#Totographs Zine

[totographszine]

The day you’ve been waiting for has finally come!!!!

No, not the love square reveal—the Totographs release date! :D ....which is, like, a close second,,,, probably

Totographs is a free, safe-for-work Miraculous Ladybug zine. We hope this collection of stories and art will make you smile, laugh, and forget about the time you asked your crush to buy constipation pills. (What? That never happened?)

Download your free digital copy of Totographs here!

And a huge thank you to all of our contributors! We love you more than Plagg loves cheese 🧀😌

@zine-scene @zinefeed @zineapps @fandomzines @zineforall @mlzines

[buggaberry]

“This humble cat is going to be his princess’s ride to school.”

ayee, these were my pieces for the @totographszine ! I got to work with the amazing and talented @thatanonwiththeoc and illustrate her fic “Piggyback Rides”! You can read it on Ao3 here or check it out along with many other phenomenal works in the Totographs Zine! 

[chocoluckchipz]

My submission to @totographszine  You can’t convince me he’d actually fight her. The power of Purr-suasion to the rescue! XD

[thewritewolf]

No, Really

Summary: Adrien can no longer deny it - he is in love with Marinette! The only problem is, she has made it absolutely clear that she is definitely not interested in him. But when he discovers that Marinette might be harboring feelings for Chat Noir, Adrien decides that there is only one way to get together with her: Reveal his identity.

Trouble is? She doesn't believe him.

Hello and welcome! This fic was written for the @totographszine, which was publish for free here. Go check it out, the wonderful @anna-scribbles even did some excellent art of this fic in there.

Read on Ao3

Without any further ado... Enjoy!

Adrien was in love with Marinette. There was no getting around that any more. But, unfortunately, it didn’t seem that she felt the same way.

Ever since he had come to terms with his feelings, he’d been trying to flirt with her. A few cheesy lines here. Some lingering touches and eye contact there. Compliments scattered throughout the day. Although, as he had realized now, it was harder to compliment her more than he already had been. How had it taken him so long to figure out his feelings?

The worst part of it was that she even flirted back! Which may sound great, but his experiences with Ladybug had taught him that flirting back could also mean friendly banter. It was a frustratingly similar experience, which he chose not to dwell on too hard.

And just like with Ladybug, he was at least appreciating the friendship that he could share with Marinette. Now that she had begun to open up to him, he was learning all sorts of things about her. Her favorite foods, what exactly tickled her most, her little mannerisms.

One day he learned the most important little fact about Marinette of them all.

“What is it with you and crushin’ on celebs, girl?”

Adrien recognized Alya’s voice at once and his eyes widened when he realized who she was likely talking to on the other side of the locker.

Sure enough, Marinette let out an irritated groan. There was a sound of a locker opening.

“What makes you think I have a crush on him? Just because I drew him in my notebook—”

“Oh sure, if you were just drawing him, that’d be one thing. But the hearts and kissy faces tell a whole different story.”

Adrien stood stock-still, listening as intently as he could. It felt as if his heart had

stopped beating. Had he failed to win the hearts of both his crushes? Would he ever get a lucky break just for once?

“They weren’t—that’s—no! Those were …” Marinette sputtered and eventually mumbled something that sounded a lot like “spades.”

“Spades.”

“Shut up.”

“I’m just saying, girl, if you want I could probably mention your name the next time I see him. Sure it’d be harder to pull off than with blondie, but I’m down.”

“Drop it, Alya,” Marinette said half-heartedly. The locker door was shut and they walked toward the entrance. For a moment, he was scared they would turn around and see him eavesdropping. “I’m sure Chat Noir doesn’t want to have my number pushed into his hand.”

Adrien’s eyes widened as he suddenly jolted to life. Chat Noir?

“Maybe. We’ll only find out if we give it a shot.” Their voices got more distant as they walked away. “At least we know you’ve got a type now.”

“Alya!”

In his heart of hearts, Adrien hoped that type included boys with green eyes and blond hair. Would it be too much to ask that she fall for him a second time? Not just as Chat Noir but as Adrien?

It was there, standing alone in the locker room, heart pounding in his throat and feeling light headed, that Adrien was suddenly struck by a plan. And while he was no Ladybug, he was pretty confident about this one.

After all, he didn’t need to make her fall for him twice. She just needed to find out who Chat Noir was.

