Rise Up, Oh Heart, For There is Another Battle to Win

Anonymous asked: Adrien (from Miraculous Ladybug) for the headcanon meme?

HELL YES.  For this ask meme.

A: what I think realistically

We all know, in our heart of hearts, that Adrien and Marinette are the local masters of all physical activity.  Like, I recognize that the kwami magic is what makes them super strong or agile or whatever, but like.  Y’all.  Some of that is just pure organic buff-as-fuck muscle.  Over the course of their first school year of having the Miraculous, Adrien and Marinette both get so fit they could easily be sports stars.  During a game of dodgeball, Adrien accidentally convinces everyone he’s a gymnastics master because he does a back handspring to avoid a ball, totally on instinct out of habit because combat.  Marinette starts wearing tank tops because Summer Ugh and Adrien walks into a door because holy shit Marinette has back muscles wow oh my god.  A bunch of them go swimming and everyone’s like “You are both tiny teens, how do you both have a sixpack.”  Adrien’s modeling agents are baffled by where he’s finding the time to pull this off, but like, hey, as long as he’s putting on lean muscle instead of bulking up, they’re not gonna…like…stop him.

Anyway flash forward to post-identity reveal when Marinette and Adrien are playing dodgeball again and she literally vaults over him to nail the last member of the opposing team and Adrien catches her on the drop and they run around celebrating like morons with Marinette on his shoulders while the entire school gapes at them.

B: what I think is fucking hilarious

Listen, I know we all like to talk about Marinette’s response when she finds out that Adrien is Chat Noir, but.  For a hot second.  Let’s just talk about how Adrien is going to react when he finds out that Marinette is Ladybug.  He thinks Marinette is great, clearly, even though her inability to speak to him has obviously convinced him that she doesn’t like him much.  But Adrien admires Marinette so much, she’s such a strong-willed person, she’s so clever, she’s so funny, and honestly if he wasn’t already so head over heels for Ladybug he’s be crazy about her.

After he finds out Ladybug’s identity, Adrien spends three hours lying flat on his back in his bedroom, staring up at the ceiling.

“Plagg, she’s so cool.  Plagg.  Plagg, Marinette is Ladybug and she’s amazing.  Plagg.  Plagg, are you listening to me?  Plagg, I think I love her.”

Plagg is absolutely not listening to him.  Adrien doesn’t care.

C: what is heart-crushing and awful but fun to inflict on friends

Fam.  Let’s talk about akuma!Chat Noir.  I have no idea if this is ever going to be a thing, but I want it to be a thing and I’ve been obsessed with it ever since I saw THIS AMAZING COMIC.  

Ladybug is wounded in battle with Hawkmoth, and Chat Noir…well.  The akumas are attracted to strong negative emotions, and for that moment, Adrien is nothing but a bit of driftwood being dragged out to sea on a riptide of grief and guilt and rage.  And Hawkmoth, he does like his dramatic irony, and what could be more ironic than this, one hero destroying another.

He miscalculates a bit, though.  His akuma melts into Chat Noir’s bell, and the magic sweeps over him, and, indeed, Adrien feels the akuma warp the lines of his thoughts.  Until all he feels is rage, white-hot and protective.  His lady is bloody in his arms and it’s all because of Hawkmoth and he is going to destroy anyone who comes near her.

Chat Blanc is going to make sure of it.

D:  what would never work with canon but the canon is shit so I believe it anyway

Anyway Adrien’s mother was a Miraculous holder and he got his sense of humor from her (”You know me,” she used to say, winking at him as she did her elaborate blue-green-violet eyeshadow, “vain as a peacock!”) and also she used to tell him about what it meant to be a good person.  He tries to live up to her memory every day.

A thought

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Marinette keeping the pics of Adrien up on her wall becuase she cant bring herself to throw them out, but adding pictures of her other friends as well so it’s less weird. Suddenly it’s Adrien and Alya and Nino and Rose and Kim and everyone at school who’s plastered against her walls. She adds pics of her parents, her neighbors, her Aikido instructor, and all the little kids she babysits. She even asks the regular patrons at the bakery if they’d mind posing for a portrait. (which of course they do because she’d always been so sweet and sunny and who could resist those blue eyes.) 

then one day Adrien gets invited back to her house. maybe to study, maybe for video games, the reason isn’t important. what is important is the fact he climbs up into her room and just marvels at all the friends Marinette has. The sheer volume of people she knows is staggering, he thinks, and he spends a good ten minutes looking at every single picture. 

