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darkwitch1999 ¡ 19 hours
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I'm with you, Kagami! That child must be protected at all costs! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
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Sasha’s Cuteness Proximity Powers
What happens when you introduce the teens of Miraculous to a ridiculously adorable little girl? Moments like this! Featuring the Akuma & Theater Classes! @imsparky2002 @artzychic27
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(Marinette’s Room)
(Sasha is getting fitted for the Polymouse hoodie Marinette is making for her)
Sasha: Marinette, look at me! I’m a fashion model!
(Mari looks over and sees Sasha wearing a big floppy hat that keeps falling over her eyes)
Marinette: (Immediately whips out her phone and takes pictures as she’s trying not to squeal from cuteness)
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(On the Liberty)
Sasha: (Holding Juleka’s bass as she strums a few off-key notes) I’m doing it!
Luka/Rose/Juleka: *Trying not to cry tears of sheer euphoria*
Juleka: That’s perfect, Sasha. Let me just grab my phone.
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(At the Pool)
(Junior swimming lessons are taking place, and Sasha is among the kids)
Kim: (On the phone) Omigosh…her little ducky floaties…she’s too precious, Dine, I can’t!
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(Outside the School)
(Sasha darts up to Nathaniel)
Sasha: Hi, Mr. Nath! I drew this for you!
(She hands him a messy drawing of Mightillustrator fighting an akuma)
Nathaniel: (Definitely not crying)….I will treasure this for the rest of my days.
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(School Gymnasium)
(The Akuma class is supporting Adrien and Kagami at a fencing competition. Ivan is babysitting Sasha so she came along.
(Sasha has a little toy magic wand that she uses to clumsily imitate the fencers’ movements)
Adrien: …Kagamiiii…
Kagami: I know. I have just met this child, but I would lay down my life for her.
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(Ms. Bustier’s Classroom)
Sasha: You look pretty. (Runs off to join her brother)
Chloe: ….Th-thank you. (Also definitely not crying)
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(Back-To-School Night)
(*Evie babysits Sasha from time to time when Ivan is busy)
Sasha: EVIE! (She runs over to hug her)
Evie: *Thoughts* I am blessed on this day.
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(Sutcliffe Regional Animal Shelter)
Sasha: (Bringing a tray of food to some of the shelter dogs) Hi Puppies! I’m gonna feed you now!
Brecken: Ohmagod…so pure…(Crying into his hands)
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(Place Des Vosges)
Sasha: You talk really pretty, I like you!
Anthony: ….*Thoughts* So this is why people embrace the light…
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The power of the precious child! Leave your thoughts in the comments and reblogs!
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darkwitch1999 ¡ 23 hours
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❤️💙❤️
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Rooster bold with the peacock miraculous
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darkwitch1999 ¡ 23 hours
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Why My OCs Shouldn't Have A Miraculous….
How SentiBaissier Was Created.....
Odeja Residence
Noelle: (digs through some boxes in her closet) Let's see....I know it's in here somewhere....Aha! Found you!
(Noelle pulls out a black ragged and deformed teddy bear that was missing an eye and had stitches all over its body. Duusu eyes the toy with curiosity.)
Duusu: (tilts her head) What's that you got there, Miss Noelle?
Noelle: (shows the toy to the small kwami) This is my old teddy bear, Jean-Baissier. When I was very young, I used to imagine that he could talk to me and we would play together all the time. I used to carry him everywhere I went and treated him like he was my "very best friend in the whole wide world!". That's how I used to word it when I was five I think.
Duusu: (inquisitive) What happened between the two of you? Why did you stop being best friends?
Noelle: Well Duusu when humans start to grow up, the window of innocence begins to close, childhood wonder begins to fade, and reality overtakes imagination.
Duusu: (looks confused).....
Noelle: No? (thinks for a minute) Okay, think of it this way. When I was younger, Jean-Baissier used to make me happy, but over the years as I got older, that happiness began to fade until playing with Jean-Baissier didn't bring me any joy like it did.
Duusu: (eyes begin to water) Ohhhhhh! That's just so sad!!! (starts crying sparkly tears).
Noelle: (frantically trying to calm the emotional Kwami) Shhhh...it's okay, Duusu! Because now that I have the power to create a sentient creature to life with you, I can stop wondering what it would have been like if Jean-Baissier was actually alive. Who knows, maybe we will become best friends again like we used to be.
Duusu: (starts to calm down) *sniffles* That would be lovely...(flies up excited) Let's do it! Ooo! I'm so excited!!!
Noelle: (shushes the tiny peacock Kwami) Shhh...we got to do this quietly, Duusu. My parents are probably home right no-....
(Noelle was cut off by the sound of a slam and yelling coming from downstairs.)
Alyssa: (screams) FUCKING (*bleep*) (*bleep*)!!!!
Noelle: (sighs heavily and pinches the bridge of her nose) Yep...their home...
Duusu: (tilts her head curiously) Miss Noelle, what is a c-....MPH!
(Duusu's question was interrupted abruptly when Noelle gently placed a finger over the Kwami's tiny mouth.)
Noelle: Trust me, Duusu. You don't want to know. There are just some things best left unknown.
(The sound of a crash and glass breaking followed by more screaming from Noelle's mother is heard. The little peacock Kwami looks anxious and distressed by the noise while Noelle simply rolls her eyes in annoyance.)
Dussu: (distressed) So much negativity! (looks like she's about to cry again).
Noelle: (unfazed) Yep, that's just how it is around here. Long story.
Duusu: (worried) Maybe we shouldn't be here right now? Perhaps we should leave and create the amok somewhere else? What if your parents were to walk in and see you transformed?
Noelle: (shrugs) Nah, it'll be fine. My mom's just throwing another tantrum about my dad. She can yell and scream at him for quite a while so we've got time.
Duusu: (anxiously) I don't understand, what is your mother so upset about with your father?
Noelle: Like I said before it's a long story and you don't want to know. It's not a happy story. But anyway, let's just ignore the noise and get to work. Duusu, Spread My Feathers!
(The little peacock Kwami retreated inside of the brooch as the transformation phrase was spoken, transforming Noelle into Paon Saphir. The newly transformed peacock superheroine plucked a feather from her hand fan and infused it with magical power to create the Amok. Once the amok was created, Paon Saphir then placed it inside the teddy bear, causing the object to become engulfed in dark blue energy. As Paon Saphir began to shape her creation, she heard another sound of a glass breaking and the yelling from her mother becoming increasingly louder, causing the young superheroine to roll her eyes in annoyance.)
Paon Saphir: (sighs heavily) Seriously...just fucking kill me already....
