#maribat calendar

[official-timari-server]

Welcome to the Timari Servers first Live Event

Shutterbug Station

There are two teams, Angst v. Fluff, and only you all can decide who shall be the true victor.

On each day a prompt will be revealed that corresponds with either Angst or Fluff depending on the day. Your goal is to create something that fulfills the prompt!

Trauma Train Tuesdays are dedicated to Angst prompts while Fluff Freight Fridays are for Fluff with some bonus prompts sprinkled in!

We’re aware full calendars can be daunting and too much for people so this gives people a chance at a break while also keeping them on their feet when the day arrives for their prompt to be revealed and gives them time to complete their prompts.

Choose which team you wish to support (you are allowed to join both), make content for them, and post! If you post it on the day their prompt is revealed, you’ll get an additional 5 points.

Guidelines:

• You do not have to sign up to join

• To be counted, all works must be submitted with links in the provided form X

• You do not need to be in the server to participate! Just tag correctly, add fics to the ao3 collection, and be sure to submit the link in the form for it to be counted

• While we are a Timari Server and would love more Timari content, we are aware of the constraints of that and absolutely support other pairing submissions

• Any creative works are accepted

• Label your works correctly

• Follow the prompts, but each person is given 10 free cards (10 things can be submitted that do not use the prompts)

• You can join at any time!

Rules, Guidelines, and Scoring can be found here (X)

Ao3 Collection can be found here (X)

Live Tracker can be found here (X)

Submission Form can be found here (X)

Server Link can be found here (X)

Tags:

Ao3 : #Shutterbug Station 2024  #MSS2024

Tumblr :  #MSS2024 #Shutterbug Station 2024

Insta :  #ShutterbugStation2024

(M for Maribat)

@official-timari-server for reblogging!

Contact us with any questions, comments, or concerns!

[maribat-calendar-events]

Daminette December 2024

Welcome to Maribat Calendar Events December event.

December is dedicated to the OG Maribat Ship - Daminette!

Do one prompt! Do them all! Any participation is great! They just serve as ways to encourage that creativity. No Pressure.

Make sure you tag us so others can more easily see your work:

AO3 COLLECTION: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/DaminetteDec2024

TAGS FOR BOTH TUMBLR AND AO3: #Daminette December

BE SURE TO TAG THIS BLOG @MARIBAT-CALENDAR-EVENTS AND REBLOG SO OTHERS GET A CHANCE TO SEE TOO!

Guidelines

Any orientation or relationship style is welcome and encouraged (familial, platonic, romantic, aged-up NSFW)!

Any creative works (writing, fics, drabbles, head-canons, art, poetry, incorrect quotes, etc.) are accepted

Tag @maribat-calendar-events in your works so we can share it

Use the hashtag so others can see your work

Keep NSFW works under the ‘Keep Reading’ line with an appropriate warning above

Questions? Send us a message/ask, or contact @izanae

Get creative and have fun! We all look forward to your participation and submissions!

[the-coffee-fandom]

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Hanahaki Hours

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Calendar by @the-coffee-fandom and inspired and encouraged by @boldlyanxious. Day Eight inspired by and dedicated to @tree-reads.

Welcome back to Hanahaki Hours! Hosted in the month known for its showers bringing flowers: May!

A week dedicated to a popular trope, Hanahaki Disease, which came along August 9th, 2008. It's a fictional disease in which a character coughs up flowers which grow inside them from unrequited love (or other creative interpretation).

How you use the prompts is up to your own creative interpretation! You can use the quotes, flowers, word, or all of them! Do one day, do the entire week, do a poem, a piece of art, drabbles and incorrect quotes, or even just a quick doodle. Have fun with it!

Need inspiration? Don't feel like researching flowers? Flower Symbolism has been premade! Slightly different from last years! Click here for the full list or click here for a master list if you only want one specific flower!

Open to any fandom, ship, pairing, or otherwise to use!

Tags for Tumblr:

#Hanahaki Hours 2024 #Hanahaki Hours

Tags for Ao3:

Hanahaki Hours 2024 Hanahaki Hours

the-coffee-fandom's Hanahaki Hours

Ao3 Collection:

https://archiveofourown.org/collections/Flower_Hours

Tag @the-coffee-fandom and reblog for others to see too! I will reblog any I'm tagged in!

Please feel free to reach out to @the-coffee-fandom however you'd like if you have any questions! Especially if you need more information on flowers.

Remember that if the days don't match your schedule, you can do these at any time! Collection stays open and prompts are always available!

Written out prompts below the cut!

May 7th:

Quote: "We don't all have happy endings."

Flower: Poppy

Word: Revival

May 8th:

Quote: "I'd like to stay here. With you."

Flower: Daisy

Word: Pastel

May 9th:

Quote: "Don't you think it's time to stop?"

Flower: Forget Me Not

Word: Fade

May 10th:

Quote: "They're my home."

Flower: Sage

Word: Keep

May 11th:

Quote: "If you leave now... that's it, you know."

Flower: Wolf's Bane

Word: Verse

May 12th:

Quote: "It's morning."

