lots of people drag you for being incredibly fake (you are.. don’t get it twisted), but you’re actually so fickle and hard to read. you’re that sign that have the personality of a fire sign, the intelligence of an earth sign but you’re still just as emotional as a water sign. no one understands who you are and to be honest, i don’t even think you know. you just show everyone what you think they want to see and you present a different face to everyone you encounter and that’s why people think you’re so fake. in reality, you just want to get along and impress everyone.. but you don’t have a set personality and it makes everyone end up hating you. no one ever knows when you’re being genuine or just putting up an act to impress people and it gets annoying real fast, so fix that. also, stop making all these sarcastic remarks and jokes to hide your feelings - we all know you aren’t heartless, so stop playing. oh and seriously, do everyone a favour and consider shutting up for a moment. you guys talk so much that it makes it impossible for anyone to get a word in like damn.. you seriously give leos a run for their money.
+ other signs.
( clears throat ) you will ship with chloe. you will hold her hand and smooch her.
#𝐉𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐒 is an independent and private roleplay blog for 𝘾𝙃𝙇𝙊𝙀 𝘽𝙊𝙐𝙍𝙂𝙀𝙊𝙄𝙎 of zagtoon's miraculous ladybug franchise. written by fae. if you could give this post a ♡ or ↺ to help me find people to interact with, i'd really appreciate it!
i have no idea what i owe at this point so here, have a starter call . multis specify a muse please!
open to mutuals. ↳ people i don't like.
❝ To the people I don't like — you're trying too hard! ❞
there is nothing worse in this world than a bad hair day!
I think imma call this head canon Stolen Credit Card Chronicles.
These fashion sisters should steel Audrey’s credit card on a weekly basis to just have some kind of therapy for having a shitty mom. Retail Therapy.
𝘾𝙃𝙇𝙊𝙀 𝘽𝙊𝙐𝙍𝙂𝙀𝙊𝙄𝙎 , endless edits .
#𝐉𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐒 is an independent and private roleplay blog for 𝘾𝙃𝙇𝙊𝙀 𝘽𝙊𝙐𝙍𝙂𝙀𝙊𝙄𝙎 of zagtoon's miraculous ladybug franchise. written by fae. if you could give this post a ♡ or ↺ to help me find people to interact with, i'd really appreciate it!
❝ That makes one of us, then … ❞ 𝐂𝐇𝐋𝐎𝐄'𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐅𝐔𝐋. She isn't usually so self-deprecating, but at this point she can't get much lower. It was only by an embarrassing amount of begging that her papa hadn't shipped her and her mother off to London in the end — though Maman had left; as she always did when things didn't go her way and only returning when it suited her. It took a long time, but Chloe realises now that she'll never get her mother's approval, or be her perfect carbon copy. And for the first time, Chloé's okay with that.
Chloé carefully cups her hands around the kwami as she flits closer. It feels good — warm, even — to know that Pollen believes in her. Even if she doesn't quite believe in herself yet. ❝ You're my only friend now, Pollen. I... I need your help. ❞
❝ ━ My Queen ... ❞ Pollen's voice, normally as robust as anyone's worthy of her power, is soft. She presses her hands together - only hesitating for a moment before hovering closer. No matter what has transpired, what has befallen Paris, Pollen can feel it : that honey-warm glow that drenches the connection between kwami and holder.
❝ I would never hate you ! I have only ever been proud to fight alongside you. I believe - I know that we can accomplish something good, still. Together ! ❞
❛ ▌┊𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 : adrien ( @yangnoir ) .
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐂𝐇 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍, the more Chloe's eyes began to glaze over. Every part of her wanted to scream, to order him to stop and let it end already so she could do better things with her time. She hated being stuck here, wearing an itchy dress her mother forced her into, putting on a nice façade for the public so Papa would get the support he needed.
Enduring this campaign event was her own personal torture; but, at least she knew one face here. She glanced across the room to where he stood and could glean from his posture that he felt as bored and unnecessary as she looked. Without a word, Chloe bee-lined through the crowd and stopped by Adrien's side, arms folded.
❝ This is ridiculous. It feels like he's been talking for hours! ❞ she hissed, just audible enough for Adrien to hear without disturbing those around them actually listening to her father's awful, droning speech.