#mtolcn

[transform-ladybug]

Okay but we’re gonna be forced to hear Bryce Papenbrook sing all of that in the English Dub.....

[grossdoodles-blog]

Smoky Luck Charm!

Ref from Miraculous Lady bug, the two recent shows I’m super hooked on >w>

[sai-mami]

Reveal

Ladybug: *Changes back*

Marinette: You can turn around now.

Chat Noir: You're- *Turns back to Adrien.

Marinette: !

*They are really emotional and hug*

Marinette: *Reaches into Adrien's pocket*

MArinette: *Steals phone*

[miraculousturtle]

At this point in time I think the Miraculous Ladybug fandom is less like trash and more like toxic waste.

Ah, you caught me at a good time. I just had my morning cup of coffee (though I had French vanilla creamer today and not salted caramel).

I think you’re being slightly dramatic about calling the fandom toxic waste. The only think that I think is extremely “toxic” is the rampant art theft by reposters who refuse to take down the stolen fanart. 

As for the Korean Origins episode fiasco, as a fandom that was one of our largest disagreements thus far, but we are a young fandom. However, the idea of Korean dub vs. French dub vs. English dub creates all sorts of issues. 

For one, if the French dub is the most “canon” well sadly, most of us can only interact with it due to subtitles. And that was my biggest beef with Thomas asking us not watch the Korean dub of the Origin’s episode because he said that there can be translation error from Korean dubs to English subtitles. The same thing can also be said from French dub to English subs. 

I do believe as the creator he has every right to be upset that Korea did not save those episodes for the end because there is a big, big secret that is told to you in the first few mins of the first Origins episode. BUT in a lot of ways, I agree with the mid season airing as it explains both Chat Noir’s and Ladybug’s dynamic so effortlessly. Yes, the big secret was “shocking” but in the end, my attention turned toward the character development I saw. 

Tensions have been high because yes people want to make Thomas happy, but at the same time, he’s entering our space: fandom space. As the creator, he can’t interact with his material the same way how we do. Of course he can enjoy fan works and support them, but he made the show! At the end of the day, he isn’t a fan, but author. 

(I personally feel a lot of the fandom tension would have been less if he would have just expressed that he was upset with Korea’s showing order rather than telling us not to watch it. It’s really not his business how the fans consume his show as long as we make enough hype and buy enough products to make sure that it gets more seasons: which we have). 

At the same time, because this is a fan space, people are going to have different opinions. Fandom is personal. People join fandoms because they are in love with a show and its characters and want to explore this community. It’s a personal experience that people enjoy, a part of themselves that they share with others in a way they might feel vulnerable doing in the real world. 

And let us not forget that if fandom is a space for the fans, then Ladybug is a space for children as well. As an adult fan, I could get angry when teenagers like @pisces-royalty when they do something that most consider to be rude, or I can be understanding. Because despite that she was angry, she hit the truth on a lot of the matters: people do treat the French dub as this holy grail item when at the end of the day most of us are just going to watch it in subtitles. 

She also apologized for her actions, talked personally with Thomas, and more. But more than my space, this is her space and I need to respect that too. Adult fans need to be understanding and charitable to younger fans, and if they are still bothering you, ignore them. Hate is not necessary. 

Has the Miraculous Ladybug fandom been less than amazing lately? Yes. But it is quickly blowing over because Quebec is airing the French dub so honestly everyone had this big tiff for nothing. 

But the most important advice I can tell you is that if you’re upset with the fandom, leave it or block people. Don’t like someone? Block them. Make your dash what you want it to be. You can literally tailor your experience on tumblr to make it whatever is best for you. 

[kavehfangirl]

Crutches and Clues

Chapter Three

(Previous Chapter)

Notes: ^w^ Last part!!! Yay!!!!

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Summary: How much of a coincidence could it be that both the love of his life and his sweet, ditzy classmate had the same kind of fracture on the same ankle? A big one. That’s what Adrien hopes, anyway, but even he’s starting to doubt that…

By the time they had finished their project, Adrien was about 90% sure that Marinette wasn't Ladybug.

