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He nodded as she repeated his name. His name. It brought on a smile, and it remained as she spoke on, interacting with him like this. It felt real.

Tikki’s cries made him turn to look at the spot where she ought to be, and as the illusion dissipated, his smile-painted lips turned to frown. Not at this image vanishing but at her words and the meaning that they carried.

Truly, what now? What ought he do, now that his master was gone and his mission done before it had begun?

As Tikki came into vision, he stared at the ancient god yet spoke to Marinette as he did so.

“I. . . Uh, I never wanted anything. Master. . . I mean, he. . . I never had free will before tonight.”

Hazy Visions

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closed starter for @pallsc . any other alya’s or lady wifi’s that want to do this with me can contact me and we can talk about it.

It had been six months since that. . . horrible, horrible night at the hotel. Marin shuddered every time he remembered it clearly and he did. His memory of that moment was so clear, so real that he didn’t need the viral videos of it to know just how many pots and pans had been in that kitchen then or the look on Lady Wifi’s face or just how much blood there was.

Six months and his wounds have healed but. . . his scar was not gone. It seems that it would never be gone. The suit, the kwami, the miraculous, all of those were of no help. Something went wrong and Tikki had no idea. Master Fu had no idea. Even Chat was clueless.

He moved out, in the meantime, out of his parents’ home and bakery. They acted towards him differently, when they saw who he was, who Ladybug was, they. . . They were so worried, so quiet, so unfamiliar and it scared the shit out of Marin to see this change upon their brows. So he left, in the dead of night. All things packed, his room cleared.

They seeked him out and when they had found him they begged him to come home. They offered to support him and to help him, and some months later he was forced to take the offer of money. He was still a kid and superhero business wasn’t the right business, if you needed money. He still went to school but sat off to the side. Ignored Alya. Ignored Adrien. Ignored every single one of them. Even Chat-- that fucker-- was different. He didn’t want change! He wanted things back to normal.

But that would never happen. So. . . So maybe he should jump now? Legs dangling from that tall, tall rooftop, he thought about it. How could one scar on his face, one reveal of his identity go so wrong?

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Just a doodle I did of Ladybug (Genderbent Ladybug) since I just got back onto my roleplay account of him. 

I’ve missed him ;-;

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What do you mean thats not what hap- Yeah, it didnt happen in Frozer ep, but let me dream pls

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He simply nodded at her first inquiries, letting her feel him, letting her know that he was real. He glanced around, thinking he heard something familiar but shrugged it off, in the end.

‘Well, I was supposed to. . . drive you crazy? But you’ve defeated the akuma so nobody is here to tell me what to do or to control me. I-- I, you couldn’t handle another you, could you? But to you, Ladybug is sort of another person, another mask. She’s not all of you, as you are not all of her.’

‘D-Does that make sense? Sorry. I talk a lot sometimes.’ He shrugs then, partly at those words before turning on his heels, surveying the dark room.

‘Tikki?’

Hazy Visions

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'That's. . . a lot of questions,' he said with a pause, frowning. 'Let's start with the simplest one. I am Marin Dupain-Cheng,' he spoke and, as he spoke this, he offered his hand.

Waiting for her reply or for her to come and accept his hand, he went on. 'I'm sorry, but I am you. It's simply the truth, I don't know why I'd lie about that.'

As if to prove his point, although the move did not appear to be intentional, he noted a picture of Adrien hanging from a wall, tacked into place and, surprise, surprise, he smiled, cheeks flushing lightly as he added, 'He really is pretty.'

He stared at it for a moment before realising what he had done and releasing a long um before snapping his head back towards her and shrugging. 'Tikki?'

Hazy Visions

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Her organism fought the gas for hours on end, and all the while he was there, just under the rippling surface of her mind and soul. And now?

The familiar magical fabric, red with black dots, glinted as it always did, in the weakly illuminated bedroom. First, a foot, a leg, and then a torso and arms. Finally, out of the dark seas of the shadows emerged a Hero. A Ladybug hero, to be more precise.

