#goddess Marinette

[mintaka14]

Okay, I don’t even know what this is, but it’s been fun to write. Goddesses and immortals and cat viligantes, oh my! All notes and acknowledgements are on the AO3 link. Chapter 1 is sfw, and can stand on its own if you don’t want the nsfw second chapter.

Have fun!

O Fortuna

A Miraculous Ladybug fanfiction

By Mintaka14

 O Fortuna!

Velut luna

Statu variabilis

[Carmina Burana: Carl Orff]

 They call her Lady Luck, and for those who worship at her altar, the Lady can be kind. She can be generous.

But Luck can also be a fickle mistress. Luck can turn savage and cruel, and every hundred years, She demands a sacrifice from her devoted followers.

So far, they’ve been pretty… well, lucky. So far, every hundred years, a man bearing the mark of Luck’s favour on his wrist has turned up at the temple, and been offered up to their cruel goddess, that fortune might favour them for another hundred years.

The annals have recorded every sacrifice in the centuries since the Order of the Turning Wheel began, and honoured the men who turned the Lady’s face and brought back good luck. The ones who read those accounts were puzzled to note that there was a certain similarity to these men – they were all of them musicians and troubadours, blue eyes, blue-dyed hair, and an odd sense of humour in the face of their impending martyrdom. The scholars among the Order had argued many theories over the years, but never had the nerve to question the Lady herself.

The whole concept of the hundred year sacrifice had become something of academic interest within the Order. They were something that had happened in the past. They were stories and old records. Talk of sacrifices, and the wickedly sharp and well-used ancient makhaira knife that sat in a locked cabinet in the high priest’s office, didn’t jibe with the Lady they knew and prayed to for good fortune, so when the young man turned up on their doorstep, with a guitar slung over his back and the Lady’s quartered wheel in a cloud of ladybugs tattooed on his wrist, they had all exchanged uneasy glances.

“Do you have any idea what you’re doing, Luka?” the high priest asked him, wringing his hands anxiously. The Lady had commanded her faithful followers to Paris to prepare for the ritual in her honour, and so here they were, with workmen in the background, clambering over the scaffolding to convert a dilapidated little apartment building in the heart of Paris into a temple to the goddess of fortune, complete with a very solid, very purposeful marble altar that was currently shrouded in a canvas dropcloth to protect it. “You should run while you still have the chance.”

Luka looked up from the guitar he was idly strumming, and glanced at the statue of the Lady watching over them.

“A copy of Tyche of Antioch,” he murmured. “Not bad work.” The quirked corner of his mouth grew into a brief smile when his gaze reached the river god under her foot. He glanced back at the high priest.

“I won’t run. I’ve accepted my fate,” he said solemnly, but there was a glimmer of laughter in his eyes that the high priest was hard pressed to explain, under the circumstances.

“Have you got a death wish, lad?,” he asked incredulously. “You know what that mark on your wrist means, don’t you? Why did you even come here in the first place?”

“What the Lady commands, who am I to refuse her?”

“We’re talking actual sacrificial rituals here,” the high priest persisted, trying to get him to understand the gravity of his situation. “Blood and fire on the altar, the whole thing. I’ve seen the knife – it’s older than the Order, and it’s no toy.”

Luka bent his head over his guitar, and the high priest thought he heard him mutter, “Lot of good memories, though,” but decided that he must have been mistaken.

All around them was the clatter and clang of the building site, and the raised shouts of the team of stonemasons manoeuvring a huge slab of stone into place. The temple was breathtaking, an elegant symphony of marble and stone shaped by master craftsmen in the heart of Paris. The ceilings of the formerly dilapidated building now soared over pillars and a stone floor that echoed underfoot, and it felt like walking into a memory, rich with Hellenistic history and Roman flourishes, with touches of gilt from a Versailles fairy tale. The Lady had taste.

No expense had been spared to create the stone mural that towered over the back wall of the temple, or the beautiful, faithful reproductions of Greek and Roman statues from the Lady’s temples in many far-flung corners. The Lady was fortunate in her investments, and could afford the best when she chose.

Somewhere near the doors of the temple, there was a crash and the sound of something breaking. The high priest’s head whipped round as one of the workmen started swearing, and a foreman shouted warningly, “Calm down! We don’t need any akumas today, not when we’re so far behind schedule.”

Everyone’s eyes lifted warily to the sky, but when nothing happened, they all returned to work.

“What was that all about?” Luka asked, his eyebrow raised, and the high priest shrugged. He’d heard rumours of a butterfly villain and a vigilante hero, and people being possessed by akumas in the form of black butterflies throughout the city, but fortunately, they’d seen no signs of them at the temple yet.

Two acolytes were currently unwrapping a huge bronze brazier that was one of the pieces the Lady had ordered brought out of storage. As they carefully pulled away the covering, the cornucopias and rudders and wheels that were the signs of the Lady were revealed. Collectors and archaeologists alike would have salivated over it. It was manhandled into position on top of the blocky and ominous marble altar that the Lady had insisted on.

No one could mistake the purpose of that altar, or the low stone table-like eschara laid in front of it, with the toothy crenellations running along the head and the foot.

The high priest’s gaze slid back to the Lady’s chosen victim, who was doomed to be laid out on that eschara soon.

“A nice boy like you should have your whole life ahead of you,” he said sombrely.

Luka laughed at that. “I’m much older than I look.”

