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nobodyfamousposts · 11 months
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Another Miraculous Crossover Nobody Wanted (DCxML)
In the midst of so many Batfamily/Miraculous crossovers, the thing I feel so many people forget is that the Waynes are...well...themselves.
Sure, they're awesome vigilantes. Trained in martial arts and with great mental fortitude to help them against the likes of Scarecrow's fear gas, Joker's venom, and Mad Hatter's manipulations.
...the problem is that Hawk Moth is a whole different ballgame.
He doesn't target their fears or dreams. He targets ANYTHING. Like petty annoyances. Frustrations. Sleep deprivation. Obsessions. Things the Batfamily generally try to ignore on a regular basis.
If he can akumatize and reakumatize the same man over his love of pigeons and people who feel they've been wronged over silly reasons, there's SO MUCH that could come from the complete dysfunction/emotional constipation that is the Wayne family. Remember, ANY frustration or annoyance or upset counts. 
Meaning Ladybug and Chat will be having their hands full with the Waynes until they leave.
And given that Hawk Moth comes up with the silliest costumes and powers...
...the others would never let them live it down.
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It was a beautiful day in Paris. And an absolutely wonderful vacation to the City of Love, where everything was peaceful and nothing was wrong.
Dick stood at the window looking out over the city.
Tim was on his computer doing some reports. Possibly Wayne Enterprises work, but more likely mission work.
Damien had apparently gotten tired of grumbling and was focused on sharpening his sword—which Bruce really shouldn’t have let him bring. But given the situation, he couldn’t argue against letting Damien have something that would help him stay calm.
Cass had found a magazine to occupy her time, though she seemed somewhat confused as to the male teen model that kept appearing in nearly every line.
And Jason…
…he was grinning. And watching Bruce with such anticipation, looking downright hopeful as he waited. Not helping was that he was holding what appeared to be a brand new camera, fully prepared to start recording.
Bruce knew why.
But he would not give him the satisfaction.
Because nothing was going to happen.
Absolutely nothing.
Bruce twitched.
SNAP!
And his pen cracked from the sheer amount of pressure he was putting on it. Which was admittedly an annoyance, but wasn’t that big of a deal…
…if it wasn’t the 15th pen he’d broken in the past three hours.
It was fine though.
Nothing was wrong.
He was calm.
Calm.
Calm.
A muffled voice could be heard from outside despite the room being on the seventh floor of a building. Which of course was a coincidence and not because someone was actually right outside the room….and the building.
And perhaps if Bruce tried really hard, he could convince himself was just someone singing a line out of “American Pie” and not someone talking about butterflies.
No.
Because there were no butterflies outside. Because he was fine!
Not the slightest bit upset!
At. All.
“That’s thirty-three…” Dick counted.
…Dammit.
Bruce sighed.
“Did she come back to the roof?”
“Actually, she never left.” Tim confirmed, not even looking up from his computer. “She stopped leaving after the last incident and has just been standing there for the past couple hours now, catching them as they come.”
A long pause.
“How…?”
“Her partner has been bringing her water and snacks. And keeping watch whenever she has to leave to hibernate or use the little bug’s room.”
Bruce groaned.
Why couldn’t it be a villain? Or a fan or stalker? He could deal with those. He dealt with them all the time.
It was the well intentioned young superheroes that he had a harder time dealing with. The ones that wanted to help but were misguided in not understanding that their help wasn’t necessary.
“Gotcha!”
“Thirty-four.” Dick droned.
…no matter how many magical butterflies implied otherwise.
“Maybe we should do what the nice Ladybug hero asked and finish up our business in Paris?” Tim suggested.
“I refuse!” Damien shouted, jumping to his feet. “This villain has made a mockery of us and it must not be allowed to stand! I will not leave until he has been caught and my sword has tasted his blood!”
“Damien, we don’t kill, remember?”
“I wouldn’t kill him.” Damien said, looking away with a pout. “Just…dismember him a bit.” He frowned, consideringly. “Maybe cut off his arms. He can’t continue villainy then, right?”
Tim sighed.
“So that’s a no on going home early then.”
They heard a noise from the roof.
“Is she leaving?” Bruce asked, trying to hide how hopeful he was.
“Nope. It’s her catboyfriend back again.” Dick replied, blithely.
Bruce sighed.
“Do you think they’re dating?”
