#marinette is an influencer

[spark-doodles]

she gets to love who she wants!! that’s what the episode concluded with, right?

#ml #ml art #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug fanart #marinette dupain cheng #alya cesaire #marigami #kagaminette #it feels unfair to tag kagami as she isnt really present. so i wont #ml s5 spoilers #elation spoilers #not really but drawn with the influence of #ml spoilers

[aidanchaser]

ive had kind of a bummer week so i started a new project to get some creative hits before going back to work on longterm projects. here's a snippet of the 1920s AU i've been playing with~

It wasn’t snowing, though it certainly felt cold enough to. Marinette pulled her collar closed against her throat and cheeks, keeping herself as snug as she could. She had some privacy in the dark alley that guarded the back entrance of the Lucky Lady, but the click of her lighter must have attracted attention from the street. She saw the white suit jacket and vest that was becoming painfully familiar approach. Her mask was still in place, but she did not need him getting too close. She could not risk Adrien Agreste getting a decent look at Ladybug. She stepped back into the shadow of the alley, and he took the hint, coming to a stop when he was at arm’s length from her “Pardon me, mademoiselle,” he said, voice soft enough to wring out Marinette’s heart, “but do you happen to have a light? I seem to have left mine in my coat pocket.” He sounded like the boy who had abandoned her, not the man who had returned. His voice was gentle, uncertain. There was none of the swagger she’d seen in the young man in her shop that morning, nor the cold grin he’d sported when he’d entered the Lady Luck. She took a drag on her cigarette to steel her nerves, then handed him her lighter. She risked a glance at his face as he lit his own cigarette, careful to keep her own face in the darkness. “What happened to your coat?” she asked. “I gave it to a gentleman who looked like he needed it more than I did.” The tip of his cigarette glowed orange, and he returned her lighter to her. His eyes looked warm in this dim light. She tucked her lighter back into her coat. “And what happened to your date?” “I called her a cab. I was hoping to chat with you before returning home.” Marinette could not stop a sneer from crossing her face. She hoped the darkness hid that, too. “What business do you have with me?” “I heard a rumor that if a gentleman is down on his luck, you’re the lady to see.” “I’ve been known to reverse fortunes,” she murmured. “From toppling those on thrones to lifting up those in the gutter. You don’t strike me as a man in a gutter.” He turned his head to blow a lungful of smoke away from her. The street lamp glinted off of his hair, creating a golden halo. “One man’s heaven,” he shrugged, and let the rest of phrase disappear behind a rueful smile.  Everything about it prickled against Marinette’s skin like a bed of needles, but she did not want to waste an opportunity here. Max had told her that they would need more information, so she was going to get it. “What do you want me to do?” “Only to tell you that, if you’re interested in toppling thrones, my father has staked a lot of his reputation and finances into this one sale.” “Mayor Bourgeois is the one selling.” Adrien shrugged and extinguished his cigarette against the wall. “I just balance the books. That’s all I can tell you.” “How do I know you won’t use this for your own gain? You just want me to take down your father so you can take over in his place—is that it?” The self-deprecating smile vanished. He let out a deep breath, and the warm air of his lungs collected in front of him as surely as if he had taken another drag on his cigarette. “Do it right, and there won’t be anything left for me to take over.” He tipped his hat to her. “Thanks for the light.” And he turned back to the street. Marinette waited until he had rounded the corner and was well out of sight before snuffing out her own cigarette and hurrying back inside. She could already hear Max and Nino warning her it was a trap, but she felt recklessness curling inside her chest. She had to know what else was hidden in that art exchange, or it would burn her alive. She had to tear down Gabriel Agreste, and if Adrien came tumbling down with him, well, she wouldn’t complain about that.

#miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #i actually started working on this au around the time i finished these violent delights #so yeah definitely enemies to lovers influence #its been a loose outline ive been toying with for a while but its finally making its way onto paper

[wolflover2426]

Crack Prompt: Alya and Adrien were assigned to do a project and Adrien suggested that they work in his house.

It also leads to Alya snooping around and Adrien having to reel her in and then they discovered that Adrien’s father is Hawk Moth.

Adrien instantly gets into a spiral and Alya is there to reassure him during this. They came up with a plan to steal the brooch but also to mess with Gabriel for being a shitty father and villain.

Or in layman’s terms, Adrien goes through a teenage rebellion phase with Alya encouraging this while making sure to support Adrien and threatening to expose Gabriel being a terrible father thanks to Alya’s influence as the Ladyblogger and being best friends with the babysitter of Nadja’s daughter.

(Marinette is blissfully unaware of this because she’s too busy having her brain melt into mush at seeing Adrien in leather outfits and looking absolutely fine)

Bonus if it ends with Rena and Chat just telling off Gabriel after he reveals his plans with the wish and Rena giving Gabriel her absolute terrifying speech of how he should allow his son more freedom or else she will make his life a living hell.

