#her getting with LUKA of all people was so random and out of no where

[avatarofthetired]

Since listing these brings joy to me

I bring to you

An ever growing masterpost of random absurd tma shit that just can’t be real /pos

- Martin actually has no middle name and added the K because he wanted to

- Jon spelling out LOL in his professional voice

- Jon singing. Brief singing

- “baaaaa” -Jonathan Sims

- Bug sex statement

- Bug sex two electric boogaloo

- Jon and Martin BOTH lied about their ages in order to seem more credible and professional

- Martin lied his way into the most dangerous job

- Jonas master plan relied on Jon being Gay As Fuck

- Being Compeled makes Elias aroused???

- that one plumber who walked into a Stranger site and was just so oblivious that Nikola called in Jude Perry so they could make fun of him and called him to come BACK

- Tim was sleeping with both a man and woman at the police station for information and records

- Tim thought Jon and Basira were sleeping together at first

- There was a guy who used a haunted coffin as his coffee table without realizing

- Bone Apple Teeth

- the existence of monster pig

- salesa was just living unbothered in the apocalypse with a woman he knew was going to kill him at some point

- the entirety of skeptic Jon (oh it’s normal that his body was fully encased in web, oh it’s normal that Sasha’s off to a wax museum every day with her boyfriend that looks like a stock photo)

- Jon asking Why Do You Sound Like That before asking if someone is going to kill him

- there was a guy who got trapped in a spiral maze and just left because he had dinner plans with his mom

- there was a girl who had a ghost in her house burning and she just went back to sleep

- homophobic vase

- real elias the nepo baby pothead who’s worst fear was being caught high

- Elías does his scheduling on Wednesday, he may be a monster but this is where he draws the line

- the s1 archive crew literally just commits crimes for Jon’s follow ups

- Sasha has hacked all of the s1 crews computers because she can

- Jon has never been on drugs but gets offended if you say he would never and also blames everything on drugs

- door man with knife hands

- there’s a guy who sells fucky items that screw people over and everybody still gets shit from him

- Jon was kidnapped three times like a little princess peach

- Gerry and his colorful shirt and shitty dyed hair and eye tattoos on vacation

- Jon keeps the rib that he got extracted by the guy who does fucky shit with your bones in his desk

- Peter Lukas got cancelled

- Peter Lukas only gave his ritual a name because he thought they were supposed to and everyone else was doing it

[heartbreakercupcake]

“If you don’t like Bayo/Luka getting together then you’re just Biphobic!! If you headcanon her as bi then her getting with a man NO MATTER  how POORLY WRITTEN it is you should be fine with it uwu”

Me a Bisexual: FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK-

[mochegato]

Thank You, But No

“Oh no! Oh no! Oh no!” Marinette uttered in a combination of mutters under her breath and exasperated groans. She was running late to meet Tim for dinner, which admittedly, wasn’t new or surprising, for either of them.  It had become so common for one of them to be late, they had a punishment for it, whoever was late had to pay for the meal, or the next one if they missed the meal entirely.  Which was fine for M. Co-CEO of a billion-dollar company, but she could NOT afford another dinner.  Not even a Batburger dinner.

Not that Tim would force her to pay.  He’d brush it off and pay with a smile, but she didn’t want him to have to because he was being generous, which of course he always was.  He was the single most generous, thoughtful, considerate man she’d ever met, and she’d met Adrien, Luka, Nino, and her dad, so that was saying something.  He was brilliant and funny and understanding.  He was an absolutely amazing person and even better boyfriend.

Which isn’t to say they didn’t have issues… such as their propensity for getting wrapped up in whatever they were working on and being late for dates or missing them entirely, as mentioned previously.  But they always made it up to each other and made sure the other knew how important they were.  Or at least they tried.  Maybe they weren’t as successful as Marinette had thought.  That would explain why there was still an underlying feeling that something was off.  It was tiny but niggling.

That feeling always stopped her from feeling too secure in their relationship and her actions.  She wanted nothing more than to build a life with Tim, but that niggling was holding them back.  They were just short of fully trusting each other.  She knew why she was holding some things back.  She wasn’t ready to tell a man she didn’t fully trust about the nineteen little gods and innumerable troublesome monks that came with being with her.  But she couldn’t figure out what was holding him back if it wasn’t that her constantly being late made him doubt her commitment.

So she needed to get to the restaurant before him, but everything that afternoon seemed to be colluding against her.  She’d narrowly avoided having to go to the warehouse or to a customer to handle random issues several times throughout the day, the issues seemingly getting increasingly significant as the day went on.  She’d spent the entire day putting out fires and now was running late.

But!  She was only a block from the restaurant.  She could see the awning as she ran and although she was late, she was still earlier than Tim typically was, so there was a very good chance she would be able to beat him. She grinned as she picked up speed, weaving between people as she flew toward the crosswalk.

However, that is when Gotham struck.  Just as she reached the street corner, a car exploded in front of her.  Everyone immediately backed away and lowered themselves closer to the ground as they edged away from the explosion.  Marinette, however, froze after crouching down rather than backing away.

She studied the scene taking in every detail, searching for anyone in need of immediate help and calculating where her help would most be needed.  But nothing appeared to need attention.  The explosion was controlled and concise.  Only the car itself was damaged.  She couldn’t even see any bodies, not even the driver.

She cautiously moved closer to the exploded car waiting for the rogue’s next move.  But nothing happened.  She stood warily and moved slowly toward the restaurant.  In all likelihood, it would still operate as normal.  The incident wasn’t large enough to garner Bat attention.  The cops would appear eventually.  Nothing that any Gothamite would take note of the next day, really.

She kept her movements tentative as she crossed the street.  Something seemed off, something she couldn’t quite identify and it was disconcerting.  It almost came as no surprise when she felt herself suddenly drifting off into a black void mid-step.

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Sensation flooded back to Marinette with a drawn-out groan.  Her head was fuzzy.  Her limbs were weighed down.  She snuggled into the luxurious sheets wrapped around her.  She loved these sheets.  They were silky and soft and… she shot up into a seated position, eyes wide… and they were definitely not something she would be able to afford.

She instantly fell back onto the bed with a whimper, clutching her now throbbing head, and looked around through her fingers.  It took a few seconds for the scene around her to register.  She was in a grand room.  Her entire apartment could fit in this one room.  She eyed one of the paintings on the wall.  Just that painting alone was worth more than everything in her apartment combined.

There was only one family she knew personally who could possibly have a room like this.  She sat back up slowly to examine the room again.  It had to be Wayne Manor… some hidden, supremely pretentious room in Wayne Manor.  Oh no!  Did she pass out and Tim found her and took her home to Wayne Manor!  Instead of his own flat for some reason…  Oh, this was a catastrophe.  It was so embarrassing.

She collapsed back onto the bed with an embarrassed groan, her eyes clamped shut.  There was a lot more gold than she had ever seen in Wayne Manor before.  Why would he have taken her to Wayne Manor and this room?  What was she supposed to get from this?  There had to be a message in this bizarre behavior, right?

“Finally awake I see.”  Marinette’s eyes shot open.  That was not Tim’s voice.  That wasn’t even a male voice, so it definitely wasn’t Alfred’s voice or one of Tim’s brothers either.  She sat up warily, eyes darting around rapidly to find the source of the voice, which was considerably more difficult than it should have been in the cavernous room.  She froze when she finally located it.

A tall, lithe, impeccably put together woman sitting in a shadowy corner leaned forward, but didn’t say anything, choosing instead to stand gracefully and observe Marinette impassively.  After a few long seconds under her scrutiny, Marinette shifted uncomfortably in the bed, pulling the opulent sheets tighter around herself.  Her gaze broke away, nervously taking in the room around them in greater detail, now knowing with certainty that they were not in Wayne Manor.  “Where am I?”

The woman stalked closer to Marinette, her movements intimidating in their precision and control.  “Somewhere far away from any heroes.  Somewhere nobody can find without a guide.  Somewhere not even your dear Detective would be able to find you.”  Her voice was without the cruelty Marinette would have expected considering the content of her statement.

It was that contrast more than anything that made her register her words.  “Who’s ‘my detective’?  Do you mean Sabrina’s dad!  He’s not a detective!  He’s just an officer.  And he can’t even find his badge half the time.  Sabrina has to stop over and find it for him most mornings.  Saying I’m somewhere he can’t find doesn’t narrow it down.  It could be his guest room… except for the whole,” she motioned to the gilded room.

The woman studied Marinette with a complete lack of emotion on her face except for a single brow arching.  The effect was like being completely transparent before her, which was a feeling Marinette was familiar with from that glass akuma.  But this was worse.  This felt more invasive, more revealing.  “Interesting.”

“I’ve never had someone creepy say that to me and not have it mean something bad,” Marinette observed petulantly.

The woman’s lips seemed to strain to stay in their perfect pout.  “You may want to keep your mouth closed if you value your tongue.”  Despite the war on her lips, her voice was even and commanding, bordering on cold.

“You guys may have kidnapped the wrong person then,” Marinette grumbled.

“Oh no, no, I don’t believe we did,” she hummed, her eyes twinkled with something Marinette couldn’t identify.

The urge to reach up and feel for her earrings was overwhelming, but Marinette refused to give in.  If they didn’t know who she was already, the movement would signal the truth.  It was a clue Marinette was not willing to give.  A blank façade fell across her face.  “And I would recommend speaking clearly and sparsely when you are brought to the throne room,” the woman advised.

Marinette’s façade immediately dropped as her brows furrowed.  “The what now?”

“My father is not known for looking kindly upon fools,” she continued as if Marinette hadn’t spoken.

Marinette blinked at her.  “Did you just sa…”

“You will put those on,” the woman interrupted sharply and motioned toward the clothes laid out on the bed.  “There are no cameras or microphones in here, so you don’t need to worry about that, if my word means anything to you.”

“It doesn’t,” Marinette answered instantly but did turn in the direction indicated, noticing the clothes for the first time.  Even without touching them, she could tell they were extremely high quality both in the fabric and in production.  It would easily be the nicest, most ornate outfit she had ever worn.  It was truly an inspiration for her.  However, it would also easily be the skimpiest thing she’d worn in public other than her bikini.  It was so tight and skimpy, it looked like something a comic book artist designed for a female superhero.  It was most definitely not what she wanted to wear when she was brought to face whoever was behind all this.  “Thank you, but no.  No, I would prefer not to.”

“You will put it on, or you will wear nothing,” the woman warned firmly, “which I’m sure my father will also enjoy, both the result and the process of stripping your current clothes from your body scrap by scrap.”

Marinette’s eyes widened with every word, absolutely confident in the honesty of her words.  She looked back at the clothes that she would be wearing.  “Right… I will… put those on.”

“Wise choice, you may yet survive the night,” the woman nodded and turned.  “The dressers will be in soon.”

“I know how to…” Marinette ripped her eyes from the clothes to the woman, but she was already gone, “… dress myself,” she finished lamely to the empty room.  She finally allowed herself to reach up to her ears with a groan at the lack of earrings.  She was going to have to do this, whatever this ended up being, without her powers and then somehow search what she was positive was a ridiculously large complex for her earrings.