Since they'd gotten to the library three hours prior, Marinette had tripped once going downstairs and twice going upstairs – in the ELEVATOR. She'd also accidentally mixed their last names up while writing on their poster board – in SHARPIE; on top of that, she'd struggled to form more than a few coherent sentences at a time while conversing with him. (The last bit he chalked up to her being nervous around him, which was no secret to anyone in their class, him included. Adrien figured it had to do with his line of work making him seem unapproachable.)

But to top it all off?

An akuma had attacked while Marinette was off grabbing a reference book, and he'd caught sight of her ducking into a restroom; not a minute later, Ladybug had come out of the same restroom, assured him Marinette was safe, and told him to hide as well, since she would protect him. (She wasn't very convincing about the protecting bit, what with her crutches tucked under her arms as she hobbled slowly forwards, but that was beside the point, because with Chat and her Lucky Charm, she'd managed alright.)

So there was NO WAY Marinette was Ladybug; it really was just a coincidence, after all. Adrien felt relieved, but he also felt something else tugging from behind his ribcage, a sort of mellow feeling that he couldn't quite remember the name of, though he could swear it was on the tippity-tip of his tongue.

Marinette was just Marinette: sweet, clumsy, talented Marinette, the girl who sat behind him in school. She wasn't Ladybug.

"A-Adrien?"

He turned around, grateful he'd ducked into a quieter part of the library to de-transform in before Marinette could manage to track him down. His secret identity as Chat Noir was safe.

As his eyes found her freckled face, she smiled, relief flooding her features, posture relaxing, and despite his own relief at seeing she was unharmed, his previous feeling intensified, washing over him like a gentle ocean wave. The cat let go of his tongue, so to speak, and his current emotion's name came barreling to the forefront of his mind.

Disappointment. Cold, hard disappointment, like coming home to his too-empty mansion and his too-cold father.

He was disappointed that Marinette wasn't Ladybug.

Still, though, when she blinked nervously up at him through her bangs, he smiled. "Marinette, you're okay! I was worried."

Marinette ducked her head again, probably to consider her next words, then looked up, smiling so brightly her eyes closed a bit.

"Me, too! I'm glad you're all right."

"Yeah." Then Adrien stretched his arms, exaggerating the movement so he could change the topic; no need to delve into Akuma fights when the last thing he wanted to let slip was anything about his alter-ego. "Okay, I guess that's enough working on the project for one day." He nodded towards the door downstairs. "It's almost time to get to the movie, anyway."

Marinette nodded vigorously, and Adrien quickly retrieved their belongings and led Marinette down the elevator (which, SURPRISE, she tripped in again) and out to his limousine. After insisting she ride with him – because, despite her protests, there was NO way Adrien was going to let her limp twelve plus blocks to the theater and run the risk of agitating her ankle – Marinette finally sidled down in the seat next to his, nervously running a hand over one of her pigtails.

"Thank you," she supplied.

"No problem," he answered. They made short chit-chat in the car ride, made just a little awkward by a few silences between them that stretched a few seconds too long, and then they were at their destination, hurrying to grab their tickets and some seats with Alya and Nino, who greeted them inside the theater.

"I bet it'll be good," Alya said as they made their way up the theater steps. Marinette maneuvered carefully with her crutches, but since she was prone to tripping, Adrien stayed close on her heels, keeping an eye on her in case she lost her balance.

"Yeah, I hope so," Marinette agreed excitedly. "I've been waiting for this to come out for months, I'm really excited!" She laughed, a bright sound that made Adrien think of the Parisian skyline at night, dotted with yellow lights and navy clouds and skies. "I'm so glad we're all watching this together."

"Oh, Marinette," Alya giggled. "As if I could pass up an opportunity like this! We can gush about EVERYTHING afterwards, okay?"

"Okay!"

The girls maneuvered their way into an aisle in the middle of the theater, and grabbed the seats right in the center. Alya helped Marinette settle down into her seat first. Then she waved Adrien over.

"You can sit here, I don't mind." As Marinette made a sound that vaguely reminded Adrien of a choking cat, Alya placed a reassuring hand on her friends shoulder. "Don't worry, me and Nino just want to watch from a little ways away." Alya gave Marinette a wink and a thumbs-up before sitting two seats down with Nino, chattering excitedly about the movie. Adrien sat down beside a bright red Marinette, and when Adrien shot her a grin and proffered the popcorn towards her, she accepted with a gentle smile.

