#poor marinette

[sarcasticbambi]

HMBingo "Hot Chocolate"

Marinette loved mornings like this. Waking up in the arms of the one she loved while being basked by the sunlight filtering in through the windows. 

The best part? Neither of them had duties to attend to that would require them to be up early, so they could stay in bed to their heart's content.

And she was so grateful for that, because the previous night’s mission took a toll on Damian, and although he’d gotten better at expressing himself, he still wouldn’t let people know when he got injured.

Thankfully, she’d learned to read him very well and managed to convince him for a day in (it took a bit of help from Alfred’s side, but still, she managed to do it).

Moving his arm from its place firmly wrapped around her waist, Marinette got up to start preparing something for them both to eat. She moved lightly, in hopes of not waking him up so he could have a bit more rest, wrapping herself in her robe and getting her slippers on, she left the room, unaware of the emerald orbs already following her form.

She started by preparing herself a mug of coffee and placing the frozen croissant dough in the oven for 15 minutes.

She doesn’t have as much time to bake as she’d like to, so, whenever she does have the time, she bakes extra and freezes them so she only needs to place the dough in the oven to still have fresh pastries whenever she feels like it.

For Damian, she started a water bath to melt the chocolate and started heating up the milk with a hint of cinnamon and nutmeg.

For someone who inherited his father’s stoic look and with his mother’s training, it came as a surprise to her when she found that his favourite beverage was a cup of hot chocolate milk. But then again, it shouldn’t come as a surprise, especially when it was prepared by the one and only Alfred Pennyworth.

She had yet to reach his level of connaissance when it came to Hot Chocolate but, so far, the DuPain-Cheng recipe hadn’t failed her, so she was proud of herself for managing that much.

Distracted with her hot chocolate recipes, she wasn’t aware of the second person in the kitchen until strong arms wrapped themselves around her waist and his forehead fell on her shoulder, startling her out of her musings.

“Why did you leave?” came his groggy voice.

Damian already had a very pleasant voice to hear and she swore she could hear him talk all day if allowed, but his morning voice was something else, and it made the butterflies in her stomach become a chaotic mess she could not contain.

Turning around she pressed a light kiss on his lips and, taking a deep breath she replied, “I was just preparing something for us to have for breakfast. You can go back to the room and I’ll bring it all in, Honey.”

“Trying to get rid of me first thing in the morning already?” he said while peppering kisses all over the shoulder he was propped on.

No deep breath will help me recover from this, first thing in the morning even!!

“Damian, you know that’s not it! You need to rest, especially after last night. I just want you to recover and let me take care of you in the meantime.”

“I am rested.” he said while still continuing his ministrations on her shoulders, changing sides this time.

“Damian, I’m trying to prepare your Hot Chocolate!” She tried admonishing him.

“And what’s preventing you from continuing?” He asked, as if he was not aware of how much his actions affected her.

“You know exactly what it is! Aren’t you hungry, I’m trying to prepare breakfast here!”

“Oh, I am hungry alright.”

“See, I’m prepa- Damian!”- she didn’t get to finish her thought as Damian placed his hands on her waist more firmly before turning her around and placed her on the counter, so she was levelled with him, swiftly moving the cups aside so no spillings would happen.

“I’m hungry for something else though, something sweet.”

Damian always let Marinette know just how much he liked kissing her, that it was his favourite way of showing her affection. He also liked saying her kisses were sweet, teasing her that it was because she was raised in a bakery.

So when he leaned in for a kiss, she shouldn’t have been as surprised as she was.

But then again, every intimate moment with Damian was a surprise because one never knows what to expect from him. 

This time, it was her on the kitchen counter, his hands on her hips and his lips peppering kisses all over her shoulders and collarbones. 

“If you want something sweet, you could always have the hot chocolate I just finished preparing and you just pushed to the side.”

He pulled away from his ministrations to look at her and the little pout on her lips. She saw something light up in his eyes, as if he’d had an idea - which usually meant trouble - and saw him grab the said mug. He looked at it and placed it in front of her lips, looking at her expectantly.

“What? You want me to drink it? I made it for you though!” 

He just kept staring at her with the mug placed in front of her lips, so she huffed, but grabbed it and took a sip, all while raising her eyebrows at his strange behaviour this morning.

After confirming she had indeed taken a couple sips from the hot beverage, he placed it down and kissed her like a starved man.

Marinette, poor soul, could only place her arms on his wide shoulders in her flustered state. Not that she wasn’t enjoying it, because she definitely was. It was just startling, and her poor heart could not take that much so early in the morning.

Leaning away from her lips, he sighed.

“It was indeed a very sweet hot chocolate, thank you for preparing it for me Habibi.”

Marinette just stared at him blankly, still attempting to form words, or even process what had just happened. And it seemed Damian was enjoying her reaction a little too much, if his smirk was anything to go by.

“I’ll go wash up first and return to eat.” He said and pecked her still sligh opened lips in her dazed state.

In the end, she only got out of her stupor when he shouted from their room:

“The croissants will burn if you don’t take them out now!”

#dc x mlb #maribat #daminette #damian x marinette #damian wayne #marinette dupain cheng #lazy mornings #dorks in love #damian wayne is a little shit #counter kisses #neck kisses #poor marinette #fluff #lots of fluff #tooth rotting fluff #you'll need a dentist appointment afterwards

[mysticraven20]

The Situationship

Chapter 7: Joined at the hip, yeah, your sidekick needs you

Except:

“Let me guess,” Marinette pondered as she moved from the bedroom into the hallway, towards the kitchen. “Does it have something to do with a certain ex-model whose photograph I used to have plastered all over my walls?”

‘Of course! You were out with Adrien frigging Agreste, Marinette!’

Smiling to herself, she held the phone between her shoulder and ear as she filled the kettle with water, then grabbed her mug and dropped a tea bag inside, one of her stolen contraband from the hotel in London. “I was.”

‘And?’

She thought about how much she should actually give Alya. After all, the girl was away for the next couple of weeks and Marinette knew it would drive her insane if she didn’t know every single detail.

She walked over to the fridge and opened the door, spotting the beautiful sight of a T&S bakery box, and grabbed the milk. “Oh, you know, we did a little dance, made a little love, and pretty much got down to–”

As she shut the door and turned back towards the kettle, she froze looking into green eyes. Green eyes which weren’t human but were fully familiar.

She screamed.

She really, really screamed, causing the intruder to scream too.

They screamed backwards and forwards, Alya’s panicked tone on the other side of the phone backed by an enthusiastic pounding at her door.

“Alya,” Marinette whimpered, her eyes still on her partner standing right in front of her. “I’m going to need to call you back.”

The pounding on the door continued. Whoever was on the other side sounded like they were about to break it down.

‘Marinette, what’s wrong?’

“I’ve - I’ve –”

Chat Noir placed a finger over his lips, shaking his head and widening his eyes.