Flower: Avens

Word: Ice

May 13th:

Quote: "Cut it."

Flower: Peony

Word: Catch

Substitutes:

Quote 1: "I've never seen anything as beautiful as your eyes."

Quote 2: "I want to hear pretty lies."

Flower 1: Orchid

Flower 2: Narcissus

Word 1: Venom

Word 2: Arrival

Previous Calendars:

2023

[elixs-mythology-corner]

HI BELOVED FOLLOWERSSS

My friend just made an event for Adribat lovers!! This, of course, is a group of prompts for Spooky season. I know that this is a mythos centric blog, but it can't hurt to promote my other fandoms from time to time.

For those of you who don't know Adribat, it is a sub-species of Maribat (or Miraculous Ladybug/DC fandom) that specifically focuses on romantic or platonic ships between Adrien and any DC character and should be getting more love.

This is a full October calendar and two bingo boards!!

I hope everyone has a good time creating!! And if you're not a fan of these fandoms, the prompts are not fandom specific so they could be good inspiration for any creation ever!! And even then, maybe share it to get the word out there.

I love everyone !

[ggomos-maribat]

Cloudburst

Maribat Origins October 2022 Days 2 & 5: Umbrella/Stop/Cry

The loud pitter patter of the rain mimicked the storm in her heart. She had sprinted under the nearest shelter, a bus stop, and immediately sank on a seat, shivering. The downpour raged, and so did her emotions as she felt the pricking sensation at the corner of her eyes.

Usually, she wouldn't bother caring. She'd hold her head up to tell herself that she was above all the lies and deceit. But some days, the cries of her heart became too loud and her glass bottle became too full, and she'd break down out of nowhere. Marinette's shoulders heaved up and down whilst she quietly sobbed. The Gotham rain was mocking and empathizing with her at the same time, much like the conflict persistently stirring inside her.

From the periphery of her vision, she saw a stranger duck under the bus stop. She turned her head but didn't wipe her tears away, hoping that the raindrops would disguise them. The stranger shook and folded his umbrella, sparing her a sideways glance.

"Are you alright?"

His voice was deep. Clear. Tinged with the accent of a local.

Marinette froze, lifting her gaze to meet the stranger's gaze. "I'm sorry . . ." She rubbed the wetness from her reddened cheeks, growing embarrassed of the situation.

"Waiting for the bus?" He asked.

"Maybe?" She grimaced at the thickness of her own French accent. "I got lost."

"Where are you headed to?"

Marinette knew better than to divulge information to any Gothamite. Instead of the address of the hotel her class was staying at, she gave him a landmark one block away from the location.

"The buses here do not go through that avenue," the stranger explained.

She sighed. How could she expect a blessing on an already-disastrous day? "It's okay. I'll just walk when the rain stops."

"Are you sure? Do you have someone who can pick you up?"

She gnawed on her bottom lip. Does a negligent schoolteacher count? "No, I don't," she lied.

And so she was left to wait with him. She was sitting on one end of the row of seats, and him on the other. Buses came and went, but he never got on them. After the fourth bus or so, she figured that he was waiting alongside her. If he was doing it with malicious or pure intent, she didn't know.

The rain showed no signs of stopping, and neither did her nervousness. Marinette dared to take a peek from beneath her lashes. Dark hair. Tanned skin. Tall, bulky figure. He could be around her age. His eyes moved to meet hers and she looked away in a split second, not wanting to be caught staring.

As seconds ticked by, she was slowly consumed by her emotions again. The rain grew stronger like the beating of her heart, coming in with the occasional thunder and lightning that made her jump from her seat. She was tired. She was upset. She was cold. Only two days in Gotham and she was at her breaking point under the torment of her classmates.

Marinette realized that she was crying again. This time, she refused to stop. She wrapped her arms around herself, resting her head against the pole as she allowed her tears to fall.

She didn't notice him sliding towards her until she saw the hand holding out a handkerchief in front of her.

"Thank you," she whispered, taking the handkerchief. It was warm. Soft. Fragrant. She felt a bit of guilt for ruining the cloth.

"Sorry again," she said.

He was sitting closer to her now. "What are you sorry for?"

"For . . . seeing me in this state?" Her fist closed around his handkerchief. "I had a really bad day."

"You shouldn't apologize for expressing your emotions," he told her. His tone was stern, but kind. "If anything, it is unhealthy to bottle them up."

She almost laughed at that statement. For Parisians, releasing emotions was a luxury they couldn't afford. "You're right." The corner of her lips twitched upwards. "But I have to appear strong in front of other people all the time."

"You do not owe people that illusion."

"It's not that easy," she said softly, bowing her head.

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

She stared up at him quizzically.

"That was a useless question, wasn't it?"

"No." Marinette blinked rapidly. Had a stranger just offered her help? In Gotham, the City of Crime, of all places? "I was just surprised, that's all."

She played with a button on her top. "It's complicated. If I could deal with it overnight, I would've done that ages ago."

The stranger nodded solemnly, seemingly understanding the type of circumstance she was in.

"The rain doesn't look like it's stopping soon." He extended his arm to offer his black umbrella. "Are you in a rush? Here. You can use this." 