“I won’t be a part of this. I’ll risk the Lady’s displeasure, and… and tell her we won’t perform the ritual.” He was wringing his hands harder now. It could go hard, if fortune turned on them. Luka put aside his guitar and came to his feet, his expression softening into something more sympathetic. He rested a reassuring hand on the high priest’s shoulder.

“George, you’re a good man,” he said. “It’ll all be fine. Trust the Lady.”

Theirs not to question the whims of Lady Luck… Fortuna… Tyche.

She had been called by many names over the years, and answered to them, but the few people who knew her best, the ones who loved her, knew her simply as Marinette.

~~~~~

Marinette manifested in the temple she’d lovingly created, her blood-red skirts billowing behind her in a most satisfying way as the flickering torchlight gleamed darkly in the jet beads that she’d spent hours sewing all over her bodice, and the first thing she noticed was the shouting.

The second thing she became aware of was the two men glaring at each other across the sacrificial altar.

She’d spent a lot of time getting that altar right. It was utilitarian in the middle of the austere elegance of the temple, but it would do the job, and it brought back a lot of memories. She was particularly happy with the inscription chiselled into the front face of it.

She was pleased to see that Luka… the offering, she corrected herself… was wearing the silk shirt and black jeans that she’d tailored for the occasion. The way he’d rolled up the shirt sleeves was a little more informal than she’d intended, but she had to admit that it was a good look on him, and bared his tattooed forearms, with the beautifully inked wheel of fortune dissolving into a cloud of ladybugs, just above the rough hemp rope wrapped around his wrists. Marinette blew out a faint breath, and resisted the urge to press her hands to her suddenly heated cheeks.

She had not, however, anticipated the blond guy in the weird black leather cat suit who was glaring back at him.

“Will you just hold still?!” the blond guy yelled in frustration, brandishing the staff he was holding. “Why are you so pissed off? I’m just trying to rescue you here!”

“Of course I’m pissed off. You’ve just barged in here, and beaten up a bunch of guys who were only trying to do their job,” Luka told him impatiently, gesturing with his bound hands at the robed figures who had retreated to the edges of the temple, away from whatever was going on at the altar. More than one of her acolytes seemed to be nursing injuries that, luckily, didn’t seem to be too serious. “And I told you, I don’t need your help.”

“Have you seen the akuma?” the blond guy was saying.

“The what now?”

This seemed to bring the blond cat guy up short for a moment. “The akuma. Have you seen her? Do you know what her akumatised object is?”

“What on earth are you talking about? I’m not from around here.” Luka glanced down at his bound wrists, and grimaced. “Look, I know this looks weird, but I’m fine, honestly.”

“You’re tied up and about to become a sacrifice to an akuma who thinks she’s the vengeful goddess of fortune,” the blond guy said with rising exasperation. “It’s lucky I got here when I did.”

“Please, just go away,” Luka growled. “She’s going to be here any moment, and I’m not going to have you ruin date night.”

The blond guy took a two-handed grip on his staff, and advanced purposefully. “You really don’t know what you’re getting yourself into here. I’ve fought these akumas before,” he reassured the other man. “You just think she’s a goddess because she has akumatised powers. I’m really sorry about this, but if you’re going to fight me I’ll have to knock you out until I’ve dealt with the akuma. You’ll have a few bruises when you come to, but at least you’ll be free of her.”

“I don’t want to be free of her! I don’t care what crusade you’re on, and I don’t care how many of these akumas you’ve fought – the Lady is not one of them!”

“It’s the akuma making you think that. You don’t realise it yet, but you’ll feel very different once I’ve defeated this luck goddess of yours…” He gestured in the direction of the stone mural that Marinette had spent months working on, and his voice trailed off in a gurgling whimper when he saw her.

Marinette smoothed down her gown a little self-consciously, and adjusted her grip on the businesslike iron makhaira she was holding in her other hand. Maybe the plunging neckline on the corsetry was a bit much. She felt as though she was spilling out of it, and resisted the urge to tug it a little higher. She bit her lip, her gaze shifting to Luka, but he seemed to have forgotten his argument, and was staring at her with a very flattering intensity.

“Wow,” he breathed. “Marinette, you’ve outdone yourself.”

“You like it?” she beamed, and then recalled what she was supposed to be doing. “I mean, cower brief mortals! Your Mistress walks among you.”

The handful of acolytes milling around remembered their cues at that, and stumbled over the first lines of their chant in honour of Fortuna, Lady of Luck. The song gained in confidence, exhorting her to look on them with favour for another hundred years, and accept the offering. She flicked a glance at the two men. The blond guy was staring at her with an open-mouthed look that left her blushing uncomfortably and feeling suddenly exposed in the tight corsetry and skirts caught up indecently high, almost to her hips, before they spilled in a profusion of red satin to the floor behind her.

She covered her discomfort by turning away to dismiss her followers, and they filed out slowly, robes hushing over the stone floor. One or two of them dared to shoot bewildered glances at her as they passed, but their eyes dropped quickly.

“Oh, Jeffrey!” she called as one passed, and the cowled hood turned towards her. “Your little girl – did the surgery go alright?”

There was a nervous smile under the hood, and a bobbed head.

“It did, O Great Mistress of the Turning Wheel. She’s recovering nicely, and you have my eternal gratitude for her good fortune.”

“And…” she went on a little diffidently, “the parcel I sent? Did she get it?”

The smile grew warmer. “She did, Lady. She loved the doll you made her, and now she doesn’t want to let go of it.”