(Focusing her attention back to the amok, Paon Saphir put the finishing touches on her creation and brought the sentimonster to life. The creature maintained its physical characteristics of being a deformed and ragged black teddy bear that is missing an eye, but it was also frothing at the mouth with stuffing-like mouth foam and making growling raving sounds. The peacock superheroine was delighted to see her teddy bear being brought to life as she was beaming with excitement.)
Paon Saphir: (excitedly) Awesome! It worked! He's alive! (thinks for a minute and then crouches down to eye level with the creature) Your name is Senti-Baissier, lil' guy.
(Paon Saphir's excitement soon began to falter when she began to take notice of Senti-Baissier's body language and the growling noises he was making. The superheroine began to wonder if perhaps the sentimonster was in some kind of pain.)
Paon Saphir: (hesitantly) Uh...h-hey little guy...you uh, you doing okay?
Senti-Baissier: (growls lowly) Kill me.....
Paon Saphir: (confused) Huh?
Senti-Baissier: (screeches) KIIIIILLLLL MEEEEE!!!!!!
(Paon Saphir was taken aback by the sentimonster's sudden outburst, immediately standing up and taking a step back.)
Paon Saphir: (shocked) What the f-...
Senti-Baissier: (screams) KILL ME!!!!! WHY AM I ALIVE?!?! WHAT IS THIS PAIN?!?!
Paon Saphir: (frantically places her hands up in a placating manner) Shhh! It's okay, Senti-Baissier! You're alive now! Everything's going to be o-.....
Senti-Baissier: (screeches) KILL ME!!!!! WHAT IS THIS WORLD?!?! KILL ME!!!!! KIIIIILLLLLLL MEEEEE!!!!!!
(Senti-Baissier then starts to run around the bedroom like a maniac while screaming "KILL ME", knocking the superheroine's belongings onto the floor in the process and creating a lot of noise. Paon Saphir frantically tried to catch the creature to try to calm him down, but the little deformed bear from Hell proved to be quite fast and nimble as he managed to avoid the peacock heroine's attempts at capturing him with ease. Suddenly, there was a knock on the bedroom door, which caused Paon Saphir to hastily stop in her tracks.)
Alyssa: (knocking on the door) Noelle? Noelle darling, what is going on in there? Are you alright? What is all that noise?
(Paon Saphir felt her entire body freeze up. She couldn't even hear the bloodcurdling screams of her sentimonster as panic began to overtake her senses. She had to think fast; she needed a quick excuse that she knew that her mother would believe. Regaining her composure, Paon Saphir grabs a sheet off of her bed and starts to chase Senti-Baissier around the room as she answers her mother behind the closed door.)
Paon Saphir: (calls back to her mother) Um yeah! Everything's fine! I'm fine, mom! Sorry! I-I'm just watching a horror movie that's all. Y-Yeah...one of the characters just got possessed by this spirit whose grave they disturbed and now he's running around screaming "Kill Me" because he wants to go back to the afterlife and he's begging for someone to kill him.
Senti-Baissier: (screams) KILL ME!!!!! KIIIIILLLLLLL MEEEEE!!!!!!
(Paon Saphir finally catches Senti-Baissier in the sheets and starts wrapping them around the creature, struggling to hold the wild thing down as it furiously thrashed about in the mess of sheets.)
Paon Saphir: (struggling) Y-Yeah...there he goes again. (mimics the scream) Kiiiiilllllll meeeee!
(Alyssa sighs in relief as she speaks to herself with a slightly annoyed tone of voice.)
Alyssa: I'll never understand that girl's obsession with those dreadful films. But at least she's not as squeamish as her pathetic father...
Paon Saphir: (thinking, slightly irritated) I can still hear you, you know Mom.
Alyssa: Well, Noelle dearie, if that is all then please turn down that movie. I can hear that noise all the way from downstairs. (talks to herself again) If I wanted to hear bloodcurdling screams, I would just throw another vase at Ronan.
Paon Saphir: (rolls her eyes) Oh great, you going to try to hit the side of his face you missed last time? Again, I can still hear you, Mom. Yes, Mom! I will turn the movie down just as soon as I find the remote.
Alyssa: Very good. Thank you, sweet girl.
(Paon Saphir listened as she heard her mother's footsteps walk away from the door and down the stairs, causing the peacock superheroine to sigh heavily with relief. Wasting no time, the young superheroine finished tying the sheets tight into a big sack to contain Senti-Baissier, whose screams had become muffled inside the bag.)
Senti-Baissier: (muffled) Kill me…..
Paon Saphir: (sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose) Crap. What a mess. Hopefully Ladybug and Chat Noir will have some idea about what happened...
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And that is how the demonic creature known as "Senti-Baissier" came into existence. As we know, sentimonsters are a manifestation of emotions whether they be positive or negative. And Noelle was definitely feeling A LOT of negative emotions while she was making that thing. Hope you enjoyed reading this little backstory on this demonic Sentimonster's origins. As always, feel free to share your thoughts and opinions, and if you have any ideas for which of my OCs you want to see with a miraculous as well as why they shouldn't have them, feel free to share them with me in the comments or questions.
@nerd-chocolate @princessbutterflysposts @artzychic27 @andromeda612 @username8746489 @msweebyness @imsparky2002
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✂️🏳️‍⚧️Michael Odeja OC Headcanons🏳️‍⚧️✂️
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Michael Odeja
Age: 20s
Gender: Transgender Male
Sexuality: Gay
Pronouns: He/Him/His
Michael is the eldest child of Ronan and Alyssa Odeja, and the older brother of Noelle and Anais Odeja.
Works as a beautician at Studio de Primevère.
He does nail art for his sisters and their friends free of charge.
Unlike his sister, Noelle, who ABSOLUTELY HATES the color pink, Michael LOVES pink and will wear the pinkest outfits he can find.
Shares Noelle's affinity for music from Evanensce and Jagged Stone (because who doesn't love Jagged Stone?), but listens to mostly pop music genres and songs from musicals.
Not a big fan of rock music with Evanensce and Jagged Stone being the only exceptions.
HATES XY's music! He has absolutely no idea why his little sister loves that soulless garbage so much!
LOVES Clara Nightingale! His favorite song is "Big Bang".
His birth name is Alice Odeja. His father had his name legally changed after he came out.
When Michael was thirteen, he came out to his parents as a boy. Ronan was fully supportive of Michael and did everything he could to support Michael's transition. Alyssa, meanwhile, rejected Michael's gender identity and did everything she could to try to sabotage his transition.
Michael had gender reassignment surgery when he turned eighteen.
After Michael's surgery, his parents got into a massive fight and Alyssa threw Michael out of the house.
Michael struggled with depression during his later teen years and it got worse after his mother kicked him out of the house. He blames himself for his parents always fighting and his father and sister's misery.
Michael also struggled with alcohol and sleeping pill abuse as a coping mechanism.
