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Okay you gotta tell me about do robots dream of miraculous ladybugs 😆

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I had forgotten how fun it was to write from Markov's point of view until I opened this back up!

This takes place after Robustus, and it follows Markov as he sets out to try and better understand humanity and what it means to be human. It follows him trying to understand why people do the things they do, and naturally, he turns to Marinette for help. She is Ladybug, after all, and who better to ask for help than Ladybug?

Markov was confused.

It was a feeling he was very unaccustomed to. In fact, his ability to experience emotions was something he was still getting used to. 

And confusion was chief among those emotions he was unaccustomed to. He was after all, a supercomputer. It was his purpose to know the answers to queries. Give him equations? He could solve them. Give him a set of data? He could analyze it. 

Ask him why Lila was claiming to be best friends with ladybug? He was without answer. 

She had not been in Paris for that long. Certainly not long enough to establish a friendship--especially to the point of being best friends-- the elusive heroine. He would have said it was statistically impossible for Lila to be friends with Ladybug.

Except, he knew Ladybug. 

In fact, the entire class knew Ladybug’s secret identity. They just did not know it.

But the fact that Marinette appeared to dislike, and actively avoided Lila did little to improve that statistic. If anything, it cast further doubt on Lila's claims. And he had seen evidence of animosity towards Marinette on Lila’s part. From what he understood, people did not glare at their friends the way Lila glared at Marinette. 

But why would Lila lie? 

He had mulled over the possibility that Lila did not know who Ladybug was behind the mask. But that still did not account for the way Marinette avoided Lila. If she was Lila’s friend as Ladybug, logically, she would befriend Lila as Marinette too.

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Yaaay hugs!!! And congrats on 500! 😁 Can I ask for 19. hugging with hands in each other's pockets? Pretty please? 😊

Thank you!!!  🖤🖤🖤  I have no idea what happened here.  Silliness is what happened here.  😂

It always started the same way.

His arms would wrap around her, always at a respectable height, but somewhere between hi and I missed you they would slip lower.  His hands would move from her shoulders to her waist, sliding along her back and pulling her closer as he went.  And they’d linger as he’d smile at her, his eyes bright and warm and his thumbs picking at her belt loops.  And, inevitably, always, they’d slip lower, until his hands were in her back pockets and cupping her ass and holding her even closer.  And she’d roll her eyes, and call him out on it, and he’d just chuckle because always – always – her hands had invariably made the same journey along his back, from fisting along the shoulders of his hoodie to snugly slip into his own pockets.  And then he’d bend down, and he’d kiss her, and everything would be perfect.

Except today.

Because she had just arrived home from a week away in London.  And he had just walked through the door after a long day with Jagged in the studio, and he had been so relieved to see her back.  He went to her without thinking, barely taking time to close the door behind him before he was scooping her up in his arms.  And she smiled against his neck as his arms almost immediately slipped down, his hands skimming along her sides to move over the curve of her ass and…freeze as his fingertips met resistance.  He picked at the fabric of her pink denim skirt, wiggling against the ridge of pocket design sewn into the back.  Her giggle was muffled by his hoodie.

“…ok, I hate this,” he said.  He laughed when her hands easily tucked into his own pockets, squeezing his ass as she grinned up at him.  “No fair.”

“I’ve already complained to the designer,” she said.  “Horrible flaw.  Fake pockets.  Who even does that anymore?”

“Junior designer?” he guessed.  He picked at the design one more time before settling his hands on her waist, sighing.  “Awful skirt.  It’s not even practical.  I think we need to dispose of it.”

She snorted, but then he started tugging on the waistband of the skirt and she squeaked.

“Right now,” he said, his voice low and full of promise.  “As soon as possible.”

“Luka!” she laughed, holding onto him tighter as he tried to step back.  One of his hands had slipped between them to fiddle with the button on her skirt.  “At least take your shoes off first!”

He bent to kiss her, but she couldn’t stop laughing as she felt him toe off his shoes and kick them back towards the door.  She didn’t know how he managed it – she was pretty sure he had been wearing boots when he came in, and he was usually pretty good about lacing them up – but with his shoes disposed of his hands were back on her skirt.

“My shoes aren’t the problem here,” he said.  Before she knew what had happened, her skirt was pooled around her feet and he was stepping back, grinning at her as he pulled her after him, leading her back towards their bedroom.  “Much better.”

She rolled her eyes as he kicked the skirt after his shoes.  It would find its way to the hamper (garbage) later.

He’d make sure of it.

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Happy birthday!! 😊

Thank you!! 😊✨

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For the JATP ask, how about Julie and Luke with Dahlia??

Thank you so much for the ask! Here’s part 2 of this. It took a sudden turn... oh well...

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Luke materialized on the beach, next to Julie. She tore her eyes away from the horizon and smiled at him. The setting sun colored her skin golden and painted a halo around her curly hair. There was a song just there, waiting for Luke to grasp it and weave the sunset into lyrics. But he had more important matters at hand.

He presented Julie with the bouquet, sending her a tentative smile. This was a whole new territory for them both, but he was pretty sure when a guy gave a girl flowers, she’s supposed to be happy. Julie frowned at him instead. The smile disappeared from her face, replaced by confusion.

‘Why dahlias?’ she asked slowly.

‘I… um…’ Luke suddenly wasn’t so sure, why he’d thought that was a good choice. ‘I thought you liked them?’ 

Julie took the dahlias from him and twirled them in her hands. The mood turned wistful.

‘I do like dahlias,’ she finally admitted, her voice distant and small. ‘But it’s more of a way to feel a connection to my mom.’