She let out a long, deep breath and started putting the clothes on by herself.  “It’s not like I’m a designer or anything,” she grumbled.  “Not like it’s my entire job to come up with an outfit, accessories, hair, and makeup.  What would I know.”

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Okay, so maybe she didn’t know what was expected for this particular occasion, because just like the room, there was considerably more gold involved in her outfit, accessories, and even makeup than she would have ever used on her own.  And in all honestly, she wasn’t sure she would have been able to get the hair accessories actually stay in their artfully styled placement, especially with all the sharp movements she kept making around the women helping style her and the guards escorting her to their destination, the throne room, if the woman was to be believed, which Marinette was inclined to do, about that fact at least.

As soon as she entered the room, pushed at the end of a few very sharp swords was actually a far better description, she had to fight her jaw dropping.  She’d thought the last room was ostentatious, but this new room made the last room look like a cheap, roadside motel that hadn’t been updated since the 70’s.  The room was covered in gold details and ornately carved, deeply stained woodwork.  The ceiling was far above her like the grand entryway of Wayne Enterprises.  Operas could be properly sung in this room.  Centered against the back wall, a raised platform towered, demanding attention in its size and ostentatiousness.

A single chair sat at the apex with an ancient man seated, just as impeccably dressed as the woman earlier had been.  A step down and behind the chair was a line of other chairs, a few fille empty.  One of the seated figures was the woman she had seen earlier.  As before, the woman gazed impassively upon her, like Marinette’s discomfort and fear was beneath her consideration.  The two others in line only vaguely resembled one another, some not at all, but Marinette surmised they were all his children and the empty chairs for even more of his children.

She stopped at the bottom of the short staircase to what must have been considered the throne and waited to be acknowledged.  The man, who had to be the father the woman had spoken of earlier, stared at her with a similarly intense gaze as his daughter, but significantly more sinister and creepier.  She had to stop herself from fidgeting under it. 

The longer it went on, the more uncomfortable it became until she had to say something.  “Um… hi,” she offered uncertainly, adding to her discomfort with a small, awkward wave.

“Hello…” he responded.  His voice was exactly what she had expected from his appearance, bold but empty and dripping with smarm.  “… Guardian.”

Marinette lifted her head slowly, eyes wide in horror.  “Oh no,” she gasped, barely louder than a breath.

“Welcome to my throne room,” he stated with no indication of warmth or welcome in his voice.  “You, my dear, you have the immense honor of becoming my bride.”

Her eyes somehow managed to widen even further at his words despite her actions being sluggish, the world around her not quite registering as real.  “Oh… no.  No, no, no, no… no.  No, thank you, no.  No, no.  Thank you but no.  No, no, no, no…” she shook her head woodenly then looked back up at him and pursed her lips.  “Noooo.”

“You will join me, and I will make you my queen.”  The sinister glint in his eye and eerie curl to his lips suggested he believed this was an incredible honor.  Marinette could not quite see what proof he had to back that up, but she suspected he was one of those men who based their personal value on delusion rather than evidence.

She was sure a statement like the one he had just uttered was supposed to be a request, but it was stated like a command.  A statement of fact, like ‘the sky is blue’, ‘water is wet’, ‘this situation is messed up.’  “Que…Oh, no.  No, I’m not really the royalty type.  Queen?  I wouldn’t be…  I hate velvet!” she finally exclaimed.  She stomped her foot and crossed her arms over her chest to accentuate her point.

His vile smile dropped, his lips instead forming into a hard, thin line.  “I realize you may believe you are unworthy of me.  Your ability to realize your inferior status is one of the reasons you will become a perfect wife.”

“Oh… no,” she muttered, shaking her head, her eyes unfocusing.  “Adrien warned me something like this would happen if I moved to Gotham.”

“But I assure you,” he continued, completely oblivious that she had said anything, or that she was no longer listening, “you are not as far beneath me as you may believe, Guardian.  With your given powers and my natural strength and intelligence, we will have many strong brilliant children.”

Marinette’s eyebrows disappeared under her bangs.  “Oh… no.  No, thank you.  No.  I think we should reevaluate that decision… maybe tweak it… just a bit.  I can’t… I’m already dat...” She stopped short, offering a strained smile instead.  It was a decidedly terrible idea to mention Tim to a madman.

What she wouldn’t give to have Tim there with her.  She wanted nothing more than to be able to bury her face in his chest and have him wrap his strong arms around her.  But at the same time, she couldn’t imagine anything worse.  He was safe where he was, far away from what was happening to her.  No, she didn’t want Tim with her.  What she wanted was to get out of that room, find her earrings, and get back to Tim’s embrace and not leave it for a week.

She shook her head to try to concentrate back on where she was.  “How about…” she forced air out of her lungs, “no.  No, no, no.  You have kids!”  She motioned toward the seats behind him.  “You already have MANY kids.  You do not need me to have ‘many.’”

“I need better,” he bellowed.

Marinette gasped and straightened up to her full height, which granted, even if the man had been on the same level as her and standing, would not have been much against the towering man, but she refused to accept his statement unmatched.  “Okay, rude.  I think maybe they need a better father.”

“Silence!” he thundered.  His voice echoed throughout the chamber with a ferocity and strength, she was surprised nobody except her flinched.

The woman from earlier almost imperceptibly shook her head, just enough to catch Marinette’s eye but not enough to catch anyone else’s.  “Right.  Silence.  Shutting up, sir,” Marinette grumbled grudgingly.

“Start the ceremony,” he commanded.

In the blink of an eye, Marinette was shoved forward and up the stairs, tripping frequently on her skirt she hadn’t been given time to gather up, a skirt that managed to cover almost nothing of her legs but still drag under her feet, until she was next to the ancient man while another man in a significantly less ornate outfit was ushered into the room in front of them.  “Wait, now?” she exclaimed, looking around frantically.  She could not get married!  Not like this.  Not to him.  It was supposed to be Tim.  They were supposed to build their relationship, develop their trust, then get married.

No, this couldn’t happen.  “Oh, no.  No, this is all happening a bit f…” the word died in her throat when quicker than she could track, a dagger dug into her throat, hard enough for beads of blood to appear at the knife’s edge, but only that much.  She wasn’t sure if the restraint was luck or because he didn’t want his ‘wife’ to bear visible scars, and she was not willing to find out.  Especially considering he was able to do it without standing and she still had no clues where her earrings were.

The new man cleared his throat and looked between the two of them anxiously, his eyes begging Marinette for forgiveness she was too dazed to be able to give.  He cleared his throat when she didn’t respond and continued anyway.  “We are…”

“Skip to the important part,” the ancient man growled.  Marinette tried to back away from him but the guards behind her must have anticipated the response as before she could move a millimeter, she could feel the points of their swords digging into her bare shoulder blades.

The man offered a strained smile.  “Isn’t the entire ceremony the imp…” he froze as the dagger that had been at her neck, suddenly appeared at his, drawing rivulets of blood.

“Do you wish to continue your insolence?” her soon-to-be-husband hissed.  He waited a few beats while he stared down the petrified man.  “Do you?” he demanded louder.  When the man shook his head sloppily, the dagger disappeared so quickly Marinette couldn’t say where it went.

The other man’s eyes darted between the two of them again, sweat mixing with the blood running down his neck and staining his collar.  “Do you…”

“I do,” the ancient man barked impatiently.

“Right…”  The other man nodded anxiously and turned to Marinette.  “Do yo…”

She shook her head so rapidly the man in front of her blurred.  “Oh… n…”

“She does,” her betrothed cut in loudly.

“Okay, yeah, I suppose that can… can count,” the other man stammered.  He was slowly inching away from the couple, putting as much space between him and them as he could before he was able to sprint out of the room, and Marinette had never been more jealous of anyone in her life.  “I now pronounce you husband and wife.”

“What?” she exclaimed.  No.  No, no, no, no.  No.  She could not be married.  Not to this man.  This was not the future she planned.  Her heart sank as the man’s lips puckered and he pulled her closer against his body.

His predatory grin dropped when an explosion sounded nearby.  “What,” he seethed.  He glared at the wall closest to the explosion like it was solely responsible for the disruption and hissed when the sounds of fighting carried into the room.  “Impossible!”

The sounds increased in volume until it was so loud, they could almost make out the words being screamed in the fight.  It quickly became apparent the fight would breach the throne room in moments.  The ancient man shoved Marinette away with such force, she sprawled on the floor and scrambled to keep from falling off the stage, but his eyes never left the door to check on her, not that she would have expected him to.  He pulled out his sword from wherever he had secured it, she still wasn’t sure where that was, and wielded it in preparation.

“Father,” the woman from earlier said quietly but forcefully, “we must leave before he comes.”

“I am not afraid of him,” he hissed, his eyes still glaring at the door in anticipation.

“No,” she agreed, but Marinette could see the roll of her eyes behind her father’s back.  “But a battle that need not be fought is a foolish one.”

He hissed and tucked his sword away as he whirled toward the back of the room, rushing with his daughter toward a hidden door, his other children already long gone.  “How did he know?”  His voice was lower than it had been since she met him, but still managed to carry through the room.

The woman pointedly ignored Marinette as she moved behind her father.  “Likely a tracker.  Did you check her for a tracker?”

“Of course I checked for a tracker!” he thundered and turned on her, attempting to stare her down.

The woman raised an eyebrow but refused to cower at his vitriol.  “Then I suggest having your men do a better job next time.”

The man growled but moved through the door his daughter had been urging him toward with a final flourish of his cape.  And just like that, he was gone and the room empty as his guards had all disappeared without a sound and through some mysterious, possibly magical means, because they certainly hadn’t gone through the door at the front of the room or the door the man and his daughter had disappeared through.

She searched the room for their escape route, hoping to follow their lead.  Following that man and his family seemed like an absolutely terrible idea.  The last thing she needed was him remembering she existed and trying to take her with him.  Going out the front door would lead her straight into the fight, which without her earrings, seemed like a worse idea.  But she needed to get to her earrings and she needed to get them now, before anyone else found them.  And that was all assuming the man didn’t realize she was Ladybug as well as the guardian and take the earrings with him.

She started down the stairs swiftly, intensely inspecting every centimeter of the side wall as she moved.  She had just caught a slight irregularity in the wall when the front door slammed open and several figures rushed in.  She squawked and attempted to find a place to hide, but she had managed to position herself directly in front of the stairs when the door opened.  She could not have selected a more exposed location in the room if she tried.  Even if she’d been at the top of the stairs, she would have been closer to the back door and would have had the chance to get to it before they could get to her.

It took a full few seconds for her to register that the figures rushing toward her were not a threat.  In fact, she recognized them.  The Teen Titans were there.  The Teen Titans had come to rescue her.  She furrowed her brow.  No, that couldn’t be right.  There was no way they’d come just for her.  There had to have been something else going on and she was just a collateral bonus.

