#and marinette is just sitting there watching them

[justaz]

ballerina marinette lives rent free in my head

[mochinek0]

Daminette December: 9-You call that Art?

"Do you really expect us to believe your scribbles are art?" a guy called out.

Marinette looked around to see a guy glaring at her.

'Is he talking about my designs?'

"Art is expressed though different mediums" Marinete shouted, slamming her hands on her desk.

"Coloring isn't art." he pushed, rolling his eyes, "Princess."

Marinette opened her mouth but a voice rang out instead, "Yet, you consider your demented word scribbles 'art'. You take spray paint to walls; a child could do that."

Doug glared at him, "Of course you would defend her!"

'Huh?'

Everyone looked around, trying to figure out Doug's outburst.

"It's obvious!" Doug continued to shout, "The Wayne favortism strikes again! Wayne has to defend his new little sister!"

"What?" Marinette cried out, pointing at Damian, "I'm not related to that guy!"

"Neither are his brothers, but when has that ever stopped his Dad?" Doug countered.

"I'm....confused." Mari stated.

Damian sighed, "Father tends to adopt children. They usually have black hair and blue eyes, as their characteristics."

"Why?" She asked.

The Wayne heir shrugged his shoulders, "They were here before I was. Also, Marinette is not adopted into his family."

'It is possible he was looking for children with his likeness. Although the others have turned it into a joke, as today displays.'

"I'm here on scholarship." Mari declared.

"By the Wayne family!" Doug cried out.

"Yes, but-" Marinette tried to explain.

"See!" Doug continued.

"Will you shut the fuck up?" Marinette shouted.

Doug remained silent. He never expected her to fight back against him. Damian was the only Wayne that was known for fighting back in public.

"I don't know what crawled up you ass and died, but I didn't join the foreign exchange program to get bullied by some rich asshole again!" She shouted.

'Foreign exchange? Isn't she another adoptee by the Wayne family?'

"I'm on the foreign exchange scholarship." Marinette continued, "My parents, both of them, are very much alive and I'm from Paris, France. These 'scribbles' as you so-called them, are part of my fashion business! I have created countless fashion designs and I make money off of these. I have had these 'scribbles' on Paris runways and people wear them, performing at concerts! As for what Damian said, your 'word scribbles', I consider that art."

Marinette brought up a picture of Alix, "She is the daughter of one of the Louve curator's, but she prefers the same art as you. She knows more than anyone that art comes in many mediums but if you want to come after me; I'm ready this time!"

Doug remained silent, realizing he had underestimated her. He assumed right away, she was Wayne material simply from her looks.

"Sorry." he mumbled, sitting silently.

Marinette turned around and took her seat. As the class dismissed, Doug quickly made sure to avoid her.

It had been three week, since that day, and it was extremely noticeable that Damian Wayne had taken to hovering over the Parisian girl. The only solace that others received was that she seemed annoyed with him.

"Really?" her voiced came out, excited, "I've been looking for some art supply stores. All the ones I found weren't really good quality or it was just children's school supplies."

"I can take you after school." Damian suggested.

"Wait?" Marinette countered, "You're taking me?"

The Wayne heir nodded.

"You can just give me the address, you know." Marinette replied, "I don't want to disturb your day. I'm sure your busy."

"Not at all." Damian declared.

"Uh, okay then." Marinette smiled, "I'll see you after school."

The bell rang, ending the conversation. Doug watched as the halls began to clear out, but he was the only one who seemed to noticed the Ice Prince's smirk.

'Well, fuck! She hadn't been Wayne material before, but it seems Damian wants her to be now.'

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[shysublimecoffee]

Marinette receiving the Ladybug mantle was an absolute mistake. I watched the special, and honestly, gurl is doing the most—and for what? A guy? One dude, and she’s ready to throw her common sense out the window. Like, how has Hawkmoth/Gabriel not used his own son more often as leverage against her by now? That’s villainy 101, and he’s just sitting on it. Like for the amount of times I've seen this show rag on ChatNoir because of his weakness in romance when that Ladybug biggest weakness not CN lol.

At this point, I don’t even care about what Marinette’s going through. Whatever emotional investment I had in her? Long gone. She’s out here spinning lies on top of lies, desperately trying to hold together her crumbling Adrien-obsessed empire, and for what? She lost. Game over.

Now, if this were a story about a girl slowly getting corrupted, spiraling into villainy, and intentionally written as a downfall arc? No problem. That would’ve been a compelling narrative with a real lesson for kids about the consequences of obsession and dishonesty. But nope, instead we’re stuck with this mess where her choices make it harder and harder to root for her.

Marinette's speech at the press conference—“Ladybug holds the truth, she holds the truth” —had me scratching my head cause it sound more like a villain then a hero. Like, did the writers forget she’s supposed to have hero-like qualities? She’s meant to be the messenger, the symbol of hope, the hero. But how often does she actually display that in her own show?

Lately, it feels like being Ladybug is more of an obligatory chore for her than something that brings her real joy or fulfillment. Isn’t the whole point of magical girls to inspire, to help others, and to grow through their journey? Where’s the sense of accomplishment, the spark, the joy of making a difference? It’s like they’ve stripped her of everything that should make her role uplifting and meaningful.

I've seen here and there about how MC was never meant to come off that way or the writers are trying to make her more complex or how dare you do you dislike complex female characters or the most used it was never her intention to come off that way it was a mistake.

I want you to picture this without the music just dialogue cause i'm going to be clearcut about this.

Ladybug went to an orphaned, grieving child—one who had been locked away in solitary confinement, surrounded by nothing but white walls and being sensory deprived—and lied to him about his father being a hero. Let that sink in. Gabriel, who systematically abused his own son, was painted as a noble martyr by Ladybug.

Adrien, a kid who was finally starting to question his father’s authority, even beginning to tear down the oppressive image of the man who controlled and hurt him, is now trapped in an even tighter mental cage. After all, if Paris sees his father as a hero, a savior, how could he possibly feel justified in blaming or resenting the man? Gabriel is now a martyr in the eyes of the world, and Adrien is left to wrestle with guilt and shame for ever having cruel thoughts about someone everyone else idolizes.

Ladybug’s decision to perpetuate this lie doesn’t just protect Gabriel’s image—it messes with Adrien’s already fragile mind. Instead of helping him heal or giving him the freedom to process the truth, she’s reinforced the very chains Gabriel used to control him. It’s not heroic; it’s delusional and harmful, all in the name of preserving some twisted version of peace in her head.

You want me to feel pity for a girl who I'm sorry if I sound harsh to yall at the end of the day just want to keep the peace to fill her delusions that everything is going to work out in her part at the end when really she's just the worst type of coward there is when it comes to confrontations lmao. Accountability? She avoids them like they’re some kind of plague. It’s almost impressive how someone can masquerade as a hero while being utterly incapable of facing the hard truths. Lmao, sure, let’s all pity her.

Honestly, in the earlier seasons, at least Marinette seemed to feel bad about her mistakes. Now? She’s only gotten worse. I headcanon that receiving the Ladybug mantle or becoming the Guardian inflated her ego, giving her a power trip. With no proper mentor to hold her accountable and everyone automatically deferring to her leadership, who’s left to challenge her? Well maybe CN if he has the guts to do so but he'd rather cower into his shell lol.

In hindsight, I don’t think Marinette should’ve become Ladybug—not because she lacks the capability, but because the role itself seems to have worsened her as a person. Instead of growing into the hero I though she was meant to be, she’s devolved, losing some of the humility and self-awareness she had at the start of the series.

Let’s be real—we’re in Season 6 now, and we all know the writers aren’t going to make Marinette face any real consequences. The whole universe bends over backward to accommodate her. If you’ve seen Season 5, you know exactly what I’m talking about.

That said, I’ll give credit where it’s due: the special was fun. Yes, despite all my ranting, I actually enjoyed it because it was funny in its own way.

At this point, though, I’m only sticking around for Adrien and Lila. Honestly? I’m rooting for Lila to be the one to drop the truth bomb and expose everything. It would be chef’s kiss poetic if she ended up being the one to set things straight. Lmao.

P.s For anyone who thinks there is a dilemma to be had about the whole thing its really not lol rip the bandaid off.

It reeks of a megalomaniac in the making, making her come off like a gaslighting psychopath. Ironically, it reminds me of Gabriel—especially with the way he used similar wording. Honestly, are we sure Marinette isn’t Gabriel’s true daughter? Because the parallels are man.

I’m genuinely angry that she is the one everyone feels sorry for, and it’s only because the show is stuck in her perspective. If we spent even a fraction of the screen time on Adrien’s pain, it would make for a far more compelling story. It’s infuriating. Marinette isn’t some helpless sheep/damsel victim here—no one forced her into this role at gunpoint. She made her choices, knowingly and willingly. How dare she act like the weight of the world was thrust upon her without her consent? When she very much messed with a grieving kid here?

And yet, Adrien’s pain—real, tangible, and far more tragic—is constantly sidelined. He’s an orphan, being lied to by nearly everyone around him, adults and teens alike, and his suffering is treated as a subplot to Marinette’s endless drama. Why should the audience feel more for her than for the boy who’s lost everything? Why is his pain has to be centered to her??

This isn't a small mistake this has far reaching consequences if the show had the balls to do it to lie to the entire world over a man who terrorized on people fear.

