#maribat rare pair

[marsrize]

Speed dating [AdrienxDamian]

Adrien Agreste was tired of the same old dating scene in Paris. He wanted to try something new, something that might actually help him find someone special. So, he decided to attend a speed dating event at a local café.

Adrien arrived at the event and saw that there were several tables set up. He took a deep breath and sat down at the first table.

Damian arrived a few minutes later and sat across from Adrien. He didn't say anything, just nodded in greeting.

Adrien smiled nervously. "Hi, I'm Adrien. What's your name?"

"Damian," he replied, his voice deep and serious.

Adrien fidgeted with his hands. "So, have you done this before?"

"No," Damian answered curtly.

Adrien's heart sank. "Oh, well, me neither. This is my first time trying something like this."

Damian raised an eyebrow. "Why are you here?"

Adrien hesitated before answering. "I just got out of a relationship and I thought this might be a good way to meet new people. What about you?"

Damian shrugged. "I'm here because my father suggested I try it."

Adrien chuckled. "I guess we're both here for the same reason, then."

They chatted for a few more minutes before the bell rang, signaling the end of their time together. Adrien felt a pang of disappointment that their conversation had to end so soon.

As Damian got up to move to the next table, he turned to Adrien. "Perhaps we will see each other again," he said, before walking away.

Adrien felt a warmth spread through his chest at the thought of seeing Damian again. Maybe this speed dating thing wasn't so bad after all.

********************************

Damian sat nervously at his table, wondering why he had agreed to participate in this speed dating event. He had always thought that finding a romantic partner was a task that required patience and time, not the pressure of a timed conversation. But with the constant prodding from his brothers and his father, he had given in and decided to give it a try.

As he sat there, he couldn't help but notice the man who had just sat down across from him. He was handsome, with blond hair and striking green eyes, and Damian felt his heart skip a beat. He quickly composed himself and tried to focus on the task at hand.

"Hi, I'm Adrien,What's your name?" the man said with a smile, holding out his hand.

Damian shook it and replied, "Damian."

"So, have you done this before?" Adrien asked.

To be honest, Damian didn't really know what to say. He decided that a clear and concise answer was the best option.

"No," Damian answered curtly.

Adrien's heart sank. "Oh, well, me neither. This is my first time trying something like this."

Damian raised an eyebrow. He had to admit that he was surprised to see someone with Adrien's look at this kind of event.

"Why are you here?"

"I just got out of a relationship and I thought this might be a good way to meet new people. What about you?"

This seemed to be a plausible explanation. Someone so...charming...must have been in a relationship. He had no idea who this blonde's former partner was, but they had let a gem go.

"I'm here because my father suggested I try it."

Adrien chuckled. Damian decided he liked the sound.

"I guess we're both here for the same reason, then."

As the two continued to talk, Damian found himself becoming more and more drawn to Adrien. He was witty, intelligent, and had a kind heart. Damian couldn't believe how easy it was to talk to him, and before he knew it, their time was up.

Damian felt a pang of disappointment. He had enjoyed their conversation and wanted to get to know him better. He quickly made a decision and called out to Adrien.

"Perhaps we will see each other again," Damian said.

"Can I get your number? I would like to continue our conversation."

Adrien smiled and handed him a slip of paper with his number on it. "I would like that," he said. "I'll be waiting for your call."

As Damian walk away, he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. He had never felt this way before, and he knew that he wanted to explore these feelings further. He couldn't wait to see where this new connection would take him.

[the-coffee-fandom]

[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.)

[askastillyquestion]

Does anyone else think that as the crossover fandom of DC x Miraculous (MLB) has expanded the name of the fandom should actually be Mirabat?

I understand that the fandom started as a Marinette ship (Daminette) and then expanded to other Marinette ships, however, as the fandom stands now, more characters are getting a focus in the crossover universe instead of Marinette.

Dedication to Adrien focused fics in DC x MLB has adopted the name Adribat and honestly has a different tone than Maribat tends to have.

Would it be weird to call the collective fandom Mirabat and allow there to be the subsections of Maribat and Adribat in it, seeing as Adribat feels as though it is going to pick up momentum?

