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Robinhood 5

Part 4

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He didn’t slow the pace even though he knew he was hurt and she was probably very uncomfortable. He would have to stop soon though. The horse needed rest and water. He would prefer to push on but the pace plus the weight of another person would endanger the animal. He was sure they were not being followed anymore. Marinette kept trying to talk, but the angle she was at had made that impossible. He had removed his hand from her mouth after they got some distance but it was clear she had no idea it was him who had her. She would probably still be struggling but he had effectively made that impossible by having her laid over the front of the saddle and keeping a grueling pace.

He slowed the horse down and stopped next to a stream. The water was rushing past but not fast enough to be dangerous. He jumped down and then pulled Marinette down after him. She pulled back violently away from his grip. He hadn’t been holding her tight so she gathered momentum and nearly tumbled into the stream. He reached out and caught her arm. She managed to keep her feet under her and he tugged her back to safety. She had pivoted away from the water and then crashed into him. He held her up by sliding an arm around her back until she could regain her equilibrium.

When she looked back up at him, he was fairly certain that was the moment when she realized she was back in his custody. She actually looked relieved and relaxed a bit. She stopped trying to get away and looked around as she stepped away from him. She didn’t react badly until she looked down at her hand and realized that there was blood.

“That’s blood. Why is there blood?”

She glanced down at herself briefly but quickly looked to him as the source instead. He nearly laughed at her reaction to seeing the arrow sticking out of his side. Unfortunately holding it back made the pain he had been ignoring worse. But he didn’t think it was too bad. He had definitely had worse on his travels. It had all been to draw out his family at a certain time and it had worked. They had left to come help him and because of that, they had been blamed for the deaths of The Dupain Cheng’s and Emelie Agreste. The more he had learned since coming back made him believe that Gabriel Agreste had planned the whole thing. Jason didn’t think that his wife was supposed to die. She had just gotten caught up in the plan.

He turned to look at the arrow. It was on his side but it seemed to have hit mostly skin. The leather along his back had kept it from hitting too deep but it still would need to be carefully removed. He didn’t want to worry Marinette or make her think she would have a shot at running away. He reached back to pull it out if it would come but she moved forward to stop him.

“It’s just a flesh wound,” he said. “I’ve had worse.”

“I’ve seen worse. But even if it isn’t bad, pulling it out like that is going to make it worse.”

He released it and she moved closer to inspect the wound. He was surprised that she seemed concerned. He sucked in a breath when she used her finger to probe around the entry point. Her other hand brushed against the skin while lifting his shirt to get access.

“You won’t distract me by trying to remove my shirt. You are far too easy to lose track of for me to let you pull one over on me.”

“I’m not running from you.” she looked down and when she met his eyes again she looked contrite. He had never seen her like this. “I don’t have anywhere else to go. There is no one else I can trust.”

“So you decided to trust me?” She turned away from his searching gaze but he reached for her face and turned her back to him. “A horrible decision, really.”

He pulled back again and turned to the stream. If nothing else, he could try to clean the wound. Taking his shirt off would make that easier but he didn’t want to scare her.

“I can help you with the arrow. I have my needle and thread and some scissors if it won’t come right out.”

“I’m supposed to believe a high born lady can deal with the blood and arrow? You can dig it out and sew me closed.”

“I have seen it done. The doctors tried with Emelie. It was horrific to watch. But this isn’t as bad. It will get worse if it's untreated.”

He turned and stared her down. She stiffened her back while she met his gaze. She definitely had spirit. She refused to be intimidated by him. He reached back and tore the bottom of his shirt so it wouldn’t catch on the arrow. His eyes never left hers as he pulled the shirt up over his head. Her eyes looked down at the movement but he continued watching her face as it colored in response to his exposed skin. It quickly went from the embarrassed blush to shock as she took in the scars across his chest. She didn’t seem to be able to stop herself from reaching out but she did stop herself before she touched him.

Instead she looked back at him. Her mouth had fallen open when his past injuries were revealed. She closed it quickly and schooled her features to focus on the job at hand. He wouldn’t be able to see her reaction to the ones on his back. They were far more pronounced than the few he had across his chest and arms.

“I’ll start a fire,” he said.

“That will be useful. Do you have anything to boil water in?”

He pointed at the bag on his saddle. She moved to fill a pot and he went to find some wood. He listened closely and she didn’t run. He could hear her singing to herself as she worked.

—

Marinette was nervous about this. She was good at sewing. Very good. She loved doing it. But to do it for skin that was bleeding worried her a lot. There was a lot that could go wrong. But it was clear that Jason needed to have his wound taken care of. He had only been wounded in his attempt to help her. Waiting and traveling further with it still in there would just cause more damage. She took a deep breath as he got the fire going. She could do this.

It took a few minutes to get the fire hot enough and the water to boil. While they waited, he pulled food out of his bag and offered her some and they both got comfortable. She used the water to clean her tools and got some cloth ready to clean and cover the wound. Looking back over at Jason, he didn’t say anything. He acted like he did this all the time. He turned his back towards her and laid on his side so she could easily reach the wound. When she saw his back she realized he may actually do this all the time. The scars on the front were noticeable but his back was far worse.

She bit her lip to keep from reacting to it. She pressed her hand against his side so she could decide how to best do this and heard him suck in a breath. She wasn’t very near the wound so she guessed he must be in a lot of pain. It would probably be best for her to move quickly. She took a deep breath before reaching for the knife she had cleaned.

“Do you want me to tell you what I am doing or just do it?”

“Just do it. It will be better if I don’t expect it.”

He bit down on a piece of leather as she worked on widening the wound to where the arrow head would be removed. He barely flinched at the blade but when she had to feel what direction she needed to move it, he jumped and knocked her away.

“I’m sorry. I have to make sure I get it out as straight as possible. Twisting it would be worse for healing.”

“It isn’t your fault. I reacted. I will do what I can to not react but it may work better if you hold me down.”

She nodded but she did not feel confident. He was much stronger than her. She didn’t think she would be capable of holding him down. But he seemed to think it would help so she put her leg on the other side of him and sat on his thigh. He made another pained groan and she resolved to do this quickly. She did her best to shut him out. As gently as she could, she checked the angle of the arrow and gripped the arrow. Taking care not to push on it, she prepared a cloth to cover the wound and pulled it out while covering it after.

His groan was worse this time. His whole body clenched under her. She waited until he had regained control before she began stitching the skin together. She ignored all of his reactions, focusing on the work. Unless he stopped her, she would just work as quickly as she could to keep from dragging out the pain. With that method, she finished in only a few minutes and set to work covering it so it would be less likely to become infected.

She had to wrap it by winding cloth around his midsection. He lifted himself as she wound it but it was difficult to reach. She had to reach around, nearly hugging him causing her face to brush against his bare chest. He was straining with the effort but she was nearly done when he said, “Enough!” Instead of pushing, she used what was left to tie it off. Shifting her weight, she moved off him so he could rest. But he rolled over nearly on top of her, gripping onto her forearm. His breathing was heavy but she didn’t know what to do about that except wait.

She held still, waiting for him to regain himself. It was several minutes and finally his breathing was evening out. The grip on her arm loosened and he opened his eyes. He watched her for a moment without moving. Slowly, he shifted himself and reached out, pushing her hair away from her face. Suddenly she was the one who felt like she couldn’t breathe. The feeling came out of nowhere. She had been fine while he had been struggling. When his hand fell away, she got up and went to the stream to get a cool cloth and some water. They would probably be leaving soon and he would need to be ready.

—

The journey should be over by nightfall but it was taking much longer than he had expected. Maybe he should have waited to have the arrow out. The stitches seemed to be holding but the process had made the pain worse. He was just happy that he wasn’t having to chase Marinette down to bring her back. He wondered about what had happened to make her run to them rather than away. She said she had no one else to trust which made it sound like she had trusted someone who proved to be against her.

It didn’t make sense. It was all too much just to stop her from helping as Ladybug. She was working alone and could easily be controlled by blocking her from helping. There was something else going on. Some other plan that he couldn’t see. It all felt deeper than whatever was shown on the surface. He would need to get her to talk about it soon. Chances were that it would affect all of them. He would need to know who else was involved. He had already had enough of trusting the wrong people and it had cost him a lot. He preferred not to do it again.

There was a lot of fanfare when they arrived back at the camp. Jason had to rush off immediately for concerns about the upsurge in the movement of Gabriel’s men. They were everywhere and becoming harder to track. He wasn’t really sure what to do, he didn’t know where all the men were coming from. They had to have been hired but there was no way Agreste had enough money to hire that many after all that had been recovered. It was as if nothing they had done so far had been any help in stopping him. A scouting group brought back refugees from one of the towns nearby and they were expecting that more would come.

There were a lot of tasks to do to help settle them in and make sure everyone would have what they needed. He found himself looking around for Marinette frequently but every time he found her she was busy helping someone. She didn’t even notice him because she was so busy. He had worried that his people would be frustrated that she had run before but they flocked to her, eager to make sure she had what she needed or thank her for deeds of the past. Wherever she went, smiles were left. It took him a moment to realize that he was frozen in place, smiling while watching her.

—

Marinette felt at peace. It wasn’t the same as the last time she was with them. She didn’t fear them and she wasn’t trying to run away. There was still hard work but it felt like she was helping build something worthwhile. She could really find happiness here. She looked over at Jason. He was working with the others to build some more sturdy structures for the new people who had arrived just before them. She tried not to stare but her mind inserted the image of him shirtless. Perhaps she should check on his wound to make sure it was healing well. He had been doing quite a bit of work and it would be rough to have the stitches tear.