All of Marinette's thoughts screeched to a halt. Black umbrellas only seared memories of a bitter first love to her. She'd been let down once, and this time it was deja vu. Was she going to let it happen twice? Alarm bells echoed in her mind, a contrast to her steady heart. She told herself that this was different, completely unrelated to the naive encounters of her younger self. He was a generous Gothamite who was giving her his umbrella. Nothing more. 

She pushed her fears aside and accepted the umbrella with a shy smile. The stranger looked at her calculatingly, as if studying an art piece. "Do you want me to accompany you?" 

She was tempted to say 'yes' but she knew she couldn't take the risk. "No thank you. I don't want to bother you," she politely declined. 

He didn't push further. "I suggest passing through the main intersection. There are more people there, and it's less dangerous than other routes." 

"Thanks. I'll keep that in mind." 

"And here." He dug into his pocket and pulled out a small covered pocket knife. "Just in case." 

Marinette wanted to question why he carried a weapon with him, but brushed the thought off. It was Gotham after all; better not to ask. The skin of her fingertips touched his palm briefly when she picked up the knife. It had a foreign feel in her grasp. She tucked it into her pocket before thanking him again. 

"I guess I'll go now." She awkwardly waved goodbye, opened up the umbrella, and turned around to make her way through the street. 

It wasn't until she made a turn in the third street when the rain weakened to a trickle and the skies cleared. 

And it wasn't until she arrived at the hotel when she realized she didn't know the mystery stranger's name.

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[itriedwritingandhereiam]

It's not the first time Marinette has a nightmare. Bad dreams are normal, she knows that. But it's scarier when you know it's happened before, when you have to relive that terror. She doesn't live with Maman and Papa anymore, Adrien isn't there to comfort her. Maybe she can find comfort in her boyfriend this time around. After all, nothing beats bad dreams like a 3am movie marathon while cuddling on the couch right?

[mochinek0]

Daminette December 2023: 31-Charades

The Waynes were in the living room by the fireplace, enjoying some hot chocolate and playing charades. It was Christmas and Superman had given them an early gift. He was watching over Gotham to give them a night off.

Marinette pretended to pick a slip of paper out of the bowl and placed it in the opposite bowl. She smiled at everyone. She held up her hand and put up two fingers.

"Two words." Stephanie called out.

Mari nodded. She then placed her hands on her hips and stood tall.

"Person!" shouted Jason.

"A name?" Tim questioned.

Mari shook her head. Marinette cradled her arms together and rocked them.

"Someone is rocking the boat?" Dick asked.

She shook her head again.

"A baby?" Damian questioned.

Marinette nodded and clapped her hands. She stood tall and motioned a round belly in front of her.

"Pregnant." Dick called out, "Someone is pregnant!"

Marinette nodded.

"Who is pregnant?" Tim whispered, "Do we know anyone who is pregnant?"

"Or were pregnant?" Barbara suggested.

Many of the Waynes looked confused and had gone into detective mode. They were no longer focusing on Marinette and were too busy trying to recall people they knew. Mari pouted, but Damian motioned for her to continue. She smiled, happily.

Marinette pointed to herself.

"I'm pregnant?" Damian questioned, getting everyone's attention.

Marinette smiled, "Yes, Damian. I'm pregant."

Everyone's jaw dropped. Damian stood up quickly.

"Are you pregnant or is this part of the game?" He questioned.

Marinette pulled out a pregnancy test, with a tiny bow attached to it.

"I'm actually pregnant." Marinette spoke, "I found out last week at the doctors, but I figured a test would be good proof."

Damian rushed over to his wife and looked at the tiny stick in her hand. There was a plus sign on it and next to it was labeled as pregnant.

"Really?" he whispered.

"Merry Christmas, Habibi." Marinette spoke, "You're a father."

Damian wrapped her up in his arms and kissed his wife's head. The Wayne started to shout and celebrate.

In Metropolis, Clark smiled at the dinner table.

"Are the Wayne having a good night off?" Lois asked.

"Yep." he answered, "I'm sure they will be calling us soon. It seems like I chose the best gift for today, after all."

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[intotherabithole]

Roynette week: babysitter

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[maribatserver]

Maribat Mix & Match Monster Mash 2024

We're back! September hasn't quite begun yet, but we're so excited for this year's spooky season that we decided to give you a little extra time to prepare your frightful fics and dreadful drawings, especially as this year we're mixing things up more than usual.

You may have noticed that this year, the prompts we've given you to start are a bit longer than they have been before. That's because we thought incantations would be more inspiring.

"I am not supposed to be the Final Girl!" "I'll kill you either way." "I'm hunting cryptids." "Has anyone ever told you how creepy you are?" "Not a fan of surprises?" "Oh, bite me." "Turn the lights off."

But as some of you may know, those aren't all we're giving you! From October 25th-31st, each night at the perfect time for necromancy (also known as Midnight EST) a tombstone will reveal a new ingredient for you to mix into your creations. If all goes to plan, your muse will be resurrected in plenty of time for Halloween. Ahahahahaha!