Right, it wouldn’t be the best idea to suddenly announce her partner was in her home. “I’ve just burned myself, silly me, you know what I’m like. I’ll call you back later.”

Read more of the chaos here

Amazing artwork by @peonyfanart

Written for the @mlbigbang

#adrienette #ladynoir #marinettedupaincheng #adrienagreste #ladybug #chatnoir #half reveal #Chat Noir’s a what? #unorganised chaos #ladybugandcatnoir #marichat goodness #marichat #poor marinette #protective Luka #ml fan fic #ml #ml big bang 2023

[lovely-lynn]

This is for the amazing @sayuricorner who is an absolute angel. Thank you for being so patient with me!! 😘 I would like to formally apologize for taking so long!

She asked me to write a crossover fic of ML and JoJo's Bizarre Adventure. This chapter is more of an intro than anything else, the exciting stuff is (hopefully) coming soon though!!

Chapter 3

The flight from Paris to Japan took about twelve and a half hours. Marinette would love to say that she was so excited that she didn't mind the flight but unfortunately that was far from true. Don't get her wrong, she was very excited but as she discovered, she HATES flying. The seats were narrow and the cabin stuffy. The people were loud most of the time and she ended up sitting next to a man who smelled of week old garlic. They had also stumbled across several turbulences, all of which made her sick to her stomach. All in all, her flight had not been a wonderful experience. Tikki, who had been trapped within her purse the entire time, seemed to agree with her wholeheartedly.

Needless to say, she was very glad to exit the plane and feel the solid ground under her feet as well as the cool evening air on her face. The slight breeze felt nice after being stuck in that stuffy cabin for so long. Marinette spent another twenty minutes in baggage claim waiting for her bags to come through. She couldn't deny that she began to panic wondering what would have happened if they had lost her bags. She had kept the miracle box with her as a carry on so nothing irreplaceable would have been lost but that still didn't mean she wanted to replace these things. Her worries, however, had been unfounded and the pale pink suitcases had slowly begun to trickle in.

As this was a bordering school and she would be staying here for a while, she had brought several bags, which made it awkward to maneuver through the airport. Her parent where going to be shipping several items to her, items that she was too nervous to bring on the plane for fear of losing them, but she was still carrying a numerous amount of baggage. She was convinced that Chloe and her Maman had packed enough clothes to clothe a small army. If that army was made of five foot girls that is. Which, despite one might think, Marinette had it on good authority that they were very feisty and good in a fight.

At the exit there was a man, dressed in a suit and tie , holding a sign that had her name written across the front in big letters. The sight caught Marinette off guard. She had been prepared to call a taxi. Hesitantly, Marinette approached the man.

"Ms. Dupain- Cheng I presume?" The man questioned in a gentle yet sophisticated voice. Marinette nodded nervously but the man smiled, " It is a pleasure to meet you, I am here to escort you to Speedwagon Academy," Without a further word he took some of her bags in his arms and began to make his way towards a grey minivan that clashed comically with his pristine suit and tie.

Once all of her bags had been packed into the trunk of the car, Marinette buckled herself in and prepared for another long ride. The airport was about thirty minutes from Speedwagon Academy which, admittedly, wasn't that long in the grand scheme of things but after her long ,and honestly exhausting flight, every minute felt like an eternity. On the bright side, the car ride gave her time to think about the things that were coming. It gave her a time to process everything that was going on in a way that she couldn't on the plane.

Marinette was so ready for a fresh start. She was so excited to finally be herself again. There was only one problem: Marinette didn't know who she was anymore. She had been quiet and compliant for so long that she didn't know how to be anything else anymore. It was like the outgoing girl who could make friends without even trying, the bubbly girl everyone adored, the girl filled with passion and excitement, it was like that girl was gone. And Marinette wanted her back so badly. She desperately wanted to be that girl again. She hated that she had allowed her classmates and people like Lila to so thoroughly destroy her confidence. But as Tikki reminded her time and time again, from destruction could only come creation. Her self confidence might be destroyed now, but that didn't mean she couldn't rebuild it. Marinette wasn't under the illusion that it would be easy, but that thought at least gave her hope. It made her excited for the future and what it held.

Marinette was amazed that by the time they arrived at Speedwagon Academy, she hadn't drifted off. The combination of the warm car with its soothing vibrations and the soft calming music that had played through the speakers paired with her killer jet lag, was a recipe for a nap. A well deserved one, she might add. It was a statement to her excitement, and maybe her nerves, that she remained fully awake.

Upon exiting the car, Marinette couldn't help but take a moment and stare in awe. The campus, or what she could see of it, was gorgeous. The pictures she had seen online didn't even begin to compare to the real thing. The first thing that caught her eye was the sprawling gardens with all different types of flowers and trees. Marinette couldn't imagine how beautiful it would look in the mornings as light began to filter through the trees giving that glowing effect. She couldn't wait to show Tikki the gardens, she could only imagine the kwami's face when she saw it. The gardens weren't the only thing beautiful about the campus though. No, Marinette allowed herself another moment just to marvel at the incredible architecture of the main building. It was a unique style that she couldn't quite place but nonetheless adored. Everything about it screamed creativity and it filled her with a deep passion for creation she hadn't felt in a long time.

Her thoughts and musings were interrupted when a man, coming from the main building, approached her.

"Welcome Ms.Marinette, my name is Jonathan Joestar. I am the Headmaster here at Speed Wagon Academy," Headmaster Joestar said, A gentle smile on his face. The headmaster was a tall man, incredibly so, with brown hair and equally brown eyes. He wore a white collared shirt and a black tie with a matching jacket over top.

"It's nice to meet you Headmaster," Marinette replied, desperately trying to keep the nerves out of her voice. Based on the soft look on his face, she didn't this she succeeded.

"And you, Ms.Marinette. I must say, you have quite the impressive resume," Marinette blushed at his words.

"Thank you sir." He smiled again and Marinette found herself smiling back as some of her nerves melted away. His happy and fairly calm demeanor was catching.

"If you will follow me, Ms.Marinette I will show you to your dorm," He turned and motioned for her to follow. Marinette looked back, intending to grab her bags but finding that at some point since her arrival they had been moved, presumably to her dorm, " You will be rooming with a girl by the name of Trish Una. I believe the two of you will get along just fine. She, if memory serves me correctly, is also a fan of fashion design, " Marinette perked up when she heard that. She had never really had anyone to truly share her hobby with, somebody who truly understood it.

It didn't take long to make it to the girls dormitories, which was on the other end of the schools campus from the entrance. Marinette, not having anything better to do, had studied the map on the plane and now she was glad she did. There was a very high likelihood of her getting lost if left to her own devices. She had, unfortunately, inherited her mother's sense of direction which had ked to some numerous situations in the past. Namely the summer vacation of 2019. Marinette shivered as she remembered it and the disasterous events that followed her mother gaining possession of the map.

Headmaster Joestar took a key and unlocked the entrance door to the dormitory. He held the door open and gestured for her to enter.