Chances are that it had healed fairly well over the last week and that if it hadn’t one of the others would have found a way to help him. She wasn’t a surgeon so she didn’t have any information on how to help him if it wasn’t healing. She didn’t even know why she was fixating on it except he had helped her escape and for that she would always be grateful. At some point, she would need to get back to her estate. She would need to guard it from Lord Gabriel’s plans. All signs pointed to him wanting to take over as he had with the Wayne Estate when they had left. She couldn’t let that happen.

The opportunity to talk to Jason arrived that afternoon. She was with a few of the others, gathering herbs and plants. With the influx of movement from Lord Gabriel, they would have a few armed men out with the women locating the plants that they needed. Today, Jason was one of those men. She enjoyed this task the most. It was much like her daily strolls in the garden but she had a specific purpose when she was walking. Her other regular tasks had been ones she enjoyed more or was better at. She would help with the clothing repair or baking bread because those are things she was skilled at. She still had turns with laundry and preparing the meals but it was nothing like it had been on her first night with them.

She moved towards Jason as she continued gathering the plants that were useful. He looked over as she got near but he didn’t say anything to her. He looked back out, checking for the slightest hint of danger. He didn’t appear to be on alert as if he had seen anything so she assumed that it was fairly safe right now.

“I do hope your injury is healing,” she said as she continued to gather near him. “I imagine that it is near time to remove the stitches if you have not done so already.”

He lifted his tunic to show it to her.

“It did as well as could be expected. There has been no infection and the stitches are still holding.”

“They could be removed fairly quickly if you wanted. I have the scissors on me.”

He nodded and she pulled out her small sewing scissors. He sucked in a breath as she put her hand next to the nearly healed wound. She bit her lip. She hadn’t expected it to still be so tender. Following the same method as before, she didn’t tell him what she was doing ahead of time. She just clipped each of the stitches quickly and then pulled them out one by one. She pressed her other hand flat against his side as she worked, trying not to think about how his muscles felt. They clenched under her touch as she pulled the stitches out. She hoped the tenderness would not last long. It should feel better by now.

He didn’t look at her as he covered it back up. He shifted in his spot to look around for any danger. She gathered up her basket of findings of the day and started to move closer to the others but she turned back.

“I am worried about my estate. There are papers there that grant me the rights to run it but I fear what will happen if they are found by the wrong people.”

“I can have the scouts find out whether or not it would be safe. Is this something we can send someone to find?”

“It would be easier to do it on my own. I’ve used my parents’ hiding spot as I started to become suspicious of those around me.”

He nodded in agreement, “We will find a way. I believe you may be right about his purpose.”

“He has never harmed me but he sought to control me. I could have easily stayed safe if I had just followed his guidance but my safety would have come at the cost of everyone else’s. I could not live that way.”

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Bound, Part 9

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It’s funny, in a morbid sort of way, how fast life can go wrong.

A matter of minutes completely ruined him.

And he didn’t even have the warning he usually did. Sure, his phone had chimed about a half-hour prior to warn him that an akuma had been spotted. Bruce had given him that Look he always did when Tim ‘forgot’ to turn his ringer off of silent while they were on patrol, and he gave a falsely sheepish smile as he pulled his phone from a hidden pocket and quickly turned it off.

But he hadn’t known that Ladybug had found the akuma, much less that she had started fighting it.

Usually, there was a quiet buildup of anxiety and fear and tension that gave him a sort of warning. A passing blow that would tell him to brace himself.

But no. He was just lucky that he had been on a rooftop at the time, trailing just behind Bruce as the pair of them grappled from place to place in search of crime to stop, because if he hadn’t then he wouldn’t have been able to stop himself from falling three stories.

Not that he would have realized that he had done so until long after the fact.

The pain was blinding. Thorough training kept him from crying out, but he still found himself on his hands and knees, tears pressing against the inside of his mask in a desperate attempt to escape. He could vaguely recognize a voice, someone he knew was trying to speak to him, but it was impossible to make anything out over the ringing in his ears. It was pain unlike anything he had ever felt before, even worse than that night at the dinner table where he had thought his veins had been filled with liquid magma, because now it was centralized. It had chosen a spot to eat away at, instead of evenly distributing it, and he was forced to deal with the fact that he felt as if someone had just stabbed him in the face with a hot knife and then started twisting. He curled his fingers into his skin, gloves scrabbling against his cheek as if he could physically drag the pain away from himself, trying to tear it out from the source.

And then it was over. He slumped against the concrete, scratching up his chin in the process but that was nothing compared to what he had just endured.

“Robin?” A gravelly voice started carefully.

He tried to blink the water from his eyes so he could see who was leaning over him – not that it mattered, friend or foe, it wasn’t like he would be able to do much to get himself out of the situation if someone wanted to fight him – but quickly gave up on that. He, instead, focused on who in his life might have sounded like that. He mulled over the tone a couple of times in his head.

“Robin,” the person said, more insistent this time.

His breath caught in his throat.

It was with mounting horror that he realized who was leaning over him. Because if Bruce saw him here, could see the remaining scars of whatever stupid magic thing had accosted his soulmate – because Tim, out of some twisted sense of nostalgia, hadn’t been able to convince himself to opt for something that wasn’t the classic domino mask to hide his identity – then that meant…

“Do you have something to tell me?”

Tim breathed a shaky sigh. “Can’t we do this when I feel better?” He tried, weakly. He still couldn’t bring himself to sit up, his body felt dead (maybe his soulmate had actually died again… with an injury like that he wouldn’t be surprised) and all of the anxious energy he had expected to have in this inevitable moment didn’t come to be. He wanted to go back to Wayne Manor and curl up by the fire and drink Alfred’s hot cocoa and listen to Dick’s stupid puns and tease Bruce for being socially awkward and…

He wanted to experience all that one last time.

He wanted to have a home, if only for just one more day.

A careful finger poked his cheek and Tim hissed, his hands curling against the concrete roof.

The finger dragged along his cheek before it was pulled back so Bruce could inspect it. His lips pressed into a thin line when he found nothing had rubbed off. The inky, crackling blackness that had opted to wind its way over the side of Tim’s face was underneath the skin.

“You have a soulmate,” Bruce said. It wasn’t a question.

It was quiet. Tim wondered if he could get away without ever having to confirm it. The silence was damning in itself, surely, so Bruce should have known. But the man had always been one to aim for straightforward answers and confessions whenever possible, and Bruce was patient in a way that Tim couldn’t bring himself to be after the ordeal that still sent aftershocks rippling under his skin.

“Yes,” he said. “I do.”

Bruce was quiet again. Maybe he wanted an explanation. Maybe he was just gathering his thoughts.

Tim used the moment to force himself up into a slightly more dignified sitting position, even if he still opted to hunch in on himself with his cape pulled tight around him.

“You’re putting someone else in danger,” Bruce accused.

“She does it too,” he mumbled, but it wasn’t an argument that Bruce would listen to or care about. “Hence the…” He waved vaguely to whatever it was that had marred his face.

Bruce didn’t seem moved. “Did you ever get her verbal consent?”

Tim couldn’t say a word. He’d been given ‘Permission’ when Ladybug had gone out on the streets and started getting injured in ways that Tim couldn’t even dream of replicating, but that was after Tim had become Robin, so the argument wouldn’t hold up. Hell, Bruce would probably argue that she had become Ladybug as revenge, so she could even the playing field bond-wise, so that would be considered his fault too.

He gritted his teeth. “No. We’ve never talked.”

Bruce gave a shaky exhale. “You lied to me for months. Endangered not only your own life, but someone else’s – someone who never even consented to it – and both of you are children.”

“You needed a Robin,” Tim said, glowering at him.

“No amount of me needing a Robin should have justified this in my mind, especially not for as long as it did,” sighed Bruce, pinching the bridge of his nose. “But I’ll make up for it now: Tim, go home.”

And Tim wanted to tell him that this was the closest he had ever gotten to a home.

But it wasn’t like Tim had ever really learned how to argue with those he loved. He was never listened to whenever he tried to defend himself. And he had been expecting something like this for years now, had always known that the family provided by the Bats was temporary, had always kept his soulmate quiet because he knew he wouldn’t be allowed to continue the moment he was found out.

So, really, it shouldn’t have been a surprise to anyone when he pressed his lips into a thin line and turned away, heading back towards the place he had grown up.

~

Marinette wasn’t quite sure while the pain had stopped, but she wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. She didn’t know when it would come back, being productive while she could was the key.

And, yes, she found herself suddenly unable to get out of bed in the morning for reasons that she was almost completely sure weren’t due to her, but she was a being of pure spite at this point, especially when her soulmate was involved, and she was going to finish this or so help her god she was going to march over to her soulmate and deck them.

Actually, she thought as she forced herself to roll onto the floor. It was always the hardest part, forcing herself to move that first bit and get out of the safety of her bed when all she wanted was to burrow and hide until she withered away into nothing. Maybe I should do that anyway. Not like it’ll be hard to find them with this stupid string following me around.

The thought pulled a wry smile to her lips, however shortly. Her facial muscles pulled strangely. When was the last time she smiled outside of when she talked to victims?

A minute chill ran through her at the thought. She quickly moved on, pushing herself up and towards the dresser.