“Dick.” Bruce warned.
“Because the city seems to be really hamming up the romantic angle between the two and it’s kinda hard to not see.” Dick continued. 
“Dick.”
“Even if it is kinda weird that they’re essentially shipping teenagers.”
“Speaking from experience there, Dickie Boy?” Jason cut in, cheekily.
“Stop it. Both of you.” Bruce ordered. “The goal of coming to Paris was supposed to be to deal with the emotional terrorism from Hawk Moth.”
“A little hard with all your emotional constipation there, B.”
Jason smirked.
“Or should I say ‘Justice Man’?”
Bruce twitched.
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dedud3d · 10 months
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gabriel when he knows his son is a furry: tries to kill him
gabriel when he doesn't know his son is a furry: rewrites reality so he can give him the perfect life
me: perhaps I've treated you too harshly
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It would be really cool if we get a Scooby Doo like chase during this episode.
Can you imagine Ladybug and Chat Noir pursuing Monarch across Burrow until they meet in the middle and then proceed to run to different directions.
Peak comedy!
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yeet-noir · 1 year
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Chat Noir once he saw Dark Humor:
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monpetitchattriste · 6 months
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They are my new personality
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Dear ML Fandom,
Do we have a list of funny Adrinette fics where Mari is emphasized as Adrien's VERY GOOD FRIEND and she retaliated for revenge/fun??? or where Adrien is talking about Buttercup and he's clueless it's him?? Basically fics where Adrien is an idiot but a very lovable one and you just cannot stop reading.
Something like the ones in the list below, and yes I realize I am just about to share my own list again LOL, so feel free to read if you're in the mood. But pretty please give me more suggestions to add to this list because I am currently in the need for more.
I wanna be amused/laugh at the silliness of fluffy things.
So here goes:
My list of Lovable idiot Adrien fanfics (in order of my latest nth reread/recollection)
1) Adrien Is A Dumb Blond by DracoGal - one shot where Marinette is a brave girl who confessed and flirts above and beyond (A++ really) and is still labelled a VERY GOOD FRIEND because Adrien is that clueless.
2) your keysmash says it all by Noukon - a very sweet friendship social media series fic where our Mari is a sweet friend who loves Buttercup but is still shipping Adrigami out of loyalty, and Adrien is having feelings/stirrings but he's also blind. This brought me a whole lot of big smiles but is also still ongoing.
3) words he only dreamed to hear by alizeh (maketea), maketea - where LB is the sweetest and they are officially dating (and kissing, yes your honor) but our boy is clueless, he doesn't know they're dating.
4) pretty lady, look at how he's smiling by Missnoodles - this is more sweet and romantic than funny but I wanna add it in this list anyway because well, it is SO cute and they fell in love because of camembert and etsy cards lol
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generalluxun · 21 days
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Chloe: So, my stupid therapist insisted that I write a play about my life to "Get my thoughts out there" or some nonsense.
Alya: Question, what does this have to do with us?
Chloe: Simple, I've assigned you all roles. Rose, as you're one of the only other blondes in this class, so you get Audrey by default.
Rose: But I don't want to be your mother.
Chloe: Oh good, you already know your first lines!
Pfft okay but that's priceless.
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hufflepotato-18 · 1 year
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SAY IT WITH ME FOLKS,
✨TRAUMATIZED✨
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nixcraft · 6 months
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Q: What do you call a GPT model trained only on 4Chan? A: Degenerative AI
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miabrown007 · 1 year
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Blinding Lights
Marinette knew that moving together with Adrien would have its own challenges, but she never anticipated that they would be having their first serious argument as a couple in the first week. Over a cardinal question of their living situation, no less. She has her own reasons, of course, but she just can’t fathom Adrien’s motive for fighting tooth and nail against her on this issue of utmost importance. Nevertheless, she is more than confident in her stance, and willing to defend it until her last breath. Whatever it takes, the fairy lights. Have. To. Go.
in collaboration with @frostedpuffs for the @adrinettezine. thank you for the flawless zine experience! <3
Blinding Lights (1,979 words, General, 1/1 chapter)
Marinette never in her life thought that her first argument with Adrien as a couple would go like this. Of course, they have had their fair share of squabbles during the years, as can be expected of longtime friends—turned superhero partners—turned lovers, but those were never serious, never something worth raising their voice over. But now—
Now Adrien is acting ridiculous.
