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rewatching ephemeral and chat blanc is realizing that they were never showing us that it would be catastrophic if adrien and marinette knew each other's identities. it was always that it would be catastrophic if adrien was around when they had that final battle with hawkmoth. and that is horrifying. They were always telling us in the end, when it concerns adrien's family, when adrien's name would be used to convince gabriel to choose otherwise, that adrien's presence would always tip the scales in the opposite direction... because gabriel doesn't view adrien as having agency. he never has. yielding to his son is a concept so outlandish he can't even imagine it.
if adrien had been there? no matter how much they fought, no matter how they appealed to him, gabriel would have never reconsidered. and thats why, adrien being forced to acknowledge him as a hero, beating himself up for not being there, is so awful, because we know that it would have turned out much worse.
there never was a chance of complete victory for our heroes. gabriel wouldn't have allowed it.
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And now have decided to draw for it :D
My return to tumblr, heralded by the illustrious maribat server!
My first doodle is for the fanfic No Choices by @starwarsmum!! This fanfic definitely has a few more drawable moments, as do the others, so stay tuned!
every now and then i remember how funny the lego batman Dick Grayson adoption story was. like, Dick was just a fanboy in an orphanage who decided it would be cool if Bruce Wayne was his dad, so when he met Bruce he straight up just asked if Bruce would adopt him, and Bruce wasn't listening to a word this kid was saying because he was distracted, so he just assumed Dick wanted an autograph and signed the adoption documents in Dick's hands, and then he just got in his car and drove off. Alfred had to be the one to go back and get him, just sighing as he opened the car door like 'well, i guess it's legal now, you better get in'. like that's gotta be top ten funniest fucking ways for Bruce to adopt a kid. i think that method should be used more, and i personally think it should be used by Tim.
like- fanboy/stalker child Timothy Drake; knows his parents suck and he decides he wants a new dad. and who would be fucking better than the man he knows for a fact to be Batman?! i want Tim to straight-faced no fear just march up to Bruce during some kind of event with guardianship papers he's already forged his parents signature on, deciding to face-to-face randomly ask this man to be his new dad.
Bruce is not paying attention to anything this kid says, by the way. Bruce is trying to leave the event because Jason's with him and he wants the kid to get an early night before school the next morning. there's press and people asking for pictures swarming the street between him and his car. it's too loud, he's got Jason clinging to his hand and trying to keep up from behind, and there's so many people clamouring for his attention that when this little kid somehow manages to slip up to his side, paper and pen in hand, that he vaguely remembers as one of the kids in his neighbourhood, Bruce just quickly scrawls his signature where the kid points and then tries to shove the paparazzi back again.
Jason's the only one who notices, having tuned out all the other visual and audio mess because he trusted Bruce to handle it. when he sees the glee on Tim's face his hand slips from Bruce, and while the man steps away to demand everybody clear a pathway to his car for him and his kid, he leans over and actually reads what Bruce just signed.
he looks at the paper. he looks at Tim. he looks at the paper.
it's genuinely the funniest fuck up he's ever seen the man do. he visibly has to hold back laughter as he claps Tim on the shoulder and solemnly declares, "welcome to the family, weirdo." before Bruce reaches back to grab him by the sleeve and tug him away again.
Tim goes home to pack his bags and then smugly shows up at Wayne Manor the next day, where Jason lets him in and shows him to one of the empty bedrooms. Alfred spots them and stops for a minute, wondering if this is something he should be involved in. then the kettle goes off and he figures it's not his problem. Bruce does not clock that there is another person unpacking and starting to live in his house until Tim sits next to him at the dinner table and no-shame starts referring to him as dad while Jason gives him the most shit-eating grin imaginable.
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Everyone in Francois Dupont knew what a sleep deprived Mariinette Dupain Cheng looked like. There were tell tale signs the ravenette hadn’t had a taste of sleep in more than twenty four hours.
