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{ Chat }

“I’m sorry for asking.” the sincere sadness showed on his face along with regret. “I just… wanted to know more about you. I have no idea how to make friends. I stepped over the boundaries.”

He had no right to intrude. No right to consider themselves friends as Chat and Marinette - he was just some random hero protecting Paris from time to time.Nothing more.

He was ready to leave right away - unable to keep up with this. He screwed up everything. His suspicion on her of being Ladybug also crumbled as she said lack of love life. He failed over and over again, being in a forbidden relationship with the superheroine, and yet… wanting to be with Marinette.

“…I was just lonely.” he mumbled barely audibly, jumping up onto her balcony.

     Marinette realized what she had said the moment the words had left her mouth but by then it was too late--she’d spoken the words and they couldn’t be taken back. She’d essentially stomped and spat on the nights she and Chat Noir had spent together bonding and redrawn a line between them as nothing more than hero and civillian--a line that shouldn’t exist considering who she really was.

     Not that he knew.

     ‘I have no idea how to make friends.’ Those words were achingly familiar. Words so similar to the ones spoken to her on that rainy afternoon that she fell in love with Adrien Agreste that they left her breathless with guilt. She was hurting and betraying her partner in so many ways right now but she wouldn’t--couldn’t tell him. Perhaps the blond hero should leave--more for his own good than Marinette’s own.

     Yet another selfish desire overtook her--the desire to have him stay despite how horribly the conversation was going. A desire she couldn’t quash when she heard his last whispered sentence.

     “Chat wait--” she said, scarmbling after him and manging to get a vice-like grip on his tail before he has a chance to leave her balcony. “I’m sorry,” she said, the words coming out in a rushed breath as she tried to repair the damage she’d just done. “You have every right to ask questions--that’s what friends do. That’s how people get closer. You didn’t overstep anything--I just got too defensive. Please don’t leave.” She knew exactly what was waiting for Chat at home and she’d promised herself she’d make sure she would make him feel as loved and cared about as she could--no matter how damning her own secrets were to their realtionship.

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{ Chat }

“Acting like you are hundreds of years old, I see” the cat hero laughed, crossing his legs where he sat and swinging them a little as an iddle movement.

“Your kwami is the old one, not yourself. But it’s okay, I’m just the same.” no, he wasn’t hundreds of years old either, that was Fu only for now to his knowledge.

“You considering me enough of a friend to share contacts with me… I feelhonored” with a bit of saltiness in his words. Chat couldn’t really help it, he felt very ignored by her frequently.

     She couldn’t conceal the her wince. The bite in his words hurt--but it wasn’t undeserved if she was being honest with herself. After all, it took the possibility of bringing down their greatest enemy and bringing down Chat’s life with it for her to offer up contact information. Ladybug probably wouldn’t take her own behavior at face value either, if their roles were reversed.

     Chat’s always been patient and accomodating when it came to their identities and being professional. Her only offering up a channel of communication when a worst case scenario may be arising probably wasn’t the most friendly thing she could’ve done up to this point.

     “I...I’m sorry,” she said softly. “I’m sorry if I made you feel like anything less than someone dear to my heart. This is something we should’ve done sooner--and not just because we need it. But you are my best friend, Chat. You bring out a lot of great qualities in me and this is a battle I would’ve lost back when Stoneheart appeared if you weren’t there to have my back. I’m really sorry but--let me try to make it up from here on out? I still don’t think sharing identities is a good idea but...at least now we can communicate without the masks to some extent?”

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{ Spongebob }

Bulls-eye! Well, kind of…

Taking advantage of the opportunity, SpongeBob rolled his free hand forward like he was bowling. Sure enough, a bubble rolled out and flied straight out, right towards the girl in red.

“Score one, for the boy’s back home!” SpongeBob announced, thinking of Danny’s reputation.

     While not in the position to dodge, her reflexes were quick enough that she was able to throw out her yoyo to intercept the bubble and pop it. She brought her arms up to shield her eyes as she retracted her yoyo before rising to her feet once more. Wasting no time, she cast her weapon once more, catching it on the top of one of the flagpoles attached to a building. She then propelled herself up and over the sponge’s head, landing deftly behind him.