If Adrien ever became a villain, I wouldn’t blame him. In fact, I’d understand and give him the free ticket to go ahead and cataclysm and burned the world .

[wield-the-mighty-pen]

I was watching 'Revelation' and I noticed something interesting

If you look closer at Adrien's lunch tray, you can see something very peculiar included in his meal choices

There's a whole large stack of camembert just sitting there on his tray, just out in the open for his friends to see, and being as how it has been inferred that Adrien doesn't like Camembert, this must be so confusing for them to watch.

Just imagine the bewildered and baffled faces of Marinette, Nino, and Alya as Adrien piles on the cheese onto his platter, only for him not to touch it and then surreptitiously toss it all into his backpack.

[fanfic-recs-01]

Miraculous LadyBug Fics

This is a list of Miraculous Ladybug fics I like on AO3, if you have any recs for me feel free to send me some!

I have a separate list for Marinette Dupain-Cheng/Damian Wayne Fics Here: Part 1 Part 2

Updated 11/2/24

Marinette Dupain-Cheng/Felix Graham De Vanily

Hey, Little Songbird by charlietheepic7 *Finished*

~Really, Felix couldn't believe his cousin sometimes. Marinette was talented, beautiful, kind, and had a crush on Adrien bigger than the mansion, yet Adrien was blind to the treasure right in front of him. "Just a friend," indeed.

Well, if Adrien wasn't going to do anything, it wouldn't matter if Felix... snatched her up?~

Welcome To The Back by Geeeny *Finished*

~Marinette Dupain-Cheng sits alone in the back. Until she doesn't.~

birds of a feather by WithLovePoohBear *Finished*

~When Mme Bustier’s class gets a new student, Marinette might just finally find true friends who love and support her for who she is.

But more accurately, she finds her home.~

Pen Pals by That_Kwami_plagg  *Finished*

~Marinette and Felix have been Pen Pals for two years. She tells him everything. All of the abuse, lies and manipulations. He became her sanctuary, and her his. What happens when Felix moves to France? Can he help her through her struggles, or will he be another victim of Lila?~

Marinette Dupain-Cheng/Tim Drake

Tiny Tim by LeoLeonte *Finished*

~Tim leaned back on the chair. Disrespect was a common occurrence at the meetings he attended but usually people were far more subtle about it.

In which sleep deprivation makes people do, and say stupid things.~

The Contingency by AbyssalGuardian *Finished*

~After Marinette loses the support of her parents she decides that it’s time for her to enact one of her contingency plans and disappear.

Where better to disappear than Gotham?~

coup de foudre (came with a lightning bug) by newdog14 *Finished*

~“So unfortunately I’m being forced to turn in my resignation without having a replacement trained just yet,” Marinette said, looking genuinely regretful.

“Marry me!” Tim blurted out, and Marinette blinked at him in shock~.

Damsel in Distress by Izanae *Finished*

~All Marinette wanted to do was check out the competition.

Instead, she finds herself at the mercy of a Rogue - and a certain Red bird.~

Misc.

No Hesitation by orphan_account *Finished*

~Marinette could never have foreseen just how quickly Lila's plan would work - but now a new school year has begun and she has transferred to a new school that could support her fashion career far better than Dupont ever could.~

Accidentally on Purpose by LadyLiterature

~When Marinette had been chosen to intern with Monsieur Wayne’s PA, she hadn’t been expecting anything special. Sure, the Waynes were an odd breed and generally considered strange, but Marinette hadn’t actually expected to have much contact with them, if any at all.~

Multi-mouse will multi-wreck your shit by Assassinscred, Bloodhungrywolfpack *Finished*

~The whole world is watching the live stream as Multi-mouse's miraculous is ripped from her neck. They are all watching as the girl underneath is revealed. The super hero community, specifically the Bat clan, are stunned as she continues to fight, berating her foe the whole way.

With this new public knowledge, Batman once again reaches out to offer his assistance with the situation. Unlike a few years ago, this time Ladybug accepts.~

Siren Song by MelsCalamity *Unfinished*

~Or the story how Marinette Dupain-Cheng one night randomly woke up in Gotham City and suddenly got adopted by the Gotham City Sirens.~

[mc-lukanette]

Marinette didn't know Luka's friends very well despite the years of the two of them knowing each other, so she tried to balance keeping herself "outside" of their friendly bubble while also chiming in whenever she was asked a question directly. It helped that she had her sketchpad with her, so she could mindlessly draw when she wasn't part of the conversation.

It was going well until Claudine spoke up, not at her specifically but it definitely got her attention.

"Hey, anyone know if Luka likes someone?"

Marinette's head snapped up, suddenly very aware of everyone in the room. "W-what?"

Roche acknowledged her with a glance, then raised a brow at Claudine. "Did he do anything to make you think that?"

Mito, who had made himself comfortable sitting on the backrest of the couch, tilted his head at her as well. "Why ask?"

"I'm curious!" Claudine raised a finger. "And because it's a crime! When you hear an amazing song, don't you hate when you learn it's not a hit?"

Roche nodded, but Mito and Marinette remained perplexed.

"That's Luka," Claudine clarified, arms spread. "The guy's soft as a marshmallow and so nice, but he's not dating anyone and can't hold a relationship to save his life!"

That, Marinette could understand. The whole being an adult thing had meant that they'd had to spend so much time getting their lives together, so she'd tried to ignore the pang in her chest when they met back up again, so certain that he would've been dating by then, but nothing. Luka always had so much love in his heart that it seemed like a shame that no one was on the receiving end of it.

Wait—

"Can't hold a relationship?" she repeated. "So he's been on dates?"

Roche answered rather than Claudine, "A few, when they ask."

They. So it wasn't Luka initiating, apparently. It was an oddly relieving feeling.

Claudine nodded at Roche. "And it usually ends after one or two dates."

"Isn't that because he's not interested?" Marinette figured.

"But he always lets them decide if they go on another, and you know how he is," Claudine argued. "He's a sweetheart. I bet he tends to their every need, shows them a good time... why wouldn't they follow up if they felt like they had a chance?"

"Hmmm," Mito hummed, tipping a hat he didn't have and miming smoking from a pipe. "A mystery."

"He might not be good at romance after all?" Roche suggested as an alternative theory. "He just seems like it."

Marinette raised a hand, adding on, "It doesn't sound very Luka to go on dates if he already likes someone."

"Maybe he wants to get over them?" Claudine shrugged. "Could be any reason."

"Who'd reject Luka?" Marinette countered. "Unless he never confessed?"

Mito adjusted his imaginary hat. "You know what they say: love is mute."

"That's—" Roche shook his head, deciding not to bother correcting him.

Marinette considered the information presented to her. The idea that Luka was in love with someone without her knowing sounded ridiculous, because while she'd been away from him for a while, he could've found time to say something to her if the crush had happened before then.

He could've brought it up when they'd watch romance movies together, like when they pressed against each other during one movie in particular where things were tense enough to feel like a horror movie. They'd turned to each other and pretended not to notice until the scene was over, so he could have made conversation then.

And he was so complimentary! He would call her "beautiful" when she was just in her pajamas, "cute" when all she'd done was make a little noise or wiggle excitedly, and constantly praised her intelligence. If he'd already been in love with someone, he would save such compliments for them, and what date of his would not ask for another one when he was like that?

It was as Mito said: a mystery, and one that was making her unconsciously draw Luka in her sketchpad, oops—

"Hey, I'm back," Luka called from the hallway, carrying a drink holder in his arm.

Marinette closed her sketchpad as casually yet quickly as possible, looking up at him with a beaming smile. "Oh! Hi!"

"Hey," he greeted, despite having already done so.

She bit her lower lip, eyeing Luka up and down. He was even more attractive than when they were teens and just as considerate, the size of drinks in the carrier varying depending on how much each person usually drank. She was so curious, wondering how such a man couldn't be dating anyone nor manage to keep his dates from coming back. She racked her brain, idly tapping on her sketchpad as she tried to figure out how she could resolve this for both her and his friends.

Then, something clicked, and the words came out before she could stop them.

"Luka, would you go on a test date with me?"

His smile faltered, shocked lips parting at the sudden request. She shifted anxiously in her seat while the eyes of his friends went to the both of them, and she wondered if it'd been too much. Was she so undateable that even calling it a test date was weird?

Luka's grip on the drink carrier unconsciously loosened. Mito, speeding off the couch towards him, ducked down and placed himself just under the nearly fallen carrier. Standing up fully, he took it from Luka by perfectly balancing it on his head, taking it back to the others so Roche could put it on the table.

The action made Luka move again, eyes darting over to his trio of friends. "What were you guys talking about?"

Marinette pushed herself up, leaving her sketches behind as she approached him. "We were wondering why you can't keep dates with anyone. I thought..." She blushed, gesturing between the two of them and already feeling silly. "If we went out on a date, I'd know?"

"Ah." He covered his mouth, making it harder to know exactly what was going on his head. She tried to peer into his eyes, but he evaded, staring off at a corner of the ceiling.

Were his cheeks pink? Was he thinking about his mystery crush just at the mention of a date? Was Claudine right?

Just as Marinette started to get worried, the hand on his chin lowered to reveal a lopsided smile. He made eye contact with her again, voice full of amusement. "We could do it, but I don't think you'd be able to tell."

She tilted her head at the emphasis, which implied that she specifically wouldn't be able to tell. Was it because she didn't know who he liked, or he thought she wasn't perceptive enough, or...

