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Tell me what you think (and I’d love some concrit on pacing/exposition)!

POV: Plagg

Paws slammed against the floor below him, thudding loudly in his ears. The smell and hint of a taste of the fish in his mouth made him desperate to stop and hide somewhere he could eat in peace.

Humans, Plagg scoffed, looking behind him to where the black blob of the human Plagg had stolen the fish from was moving rapidly in his direction with several people holding guns behind him, still attempting to chase down a black cat at night that had climbed a roof far earlier. What a stupid species.

With another leap, he went into a small pipe only critters or smaller dogs and cats could get into. There, he quietly ate, raising his head every few bites to check for danger. Sometimes, he really hated being a black cat… or a cat at all. Shapeshifting into another species was hard when you don’t have any known genetics in your blood of that species or have a close common ancestor. Plagg could only be human for maybe twenty minutes max, and often saved that for when he needed to escape.

How people could hold it for years without rest, Plagg didn't know at all, but if he could find somebody like that, he would totally ask for help. 

Plagg continued to nibble the bones from the fish, bored yet scared of going outside, until a loud wailing made him jump and hiss, his hackles raising as he slowly stalked towards he obnoxious, continuous sound of… a human baby? But it… sounded and smelled different. The magical scent was all weird, too. It almost smelled similar to him.

Plagg took a deep breath and walked forward cautiously. His heart was pounding so loud he feared the earth would start moving. 

There in the alleyway was a small basket filled with shuffling blankets as somebody shifted around, crying out for something they couldn’t get.

The terrified adult black cat made his way forward, sniffing the air for threats before he did anything, and then he bolted over and put his front paws on the side of the basket. Tiny, weak hands reached out for him, the crying turning into desperate snuffles. 

Plagg just about felt his jaw drop. On the kid’s head were ears, and on his cheeks were moving whiskers. His bright emerald irises were almost invisible under the black, expanded pupil. The blankets went up and down where the tail was tucked underneath. 

This was… a hybrid? Plagg had heard of them before, but had never seen one. Normally people gave them away to families who weren’t afraid of their reputation being destroyed, but the one in front of him was left in an alleyway as he starved and cried. Plagg couldn’t even say the parents had no reason, because the jet-black cat features said enough. 

Black cats were already feared, but to be mixed with a human? Being a human was weird. They had intense magical energy, but no actual magical power to go with it. A hybrid, though, would get a magic and would have insane magical energy. This kid would have more powerful destructive energy then Plagg, and Plagg could destroy an entire building if he so wished.

This kid in front of Plagg would be too powerful to contain if he was trained right, which left him in an awful position. Leave this kid here and let them die, or bring him somewhere safe and try to raise him?

Plagg couldn’t bring himself to do the former, no matter how much he told himself that being merciless kept him alive. He didn’t even like kids! But… this was a helpless somebody who was at least kind if sort of his breed of cat, and whenever he saw another of his breed, they talked and helped each other, because it was black cats against all species, including other cats. No, he would never leave another one of his to die, even if they were hybrids. 

The thing that absolutely sealed the deal was when the little child started kneading and purring, his eyes wet and nose dripping while he watched Plagg with desperate eyes.

With a deep breath, a human stood in Plagg’s place, and he gently covered the kid’s body entirely, calming the kid with soothing words and touches so he would stay quiet long enough for them to get out. They were now on a ticking clock until Plagg would lose his shapeshifting. 

His heart pounding, with the small bundle of blankets in his arms, he carefully scaled the wall that led to a small, safe abandoned hotel room said to be haunted. Plagg didn’t eat there to prevent the smell from traveling with him and revealing his location. Well, he’d have to bring food there if he was taking care of a child.

Ok… maybe I can hurry to the library and steal a book on child-care? Plagg thought, putting the child down on his nest. The baby yawned and attempted a cat stretch, causing Plagg to laugh before he left, running with all he could to the book-filled store. The sign read, “no black cats! Scram!”, causing Plagg to scoff. He opened the door and went inside to see a friendly lady waiting to give him instructions. 

Without telling her about the hybrid and black cat part (or the homeless part), he explained his situation. She grabbed him a few books and said he could have them free for a month or so as long as he kept them in good condition. 

Well, Plagg wasn’t sleeping tonight. Or all month. 

