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I mean, let's look at the facts (for funsies)

She is a (primarily) black-haired, blue eyed teen girl who loves fashion design. She has a lot of black and red coloring. She has a huge looming responsibility that's main issue is the fact that so many people are depending on her for survival. She has a list of rules set by a mentor figure (whom she loved dearly) she can no longer contact, which she tries to respect but she doesn't always understand the rules. A major part of her growth is realizing when/where/if those rules should apply according to her beliefs/values. She has a bit of a temper at times (even comes off as dramatic), but she loves her friends dearly. She sees past the front he puts up after a bumpy start in their relationship.

He is a blonde eyed, celebrity teen who all the girls are in love with. His smile is fawned over and he makes her laugh. His dad is also a celebrity, who puts so much pressure on him being perfect that failure isn't an option. He's protective of his friends and has a heart of gold. He's childhood friends with a blonde girl who has 'I want to be like my mom' syndrome. To him these adventures are a fun way to show off because he needs it to be. Both of his main love interests wear red. His perfection is a mask, don't worry about it too much. He could have any girl he wants. He wants the one above.

Did I just describe Lizzie Hearts and Daring Charming or Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Adrien Agreste?

*sighs* me and my delusions holding onto every crumb of dizzie I can get

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Huh... a type of poem is the thing that was a huge deal with the star touched elves. Callum's dad was a poet and taught him about the stars.... including Leola's last wish.... interesting. Also, aren't haiku supposed to like he'll you picture something in nature. Couldn't that be reflective of how the star touched elves viewed Leola's punishment as a natural consequence to her perceived slight of the rules? It's just neat.

We are, all of us, stardust. Held together by love for an instant.

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Its kind of neat to think of their fancy dishes being completely mismatch. Like each kid as a China set designated to them that's their color, so for fancy meals there's just a wide array of different plate designs. Idk what the designs on the plates would be. Maybe bluebirds on Dick's? Or peacocks since he's such a showman? Hmm I can't think of any fitting the characters.

In the manor, the tupperware is color coded. The seats are color coded. The cups are color coded. Everything is.

However, the batkids have recently discovered they can just dye stuff and claim it as theirs. It does not end well.

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In Arkham they don't allow outside media in fear of the rouges getting any ideas. This leads to them treating the staff like their own personal TV show, this leads to a level of parasocial obsession that can often be detrimental (See Harley Quinn as a notable example). So when DR. Jazz Fenton comes in with subtle hinting of government conspiracies and a 'i've seen worse' attitude they are INVESTED. Meany of them are staying just for the show, their plans can wait they NEED to know this woman's backstory.

"hey it's been awfully quiet"

"Yeah, new hire at Arkham, it happens sometimes"

*3 months later*

"sooo"

"yeah something's definitely up"

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THIS!!!!! But also, it was never about her actual voice! It was about the ability to have her own thoughts and perspective and share them!

Ariel's voice is considered beautiful and unique! Just like her perspective is unique. She doesn't see humans and the surface world as barbaric, she sees it as beautiful and that's what Ariel wants her people (and father) to know! Her voice brings out the beauty of the lyrics she sings, and her perspective brings out the beauty of the human world!

King Triton tries to force Ariel to see things HIS way, to sing HIS (or technically Sebastian's) song. While it is because of him thinking this is what's best, it actually limits Ariel's influence as her unique perspective is ignored in favor of Triton's. (Limiting her figurative voice). Her giving up her voice was just the literal version of what King Triton had (somewhat unintentionally, somewhat intentionally) done to her. Ariel's choices were giving up her unique voice or her unique perspective.

I feel like nobody truly considers this. Imagine having an entire kingdom coo and awe over your voice, over your singing, but never your words. They were so ready to hear her, but they were never ready to listen to her. (Except for Flounder to the best of his ability <3)

And you know what? Eric saw her, he saw her perspective, nay he heard the pure elation of her soul. He didn't need her to have her literal unique voice because he heard the one inside her. He saw the wonder in her eyes as they spent time together. He saw all the beauty that he only saw in the sea and her. He heard what she was saying in those moments 'this is exciting and this is beautiful!!'