She’d trudge onto the compound with her feet dragging behind her. Her usual perfectly done pigtails and casual fit would be swapped out for claw clipped hair and the closest casual clothes could get to pyjamas.
Today was one of those days. There’s a simple silver clip holding up half her hair while her bangs all but cover her eyes. She is sporting a comfy cropped pink knitted sweater and black leggings. In one hand is a big tumbler and signature stamped T & S Boulangerie patisserie brown bag and in the other is one of those comically large folders those art students carry.
There was also her behaviour.
Her gaze would more often than not be unfocused, legs working on autopilot to guide her to her classroom. Her posture would be hunched and she’d walk like a corpse in one of those undead movies.
Then there were her eyes. Have mercy on any souls that tried to strike up a conversation before she was coherent. She stares into your soul with enough ice to give you frostbite.
The bags under her eyes might not be enough to carry her emotional baggage but they sure made her bluebell pupils seem even more brilliant when she sends that aura of murderous intent.
The class, she observes, is disgustingly awake. She wasn’t even inside yet and she could already hear their chattering. Everyone seemed wide eyed and bushy tailed, happily conversing away in little circles. Her least favourite group was front and centre. At least seven people around the front desk where a certain italian sat, beguiling them with tales of her adventures in kwami alone knows what country this time.
“Oh look! It's Marinette!” the shrill voice exclaims.
The baker’s daughter doesn’t bother hiding her scowl.
“Wow Marinette, it is so nice to see you early for once! I’m glad you’re fixing your scheduling,” each honey coated sentence causes a wave of murmurs among her little crowd. The ravenette barely spares a glance as she actually steps into the class.
“Oh my,” she suddenly swooned, “I think my blood sugar dropped,”
“Are you okay dudette?” Nino asked from his spot, an innocent look of concern crossing his face.
“Having something sweet should help,” her gaze flicked to the bag in her current victim’s hand, “Marinette? You didn’t happen to bring anything from that amazing bakery of yours? Your parents’ food always makes me smile and it should help with my sugar levels,” she batted her eyelashes.
“Hey Marinette, why don’t you give Lila the pastry you brought? She really needs it,” Alya coaxed, sending her best friend an encouraging gesture.
Marinette clicked her tongue watching with disdain as her best friend nudged her head towards the ‘sick’ brunette. She felt petty . Resting the big folder on the ground and propped on her leg, she used her now free hand to open the brown bag and pull out the pain au chocolat wrapped in wax paper her papa had packed her.
She stared directly at Lila, watching as the whole group lit up at the site of their usually abrasive classmate lending a helping hand. Then she shoved it in her mouth.
Logically, a pain au chocolat takes at least three big bites to finish in one go but if something as simple as logic could stop Marinette, she’d be ashamed. So she watched in amusement as her now dumbstruck classmates gaped at the site of her stuffing her mouth to the brim with pastry.
Chewing was almost futile. It took her a full twenty seconds to bring the food to a swallowable portion. With one admittedly painful gulp, the pastry was gone entirely.
“Girl, you did not just do that,” her reporter friend growled.
“Marinette! How could you do that,” Rose chimed, covering her mouth with her hands.
“How the hell did that fit in your mouth,” Kim exclaimed, breaking the train of beration.
The other gave him a look before returning to their chastising statement.
“Oh Marinette, I know you don’t like me but how could you be so rude! If you didn’t want to share you just had to say so-” she swayed, feigning a state of dizziness. There was a chorus of gasps, “I feel really faint, could someone please get me something to eat,” her voice wobbly.
Many people rushed the cafeteria while the others comforted and panicked over Lila. Marinette just rolled her eyes and continued her trudge toward her seat.
Manipulation 101 (How to swindle a million out of a billionaire) Extras!
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Nathalie: *sees a new pair of heels in her size at her desk
Note: From your partner in crime ;)
Note: Thanks for keeping a secret
Nathalie: Marinette you're too good for this family
Marinette: *posts about her new single status
Luka: May I-
Kagami: Marinette let's-
Luka and Kagami: O-O
Luka:I CALLED DIBS???