What have I gotten myself into? He thought as he read the books in his cat form, the human baby attempting to grab his swishing tail. And what do I call this little creature? 

Edit: if you couldn’t tell, the baby is Adrien.

Here’s my awesome fic’s beginning/excerpt of the first chapter (or really sad one-)

I’ll give context if you need it, just know his parents suck in this universe.

Chapter 1

(Road Trip?)

“ADRIEN!” his mother’s neutral voice called. “GET PACKED! WE ARE GOING ON A TRIP IN TEN MINUTES!”

Adrien’s eyes widened. A trip? They never went on a trip with him! Were they starting to not hate him? He excitedly ran to his room, shoving clothes in his bag and grabbing his secret drawer filled with stolen food and snacks. 

Adrien didn’t know why they constantly refused to let him have food, something about him misbehaving, but he didn’t want to feel those angry pangs in his stomach, and knew how to move like a shadow through the house, stealing food when necessary, or when he got hungry or bored. 

His bag stuffed, Adrien ran down the stairs to where his angry parents were waiting. Maybe they were having a bit of a bad day… 

“Get in the car,” Gabriel practically growled at him, pointing at the black vehicle. Adrien wordlessly got in, shutting the door as quietly as he could. The bag lay gently on his lap, his small stuffed cat, Mr. Fluff, sitting right beside him. 

Ironic that a stuffed animal could be a better person to talk to then his own parents. The small creature had been given to him by his aunt one Christmas, maybe two years ago, and he’d since loved the small thing. Some nights he couldn’t sleep without it beside him, usually when his parents brought the belt out or took their anger out on him. On those nights, Adrien could squeeze Mr. Fluff until he felt better and went to sleep.

Adrien watched the world pass by outside the window, mesmerised by the nature he wasn’t usually allowed to see, because he wasn’t allowed outside the house. Now he was going on a trip with his family! A squeal of joy escaped him while his hand pet Mr. Fluff. 

“Shut up!” his mother snapped at him. “I don’t want to hear another noise out of you, understand?”

Adrien nodded, not talking because that would make a sound. 

Poor mom, Adrien thought. She’s been so sick lately. Maybe that’s why they are both always mad at me. Am I making her more sick?

Adrien didn’t know how long they drove, but the world expanded into a golden field of wheat before disappearing into more buildings ahead of them. Where were they going for this trip? He knew his parents didn’t like him asking questions, but would they mind if he asked them where this trip would be?

Then the car stopped right at the border of city and the vast wheat-fields.

“Get out, Adrien,” Gabriel said with a deep voice that said, ‘no arguing.’ it was so confusing though. Why was he getting out? Adrien didn’t question it, grabbing his bag and Mr. Fluff instinctively. The door shut behind him, and his eyes widened. The car bolted away from him, heading into the city he didn’t recognise. 

“Mama? Papa?” Adrien croaked, putting the backpack on and running after the car. He raced into the shadows of buildings as he tried to locate his car, but failed miserably. Adults started to look his way, smiling in a way that scared him. If all of them treated him like his parents did… Adrien shivered and ran into a space between two buildings, holding his cat stuffed animal tightly against his chest while he cried. 

Were his parents coming back for him? Was this part of the trip? Adrien hoped so… As scary as his parents could be, they still protected him. Now he was stuck in hot weather and lost in a place with unfamiliar people who could hurt him worse than his parents ever did.

The sky started to darken hours later, and Adrien, who hadn’t yet moved from the alleyway, was busy munching on snacks to try and appease his rumbling stomach. Too bad he had only packed one waterbottle…

“Adrien?” An unfamiliar voice called, startling him. “Adrien Agreste?” 

He hid behind a dumpster and looked out to where a person in a black-suit was standing, shouting his name repeatedly. There were guns on a belt. He winced. Did his parents send somebody to hurt him?

Adrien sat bathed in the shadows, listening to the retreating footsteps of the man. Though, they eventually vanished into the crowd of other people in the area. Everything started drowning Adrien's senses in new sounds and smells. Never before did he think anything could smell so gross, but the giant green box beside him smelled like… He couldn’t describe it, but it was so bad he was encouraged to move, and tentatively stepped outside this small area between buildings. 