All you have to do is Mix and Match our incantation prompts with the tombstone ingredients to give life to your abominations, then post them so that we can all enjoy the scares! Feel free to use other calendars and prompts while you're at it, as we all know that October has several fangtastic challenges that you don't need us to tell you about.

While we wait for Halloween though, we'll be counting down with gruesome graphics for our incantations, posted each Friday until our event begins. The order of our countdown will be decided by our very own server members, so if you haven't joined the dark side already, send us a message and get an invite. We promise we'll only bite if you ask us too.

When your spooktacular submissions are finished, you can post them on tumblr with the tag #mm&mmm2024 and we’ll reblog them here, or you can submit them to our Ao3 collection, Maribat Mix & Match Monster Mash (Maribat_Mix_Match). Just make sure that you’ve tagged and rated your work accurately, and that any sensitive content is under a cut. Halloween may be the season for scares, but we want to keep our frightful fun safe for everyone!

Special thanks to @newdog14 for designing our calendar and prompts, to @nottesilhouette for helping to brainstorming our prompts and giving Newsie access to Canva Pro, and to @izanae for helping with logistics and for returning to us just in time to enable Newsie during her favorite event!

[liquid-luck-00]

Red Binding 1

Maribat March Day 1: Origins

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Trigger for implied neglect, blood, and violence towards a minor

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Marinette was, what most would consider a normal, happy, child. But that was far from the truth.

She was ten when she finally noticed something was off.

Her parents as much as she loved them and they said that they loved her. Never made time for her. Never asked more than how was her day, so she would ramble about anything and everything. She never had a curfew and her parents never seemed to worry. That's when the bullying began.

She was eleven when she recognized that the bakery was the top priority and not her.

Her school life was in shambles. Her friendships were strung by a thread, with even a whisper from Chloé, they would abandon her.

So when a small box appeared in her room, at the age of twelve, and from it a small red creature asked her to leave with them she agreed. They talked for hours, extending for days (a bit over a week in total), before she was truly good and ready to leave Paris. They spoke about their lives (existence in Tikki’s case), the powers and responsibilities that would be placed upon Marinette, but most of that time they enjoyed one another’s presence.

The creature listened to her, actually listened to what she had to say, gave her a choice, so she agreed to follow the creature.

In the middle of the night she packed a small bag and stood in the center of her room. "Are you ready, Marinette?" The creature, Tikki they called themselves, chirped. "As much as I can be." She looked the creature in the eyes and everything spun. It felt as if she was floating, or not, as she slammed onto the stone floor.

When she stood up, she dusted herself off and looked around. She was in a well kept garden, the air was thin, but the moon was bright over head.

"ལགས་སོ། ཁྱེད་རང་ཕེབས་བྱུང་།" A voice startled her as she jumped from the sound.

"Who are you?" She questioned. "Where am I?"

The man was still, he didn't seem to hear her, or maybe he didn't understand.

"ང་དང་མཉམ་དུ་ཤོག" The man turned and walked into a building that looked like some sort of temple. She stood there staring where the man used to be before he turned back. His even strides carried him right to her. "ངས་རང་ཉིད་ལ་བསྐྱར་ཟློས་མི་བྱེད།" The man's tone surprised her, she jumped to her feet, following him at a brisk pace.

Lanterns lit the walls of the hall, no doors or even windows could be seen. The two of them walked in silence for what seemed a half hour, but she couldn't tell. She tried to remember the path, but there were too many turns and steps to remember.

They stopped at an ornate circular red door, that was roughly twelve meters in diameter. Golden knots were carved expertly into the wood.

He stepped aside as if she was supposed to do something, but she didn't know what. So Marinette stepped forward and placed a hand on a golden vein.

A flash of golden light erupted from where her hand touched the wood, as it swung open on silent hinges.

She had turned away, in an attempt to shield her eyes.

"Welcome, child." A voice from inside was warm and she stepped forward.

She wanted to say something but thought better. Yes she understood this new voice, but the man before she still has no idea what he said. She just followed him and he led her here.

"Do not fear to speak child." The voice came from everywhere, echoing through the large cavern. What looked like an island garden sat in the middle. A giant oak tree with flowers blooming in complete darkness sat at this center. Chimes rang thought the branches without any wind.

"Who are you?" She finally asked, voice small, as she looked around. "Where am I?"

Chimes rang almost resembling laughter. "I am known as the supreme. As to where you are, you are with the Order of Miraculii, my child of creation."

"Order? Creation? Where is Tikki?" She started rambling questions in the hopes of at least one being answered.

"All will be answered in time." Chimes once again filled the cavern.

"སུའུ་晗་ང་ཚོའི་ན་གཞོན་སྲུང་མཁན་ལ་བཀའ་སློབ་གནང་རོགས།"

"ཁྱོད་ཀྱིས་བཀའ་གསུང་གནང་བ་བཞིན་དུ་ངའི་བླ་ན་མེད་" The man spoke with a bow, before placing a hand on her shoulder and leading her out of the cavern.