Kagami: I will gut you if you dare usurp my place
Gabriel(who is at fault): My son isn't eating :[
Gabriel: Curse that baker's girl for breaking his heart
Gabriel: She could have had the decency to do it face to face
simultaneously
Adrien: *at the bakery stuffing his face
Adrien: Mr. Dupain you need to add this one to the menu permanently
Gabriel: Finally, with Marinette gone, I can finally set Adrien up with Kagami
Kagami: *posts a juice date story with Marinette
Gabriel: CURSE YOU DUPAIN-CHENG
Manipulation 101 (How to swindle a million out of a billionaire)
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Let’s set the scene of Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s most recent battle.
The destination? Rather than the streets of Paris, it was some fancy restaurant she’d been dragged into, she didn’t care for its name because she probably wouldn't be returning any time soon.
The time? Fifteen hundred hours, three in the afternoon of a sunny Parisian Friday. Time she could be spending taking a nap after bombing Mendeleiv’s chemistry quiz yet again.
The purpose? Well, that’s where the complications begin. If you were to let Marinette define the situation, she’d probably select diction befitting her position, sat between the cushioned back of the chair and the balsamic vinegar and olive oil dispensers on the table, a hostage situation.
No time turning, mind controlling or gargantuan foe could hold a candle to the Devil’s apostle ahead of her, fingers interlaced and gaze penetrating her psyche from the far reaches of the Agreste Manor through a tablet that would cost her at least two high end commissions to afford.
The ravenette gulped.
She was pretty sure ‘meeting the parents’ was supposed to happen in the accompaniment of your partner, the child of said parent, maybe over dinner. Yet here she was, face to screen with billionaire recluse Gabriel Agreste, assisted by the well manicured Nathalie Sancouer, her only ally, the flat bread that the table had been given complimentarily.
“Mlle. Dupain-Cheng, both our time is precious, so I’ll be brief,” he began, in his typical cold and curt tone.
Marinette suppressed a grimace,
Why had Nathalie dragged her into this? The woman was well aware of how tiring her employer was to deal with. She couldn’t think of a single person that enjoyed this man’s company to any extent. Every time Marinette had been faced with him to date was to engage in verbal sparring with Adrien’s well-being hanging in the balance.
What reason could he possibly have to seek her out?
“Leave my son,” he opened, then looking to Nathalie, upwards, to where he presumed her to be and giving some sort of signal.
Marinette stared.
Nathalie had silently led her into the restaurant two minutes ago and Marinette wasn’t sure what she expected to transpire but it certainly wasn’t whatever the loving hell was going on now. Her brain didn’t short circuit, but so so many thoughts and queries bombarded her brain at once that nothing materialised at the tip of her tongue.
She was a yapper by nature but too many trains of thought got tangled for any to reach the station.
Marinette stared wordlessly.
The woman nodded solemnly to her employer and retrieved a small briefcase from beside her and effortlessly slid it onto the table, rumffling the velvet table cloth. With the mechanical click of the two silver clasps, the container was opened to reveal four stacks of neatly organised green bills.
Euros.
A lot of them.
This was, in the words of Chloe Bourgeois, ridiculous! To an utter extent!
“I’ve prepared a decent enough incentive. More than you’d ever receive as one of my son’s fleeting fancies. Three quarter million euros to be dispensed with one single condition,” he raised a finger, “As well as a new, top of the line, Bernina 8 Series machine to be delivered to your abode the moment you nod your head.” he smiled politely, “Leave Adrien, Mlle. Dupain-Cheng, and they’re yours for the taking,”
The man smirked at her slack jawed expression. She could hear the smirk through the stupid screen.
Three quarter…million euros?!
Kwami, that was a lot of money.
And a Bernina? This had to be a dream- a nightmare- some sort of akuma’s influence.