Marinette blew out a relieved breath, and turned back as the last of them shuffled out of the temple. The blond guy in the cat suit was still there, still staring up at her as if he’d been frozen to the spot. He jolted as she glanced in his direction, striding towards her before she could react.

“Lady Luck, gracious lady.” He swept up her hand, pressing a kiss on it. “Put aside your righteous anger, and let this man go free. I know he must have upset you, but you can’t go stabbing people, no matter what Hawkmoth has promised you.”

“Stabbing?” Startled, Marinette looked down at the makhaira she was holding in her other hand. Forged from a solid piece of iron, it spoke clearly of immense and well-used age, but the curved single edge had been kept honed to a wicked sharpness. Along with the altar and the eschara, it struck a rough and functional note against the elegance around them. “Oh, this isn’t –“

“Let him go. Take me instead.”

“What?” Marinette squeaked, yanking her hand out of his grasp. “Wait, no!”

She threw a frantic glance at the blue-haired man collapsed over the altar, his shoulders shaking.

“Luka! A little help here?”

“I can’t say I blame him. You have that effect on me, too.”

“When I heard that there was a goddess here, I didn’t believe it, but now I see the rumours are true,” the blond guy said with a roguish smirk. “You could well be the goddess of fortune herself.”

“Well, actually –“ Marinette started to say, a little sheepishly, but he cut her off.

“The Songs of Fortune themselves could have been written in praise of your grace and beauty, but they would fail to do you justice.”

“I know,” Luka sighed. “Lyrics have never been my strong suit.”

Marinette pouted at him, distracted for a moment from the blond guy still trying to take her hand. “I love those songs.”

“Although they were never supposed to publish Song 17,” Luka admitted, flashing Marinette an apologetic half-smile, and she bit her lip, resisting the urge to press her thighs together at the tingling rush of heat that ran through her. Luka might not claim to be a lyricist, but his metaphors had been … inspired… in Song 17.

The blond guy flushed a deep brick red and coughed.

“Those poems are thousands of years old. Are you seriously telling me you wrote the Lucanian Songs of Fortune?” he said impatiently. Luka raised an eyebrow, but said nothing, and the blond guy’s attention shifted back to Marinette. “Just tell me where the akuma is, and I’ll free you from Hawkmoth’s clutches. A beautiful lady like you, you could have anyone, if you just let go of your rage. Whatever this guy’s done, you deserve so much better. I’m sure you have every right to be angry with him, but you can’t kill him.”

“Angry at him?” Marinette said in confusion. “What? No! It’s our anniversary!”

“Your anniversary?” He halted in his determined advance on her. “You two are married?”

From where he was leaning against the altar, Luka held up his still-bound hands, and gave a little wave of his fingers.

“Seriously? You two are married?” The blond guy scowled, looking put out for some reason. He turned on Luka, and gestured at the general décor. “Did you forget the anniversary or something? What did you do to upset her and get her akumatised?”

“Upset her?” Luka repeated blankly. “What are you talking about?”

The blond guy stabbed a finger at the knife still in Marinette’s hand.

“That looks pretty upset to me. She’s got a knife and she wants to kill you.”

The choke of laughter that Luka gave at that was quickly schooled. “I certainly hope she plans to finish me off.”

“That’s a real knife!” the blond guy’s voice was rising in disbelief. “What is wrong with you?! What have you dragged me into here? This has to be an akuma, because otherwise, you’re crazy. It must be in the knife.”

“I did say I didn’t need your help,” Luka pointed out.

“It has to be that,” the guy muttered under his breath, and Marinette didn’t like the way he was eyeing her now, his gaze running over her in a way that made her feel just how much of her was left revealed by her gown. His glance flicked to the knife in her hand, and back to her corseted cleavage. “There’s nowhere else you could be hiding anything.”

When she awkwardly folded her arms, makhaira and all, to cover her bust, he turned brick red again, and ripped his gaze away.

“Really, this is all a misunderstanding,” she tried to explain. “I know what this looks like, but it’s our anniversary. We just wanted to do something special to celebrate.”

The cat vigilante was starting to look a little wild-eyed. “This…” he gestured violently at the temple around them, taking in the general décor, and the flames licking above the brazier on the altar, and finally the sacrificial blade that she was still holding. “All of this… the temple, the minions, the whole…” he stabbed a finger in the direction of Luka and his bindings “… whatever… is a set-up for an anniversary celebration?? What the hell kind of kink is this??”

She shifted uneasily. “It’s not like we do this every day, only for special anniversaries. Seventeen… no, eighteen hundred years today.”

The blond guy blinked at them stupidly. “Eighteen… hundred? You think you’re eighteen hundred years old?”

“Careful there,” Luka said steadily. “It’s never wise to speculate on a lady’s age.”

Marinette giggled at that. “No, of course I’m not eighteen hundred. That’s when we got married.”

“Although I did marry young.” Luka grinned back at her.

“But…” the blond guy’s eyes shifted from Luka to Marinette and back again, “… how…?”

“Good genes and clean living,” Luka said. The blond guy scowled at him.

“Who are you?”

“Nothing more than a singer of songs and a son of the sea.” Luka flashed a glance at Marinette, those deep blue eyes of his darkening with a private smile. “And the luckiest bastard alive.”

The would-be rescuer was muttering that it had to be an akuma, there was no way this could be real, goddesses didn’t exist and she had to be an akuma, but she ignored him.

“Luka –“ Marinette said softly, her eyes on her husband and an answering smile trembling on her lips.

She was caught unawares by the vigilante’s sudden lunge. The knife was snatched out of her hand.