I'd love to hear thoughts that those in the Maribat and Adribat spheres have on this. (P.S. I'm not saying rename the fandom cause it's been established for so long. Just curious of the what-if)

[maribat-media]

A New Wave of Maribat

So, there has been talk for some time about how Maribat as a fandom is dying, or at least, people within the fandom can feel that it is not as lively as it could be.

Pondering the question, what if, a rather peculiar idea arrived. There are plenty of places on Tumblr with blogs dedicated to Maribat. Ao3 is a rather popular for content as well. However, is there not another place that people frequent quite often that could give the fandom new attention?

The answer is simple. Instagram

Now, you might be saying, "seriously? Instagram? No one goes on Instagram for Maribat."

That is exactly the point. Tumblr takeovers can be effective and gain attention, that's for sure, but why not try a different route? Instagram is a place where people share irl things yet within it is an incredible world of artists and storytellers.

Instagram could provide what the Maribat needs. A new light. People could discover this fandom for the first time in a place no one would expect.

Below is going to be information about this page for those that are intrigued by this idea, it will also allow those who do not wish to hear more the ability to continue on their scrolling.

There are a couple ways to bring Maribat to Instagram and Maribat Media is here to help with it.

Creators can either make their own Instagrams or use their existing ones to post content. Any sort of Maribat content is amazing. Get it out there for the world to see.

Understandably, not everyone is going to want to make an account or post on Instagram. Why go through the effort if you don't use the platform. Valid.

Maribat Media is here to help. We encourage people to help promote others' works across platform to get them the attention they deserve. Any piece of artwork, writing or art form, takes a lot of time and energy. @ this account in the replies of a piece shared here on tumblr and we will get in shared, only under the following conditions.

This needs to be made absurdly clear. Maribat Media will not cross post a piece of content solely by being tagged. When tagged, the creator of the post will be reached out to see if they would like their piece to be shown off on the Instagram. No means no and the creator will not be pressured to allow their piece to be published. That is rude and the exact opposite of what the admin hope to accomplish.

The best thing to do if you want a post to be placed on the Instagram is ask the creator themselves within a reply to their piece about if Maribat Media can post it. It saves all parties time, and you can easily @ this account when the creator's written permission is present.

That also goes for creators themselves! If you have a post you want to have put on Instagram but do not have an account yourself, @ Maribat Media with a request to and the admin will gladly see to it!

Events can also be requested for sharing! It is highly encouraged to have event runners who want their events to be seen to either @ or leave a request. Events are an amazing way to gain traction.

Any and All sorts of content that have been given permission to post with have proper crediting. Within the top of the description and in an extra slide of the post (unless there is not a slide available).

Ask Me Anything is always open for any questions surrounding this whole Instagram thing as well the comments to this very post. You can leave requests for content sharing in the AMA (the process will be the same as if @'d in a reply).

Finally, this is all one big attempt at trying something new. There is no knowing if this will work at all. However, there is no harm in trying. Perhaps we can give this fandom new light together.

Sincerely, Maribat Media Admin

[ja50nt0ddwa5h3r3]

What are your top 5 Adrien ships in Adribat Maribat?

~ Ask a Stilly Question

Alley Cat, obviously. Duh. No bias, they're just the best. (Jaydrien)

Then it's Timdrien, love the idea

Roydrien scratches an itch

Adrien/Bart (that's your fault)

And then, finally, Adrien/Riddler (also your fault)

[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!

[velveteenshadow]

What are your opinions on a potential Edward Nygma/Adrien Agreste

I ask, because I know both characters are very dear to you and I wonder if you've ever thought about it (if you have, what are your headcanons, and if you haven't, what are your thoughts that this gives you? - Percy

Ooo great question!

Okay, so Edward and Adrien are so absolutely near and dear to my heart. Gotham’s version of the Riddler captured me. That’s the version that I write based off of whenever I write the character.

As for the two characters being shipped, I’d be willing to try writing it. It’d take a bit to wrap my brain around but I think there’s potential.

The relationship I like to do between Adrien and Edward is actually Adoptive Parent Ed. It’s my version of ‘Marinette gets it in the care of Harley, Ivy and/Selina’. I feel like Edward would be so fascinated with the miraculous and would want to help Adrien out (cause Oswald would make him).

