#marinette layouts

[noircides]

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[zouhai]

꒰꒰ㅤ﹕★ ladynoir matching gif icons

♡/↻ if u use ^_^ ~

[sbrinapacks]

HII could i pls get sabrina x marinette from miraculous ladybug 🩷🩷

[yoonwifes]

hello !! i was wondering if you could make a marinette dupain-cheng discord layout?

⠀𓈒ྐ𖥽ྀིི⠀┣▇▇▇═──⠀⠀✙ི𖾝⠀⠀marinette dupain-cheng ( from miraculous ladybug ) discord layout for anon !

done !! hope u like it ,, please dm me for any changes ! < 3

[vivzgrr]

mari layout!!

☕️ 🥐 🩰

[cast-blizzara]

VERSION 1  |  Minerva I Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Miraculous Ladybug

[star-goyle]

Don’t be mean to her she’s got anxiety

[eightofpents]

incoherent werepapas thoughts below the cut.

this Fucking episode.

First of all what a great fucking Gorilla episode. Everyone else go home this is about him now.

I love him so much. I Need more of Nathalie and Le Gorille please please please

I hate tom's new face a lot for some reason. And Adrien's portuguese va.

I think it's a symptom of very mid subtitles but I hope Gina really does call Adrien a princess.

They've upgraded to 2 hamsters!

oh my god "Give me Nathalie."

headcanon confirmed: they're living in the Graham de Vanily's house. I'm sure Gabriel Hated that :)

It's one thing to turn into your father. It's another to turn into your father in law.

I would die for Gabriel's mother. I would kill for Emilie's.

Living in sin, 50 years, still goin' strong <3

So there's, like, alcohol in the cheese, right? I assume if I was the type of person who knew what the hell food that's supposed to be I would know this.

FINALLY MAGICAL GIRL TRANSFORMATION SEQUENCE the new earring thing is so cooool. the sparkles the wingssss

Why does she make Wolf Grassette so beefy.

Someone pointed out the fan lucky charm from the trailer, calling Felix to mind. It's also preceded by Master Fu's (apparently very heavy?) teapot. I have no idea if they're intentional?

Marinette tries real hard to get Grandma to give up the akuma, so if Felix Did do something with the amok, she's not in on it.

Five feet apart cause they're not gay.

MY MAN! HE'S SUCH AN ASSHOLE. I LOVE HIM

Baby Nathalie! She's not wearing her glasses? Her hair is redder here but her eye shadow is back, ie, one is stylistic, one is Nathalie. I can't tell if her lipstick is meant to be pink or red, but her nails are light again. Also no earrings.

Why's the fucking funeral portrait up already.

They moved the stairs in Adrien's room for some reason. Someday I'm gonna have something concrete and/or erudite to say about the layout of this house and then you'll all get to see how obsessed I am with it.

On that topic. I believe we don't get to see the stairs over the new elevator. (Stupid lamp in the way :/) And Adrien goes the long way around. So I wonder if they, did something there?

Also finally a (real) look at the Agreste's bedroom!

They don't get a fireplace for some reason! (More fuel for my Nathalie's-in-the-master-bedroom-actually thoughts :] ) (It could be on a different wall, sure, but it belongs on that one.)

And why'd they do this to the doors?? That line should Not reach the top it looks dumb. They changed the double doors a little too but those look fine. (Great, actually.)

OH ALSO bullshit Emilie's getting around that house in a wheelchair its a fucking death trap.

[tanoraqui]

Dungeon Meshi Liveblog: Kill a Dragon, Rez a Falin

I just like when they're friends like this :)

This, too, is taken from another post, but truly this dynamic is sooo funny of

Chilchuck: I am not a fighter!

Chilchuck, any time he has any sort of ranged weapon: [aims with pinpoint accuracy]

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This is just literally that moment in every Miraculous Ladybug episode where everything goes gray and the things Marinette is about to use for a Plan "light up" one by one in red with black spots. Please someone draw fanart of this. And maybe an entire Miraculous Ladybug AU. Yes I think Kabru would have to be Chat Noir - in terms of deuteragonist-ness is SHOULD be Marcille, but she and Laios just doesn't have enough of a bizarre push and pull Dynamic. We need real character foils to pull off that relationship square.

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Raw fucking dialogue.

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THE PERIODIC ADS ON THIS SITE FOR PRINTING OR CLOTHING OR SHOES REALLY ADD TO THE EXPERIENCE.

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Agh agh agh, looking at this, thinking about Namari's explanation of how much body mass you can lose before resurrection gets harder...

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Carving this tunnel into the dragon and physically walking in emphasizes how big it was much more than anything we saw while it was alive, and it's sooo cool.

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This ad was a great millisecond of cliffhanger, unironically.

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These opening pages of the next chapter are so devastating. After all the movement of the fight, this simple layout and minimal dialogue make the grief and horror and just emptiness, emptiness where Falin should be, where hope for Falin should be, ring like a low and broken bell. Driven in just a little deeper by Laios admitting he doesn't know a monsters fact (warg bones vs human bones) - there is helplessness, too. He's just doing the only thing he can, which is so little, in all this terrible caesura.