"Looking forward to this, huh?" he asked. She nodded rapidly.

"Mhm!" she hummed through her mouthful of popcorn. Adrien grinned.

"Me, too," he said. "Hope it turns out as good as the reviews are saying."

Through the commercials, they eventually dissolved into chuckles and snorts over something or other, but it was when their eyes met after laughing that time came to a sudden, jarring standstill for Adrien.

Their eyes met, and a realization hit him harder than a brick to the head.

Her eyes were blue.

Sky-blue.

The lights dimmed in the theater, but he didn't catch a single second of the movie.

He was no longer 90% sure that Marinette wasn't Ladybug. Not even 5%, actually.

This whole time.

This whole, entire time. Sweet, clumsy, talented Marinette, the girl who sat behind him in school. She was Ladybug. She was His Lady, the love of his life, the queen of his heart, the yin to his yang, the good to his bad...

She'd been right there the whole time.

His princess had turned out to be his knight in shining armor. The girl who had turned his whole world upside down, who took his breath away, who made him fall head over heels in a fantastically undignified way for a cat.

Marinette was Ladybug. Ladybug was Marinette.

So in other words... Marinette was just Marinette. Just not in the way he'd thought.

Through the blackness of the theater, Adrien stole a glance at Marinette sitting beside him, totally enthralled in the movie. He could barely make out the outline of her cast in the thick of the dark. Something made his stomach feel jittery.

She'd gotten hurt. She fell down in the rain. It all made sense now. Marinette wasn't the type of person to directly lie to people. Neither was Ladybug. She'd told as much of the truth as she could, without giving herself away.

He realized with a start that he would have to do the same. Tell the truth. Come clean about figuring it out, eventually.

Tell Marinette he loved her.

His heart stopped momentarily.

Eventually.

Once the movie was over and he had adequate enough time to both freak out and calm down over his newest revelation, Adrien stood and silently offered Marinette a hand and a careful smile, confident he could figure things out as he went. There was no rush to confess anything, romantic or otherwise; he could take things slowly, work his way up to it all. But as soon as their eyes locked, he froze up, unable to break away from staring into the two pools of light blue in front of him.

And then, thankfully, his Chat instincts kicked in. With a wide grin, he pulled Marinette up from her seat and close to him, just a little bit closer than Adrien and Marinette would stand, but exactly as close as Chat and Ladybug would. It felt so familiar, so right.

"So what did you think?" he asked her, grabbing her crutches for her. His eyes didn't stray from hers. Marinette quickly turned a bright red, taking the crutches from him. Then she broke their gaze, glancing down to make sure her crutches were secure on the ground before smiling back up at him.

Her eyes and her smile knocked him breathless.

"G-Good," she replied, eyelashes batting prettily as she looked up at him.

"Yeah," Adrien managed, placing a hand on her back as she moved down the aisle. More to steady himself than her, if he was going to be completely honest with himself. "It was..." He caught her image in his peripheral vision, and it was the same as Ladybug's. He swallowed, hard. "...Enlightening."

He almost tripped down the stairs when he realized her blue eyes had been trained on him while he'd been talking.

Nino's and Alya's conversation drew closer, and Adrien finally tore his attention away from Marinette long enough to realize their friends were waiting at the bottom of the stairs for them. Marinette hurried her movements, moving to join them; Adrien slowed down a bit, staring awe-struck as she went.

The way her hair caught the light was the same as when they went out on patrols at dusk.

Adrien finally caught up to his friends, and as a group, they exited the theater together; Marinette and Nino gushed about how the movie had exceeded their expectations, and Alya took a group selfie on her phone.

Adrien thought it would be easy to slide back into seeing Marinette as just Marinette, but he couldn't possibly separate Ladybug from her now; when she laughed at something Alya said, it was a laugh he'd heard echo across rooftops late into the night. When she tilted her head to the side to better catch what Nino asked, it was a motion he'd seen a thousand times as she leaned in to hear him say something in the thick of a fight.

She really was Ladybug, and the thought sent a thrill through him.

Marinette declined his offer to take her home, explaining that she was going back with Alya so they could catch up on how their days had gone.

"All right," he said, nodding. "See you later?"