     She once again took aim with her weapon and threw it at Spongebob, aiming for the ocean dweller’s legs in order to take his feet out from under him.

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{ Ulrich }

Ulrich can tell that Odd must be having a field day messing around with Sissi and all…. can’t say he blame him. Anywho…. o-oh. He blinks a couple of times to notice that Marinette knew he was being flustered. Well, that changes up things a bit. That’s kind of a first that someone other than his friends have noticed him being flustered. To learn that her whole backstory was very interesting. He will admit… it is a nice change of scenery… especially around here. No wonder the woods is his hiding place. He takes a glimpse at Marinette’s backpack and purse. “That’s very impressive,” he notes. “Y’know… I never met a fashion designer before… nor have I ever met one in class.” Maybe he was shy - wait… shy? Well, that could be very much the first. Sass and quips can back him up, right? Ehhh… he isn’t even so sure.

     “Thank you,” Marinette replied. “Though I still have a long way to go before I can be anything like the designers that inspire me.” Her voice took on a wistful note as she thought about the things she’d left behind at her old school. Yes, she had needed the change of pace, but being in the heart of Paris had done wonders for her artistic inspiration--and she put a huge distance between herself, her best friend, her crush, and any hope of observing Gabriel Agreste or his son up close for strictly professional reasons.

     She discreetly pinched her hand under her desk, refusing to let herself become morose during such pleasant conversation with her new classmate and possible first friend at Kadic. A smile came easily to her, and her voice regained it’s chipper tone. “I think you’re the first person I’ve met that hasn’t met into a fashion designer before. People with dreams like mine are a dime a dozen back home--but I’m determined to make it one day. If my parents taught me anything, it’s that I can make any dream of mine a reality.” They probably should be paying attention to the lesson, but Marinette was enjoying herself right now--and it’s not like the professor could actually expect her to be up to speed in one day anyway. So, she elected to carry it on until they were caught or her deskmate got bored.

     “What about you? What do you like to do in your spare time?”

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Big Hero 6 sentence starters

"Low Battery!"

"How much does your heart hurt?"

"You home, sweetie?"

"We just jumped out a window"

"How cool was that?"

"Stop! Stop! It's just an expression!"

"WHEEEE"

"A lunatic in a mask just tried to kill us!"

"You forgot your lollipop!"

"There! There! You will be alright!"

"I am not fast!"

"I'll call your parents"

"I will protect your mind and body"

"SHHH!"

"You're gonna need some upgrades!"

"I mean it's scary obviously, but how cool?"

"He was controlling them telepathically with a neurocranial transmitter!"

"We can't go against that guy; we're nerds!"

"You have fallen."

"It is okay to cry."

"Diagnosis: ____"

"Science! It's the reason we know more!"

"It's like spooning a warm marshmallow."

"If I wasn't terrified of ____, I'd love this; but I am terrified of ___, so I don't love it!"

"Have a lollipop!"

"I heard a sound of distress. What seems to be the trouble?"

"That was amazing!"

"I have all the right moves."

"We're under attack from a supervillain, people!"

"This may undermine my non-threatening, huggable design."

"Whoa, what?"

"Can't wait to hear all about it!"

"Just stop."

"But she says that's not science."

"But I am a major science enthusiast."

"Don't be alarmed, it's just a suit; it's not my real face and body."

"All right, get ready to have your face melted!"

"You're going to feel these things tomorrow."

"Okay, sit down, and tell me everything."

"Nothing is better than free food!"

"This would be the weirdest thing I've seen today."

"____ wanted to help people."

"There are no dead ends."

"Coming through!"

"Heads up!"

"We can be so much more."

"I'm not giving up on you."

"I have some concerns."

"Find a new angle!"

"I will always be with you."

"I am satisfied with my care."

"You're going to help so many people."

"Someone has to help!"

"Your tiny robot wants to go somewhere."

"Unbelievable."

"Will ______ improve your emotional state?"

"____, destroy."

"You are my patient. I would like to help."

"Welcome to nerd school--nerd."

"What you just did, we never signed up for."

"______ makes me a better healthcare companion."

"Stop whining, woman up."