“Hah!” With a triumphant shout, he dashed it against the stone hard enough to crack the metal into ringing fragments of iron.

He watched the pieces expectantly, and for one, long, silent, shocked moment, Marinette could only stare.

Her makhaira.

The blond guy’s expression was shifting rapidly from smug anticipation to confusion to incredulity now. Whatever he’d expected to happen had not happened. It would have been almost comical, if Marinette hadn’t been distracted by the rising fury in her.

Her consecrated knife.

Her anniversary plans, ruined.

A rumble of thunder echoed softly around the chamber, and the flames burning in the brazier whipped in the sudden rush of wind. When she looked in his direction, the blond guy was staring at her.

“No akuma…” he breathed on a note of dawning realisation.

The wind rose, sucking the crackling air from the temple and flinging fire in writhing coils up to the ceiling where it left black streaks.

Marinette was not a large person. She was used to everyone towering over her, but as she stalked towards the interloper, she loomed. Her presence swelled to fill the temple with the immensity of her outraged goddesshood. Thunder growled ominously on the edge of hearing, and whatever the cat boy saw when he met her eyes left his face blanched cold.

He seemed to have finally realised that he was dealing with something greater than his petty mortal villains. Something ageless and unbound by temporal limits and very, very annoyed.

Blood-red satin swished fiercely around her, and her heels rang like doom against the stone flags as she stalked towards him, striking sparks that swirled around her and came to her hand as she raised it, spinning faster and faster with the force of her anger until she held a whirling scarlet wheel of fate and flame and dust that, for all its insubstantial matter, gave an aura of great and implacable weight.

He might not have recognised her Wheel for what it was, but there was something primal, deep down in him, that responded to it. He scrambled back out of reach with more haste than grace.

“Sorry, I’m sorry,” he babbled, backing up further until one of the pillars got in his way.

“If you leave now,” she said coldly, “you may yet outrun your misfortune.”

The blond guy snatched up his staff and fled.

#lukanette #pro lukamari #o fortuna #ML AU #goddess Marinette #immortal Luka #things get weird #they're idiots your honor #i don't know anymore #it's not like my muses keep me informed of what's going on #I just write #researching sacrificial rituals gets you some interesting algorithms

[elrichamilton]

Does Adrien, Alya and/or any of Marinette's other classmates geta chance to redeem themselves as well?

That is a great question.

Adrien's biggest punishment is of course the loss of his miraculous and therefore his "freedom to act careless and reckless with anonymity." And due to the discovery of of Hawkmoth's identity, Adrien will be viewed as a possible accomplice and he will have to deal with the hatred of the public. But, if he outs himself as Chat then he'll be seen as reckless, careless, unreliable and will be harassed for his actions. So I don't see the need to add to his punishment. I don't think that he will be able to be fully redeemable.

Now, Alya... Yeah, no. She can't be fully redeemed either. She kept believing in a liar when she should have investigated Lila's claims, and kept pushing Marinette into situations that hurt her (emotionally, obviously.) She would have to work hard to prove that she is not only sorry but that she would not fall for lies again, especially obvious ones.

As for the rest of the class... I think that a few of them can be redeemed, especially if they can give over evidence of Lila's crimes. So while Marinette might still not want to be friends with them, she will certainly forgive them and then they might find at least some luck to be on their side.

#marinette dupain cheng #goddess marinette #marinette deserves better #the only shipping for marinette here is happieness #john constantine #mlb x dc #dc #salt #ml salt #miraculous ladybug #yes i know my writing is shit #i'm back #anon ask #adrien salt #alya salt #class salt #one must first acknowledge what one has done wrong before the journey of forgiveness can start #consequences

[aalissy]

Pantheon/Mythology AU

Just a short lil chapter today! I hope I did this prompt justice bc I don’t know tooo much about mythology haha. Lemme know what you think :)

AO3

Chat ran his hand through Marinette’s hair, tugging her pigtails off as he kissed her rather desperately. The only sounds of the dark forest they had managed to gain a stolen moment in was the sounds of crickets chirping. The stars and moon twinkled above them but the sun threatened to come up at any moment, leaving him without her once more. 

He clutched her to him tightly, not wanting to let her go. When she was gone it was almost like he couldn’t breathe anymore. All of the colors in his vision dimmed and turned dull leaving him in misery. Marinette brought him life. He didn’t want to be without her again.

“We should not be doing this,” she murmured, leaning back even as he tried to chase her lips. Chat whined softly as he stared down at her pretty, pink pout, wanting to kiss her once more. He heard Marinette whimper in return before her lips slammed back onto his, her arms wrapping around the back of his neck. He trailed his kisses to her collarbone, with Marinette tilting it to allow him better access. She sighed softly before whispering, “If my mother finds out that I have fallen in love with a mere mortal, there will be tremendous consequences for us both.”

“And that is why she must never know.” Chat clutched her shoulders, staring into her deep, ocean blue eyes. “Marinette, I could not bear it if I lost you. I am in love with you.”

Her lower lip wobbled before she threw her arms around his neck again, kissing him passionately. After a while, Marinette pulled back to whisper, “I love you too, my Chaton.”

A wave of happiness bubbled up within him and he moved towards her to wrap her up in a hug. “How did I get so lucky? You could have had any man or God that you wanted,” he murmured. “Why pick me?”

