Omg Youre So Creative. How Do You Get Your Ideas I Hallucinate A Single Scene In The Taco Bell Drive

“omg you’re so creative. how do you get your ideas” i hallucinate a single scene in the taco bell drive thru and then spend 13 months trying to write it

It would have been cute if Adrien had kept that pottery wheel Marinette gave him in season 4. He seemed genuinely interested in it, and we could have had this delightful progression of ugly little armature pottery filling up the Agreste mansion from that point onward.

It could have started in Adrien’s room at first, with just a few little bowls and misshapen vases appearing on his coffee table and nightstand. But then by season five, they’re in the kitchen and living room. Eventually, they’re all over Gabriel’s studio because Nathalie knows that he hates the ugly little things, because they are mediocre products of a hobby that Gabe did not approve for his son, but he knows that if he says a word about it she will snap him like twig over one of her robot legs.

And then one day, Chat Noir gifts one of these little pots to Ladybug. Because she’s his best friend, but also because Adrien is seriously running out of space but is having too much fun with his pottery wheel to stop making them. And while Ladybug does give him a cursory speech about how they really shouldn’t be giving each other gifts, she accepts it, because it’s season 5, and she has a crush by this point. 

And depending on whether Adrien had gotten into glazing and firing his pottery by this point, maybe he even added a little yellow rose to the pot to symbolize friendship. And a little black cat, because you know. He’s him. (And the two would not be at all in proportion to one another.)

Then weeks later, when Adrien just happens to be hanging out at his girlfriend’s place, he happens to glance over at her sewing table and sees a familiar little pot holding a bunch of spare bobbins and fabric scraps. And then his head explodes. 

Claws In (book 2–sequel to Spots Off) is up on AO3!

The Love Square as lyrics from TTPD songs: The Tortured Poets Department

Adrienette: You’re in self sabotage mode, throwing spikes down on the road

Marichat: I’ve read this one, where you come undone, I chose this cyclone with you

Ladynoir: Who’s gonna hold you? Me. Who’s gonna know you? Me.

Ladrien: Who’s gonna know you, if not me?

*i tried to be as accurate as possible*

The sexual tension between a girl and not feeling real every time her birthday comes around

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