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acefrogmonarch · 5 years ago

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Headcanons

It’s very specific to my own story but if it inspires you in some way, then I’m glad it came in handy

Best friends Adrien and Mari

Diana hearing tales of Ladybug or Lady Luck. Her mother not telling her that she is Lady Luck.

Marinette not minding if she died in her sleep, Alya gets very worried. “It’s peaceful, no pain, no fear, just tranquility. This just makes Alya feel more guilty for not being there.

Damian really wants to test Mari, ever since that video and since she threatened him.

after getting to know Marinette better, Damian calls her beautiful and other compliments in Arabic. like my flower, and my radiant sun.

Marinette thinks its teasing until one day she sees the way how he says it and how soft he looks. She allows herself to fall deeper in love.

She and Adrien have revealed and tried to date but both ended up not making each other happy or content.

late hour talks about things, embarrassing stuff they share and confirming each other’s disappearance for peers. Gets very complicated once JL gets in to help. Year 3 they reveal. Year 6, it ends. Hawkmoth is gone.

everyone thinks they are dating, in reality, they’re just best friends and not even Alya knows how much they’ve shared

Mayura/Natalie is showing up less and less but always makes a great senti monster when it counts

Damian keeps his guards up around Marinette and her friends when they meet as civilians

Marinette is worried that it’s another guy asking to see her throat so before Damian even speaks she threatens him to keep shut about it unless he wants a beating.

it’s said that Damian was smitten by that point.

the same issue arises when she gets another injury after her throat is no longer red and raw. The new ones are on her ribs and chest.

its date night for them and a group of guys start asking to see her ‘battle scar’ and dramatically shows them.

Because they recognize her from the news. And you know assholes.

Or or. She tells off about how this isn’t some sideshow and no matter how ugly a scar it tells their trauma and story. both at the same time.

Alya, Jason, and dick were tailing them because it’s their second date and no one has any idea where their first one was.

(Raven helped Damian set up the first one.)

They record every moment.

sometimes when its bad Mari gets claustrophobic but is very subtle about her panic. she scratches one of her main arteries that run up and down on her neck, she does it subconsciously, once one side is hurting she moves onto the other one.

Damian caught her one time and she’s like what? she pulls away and the panic sets again and she’s resisting the urge to just scratch harder, so she settles for twiddling her thumbs.

Mari has ADHD, it’s mellowed a lot since childhood. Insomnia plays in on that and she hates not moving, its hero instinct and her nature.

Nino’s the kind to go with the flow kind but he sees this rift that Lila makes and just disappears

Alya always notices so she goes finds him

Now it’s a test to see if she doesn’t do it one day that he knows shes changed

Nino doesn’t know what to do he has to be adult about it, he tells Alya but is rejected, saying that “he just always go with the flow and sometimes he has to go with his flow

so he takes a break on Alya and says he’s going to further his career before Alya can even figure out who she is.

and Alya is just really confused because she knows who she is and is mad at Nino. Nino never felt more relieved when they finally got back together after the whole Incident ™.

Risk (the bat fam find out the hard way to never ask Mari to a game)

Bruce and Tim went head to head with Mari and almost won (After they were scared to death)

Tim was with some of Mari’s friends and it was game night, they were naive then. Tim started listing off board games and Nino tries to stop him before he says the name "ris-”

Max starts to panic, “He got to s, HE GOT TO S!!” they try to calm him down.

Mari knocks on the door once and they turn to look and It’s her and they are freaking the fuck out.

Damian says one moment they were together and then disappeared in the next.

They were on the other side of the city, it was a 40-minute drive out.

Alfred doesn’t know how she came in, neither does bruce. The cameras caught nothing; no glitches, no loops she was just found their one moment.

Nooroo is passed to Lila but they capture the peacock and its cure, but Emilie not so much. Gabrial calls his apprentice to be Natalie.

Mari asks if Lila had something to do with this.

Dami witness Maris worst and best, as both her and ladybug, vice versa

She does come to terms about how one is not without the other, she learns this from Damian “I am an Al Ghul, a Wayne and a Robin, but goddamnit Mari I’m mother fucking Damian first.”

its the first time he’s yelled at her, she takes it to heart, she was smitten

they court for the longest fucking time. Its 4 years after they unofficial court and he proposes in the middle of a fight they are both smitten for each other.

once the Adrien crush is gone she gives him all his premade presents and makes the chest her fabric chest.