He led her to a room that was somewhere deep in the temple, at least she assumes it is. The room was simple, a four poster bed sat against the far wall. A desk was set next to it with a bookshelf that was carved into the wall above it. A dresser was next to the door, and a thick rug was spread underfoot.

"Tikki."

"Yes." The little god appeared in front of her with a poof.

"What’s going to happen now?"

"There is a lot for you to learn, but for now rest. The morning will come soon."

•••

Jason didn’t know why he left that night.

Scratch that he knew exactly why.

Bruce and Dick were arguing again, and no matter where he was at the manor he still heard them. But it wasn’t them it was Cathrine and Willis fighting for the uptenth time. So he did what he always did, he snuck out.

He was running roof tops trying and failing to get the voices out of his head. The weather was starting to change and a sludge of rain and snow fell around him. If only…

He shot out to grapple to the next building but with the semi frozen and slick exteriors the hook slipped. He began to free fall, as the line retracted, and everything was quiet. He heard his heart flutter then a sharp click. The line was back and he shot it again, this time it landed. He was yanked and thrown into a graceful arc before landing on another roof.

He stood in the middle of the high rise roof. Completely soaked but he didn’t care, he just wanted to stay in this quiet for a little while longer. He sneezed, breaking him from his stupor, sure the suit helped keep him relatively dry, but it didn’t do much for the cold, less still for his head that was completely out to the elements.

He kicked a few rocks that were strewn in the roof in an attempt to warm up, but stopped when some sort of metal glinted underfoot.

He reached down and found a ring, and when his fingers wrapped around the metal a flash of green illuminated the rooftop.

"Finally!" A nasally voice echoed around him. "I thought you were never going to notice it."

"Who are you?" He half whispered half yelped. "Show yourself." He reached for a batarang.

"No need kitten." A tiny cat like creature floated up to his eye level. "Names Plagg, and you are?"

He didn’t answer, he’ll he didn’t know if this was real or if he might actually be asleep. He gripped the batarang, feeling as it sliced through his glove straight to his hand.

"Not asleep." He whispered to himself. "So what are you?" He attempted to poke the creature with his finger, but it easily evaded him. It took hold of the ring and dropped it on to his finger.

"I am a kwamii, specifically of chaos and destruction." They puffed their chest, watching as the ring emanated a soft glow before it stopped. "And you are my kitten."

"I’m not your anything." He didn’t want to be involved with magic, it only seemed to cause problems, if the reports Bruce had was anything. "It started with that ring, right?"

"Yes an…" He didn’t let him finish speaking, he tried to pull the ring off, but it was gone.

"What did you do?" His attention snapped to the supposed god, or whatever it was.

It was about to say something when his vision started to blur. Something heavy slammed into his head. He felt himself starting to crumple forward, laughter ringing behind him.

When he woke up, Jason was tied and laying face first in a dingy old storeroom or maybe a warehouse. There wasn’t much light except for three industrial lights towards the center of the room. And under the furthest one was the silhouette of a person.

"Is the birdie awake?" The voice was tinged with laughter, it sent chills down his spine. He knows who that voice belongs to.

I’m sorry.

"Let’s have some fun now!" Joker came into his view and then he noticed the item in his hand, but he couldn’t stop him. The crowbar swung down and it connected with his upper arm. He was thrown into a box to his right. The next hit was to his stomach, as he coughed up blood.

I’m sorry. He heard again, but Joker didn’t react to it. So he knows Plagg is in his mind.

Stop apologizing and talk. He thought, and he did.

Plagg told him a story. He tuned out best he could, but it was difficult whenever he would be thrown around. It even felt like Plagg was holding his breath at times, waiting for his attention to continue.

"Well it’s been fun, Boy Blunder, but you should go to bed. Don’t forget to brush your teeth and say hello to the Big Bad Bat." He left him there in a heap on the floor, a ringing his ears silenced everything except for Plagg.

"Come on, get up! Please!" He saw Plagg flying in frantic circles over a box.

"There is a bomb, and…" Plagg placed two paws on his forehead before flying back, to where the bomb must be. "You will live, Kitten, I swear it."

A flash of green and black rolled over him, yet the blast of air did however destroy the building they were in. But he saw Plagg fly back to him. He felt him curl into his hair, his purring rhythmic, as he began to loose consciousness.

"What a waste." He felt someone turn him over. Changing the path of the blood on his face to stream into his mouth. It tasted like iron, and dirt, and it burned his throat. "I will see you when you awaken."

His world went black, Plagg’s put was a constant rumble. The next time he opened his eyes it was dark, Plagg was on his chest staring at him, his green eyes glowing in the dark.

Steady breaths kitten. Plagg’s voice echoed in his mind, as he tried to explain what was happening. You’re in a coffin.

"How!?" He began to panic, but Plagg began purring which calmed him.

You need to stay calm, you can get out. Focus my power.

I don’t know how. He thought, not risking wasting the little air he had.

The ring on your finger is a focus for power. Do you feel the space my presence takes up within your mind?

He searched concentrating on Plagg’s voice and presence in his mind. Yes.

Good. Now pull that towards the ring. He pulled at it but there was a resistance, like a rubber band being stretched too far.