How did she end up in this situation? Gabriel fucking Agreste was offering her a small fortune…to leave his son, her boyfriend of what? Four weeks? Gabriel Agreste was bribing her to leave Adrien.
What kind of soap opera bullshit was this? Was he serious? Was this a test of some sort?
Was he that threatened by her? Getting her to leave was worth this much money?
“Why-?” she began, only to be cut short by the wag of a finger. Rude.
“It’s simple, Mlle. Cupain-Cheng. Adrien is my son,” he said in an as-a-matter-of-a-factedly tone,”He has greater things in store for him. My sole heir and the face of a multi-million dollar brand. My child has a higher purpose than domestic life with a baker’s daughter and I will not have anything hinder his future.”
Oh my god he was serious about this.
Marinette stifled a giggle. She looked to Natalie with an “Is this man serious?” expression and the woman seemed to share her thoughts on the incredulity of this and she shook her head, biting back a laugh herself.
“Now I recall you having a promising talent as a young designer- consider the Bernina an investment of sorts,” he continued.
She couldn’t believe this- Gabriel was trying to buy her off! Did he think she was that shallow? That she’d cave if he flashed his wealth?! The love of her life was not worth a measly million-!
!
Her love…was worth more than a million.
.
A beautiful, beautiful scheme flourished in the young entrepreneur's mind. There didn’t seem to be a contract, Gabriel was trying to pressure her solely with the weight of his name and the depth of his pocket.
She could get away with this.
“With all due respect Monsieur Agreste,” she began seriously, emulating the most serious business woman she knew.
Madame Cheng raised her to be nothing if not ruthless in her pursuits.
‘Which is none’ she mentally added after witnessing first hand the level this man would stoop to in order to control his son.
Because that’s all this really was, a ploy to keep Adrien under his thumb. He knew very well that Marinette didn’t stand for his bullshit and seriously put her foot down. Hell, she’d come close to filing a complaint with Sabrina’s dad a while back. (Though she knew Officer Roger really couldn’t do much in the face of this powerful man)
He couldn’t control Marinette, so he was trying to remove her from the equation.
Well, this was going to backfire on him.
Badly.
“I love Adrien,” she mocked the same tone he used in ‘He is my son’, “If you think you can buy me off with this meager value of your fortune, you are wrong. My affection for Adrien- it is an insult to measure its value to be so miniscule,” she feigned offense.
Please take the bait! Take the bait! Take the bait!
The silver haired designer scoffed. He seemed to pick up what she was putting down very well.
‘Maman I’m going to buy you the nicest tea set ever after this.’ she promised.
“You parasites are all the same,” he scowled. Okay rude, again.
“You finally show your true colours, Mlle. Dupain-Cheng,” he shook his head, “Fine, I’ll double it but I'll waste not a penny more on money grubbing opportunists like yourself,”
University fund! Trip abroad! A dozen bolts of fabric and a new mannequin!
She could see the money raining already. Marinette could scarcely conceal the greed in her eyes and that was for the better, it sold quite well.
Thanks Gabby.
Marinette pretended to deliberate for a moment and sighed ‘defeatedly’.
“Maybe it’s for the best,” she teared up a little, sniffling, “I just hope it doesn't hurt Adrien too much when we break up, I really did like him,” she said softly
Seemingly content, the fashion mogul smirked and hung up. His assistant stared at her with something akin to disappointment. They were laughing (mentally) together just a moment ago, what happened?
Wow she really did sell it if even Nathalie believed she, of all people, could be bribed to dump Adrien.
The assistant had witnessed first hand the embarrassing lengths this girl went through, the hoops she jumped and the bridges she crossed, to stay by Adrien’s side.
“Marinette…I never expected this from you,” she frowned.
The girl felt a little guilty having fooled Nathalie as well, but really it was her fault for believing it so easily.
