New Andrew Art Anyone ?

asagiri you cannot fucking be serious rn i swear to fucking god

“However, one of the soldiers pierced His side with a spear, and immediately blood and water came out.” (John 19:34)

YOU WANNA PUBLISH THIS 3 DAYS AFTER EASTER????? asagiri im in your fucking walls what the fuck

Adrien Agreste September 2021

Day 11

Saturday

Sacrifice

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A cat’s sacrifice

Every time he died

She never lied

He always came back

Ready to attack

Just like she promised

Cause she was the smartest

And he was a battle artist

But today Hawkmoth

Fought the hardest

He threw them across

Nothing went right

Especially the fight

And when everything was done

They still won

But paid a price

Cat’s last sacrifice

Day 3

Friday

Origins

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“Plagg?”

“Yes?”

“Where do miraculous come from?”

“From the Miraculous bo-“

“No I mean like why were they made? What was there purpose? Something other than taking down the evil miraculous holder who wouldn’t even exist if there weren’t any Miraculous.”

“Why are you so deep?”

“I mean there are also normal heroes with like powers they have from birth on, so why invent Miraculous?”

“I... don’t know, kid.”

“So you have no idea where you come from or belong?”

“I belong with my holder or in the miracle box.”

“Huh.”

12 Palestinians have drowned in the sea in north Gaza while trying to get to airdropped aid.

Do you understand how desperate someone has to be for them to run into the water to get a damaged box of god knows what?

What could have been going through their minds when they jumped into the water? Their children's faces when they come home with a few cans of food? The promise of the family eating together?

I honestly can't even fathom what other levels of cruelty Palestinians are supposed to endure before anything tangible is done about this genocide, of which this engineered mass starvation is only one part.

Based on a conversation I had with @evilkaeya !! :)!!

Day 7

Tuesday

Mom

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He always felt a connection, a bond, to his mother. It was something that couldn’t be explained. It was just so different.

And even after his mother’s death, the bond was still there. The intensity varied from place to a place. It was oddly strong in one of the floors of the house, really no special place. In this place it was like the bond was pulling him towards something underneath the mansion.

The bond was also very present in their favorite park, or an ice cream parlor they often wen,t to or her statue in the garden and her portrait in his father’s studio.

One day the bond was suddenly strong. It was already strong before but this was different as if something activated it and let it’s true power show.

The bond was pulling, no, guiding, him.

Guiding him towards her portrait.

He pressed onto hidden buttons of the drawing, as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

The ground beneath sunk lower. But he didn’t flinch. He knewthis was the right way.

Instead of dirt he saw a grande room with water, trees, butterflies and a casket.

He didn’t need the bond to know that he had to step out of the glass elevator and onto the bridge like metal building and go to it’s very end.

While walking down the path he felt like the main character, he didn’t know if as the hero or as the bad guy. He wasn’t sure about that, but he knew this was important, would change him.

And as he reached the end of it, he saw someone. Someone all to familiar who shouldn’t be here, laying in a casket.

He didn’t know what to do or what to say or... anything.

He just broke down behind the casket not being able to handle seeing his mother like this.

His cries grew quieter over time and he was ready to get back up and face her.

“Emilie, I did it! I fixed it!”

His father. Why had he never told him about this?

Adrien took a few more breaths. Ready to question his father, he stepped out from behind the casket.

“Father, wha-“

Instead of his father there was Hawkmoth standing in front of him, proudly holding up the peacock miraculous.

“A-adrien. What are you doing here?”

“What are youdoing here, father? Why is mother here? A-and why are you Hawkmoth? What is going on?”

Adrien couldn’t hold himself together, he broke down and let everything out. All the bottles up emotions.

Gabriel was shocked to say the least, he didn’t want his son to find out like this.

“Nooroo, dark wings fall.”

The fatherly dude in Gabriel took over seeing Adrien. So he sat down next to Adrien and hugged him.

“I’m sorry.”

does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver

136 journalists have been killed in Gaza, since October 7. That is over 80% of journalists in the Strip.