It wasn't her voice that was enchanting, it was her. If her voice was so enchanting, then she never would have to leave. Even if you argue that siren songs or whatever don't work on other mermaids, it was made clear that they still found her singing amazing and I just- their sooooo much more than that okay??

Sorry if this makes no sense, I just love them so much <3333

The "Eric never loved Ariel and was only spellbound by her voice" theory quite frankly needs to go away and never see the light of day ever again. It might sound "interesting" to many (it doesn't to me), but if people bothered to actually pay close attention to the movie for once in their entire lives, they would notice that the love was indeed genuine, otherwise Ursula wouldn't have transformed into Vanessa and literally enchanting Eric with her own magic powers through Ariel's voice. Ariel's voice serves the exact same purpose Snow White's looks serve: They are symbolic representations of virtue. The princes fall in love with them through that because of the fact that that very thing is representative of their benevolence, virtue and selflessness. This whole thing of reducing their romance to a spell makes me hella mad, ngl.

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Get to Know Your Character

Here are some questions to consider for character development:

What parts of their childhood trigger them?

How do they treat themselves when they're feeling sad?

What parts of themselves do they tend to hide?

How do they punish themselves when they make mistakes?

Who are they loyal to? Why?

Who do they avoid? Why?

What emotions or situations do they try to avoid? Why?

What angers them?

What are their insecurities?

What are their emotional triggers?

How do they feel about love?

What are their fears?

What is their relationship with their family like?

What kind of people do they tend to gravitate towards?

What do they like/dislike about themselves?

Happy writing ❤

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I've had this little idea in my head for a while now, so I decided to sit down and plot it out.

Disclaimer: This isn't meant to be some sort of One-Worksheet-Fits-All situation. This is meant to be a visual representation of some type of story planning you could be doing in order to develop a plot!

Lay down groundwork! (Backstory integral to the beginning of your story.) Build hinges. (Events that hinge on other events and fall down like dominoes) Suspend structures. (Withhold just enough information to make the reader curious, and keep them guessing.)

And hey, is this helps... maybe sit down and write a story! :)

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please please please please reblog if you’re a writer and have at some point felt like your writing is getting worse. I need to know if I’m the only one who’s struggling with these thoughts

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Come Again?

Part of the 'Marvelous Miracles (Please Disregard the Ghosts)' AU

It was an early, drowsy morning in Wayne Manor. Limited sunlight flittered through the manor's windows. A few chirps came from outside, while Titus' barks harmonized along. Alfred had errands, so Bruce stood by the coffee machine as he read the morning paper. There was a faint crash sound from somewhere in the manor. Like I said, a drowsy morning in Wayne manor.

Briefly looking up, Bruce noticed one of their most recent visitors walking in to kitchen. Despite the faint eyebags under them, his blue eyes sparkled with mischief. His black hair was messy and his mouth pulled back in a giant grin. Bruce could practically hear the incoming puns. For a single moment, Bruce is younger and staring at his recently acquired ward, Dick Grayson. Joyful warmth fights against ice-cold fear for one, nostalgic moment.

His reminiscing was cut short by the boy calling out.

"Morning, B." He smiles as he is brought back to the present. This is Danny, not Dick. Sometimes that can be a hard thing for Bruce to remember. Though similar, the two boys were not the same person.

"How are you, Danny?"

"Oh, I'm in high spirits, like that of a shellfish mollusk." Danny chirped as he grabbed an apple. He took a large bite out of the apple as he floated through the floor. Bruce stared at where Danny had once stood.

They are definitely not the same person. Oh, who is he kidding, Danny is just as unhinged as Dick.

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In a dark cave a figure sat at a large computer. The computer left an eerie glow across his face. He typed away quickly, and occasionally sipped from a green can. The person only glanced away once a figure floated through the ceiling. He continued to type as the being got closer.