Eyes narrowing, she asked directly, "Is that a challenge?"

Luka went wide-eyed, his hand dropping from his chin and hovering awkwardly at chest level. Roche, Mito, and Claudine had already whipped out their drinks, sipping from them and huddled together as they watched the two intently.

"What?" Luka blinked helplessly. "No—"

"I accept." Marinette straightened, poking him in the chest as her competitive side came out front and center. "I'm going to figure you out. Looking forward to our date, Luka Couffaine."

With a huff, she turned back around and went to her seat, plopping down and reopening her sketchpad. She blushed seeing the sketch she'd just drawn of him, then hurriedly flipped to another page and started drawing something else.

She could handle this, she thought. Worst case scenario, she'd still get a date with her multi-year one-sided crush.

[coq-courage]

Well hi there! The fact I'm posting means that at least one of my boys appeared in an episode and yes that's spoilers but uh, [*points at url*], it's kinda expected at this point soooo

let's talk about that new episode, ye?

spoilers after the cut for MLB Season 6 Episode The Ruler!

on the left we have Nath's dad, on the right is his mum, and in the middle we have have.... looking like a kicked puppy that's waiting for the bad news that he's about to get it again

i want to point out that the living room (sitting room?) they're all in is very much... Staged. it's clear that the parents enjoy modernism and straight lines and minimal color

and then we have... Marc and his family with a closeup, they actually love each other and hug and are joyful and

and its really really really obvious that one family openly supports their child's endeavors and the other family "wants to support" but "keep finding fault"

also??? Marc having "business in the front, party in the back" vibes for his makeup is killing me, dude really said "i feel like eyeshadow today.... but only on one eye" i wonder if he switches which eye gets the makeup

and there goes my headcanon about Harry Clown being Marc's dad, damn, its a good headcanon but i do have to edit things now

the whole Marinette is sick b-plot is vaguely annnoying to me, cuz of the snot, i hate it on a cosmic level, its gross, but animated pretty darn well so hey! props to the animators! you made me feel like grossed out, which i'm sure was the goal

i'm loving Diane, visually, she's just poppin'

i just LOVE that when marinette said the next issue for the comic was already written, EVERYONE including a random kagami popped up outta nowhere to say "OWO"

just LOOK at these gays!

i get Nath a lot here, his uncertainty comes across clearly, as is his want to be something his parents can be proud of, and he's letting it intervene with what he wants to do, but, he's also able to recognize that his issues with the story are entirely personal and not at all related to Marc

Closeup of their faces to show them off

Also the way that after school, Marc is smiling so gently at Nath, so reassuring, "just cuz the story changes or ends here, doesn't mean we do", and Nath slowly smiles due to watching the smile, reassured that he and Marc are fine

And then once Nath is turned away long enough, that smile DROPS

We see that Marc is definitely more confident and sure of himself now, yeah, but we also see he will LIE about his emotions. Marc is doing the typical Older Person thing where they will do anything possible to ensure a younger person doesn't feel rejected

So he hides his disappointment

He hides how he knows he'll react

He doubly so hides since one of the first times he felt his emotions near Nath, he got Akumatized but yeah

and god, Marc, plz, i get why you're lying for Nath, i get it. your boy's mother is strict and doesn't approve of his method of art, and you dont want to get him in trouble, i get it, i just hate it

hey fellas is it gay to--

gently hold your partner's hand and rub the back of it with your thumb? no? just me? nah i think its pretty gay

also???? adrien finally admitting to us that he likely stinks of cheese??? awesome

now we're getting to nath returning home and his parents have found the script marc wrote....

i, when i first saw this, i told my friends to make sure they had spoons when they decided to watch it

if you had an issue with the whole Nath tearing up Marc's journal back in the Reverser episode, you will have an issue here

because apparently it runs in the family AND that does not mean good things for how Nath grew up

Shirel Kurtzberg finds Marc's script in Nath's room, and shows it to her husband, presumably neither of them read it, but they recognized the name on the front as the name of the comic that Nath had been working on with Marc

and the whole scene plays out like parents finding their kids' drug or porn stash, ending with Shirel taking the script (that, again, doesn't belong to anybody in the house) and running it through an industrial shredder (not even taking off the binder clips)

"See what encouraging him to read comics leads to?" she says as her husband rubs the back of his neck and looks away

if this is what they've done his entire life, then OF COURSE Nath's instinct had been to tear up the journal

children do as they are taught by their parents' examples

and its shitty but its true

Shirel very specifically shows her distaste for Nath's preferred style of art throughout the episode, while then naming some "noble arts" as architecture, industrial design, and scenography. This is why i made note of their sitting room design up there.

all the things she mentioned have a very specific thing, they are all made for people but do not actually include people, meanwhile Nath draws people, he draws about people and emotions

her noble arts are not about people's emotions, they are vessels for use, yes, they can still be beautiful and emotional, but Shirel comes across as very much wanting to be emotionless

Beige Modernism

she enjoys it

go back and look at the pictures on the walls in that room, they're full of straight lines, her art is made with rulers, everything is very precise, she is a very inattentive mother, very much a "my child will pursue my dreams" type of mother

and Nath cries hard when the script is destroyed, he rushes out and back to the school and

we get our first blatant misuse of powers that isn't Adrienette, and it's Nath Making Bad Decisions Out Of Fear

he fears what his parents will do, because of how they treat things that don't belong to them, and if they're not proud of him, if he's failing to be the son they want, then can he call himself their son? should he worry about what they might do to him who is therefore not their son?

yes, its a stretch, BUT i can assure you that this is one of the things that would run through the mind of someone in a situation like that

Nath wants the love of his parents, and because they don't approve of something he enjoys with all his heart, something he loves deeply, he fears he is unloved and therefore not their son

SIGH

okay, that long serious bit is over (for now)

props to Marinette for not giving in and letting him destroy the proofs

props to Marc for calling out Nath's bluff

Ew Points for Marc using Marinette's snot tissue to wipe his eyes after crying

props to the half-blind wheelchair-bound teacher for thinking of Nath's wellbeing and not forcing him to stay in school when he obviously couldn't pay attention

props to Marinette for trying to change Shirel's mind

Tea for the students watching from the overhang and listening because they all support Nath and Marc but aren't sure what to do and if they could even do anything

MAJOR props to Nath for this

he finally decided

he would NOT let his mother ruin a beloved hobby for himself

did he say he disobeyed? no

but that face is perfectly clear to me

that face says "you know what? i'm DONE! you don't like my hobby? oh well! i love it! and i love the kind of person my art lets me be and i'm tired of letting you railroad me into a Perfect Son, who then ends up hurting his friends because they believed in me and relied on me and following your orders has made me hurt them and i'm done."

unfortunately for Nath, he's not exactly a poet, that's Marc, so when Nath wants to be perfectly clear, he is clear visually

New Butterfly, my love, i dunno how to tell you how much i love you, how clever you are

now for my fav thing

Marc straight up JUMPS onto The Ruler's back, he is READY to take her down, he will protect Nath, he will fight The Man/The Machine/Whatever

hell yeah! go for it you punk! fight the power!

but err...

you absolutely hit your head there.... and the shoulders.... and hmm

Marc? darling? sweetie?

please see a physical therapist, immediately

have yourself checked over for any of those like pinpoint pressure injuries that interrupt bloodflow, please? (aside, did i mention i love taht Season 6 actually gave you ears outside of being a hero? cuz i do)

and then we see that Nath is also perfectly willing to fight, mostly to protect Marc but yeah

now uh... hmm.... Nath's transformation.... imma just leave it at, comic book boy entered a wardrobe (closet) and david bowie (ziggy stardust) left it and its just exceedingly funny to me cuz both were bisexual redheads

now, the mind control of The Ruler is interesting, she stamps you and you do the next order given as long as it's one sentence, or so it would seem

i think we can name on one hand how many times Marinette's plans required her trusting other people to be smart enough to carry them out without her saying much of anything, and its nice to see that Nath could put it together

this is a special aside for, "a jet plane?" and the fact that her sneeze caused the perfume cloud to disappear

New Butterfly (i can't spell her name~~).... why are you sus of Nath? do you know? i think you might know something, or at least suspect, which, considering who are you... fair

then that last scene

Nath is nervous, worried, but he's also resigned, he has come to terms with the fact that his parents may not enjoy his work, but he's showing them the finale anyway, and Marc is happy to support him, anyway he can

the parents read

the father immediately is crying and "damn okay, that was some good shit"

the mother... she is pensive

she looks at the cover page, with the sun knight and the dark knight, she had just finished looking at the last page, where, we can presume, they kissed because of that ending title card

she's thinking

she looks at the charm Ladybug gave her and decides to THINK a little harder

she sees her son holding the hand of a boy that screams the rainbow

she realizes she was wrong

emotional art has a purpose

but also

she realizes how hard he worked, how much joy it brings

she realizes she misjudged something here

she says she's sorry

then she says she loves him

family hug time, words are left unsaid but then the father says, quietly, "hey marc, aren't you part of the family too? come join", and he does

that wasn't even in question

the moment they realized exactly how much HEART was put into the comic, the parents made sure to let Nath (and Marc by extension) know that they loved him and didn't find fault in Specific Choices

and then... then the true final scene arrives

i almost don't want to talk about it, i feel like it's a scene that needs to be viewed and not talked about

so... i'll leave the talk of that Final Scene as:

which is gayer, the kiss in El Toro OR Marc and Nath in the Final Scene of The Ruler?