(Let’s say, if he doesn’t comply. She’ll make him her big sister’s new punching bag)

Also, it would be funny if Alya figured out Adrien’s identity during this or Plagg simply said “Screw secret identities” when the duo found out who Hawk Moth is and exposed himself to comfort his holder

#miraculous ladybug #ml fic idea #ml prompt #ml crack #alya sugar #adrien sugar #seriously I think we need more Alya and Adrien brotp content #I can just imagine how freaking hilarious this will be with these two causing shenanigans for Gabriel #while planning to steal the brooch under his nose #plus I would love for more threatening Alya because imagine just how scary she is with the right motivation #Plus I would love a fic for Marinette to be blissfully unaware of all of this because she’s being distracted #identity reveal and shenanigans lol #plagg would definitely influence this kind of rebellion

[familyagrestefanblog]

ML Meta Theory: Chinese legend “Butterfly Lovers”

I just realized that I never got around to talk about the Chinese legend 梁山伯與祝英臺 (Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai) - or the title its mostly referred to in English: Butterfly Lovers – and that I think its quite possible that this tragic tale is the reason why the Butterfly Miraculous specifically is the villain in Miraculous and Marientte’s and Adrien’s love story, even though Butterflies aren’t exactly that special of animals in Chinese cultures.

(Statue: Liangzhu Culture Park)

Disclaimer: As per usual, I’m of no country of the Asien continent and I also have no family roots there I’m taking this from. I’m one person who is very interested in culture and literature and research is all I can do in this regard at the moment.

So if my post contains false information, misrepresentations or other points, please let me now.

Butterfly Lovers was selected as one of China's Four Great Folktales by the "Folklore Movement" in the 1920s and I’ve gotta be honest, this is such a spot on “civilian Ml-Love-Square” way for a romantic couple to tragically never reach each other and then die in the end, I would find it surprising if it didn’t at least have SOME influence on the show.

Cause the Love Square WOULD

Zhu Yingtai is the ninth child and only daughter of the wealthy Zhu family of Shangyu, Zhejiang. Although women are traditionally discouraged from taking up scholarly pursuits, Zhu manages to convince her father to allow her to attend classes in disguise as a man. During her journey to Hangzhou, she meets Liang Shanbo, a scholar from Kuaiji. They chat and feel a strong affinity for each other at their first meeting. Hence, they gather some soil as incense and take an oath of fraternity in the pavilion of a wooden bridge.

They study together for the next three years in school and Zhu gradually falls in love with Liang. Although Liang equals Zhu in their studies, he is still a bookworm and fails to notice the feminine characteristics exhibited by his classmate.

One day, Zhu receives a letter from her father, asking her to return home as soon as possible. Zhu has no choice but to pack her belongings immediately and bid Liang farewell. However, in her heart, she has already confessed her love for Liang and is determined to be with him for all eternity. Before her departure, she reveals her true identity to the headmaster's wife and asks her to pass a jade pendant to Liang as a betrothal gift.

Liang accompanies his "sworn brother" for 18 miles to see her off. During the journey, Zhu hints to Liang that she is actually a woman. For example, she compares them to a pair of mandarin ducks (a symbol of lovers in Chinese culture), but Liang does not catch her hints and does not even have the slightest suspicion that his companion is a woman in disguise. Zhu finally comes up with an idea and tells Liang that she will act as a matchmaker for him and Zhu's "sister". Before they part, Zhu reminds Liang to visit her residence later so he can propose to marry her "sister". Liang and Zhu reluctantly part ways at the Changting pavilion.

Months later, when Liang visits Zhu, he discovers that she is actually a woman. They are devoted to and passionate about each other and they make a vow to the effect of "till death do us part". The joy of their reunion is short-lived as Zhu's parents have already arranged for her to marry a wealthy merchant, Ma Wencai. Liang is heartbroken when he hears the news and his health gradually deteriorates until he becomes critically ill. He dies in office later as a county magistrate.

On the day of Zhu's marriage to Ma, strong winds prevent the wedding procession from escorting the bride beyond Liang's grave, which lies along the journey. Zhu leaves the procession to pay her respects at Liang's grave. She descends in bitter despair and begs for the grave to open up. Suddenly, the grave opens with a clap of thunder. Without further hesitation, Zhu throws herself into the grave to join Liang. Their spirits emerge in the form of a pair of butterflies and fly away together, never to be separated again.

The Love Square WOULD!

Switch their roles out at several points and you do have a pretty strong Love-square tragic love story and I simply found that way too fitting to be a mere coincidence.

Again, it’s one of China's Four Great Folktales and the Butterfly has always seemed like an odd choice for the villain of this show, which does intergrade a lot of references in the narrative and characters to for example the Chinese numbers and the Zodiac system, their meanings and relations (Post here)

So this doesn’t seem that far-fetched at all, and in my opinion it just FEELS extremely right for Le Papillion’s/ Hawkmoth’s role in the show without making him culturally inappropriate since Gabriel is a white man, terrorist and child abuser. He, as the villain, is the narrative manifestation of “Butterfly Lovers” but without having him as an actual PERSON be its embodiment.

#Let's be real the Love Square WOULD die like this #This is in character for them just packed in a different story approach #ml theory #Ml meta theory #Chinese legend Butterfly Lovers #Ml love square #Butterfly Miraculous #Ml Chinese influence? #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #adrien agreste #gabriel agreste #le papillon #hawkmoth

[jacquesthepigeon]

Zoe got 2 eps defending Marinette but like, she never had to deal with Lila brainrot (so far at least), so comparing her with Alya seems unfair unless you remove the Lila brainrot from the equation.

I don’t know the lengths of exposure to Lila Zoe has had but the brainrot shoulda still worn off of Alya as soon as Marinette revealed her identity. We can’t just treat it like some disease that makes one immune to being considered a crappy character. Alya got exposed, became crappy, stayed crappy, Zoe didn’t.