Red Robin rushed ahead of the rest of the team, directly toward her.  He reached her in mere moments and reached out for her like he was afraid she would disappear if he didn’t, but he stopped just short of touching her, his hands hovering over her body as though he would be able to sense any damage that way.  “Marinette!  Marinette, are you okay?”  She blinked at him and nodded numbly.  Maybe she was wrong.  There was no way for them to know her name if she wasn’t the objective.  “Are you sure?” he asked again.

She quirked her head to the side to consider his voice, his lips, his expression as he examined her.  The way his brow furrowed just slightly and his lips pursed a touch, like he was afraid of showing too much emotion and giving away his hand.  She wished she could see his eyes.  She could almost picture the frantic darting of his panicked blue eyes hidden behind the white lenses of his mask.

Her eyes widened as her subconscious realization became fully conscious.  “Oh my… Oh no.  No, no, no.  Really?” she exclaimed, taking a step back to get a better look at him and yep, there was definitely protective padding built into the suit, but she knew those arms, she’d spent a good half an hour tracing her fingers over the edges of those biceps, triceps, and deltoids just the night before.

“Mar… Mademoiselle?” he asked cautiously.

She closed her eyes and dropped her head back with a heavy sigh.  “I’m never going to live this down.”

He raised an eyebrow at her response, but his eyes quickly zeroed in on her newly exposed neck, almost reaching toward her neck, but diverting his hand to run through the hair she’d brushed out of his face that morning.  “Are you sure you’re okay, Mademoiselle?”

“Mademoiselle?  Really?”  She righted her head to look him in the eye, raising an incredulous eyebrow at him until his shoulders fell slightly and he smiled sheepishly.

He finally allowed himself to reach out and touch her, starting by tenderly tracing the skin around the cut on her neck, his touch so tender and cautious, she almost couldn’t feel it.  She slowly stretched her neck to give him a better view without ever taking her eyes off his, waiting for him to satisfy his fears and assure himself of her safety, knowing he wouldn’t be able to move on until he had.

His eyes slowly moved from her neck to her clavicle, arms, stomach, and legs, his fingers trailing the path his eyes forged.  His brow furrowed at the goosebumps that trailed his fingers.  His eyes jumped up to meet hers, realization dawning.  He quickly removed his cape and draped it over her shoulders.  “It’s insulated,” he murmured.  “I know how cold you get.”

He pulled the cape closed around her and ran his hands down her arms a few times, his eyes never leaving hers.  He took a breath and slowly reached up to remove his mask.  The look in his eyes took her breath away.  There was such a depth to them, almost boundless with emotion, almost limitless with devotion.  “How did you know?” he asked softly, close to a whisper.

Marinette cupped his face tenderly.  She gently traced the skin around his eyes where his mask had sat.  “I’d know you anywhere,” she answered in the same breathless tone.

He searched her eyes, hoping it conveyed all the relief he felt at finally having her in front of him.  “I’d find you anywhere,” he whispered.  Her eyes suddenly watered and she collapsed into his arms, body shaking as she cried and digging in deeper when he wound his arms around her.

“It’s okay.  It’s okay.  I’m here.  You’re safe,” he repeated over and over in her ear like a mantra.  He kept repeating it until her tears eased.  He pulled back just far enough to meet her eyes.  “I’m here and you’re safe.  I’ll always rescue you.  I’d tear the world apart to protect you.”

She was no longer crying but her eyes were red rimmed and broken.  He suddenly felt overwhelmed again and pulled her to him to reassure himself she was still there.  “I’m so sorry.  I’m so sorry he took you,” he muttered into her hair.

She shook her head.  She could feel his lips rub against her hair with each shake.  “It’s okay.  It’s not like it was your fault.”

He pulled away to meet her eyes again so he could convey how earnest he was.  “It… Marinette it was,” he affirmed, regret and guilt bleeding from his voice.  “He knows who I am and… has a bit of an obsession with me.  He took you because of me.”

She met his eyes firmly.  “He didn’t.  It wasn’t about you.  He thought I would produce good kids for him.”

Tim jerked his head back and wrinkled his nose at the thought.  “Ew.”

“Right?” she exclaimed with a false lightness.

“But Marinette…”  He groaned and removed a hand just so he could run it through his hair and immediately settle it back at her waist. “…you have to know, you came to his attention because of me.  It really was my…”

“It wasn’t your fault,” she repeated more forcefully.  “It wasn’t Tim.  I can’t exp…” she let out a frustrated groan and met his eyes with renewed determination.  “It wasn’t your fault.  I need you to believe me even if I can’t say why.  Not yet.  Not here.  But soon.”

He shook his head, his lips pursed unconvinced.  But, instead of focusing who to blame, obviously him, he focused on her; her safety, her health, her emotions, her in his arms when he was terrified he might never see her alive again.  His eyes traced her face, his fingers trailed after in a tender embrace until he slid them over to tuck her bangs behind her ear.  “How are you?  Really?” he whispered.

Marinette dropped her head onto his chest again and nuzzled into his arms, letting his warmth and security seep through her skin and into her bones.  “It was horrible.  I didn’t know when I would see you again.”

He tightened his arms around her as if it would protect her against that possibility.  “I’ll always come for you,” he reassured, his voice just loud enough for her to hear… and Superboy, but that was irrelevant.  “Are you hurt anywhere else?  Was it just your neck?”

She shook her head against his chest, refusing to reduce any contact between them.  “No, nowhere else.”  She suddenly jerked back and looked up with wide eyes.  “But he… we’re married.”

Tim blinked at her.  “Wait, what?”

She shook her head blankly as her mind started running through the repercussions.  “He… there was a ceremony,” she rushed out.  Her words were coming out so quickly, they almost merged into a single word.  “There was a ceremony and a holy person, I think, that didn’t want to but he did…”

“Did you say I do?” Tim cut in before she could spiral too deep.

She shook her head as she blinked, her mind still racing but on a different track now.  It was all a bit cloudy, but her mind ran through all the events of the past hour as well as she could remember it.  “I didn’t… it didn’t seem to be an important factor.”

“Then you’re not,” he assured her confidently.

“But…”

“She married?” he asked over her shoulder.  Marinette whipped around but Tim kept her in his arms, pulling her closer when Marinette squeaked and tried to jump away from the figure behind her.

“No,” the woman from earlier confirmed.  “Father skipped through that part.  Don’t worry my dear.  You’re not my stepmother.  You are uncorrupted.”

“Uh…”  Marinette tried to edge away from her, unsure how to respond.  But Tim held her tight, which had to mean he didn’t think she was a threat; Marinette however still wasn’t convinced.

“And I’ll keep him away.  I’ll convince him he is wrong about you… though we both know he’s not, don’t we?  Speaking of, here are your things,” she handed Marinette a Hermès bag filled with her clothes, “all of your things,” she said pointedly.  Marinette took the bag and looked in warily to find her clothes, but more importantly, her earrings at the very top.

“Thank you,” Marinette gushed, offering the woman a smile for the first time.

The woman nodded.  “Keep the bag and the outfit.  You’ve earned it.”

“Oh… no,” Marinette deferred and held the bag out away from her.  “No, thank you.”

The woman scoffed.  “The bag is mine, go ahead and keep that for yourself.  No association with my father.  Used Bruce’s money, actually, so no guilt.”  Marinette was so overwhelmed by everything happening she almost didn’t register Tim’s snort at the woman’s comment.  “Sell the gold from the accessories or donate it.  I suspect that’s the kind of thing you would like.  Father won’t notice.”

“Thank you, Talia,” Tim offered with a nod.

“You’re welcome, Tim,” the woman, Talia apparently, nodded back.  “Keep her safe.  She’s more valuable than you know.”

Tim looked down at Marinette, his gaze swimming in adoration.  “I intend to.”  When he looked back up the woman had disappeared again.  “Should I be worried about that?  About her interest in you?” he asked Marinette lowly.

“I am,” Marinette grumbled.  “It’s probably the smart move.”  She leaned her head back on his shoulder and let out a relieved sigh when he tightened his embrace and guided her out of the compound and toward their plane.

“She’s the one that told you where I was?”  He nodded without looking at her, his eyes scanning the area to ensure all threats had been removed.  His team seemed to have fallen into step behind them, keeping a bit of a distance to give them privacy, but Marinette could feel their eyes darting to her frequently.  “She mentioned Bruce.  You know each other well?”

He nodded.  “A bit too well sometimes.  Other times…” he kissed her temple letting his lips linger and pulling her closer when she melted into it, “other times I couldn’t be more thankful for her.”

Marinette cocked her head to the side with a hum.  “She’s a bit creepy.  Sexy!” she added quickly.  “But creepy… which is usually a combination I hear about from booktok men, not real women.”

Tim snorted “Booktok, huh?”

“Zoé,” Marinette shrugged.  “I know far more than I want to.”

“Ah, yeah, I can see that,” he snickered.  He urged her on ahead of him up the plane’s rear ramp, following close behind her, making sure he had at least one hand on her at all times.  He waited until she was at the top before speaking again.  “She’s Damian’s mom.”

Marinette whirled on him instantly.  “She’s what!”

“Yep,” he answered, popping the p.

“With Bruce?” she clarified.

He let out a deep sigh.  “My family is a bit of a mess.  This is really just the tip of the iceberg.”  He shook his head and motioned toward some seats, finally removing his hand to pull out a strapped in container, pulling out a few blankets and pillow.  “Ready to go home?”

She nodded tiredly and collapsed back against him, sagging against him until she would have fallen down if he hadn’t wrapped his arms around her waist.  He sat down, pulling her down into the seat next to him and wrapped the blankets around her with tender, gentle movements.

She watched him move, her affection for him growing with each soft pat and caring rub.  “Will you stay with me?”

Tim looked up from the blankets to meet her eyes with a fond, understanding gaze.  He brushed her cheek softly and opened his mouth to respond but closed it quickly with a furrow of his brow.  “Why don’t you stay with me?  Forever?” he added hesitantly.

She blinked at him.  “Tim!  Are you…”

“Yeah, yeah, I am.  Asking you to move into my home, I mean.  Well, no, it would be our home,” he rambled.  “I’ve wanted to ask you for so long.  The only thing holding me back was,” he motioned toward his suit and then around them.  “And now that you know…”

Marinette stared at him; mouth slightly ajar in shock.  Her mind tried to process all the possible implications, the benefits and dangers.  Was it too soon?  They hadn’t been dating too long, but they’d been dating long enough for her to know him and know that she loved him and that’s what mattered, wasn’t it?  The emotion, not the time.

Was it too dangerous?  If she moved in with him, it was going to be difficult to hide the kwami, and yeah, he was probably in a better position than most to understand what it meant to be a Guardian, but it still wasn’t a secret she was willing to share.  He would only be the third person she’d ever told.  Alya and Adrien were the only people she’d told and the prospect of adding another person to that list was terrifying.

Was she in the right place mentally to make the decision?  And if she wasn’t and if she made the wrong choice, would it destroy their relationship?  If she said yes just because she was in need of some stability in that moment, but then after a few weeks needed space, would going backward in their relationship harm it?  But then, it really wasn’t an in the moment decision.  She’d wanted to take the next step in their relationship for a while but had been too afraid.  It felt like Tim was hiding something and now she knew what it was.