"Yo, Tim! I heard you were down here all night. What gives?" Tim glanced over.

"Big case, lost track of time. Could you power down, you're too bright." He replied. He started to consider the case again. Maybe they used a secret entrance? No. Maybe they were phasers like Danny? But there aren't any metas on town other than Danny who can do that. So a new player?

A snap brought him out of his musings. He turned back to Danny.

"I swear, you and Mars get distracted at the fall of a cap."

"Yeah, mhmm... wait what?" Tim turned back, only to find Danny gone.

Why does his family get weirder with each addition?

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Bookshelves lined the walls and began at the floor, reaching for the ceiling. Dim moonlight shone through the gigantic windows. Armchairs and footrests littered the room in all different sizes and colors. In fact, one of the bookcases that didn't quite reach the ceiling had various purple, pink and blue cushions on the very top. This was Danny's planned destination as he flopped onto one that had galaxy patterns embroidered on it. He leaned back and stared up at the ceiling, where accurate constellations stared back.

Mentally tracing the patterns, he let the soft "who's" of owls flying about soothe his soul. He began to faintly "who" back as a pink cushion beside him shifted. He didn't acknowledge the person. Light humming flew out of the person. He felt his lips twitch when he realized the other person was swaying in in tandem with the owls' swoops.

"Nightmares?" Marinette asked. Her blue-grey eyes remained fixated on the owls flying around the bats. Her fingers dug into her skin. He furrowed his eyebrows. There was only one reason either of them would come up here this late.

"....What did you really want to ask?" He assumed that her fingers twitched, like they normally do when someone's a little too blunt, but he didn't bother checking. He heard her breathe in deeply.

"Do you think life would be easier if we were," She hesitated. The humming resumed as she tried to figure out what to say.

"...normal?" He provided.

"Yeah." Her voice was small, and he couldn't help remembering Ellie.

"Not really. Our lives would just be a different type of hard, but without eachother." He hummed thoughtfully, "lawn growth is constantly a better shade of jade on the contrary edge of the yard partition, and all that jazz."

For the first time that night, it was completely silent.

...

"Danny, what the heck does that mean?" Realization crossed his face as Marinette sat up straight. "I mean the first part made sense, but what was this about a yard?"

His lips quirked up into a genuine smile and he turned to explain it to her. A playful glow filled his face as he explained.

"My english teacher back in Amity kept getting on my friends and I for using the same idioms all the time, so we decided to mix it up."

"So that was just a rare eniglish idiom?" She continued to stare at him in confusion, and a hint of exasperation. He laughed.

"Not exactly, we used the same idioms, but with synonyms instead. He thought it was funny at first, but quickly changed his mind. Guess it became a habit, huh?"

"So this is a case of you being weird, not the english language?" She stared at him for a second. His grin grew as he shrugged. A small, disbelieving laugh filled the silence.

"Sooo, what brought the sudden case of the gloomies?" He asked. Her smile dimmed and she turned to the windows again.

"I was thinking about home." His eyebrows furrowed in sympathy. He placed a hand on her shoulder.

"You miss Paris?"

"Yes... No? I don't know." He's caught off guard for a moment. She continued, "I do miss it, but I don't want to go back there. Atleast not to stay? I feel so relaxed here, but everytime I portal home, I feel this dread. Does that make me a bad daughter? A bad friend? That even after the rumors blow over I don't want to go back? I mean what kind of per-"

"Whoa, whoa. Secure your stallions, lady." He winced. Not the time. "You aren't a bad person for wanting to be in a place that make you feel safe, instead of one where you've fought for your life on multiple occasions. You need to remember that, okay?"

She opened her mouth to argue, but he covered it with his hand. He shook his head at her.

"I'm serious Mars! You have a right to want something better than that!" He slowly removed his hand, quickly returning it when it looked like she was going to argue. She grumbled something. He raised his eyebrow and slowly removed his hand.