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And then this! Marcille and Laois don't have the messy meatiness of relationship to carry and Miraculous Ladybug love square, but they are JOINTLY the parallel to the Mad Mage, and that's fascinating. They're on the same page here: Laios's "No" isn't just the denial of grief, it's a flat "That's not what we'll do." This is Laios - of course he's already thinking about how the red dragon is perfectly functional meat. As is Marcille, at last 100% in-step with him re: monsters = meat, here in the final steps to save Falin. With magic and drive and an absolute determination to save Falin, they're going to walk hand in hand into the darkness, and if something in their devours them (or their party, or the surface world...) - well, it'll have to beat them first, because throughout this world it's eat or be eaten, and those who want it most, win.

(And it IS fascinating that they do this while, so far as I've seen, basically remaining at the relationship tier of "good friends/in-laws." This isn't Found Family, it's Found Really Good Co-Workers; and I LOVE that.)

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THE PARALLEL COMPOSITION AND DIALOGUE TO THE ABOVE SCREENSHOT WHEN LAIOS WENT TO KILL THE DRAGON THOUGH!! I'M FERAL!!!

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Obsessed with the decision to frame this as a monster meal.

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Blood! In! Hair! Blood! In! Hair! Man, when I saw that post saying this wished this show was in the show, I vaguely assumed her hair had gotten messed up in the fight but she didn't bother to fix it for the ritual; but in fact her hair was braided literally 1 panel ago - she undid that and DELIBERATELY (or at least uncaringly) ran her bloody hand through it.

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YOU WISH YOUR GIRLFRIEND WAS AS COOL AS THIS PANEL! Oh fuck yeah, eyes went white. That's when you know the magic is awesome.

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HUNGER AND EATING AS A SIGN, SYMPTOM, STIPULATION AND SYNECDOCHE OF BEING ALIVE!!!

Alas, but with good okay slightly postponed and belated timing I must now go to bed.

[verfound]

You are not wrong. Her bedroom is one of the best sets in the show.

But it's also a fucking lie.

I know why. I know it's too much to draw/animate, blah blah blah be reasonable Ver, but look me in the eye and tell me Marinette Dupain-Cheng, up and coming fashion designer and general Crafty and Creative Person, has a room that clean. Where are the half-finished projects? The WIP sketches? The prototypes? The drying posters? The basket of yarn hiding in the corner? The box of gift wrap supplies stashed under the desk? The bookcase overflowing with beads and string and felt and paint and tell me her desk is ever that clear look me in the face I dare you.

I know, I know. We've seen her attempting to clean the Liberty. She might like to clean, she might appreciate the value of a clean work space, or it might just be something Sabine's drilled into her after the nth time tripping over a bolt of fabric or accidentally knocking over a tin of buttons.

But look me dead in the eye and tell me that is a realistic bedroom for a teenage crafter.

Leaning over the rail for gossip.

More like leaning over the rail, spiraling in executive dysfunction as she tries to decide which space to clean first before she gives up and contemplates it over another round of UMS.

“chat noir is gorgeous” this and “adrien’s so pretty” that. when are you all going to wake up and realize that the most attractive thing in this show is marinette’s bedroom

SHE HAS A DESK UNDER HER FUCKING BED

A FUCKING VANITY WITH A SINK. AND A LOFTED BED. AND A COUCH.

i just know that bed is so fun to hang off of. the gossip she and alya must be telling at sleepovers while leaning over the rail to talk down to the other person. chat hanging off of it by his knees like a bat. and doing vertical sit ups

[yunyin]

@masilvi and I worked on this together for the @adrinettezine's inner covers! She handled the bg, layout, and the red string (which goes through each page of the zine and is one of my favorite touches) and I drew Adrien and Marinette.

Leftovers on sale till April 21st! https://adrinettezine.bigcartel.com/

[miraculouslbcnreactions]

One thing that kinda bothers me about Miraculous Ladybug is that it's too many Miraculous in the main series (not including the specials). Why couldn't seven be enough. Because it just makes you wonder. "Why didn't Marinette give Chloé another miraculous so she could still be a hero and continue her way to be good, with a secret identity this time?". Or why she couldn't give the holders from miracul queen other miraculous because their identities got revealed.

Plus it just gets too much and unnecessary. Especially with the powers that just feel like Dollarstore copies. That's why when I rewrite the story, that there's only the seven main miraculous.

Speaking of them, I would have the butterfly being made for for evil purpose from the beginning and that whoever wears it gets their soul and heart slowly corrupted. That would explain why Gabriel is the way he is. And you could even make it so it doesn't have a kwami at all. That would make it more outstanding from the other six.

Having the butterfly be something other than a miraculous would do a lot to fix the problem with all of the main show's magical problems being miraculous-based, begging the question of what good they add to the world. Not sure it's a change I'd make as it's a pretty big deviation from canon and I do try to stick as close to canon as I can for my fixes, but it's definitely not a bad one.

The change I strongly agree with is cutting down the miracle box. There's a reason that most team shows keep their numbers small. Five to seven seems to be the sweet spot. I would never do more than 10, but I personally like the season two lineup plus Luka and Kagami in non-romance roles. Between them and Fu, that's eight heroes/support characters and two villains, meaning I'd have nine to ten miraculous in play at the most. When were talking full rewrite, I don't tend to honor canon's miracle box layout since there's no logic to it. I start with lore and figure out which miraculous I'll keep based on that.