But all the processing meant Marinette was dead silent for a while too long.  Tim’s arms loosened around her, not dropping, but not as tight as he started backtracking frantically.  “I mean, if you need some time… This was probably the wrong time.  I shouldn’t have…”

The uncertainty in his voice kicked Marinette into action.  “Tim?”

“Yeah?” he asked tentatively.  She could feel his hands clench almost like he was fighting pulling them back.

She pushed forward and placed a firm kiss on his lips, pulling away after a moment just far enough to whisper against his lips.  “Shut up.”

“Yeah, I can do that,” he grinned moments before he pulled her closer to kiss her deeper.  He wound his fingers into her hair as hers found his shoulders to hold him against her, reveling in the feel of him, the assurance that he was there, it was him and not someone else.  He seemed to need the same assurance, his hands running over her and squeezing her frequently.  They didn’t part until one of his teammates passed them and cleared their throat to remind them they were not alone.

Marinette settled back into her seat with a giggle and rested her head on his chest with a contented sigh.  “Please take me home… to our home.”

He grinned and dipped down to place a tender kiss against her forehead.  “Are you sure?”

She smiled brilliantly.  “Oh, yes.  Yes, please.”

[imthepunchlord]

God, I REALLY hope Juleka wins the Butterfly poll when it’s time for it - she’s the only one out of ALL the girls whose main color is actually Violet (as opposed to Pink or Indigo), and I feel like her character development wasn’t handled as well as it could’ve been (NONE of the character arcs were, but she sticks out to me in that she’s one of the more recurring supporting characters due to being Luka’s sister yet is simultaneously forgotten by both the canon show and the fandom in how things would affect HER SPECIFICALLY instead of adjacently through the people around her). I also feel like she would be a good match with whatever you’re going to solidify for Bugettes!Nooroo based on the tiny hints you’ve teased about him, both in itself and compared to Roaar, with whom I feel there were existing avenues for it to work but could’ve been sold to us much better in-show. Plus, I’d really just like to see her in a hero suit that’s actually purple; it still bugs me personally that PURPLE Tigress is far more magenta in actuality, almost red even, and very much like REFLEKTA’S main color at that.

Yeah we will see, as ultimately it'll come down to how the polls go, and I know Marinette and Rose have also gotten mentioned for Butterfly.

Juleka will also appear in the poll for Mantis, as Indigo is that in between blue and violet. So it's all kinda up in the air on how it'll go.

I also do agree. Juleka is one of the classmates that does stand out to me in her potential, and yeah it's butchered. So badly. This is primarily on the writers, but one of the things I dislike about Luka is the factor that, for the Couffaines, he's the priority. You could cut out Juleka and you wouldn't miss much. Like, the worst aspect is learning Jagged is their dad, but it was more Jagged and Luka's story than Jagged with both kids. Like, what was the point of making them both his kids when only kid really got priority in this revelation?

And yeah... Juleka with Tiger isn't really my go to pick either. I get her whole thing is trying to find her voice, to be heard and stand out. And with a kwami named Roaar, that does technically work off that agenda, but the power is One Punch Man vs doing something tied to vocals or sound. Which kinda makes the kwami's name a little random (honestly all Zodiac kwamis have really strange names that don't relate to their powers or themes).

The other odd detail is that, when you think of felines that are about roaring, tigers aren't what immediately come to mind, it's the lion. They roar to establish territory, to be heard and say "I'm here!", unless Roaar is meant to be a sort of mix of a tiger and lion? As she doesn't have a body covered in stripes?

I know that, supposedly, there's a Lion Miraculous coming, but it's not official yet.

Either way, tigers I more associate with hunting, stealthy ambush. Not really speaking out. I'll give it, tigers can be tied to leadership which does involve being heard, but it's more military leadership. They're more tied to war, aggression, and strength.

As for the kwami, to me, Roaar came off a bit of a bully. Which maybe Juleka just needs that tough love/push to speak up, but I personally didn't really care for their interactions. Though I still say Mullo and Mylene were the worst paired characters out of all kwamis and humans.

And yeah, Roaar visually doesn't really match with Juleka.

Technically, she matches with Cat the most.

Her main color is black, with bits of purple and green.

While Plagg is meant to be a black cat, there are times he's purple. And of course he has them big green eyes.

I could also see Juleka visually working with Kaalki. I see a hue of purple in her gray, and there is the green eyes to work off as well.

There's also the intrigue that Juleka wants to be a model and Kaalki expects someone famous or wealthy, getting a holder who isn't but wants to be, Kaalki would have to work with them to get them to where they both want Juleka to be; though I do see them butting heads a bit as it's pairing two of high and low status, but that could be fun. Plus, there's the pun potential of Juleka learning to be a show pony with Kaalki's help (she could've also called herself Knightmare).

And yeah, with Butterfly, Juleka could've done well. You do have to communicate with others, so Juleka would have to work at talking with others, to express her thoughts and to be heard, and there's some pressure to be taken off as it's more long range communication vs close, but the option is there for close range communication whenever Juleka is ready for it. And Nooroo would be a gentle and patient guide.

We'll have to see if it happens though.

[shakingparadigm]

For the ask game: Hyuna!!🔥

HI TOON THANK YOU!!

favorite thing about them:

Man, what's not to like... she's just a fantastic character all around, probably the most likeable character in my personal opinion! I love her perserverance and her incredibly strong sense of self. Her character design is also just so incredible, probably the most unique and distinct character in the cast (shades?? almost 6ft?? abs??? a prosthetic leg???)

She's just so badass.... save me noona......

least favorite thing about them:

I don't really have anything that I dislike about Hyuna honestly. Maybe a cause of concern would be her habits of drinking and smoking but hey she's grown and reclaiming her freedom so really she can do whatever she wants with her life!

favorite line:

This might be a weird one but "A bird is set free​" from All-In has always stood out to me. It carries a certain feeling and just perfectly encapsulates Hyuna. The shot that's presented during this line is one of my favorite Hyuna frames too.

(Honorable Mention: "c-cheers!" man I love Hyuna.)

brOTP:

MIZI AND TILL!!! I love the idea of Till acting as an adopted little brother to Hyuna (is this a Hyunwoo coping mechanism? Who knows). Of course her fellow rebels Dewey and Isaac as well! I also think Hyuna and Ivan would get along (suprisingly enough). She'd have a hard time figuring him out at first, but eventually they'd warm up to each other and probably be gym buddies or something.

OTP:

Hyuluka is the given of course since they're paired together.... while I don't have any particularly strong feelings about it in a romantic sense I find their relationship incredibly interesting to analyze and think about. Hyuluka and Ivantill are really in the same boat of obssessive perfect guy x rebel who does not like them back 😭

A ship that I genuinely do find adorable (and super underrated) is offrec/actor Hyuluka!! Offrec Luka seems much more chill and down-to-earth but also kinda jaded because he had to go through the whole idol thing which he hated. Offrec Hyuna is bright, innocent and the youngest of the cast which I find really cute.... there's this one offrec fancomic I like where Luka gets flustered because Hyuna approached him and then immediately deflating when he finds out she just wanted an autograph 😭 cute

nOTP:

Honestly haven't seen many other Hyuna ships besides Hyuluka.

random headcanon:

Hyuna has accidentally seriously fucked people over with her voice mimicry talent. At one point she was begged to stop doing it because she kept freaking people out.

unpopular opinion:

Okay, this one is a bit long and kind of less an opinion and more of a story, but I will admit that at first I really did not like All-In. LISTEN TO ME OKAY SAVE THE GUILLOTINE FOR LATER.

I fell off of Alien Stage after ROUND 5. I saw ROUND 1 and ROUND 2 and while I found them interesting, I didn't really think about them that much. ROUND 5 was the only one that caught my attention enough for me to come back to the video maybe 4 or 5 times after my first watch, even searching about Alien Stage on social media and stuff. Still, I wasn't too invested yet.

When I saw All-In freshly released on my Youtube page I was like "oh hey it's this thing again. there's a new one? okay" and out of curiosity I watched it.

I don't know what it was, but something about All-In just did not click with me at first 😭 I remember feeling as though it sounded kind of dissonant? Like something was a bit off with the instrumental, maybe it sounded a little low in volume or something. The rhythm of the song threw me off a little and I could not for the life of me explain why. This is purely personal by the way, I'm no professional music analyst or anything, it just seemed weird to me personally at first.

But that's the thing. Because I found it so strangely off, I kept coming back to the video (it helped that the visuals were absolutely banging). Everytime it showed up on my homepage I would just sit there and watch it entranced like a zombie and I couldn't even explain why. At one point I woke up at 1AM, opened my phone, and watched All-In completely unmoving expressionless unblinking in the dark of my room, then shut the phone off and immediately knocked out again. Once again I cannot explain this. That video had me in an absolute chokehold no joke. Eventually I started to understand it more and it really grew on me, to the point where I played it in the shower on loop and then proceeded to start the rest of my days with the damn thing. I began to get curious about the deeper aspects of Alien Stage, took the plunge, and now we're here.

Anyways, that's the story of how my opinion on All-In went from "this sounds kinda off" to "this is the best thing to ever be created by human hands". All-In is now one of my most favorite ALNST songs and Hyuna absolutely killed it in her debut video. Sorry I couldn't understand the true extent of your genius back then queen, but at least I do now.

song i associate with them:

Eight by Sleeping At Last

When I see fragile things, helpless things, broken things,

I see the familiar

I was little, I was weak, I was perfect, too

Now I'm a broken mirror

But I can't let you see all that I have to lose

All I've lost in the fight to protect it

I can't let you in, I swore never again

I can't afford to let myself be blindsided

favorite picture of them:

It's come to my attention that Hyuna was being taken away by the guards. I didn't notice because she just looked so cool in this shot 😭

[redrandomposts]

That previous ask was from me (🎀) and I also had a second thought!!

which is what if till doesn’t understand he’s the kids dad until the kid is way older (like 5 or 6) and the kid starts showing off bits of his own personality or traits that aren’t present when the kid is little (Till assumes the kids light hair will darken with age but when it says grey some wheels might start turning)

also do u think they would have a girl or or a boy? (I’m thinking girl cause I think Till has big girl dad energy)

and for the sake of the thought experiment Till has started being referred to as “uncle till “ while helping take care of the kid (for additional pain on Ivan’s part- because they are kind of a family now! But not in the way he wants + complete brother zone for his relationship with till from his perspective) because he’s always around and taking care of her so he’s basically her family

and since in this concept they aren’t mated so till might start- oh I dunno going back on tour to help make money to give his favorite “niece “ everything she could ever want which means both their poor emotional systems are gonna be losing it being so far away from their almost mate :(

And also- since their set up is mostly sorted and longer term “platonic” in this timeline I think till might (in a bid to get his weird unidentifiable feelings out of his system ) starts up a consistent friends with benefits situation (which only serves to make their moments of separation worse)

and I dunno maybe a few years into the set up maybe Ivan could be faced with yet another kid on the way and till being home when he finds out (and will be for at least the next 6 months) so he has to figure out whether to break the news now- at a point so deep in he’s unsure if his relationship with Till could ever recover, fake another random father for the kid- or terminate it to prevent till from ever having to deal with it. (And I think like- Till kinda wants to get Ivan pregnant subconsciously so he keeps asking to have unsafe sex and Ivan can never refuse him anything)

I’m not sure what choice Ivan would make but they are all really interesting to think about!!

i give you an easy way out and you give me angst

this is why people say alien stage fans are allergic to happiness. (/pos? /hj)

anyways i think the best course of action is to give ivan pain because thats what you do to characters you love.