“Nathalie, I have climbed mountains for Adrien, do you really think so little of me?” she pursed her lips and furrowed her brows, should she tell Nathalie?
She doubted Nathalie would rat her out. The woman seemed a bit fed up with Gabriel these days. Good for her, disillusionment was good for the soul. Kwami knows how she put up with him for so long.
“Your boss just funded Adrien and I’s next shopping trip and my college tuition, I’ll consider it an early present to his future daughter-in-law,” she winked.
The noirette’s eyebrows shot up immediately and a wiry grin took the place of her discarded disappointment.
“You-! I- hah!” she laughed, shaking her head, “Well played Marinette,”
Marinette drummed her fingers with a lazy smile.
“Tell him to prepare a contract next time. If he wants things to happen he has to get his request down in writing,”
“He’ll be furious…but I’m glad Adrien has someone like you by his side,” Nathalie got up to leave and waved, “Take care Marinette,”
The designer bid her farewell.
As soon as the secretary was out of sight, Marinette lunged for the brief case and reeled it in. Retrieving her phone, she took a quick snapshot of the contents and forwarded it to her beloved.
Maribug: [Photo]
Maribug: I’m breaking up with you
Mon Mignon: QUOI
Mon Mignon: NO YOU CANT
Maribug: I’m sorry Adrien there’ll be others
Maribug: It was a done deal
Maribug: 1.5 M euros and a bernina
Maribug: A
Maribug: bernina
Maribug: gabby knows the designer in me would never refuse
Mon Mignon: WHAT
Mon Mignon: FATHER PAYED YOU OFF
Mon Mignon:WHAT
Mon Mignon: is that all my love is worth 2 u
Mon Mignon: a sewing machine and a wad of cash
Maribug: hm
Maribug: its a nice machine
Maribug: and he just funded our next shopping trip
Maribug: saturday? Gabby’s footing the bill<3
Mon Mignon: ofc ml<3
Mon Mignon: Icant believe him
Mon Mignon: i know he didnt like u yetb ut wow
Maribug: “yet”
Maribug: hah
Maribug: im not complaining
Maribug: i shldve scqueezed more out of him
Maribug:if you love me youll tell him youre planning a date with me soon
Maribug: and then tmr go crying to hgm, i ll break up with u over text
Mon Mignon: Lets see how much we can guilt trip out of him
Maribug: Adrien you sly boy
Maribug: This is why i love you
Across the city [Agreste Mansion]
Adrien had been trying to process the fact that his father had tried (and to his knowledge succeeded) to buy off his girlfriend today with a million euros and a sewing machine by lying in his bed face down for an hour.
What was his thought process like? How on Earth did he brainstorm this? Did his father secretly watch soap soap operas without him?
Why was he so sure it would work?
Adrien wasn’t sure how to feel when his very much still-girlfriend sent him a picture of stacks of hundred euro bills. He’s just finished fencing (his father had probably timed it deliberately so) and was torn between bemusement at his father’s rationale and amusement by his girlfriend robbing the man blind.
The cherry on top was that Nathalie went with it. Usually the woman would talk sense into his father but she’d just let this slide. Why? Was it her confidence in Marinette, or did she just think it would be funny? If either, or both, Adrien could probably understand. It isn’t often either of them got to see Father make a fool of himself.
“Plagg, what is my life?”
“A series of absurdities Kit. Might be my fault, Might be yours” the little god shrugged, munching on a piece of brie, “I gotta admit though, your bug’s penchant for scheming is comedy gold. Her mind is a terrifying place.”
Adrien couldn’t help but agree. He loved her big beautiful brain, but that girl’s train of thought went a mile a minute in ten different directions simultaneously and it was scary. There was a reason she was in charge of logistics and him, human ballistics.
Kwami, he loved her so much. Who else could rob Gabriel Agreste of a million euros and get away with it?