She leaned back once again, a frown marring her pretty face. One of her hands reached up to caress his cheek.  “Because you are my Chaton. I will always choose you. In any lifetime.”

“And I will always choose you.” Chat looked at her adoringly, planting a row of kisses on the hand on his face. “My love. My Goddess. My everything.”

Marinette let out a cry, diving towards him in another tight hug as she buried her head in his shoulder. “How am I to leave you? I do not know if I could bear it. I would miss you too much.”

“So don’t go.” He clenched his eyes tightly shut, inhaling the sweet, strawberry scent of her hair. “Stay with me. Run away with me and leave all the other Gods and Goddesses behind. All I need is you.”

She shook her head, stepping back away from him even as he longed to hug her once more. Her eyes brimmed with tears and even when she sniffled, she was still the prettiest woman that he had ever seen. “I cannot. My mother and father need me. If I were to abandon my duties for a mortal they would make it so that I never saw you again. And, as I said before, mon minou, I cannot live without you. I will not live without you.”

“I will miss you desperately.” Chat’s heart fell with every backward step that she took away from him. How was he meant to survive like this? With but a few stolen moments alone in the dark of the night with the lady of his dreams. It was not enough. It would never be enough. He was always going to need her.

“As will I, my kitty. But I will see you soon. Wait for me once more?” Marinette said, giving him one last sad, heartbreaking glance before she was gone, vanishing from his sight like she was never there. A hint of sunlight broke over the trees, causing him to clench his eyes shut at the bright light.

Chat bit back a sob, falling to his knees in the dirt, uncaring about his dark pants. Once more she had disappeared. And once more there was nothing that he could do to stop it. One day, he would figure out a way for Marinette to stay with him. They needed each other and he couldn’t bear to be apart from her this long. As the sun slowly began to rise, so did he, dragging himself out of the lonely woods. He would wait for Marinette for the rest of his life if he had to. He loved her too much to ever let her go.

#marichatmay2022 #marichatmay #marichat #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #ml #mlb #ml fic #fic #fanfic #mythology au #goddess marinette #mortal chat noir

[bet-on-me-13]

Dp x Dc x Miraculous: Deified Siblings AU Pt. 1

Based on 2 Prompts.

One is the Deified Batman AU , which you can read here

The other is a Prompt where Danny, Damien, and Marinette are raised together in the League of Assassins. I can't find it at all, so I will go over the gist of it here. (Edit: Found it!, thank you to the person in Replies who linked me)

Danny is the oldest, about 3 or 4 years older than. The other 2. He is the favorite child.

Danny is 10, Damien and Marinette are 6

Damien is seen as the spare, Marinette is seen as the unfortunate addition.

As the Prompt goes, Danny wants to escape the League and takes his little siblings with him. Damien, fully brainwashed by the Leagues ideals, stabs Danny in the back and drops him off a cliff into a River below, thinking he killed him. He tries to take Marinette back, but she backs away and runs.

Damien returns, tells the League that Danny tried to run away and got himself and Marinette killed in the process. Damien only survived because he wasn't stupid enough to try and leave the League.

Damien stays in the League for a while, before he is eventually taken to his father, The Batman when he is 10

Danny survived his murder attempt, but he lost all of his memories and washed up on the shore of the river miles away. He was found by the Fentons, who were in Europe on a research trip, and was adopted. Canon goes the same for him.

Marinette ran away, using her skills to get all the way to Paris before managing to get adopted by a loving couple. She becomes Ladybug at 13, the same as in Canon.

This is where the Deification happens.

...

Lets go Oldest to youngest.

Danny became a God the moment he died. As a Demigod, he was already partially Divine. When he lost his Mortality, he became what was essentially a God with no Domain. So, he built one up.

He became known as a Protector Spirit, as a Winter Spirit, and after defeating Pariah, as a Death God.

By the time he was 16, he was a fully fledged God.

This did help his amnesia a little bit, and he did have a vague sense of what his life was like before he lost his memories, as well as some flashes. But he knew that he preferred his new life, so he never really looked into it.

...

Damien is the only one who would eventually ascend to God-Hood through Natural Growth.

Damien takes the Mantle of the Robin. And as such, he links himself directly to his father's source of Power, and creates his own Legend, his own Myths. He becomes his own God at around 14.

He is a Vengeful God, one who is Violent. But at the same time he is an Animal God, one who takes care of the abandoned Animals around him. Probably a carry over from his Dad's Protector God Domain.

...

Marinette became a God last. She had it easiest though.

Marinette was born as a Demigod, and later became Linked with Tikki, who is basically a Small Part of the Goddess of Creation tied to the Miraculous.

Her own fledging Divinity mixed with Tikki'a Divinity and helped her Acsend to God-Hood after about a Year as Hero when she is 14.

She would have done so anyways as a Hero, but without the Gotham Pantheon to attach herself to, it would have taken many more years for her to grow enough to Ascend.

She became a Minor Creation Goddess. She also became a Goddess of Creativity, and Protection as well.

If you are worried about the Balance between Creation and Destruction don't worry, Adrien also becomes a God soon afterwards. His Ascension is mostly because he is a being made of Magic (as a SentiMonster) who was linked with a God through his Miraculous.

(I don't like the stories where Adrien is mistreated for no reason, so here he at least gets to be Ladybugs Equal)

...

