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writer-dummy · 1 year
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CALLING ALL MIRACULOUS LADYBUG ARTISTS‼️‼️‼️‼️I need someone to draw this scene for me. Okay. So Marinette and Alya going to a party.
Alya's outfit: (the shirt doesn't exist so get creative)
▪️Black top with orange seams and orange fishnets over the chest
▪️simple tight high waisted ripped jeans
▪️orange peep toe cut out high heel sandals
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Marinette's outfit (photo references because I based her's off of pictures)
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Also!!!! Alya's hair is in a messy/curly ponytail and curled and Marinette's is half up half down with space buns :)))
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Somebody should really make an edit of Marinette singing Daddy Issues by The Neighborhood to Adrien
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A little snippet from the first chapter of my new story: Always You.
Summary: Marinette and Adrien are now adults, busy with their own lives they seem to rarely see each other. They don't even know that they interact daily as ladybug and chat noir. One night they get together with Alya and Nino at Mari's house. A night of fun, dancing, and a little drinking leads to something unexpected. After Alya and Nino excuse themselves and head home, they are left, just the two of them. they talk for hours, and slowly things change. One thing leads to another and suddenly, they're on Mari's bed, faces inches apart. Silently longing for each other, but too afraid to say it out loud, they let their bodies do all of the talking. But what about the morning after?
His breath fans my lips and I shiver. Tingles spread throughout my body as butterflies flutter in my stomach. An alarm rings in my head, warning bells signaling the fact that I should pull away. This isn’t a good idea and I know it. Yet, I can’t help myself. The voice in my head is instantly drowned out by my need for his lips. I lean into the allure of him , letting go of my apprehensions.
The brush of his lips further churns my stomach. A light, feather-like touch. We still for a moment, neither of us wanting to move. A shuttered breath escapes my lips, breaking the silence. As if snapped out of a trance, he moves finally. In an instant, his hand reaches towards my face, resting his palm on my cheek lightly for a moment before running it across my jaw and down to the back of my neck. He brings me closer to him, deepening our kiss. I gasp, but it is quickly swallowed by his lips. I’m shocked by his sudden movements, and it takes me a moment before I react. Once I gather my bearings though, I move my lips against his. My head is fuzzy and my heart is pounding, but I don’t stop. I can’t. Moments later his hand is on my thigh, pulling it across his lap. I can’t think, my control over my own body is gone and all I can do is follow his lead.
Read this on my AO3 or Wattpad
AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45341830/chapters/114075289
Wattpad: @Writer_Dummy Title: Always You
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writer-dummy · 2 years
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📢📢📢CHAPTER 5 OF MIRACULOUSLY COMPLICATED: Something like that... With you HAS BEEN UPDATED ON AO3 AND WATTPAD!!! If you don't know what Miraculous Complicated is then check out my post about it!!📢📢📢
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writer-dummy · 2 years
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WAIT!!! So... In the New York special of Miraculous... Uncanny Valley says that since the magic of the miraculous can only trick human eyes and she's an AI that she could figure out the identities of LB and CN... Does that mean that Marcov could know their secret identities too???
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writer-dummy · 2 years
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Penny for your thoughts:
If the magical little world is supposed to be where the kwamis are when their jewelry is in the miracle box... Then couldn't Master Fu have just taken one of the pieces of jewelry out of the box to contact one of the kwamis in the episode Sandboy and then put it back so the kwami could go tell the others? Or am I missing something?
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writer-dummy · 2 years
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had a weird marichat dream last night where marinette destransformed mid air and plummeted toward the ground, but chat noir didnt see ladybug had destransformed and thought it was just marinette hurtling toward the sidewalk preparing to be a pancake, so he caught her and set her down and he was abt to make a stupid Suave Joke but marinette got such bad motion sickness from the fall she just threw up all over the ground in front of him. and chat noir—sitting there & patting her back—only said, "wow, you ate a lot"
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writer-dummy · 2 years
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Besides pastries... What would Marinette smell like?
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MIRACULOUS FANFIC!!!!!!! ⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️
Miraculously Complicated
How did it get like this? Why did my life become this way? It used to be so good. Mom… I miss you. Why can’t you come back? 
Frustrated tears gather in my eyes but I won’t let them fall. My pole extends and I push off of one roof to the next. Everything is a blur around me as I escape into the night. My thoughts race and I force myself to stop. My heart is pounding and I try to slow my breathing. After a few moments I look around as I prepare to keep going, but a view stops me. Such a simple sight yet, so comforting and inviting. Without even thinking about it, I extend my pole and approach her. 