He was also in an abusive and toxic relationship at the time. His ex-boyfriend convinced him to make some "decisions" that Michael is not proud of and treated him like property instead of a person.
Fortunately, Ronan was still there for him when Michael was at his lowest and got him some help.
Michael is now currently receiving treatment and medication for his depression, has been sober for almost two years, and is in a very healthy relationship with his current boyfriend.
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@darkwitch1999, I got a question. It’s a little bit of Marinette salt, but what was Noelle and Devin’s worst experience with Marinette/Ladybug?
Well, @princessbutterflysposts. In an alternate reality where Marinette/Ladybug is an even worse bitch than Chloe, Lila, or even the Parisian Mean Girls quartet, I can imagine any one of these scenarios happening that would cause Noelle and Devin to hold a grudge.
Devin Nolan
During the first year of junior high, Marinette almost turned him into a social pariah just because he comes from a wealthy family and she saw him talking to Chloe ONE TIME! Apparently having money and telling Chloe to "fuck off" meant that he was another spoiled rich brat according to Marinette's perspective.
Fortunately, it didn't take long for Devin to convince everyone that he was nothing at all like Chloe. Though Marinette just switched tactics and used his cold, aloof personality as an excuse.
Ignores Devin's intense fear of being touched. She claims that Devin is just being "angsty" and "overdramatic" and doesn't take his phobia seriously.
Whenever Devin shoves her off or hits her whenever she touches him, she plays the victim card, making it seem as if Devin was a jerk despite her being the one clearly in the wrong.
Marinette mocked Devin's psychological fixation on being perfect when she found Devin having a panic attack in an isolated area of the school after he had gotten a 99% on a test. Didn't even stop to consider that as a red flag of psychological trauma/abuse. Again, claiming that he was being "overdramatic".
Ladybug tried to recruit him into becoming a superhero when someone he was close to got akumatized, but when Devin refused because he wasn't interested or comfortable with becoming a superhero, Ladybug had the audacity to call him "selfish".
Devin eventually gave in when Ladybug wouldn't stop pestering/gaslighting him for his help. Jokes on Ladybug, when Devin saw an opportunity to talk the akuma down, he de-transformed right in front of the akuma and revealed himself. He had to endure a harsh lecture from Ladybug about how what he did was "dangerous" and that she could never trust him with a miraculous again.
Devin wasn't even fazed by Ladybug's rant. The whole time she's lecturing him he is all like ("Yeah, don't ask me to do this shit again!").
Noelle Odeja
She's best friends with Lila....need I say more? Well, alright then.
Noelle played a horror-themed practical joke on Marinette on Halloween by putting fake dismembered body parts in her locker. Immediately, Marinette made it seem like she was being "victimized all over again" and compared the prank to the ones that Chloe and Kim played on her last year despite Noelle's joke being tame compared to what those two pulled.
Marinette's "Liars and Cheaters are losers" mentality has made her unsympathetic to Noelle's family problems. Thinking that Noelle's father is a horrible person for having an affair when she doesn't know how abusive Noelle's mother is towards her husband.
Every time Noelle brings up her parents arguing at home again, the first thing that comes out of Marinette's mouth is "What did your Dad do this time?".
The scar near Ronan's eye? "He probably deserved it!" Bitch, the woman blinded him just because he was defending his son from his transphobic mother!
Noelle wore a dress to school on the ONE day a year she wears a skirt or dress (Picture Day) and Marinette won't stop telling her how she looks "better" or "prettier" in dresses and that she should wear them all the time, ignoring the fact that Noelle expressed her distaste for wearing dresses and skirts.
Since Ronan and Gabriel Agreste are old friends and Ronan does photography work for him sometimes, Marinette is always trying to exploit this to her favor by trying to convince Noelle to help her with the "Adrinette" plans. ("Uh, hell no.")
Noelle's brother, Michael, offers free nail paintings to Noelle and her friends. Naturally, Marinette is not on the friends list and thus does not get the privilege of having awesome nail polish art done on her nails like everyone else.
In retaliation, Marinette called in a fake anonymous tip to the police that Michael was in possession of illegal drugs. No surprise that the police didn't find anything but because the studio that Michael worked at knows about his history of substance abuse, he had to pass a drug test to avoid getting fired.
Though Noelle couldn't prove it, something just kept nagging at her that Marinette was responsible for the bogus report.
Ronan had gotten akumatized after having a horrible fight with his wife. Noelle was present when her father got de-akumatized and she had to listen to Ladybug give her father a speech about "forgiveness" and that he should apologize to his wife. Noelle had to summon every ounce of restraint that she had to not punch Paris's "beloved superheroine" in public.
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If there was a cult club out there that was all about hating Marinette, I bet that these two would join in a heartbeat.
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Why My OCs Shouldn't Have A Miraculous….
If Devin Nolan had the Bee Miraculous.....
The Rise of Hornet
(It was the return of Zombizou. Miss Bustier had gotten re-akumatized and had created an army of kissing zombies bent on "sharing the love" with all of Paris. Fortunately, Ladybug's Lucky Charm has given the crime-fighting duo a clue as to how they can defeat Zombizou by using the miraculous of the bee. Unfortunately, many of the miraculous wielders from "Team Miraculous" had fallen victim to Zombizou's kissing spell. Since ChloĂŠ Bourgeois has proven untrustworthy and is the prime target of Zombizou yet again, Ladybug calls upon an unlikely ally for assistance.)
(Ladybug and the new bee-themed superhero meet up with Chat Noir on a rooftop, overlooking the city of Paris being overrun by kiss-obsessed zombies.)
Chat Noir: I see you brought a new ally with you, m'lady. Who's the new bee in town?
Devin: (speaks dryly) Devin Nolan.
(Both Chat Noir and Ladybug's eyes widened and their jaws dropped in shock at the bee superhero using his real name, the latter not looking the least bit concerned.)
Chat Noir: (still in shock) Wait....you're seriously Devin Nolan?!
Ladybug: Devin! I told you that nobody can know your secret identity!
Devin: Oh please! It's not like I'm ever going to see you let alone fight alongside you again. What's the point in having some ridiculous stage name?
Ladybug: Devin, I know becoming a superhero isn't exactly your cup of tea....
Devin: (rolls his eyes) That's an understatement. You all must really not trust ChloĂŠ if I'm your only option. I wouldn't even be here right now if that annoying little pest would just leave me alone!
Chat Noir: Hey! Kwamis have feelings too, y'know!
Devin: I meant Ladybug.
Chat Noir: (offended) Hey!