‘Your mom?’

The girl nodded, still staring at the flowers.

‘Oh.’ Ooooh. It suddenly became painfully clear why there were so many dahlias and dahlia-related patterns in Molinas’ house. 

Luke suppressed the urge to groan. ‘What a fail,’ he winced. 

Now Julie looked at him. ‘Why? Oh, no! I mean- ‘ she stammered, ‘I like dahlias, I really do. Thank you for-’

‘Julie, stop.’ Luke put a hand on her shoulder. ‘I get it. I should have thought of it earlier. My mom likes dahlias as well, I just didn’t think- ,’ he trailed off. At least he earned a small smile for his humiliation. 

Julie nudged him in the ribs. ‘Don’t worry about it.’

‘Worry? Me? Nah!’ Luke puffed, happy with the attention. ‘We’ll pick a new flower!’ he decided. ‘What’s your favorite? I’m gonna poof to a garden right now and bring the lady a flower worthy of her.’

His antics finally elicited a pearly chuckle out of her. 

‘How about a rose?’ Luke offered and Julie’s smile withdrew in an instant.

‘What have I done now?’ he asked.

She grimaced, shaking her head. ‘It’s not your fault, but I’m starting to develop a mild paranoia about your connection to my mom,’ she confessed. 

He frowned. ‘Because of dahlias or roses?’

‘Both,’ Julie sighed. ‘My mom’s name was Rose.’

The realization hit him like a freight train full of streetdogs. ‘W-what?’ he choked. Had he been alive, he’d become white as a ghost, alas that was a default option for him.

‘My mom’s name was Rose,’ she repeated. ‘What is it? Now you’re seriously freaking me out.’

‘I think… the night we died…’ he drawled. ‘I think I met your mother then.’

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😬😬😬 Sorry, but it sort of happened? Feel free to ask for Part 3 😉

A big thank you to @goblin-alchemist for bouncing ideas with me. I mean dahlias are cute, but there must be a deeper meaning to them, than just a pretty flower. They never appeared in romantic context, on the contrary (like in Pattersons’ house on Luke’s bday).

Send me an ask with one of these prompts and a character or a pair (JATP only), and see what drabble comes out of it.  

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Hi! Thanks for the ask! These are 3 random things about me:

1) I hate ketchup.

2) I would rather shop for furniture than clothes and shoes.

3) I think I spent my entire life on electronic devices.

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Ooh for the ask, lukanette and Rocket Car! 😁

Send me an ask about my writing!

Thanks for the ask!! 💖

Rocket car: a detail I can’t wait to put into a story someday.

I honestly had such a hard time thinking about this, partially because it's been a long day and partially because my mind kept jumping to details I've already worked into my writing. But here we go!

In a few of my pieces (though I only think one of them is posted right now) Marinette makes Luka a necklace from a guitar pick. A detail I really want to add is her making little charms, like ones you would see on a charm bracelet for him to add to the necklace. Or she might even give him one of the charms off her own bracelet (I haven't mad up my mind yet 😅). I just really love the idea of Luka rocking something dainty and pink or rose gold while the rest of his outfit is very much the opposite, because it makes him think of Marinette every time he sees it.

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WIPWed: Festering Edition: 6/9/21: 5 Things Luka Regrets Telling Dingo

@chrwrites @nerdypanda3126 & Nonny...I wish I had more to give y'all than this. 😂

I literally only have a scattering of notes. (A lot of the Dingo Files are ideas that got spitballed in the Disco, turned into plunnies, and I jotted down conversations/notes/etc to get back to later. I haven't actually gotten to all of them yet, though. I should start picking away at some of these...)

This one is the story of when Luka got his wisdom teeth out. 😁 Bloods suggested something, and it got me thinking of those videos of people post-surgery? Where they're so doped out they just go nutty? He stupidly asks Dingo to go with him (bc if you've had your wisdom teeth out you know you're not driving yourself home), and Dingo films the whole thing. Or maybe Bri - I'm thinking Luka's so doped out Dingo's having trouble with him & calls in reinforcements. 😂

It starts with silly and stupid stuff, like "I slept with a stuffed loch ness monster named Norbert until I was ten, Ding. TEN." Nothing too incriminating, but still stuff a good bestie knows is blackmail/wedding speech material. But it spirals. I'm still kicking this part around, but it ends up being a massive Love Confession. "Marinette is amazing. I am going to marry the shit out of her someday." But I'm kicking around the idea still that maybe this is pre-relationship, when she's with someone else (maybe Adrien, maybe just Someone Else), and Ding's like "...mate I thought you were over this oh shit?" "...oh right ok then I guess I'm gonna marry the shit outta fifty hamsters someday."

Because y'all know by now I can't just keep things light and fluffy I guess. Gotta whump it up a little. 😂

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I have... so many questions lol but what is the Our FirstFirstFirst date one??

HIT ME WITH ALL THE QUESTIONS I HAVE A LOT TO ANSWER FOR 😂😂😂

“Our First/First/First Date” is a continuation of “Peachy” and “WM 2019: Hope”.  In the initial Writer’s Month prompt, there’s this bit about how “If you asked Marinette, their first date was [DATE].  If you asked Juleka, it was [DATE].  And if you asked Luka, it was [DATE].”  So after I dug more into that ficlet with “Peachy”, I kinda wanted to dig into those dates, too.  So “Our First/First/First Date” is set to be a look at those three “first” dates.

Geeze I really need to finish some of these up instead of just adding more... 😂