And she went about her day. She had started helping Chat on patrols now that she was physically able to do so without (too much) worrying about whether her soulmate was going to suddenly get stabbed.

Now, patrols weren’t exactly necessary, not really. Their phones would notify them the moment an akuma appeared regardless of whether they stepped outside, but they weren’t actually looking for akumas. No, they were looking for the butterflies that came just before.

As they started to narrow in on a location, she noticed Chat getting antsier and antsier. If she was even marginally more paranoid, she might have thought he was a traitor, but the rational part of her brain still worked sometimes. She had died before, and if he really was a traitor she wouldn’t have been brought back, much less given her her miraculous back when he had.

That didn’t change the fact that she knew he was keeping something from her, and that it was putting her on edge. He had never bothered with secrets before, exempting their secret identities, so whatever it was was big. On par with the secret identity stuff, at least, and he had the same amount of skittishness when talking about it that he did when they talked about their personal lives.

Maybe that was it. Maybe he lived somewhere nearby and didn’t like the fact that Hawkmoth was so close.

She never got to find out, though.

Because they traced Hawkmoth to the Agreste household (she was pretty sure they were models or something, she had seen Adrien Agreste’s billboards all over town). Apparently, the place had a secret basement that Gabriel Agreste used to farm his butterflies and generally act evil in. It even had a coffin, complete with the man’s wife laying prone inside.

Marinette tried to make a joke about how the place was a stereotypical evil lair, but Chat had seemed… absent.

Not so absent that he couldn’t fight. Hawkmoth, for some dumb reason, clearly hadn’t expected them to find him, and he hadn’t been prepared. In the end, the fight only took about ten minutes. A large amount of the akumas were harder to fight, and she thought it felt strangely anticlimactic. Of course, it was better this way, but…

She sighed, leaning against a railing, twirling the brooch in her hands. It looked so simple, and yet it had caused more destruction than most of the supervillains she could name. It was relieving to find it in good hands – her hands – once and for all. When the kwamis were done getting their revenge, she would hand it off to them, and they would be officially free to do whatever they wanted.

She was exhausted, and the completeness of the situation had done nothing to help with that. She knew she should be happy, or, at the very least, relieved, and yet she couldn’t bring herself to even pretend to smile.

She cast her eyes over the edge of the railing, to the abyss below. She couldn’t see the bottom. She wondered, idly, how far down it went. And then how much it would hurt to hit the ground – or if it would even hurt at all.

Marinette straightened and forced herself to walk to the middle of the platform.

That… was just her soulmate’s newfound depression bleeding into her, right? Like, sure, she was losing what had pretty much been her sole purpose in life for the past few years, but she shouldn’t be so upset that she was wondering about that. She liked being alive. There was no other way to be.

At least there was plenty to distract her here.

The kwamis were… not pleased with Gabriel Agreste, not in the slightest, and she grimaced when a wet crunch met her ears.

Her gaze flicked away. Both her and Chat Noir were detransformed, but she couldn’t seem to look directly at his face. Every time she did, it was like her eyes slid right off. She took in aspects of his clothes, like the fact that his outfit was expensive or that she was pretty sure she had seen it somewhere before, but only briefly before those thoughts slipped away like water spilling between her fingers.

Still, she registered that his shoulders were shaking just fine.

Maybe the kwamis’ brutality was throwing him off?

She shoved her hands in her pockets. “Uh, guys, I think he’s dead,” she piped up.

There was one more sound that reminded her a bit of tearing wet paper, and a minute shiver ran through her, but then it was over.

“He will not harm us anymore,” Tikki said, their voice strangely low in comparison to the almost ear-splitting high tones they usually spoke in.

Marinette flashed an awkward thumbs up, nodding. “So… are we done here?”

“Nope,” the new kwami (Nooroo, she was pretty sure they were called) piped up.

Her shoulders went tense. “Sorry?”

The kwami chuckled. “It’s nothing bad. I’d just like to reward you before you go. Give me a wish, and I will do my best to grant it.”

Marinette stared, blankly. A wish? How could he ask someone like her for a wish? Could she get her soulmate severed from her? But then what would that leave her with? She had never particularly been able to care for much else. Terrible as it was, the anger she felt over her soulmate and the injustices surrounding that was the only emotion she could really feel nowadays.

Chat Noir pushed himself to his feet, and even if she couldn’t really see him, she recognized the determined set of his shoulders as he closed the distance between himself and the kwamis.

“I want the entire world to forget everything about Hawkmoth and us. Including me.”

Marinette went very still. She looked at Chat Noir with wide eyes, but he didn’t look back at her. There was a set to his jaw.

The kwami pursed their lips thoughtfully. “I can’t completely make them forget, but I can remove the emotions from the equation, which should make everyone struggle to recognize it as real. Like a dream, or the mandela effect.”

“I don’t care how you do it,” Chat said, his voice shockingly cold as he shoved his ring at Plagg. “I just need it done.”

“Then it will be done,” the kwami said. It turned to Marinette, now. “And you? Would you like to forget, too?”

She slowly reached up and pulled the earrings from her ears. “No,” she said. Because, as much as it pained her to know that her friend was leaving her, and no matter how much she wanted to avoid that pain like the plague… she also recognized that it was better. For her. She had no clue why Chat felt the need to do this, but it served as a great reminder. Getting attached to people never ended well for her. They would always leave her, so why bother with the heartache? Why not just leave first?

Unless…

She eyed the earrings in her palm. She had control over Tikki, sort of, and if she wanted to she could make it so the kwami would never leave her.

And then her eyes found the lump that had once been a person.

Not worth it, she decided.

She steeled herself and looked at the kwami. “I want to continue being able to see and interact with magic.”

The kwami gave her a mildly confused look, but she pointed to the string spooled at her feet and it seemed to understand as much as an immortal, invincible being could.

“It will be done,” it said again.

She nodded and handed the earrings and brooch over.

The kwamis disappeared in a flash of light.

The pair of ex-heroes watched where they had gone for a moment, silent.

Marinette was the first to break out of the quiet stupor that they had been put into. She headed towards the elevator that would bring her back to the surface. Soon, it would be nothing but a bad dream for Chat, and a bitter memory for her. Chat didn’t snap out of it in time to get in the elevator with her, and thanks to the magic cloaking their identities she couldn’t make out the devastation on her face.

She stalked the halls of the Agreste mansion. If she couldn’t find a door then she was going out the window, just to spite a dead man.

But, disappointingly, she found her way to the door. She hated intuitive layouts. She forced her way through it, but a hand managed to catch the door before she could slam it shut behind herself.

Chat was in the door, panting slightly, looking like he had run from the elevator.

“Coccinelle, I –,” he tried.

She dodged the hand that reached for her, but threw up a lazy hand to wave behind herself as she continued back towards home.

“See you never, Chat Noir.”

~

Tim turned over in bed when his phone got a notification, squinting at the light permeating the relative darkness of the room.

He considered, for a moment, whether he should just let it be.

And then he sighed to himself and picked it up. Wondering if it was his parents. Or the bats. Bad habits die hard, he supposed.

… why did he have duolingo?

He opened the app and found that he had an over hundred day streak. His eyebrows furrowed. Why had he done that? And why was he continuing it after Batman had stopped making him learn other languages?

(Had stopped making him do anything at all, really.)

He shook his head to himself. He knew he had to have had a reason, there was no way he had just suddenly gotten a passing interest in learning French, especially since he could no longer really remember doing it… but whatever.