"Alright! Alright!" She waved her arms infront of herself. Relief seeped into her veins. "Just stop with the terrible replacement idioms!"

Danny gasped.

"Terrible!? Says you! You use the most ridiculous replacement cusses!"

"It was an act of solidarity with Adrien!"

"And? 'What the gosh flippin darn?' is what you settled on?" She rolled here eyes, but a smile tugged at her lips.

"We have never said that!"

"Like 'What is the name of camembert cheese?' is much better." Her eyes narrowed. He stuck his tongue out in response. They stared at each other for a long moment.

"You want to help me make cookies?" She asked as she climbed down the book case.

"Heck yeah." He replied.

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I know, you know, that I'm not telling the truth~

Lol, I'm watching psych right now this timing is great!

*Dick witnesses a house get robbed and Bruce wants in on the case so Dick takes him to show him the house*

Bruce: All right, which one?

Dick: That one.

Bruce: Yeah? Well that’s a stupid house to rob.

Dick: Does anyone live up to your standards? Maybe we can get a hold of the burglar’s number. You can call. Tell him how disappointed you are.

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Popular Batfam Beliefs That are NOT Canon

I'm gonna start by saying that if you have your opinion on these, it's totally okay! And if you want to include these ideas in fanon, that's fine too. This is only for people who wanna know more about canon, or those who may accidentally be spreading wrong information. I'm not a big comic reader, so do lmk if my research is incorrect, please.

"Tim Drake is/was the CEO of Wayne Enterprises. " This is actually incorrect, Tim Drake was never the CEO of Wayne Enterprises! I think he is a majority shareholder from what various people have told me. Lucius Fox is the CEO. Tim might play some part, I'm not sure, but not the CEO.

"Dick Grayson was a bad brother to Jason Todd." Dick may not have been the best brother as he wasn't around much, but he definitely wasn't horrible. Although he was still upset with Bruce, he actually gave Jason advice on being Robin when they stole the Batmobile together. They had their issues throughout their lives for sure. But Dick was actually really upset when Jason died because no one had told him. He wasn't even able to attend his funeral because he was in space and when he came back he had to figure it out himself.

"Tim Drake is addicted to coffee." I get where this is coming from, but there are very few references of Tim actually drinking much coffee, let alone being addicted to it haha. But, since this headcanon was so popular, it was adopted in the Wayne Family Adventures webtoon comic. I do think he is a workaholic, maybe a little like Bruce, but I'm not sure since I don't read about him much and he's pretty excluded in movies/shows.

Nicknames. Specifically "replacement". Jason actually NEVER called Tim replacement. He did call him pretender, but replacement is used so commonly that people think it's canon. I guess I can see where it's coming from. Other nicknames that are popularly used by fans may be canon but aren't used that often. "Little Wing" was used by Dick to Jason in Nightwing: Year One when Jason was Robin. I don't think it's been used again, but it is super cute. "Jaybird" is not something Dick or Bruce call Jason, it's only used by Roy Harper, seriously sometimes people forget he exists. There are many other nicknames like these ofc but there are way better posts to explain these (I may have reblogged one, so check it out).

5. Some Dick Grayson info that isn't canon but is popularly used in fanon and is pretty cute: Zitka. The elephant Zitka is definitely canon, and actually, I looked it up and there are some adorable panels on these two omg. So yes, he had an elephant named Zitka in the circus who he cared for a lot, but no he does not have an elephant stuffed toy no matter how cute that may be. He is also not addicted to cereal just as Tim isn't addicted to coffee, but a fellow commenter informed me it is his favorite food! One thing I've noticed though is if fans see something in one panel, they make it a huge deal lol. Another popular one is that Dick and Bruce fought a lot in front of Jason. They didn't. They definitely avoided each other and were going through a rough patch but they seldom yelled at each other in front of Jason. So yeah, idk what's up with that.