Marinette nodded.

"Yeah!"

Did she know he meant their patrol tonight, not class on Monday? Probably not, but it didn't change the fact that in a few hours, he'd be standing somewhere in Paris with her near him, knowing full-well who was behind her red-and-polka-dots mask.

He waved; she waved back, smiling widely at him, a sight that made him infinitely happy.

As he closed the limousine door behind him and the car began its trek across the streets of evening Paris, he decided he knew three things now with absolute certainty.

One: Marinette's eyes were definitely sky blue, not brown. They were the kind of blue that made his heart beat ten times faster than it probably should and made him wonder if Hawkmoth chose butterflies as his evil sentinels because of how uncomfortable they felt fluttering around in your stomach.

Two: he was 110% sure that Marinette and Ladybug were one and the same. Same eyes. Same voice. Same smile. They were both heroes, even when he'd thought of them as separate entities, but now it made even more sense why she was always around when Akuma were. Why she still drew his attention, as both superhero and civilian. Because she was Ladybug, and Ladybug was Marinette. She was wonderful, even without her mask; he was glad.

And three?

Marinette's nervous, blushing glances seared through his mind.

Three: He would never believe in coincidences again. Ever.

[kavehfangirl]

Send Me A Word Starting With J!

Send Me A Word Starting With J!

It’s for my It’s Miraculous, Really drabble series. I finally have time to get back to this, haha. Hooray! :D

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[kavehfangirl]

Iguana

Uhm…. I don’t…. Okay. XD 

Thanks to @tanukisenpai for help thinking of a story!!!

(It was just supposed to be a drabble, I swear…)

Read it on ao3 or ffnet!

It’s Miraculous, Really

ix: Iguana -  ⑴ a large, arboreal, tropical American lizard with a spiny crest along the back and greenish coloration, occasionally kept as a pet.

Every year, over winter break, Mme. Mendeleiev let a volunteer student take Charro home with them. On the last day of school before break began, Happy would be carefully placed in his enormous, newly-cleaned cage and subsequently carted home by whoever volunteered to take him for the break. Mme. Mendeleiev saw it as the perfect opportunity for students to gain hands-on experience with caring for animals and furthering their understanding of biology.

So, a week before winter break, Mme. Mendeleiev took Charro out of his cage and placed him upon her desk, allowing the students to gather around and examine him while she lectured on how to care for him and other reptiles of his species.

“If you volunteer to take him, he is your responsibility,” she said, wrapping up her explanation. “But the rewards will be well worth it.” She picked the creature back up carefully, put him back in his cage, and waved her hands to her class. “Don’t forget to wash once you’ve touched or played with him. Iguanas are known to carry salmonella.” She turned and, before exiting the room, called over her shoulder. “If you’re considering taking him over the break, let me know when I come back.”

The moment the door closed behind Mme. Mendeleiev, Chloe let out a sound of disgust, approaching the cage.

“I can’t believe anyone would want to take care of something like you!” She made a face at the creature, who stared up lazily at her, not even bothering to lift his head. Chloe scoffed, shook her head, and returned to her seat. “Disgusting.”

“Wow, what a pest,” Alya muttered under her breath to Marinette beside her. The two girls returned to their seats, but not before smiling and waving as they passed Charro’s cage. 

“He’s not that bad,” Marinette agreed. “I would take him home, but we can’t risk a salmonella outbreak at the bakery.”

“That’s understandable, though,” Alya assured her. “Don’t worry, though. I’m sure whoever takes Charro home will treat him as well as he deserves.” She cleared her throat loudly. “Now, about winter break….”

Nino turned in his seat, having overheard Alya. “What’re ya talking about?” he asked curiously. Adrien also turned around, smiling sweetly at Marinette, who blushed deeply and turned her attention a little too intently upon her friend beside her.

“Oh, just our plans over break,” Alya said. Marinette nodded her head vigorously. “We haven’t really decided on anything. How about you, boys?”

Nino shrugged. “I’m staying in town. My family’s here.”

Adrien nodded. “There’s usually a bit more modeling to do, but I’ll still have free time.”

Alya grinned, and Marinette just knew that her friend had been waiting for something like this to come up in the conversation.