“Plagg, help me practice my broken hearted face. I want him so guilty he clears my schedule for the next month on account of bereavement,”
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Later that day….. [Agreste Mansion]
Dinner was a quiet affair in the Agreste household, nothing out of the ordinary. Unordinarily, was the absence of the documents that usually accompanied his father’s meal as a means of feigning preoccupation and ignoring the boy.
In fact, his father’s gaze had been trained on the young Agreste for most of the dinner thus far.
Adrien too, broke the norm. Usually, he’d at least greet his father even if he’d only receive a hummed response. Today he sat solemnly, picking at his plate. The sullen expression he donned was a hard facade to maintain. The longer his father stared at him, the more difficult keeping a straight face seemed to become. Eventually, the smile that threatened to dismantle his ruse grew too strong and he excused himself in a quiet voice.
“I’m not feeling well,” he muttered, barely containing his laughter.
The man nodded in understanding.
Phase one complete!
After retiring to his room, Adrien’s stomach grumbled. Not intending to suffer even if for the sake of his scheme, he transformed and made his way to the bakery some blocks away.
Simultaneously [Dupain-Cheng HouseHold]
Marinette inhaled deeply and put down her fork.
“Maman, Papa…I have something to show you,” she announced to the table, then retrieving the beautiful, beautiful briefcase she’d been handed off earlier.
The bakers’ daughter dropped the case flat on an empty space on the table and clicked it open. Both parents went slack-jawed.
“Marinette…?” Her mother trailed off.
“Where did you get this mon choux? Nothing illegal right? It’s not drug money is it? Oh mon dieu-”
“No!” The girl quickly refuted, “It’s my uni fund and our next family vacation! Courtesy of Gabby!” she smiled brightly.
Both adults sent her looks of apprehension.
“Gabby?” Maman challenged, raising her eyebrow questioningly. The woman was well aware of what the man thought of her daughter.
Her daughter nodded.
“...Why?”
“Bribe money,” she said, suddenly becoming serious.
“Bribe money?”
“To leave Adrien,” she sighed into her food.
Papa furrowed his eyebrows, confused by the explanation.
“Isn’t Adrien coming by later?”
“Gaby doesn’t need to know that.” she waved her fork, “ As far as he’s aware, his poor son is heart broken and nursing his broken heart in his room,” she explained, accompanying the explanation with dramatised gestures.
Her parents’ moods were evidently alleviated if their fading concern was any indication.
“There was no contract and Nathalie isn’t a snitch,” she reassured them .
“That woman is a saint I swear. Be a dear and buy her something nice,” Sabine suggested.
“Is the package we received earlier today also part of the bribe?” Tom wondered.
“My Bernina! Yes! I can’t wait to use it!”
Later
Days passed and Adrien scarcely managed to maintain the charade the longer it ran. He’d skipped four dinners in favour of T&S pastries and had done a great job of avoiding his father (which seemed harder than usual as the man had been making himself more available recently).
Which was ironic considering all the while Adrien had been seeking him out, the man was buried in his work.
Today he sat in his room reading the latest shoujo manga series he’d purchased with his allowance with his feet kicked up and Plagg gorging on a platter of camembert beside him.
Knock. Knock.
Was it Nathalie? What was she doing here? It was past dinner time.
“Aw man, I wanna finish my cheese,” Plagg lamented, retreating to a hidden area.
“Adrien, it’s me,” a voice of a much lower pitch than his favourite Agreste Mansion resident greeted. Father?
“Father?....Can I help you?” one look at the man’s strained expression and he furthered is questioning, “...Is something wrong?”
“I noticed you’ve been…quieter recently,” he fiddled with his ring, “Is everything alright?”
Okay Adrien, steel yourself! You absolutely have to sell this!
“Of course Father, why wouldn’t I be?”
“Has…something happened recently?”
Oh you would know best wouldn’t you?
“Well,” he scratched the nap of his neck and averted his gaze.
If he met his father’s eyes now, he wouldn’t be able to hold himself together.