He is standing over their last unpacked cardboard box in the middle of their new apartment, and his whole face pinches up in a frown as he throws his arms open. “I’m just saying that we should keep it. It is perfectly functional; it isn’t like we have a reason to throw it away,” he says, rather reasonably, even if a little forcefully.
He attempts to take the ball of irremediably tangled cords—on better days known as the fairy lights from her room back at the bakery—from her.
Marinette, rather reasonably, draws away to put the ball out of his reach and clutches it tightly to her chest. Maybe if she holds it tight enough, the damned paper triangles will dent—even better, rip—and she can be done with this ridiculous conversation. “And I’m just saying that we should just get a new set. Really, how much can it be? Like 10€?”
Adrien groans, dragging his hand down his face before meeting her eyes once more. “It isn’t about the price. It’s about the—” he bites his lip, but it’s only for a second—probably not enough time for him to come up with what it really is about. “It’s about our carbon footprint.”
[read the whole fic on AO3]
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What if right after Ladybug and Chat Noir reveal their identities to each other, Bunnyx just shows up all of a sudden and walks up to them and is just like, “Guys...I’m really sorry to do this to you.” And then she receives the biggest glare on the planet from Marinette while Adrien starts pouting and they’re just like, “Wait, what??” And then Adrien starts asking her not to do it and Bunnyx just stares at them all seriously for like a whole minute before bursting out laughing and she’s just like, “Nah, I’m just messing with you guys. I came to congratulate you, of course!” And throws her arms around both of their shoulders and they’re both just glaring at her while she has the biggest grin on her face
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kittykichi · 10 months
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when you’re kind of a hater but also you love it.
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dedud3d · 10 months
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so... whenever gabriel learns adrien is a furry, he tries to kill him but the timeline he didn't, he made the world perfect for him...? actually, that might be fai-
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miraculouslycool · 1 year
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my ribs are going the way of gabriel's arm, i've been howling at this for the past ten minutes omggg
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iindigoeyed · 6 months
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two things about félix are factual:
he is a theater kid
he can do card tricks and other forms of stage magic
this means that it is entirely possible that félix fathom can juggle. thanks for your time
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verfound · 7 months
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FIC: "I'm at the Hospital" (MLB; Lukanette; LBSC Sprints)
Rating: Teen
Characters/Pairings: Luka Couffaine, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Roger Raincomprix, Rose Lavillant; Luka Couffaine/Marinette Dupain-Cheng
Notes: I had some down time and wasn’t at a place where I could work on Honeymoon?  I have no other excuse.  For @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers September’s sprint challenge, using the prompt: My husband was worried.  I text him to say I was at the hospital and I would see him later.  He immediately phoned back all worried to see what was wrong.  He forgot he married a nurse.
"I'm at the Hospital"
Jet lag was a bitch.  Luka knew this, of course.  He’d been touring since he was eighteen – of course he knew this.  It wasn’t the first time he’d crawled in the front door three hours after he was supposed to be home (or even three days, in the worst case), and he was sure it wouldn’t be the last.  It also wasn’t the first time Marinette was already asleep when he finally got home, either her own schedule preventing her from waiting up for him or the delays making her fall asleep on the couch before he could get there.
So when he had gotten home later than expected the night before and found her already asleep, it hadn’t entirely phased him.  He’d popped in to the nursery to check on the baby, who was sound asleep in her crib, and after a quick shower he’d crawled in behind his sleeping wife.  She’d woken up just enough to greet him with a welcome home kiss – to turn and wrap her limbs around him in a koala hug he was more than happy to return – before falling back to sleep.  She was gone by the time he woke up again, which was perfectly fine.  Nothing too unusual.  Sure, he would have liked the chance to greet her properly, but he figured she had an appointment or some such he had just forgotten about.
She’d be home soon enough, and she would welcome him home then.  No big.
…except he’d barely had a chance to tug her pillow against his chest, burying his face in it and breathing in the lingering scent of her shampoo, when his phone started buzzing on the bedside table.  He groaned and pushed his face deeper into the pillow, intending on ignoring it (admittedly thinking it was Jagged or Penny or Dingo or someone he didn’t want to talk to when he could be sleeping).  The phone stopped buzzing, was silent a few moments, and then buzzed one last time before falling silent.
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