I also really like the idea of Adrien/Edward being the ultimate duo to rival Batman/Catwoman. There’s just something about it. (Perfect set up for a Cat fight)

[dcmiracles]

Positivity Saturday !

Hello everyone ! Today is positivity Saturday and i would love to shoutout PopCross Studios !! even if he dose not need a shout out -

This is an amazing video and i would love for people to take some inspiration or just give this aa watch !

[ali-annals]

Request #3 (izanae)

Request: Roynette, Hurt/Comfort, Playing with Fire

WC: 0.4k

CW: A couple mildly suggestive lines

A/N: I included a couple other prompts from this E2L list: "We can’t help who we fall in love with” “I don’t care what others think. They don’t know you like I do” “You can’t keep holding my past against me". Roynette are (past) enemies to lovers to (current) enemies to lovers!

Request Masterlist | Masterlist | Ao3

Noire hissed as if she were a real cat, her dangerously sharp claws already shredding through the netting catching her. Arsenal rushed forward as she stood from the trap and pinned her to the wall with his body, her eyes glowing like a wraith promising vengeance.

“Let me go!” she growled, pushing his shoulders away till they were face to face in the dim light.

“No.”

“No?” Her voice had a teasing, incredulous quality, one that Roy was intimately aware spelled danger for whomever was on the receiving end.

“No,” he repeated stubbornly. “Why did you leave?”

Her slitted green eyes narrowed at him. “Why did you leave?” she mocked. “You can’t keep holding my past against me, Arsenal,” she spat. “‘We can’t help who we fall in love with’? Really? And then you agreed to turn me in! I thought we were past that, Roy. Was it because of Lian?”

Roy’s heart broke at hearing her sound so sad and defeated, slumping in his grasp, her previous fire gone as the hurt took over the rage.

He pulled her cautiously into a hug, hooking his chin over her shoulder. “I agreed to turn you in because I knew if I didn’t they’d take me and Lian, too, and there would be no time for us to leave. I was never actually planning to turn you in for a second, Mari; please believe me.” He pulled back to search her eyes.

“I’m sorry. I should have trusted you, i just- that call-”

“It’s okay, Mari. I don’t blame you for your response. It would be stupid to ask someone if they were planning on arresting you when they just admitted to someone that they would, without knowing you were there.”

“Love is stupid,” she murmured into his hair, tightening her arms around his waist.

“Maybe,” he agreed. “I don’t care what others think, though. They don’t know you like I do, and if they don’t trust me and my judgement, then I’m done. I called one of my old friends, and he’s on his way to pick us three up. I guess you’re ready to go?”

“I’m always ready to go when you’re around, mister,” she purred, nudging her leg between his.

“Careful, Mari, you’re playing with fire.” His grip tightened on her.

She smirked. “It reminds me of you and your hair.” With a wrench, she was out of his grip and dancing away, her sparkling eyes the only colour he saw in the dark. “We have a rendezvous to make. Allez!”

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

My my

Summary: I think we have a spy.

Her head spun on a swivel, jerking this way and that, searching for any hint of movement. She wasn’t going to be seen, she knew that, and if she was then it wouldn’t be that big of a deal because everyone that should know about this was a meta like her, and yet she couldn’t seem to relax.

Which was fair. After all, people like her had been turning up missing or dead for the past few months.

Hell, that was why she had shown up to this shady warehouse in the first place.

She eyed the building nervously. It wasn’t abandoned, that much was obvious. The roar of machines was almost deafening. It had probably been chosen because no one would be able to overhear their conversations.

Or they were being lured here to be murdered where no one would hear their screams.

She touched the mask on her face, checking that it wasn’t going to come off easily, and then – after a quick glance at her holopad to make sure she had gotten the address right – she slipped inside.

Machines whirred and steamed, heating up the air around her so much she started to wish she hadn’t opted for the varsity jacket. She ran her fingers over a pipe as she passed. Her fingers burned where she touched it. She didn’t mind.

She came upon The Door. She didn’t know it yet, but her life would be set upon a new path the moment she stepped through. This was the turning point. The moment where it all went wrong.