SIKE! I AM NOT LIKE THAT! i wanna give ivan the universe, made of love and sugar and fluff

so, yes, this could happen, but also:

->sua would absolutely beat up till if he was an in-and-out pseudo-parent, especially since the moment she saw the child she probably knew it was till's

->luka would...give till the side-eye of his life. he'd manipulate till by staying at ivan's whenever he can, forming an equally-close relationship with their child, and getting their child to call him father. yeah, he may be an omega, but hes alpha-ing better than till

->mizi would be the therapist mother friend and intervene

->hyuna... roundhouse kicks and a diss track should do it.

anyways till is going to learn how bad of an idea it is to do that before he can make it a solid routine. i believe in the rest of the alnst cast!

let me embrace ivan in a nice, warm, loving hug, you cruel monster (/hj)

if you really want that, though... (tw: miscarriage)

ivan gets into a weird rejected-omega state and is unsuitable to continue work, barely hanging on due to his little princess. he'd constantly be in his nest, mostly built with till's clothes, wondering where he went wrong. again and again, he'd wonder, each day till was away, each month till was on tour. till's songs would repeat on the speakers, and before long his pheromones would wane and disappear.

if ivan got pregnant in that state... well, his body wouldn't be able to handle it. till goes on a world tour before the bump shows, and ivan...he'd be worn out, desperately trying to keep the child, but he doesn't hear the wails he did with his first when he does give birth a month early.

it destroys him. he calls till as soon as he can, gasping breath after breath, tears running down his cheeks; "our baby's gone, till, they're gone, i couldn't give birth again. im sorry, im sorry, im so sorry, alpha."

their little princess is at their friend's house, waiting to hear if she got a little sibling.

till hurries to the hospital, sitting in an airplane for agonizing hours, and when he gets there he's informed that ivan will have extreme difficulty getting pregnant again, let alone giving birth.

i hope you're happy, 🎀. i hope youre crying so much because you just cant take the fluff i willingly give out!! (/j /hl)

fml what am i doing why am i so petty

[depressed-teacup-inc]

It’s the way derision is a legitimately awful episode for me

Hello, Hey, how y’all doing, I’m still grieving Luka, And it’s time for another miraculous episode review!

And lord I fucking hate this one!!!

So Marinette and Adrien go on pool date, and Marinette keeps having panic attacks over it, until she’s almost akumatized and has to dig deep in memory lane to not get Akumatized (and this is where the majority of this episode takes place)

So. I hate this with all my heart! This motherfucking show. Really just said “yeah guys, so all of Marinette’s creepy stalker behavior? Yeah guys it’s Chloe and Kim’s fault she’s like this it’s trauma and therefore she’s fine!”

…so let’s unpack this.

With Chloe, this is nothing new, the show keeps demonizing her and taking away from any nuance or chance she has at redemption, and the show needs us to some reason believe that Chloe (and Lila) is worse then the little abusive father terrorist in this show! Because they are probably planning on making her the next Lila in the show as Lila becomes Hawkmoth!

To the fucking point they decided to take her bullying from random mean comments and hun on a sit in season one, To fucking roaches in lockers and panic attacks!

And before you ask, no I don’t believe that every single character needs to be redeemed and complex (some people really do just suck) but the show takes that to an extremist degree! The show needs viewers to believe Chloe is more evil then literal monarch because if she got a redemption or had dimension (as she had in season 2) marinette by comparison looks awful and creepy!

To put a long analysis short, I don’t hate Chloe for being bitchy because I think everyone should be complex, I hate her for being bitchy because the show only does this to make marinette look like a saint in comparison, to the point that they will make child abusers look better then her, just so marinette can stay “the good guy”.

Now for Kim… THIS MOTHERFUCKING SHOW!!!

“Oh yeah kids ever wondered why marinette broke into Adrien’s house, harassed him, sniffed him, stole his schedule and personally belongings and information, hurt anyone that was a rival to her, broke into his house on multiple occasions, and literally got so many people akumatize from her selfish behavior? It’s because she was traumatized by Kim, who’s suddenly cruel, and it’s all Chloe’s fault!”

ThIS SHOW. LITERALLY BLAMED EVERY SINGLE WRING THING MARINETTE EVER DID (WHICH INCLUDES LITERAL LAWS BEING BROKEN AND SOME SHIT THATS ON CHLOES LEVEL OF BAD) ON “Yeah guys she has trauma PTSD, it’s all Chloe’s fault hehe”

And it’s just… so fucking upsetting!

Not only did the show demonize Kim (and everyone is just fucking buying it) out of nowhere to be this asshole (this is not the misguided himbo I know and love and I fucking hate it) the show basically erased every mistake marinette ever made under the guise of trauma, when it’s so fucking unfair and biased!

Like, by the show’s logic, if Marinette is justified for all the literal crimes she committed because of trauma, why not Chloe? You can easily just argue that her mom not being there is justification to committing literal crimes!

But the show won’t do that, because Marinette needs to be the good guy and can’t be wrong.

The show had to literally demonize and change characters entirely (boy in Lila episodes and specifically this episode) just to absolve marinette of any fault, and it’s just bad writing!!! The show doesn’t want to admit that marinette is frankly an awful person and will morph the plot around her to prove it!

Because reality is? Shit isn’t black and white! Even if marinette had this awful experience (which I will not minimize) it doesn’t justify the constant hurting and awful things she did to others, just like Chloe’s extremely bad childhood doesn’t justify her hurting and bullying others!

The show yet again just demonized and morphed the plot and characters to justify marinette, in order to make sure she’s always good and always in the right, so that they don’t have to change anything about the story, so they can drag on this show forever to make lots of money.

And frankly? I’m fucking tired of it.

(Also Adrien is officially nothing more then love interest, he’s out-of-character threatening murder on Kim because “marinette deserves people will kill for herrrr��)

[murkystarlight]

Okay- @crystallisedroses since you asked me to write more about Luktra(and I've been dying to talk about this actually) so here it is!

Another round of random brain ideas

I personally think Petra and Lukas were childhood friends. Since they knew each other before the game, and it couldn't have just been from Lukas getting a nether star from her. Because- Petra was trying to get Jesse's gang to be friends with Lukas. She has no reason to do that unless we say that Petra was already friends with Lukas and wanted them to get along. Or Lukas was sad that they(him amd the treehouse gang) are like... forced into a rivalry(because of the other Ocelots) and kind of in a bad situation with each other but he thinks the treehouse gang are nice people and wants to be friends. So Lukas asked Petra if she could help with being friends with them since he knows Petra is friends with them. So, I like to think the two are close friends.

Speaking of childhood friends,

They know a lot of things about each other. So they tease each other a lot and use it agaist each other quite a bit.

I also really like to think that Petra was a really small and cute (and chaotic) kid when she was young. So when she got taller(and stronger) Petra made a lot of comments on it. But Lukas doesn't actually mind it all that much. Still pretended to be upset and made a lot of banter with her though.

Of course, one of the usual conversation starters would be,

"How did you get so tall? You were like the smallest kid ever"

Petra probably leans on his head a lot cause he has the good hair(and he isn't short y'know. So makes him a little bit uncomfortable to use as a arm rest). Makes a nice cozy place to face plant in

I also like to think that, Petra just loves messing with Lukas' hair. She ruffles it, ties it, decorates it... stuff like that. Lukas hates it. But gave up on trying to fix his hair and tell her to stop. He has no choice but to let her play with it until she's satisfied

Sometimes when she is in deep thought, she looks like she's planning to murder someone and everyone else is worried while Lukas has a warm smile on his face not feeling anything is wrong. The others look at him and go "she doesn't look the slightest bit intimidating to you?" And Lukas just keeps smiling and says "she looks calm" With like zero emotion(the others get used to it later)(and I'm not saying the others, the treehouse gang, weren't friends with Petra before the game. I'm saying that I think Petra would have been friends with Lukas longer than with them. Like.. if she was friends with Lukas since pre-school, then she would have been friends with the treehouse gang since like... high school-ish)

AND if Petra was younger than Lukas- that could make the cutest thing ever. Imagine Petra being like a clingy three year old, refusing to let go of a new friend she made. And Lukas is just standing there looking down at her, a girl he picked up on the streets that is now currently holding onto his legs, and he is patting her head with a smile.

Watching old videos and photos would be so fun- (Lukas probably has a lot of blackmail material from when they were really young like elementary school +some recent ones. And Petras would mostly be from when they are a bit more of age)

Lukas' cottage in season two was like- a checkpoint to Petra before she started going into distancing all her friends too much. She would sometimes stop there to visit him if she ever comes across a part of the forest where he lives. They would hang out and Petra gets a place to rest. Lukas often bakes her small snacks to bring along her adventures before she leaves. Even if she refuses them, they do come in handy when she doesn't have enough food around

They both love animals, so they like playing with Lukas' ocelot. Lukas is totally fine with the cat playing with Petra more than him.

Lukas got her into reading. Or, well. She always kind of liked reading, but she never really told anyone or read in public in front of people(cuz- persona lol)(you can kind of see something like this in the Netflix version). But sometimes they read together. Just sitting in the middle of a forest on a nice sunny day and just read for hours.

Lukas tries to keep a healthy schedule. Most of the time he does. The problem is when he is really into writing, then he forgets to take care of himself. So Petra tries to remind him not to do that, even when she isn't around. Which actually is a bit very irritating for Lukas since, she always brushes off her injuries.

Whenever Lukas finds/notices a new scar or some injury on her he sits her down and starts patching her up immeatiently. While scolding her for being too reckless and not telling anyone about them.

One last thing I want to add in this,

the song 'Valentine' by Laufey and 'Small girl' by 이영지

It fits so well to them(or maybe anyone. Just- it fits well with Petra for sure though) in my head- I swearr

So that's about it for now. This- it's all mixed up and makes no sense... and probably not the kind of content you were expecting🙏 but I can only remember stuff like this right now. I'm open to writing more about this though if anyone's interested 👉👈

I'm sorry- so hh... take this instead

Friends, lovers, whatever

I had fun🙂

[vipernoir]

Here's some random headcannons I've thought about Luka for a while

♡ He's not that well liked in his own class and only gets along with a select few at school, and the people he gets along with are the sorts friends you have at school but you don't hang out outside of school if that makes sense?