Ladybug: (puts a hand on Chat Noir's shoulder to calm him down) Chat, it's fine. (Turns to Devin) Devin, what I'm trying to tell you is that you can't just go around using your real name when you are wielding a miraculous. If Shadow Moth were to find out that I have given you a miraculous, he could easily take advantage of your civilian identity by going after you or your loved ones.
Devin: (scoffs with an eye roll) Pfft, well you don't have to worry about anyone else getting hurt since nobody cares about me nor do I care about anyone.
(Ladybug and Chat Noir both crossed their arms as they glared at Devin with stern, disapproving looks. Devin was unfazed by their harsh glares and sent one back to them. The three superheroes were locked in a stalemate as their unrelenting glares at each other showed no signs of giving in. Off in the distance, Devin hears the mass mob of kissing zombies chanting "Kissou" as they run all over the city trying to kiss anyone who wasn't already affected by Zombizou's kissing spell, breaking his concentration. The bee superhero turns his head toward the noise, scanning the mob of kissing zombies and spotting a certain thespian who had fallen under the influence of the akuma's spell. Devin let out a defeated sigh, deciding that now was not the time for meaningless arguments.)
Devin: (faces Ladybug and Chat Noir) Okay, fine then. I guess just call me "Hornet" then. Satisfied?
Ladybug: (nods in approval) Thank you, Hornet. That is better, though not a very creative name choice to be honest. A little too simple.
Devin: (raises an eyebrow incredulously) Said the superheroine whose costume is just a red spandex suit with black polka dots and a mask. By the way, what was your superhero name again?
(Ladybug scowls, unable to counter Hornet's sarcastic remarks when he had a fair point.)
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Too Much Venom
(It did not take long for Ladybug to regret picking Devin as a temporary hero. Surprisingly, dealing with his aloof, harsh attitude wasn't the most challenging part of working with Hornet. Ladybug should've seen this coming given that she knows Hornet personally from her civilian life. Devin Nolan has a severe case of haphephobia (or a fear of being touched) and that does not bode well especially when dealing with hordes of kiss-obsessed zombies...)
Kissing Zombie: (tries to sneak up behind Hornet) Kissou...
Hornet: (panics) VENOM!
(Hornet swiftly turns around and paralyzes the Kissing Zombie with his Venom attack, his eyes wide with fear and panic.)
Chat Noir: No!
Ladybug: Hornet! You used your power too soon! We need your Venom to take down Zombizou!
Hornet: (snaps back) What did you fucking expect me to do, Ladybug?! I panicked, okay?! Maybe I didn't make it clear enough when I got akumatized, but I can't stand being touched!
Ladybug: (sighs) Forget it. Go recharge your Kwami and meet us at the rendezvous point. I'll send you the location.
(Ladybug and Chat Noir took off in one direction, leaving Hornet who took off in the opposite direction. Unfortunately for the ladybug and cat, this wasn't the last time Hornet used his superpower impulsively. Every time one of the kissing zombies was getting "too close for comfort", the bee superhero would immediately paralyze them with Venom before they could lay a finger on him. In other words, Hornet had to go de-transform and recharge his Kwami over fifteen times.)
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Confronting Zombizou
(The heroes eventually reach Zombizou's location, who has an army present and ready to incapacitate the young superheroes. The three superheroes use their weapons to deflect the oncoming attacks from the kissing zombies, waiting for an opening for Hornet to paralyze the akuma with his Venom attack. Finally, the opportunity to attack arises.)
Ladybug: (calls out to Hornet while deflecting attacks with her yo-yo) Hornet, now's your chance! Do it!
(Meanwhile, Hornet is clinging to the top of a pole and using his spinning top to push back the kissing zombies gathered beneath him.)
Hornet: Dealing with my own problems right now, Ladybug!
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Long story short, Devin wasn't very helpful with the Bee Miraculous. In retrospect, the situation that they were in probably didn't help as much. This scenario was requested by @princessbutterflysposts. Hope you all enjoyed reading it. As always feel free to share your thoughts and opinions on this scenario and if you have any ideas for miraculous pairings with my OCs, let me know your suggestions.
@nerd-chocolate @andromeda612 @imsparky2002 @msweebyness @artzychic27
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OMG!!!! YEEEESSSSSSS!!!!! NO BALD CAPS!! Love the hood! ❤️❤️❤️❤️
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Aspik redesign. His original design was very much fine besides the bald cap though I do think it did give the impression that Adrien looked wrong because he wasn’t supposed to have the snake miraculous. Even though the somewhat ugly design made sense from a narrative perspective I wanted to try and make him look good. The main thing I wanted to keep in mind was that he had to look more like Adrien than chat noir. I ended up covering some of his hair with a cobra like hood but I left him some visible hair that is styled similar to Adrien’s. Other than that I just changed the markings on the suit to be more snakey. I’m pretty happy with this I think it is more visually appealing.
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darkwitch1999 ¡ 8 days
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Love it!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
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Rooster bold redesign. I have conflicting feelings about the canon design because it has a lot of really clever details that fit the rooster motif but it also looks goofy to me. I feel like it would look better in a 2D art style but idk. I think the boots are amazing so I definitely kept those with no changes. I personally think the rooster miraculous is the most powerful versatile one. Like the only limits are your own creativity I don’t know how any villain is going to feel like an actual threat when lady bug has the rooster, bee, and ox miraculous on her side so that will be interesting to see.
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darkwitch1999 ¡ 8 days
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Honestly, I like this redesign better than the original.
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Mayura redesign. There were a lot of things I liked about her original design but the main thing I wanted was to amp up the peacock aspects since they have so much drama and vibrancy to their looks. I also wanted her color palette to have more peacock colors so I added a lot more green and toned down some of the pink.
I changed the pattern to be more like the actual feathers of a peacock. I lengthened the skirt and removed the feather/fur cuffs on her sleeves and neck. Peacocks have a lot of different types of feathers but none of them are super floofy as they’re generally pretty sleek so I wanted to reflect that in the design.
I also added a caplet and a top layer to her skirt both with the feather patterns. I also gave her gloves with claws like peacock nails, partly because I love chat noirs claws and I want them to be incorporated into more characters, especially since so many of the animals have claws or talons.
Finally I gave her a mask with markings like on the face of peacock and instead of the little hat piece thing I gave her a little accessory kind of like the ones from the flapper headbands. I thought her hair and stuff reminded me of a sleek 1920s look so I figured that would work.
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To the little accessory I added plumes like the ones on the top of a peacocks head. They’re so specific i don’t know how any peacock based design could leave them out.
This redesign is kind of busy but I hope it’s not too overwhelming. The color palette gave me a hard time but I think I made it work. I want to see a non villain design of the peacock miraculous with a brighter color palette.
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darkwitch1999 ¡ 8 days
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Why My OCs Shouldn't Have A Miraculous....