The streak was over a hundred days long at this point, he might as well continue, if only for the sake of having something to do. At least he didn’t have to get out of bed to do it.

~~~

Next part

@laurcad123

[marinettesaltprompts]

The Maribat deconstruction got me thinking: am I the only one who thinks Adribat is a more....plausible (??is that the word) concept than Maribat? Like, not even in a romantic sense but a familial platonic sense.

Think about it, he's :

got the tragic backstory & suffered from neglect

canonically been abused waaaaay beyond school bullies

taken for granted by adults (primarily his dad & Master Fu) and by his peers (LB)

dealing with the existential crisis of not being human if we go the sentimonster route.

Look, I get that trauma & suffering should NEVER be a competition but when you think abt it, Adrien's suffered just as much, if not more so than Mari ever did even with Chloe & Lila in the picture. You could argue that some of what she suffers in salt fics (isolation, no support system, emotional suppression, harassment) are ALSO things Adrien goes through bcz while he's a superhero like her, UNlike her, his home life sucks.

So if there's either hero the Bat Fam would empathize with more, it's him. Yes, they can hold him accountable for screw ups but if we go the Good Parent!Bruce route, he can give Adrien the physical & nuanced emotional training he needs to spot red flags & deal with them beyond passivity. The training is harsh but at least he doesn't play favourites, giving Adrien no excuse to slack off & proper motivation to mature. Plus, in the Bat Fam, everyone has clear roles & secrets aside, nobody strings anyone along, offering him a reliable structure to fall back on.

He doesn't come into the Bat Fam expecting to be in charge. Instead, the nitty-grittiness would push him to be more independent & decisive instead of impulsive.

If LB tries to call him out, he could point out how for all she claims to be the 'responsible professional hero', she REacted instead of acted & if real IDs are thrown in the mix, he can call out how she just went with the 'woe is me' route, resenting that everyone didn't jump on her call for a witch hunt when she could've communicated to them privately.

Sorry, this turned out longer & less explicitly mari salt-centric than I thought but I tried to stay objective. I hope you don't mind.

Technically everyone would have their own opinion about whether a Miraculous/Batman crossover could actually work. In my opinion however, I believe that the best bet for a good crossover would be through Adrien more than Marinette, in part because of the reasoning you gave, but also because Adrien would fit the idea of a Batfamily member more thematically than Ladybug ever could. If anything, he's like Catwoman but without the whole stealing bit.

Keep in mind that the whole Maribat AU was created with the goal of creating a salt fic (albiet with a crossover), and the OG creator even took a character that was no way romantical and turned him OOC to make their convoluted idea work, ironically in a method reminding me of the "My Immortal" Harry Potter fanfic. Regardless how it later developed, the original idea was pure salt, albiet one that took off because of everyone's hate boner for any character that wasn't Marinette, with people later trying to justify it for one reason or another. It's an idea that should have never worked in the first place outside of this context. In contrast though, Adribat would actually work because of a genuine commonality connection.

Also I don't mind talking about Adrien on this blog. In my mind, Marinette salt and Adrien sugar are the one and the same on this blog, because the salt of one character is usally sugar of the other due to how these prompts go.

Hell, my entire blog was made in opposition to the more well know Adrien Salt Blog made by another individual, which has both plenty of Adrien salt and LOTS of Marinette sugar, though I would call the latter justification for Marinette's own bad behavior as it never discusses her own issues, it just let's her go off scott free by pinning the blame all on Adrien.

In any case, I like your idea! If you or anyone else want's to share any Adribat prompts that you got, feel free to send them here!

[arty-shadow-morningstar]

Have been a while (a year) since I last thought about Maribat but I js got an inspiration.

Kinda based on this one fanart where Ladybug thinks that she is in a nitty gritty DC movie while Chat Noir thinks that he is a sailor-moon esque anime. (Not bothered enough to find it)

Imagine that you are the Justice League.

You meet these two kids that are protecting Paris.

You would expect the hero dressed in all black with the power of destruction to be the smart serious one. The broody planner. The Batman.

You would expect the hero with red and black polka dots on her costume to be the friendly comic relief type of hero (like green lantern). The good cop to the bad cop. The Superman.

But it's the complete opposite.

Ladybug is the one in charge. The one who is paranoid with contingencies plans. She is the brooding serious genius. She is Batman if Batman was a fourteen year olds with trust issues and decided to use Ladybug as his symbol instead of a bat.

Chat Noir was serious for the entire introduction and then that facade breaks the minute he started cracking puns. He is more of the PR guy to smooth over people's worry. He brings hope to Paris and reassure people that everything is going to be okay. For someone dressed as a black cat, he has a lot of golden retriever energy.

[stars-obsession-pit]

I’m not a MariBat shipper (I like the ML-DC crossover but I prefer Adrienette) but I just had a thought that’d probably work well as like a setup thing for that:

Oftentimes in this crossover—especially if the Justice League finds out about the Hawkmoth situation after it’s been going on for a while—the Parisian heroes will ask them to stay out of it for fear of a superhero getting akumatized and being too powerful to defeat.

But that’s (arguably) mostly just an issue for the heroes with preexisting powers. Unpowered heroes would still be dangerous, sure, but they’d be limited to whatever random akuma powerset they receive (which would be completely new to them) instead of having powers they’ve trained for years.

Thus, if the JL is trying to push for a compromise, they might propose sending some of the baseline-human heroes.

Which could easily mean the Gotham vigilantes.

And then maybe people would be too wary of Batman being akumatized (since he’s a full grown adult, has the most training/experience among the Bats, and his broodiness might be construed as making him more likely to qualify for akumatization) but still agree to a team-up with some of Gotham’s other vigilantes.

Thus allowing specifically just those teen heroes/vigilantes to interact and bond…

[quindread]

Constanstine starts acting sober on important missions/meetings for the JLD; he has a sanity-potion dealer

Zatanna reports this odd behavior to Batman, they interrogate him when his veins are swamped with alcohol.

C: … I-I know what yer doin’ [hiccups]

Z: We care for your well-being. You have bouts of sobriety that you seem to have control over.

B: Are you on something new?

C: M’yeah… is called a pwoz—piss—poise! Poise potion, yeah das it!

B: And who makes this “Poise” potion?

C: My dealah, my busniz. G’way! [stumbles out the door]

Z: … That went as well as expected.

Sober Constantine is actually more reasonable. Batman catches him after a meeting.

B: [observes his brushed hair and very high-quality, new trench coat] You’re sober… Congratulations?

C: Uhuh. Did you need something? I have some business elsewhere.

B: With your dealer?

C: [affronted] Wha—Who in their right bloody mind would dare call Celest that?

B: You did.

C: ….

B: Who’s Celest?

C: Oh, fuck me!

Constantine gives him an address - it’s in Milan, Lombardy (Region of Italy). He specifically instructs him to come as a civ along with Red Hood and Robin with the threat that he will erase their memories if they so much as go into detective mode.

Bruce Wayne and his two wayward children enters the teahouse and is led by the hostess to a private room. They are served with tea and light snacks that they know even Alfred would more than approve of.

A door opens - they didn’t even know it was one with the way the molding blends into each other seamlessly. And out came one of the most enchanting woman Bruce has ever seen. He’s seen his fair share of attractive females but he has never been star-struck like he should be - as if he were back to his pre-pubescent days.

M: Constantine said you’d be here.

B: [realizes that this person was Constantine’s dealer and was 100% magic] You’re his dealer?

*Jason and Damian who saw the look on their dad’s face snicker at his opening line*

M: [raises and elegant eyebrow at Bruce] And you must be his work associates?

J: Something like that, lady. I’m Jason, kid’s Damian, and the one who can’t stop staring at you is our Dad, Bruce.

*Bruce grumbles and Marinette smirks*

M: I’m Marinette. It’s a pleasure to meet you.

D: [gestures at Bruce] Pleasure is all his, Marinette.

B: [red at the ears] Their Grandfather thought them better, I swear.

M: Mhmm. I guess he didn’t teach them how to not die then?

The guys: ….

Jason gets a more potent version of the potion Constantine consumes - it’s a prescription that he has to come for every month. Damian gets a charm; ear cuffs because he does whatever her wants, a spontaneous orbital piercing is nothing. And Bruce gets Mari’s number.

(Tim also gets forwarded in his fave fashion label’s waitlist from the near thousands to the fourteenth - his first consultation coincides with Jason’s next appointment.)

AN: Some posts/fics call Mari Celestial Guardian. Idk where and when that happened - I have abandoned canon a long time ago. These are all pulled from my days in the maribat blackhole (still kinda stuck there). I basically pulled this out of my archives so they at least get the chance to see the daylight.

Addressing Brucinette: I have a whole re-written MLB plot in my archives where everything is more brutal and the miraculous aren’t actual pieces of accessories. Like there’s an initiation to the order and stuff like that. I normally don’t enjoy aging up characters in crossovers but Brucinette just works. I have a secretary AU somewhere (it’s tragic and I’m considering scrapping it if I find it). And I also have deep-rooted issues that wants me to write Good!Dad Bruce who has Mari breathing down his neck when he so much as raises his voice at his children (Muminette/Mominette is another breed scary). And those tropes where Mari sees right through Brucie? Has a second sense for the when the batkids are in/causes trouble? Love those. I WILL FIGHT FOR THIS SHIP. (Jk people are free to dislike this. I get it.)

[princess-of-the-corner]