D: “MARINETTE DUPAIN-CHENG WE LIVE IN A MANSION WHY ARE YOU EATING CEREAL OUT OF A PLASTIC TABLEWARE”

M: “YOU ATE CEREAL WITH A FORK BEFORE AND YOU DON’T SEE ME COMPLAINING”

Tim is the only one to point out what happened to the bowls, Alfred no longer questions it.

Running to where Marinette is, he exposed her. “I KNOW WHAT YOU DID TO THE BOWLS MARI”

Mari slurps up cereal out of plastic tableware for a long time they lock eyes. Very quietly she whispers. “Tikki” “Spots on.” And yeets outta the window.

She calls Damian later after a couple of hours. “Is it okay to come home.” Damian is cackling. “I don’t know what you did to make Tim mad but I love it.”

“At the expense of Tim, I’ll take it.” It’s the first time he’s ever remotely said the L-word.

Tim: Did you just give me your leftover food? Jason: “Yeah” T: What am I? Your second-hand bitch? J: no you’re my main bitch T: Wait then that means you have other bitches J: what you think I’m a one hoe pimp?

Mini Ladd Memes

T: “You wanna see my penis.” crouched like a gremlin and moving towards. Marinette IMMEDIATELY turning to Tim. “SVEBE!” Damian looking at the two in disgust. “Disgusting”

The two look in shock and can’t stop laughing because they have no idea if he actually knows what they're talking about but neither answers him when he asks why they laugh now.

Bruce has caught Tim and Mari going “MMMMMMMMM” and T posing to each other. Mari goes red and super embarrassed about it, Tim never lets her forget. Its called “coming out to dad” between the two.

Nino doesn’t want to touch this and he won’t.

“Leave my eight-foot-tall son alone,” Marinette says this as Tim is perched on the bat computer. They chuckle and try to get through the bit but can’t stop laughing.

“robin an actual robin, go my vegan birdy.” Drunk Mari at some point. like shes 18 and can drink

Other stuff

(shared on the maribat discord) Sometimes when Marinette picks something up, something behind her away falls onto the floor. “Mom, it happened again.” It’s the same object but somewhere else. Picks up her pencil and a random pencil rolls down to her feet.

At one point Tim dared Marinette to pick someone up from the Bat fam. Before she even attempts to pick up Damian, she asked everyone to gather. Once that was done, she let out a big “Sorry!” and picks up Damian.

Tim ate shit, the rest of batfam have no clue what happened

Tikki says its the balance from her luck from being Ladybug. She later notices that she’s not as clumsy as before, Damian says it's her confidence showing and they share a moment

Damian to Marinette at some point. “Stop taking pictures of my food Mari”

#daminette #maribat #marinette x damian #damian x marinette #headcanons #ididsomething #riskmarinette #risk #mari #marinette dupain cheng #Sorry for using some stuff that isn't mine

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119chickens · 6 years ago

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*got this off insta because I couldn’t find it on their tumblr, I just really liked this prompt*

Day 1

If god was a woman, then of course the devil was too. How to describe her? Well, her eyes were a dark brown that when tested would smolder and light with a fiery passion not many had. That’s what I saw originally, before the fear of where I was set in. Hell was desolate place, the only comfort was the screams of agony from a far off distance. All around me were black shards of obsidian, the only break in the landscape was bursts of fire from the ground every now and then. If I gazed to far into the distance my vision became slightly fuzzy, and I couldn’t make out what was next. However when I looked in one direction it was clear, and all I could see was dark mountains in the distance.

After a few moments more people began to appear beside me; collectively I thought we made a couple thousand. I wasn’t quite sure what to call how they became next to me, they were an indistinct shadow at first. Then as time went on (what was it? Hours, minutes?) they slowly began to take form, and color. It was almost like they were fazing next to me. As they did they seemed to be from all different walks of life the only similar thing between us all was they seemed just as confused and terrified as I did. A few were whimpering nonsense, such as ‘make them go away’ or ‘it’s getting too hot’.