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His first opportunity took way too long to arrive. The need to confess his secret identity to her had been weighed against his duty not only to Paris but to Ladybug. He was as certain of Marinette’s trustworthiness as he could be, but he needed to be sure that she and only she heard him.

Besides, it made confessing his feelings a little easier too, which was honestly weighing just as heavily on his mind. Sure, safety of Paris and fighting Hawkmoth and all that, but there was also his poor battered heart to take into consideration. Ladybug had been gentle with her rejections, but they still stung as much as being tossed into a wall by a dozen akumas.

It took over a month for a golden opportunity. The four of them had been studying in Marinette’s room when Alya had left to go babysit her sisters, taking Nino along with her. Adrien watched them slowly pack up and amble over to the trap door, silently screaming every time they stopped for another little chat. But eventually, they did leave. Nino’s cap disappeared below the floor and the trapdoor shut behind them. It was late enough that Sabine and Tom had gone to bed already, but not so late that Adrien would have to leave yet, at least not for a couple hours.

Swallowing against the suddenly dryness in his throat, Adrien looked at Marinette. All thoughts of the physics homework in front of them banished the moment he saw her tongue poking out the side of her mouth, her brow furrowed in concentration.

How could one person be so cute?

Her bright blue eyes flickered up at him. “Something wrong, Adrien?”

There wasn’t going to be a better time. It was now or never.

“Marinette … I’m Chat Noir.”

The sound of her pencil scratching along the paper stopped as she stared at her homework. There was a long moment of silence wherein Adrien silently panicked. After a few seconds that stretched into infinity, which Adrien spent praying that she would say something, anything, she finally spoke.

“Yeah, okay.”

She said it with a snort and a chuckle. It was like when he was experimenting with different jokes for her and he found one that didn’t quite land but didn’t completely fall flat.

She returned back to her homework, and the sound of the pencil resumed.

“Okay? That’s all you’ve got to say?”

“Um … I suppose I can add a ‘haha’ in there too? If it makes you feel better?”

“You’re not supposed to laugh!”

“Then it’s not a very good joke.”

“It isn’t a joke,” Adrien said, crossing his arms haughtily. This was not going how he had planned in the slightest.

Marinette raised an eyebrow as she sat up. “There is no way you are Chat Noir.”

“Why not? I’m cool!”

“Exactly, and Chat Noir is a massive dweeb.”

Adrien gasped, scandalized. “Take that back!”

“I will not. Besides,” she continued, raising her hand, “there are plenty of things Chat Noir is that you aren’t and vice versa.” She raised a finger for each point. “Chat Noir is loud, outgoing, with a sharp tongue, and he’s a flirt to boot. Plus the whole massive dweeb thing.”

“And what about me?” Adrien pouted, almost dreading the answer. “Adrien Agreste me, I should say.”

“You’re quieter, to start with.” There was a faint blush on her cheeks. Maybe it was easier for her to describe someone who she thought wasn’t present. “You’re considerate and kind and a perfect gentleman.” She smirked and chuckled. “At least, you usually are.”

Adrien put his hands together and brought them next to his lips as he took a deep breath. He was suddenly reminded of all the times he’d made reservations or tried to set up an account on some website under his own name, only to have it deleted because it “couldn’t possibly be actually Adrien Agreste.” By this point in his initial planning stages of confessing to Marinette, they were already organizing their first date between passionate spells of making out, not trying to determine if he really was himself.

But Adrien was nothing if not adaptable.

With a wide, toothy grin worthy of his alter ego, he leaned forward, putting himself dangerously close to her face. The faint blush she’d been sporting flared to life and spread across her entire face. Her eyes went large as he purred out a reply.

“What an unfortunate alley cat I am, baring my soul to a beautiful princess and she doesn’t even believe me. Whatever shall I do?”

“W-wow, you’ve … you’ve really practiced this, h-haven’t you?” She put on a brave face and scooted backwards.

“You could say that. You could also say I’ve got a lot of experience with the whole Chat Noir flare.” The smile became more genuine as he added teasingly, “And it looks like you think Chat Noir might be more than just a massive dweeb, hmm?”

“Y-yeah?” She got back some of her composure—not much, but enough to start bantering back at him. “And what else is he then?”

“A cool cat, maybe,” he said, tossing his hair and running a hand through it. “Or, even better, a fine feline.” He grinned and finger gunned at her.

