AU Where Plagg Spells Out Who Ladybug Is In Pieces Of Camembert For Adrien Because Of A Deal He Made

gravity sure does make things fall

Chat Blanc + memes from my very specific meme folder

credit for the 5th one goes to @eggrestes ur a genius

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turning it into a windows 95 logo is also acceptable.

So this is what happened in Cat Blanc right

Dangers of working on a set.

That’s what I said.

You’re doing amazing sweetie 🫶🏽

"The monster that’s been under her bed since she was a child and the nightmares began finally shows up and says, 'you’re right to see the world as grimly as you do. You’re right, they are also making you into a monster, and you’re right to feel terror in the face of all the lies under your feet starting to come undone. You're right to feel a righteous fury on behalf of those Grinot children because you were a child, and no one saved you from being fed into the machine, but you’re not dead yet, and you can still save them from it. And you may be scared that you are a monster because your friends look at you different because you're not the little girl that they left in that cottage 14 years ago, but so am I, and the monsters are going to help you now. This world is a nightmare, and you are a monster, so what do you want to do?'"

-Aabria Iyengar, Fireside Chat ep. 43

This was EVERYTHING

I made this instead of doing actual stats homework you're welcome

Perhaps they ought not to have eaten the dragon. There had been people objecting to it at the time. Surely such meat was poisonous. Perhaps it was even an affront, an insult to some intangible order of nature they ought to honour.

But the city was starving, the siege had gone on too long, and the king's troops were still a week's march away. The scorched earth would be fertile again in time, but right now it was barren. Right now there were mouths to feed. So they changed their crossbows for butcher knives and got to work.

None of the royal commanders asked any questions that could not be answered. After all, their aid had come shamefully late. The dragon's horned skull made a noble gift, a fitting tribute from a triumphant city to its humbled king. Who would have thought to question them?

And none of the townsfolk spoke up, when the first golden-eyed babes were born. Children who grew up barefoot and fearless, clambering over the city's patched and rebuilt roofs like they had no notion of falling, with a strange glitter to their skin when the sunlight hit it just so. No one breathed a word about dragons.

Because soon enough there were deft, young hands taking loaves straight out of the oven, heedlessly lifting iron from the forge, plunging into boiling laundry water. And some of them more wondrous still, wild, warm-skinned youths, with inexplicable knowledge and peculiar remedies.

A blessing, their families said proudly. A blessing after so much hardship. Which it was, in its way. This city would never fear dragon fire again.