Slowly. He made the connection and his palm glowed with a faint black and green light. Now touch the area in front of you.

He did and as soon as he did the rubber band snapped back. But a hole big enough for him to pass though was above him, along with a foot of dirt above it. He was tired but he tried again. It was harder this time, but he managed. He touched the top of the dome, but only a few inches disappeared this time. He was about to try again when Plagg stopped him.

Don’t kid! You’re exhausted. Channeling magic requires energy along with training it, like any other muscle. We have to dig the rest of the way.

Fine. He huffed.

The ground was wet and soft from all the rain. But he knew if he didn’t hurry that would be an obstacle. It was starting to freeze. That’s how he knew he was getting close to the surface. Plagg had been moving the dirt into the casket, allowing him to stand. Yet he flew up to him this time with a broken piece of wood, and he knew just what he needed it for. He finally broke through the surface and pulled himself up. He laid back, legs still in the hole, but he stared at the cloudy sky, taking giant gulps of air.

"I knew you could do it, Kitten." Plagg stiffened and his hackles rose before disappearing. Guard yourself.

What do you mean?

"You were quicker than I thought." A feminine voice carried through the cemetery. He stiffened, knowing what Plagg was warning him of. "Now let us be off."

Someone grabbed him and he tried to fight them, but he was exhausted and they weren’t.

Next

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[starwarsmum]

Day 5 of the Maribat BioFam Sept prompts! Trust Fund

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A short fluffy one today ❤️

“You know, now that we've done the DNA test, we should talk about how to split up the Drake inheritance,” Tim said casually, sipping the coffee he had freshly brewed for them. When Marinette gave him a questioning look, he launched into a brief discussion about Drake Industries. “So, yeah, since you're one of us, you should be getting half of the inheritance.”

“Oh, oh no no no, that's all yours,” Marinette said, waving her hands frantically. When he looked put-out, she started to splutter and squeak. “It's just that, Maman and Papa are the only parents I've ever known, it seems greedy to just show up and take half of an inheritance from you, who was their actual kid.”

“Nettie, it's fine,” Tim reassured her, taking another sip of coffee. “I have more money than I know what to do with, especially as I have a trust fund from Bruce after he adopted me. Splitting the inheritance with you would make me feel better about not being there for you our whole lives.”

“Tim, that's really not your fault,” Marinette complained, burying her head into her arms. She looked up with a glare when he laughed, which only made him laugh harder. She grumbled something unintelligible before sliding off of the stool to grab her own mug of coffee.

“Good morning, Drake, Marinette.” Time groaned internally when he heard Damian’s voice behind him, wishing it was anyone else. Marinette had been visiting for two weeks by this point and Tim felt like Damian had spent more time with her than he had. “Marinette, did you still wish to see the manor’s gallery today, or was there something else?”

“Morning, Dami,” Marinette chirped, pouring another cup of coffee alongside her own. “I don't really mind, but I did promise Tim that we could go skateboarding today, and he said we were doing that after lunch. So whatever we do has to finish at lunchtime.”

“I did not know you were interested in skateboarding,” he replied, hovering close to Marinette as he accepted his cup of coffee. Tim was very much beginning to feel like a third wheel and coughed loudly to remind them that he was still there. Damian ignored him. “We shall do the gallery today then, as it ensures we shall not be late.”

“Thanks, Dami! So, where are you teaching me the basics of skateboarding this afternoon, Tim?” She turned back to him, cheeks lightly flushed as Damian didn't step away from her. Tim fought to keep the grimace of his face while she was looking at him.

“Bruce built a skate ramp and half-pipe on the grounds, so I thought we could head there,” he said, smiling when her eyes went wide. He waited for a beat before turning to Damian and deciding to try and be civil. “If you want…to join us, you're welcome to.”

“I shall give it a miss this time, thank you,” Damian replied stiffly, though there was an undercurrent of surprise in his tone. He then turned to Marinette and offered her his arm so they could walk to the gallery. Tim might not like the attention Damian was showing to Marinette, but he couldn't deny that it was doing a lot of good for Damian to spend time with her.

_ _ _

Looking through the gallery with Damian was a dreamlike experience. She loved how thorough he was in pointing out the different pieces, the techniques used, and his own personal thoughts on them. So when he offered to show her his works, she jumped at the chance. Which is how she found herself in his workshop, gazing at a piece he had created of her.

“It is not as true a likeness as I would like,” Damian said, and Marinette could hear a note of anxiety in his voice. She touched the canvas reverently, speechless. He had captured her in a creative snit, head bent over her sketchbook and her eyes focused. 

“You're right, you've made me look pretty,” she whispered. She was pretty sure she had stopped breathing. How had he made it look like her and yet she knew she didn't look this beautiful. She turned to look at him when he huffed in annoyance.

“Tt, so you see the issue - I was unable to capture how beautiful you truly are, downgrading it to ‘pretty’. Pretty is a wholly inadequate word to describe you,” he said disgustedly. And now he had stopped her heart dead in her chest. She felt heat rush to her face as he looked at her, his fingers brushing her flaming cheeks. “Precisely like that, I do not know how I could accurately paint how transcendent you look when you blush.”

