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Everyone draws chat noir with fangs/sharp teefs as like a transformation thing but,, imagine if it wasnt?? Imagine adrien with fangs? And marinette notices and is just like, 😤😳🙏🏻💚🖤💛

GOD THANK YOU IVE BEEN WANTING TO DRAW ADRIEN WITH FANGS BUT HAD NO EXCUSE UNTIL NOW I THINK ABOUT IT CONSISTENTLY

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For those who want to catch up…

Intro to Chouette pt. 1! 

Intro to characters, and fav short stories glossary coming soon!

Chouette! starter pack of fics and art! (MUCH more content has been posted since this was made almost 9 months ago)

Chouette! general posting tag

Chouette! art tag

Chouette! writing tag

Miraculous Ladybug/Chouette! crossover tag

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Marinette, stomping into her room: I HATE EVERYTHING

Tikki: ?!?!

Marinette: I WENT TO A LADYBUG LOOKALIKE CONTEST

Marinette: AND I LOST

Marinette: TO CHAT NOIR

Tikki: [spits out cookie]

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Marinette: Adrien is both a sleepwalker and a cat

Marinette: it’s awful

Marinette: he keeps leaping out of bed and slamming himself headfirst into walls

Nino: pft, you’re lucky. Alya is a sleep talker. And a Fox.

Marinette:

Marinette: she screams?

Nino: she screams.

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Nathalie: Hey, Adrien, look at me.

Nathalie: [dabs]

Adrien: WHA–

Nathalie: No one will ever believe you if you tell them I did that.

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Ladybug: Hey, Chat? What do you think of this dress design?

Chat Noir: *examining sketchpad* I dunno, silk always rides up on me. And I don't have a handbag to match.

Ladybug:

Ladybug: I meant, how do you think it'll look on me, dumbass.

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*power goes out*

ladybug: shit, it’s so dark.

chat noir: don’t worry ladybug, i’ve got this.

[stomps feet]

[sketchers light up]

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Rena Rouge: I’ve come up with a three-step plan to get Ladybug to marry you.

Cat Noir: I’m listening.

Rena Rouge: Step one, get her to play truth or dare.

Cat Noir: Oh my gosh, stop.

Rena Rouge: Step two, wait until she picks dare.

Cat Noir: No.

Rena Rouge: Step three, dare her to marry you.

Cat Noir: I–

Carapace: [from the next building] IT COULD WORK.

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Nino: What if we inverted our initials? Lino Nahiffe.

Alya: Clya Aesaire?

Marinette: Darinette Mupain-Cheng :)

Adrien: Adrien Agr- I don’t like this game.

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Ladybug: Alright, listen up you little shits.

Ladybug: Not you, Carapace. You're an angel and we're thrilled that you're here.

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Marinette, exasperated: You have the IQ of my toothbrush.

Chat Noir: Maybe that's why I'm in your mouth all the time.

Marinette:

Chat Noir: Please don't hurt me.

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Marinette and Adrien, reaching for a burger at the same time: *hands touch* *gaze into each other's eyes* *rose petals fall from the sky*

Alya and Nino, reaching for a burger at the same time: *hands touch*

Alya: Get the fuck off my McDonald's

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I’ve seen this idea floating around where Adrien is an Animagi and transforms into a black cat to befriend Marinette, which is honestly the best thing ever. The first I personally saw of this idea was this fic by Jarl_Deathwolf on AO3 who is thewritewolf here on Tumblr. Wanted to credit him for where I first saw this idea. Love the idea! It’s just so cute. Thought I’d illustrate Marinette complaining to Chat about some other kid in her year. Kept the background very loose because I honestly just wanted to go to bed. 

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AU where Tom dies and Sabine marries someone of her family's choosing. Gabriel wants to improve business in Taiwan and decides the best way to form an alliance is to have his son date his prospective business partner's daughter, Marinette Lin.

(um do i smell the potential for sliiight rival tension? yes.)

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He’s attractive, she’ll give him that.

Any youth to Marinette’s posture resides from ache in her shoulders as Wade Lin eye-stabs her to push them back more - a treasured look offered only by her stepfather on the rare occasion he isn’t folding company cards in Taiwan.      

If only her mother were allowed to come and stand beside her in the Agreste mansion to watch her live her own fate: meeting a guy whom she has no feelings for – her future spouse – out of families’ urge for business conciliation.  

Except Marinette Lin has no late husband, or any clue what she’s doing here.

She just has a job to do.