DAMN. You made it to the end, congratulations, and good job because you have a lot of patience. That's all for now, my fingers are cramping :( . Feel free to ask some questions below, or correct me if I'm wrong! Thanks for reading!

-> ivy out <3

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TWST’s Magic Mirror

Wait a minute. I was lowkey having a mental breakdown (cater vibes) until I realized something about the Dark Mirror- or specifically what Crowley said about magestones that may change what we know about the Dark Mirror.

The magestone is the figurative heart of ANY magical artifact…Crowley says this in the prologue as response to the broken chandelier. Hm? ANY magical artifact? Including the Dark Mirror?

And suddenly, it clicked.

See, I’ve had these photos saved for a while, because I knew something was wrong with the Magic Mirror and Dark Mirror. They didn’t look alike, despite having similar powers and appearance. And for now, I’m still assuming that the Dark Mirror IS the Magic Mirror, just a little twisted. After all, I feel like if it was a replica, it would’ve been mentioned at least once.

About a month ago, I took the time to read through all the chats, and what Rook and Vil claim about the Magic Mirror confused me even more

Hm?? They mention in the chats AND in Book 5 TWICE about “IF the Magic mirror still existed.” The mirror is clearly respected, and Pomefiore knows a lot of lore about the Evil Queen, like her apple trees, the well, the robes.

And yet could they not realize that the Magic Mirror is literally the Dark Mirror…unless it’s been tampered with that no one recognizes it as THE original?

See, what clicked to me is the missing red gems from the Dark Mirror. I knew these were missing, but I never realized what this meant until today. Those gems must have been the Dark Mirror’s MAGESTONES, Aka it’s figurative heart. Look at the Dark Mirror and at the sides where the gemstones would be: there’s clearly an empty socket/space. As if…someone stolen the mirrors “heart”. It’s why the frame of the Dark Mirror looks so faded- the magic was seeped away from the entire artifact.

And since magical artifacts have magestones, could let “Overblot�� too? The idea of an object Overblotting sounds silly, but the Dark Mirror isn’t just any artifact. The Magic mirror from Snow White canon has a spirit inside (or multiple if you like my “Meleanor is trapped in the mirror” theories haha). And from a 1950s brochure on Snow White, it specified that the spirit used to be the Evil Queen’s familiar demon.

So if it has a soul, it can Overblot too, yes?

And as we know from the Spectral Soirée, the Dark Mirror specifically can be manipulated to do some incredibly powerful magic- even host another world inside. Perhaps someone (cough Crowley) forced the magic mirror to do something impossibly powerful? Like permanently another soul (Meleanor)? Or perhaps create a “mirror” world inside it, like Twisted Wonderland?? Or does the Magic Mirror’s gems have a hidden power to them?

Speculation aside, I found even more odd was in an interview with the TWST voice actors, they all showed up in person- except for Malleus’ VA who “wasn’t invited.” And interestingly enough, they used the MAGIC Mirror for Malleus to speak though. See how it’s golden and it has those three red gems? Why would TWST bother with remaking the Hall of Mirrors background just for an interview?

But then I had ANOTHER realization. In the first Anniversary TWST animation, it opened up with Grim walking through a mysterious hallway, which I’ve talked about before. That theory is a bit wishywashy haha, but the point is, the camera focuses on a frame of…the MAGIC mirror. Although it’s barely visible, you can see the golden details and the red gem at the bottom.

The TWST creators didn’t have to remake the Hall of Mirrors background for the voice actor interview at all. They already have this image prepared in their files- with a clear distinction between the Magic Mirror and the Dark Mirror.

…This was a huge rabbit hole haha ∑(ﾟДﾟ) But there’s something to unlock from this case, I just know it!!!

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okay, but I loved this episode so much!

The way that they were in the tunnel of love and Percy was saying maybe his mom didn't prepare him- and the light behind him darkens/lessens. And then when Annabeth said she did the light was just as bright, if not brighter, than before he said that.