“Well, if you’re not too busy, why don’t we all spend some time together?” she asked. “We could make a trip to the Grand Roue!”

Adrien’s eyes lit up, his grin widening excitedly; Nino’s expression matched his friend’s. 

“Yeah, we totally should!” Nino agreed. “I’m sure they’ll have some food and games around it, too.”

“Yeah,” Marinette said, nodding. She ducked her head when Adrien looked up at her. “I-I mean… L-Lights and trees and nice, romantic – and, just–” She trailed off with a dreamy sigh.

“It’ll be beautiful,” Alya translated. “I’m in if everyone else is!”

When the boys agreed enthusiastically, Alya and Marinette shared glances of excitement.

This was going to be a great Christmas.

Adrien had always wanted a pet.

He’d never had one, of course. (Unless Plagg counted, but he was more of a cheese-guzzling moocher, in Adrien’s mind.) His life was so busy, and he didn’t feel right leaving a cat or dog alone in that cold, lonely mansion. (He didn’t like being alone there; he couldn’t imagine how much worse it would be for something so much smaller and weaker than him to be left to wander the eerily empty halls all day.) 

But an iguana wouldn’t mind, right? It’s not like it needed to be taken out on a walk everyday, either. So he asked Mme. Mendeleiev after class if he could take Charro home. He wasn’t the only one; Rose, Kim and Mylene also asked after he did. He tried not to hope too hard; she had asked whether he had experience with pets, and while he had admitted that he had none, his classmates all did.

And so, Adrien was absolutely thrilled when Mme. Mendeleiev pulled him aside before class the next day to tell him she trusted him enough to take care of Charro over winter break.

So here he was, having carted the iguana home and placed him in a warmer corner of him room. He’d fed and cared for the (way overweight, he’d discovered after taking it to the vet for a check-up) iguana for a whole week now. Charro wasn’t a social creature, to be sure, but Adrien didn’t mind. He would curl up on a cushion nearby the cage and read a good book; Charro would also settle down, curling up and drifting to sleep as Adrien turned page after page.

After the third day of being home and sitting so close, it was almost natural for Adrien to reach out and absent-mindedly stroke the iguana.

Charro didn’t pull away; he nuzzled into Adrien’s hand, which had startled Adrien at first, and then, gradually, the iguana’s eyes would flutter closed, his breathing even out, and Adrien would realize he had pet the iguana to sleep.

He laughed, along with Plagg, who got along surprisingly well with Charro, and then would stand and wash his hands.

The day came when he and his friends planned on visiting the Place de la Concorde and riding the ferris wheel. Adrien didn’t need to leave until ten in the morning to meet with his friends, but he was up by seven, adjusted to waking up early to make the most of his time at photoshoots. He decided to spend his extra time reading. 

Adrien took up his place by Charro’s side, settling comfortably beside the iguana’s cage and reaching out to gently run his hand against the creature’s surprisingly warm surface. Charro, roused momentarily, leaned over to nudge his head under Adrien’s hand. Then the iguana drifted back to sleep. For about an hour, everything was calm. 

Then Adrien heard a crash outside. He jerked up, glanced at Charro to make sure he hadn’t woken him (he hadn’t), and then hurried to see what was happening.

It was an Akuma, barreling through the road passing in front of his place; the movement was enough to shake the foundation of the mansion’s floor. Adrien transformed and leaped into action, chasing the Akuma. Ladybug appeared shortly afterwards, and after announcing that she was in a hurry, summoned her Lucky Charm. Cat decided to buy her some time, and kept the Akuma distracted long enough for Ladybug to grab the Akuma and purify it, returning everything to normal.

Adrien bid Ladybug farewell and hurried home.

It was almost ten, and he had somewhere to be.

Well, it figured he’d have bad luck, even when out of costume.

It was approaching midnight. His stomach was starting to bother him, and on top of that, he was just about to board a car on the ferris wheel with Marinette right before the Roue closed down for the night when an Akuma sprang out of nowhere, turned a few gears on the wheel to bring it to a creaking, jolting halt, and declared that nobody else would be riding a ferris wheel or any carnival ride ever again. 