#not to mention how alya betrayed marinettes trust completely independent of Lila’s influence #anon #ask

[art0block]

I feel like no one has pointed this out. Gabriel is an asshole, but in the last episode, he has become much worse because he is under the influence of a cataclysm.

I mean, that's probably the fattest hint I've ever seen from Astruc.

#ml spoilers #he is like super creepy right now #and now he's really starting to scare me #like a ticking time bomb #I'm afraid to imagine what he will become in the future under the influence of a cataclysm #it would be better if he lost his hair #gabriel agreste #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #miraculous fandom #ml #ladybag #marinette dupain cheng #chat noir #adrien agreste #mlb #ml season 5 spoilers

[afkaskus]

For some reason, I'm really invested in knowing what future Miraculous character will be doing.

This are my headcanons so far and why:

(long post, in the tags you can read the resume)

Marinette: Designer. We all know this is meant to happen, it's super clear. BUT, I'm not meaning designer as a fashion designer, I meant it as a costume designer. She works mostly on movies but loves working on theaters. Sometimes she also helps with scenography and for some reason she knows a little about lighting as well. She still takes little commissions from a few artists. I like believing that she saw the fashion desing world with another pov and decided to not be part of it. Taking the Agreste company? I think she will enjoy to destroy that empire, and also will want to have her own name.

Adrien: I LOVE "Baker!Adrien" headcanon. Yes, he works with the Dupain-Chengs, and he loves it. He has the family he has always dreamed of. Also there has been a few mentions in the show of Adrien as a food seller. Tom will be thrilled to adopt Adrien and show him everything he knows. Tom will also be happy that he has someone to take over the bakery when he retires.

Gabriel: In jail. He deserves no other place to stay.

Nathalie: haven't think that much about it. But I don't think she will end up in jail like Gabriel. She's smart, she's better than that.

Alya: an reporter. It's meant to happen. She also has a few enemies because she DOES tell the truth. Maybe she will travel with Nino and they'll match their works with their travels, so maybe she's an independent reporter.

Nino: The best DJ in the world. As I said before, he matches his work travels with Alya's work, but also, they are pretty independent from each other. They love the feeling they get when they haven't seen each other in a few weeks and then they meet again in a total different country.

Kagami: Ok, hear me out in this one. Kagami is a tattoo artist. She's very good at drawing and art, but I don't think she will enjoy being in a place where rich can control everything. She's already rich and she might have the contacts to be a very recognized artist, but, let's be honest, that's not something the both rich kids want. After realizing that her mom is not the one who controls her life, she decided to be rebellious and got a tattoo herself (big thing for being japanese), after that, her friends convinced her to become a tattoo artist and she ended up loving the idea. I also like thinking that Tomoe paid a lot of people in the art industry to not let people accept Kagami as an artist, but I think is kind of brutal. Now everyone has a tattoo made by Kagami. Luka and Adrien have a competition to see who gets more tattoos.

Luka: He has his little shop, the one he named in Wishmaker. He loves making people happy finding an instrument that's made for them, specially kids.

Juleka: She's an stylist. She's the best and most revolutionary. She has a lot of knowledge in makeup and hairstyle.

Rose: She's a famous singer and songwriter, she's also Juleka's muse and they go on tour together. Juleka and Marinette help her with her style.

Chloé: She's an influencer and has her own cosmetics brand.

And that's everyone I have thought of for now.

#Marinette as a costume designer #Baker!Adrien #Gabriel is in jail #Nathalie is smarter than that #Alya is an independent reporter and travels the world with Nino #Nino is a DJ and travels the world with Alya #Kagami is a tattoo artist #Luka has his little music shop #Rose is a famous singer #Juleka is her personal stylist but she also has her own name #Chloé is still rich and is an influencer #miraculous les aventures de ladybug et chat noir #miraculous ladybug #miraculous headcanon #ladynoir #maybe idk #miraculous marinette #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #gabriel agreste #nathalie sancoeur #alya cesaire #nino lahiffe #kagami tsurugi #luka couffaine #juleka couffaine #rose lavillant #chloe bourgeois #my headcannons

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

The Enemy of my Enemy is ALSO my Enemy, Part 6

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If nothing else, Jason would like to put on the record that he had tried.

He was so close to being happy, to being revived and having everything be fine, he had watched his own papers drop into his lap and had nearly cried out of sheer joy. It was the first set of paperwork he had done in quite a while – he had joined Melisande and Bucky in giving Gabriel all the things he didn’t want to do, which just so happened to be pretty much everything – but it was worth it. He was going to come back, he was going to be able to see his family again, be able to touch Marinette and Adrien for real. It was amazing.

Which, really, should have been a warning sign for him.

Because, before he had even finished the first page of his stack, a bell had rung.

He glanced up as the hatch in the ceiling opened, more out of habit than anything, and his eyes landed on a familiar face.

He practically fell out of his chair in his haste to get to Marinette, his hand snatching her file out of the air as he went. His free hand landed on her shoulder, shaking vigorously.

“What the hell?” He hissed the moment blue eyes showed a sign of opening.

Marinette blinked blearily at him, her eyebrows drawing together as if she were struggling with a particularly difficult puzzle, and he knew that her consciousness was still not quite tethered to her body yet, but he couldn’t bring himself to care as she shook her harder.

Finally, the final piece of her mind snapped into place, and her own hands came up to rest on his shoulders. Whether this was to get her balance, make him stop, or if she was just that shocked by seeing him, he would never fully know, but as blue eyes peered back into his own, he figured it was probably the last one.