Hello, proud non-reader of MariBat stuff here who is having MariBat thoughts from seeing too many Miraculous posts and Batman posts on my feed in quick succession! Thought I'd share.

I don't think that Bruce or the Justice League or any of the adults would be the ones to figure out that things have gone to shit in Paris and start roping the Miraculous Team into the greater superhero community. No, all those people have their areas and tend to stick to them. I think (if it's one of the Bats anyway), that it's probably Tim. Tim Drake who has connections to Paris, routinely goes off on whacky globetrotting adventures both with and without his various teammates and allies, and is a notorious little networker who sees "driven person with skill and potential" and says "how do I get this person on my payroll."

This is funny, you see, because Tim is exceptionally independent and doesn't tell people what he's up to a lot of the time simply because he hyperfixated too hard and he didn't realize that other people may want to know. This means that instead of getting adult supervision (which is what I think happens in most MariBat fics) the Miraculous Crew gets an enabler.

Like, Tim knows talent when he sees it. Even if he does resolve the Hawkmoth issue in 10 minutes---because nobody in this show is good at hiding their identity, and Tim is probably the worst thing that a paper thin secret identity could encounter. He's not going to let the magical badass teenagers just go back to living normal lives or doing their own thing. That'd be a waste of talent and opportunity. No, he's obviously going to start training them and introducing them to people and roping them into his schemes and calling in favors and now WHOOPS! All the adults suddenly have a new team of 20+ hormonal teens with way too many skills for their own good.

Yeah like!

Having read too many ml/batman crossovers, I can say that most of them were some variation of 'the class ends up in Gotham for some reason(usually a class trip) and they end up telling the Bats what's happening'.

Though I have seen one or two of 'Bruce and/or Tim ends up in Paris for Wayne Business™, sees an Akuma and goes 'the FUCK is that???'.

So yeah Tim going off on his own because some buddy in Paris mentions something, finds a dysfunctional af superhero team and goes 'well guess I gotta fix them'.

Also he wouldn't even be investigating Hawkmoth on purpose. He'd meet with Gabriel, go 'oh he's sketch as hell' and sneak around and find the whole Hawkmoth thing and just Hit him upside the head with a grappling hook and yoink the Butterfly.

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

The Hole In Me

by Genderfluid_idiot Damian will always be thought of for his past. The violent child who will never change. He cannot have redemption. Redemption will always be out of reach. Anger pulls him back, wrapping around his arms and legs, chaining him to his past. Always the heir to the demon head, the angry robin, the violent robin, the demon brat. Always his past, never his future he doesn’t have a future. Words: 7720, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Damian Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake (DCU), Duke Thomas, Stephanie Brown, Mentioned Harper Row - Character, Titus | Damian Wayne's Dog, Alfred the Cat (DCU), Minor Characters Relationships: Batfamily Members & Damian Wayne, Damian Wayne & Everyone, Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson & Damian Wayne, Jason Todd & Damian Wayne, Tim Drake & Damian Wayne, Stephanie Brown & Damian Wayne, Duke Thomas & Damian Wayne, Cassandra Cain & Damian Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth & Damian Wayne, Stephanie Brown & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson, Cassandra Cain & Tim Drake, Tim Drake & Duke Thomas, Cassandra Cain & Duke Thomas, Cassandra Cain & Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson & Duke Thomas Additional Tags: Damian Wayne-centric, Dark, Angst, Maribat Angst & Fluff April, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Damian Wayne Needs a Hug, Suicide Attempt, Suicide, Gun Violence, Guns, Gunshot Wounds, Lazarus Pit (DCU), Lazarus Pit Side Effects (DCU), Alfred Pennyworth Needs a Break, Everyone Needs A Hug, Angst with a Happy Ending, Depression, Minor Original Character(s), Metaphors, Symbolism, Not Beta Read, Near Death, Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Hurt Damian Wayne, Damian Wayne Has a Heart, Damian Wayne Feels, Damian Wayne Gets a Hug, Mental Health Issues, Batfamily Needs Therapy (DCU), Batfamily (DCU), Batfamily (DCU) Feels, Protective Batfamily (DCU), Batfamily Angst (DCU), Mentioned Harper Row, Mentioned Talia al Ghul, Sad Damian Wayne, Sad with a Happy Ending, POV Third Person, One Shot, Whump, Damian Wayne Whump via https://ift.tt/5B7JtKo

[liquid-luck-00]

Red Binding 5

Maribat March Day 5: Anarchist

Accidentally wrote day 6 for day 5 whoops

Is it more chaos or general agrivation more than anarchy, yes. Do I love it all the same, also yes.

@maribat-calendar-events @maribatserver

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"What is that!?!" Jason shouted, as a siren blared through the tunnels of the complex.

"You don’t know?" The girl, Marinette, shouted as she held her hands to her ears.

He could barely hear her but he shook his head regardless. Plagg flew up, his little paws holding his ears flat to his head.

I’ll go see what’s going on. He heard a light cheery voice in his mind. And then the little red bug kwamii disappeared. It wasn’t too long after that the Kwamii, Tikki his mind supplied, returned. The alarm started to quiet and became a constant hum.

"They found out you aren’t in your room." Her cheery voice supplied.

"Merde." Marinette cursed. "Are they going into lockdown or just high alert?"

"They are in high alert, but you need to get back without being seen."

"Okay." She got a look on her face and her attention snapped to him. "That might work."

"Mari what are you planning."

"They are looking for me, right?"

"Yes."

"But not him, right?"

"That’s the point, bluebell." Plagg huffed from on top of his head.

"Then all he has to do is get to my room and we can open a rift."

"That wasn’t the intended purpose of the spell, Marinette." Tikki scolded the girl.

"I’m sorry what are you talking about."

"A rift, is the byproduct of a spell. Items are able to traverse space and time instantly."

"So it can teleport things?"

"It acts more like a gate." Tikki supplied worry furrowing her tiny brow.

"So what’s special about it, people warp all the time."

"That isn’t the issue kid." Plagg flew forward. "It’s the fact that you will both need to pass through the celestial realm."

"It’s not impossible, right."

"Theoretically it’s not, it’s just no living being has tried before."

"But if this works we might avoid a civil conflict."

"We just don’t know the ramifications."

"Just lay it on us, what’s the worst that could happen?" Jason asked tentatively.

"That’s the thing we have no idea."

"You could walk out of this without injury, or worse your souls could be permanently erased."

"Well we have to try." Marinette squared her shoulders. "I can’t go out there without it becoming an incident. Please, Jason. I know this is a lot to ask, but please at least try."

He looked between her and the Kwamii. They looked worried , but ultimately didn’t stop her from asking. While she pleaded him to try. "Fine. Where is your room?"

"Um…" She thought for a moment before giving directions, she took a while as she recounted her steps.

"Since it seems like you are actually going to do this, you need to jump through at the same time, or else the rift could close. Understood."

"Yes." They chorused as he slipped out of his room leaving the girl, Marinette, there alone.

This doesn’t seem like you kitten. Plagg questioned as he made his way through the complex. Do you have a crush or something.

He didn’t answer, just kept walking.

You do! Plagg cackled.

It’s not like that! Jason shot back. I just don’t want to see her get hurt.

Hm. Plagg hummed, but ultimately kept quiet the rest of the way.

He was able to make it to her room without being stopped, and hopefully spotted.

Wait. Plagg popped out and floated to the door, pressing a paw to the surface. Pink light simmered before fading. She’s cautious. Go ahead.

He slipped inside and closed the door. Ready. What’s the spell?

Channel the magic about a foot in front of you, that’s where the rift will open. Repeat after me.

Okay.

དོ་མཉམ་གཏོར་བཤིག་དང་གསར་སྐྲུན་གྱི་སྟོབས་ཤུགས་ལ་བརྟེན་ནས་ང་ཚོས་ལྟ་སྲུང་瓢་འབུ་དང་བྱི་ལ་ནག་པོའི་མིའི་བར་དུ་གས་སྲུབས་ཤིག་ཕྱེས་ཡོད། དེའི་ནང་དུ་ཞུགས་པ།

(To bring balance the powers of destruction and creation, we open a rift between those who guard the ladybug and black cat. Accessium.)

The entire time he was seeing a light grow until it formed a glowing teal oval big enough to fit into. Tikki popped out of the portal. "Ready!" She chirped. "Plagg go through, On the count of three."

"On it, in two shakes of the tail." Plagg flew through.

"I hope this works, for all our sakes." Tikki sighed but he couldn’t focus on that. As she started to count. "One, two, three."

She gave him a nudge and he ran at the light.

He shut his eyes and it was cold, colder than it had any right to be but he didn’t stop. He felt something warm pass him so he opened his eyes for a second. All he saw was her bluebell eyes before they each continued in opposite directions. The second he made it back he promptly fell onto his bed. Exhaustion over taking him.

How do you feel, kid.

Like I was just pummeled by Fayez again.

Well nothing seemed to change physically, at least.

I can’t feel my face, Plagg.

I told you you need to train your magic more. He laughed at him.

Yeah well I did that.

Good job, kitten.

•••

Marinette just stepped out and watched as the rift closed slowly behind her, so she also released the magic that she was holding the other gate open.

Can you go check that Jason is okay, please Tikki?

I’ll be back. Tikki hugged her cheek. Don’t do anything reckless while I’m gone.

I make no promises.

Tikki sighed at her antics like every time before. Someone’s coming.

Mari nodded and Tikki zipped off to check on the other two.

She then realized that the wards at the door were removed, and she guesses it must have been Plagg who did so. But she feels someone approaching. So she does something.

She sat on the ground and started to meditate. But while she did that she concentrated her magic and created a veil around her to refract and reflect light. Thus making her invisible, at least while she stayed still, she closed her eyes to immerse herself in the magic. She continued to weave her spell as no one had entered her room. A bit of chatter was outside but she wasn’t focused on it. But that was when the door slammed against the wall making her jump, breaking her concentration on the spell. It started to break, the light becoming visible as it shattered, before completely disappearing.