She didn’t know it yet, and yet… she bit her lip as she looked at it, quiet, hesitating. She could feel the weight of it all coming to rest on her shoulders, which she hiked up to her ears to try and bear it easier.

She… wasn’t sure she wanted to do this.

Hands in her jacket pockets, she pushed the door open with her side and stepped inside.

The room felt strange. Even if a normal person were there, they could have immediately pegged the fact that at least a few of the people in there were metas. Everyone was standing still, making idle chatter or scrolling through their holopads or eyeing up the other people in the room. It seemed calm. And, if there were only one of them, it would be. The way the air around them would shift around people like them was largely unnoticeable to any non-metas, but when there were this many of them? She could feel all of their auras slamming against each other, pushing, trying to earn their own space or hold the others at bay. Her own presence probably didn’t help.

Eight sets of eyes landed on her as the door slammed shut behind her. Or, at least, she was pretty sure of that, because some of the masks they were wearing hid their eyes. She could feel plenty of attention pressing down on her, though.

One stood in the middle of the room. He smiled at her. “That should be our last member,” he said, straightening to his full height. The man had already been taller than average, but now he almost towered over them all.

This effect was ruined by the fact that his outfit was atrocious, though. Santa Claus looking ass. Especially with the bit, white, fake beard he had opted for to hide his identity. Did he just have that on hand or did he go out actively looking for it? Which was worse?

He motioned for everyone to circle up in the middle of the room and, with varying degrees of reluctance, they all did so. The circle was a little wide, a little egg-shaped because she had opted to hang back some, but no one pointed this out. They, too, were eyeing the people next to them with obvious caution, clearly wondering whether they could get away with backing up as well.

“Now, I’m assuming we all know why we’re here,” the man in the center said, smiling brightly. He looked far too cheery for someone who was dealing with the fact that someone was targeting people like them. “Which means we should all get down to business, yeah?”

She raised her hand. “I want proof that everyone here is a meta.”

There was a murmur of assent.

The man raised an eyebrow at her. “Is the agreement to cloak our identities not enough?”

A tall boy wearing what appeared to be a mascot's head shook his head. By grabbing the cat-themed head and shaking it back and forth with his hands, as it was too big to do the motion normally. “No. What if they’re here?”

There was more assent. Louder this time. They were all risking at least some level of their anonymity by coming here, risking people seeing them and knowing. They deserved to know that everyone was safe, that everyone was like them, that no one would betray them.

The man sighed but nodded. He pressed a hand to his chest. “I’m – uh, I don’t know… Hawkmoth.”

There was a collective snicker, and all of the people in the room cast amused glances at each other, all of them wordlessly making fun of the man for his dumb choice of names.

Hawkmoth’s face reddened behind his Santa Claus-style beard and he was quick to try and distract them: “I can sense and manipulate emotions.”

His attempts proved successful. The smiles slid off their faces. The glances exchanged were now far warier.

“Uh, Mr. Hawkmoth, sir, aren’t you supposed to –,” a woman wearing what seemed to be a Party City dragon mask began to say.

And then she almost fell to her knees with the force of the fear that washed over her. She felt like she had been pushed under the waves. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything, could only hope to wait it out so she could swim up to the surface. But wave after wave crashed into her, buffeting her around, and she couldn’t breathe –.

The man walked closer, his smile gone.

Blue eyes peered down at her. Cold and scrutinizing.

“Your emotions are wrong,” he informed her. He knelt down to be close to eye level. She strangled the scream that rose in her throat. She needed to keep hold of that air. There was so little of it as it was. “Why is that?”

“Please,” she begged, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. She didn’t want to die. Not here. Hell, she was here because she didn’t want to die. Pleasepleaseplease –.

And then he let her go.

She threw her hands out in front of her to stop herself from instantly collapsing, but it was really only delaying the inevitable. Her arms trembled so much that she knew she would fall flat on her face soon enough. She was given a moment of silence to catch her breath. No one said a word, just watched on as she struggled to remember exactly how to inhale without coughing all of the air up halfway through.