Arms continued on to wrap around him and he gave a tiny gasp as he was pulled into a tight hug.

And he knew he should go back to grilling her, should be screaming about how she was supposed to be done – safe – and that she shouldn’t be here, should question what had happened…

But he indulged himself for just a moment. How could he not? Usually, the hugs he got from her were somewhat hesitant, tainted by the fact that her soul was just barely hanging back with its hands not touching him. They were both there now, for a reason he would get back to soon, but at the moment he was going to enjoy being crushed into her chest, her hands gripping the back of his suit so tightly he could feel her fingernails pricking his skin even through the fabric.

And it had been so long since he’d been able to touch her.

He pressed his face into her shoulder, giving himself a moment to just breathe. She smelled like blood. He hugged her closer. Some terrible part of him wanted to absorb her into his chest, to give her a place within his ribcage where he could make sure she wouldn’t be able to get hurt again.

Every hug has to end eventually, but neither of them seemed all that intent on doing so any time soon.

Which, he supposed, must have been why fate decided to break up their unfortunate little reunion:

“Mademoiselle Dupain-Cheng?” A voice said from behind him.

Marinette went tense in his grip.

She slowly picked her head up, peering up at Gabriel Agreste for just a moment.

“It was you,” she said, recognition flickering behind her eyes. “I thought the timing of your heart attack was suspicious, but… it was really you…”

Jason was still close enough to hear her take a deep breath. It was strange, breathing when you were dead because it wasn’t actually necessary, it didn’t feel bad if you simply forgot and you wouldn’t have to gasp for air when you realized you had stopped, so he knew that the breath she took to steady herself was more out of habit than anything.

But, perhaps, because breathing wasn’t something that their bodies needed, the air didn’t have any kind of calming effects for Marinette.

She pulled away from Jason, got out of the chair, and flashed a too-bright smile.

And then she lunged for Gabriel’s throat.

Jason grimaced at the sound of a fist crunching against the man’s skin, definitely breaking something important.

Melisande eyed the fight that had broken out. “Aim for his penis.”

Bucky didn’t even look up from the papers he had taken from Jason’s desk to pick up the slack. “Too predictable. Go for the eyes.”

Those two never had gotten over the whole Hawkmoth situation.

But, to be fair, neither had Jason, so…

He hummed absently as he thumbed through the pages of Marinette’s file. His eyes found their way to the stats that he almost never paid any real mind to, and he grimaced.

She was set to be brought back within the hour. That was good.

What was less good was the way that she had died because of the League of Assassins. He narrowed in on the fortunately not too-graphic description of her bleeding out from several injuries.

He took a deep, steadying breath. The fact that she was there meant that she was set to be revived soon, so, really, no harm done.

Except for the harm that he was going to bring to the League. He was going to be revived soon, he would be perfectly capable of getting his revenge.

… actually…

“Hey, Marinette,” he said.

Her shoulders tensed at his tone. Her fist stopped in midair, still cocked by her ear. She slowly turned to look at him.

“I’m about to be brought back. You got killed at the League. Care to tell me whether that was a coincidence?”

Her mouth opened.

Closed.

Opened again.

She grimaced and looked back down at Gabriel, who was currently a mess of broken limbs and blood and rattling gasps for breath. She sighed and pushed herself off of him to face Jason properly. “Maybe.”

He groaned a little. “When we see Adrien again, we’re having a talk about risks.”

She crossed her arms over her chest. “Hey, we’re bringing you back. I think it’s worth it. You’re worth it.”

Jason did not know how to respond to that. He sighed and reached out, pulling her into another hug. “So are you.”

She giggled and wrapped her wings around him – her hands were very much covered in blood, so this was probably for the best – and he took a moment to appreciate them. He had expected the ladybug wings he had seen on all of the akuma victims, but he supposed it made sense that they would be different. She couldn’t very well revive herself. So, she had been given whatever wings the universe thought would fit her. Apparently, the universe thought she was a bird. One with bright pink wings, so perhaps a flamingo.

He opened his mouth to tell her about it, and perhaps ask why she had ended up with a flamingo being her animal, only for water to fill it.

And then his head was breaching the surface of the water.

He struggled for air, his body automatically starting to go through the motions needed to keep his head above the churning green, his eyes darting around desperately. He knew, logically, what had happened, but his heart pounded in his chest regardless.

Green light bounced off the cave walls. Shouts echoed around him, but they were muted, as if he was still under. The water frothed around them, churning as he worked to pull himself back together in a very literal sense.

There was a frankly alarming number of assassins standing by the edge of the water, refusing to go in on some vague idea that it was too sacred for them to touch, and certainly too good for them to throw weapons in in fruitless hopes that the three of them might somehow manage to die faster than the Pit could heal them.

Adrien stood over both of them. Water crept up his legs like snakes, twining its way up his body, seemingly searching for things to heal. A frankly worrying amount of throwing knives were tucked between his fingers like claws. His usual staff was slung across his back, but he didn’t seem all that interested in using it at the moment.

He heard a gasp nearby and looked over to find Marinette, her hair stuck to her face and blood sloughing off of her in literal waves.

Jason stretched out an achy limb to grab her arm and hook it over his shoulder, kicking back in the water to try and get them both to float while their injuries were forcibly healed.