Marinette snorted. “You’ve definitely nailed down some of that Chat Noir full-of-yourself stuff. Congrats on getting your research done at least.”

“Not research. Just living the life, Pigtails.” He waggled his eyebrows.

“Very creative nickname.” She smirked and crossed her arms. “Then again, it’s better than princess or my lady, so I’ll take it.”

“Hey now, Ladybug likes me calling her that, even if she tries to hide it.”

Marinette rolled her eyes. “Somehow I doubt that. But seriously, whose idea was this? It feels like Alya had a hand in this. I just know it.”

“Why would Alya get me to try to tell you I’m Chat Noir?”

“She never gives up on her ships is all.” Marinette’s eyes went wide and she threw her hands over her mouth. “Forget I said that!”

“But I—”

Her hands went straight for his mouth. “Forget!”

He held his hands up in surrender and she backed off.

“Come on, though. What’s so hard to believe about me being Chat Noir?”

“I just can’t see you and Chat Noir being the same person. You’re both so different!”

“Okay, first off—yeah, I can be quiet sometimes,” Adrien admitted. “But you’ve seen how I am with my friends, when I’m comfortable. I can be just as outgoing as I am in the mask!”

Marinette massaged her temples. “So what, you’re saying you have to be with close friends to be as confident as you are making terrible puns in front of all of Paris?”

“Well, the mask helps a little,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “After all, then I don’t have to think about how what I say will impact the company or get yelled at by my father. I get to just … be wild.” He gave her a timid smile. “I suppose sometimes I go a little overboard, huh?”

Her blush deepened. “Y-yeah. I guess you do sometimes.” She cleared her throat and schooled her expression back into a skeptical one. “Assuming you are Chat Noir, of course.”

“Of course.” Quietly, he added, “You know, Adrien me isn’t the only one who is ... kind. I’ve done it plenty of times in the mask.”

“I mean, yeah, you do the heroics and everything, but I was talking about something—”

“Gentler?” he said with his best Chat Noir grin, which made her eyes widen like saucers. His voice was still barely above a whisper. “Like when I comfort akuma victims or sponsor animal shelters?”

“I—yes, like that,” she admitted in the same soft tone. A little stronger, she poked his chest and gave a small smirk. “But don’t you think Ladybug will be mad that you revealed your identity? You promised not to do that, you know. Assuming you really are Chat Noir.”

“Maybe I should have asked her about it first,” he admitted, even as something tickled at the back of his mind. How did she know about the promises between them? “But I’m sure she’d understand if she knew. The value of love is something we both agree on.”

“I mean, I guess, but—wait, what?”

“And I suppose you’ve noticed how, no matter what side of the mask I’m on, I love to flirt with the person I love?” She gasped, but he just shook his head and laughed. “Finally get there? I mean, I’ve been flirting with you nonstop for like a month.” He smiled. “Maybe you and Ladybug should hang out. The everyday Ladybug and the real-life Ladybug. Both of you can be really dense when it … comes to … realizing … oh my god.”

Adrien saw the exact moment that she realized that he had figured her out. One moment she was watching him attentively. The next, her eyes had widened in panic, her pupils shrinking down to tiny pinpoints. He knew that if he did nothing, she’d start flailing her arms around and denying it.

The distance between them turned to nothing as he leapt toward her, laughing. She grumbled as he pulled her close, squeezing her tight against his chest, but she didn’t try to break free.

“Don’t be so proud of yourself. You only got lucky,” she said as she returned the hug.

“Luck or not, I finally found you … my lady.”

He looked down at her face at the same moment that she looked up into his. A moment laden with meaning passed between them before they both broke down laughing again. At long last, they had finally found each other.

[celerydays]

Ta-dahhh! Here’s a sneaky lil preview of my contribution to the @totographszine​ - I made a series of illustrations for @botherkupo‘s super silly and sweet fic! 

You stoked for the release? CAUSE I SURE AS HECK AM 🤩

[botherkupo]

Summary: Three minutes. It has been precisely three minutes and six seconds and Kagami already wants to murder Rooster Hair. (Or, in which Kim and Kagami are trapped together in a magic cube.)

wrote this one for the totograph’s zine (which you can download for free HERE). Check out the awesome art @celerydays illustrated for it! it’s perfect 💜💜

[rubixkun]

Its been a while, hasn't it? I'm here to promote @totographszine with a preview of my piece! For those interested, Totographs will be a free digital zine focused on humor in the world of Miraculous Ladybug. Any ML fans out there should check out the zine when it releases!

