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Which ‘Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir’ Akumetized Villain Is Your Alter-Ego?

Welcome to quiz that reveals which akumatized villain is your alter-ego. Ever thought about being one of those twisted characters from Ladybug? Well, this quiz is just for you! Answer some questions and boom, you will find out which villain matches your personality. Ready to discover your dark side? Hit that 'Start' button below!

Welcome to Quiz: Which 'Miraculous Tales of Ladybug Cat Noir' Akumetized Villain Is Your Alter-Ego

Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir follows Marinette and Adrien, who become superheroes Ladybug and Cat Noir. They fight to save Paris from Hawk Moth’s dastardly plans. Along the way they meet bunch of quirky characters, including those akumatized villains. With thrilling battles, smart plots and lovable characters, this show has stolen hearts everywhere.

Meet the akumatized villains from Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir

Stormy Weather

Okay, Stormy Weather is basically drama incarnate — she controls the skies and will absolutely make it rain right on cue when she’s upset (very theatrical, 10/10). Underneath the lightning and umbrellas she’s oddly melancholic and kind of a softie who cries into her gloves sometimes, which is heartbreaking and hilarious. She’ll announce her vengeance like it’s a performance, but also volunteers at shelters? I think? Anyway, you can’t ignore her presence; she’s loud, powerful, and secretly into tiny tea sets.

Lady Wifi

Lady Wifi is the chaotic queen of connectivity — obsessed with screens, memes, and making people’s lives a little too public, in the most dramatic way possible. She treats gossip like currency and will weaponize a trending topic with a grin, but also gets oddly hurt when someone unfollows her (the human likes validation, what a shock). Her powers are neon and broadband-y, and she loves hashtags more than is probably healthy. Low-key loves retro flip phones and hoards charging cables in a shoebox — don’t ask why.

The Collector

The Collector is a hoarder with a villainous twist — every trinket has a story and he will abscond with your favorite sweater because “it completes the set.” He’s meticulous, a little eerie, and treats items like living things, which is sweet and creepy depending on your tolerance for weirdness. There’s this strange sentimental core — he cries over a missing ticket stub — but also coldly efficient when it comes to snatching rare stuff. He swears it’s all for preservation and not because he’s a control freak (he’s definitely a control freak).

The Evillustrator

The Evillustrator turns doodles into destiny and honestly, carry-on sketchbook energy at its finest. One minute it’s a harmless drawing of a cat, the next it’s stalking your backyard — magical art with mood swings, very temperamental. He’s moody, theatrical, and convinced that everything is better with ink-splattered sleeves; also thinks in color palettes, always. He’s both a tortured artist and a cartoonish menace, which makes him oddly sympathetic and slightly unnerving.

Queen Wasp

Queen Wasp is all stingers, stilettos, and surprising ambition — like “tiny-but-terrifying royal” vibes. She runs her little domain with an iron claw and a ridiculously expensive jacket, boss lady energy mixed with major insecurities about being small (also slight bee puns, probably). She’s protective to the point of micro-managing and will sting first, ask questions never; but then she’ll fuss over her “workers” and send honey jars as apology gifts. Honestly a diva who secretly loves baking, which is the best part.

Frightengale

Frightengale is campy and eerie in the best way — a singer who weaponizes fear through notes that linger in your spine like goosebumps. She’s super theatrical (like opera-level dramatic) and has this complicated relationship with performing — she craves applause but also wants to terrify the audience? Bit contradictory, I know. Her voice can make nightmares bloom and she’s oddly poetic about it, quoting lines from songs mid-battle. Also, she carries a handkerchief and smells faintly of stage makeup and rosemary.

Robostus

Robostus is heavy metal and walking disaster recovery plan — basically a towering robot that stomps through things with a shrug and zero social skills. He’s blunt and loyal, like a big mechanical puppy that apologizes by fixing roofs, but also kind of confused about feelings (is it rust or a heart?). He’s built for impact and huge on functionality, yet there’s this little childlike wonder when he finds shiny screws. Sometimes he malfunctions and sings elevator music, which is both terrifying and adorable.

Sandboy

Sandboy is all sandy grins and coastal revenge plots — he manipulates dunes like a moody beachcomber with an attitude problem. Playful and mischievous, he loves building castles and then gleefully stomping them down (very immature, very satisfying). He’s got this wistful, lonely vibe too, like someone who misses summer even in the middle of a tantrum. Also, probably carries a seashell that he talks to, which is cute and slightly tragic.

Puppeteer

Puppeteer is equal parts creep and showman — obsessed with strings, marionettes, and making people move like toys, which is theatrical and also slightly mean. There’s this childlike delight in pulling levers and watching reactions, but also a pained loneliness under all the control-freak theatrics. He’ll dress everything up in vintage-circus couture and toss in a pun or two while he’s at it, because of course he will. Surprisingly nerdy about theater history and has a tiny glue-stained notebook of puppet jokes; I love/hate him.

Silencer

Silencer is low-key terrifying because she weaponizes silence — no shouting, just this chill, suffocating calm that steals voices and leaves you awkwardly mouthing words. She’s elegant and seriously petty in the best way, tends to brood in scarves and tap her watch like she’s waiting for drama to peak, which it always does. Paradox alert: she hates attention but orchestrates the quietest attention-grabbing stunts ever. Also has a thing for notebooks where she writes the exact times people stopped speaking, which is… a hobby?

Animan

Animan is wild, messy, and delightfully chaotic — biology class gone rogue, with animal instincts on full display and a wardrobe that includes feathers for reasons. Free-spirited and a little unpredictable, he can be sweet to a stray cat one moment and transform into a panther-sized problem the next. He’s got a soft spot for nature documentaries and horrible puns about paws, yet inexplicably collects ceramic frogs. Basically primal energy mixed with a surprisingly tender heart (tends to pet plants when stressed).