For a moment, she leaned into him, her face coming to bury itself in his shoulder. She made a strange, wordless whining sound. He squeezed her as best he could.

And then she pushed off of him, groaning a little as she forced herself to stand in the water that, really, was only up to their waists, and yet the act of getting out of it was almost painful. He could feel tiny hands trying to drag him back under by his clothes.

It wasn’t until he was fully standing that his ears popped and he was allowed to hear all of the yelling in full.

“Weapon,” she said.

He blinked at her.

“What weapon do you want?” She clarified.

He glanced back at the assassins. They were yelling something that he was pretty sure meant ‘traitor’. It wasn’t aimed at him, but that only made the anger that had been curling in his stomach since he’d realized Marinette had been killed grow.

“Gun,” he decided. The assassins would get their wish, he would make sure that they wouldn’t touch the Lazarus waters, and if he had to use a gun to forcibly push them back then so be it.

Marinette grinned and pointed a finger gun at him. She flicked her hand upwards like she was shooting it, and, between blinks, he found a red and black gun had appeared in her hand.

He stared at the gun she shoved into his hand for a couple of moments. No matter how many times he might have seen it, he never did get used to the idea of things just popping into existence when she willed them to.

“Infinite ammo,” she said, apparently misinterpreting his silence for wondering how to use it.

He grinned regardless and lifted the pistol.

“So, do we have a plan of escape? Or are we just waiting for Ra’s to get here so he can fight us? Because I’m going to be honest, I don’t really want to fight him.”

Marinette snorted. “Of course we have a plan. Speaking of…” She inclined her head towards Adrien.

He tucked away half of his knives without saying a word and then lifted his hand. Inky blackness danced along his fingertips.

“Are we ready, M’lady?” He asked.

She hummed lightly and reached out, wrapping an arm around them both. She twirled her yoyo once.

And then she launched her yoyo at the nearest stalactite, only giving it a half second to grip the slippery stone before pulling on it.

They were launched through the air.

The people below them screamed, but it wasn’t quite an angry one, not the kind that meant they were going to be attacked. Not yet, at least. They just sounded panicked. Jason glanced back and found that the same inky blackness that had been curling around Adrien’s hand was now spreading through the water at a rapid rate, making it look somehow, impossibly, cracked. The assassins finally streamed into the Lazarus Pit, their need to preserve the sacred waters just barely outweighing their belief that it was not meant for them.

Meanwhile, their group of three touched down on the banks and took off running.

Marinette grabbed him by the hand and dragged him along behind her as she and Adrien sprinted through the halls of the base. Jason knew from the many briefings he had gotten from Bruce and Dick that the place was supposed to be a labyrinth, and he could see dozens of halls whizz past him as they sprinted, and his eyes caught on several tripwires, but neither of them hesitated at any forks in the path. They simply continued on, following a map that was just a little too perfect for him to think that they hadn’t done, at the very least, heavy infiltration to get to this point.

But before he could really think about that too hard, his eyes caught on a group of assassins streaming down the hall after them. Now they were definitely angry – and gaining on them, their weapons raised.

“Alright, I think the Pit should be destroyed now,” Adrien stated the obvious, flexing his fingers once before starting to trail them along the wall as they ran. The stone began to crumble beneath his hand, but the assassins pushed forward regardless, likely hoping to beat the inevitable cave-in.

Jason wasn’t particularly interested in letting that happen.

He picked off the assassins at the front with his gun. He hadn’t used one before, not really, but they weren’t particularly difficult things to use, and he wasn’t really concerned about being accurate. All he needed to do was slow them down, anyways.

He told himself he didn’t get a bit of a rush when he watched them keel over backward, blood and guts and viscera spraying from wherever he had hit. That he didn’t enjoy watching them get buried under rubble. That it was a bad thing that people were dying.

But, really, should you really expect someone that had been surrounded by magic for years to not pick up a few quirks?

And they had killed Marinette.

A strange grin spread across his face as the last of the rocks settled, dust sticking to skin that was wet with water and sweat and blood and who knows what else.

But they continued running. There was no telling how many assassins were stationed around the place and, even if they might be somewhat distracted, they didn’t want to test it.

Their fears were for nothing, it seemed, because they came upon a door.

And, well, he probably should have wondered why things were going quite so smoothly. Honestly, it should have been a larger red flag. That never happened in the field, especially not for him.

A hand grabbed him by the back of his shirt and he gasped as the front of it dug into his neck. He wasn’t given much time to recuperate, though, because a knife was quick to replace the fabric. It wasn’t pressed down, certainly not enough to strangle him like his shirt had, and yet he still couldn’t find it in himself to breathe.

Marinette and Adrien jerked to a stop as well, though they weren’t exactly forced to in the way that Jason had. Honestly, the way that they paused was somewhat unnatural. There was no loss of momentum, no skidding of shoes against the ground. One moment they were running, the next they were not. He wondered, idly, if the magic they wielded might be having just as much of an effect on them as it did on the rest of the world.

Could you tell that Jason was trying very hard to not think about the sharp point currently pressing against his skin?

“You’re traitors,” the assassin said, and apparently she was female. Whoo. Diversity win. The person about to kill Jason again is a woman.

He was going to cry.

Marinette rolled her eyes. “Yeah, we are. Congrats on figuring it out. Do you want a prize?” she said, moving to raise her hand in sarcastic jazz hands.

“Don’t move,” the assassin hissed.