Adrien breathed deeply, holding his stuffed animal close to his chest in one arm and tightly grabbing a strap to his backpack in his free hand. Keeping his head low, he made his way under the lights of this new, unfamiliar city. Maybe he could find his parents somewhere? Should he ask somebody where to find them?

But what if those people hurt him? There weren’t any kids his age out here. Did that mean people at this time were dangerous and threatened kids his age? Adrien’s heart sped up and he ran to another alleyway, curling around his stuffed toy with sniffling sobs. What would happen to him now? What if he ran out of food? His parents had been the ones providing that food, even if he’d had to steal it. 

Now he was trembling, heart pounding as he tried to calm himself. Would he die here, alone in this unfamiliar place?

Maybe I can still steal food… Adrien gulped. His water had run out hours ago, and he was so thirsty… He hesitated to leave his bag filled with clothes though, so he walked around, trying to find a place to temporarily abandon the load that was making his back and shoulders ache. 

People walked all around him, some in the same direction as him and some heading the other way. It almost felt like he was trapped, stuck in a small room with no breathing space. He grew nauseous and sick quickly.

Thankfully, he found a small nook in between two buildings around fifteen minutes later, high up and out of view from normal people who weren’t looking for it. Adrien began to climb up, hands quivering all the way up with heavy puffs of breath escaping his mouth. With one last heave he landed on his back, not moving for a good minute until he licked his chapped lips and felt the hunger. All he had remaining in his bag were small snacks that wouldn’t fill him enough to satiate his hunger.

Dropping the bag at the far end of the little space where the shadows were strongest, he headed back out, going down and feeling his stomach drop at the fall and landing. Little tingles shot up his leg, causing a shudder to go up his spine. 

Adrien took a moment to recover before walking forward slowly, looking around. He almost forgot what he was heading out for until his stomach growled. He licked his cracked lips again. At least the air was more cool then it was when he was chasing his car. 

He carefully snuck around the corner, aiming to just get food or water. His fingers were trembling, and he desperately wanted to just be in a home again. One that provided food and let him sleep peacefully. 

Well, maybe that small old man ahead of him had some food… 

A shiny box caught his eye.

Sorry if the flair is wrong, but I’m writing my fanfic series and redoing all the miraculous.

In all of the miraculous universe, the tiger miraculous is the most fucking redundant miraculous in the series. No wonder LB didn’t call on chat in Kuro neko. All she needs is purple tigress! But why not just choose the stronger one (black cat)? This definitely needs a rewrite for my fanfic series so AdriChat can be more relevant.

I’m not doing concepts except for destruction/creation. I just need powers/abilities. This is like the only miraculous I’m struggling to think of, since tigers only have so many symbolism’s (and I changed the dragon miraculous to being fire related instead of the three elements).

Thank you!

Ok, so I’m planning on rewriting all the miraculous for basically all fanfiction series I’m making. I was king of going to share my thought on what I thought. I’m going to put every miraculous out and what I think of them.

WIP = I know what I want and I’m not done/haven’t written them out yet

X = not changing them unless you really think your idea would be cool

(X) Ladybug: can create any object, but can choose for random, and she has to come up with something (it’s not an automatic win. You genuinely need to be smart).

Moves:
Invent: lucky charm, but I hated the name. She can invent anything she wants into existence, even if it’s a real item or not, or she can get something random
Recreation: the cure, but I wanted a name related to her miraculous, and this requires her spending her energy, so she can’t always fix everything

Passive/weapons:
Purifying akuma with the yoyo
Ability to feel vibrations with antennas (or not, she just naturally feels it from her feet)
Wings (later) if the bond is good

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(X) Black Cat: you need to be versatile and know your inventory well, since the black cat is dangerous, yet you can be creative with it.

Moves:
Cataclysm: destroys whatever is touched, but you control how (much) it’s destroyed, can be used to destroy the power of the butterfly and purify akuma.
Catastrophe: full body cataclysm that can transfer and go long distances, or it can be used like miraculous chat noir in the series but a more creative name.

Passive/weapons:
Night vision
Cat senses added to human senses
Claws
Extending Baton

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(WIP) Bee:

Moves:

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(WIP) Fox:

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(WIP) Turtle:

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Butterfly: preferred to be with somebody good, made for supporting somebody. It only grants so much power, and relies heavily on the energy of the person wielding the miraculous, since everything can drain you. Anyone under eighteen can’t hold the transformation of somebody for more than five minutes.