If Noelle Odeja had the Peacock Miraculous (ignore lore and canon!!! This is a "What If" scenario!!!)
Eiffel Tower
Paon Saphir: So with the power of the Peacock Miraculous, I could bring any creation to life?
Ladybug: (nods) That's right. By turning one of the feathers on your fan into an amok and sending it inside an object, you can create a Sentimonster to fight alongside you.
Chat Noir: Any ideas in particular you have in mind?
(Paon Saphir thinks for a moment, then snaps her fingers.)
Paon Saphir: I think I've got one! Be right back!
(Paon Saphir turns and leaps away from building to building until she disappears from the hero duo's sight. The superhero pair wait at the Eiffel Tower for half an hour until the new peacock heroine finally returns, carrying a makeshift sack that had something squirming inside of it. Ladybug and Chat Noir exchanged curious and slightly unnerved looks with the nervous-looking peacock.)
Chat Noir: Hey, what took you so long?
Ladybug: Um...and what's in the sack?
Chat Noir: And why is it moving?
Paon Saphir: (nervously avoids eye contact with the other two superheroes while struggling to maintain her hold on the struggling bag) Soooooo....I went back to my house and I wanted to bring my old imaginary friend "Jean-Baissier" to life for nostalgia purposes. So I dug him out of my closet and placed the amok inside of him like you told me to and then...well....(twiddles her fingers)...let's just say he's a little bit...."feral".
Chat Noir: (raises an eyebrow) What do you mean "a little bit feral"?
Paon Saphir: (shifts her eyes to the right) Wellllllll.......
(Paon Saphir opens the sack and the creature immediately jumps out, startling the trio of heroes. The creature is revealed to be a deformed and ragged black teddy bear that is missing an eye, frothing at the mouth with stuffing-like mouth foam and making growling raving sounds. Upon seeing the creature in front of them, the cat and ladybug superheroes ready their weapons.)
Chat Noir: (readies his staff) What the heck is that thing?!
Ladybug: (spinning her yo-yo) Why would you create something like that?!
Paon Saphir: (raises her hands in defense) I swear, he wasn't this way when I was younger! I don't know what happened! But hey, he's not that bad....
(Ladybug and Chat Noir shot Paon Saphir with incredulous looks, causing the peacock heroine to rub the back of her head nervously with a sheepish smile.)
SentiBaissier: (growls low) Kiiilllll Meeeeee.....
Ladybug: (shocked) What the-.....
SentiBaissier: (screams) KILL MEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
Chat Noir: That thing talks?!
Paon Saphir: Oh right, I forgot to mention that. Yeah, he kept screaming that on the way here for some reason. It was actually the first thing he said when I brought him to life.
Chat Noir: (disturbed) That's...messed up.
SentiBaissier: (screams) KILL MEEEEEE!!!!!!!! WHY AM I ALIVE?!?!? (starts crawling towards Ladybug and Chat Noir) KIIIILLLLLLL MEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! WHAT IS THIS WORLD?!?!
Ladybug: (starts backing away as the sentimonster starts getting closer to her) Paon! Release the amok!
Chat Noir: Get rid of this thing!
Paon Saphir: What? No! I'm not gonna kill it! I created him! He just needs time to adjust to being alive! Besides he doesn't mean it! He's happy he's alive! Just look at him!
SentiBaissier: (screams) KILL MEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
(SentiBaissier launches himself towards the two superheroes, who both step aside as the sentimonster misses both of them and starts leaping off the Eiffel Tower and heads towards the city.)
Chat Noir: Uh, we should probably go after that thing....
Paon Saphir: (unfazed) Nah, he's fine. It's fine....
(The sound of a crash is heard off in the distance along with the panicked screams of several civilians.)
SentiBaissier: (screams) KILL MEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
Paon Saphir: (not as confident) It's fiiiinnnneeee...?
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Yeah, so that's what would happen if Noelle was given the miraculous of the peacock. A miraculous that allows the user to bring a creature to life manifested by emotions. Probably not the best fit for Noelle. Anyway, hope you guys enjoyed this. I plan on doing more scenarios like this with my other OCs. If you have any specific miraculous scenario requests, feel free to let me know. Please share your thoughts and opinions on what you think about these "what if" type scenarios.
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MiracOlympus- An Unpleasant Encounter
This is a short that takes place back in the young gods’ teenaged years, based on a moment from the second episode of the Gods School web series. But with a much more insidious context… @artzychic27 @imsparky2002
Just as a reminder:
Marc- Persephone
Mylene- Demeter
Lucien- Zelus
Enjoy!
Down in the fields around Olympus, a duo of divine siblings were picking various different crops for the feast that would take place later that night.
Marc laughed at the silly joke Mylene had just told, before he spotted some lovely Narcissus flowers growing in a grove nearby. Thinking they would be wonderful to decorate the tables, he turned to his sister.
“Hey, Sunflower, I’m gonna go pick some of those flowers in that grove to put in the centerpiece vases!”, he told her, picking up his basket and standing to leave.
“Okay, Poppy, just stay close!”, the goddess of the harvest answered with a smile, before turning back to her work.
With that, Marc made his way toward the shady grove, and began picking flowers. Gathering narcissus, wild roses, and daisies for the centerpieces, he was unaware of a pair of sharp eyes watching him…
But when he had moved fairly deep into the grove, sufficiently out of his sister’s sight, he heard a familiar voice that made his blood go cold speak to him.
“Hello, little flower.”, and Marc went rigid, turning toward the voice in a defensive stance.
“You’re not supposed to be anywhere near Olympus, Lucien. Leave now.”, he said sharply, though he couldn’t keep the tremble out of his voice, much to his dismay.
“Oh, why the cold reception, my lovely little blossom. I came all this way just to see you, after all.”, Lucien said coolly, moving out of the shadows with a serpentine grin.
“No one wants you here, least of all me! Get out of here, and for the hundredth time, leave me alone!”, Marc demanded, his hand moving toward his pocket, ready to grab the dog whistle that Nathaniel had given him, which would summon Baark to his side in an instant.
But Lucien didn’t back down, only moving closer to Marc. He reached out and cupped his cheek, making the raven-haired god shudder with revulsion.
“Come now, you don’t want me to leave.”, he purred as he leaned in so his face was only an inch or so from Marc’s, “You can’t deny what’s between us, little flower…”
Marc stiffened and quickly shoved him away, fixing him with a dagger-sharp glare.
“There is nothing between us!”, he snapped, “I love Nathaniel, and only him! And I want NOTHING to do with you!”
Lucien scowled at the mention of the redhead, and grabbed Marc’s wrist in a tight grip, pulling him in close.
“Don’t mention that name. That twerp has no place ruling over an entire domain.”, the vile god snarled, “And you shouldn’t be wasting your time on him.”