“So?” the man prompted, and she could feel the beginning of it crawling back.

“Nowaitwait!” It slowed to a trickle, just barely prickling at her skin and making goosebumps rise on her arms. She swallowed thickly. “I just… it’s…” She took a shaky breath. “I can heal. I can heal myself. So I’m not as scared as I probably ‘should’ be. It’s hard to kill me, y’know?”

There was a beat as this was considered.

And then the fear washed away, leaving her sweating and panting on the floor. She hadn’t even realized she’d fallen the rest of the way.

“Your turn!” The man said brightly, his smile back in place. She wasn’t stupid enough to trust it, especially not after that stunt, but she nodded and decided to go along with it regardless. It wasn’t like she had any choice in the matter.

“I’m Ladybug…” she began, deciding to follow his example with the animal theme.

Hands still shaking, she pulled a plasma gun from her pocket. A small one, she could never fit one of the larger ones in her pockets, she wasn’t nearly rich enough to get a Capsule to shrink it… but a plasma gun, even a small one like this, was perfectly lethal regardless of the size. Every person in the room tensed, but she ignored them. She pressed a hand to the floor and then pointed her gun at it.

She took a deep, steadying breath. It did little to help the nerves eating away at her.

She pulled the trigger.

A tiny disk made of light sliced off her finger.

She didn’t even feel it. She stared at the blood spilling out of her, at the scorch mark on the floor and the blackened edges of her skin, at the finger that had been separated from her hand in a neat line that would have been impossible to see if she hadn’t flinched at the sound of the plasma gun fizzling out. Instead, her finger laid a half-inch from the rest of her hand.

She blinked once. Twice. It didn’t hurt. It would catch up to her, soon, though. The shock would wear off and she would start screaming.

Best if she didn’t let that happen.

She gritted her teeth and picked it up. Pressed it back to the wound. It wasn’t easy, the blood was trying to displace it. The skin at the edges was burned, blackened, and dead. They didn’t particularly want to mold to her will like they were supposed to, didn’t want to come back alive just for the sake of mitosis.

She forced her skin to heal around it. Her mouth went dry. There remained a tiny black band beneath her skin.

But it worked.

She looked up at him and used her newly attached finger to flip Hawkmoth the bird.

That earned a startled laugh from a guy wearing a bright yellow hoverbike helmet. At least he thought it was funny.

They continued going around the room without incident. People would list off their powers, and then give a short demonstration. There was someone who had an enhanced physique, someone with elemental control, teleportation, duplication, the ability to induce hallucinations…

It became abundantly clear as time went on that the only people present were the ones that were powerful enough to survive a direct attack.

No one wanted to wonder whether those were just the people that were confident enough to come to the meeting, or if this was all that was left.

And then… the second to last person, the one with the yellow motorbike helmet, stepped forward just slightly to greet them all:

“Hi! I’ll go by…” He gave a tiny shrug. “Uh. Cassandra.”

“... that’s a girl’s name,” someone pointed out. The one that duplicated themself. Poly, or something like that.

The boy gave another shrug. “It’s not like I’m going to be using the name for long.”

A chill crept into the room, and she wondered, idly, if Ryuuko was using her elemental powers to frost up the windows or something.

“I can see the future. It’s kinda hard to prove, but…” He cleared his throat nervously, his helmet tilting back as if he were looking skyward. “At least one of us will not be leaving here tonight.”

It went very still.

“We’re gonna die?!”

“Oh, you’d better be saying that one of us is sleeping here!”

“Shitshitshitshitshit –!”

“How far can you see into the future?” she asked.

A couple of people paused to send her Looks, their expressions a mix of pure disapproval and horror.

She gave an awkward little smile. At least most of the screaming had subsided, she had shocked it out of them.

Enough so that the last person, the boy with the cat head mask, could step up. Not literally, he stayed firmly in place, just barely leaning away from the circle, his hands in his hoodie pockets (probably clutching a weapon), with a kind of wariness that had only been proven correct by the apparent prophet’s prediction.

“Hi, I’m Chat Noir,” he said carefully. “I can do…”

He disappeared from view.

And that was when all hell broke loose.