"I hope you learned your lesson, bonehead."

"Wow, washed up at fourteen. So sad."

"It's called recycling."

"There are no red lights in a car chase!"

"I wear 'em front; I wear 'em back. Then inside-out, then front and back!"

"Well--at least we know our gear works."

"This is a revenge story."

"When are you going to start using that big brain of yours?"

"If I don't get into this nerd school, I'll lose my mind!"

"Our programming prevents us from injuring a human being."

"Last hug!"

"Batalalalalalala."

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//FINALLY FINISHED THE EVIL SYNDICATE AND THEIR MAWGU WEAPONS

TLALOC AND MAGIC POUCH

TECHNUS AND MAWGU GAUNTLET

DIB AND BALLOON LAUNCHER

BEAUTIFUL AND MEGAPHONE

ALSO INSPIRED BY @belle-coccinelle , IT’S LADYBUG AND CAT NOIR!

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Everyone needs reality to punch them in the face every once in a while. Keeps you on guard.

Alexandra Bracken, In The Afterlight (via wordsnquotes)

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it’s a SIGN, boys. i have no excuse for this i’m sorry

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//and now i run before my mom kills me for still being up. Still got three drafts in the works that I’ll (hopefully) get to tomorrow.//

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{ Ulrich }

Shy of the social norm? What does that mean? “Oh, the girl in pink riiiiiight in front of us,” Ulrich responds, pointing to Sissi right over there. Pretty decent eye? Shy of the social norm? He didn’t think he could be blushing about that. Yeesh… that’s a little embarrassing… or at least in his standards. “So, uh…. have you always lived in Paris? Or uhhh… you came from somewhere else?” Don’t be shy now…. don’t be shy. ‘Well, think of it this way,’ his thought reminded him. ‘You won’t have Sissi 2.0. lying around.’ Yeah, that’s true. Definitely true. There’s something about Marinette that he couldn’t put his finger on it. So nice… probably very smart… a fashion designer….? That changes up a things. “Wait… hold on? Did you design those yourself?” Well, there’s no shame in being friendly, that’s for sure. He gives a slight smirk to that smile of his. Perhaps Marinette takes pride in her designs and fashion sense. Well, can’t blame her.

     “Oh.” Marinette looked to where he was pointing, noting that it was the girl that had shouted earlier--and seemed none-too-pleased to have the blond boy as her temporary deskmate, if she was reading their body language properly. “Well, the colors aren’t the worst combination...not quite my style though.” Marinette replied. While it didn’t quite match Marinette’s own tastes, she couldn’t say that Sissi’s outfit wasn’t cute in its own right. Turning back to him, she noticed the slight coloring to his cheeks, wondering if it was just the lighting or if she had actually flustered him with her previous statement, for whatever reason.

     “Oh, yeah,” Marinette replied with a nod. “My parents run a pastry shop--one of the best!” She stated, her small smile growing into a radiant beam as she thought of the pride her parents took in their work. “They let me change schools though--decided a change of scenery would be good.” That, and one Chloe Bourgeois had quickly become too much for Marinette to handle. No matter how much Alya spoke of superheroes and standing up for yourself, there’s only so much one person can do to the daughter of the mayor whose had it out for you for years. And there’s only so much someone can take before they snap.

     “Yeah, I did actually. The backack and my purse too! I designed and made a lot of the clothes and accessories I wear, actually.”

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     “Nononononononnono!” Marinette chanted frantically as she dug through her bag. Pushing notebooks, stray papers, and text books out of the way, the teen searched for her book, but was continuing ot come up with nothing. In a final moment of desperation, she turnedd her backpack upside down and dumped it’s contents on the floor, yelping in pain when the corner of her history book tried to impale itself into her foot. She dropped ot her knees and sifted through the mess, only to come up with the same result--

     She lost her sketchbook.

     “Ooooh Tikki, what am I going to do?” She moaned, burying her hands into her face. Her ever reasonable kwami offered the young designer comfort, and reccommended that Marinette retrace her steps--she’d just been drawing in it this afternoon, and it’s not like it was valuable to anyone but a designer like her. Leaping back to her feet, Marinette decided to act on Tikki’s brilliant suggestion and dashed out the door and back towards the square she’d been drawing in earlier. Hopefully her book hadn’t gone too far.