" Normally you will use you student ID to get in and out of this building. I believe you will be able to pick it up in the morning," The headmaster explained. Marinette nodded, feeling at a loss for words as she took in her surroundings. comfortable looking couches and chairs lined the walls in the large room, A shelf in the corner was stalked to the brim with board games, and a pool table sat off to the right side. On depths far left and right of the room their was a staircase that led towards the other floors. Across from the entry was an office that probably belonged to the hall director. Seeing her look of wonder the Headmaster continued,

"When classes have finished, you are free to spend your time however you like, including here. I believe there is also a game room and several study rooms scattered throughout the first floor. Everyone is required to be in their dorms by 10:00pm every week night. On weekends that is extended to 11:00pm," That explained why the common space, was completely devoid of people. Now your dorm is on the second floor, room 22b," He handed her a similar key to what he had been using earlier except this one had her room number carved at the top.

"Thank you headmaster," Marinette said politely as she excepted the key.

"Of course, if you need anything do not hesitate to let me know have a wonderful night Ms.Marinette," And with one final smile, he was gone. Marinette took a deep breath and began to walk up the stairs to her dorm. Her bags were sitting outside the door when she arrived, having already been delivered while she was talking to the head master.

With no small amount of difficulty, mostly do to her shaking hands, Marinette shoved down her anxiety and unlocked the door to her new home.

The sight that greeted her was one that made her feel incredibly safe and at home. One side of the dorm, the one currently being lived in, was in the same state of organized chaos that Marinette lived in. She was incredibly happy that her roommate wasn't one of those people that couldn't handle messes being around.

The girl in question, the girl she would be sharing a room with for the remainder of the year was sitting in the center of her bed obviously studying.  Her pink hair had been pulled away from her face, putting her blue eyes on full display. She wore a sunflower covered T-shirt and a pair of tight skinny jeans. She held herself in a way that reminded Marinette a lot of Chloe. She seemed one to put up a front of being arrogant and indifferent but deep down they were incredibly loyal and a huge softy.

"Oh my gosh, you're tiny," were the first words out of her mouth. Despite her nervousness, A small laugh made it past Marinette's lips. The awkward tension in the room melted away after that and Marinette quickly lost track of time. They talked well into the night about their shared love of fashion and Marinette would be lying if she said she didn't love it. Trish was so incredibly easy to talk to. Marinette felt free to say whatever she wanted to say without fear that Trish would judge her. That wasn't to say she wasn't still hesitant, she was, but her nervousness had all but dissipated.

As the night eventually drew to a close a both of them gave in to th call of sleep, Marinette was filled with an overwhelming sense of peace that she had made the right decision and hope for what the future would bring.

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Marinette awoke the next day feeling anxious once again. The prospect of meeting Trish's friends terrified her. It scared her probably more than the thought of attending her classes for the first time. She knew that she was intelligent and so she wasnt as nervous about her ability to make good gradea. Making good friends however, was not and had never been her strong suit. The anxiety was heightened by the fact that she wanted this to work out so badly. She desperately wanted to start new, to explore who she was and rediscover herself. She was tired of being pushed to the side and left alone. She craved some form of companionship.

As they walked through the halls, Marinette couldn't help but notice how much taller people here were than her. It seemed odd to her that a school would have this many people above six foot.

Trish and Marinette passed into the courtyard not far from one of the incredible gardens she had noticed the night before. Gardens which were just as pretty in the morning sun as she had imagined them to be. The pair walked towards the edge of the courtyard, towards a particularly large tree that was surrounded by four people. The closer they got to the group, the mire nervous Marinette felt. By the time they were face to face with them Marinette was sure that her heart would beat out of her chest and that her palms were sweaty enough to form puddles. Trish sent Marinette an easy smile as she began to introduce the group, pointing to each person to indicate them.

"Marinette, I would like you to officially meet my friends: Guido Mista, Pannacotta Fugo, Narancia Ghirga and Giorno Giovanna." Once again, keeping with the trend, all of then were incredibly tall. Seriously, what were they feeding these people? Back in Paris, she had been considered short but their had at least been some people who were close to her in height.

"Guido, how many times to I have to tell you how hideous you smell before you get rid of that stupid calone?" Trish asked, wrinkling her nose. The boy, Guirdo, was in fact wearing a strong smelling calone that while it didn't smell terrible, definitely gave Marinette the beginnings of a headache. Other than that, he gave off a very calming and easy going aura that reminded Marinette a lot of Luka. He wore tight leather pants and a blue turtle neck with a grid pattern and he was wearing a beany that covered the majority of his hair.

Pannacotta had platinum blond hair that had been spiked up. He had bangs that hung low on his forehead reaching down towards his reddish brown eyes. His face was unreadable and his serious look made her uncomfortable. She wasn't sure what to make of him yet. She could tell that he wasn't a danger to her but that didn't really make her feel any better. The daunting image was enhanced by his crisp, perfect looking uniform. 

Narancia had jet black hair and green eyes. He had a happy, almost child like air about him that set Marinette at ease. Despite still being tall, he seemed to be the smaller of the group. He wore the same uniform the rest of them did but he had multiple wrist bands decorating his wrists. Some of them had words on them, others did not.

Finally, the last person in the group, was Giorno. Giorno had long blond hair, the way it was pulled back in did little to tame his curls. He was shorter than most of the others, yet still incredibly tall, and had a slim,muscular build. His build was enhanced by the coat of his uniform and Marinette couldn't help but notice the ladybug pin on his breast pocket.

Marinette felt a familiar, completely unwanted, little flutter in her stomach as she took in his intense greenish blue eyes and- Oh great, she had a type. She shoved the feeling down as far as she possibly could, she refused to let any romantic feeling come between her and these new budding friendships.

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Here is the third chapter !!!! So this took me an insanely long amount if time to finish and I am so sorry for that!!!! to make up for it here is a longer chapter! So I'm going to be completely honest and say I one hundred percent projected on Marinette for the entire chapter. I also apologize because I'm not very good at writing introductions but let me know how I did!! I am going to attempt to get the next chapter out sooner rather than later!!

So the document where I kept my tag list got deleted so if you would please fill this out So i know what you want to be tagged in, that would be great!!

#jojos bizarre adventure #trish una #marinette dupain cheng #class salt #miraculous ladybug #writing is hard #poor mari #Poor Marinette #marinette deserves better #Marinette gets a hug #i tried #i'm so sorry

[bjurnberg]

So i know you read "bakery enemies au" and i know you bake, so i gotta ask:

Have you ever gone into panic mode and made a mistake like ladybug? Maybe not like making bread for a sweets shop, but started and/or finished something COMPLETELY off from what you were supposed to be making?

I’ve never made something I wasn’t supposed to, but I have made mistakes. The biggest of which cost the bakery about $2000.