I wasn’t quite sure what we were waiting for, or where we were exactly, but I did remember one thing. There was another place besides this one, my home. It didn’t have the bleak surroundings this one did, instead vibrant senses and happier people. Something was wrong with my memory, I knew I was missing something but I had no clue what it was. This kept my busy for however long we had been standing there, and eventually a woman appeared.

If the eyes are the windows to the soul, this woman had the most beautiful soul I had ever seen. I hadn’t ever thought as brown eyes to be captivating, but hers held me in a gaze unlike any other. It was if she was searching my soul, as if she saw me for exactly who I was, flaws and all. I was falling into those eyes, and suddenly they took a turn I wasn’t expecting. The safe, alluring feeling I had been slowly becoming trapped in switched to something more sinister. I felt like I was standing naked before her, and not in the way I’d like, rather as if I was lying on a surgical table as she cut me open. Memories that had to have been mine flooded through my mind before quickly abrupting. I had apparently fallen to my knees during this time, and I placed a hand to steady me for a moment. There was a slight ringing in my ears and my vision was dark as I gasped for air. My body seized and the land underneath me seemed to pitch. After a while everything seemed to steady. When I no longer felt nauseous, I carefully stood. My knees were weak, and I could feel they’d been cut by the obsidian floor, but not seriously. The only other part of my body that was bleeding seemed to be my nose. I tried to clean it with my sleeve as I looked around, but all the others were still on their knees with varying degrees of pain and stress.

The woman was watching them with what I’d describe as a bored and unimpressed demeanor. For whatever reason her eyes seemed less captivating now, enough for me to focus on the rest of her. A dark complexion, hair up in an Afro with two horns just poking out of it, simple black jeans and plaid shirt, and bright red lipstick. I was starting to remember only bits and pieces of my life, but I knew without a doubt she was the most gorgeous being I had ever seen. The woman on the other hand seemed to have finally noticed me, and her brow furrowed. She seemed confused for whatever reason. I knew I was probably clearly drooling over her with a stupid lovestruck expression, so there was no way I could mess it up even worse right?

“So uh, you come here often? Or are you a first timer like me?” I asked with an awkward smile. She looked unamused, and I mouthed ‘okay’ while slightly rocking on my heels and swinging my arms back then bringing them together, one as a fist and the other flat.

“I’m the Devil, I live here.” She replied with an icy tone enough to cool her surroundings a few degrees.

I opened my mouth to reply, but was cut off by a man near by. He was in a business suit in a style I couldn’t quite recognize. The man was sobbing on his knees, and crawling towards the woman.

“Oh god… please… don’t do this… I’ll give you whatever you want… money, power, anything!” He was dragging himself to her, but something was off. When I had fallen to the ground my knees were all cut and bloodied, as he drug himself through the obsidian shards his suit and body stayed in perfect condition.

She glanced at him and simply said, “Wrath, and Lust.”

He disappeared a second later into mist with a shriek of fear. Everything fell into place rather quickly as the woman began to walk to each person whispering one, though occasionally two or three, deadly sins. Each person disappeared into mist until it was only us two.

“What’s your deadly sin? By the looks of it I’m hoping for lust.” I grinned, in another soon to be failed attempt at flirting with her.

She started at me in silence, and I wasn’t sure what to do, so I did the first thing that came to mind.

I made finger guns at her, “get it? It’s because you’re hot.”

She rolled her eyes and let out a long sigh before finally speaking, “Of course I’m hot, were in hell. Though I have no idea why you’re here in all honesty. I can’t identify a single dominant sin in you. Which means you either have all 7 in you or none of them. Based on what’s in your personal hell I’m assuming the latter. Which begs the question of how you got here.”

I pretended to be thoughtful for a moment before in full seriousness, “I know why.”

She glanced at me suspiciously before I continued with, “I don’t know if you know this but I have a rare condition that’s quite serious. It’s called cyroaudiovascularmalexia. Basically if I don’t get enough blood flow to my ears they will slowly freeze and fall off, and it will spread to my inner ear and brain. There’s no cure except one. I need to constantly warm my ears and the only material soft enough in the inner thighs of the most beautiful and thick girl. I’ve searched in the living and dead, the only girl beautiful and thick enough is you. I came to hell to find you. I need you to sit out my face for medical reasons.”