Something akin to frustration flickered across Marinette’s face momentarily, but she didn’t move. It was then that Jason noticed that her fingers were surrounded by some kind of strange, gooey substance. 

Adrien tilted his head to the side, his eyes narrowing just slightly. “How about we all let everything we’re holding go? I’m sure we can talk this out.”

The assassin seemed unimpressed. “You first.”

Adrien hummed a little, and then raised his hands, letting his knives clatter to the floor.

Marinette showed off empty hands.

The assassin seemed to realize that their being empty-handed meant nothing. Or, perhaps, that it did mean something – that their hands were now free to warp the world as they wished.

The knife dug further into his neck. He didn’t realize how much he liked the cold gleam of the metal until he could feel warm blood dripping down his skin.

“Disappointing,” Adrien sighed, giving a smile befitting of the model he once was. It was perfect, but there was nothing genuine about it, and his eyes flashed coldly.

“You were both talented. Fix the Pit and let me kill this boy, and you just might not make an enemy of the League.”

Marinette hummed, her head tilting to the side at a just slightly unnatural angle. She turned her head to look at Adrien, who seemed, remarkably, even less enthused than she did.

The assassin gave a theatrical sigh that didn’t quite cover up the cold smile starting to play across her features. “I suppose I’ll just have to make you fix it, then.”

Jason tipped his head back to rest against the woman’s shoulder. The knife followed him, but that wasn’t why he’d done it.

He pressed the gun against her side. Tilted at a careful angle that would, at the very least, puncture her lungs upon firing.

“Sorry. I don’t negotiate with terrorists.”

He pulled the trigger.

Pain seared through him and he bit down on his tongue to stifle a scream.

And then he was on his ass, groaning and cursing as he hit the tile. The world had transformed. His eyes darted around desperately, as if he somehow still wasn’t sure that he was dead even though he knew what a slash across the throat meant, but he was disappointed to find the same office walls that he had practically grown up in. Two people leaned over him, and tears began to sting as he recognized Melisande and Bucky.

“What, kid, did you forget something here?” Bucky asked, his expression somewhere between mildly pained and amused.

Melisande gave him a cold look and jabbed him in the side.

Bucky didn’t even seem to notice. He caught a file with a green tab sticking out of it in a practiced motion and, after giving him a tiny pat on the head, went back to work.

Jason scrambled to his feet, drawing red and black wings close to try and comfort himself. But he couldn’t. He was dead. Again. How long would he be there this time? Did he even want to know?

Fuck.

Everything he did brought him back here. His original life. Dealing with Hawkmoth. And now he couldn’t even escape properly. Every road always led to death, that was the price of living, but this was different. Every road for him led him back to purgatory. He strangled a sob. At least, if he died, things would be over, but now he had to go back to waiting. Until Marinette and Adrien were able to get back to the Pit, or maybe even later. Maybe he would have to wait for someone else to revive him, and surely that was worse. What if the face he saw when he was brought back wasn’t friendly? What if he got sent right back here again?

Damn it.

He curled in on himself, ignoring the fact that he was doing so in a public space and that everyone could still see him.

Melisande grimaced as she looked down at Jason. She pulled the boy to his feet and he simply allowed it, unable to muster the energy to really stop her. He wanted to cry, but that, at least, was too far for him. He could handle having a breakdown in the middle of an office building, but crying was worse.

But understandable.

Too bad he didn’t feel like understanding much at the moment.

He groaned and looked around. He was somewhat pleased to find Gabriel Agreste still on the floor. He was moving, but just barely. After a couple of moments, he walked over and stomped on the man’s neck. It didn’t matter, he was 99% sure people here couldn’t die, but the wheeze and wide eyes that he got from the man were more than a little relieving.

At least, if he was back here, he would be able to rag on Gabriel again. Fuck that guy. He deserved every punch and kick and extra file Jason was going give him over the next however many years.

He tried to laugh. It came out a sob.

Melisande reached a hand out for him, and then stopped, apparently thinking better of it.

Maybe she shouldn’t have, because the hand would have done him quite a lot of good. He nearly fell to the floor again, his hands coming down to rest on a nearby table were the only thing that kept his knees from buckling fully. He took a few deep breaths, matching the desperate gasps he could hear Gabriel make as the man clawed desperately at his throat. He couldn’t help but smile a little at the sound.

The smile, like his life, didn’t last very long.

He groaned and let himself sink toward the ground.

He closed his eyes.

And then the world around him tilted on an axis and he cried out.

Something rough, but not wholly terrible, dug into his back. He flung his eyes open, but it didn’t do him much good. Red and black danced in his vision, moving so fast that he wanted to be sick.

All at once, it all disappeared and he found himself staring into brilliant green eyes.

He stared uncomprehendingly for a few moments.

Oh.

Relief flooded into him.

Ladybug had summoned the gun he’d been using. Which meant that a miracle cure was more than possible. And, now that he thought about it, his wings had been black and red.

Maybe, later, he would feel embarrassed about his little freakout. He had been trained better, really, he was supposed to pay attention to his surroundings, and most certainly himself, but…

But, for now, he grabbed Adrien by the front of his shirt and dragged him into a hug.

Adrien made a quiet squeaking sound, throwing his hands out in front of him to stop himself from unwillingly tackling Jason further into the grass, but he recovered quickly. He looped his arms around him and tucked Jason’s head under his chin. The hug wasn’t quite as tight as the one he had gotten from Marinette, it was looser, softer. More of a hand carding through his hair and the faint smell of something floral on the breeze and slotting in perfectly against a slightly-too-thin frame.

