#bugoffkitty

Stealing glances at her Adrien nervously fiddled with his pen, pretending to be busy with his classwork. His mind was racing, and now everything seemed to fall into place. Marinette was ladybug. Ladybug was sitting right behind him. Two of the most wonderful women he'd ever met were one and the same, it almost seemed too good to be true. But suddenly his world seemed to splinter and crack, he was the idiot jerk doofus who rejected buginette. With a dejected sigh, Adrien leaned his head against his desk, he heart feeling like it was finally giving up on his hopeless romantics.

God you’re a loser. We’re literally on skype right now.

5. On exclusivity - I can understand some people having certain expectations in their writing, because if it’s not fun then there’s no point in doing it, but when it becomes so exclusive that it makes others feel like they’re not good enough then I can’t really except that.

7. On hate - I honestly can’t think of a single reason to hate on other people who are just trying to have fun in a community. If they’re not hurting anyone, then why would you hate on them?

12. On your own writing - Welp if I could write that would be great, but eh. I feel pretty bad most of the time because my inspiration is often fleeting, and so I leave people hanging often (sorry if that’s you baes) and even when I can write I often feel like my partners deserve something better…

@bugoffkitty

Resting her cheek against her hand. She sighs.

“A nice day to sketch….” She let her other hand rest close to her hot chocolate, letting the warmth from it bring feeling back to her cold fingertips

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Nathanaël nodded, it was a really nice day to sketch, if only his hands could withstand the cold that long for him to draw and if he also didn't mind drawing with gloves. He may be picky about where, when, and in what conditions he draws in. But then again isn't everyone that picky about things they like?

Adrian nervously ran his fingers through his hair as he watched the scenery rush past the car’s window. His manager, Nathalie, sat next to him as she typed away busily on her tablet. She paid no mind to him as he shifted to and fro, pulling out his phone before putting it back in is pocket, rubbing at his neck before starting the process all over again.

Adrian had been modeling for a while, but today was the first day of his shoot with an up and coming designer that could potentially be game changing for his career. If the line did well and it featured Adrian, he would finally have steady gigs. If the designer flopped, it was back to the drawing board for him. There was a lot riding on the success of this photo shoot and saying Adrian was nervous was an understatement.