[zoe-oneesama]

Ooooohhhh I love little devil's design!!! What's her weapon, do you have any reference or layout?? Your character designs are all so cool!!

In Scarlet Lady, she's on the same level as the Nightmare Ladybug from the canon episode "Sandboy". Brutal, strong, and has the big beserker sword that Antibug had and canon keeps bringing back lol.

Originally, I made Little Devil 4 years ago when the sneak peak for "Chameleon" came out because it was the first time I could feasibly see Marinette being akumatized, so I had a clear vision (lol and then the episode ACTUALLY had her almost akumatized.

She didn't have a weapon, but could fly and had little minions who would repeat back a person's worst thoughts about themselves until the person got turned into an agonized and violent devil themself. And of course those minions could report back to Little Devil the thoughts they collected (they had to come in contact with someone to hear them) so that she could use them against the person if she wanted.

Back then I theorized that someone like Chloe would be immune, or at least would shrug off the attacks, because their self image was so good. Now I'd add Luka, Kagami, unfortunately Lila, and probably Mme. Bustier. You can probably guess from that list that being "immune" isn't necessarily a badge of Good Character.

[starwarsmum]

Day 1 of Daminette December! Prompt of the day is Fae

@maribat-calendar-events

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng, daughter of Tom and Sabine, ward of the fae Tikki, I task you with finding and neutralising the despicable man abusing our kin, Nooroo. You will return to your parents abode, replacing the changeling I traded you for and assuming your rightful place. As a reward for your service, you will be freed after completion of this task.”

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Marinette awoke in a very pink room. She glanced around and saw that she was in a loft bed, with a room full of fabrics and trinkets. It was alien to her and she missed the comforting space that Tikki had made her in the Wildwood. It had been full of greens and nature and she felt uneasy by all of the obvious unnatural technology around her.

A sudden movement made Marinette spin in place and take a defensive stance. But it was only Tikki, in her smallest and least threatening form. The tiny creature took the form that semi-resembled a Ladybug, but too big and without any wings. 

“Good morning Marinette! I'm glad you are awake early, you should read the changeling's diary to make sure you are prepared for the day,” Tikki said wisely. “I have been splitting my time between here and the Wildwood, so there are things we will need to discuss, but first you will need to acquaint yourself with your new life.”

The diary was a quick study, and Marinette found that she wasn't surprised that Tikki had been facilitating her changeling to transform into a superhero so that she could try to narrow down the suspects and release Nooroo without relinquishing hold of Marinette.

Looking at the clock, Marinette realized that she would need to head downstairs before she was late. She hadn't had to be anywhere on time before, and she found the novelty exciting. So she dressed herself quickly after rummaging through her closet. She discarded several of the same outfits before landing on a green dress that reminded her of her other home.

To say her parents were surprised to see her downstairs before they had to remind her to get up was an understatement. Sabine had all but shrieked when she had turned around to see Marinette standing silently in the kitchen, pouring orange juice into a glass.

“Sweetheart, you gave me such a fright! But I'm proud of you for being up on time, I know today is a big day for you.” The woman was friendly, but looking at Marinette with a slightly furrowed brow. “Are you feeling alright? You look…different.”

“I'm fine,” Marinette said, flexing her hands as she realized that they had been clenched. “I should get to school, I have to…do something.”

Sabine nodded, looking even more concerned but didn't stop Marinette from leaving. Wincing at the bright sunlight, Marinette crossed the street and entered the school grounds. As she crossed the threshold of the building she paused, uncertain. Where was she supposed to go? The diary hadn't given her a floor plan.

Fortunately - was it fortunate, the way a girl clamped onto her arm and made a high pitched squeal? Marinette wasn't sure - someone she presumed had to be the changeling's best friend Alya came up to her. They exchanged greetings and all Marinette had to do was trail after the girl.

She was stumped slightly by the layout of the room, tiers of seats that all looked the same staring down at her. But again luck seemed to be with her, because Alya walked her to her seat, chattering away about something called a bat-man and a red breasted bird. 

“You're lucky, you'll get to sit with a seatmate without splitting your desk into three,” Alya said, smiling at her. Marinette nodded, not knowing what to say or what the other girl was talking about. “Are you doing okay girl, you seem different today?”

“Just thinking about what I've got to do today,” Marinette answered truthfully. Having been raised by Tikki, she had a respect for dancing around the truth without lying. Since she wasn't a fae, she could lie, but she would rather not. It was harder to get caught out for a lie if you never told one in the first place.

Soon after that the teacher, Caline Bustier, called for the class to calm down, although her own demeanour betrayed an excitement. She was quick to explain that the class from America would be there shortly, having landed the previous day. When she called out to Marinette to help welcome the class, the girl didn't hesitate and followed the teacher through the door.

“Now Marinette, I just wanted to remind you that there are several high profile students in the class that is joining us today. It will be important to treat everyone with respect and try not to influence any of them in regards to any of our students that you may not get along with.”