Because there was a high whining sound and Hawkmoth’s eyes widened just before a hole tore itself through his torso.

Light flickered in the man’s eyes in the most literal sense before he crumpled in a heap.

It was silent for just a moment.

And then everyone leapt into action.

She stood among the chaos, her eyes wide as she stared at Hawkmoth’s prone form. Minute shivers ran up and down her spine. She knew she needed to move, but she didn’t. It wasn’t like a healer did too much good during a fight anyways.

As for everyone else… well, they weren’t faring too well, either. Fighting someone you couldn’t see was nigh impossible – and she suspected that was at least part of why Chat had gone for Hawkmoth, he couldn’t know if his ability to sense emotions would allow him to pinpoint him while he was invisible – and no one was particularly eager to try. They all just wanted to go. Rena Rouge disappeared in a puff of orange smoke. Pegasus dropped through a portal he created on the floor. Tigress was out the doors in seconds. Ryuuko used a blast of wind to jump onto a nearby machine in hopes of escaping that way. Polymouse split off into a bunch of avatars, allowing the real one to rush towards a nearby vent.

She took a hesitant step forward.

A hand reached out and locked around her wrist.

She looked up to find ‘Cassandra’. “Wha –?”

“You’re a healer, right?”

“How –?” She began, but he didn’t bother waiting for her to finish.

“Good. Come on,” he hissed, his expression impossible to see behind the visor of his helmet, and deciphering it was little more than a pipe dream, but she knew better than to disagree with someone this determined.

They used the fact that Chat Noir was, presumably, getting caught up dealing with Polymouse’s clones to escape, rushing out a nearby door. ‘Cassandra’ paused for just a second to pull a pipe free – the area it came from steamed and whistled in protest, a noxious-looking white gas spilling out – and then shoved it in front of the door to stop Chat from following them.

Marinette could only follow behind as he dragged her away. Out the door and into an alley.

It was here that she realized that, apparently, the helmet wasn’t for show.

She whistled lowly as he dragged her over to a hoverbike and started fumbling in his pockets for his keys. It was a nice model. Not new by any means, she could see quite a few scratches in the metal, but definitely tricked out.

He tugged at her arm insistently, and she grimaced before clambering on behind him.

Within seconds, they were gone.

They zipped about the city for a while. Aimless, it would seem. But, in reality, they were just trying to shake off an invisible tail.

Honestly, it was a little awkward. Neither of them could talk without screaming, everything else would be lost in the wind, so they simply went in silence. The only time the quiet was broken was so that she could relay her address to him, and that had taken all of two seconds.

He seemed kind of lost in thought, anyways, so she wasn’t sure whether he would have been the best conversation partner at the moment.

And, it really wasn’t that long of a trip to her house, so she didn’t mind too much.

He looked up at the location, and for a moment he was silent. And then he turned to look at her.

“You have an apartment?”

She gave a slight nod, not bothering to ask why he was so surprised. It wasn’t uncommon for people like them to be homeless, not when they were young. Whether because they got thrown out for being ‘freaks’ or because their parents tried to use them, they never seemed to last too long in their birth homes.

She wasn’t an exception.

“My dad was nice enough to adopt me.” Something soft crossed her face momentarily. “And my brother, but who cares about him?”

He gave a quiet laugh, but it sounded slightly forced.

She took that as her cue to slide off the bike.

She moved to walk into her apartment, to pretend that a large portion of this night hadn’t happened, but a hand clamped around her wrist again and she was forced to turn to look at him.

“I’ll contact you,” he told her.

She swallowed thickly. “Uh… okay, I’ll just give you my –.”

“I don’t need your number,” he said, waving her off absently. “Already have it.”

“How…?” She said, only to trail off when he tapped his finger to his head. “Right. Prophet.”

He nodded once. “I’ll call you later. It’s easier to deal with another meta if we all work together, right?”

“Of course, friendship is magic,” she deadpanned, rolling her eyes.

He gave a good-natured laugh. But it trailed off strangely, and she found herself shifting uncomfortably under his scrutiny.

His head tilted to the side just slightly. “You wanted to know how far into the future I can see.”