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before i finish this post off, i do also wanna mention how i KNOW that everyone is taking the episode as "gay son comes out to homophobic parents" but while i can see the heavy handed metaphor, [*points at literally everything in this episode*], his mother very clearly thinks and realizes that the comic is basically Nath's coming out, and that her son thinks she doesn't love him, so she clarifies that

it can be that deep, but i wanted to make sure we ALSO thought about the surface level interpretation here. there are many kinds of issues in the world, and simply being unable to make a parent proud is an unfortunately common one that strikes hard no matter the age of the person

[kermdoeswriting]

Google Maps: Batman's Secret Worst Enemy

Part 1 (Ur Here) || Part 2 Coming soon

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One irrefutable, widely known fact about Marinette Dupain-Cheng is that she likes to have her friends around her at all times if she can. 

If Marinette wants to work on commissions, then there's at least 3 people in her room just hanging out while she finishes her work. If she wants to go look around the Louvre for inspiration, then she's usually flanked by 4 of her friends and they go find Andres' cart after. 

She’s very friend orientated.

It's just a fact. 

Being this way has honestly led to some interesting on the fly hangouts for the entire Miracle Court. Overall her need to have friends around constantly led to one of the funniest events that she would ever host, Miraculous Game Night.

It started originally as a pretty standard night of just hanging out and playing games. Friendship and team building pushed together into one!

Theoretically, it should have worked out.

Obviously, it didn’t end up doing that. 

From board games to video games, it was a genuine mess. Everyone in the Court was just too competitive to play any of the games properly, which led to stakes being upped and bets being placed pretty frequently. 

All of those bets and stakes snowballed from there into a bigger mess. The team itself were all too close to each other to NOT know any tells the other may have. 

Trauma bonding tended to have that effect on people.

Somehow, even with all of that to face, a normal person who never met them would probably think, 'It couldn't possibly be any worse than that, right?'

But Mari knows better.

She also knows she'd laugh at that person before shoving them out the door, laughter trailing behind them like she was a crazy maniac. 

Imagine a group of rich kids betting against each other while also being trauma-bonded, unable to lie to each other since they can read your every move and add in tiny concepts of ancient god-like beings attached to each of those rich kid players.

The problems just spiraled worse.

From a snowball to a snow avalanche. 

It ALSO didn't help that these gods helped their charges to cheat each round if they felt like it. And that there was nothing anyone could do to stop them from doing just that if the Kwamis felt like it.

To combat this, Marinette had come up with a small form of punishment she liked to call the "Off Brand Geoguesser" round.

If a player in between rounds was caught cheating in any way, they were subjected to sit down in front of her computer with Google Maps opened up to a random location of their kwamis choice. The offender would have to then (in under 5 minutes) figure out where they were on Google Maps with only 3 movements in either direction.

The only one to know the true location, beyond the kwami, was the Guardian aka Marinette Dupain-Cheng. She would only reveal the answer if the cheater lost or if they somehow managed to guess right.

On top of that, their miraculi were confiscated temporarily to prevent further cheating.

If the player didn't get the answer in time then they lost whatever game they had originally been playing automatically. Even if they originally had been winning the entire game.

It added better stakes, strangely enough, and the team always needed to play the round at least once or twice on a single game night day.

The night they found out Batman's identity wasn't actually any different.

Luka had been subjected to the Timeout chair after it was discovered he had been using second chance to cheat in their game of uno. With Sass having chosen the location, Luka had maybe 3 more minutes to spare.

Marinette had honestly never seen him guessing faster.

She held his miraculi in her hand loosely, watching over the group as she lazily leaned against her ladder. Mari loved when they all got together for these nights.

It was something small to look forward to in the middle of a literal emotional war with a magic terrorist. As depressing as that thought was to think about.

Luka used his last click and his laugh brought her back into the moment as it echoed in the room. He had most likely noticed something that would help him narrow down the location even further. 

Mari looked around his tall frame to see the Wayne Manor entrance, something she only even knew from research for their grade wide field trip next week, and can’t help but shake her head.

Of course he would somehow get lucky playing the punishment game.

She just watches as Alya immediately starts to argue with Luka, screeching about how unfair this was that he got a location so easy and that he had to have cheated a second time somehow. Adrien rolled his eyes beside her before taking a moment to smack her side with a pillow in an effort to protect Luka silently.

All that does is make the room explode into different sets of people fighting. Chloe and Nino jumped on top of Adrien to smother him with their own pillows from home from behind right after Alya was attacked.

Sabrina looked determined to fight with Chloe to defend Adrien, grinning as she continuously smacked the trio with her pillow. Luka was laughing so hard at the fighting that Mari watched as he had to catch himself from falling off her roller chair and breaking it.

His laughter earned him a pillow to the face.

Kagami and Felix were the only ones not involved in the slightest, taking their standing right next to Marinette the second it had even started.

“How long do you think they'll take this time? 5 minutes? 10?” 

Kagami snorted at Marinette's question, arms folded across her chest as she watched over their group of squabbling friends.

“I'd say 20.” Felix replied dryly for the both of them, eyes sparkling with amusement despite frowning at the group below them.  

It all goes wrong before Marinette can even open her mouth to reply to both of them. 

"Is that fuckin Bruce Wayne?" Escapes from someone's mouth in the room, effectively cutting off any fighting from continuing and making everyone look over to the computer to see. 

There, in all his rich kid glory, was Bruce Wayne. He was covered in all sorts of bruises, or at least seem to be since it was still pixelated, as he stood in front of Wayne Manor. He stood there, shining on screen in the most accurate looking Batman costume she had ever really seen.

Too accurate to be even considered a fake costume at all.

Marinette couldn't really look away from the screen at that revelation, feeling all of her life flashing before her eyes as her mind ruins through a million world ending scenarios at once.

The room stayed silent for a long while as Marinette started to mentally plan how to deal with this information before Chloe broke all her worries with a half caring shrug.

“Yeah this makes sense."

Alya jumped up shortly after to rebuttal that comment with a large "WHAT!?" and Adrien just nodded beside her in agreement, as if he had known it all along. The action just made Nino react and Alya looked burned thoroughly by his betrayal.

Bruce Wayne being Batman was very weird, but if Chloe wasn't too worried over it then Marinette wouldn't be either.

Having planning for if Batman came to deal with them over this wouldn't hurt though...

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Or basically,

The Miraculous team have off brand Geoguesser nights sometimes using google maps. It very obviously doesn't go well when Batman shows up.

With no mask. And also in front of Wayne Manor.

Rip Bozo lmao

[mochinek0]

Daminette December: 1-Fae

Sorry about the late start. As I explained before, I wasn't sure if I reread my own work too much or it was inspired and I didn't save anything. I tried looking for the fic here and on Ao3 and between work and errands, I couldn't find it.....so I gave up. I deleted the other one and started over. I didn't want to post anything until the the first one was redone. All the others should be coming out soon and on schedule.

Mar'i Grayson had a fascination with her Uncle Damian's girlfriend, Marinette. From the first time she saw her; she loved her. Damian had immediatley been called her 'Favorite Uncle'. He wore the title proudly, even though he had no clue as to why he had suddenly become the favorite. All he knew was it pissed of his older brothers.

"You brought the fairy!" Mar'i shouted, spotting Marinette at Wayne Manor.

It never failed to make Marinette giggle. Mar'i grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the sitting room. She quickly brought out her coloring books and asked her to color and draw with her. Damian sighed, as yet another date had gone wrong. He had wanted to show her his latest painting.

'Seems it will have to wait, yet again.'

"If you don't mind me asking," Dick started, "why is it funny when my daughter calls you fairy?'

"Oh, I don't think of it as an insult or anything." Marinette quickly expressed, "I find it funny because she and my Nona must know something I don’t. My Nona calls me her 'Little Fairy'."

"Mar'i, believe she is a fairy. Why" Starfire asked her daughter.

Little Mar'i smiled, "Uncle Damian brought her to life!"

'Huh?'

'What?'

'Brought me/her to life?'

The Waynes looked to Damian, who seemed just as confused by that statement.

"I swear if you guys did something and she saw!" Dick growled out.

Marinette turned bright red and squeaked out, "We've only kissed."

"True loves kiss!" Mar'i exclaimed.

Dick and the other looked at the couple, wondering how far that kiss went. Marinette hid in her hand and Damian wasn't fairing that much better. He was disappointed in his lack of planning. He was out of smoke bombs that would help them disappear from the moment, altogether.

Realizing the adults were still confused and getting upset, she ran out of the room.

"Be right back!" she cried out.

When she returned, the half-Tamaranean proudly showed a game box to them.

She shoved it in Marinette's face shouting, "It's you!"

Marinette leaned back and saw the game was titled 'Faefarm'. On the cover as a fae with side swept bangs and pigtails dressed in purple. She could easily see why the five year old thought it was her. She had moved away from her pink capri and switched more to a purple once she moved to Gotham. Bruce had warned her about standing out.

Damian smirked, "I guess I did find a Fae."

The Wayne family began to laugh.

"Don't worry, Marinette." Dick chuckled, "We'll keep your secret."

"Can I see your wings?" Mar'i asked, before flying around the room.