“Guys…” Marinette said after a few moments. “We really should be going.”

Adrien didn’t even move, though his hand twitched like he was about to make a rude gesture but thought better of it. “No. You got a heartfelt hug or whatever, I get one, too.”

She rolled her eyes, but her expression was nothing but fond. “Fine. I’ll stand guard.”

Adrien gave a little hum, and Jason’s nose scrunched just slightly when his throat vibrated by his ear, but that just made the blond laugh a little and press closer to him.

Jason was pretty sure that they could have stayed there forever but, eventually, his stomach growled and his face flushed pink as he drew back. “Right. Revived. I have to have food now.”

Adrien gave a tiny grin and carefully got to his feet. He offered Jason his hand, and he didn’t even hesitate before taking it.

“Alright, Mari, you can relax now.”

Marinette popped out of a bush. Jason did not see her get into the bush, but she was out of it now. He has chosen to just accept this.

She grinned at him and stretched her arms over her head. “Where are we gonna eat?”

“Could you make something at the house?” Offered Adrien. “I’m sure Plagg and Tikki want to get out and eat, too.”

Marinette hummed lightly. “Fine. I’ll whip up some food before we abandon the place. Can we –?”

“No, we’re not going to burn the house down once we’re done with it.”

Marinette sighed and looked at Jason.

Jason hesitated before shrugging. “I mean. As long as its a controlled fire and there’s no one around to get hurt, I don’t see why we can’t...”

Adrien groaned. Marinette whooped.

There weren’t any hard feelings, though.

They started off towards their house. Their house, because this was home. Jason took them both by the hand, and neither of them so much as flinched. Marinette intertwined their fingers. Adrien swung their arms back and forth.

After a few moments, Marinette huffed. “I’m offended that you’re taller than me now.”

He, too, hated that he was so large. It was throwing him off more than he’d ever admit out loud.

However…

“Yeah. That’s because you’re my baby sister.”

“Listen here, you little shit –.”

“I spent years in the afterlife, so I’m older.”

She rolled her eyes. “Well, biologically, I’m older –.”

“We don’t even know that for sure –.”

Adrien sighed. “Guys, we just got the gang back together… or whatever the Americans say… can we just enjoy being together for a couple of minutes?”

Marinette and Jason glared at each other around Adrien for a moment before settling. He was right, after all…

Adrien’s eyes gleamed. “But, for the record, you’re the youngest.”

“Ha!”

“Oh, you conniving bitch –!”

#the enemy of my enemy is also my enemy #enemy of my enemy #and thats all folks #i love them all so much #special thanks to izzy bc she influenced like half of this #and betaed #hell yea izzy the beloved #platonic jasonette #maribat #adrien agreste #chat noir #marinette dupain cheng #ladybug #jason todd #robin #red hood #got into a cheesy mood at the end #but it ok #also i feel the need to say that joker is dead in this #mari and adrien got rid of his pasty ass

[zenniaphoenix]

So I’m playing a blorbo save in the sims. As one does. Adrien and Marinette are out on a date. About a minute in three of my sims get a call. If you play the sims, you know what it means when multiple sims get a call. Somebody beefed it.

I accept the call warily. A notification pops up. I gasp and my significant other takes one look at me and says: “What happened, did Ecomaster Gabriel Agreste die or something?”

He did die. Which is absolutely delightful to me. I go on about my day, mashing the dolls faces together so that they kiss. No one is mourning him, because sentiments and a good party have stacked so many happy moodlets that a single joke could kill my sims if they aren’t careful.

But then a glitch happens. The whole game freezes. I exit the game and restart. I’d saved moments after arriving at the date location. A minute later four of my sims get a call.

Emelie Graham de Villany has died.

#I have no idea how he became an ecomaster #Gabriel also got a culinary degree #ecomaster gabriel Agreste also got a culinary degree #once he called to invite Marinette to become a level 5 style influencer because she has a pristine reputation #he has like 5 points of negative relationship with Marinette #Emelie is just vibing #ALSO they have two infants #miraculous ladybug #the sims 4

[felixfathom]

the english script sucks ass especially in S5

#marinette making a cat pun while she's crying ... i'm not even an influencer hashtag run ...

[piixxiidust]

love applying to colleges with a major in art while being in art block

#writing personal statements on how art influences my life #meanwhile i cant draw anything that isn't a head on headshot of marinette #pix.txt

[buggachat]

youtuber/tiktoker/whatever-type-of-video-influencer marinette, where she makes crazy DIY and craft videos and debunks fake content-farm DIYs. she has a modest but loyal mass of followers that grow by the day as her crafts get increasingly intricate and cool. she catalogues all of her mistakes and is very earnest about the process. adrien falls asleep to videos of her sewing and making cool containers and explaining the mechanisms of the strange devices she makes

#lots of fashion and sewing of course but other crafts as well #i think a lot about how marinette made that box that she keeps the miraculous box in #the giant sewing box with a secret drawer that can only be accessed through by inputting a code into hidden buttons #like. that's a whole ass device w mechanisms and everything. girl is an all around DIY queen

[troycattribunny]

There's only one show I want a gritty adult reboot of and that's miraculous

#Marinette deserves to say fuck and have a gun and kill a guy #and also influence fashion trends #mlb