‘It’s just you,’ said the deeper, male voice.

‘It’s just you,’ he repeated, with a smile.

Staring into the room, Marinette could hear the echo of a voice. Clutching the pillow, ready to use it as some sort of deterrent to whomever it was that had entered her room, as the person before her formed, she found herself completely immobile. The crimson suit was almost transparent for a moment, the girl batting her eyes. Fingers trembled, unable to move to rub her hazy eyes.

But it was there. A solid form before her, a boy, the spotted outfit hugging his frame to lay out his body beneath it, the differences than when she had seen her own image in the mirror or in the news. The cropped hair was the finishing touch to this illusion before her.

Her throat dried as she looked at him, her legs freed from their imaginary confinement as she found herself able to rise up, her lip trembling as she looked to the vision. “You’re… You’re not me.” She breathed out shakily. But those eyes, the gentle smile.

Something about her knew it.

A hand lifted to her earrings, they still in place. “But, how? What did you do with Tikki? Why are you… Who are you really? An Akuma? How do you know I’m Ladybug?”

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The roles are these: a high school student, a baking expert and a god with a superpower which has been passed down for millennia, from one holder to the next, to be used for good or evil or at the whim of a lunatic.

The scene is this: Paris, France, early 21st century, but occasionally it may be London, 18th century, or Mars, 9th century. Watch out for those very special, and very deadly, alternative universes where none of these places exist and neither do you.

The player is one; Marin Dupain-Cheng.

You are invited.

Rules

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‘I don’t think there are any of them around but. . . But still, Chat, of course I’m worried about you.’ His eyes followed Chat’s, down and down they went, to the hard concrete, too many floors below them. Terrible thoughts came, he shook his head and they were still there.

‘You’re not you lately. Or. . . You are you, but with the colours dimmed?’ His mind went to their latest akuma fights. ‘You keep missing with your baton and keep getting injured but you just-- you shrug it off. You shrug everything off, Chatton. You smile and then disappear until. . . For too long.’

The question has been on his mind for too long now. He may be pretty oblivious at times, but even he gets the point now. Funny, it was the very first question he ever asked himself as Ladybug.

‘Is it. . . me? Am I not good enough?’

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Her organism fought the gas for hours on end, and all the while he was there, just under the rippling surface of her mind and soul. And now?

The familiar magical fabric, red with black dots, glinted as it always did, in the weakly illuminated bedroom. First, a foot, a leg, and then a torso and arms. Finally, out of the dark seas of the shadows emerged a Hero. A Ladybug hero, to be more precise.

‘It’s just you,’ said the deeper, male voice.

‘It’s just you,’ he repeated, with a smile.

Hazy Visions

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‘Chatton, p-please,’ he mumbled. Nobody grabs a knife by accident. Is he even trying to cover it up anymore? ‘Did you get hit by an Akuma or something? Put that knife down before you hurt yourself.’ On purpose, he wasn’t about to say out loud.

‘Are you sure nothing is troubling you?’

Marin has noticed some things about Chat lately; he will often zone out, or he’ll frown and become so very much unlike the kitty Ladybug knew when he thought nobody was looking. But this was far more serious than any of those times. Back then, Marin could simply prompt the kitty with a few jokes or comical remarks and he’d be back to calling Ladybug his “Good Sir” and ‘my Lord’, big, sharp grin and all but now. . . Ladybug knew.

He knew just ‘How stupid was I?’

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Ladybug risked letting out a soft sigh of relief. The thoughtful look on the other scared him somehow, in a way he couldn’t describe. Who even brings a knife to a patrol when they’re a superhero? The blade seemed to capture his eyes for the moment, them tracking it with every move.

'Chat?’ he began lightly, scared of making feel his partner any worse. ‘Are . . . Are you okay? You can tell me anything.’

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[immediately follows up a full-on illustration with a messy comic]

at least by spewing soda all over alim’s phone, marin no longer has to steal it in order to erase the incriminating evidence

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30 28 Day OTP Challenge - Day 14 Genderswapped (feat. Adrinette)