This is the basic premise of the Prompt. I am planning on writing out the potential Story in a Part 2, but until then what do you think?

(Honestly looking at this after finishing writing it, it feels absurd. 3 different Fandoms, plus 2 different Dp x Dc Prompts. You need to be DEEP in the Crossover Fandoms to really understand this. Imagine a casual fan finding this! It would look like Pure insanity!)

#Dp x dc #Dpxdc #Miraculous #Miraculous Ladybug #Dp x Dc x Miraculous #Prompt #Marinette Dupain Cheng #Damien Wayne #Danny Fenton #Demon Twins AU but with a twist #Older Brother Danny #Danny is a God #Damien is a God #Marinette is a Goddess #I am so sorry to the casual fans finding this #You must be so confused #batman becomes a god AU #Batman Becomes Deified AU #Dc #Dcu #Thus is barely coherent #I wrote this at 3:53 AM #Send Help #I have had 3 consecutive hours of sleep in the past 2 days #And it is all of my own doing #I am the victim of my own mistakes #Help. #That got depressing #Danny had amnesia #Amnesiac Danny Phantom

[fanbliss]

You called my mom

So get this. What if at some point Marinette becomes a god of balance and is Klarion's mama and you know how the league finds out?

When the league's in a fight with him and are loosing and Doctor Faith decided he's fed up with him and says some magic words causing Klarion to stop for a moment and look at him in shock because he'd never thought Faith would stoop so low. Magic shit starts happening and then a swarm of ladybugs and black cats start to come together and take shape of a person and then you see a humanoid female with four hands, peir of antennas wearing a red, black and green kimono, ladybugs glowing and surround her like Saturn rings and a black chaos energy.

She then looks around and makes contact with faith and then she makes eye contact with Klarion and he's like 'oh shit '.

#marinette is a badass #maribat #batman #mominette #Mari is Klarion's Mom #she's short and scary #Mari is the goddess of balance and reality #it was at that moment Klarion knew he fucked up

[bugged13it]

I both love and hate all of you absolute dorks, I'm laughing tears right now because Miraculous fans have invaded names.org, which is where I went to look up the meaning behind Marinette's name to see if I had the correct info for a mermaid AU I wrote. I was met with this:

Y'all even got Adrien, I'm dead:

#miraculous ladybug #marinette #adrien #meanwhile Nino and Alya's are just the normal her name means 'beauty' 'goddess' and 'death to all' #wait what was that last one? #I don't even know what's going on with Plagg and Tikki I can't tell what's factual or just people being dorks #people out here changing the actual origin of a name meaning because of an animated show lmao

[iwasbored777]

Marinette waiting for Adrien's purple family to leave the mansion so she can attack them:

#😭😭😭😭😭 #Marinette is my goddess and the only person I would share her with is Adrien #miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #ml season 5 spoilers #ml video #Ml meme

[cardiac-agreste]

There needs to be more fanfiction focusing on Marinette and Kagami that explores being Asian-presenting girls in the west. One of them really upset by an objectifying comment they got hit with and bonding...

#kagami tsurugi #miraculous #marinette dupain cheng #asian goddess #i wanna see them be offended by something Adrien says #miraculous fanfic

[mugmegan]

I just went and watched the miraculous movie because I am the simple art nerd that I am and cant resist pretty looking movies no matter what they are about and frankly... it isnt as bad as anyone says.

I saw people say pacing was a problem but I dont think it was that noticable of a thing. There were some really fast cuts here and there but it wasnt a consistent thing throughout the movie. You can comfortably enjoy the pacing for the most of it in my opinion. Plus, there were a lot of other scenes that let the moment breathe and had a good direction to them. I enjoyed the moments where the camera just focused on things and let them move.

Other than that this was a pretty feel good/simple movie that doesnt aspire to be anything of a masterpiece so dont expect it to change your life or whatever (and review it like you would some pixar movie, dont even bother to talk about character development, plot progression, themes etc. it doesnt matter) and I think it isnt hard to have a good time with it if you like cheesy animated movies. I certainly found a lot of things to enjoy about it.

Like yes. It was pretty as hell. Wow. There are some scenes where the animation gets especially SUPER pretty more than it already is. And they save it for good occasions. If I could spend an hour praising this movie and 50 minutes of it would be talking about lightning and textures probably. Also the animation was cartoony strecthy which is so fun.

Also also the magical stuff was nice. The kwamis were quirky little creatures and the jewels had their little tricks and stuff. It must have been fun to animate them.

The movie overall had a really fun cartoony, whimsical feel to it which is something the mlb franchise just has I guess. I really like that about it. And the jokes were nice.

My only real complaint would be that it throws around A LOT OF "motivational" phrases that dont actually mean anything and expects them to stick (they dont).

my Not Real but personal complaint is that I hate Cat Noir.

I am The Number One Cat Noir Hater on this site. This is now a Cat Noir hate account.

Dont debate me on this. This is personal. I hold the right to be petty.

That is all.

#mlb movie #ml movie #miraculous ladybug awakening #miraculous ladybug movie #mlb #miraculous ladybug #careless whishper plays twice #I didnt actually know the name of that song so when I saw people talking about it I thought it was just some well known love song #didnt expect the number one most obvious meme music to play watching this movie wtf wtf #its a good thing I didnt see this in theathers I wouldve cackled #my god #also marinette is my daughter and anything she does is precious #and kristina vee is a goddess and I dont know why they didnt let her sing #even though the person who sang the songs WAS good I loved her voice