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      Lyra blinked, crouching down and reaching for a small book she had spotted       on the ground, tipping her head curiously to the side. She recognized that book.       It belonged to a girl at her school. What was her name again? Marinette? Yeah.       that sounded right.       Taking a look around, the blonde tried to locate the girl but couldn’t spot her       and frowned, scooping the book up from the ground and straightening. She       needed to find Marinette. She was sure the other girl would probably be miss-       ing this.

            「 ❝ Hm… I wonder where she could be. I should ask someone                     if they know her. ❞ 」

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{ Ladybug }

⊰Yes! I’m Ladybug and this is Paris!⊱

╰ ☘ ╮Ladybug replied as her back  was to the Akumarized villain so she was unaware of the danger that was fast approaching. She was about to say something else when she was tackled by what appeared to be her counterpart. She made a surprised noise and was about to protest before she quickly shut her mouth when she saw that there was a fireball landing where they were once standing. The landing was rough and she knew that she was going to be sore tomorrow, but at least she would have most of her hair tomorrow.

⊰Thanks for the save. Why not we take the baddie out first then figure out what is going on.⊱

╰ ☘ ╮She suggested as she laid on the ground seeing as her counterpart was still on top of her. But even in this position she could still do something as she fumbled around for her yo-yo. When she found it she pulled it out and smiled at the other.

     “Sounds like a plan to me,” Ladybug replied, rolling off from atop her double so they could both have proper movement of their limbs. She offered a hand to the other Ladybug, giving a smile of her own as she grabbed her yoyo with the other. Well, at least they had the same priority--protect Paris then sort out why there were two of them. It wasn’t the first time she’d worked with herself, the Timebreaker incident seeming so long ago yet still so vivid in her memories.

     “Any idea where the akuma is?” She wondered if this Ladybug also had a Chat Noir. While it seemed almost impossible for there to be one and not the other, she had also been yet to spot the familiar blond hair or black suit. Which was odd considering how much trouble this fire weilder was causing. “And where’s Chat Noir?”

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{ Chat }

Ah, he knew this won’t be easy.

He knew so very well that she will try to change the topic and stay vague about it. “So, you have a boyfriend then?” he won’t stop. Not this time. He will intrude more and more, why, he only partly realised - but his instincts were leading him in this so much, and that could only mean one thing…

That he was getting more and more sure she was the spotted hero.

“I want you to be honest with me, and not vague… it’s very important, Marinette.” so that his heart wouldn’t be filled with constant guilt.

     Marinette’s eyes narrowed, metaphorical hackles raised as she tried to keep the defensive heat from creeping into her gaze. These nights were supposed to be nothing more than good times and keeping one another company when there was no other company to keep. She’d been grateful thus far, that somehow these evenings Chat Noir dropped in never overlapped with Ladybug’s dates with Adrien, but now they were straying into sensitive territory--

     And lying to Chat was something she didn’t want to do. Not when she’s always known him to be honest with her.

     “I didn’t say that,” she replied. “And what makes my love life or lack-thereof so important, Chat? We’ve never had talks like this before,” Sure, there had bene vague allusions to unrequited feelings in the past--but Marinette never let the subject last for long. Not when Chat’s words about Ladybug seemed far too genuine for her tastes. Not when it became too clear that Chat Noir’s flirting with Ladybug may be more than simple jests when she didn’t--couldn’t--return his feelings.

     “What do my relationships have to do with you when someone I’m associated with hasn’t been possessed by Papillon, or one of Papillon’s akuma are going after me?”

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{ Adrien }

“Y-yeah… what’s so strange about that? I can climb down easily and just drop down from the rest.” okay, it was a dangerous thing, but he had to come up with something. “But you’ll see yourself that it’s not so hard to get out there.” he hoped that she won’t suspect things too much.

“But it might not be open tonight. My father called, so he probably checked around the house too by now. He tends to lock it all down.” then nothing more left than the front door.