If she could have made a noise, she's pretty sure she would have whimpered. She could only stare up at him, eyes wide as he moved closer. They were almost nose to nose and she could feel his breath fan across her face. It smelled like the coffee they had drunk that morning.

“I would like to kiss you, Marinette,” he murmured and suddenly she realised that her heart hadn't stopped, because it was beating so loudly she was sure it would leap out of her chest. Somehow, she managed to move enough to make her lips meet his.

It was wonderful but over much too soon. Clearly Tikki's luck was rubbing off on her because how else had she managed to catch the eye of the greatest guy she had ever met? He was sweet, sarcastic, funny but serious and his straightforwardness meant that she never had to guess his meaning.

“Unfortunately, we must head down for lunch,” Damian said at last, sighing into her hair. Marinette pulled back slightly and gave a mischievous giggle as she looked him in the eye.

“Oh, I think we can be a few minutes late.”

[official-timari-server]

Hello gays, baes, and theys!

Above is a poll because The Timari server will be hosting a prompt calendar!

We’d like to survey what month would work best for the majority of the fandom so this poll will be both on our server and here.

Please take a minute to vote if you can spare it!

Our goal is to make the Timari calendar at a time that works for most, accessible to all, findable in the server and tumblr, hosted in an interesting and new way with prompts geared towards Timari lovers interests!

Hope to see your participation!

X Timari Staff

[maribat-calendar-events]

Maribat Discord Servers

Hi everyone!

Maribat Fandom Discords can sometimes be hard to find - so we've made a list for you of general and ship specific discords! Come join us for some chaos.

General:

MLBxDC (Maribat)

Maribat After Dark (Adult Only/NSFW)

Maribat Server - send an ask on Tumblr to join

Maribat? Get In!

Miraculous Swiftibat (Maribat Taylor Swift)

Ship Specific:

Java Junkies (Timari)

Dickinette Appreciation

Maribat Rare Pairs

Jasonette

(Got a server that you want us to include on the list that we missed? Let us know and we can add it! All links posted with server permission prior to adding.)

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Calendar drawn and made by @the-coffee-fandom inspired and encouraged by the wonderful @boldlyanxious

Welcome to the first Hanahaki calendar event! Hosted in the month known for its showers bringing flowers; May!

A week dedicated to a popular troupe, Hanahaki Disease, which came along in 2008, August 9th. It is a fictional disease in which a character coughs flowers which grow inside them from unrequited love.

How you use the prompts is up to your own creative interpretation! You can use the quotes, flowers, word, or all of them! Do one day, the entire week, do a poem, a masterful piece of art, drabbles and incorrect quotes, or even just a quick doodle. Have fun with it!

Need inspiration? Don’t feel like researching flowers? Flower symbolism has been premade! Just click here to view!

While created with the Maribat fandom in mind, any fandom may use it. But I do hope to see some of my Maribat fans!

Tags for Tumblr:

#Hanahaki Hours 2023 #Hanahaki Hours

Tags for Ao3:

Hanahaki Hours 2023 Hanahaki Hours

Ao3 Collection:

https://archiveofourown.org/collections/HH2023

Tag @the-coffee-fandom and reblog for others to see too! I will reblog any I’m tagged in as well.

Please feel free to reach out to @the-coffee-fandom however you’d like if you have any questions! Especially if you need more information on flowers.

Written out prompts below the cut!

May 7:

Quote: “Everything is temporary, this was merely one of those things.”

Flower: Hyacinth

Word: Wither

May 8:

Quote: “I never thought I’d be the one to hurt you.”

Flower: Butterfly Weed

Word: Acceptance

May 9:

Quote: “Why do you hate me?”

Flower: Lily

Word: Dose

May 10:

Quote: “You know I’m always right here for you, right?”

Flower: Cyclamen

Word: Excuse

May 11:

Quote: “They don’t love me, they’re not that stupid.”

Flower: Lily of the Valley

Word: Term

May 12:

Quote: “I don’t care if you don’t want my help, I’ll do it anyway.”

Flower: Rhododendron

Word: Courage

May 13:

Quote: “Lie to me then.”

Flower: Rose

Word: Cover

Substitutes:

Quote 1: “I’m not going to cry, it isn’t worth crying over.”

Quote 2: “How much of that did you hear?”

Flower 1: Petunia

Flower 2: Begonia

Word 1: Smoke

Word 2: Clear

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

Lollipops

Timari January Day 1: Lollipop

By @maribat-calendar-events

Listen, when Marinette Dupain-Cheng opened up a clinic, she had been expecting a lot of things.

Children, since she was officially in pediatric care. You know, the branch devoted to treating children.

Eventually, she expanded to consider her patients might include henchmen, as well. And she had been mentally prepared, perhaps, to possibly meet their bosses, if they wanted to thank her for their services in person, though she had doubted this.

She had not, however, been expecting to look a vigilante dead in the eyes (domino mask, it didn’t matter)... or, at least, not like this. She had been expecting to get approximately one glimpse of their usual suits and then have a fist obscure most of her vision. Not to see him hunched over in one of her chairs, hugging the knife buried in his side.