The way that Ares made some comment about family pushing each other down stairs, but because of fighting and selfishness. Meanwhile, half-bloods are pushing each other down stairs to save each other, to do what needs to be done. A perfect representation of how the half-bloods are being taught to be like the gods, but their still different in a way that the gods will never understand, because of the half-bloods' human nature that they've still maintained even if the gods have forgotten.

The fact that Aphrodite was exchanged for Hera and Percy sat down for Annabeth. The difference being, Annabeth DIDN'T give up and cave to Hephaestus. She wouldn't leave him behind, because that's not what REAL family does. But Hera was willing to leave Aphrodite to Hephaestus without question.

And another thing that I doubt was intentional: while the lack of robot spiders made me slightly sad, the very little fighting they've done is another amazing parallel to the gods. The half-bloods are being taught and trained to fight, but their still kids and half human. They don't get to much fighting, but the gods do! All the time!

I mean, they practically told us the difference! Ares and Grover talked about how nobody remembers the quick, less bloody wars; they remember the big wars that last a while or kill so many people. The Greek gods don't remember the quick wars either! They fight and cause so much destruction for their own desires, and never consider the humane option. BUT Percy and Annabeth? Grover? Their all about lessening damage. "How can I make this happen fast without causing problems? (Unless it's for the gods -Percy)"

But yeah anyway I loved that episode....

Percy’s “I don’t think she’s like that” and Annabeth’s “He isn’t that way” are groundbreaking. Here are these two kids in the middle of this twisted situation of the gods just trying to survive and figure each other out yet they are willing to see the good in each other and know that they are better than the gods because of that kindness and optimism

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That was amazing!!

House rule: when Tim falls asleep on you, you cannot, under any circumstances, move. It's cat rules. You can't get up to pee. You can't get yourself water or a snack or the TV remote. You're stuck until he wakes up. Good luck.

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shein has taken down the selling of the israeli flag, stopped its collaborations with the country's influences and also cancelled free delivery services to the country. do you know how fucking insidious you have to be for SHEIN to cut ties with you??? SHEIN???!!!

it makes me physically ill. a Palestinian on twitter's last post was about burying their six-year-old cousin without his head. a Palestinian boy on youtube dreamt of 100k subscribers on his gaming channel. and yesterday he reached 500k, but he has been killed in the bombing of the gaza strip. the class of 2023-24 in Palestine has ended early because there is no student left alive. literal children who were the teachers, artists, doctors, scientists, scholars, writers, engineers of tomorrow.

when is it enough? statistics released by Palestinian officials about the numbers of martyred isn't enough. photographs and videos of fathers scurrying to piece together their children by gathering their body parts isn't enough. presscons surrounded by dead bodies beside a bombed hospital isn't enough.

yet, somehow, the narrative they are pushing is conflict between two faiths. it is absolutely not. this is no religious conflict. this is colonization, occupation, genocide. it's systematic oppression of Palestine and its people.

the word peace has never angered me as much as it has now. and it should anger you too. there can be no peace under violent oppression. there can be no peace after 75 years of ethnic cleansing. there can be no peace in occupied Palestine.

peace is the product of white supremacy, they prod and kill anyone other than them but when retaliation occurs, it is suddenly rabid savages, unjust savages...

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Marvelous Miracles (Please Disregard the Ghosts)

Note: bold and italic means that it is said in french.

First, Prev,

'In. Out.' Marinette thinks to herself as she clambers out of the van.

"Here you go, Miss Marinette." She feels her nose crinkle in displeasure as she turns to accept her suitcase.

"Just Marinette, please." She feels her eyebrows furrow as Alfred chuckles quietly. Bewilderment spreads through her as he just keeps walking up the steps. Realizing she's being left behind, she rushes forward. She's just in time for him to reach the door. She turns to him to repeat herself when she hears a crash.