“Okay Madame Bustier,” Marinette said quietly, memorising the route from the classroom to the office downstairs where they would be receiving the other class. The room was already full and Marinette swept her eyes over the group of twenty new students. 

A quick round of introductions had Marinette attempting to memorise the names and faces of everyone in the room. Her eyes lingered on one particular boy who had eyes the same colour as her dress and a sharp look directed at her. She met his eyes steadily, until one of his classmates elbowed him and he turned to scowl at the other boy.

The other class was split, half of them going to Madame Mendeleiev’s class. The boy with the striking eyes and scowl was not part of that half, and Marinette felt her curiosity spiking. It took her a moment to control her reaction to him, so accustomed was she to Tikki funneling so much of her personality to the changeling. 

Walking quietly back to the classroom, Marinette retook her seat and waited to have someone assigned to her desk. She felt an urge to draw something, even though she had never done it unless completely alone. But even with the crowds of people, she felt alone.

It soothed her, her hands automatically following a pattern she had followed so many times when she was left idle in the Wildwood, sketching out the shape of a person with a brooding face and strong shoulders. She hesitated as she filled in details, not wanting to be caught drawing the handsome stranger for some reason.

She felt a shadow fall over her and looked up, only to find the same boy standing next to her. His gaze flickered from her face to the paper in front of her and she felt a heat spread across her face and neck. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced before and she had the sudden urge to crumple the paper into a ball.

“I am supposed to be sitting next to you,” the boy said eventually, motioning for her to move further into the seat. She nodded slowly before sliding along the bench. 

Something felt wrong. Marinette had only interacted with fae up to this point and, though many of them had been beautiful, none had made her feel like her heart was in her throat. That she was next to a burning furnace and her pale skin was alight. 

But this boy, this handsome and tight-lipped boy, was making her heart hammer as though she were in a race. Her stomach rolled almost unpleasantly, and she found she could hardly speak in his presence. 

He must be a sorcerer of some magnitude, she thought to herself. She would have to quiz Tikki about her symptoms and the boy when they were alone. But for now, she introduced herself to him and was reminded of his first name in return: Damian. 

Marinette could admit by lunchtime that she was overwhelmed. Her nerves were completely strung out from having sat next to Damian for the entire morning and she hadn't understood any of the classes she had sat through. She was desperate to attend the art class that afternoon, positive her creative energy, which had sustained Tikki these long sixteen years, would make it easy.

“Marinette! Are you coming to the cafeteria for lunch, or are you disappearing home again?” Alya called from the front of the classroom. Continue this hell over a break? No thank you. Marinette shook her head, an apologetic smile on her lips.

“You do not stay on campus for lunch?” Damian asked, eyes sharp. Marinette shook her head again, feeling the strange fluttering in her stomach once more. “If it is not too much of an imposition, may I accompany you? I detest the thought of mingling with these classmates over long.”

“Sure,” Marinette said in a croak, blushing at the outward sign that she was affected by him. He nodded and that was that: they headed out of the school and across the road to the bakery.

“Marinette! You have some lunch upstairs, and if you would like to take some pastries to share with your friend that's fine,” Sabine said as she entered the bakery, and Marinette gave an awkward smile. 

Choosing pastries seemed to take an unreasonable amount of time and Marinette fidgeted in place. She knew that humans and fae were different in terms of transactionality, but she didn't know how to navigate the strange relationship with her parents.

Once they were seated upstairs, Marinette ate her food without comment, Damian following suit. He seemed to be suspicious of her silence, but did not say anything to her about it.

When there was ten minutes left of their lunch hour, Marinette stood and led Damian back to the school. She wished she was more at ease around humans her age but since Damian wasn't saying anything maybe it wasn't as strange as she believed to sit in silence for the lunch hour.

Noise assaulted her as they arrived in the school building and Marinette flinched slightly. Damian seemed to be equally uncomfortable with the din their classmates were creating but, again, refrained from commenting.

As they made their way across the atrium, a tall boy with black hair and blue eyes bounded over to them, excited energy practically vibrating out of him. He stopped in front of them, and Marinette wondered if she was supposed to know him until he spoke to Damian.

“Dames, there you are! Why didn't you come find me for lunch? And who's this?” He asked, turning to Marinette with a bubbly smile. “Hi, I'm Jonathan Lane Kent, I'm Damian's best friend, what's your name?”

“Marinette,” she replied in a quiet voice, hesitantly accepting the handshake he offered her. She thought that there was something strange about the boy, not quite fae but not a hundred percent human either. And his willingness to provide his full name was disconcerting.

“Tt, you are aware that if I had remained on campus I would have had to deal with multiple new people,” Damian sneered, glaring suspiciously at those standing closest. “As it was, I was able to spend the lunch hour in relative quiet. Marinette is an adequate companion for lunchtimes as she did not pester me with inane questions or pointless small talk.”

“Whoa, that's pretty high praise coming from you,” Jon chortled, and Marinette relaxed as he gave her another friendly smile. Maybe she was more capable of blending in than she thought, if the first person she spent one-on-one time with believed her to be adequate. 

They were about to go into their classrooms when an alarm split the air. All of the French students started to murmur excitedly, those closest to any American students giving brief explanations of the akuma situation. 