I was making gluten free pumpkin scones. A massive batch in one of those huge mixers you could fit inside. And I did it all perfectly until the end. When I started rolling out the dough I used regular flour instead of gluten free.

I only caught the mistake when I was cleaning up, and there’s no way to postpone that walk of shame to the boss’ office to admit the mistake because we needed to decide what to do with the fail-dough before anyone baked some off by accident and made a customer ill.

We never threw away anything that could be repurposed, so the boss said to keep the scones in the freezer and bake off a tray each week to make pumpkin bread pudding. With the scone bread soaked and extra ingredients added you couldn’t taste the GF flour difference.

It was a brain-fart moment that made a high-selling item worth a whole lot less. And I had to stay late to remake the batch to keep the very popular GF scones in stock, which meant ordering more of an expensive GF flour blend.

Thankfully I wasn’t yelled at (my boss was very kind), but the shame and disappointment was real.

#bjurnberg #bjurnberg answers #bakery life #poor Marinette #I feel her frustration

[artlindalin]

DESTINED TO REIGN (READ HERE)

Horrified, Ladybug watches Adrien fall. She had been too focused on what she was doing to consider Mr. Pigeon would attack Adrien. This is all her fault! The people around her scream for their Prince and she don't notice she is yelling his name. Her heart is pounding wildly and she runs faster than never before in her entire life but how is she really going to get there in time to catch him?!

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[wield-the-mighty-pen]

Can we all just think about what this day has been for Adrien?

Imagine you wake up for the day, excited to have your bi-yearly scheduled lunch with your father, only to be told he has canceled on you once again and when you finally get the courage to speak your mind and talk to him, he interrupts you and tells you that you will be moving away from your home and beloved friends (with a person you hate) for an indefinite period of time. Imagine then, that you head to school, where you share a tender moment with someone who is definitely not just a friend and they give you the advice to talk to your father.

You then get home from school, where you are ambushed by your manipulative cousin, who is offering to trade places with you and help you out with your problem, only to discover he is scheming again. Before you can do anything about that, you have to go save the world with your superhero partner, who you've been feeling a little neglected by lately and for some reason, all those negative feelings seem to be manifesting right now during the fight. She then call in some reinforcements, and this new guy, that she keeps fawning over is giving you bad vibes (it's definitely not just jealously guys).

You save the day and head home, this time with the intent of actually confronting your father, only to be stopped by your superhero partner, who for some reason is looking for your civilian counterpart. She claims that she handed you a miraculous and you very quickly realize that your scheming and manipulative cousin, was scheming and manipulative.

You watch as your partner has a panic attack and do your best to calm her down and help her retain some miraculous. You hear her muffled cries through the door and when you go to check on her, she's gone. You find out that the villain you fight has got a hold of the miraculous and you go to find your partner.

You find her and manager to comfort her, all the while sharing a not-at-all platonic moment with her, and you prepare to fight the villain who has re-monikered himself and given himself new powers.

You see the rabbit miraculous and what looks like a future version of yourself show up and you realize that you will have to go through time in a time battle to reclaim the rabbit miraculous. You are given a rabbit miraculous to use and your very concept of space and time are altered as a result. After a lengthy, convoluted battle, you say goodbye to a good friend and decide to head to London to interrogate your aunt. The interrogation leading nowhere, you decide to head home only to be immediately called by your partner asking you to head to the wax museum and pose like a statue (which totally brings back some memories for you...). You finally get rid of that piece of paper in your bell and manage to capture the villain who you've been fighting for so long.

Except, the plan fails. The villain manages to get away with all of the Kwamis and now you have a weight on your conscious. You have just used against a person the power you vowed to use only for good. You are reminded of the significant power that you wield.

You once more arrive home and turn on the TV to try and distract yourself. Only to see that there's once more a problem that needs your help. You get there and see two people who have similar powers to you and your partner, but there's something wrong. Your partner asserts that they aren't akumatized, but you are wary. You learn that they are a version of you from a different universe, or at least a version of your power. You once more, are reminded the of ultimate destruction you have at your fingertips.

You come to understand that these doubles are in fact your partner and yourself from another universe. A universe, where the villain you are fighting is now your ally. Once assuring your friends are safe, you go after your double to fight them. When you meet to speak to them person to person and talk through your shared trauma. You learn that he too lost his precious mother, but he has no one to help him through it. You relive that loss together. You talk him down from making the wish that a part of you wants to make every single day. You begin to realize the version of you isn't bad, he's just hurting.

After ensuring the safety of other universes and giving a hopeful send of to your doubles, you finally, finally this time head home for the night.

Surveying around your room, you are reminded of the morning that feels like forever ago. You remember what your cousin said, what your good friend said. Emboldened by her words, you decide it's time to face your father. You go to his office where he's working and utter the words you never thought you would: I don't want to be a model anymore

Your father passively assents to this, and finally finally you are free.

You are filled with gratitude and this odd warmth that you don't spend too much time analyzing. You need to do something to thank the person who's advice got you what you so desperately wanted. You decide to call her up and thank her face-to-face.

You call her on the phone, which gets answered by her best friend, and then finally her and you give her your most sincere expression of gratitude, thanking her for everything she has done for you this past year.

As the warmth inside of your chest grows, you tell her you will do your best to pay it. You end the phone call with a smile on your face and a happy sigh.

Finally, with thoughts of your dear friend roaming around your mind, you fall asleep exhausted but happy.

This was all one day.

#poor guy needs some rest #lets not even get started on marinettes day #i have seen no evidence that she even slept that night #adrien agreste #chat noir #ml risk #ml strikeback #ml evolution #ml multiplication #ml destruction #ml paris special #ml spoilers #ml season 4 #ml season 5 #ml special #ml special spoilers #ml paris spoilers #miraculous ladybug #mlb #miraculous #ml #miraculeakless #ml leak free #miraculous world #miraculous world paris

[nobodyfamousposts]

Coffeenette

For the record, they blame Alya. All of them do. No question. They will never NOT blame Alya for this.

Even Nino, who is her boyfriend and supposed to support her. He’s agreed with her about almost everything. But not about this.

Even Rose, who is the sweetest girl in their class. She’ll apologize and be really nice about it, but she still blames Alya.

Heck, even Chloe did, which was a surprise. She was a bully sure, but as such, anyone would have thought this sort of thing would be beneath her. Though it could simply be that she just liked having any excuse to make fun of someone.

…Or so they thought until they saw Chloe scramble away to hide as soon as she saw it happen.

But none of them blamed Alya more for this situation than Marinette, who could only swear all unholy vengeance and glare daggers at her soon to be ex-best friend as she took her sole reason for living in this cold and terrible world and threw it in the garbage!

“Marinette, come on. It’s not that big of a deal!”

“It was innocent…”

“It was a cup of coffee!”

“The perfect cup of coffee. The coffee to end all coffees. Brewed to perfection and at just the right temperature. I could have died happily with that coffee. No other cup of coffee will ever compare. Ambrosia was in that cup and you threw it away!”