[2manyfandoms2count]

hey!! gonna ask 22 and 27 for the weirdly specific ask game :))

Thanks for the ask, Penguin 💕

22. do you have an emotional support water bottle?

I guess so! I have one I bought on a trip to Vancouver last summer, it brings back good memories 😊 before that I had some glass ones but they were heavy and small, so not very handy

27. what’s your favorite or go-to outfit?

Low-rise Converse, jeans and a t-shirt (bonus points if it's a marinière)

Ask me a weirdly specific question!

#guess what I'm wearing today :) #the marinière today gives Marinette's Reflekdoll outfit which I find very funny #tumblr ask game #weirdly specific and unrelated asks #tumblr friends #about me #elle answers #barbie-roberts-is-a-goddess

[elrichamilton]

Marinette meets John Constantine and the rest of the super idiots

Part 5

John Constantine (When John gets called in by the Justice League) REWRITE

When John Constantine portals in, he is expecting the problem to be something like Amazo, 

Instead, he is stuck listening to self entitled monks in some temple, ~fun~

When he showed up at the tower he is told that it's a magic users only mission

Doctor Fate, Shazam, Zatana, Kaldur, Wonder Woman, and John are the ones going on the mission.

The mission: apparently an ancient temple appeared and collapsed.

The temple was said to be the main base of a secret order that guarded prisons that contained gods. 

Doctor Fate was the one to notify the JL about the event.

The Monks are questioned and with Wonder Woman’s lasso, they learn something very  troubling.

Apparently, the gods that the monks had imprisoned in jewelry were gone.

The total of these missing gods were 120 (the kwami are supposed to be based on concepts, and there are a lot of concepts.)

One particular piece of information stuck out to the heroes.

“The only way for the Kwami (gods) to be gone and their prisons destroyed is to wear both the goddess of creation’s prison and the god of destruction’s prison at the same time. In doing so, all the Kwami would dissolve and would go into the person wearing the creation and destruction prisons and would form the sole entity of existence and nothingness itself.”

The heroes eventually left and debriefed the rest of the justice league.

Batman was most certainly concerned to the point that he called Oracle and Nightwing off the case of a dead french heroine so that the whole Batfamily would be able to help with this.

Meanwhile with the Entity Of  Existence and Nothingness Itself

Julieta Marin Fu is doing her best to not run to her parents and comfort them because they don't know Julieta.

So she distracts herself by using her magic on the flowers that are placed on the (technically her) grave.

The next day, the bouquets of flowers would begin to grow and plant themselves into the ground surrounding the tombstone and statue that marked the empty grave of one Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

@ list

@tazanna-blythe

@pale-lady-dreamer

@asexualmonsterfucker

#marinette dupain cheng #goddess marinette #marinette deserves better #the only shipping for marinette here is happieness #john constantine #mlb x dc #dc #salt #ml salt #miraculous ladybug #yes i know my writing is shit #i'm back

[ladykyriaa]

Say what you want about the engdub but it's moments like this that genuinely makes me enjoy watching them

#Marinette's squeky voice will be the end of me i swear #christina the talented goddess that you are!!!! #ml protection #protection spoilers

[blossomkittenrosie]

The Birth of the Anemo Goddess (Part 1)

The day Marinette lost her friends all because of Lila, her world had shattered. The only people who had been their for her were her parents, her friends Kagami, Luka, Aurore, and her unexpectedly enemy to friend and ally, Chloe.

Her friends had cut ties with everyone involved with Lila and had nothing to do with her or everyone following her, as they soon helped the bluenette forget about them with her parents and the people who cared about Marinette also came and help as well. Giving the cold eyes to the bluenette's ex-friends whenever they crossed paths.

Though Marinette was able to slowly move on, the one thing she couldn't move on was the supposed-to-be love of her life, Adrien Agreste. After everything she went through, she couldn't move on from the love she had from Adrien. She still couldn't believe Adrien chose to hide the truth when she knew she's lying yet decided to stay quiet, she felt her life began crumbling every time she still thinks about it. One day, she decided to take a breath outside and when she was ready to get home, crossing the street, she noticed too-late that some vehicle hit her and she went unconscious.

~In another life~

In an unknown location, a god was sitting on her stone throne, which the area around her is somewhat a cave with waterfalls and rivers flowing through, winds breezing around the area and many tiny elemental wisps flying around. The god sitting on the throne was named Istaroth, Goddess of Time, Thousand Winds and Kairos. Istaroth's eyes were closed and her face calm, as in a meditation. That is until-

"AHHHHHHHHH!!"

The scream starled her along with the wisps as she looked around as she one of the wisps, looking panicked 'Must've been a newborn.' Is what the Goddess thought, as she stood up from her throne as went towards the panicked wisp. The wisp noticed as they froze, as the Goddess spoke "Do not fear my child, you are not in danger. I am Istaroth, which I am also your mother. You may wander around as you wish, like all the other wind wisps, but be sure to be back before nightfall." Istaroth said, as the wisp, now calmed down, nodded.

The god soon left, as the newborn wisp, who was also Marinette, looked around as she went to a nearby lake, she looked at her new body whiched awed and surprised her, she then wondered 'Is this her new life now?' She then saw a wind barrier surrounding the tower, which made her curious as she flew towards it. However, she was knocked away, which made her stumble but quickly regained her composure. She was determined to get through the wind barrier! Sooner or later, she managed to get in as she soon looked around to find something until she heard a voice singing.