She nodded slightly, a blush rising to her cheeks as she looked at her feet. “I mean… yeah. I heard that the best way to get people to stop panicking was to shock them, so I decided to do something blatantly stupid. I don’t… like people being in distress. Makes me uncomfy.”

He hummed lightly, nodding his head in a way that seemed understanding.

“Do you still want to know?”

She gave a tiny, noncommittal shrug.

“As far as I want to. But, y’know, no matter what, my Vision always seems to stop sometime this year.”

She blinked at him. Did that mean…?

“You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?”

Marinette fought the urge to back up a step. She did, however, slide a hand into her pocket and grab her gun, her finger coming to rest over the trigger.

She didn’t care if trying to fight a prophet could only ever end terribly for her. From the tone of voice he was using, she suspected it wasn’t going to be something she could opt out of.

He chuckled a little, but it wasn’t nearly as warm as the other one had been. He lifted his hands in a mocking kind of surrender. “What? I’m not accusing you, I was just wondering if you could help. Y’know, with you being a healer and all.”

She glanced back, towards her apartment. And then turned back to him, their eyes meeting for just a second.

“Afraid I don’t know anything about healing metas’ powers. Not even sure if fixing malfunctions counts as healing.”

“Mm. Worth a shot, I guess.” He straightened again on his bike. “See you later.”

She nodded wordlessly.

She watched the pale blue glow of the bike disappear from sight, the colors still streaking in her vision a little, and then quietly head up into her apartment.

Her family wasn’t home, that much was obvious, so she didn’t bother calling out for them as she kicked her shoes off and headed into the living room. A couple of takeout boxes lay on the table, and she smiled as she picked up a box of fried rice. Her brother would be pissed once he realized she ate it all, therefore she would make sure to do so.

Her plan for the night set, she turned on the news and collapsed on the couch with her food.

Just over an hour later, the window slid open.

She didn’t even seem to notice as a person slipped inside, blood dripping down the front of his shirt, the fake fur of his mascot head matted.

And then the girl blinked once and looked over.

“Oh, Adrien, you’re back? Could you show yourself?”

There was a moment before he materialized out of thin air, his cheeks tinted pink as he tossed the cat head aside. “Sorry. Forgot.”

“It’s fine. How’d it go? The damn prophet made me leave, so I couldn’t help.”

He groaned a little, dropping onto the couch. “It’s fine. As long as he doesn’t know…” Marinette glanced away, but thankfully he was too tired to notice. He groaned again, louder this time, and stretched across her lap. “Whatever. Let me tell you, that Polymouse person is a bitch to fight. I’m not even sure if I actually killed her, or just her avatars...”

He continued to complain well into the night. She listened, her fingers just barely carding through his hair, her power just barely thrumming beneath her skin as she healed his bruises before they could fully form.

And the two of them were safe.

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A girl sat on a beam connecting two windows. The backpack she wore made her look even younger than she was, but even at the age of 16 no one would ever doubt that her family had enough money for her to work toward higher education. She was severely out of place in the dingy environment – her clothes were immaculately clean and her holopad was without cracks and her smile was just a little too bright for her to be anything other than a kept child. Her jacket was pooled around her, allowing her to bask in one of the few sunny days they will get this year. Her legs swung innocently as she typed away on the interface. The flowerpots on a balcony near her seemed to almost lean in her direction, as if she could provide them even more life than the sun would ever be able to.

She was the kind of person people just can’t seem to hate. The one who always seemed to know exactly what you need, when you need it. The person who can talk to anyone, who can immediately slip into a lighthearted banter with strangers that leaves them feeling warm and fuzzy inside hours later. The girl who loved life so much that it spilled over into everyone else, no matter how sad they are.

She was a liar.

◎◎◎◎

A boy trekked through the city, joining in on the foot traffic. He moved at a brisk pace. Not because he is in a hurry, but because that is what everyone else is doing. He had blond hair, green eyes, and a pleasant little smile gracing his features. His black sweater seemed to swamp him, leaving him looking thinner and smaller than he really was. His shadow stretched behind him, just a little too long, but no one ever looked at him long enough to see.