[revolutionary-thoy]

You all *really* liked my Re-verse designs so I did Rose and Juleka as well! The initial idea was to switch up their aesthetics, but being goth is like Juleka's defining trait so I just made her a slightly different flavor of goth jhkjjfjl

I've been throwing around some worldbuilding and backstory ideas for the Re-verse. The current idea for these two is that this Juleka is even more shy and reserved than our Juleka, since she never got to be friends with the other girls, and i feel like Anarka would be much more of a strict and controlling parent in this universe, similar to how Marinette seems to have the opposite homelife in the Re-verse. As for Rose, she didn't recieve proper treatment for her anime coughing disease™ due to the Supreme's influence on the healthcare system or something, so she's still sick. Due to Rose being bedridden most of the time, she also has little to no friends. Juleka and Rose are each other's only friend pretty much. The two of them would *eventually* join the Resistence some time after the events of the special (my hc is that by the time of the special the resistence consists of just Gabe, Alya, Nino, Max and Kim)

Full lineup below

#art #fanart #my art #miraculous #miraculous reverse #miraculous paris #miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanart #re-verse #miraculous re-verse #miraculous shadybug #shadybug #claw noir #rose lavillant #juleka couffaine #reverse

[zoe-oneesama]

I also think the recent ep where Mari is scolded for not improving Chloe's behavior as a class rep, is not fair. A class rep is there to be the voice for the students and act as a form of communication, not mentor or educate another child. Mari also became class rep to stop Chloe's bullying, not reform her or give her therapy. I can't believe they (the class) actually gave the class rep position to Lila, even Marinette has done so much for them, and little Miss Liar is only full of hot air. Side eye

The Class Rep thing in "Revelation" was so dumb in all aspects, like, FIRST of all-

Lila cannot seriously be bringing up that it's "undiplomatic" that they held elections without her when she wasn't even going to Francois Dupont yet, are you trying to look me in the face and tell me "Volpina" happened before FREAKING "Darkblade"?! (And obviously no one brings up this fact when she's talking nonsense)

WHY is Bustier even entertaining this garbage when there's two weeks of school left?! Like, sorry Lila, try again in high school if you can even get in with your attendance record. The only things left for the Class Rep to even do is the Student -Teacher Career Course planning which sounds super important and like a really dumb thing to suddenly hand over to two people who haven't been preparing for it in the slightest!

Marinette is running on the "Actually this is pointless, I've done great as a class president because it's actually not my job to change Chloe for the better, especially when Bustier, her parents, and Ladybug herself couldn't get her to pull her head out of her ass, so I'm going to spend my time on things that actually matter and will have results" and legit why does anyone care about "improving Chloe" when in TWO WEEKS they will be at TOTALLY DIFFERENT SCHOOLS and hopefully NEVER have to see her in person again?! Though realistically she should be running on the "we have two weeks left why are we even here" campaign.

And Lila is running on the "Chloe can change if someone just worked with her instead of spending all their time on their own romance like a selfish jerk" platform and the class eats this up just because Chloe is "willing" to be Lila's deputy. Except Lila has been hanging out with and being friends with Chloe since freaking "Penalteam"! And guess who's still an asshole despite your "influence" Lila?! OH RIGHT, YOUR NEW DEPUTY! Hell, "Adoration" JUST happened 3 episodes ago where Chloe was framing Marinette for theft! Your "influence" isn't worth SHIT to anyone paying attention!

Now, Lila's only going for the President role so she can fuck everyone over in "Confrontation", so obviously this stupid campaign was going to happen and Lila was going to win just to set up the Big Bang where Lila exposes herself. Who cares that it stretches suspension of belief past it's limits, that's just the Gold Standard when it comes to Lila schemes.

Anyway, can't wait for her grand plans as The Villain of the next arc. -_-

#ml salt #revelation salt #writing salt

[zodoods]

keep seeing posts ab tamaki suoh’s influence on baby weeb adrien (ty @anna-scribbles) but I think they’re all weebs here’s what I think they would dress up as for Halloween (adrien: tamaki suoh (ohshc), marinette: sailor moon, alya: gon freecs (hxh), nino: tanjiro (demon slayer))

my head canons under the cut

adrien: I think he would enjoy a lot of “old” animes esp stuff like fruits basket like I think these would hold a lot of nostalgia for him I can definitely see him enjoying animes like horimiya (esp bc of that secret identity element) but like . maybe horror/thrillers as well like i think he would enjoy the promised neverland

marinette: i want to say shoujo like I definitely see her watching shoujo and obviously sailor moon elements in her transformation but I think that’s more of a comfort anime for her? I think Marinette would enjoy shounen works as well especially ones that kind of toe the line (ex. Sk8 the infinity). i think she would really like darling in the Franx as well (robot mechs and romance what is not to like—fits with her mecha strike obsession too)

alya: definitely action packed animes especially long ones I see her enjoying jjk, hunter x hunter, bsd and again definitely anything with a superhero component like bnha but I also see her enjoying action-comedies like spyxfamily

nino: big shounen fan, like definitely watched every ep of Naruto and dragon ball z as a kid and I see him gravitating towards fantasy action like demon slayer and chainsaw man. he definitely watched one piece methinks

SORRY FOR THE WORD VOMIT EHFKEFKHEKHF give me ur head canons Too!!

#miraculous fanart #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug fanart #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #alya cesaire #nino lahiffe #my art #ot4