"Fly, fly away like a bird in the sky

See the world on my Behalf

To the Heavens may you fly

Should you find yourself in a

Windless Land

Known you'll never be alone

Just look up the sky and there you might find

A breeze to guide you Home..."

Marinette curiously found a boy with twin braids playing a lyre as he sang. This made Marinette feel at ease until the boy noticed her, making her squeak as she hid herself as the boy called out "Wait, don't go! I won't hurt you, I just want to see you, is that alright?" This went on for a moment, before the wind wisp slowly and shyly come out until she finally revealed herself "There we go, it's nice to meet you. I'm Carmen. Do you perhaps have a name?" The boy, now known as Carmen, asked as Marinette shook her, at least to her she didn't have a name in her new life.

"I see, perhaps I can give you a name instead, if you don't mind?" Carmen asked as Marinette nodded her head. As the boy thought, he soon spoke up "How about Barbatos? It's not much, but it's a start." Marinette/Barbatos happily nodded as she made happy wind chime noises whiched made Carmen giggle at his new friend as they soon started playing soft music.

To Marinette/Barbatos, maybe this new life won't be so bad after all.

#genshin impact #miraculous ladybug #Anemo Goddess Marinette #Anemo Goddess Marinette AU #Female Venti #Female Venti AU

[zoe-oneesama]

All the Miraculous Requests I had from my Patrons in 2023! This isn't even including all the original OCs and akumas I got!

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-Marinette in MY favorite outfit from Scarlet Lady (this one's from "Glaciator") -Chat Blanc and Marinette (specially SL Mari) -Marinette and Tikki sharing Hot Chocolate and Floral Cookies -My Akumanette Little Devil kissing Silencer -Kim and Ondine, Kim kissing her on the cheek -Penny and Jagged kissing -Marc and Nathaniel kissing -Rose and Juleka in their Princess Fragrance and Reflekta Scarlet Lady cover outfits -Nino and Adrien hugging -Good Lila with the Butterfly Miraculous -Good Gabriel with the Peacock Miraculous -Young Marianne with the Fox Miraculous -Original version of Evil Nathalie with the Peacock Miraculous -Bustier with the Bee Miraculous -Scarlet Lady version of Vanisher -MY favorite akuma aka Stormy Weather (I was literally asked to do my favorite lol) -Nathaniel in his Scarlet Lady "Reflekta" outfit -Caprikid wishing my Patron a Happy Birthday! -Gabriel horrified by a full glitter suit he's forced to wear -Ladybug in the Hades game style as a Goddess of Creation -Kagami. Just my baby girl Kagami. -Rose dressed in Pastel Goth Fashion -Rose dressed in a pink version of Chie Satonaka's (Persona) outfit because they share a Voice Actor -Juleka. My other baby girl Juleka. -Juleka in her "Style Queen"/"Queen Wasp" outfit from Scarlet Lady -Human Pollen -Human Nooroo

#Happy New Year! #definitely a huge uptick in ML requests since last year lol #my art #patreon art #marinette #little devil #akumanette #silencer #tikki #chat blanc #kim #ondine #kimdine #juleka #rose #julerose #marc #nathaniel #marcnath #penny #jagged stone #rolling stone #adrien #nino #adrinino #gabriel #nathalie #marianne #lila #bustier

[iwasbored777]

Saw this post on tumblr and couldn't relate more. Even in memes or comics, I just hate when Ladybug is written off to be stern, cold, always rational, all her fun traits just get yeeted into the sun. She's the leader, yeah. But she's funny, witty, hilarious and so much more. She has FUN while being a hero and she's kind and caring. Confidence 👏 isn't👏 about 👏 putting others down. It's about being comfortable in your own skin and Marinette totally is.

#THANK YOU ANON #miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #ladybug #Marinette is a goddess we need to respect #marinette sugar #ladybug sugar #i love marinette #Ml ask #ask and answer #Kind of lol

[redtippedfox]

Accidentally deleted this post when I was trying to edit it but guess I can’t undo that.

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All characters in this AU are aged up and are adults

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Anyway gonna take this chance to redo this post and upload her updated kwami swaps.

Behold the holy trinity of Kwami swaps part 1

1. Fox! Marinette: Huli Jing, she’s a trickster and her illusions are beautifully dangerous

2. Bee! Marinette: HoneyBee: She’s hella sweet but you don’t wanna piss her off because her sting can hurt

3. Turtle! Marinette: Chelona Jade: Graceful, strong, and powerful she is the protector.

4. Black Cat! Marinette: Lady Noire: Pent up Destruction can be dangerous especially for a rule follower who’s been stuck being perfect

5. Mouse! Marinette: Multimouse: She may be small but she can give you quite a scare when she divides and conquers.

6. Peacock! Marinette: Bleu Celine: A Goddess in human flesh her Sentimonster’s seem like a dream but beware for they are not all they seem.

7. Butterfly! Marinette: Titania: Light as a butterfly, become her champion be blessed by her gift.

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These kwami swaps are definitely going to appear in Timey Wimey soon, we’re getting really close to Marinette’s reveal. I’ll also be posting the other half of this which the Chinese zodiac part of the Miracle Box, yep that’s right my girl is pulling a Kwamibuster on the corrupted hero’s but with a twist. Anywho, updated their designs and was just trying to edit the post but accidentally deleted it so whoops.

So cleaned up their designs and thought might as well post more.

The main seven Miraculouses are still my favorite

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir #miraculous au #timey wimey…uh oh au #my art #Fox’s art #marinette dupain cheng #ladybug #adult marinette dupain cheng #older marinette #kwami swap #lady noire #multimouse #black cat miraculous #ladybug miraculous #bee miraculous #fox miraculous #turtle miraculous #peacock miraculous #butterfly miraculous #black cat! marinette #bee!marinette #fox!marinette #turtle!marinette #peacock!marinette #butterfly!marinette #main seven miraculouses