“Are you serious?!”

“Shh. Shh…I must mourn.”

“Get off the floor!”

“Mourn, I say!”

Oh sure, some had shrugged it off at the time. Alya had just rolled her eyes and dragged Marinette to class—coffeeless. Others had simply laughed a little at the dramatic display before moving on.

But those who knew better were panicking.

Some were already looking up therapists. Two were immediately calling their parents to ask about a school transfer. A few had given up on life and were writing up their wills.

It should be made clear: Marinette Dupain-Cheng was a kind girl. Sweet. Dedicated. Dependable. If you needed help, she was there. She was the one to look to for a solution to any problem. She was the first to put forth an effort and offer an olive branch, even if you hurt her. And of course the last thing she ever wanted to do was upset anyone. And if she did, she would be the first to apologize and try to make up for it.

…the problem was that this was all when Marinette was in a good space. And while her good days exceeded her bad days, that was not to say that there were not bad days. And when she had her bad days, they were…bad.

The thing that few knew about Marinette Dupain-Cheng was that there were…times, you could say, when she was not her normal friendly self. Times when she was…

…Grumpy.

Kind of mean.

Downright brutal, actually.

It only happened when she was either very angry or very stressed.

Which, unfortunately for everyone, has been increasing quite a bit since Hawk Moth made his grand entrance into the world of supervillainy.

Marinette had been stressed for a while and it showed. She’d been losing sleep. And they could tell she’s been more groggy given how frequently she’s been walking into walls and doors. They had thought this was cute at first. They had even laughed about it.

They hadn’t realized that this was actually only the first stage. Not until she started coming in with coffee—something she hadn’t done in years.

Marinette struggled when she was tired.

Thanks to Hawk Moth, she had lately been very tired.

And with her consistent lack of sleep, coffee had been her best friend. Or at least her best consumable friend. The sort of friend that brought her relief and made living bearable.

…until Alya took it away.

It turned out that Marinette’s parents had become…”concerned” about Marinette’s caffeine intake and had forbidden her from the beverage. Normally, they could only keep it away from her at home by either keeping her from the coffee pot or when necessary, switching to decaf. But Marinette had found ways around that by getting her bitter bitter life-saving paint stripper juice outside, usually on the way to school.

Or at least, she used to. But this was a new year and THIS time, Marinette had a new friend—and a BEST FRIEND at that in the form of Alya Cesaire, whom Tom and Sabine had chosen to enlist in their plot to protect their daughter from things that weren’t good for her.

Like coffee. Her precious life-preserving coffee.

And next to the Ladyblog and her secondary role as Rena Rouge, Alya had never jumped on anything faster.

Marinette’s morning coffee run? Done. A thing of the past as Alya would walk her to school and ensure they made no other stops along the way.

Marinette’s stash of coffee and energy drinks? Ransacked. Alya searched her locker, her desk, her bags. And being Marinette’s best friend, she knew ALL of her potential hiding spots.

Marinette’s emergency chocolate-covered espresso beans? Taken. Alya practically treated it like it was radioactive given the gloves and goggles she wore as she removed them. And in her defense, they very well may have been. Marinette was very tight-lipped over just where she had gotten them. She had tried to hide the fact that they WERE espresso beans, but Alya still wasn’t fooled.

Alya was on the hunt and there was NOTHING that could stop her. For her best friend’s “greater good”.

…as far as Marinette was concerned, the “greater good” could shove it.

She saved Paris on a daily basis! This was the LEAST it could give her in return!

Sadly, it appeared that Alya—and by extension Paris, cared not for Marinette’s sacrifice. Thus she was left to stew in her growing rage…stew like the precious brew she was being deprived of.

Up until that point it was clear that Marinette had been surviving on coffee and sheer spite. And now she only had one of those two things left.

But it would be fine! Really!

…so long as no one earned her ire.

Chloe had been one such unfortunate recipient of that ire some time ago in her younger days. Though Marinette had profusely apologized to her afterwards, Chloe never forgot and has held it against her ever since.

...well, after her several month sabbatical from school, at any rate.

So the fact that Chloe was suddenly trying to convince her father to let her take a vacation in the middle of the school year should have been a major red flag.

…or the way Marinette slammed her bag on her desk to get the class’s attention when they started getting off task and too loud in class.

……or the death glare she gave Kim the instant he tried to poke fun at her state with a literal poke to her cheek to try to wake her…and the injured finger he received for his trouble when she grabbed the offending object and bent it back.

…………or how most of the teachers were conveniently refraining from giving them any homework assignments they knew they should have been getting. Or not acknowledging Marinette’s grumpy behavior and sleeping in class. Or avoiding even looking in Marinette’s general direction.

The point was that it was evident that not all was right in the classroom and especially with their normally kind and happy Everyday Ladybug.

To their credit, the classmates had tried to bring Marinette coffee in order to help restore her to her usual state...or at least avoid her wrath.

But all their attempts were for naught, as Alya herself had become something of a bloodhound for caffeine. And having appointed herself as enforcer of the coffee ban, she would confiscate any form of the substance they tried to bring in and dispose of it in short order—much to the classmates’ horror and Marinette’s growing displeasure.

As far as the class could figure, it seemed that coffee was either simply useful in keeping Marinette awake and aware, or it was a comfort to her when she was feeling stressed.

Probably both.

And Alya, in all her misguided concern for the girl’s health, had taken it upon herself to remove the one thing keeping Marinette stable. Stable and happy and not inclined to traumatize anyone unfortunate enough to get in her way.

So yes, everyone in the class did blame her. They didn’t do anything about that resentment, of course, but they did still blame her.

Not that Alya seemed to care.

“Alya.” Nino knelt—literally knelt before her, his hands clasped as if in prayer. “Please. I’m begging you! Just let the girl have her coffee!”

She only rolled her eyes before throwing away yet another cup Marinette had managed to procure from the teacher’s lounge—somehow completely ignoring the daggers the other girl was glaring at them all with from the window of the classroom.

Alya was unmoved.

And seemingly oblivious to the scratch marks on the window left in the wake of Marinette’s pawing.

“It’s for her own good.” Alya insisted, much to the growing horror and frustration of those around her.

“What about our good?“

“You’ll be fine.“ She said dismissively.

“She made Kim cry!” Nino exclaimed, gripping his hat. 

“You’re exaggerating.“

“She brought out the Vial. Do I need to tell you about the Vial?“

“The what now?“

“Marinette has a special Vial she carries during…these times.” Max explained as he helped the despondent Nino to his feet.

Alya blinked.

“Okay?”

“She uses that Vial to collect the tears of anyone who so much as annoys her while she’s in this state!”

“That’s a little weird, but—”

Nino cut her off.

“She uses those tears to flavor her coffee.”

Alya stared.

“What?”

“She flavors her coffee with tears, Alya!” He continued, gripping her shoulders. “Not cream! Not sugar! Not cinnamon or chocolate or pumpkin spice like normal people and Americans! TEARS! OUR TEARS! What does that tell you?!”