“Don’t you dare insult him! Let me go!”, Marc hissed, trying to pull himself free from Lucien’s grip. He quickly thrust his other hand into his pocket, fingers closing around the dog whistle.
However, before Lucien could make any other moves, Marc sent a prayer of thanks to the Fates as he heard his sister’s footsteps approaching, as Mylene called out for him.
“Marc? Poppy? Where are you?”
Quickly, Lucien shapeshifted into a hawk and hid in a tree, just as Mylene pushed through the cover of leaves and emerged in the grove.
“Oh, there you are! Let’s go, I think I have everything I need!”, she said, holding up her basket of grains and the like, before she noticed her brother’s disheveled state, “Poppy…are you okay?”
Straightening up, he managed to give her a smile, “Y-yeah, Sunflower, I’m fine. The, uh, the pollen is just…really thick back here.”, he quickly said, adding a sneeze for good measure.
“Well, come on, let’s get you back to Olympus for some fresh air.”, Mylene said, as Marc retrieved his basket of flowers. And with that, the two siblings flew back toward the mountain peaks, with Marc sending a cold glare back to the hawk still in the grove.
A few moments later, the hawk transformed back into a young god, glaring up at the peaks of Olympus, where he was no longer welcome…not noticing the ground giving an angry rumble below him.
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Probably what Nath is feeling down in the underworld....
MiracOlympus- An Unpleasant Encounter
This is a short that takes place back in the young gods’ teenaged years, based on a moment from the second episode of the Gods School web series. But with a much more insidious context… @artzychic27 @imsparky2002
Just as a reminder:
Marc- Persephone
Mylene- Demeter
Lucien- Zelus
Enjoy!
Down in the fields around Olympus, a duo of divine siblings were picking various different crops for the feast that would take place later that night.
Marc laughed at the silly joke Mylene had just told, before he spotted some lovely Narcissus flowers growing in a grove nearby. Thinking they would be wonderful to decorate the tables, he turned to his sister.
“Hey, Sunflower, I’m gonna go pick some of those flowers in that grove to put in the centerpiece vases!”, he told her, picking up his basket and standing to leave.
“Okay, Poppy, just stay close!”, the goddess of the harvest answered with a smile, before turning back to her work.
With that, Marc made his way toward the shady grove, and began picking flowers. Gathering narcissus, wild roses, and daisies for the centerpieces, he was unaware of a pair of sharp eyes watching him…
But when he had moved fairly deep into the grove, sufficiently out of his sister’s sight, he heard a familiar voice that made his blood go cold speak to him.
“Hello, little flower.”, and Marc went rigid, turning toward the voice in a defensive stance.
“You’re not supposed to be anywhere near Olympus, Lucien. Leave now.”, he said sharply, though he couldn’t keep the tremble out of his voice, much to his dismay.
“Oh, why the cold reception, my lovely little blossom. I came all this way just to see you, after all.”, Lucien said coolly, moving out of the shadows with a serpentine grin.
“No one wants you here, least of all me! Get out of here, and for the hundredth time, leave me alone!”, Marc demanded, his hand moving toward his pocket, ready to grab the dog whistle that Nathaniel had given him, which would summon Baark to his side in an instant.
But Lucien didn’t back down, only moving closer to Marc. He reached out and cupped his cheek, making the raven-haired god shudder with revulsion.
“Come now, you don’t want me to leave.”, he purred as he leaned in so his face was only an inch or so from Marc’s, “You can’t deny what’s between us, little flower…”
Marc stiffened and quickly shoved him away, fixing him with a dagger-sharp glare.
“There is nothing between us!”, he snapped, “I love Nathaniel, and only him! And I want NOTHING to do with you!”
Lucien scowled at the mention of the redhead, and grabbed Marc’s wrist in a tight grip, pulling him in close.
“Don’t mention that name. That twerp has no place ruling over an entire domain.”, the vile god snarled, “And you shouldn’t be wasting your time on him.”
“Don’t you dare insult him! Let me go!”, Marc hissed, trying to pull himself free from Lucien’s grip. He quickly thrust his other hand into his pocket, fingers closing around the dog whistle.
However, before Lucien could make any other moves, Marc sent a prayer of thanks to the Fates as he heard his sister’s footsteps approaching, as Mylene called out for him.
“Marc? Poppy? Where are you?”
Quickly, Lucien shapeshifted into a hawk and hid in a tree, just as Mylene pushed through the cover of leaves and emerged in the grove.
“Oh, there you are! Let’s go, I think I have everything I need!”, she said, holding up her basket of grains and the like, before she noticed her brother’s disheveled state, “Poppy…are you okay?”
Straightening up, he managed to give her a smile, “Y-yeah, Sunflower, I’m fine. The, uh, the pollen is just…really thick back here.”, he quickly said, adding a sneeze for good measure.
“Well, come on, let’s get you back to Olympus for some fresh air.”, Mylene said, as Marc retrieved his basket of flowers. And with that, the two siblings flew back toward the mountain peaks, with Marc sending a cold glare back to the hawk still in the grove.
A few moments later, the hawk transformed back into a young god, glaring up at the peaks of Olympus, where he was no longer welcome…not noticing the ground giving an angry rumble below him.
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☕🥱A Random Headcanon: How Marc Got The Coffee Part I 🥱☕
Collège Françoise Dupont: Boiler Room
Nathaniel: (visibly annoyed) So we’re really doing this, huh?
Nino: Yep.
(Down in the boiler room, Nino had set up a small desk with a desk lamp, a radio that played what sounded like the soundtrack of an old detective movie, a stack of books, and a manila file folder. The teen wore a fake mustache and an old-style detective costume. On each opposing side of the desk stood two chairs, the one on the right being currently occupied by an exhausted Marc Anciel. The poor, tired writer was suffering from the effects of his caffeine crash and could barely keep his eyes open. His make-up was a dreadful mess from when he had his breakdown earlier, his hair was a frazzled mess, the dark circles encased around his eyes looked as though they had gotten deeper and darker, and his body that had before trembled and twitched so terribly now struggled against the intense feeling of exhaustion. Out of earshot in a corner, Nino and Nathaniel discussed Nino’s plan, which Nathaniel found to be very unnecessary, and annoying, and he would have been against taking any part in this ridiculous plan if the artist was not worried about his partner’s well-being.)
Nino: I’m sorry, Nath, but this is the only way.
Nathaniel: There are more than one, much better ways we could handle this! I don’t think this is best for Marc’s well-being right now. Just look at him! (points to the exhausted writer) He needs sleep!