"What were you doing?" She saw the demons head stalking towards her, his very being dripping venom and anger, so she stood up.

"At this moment wondering why you so rudely slammed the door open and are so rudely yelling at me."

She held her voice level, impassive, watching him.

"That is not what I meant, so answer."

He towered over her, glaring at her, and frankly she felt he wanted to kill her.

"Didn’t your commander give you the itinerary?" She asked, making her eyes bigger, innocent, and he took a step back.

"I believe the time would be close to 18:00 thus it would be our allotted time for our meditation."

"That doesn’t answer the question, you are only evading it." He was starting to get angry, barely contained, but they both know the implication if either were to strike.

"I was practicing light manipulation today as my meditation exercise. That is why you couldn’t see me when you first barged in."

He narrowed his eyes, calculating his next words carefully. "And what of your door?"

So there was something on the door, that probably made them realize.

"What do you mean by that?" She didn’t want to give him any information that could lead to her suspicion.

"Why was it open?" He was annoyed that he seemed to have to spell it out.

"I must not have closed it, when I handed in the itinerary." She was just rolling with it at this point.

"After all no one actually entered my quarters, or else we wouldn’t be having this call conversation, correct?" She knows no one did, if Plagg really was the one to break through her wards.

"Do not do this again." He growled, restraining himself greatly.

"I’m sorry but I meditate twice daily. So I will unfortunately not be able to abide by that particular wish."

"The man turned on his heel, his cape billowing behind him, but that didn’t hide the fact that he left with his tail between his legs."

He might have years on her, but she has the knowledge to back her claims. That and she has a newfound reason to spite the man. Everyone left the hall and her room. She closed the door and immediately put back her wards.

"That was rash, Mari." Tikki scolded her.

"But it worked didn’t it."

"You were playing with fire. The only reason he was so lenient was because the Pits of Lazarus are in such deplorable condition."

"You need to be more cautious, this recklessness will be your undoing."

"I’m sorry I worried you Tikki." The kwamii sat back on one of the pillows piled on the bed. "I’ll try and be better at it."

Tikki smiled and she knows she has to put in effort, but she really does need to think this all through. Mari climbed into the bed exhausted, next to Tikki.

Both of them are fine, and it seems you are too.

That’s good. Mari closed her eyes drifting easily to sleep.

Next

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[melonsinthesky]

Here goes nothing, so here are some friends and more family of Damian (Jon's not his only friend)✨️

In case you ever want to read the comics I included some spoilers ig and pictures too!

Maya Ducard (aka Nobody)

So, Damian killed her father. Yikes. He is eventually forgiven in the comic series, Robin: Son of Batman. Which features one of the few depictions of brown Damian

She's his big sister (Damian being 10 y.o. in R:SoB and Maya 14 y.o.)

She was the first person of his siblings that he called by their name.

She helps Damian with undercover missions (as seen in Supersons), is a proficient fighter, also an ex-assassin, and the voice of reason.

Maya is black-latina.

Maya hasn't appeared in the recent timeline, last she was seen with Kathy (aka Beacon) in their own base.

If I'm not mistaken there's one maribat fic that's got her

She's family 💖

Suren Darga

Like Damian, they both are initially interested into following their father's footsteps.

The Darga and the al Ghuls are rivals. But DC hasn't mentioned again since R:SoB

He's arab too! Like Damian.

Suren is a magician too.

If you think the al Ghuls are stuck in past, the Darga's are way more in the past.

He's also pretty exaggerated. I think he was dead but got resuscitated (it's been years since I've read R:SoB and my English wasn't as good as it is now)

Damian relates and cares for him in his own way.

Colin Wilkes

He's an orphan, who's also a meta-human. Colin was experimented on, and when he's using his powers he doesn't look alike, he goes by Abuse.

He's a little bit like Jon, except that Jon is a little shit who never hesitates to fight Damian. Colin is a nice kid.

He appears a lot in Li'l Gotham. Damian takes him to the BatCave, and even lets his friend use a batsuit.

Colin hasnt appeared in a while because DC doesn't like Damian having friends or something.

Mia "Maps" Mizoguchi

She's from the comic series "Gotham Academy" (currently working on a fic that has the GA kids)

I never understood if Maps got a crush on Damian or on his weapon(?) But they're cute together

She's a bit eccentric, likes to wear suits instead of dresses.

Maps like cartography, that's where the nickname Maps comes from.

She gets into trouble a lot. Dreams to be Robin, well she kindda is.

Maps as Robin was a thing during the We Are Robin arc, and on one more newish solo issue which probably means there's more of Gotham Academy in the works!!!

I've read one or two maribat fics that feature her!

Kathy Branden (aka Beacon)

She's actually not Damian’s friend, she's Jon's.

Kathy is Jon's neighbor from when they lived in Hamilton County and he went by Jonathan Samuel White.

She's an alien like Jonny.

Seemingly DC was aiming to pair them.

So, Kathy and Damian develop a friendly relationship and ofc they're allies.

She lives on her own, in her farm along with Maya.

Mara al Ghul

Cousin of Damian

Damian left her blind on one eye while after sparring she launched a dagger at him and he did the same to her but :/

She's the daughter of Dusan al Ghul (aka White Ghost), older than Talia but because of his albinism he was discarded of being the heir.

They have reconciled

Athanasia al Ghul

She just appears in Injustice and she's Damian's bio-sister.

Daughter of Bruce and Talia.

She was kept hidden while Damian was away with Bruce.

I guess, Flatline (a love interest) and Connor Hawk enter into this category too but I don't particularly care for them. Flatline is a new character from the Robin solo and Connor was revived(? for the solo too ig

Here's a pic that's got Flatline, Connor, and Rose too bc she was important too

[cardiac-agreste]

WIP Game

Yesterday I RBd a thing where you list your WIPs, then people send you asks about specific ones, and you share a little. @bohemianrhapsody711 asked about these:

Into the Bugverse

I am SUPER excited about this idea, but it's in very early stages (no actual snippets to share, just some disjointed points I'll fill in right now). It is, as you might guess, a riff on Into the Spiderverse. A bit of crack taken seriously where the multiverse is all the fics on Ao3.

We begin with a universe in which Marinette is navigating not to disappointing her parents, who want her to learn the family trade.

Chat Noir, who fought alone most of his life before Marinette was recruited (think of this as kind of a plot divergent Hey, Ribbons by childoflightningg aka @peggiecarter aka @annaethchase), has died (he was Felix Agreste). She's all alone as LB now. The whole of Paris mourns him.

She also meets the new kid, Adrien, and a new Chat Noir shows up. Suddenly, pulled through the "bugverse" into her own world is an older Marinette from another fanwork, possibly Semantitheft's L'Oublie Marinette. They bond while fighting the big bad (imagine a vibe kind of like @leviaana's wonderful comic about Minibug, the jaded older LB who still loves her younger self).

At a low moment for them, other Marinettes get pulled into her world, all from other fanfics. Maybe

a paranoid @buggachat BEAU Marinette or mistrustful one from @wackus-bonkus-maximus One Does Not Love Breathing

Maybe a Marinette from a Coffee Shop AU like Allez savoir pourqois by Yilena who has no powers but is still smart

Or possibly a blog AU like Chat Noir's Miraculous Award for Truly Magical Food by @mommadon. Non-magic Marinette will receive a miraculous as a temp hero!

Marinette from a fic where she's pregnant as fuck but still fighting (the one I'm thinking of it's kind of a twist she gets pregnant later on, so I won't mention it).

Definitely Marinette from Ghost in the Machine by @jheqiawrites alongside her AI companion Adrien.

Possibly an akumatized Marinette

lip service to the MariBat fandom with a very well-capitalized MARINETTE (see what I did there?) from Miraculous LadyBat by BoxTops

a princess or knight Marinette like from A Royal Pain by jheqia and @sing-in-me-oh-muse

At some point in the fighting, we find out that Adrien died young in this universe and Papillon and Peahen are the enemies, and they're trying to get the miraculous to wish him back to life.

The Adrien in this universe is actually from a universe where Marinette/Ladybug is dead, and OMG, Marinette, he's Chat Noir!!!! Possibly from Hamburger Ladybug by @raspberrycatapult or from Last Wishes by @kasienda

Blah blah save the world, everyone returns to their universes. Hint at sequel that brings in other fanfics' Ladybug versions! Do we get a transdimentional love story?? Who knows? I DO!! (I don't.)

I think there's something of an ethical issue for me about using other people's Marinettes for my story, but I think if it's crack it's more OK (it's somewhat like parody) than if I were creating spinoffs with the same tone. BC to be honest, I suspect none of the BNFs would ever see a message from me asking permission. Better to beg forgiveness, right?

Miraculous: Bachelorette Edition

Alya, sick of watching Marinette flounder into her 20s, unable to confess to Adrien, submits her friend in secret as a potential Bachelorette for a reality TV show where many men vie for her hand. Through the magic of crack, a bunch of guys from the show end up contestants: Adrien (his father made him), Luka (he's pan so why not?), Nathaniel (STILL IN DENIAL about his feelings for Marc), Theo the sculptor with the bad soul patch, etc. Oh, and much to Ladybug's annoyance, Chat Noir is also a contestant?!

All of Paris is begging for Pajamagirl x Adrien Agreste

This is going through revisions in my head, but the initial kernel that is actually written down in my WIPs is

Ladybug falls in a crowded area and unconscious, de-transforms. Someone takes their camera out. "Don't you fucking take that picture. Hawkmoth can't know who she is!" Some teen girl "Is that Pajama Girl? Annette, I think that's Pajama Girl!" "OMG Charlotte, you're right! "Wait, didn't Adrien say in an interview that his celebrity crush is Ladybug?" "Dude didn't I see that Chat Noir took her on a date to Andre's?" Marinette wakes up surrounded by people, freaks out. "Don't worry girl, we're not gonna tell anyone, and no one took any pictures. Your secret's safe. Later that day, Annette and Charlotte get #adrienshoulddatepajamagirl trending on social media. Gabriel, who turns out to have been full of SHIT when he told Marinette that he determines what the public wants, pressures Adrien to date his Very Good Friend for the brand.