“That tells me you’re exaggerating.“ She replied, looking decidedly unimpressed. And thus cruelly ignored his whimpering as she tossed the rest of the coffee into the trash bin.

She shot them a look as she slammed the bin lid closed, as if daring them to challenge her.

Nino looked on the verge of a breakdown.

Max sighed and texted the others.

To everyone else, the slamming of that bin lid was akin to a signal…one that indicated the sealing of their fates.

Some cried. Some prayed.

Most chose to stay out of the way.

…that was likely all they could do.

Other than blame Alya, of course. Which they did.

As Marinette’s antics changed from funny “walking into walls isn’t she cute” to less funny “eviscerate your soul with words”.

As whispers from the rest of the school followed the classmates, offering them sympathy and prayers.

As the very atmosphere changed from a sense of melancholy to ever growing unease and outright paranoia. As if her presence itself brought with it something seemingly eldritch in nature.

And through it all, Alya ignored the warnings and insisted this was for the best.

To be fair, it was perhaps her friendship with Marinette that offered her some protection from the worst of it.

…others were not spared.

Timothy—everyone remember Timothy? Prominent student and good friend to the rest of the class. Top of his class. Fellow swimmer and athlete to Kim and Odine. Was one of the few people Chloe would listen to. Tried to help Nino throw the party during Bubbler and the only one to notice Sabrina hadn’t appeared in a while in Antibug. Remember? That Timothy. Had totally been there all along and was well liked by everyone. Possibly as much as Adrien.

…until he admonished Marinette for bumping into him and not looking where she was going.

And.

Marinette.

Snapped.

It was the moment Marinette finally had enough. Both of the lack of coffee and of holding back her frustration about the situation.

It was also the last time Timothy was seen at school. Or anywhere for that matter. Given how abrupt it was and how people actively avoid mentioning him again, some question if he had ever really existed…

Eh, probably not. It was likely just a rumor.

What wasn’t a rumor was how Chloe (after being denied being allowed to ditch school) presumed that a new year and being Queen Bee meant she was stronger than she had been before and thus strong enough to put the caffeine-deprived version of Marinette in her place. She would prove to Marinette, to herself, and to everyone that SHE was the head bitch in charge.

Marinette was abruptly woken out of a nice daydream that either involved Adrien or coffee or Adrien AND coffee to find herself being yelled at. And find herself face to face with Chloe.

Oh wait, Chloe was the one yelling at her.

She had a hard time making out what Chloe was saying, but the fact remained that it WAS Chloe. Which was never a pleasant place to begin any realization.

It would help if she had coffee.

Was there coffee?

Marinette looked at her depressingly empty hands.

No.

"Well?! Do you hear me?!" Chloe shouted.

Marinette looked up at the blonde and took a slow breath before opening her mouth to speak.

...

…thirty minutes later, Sabrina found Chloe catatonic under her desk and took her home early.

To be fair, she had brought it on herself. After all, she really should have learned her lesson from the last time. But still, it was hard to forget the scene as Sabrina gently guide her out of the building as Chloe mumbled to herself, her face pale, her mascara running, and her eyes wide and haunted.

She was out for the rest of the week.

Bustier was...no help. In her ever rose-tinted fashion, she attempted to speak with Marinette early on what had been a particularly bad morning.

“Marinette, I heard you’ve been having some trouble with your classmates.”

It took a minute for Marinette to realize Bustier was there, much less that she was trying to have a conversation.

“—argument with Chloe the other day. It seems like whatever you had said really hurt Chloe’s feelings.”

Marinette blinked, trying to comprehend what was being said to her.

“—was uncalled for. Chloe didn’t deserve that.”

Bustier. Something about Chloe? She hadn’t seen her in a while. She thought things had been quieter lately…

“—you know how Chloe is and that she needs help. Surely whatever she said couldn’t have been that bad, and—”

These were clearly words, but they weren’t making sense.

“—remember what I said before about the Marinette’s of the world? It’s important to show love to people, even if they aren’t nice. So they can learn from your good example and—”

Marinette.exe needed coffee to continue this conversation.

“I think the two of you can talk this out. You can apologize to Chloe and model the right behaviors.”

Was there coffee to continue?

“—and who knows? Maybe the two of you will even become the best of friends!”

No.

“—what do you think?”

Marinette frowned at Bustier and opened her mouth to speak.

...

...it would be the first and only time Bustier would make such an attempt to speak to coffee-deprived Marinette. Nobody knows exactly what happened, as the students had come in when class started only to find Bustier in the aftermath, sobbing over her desk and completely inconsolable.

No class was had that day.

#ml fic #marinette dupain cheng #alya cesaire #coffeenette #why alya why #alas poor timothy #we...didn't really know you at all actually #but you will be missed #yes I'm actually writing this #pray for me #pray for everyone actually #the poor poor traumatized souls

[miabrown007]

the summer after finishing university in New York, Marinette gets invited to a camping trip with Alya and Nino and his best friend. which, honestly, is for the best. at least she has more time than the four years she's already had to figure out how to reach out to her one-time superhero partner, with whom she fell out of touch after the reveal.

only, it's Adrien Agreste waiting for them on the meeting point, beaming so hard at her that it's blatantly obvious they know each other well. in her panic, what is Marinette supposed to tell Alya and Nino to protect their identites, if not that they used to date?

(fake exes AU x there was only one tent)

#miraculous ladybug #writing prompt #ladynoir #adrinette #if you thought fake-dating was ridiculous enough get ready for: fake exes!! #Adrien is sunshine. his lady!! he's so happy to see her again!!! but also she did kind of ghost him for years is she mad at him? #Marinette is dying inside. maybe this would be easier if she ever fell out of love with Chat Noir and not just dated for sport during her B #Alya doesn't understand how could her best friend hide a relationship all throughout highschool but she wants to know all about it! #Nino's pretty sure Adrien is still in love with Nette which makes everything so much more complicated. couldn't they just stargaze in peace #I'm clearly having a lot of thoughts about it but I also do not think this is getting written unfortunately #poor boy sitting in my drafts for a year now. someone liberate him!!

[globodoodles]

I made a fanart of Bakery enemies by @buggachat. I felt this scene so intense. I imagine this whole part like a movie and thats what I want to do with the fanart.