Moves:

Transfer: ability to transfer the holders physical abilities to another person (but that will leave this user vulnerable in the areas they gave up)
Powerup: give somebody a power based on the emotion they have currently, and use your energy mixed with the victims energy to make a villain, which means they will likely pass out after de-akumatisation

Passive/weapons:
Staff
Wings (later, if your bond to nooroo is good)

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Peacock: the one I have no idea how to change. I don’t want senti-monsters/beings/humans to exist at all. Give this miraculous a whole new power (maybe still involve emotion in there, but the only two concepts are LBs and CNs miraculous.

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Tiger (change this MF):

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Pig:

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Rooster:

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Goat:

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(WIP) Dragon:

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Snake (no more time powers please):

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(WIP) Bunny:

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Monkey:

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(WIP) Mouse:

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Ox:

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Dog:

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I can’t remember them all 🙃 tell me what I missed and what I should add to the ones I need.

I hate Kim, and I’m making a fluffy-ish series where Marinette basically starts doing what she needs/wants to do instead of what others do (she isn’t the MC, Adrien is, but I found I wanted this detail in hers), and I know she wouldn’t want KIM, her BULLY (and a fucking dumbass), as a miracular. It’s the same way I actually made Chloe get therapy and become a good character before she kept her miraculous, except the trauma Mari got from Kim (in my series it’s even worse then Chloe because Kim thought of the prank himself and Chloe never filmed it) would be too much for her to respect FuCK’s wishes and keep Kim as a holder.

Aka I need a new holder. Give me your ideas.

Edit: I’ve got it! Ty for the suggestions!

I don’t know what flair to use. Sorry.

Anyway, I’m making a fanfic and I am struggling to come up completely random Akuma. They don’t have to mean anything special, because I simply want to write/practice writing fight/action scenes, and adding them into my fic will be the fun part.

Mostly I’m writing the fight scenes and seeing where I can add them into the fic. I’m fine if yall want me to write your self-inserts and what you are mad/sad about lmao, and I’ll send the scene to you if you deeply want it.

Just a few things:

One, give me a name

Two, tell me how to describe the akuma

Three, give me weaknesses, powers, strengths, etc

And finally, nothing inappropriate… thank you!

Otherwise, let loose.

I see a lot of people posting negative “things I don’t like” or pet peeve posts, so here’s a nicer post for us all to engage in!

I’ll go furst :3

I love when people research medical terms and/or research the main parts of the fic. It makes me respect them greatly, and I love supporting authors who put genuine care into the accuracy of their fic.

I see a lot of people posting negative “things I don’t like” or pet peeve posts, so here’s a nicer post for us all to engage in!

I’ll go furst :3

I love when people research medical terms and/or research the main parts of the fic. It makes me respect them greatly, and I love supporting authors who put genuine care into the accuracy of their fic.

So I have had this idea in my head for a long time:

Chat noir gets infected with the virus, and has to fight it subconsciously, leaving his cat instincts to take over his human body.

So basically, we get his pov (with a ton of cat instincts, so meowing, running on all fours, purring, etc) and we get to see him slowly turning back into a human, and it turns out he can destroy the virus with his powers (purrfurably after they get adult powers for obv reasons). The rest of the holders are finding cures and later prioritise CN.

Thoughts? I might write this myself…

I love these fics that show him running away from home, or being straight up homeless.

The one from JadeTiger is awesome, and made me really want more! Purrhaps I can find a few where he actually is competent at surviving on the street and learns how to be a hero at the same time.

So I know we’ve all at least thought about renaming the show (esp because the chat noir part is never emphasized) so we all make this silly names for the show. Give me your best.

Purrety straight forward lmao. Just think of the funniest ones you’ve made/seen.

Here’s mine:

“miraculous: tales of Ladybug and Marinette and all the other characters who can overshadow the other MC (what’s his name again?)”

Ok, so what the title says. I’m gonna warn ya that I’ve read SOOO many miraculous long fics (well over 2k different ones) and I’m running out 😭

I’ll take pretty much everything (even fluff and some romance), such as texfics, react fics…. Whatevs! Just keep it generally close to cannon (please no crossovers, and at most cannon divergence. I’m not looking for series rewrites).

Thank you!