“Marinette.” I whisper. She startles slightly and turns around. Her eyes meet mine and she smiles softly. I feel my body relax slightly, she always makes me feel welcomed and comfortable.
“Cat Noir, hello.” She tilts her head, a subtle look of concern on her face, “Is everything okay? What are you doing here?” I feel my body tense again, slightly embarrassed by my sudden decision.
“Well… You see, I’ve had a bit of a rough night and so I decided to leave my house for a bit and get some fresh air. While I was out and about I saw you here and thought that maybe we could talk for a bit or not talk?” I look into her eyes and see a slight look of curiosity on her face. I break eye contact and continue to practically word vomit. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to of course. I just saw you here and thought that maybe you could use some company and… Well I could too if I’m being honest.” My eyes find her’s once again and my body relaxes as a soft smile comes to her face. She nods softly and turns around to face the guard rail of her balcony and rests her arms on it. Slowly I walk over next to her and do the same thing. We just sit there for a moment in silence, looking out over Paris. There are no stars in the sky but the lights of the city are beautiful enough to keep you staring at them for hours. 
“You go to Françoise Dupont High School right?” I ask, an attempt to break the ice. She nods. Crap. What now? I asked if we could talk but I don’t even know what to talk about. Especially not anything that will give away my true identity.
“Do you ever get scared? When fighting akumas I mean.” She turns to face me, still leaning one arm on the railing. Her eyes bore deep into mine and I find that looking into them gives me a warm feeling, it’s calming and comfortable. I don’t want to look away, so I don’t. 
“Yes. Some of the akumatized villains are really dangerous and I worry that something bad could happen. They’re just fleeting thoughts mostly though. I trust Ladybug and I know that as long as we’re a team we can get through anything.” I find myself smiling slightly.
“You really love her, huh?” She says, looking into my eyes. I nod and blush slightly, I’m very open about my feelings for M’lady but when asked about it in the dead of night and so directly, it’s kind of awkward. “How are you so open about your feelings? Like you barely even know anything about her. How do you tell her?” She turns back to look out over the city.
“It’s easy to be honest behind a mask.” I answer truthfully. I turn as well and look at the few people walking around so late. 
“I wish I could wear a mask.” I glance at her.
“You have somebody you like?” This is a slight surprise to me. Everyone in our class seems to have their person. Unless it’s Luka? But they ended a while ago. Maybe she has lasting feelings for him.
“Yeah, and I act like a total loser everytime I’m around him. I can barely get a single coherent sentence out whenever I’m talking to him. It’s completely embarrassing but I can’t help it. When I think about him or see him my heart feels so warm and my stomach flutters. We don’t talk much but whenever we do, I feel so happy. I’ve tried to stop my feelings before, they cloud my judgment, but I can’t help it. I’m just stuck with these feelings that I can’t get rid of but can’t do anything about them either. But I don’t even know how he feels about me. Does he love me back? Could he? Does he even see me as a girl or just a friend?” I look at her and see a small tear gather in her eye. What kind of guy could bring such strong emotions to this girl? Could make this girl cry without doing anything at all. I sit there a moment and just look at her. The moonlight on her pale skin, the slight pout on her lips, the tear in her eye at risk of spilling over. Beautiful. My hand twitches slightly and I grab the railing. “Why is it all so complicated?” The tear spills over now, and without thinking I reach up and wipe it away from her face. She looks up at me and smiles, sadly this time though. My body turns in her direction slightly as I keep eye contact with her. She doesn’t deserve to feel this way. She looks at me with a confused expression, and that’s when I realize how close I am to her. I blink and subtly shake my head as I back up.
“Love is complicated. But Marinette, how could he not see you? You’re beautiful, funny, and considerate. You’re an amazing person. If he doesn’t notice you, then he’s an idiot.” She smiles softly at this and my heart warms at the thought that I could help her. This girl that has helped so many people.
“Thank you Cat Noir.” She smiles and we continue on with conversation after conversation. I’m half awake by the time I get home, Marinette had fallen asleep not long after it turned to midnight. I had tried my best to not wake her as I helped her into her room. Once I swing through the window of my bedroom, I detransform and crash onto my bed. I sigh softly as I think about the night.
~let me know if you want more!! I also have the full story up on my wattpad and am working on getting it on ao3! it's not completed yet but as of 7/14/2022 i have 3 chapters and another one on the way!!~
wattpad: @writer_dummy
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