Adrien would have groaned if he wasn’t pushing Marinette away to hurry and run; she did, glancing concernedly back at Nino and Alya, who were stuck on the ferris wheel. He didn’t have to try too hard to lose his cute classmate; the crowds were huge, and it was all too easy to let her hand be swept away from his. He fell back, ducked behind an abandoned food stall, and transformed.

He hopped across booths and buildings to go back the way he came. His stomach lurched suddenly, though, and Ladybug arrived at his side just in time to see him clutching helplessly at his tummy while he spewed his guts out.

“Chat, don’t push yourself if you’re sick!” she admonished.

“I’m fine,” he managed after catching his breath.

“Don’t expect any feel-better kisses from me now, Kitty,” she teased, lightening the mood, and despite the pain in his stomach, Adrian laughed. “Let’s hurry and get rid of that thing so you can go home and rest!”

He hardly remembered the battle that ensued, only that it ended quickly, and after declining their usual fist-bump to make sure Ladybug didn’t catch whatever he had, Cat rushed to find a quiet, deserted spot to de-transform.

After doing so, he met up with his friends, doing his best to hide his stomach pain by refraining from talking.

Alya and Nino were gushing about how terrifically terrifying it was to be trapped on a rookedy ferris wheel together, and how lucky they were Ladybug and Cat showed up when they did, but all Adrien managed to catch was Marinette apologizing for losing him in the crowd.

He shrugged it off, telling her what mattered was they were all safe.

“Aww, but what a bummer, you guys didn’t even get to ride!” Alya said, patting Marinette consolingly on the back.

“I’m just glad everyone’s s-safe,” Marinette said. She smiled brightly at him, her face turning pink under the moonlight, and for a second, the reddish tinge almost looked like--

Pain shot through his stomach, a wave of nausea hitting him like a truck, and it was all Adrien could do to keep upright. His friends crowded around him, concerned, but it was Marinette’s worried voice that stuck out the most to him.

“Adrien, what’s wrong?”

“St-Stomach ache,” he managed. “Musta eaten something... Bad...” He pushed past his friends and found a trash can to lean over, moaning, and soothing hands rubbed circles on his back as he waited for the world to stop spinning. “Ugh...”

“Adrien, I think you should go home.” He turned and found himself looking right into Marinette’s concerned, blue eyes. “You’re in no shape to keep going for the night.”

He felt disapointment wash over him.

“I just don’t want to ruin everyone’s night,” he admitted quietly, so only she could hear him.

Marinette sighed.

“You could never do that,” she replied. He looked at her, really looked at her, and found that he liked the way her cheeks flushed when she noticed him staring. “Come on, let’s... Let’s get you h-home.” 

“Okay,” he said softly, and even though his stomach hurt and he’d embarrassed himself in front of Ladybug by barfing all over the place, he thought he might have some good luck, after all.

As his limousine pulled up in front of him to take him home, and he turned to wave at his friends, he recalled the day they’d started planning their outing together.

And then his eyes widened, and he groaned, shaking his head as his palm met his forehead.

“Adrien?” Marinette squeaked, stepping out from between Nino and Alya to approach him. He waved a hand in front of him, showing he was fine.

“I just...” He laughed. “Charro.”

Marinette blinked, and he could see the perplexed gleam in her eyes, but behind her, Nino started laughing, too. Alya gasped.

“You didn’t wash your hands!” she stage-whispered, and then it was Marinette’s turn to gasp lightly.

“Oh!” She pressed her lips together, looking up at him, with only a glint of amusement in her eyes. “T-The iguana.”

“Yeah,” Adrien responded. It had been right before the Akuma attack, too; he hadn’t washed his hands before heading out to fight, and he hadn’t washed them on returning, either, too eager to meet up with his friends. “I’ll visit a doctor tomorrow.”

“Okay,” Marinette mumbled, stepping back. Then she smiled at him, and for a brief moment, all the pain went away. “G-Get well soon!” 

Then she stepped forward and pressed a kiss onto his cheek, before turning around and throwing herself into Alya’s arms.

He couldn’t keep the smile or ensuing blush off his face as he waved.

“I will,” he told her. “See you guys later.”

And yeah, he might have thrown up not even a minute later, but Adrien thought Marinette’s get-well kiss was just as effective as the one Ladybug jokingly refused to give him.

[kavehfangirl]

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