Marinette eased out of everyone's lines of sight until she was hidden in an alley nearby. Tikki had drilled into her that she would need to take the place of Ladybug as the changeling would no longer be able to draw on Marinette's creative energy during a transformation.

When she slipped into the persona of Ladybug, she didn't so much as change personality as she did feel more free to act as herself. The magically enhanced suit was a rush and she wondered how she would cope when she was unable to transform like this in future. 

Shaking off her self-reflection she leaped into action, feeling like she finally knew what she was doing. Everything flowed that much easier, and she crashed into the battle with power thrumming through her veins. 

“M’lady, what a pleasure it is to see you again,” Chat Noir purred, his green eyes flashing over her. She frowned at the blond boy and she could feel the energy of Plagg, one of Tikki's oldest companions, wrapped around him.

The diary had explained that this boy was a voracious flirt and often made the changeling - she needed to come up with a new name for the creature, she surely couldn't keep calling it ‘the changeling’ - uncomfortable with his grandiose gestures.

And so Marinette made the choice to ignore Chat Noir in favour of throwing herself into battle with the akuma. The pigeon themed man was using birds as soldiers and Marinette ignored them as well to plow her foot into his face.

She called for her lucky charm as she stood over the man, who was cursing as she stood over him, before breaking the akumatised object and cleansing the dark butterfly. She watched the newly white butterfly flutter away before setting right the work of Monsieur Pigeon.

“Uh, wow, that was one of our quickest battles yet!” Chat said, eyeing Marinette with curiosity. “A lot more straightforward than your usual plans too.”

“Creativity has its place, but why waste that gift when a straightforward solution is available?” Marinette frowned, worrying suddenly that she had made an error. She was supposed to be blending in, she couldn't risk people knowing that she wasn't the same Marinette they had always known.

Fortunately she was spared from answering further by the beeps from her earrings and swung away with only a quick farewell. 

The rest of Marinette's day was both simpler and more complicated than she had thought it would be. She found it agonising that everyone was discussing the battle and apparent changes in Ladybug's manner, but it meant that hardly anyone was paying her any attention.

The exception to this was Damian, who had his eye on her practically from the moment she stepped back into the room until the day ended. She wasn't sure if this was because he was already suspicious of her or for some other, more personal reason.

So it was with relief that she stepped back into the bakery and greeted Tom and Sabine. She didn't stop, however, until she was safely secluded back in her attic room. Taking comfort in the solitude for a moment, she slumped into the computer chair. 

“You did very well today, Marinette,” Tikki said, floating over the monitor so she could be seen easily. “If you are able to be efficient with your battles we should be able to find and free Nooroo in no time.”

“But I think other people are going to be suspicious if Ladybug changes so much all at once at the same time that Marinette changes,” she replied as she chewed on her bottom lip. “I don't know how to better understand the changeling's behavior.”

“You could always merge her memories,” Tikki said brightly, flipping over. “Taking on her memories means that you'll know what she's experienced and how she reacted in certain situations.”

“Will taking on her memories change me?” Marinette asked fearfully, needing the information but not wanting to lose herself.

“Marinette, all of our experiences change us,” Tikki said gently. “But if you mean will your personality be overtaken by the changeling’s then the answer is no. Your will is far too strong to be subsumed like that.”

“Okay then,” Marinette whispered back, soothed by the fae’s inability to lie to her. “Show me everything I need to know.”

“It will wait until you are ready to sleep,” Tikki replied, settling into Marinette's hair. “You can better assimilate the memories whilst unconscious.”

Marinette sighed but didn't argue. She would make it through the meal with her family and then, hopefully, she would be more prepared for school the next few days.

_ _ _

When Marinette woke the next morning she felt different. It wasn't like she was more sure of herself, or that she knew everything she needed to know, but she felt a little less panicked. And as she looked around her room it felt more like she belonged there. 

She grimaced slightly at the pictures plastered over her walls of the classmate the changeling - Bridgette, she decided to call her - had been obsessed with. Frowning more pronouncedly, Marinette didn't hesitate before pulling pins out of pictures and throwing the pictures into her bin. 

Looking at her handiwork, she decided the wall looked better bare. Then she moved over to her desktop and changed the background to some designs she had finished, mixed in with random pictures she liked the look of. Maybe now she would feel inspired to create when she looked at the screen.

By the time she was finished it was still too early to head to school so she decided to look more seriously through her closet to find her favourite outfits. She got different feelings of nostalgia as she pulled the items out today; a red sweater Bridgette had made that reminded her of a lonely Valentine's day, a black skater skirt that invoked nervousness she managed to associate with an interview she had done for a local fashion blog.

Once she was dressed - and the wardrobe was rearranged to display the clothes she liked best - she headed down for breakfast. Her mother seemed surprised again and Marinette felt a twinge of guilt. Bridgette had been this woman's daughter, had been raised as someone they had loved and been proud of and she had just come and replaced her.

“Morning Maman,” she said cheerily, letting Bridgette's muscle memory allow her face to pull into a smile that made Sabine relax. “It's a beautiful morning, isn't it?”

“Yes, though I have to say I'm surprised you're awake early two days running,” was the sly reply. Marinette rolled her eyes goodnaturedly and shrugged.

