Red and Blue make Purple

[mlb-lovesquare]

Come on get closer to me

[lukagami]

Who came up with the breakdancing AU and also can that person get an award

[shade-nightingale]

Marinette: [phone starts ringing]

Alya: [looks to see who’s calling]

Alya: [chuckling] You still call your father ‘daddy’, Mari?

Marinette: [looks at Alya with a completely straight face and answers the phone]

Marinette: Hey Chat.

Alya: [chokes]

[miraculousladybug-confessions]

“Can we talk about how Chloé showed the Bee Miraculous and transform in front of EVERYONE with no consequences? Like… What the hell? I guess there was that “Clhoé did something good” party but seriously… I hope they analize that a little better,because if they don’t then the whole “don’t reveal identities” thing Chat Noir and Ladybug have will make NO SENSE.” 

[lukagami]

im genuinely curious for the kwami swap because then we get to see if adrien and marinette are treated the same or in different ways by the Standard Plot Formula  

[mlb-shit-post]

I might write a bunch of AUs based on abba songs, stay tuned for more details

[gabygrapez77]

He is trolling right? 😳😳😳

[jattendschaton]

A Bad Idea

So I haven’t finished any piece of fanfiction in like five months, so who really knows what this is


@1kittynoir1​ requested a Marichat Mistletoe drabble, so here it is! Sorry it took me so long, but I made it a bit longer than the promised 1000 words so hopefully that makes up for its lack of timeliness. Hope you enjoy! :)

The soft pitter patter of rain falling against the roof had long since turned into a thunderous downpour, loud enough to dull any other noises in Marinette’s empty home.

She usually hated it when her parents had to be away for the weekend, as it left her alone with too much time and not enough sound to occupy the space.

Before becoming a superhero, she’d often talked to herself in these moments, narrating her life or imagining conversations with people she knew or playfully teasing herself when she tripped up the stairs. Since Tikki had become a permanent fixture in her life, however, she no longer felt the urge to fill the house with empty words or unfulfilled fantasies when she could instead enjoy the company of a real friend.

But on certain nights when the wind was loud and the rain hard, they didn’t speak. The creaking sounds of a girl climbing up the stairs couldn’t be heard over such a roaring storm. Neither could the gentle hum of a sewing machine or the crumbling of a chocolate chip cookie into a tiny god’s mouth or the soft thump of a stealthy cat landing on a balcony.

[bluebellprincesstuff]

Angrynette. I stan.

[mlb-shit-post]

here’s a realllll kicker: do I revive my fanfiction.net account from like 285783472728 years ago and post all the fics in my master post on it?