[the-coffee-fandom]

Thanks to @abyssal-ali for the tag! This took so long to compile lol

Rules: Go to your published works on AO3 and list the first fic you ever published there, the last fic you published, any fic that you wrote for a fandom/ship only once, your favorite fic you wrote in the fandom/ship that has the most works, the fic you wish more people read, the fic you agonized over the most, the fic that sprang fully formed from your mind without any effort, and a work you are proud of—for whatever reason.

Uh oh 😅

❥ My first fic was actually a disgustingly long word doc that glitched out my computer and someone deleted 😔 just for a fun fact ✨

❥ My first fic would be Will you be my fairy tale?

𓍊𓋼𓍊 Agents of SHEILD 𓍊𓋼𓍊

❀ Daisy Johnson/Daniel Sousa

✐ Set in 7x07, beginning of 8. Daisys in the healing chamber and Daniel Sousa decided to stay there with her. Just a cute little snippet of what he was up to while he was waiting for Daisy to arise from her slumber/healing.

❥ Last fic published was Dreaming Of Anemone (though my last work published was HaiBOO but it’s an original work)

𓍊𓋼𓍊 Maribat 𓍊𓋼𓍊

❀ Bio dad au

✐ The Wayne's might have been public figures, but there's a lot of mysteries behind those grand closed doors. Mr. Wayne for one was quite suspicious. They were hiding something and Marinette would figure out what. Even if it exposed a secret or two. Identities weren't the only thing they were hiding.

Flowers can kill after all.

❥ A fic with a ship I’ve only written once is Coming Home To Peaceful Disaster

𓍊𓋼𓍊 Maribat 𓍊𓋼𓍊

❀ Luka Couffaine/Marinette Dupain-Cheng/Damian Wayne

✐ Damian is so tired, all he wants to do is come home, have a cup of his girlfriends famous hot chocolate, and fall asleep in his loves arms.

But this isn’t too bad either.

❥ My favorite fic. That’s a hard one. I think it have to be Dreaming of Anenome despite its incomplete status but since that one’s already on this list I’ll promote another: Death Bouquet

𓍊𓋼𓍊 Maribat 𓍊𓋼𓍊

❀ Cassandra Cain/Marinette Dupain-Cheng

✐ It's hard to figure out whom your heart longs for when you've spent so long ignoring it. Letting the flowers bloom in your throat as you struggle to breath always left wondering.

Marinette lived her days in Pairs, her eyes on Adrien. But...was that truly what her heart wanted? Or was it a face she hadn't seen in a long time but still haunted her thoughts like the scorch marks left after a fire.

❥ The fic I wish more people would read is Rose Gold Eyes

𓍊𓋼𓍊 Maribat 𓍊𓋼𓍊

❀ Selina Kyle/Marinette Dupain-Cheng

✐ The rooftops were often silent at night, the streets were where havoc rained.
The rooftops were often silent at night, a cat endlessly chasing darkness.
The rooftops were often silent at night, and so that’s where she lay.
The rooftops were often silent at night, so was her suffering.

❥ The fic I agonized the most over is literally any fic in my Flowers Aren’t Always A Love Language series (especially Dreaming of Anenome) because I always try to put as much flower language in as possible to put a story within the story. Otherwise it’s An Angel With Demons Wings. I wrote that to get back into writing after a tough time and put a lot of pressure to get it perfect for my wonderful friend @tylindel whom I love. I did a lot of dancing research and made art to go with it.

𓍊𓋼𓍊 Maribat 𓍊𓋼𓍊

❀ Damian Wayne/Marinette Dupain-Cheng

✐ “They call you a demon but all I’ve ever seen in you was an angel.”

“Even in my worst moments?”

“An angel with anger issues.”

❥ The easiest fic is From Your Favorite Chaos Gremlins. I was spouting ideas like a sprinkler and was really ahead of my writing partners to the point they couldn’t keep up with me. I got overexcited and wrote all but one line of the second chapter. Of course this fic has ended early despite all the ideas left over as authors split so it remains forever unfinished.

𓍊𓋼𓍊 Maribat 𓍊𓋼𓍊

❀ Platonic Marinette Dupain-Cheng & Tim Drake & Damian Wayne

✐ Family is defined as a group of people related to one another by blood or marriage.

None of them were related by blood nor marriage nor any magical force, only their own love for one another.

Family to them was each other.

And all it takes is a pinch of coffee and a whole lot of chaos.

On the streets of Gotham, the chaos gremlins reign.

❥ A work I’m proud of is Hold Me Tight Till Morning Light. Originally written for the lovely @tylindel ’s birthday, I wasn’t sure how much I liked it though but @tree-reads really helped my confidence in it with her appreciation of it and it makes me love it too. Otherwise it be Dreaming of Anenome or anything in my Flowers series because I work hard on them and I love hanahaki so much.

𓍊𓋼𓍊 Maribat 𓍊𓋼𓍊

❀ Damian Wayne/Marinette Dupain-Cheng

✐ Sometimes your demons take control of your body and mind, you never had full authority over yourself as your plagued with memories time and time again, filling your head with thoughts you'd rather rid. Sleepless nights were always in the cards. But that's why there's always your rope, your light, your love, your life, that will be there to pull you back from the darkness.

OR

3 times Damian helped Marinette with her demons and one time he didn't have to.

❦ My Ao3: The_Coffee_Fandom

❦ My Insta: the_coffee_fandom

✮ No Pressure Tags: @tylindel @tree-reads @tim-drake-is-underrated @timinette-is-best @velveteenshadow @verymuchimmortalcat @the-witches-you-couldnt-burn

[abyssal-ali]

Maribat Ships and My Vibe Explanations

These are based on the most popular tropes and scenarios I've seen particularly for a specific ship, but some are my own vision:) Moodboards I made for each ship, which are partially inspired by the below thoughts, are linked in the ship name.

Brucinette:

Boss x Secretary trope or Socialite meets Other Socialite and Both Discover each other is Less Shallow than they Thought

Alternatively,

Hero x Villain Love story.

Look, we all know Bruce has a bad track record with his Rogues and also Love in general

Black Cat Mari is the most popular, probably, but I think we should see more Villain/ Morally Grey Mari with other Miraculi

Not my favourite ship but it can be fun

Particularly when we add Dad Bruce and Mari gets to adopt the Batkids and be a Cool MomTM.

Dickinette:

Often a Villain x Hero romance, usually Black Cat Marinette and Nightwing.

A good trope to be sure, but I think we should spice it up more.

Vampire Dick Truthers (you know who you are) have a point with their Vampire Dick and Mari fics. Why not make Dick the villain in Mari's Rogue Gallery???

Overall a great trope, especially if you really delve into their characters: both are 'sunshine' characters who fight everyday to be the nice, kind heroes everyone thinks they are and expects them to be, even though it's the hardest route to take.

Jasonette:

(I'm biased as it's my #1 Maribat ship, but I'll try not to go on too long >.<)

Villain x Hero? Hero x Hero? Amazing, outstanding. What about Villain x Villain? I myself would love to see more Rogue Jason and Rogue Mari fics.

Any AU is amazing. I admit to having a fondness for Mob Boss Jason, partly because he is one in canon, at least for a while, and because I'm addicted to dark/mafia romance novels. Lieutenant Mari? Yes, please. Rival Mob Boss Mari? Heck yeah! Bat-affiliate Mari? Gimme. Please.

The amount of character exploration you could do if you wrote a romance where they actually stayed together, looking at you, DC is intriguing. Would Jason change for someone he loved? Would he give up crime lording? Would Mari accept him anyways but then they'd have to deal with one half running from the law/vigilantes and the other half being on the vigilantes' side?

Also, soft Jason. Nerding out over books and music and fashion and appreciating the fine things in life and meeting this cute fashion designer with a penchant to listen to Jagged Stone-

So many AU opportunities!! Bakery AU! Mafia AU! Coffee Shop AU! Meetcute at the Museum AU!...

Okay I'll move on now:(

Timari:

LISTEN

This ship IS THE DEFINITION OF THE CEO X SECRETARY TROPE!

I need more, I don't care if it's overused

Also, rival hackers or geniuses.

OR COFFEE SHOP AU

They're both coffee monsters, it's perfect

No I don't care that there are two dozen coffee shop Timari AUs, give me more.

Daminette:

ACADEMIC RIVALS TO LOVERS

Or just rivals to lovers is fine too

YOU REALLY THINK THESE TWO 'MUST BE THE TOP IN CLASS' WOULDN'T BE FIGHTING OVER GRADES AND THEN PAIRED UP ON AN ASSIGNMENT BECAUSE THEY'RE TOO INTENSE TO WORK WITH ANYONE ELSE AND THEN THEY HAVE TO WORK TOGETHER AT ALL TIMES LEST THE OTHER SABOTAGE THEIR PROJECT AND THEN THEY FALL IN LOVE-

anyways

I'm not even into HP but I want a Hogwarts AU with these two-

or any dark academia rivals to lovers au

Roynette:

Enemies or Rivals to Lovers

It's just a simple misunderstanding, as all large rifts start off with.

There's a translation issue or an eavesdropping that is taken out of context

(they're both idiots your honour)

But then something happens and they have to work together or they're made to talk and they realize it's all just a misunderstanding

And then they're like... " while we're clearing the air...so uh, I kinda have a crush on you'

"no way, me too!!"

And Mari meets Lian (or maybe that's what starts this, Jason and Mari are hanging out babysitting Lian and Roy comes to pick Lian up and they start talking and and and-)

And Mari loves Lian immediately of course, who wouldn't?

And so Roy likes her more because she likes Lian so automatically she's not as bad as he thought, and Lian really likes her too

And then they fall in love and Jason and Lian are the master matchmakers behind the scenes

You can pry OTP Jason & Lian setting up Roynette out of my cold dead hands

Konette:

I haven't seen or read a ton of Konette, but they usually meet at the Titans

Friends to Lovers 100%

They're both quiet and new and feeling out the dynamics

so they're often pushed together on purpose or by accident because the others are just so loud and chaotic

And then they become BFFs and are less inclined to join the others' chaos and so spend more time together, and so the cycle continues

And then one day something happens

Kon is Kryptonian and Mari had the Miraculous, they're usually the least-damaged members, but something happens, there's Kryptonite or magic or Something and one or both gets hurt.

The other jumps in front of them to take the blow because they can't let the other get hurt

"Why did you do that?!"

"I couldn't let you get hurt. You need to save our teammates."