Some wonderful things to keep in mind for this scenario:

1. Adrien spots himself amongst her collection, and while he’s not-so-lowkey ecstatic over the fact someone cares enough about him to hang his picture on their walls, he’s also a bit glum that the only shots she has are from magazines. everyone else gets candid shots or laughing selfies, things that show their personality, but all his photos are fabricated and retouched. Impersonal. He gently brings this to Marinette’s attention, and suggests she take some new pictures of him. Pictures just for her. (cue Marinette dying)
   
2. Adrien also happens to spot another familiar feline face on the walls, and just barely swallows down his pleased smirk (’cool it, you’re not in costume’) to find a dozen pics of Chat Noir scattered across Marinette’s room. Most of them he recognizes from the Ladyblog, but there’s one or two that seem to be candid captures of him on patrol. (which yeah, should probably freak him out but damn if Marinette’s photography skills dont make him look heroic as fuck under the moonlight.) He asks- very super casually -if she’s a fan, and is not at all emotionally prepared when Marinette launches into a speech about how Chat Noir is one of the most selfless, kind, and underappreciated people in all of Paris, and how he deserves just as much recognition as Ladybug for keeping the city safe. “Everyone needs to remember, his destruction is what balances Ladybug’s creation. Without each other, they’d be nothing,” Marinette prattles on. (Adrien nods mutely, desperately trying and failing not to fall in love.)
3. Speaking of Ladybug… she’s noticeably absent from the walls. When asked about it, Marinette grows vague, saying something about how she’s waiting for the right picture or what not. something unique. something that isnt already on the walls of every Ladybug fan in Paris. ‘Something unique…’ Adrien muses, asking Marinette if he might barrow her camera for the night, ‘I might just be able to do that…’

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For the random title fic meme, from @littlestartopaz:  Sugar and spice. Miraculous! Fandom

This is obviously the fic where Alya is convinced that her best friend is cheating on her boyfriend who is…also cheating on her?  It’s all a little confusing, honestly, there are a lot of people to keep track of in this…love trapezoid, or so she tells Nino when she commandeers recruits him to help figure it out.

There are three problems with her mission to figure out what the hell is going on with Marinette and Adrien.  Little problems.  Tiny, really.  She can barely see them, they’re so small.

First of all, Marinette and Adrien are impossible to keep track of, which means she can’t even get a good picture of the guilty parties caught red-handed.  Alya can get around this, okay, she is a skilled journalist, she’ll figure it out even if she has to bug the little bastards.  (Nino thinks this is going a bit far, but she did not ask for his opinion, thank you very much.)

Second of all, neither Marinette nor Adrien will even entertain suspicion of each other, which under any other circumstances Alya would consider a good thing.  Really!  But how are they so dense, she wonders aloud on more than a few occasions to Nino.  Hell, they’re always running off without explanations, anyone would be suspicious.

Third of all, and this might be a slightly bigger problem, the other half of this set of guilty couples is pretty high profile.

But how do you just up and accuse the heroes of Paris of cheating with a couple of high school students?

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ok but imagine:

Chat Noir beginning to suspect his Lady’s identity through frequent visits to Marinette’s balcony

She gives him delicious baked goods, blankets when he accidentally ends up sleeping over, an ear to listen, a shoulder to cry on, and eventually (she swears she’s only doing it to shut him up) gentle fingers to scratch at the spot behind his ears that makes him slump into a pile of blissful goo.

And by observing her, her infectious smile, the freckles lightly dusting the bridge of her nose, the midnight hair framing those impossibly familiar blue eyes…Chat’s resolve crumbles. 

She’s too much like her, like his Lady, for it to be anyone else. Her voice - so clear and confident, her bravery when standing up to Chloe’s bullying, her sharp wit that only seems to come out when he’s facing her behind the guise of an alley cat…

Not to mention he catches a glimpse of a small red thing flitting around her head every now and then, and with his enhanced hearing, can hear it talking to her.

Marinette’s a miraculous holder, and Adrien’s in love.

But he’s not sure if she feels the same way…on either side of the mask. And it scares him. Ladybug simply rolls her eyes at Chat’s advances, and Adrien seems to make Marinette rather uncomfortable.

He’s lost his mother, his father’s never there for him, and he can’t lose his best friend and first love, too. 

So he dials back on visits to his princess, not only to protect himself from rejection but also so that he can’t kiss her like he desperately wants to; he stops kissing Ladybug’s hand in greeting, and keeps his distance. 

His friendship with her is one of the most precious things life’s ever given him, and he refuses to let his love for her get in the way of ruining it.

Till a particularly rainy day arrives, and Adrien finds himself unable to stop the tide pulling him ever closer to her.

Chloe’s talking about Chat Noir, and he snaps out of his mid-afternoon daze.

“I personally don’t see why Ladybug needs him. She’s quite capable of saving the city without him. All he does is get in her way,” she remarks absently, inspecting her perfect manicure, Sabrina nodding in agreement.

Something in Adrien deflates, and he pretends he hadn’t heard that.

“He doesn’t deserve to be called a hero, remember that time he completely destroyed my room-”

“Don’t you dare say that about him.”

Everyone listening looks over in shock, and Marinette’s standing with Alya in the doorway, brows furrowed in a  way that makes her the spitting image of Ladybug facing an akuma.

Adrien’s heart is beating so fast he wonders whether it’s going to stop any minute. He can’t look away or pretend he isn’t listening anymore.

Chloe smirks and opens her mouth to retort, but his Lady cuts her off once again. 

“He’s loyal to Ladybug, and he’s unbelievably kind. He’s devoted to saving Paris just as much as she is, and without him on her side, she wouldn’t be here today!”