#I just love all on this part is perfect #bakery enemies au #buggachat #miraculous ladybug #ml #mlb fanart #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #my poor baby

[ladyofthenoodle]

so after seeing marinette install a 5 foot long two way mirror without breaking a sweat, whose gonna write the au where marinette is the handyman in the shitty apartment adrien rents when he first gets out of gabe’s house

#adrien breaking things intentionally so he gets to see her #the apartment manager starts getting suspicious #one day adrien breaks his faucet and gets all dolled up waiting for marinette and then they send some random old guy #poor adrien is like i used the last of my adrien brand cologne for this?!?! #miraculous ladybug #ml confrontation

[i-wiggle-i-squirm-bc-i-am-a-worm]

every time I think abt Multiplication (the episode, not math) I’m just stuck thinking abt how they all just left Nino standing there like lmaoooo dude

#it lives in my brain #he didn't even try to follow adrien #he just decided to hang out in front of the school I guess???? #poor dude #but tbh I would do the exact same thing in his situation #I mean if the akuma wants u dead they'll find a way #miraculous ladybug #miraculous comics #miraculous crack #adrien agreste #marinette dupen chang #ayla cesiare #nino lahiffe #mlb #miraculous lb #I gotta stop with these stupid comics and focus on my au #but I cannot control where my attention goes #mlb season 5 #ml multiplication #multiplication spoilers

[sarcasticbambi]

HMBingo "Baking Disaster"

Opening the door to her apartment, Marinette is immediately engulfed by the smell of something burning. 

Her first reaction was to panic and worry that someone managed to somehow get through the Waynes’ security system - even if the chances were almost 0, there was still the possibility of it happening.

She knew Damian would be out of the house the entire day, being too busy with WE meetings since Bruce was officially stepping down and leaving the company in his and Tim’s hands.

So it was natural that she’d be worried about the house smelling like something was burning.

Did she leave the oven on? Did she forget something IN the oven before leaving the house?

But she hadn’t even had the chance to cook or eat anything in the morning, and Damian doesn’t step foot in the kitchen without her, so there’s really no way either of them left anything cooking and forgot about it. 

Looking down, she found Damian’s slacks at the door and while that did help calm some nerves, it was still not enough, so she called out to him. 

“Dami? I’m home!” clattering noises were heard in response, an almost silent “shit” followed and soon after, footsteps were coming her way.

“Uh Mari?” his head peeked around the corner of the foyer. The rest of his body was hidden behind the wall and that was making marinette suspicious, even more so when her collectible “Le Coq Gaulois” baking timer went off.

She never thought she’d ever hear Damian’s baritone voice go up a pinch, but she was suddenly left speechless when it went up a couple notches when he said “Why are you home so early?”

Narrowing her eyes “I’m not early, I finished all my fittings in time. What are you doing Damian, and was that my limited edition french timer that you are NOT allowed to touch?”

“Uhhh no?”

“You don't sound so sure of yourself and that doesn't reassure me in the slightest. What are you doing and what is this burning smell”

“Nothing-” 

And as if destiny was having fun with his misery, the fire alarm went off.

Pushing him off the way he was trying to cover from her, Marinette navigated the familiar walls to her kitchen, where she saw a mess of all her baking supplies and some grocery bags in one corner. There was flour all over the kitchen surfaces, the sink was full of dishes and bowls and from the looks of it, so was the dishwasher, batter was dripping from the island and,  was that egg on her kitchen cabinets???

Above all this, was a cloud of smoke, clearly coming from her very expensive and custom made oven that was currently looking like a baking war broke out on it and it lost. There were trays with charred remains of something she could not for the life of her figure out what it was on top of it and Marinette could only think What the heck has he been doing to my kitchen????

She promptly made her way around the island and opened the oven, only to have a gust of smoke coming out of it. Ordering Damian to open the windows and close all room doors, she started to clear out the air, in an attempt to shut off the fire alarm. It obviously didn’t work since maintenance was still called up to the penthouse to check if everything was alright and they even helped them with clearing the air.

After the air became more breathable , she sat Damian down. He refused to look her in the eyes, but he seemed very interested in the strawberries container that somehow survived the chaos he brought upon her kitchen.

"Care to explain why my kitchen looks like a warzone, and what were you even doing in here? You never step foot in the kitchen without me. The only thing you know how to make without my supervision is the tea and coffee for our breakfast."

She was all but glaring at him, and in response, she got a very uncharacteristic reaction.

He was pouting. Damian "I'm-colder-than-the-North-Pole-and-my-heart-is-darker-and-more-bitter-than-the-coffee-Tim-and-Mari-consume-everyday-multiple-times-a-day" Wayne was actually pouting. She was so stupefied over this reaction she didn't even notice he was talking to her. well, not talking, it was more like mumbling than anything else.

"You gotta speak a bit louder than that if you want me to actually understand the reason you burned down my kitchen."

"Alfred's birthday is in 2 days and, since he's the one always baking our birthday cakes, I thought I'd bake him one for a change."

"That's so sweet honey! But why didn't you ask me for help, it's not like I was born and raised in a bakery or anything. And I love Alfie like a grandpa, I'd be more than happy to help you with it!"

Damian kept mumbling answers under his breath, which wasn't helping with Marinette's frustration regarding the whole situation.

"Damian!"

"I didn't want to bother you ok? happy now?"

"What do you mean you didn't want to bother me, you know I'm always willing to help!"

"Exactly!"

"wha-"

"It's exactly because you're always willing to help that I didn't want to ask for help. You've been so busy with commissions these past weeks that you always sleep in the studio and I'm the one taking you to the bedroom so you don't wake up sore in the morning. And on the few occasions you're not stuck in the studio, you're busy with back to back fittings and last minute arrangements because the gala is only a month away. I couldn't just pop in on your busy schedule just to have you help me bake a stupid cake, they're not even that difficult to make."

"If they're not that difficult to make, then why is the kitchen in the state it is and we had to have maintenance come up to help shut off the fire alarm?"

"..."

"I didn't mean to ruin your kitchen, I know how much you treasure it and your utensils"

"Oh Damian honey. I'm not upset about it, I was more concerned about your safety! matter of fact, I'm more upset that you didn't ask for my help than I could ever be because of you making a mess of my kitchen."

"I've told you-"

"I know. Let's put it this way, if I wanted to create a portrait for my parents for their wedding anniversary and needed help because it's not an art form I'm used to, compared to you, who always draws portraits of everyone and everything you feel like."

"I would help you, of course!"

"Alright, but! What if it was during Seasonal Meeting weeks. You know, the ones that have you so busy, you tend to sleep in the office and just come home to get a new change of clothes or if me and/or Alfred drag you out of there."

"No meeting is more important than you, of course I'd drop it to come to your aid."

"And why would I not do the same for you? You are just as important to me as you say I am for you. I would have said yes and rescheduled any meetings to be with you for such an important celebration, to help you with anything you need. That's because we're partners, and we support each other no matter what, no matter when. And that Damian, is because I love you."

After a bit of silence - that Marinette assumes to be reflective on Damian's part - he pulls her in between his open legs and hugs her midsection, his forehead leaning against her collarbone and his arms tightening the embrace.

"I'm sorry, I didn't think of it from that perspective. I completely understand what you mean, and because of that, I'd like to ask..." he took a steadying breath "I'd like to ask for your help in baking something for Alfred's birthday."

Exhaling softly, Marinette placed one of her hands on his shoulder, and the other on his midnight strands. Placing a soft kiss to the crown of his head, she smiled. 