Then the hurt one faints or passes out and the other confesses and thinks they can't hear them

They get back to the Tower safely and get treated and wake up and then they see the other

"Did you say you loved me, when I was passed out?"

"You heard that? Uh...yeah, I love you."

"I love you too!"

I haven't read much of any of the other ships to get a good feel on them, so I'm stopping here:)

[dramatic-squirrel]

Daminette December Day 28- Family

@maribat-calendar-events

Unlike usual, the atmosphere in the bakery was tense. Two sides had formed, on one end was Tom Dupain, on the other end was Damian Wayne. “Absolutely not. Marinette, you can’t date this boy, he’s not good enough for you.” He stood his ground on this issue as he looked at Damian again. It wasn’t the way Damian looked, it was the presence he gave off, of someone dangerous and violent. “You agree with me right, Sabine?”

“Oh I don’t know honey. Shouldn’t we let Marinette make her own choice on this?” She placed a comforting hand on his arm and then leaned up to whisper, “It’s not like anything’s set in stone. They’ll probably break up on their own.”

“Maman! I can hear you.” Marinette’s eyes blazed with indignation before shifting when she turned to address Damian. “I’m sorry about them. They’re just a bit over protective sometimes and I’m sure when they get to know you a bit better, they’ll see your good side.” She could barely look him in the eyes as she shuffled her feet.

Tom let out a big sigh, from the beginning he knew that nothing he said would have made a difference. “You're right, Marinette. But I’ve got my eyes on your Mister.” He glared at Damian.

“I would expect nothing less, sir. One should never be too careful when meeting someone for the first time.” Those were the first words Damian had said since the simple hello when greeting them earlier.

“Ok,” Marinette clapped her hands. “If we’re going to get to know each other better, I think the best way to do so would be games. Let’s go upstairs, a match of Ultimate Mecha Strike III is in order.”

“Honey, are you sure that’s a good idea?” Sabine questioned. “We should pick something that’s a bit more fair for Damian. You know how your father gets about Mecha Strike.” Tom wasn’t listening, already heading upstairs, giddy with excitement to play his favorite game.

“Don’t worry Maman. Damian can handle it. If anything they should be more afraid of me.” Sabine smiled at her daughter. It had been a long time since Marinette had been so carefree, maybe Damian was good for her after all.

[demi4ngel]

Updated/Edited on 11/28/2024 so it could be worded better, not just changing things:

I’m usually going to reblog posts of some of my favorite stuff on this account! I was just going to post this on my blog’s description section but this is going to be long-ish for mobile users.

Plenty of cursing and some slightly suggestive themes on a few posts ahead. But there’s no outright NSFW/18+ since I’m technically a SFW reblogger despite being a young adult.

Other Links:

https://archiveofourown.org/users/demi4ngel/profile

I am typically neutral to most things in fiction, so there’s not much point in throwing hissy fits over minor stuff and things that don’t affect sane people much. Unless the creators, canon and even the fandom are truly toxic and problematic. The worse canon is written the worse their community is obviously going to behave. While there are technically bad apples in every fandom, some are way worse than the others so I block and filter out as much as I can for my own sanity. Yes, that includes blogs who still support badly written canon content.

I don’t care what your orientation/race is, if you are toxic then GTFO!

*In regard to the Gaza/Palestine situation, I’m literally unable to financially support those in need. Yes, the issue is very serious but I’m also extremely wary of scammers taking advantage of the situation since some GoFundMe or donation pages seem rather vague instead of giving more details on this site or anywhere else online. So I’m not obligated to reblog or spread the messages in case the user turns out to be a scammer. And some posts didn’t give trigger warnings of those who were injured or affected by biological warfare.

DNI

As much as I try to filter the things I hate out, somehow some idiots don’t tag properly. Some of y’all weren’t specific enough not just being irresponsible idiots. Had to block a shit ton of character assassination content not just ppl slipping past tags.

AI images/artists (At first I didn’t think much of it but it clutters many art sites with all these different tags if #ai art isn’t used! Not only does it have delusional fake artists and their audience who thinks it’s fine, it’s especially bad news for inactive or even deceased online users. Like, it’s unethical and most sharp eyed users see how flawed the “art” is. That makes plenty of mediocre human drawn art look good because they usually aren’t that blurry or has the machine made flaws. The AI Generated art is often uncredited which can confuse people. Oh god, I hate the realistic/real life ones the most because what if that’s used without that person’s consent? What if that’s used to make an innocent person look bad?)

Vivziepop Stans (I used to like her art but the plot of Helluva Boss portraying the main toxic romantic relationship as “good LGBT rep” is uncomfortable… the same ppl can criticize Val/Angel aka MothDust or even other same sex ships but defend Stolitz? All bc it’s gay men screwing each other? I’m glad that critics point out the similarities because aren’t they both technically abusive relationships? Toxic relationships are toxic regardless of their sexualities and how it’s written! I mean there’s a mountain of evidence of her many misdeeds and even abuse of her power! Also, she, her associates, and even fans had the audacity to diss other indie animation projects!)

Miraculous Ladybug (uncanny 3D graphics, especially the salters and the maribat shippers ruining practically everything they touch)

My Little Pony franchise (oh lord the damn fandom and fanarts won’t stop plaguing my feeds no matter how much I filter out…)

Rabid proshippers [I hate the ones that take things too far like the big age gap (a decade to more apart &/or when one is old enough to be their parental figure), prepubescent children and younger (yes I’m counting l0lish0) x adult (yes that includes real and fictional ancient/past times), and incest ones (blood related, adoptive or foster it’s still fucking unnerving… I mean aren’t they raised together as such even if their time together wasn’t that long?) Though I understand why people give some of them the side eye due to probably not tagging correctly and boundary disrespecting the ppl who use DNIs for good reasons bc the latter most likely have reasons why they hate or don’t like certain things. I mean just leave the DNI folks be, otherwise some would get very pissy and paranoid that your kind is following them or they might start a sob fest over a follow. Most people are just here for content not start petty shit.]

Rabid antishippers (I used to have a similar mentality as a teenager but such a puritan approach wasn’t good for my sanity. I understand how y’all feel about certain fictional ships but blocks and filters exist here and several other sites that have these functions. So use them instead of causing unnecessary discourse and drama over small things! Y’all don’t have to complain about every single thing that irks you. Besides, if y’all are that concerned about certain things, go help out real people who actually need it and stick to your safe spaces! Spreading misinformation, doxxing and harassment are not acceptable!)

*Both sides of the shipping discourse have bad apples and rabid dogs crossing lines so I steer clear from them and their petty discourse whenever I’m surfing this site. Hence why I decided to stay mostly neutral in fictional matters from now on like a spectator. Funnily enough, it’s usually the antis starting shit and even being killjoys on actual harmless ships. There’s a difference between constructive criticism and harassment or misinformation. I mean look at the screenshotted evidence here by civilized ppl. 🧩🥀 (former anti)

Nostalgia fandom (sheesh, these people need to try something new it’s like they are literally stuck in time, bitching about new things and going as far as to dislike or negative review bomb things not from their childhood time. Especially a portion of the western cartoon fandom. Yes, it’s usually those guys making a fuss about their favorite stuff being forever canonically discontinued. Well, there’s the fan works to create and consume! Wherever I am, I rarely hear the eastern anime fandom fussing about the “good old times”. But the downside to the nostalgia are lonely feelings when several others have moved on and a shitty attitude towards a lot of things not aligned with your own tastes.)

Character Hatedoms/Bashing/Assassinations (Those who do hate characters for legitimate reasons are usually more civilized. But those who hate them for very minor or petty reasons deserve get the side eye lol.)

Heterophobic/Homophobic (I legit don’t understand the intense hate from both sides, y’all just have different labels and sexualities/preferences that are seen as socially acceptable and legal. But there are vile ppl who use their gender and/or sexuality as a shield which is unacceptable!)

Reality Shifters/Otherkin (weird ass content… suddenly fictional drawn OCs and reader fics look like stellar content that’s much more preferable! It’s kinda weird that irl ppl insert themselves into fictional stories instead of creating OCs or just using/ultilizing canon characters… guess the latter isn’t enough for them.)

Age Regression/Age Play blogs (this type of content is kinda weird… it’s annoying and unnerving that teen/adult characters, furries or even real people behave like little children to cope or smth. I think slapping baby stuff into characters is stupid especially if they’re already mature. I don’t care if it’s also SFW, y’all are still getting the side eye for using baby/childish talk. And turning mentally mature characters of any age into that kind of behavior is just kinda disturbing.)

Fetish artists/blogs (should I even put them in the same category as kink blogs? The kink blogs at least give out warnings and tags.)

Fictional content that turns inanimate places and countries into anthropomorphic figures (weird ASF… aren’t anthro animals enough? At least most of those artists are chill.)

RL crime/criminal apologists and hybristophiliacs (these guys make the fictional villain/antagonist character stans look like angels bc at least the latter will less likely simp for IRL criminals and actually know what’s fictional. Hey antis and so-called moral guardians, why don’t y’all try to blacklist them instead of harassing those who give out proper warning labels and only write dark “sus” fiction?)