Nino: Look, I get it. Marc’s crashing down from the caffeine and needs rest. But we have to do this for his own good! We need to find out where or more specifically, who did he get that coffee from! (starts counting off his fingers) The first time this happened he asked you to buy the coffee for him because he knew you didn’t know he couldn’t have it. The second time he took advantage of Rose’s kindness and trusting nature to secure the coffee. This time, however, he must have gone to someone who didn’t know that he couldn’t have coffee, and since no one is fessing up, we will have to find out who the guilty culprit is.
Nathaniel: But couldn’t we just ask him after he’s had time to rest and recover? Interrogating him when he’s in this state just seems too cruel. It feels like we’re treating him like some dangerous criminal. 
Nino: (puts a reassuring hand on Nathaniel’s shoulder) Nath, I don’t want to watch him suffer any more than you do, but I’m afraid it has to be this way to prevent another episode from ever happening again. If we let him sleep first, he’ll have more energy and focus to come up with a lie or ID a scapegoat, and it will be even harder to get Marc to confess the truth. Marc may be more reasonable when he’s off the coffee, but he definitely wouldn’t give up his supplier willingly, especially if he knows that the rest of us don’t know who gave him his fix.
Nathaniel: (shoots Nino an incredulous look) “Supplier”? Really, Nino?
Nino: (defensively) Hey, technically caffeine is considered a drug! I looked it up!
Nathaniel: (crosses his arms) Not an illegal one. Hence why I feel like you are treating Marc like a dangerous criminal.
Nino: Oh come on, Nath! The last thing I want to do is treat Marc like a criminal! 
Nathaniel: (raises an eyebrow) Then what’s with the Sherlock Holmes cosplay?
Nino: Because we’re trying to solve a mystery and I thought it would fit the aesthetic! (sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose).
Nathaniel: (appears hesitant) I still don’t like this….this feels like torture.
Nino: Nath, please trust me. I swear we’re not going to torture Marc. Just give us thirty minutes or so to question him, an hour at most. If he doesn’t confess within that amount of time, we’ll back off and let him get some sleep. On the other hand, if he tells us who supplied him with the coffee before the time is up, we’ll let him sleep sooner. And I promise, I’ll back off if he reaches his limit. Whatever happens during this, I won’t make Marc suffer more than he already has.
(Nathaniel pondered for a moment, considering Nino’s plan and compromise. The artist still felt conflicted about putting his partner through an interrogation while he was so sleep-deprived. He knew how physically exhausting the combination of caffeine withdrawal and insomnia from the previous night was on the writer along with the mental and emotional exhaustion of the pressure that Marc was clearly under mixed in with the aftermath of his breakdown from earlier. Nathaniel wanted Marc to rest. He wanted Marc to get better. He wanted to see that beautifully contagious and unburdened smile spread across his partner’s face again and never to see that strained and unhinged smile or the exhausted frown again. However, as guilty as Nathaniel felt for even considering going along with Nino’s plan, he also knew that Nino made some truthful points to defend his plan. Nathaniel didn’t want to admit it, but Nino was right when he argued that Marc wouldn’t easily name whoever gave him the coffee. Rose and himself were willing to own up to mistakes those times they had given Marc coffee, but this time no one is willing to admit that they had given Marc coffee. And knowing the writer, he would try to play off that “everything was fine” and there was no need to worry about who gave him the coffee, desperately trying to avoid talking about what had been bothering him so much and what was causing all the stress and pressure that he was under in the first place. Marc was never one to be willing to talk about his problems with others and always tried to appear as if everything was okay as best he could because he didn’t want to make others feel worried about him. If they were going to have any chance of finding out how Marc got coffee, now was their best and possibly only time while the writer didn’t have the energy to resist telling the truth.)
Nathaniel: (sighs) Forty minutes. We’ll question him for forty minutes and no more. And when I say “that’s enough”, I mean that’s enough. We won’t push him any farther than he can handle.
Nino: (nods in agreement) Alright, deal! Now that that’s settled, let’s get to it. Get ready to assume your role, good cop!
(Nino took a deep breath in and out as he adjusted his usual demeanor into a more serious demeanor as he now bore a stoic expression on his face. As Nino started walking towards the desk, Nathaniel rolled his eyes in annoyance.)
Nathaniel: (annoyed) Right, forgot that Nino wanted to do “Good Cop, Bad Cop” too.
(The two boys approached the desk where the exhausted writer now had his head face down on the desk, moaning in discomfort. Nino sat in the desk chair opposite the writer while Nathaniel stood next to the cosplaying detective. The “detective” then reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a tube of bubble solution and a bubble wand.)
Nino: (blows bubbles from the bubble wand with a stern look) Rise and shine, Marc.
Nathaniel: (smiles nervously) H-Hey Marc…um…how are you feeling?
(Marc rolls his head to the side, revealing his dreadfully exhausted face to the other two boys.) 
Marc: (moans) My head…feels like it's going to split open…
Nino: (blows another bubble) Mhm. That would be the caffeine withdrawal hangover for you. Though we both already know that you are well familiar with the feeling.
Nathaniel: (shoots Nino a warning look) Nino…
Nino: (clears his throat, unfazed by Nathaniel’s glares) Anyway, enough beating around the bush. It’s time we all talk.
(Marc lifted his head off the table to give the “detective” an annoyed, tired look. His expression then turned into one of confusion as he took notice of the outfit that the young boy was wearing. The writer turned to look at Nathaniel with an eyebrow raised in confusion.)
Marc: Nath, why is Nino dressed as Sherlock Holmes?
Nathaniel: (sighs heavily and pinches the bridge of his nose) I have asked the same question, Marc. 
Marc: Wait, does that mean you are supposed to be Watson?
Nathaniel: (shakes his head and glances annoyed at Nino) No, apparently I’m supposed to be “good cop”.
Marc: (tilts his tired head in confusion) Wait…(yawns)...I’m confused….(points to Nathaniel) If you’re “good cop”...(points to Nino) and you’re “Sherlock Holmes”....then who’s “bad cop”...or…what’s even going on here? What are you guys even doing?
Nathaniel: (smirks) Actually, Nino’s supposed to be the “bad cop”. The Sherlock Holmes cosplay is just Nino doing his own thing.
Marc: (gives Nino an incredulous look) You do realize your “Sherlock Holmes” cosplay doesn’t make any sense if you guys are doing “Good Cop, Bad Cop”, right? I mean, for one thing, Sherlock Holmes was far too intelligent and dignified to resort to such a cliche interrogation tactic that wasn’t even developed during his time! Not to mention that Sherlock Holmes didn’t even work for the British Police! Yes, they did work together on a few cases, specifically with Inspectors Lestrade and Gregson the most, but still-...
Nino: (slams his hand hard on the desk, startling Marc with a jump) That’s enough out of you! Nathaniel and I are the ones asking the questions here, Anciel!