“I'm trying to turn over a new leaf, you know? And with the Gotham exchange students coming now seemed like as good a time as any.”

“Well, we'll see if it sticks then,” Sabine said in good humour. “But I'm proud of you for making an effort.”

Marinette beamed and went about sorting her breakfast. She was quicker at it now that she had memories to draw on for where the utensils and crockery were and was out of the door in plenty of time for the school day.

Stepping into the courtyard of the building, Marinette did a quick visual sweep of the area, noting that the Gotham Academy students were already there. In addition to them, she could see Max and Alix chatting, as well as Juleka and Rose. Her lips pursed as she spotted Lila making her way across the courtyard towards the boy who she now knew was probably very socially awkward.

Stepping quickly, she approached Damian as well, getting there only a minute after the other girl. Somehow Lila had already wrapped her fingers tightly around the boy’s upper arm and she was smiling cajolingly at him, as though willing him to accept her. She took a deep breath before interrupting.

“Good morning, do you mind if I borrow you really quickly?” She asked, looking directly at him and ignoring Lila. He nodded sharply before turning away without saying a word. When they were a decent distance from anyone else she let out the breath she was holding. “Sorry about that, Lila is a little opportunistic and doesn't really take no for an answer. Based on yesterday I thought you might appreciate an out.”

“I appreciate your stepping in,” he answered stiffly, though he did look slightly relieved. She nodded and walked him to their shared classroom, pleased that she could better understand other people's expressions with Bridgette's memories. “And I also wanted to thank you for allowing me into your home yesterday. If it is not too intrusive, might I do the same again today? Being around so many people is irritating.”

“Sure thing,” she said, scooting along the bench so he could sit with her. Once they were both seated they lapsed into silence. Marinette appreciated the quiet and took the time to try and organise her thoughts for the day.

With Damian sitting next to her, nobody else from the class felt inclined to bother her, although that could be more to do with the excitement of having new seatmates in their class. Even with all of Bridgette's memories Marinette wasn't sure how she should behave with the rest of her classmates. She inwardly cringed when she thought of the obsessive behaviour the changeling had expressed towards Adrien.

Speaking of Adrien…he was making his way over to their desk. Marinette watched him with detached curiosity that piqued into full blown interest as she noticed the same destructive energy she had seen around Chat Noir the previous day. 

The thought clunked into place and, even as she thought absently about how easy it was to locate the other half of the duo, she realised that the reason Bridgette was so obsessed with the boy was because of the balancing energy he provided. When she was channeling Marinette's creative energy through Tikki she didn't feel the pull, so Ladybug wasn't infatuated with Chat Noir.

“Hey Marinette! I just wanted to let you know that I have a photoshoot today, and I remembered to ask my dad if you could come to it! It starts during lunch so-”

“Sorry, Adrien, I already have plans for lunch,” she interrupted before he could go any further. She heard a muffled shriek from the seat next to her and glanced to see Rose staring at her in bewilderment. Too late she realised that Bridgette would never have passed up the opportunity but couldn't (and didn't want to) take it back.

“Oh, um, I probably should have messaged you to check your availability,” he replied bashfully, rubbing the back of his neck. “Maybe next time?”

“You did not have to decline for my benefit,” Damian said quietly once they no longer had eyes on them. She looked and he was frowning at her, like he couldn't work out what she wanted.

“I mean, you're only here for two weeks - Adrien has photoshoots constantly. I'll get another chance to see him work but I won't get an extra day getting to know you,” she said with a shrug. He looked like he was going to say more but Madame Bustier called the class to order and they were forced into silence.

[dessarious]

What Makes a Family? Pt28

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"Well, this is it." Marinette didn't know why she was so nervous about this. It was just a school. A school with great access points and camera blind spots. So, wonderful for hero work, but pretty terrible for student safety. Bruce wouldn't try to pull her out because it was less secure than the fortress Cass said her brothers went to, would he? Worse, he could insist on installing updated security and make her life a lot harder. Note to self; do not let Bruce know anything about her school life.

"You need to unclench Dupain-Cheng. You're making me nervous and that doesn't happen." Chloe's dry comment at least let her breathe again. "And I thought I hated this place." The way she muttered it, Marinette was fairly certain Chloe didn't mean to be heard.

"It's not that. I just occurred to me that Mr. Wayne might check security measures if Cass is going here and that could be... inconvenient."

"Yeah, Damocles doesn't say no to powerful people, especially if they're willing to foot the bill. You're going to want to get ahead of that." Great, if Chloe was onboard with her paranoia, she needed to start planning. Wonderful.

"If he does, I'll have Alfred make sure there are holes. The roof for sure." Cass was studying the building with a trained eye.

"You're sure that will work?" Bruce didn't seem the type to allow holes, especially if he wasn't the one using them.

"I'm sure." Cass gave her hand a squeeze and Marinette relaxed slightly. Given Hawkmoth's tendency to attack during school hours, they needed safe ways to leave the building.

"Alright, let's get you familiar with the layout. While I have no intention of being separated while we're here, I'd rather you be comfortable navigating the building on your own." Cass gave her hand another squeeze in response. Marinette wasn't certain why she was so reluctant to have Cass here, but she knew it would only get worse when it was full of people.