The room froze, waiting Damian's girlfriend's response. They hadn't told her about their nightlife and about Mar'i being half-Tamaranean.

"Sure." Marinette smiled.

'Huh?'

"Let's go outside, though." Marinette continued.

Confused, they followed the girls outside. Once outside, Marinette turned and faced them. They glanced at Damian and he didn't seem worried or concerned. If anything it seemed like he knew what was going to happen.

'What is she thinking?'

'Mar'i will notice if Jon or Star lift her up.'

They watched as she took a small purple macaron and threw it up in the air.

'What?'

"Astro Tikki, Spots On!" She shouted.

They closed their eyes to the bright red glow. When they opened them, they saw Ladybug with blue wings and a face mask. Marinette jumped up and hovered in the air.

"Let's go." Ladybug smiled, holding out her hand to little Mar'i.

Mar'i grabbed her hand and they flew up into the sky. Starfire flew up with them, leaving the Wayne boys confused. After shaking off their confusion, they turned to the youngest for answers.

"How?" Jason questioned.

Damian shrugged, "She figured us all out in a week after we met."

"How?" pressed Tim.

It had taken him months to figure out that Dick was Robin. He had chased them getting any picture he could and piecing the clues together. How had Marinette done it in a week?

"She designs for a living." Damian stated, like it should have given them all the answers, "Why do you think your clothes always fit so well?'

"Alfred could have told her!" Dick shouted.

"When was the last time you were measured by Alfred?" the youngest pushed back.

The boys tried to remember, but found they couldn't. Alfred knowing their measurements was a mystery as old as time. He always knew everything.

"Marinette has been our designer for three years now and she hasn't measured any of us, since her first day." Damian explained.

"Damn." Jason whispered.

"Uh, so, will we see her on patrol more often?" Dick questioned.

"Was she keeping out of sight all this time and you knew?" Tim asked.

"She doesn't suit up unless there is an emergency; there has been none. She prefers to work on her business." Damian declared, "She will make me extra food, if I choose to go to her place after patrol."

Before they could ask more questions, the girls touched down.

"Spots off." Marinette whispered.

"That was fun!" Mar'i shouted, "Let's do it again!"

"Agreed." Starfire expressed, happily, "I rarely take her into space."

"Space?" Dick exclaimed.

"What did you think 'Astro' stood for?" Marinette asked, "We'll ask next time, if you prefer. Besides I would have to make another power up to do so."

Jason and Tim snickered. Damian walked up and put his arm around her waist.

"I believe it is time to take you home. I'm sure they will have trouble putting her down to sleep now." he spoke.

"Oops." Marinette whispered back, ashamed.

"What ingredients should we grab at the store on the way home?" the youngest asked, leading her to his car.

"Oh, there was this fusion recipe I have been meaning to try." she spoke, as he led her away, "It's a vegetarian red curry and dumpling soup."

"Curry and dumplings?" he questioned.

"It has your heritage and mine." she answered, blushing.

Damian seemed to grasp the idea and smiled, "It sounds lovely. We can try it together."

Marinette smiled brightly at her boyfriend as he opened the car door. Marinette got in and waved as he closed the door. Damian entered the driver's side and they left.

"Man, he really did find a Fae." Jason expressed, "She has him whipped."

"Fae don't-" Tim began.

"In the old stories, knowing ones name held power. The Fae had certain influence over people. hey could manipulate their fate or actions. It was like selling your soul." he explained.

"Well I think she's can keep him." Tim stated.

"Miss Marinette seems to be changing Master Damian for the better." Alfred announced, suddenly, throwing them off guard.

"Me too!" Smiled Mar'i.

"Miss Marinette left treats inside for dinner." Alfred spoke, getting his great-granddaughter's hand and leading her in, "She spoke of a special package for Mrs. and Miss Grayson. Something containing mustard."

"Yay!" they cried as they rushed in.

"Looks like she has power over all of us." Jason whispered.

Dick gasped, suddenly.

"What?" Tim questioned.

"She's the next Alfred." he explained.

The boys froze before lowering their heads.

'We're doomed.'

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[blueberry-bubbles130]

Art for the new au!

most of the kwamii are just assholes here. The main ones were mostly content to watch humanity fight. While Duusu sat on the sidelines preferring to not get involved as much as possible. But most of them decide (mainly led by Pollen) they’ve had enough of just watching and want to see the effects of their pure magic up close. So Pollen kidnaps a baby, raising it in the kwamii realm as an experiment.

Said baby is Chloe and as she grows up she isn’t well. she doesn’t know what species she is, nevermind who she actually is. She’s alone with no one apart from the Kwamii’s, as she’s never seen another human before. At a distance she may look normal, but at a closer glance, things are not quite right. Mainly the reddish brown roots she has and the pinkish reflections in her eyes. And the way things change to suit her will, such as plants withering around her when she’s sad.

Chloe doesn’t like the kwamii, apart from Duusu. They scare her a lot because they only thing they want are answers about their experiment. Duusu is a bit kinder to her, actually sitting with her. Doing fun activities with her like painting, sculpting and actually explaining what the things she feels are. Eventually Duusu “accidentally” leaves the tower door open, allowing Chloe to wander to the burrow and back to her timeline.

From there she finds Marinette and Adrien, where they alongside Felix and Kagami help her to try and fully understand humanity. All the while Gabriel’s quest to get the miraculous and an argument between the gods plays out.

[imthepunchlord]

It's really funny how despite the things he did in his debut appearence, people were saying that Felix was better than Adrien because "the show never tried to justify what he did", and then comes Season 5 to say "Nope, every bad thing he did was ok! He's actually a good guy!"

I'm not sure you want to come to me about Felix being problematic then made good as I am one of those who really like Felix far more than Adrien, this including PV and canon's initial intro of him. There are definite issues of s4 finale and s5 and how they handled Felix, but I do still like him far more than Adrien, and I do still think he's a better lead option.

Keeping the topic on canon, Felix for the first few eps, based on what I heard, was doing everything that I've been wanting.

Adrien and Gabriel, who for some reason, are just unconditionally liked by characters? No one dislikes them at all?

Well in comes Felix who dislikes them both.

Adrien's been long due to have some sort of adversary, especially with Marinette technically getting 3 from Chloe, Lila, and sort of Kagami who was occasionally antagonistic to her. But Adrien never got one. Not even in Luka who isn't even an actual rival to him given Adrien had no romantic interest in Marinette.

So Felix came in and hit that want. Shame it didn't stay.

Then I get to hear that Felix comes back, dislikes Chloe, and messes with her?

And then his, what, 3rd appearance, Felix discovers Gabriel is HM, and plots a heist against him. Boy is doing the job Adrien was supposed to do back in s2 when he discovered his father had a Miraculous related book, and did nothing.

If anything, the inclusion of Felix just confirmed to me that we got the lesser lead.

And base on what I hear, the s4 finale and onwards just ruins Felix but hey, by how ML is with it's inconsistency, those are details I can choose to dismiss/ignore. Especially as those can clash with initial intro, which wouldn't be the first time (like Kagami and Trixx are very different form their initial intros).

But yeah, I agree that he was better than Adrien. He actually does stuff vs Adrien who spends most seasons sitting in his room watching the news. Plus, Felix was openly and acknowledged as problematic in contrast to Adrien who does problematic things but it's not acknowledged to be.

But that is just me as I've been disapproving of Adrien since s2.

[kylimarz]

Miraculous Ladybug College AU Pt 3

Adrien x FemReader x Luka

Part one Part Two

Hey guys, I'm glad you're sticking around. Here's part three! Let me know if you would like to be tagged in updates

With a gentle yawn, she slowly sits up, stretching as the soft glow of early morning filters through the curtains. The familiar scent of her home surrounds her, the weight of the blanket still draped over her shoulders grounding her for a moment. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, she glances around, realizing she must have dozed off while they were watching the movie.

Reaching out instinctively to where Luka had been beside her, her fingers meet not warmth but paper. A note. She picks it up, smoothing the slightly crumpled edges as she reads the familiar handwriting:

"Hey, I hope you slept well. I made you breakfast. If you don’t feel up to going to class today, let me know and I’ll ditch with you."

At the end, where his name is signed, the "u" in Luka is replaced with a small, drawn heart.

A soft smile tugs at her lips as she sets the note down, her chest warming in a way that makes her feel guilty for how much she needs him right now. Pushing the thought away, she stands, stretching once more before making her way toward the kitchen.

The moment she steps in, the smell of something warm and familiar greets her, and her stomach rumbles in response. She opens the microwave and sees a neatly arranged plate of food, still warm. Groaning in appreciation at the scent, she carefully takes it out and walks over to the kitchen island, setting it down.

Just as she’s about to dig in, she pauses, a nagging thought surfacing. She should check the time.

Glancing back at the microwave, her eyes land on the glowing numbers: 7:00 AM.

A groan escapes her as reality settles back in. She needs to be in class by 9:30—sketches in hand—ready for critique and revisions before meeting with her new model.

Her chest tightens slightly at the thought.

This was supposed to be their project.

She and Marinette had spent countless hours designing these collections together, working late into the night, sketching side by side, fabrics and ideas intertwining like their friendship. Their goal had been to create something seamless, pieces that could be swapped between their collections and still look like they belonged together. They had been so excited, pouring every ounce of their creativity into it.

