Being a supermodel, Adrien likely has a very strict diet so to keep that trim figure but still have that healthy glow. The problem? That diet doesn't exactly work so well for a superhero who runs around fighting bad guys every other day. The boy needs more calories and isn't getting them. So Felix, knowing this, is constantly helping his brother get more food without their father knowing. Cause like hell is he risking his brothers health over some pictures they could easily photoshoped in post.
that’s actually one of my strongest adrien headcanons! we’ve seen he gets all his meals prepared for him at home, and with what are undoubtedly world-class chefs they’re probably tailored perfectly to maintain all the calories he should work off on his scheduled activities; only that doesn’t cover all the extra exercise he gets as chat noir and the dupain-chengs haven’t been able to adopt and feed him yet
luckily felix is chat noir less frequently than adrien and has time to help
at the end of Ford’s dream in “The Last Mabelcorn”, there is a creepily wonderful animation shift featuring a number of familiar, yet eerie images: Ford’s hand, a constricting eye, and then what looks like an extended Cipher wheel. Upon first watching, my thought was, “Okay, Ford eye color confirmed: blue”. Naturally, I took the thought further, concluding that Stan’s eyes must also be blue. Twins, right?
But here’s the thing… just a few hours after watching The Last Mabelcorn, I saw someone reblog a screenshot of a question and answer on Alex Hirsch’s twitter:
This question is from a few years ago, but it seems pretty safe to deem canon. So Stan’s eyes are brown, and the twins’ eyes are brown… it would be natural to assume that, being twins and all, Ford’s eyes are also brown.
Which started to make me wonder: Whose eye is this?
My best guess? McGucket.
In the McGucket’s Conspiracy Corner shorts, he mentions that his eyes are in fact blue. So, let’s say it’s Fiddleford’s eye. It makes sense, then, even in the context of the dream: as far as we know, Fiddleford was the first to see the true horror of the void, a horror then paralleled and shown in Ford’s dream when Bill projects the images of the demonic-looking, blood red pattern behind the Portal/beyond the void. Ford was the one to pull him out of the Portal, and was there for McGucket’s prophetic message.
Then is it possible, that after 30 years exploring other dimensions, when confronted with the nightmare of Bill and the Void, that Ford’s thoughts and dreams would immediately turn to his old friend, the one who first saw the evil of Bill’s true nature? In all that we’ve learned about Ford so far, never once has he openly expressed regret or concern for Fiddleford. But maybe, just maybe, his colleague and that day are still very much on his mind:
The Bumpy Ride This is one of the 3 pictures I drew for @Cherryviolets‘ GF artbook. I had this as a sketch since before the finale. I just needed a happy ending for them to make this idea work. Otherwise it would’ve been a big picture with stangst and nothing but stangst. But now it’s only like 90% stangst :)
A Tale of Two Stans: Stan impersonates Ford for 30 years in order to rescue him from another dimension, and fakes his own death via a fiery car crash in order to accomplish his goal
Take Back the Falls: Stan impersonates Ford for 5 minutes in order to rescue him from an evil demon to prevent the apocalypse, and intentionally causes his own death by having his mind erased and burned away
both: Stan impersonates Ford to save him and intentionally kills himself off in a fiery death in order to accomplish his goal
“Daddy!” The screeching scream of the high pitched banshee echoed through the Hotel’s main lobby. “I’m home!” Amber walked in swinging her hips from side to side as if though she owned the place. Chloé, simply rolled her eyes and turned around to face her sister.
Amber had been studying abroad in London, staying with their mom to get a better hang of the english language. Chloé would only be able to describe her sister as being identical to her, yet with a slightly pointier nose, eyes lacking as much color as hers, Chloé had always had bluer eyes than Amber, and a slightly less shiny blond her. Overall, a less pretty Chloé, at least in her point of view.
“Hello, Amber. Welcome.” The butler bowed directing towards the young blond girl, she barely acknowledge and walked forth, giving him her prada hand bag. “I’ll go into my room then. Chloé, could you help me arrange my stuff?” “There are thousands of workers in the hotel sis, why don’t you go ask any of them?” “Oh come on Chlo, is that the way to greet your older sister?” “You are older by A MINUTE Amber, plus my nails haven’t dried, you can carry your bags yourself.”
Amber made a small pout, “okay then”, she said, “I’ll do that, don’t worry.” She clicked the elevator’s up arrow and left with a ding. “Ugh, how am I gonna survive summer with her here.” Chloé checked her nails again, and placed a 3 minute timer on her cellphone to make sure her nails dried off.
Amber opened the doors to her room. The vantage point of her father having a hotel was that she had a room to herself, no roomies like her school in London, so escaping would be significantly easier. Specially with her father busy, and her sister hanging out with Sabrina. “Bee, you can come out now!” the yellow kwamii flew out twirling.
“Finally, some fresh air. Your bag is so stuffy!” “Sorry Bee, that was only during the flight home. What do you say we go and fly around the city?” “Of course Amber. Lets go.” The little kwamii smiled and with a transformé moi, Amber disappeared and in her place was Queen Bee.
“Well lets go, I’m dying to see my city from the sky.” She extended her wings, opened her window, and leapt into the sky. Making her way to the Eiffel tower.
I was just thinking, 30 years in another dimensions is a lot of time to regret things. Just saying if it was me, I’d do whatever it takes to get my knucklehead bro out of such a dangerous place…even if it meant they hated me forever…