“The truth is… Marinette broke up with me” he quivered his lips slightly, “I-It was so out of the blue and sniff she hasn’t been talking to me recently. I don’t know what I did wrong. I just- I don’t understand,” wow his voice croaked, “What did I do?” he pursed his lips and willed some tears forward.
Maybe he could be an actor, follow in his mother’s footsteps.
Gabriel reached forward and embraced his son, he wrapped his arms around the boy and rubbed his back soothingly as the boy shook. (with laughter)
“It’s alright son,” he comforted the boy, who was unable to see the grin growing on his face, “There will be others,”
Good riddance to Dupain-Cheng.
“Hic- I can’t eat- I can’t sleep- I- I can’t concentrate on anything in my classes and she won’t talk to me,” he pulled away and turned around, rubbing his eye, “It’s been days- She didn’t even say it to my face! I just got a message and then she dropped contact entirely!”
Adrien cried with great irony, considering he’d just sat down on a group-call not even an hour ago for a gossip session with the girl in question, Nino and their favourite reporter.
“How about you take a break to…clear your mind. Your attendance would suffer if you requested leave from school but we can put a hold on your extra-curriculars and modeling for a while.” he smiled sympathetically.
Where was this rational when he pulled him out of school? Adrien supposed that at the time, Gabriel wasn’t intending on sending him back at all.
Adrien smiled ‘sadly’.
“I think- sniff- I think that would be for the best, Father, thank you,”
Thank you so much!
“Of course, you are my son Adrien, I always have your best interest in mind,” he smiled softly.
‘Yeah right’
Adrien nodded. The man patted his shoulder awkwardly and left.
That was…something. Adrien could count on one hand the number of times they’d had an interaction that long in the past six months alone and it was painfully obvious the man didn’t know how to treat him. The blond tried not to dwell on that too long.
Mon Mignon: Leave secured
Mon Mignon: plagg says i can pursue acting
Mon Mignon: u think i hav a shot
Maribug: No
Maribug: you only fooled gabby bc ur desperate
Maribug: ur usually a shit act
Maribug: leaving the acting to that bastard of a cousin you have in london
Mon Mignon: :[
Mon Mignon: Why must you hurt me my love
Mon Mignon: and Fe isnt a bastard :[
Maribug: i only speak truth i fear💔
Mon Mignon: 💔💔💔💔💔
Maribug: anyway
Maribug: date night? Papa just tried a new recipe
Maribug: smoke salmon pasta
Maribug: i have left overs for my kitty cat
Mon Mignon: OMW
Adrien rushed off to the Dupain-Cheng household where hot pastries and the love of his life awaited him.
inspired by a drag path video I saw of a cat trying to comfort it's owner even as it took it's last breath. Reminded me of the belief some people have that cats don't want their loved ones to watch them die.
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Talking to middle aged ppl is depressing because they love telling you about how with 1 singular franc they could buy a car and a house with a pool and the fucking Eiffel Tower but then they switched to euro so now a pizza is 15 bucks and it’s like ok what do you want me to do kill myself ?
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Tim: So, seeing as the League and the Order are both based in Tibet, have they ever, I dunno, clashed?
Tim: 'Cause knowing Ra's, there's no way he didn't try to seize the Miraculi at least once.
Marinette (who hasn't actually spent a lot of time with the Order) : I-
Marinette: Actually, I'm not sure, I could ask Su-han.
Marinette: I'd rather not though.
Luka *appearing: I can answer that.
Luka: They used to butt heads all the time since the League's inception
Luka: But one of the former grand guardians instilled the fear of the kwamiis into Ra's so he's only really been making half hearted attempts at take-over
Luka: When the Order fell last century, he tried to dig up the Miracle Box but Fu had it so he just kind of forgot they existed after a while.
Luka: He got quite the scare when the temples just reappeared.
Tim:..And you know this...how?
Luka: Oh, I spent a few months training with the Order, I needed to touch grass after the whole Paris problem.