[breamart]

My preview for the @totographszine ♡ enjoy~

[ktyillustrationandart]

Hi everyone! I’m happy to show you my comic piece for @totographszine

You can read the full zine for free on their Tumblr or Instagram page :)

Enjoy!

[janaikam]

Heyo! I’m back from the writing grave with this fic that I wrote for the @totographszine 

The zine looks really awesome and is truly amazing so please go check it out. Special shoutout to my wonderful collab partner @inkiaoi who made some amazing illustrations for this fic that you can go check out in the zine!

Link to the zine if you’re ready to hear me shut up about it

Summary:  Chloe's phone gets 'stolen' and its up to a reluctant Marinette and Chat Noir to try and piece together what happened and whodunit. Though Chat Noir isn't very good at this.

[totographszine]

it’s reveal time  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

*pulls curtains open with a flourish* behold...the Totographs zine cover! This was created by the amazing AgrippinaTikhonova ✨

(By the way, if you are interested in another type of reveal—more love square flavored—you might find some of that inside the zine later 👀👀)

Thanks for your patience as we work on the zine! We had some delays because of the holidays, but our new target release date is Saturday, February 20.

Thanks for your interest, and stay tuned for more updates!

[landturtlealyce]

The @totographszine​ is out!!

Totographs is a free, safe-for-work Miraculous Ladybug humor zine. My pieces are a collab with the lovely @bugaboo-n-bananoir​​’s fic which you can now read for free *here*! 

[chocoluckchipz]

A preview of my Totographs Zine piece! Look for it on February 20, 2021.

@totographszine

[aquaticsky]

Hi everyone!!! This is my full piece for @totographszine!!! The zine is finally out, you can read many cute and hilarious fanfics and look at amazing and funny fanarts!! Download them by heading to totographs tumblr or here!

[mlwritersguild]

July Fic of the Month

The ML Writer’s Guild kicked off it’s first monthly book club with a one-shot written by @deinde-prandium! This fic, originally written for the Totographs zine, focuses on Max and Kim as they find themselves trapped in the hidden attic of the Agreste mansion, which seems to have a mysterious pest problem.

You can check out Flutters in the Attic written by @deinde-prandium​ here!

Q&A with @deinde-prandium​

Q: How did you come up with the plot for this? Why did you choose Max and Kim, of all characters, for this?

A: I feel horrible for saying this, but I don't actually remember what inspired me to come up with this story? Mostly I just wanted to write something funny. Last summer, when I first started writing for the ML fandom, I saw that a humor zine (Totographs! Check it out if you haven't already!) was looking for submissions and I thought it might be fun to try and submit something. I do remember wanting to try something outside the norm by focusing on secondary characters as opposed to the lovesquare, which I think is what drew me to Max and Kim. They have a great dynamic that naturally lends itself to humor since they're such good friends despite being polar opposites. So I tried to think of the dumbest, most outlandish scenario I could put them in. 

Q: How was writing Max’s POV? Did you have a process for writing Max’s voice?

A: Writing in Max's voice was SO MUCH FUN. My friends like to tease me for using big words in my everyday speech, so it felt very freeing to let go and just be as nerdy/borderline-pretentious-but-not-intentionally as I wanted. I think Max and I are similar in that we both have a precise way of looking at the world, and that is reflected in our vocabulary; some words just describe a situation better than others. (I actually have an idea for another Max-centered fic that I may attempt sooner rather than later. Just not sure if it will link to this one.)

Q: What was your favorite part of writing this fic? 

A: Probably picturing the funny dance Kim did to get rid of the butterflies. Basically, it's a cross between that crane kick pose from the final fight scene in The Karate Kid and the way Gabriel was dancing around in Jackady/Simon Says. I also loved sneaking in some Ladrien flirting because THEY ARE ADORABLE AND I LOVE THEM

Q: Do you think Max ever figures who Gabriel is from the 'attic incident'?

A:  I'm sure he does eventually, but I think he's hyperfixated on the mechanics of a secret elevator and that ends up distracting him from the truth for way longer than is reasonable.

[rosekasa]

did you??? put in ddlj???? in the totographs!!!!! (i am reading the zine and i lost my shit)

AHDJSJDKSKDKSKDKSKDJS YES I DID AND IM PROUD