Emerging from childhood pressed face to the reality that ‘marriage’ is just a sugary word for ‘business transaction’. Lin Industries and Gabriel would soon merge forces, glam for the press, have their titles in the tabloids –

Through their children's marriage.

Yes, Adrien Agreste has a nice face; he’s a model. He’s been flaunted in tumultuous magazines with poses just-so to have any pathetic teen girl collapsing, so Marinette’s prepared to be stuck with an overtly rich and entitled ‘Vogue Golden Boy’. She hates the situation in a way that pacifies her into a clean grin and accepting nods, because she’s stuck, so in the end does it really matter?

“I expect your best behaviour. You’ve already agreed to this, remember?”

She scoffs. Like she had a choice.

Her indifference had deepened to match the mansion. “You would think an owner of a creative industry would understand the term ‘house décor'.”

“Marinette-”

Her snark smooths as Gabriel himself enters, alone. He speaks sternly, holds their gazes intensely, and has a posture her stepdad surely notes to nag her about later to replicate next time. They’ve met before – she's been approved, been there, hated that – but isn’t she here for Adrien?

Oh.

Oh, okay.

That’s him, is it?

She doesn’t mean to be glaring as the boy steps out – Adrien, whose face is raw in disappointment as though trying to take her throne in not wanting to be here.  

They meet eyes, greyish to the touch, disdainful in the delivery.  

She decides that she does not like Adrien.

And by the way his lip presses as he strides beside his father, he doesn’t appear to like her either. But she understands. After all, she’s seizing his freedom with other women.  

He reaches out his hand. She’s slow to take it.

“Marinette– Is it Dupain-Cheng, or Lin?”

It’s a dig at her forced name-change, she’s sure of it. “Lin.”

“Marinette Lin. It’s a pleasure.”

She casts a hidden eyeroll to the side, tempted to mutter, ‘Sure it is’.

Wane clears his throat. “We’ll have the media informed soon, but I believe simple arrangements should be decided first. Not to mention the attire.”

“Of course. We’ll leave these two here to get to know each other better to placate the reporters at public sightings. It’s what’s best if they’re going to get married.”

On beat, Adrien and Marinette flinch at the word as the men stride away, ushering staff to follow and leaving them alone in the lounge room.

She has a seat. “Adrien.”

There’s slight mockery to his voice. “Yes, my lady?”

She folds her arms over the custom dress. “Cut the act, you obviously don’t want to marry me, while I couldn’t care less. Just tug a few strings with your dad or whatever to get out of this, if you really want to get back to your girl gaggles.”

His brow pulls like he’s offended by her words. “I don’t think you understand my relationship with my father.”

“Fine then. Marry me. Whoever you are.” The dark fabric is all sorts of uncomfortable no matter how she adjusts to sit. “But then don’t complain in my ear all day and make me a slave or anything.”

The boy’s stature stiffens. “How entitled do you think I am?!”

She faces away, abashed. Her confoundment and headspace of it all (because she’s getting married, remember) caused her to run her mouth and spill what she’s already assumed of his character. And apparently, he doesn’t agree with it.

“I don’t know,” she rushes. “I don’t know you at all. My apologies.”

He simmers, pacing out of habit. “No. No I snapped too. I’ve just been arguing all week about this. I haven’t achieved anything.”

“Understood,” she says quietly.

There’s a silence.

His suited self whips to front, his hand jutted out. There’s a softness in his smile and dimples to it that she’s lightly caught of breath by. “Let me start again. I’m Adrien Agreste.”

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”

His brow raises, but he says nothing. He brings her hand and kisses it amidst a bow.

“Marinette,” a grin far from good-intentioned slips past his wholesome candour, “care to join forces with me in ruining our parents’ plan for us to get married? I heard they’re rather unprepared for any scandal us as a pair could get in...”

Something light flickers in her chest. She hasn’t embraced excitement or any feeling past passive resentment for a while since her father’s death, and the surprise is striking in all the best ways. It draws her to him and Marinette leaps up, his smile infectious.

“I would love to, hot stuff.”

He’s attractive, she’ll give him that.

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I drew the Joey meme so do whatever you want and add a caption:) the quality sucks because I took it of my android tablet and put it on my phone and iPhone6

#adrien x marinette #adrienette #art #miraculous ladybug #miraculous adrien #adriene agreste #cat noir

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I love this

Future Chat Noir: yes, we marry Ladybug

Adrien: !!!!!!

Future Chat Noir: and guess what? SHE’S MARINETTE!

Adrien: 😍❤️❤️😍!!!!!!!

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THAT'S 100% PLAGG AND TIKKI RIGHT THERE.