He was the kind of person that no one ever seemed to remember. The one who you swear you went to elementary school with, but his name never seemed to leave the tip of your tongue. The person who only ever seemed to be a face in the crowd. The boy who had his name misspelled in all of the yearbooks he was actually included in.

He, too, was a liar.

◎◎◎◎

An old man hobbled about a kitchen. His cane knocked on the wood with every step. The smell of garlic hung in the air. A tea kettle whistled for attention and he smiled as he slowly picked it up and set it on the table. Two screens hover near his head and, from time to time, he looked at them, watching the two people he lived with go about their days. And then he would go back to making dinner, back to tending to the steak he was frying up and the cookie dough that just didn’t seem to want to come together no matter how hard he tried.

He was the kind of person that seemed to radiate safety and love. The one who you run to for help when you notice someone following you. The person who always smiles at everyone, no matter how terrible they were to him. The old man who calls everyone sweetheart and honey and sweetie with that kind little smile that makes you relax instantly.

He, of course, was the biggest liar of them all.

◎◎◎◎

They were a family.

They were anything but.

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This poll so cruelly did not include Dickinette so let me retrify that with a part 2...

In a debate with someone in the Maribat sever

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Vote for Maribat Rare Pairs

The Maribat Rare Pairs server is hosting an event to promote more rare pairs in the maribat fandom! Come vote for your favorite rare pairs to ensure they get a spotlight and therefore more content!

Feel free to join the server or simply follow the tumblr today!!!

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Maribat fic recs!

I have decided to start a new event to help us come together as a community where we can anonymously recommend fics we enjoy. I will be posting everyone's recommendations on the last day of every month, so look out for those posts!

I can start:

My favorite fic in this fandom is I Would Like One Family Please by Celestial_Void_the_3rd on Ao3 (@celestial-void-the-3rd).

A bit of a basic rec, but I really do enjoy it! I think that the characters are well-written and interesting. The character interactions always make me smile (for one reason or another...). The recurring gags also make me Very Happy. I recommend it, but PLEASE check the tags/warnings before reading. Thank you to the author for writing it!

Here is a link to a form you can fill out with your own recs!

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So you like rare pairs? What're your hot takes on Maribat Rare Pairs? - Percy

Okay, I'm not sure how hot these takes are but here are a couple.

Marinette Does Not Need to be featured in Every Rare Pair Fic

Marinette does not need to be featured in every single fic when the ship does not include her. Where there is still heavy focus on Mari (in let's say a Jaydrien fic), the Jaydrien begins to feel like a side ship despite it being the main focus.

Maribat Rare Pairs should not be discouraged or treated like they are "not rare pairs" for including a traditional 'main pairing' as the side pairing

There are so many cool ships that complement Mari ships that deserve their own full light instead of being the 'side piece' in fics. It can be really disheartening as a writer to have a fic, especially one you're proud of, dragged down because you included a 'main ship' (Daminette, Timari, Jasonette) as the side pair. Rare pairs should be celebrated when they try to show what they can be instead of shunned into the darkness.

There should be more DC characters aged down for fics

With the rare pair ship Brucinette, for example, there tends to be a lot of aging the Miraculous characters up. Why not explore the ships by aging them down? The Gotham tv show gives an idea of younger Bruce Wayne and maybe it would be cool to see younger Clark figuring out his powers and Marinette comes across him while visiting her parents' old friends Jonathan and Martha Kent.

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Maribat Media Poll Sunday: #0

This is the official start of a new standard for this blog. Weekly polls!

These polls will be just about anything you can think of.

They will be centered around Maribat, if that was not already clear, but feel free to leave some polls you would like to see either in the replies, reblog, or an ask!

Note: If you leave it in an ask, please specify that it is a poll request.

Here's a 'mini' poll to start us off! (check below line)

If you have any pairing that is a rare pair, poly ship or bio parent that got you into the fandom, shoot that relationship out! Do so however you feel comfortable (in tags or reblog)

Extra Special Challenge: If you happen to remember the exact piece (fic, artwork, drabble, incorrect quote) or the author/creator of the piece, give them a shootout in a reblog of this!

Alternative to Special Challenge: If you can't remember who/what you got you into the fandom, shootout the creators or friends that have helped instead!