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she’s a lady.
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Please do not repost, edit, use. etc. my art.
finally done wheezes// also i’m sorry that half of it it like covered but ; ___ ; you know (you can try this)
i’ll be adding this to my commissions menu btw (i’ll be calling them dramatic chibis because of the lighting lol, but i will provide a version without it too) ; 7 ;
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u thought i was done with this? THINK AGAIN, I AM UNSTOPPABLE
#aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa#beautiful#amazing#cute#adorable#wow#remarkable#marvelous#stunning#magnificent#kawaii#pretty#phenomenal#incredible#wonderful#brillant#awesome#excellent#fabulous#fantastic#outstanding#sensational#terrific#gorgeous#splendid#grand#great#lovely#miraculous ladybug#tales of ladybug and cat noir
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Anonymous asked:
Adrienette and croissants for the kiss thing?
okay tbh i got so caught up in the croissants idea i had that the actual kiss feels kind of forced forgive me
“I’ll admit they’re pretty good,” Marinette said, examining the piece of croissant she’d torn off. “But not as good as ours.” She popped it into her mouth and chewed dramatically.
Adrien chuckled. “I’ve had your croissants, and if that isn’t the truth…” He trailed off, and held up his own uneaten pastry. “Although, do they have this glorious crescent shape?”
“Of course,” Marinette said, sounding almost offended. “They’re croissants. Comes with the name, Model Boy.”
Adrein responded by placing the croissant over his mouth like a big, gaping smile. He put on his best crazy eyes and stared at Marinette.
She laughed and rested her elbows on the table. “Now that is sufficiently terrifying. You’re like the Cheshire Cat of bakeries.”
At this, Adrien slowly cocked his head and said in a sing-song voice, “We’re all mad here.”
Marinette laughed and Adrien put his croissant back on his plate, smiling wide, feeling proud of himself. He leaned forward on his elbows to meet Marinette in the middle of the table, and they exchanged a sweet, if chaste, kiss.
(It had been a few weeks since kissing Marinette had become a regular thing, and sometimes it still took Adrien’s breath away. The way her eyes always seemed to flutter a little bit afterwards, and the way each one was just a little different from the last. For example, even though this one was quick, they lingered in the space for a moment after.)
“Mm,” Adrien pondered. “Flaky.”
Marinette giggled and threw a tiny piece of croissant at him. Adrien scrunched up his face in response to the attack and stole another, speedy kiss before leaning back.