♡ He's a bisexual king cough cough lukadrien

♡ Also I remember reading a fanfic in a different fandom where they found out their crush was their dad fuck I truly hope Luka didn't have a thing for Jagged yikes

♡ He and Juleka just hang out, paint each others toe nails, dye each others hair, Juleka just uses Luka as a lab rat doing his hair, makeup, maybe even drawing sharpie tattoos on him, but Luka just likes seeing her doing something creative and encouraging her so is more than happy to be said lab rat

♡ Luka respects everybody's music taste, and truly tries to understand every kind of music someone creates/likes even if he isn't partial to it

♡ Anarka raised her twins on the classics; Nirvana, the sex pistols, the cure, the who, Metallica, motley crüe

♡ Both Ju and Luka went through that BVB emo phase, I'm talking full on Andy Sixx makeup, unironically rarw xDing, wearing the billion band wristbands Luka totally still wears some of his

♡ Anarka raised both the twins to live your own life, love who you love, play what's in your heart

♡ Luka has a lot of strong opinions on certain things, and whilst he will always respect and validate someone's different opinion as much as be can he always sticks to his own morals

♡ Luka occasionally does graffiti to promote these morals

♡ He's ran from the cops before for getting caught spray painting ACAB under a bridge

♡ His forgiving nature means he automatically trusts everyone and wants to give them a fair chance, so all of the built up frustration and sadness from being neglected by his own father all of those years is buried under a layer of fake happiness, he hides how he truly feels to give his dad a chance but a strong part of him wants to not forgive him as easy but it just isn't Luka's nature

♡ He's fascinated with bugs, he used to collect them as a child and study them, draw them, watch them, eat them

♡ He has a small following on YouTube for posting covers of popular songs, he isn't that big as he isn't regular with uploading as he just does it when he feels like it

♡ Luka's music taste varies it can go from political pop punk like Mindless Self Indulgence, to more hard-core sounding music like Rob Zombie or Slipknot, only to switch to sadboy sound cloud like lil peep, to then soft pop punk like Paramore, then one minute he's sat listening to old Disney playlists, his music taste is so versatile

♡ Luka definitely obsessed with the camp rock movies as a kid, like him and Ju would sing and dance out all the songs together, always on repeat

♡ I like to think Luka is vegetarian just because either he felt kinda bad eating meat, or Mylenne converted him somewhere down the line

♡ Luka always keeps a spare pair of headphones, a spare guitar pic, and a notebook and pen for lyrics, with him at all times

♡ After his break-up with Mari he started writing sad, heartbreak songs, he wasn't trying to be that cringey but it's all that would come out.

♡ He refuses to play them though, because they're that sad that probably even Chloe would shed a tear hearing them, and he would never want Mari to feel guilty for hurting him in such a bad way

It's 3 am now so ima stop but I have so many Luka crack hc's it's crazy so ill post some more later

[taiey]

tma fanon:

basira: hey jon can you do this thing for me that explicitly involves using your spooky eye powers and that will therefore drain you and make you hungry. no you can’t eat someone’s trauma afterward. what do you mean you don’t have the exact information i need yet?

tma canon: she does not know that, and when she does know she does not do that.

Could she know the price? We have no statements about other Eye avatars, unless you count Gerry, who seems to know that hospital keycode freely. Statements from other avatars don’t mention ‘paying’ for using their abilities because they’re, uh, not running low, generally speaking. Elias is exactly as helpful as ever.

And, of course, John is deliberately concealing the true cost of his powers all through the first half of season 4.

He’s sort of still concealing that, in 146? He says, you know, I got blown up and stabbed and buried alive so then went out and tortured someone. …which are all physical injuries. For Jess Tyrell, we can guess from the matching 'two weeks’ that the trigger was him trying to Know of Peter Lukas’s plans in 139, but all John says now is “I just tried to – I was weak. R-Ravenous”. (possibly because “I hurt myself trying to learn things, and therefore hurt someone else” is … a very Eye thing, and a noticeable escalation from “I got hurt trying to save the world from the Stranger/Melanie from the Slaughter/Daisy from the Buried”.)

So she lacks background information on the subject. She also has very poor intuition when it comes to the Fears; real logic is more natural to her than their dream logic. Sometimes this serves her very well, like the Unknowing! Other times… well, “So I’m guessing it represents academic isolation or something?” in 195 is a funny example of her difficulties. But it’s all ultimately of a piece with how she reacts to John’s Eye powers in season 4. There’s a sort of lurching - she’s kinda freaked by his Knowing things early in the season (and the Eye says “sweet! just what i was going for!”) but over-corrects to “By this point, I just assume the Eyeball tells you” by 140. She doesn’t instinctively get that it’s only going to volunteer stuff like “your year eight PE teacher died of pancreatic cancer”. (and the Eye says “aw, i was hoping for more than 'I… wasn’t wondering?’”)

What she does know… she probably has the tape from 107, where John was in America compelling people for information on Gertrude’s movements and growing gradually weaker until he read one paper statement and was fine. She knew she brought him after he woke up from his coma just in case and he read that asap and seemed recovered; she didn’t know, for months, that he wasn’t. She knows that he forced Breekon out of the Archives and extracted a statement from him and that seemed… strenuous? But that, if he was telling the truth, he didn’t go and hurt any random strangers to heal from it.

That seems the obvious comparison for 148, now that I think of it. (in the sense of 'obvious’ where i have never thought of that before writing this, lolp) He didn’t tell her that it was trying to Know Lukas’s plans that hurt him; he did imply that extracting Breekon’s didn’t (like that); when she says “Any luck finding her?”, well, what’s she got to compare it to? He did say in 140 that “I deliberately tried to… Know something, like I did in the coffin, but there was too much, and, uh –[…] It just hurt” but that’s framing it as the size of the request, not opposition, that hurt. A location is just one piece of information; that’d be 'small’, right?

John doesn’t say anything like “I’m just seeing what you’re seeing. Still a bit weak from my trip up north, to be honest.” and then, more specifically, “Doing that sort of thing consciously… makes me hungry.” until… 147 and 148.

She doesn’t sound like she takes it very seriously ...but she drops the question immediately. In 155 she’s the one looking for Trevor/Julia/Annabelle, not John. In 158 she asks for his normal human thoughts on various things, analysis of the information they have and not spooky Insights. [and yes those are the only further episodes with john and basira talking in s4 lol :|]

That one question in 148 is the first time she learns the price and the last time she asks him to use his powers.

Until season 5, when the price is, very evidently, already paid.

[ikeasimulator]

i have a bunch of ideas for an akumatized alyanette (+ minor onesided lilanette) fic but im unable to write things so im just gonna put all my ideas here,,,

-alya has always had a crush on marinette and decides to ask her out for prom

-lila somehow intervenes and makes it so that alya doesn't get the chance to prompose and marinette somehow gets disqualified from being able to get voted prom queen (everyone knows adrien will be prom king so marinette really wants to be prom queen)

-marinette has a breakdown somewhere private (maybe outside the school?) and alya comforts her. alya finally confesses her love and they're super pissed at lila. then they get akumatized into princess justice and lady wifi!

-they have a royal theme, and princess justice's goal is to take over paris as her kingdom. her power is mind control that makes people absolutely devoted to her. lady wifi gets a royal redesign (but in more of a guard/knight way), and will do anything to make her queen happy

-they corner lila and without anyone seeing, princess justice makes her the first member of her army. lila then also gets akumatized into volpina, who also gets a royal themed redesign!

-a note on dynamics: lady wifi and princess justice are very possessive of each other. a side effect of volpina being double mind controlled is that she's very romantically devoted to princess justice, but princess justice doesn't feel the same, making volpina fight harder to win her affection

-princess justice goes around classes putting people under mind control (i think it would be cool if the people she mind controls also get put in knight/maid/butler clothing)

-the school gets transformed into a castle

-theres also lukadrien, with luka having to become ladybug

-a random scene i have in mind is in an alternate premise where lila doesn't get turned into volpina, and lady justice sentencing lila to execution before ladybug!luka and chat noir stop her

[artzychic27]

Inspired by your Canon!Marinette post with her worst moments with the Science Kids, I wonder something. Could you make a sequel post with the worst thing/moment Marinette had with the Akuma Class, with Luka and Kagami included?

Kim (Yeah. That’s right. Why don’t y’all sit the fuck down?):

Marinette was pissed at him for that prank, (which he was unsure of doing and asked Chloé a second time if he should still go along with it) that she decided to take revenge and hide some spiders in his locker

… Unfortunately, she just grabbed a random breed and Kim had to go to the hospital to get treated for a shit-ton of poisonous spider bites

Max:

Spread rumors online that he was sexist just because he got upset that he lost to her, subjecting him to a bit of online bullying

Ladybug criticized his video game because it made light of past Akuma victims’ experiences despite the fact he got permission from everyone who’s in the game to add them in, but she was adamant and got a ton of her followers to back her up

Myléne:

During one of Nino’s film projects, when Myléne as the female lead had to kiss Adrien, Marinette tripped Myléne and made her break her ankle so that she, the understudy, would get to kiss Adrien

Marinette was praised for her acting during the kiss scene, and Myléne got an honorable mention in the credits

Ivan:

Insinuated that Myléne could do much better than a “terrifying grunge rock wannabe.”

Claims she doesn’t have enough fabric to make him an outfit, but there’s a whole-ass role in her closet

Alya:

Marinette accused her of being a bad friend for suggesting that she should tone down her crush on Adrien, especially the schedule, and then the argument got heated when Alya yelled and called her a creep, then she got Akumatized

When she was cured, Ladybug basically gaslighted Alya into forgiving Marinette… Also, Laadybug makes sure the Ladyblog is scrubbed clean of Chat Noir because according to her, “He doesn’t do anything but flirt and joke.”

Nino:

Manipulates him into changing up his scripts for class film projects so that she can kiss Adrien despite it having no relevance to the film whatsoever

Marinette keeps trying to get him to tell her everything Adrien says so she can have more information about his life, but some things are private and Nino doesn’t feel comfortable sharing them

Nathaniel:

Continuously forgets to add him to group chats, hand him an invitation to a party, include him on the class roster, etc. And then claims that, “If you actually talked instead of drawing, maybe people would actually notice you.”

Ladybug criticized his and Marc’s comic just because it pointed out a few of her flaws, prompting her psychophants to boycott them and even vandalize their homes. She didn’t apologize until like two months later when they published a comic more to her liking where she’s perfect

Alix:

Continuously drags her into her stupid Adrinette plans despite Alix’s discomfort and protests on how her plans are creepy

When Alix said no once again, Marinette blamed it on her being Aromantic, Alix punched her, and that was the end of their friendship for good

Rose:

Marinette stole the hamster plushie her deceased grandmother gave to her so that she could give it to Adrien when she heard that he liked hamsters, too. Rose didn’t have the heart to say anything when she saw how happy Adrien looked

When Rose confronted Marinette, she guiltrips her and has the audacity to bring up her grandmother

Juleka:

Keeps fixing Juleka’s appearance when she offers to model for her, making her look like a completely different person and not like herself at all- Wig, eye contacts, intense contour, stuffing her bra, etc.