Spinning around to face the oak door, she finally takes in the sight around her. A vast, stone building looms infront of her. The manor's windows are small, but plentiful and built with stone mullions. The manor is clearly old with all the chips she could see in the stone. Gray skies threaten rain and pale vines blanket the walls.

'Goth and elegant, just like Juleka.' As soon as the thought forms, a rush of inspiration and aching loneliness fills her. Pushing aside both, she pulls out her phone to take a picture.

Her thumb hovers over the button as the feeling of being watched overcomes her again. Her grip tightens. She finally understands how people can feel like they're suffocating even when they're outside. The overwhelming sense of walls closing in, inch by inch. A pressure presses against her neck and cuts off her air flow.

Another abrupt crash brings her back to reality. She takes in a large, greedy breath. Feeling the air fill her lungs grounds her slightly. She opens her eyes, and shudders when everything appears to be tinted green.

"Miss Marinette, are you alright?" She turns towards the voice hesitantly. Meeting Alfred's eyes, she goes to answer when the front door slams open. A young man rushes out, his black hair being the only distinguishable thing as he runs through.

"I'm going to kill you Drake!" Another blur yells. The limited sunlight glints off the sheen of metal. The second blur tackles the first and their both sent tumbling down the remaining steps.

"I do hope you both decided to wash your own clothes, since you've clearly decided to ruin them." Alfred cuts in. The blurs freeze before scrambling apart. There before her stands two boys.

One appears to be nineteen, with incredibly pale skin and calculating blue eyes. The other boy has forest green eyes and looks to be about twelve. She watches as the older boy takes a knife out of the other boy's hands and throws it to the side. Why does he have a knife? The boys stand straight and tall. The youngest's face scrunches into a scowl.

"Really, another one?" The boys say in sync. Seeing that the boys were close to murdering each other, Alfred steps in.

"Master Tim, Master Damian, if you would please refrain from attempted murder infront of our guest, that would be wonderful."

"So successful murder is still on the table, then?" The shorter boy says dryly. Marinette watches in awe as Alfred raises his eyebrow and the boys reluctantly shuffle inside. Following them into the foyer of the mansion, Marinette eyes everything around her with bug eyes. Alfred clears his throat, staring at the boys pointedly.

"Oh, right, I'm Tim and you are?" The older boy greets. Taking a closer look, Marinette sees that eyebags as dark as an abyss weigh down his eyes.

"Uh, Marinette, Marinette Dupain-Cheng." He nods solemnly.

"Cool. Bye." She flounders as he walks off. She hears Alfred sigh behind her.

"I guess that means you're Da-" She stops as she realizes that Damian is no longer with them. "What in camembert cheese is happening?"

She ignores Alfred's quiet "pardon?" and turns to a man descending the stairs. His black hair falls into a careless look, but his dark blue eyes are full of careful consideration. He appears very relaxed, which should've been her first clue that things were only going to get worse.

"Hello! I'm Dick! You must be Marinette."

"I- yeah?...Isn't that a cuss word?" She mumbles.

"It's an old nickname for Richard." He replies breezily. Marinette nods her head.

"Yeeeaaahhh, Alfred may you please take me to my room now? Or back to Paris, atleast I'm used to the crazy there."

Alfred smiles at her warmly and Dick laughs. Heat blooms across her face. She crosses her arms as she tries not to throw her arms up in exasperation.

"Tired of us already? And here I was, hoping you'd enjoy your stay here." A man in a suit says from her left. Another person with black hair and blue eyes She feels her eyes widen as she realizes who he is.

"Th- that's not what I m- meant Mr. Wayne! I'm really grateful for you helping me out and-" Bruce Wayne smiles and cuts off her rambling with a wave.

"I'm just joking, Ms. Dupain-Cheng."

The next hour is a blur for Marinette as she goes through a brief tour and Bruce lists off the ground rules. When she finally gets to her very large guest room, her mind is whirling. Her phone lights up as a shrill ringing fills the room. She reaches for the phone and answers it absent-mindedly.

"Hey Nathaniel..."