Marinette felt even more on edge as they entered the courtyard. The only thing that kept her from noping straight out of there was knowing that Luka, Kagami, and Chloe were watching their backs. The five of them should be able to handle any threat. It didn't stop her from jumping when a voice sounded from above them.

"I can't believe you asked me to meet you in a school." Jason sounded disgusted, and when she looked up, she was met with another surprise. Damian was next to him, scowling down at her. Well, there went her hopes that Bruce wouldn't get involved. As they walked down to meet them, Marinette tried to come up with a Plan B.

"I also asked you to meet me in an hour, so we would be on our way out." She did not want the boys to come along on the tour, given she'd planned on giving Cass a rundown on the best places to disappear and show her the massive gaps in the limited security. "Why don't you two stay here and eat with Luka, Kagami, and Chloe? I'll give Cass a quick tour and we'll be back in fifteen minutes."

"Why did you invite us here if you didn't want to spend time with us?" She wasn't certain what to do with Damian's tone, but his tense stance screamed hurt. She really didn't know what to do with that.

"I do want to spend time with you, which is why I told Jason to be here later so I wouldn't have other things to do."

"And yet you only invited him." There it was. She debated how much she should say.

"I did. He's the only one who seems completely supportive of my boundaries with Mr. Wayne, and he's also the only one who's given me their phone number. I was hoping to get advice from him and Cass about how to approach everyone. I have a feeling that I'm going to have a tense relationship with Mr. Wayne for the foreseeable future, but I would still like to have a chance to get to know the rest of you."

Damian was scowling, but he seemed to be looking through her. Marinette glanced at Cass and her twin offered a comforting smile. Jason, however, seemed to be holding his breath. Eventually, Damian pulled out his phone and handed it to her with a new contact open. She put in her number but left the name blank so he could put in what he wanted. That got a raised eyebrow.

"I do not understand why you're so insistent on shutting Father out. He has a lot of experience that could be valuable to you. You should listen to him." Well, she didn't think they'd get here this quickly.

"Two reasons. First, he's not offering advice. He's trying to control how I live because he thinks he knows better than me. Second, have you ever heard the phrase, take advice from someone who has the life you want?" Damian shook his head. "Well, I don't want M. Wayne's life. Given his romantic history, he's the last person I would want advice from. Yes, he seems to have settled at the moment, but his current relationship with Selina in newer than mine with Luka and Kagami. Given what happened at my parents' house this morning, I certainly don't want his advice on how to have a relationship with the rest of you. My business is exactly where I want it to be, and I can scale it up whenever I'm ready, so I don't need his input on that either. While I wouldn't mind talking to him about it, he seems the type to simply try and take over."

Jason was nodding along to everything she said, but Damian was still scowling at the floor. Cass started signing at him, and his expression turned more neutral.

"Why are you so certain he's wrong?" He at least sounded interested in her answer.

"About my significant others, or in general?"

"Both."

"Well, I know Luka and Kagami, and he doesn't. Not to mention he hasn't given a reason that he distrusts them, so I have no reason to trust his instincts over mine. As for everything else, I'm not certain he's wrong. But until he's willing to have a discussion with me instead of trying to tell me what to do, I'm not going to listen to his opinions on things. Especially things he knows nothing about."

"Good for you. He'll steamroll you if you give him an inch." Jason sounded... proud maybe? "Demon Spawn is still at the stage where he thinks B can do no wrong. He'll learn." Marinette winced.

"Please don't call him that around me. My Maman isn't the only one that doesn't like insulting nicknames. And at his age, his Papa should be infallible. Honestly, I should not have had that discussion in front of any of you, but especially not Damian. And I am sorry about that." Both boys were just staring at her like they couldn't comprehend her words. Given that Cass had laid into Bruce with everyone present, maybe they didn't. Finally, Jason cleared his throat.

"Trust me, you want witnesses. And you don't want other people's opinion of you to be based only on B's grumblings. While most of us know better than to trust outside opinions, you don't want anyone biased against you because he complained."

Marinette managed a distracted hum as she thought of the implications. Not only with Bruce's family. Batman was well respected and a leader of the Justice League. He could cause her an innumerable amount of headaches. She might have to introduce herself to them before he had a chance to claim she was inexperienced, or worse, inept. One more problem to worry about.

"I'm sure it will be fine. I've overcome people thinking badly of me based on other's words before. I can do it again." She could tell her tone was off by the way Jason studied her. It didn't help that Chloe was muttering curses in most modern languages. Cass leaned into her side.

"We should look around. You two stay here." Damian still looked like he wanted to argue with Cass, but Jason grabbed his shoulder and squeezed hard enough that the boy was glaring at him instead.

"You know I'm not going to turn down food. Come on Dem-uh, Damian. They be back before we're finished, and you can keep grilling them then." The Boy let out an annoyed noise, but didn't protest. Chloe herded them back outside, while Cass tugged Marinette further into the building.

"You don't like it here." Marinette could only offer her twin a strained smile.

"It was better when Chloe was still here, but it's my last year."

"We'll make it better." Marinette let out an amused laugh.