And now... she’d give anything for just one more sleepless night, one more frantic design session, one more moment of quiet laughter with her best friend.

A heavy sigh escapes her as she pushes those thoughts aside, making a mental list of everything she needs to do before leaving.

Finishing her food quickly, she sets the plate aside, stretching her arms above her head before making her way up to the loft where her design space waits. The morning light filters through the large windows, casting long shadows across the room, illuminating the organized chaos of sketches, fabric swatches, and unfinished designs scattered across the table.

She moves with purpose, flipping through the pages of her sketchbook and gathering the ones she needs for critique. But as her fingers brush against another pile, she hesitates. Marinette’s designs.

Her chest tightens, but she swallows it down. They had both poured their hearts into these collections, and Marinette deserved to have her work seen just as much as she did. Carefully, she gathers the sketches, sliding them into her leather binder alongside her own.

Her eyes scan the room, making sure she has everything she needs. Measuring tape? Check. Notebook? Check. Sketchbook and pencil case? Check. She tucks them neatly into a well-worn tote bag, adjusting its weight on her arm before heading back downstairs.

Setting everything on the table, she strides toward her bedroom, quickly rifling through her closet for something that balances professionalism and style. She settles on an outfit that gives off fashion school professional without trying too hard. Pulling her hair into a claw clip, she swipes on some mascara, the dark lashes framing her tired eyes.

She doesn’t let herself think too long.

With a deep breath, she grabs her things, slings her bag over her shoulder, binder tucked securely under her arm, and heads for the door.

The walk to school is routine, almost mindless. The city hums around her, a few supers dashing across rooftops toward unknown emergencies. The sight is nothing new, but after everything that’s happened, the weight of what it really means sits heavier in her chest. She might be in charge of everything now...

She clenches her jaw, shaking her head to clear her thoughts. She flexes her fingers, rolling her shoulders, trying to shake off the tension.

Focus. Just get through today. She chants over and over on her way to class.

Walking through the tall studio doors, she takes in the familiar space—the high ceilings, the scattered tables, the clusters of students chatting while flipping through sketchbooks. The air is filled with the low hum of conversation, the faint scent of coffee, ink, and fabric glue lingering from projects past.

She hesitates just inside the entrance. Nothing feels right. The energy in the room feels distant, like she’s watching from the outside. She clenches her jaw, deciding against forcing small talk. Instead, she quietly makes her way to the edge of the room, setting up her station with careful precision.

To kill time, she flips through her sketches again, running her fingers over the lines she’s memorized by heart. Her lungs expand with a slow inhale—just focus.

A loud male voice suddenly cuts through the chatter.

“Alright, class! Models will be coming in shortly, but first, I want you all to pin your favorite design up on the front wall.”

A wave of muttering spreads across the room as students start rifling through their portfolios. She hesitates, eyes scanning between her personal favorite and one she worked on with Marinette. Her fingers linger on the page, heart tightening, before she finally picks their shared illustration and strides up to pin it alongside the others.

Slowly, one by one, more sketches are tacked to the wall, students dispersing back to their stations.

The professor speaks again. “Now, the models will come in, look over the illustrations, and choose which one they’d like to wear. Once they decide, we’ll send them your way.”

A ripple of surprise moves through the room—low gasps, excited whispers. People settle into their seats, clutching coffee cups and energy drinks, waiting for the models to make their choices.

The vibration of her phone cuts through the background noise.

She pulls it from her pocket, the glow of the screen catching her eye. A text from Luka.

"Hey, I hope you're in class and not ditching without me 😉. Last night was nice. I missed you. Repeat tonight?"

A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she starts to type back. But then—

“Hey.”

A voice. A familiar voice. One that stops her mid-motion, fingers hovering above the screen.

She looks up.

Standing in front of her is Adrien Agreste. In the flesh.

And he looks just as exhausted as she feels.

“…Hey.” Her voice carries a questioning edge. “I thought you were a music major now?”

“I am,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck. “But they needed models, and a friend asked me to help.”

His gaze flickers downward when he says friend. She doesn’t have to ask to know who he means.

Her stomach twists.

“Oh.” Her voice is flat. “I’m guessing you picked this sketch knowing it was hers?”

His brows furrow. “What? No, I just like your designs. I always have—you know that.”

His hand reaches out, resting lightly on her shoulder. A familiar gesture.

She knows he’s telling the truth. Deep down, she does. But the weight of everything makes it hard to think ahead.

She swallows hard, looking away.

Because right now, the present moment is all she can handle.

"Ok then, want to look over my sketches with me and pick five illustrations to pick and a couple extra's to be safe?"

She says this as deep down she feels the need to comfort this man who looks just as wrecked as she does over her best friend's death. She knows there's not much she can do, but at the moment, she can be a slight distraction.

Adrien nods, his expression softening slightly. "Yeah, I'd love to help."

Sliding over to share her stool, they sift through the illustrations together. She watches his fingers carefully flip through each page, his touch reverent, as if the sketches are something sacred. And in a way, they are. They're more than just designs—they’re remnants of long nights spent beside Marinette, bouncing ideas back and forth, tweaking silhouettes, perfecting fabric choices. She wonders if Adrien notices how carefully she’s trying to weave Marinette’s work into the final selections, keeping pieces of her alive in this collection.

They pass the time with light laughter, talking about old memories and catching up in ways they hadn’t in so long. The weight in her chest lightens, just a little.

By the time the professor finally makes his way over, they’ve narrowed it down—five looks for the runway, with a couple of backups for the editorial shoot. As the professor nods in approval and walks away, she and Adrien exchange a triumphant high-five, followed by an easy, reassuring hug.

“Hey…” Adrien starts, pulling back slightly, “wanna go get—”

A sudden crash shatters the moment.

The entire room falls silent, heads whipping toward the sound.

A voice—sharp, furious, and laced with an American accent—rings out.

"You're not hearing me!"

The girl’s words are venomous, her voice trembling with barely contained rage.

"These are my designs. Mine. You do not get to dictate what I must change or alter!" She hurls her illustrations to the floor, pages scattering like fallen leaves. "I am paying to go to this school, I get to choose what I want to do!"

Then she’s gone, storming out of the room with enough force to leave a stunned silence in her wake.

But something else catches her attention—something flickering against the windows. A faint shimmer of purple and blue.

A chill runs down her spine.

Without a word, she’s on her feet, following after the girl, heart pounding as she watches for the telltale transformation.

She doesn’t have to wait long.

A loud, eerie cackle echoes through the hallway. The girl’s voice has shifted, deeper now, dripping with theatrical grandeur as she announces her new identity to the world.

“Call me Belle du Sud!”

And with that, a golden runway begins to unspool down the corridor, consuming everything in its path. Students caught in its wake morph instantly, their bodies adorned in extravagant, over-the-top couture—ruffles, lace, corsets, bustles, exaggerated sleeves. The hallway transforms into a surreal, living fashion show, bodies moving with unnatural poise as if being directed against their will.

Of course.

She groans, gripping her Miraculous. "Of course this is the kind of villain I have to deal with at an arts school."

There’s no time to waste.

"Alright, Tikki, let's go. Spots on!"

With a burst of red light, she’s airborne, yoyo in hand, swinging toward the golden trail spreading through the school.

"This would be a great time for Chat Noir to show up and handle this for me," she mutters into the comms, already bracing herself for the chaos ahead.

The golden runway snakes its way down the halls, consuming the floor beneath it. Each step Ladybug takes is careful, calculated—one wrong move, and she could be swept up in its influence just like the others.

Then, like clockwork, Chat Noir lands beside her in a crouch, his baton extended.

"Looks like the fashion police are out in full force," he murmurs, his usual playfulness absent.

She doesn't respond, but a quick glance between them is all they need to communicate. They're both thinking the same thing—neutralize the source, fast.

Belle du Sud stands at the center of it all, her gown dripping in gold fabric, the long train behind her flowing as if caught in a constant breeze. Her hands extend dramatically, and with a flick of her wrist, the students around her strut like mannequins in an endless catwalk.

"You!" she sneers, locking eyes with Ladybug. "You wouldn’t dare to challenge a true artist."

"That’s exactly what I’m here to do," Ladybug shoots back, tightening her grip on her yoyo.

Chat Noir doesn’t hesitate—he dashes forward, weaving through the moving crowd. Ladybug follows suit, their bodies moving in sync as if they’ve trained together for years. No wasted movements, no second-guessing.

Belle du Sud flicks her wrist again, and the students suddenly lunge for them, fabric swirling like living extensions of the villain herself.

Ladybug ducks as a sleeve nearly wraps around her throat, slicing through the air like a whip. Chat Noir leaps over a ruffled skirt that twists unnaturally toward him, his baton extending to vault him higher.

"Cataclysm!"

He doesn’t even need to say it. She already knew he was going to use it. As he lands, his claws graze the golden flooring, and instantly, it decays—the hypnotized models stumble as the pathway begins to crumble beneath them.

"Lucky Charm!"

A burst of red light, and a small pink and white object falls into her hands.

An eraser.

Her eyes dart around. The golden runway. The fluttering illustrations on the ground. The correction marks from the professor’s notes, still scribbled over the girl’s discarded designs.

Then she sees it. The scissors hanging from a student’s belt, glinting under the hallway lights.

She snatches them mid-motion, flipping through the sketches on the ground.

"What’s the matter?" Belle du Sud taunts, her voice laced with superiority. "Realizing you’re out of your depth?"