Marc: (rolls his eyes) And I thought Jean was over dramatic…
Nino: (regains his composure and clears his throat again) Anyway, I hardly think that you’re in any position to judge my choices right now. After all, you’ve made some rather “questionable” decisions yourself recently, now have you?
Marc: Not more questionable than your choice of interrogation methods…or fashion…
Nino: Got nothing to say, huh? That’s fine, we’ll start things off then. (opens the manila folder) I don’t care to mince words with you, so I’m just going to come out and say it. (picks up three pictures from the folder) We all know that someone gave you coffee and we know that someone had to be someone who didn’t know that you couldn’t have coffee for reasons that we all know too well, i.e. one of these three prime suspects.
(Nino places all three photos in front of Marc. The first photo was of ZoĂŠ Lee, the second was a photo of Devin Nolan, and the third photo was of Noelle Odeja. Marc takes a brief look at the photos and averted his gaze away from the pictures.)
Marc: You don’t know what you’re talking about, Nino. You couldn’t even be more wrong. (smirks tiredly) That ridiculous hat you’re wearing might be too tight.
Nino: (smirks, unfazed by Marc’s remark) Seeing as though you still have enough energy to be cheeky, you’ll have no problem naming your supplier.
(Nathaniel rolls his eyes at Nino using the word “supplier” again.)
Marc: What makes you think that someone gave me the coffee? How do you know I didn’t just get the coffee myself?
Nino: You mean other than the fact that you’ve done this before?
Nathaniel: (places a hand gently on the writer’s shoulder) Marc, we know you didn’t get the coffee yourself. We know your moms won’t let you have coffee and for good reasons, too. (The writer shifted his eyes away from Nathaniel, but the artist continued.) We also know that the coffee you’ve been drinking is from your mama’s shop since you would never betray the family business by drinking coffee from a different coffee shop, which brings us to the ultimate reason why we know that someone bought the coffee for you. You would never even think of trying to steal coffee from your mama because too good of a person. 
(Marc remained silent, knowing he couldn’t argue with their reasons given that they were right. Marc was raised too well to steal anything and would feel like a traitor if he tried to buy coffee from anywhere other than his mama’s shop. Nino noticed how quiet the writer had become and smiled a satisfied smirk.)
Nino: (smugly) I’ll take your silence as proof that we’re right. Now then, as we speak, our three prime suspects are currently being interrogated by my lovely partner and her best friend…
Marc: (rolls his eyes in annoyance) Great…Alya and Marinette are doing this too, huh? Let me guess, is Alya dressed up as well? Is she Watson? Or maybe she’s that reporter from New York who always writes about Majesta?
Nathaniel: (raises an eyebrow) C’mon Marc, it’s Alya. 
Marc: Yeah, you’re right, Nath. (smirks at Nino) She doesn’t quite share the same flair for the overdramatic as other people do (snickers).
Nino: (slightly offended) Mock me all you want, Anciel. One way or another, we are going to find out the truth. We don’t care how long it takes. We’ll keep going all day and night if we have to.
Marc: (smiles smugly) We can’t stay on school grounds past five.
Nathaniel: And we’re not doing this any longer than forty minutes.
Nino: We’ll keep going till five if we have to.
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Detective Nino is on the case (whether anyone asks or not)! Anyway, hope you guys enjoyed this continuation of the "Why Marc Shouldn't Have Coffee" saga. I was going to do a full headcanon, but I decided to split it into parts since it was getting rather long. Probably a bit out of character for Marc to be a sarcastic, smart mouth in this headcanon, but in his defense, he's exhausted. Stay tuned for part two when we read about Alya interrogating the three suspects. Who do you think did the crime? Share your thoughts, opinions, and theories about the guilty party.
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What about "Venomous" or "Envenomed", Ivan?
Arkham AU: What's in a Name
Sea Enchantress: Hey, Max. I have to ask, why don't you use a code-
Croc King: Ondy, don't get him started!
Sea Enchantress: What? I was just asking why he just goes by Max instead of a codename.
(Max has the smuggest smile on his face.)
Max Luthor: I don't need to hide behind a silly stagename.
Jestress: Well, some of us want to add some flare to our crimes! Would Paris tremble in fear at the name "Marinette"? I don't think so.
Max Luthor: Yes, because I shake in my boots at the name "Jestress". Everyone knows ren-fare employees are the biggest terror in the city.
Jestress: Uh... I... you shut up!
Adri-Quin: You leave Miss J alone, egghead! I happen to find it charming!
Max Luthor: Adrien, your name doesn't even make sense. Adri-Quin?
Adri-Quin: Yeah! Like a harlequin! It fits with da aesthetic!
Jestress: *nuzzling him* That's exactly right, puddin'
Max Luthor: If your name was Harley, then I would understand. But it's not, it's Adrien.
(The Clown Princess of Crime and her Prince Harming stick their tongues out at Max and storm off.)
Enigma: Riddle me this, who's a giant prick whose name rhymes with tax?
Max Luthor: Not a riddle, Cesaire. You have a gimmick so stick with it.
Venom Bringer: *Snarling* Do I need to get Mylene to gas you again?
Max Luthor: (Looks sheepish) No! I'll be quiet now.
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Just like last time, Max Luthor makes some good points with the villains' names. At least not all of them got roasted this time. Smart move not risking it with Colossus or Caracal. 👍🏼
Arkham AU: What's in a Name
Sea Enchantress: Hey, Max. I have to ask, why don't you use a code-
Croc King: Ondy, don't get him started!
Sea Enchantress: What? I was just asking why he just goes by Max instead of a codename.
(Max has the smuggest smile on his face.)
Max Luthor: I don't need to hide behind a silly stagename.
Jestress: Well, some of us want to add some flare to our crimes! Would Paris tremble in fear at the name "Marinette"? I don't think so.
Max Luthor: Yes, because I shake in my boots at the name "Jestress". Everyone knows ren-fare employees are the biggest terror in the city.
Jestress: Uh... I... you shut up!
Adri-Quin: You leave Miss J alone, egghead! I happen to find it charming!
Max Luthor: Adrien, your name doesn't even make sense. Adri-Quin?
Adri-Quin: Yeah! Like a harlequin! It fits with da aesthetic!
Jestress: *nuzzling him* That's exactly right, puddin'
Max Luthor: If your name was Harley, then I would understand. But it's not, it's Adrien.
(The Clown Princess of Crime and her Prince Harming stick their tongues out at Max and storm off.)
Enigma: Riddle me this, who's a giant prick whose name rhymes with tax?
Max Luthor: Not a riddle, Cesaire. You have a gimmick so stick with it.
Venom Bringer: *Snarling* Do I need to get Mylene to gas you again?
Max Luthor: (Looks sheepish) No! I'll be quiet now.
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