When the comments roll in on her website, Marinette doesn’t bother telling them who the model is and just compliments Juleka on how gorgeous she looks despite that girl in the picture not being her

Sabrina:

Let Sabrina do all the work for a group project while she had to do something as Ladybug… And it lasted well until the morning. By that time, Sabrina finished the whole thing, and all Marinette did was sign her name

When Sabrina confronted her about this, Marinette shrugged and asked what the big deal was. She does Chloé’s work all the time

Chloé:

Decided to rub it in Chloé’s face how Audrey has been offering her dozens of internships and even uses her actual name, just to “knock her down a few pegs” even when Chloé didn’t do anything today

Somehow managed to get a picture of Chloé hugging her teddy bear, and sent it to everyone in school. Chloé was so humiliated that she didn’t come to school for almost a month

Adrien:

The statue scene

Theft

Breaking and entering

Stalking

The schedule

… Anyway, Ladybug broke into his bedroom in the dead of night, sniffed his hair, and then kissed him while he was still asleep

Luka:

… Do I need to say it?

Vents all of her problems to him, makes it seem as though she was unhappy when they were dating, and rants about how “Adrien will never notice me! Help me, now!”

Kagami:

Spread rumors that she and her mother moved because she attacked her ex boyfriend back in Japan because she caught him talking to another girl

Sabotaged yet another contest Kagami was a part of where Adrien was the prize

[kowaindar0u]

//

I JUST WOKE MYSELF UP LAUGHING IM DYINF

I don't know what was going on but it was one of those dreams where I don't know if I AM Yuichi or if I as Luka is also there but it doesn't really matter jdjdh but like this happens a lot when I dream about characters I write/rp/play as

I think it started out where I there was like a little festival type thing around town(?) and everyone bought/made cloaks and stuff and so it was me/yuichi, a buuunch of toudans, and my friends from my d&d group ?? all just like hanging out or whatever, walking around town, I know at some point we went into a thrift store and bought a bunch of novelty stuff??

Idk it was fun.but then Nagasone had to go with Shirley (from Community) and some other people to a big meeting way up a mountain to ...?? idk, make a deal with some executives about the rights to a Scooby-Doo movie??? Idk, that's not important. What is important is that they did not come back down when they said they would so we got worried and went to go up the mountain after them ("we" I think is yuichi, my friend, and several toudans) . On our way up there was a loooot of snow and a bit of an avalanche that happened way up ahead of us, so we were panicked!! We got to where the avalanche happened (by this time we were also very cold and wet and tired) and we started digging around, looking for signs of anybody, frantic, but we didn't find anyone and we were being out in the freezing cold and snow for too long. But then I got a ping (I guess saniwa senses tingling) that Nagasone was a bit further up the mountain somewhere so I like ran and again started digging around, but eventually we made it up to the outer part of a lodge that was at the top (reminded me very much of the church in Saints Row (2022) lol) and I spotted him coming out of the building!!

I was like EEEAAGHHH WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN I WAS SCARED I THOUGHT MAYBE YOU GOT STUCK UNDER THE SNOWWW

and he was like NO IM PERFECTLY FINE I PROMISE! ME AND SHIRLEY JUST STRUCK THIS AMAZING DEAL EVERYTHING IS GREAT

And so we hung out at the place for a little bit but then...

Well I don't know if there was a timeskip or if the place just morphed or what. But suddenly we were at a big version of QuikTrip (my region's fave gas station lol) and this group of just... Random people were holding everyone hostage. They made everyone sit at tables and they had really tiny little guns lol. I had gotten up to get an eclair so I got put at a separate table than Nagasone, and got sat with my friend, Higekiri, and Hizamaru. So I was at this table just holding my eclair while some person points the tiny gun at us, and I remember feeling like it was an act of defiance/intimidation every time I took a bite of the eclair and just stared at them LOL

And I specifically remember whispering to my friend "this is just like we do in d&d: we talk shit about the enemy and it makes them easier to defeat" and so we did.

We were like "why are your guns so small?" "why are you holding hostages in a quiktrip?" "why didn't you lock the doors?"

And then my friend asks "hey, can I see your gun?"

and they LET HER??? so she's like "oh wow--" and immediately points it back at them. And I reach into my cloak pocket and pull out my own teeny tiny gun, except when I pull the trigger the end of it extends diagonally up so the end of it hits the person's glasses with the tiniest of "tink"s. Turns out it's not a gun it's a weird novelty toy. But the person is like "oho, that's clever. It's a shock device". It's not, but I let them think it is LOL

but I guess Nagasone sees this happen and gets worried when some of the other criminals look concerned, so he starts talking to them about their plan and stuff and somehow HE ALSO MANAGES TO GET ONE OF THEIR GUNS???

And then Yamanbagiri and Chougi at another table are called up to ....?? Idk, prove themselves? Demonstrate something? Just do something cool with their swords?

So they get up...

Manba pulls out his sword like normal

But then Chougi has like. A plastic longsword. And I'm like oh my god. HES WEARING MY CLOAK. at some point we had switched cloaks for some reason. I realize I have his sword but I cant get up to give it to him

So he goes to pull something else out of the cloak (I think he's just hoping his katana will be there) and out comes another teeny tiny gun, which he "fires" but it's another one of these silly stupid extender guns. And he's getting frustrated so he tries again, and just pulls out a big fucking two-pronged candelabra that I had (for some godforsaken reason) bought at the thrift store earlier. And he just looks so mortified and I'm sitting at my table trying not to laugh because of how he's holding it and his expression

And so I woke up laughing too lol

Writing it out it really doesn't sound that funny but I PROMISE it was so fucking hilarious watching Chougi just keep pulling out random shit and me being like "oh my god" as I realize that it's all my fault HAHA he was so pissed jfjsjdj

[jennrypan]

So..MLB basically says.

Gabriel, Tomoe, Jagged Stone, Audrey and Andre are ALLLLL worthy of redemption and theyre actually NOT that bad despite one being an actual terrorist and the others being either overbearing to an abusive degree, neglectful and childish or verbally abuse.

BUT NO ITS FINE CUZ YOU KNOW WHOS THE WORST???

LILA AND CHLOE CUS THEY WERE MEAN TO THE MC. THESE 14 YEAR OLD LITTLE ASSHOLES ARE FAR WORSE THAN THE LITERAL ADULT DIRT BAGS SURROUNDING THEM.

Obviously Chloe and Lila are assholes and deserve repercussions for being bullies and treating others like shit, anyone with a brain can see that but to be so heinous and down right stupid to claim these kids are more fucked up than the actual adults who are fully aware of whats going on?? Whos been alive longer?? Seriously?? Make that make sense.

Why does Gabriel get to redeem himself after spending months terrorizing Paris, killing people, neglecting his son and even physically abusing him when he deems it fit?? Why does he get a pass?? Cuz his baby mom got sick doin shit she knows she shouldnt be doing?? Really??

Why does Audrey and Andre get to not see anyone call them out for how they made Chloe?? Why does Andre get to disown Chloe and start over with her nicer copy?? After making her into the spoiled brat she is cuz HE GAVE HER EVERYTHING SHE WANTED, HE COULDVE PUT HIS FOOT DOWN BUT HE DIDNT?? HES A GROWN MAN, and suddenly hes done?? Cuz he wanted to be some dumbass director?? Seriously?? Sir you made your daughter that way and allowed your shitty wife to talk down to her and destroy her self worth, you allowed your daughter to keep demanding things from people and never ONCE tried to speak up, and suddenly you wanna start over with a kid that isnt even yours??

Jagged Stone literally abandons his whole ass kids cuz "kids arent cool" and he KNEW WHERE THEY WERE, KNEW WHO THEY WERE, and likely wouldve NEVER told them unless Luka in his akumatized form actually found him cuz hes a fucking man child going through a midlife crisis

(also lol @ all the salt fics saying hed be there for Marinette more than her own parents. Mf wasnt even there for his own kids, bffr)

I cant really say much on Tomoe cuz we dont really get much on her besides little hints but giving how Kagami is and how she mentions she wasnt even allowed to draw shows that Tomoe is exactly like Gabriel and what do ya know..Kagamis also a senti monster. Its fucked up!

Why do these grown ass adults get passes but Lila and Chloe dont? Chloes apparently a little soulless monster and Lila?? Is a fucking sociopath pulling an Orphan with all these new identities?? What the fuck??

Also lets not forget, Felix tried to make Adrien lose his friends, mocked Adrien for being an abused kid, found out Adriens mother is in the basement and REFUSES TO TELL HIM?? He gave Gabriel all of the miraculous, and instead of helping his COUSIN, he helps this random girl hes now suddenly obsessed with?? What?? But no yeah FELIX deserves to be forgiven despite all of his actions also being just as selfish and terrible as Chloe and Lila but go the fuck off ig, but EVEN STILL HES NOT WORSE THAN GABRIEL

[mystic-myrtille]

45 for the kisses 🥺

First of all I'm so sorry this took so long, but life gets in the way and I just wasn't feeling super motivated. I hope I got this right because this turned more into Marinette pining hard, but I tried my best and I hope you enjoy!

(Also I have a few more of these sitting in my inbox and I will do them! Not sure when, but I'll work on them! I'm just super slow)

#45: Almost kisses

Something was different. Something about Luka. Something about him had… changed.

Well, actually that wasn’t true. Luka hadn’t changed. He was still cool and calm and sweet, just like on the first day she had met him. Since then Marinette had considered him a friend, and she was thankful for his generally relaxing presence in her rather chaotic life. She liked hanging out with him to stroll around the city on his bike, asking him for his opinion on her new designs for stage outfits (he always loved them) or to just observe him as his guitar rested gently in his lap, his fingers cradling the strings and his eyes fluttering shut as he played out people’s hearts. Mostly hers.

So that hasn’t changed.

What had changed though was the amount of times he would cross her mind during the day, which had gone up significantly. Most of the time he would just randomly pop up in her mind for no apparent reason. She’d think about his kind eyes, his smile, the painted finger nails, his colorful hair, his music.

It had been innocent at first and Marinette hadn’t thought too much about it. Thinking about your friends wasn’t anything too unusual. Luka and her were friends.

Good friend even.

She liked thinking about him.

Maybe he even thought about her from time to time.

Because that's what friends do.

Until those thoughts changed. She didn’t know when exactly or how or why, but Marinette was pretty sure friends weren't supposed to wake up in the middle of a night from a dream where said friend wouldn’t cradle the guitar strings but her cheeks instead as he'd slowly lean down, because he was a head taller than her, close to brushing her lips moments before she'd wake up, her cheeks burning to the point where she had to step out just to cool herself down.

The first time there was an inital shock, obviously, and Marinette was considerably more flustered when Luka was nothing more than mentioned in a conversation. But after confessing her dream to Alya, her friend had brushed it off, explaining how that that ‚didn’t have to mean anything‘. Which was probably true, dreams were random and didn’t mean anything. However even that didn’t help her that much, because when she had come to the Liberty again after a few days and saw Luka, she immediately forgot about the meaninglessness of dreams and couldn’t think of anything but her dream, making her blush like crazy. Luckily she could blame the hot summer sun when Luka asked her what was wrong.

From there on, it kept happening.

She thought about kissing Luka more and more.

And it drove her insane.

Becausy why would she even want to kiss Luka?