"I'm sure you're right. I hope the fact that Alya has figured out Lila's been lying all this time will help, too. Though it could complicate other things as well." Cass hummed in acknowledgement. Given she hadn't met any of the class yet, she had to take Mari's word for everything. "Come on. I need to show you the best places to be able to disappear."

While the school wasn't small, it still only took them ten minutes to do a walk-through. It was honestly a little depressing how little security she had to point out. Between that, roof access, the bathrooms, and that one classroom that for some reason was never in use, she covered all the easy, safe escape points. When they made it outside, Jason was joking around with the others. Damian was studying everyone, but he did look less hostile.

"How's the food?" Marinette could tell how Jason felt by the grin he turned on her.

"It's amazing!"

"It is adequate." Jason looked like he was about to argue with Damian, but Mari waved him off.

"Adequate because you've had better or simply because you don't like this type of food?" Damian blinked at her, and she had to wonder if people ever asked about his preferences. He hesitated before answering.

"The spices are not to my tastes." She started talking with him about foods he did and didn't like. Jason was looking at them like they'd each grown two heads. She had to wonder why a civil conversation caused such a reaction, but that was a later problem. Right now, she just wanted to keep Damian talking to her without hurling threats.

Talking about food led to him being a vegetarian, which led to his pets. Soon she was cooing over pictures of them all while Damian detailed how Alfred the Cat tripped up just about everyone in the family. Pretty soon, they were talking about the logistics of having pets on a boat with Luka. She hadn't really considered it, but she had always wanted pets.

"Cats have a long history of being on board for vermin control. It would probably be good to get them as kittens, so it's easier for them to acclimate. I could be more help if I could see the vessel."

"Sure. I have plenty of pictures." Jason and Damian both frowned at her, but she couldn't completely read the expression.

"Why not just show us?" The way Cass was glaring at Jason, Mari knew she wasn't reading too much into his tone. Before either of them could react, Chloe let out a snort of laughter.

"Because no one wants to drive that far right now, given we have school tomorrow. Their 'not a yacht' is too big to get here from the ocean, so it stays on the coast." The fact that they almost always went there using Kaalki wasn't something she needed her brothers finding out just yet.

"Not to mention it's her choice to invite you to her home." The warning in Cass' tone seemed to surprise the boys. Mari was going to have to be careful coming and going for a while. The Bats were almost certain to break into it at some point in the near future. Probably more than once. It should take them a few days to find it, given it wasn't in any of their names. Of course, that would shoot up a whole different set of red flags. It also meant Bruce would almost certainly tell the rest of them she was Ladybug. She'd have to talk to Cass about outing the Bats to her team, so they were prepared. It wasn't the way she wanted it to happen, but there wasn't much choice. Chloe would probably put it together on her own once she caught up. It was widely known that Batman and Catwoman were an item.

"I'd love to have you guys over, but probably not this visit since you're planning on leaving before the weekend. That and I honestly don't have the energy for whatever lecture Bruce is going to come up with for why it's irresponsible to buy something that expensive so young, let alone with other people."

Damian looked thoughtful, but Jason had a guilty expression. Apparently, she couldn't trust him yet. She really didn't want to have to start lying to people again. Why couldn't anything just be simple?

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@asukiess [batting my eyelashes kicking my feet blushing twirling my hair ect] I’m using this as an excuse to yap :3c

I love putting the child in child soldier. Like. Marinette is NOT mature and she has to deal with SO MUCH so of course putting everyone and everything in a neat little box is the only way she can function. Chat noir is her non threatening goofy male bestie and Adrien is her perfect beautiful unattainable crush who’s too innocent and pure to realise his childhood best friend is evil. Unfortunately 15 year olds aren’t great judge of character teehee.

Now for what inspires me Id say mostly western comics !! I get most of my coloring inspo from golden age marvels and Gerard way’s works (especially the fabulous killjoys) my lineart is heavily influenced by Mike mignolia (and tatsuki fujimoto’s tho like. Way less. I wish I could make the squigglies work but alas.) !!!! Though I would say for panel layouts I’m partial to franco-Belgian stuff. Like I need to cram as many panels in that page as possible or I’ll explode myself. I wanna try making my colors even more fun and adding more fx in the future :3c.

I LOVE THAT LINE. “It means they like you.” ITS SO IMPORTANT TO ME. I think chat noir and ladybug’s different approaches to “The Public” is soooooo fun.

I think adrien living his entire life up on his little pedestal and THEN obtaining incompressible power at a very young age would lead to him to see civilians- The Public, as just that. Civilians. Maybe to a slightly dehumanising extent ? Which is. So fun.

so idk if anyone has noticed the pattern but like. Ok so first page- chat noir’s sat higher up than Marinette but she gets him to lower himself. In this angle of the love square she has control because he relinquished it.

Next page ! Ladybug is sat way higher than chat noir. She lowers herself but she never quite gets to his level.

NOW THE MULTICHAT DANCE OH BOY- he helps her up. Then he tries to push her down. She resists. He pushes her down harder. It’s confusing!! They’re BOTH confused. Marinette’s his friend ! Why is he being a dick to her ?? A question only god (me) could answer.

I think it’s sososo fun when Marinette is left all alone with no one to rely on. Whether it’s her fault or not. Isolate that baby !