Ladybug doesn’t answer. She kneels, using the eraser to wipe away the harsh red ink slashing through the girl's designs—every correction, every mark of disapproval. Then, with quick, sure movements, she cuts and re-matches the pieces together, fitting them into something new—something that still holds the original essence but shows growth instead of rejection.

Belle du Sud hesitates.

Ladybug holds up the new design, her voice sharp but steady.

"You need to stop talking out of your ass and actually try harder. You're here to learn, not to throw a tantrum when someone pushes you to be better."

For a moment, there is silence.

Belle du Sud's hands tremble, her golden gown rippling unnaturally, caught between power and doubt. Ladybug watches the flickering glow around her, the wavering hold of the akuma’s influence.

"You don’t have to let this control you," Ladybug says, voice steady but firm. "We can fix this together. But you have to let go of whatever’s holding your anger."

The villain hesitates. The room, once thick with tension, holds still.

Then, slowly, her fingers lift toward the golden brooch at her throat—the item pulsing faintly with dark energy.

Ladybug watches her carefully, stepping closer. "Just hand it over. It doesn’t have to end like this."

Belle du Sud's fingers curl around the brooch, grip tightening. There's a flicker of hesitation, of something unresolved in her eyes.

Before she can second-guess, Chat Noir lunges.

In one swift, fluid motion, he snatches the brooch and crushes it in his fist. "Cataclysm."

A sharp snap—golden light shatters like glass, disintegrating into nothing.

The Akuma, freed, flutters upward. Ladybug barely wastes a breath before swinging her yoyo, catching the dark butterfly midair. "No more evil little guy."

A burst of red energy ripples through the hall. The golden runway dissolves, the students regain their senses, and Belle du Sud—no, just a girl now—falls to her knees, breathless.

Ladybug kneels beside her, setting the newly reassembled designs in front of her. "You’re not a failure. You just need to keep pushing. That’s what this place is for."

Tears slip down the girl's face, but she nods, hands gripping the papers tightly.

Ladybug exhales, standing. The moment the magic settles, she turns, finding Chat Noir watching her—not with amusement, not with his usual teasing grin, but with quiet understanding.

She steps closer and places a hand on his shoulder.

"We need to talk."

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────────────────────── 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ✧˚.⋆ 12 Adrien

Marinette had been waiting at Café Procope for about fifteen minutes. Her friends were seated somewhere close enough to ensure she’d be safe, but far enough to avoid eavesdropping.

She had arrived early—shocker—and now found herself fidgeting with the tablecloth as she waited. Is this even worth it? What if he doesn’t come? What if this is a set-up? She was so lost in thought that she didn’t notice someone sit across from her.

“Marinette?” a voice called hesitantly.

She didn’t react until a warm hand gently covered hers. The unexpected touch snapped her out of her thoughts, and she looked up.

Blonde hair. Green eyes. For a split second, relief washed over her. Then she noticed—his hair was a shade too light, his eyes the wrong hue of green.

Her heart sank.

This wasn’t Felix.

Marinette immediately pulled her hand back, placing it in her lap. “Adrien,” she greeted coolly before waving a waitress over. She wasn’t about to do this on an empty stomach.

She ordered a strawberry tart and red fruit tea. Adrien asked for an assortment of macarons and hot chocolate.

Silence settled between them, thick and awkward. When their orders finally arrived, Marinette picked up her spoon, ready to eat—until Adrien spoke.

“I’m sorry, Marinette.” His voice was barely above a whisper, his gaze fixed on the drink in front of him.

She set her spoon down with a soft clink. “Sorry for what, Adrien?”

He tensed. The way she said his name—so detached, so distant—was a stark contrast to the warmth she used to show him.

“For everything,” he admitted. “For telling you to take the high road. For not standing up for you when I knew Lila was lying. For being a spineless coward.”

Marinette stayed silent. She knew Adrien hadn’t been raised to handle confrontation—his father had never taught him how. But that didn’t mean she could forgive him so easily.

She chose her next words carefully. “What do you want me to do about it?”

Adrien blinked. He hadn’t expected that.

The truth was, he had only recently realized just how much damage Lila had caused. He had caught her searching through Marinette’s bag one afternoon, mumbling under her breath about ruining the designer’s sketchbook when she didn’t find what she was looking for.

Adrien wasn’t stupid. Everyone in class knew how much designing meant to Marinette. The thought of Lila deliberately sabotaging her future made his stomach twist.

And he had done nothing to stop it.

He ran a shaky hand through his hair.

“I know you won’t forgive me right away,” he said, voice heavy with guilt. “Even I wouldn’t. But I’ll change. I’ll earn your trust properly—if you’ll let me.”

For so long, he had convinced himself that staying neutral was the right thing to do. That if he ignored the problem, it would disappear. But Marinette wasn’t a problem—she was a person. And he had left her to suffer alone.

Marinette sighed, watching him. The dark circles under his eyes, the way his shoulders sagged—he had already been punishing himself.

Felix's words from earlier on not forgiving anyone till she was ready rung through her head. She took a slow sip of her tea, gathering her thoughts. He hadn’t been the worst of them. He hadn’t actively participated in Lila’s games—he had just looked away, lost in his own little bubble.

That didn’t excuse him, but… she was tired.

“I forgive you, Adrien.”

His breath caught. “W-what?”

She didn’t look at him as she picked up her fork and took a bite of her tart. Her phone pinged beside her plate—a text from Chloé.

Adrien stared, still processing her words.

“You weren’t the worst of them,” she said simply. “And besides, I’d like to believe you didn’t know any better.”

She had spent too long being angry. Too long carrying the weight of other people’s choices. Holding onto resentment wouldn’t change the past, and frankly, she didn’t want to carry that burden anymore.

Letting go wasn’t for Adrien. It was for herself.

“You’ve punished yourself enough anyway,” she added, nodding slightly toward him.

Adrien looked down at his hands, then back at her. He hadn’t realized just how much the guilt had been weighing on him until now. Her forgiveness didn’t erase it, but it loosened the grip it had around his chest.

Marinette stood, smoothing out her skirt. Adrien quickly moved to stand too, his food barely touched.

“Relax,” she said with a small smile. “You said you’d earn my trust, remember?”

He swallowed hard and nodded.

“I’ll see you on Monday.” She placed her half of the bill on the table before turning to leave.

Adrien watched her go, slumping back into his seat.

For the first time in days, he let out a deep, shaky breath. Tears pricked at his eyes. She had forgiven him—of course he still had a long way to go but she forgave him. She was too kind for her own good. 

The boy wiped the tears off his face before nibbling on one of his macaroons.

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A/N : Guys at this point i've spent like 40 minutes changing all my links 😭 If some of them aren't adding up please let me know so i can change them as soon as possible cause i'm sleepy-

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You know, I started watching Miraculous about a year ago, binged the whole thing pretty quickly. Didn't bat an eyelash when watching Chameleon (it was actually an episode that made me like Adrien -more- lol, dunno if that's weird or rare?). Maybe because I had the advantage of seeing 5 seasons all at once, but Lila never bothered me much because she just... didn't come across like much of an actual threat? Anyways, the idea of being upset with Alya... never once crossed my mind. Adrien is my favorite, and I had already heard some of the saltier takes about him when first getting into the show. Since I was a new viewer, I wasn't sure how much of the salt to take seriously? And was feeling kinda frustrated about it. So honestly, my first reaction to hearing about Alya salt was almost...relief? Because I thought that if the fandom was mad at -her- of all people, I could ignore most, if not all, of the salt as just...bad faith interpretations, people getting angry to be angry. I mean this as a compliment to Alya's character, if that makes sense? She's like, one of the characters least deserving of salt IMO. Anyways sorry if this is confusing or pointless because it's just my (maybe in the minority?) opinion. And I don't mean to invalidate how frustrating all the excessive Alya salt is. But I guess I wanted to bring a little Alya positivity.

I can see what you mean about actually being kind of relieved about the Alya salt, because it's so clearly a bad faith take that most of the rest of the stuff in its vicinity loses validity as well. So you don't feel guilty for not agreeing with the awful things people are saying about the characters you like, because their opinions are bogus.

And yeah, honestly, Chameleon is actually a really GOOD showing from Adrien, when looking at what he actually knows. Seriously, this sweet boy:

Offers to change seats with Marinette so he gets sent to the back of the class instead of her.

Tries to talk Lila into stopping lying by just kindly telling her that she doesn't need to lie to make people like her, but that continuing to lie will turn people against her, and requesting that she not lie to him again.

Adrien advising Marinette against trying to continue to expose Lila. His presumption that she was just a lonely girl lying for attention was wrong but honestly his advice was pretty sound, especially since Marinette's attempts to expose Lila were just backfiring. And his statement about how making a bad guy suffer has never turned them into a good guy had a fair point to it. I have a feeling that Adrien doesn't approve of prison systems, considering that line.

I love that Adrien did, in fact, go back to sit with Marinette during the next class period so she wouldn't feel so isolated. He can't make Lila into a better person, but he can make her effects on Marinette less bad.

Like. Based off of what he knew and believed at the time, he conducted himself amazingly well. It's not like he could have reasonably anticipated how batshit whatever's going on with Lila is.

[mc-lukanette]

"Clear as a music note, sincere as a melody. You've been the song stuck in my head since the day we first met."