“... hi,” she said, glancing behind herself at the Scarecrow goon she had been about to lead out the door. “I can get to you in a minute.”

The vigilante didn’t say ‘okay’, but he didn’t say ‘no’, either. From what she had been told, this wasn’t uncommon. Introverts, the lot of them.

She quietly closed the door and pointed the goon towards the exit, and waited a few minutes with her ear against the door to make sure he hadn’t gotten immediately jumped by a second, secret vigilante. Once she was reasonably sure that the henchman had gotten away to safety, she went back to the vigilante who was, apparently, in her care.

He was… still in that chair. Stab wounds will do that to you, she supposed.

She hesitated as she eyed him up and down.

This was Red Robin, she was pretty sure, though he could have been Robin or Red Hood or really just any other male vigilante in Gotham… they all looked the same. She wasn’t going to say it aloud, though, she didn’t want to risk being wrong. Embarrassing.

Also, she was pretty sure she was on thin ice right now. Getting his name wrong might just screw her over.

Thankfully, he was aware of her presence immediately, and she didn’t have to call his name to get his attention.

She sent him a slightly nervous smile. “You do know this is pediatric care, don’t you? I was trained to treat children.”

“The guy before me wasn’t a child.”

“He has a kid,” she said. Technically, this was true.

“Was the kid here?”

“I plead the fifth. And the fourth. And any other applicable laws that might help me right now.”

He snorted. “I’m not a cop.”

“You still get people arrested, I’m not going to risk it.”

He lifted his hands in a kind of ‘I surrender’ gesture, only to wince. He quickly went back to applying pressure to his wound, which was probably for the best.

Marinette shook her head to herself, sighing. “I’ll bring my equipment over here. I’d rather not have to carry you.”

“I can still walk,” he said.

He moved as if to stand. She grabbed him by the shoulder and pushed him back down, giving him a cold look.

“Don’t do that. Christ.”

He groaned and slumped back in his chair, pouting like the child that she was supposed to actually be getting. How had her life come to this?

You say ‘ohmygod why are you bleeding on my doorstep oh my FUCKING GET INSIDE’ to a henchman one time and suddenly it just becomes your thing.

She sighed internally as she went about collecting her things and then sighed externally when her eyes flicked to the security footage. She had put a camera next to the door a while back, when she had first started taking henchmen. She didn’t use it often, she really just had it to make people at least hesitate before trying to steal things.

Anyways, the point is, Red Robin was not in the chair she had left him in.

She made sure her next footstep was audible, before feigning a pause to make sure she had everything she needed.

By the time she stepped out, he was back in his chair, looking for all the world as if he had never left.

Marinette hated life.

She was quick in stitching him up. Perhaps quicker than was strictly medically advisable, but whatever. This wasn’t meant to be permanent or anything, this was just to last him until Batman could, like, magically fix it. Or whatever that cryptid of a man did. Marinette, frankly, preferred not knowing.

She pulled back, wiping bloody hands on the towel around her neck.

“Normally, I’d say to take things easy for the next few weeks, minimum, but considering…” she shrugged. “I dunno. Just try not to pop those.”

He tilted his head to the side consideringly for just a moment.

And then he laughed. “No promises.”

“It was worth a shot.”

He jumped to his feet, and she cringed just slightly. But it wasn’t like she could stop him if that was what he wanted to do. She could only mumble a few curses under her breath and move to leave so she could close up shop.

Red Robin lingered for just a few seconds longer than she expected him to.

Marinette narrowed her eyes at him briefly. She figured it was probably best to just ask him outright whether or not he needed to go through some files. He was going to do it regardless of her wishes, and she liked pretending to have free will.

“So, is my clinic up to par with your standards?”

Red Robin didn’t bother denying that he had had ulterior motives for visiting.

Instead, he held up a candy he had grabbed from the jar on her desk.

“For sure. You guys have lollipops.”

[maribat-menagerie]

Adribat October '24

Welcome Bugbats to the first October dedicated to Adribat!

Adribat is the part of the larger Maribat fandom that is dedicated to Adrien and allowing him to have a spotlight versus waiting in the wings.

Every weekday has been given a theme as well so if you would like an added challenge or guide those are there for you.

As most members of the fandom know, Maribat has been given March as a month for celebration. What better way to celebrate her partner then to give him the 3rd to last month as his own? You could say it mirrors them purrfectly.

Based on feedback from members of our server, the prompts from above have also been shuffled around in a new form. Bingo Boards!

There is both a 5x5 and 3x3 so creators can choose which they would like to do. As a special, the 3x3 has 3 extra prompts not seen on the calendar.

Lastly, here are some little things to potentially add if you use any of these Adribat Inspirations.

Tag: #AdribatOctober, #Adribat, #Maribat, #MaribatHalloween

Share: Feel free to reblog, reply, and send out these to whoever may enjoy using them. Also, tag the Menagerie here so your creations can be properly appreciated.

Put: Include the link to this post in your own creations so others can discover it then the cycle of discovery can happen. Also feel free to include the discord link.

Happy Creating!