     “That--doesn’t sound very safe,” Ladybug replied. But if Adrien claims its safe enough, she supposed it was. After all, she couldn’t recall days where Adrien came to school with noticable limps, bruises, or other signs of having sustained injury from falling out of a second-story window. Though, she’d be the judge once they got there, and find other alternatives if need be.

     “So then...am I just supposed to drop you off at your doorstep? Or did you have another plan for sneaking in?” Though, she doubted sneaking in was even an optionif Gabriel had already become aware of Adrien’s disappearance. In fact, Ladybug was cutting it close herself in terms of her own parents not noticing she was gone. The shop would be locking up soon, after all.

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{ Adrien }

   The odd, slightly startled look on his face at the outburst is quickly replaced with a laugh. Marinette was certainly an interesting girl. She was full of fire and spunk, most often directed at Chloe for her misbehavior, but he had also been at the receiving end of the baker’s daughter’s anger. Ever since, she had been more than kind to him — - when she felt like speaking to him, that is.

    “That’s…..flattering, Marinette. Really, thank you.” He was touched, in all honesty. “I love it here. Making all these friends, getting to do things I never would have otherwise – it’s a relief to know that people enjoy me being here.”

     Relief flooded her as his surprise turned to laughter; a sound that never failed to make Marinette smile herself. From the first time she heard it at the beginning of the year to now, Marinette adored Adrien’s smile and laugh--always wanting ot be on the recieving end of it and hear that light, carefree sign of happiness. The fact that Adrien was having fun with all of them made Marinette’s heart swell--true, he interacted more with her classmates than she, but at least she hadn’t taken away from his first experience with a public school...after the second day, anyway.

     “Great! I-I’m glad that we haven’t given you a reason to hate school like most kid claim to. And yeah, I lo--er--we love having you here! I mean we got off on the wrong foot--not that it was your fault--I jumped to conclusions and I’m really sorry about those first couple of days but you were definitely a great friend to everyone.”

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{ Spongebob }

SpongeBob watched her sail overhead. Barnacles, she was too far up for him now!

Or was she?

SpongeBob pulled his arms back into his body, removing the gloves and replacing them with his pink bubble wand when they came back out. “One Bubble Bomb, coming up!”

Eyes crossing, he blew another Bubble Bomb and picked it up, tossing it as close as he could to the lady’s spot.

SpongeBob giggled. Spot, cuz she was wearing spots. Oh boy, she should tell Danny that one.

     Ladybug had only a moment to catch her breath and think over the best plan of action when Spongebob tossed the bomb. She’d forgotten about his ranged attacks--but not so much so that she didn’t recall the damage that bubble could do. The heroine quickly dropped from her perch, but she hadn’t been fast enough to completely avoid the blast.

     While it didn’t manage to her her, the shockwave from the blast threw Ladybug off balance, rolling across the pavement in a dizzyingly painful fashion.

     “Owwww...” she groaned. She really needed to do something about him--and fast. After all, she can’t repair the damage this one would do, she’s rather certain--and there’s no guarentees that people aren’t still hiding in nearby buildings.

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{ Adrien }

“ Sounds right to me…” Not that he knew much about survival, except what he’d read in adventure novels, and who knew how accurate any of that was? Marinette at least sounded logical. He’d have to put his faith in her. “ So east it is.” Adrien pulled on a smile, setting out and scratching a mark onto a tree. They needed to look for something edible. Were acorns edible? did they even grow this time of year? “ Do you know what’s edible around here?”

     “Um...not really,” she confessed. That would pose a problem, if they didn’t know what was and wasn’t edible amongst the plant life. “I mean, I could probably recognize a few things on sight, but eating anything we’re not 100 percent on is too risky.” She could recognize a number of edible fruit--her papa was never short on variety when it came to his pastries, so she hoped that there were recognizeable things. When she heard a bird’s trill overhead, an idea sprang to her mind.

     “Well, even if neither of us recognize anything, we could see what the nearby animals are eating! Birds and squirrels for example wouldn’t be eating anything toxic, so if we see any nests that have a kind of fruit growing in them, or any bushes or trees whose fruits have little bite marks out of them, it should mean they’re okay to eat.” At least, that’s what the internet had told her one night. Which made some sense in her mind.