gifter for @mlsecretsanta! You mentioned that you like Kagami and/or Feligami so I jumped at the chance to draw The Girl. Hope you have a happy New Year!
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There's just something so adorable in the way Adrien and Kagami react when Marinette calls for them.
Look at them! They're like two puppies whose owner's finally returned home!! 😭😍😭😍😭
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they’re gonna be besties i’m calling it
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Its never made clear if félix tells Kagami that Adrien’s a senti
Lol
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Even now, with his father lost to the universe, and not even a body to bury, Gabriel was still here. He was in his room, in all the belongings his money had bought, in all the clothes that bore his brand. He was in the Miraculous on Adrien’s hand, the twin rings hanging from a chain he could never remove, in all the words Ladybug refused to tell Chat Noir. And he was in the statue in the Place des Vosges, immortalized in gold, looking out at the city with serene contemplation, but never down at Adrien. Never again.
“He was Monarque,” Adrien spoke into the darkness. Maybe Plagg could hear, maybe not. His Kwami was always good about knowing just what Adrien wanted him to know. “My father was Monarque.”
His words hung hollow in the silence, their weight somehow growing heavier on Adrien’s chest as he spoke. The voice didn’t answer, keeping silent long enough for Adrien to wonder, once more, if he really had imagined it.
Then it was there again, as close and clear as though its speaker was in the room with him. You’re Chat Noir, it told him firmly. Cataclysm his statue.
moonie i'm obsessed.
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If this is true then this is a win for Amelie truthers and I will celebrate
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