"Of course you dummy, I was just waiting for you to ask."

He looked up at her and smiled, "Thank you, love."

"We do have to clean up this mess first if we want to be able to bake anything at all." she giggled.

He stayed in the same position,but turned his face around to look at his mess.

"Indeed. Again, I'm very sorry."

"I've told you, it's fine. Let's go. We'll also need to get new groceries since I'm sure you destroyed them all in your attempts to make - hold on, what exactly were you trying to bake again?

"... I prefer not to disclose that information."

"Come on Dami, I need to know so I'll know what we need and what to prepare for it."

"...cake.."

"what?"

"I was trying to make a yellow cake."

"..."

"pft hahahahaha- yello- yellow cake hahahaha! You destroyed my kitchen trying to bake the most basic of basic cakes hahahaha"

Marinette was still trying to catch her breath by the time she managed to finish her sentence. 

“Ha. Ha. Laugh all you want, but remember, not everyone was raised in a bakery.”

“Damian, honey. No one would make as big of a mess baking for the first time as you have.”

“Just leave it. It’s alright, we can bake him that and more! Maybe some of those scones he loves so much!”

“Hm. Whatever you want to make, I’ll be your assistant.”

“Oh no, I’m not baking it. You are. I’ll just be here to help and guide you through the steps.”

“I guess it’s time I beat my brothers in another field and finally be unbanned from Alfred’s Kitchen.”

“Suuuuure.”

“Mari?”

“Hm.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome? What for though?”

“I love you.”

“Hehe, I’ll leave it be for now. I love you too Dami!”

#dc x mlb #maribat #daminette #damian x marinette #damian wayne #marinette dupain cheng #dorks in love #damian wayne is a little shit #poor marinette #fluff #lots of fluff #tooth rotting fluff #you'll need a dentist appointment afterwards #baking #damian wayne can't bake for shit #RIP marinette's kitchen #it was for a good cause tho #grandpa alfie #baking disaster #marinette is so done #she's tired of this man's nonsense #arson #“I would have said yes” prompt

[hufflepotato-18]

HELLO?? MARINETTE GOT THROWN INTO A WALL??? LIKE, DETRANSFORMED, WITH NO POWERS AT ALL, MARINETTE????

#miraculous ladybug #ml season 5 #ml deflagration #ml spoilers #mlb #marinette dupain cheng #MY POOR BABY

[miraculouslbcnreactions]

In Defense of Marinette

I like Marinette. While there are many valid criticisms of her writing, the same can be said for literally every other character and she's actually doing pretty well given that she's the main character. After all, in a show where consistent characterization is an ongoing issue, the one with the most screen time will probably be the one who's the biggest victim of the issue.

This is heavily exacerbated by the rule that supposedly governs Miraculous. Namely that, in each story, Marinette must make a mistake. Or, at least, so says the head writer:

I really do not care what this guy says on Twitter or anywhere else. I only care about what's in the show because, if you have to go outside the text to understand the text, then you have no idea how to tell a good story.

However, unlike many of the tweets that I've seen, this one isn't some BS bit of lore. It's a writing rule and it has substantial backing in the text. It's extremely rare to have an episode where Marinette comes out smelling like roses and that's a problem because Miraculous has over 100 episodes. In other words, to follow this rule, the writers have to come up with over 100 ways for Marinette to be wrong so of course she's going to come across poorly. Why would you do this to your main character?

It's extremely common for kids shows to have a "lesson of the day" element to them. Someone always needs to learn something, but I've never seen a show misunderstand the assignment so badly. Learning a lesson is not the same as doing something wrong.

It's been a while since I watched the 2010 version of My Little Pony, but it really leaned into that whole "lesson of the day" thing and it actually knew what it was doing, so I'm going to talk about it briefly to discuss things that Miraculous should have done.

The first thing to note is that MLP had an unambiguous main character - Twilight Sparkle - but Twilight was not the one who learned all of the lessons. She had a pet dragon and a crew of five friends who would, occasionally, be the ones to learn the lesson because there were lots of lessons that simply didn't fit Twilight's character. Instead of warping Twilight to make the idea work (cough cough Ikari Gozen cough), the writers just let someone else have the spotlight for a bit.

This is an excellent way to build out your cast and Miraculous had plenty of opportunities to do it. For example, Lila should not have been Marinette's issue. The fact that Lila hates Marinette could have certainly stuck around, but the one who takes her down and learns to investigate her sources? That should have been Alya. A liar is the perfect enemy for an investigative journalist, but a poor enemy for someone who shines as a battlefield commander and overthinks when she's given too much time.

Another way that MLP would teach lessons was to have someone other than Twilight or the main crew cause the issue that they then had to deal with. This leads to one of the best moments in children's television:

And, frankly? Marinette deserves a moment like this. That poor girl has been through hell and is never allowed to make the right call when it really matters. The show will even completely rewrite its lore to make her fail (see: Strike Back). That is such an awful thing to do to your lead! Shows about female empowerment should include women feeling powerful and, no, Lila and Chloe don't count!

Also, the show is literally about Gabriel taking advantage of people who are upset. You don't need to have Marinette make a mistake to shoehorn in a life lesson. Akumas are life lesson fodder and season 1 actually seemed to get this. I'm not sure why they switched gears to "Marinette is the star and, therefore, must always be wrong."

The final way that MLP taught lessons was to have Twilight do something wrong because having your main character do something wrong is a totally valid way to teach lessons. It just shouldn't be your only way because you know who is always wrong in children's media?

Villains.

They wrote Marinette like a villain.

And a large part of the fandom hates her for it because of course they do.

You're not supposed to like villains.

#ml writing salt #ml writing critical #marinette deserves better #Youtube #justice for my poor girl #she legitimately has a good base character and she's fun to write if you keep her consistent #The applejack thing crossed my dash a bit ago and I keep thinking about it and feeling sad for Marinette

[i-like-anything-water]

'Marinette found Chloe pretty when they met and had a crush on her which gave her a bit of hope that Chloe actually had some kindness in her which made their antagonism more impactful because she was both fourteen and crushing on a mean girl' is such an idea I love.

#chloe bourgeois #chloenette #marinette dupain cheng #this is based on a fic btw #honesty by seekinghelp_adhd #highly recommend #it's so cute and gay and i love mari who takes control #poor babygirl chloe #she was expecting to get rejected but got a cute girlfriend and a tiny god threatening her instead

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A lot of how Marinette acts makes sense when you remember she’s a 14/15 year old girl with the weight of the world on her shoulders.

#miraculous ladybug #she had every right to breakdown in s5e9; she’s royally screwed up; her emotions are clouding her judgement #like that poor girl has a lot on her plate it’s a miracle she didn’t get akumatized earlier #Although it would be nice to see her actually get akumatized but like on the one random day she doesn’t have her earrings #although idk how that would work #anyway Marinette needs a break