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So many lore thoughts aaahhhh

The sheer potential of a DC × MARVEL × DP × MLB crossover makes me giddy. Their lore individually is so much fun to play with, but together? Vibrating in place at the thought.

For example, the Lazarus Pits.

Quick explanation of Ra's al Ghul in DC (from what I remember so take it with a grain of salt): being interested in science, he becomes a healer. He is ordered to heal the Sultan's son. He finds the Lazarus Pits and heals the Sultan's son, but his wife (Sora) is killed anyways. He overthrows the sultan and becomes the demon head, using the Lazarus Pits as he pleases.

Now, in most DC × MLB crossovers the Lazarus Pits form because of a wish.

In most DC × DP crossovers, the Lazarus Pits are just contaminated ectoplasm.

But hear me out.... its so much fun as both.

Ra's al Ghul is getting desperate, there isn't a science formula he can find that will heal the prince. Noticing his determination, a young monk who was victim to bandits lends him a magic jewel, the ox miraculous. As long as he helps the monk with his thief problem, he can use the ox miraculous during his more dangerous experiments. Al Ghul is running out of time when he finally finds the last two jewels, in two different very hard to get to places. He finally gets the jewels back for the monk, but the monk wants the ox back too. He isnt having it, using the jewels, Ra's al Ghul makes a wish. A wish for a substance that heals almost anything.

Slight problem, the substance bursts from a hole punched through the literal earth and does not belong on the surface. The wish demands balance, every time the Pits are used, it draws ectoplasm from the Ghost Zone. Sora still dies and Ra's al Ghul still overthrows the Sultan, but now the "Demon's Head" holds more weight as he literally had horns like a demon when transformed, oh yeah and the crack? It grows. Lazarus Pits pop up everywhere and the more the used, the sicker the Ghost Zone and its inhabitants get.

I got another one for you: Atlantis, this one makes me internally squeal a little.

Marvel: There is alot to expand upon here, but the parts I'll focus on is that, when still above water it was a place of barbarism and constant war, and was sunk by the Deviants.

DC: Again, a lot to unpack, but with a nice side of DC-can't-make-up-it's-mind. In general, Atlantis was very advanced in both magic and tech before sinking and reasons for sinking vary a lot based on the version(?) Idk im not awake enough to do a deep dive into their lore again. Atlantis and its empire splintered into seven(?) successor kingdoms. (Not including some outliers in their multiple Earth chaos)

All MLB gives us is that Plagg (black cat miraculous) had some part in it sinking.

But how I picture it:

A crazy person was trying to take over Atlantis. He had somehow gotten his hands on the black cat miraculous and was brutal, entire villages wiped out without hesitation. He slowly builds power. It's an age of barbarism and brutality. A few clans and kingdoms of Atlantis band together and form a more advanced civilization, thats still riddled with some power struggles. Atlantis is split in two, barbarism vs advancement. At on point Plagg gets free, and in an attempt to help and maybe steal some cheese he uses cataclysm. His cataclysm disrupts the tectonic plates Atlantis sits on. Years pass with Atlantis teetering over the edge, when it all comes to head one day. The technologically advanced Atlantis was having problems with their tech that made the unstable plates worse. Meanwhile, the barbaric Atlantis was being attacked by Deviants. The crazy person from before though? Didn't care. He had been looking for the Ladybug miraculous to make a wish and had finally found it. Unfortunately for him, he died before he could make the wish. Fortunately for the rest of Atlantis, Nooroo takes pity on them and transforms all people of Atlantis into varying degrees of fish people. Some relied soley on tech that Nooroo had transformed, while other had blue skin and webbed feet. Atlantis does split into many kingdoms, but now there are two kingdoms fighting for the right to be Atlantis. Centuries of stealing from one another and fighting has made it unclear which one is technically the original, but throughout all the ocean the people of the sea curse and cower from the name of Plagg.

But yeah..... I'm to tired to continue my ramble. But the point is so much Lore Potential.