During my little speech she grew more and more impatient and irritated with me. However I didn’t memorize that long ass paragraph to falter now. If I was going to be stuck in hell for the rest of my life, I might as well make myself at home.

“What is wrong with you? That’s not a real disease! I just don’t understand-“ she let out an irritated growl and her eyes began to smoulder- literally smoulder-, “Am I not terrifying to you?”

I paused, “No particularly, like I know you could probably kill me, well again, but-“

She waved her hand, “No, no, what do I look like to you, mortal?”

“Uh, hot?”

“Oh for the love of-“ she paused as if realizing something, “You’re not what the mortals call a ‘monster fucker’ are you?”

I blinked for a moment, caught off guard by her statement before finally shaking my head, “No, but I guess I could be for you…?”

“What do I look like to you then? A demon? A mortal? A void?” She asked, pacing around me.

“No, none of those… you have brown eyes, dark skin, human I guess,” I didn’t move, for whatever reason I had a feeling to let her size me up.

“Interesting. Only a handful of beings see me that way.” She seemed to be talking to herself at that point, “but what to do? You can’t be punished if you don’t have a dominant sin, but I can’t leave you here to wander around and escape into the living. Dad won’t take you if he’s sent you here, which leaves only one option. The cellar.”

At this I turned to look at her, as she had stopped directly behind me, “The cellar is where you keep your bondage toys then, yes? I prefer to wait for M/S and bondage on the third date but who am I to say no?”

She gave me a blank expression before finally saying, “I hate you more than anyone I’ve ever met. And that includes everyone down here.”

She snapped and I felt my vision grow dark.

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Day 2:

I woke up cold and sore. I groaned as I sat up off whatever hard surface I was laying on, and rubbed my eyes. When I was fully awake I realized I was sitting in a simple stone jail cell with nothing but wall, floor, ceiling, and bars, while a man sat on the other side of them. He, or should I say she? I wasn’t sure their sex, yet that was the most distinct thing about them. Their eyes, hair, and skin seemed to change in the corner of my eye and when I looked directly at them I saw a different person each time, but when I looked away I forgot what I had just seen. All I knew was that they were gorgeous.

“Oh good you’re awake. Yeah, I get that look a lot; the look you’re giving me.” They said standing, and their voice was just as indeterminate as the rest of them “I don’t care about pronouns you use, everyone settles with the pronouns they wish I was. Personally? I’m fluid.”

I remained silent, unsure of who they were or where I was.

They glanced at me before cracking a smile, “Sorry, I should introduce myself. I’m Lust. You’ve already met my boss, quite a character I’d say. Anyways, why am I here? Simple, really, I want to see where your efforts lead you.”

I finally stood and made my way over to the bars, “What do you mean?”

Lust flashed me a smile before continuing, “You were flirting with death. Dancing with the devil. No mortal has tried it before. You’re different, and it could be your heritage or outlook on life. Regardless, like any other employee I’d love to pull a prank on my boss.”

“I’m listening,” a slow smile began to spread across my face as Lust began to explain.

“It’s usually Greed or Pride that do wagers, but hell I’d love to make one with you. The devil is known for being incapable of love. I’ll bet you your soul that you can’t make Satan fall for you. If you fail your soul is mine, if you win… well the ruler of hell is your sugar daddy.” Lust chuckled at the thought while shaking their head.

“What if I refuse?” I asked, the chill of the cell seemed seeping into my bones quicker than before as I spoke.

“Then I leave you here for your soul to rot.” Lust replied off handedly, as if they had suddenly lost interest.

“Uh, deal I guess?” I shrugged, better that then eternal boredom.

Lust’s eyes flashed white, “It is done.”

The cell’s bars dissolved in front of me, and I took a few steps out to fully stretch my legs as Lust explained the basics, “You have a hundred years to woo the Devil. Here’s a watch to keep mortal time. Also, from now on you can’t be trapped in this castle, or disabled in any way. Eh, sort of like you mortals group chats. Congrats, you’ve been promoted to admin. But I hope you’re rather determined to romance the living hell out of Satan, or I get your soul.”

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Link for rest of developing story: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1TSjT8Stb2FHHLlMWf9oeAwfGqabG7CsU3ZW6GpoksIw

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