Luka meant every word of it. He hadn't known Marinette for long but he knew people. Whether one called it intuition, a sixth sense, or nothing more than a "feeling," he didn't care. Marinette was a special girl and anyone who didn't know didn't understand her. It was the way she talked, the way she laughed, and even the way she was constantly stumbling over herself because she cared so much about others.

He felt it in her designs and had seen the process himself, how she would sit in the same spot for hours until someone snapped her out of it. He wore his Kitty Section costume proudly because of it and swore that it made him play better, just by having a piece of her with him.

That was all he needed, as far as he was concerned. Whether she loved him or not was irrelevant, and he only confessed at all in the first place because he wanted to alleviate whatever doubts she'd had. He was just happy to know her and to be called her friend.

She looked so beautiful against the colorful stage lights too. Had he not needed to leave, he might've told her so. He only hoped she wouldn't run off to let them take all the credit if there were any interviews afterward. She was just as big a part of the band as he was.

He smiled and released her shoulder, turning around to face the stage where he was set to play with the others. He took one step, two steps—

and then his wrist was snagged, pulling him back. He tried to keep his balance, especially as another hand grabbed at his jacket to bring him downwards. Everything was happening too fast, his vision only able to register the blur that was Marinette's face coming towards him.

Heat flooded his system as her lips came into contact with his skin, just to the side of his mouth. She'd kissed him on the cheek before, but that had come off entirely friendly as opposed to the one she'd given him now.

"Worse" still was that he knew she'd missed her intended target in her rush, which was definitely not his cheek.

It was over too soon, but he registered the voices behind him calling him to the stage as Marinette let him go and pulled away. Despite the bold move, she looked away sheepishly and cleared her throat, her blush obvious even in the lighting.

"U-um... good luck?" she said, giving him a fluttery wave.

His shoes felt like they were filled with very selective lead, keeping him firmly in place unless he was moving towards her specifically. Alas, his bandmates were still calling and not going would've ruined all the effort Marinette had put into getting them to this point.

Thus, he turned - for real this time - and went to set up with the others.

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Luka somehow managed to concentrate throughout the entire performance. The nice thing about his Kitty Section mask was that he could look around freely without being noticed, particularly at the siren of a girl standing in the background watching his every move. Her fingers were steepled in front of her mouth, making it hard to gauge her exact expression, but her eyes never left his.

Each note he played felt like a pleasant shock through his body, a positive feedback loop that kept going throughout the whole song. It'd happened before when he was in a good mood, playing his feelings through the strings, but not like this.

Not after being kissed by the one he was in love with, and not on a stage where the energy surrounding him was so high. Whenever he turned to the other bandmates, they were staring at him in bewilderment, but not in any bad way. He wasn't overshadowing them or throwing off the song, he was just more of what was already there, and the stage crew was getting into it.

It was fantastic.

By the time everything was over and the recording was done, there was nothing stopping him anymore. He wordlessly passed his guitar to a confused Rose, then walked off the stage, past the crew, and past a reporter who had snuck in and was asking him questions he didn't bother listening to. He pushed his mask up and took a straight path directly towards Marinette, who was bouncing from the thrill of the moment.

"That was incredible, Luka!" she squealed. "It sounded even better than in the video! People are going to love it, I—"

He grabbed her face and kissed her. It momentarily occurred to him that he could've said something romantic like, "I only played so well because you were there," which was true, but kissing her the way she'd tried to kiss him seemed like a far more appropriate response to what she'd done.

It felt equivalent to getting to play a song she'd written just for him, which was almost a shame. Had he known she could've made noises like she was just by him kissing her, he would've suggested a different type of song for the music video.

There was a shriek in the background that was probably Rose, which he paid no mind to. He broke the kiss, but remained hunched over to Marinette's level, still holding her blushing face and cherishing the warmth against his palms.

"Did you love it?" he asked quietly, stroking her cheeks. "That's all I care about."

Her voice had raised an octave when she replied, "O-of course? I said it was incredible! I love you—it! A lot!"

She managed to fit her hands between his, covering her face with an embarrassed whine. He sighed blissfully, dropping his hands to wrap his arms around her and bury his face into her shoulder.

"I can't believe you tried to kiss me," he began, then added even though he could've left it at that, "right before I had to go on stage."

"Sorry," came the muffled apology behind her hands, though he smirked when he caught the hint of not actually being sorry in her voice. She returned his embrace, squeezing and shaking a little as she whispered, "I should've done it sooner."

When Luka had thought just a few minutes ago that he would've been perfectly happy just getting to know Marinette and be her friend, he meant it, but he wasn't about to complain about being thrice as perfectly happy either.

[gimme-that-felix-content]

Hi! Here's a pre-"Representation" writing doodle, basically. I just wrote this really quickly last night on my phone and finished today

Just some self indulgent Felix and Kagami hurt/comfort ^^, no romance, I didn't really edit this it's just something easy for fun. If I made mistakes, no i didn't<3

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Felix sat curled up alongside Kagami, their shoulders pressed against each other as they both watched the sunset from the top of the London Bridge. They had been talking, but Kagami's revelation put a pause to their conversation to let Felix think.

His stomach churned, and his eyes fell off the bright line of the horizon ahead as he nervously bit his lip.

"And you're sure she won't...?" he asked, then sighed when he found himself unable to finish the question.

"Marinette is the kindest person I know," Kagami replied immediately, as if they hadn't been sitting in silence for a good ten minutes now. Her gaze, drifting along the line of the horizon until now, fell on Felix and his focused face. "Even though she can be... a lot..." Her face blushed. It wasn't like her friendship with Marinette had a spotless record. But ever since finding out that Marinette is Ladybug, Kagami had come to understand some things.

Now the silence fell again when Felix found himself emptily staring at the surface of water. Worry twisted his stomach. He absentmindedly touched his right hand, but his ring disappeared whenever he was transformed into Argos. Still, he desperately wanted to hold on to his ring right now, and so he released Duusu, the Kwami falling onto his shoulder with a sigh. His ring was right there, obviously, so there was nothing to be worried about.

"Ladybug and Chat Noir have killed numerous Sentimonsters before," he said finally, with palpable bitterness in his voice. He let out a breath he'd been holding in and wrapped his arms tighter around his knees. "How do I know I can trust them? Me. How do I trust them with knowledge that could hurt me or Adrien? How do I know they won't just try t-" He must've sounded particularly pathetic because Kagami quickly set a hand on his back.

"They never knew what we know. We just have to make her listen," said Kagami. Her other hand reached tentatively for Felix's. She didn't touch his right hand or his ring, thinking that maybe he'd be more comfortable if no one else was touching him. His grip was limp in hers, his hands cold and clammy, and she squeezed in assurance. "I would trust Marinette with my life."

Felix's lips pressed into a straight line. He bowed his head, closing his eyes. Loud inhale, then exhale. He'd watched Ladybug on TV. He'd imagined himself standing in place of those Sentimonsters countless times. Was the way they were treated truly all they were? Play toys for Monarch and a mindless obstacle for Ladybug? No, they were more. They were more than what their maker thought of them, the way he treated them. Just because everyone saw them as monsters didn't mean they really were them...

"It's okay to be scared," Kagami said and hesitantly wrapped her arm around his stiff shoulders. He didn't flinch away or push her away, so she took that as an invitation and hugged him. "It's a lot."

She was nervous too. Starting with revealing to Marinette that she knew about her secret. Ending with the worry that she wouldn't take any of this well.

"At times like this I wish my father had been right and I didn't feel anything," Felix said softly into his knees.

He squeezed his eyes shut. Despite everything he'd been told throughout his life, he had always known the truth. He had always felt every little thing just like any other person. Sometimes too much. Sometimes just the knowledge of what he was felt too heavy, and now he was putting himself out there, revealing his greatest secret, because he knew he needed help. From her.

Kagami stared at him.

"You can't let your father into your head like that," she said firmly. "It's not right."

Felix recoiled slightly.

"I know. I'm sorry."

"Don't be." Kagami shook her head. She sat back, realizing she'd sounded too harsh. "It's just easier to listen to these thoughts because we've heard them many times, but we mustn't."

"...Yeah."

Felix's thoughts drifted to the coming days again. Kagami's idea to ask Ladybug... Marinette, for help defeating Gabriel and by extension Monarch, gave him shivers. He briefly thought he should be the one fighting, but...

His fingers absentmindedly brushed against the surface of his brooch. He thought of Red Moon. The memory squeezed his heart within his chest. He had sworn to himself to never make a Sentimonster out of hatred. But that was all he would ever feel towards Adrien's father. He wouldn't create another person made only to feel those emotions and use them to destroy.

"...Fine," Felix said with a heavy chest. "I agree to your plan."

He finally lifted his head. The evening breeze coming from the river blew right in his face, and it worked like a cold compress against his heated, exhausted mind. Looking left and right, he realized the sun had long dipped beyond the horizon, and the sky was now a calming, dark shade of navy, turning to black.

"We missed the sunset," he said.

Kagami stood up and pulled him up to his feet. He grabbed her with his right hand.

"You'll have a thousand more to enjoy," she said, and he took it like a promise. They would find a way to ask Ladybug for help, and maybe it would all be okay.

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yayy thank you for reading. I completely forgot about Duusu here lmfao sowwy girl I will include you next time if it comes -.-

I also really struggle writing Kagami but whateverrr