He was her friend!

Plus, she still had her very real crush on Adrien, of which she'd be reminded by Alya and the rest of the girls ever so often. Even though that whole thing was sort of on hold as of recent now that he was sort of dating Kagami, she couldn't deny that she'd still feel like an electric shock went through her entire body every time their eyes met and he'd give her a quick polite smile.

Nothing about him has changed either. He was still the sweet, kind boy who had given her an umbrella the first day they met.

She should be thinking about him.

She should be dreaming about him.

She should be fantazising about kissing him.

But she didn't.

Marinette didn’t understand, until one day when Luka waited in front of the school forthe band. He had given her a genuine smile when he had spotted her, excitingly asked her about her day and replaced the electric shocks with shy little butterflies dancing in her belly. He’d stand at the bottom of the stairs, Marinette standing in front of him just one step up so they’d were on eye level. And while he told her about his day, she’d sometimes look down to his lips, just for a second, and let herself imagine what it would be like if she just leaned forward a little, because with the way they were positioned, she really wouldn’t have to do much more-

Oh.

Her eyes widened at the realization.

Oh.

Of course Luka had immediately noticed the blush spreading across her face, because it was honestly hard not to, and asked her if she was okay, like the concerned friend he was. And Marinette couldn’t do anything but stand there and frantically nod, not trusting her mouth to not do anything stupid. Like kiss him. Or tell him ‚Oh Luka, I was just fantazising about us smooching because I had a dream about that and also…‘

also...

It was at this point Marinette had to admit to herself.

Luka wasn’t a friend to her. He was something more.

Because friends didn’t have that desire to kiss their friends.

But she really wanted to kiss Luka.

Of course, being herself, Marinette knew she could never bring herself to just… go for it. Especially not out of the blue like that. And while she liked Luka, she wasn’t sure how he felt about her. Sure, he was more touchy with her than anybody else and he kept playing her song and he gave her compliments all the time and so much more...

But she couldn’t just kiss him, even though she wanted to.

Even though there had been multiple chances for her to do so.

Like that one time where Kitty section had organized a sleep over. She and Luka had cooked dinner together and at some point he had turned up the volume of the music and had started to dance. He wasn’t exactly a dancer so it looked more dorky than anything, but that hadn’t stopped Marinette from joining him. So they moved around the living room, daning and laughing, until Luka had grabbed her hands and had started to spin her around in circles.

And there was this tingling in her heart again every time Luka pulled her closer just to release her the next second. If she just got onto her tippy toes, she could’ve given him a quick peck on the lips next time he pulled her towards him.

But she didn't.

Another time she had helped him apply eye liner after he kept messing up his right eye. Of course she had offered help and than had found herself sitting in his lap, holding her breath as she drew the wing on his eye lid. She was thankful his eyes were closed because she would've never been able to explain her gaze dropping down ever so often and she had to swallow hard when his eyes fluttered open and Marinette couldn’t tear her gaze away. For more seconds than what was probably appropriate, she remained seated in his lap as Luka kept eye contact with her, not saying anything. Her heart was pounding in her ears. Just a small dip forward and she could've pecked his lips.

But she didn't.

Then there was the time when she had taken his measurements for stage costumes where she could've asked him to lean down just a little more.

Or when she had burrowed her face into his shoulders during a horror movie. She really wouldn't have had needed to move that much.

Or the countless times where they had been sitting on his bed, across from one another as he played her feelings out and she could've just taken the guitar to put it down and moved a little closer, tilting her head to finally act on what she was fantasizing about for weeks.

And yet she hadn't.

Which was probably for the better.

During all those moments, Marinette had wondered why Luka looked at her so intensly, why it was her of all people he danced with, why he always looked so content whenever he played out her heart. That had to mean something, right?

Then again

Luka was very supportive of her crush on another boy, after he had figured it out after their kind-of-sort-of-double date with Adrien and Kagami where Marinette had dragged Luka along so that it would be less awkward for her to be the third wheel.

He had been the one encouraging her to go and talk to Adrien.

He had given her nothing but support.

Would he actually react like this, if he liked her?

How would he have reacted of she hadn’t gone after Adrien, if she had taken the metro home with him? Would that have changed anything?

Well, it probably would’ve been the smater choice, because even when she got Adrien to stop the car and wait for her

she still hadn’t done any talking.

Kagami was onto something when she had noted how hesitant Marinette was.

So she kept the thoughts about his lips and the butterflies in her belly to herself. Kissing dream Luka was good enough after all.

Until Bob Roth had stolen Luka's music and Marinette's costumes.

And Luka got akumatized.

Before running off, he had gone up to her and had confessed his feelings to her, in his usual poetic way.

Which had turned her into a blushy mess and caused her to take a little more time before transforming into Ladybug, fight and deakumatize him.

Everything went back to normal, and she thought even more about kissing him. Because after such a confession, how could she not?

Just before he was about to go on stage, she asked him if he remembered what he said to her. What did it mean? Was it real? Did he feel that way about her? Did he really feel that way about her?

But he didn’t remember.

Instead he put a hand on her shoulder

and said it again. Word for word.

You're the most extraordinary girl, Marinette.

Clear as a musical note.

Sincere as a melody.

You're the music that's been playing in my head since the first day we've met.

And she was lost. Lost in his beautiful blue eyes, looking at her with so much appreciation and love, like she was the most precious thing in the world to him. Actually it wasn’t much different from all the other times he lad looked at her, but now, she didn’t have to wonder if she was just imagining things.

This was real.

He still had his hand on her shoulder and stared into her eyes.

She stared back.

And it felt like time had stopped.

She stood there, heart thundering in her chest, butterflies fluttering through her entire body, her mind racing from „Luka likes me?“

to „Luka likes me!“

to „… would he also like kissing me?“

Never before did she want to kiss him this badly.

If she just took one little step closer, she could tug his jacket, get on her tippy toes and pull him down just a little and finally feel his breath over her lips and slowly close his eyes before the’d both give in, feeling their lips move against each other…

Wait, how was she even supposed to move her lips exactly?

Oh god, what if her breath was bad?

Would she even be able reach him with how tall he was or would he have to slouch over? Would that even be comfortable for him?

Oh god, she was overthinking again!

… What was she supposed to do with her hands?

Oh god!

Come on, just go for it already! That’s what you wanted the entire time...

… But shouldn’t she at least ask him if he wanted it too?

Yes, that would be a good start.

She opened her mouth.

Then Luka gave her shoulder a little squeeze, his smile got wider and in this moment, withthe colorful stage light hitting his face, he looked even more mesmerizing.

The „Can I kiss you?“ died on her lips.

He whispered „Wish me luck“ before he retrieved his hand and took a few steps away, still holding eye contact as long as possible, until he turned around to walk on stage.

Her gaze followed him and her heart sank.

Kagami was right, all she ever did was hesitate. If she just didn’t question her every move and actually followed up on the steps she had gone through in her head. She still couldn’t go through with it, even after him literally confessing to her in such a beautiful way! And she didn’t even say anything back, just stood there like a deer in the headlight.

Luka was in love with her.

She had been in love with Luka.

And she almost kissed him. Almost.

How can this be so hard?

Disheartened, she walked over to stand next to the camera in order to get a better view.

Luka caught her eyes and before going into his solo, he gave her that same loving smile he had given her minutes ago. Her heart sped up again and couldn’t help but smile back.

He had still confessed to her!

Meaning that he actually might want to kiss her, too.

This hadn’t been her only chance. This was just the beginning of something new. There were more opportunities to come for her to stare. To hesitate. To feel. And finally, to be brave.

Feeling more optimisic, she prepared herself to ask Luka after the show. Judgind by the way he smiled at her, she had a feeling he might say yes.

Send me a number and I’ll write a short(ish) Lukanette fic!

[princess-of-the-corner]

so what was the s1 hiatus era like?

Beautiful chaos?

Like.

We had only Season 1, which was still flawed but had a hell of a lot of promise. We only had so much info. So everyone made things up in terms of both lore and future stories!

Things I remember:

Everyone clocked the Alya = Fox and Chloé = Bee thing. Most people had Nino as the Turtle, but some said he'd get the Peacock somehow based on the clothing theme. If people made him the Turtle, then the Peacock user was up in the air(we saw the Peacock in Gabriel's safe in Volpina, the 'last' episode of Season 1 other than Origins. Though no one knew if it was real or just similar because Plagg didn't react to seeing it at all. Which.... is now a plot hole).

Nathaniel was a bit more prominent in the shipping scene. If you were into mlm you had Adrinath(because fandom prefers mlm white prettyboys so since Luka didn't exist yet Nath was the option). And if you were straight then you had Chlonath.

Speaking of, Luka and Kagami didn't exist yet.

Though it was obvious, we didn't know for sure that Gabriel was Hawkmoth. This led to a few different tropes. Sometimes fics would have an entirely different person be Hawkmoth(sometimes random OC, though Alim Kubdel was a popular choice for 'if it's not Gabe'). I saw a few where that whole 'Peacock in the safe' thing led to Gabriel having been a Hero with it before, and with the Hawkmoth thing he breaks it out to try and help keep the new Heroes safe

There was some speculation on Gabriel and Emilie being Heroes before Canon in general because how did they get the Miraculous and what did they do with them?

We didn't have exact powers for the other Miraculous. We /kinda/ guessed that Volpina was correct and the Fox has Illusions, and the Turtle being a shield made sense. But no one knew what to do with the Bee or Peacock. Also no Hero names existed yet so you'll have variations of those.

The Zodiac Miraculous didn't exist. People creating new Miraculous either yoinked whatever animal(s) they like, or used the old concept art.

Up until the Christmas Special, we had no context for how long Emilie had been 'missing'(a plot in the special is that it's Adrien's first Christmas without his mother). So most people had assumed she'd been missing for a while, not just less than a year.

We also had no idea what happened to her! Did she die? Is she legit missing? What's going on?! (tbh we also didn't know her name. If you read my fics from that era I called her 'Felicia'.)

Speaking of mothers, Chloé's mom was unknown! Some wrote her as dead. I accidentally predicted the 'she had an affair that resulted in a half-sister and abandoned Chloé' bit lmao! Though I didn't predict her being as /actively/ awful as Canon.

Lila was in a weird kind of limbo? Technically the end of Volpina implied she'd come back, but most people kinda forgot about her. People who did write her tended to have it that the events of the episode revealed her lies so the class knew her shit was fake. This resulted in either her being the 'opposite Chloé' where she likes Mari but hates LB, or she dropped the nice act all together and started bullying Marinette either with or instead of Chloé(depending on the writer's ideas of Chloé!Redemption)

Fu's ability as a mentor and overall backstory was up in the air. We knew he was hands-off at first, but we assumed he'd be more directly helpful in Season 2. We know he 'made some disasterous mistake', but we didn't know what it was. A lot of people speculated that he had his own team of Heroes that went sideways.

On that note, the Order of the Guardians wasn't known. We had Fu, but no knoweledge of them or other Miracle Boxes

I thiiiiiink there were more tropes, but I cannot for the life remember them. And tbh reading old fics is a TRIP