If Adrien’s blush could get any redder, it’d be worse than Nathanael’s hair right about now.

“He’s just as important and heroic as she is, and he deserves every good thing in the world. So don’t talk crap about people you barely know, or about people who do a heck of a lot more for the world than you do!”

Chloe’s stunned at the girl’s ferocious defense of the black cat, but she sneers even though she’s cornered. “It sounds like you have a bit of a crush on him, Marinette. Careful, wouldn’t want a dirty street cat like him to hear. He’s nobody’s hero. He hasn’t even been seen in some time.”

Marinette fixes her with a glare, but her voice softens. “He’s my hero,” she says simply. “And I’m willing to bet there are many others who’d say the same. He’s my hero, he’s Ladybug’s hero, and he’s…he’s someone I miss very much right now.” Her voice seems to break then, and she turns on her heel to walk out the door, leaving Chloe and the others gaping after her.

Adrien is utterly floored. Completely, irreversibly floored, and he can’t muster any coherent thought except to find Marinette as soon as possible. 

His head is buzzing. Marinette…Ladybug, she’s missed him. Missed him while he tried to give her space and keep his distance, when all she’d wanted was for him to be right next to her. 

She’d sounded so passionate and sincere when she defended him that perhaps, perhaps she might love him, too.

It’s still raining when evening arrives, and she finds her drenched kitty shivering on her balcony, after such a long time.

It’s still raining when he presses his lips to hers right then and there, and she lets him kiss her the way he’s wanted to for so, so long. She’s warm and sweet and strong against him, and they melt into each other.

It’s still raining when they reluctantly break apart, Marinette pressed up against him, drenched from head to toe just like he is, chests heaving and cheeks flushing.

His miraculous beeps a warning-Plagg hates the rain- and he moves away to hide his face as he detransforms. What if he, Adrien, isn’t enough?

She cups his cheeks and meets his gaze. “Minou, I’ll love you no matter who you are underneath that mask. Please, please don’t go away again,” she implores, as if she’d read his thoughts.

He doesn’t deny her, knows that he can’t ever deny her anything, and he breathes out a promise.

 “I won’t, my lady. Never again.”

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I still don’t know much about Miraculous Ladybug all I’ve gleaned is that maybe(?) Alya and Chloe get to become Miraculous…ers too, and frankly, I’m fucking terrified.

The Love Rectangle wasn’t confusing enough? You wanna toss two more we-all-don’t-know-each-others-identities kids into the mix? This isn’t even a Love Cube you’re threatening. This is a Love Hyper-cube. This is a Love Tesseract. We’ve run out of spatial dimensions to chart this confusion and are now relying on color-coded 3D projections as the only humanly interpretable means of graphing this ungodly supreme clusterfuck.

I give it four days after the season premiere before the phrase “The superior shipform of Marinette and Alya is Ladyfox but all four of Ladyfox/Marilya/Alyabug/Marifox are greatly superior to all four Adriloe/Beenoir/Beedrien/Chloenoir as well as all forms of Alychat/Foxnoir/Adrilya/Adrifox and of course all twelve of these lose out terribly to Adrinette/Marichat/Ladynoir/Ladrien” and frankly, I’m handing in my resignation letter now.

Like here, this. Love rectangle? Totally graph-able. Look at this nifty informative shape.

Love cube? Okay you’re getting weird now. But yes, doable. Can-do. Totally fair to graphically represent pairs in 3D space. Toss Alya onto the third axis and you’ve got a chart. Every ship name fits nice and cozy.

All you need are the planar projections of the cube living in this 3D space and you got a deal.

The hyper-cube??? You’re ordering 2D planar projections of the hyper-cube living in 4D space?

Fuck no. Fuck you. Fuck this. I quit. I don’t even go here I’m o u t.

I’m………………not proud of myself

but I figured it out

Don’t ask me how unless you want a 2 hour explanation of what….the fuck this is

In conclusion: Love Hyper-cube is a-go 

and I hate my choices.

oh god

my poor brain can’t handle the love hypercube

w h y

Guuuuuys this is sooooo wroooong it hurts!!!
Not because of the idea of this shipping graph model… it’s just that you can’t explain shipping with graphs.

Think about this: every single character of MLB is a variable. Like x, y or z. When you have just Marinette, you have a single little x. Then you add Adrien an you can analize their interactions with an xy cartesian coordinate system.
Then you add Alya and you got a three dimensional coordinate system (R3).
But when you add a fourth character (like Chloé or Lila) you’ll find the same old problem the greek mathematicians found: YOU CAN’T GRAPH IN R4. THERE IS NO four dimensional coordinate system. So please stop adding lines that make no sense.

So please, think MLB as a simple polinomiun. 

MLB (t)= m^2+ a^2+c^2+…+n^2

Where: t is time
m= Marinette
a= Adrien
c= Chloé
n= any other character you want to join this shipping orgy party.

the number two corresponds to the two faces each character has: hero and non hero.
If you want to add a villian you can add the ^2 to emphasize two personalities but if you want a simple character just add a simple variable (for example: nino might be just an n cuz he has no secret identity yet).

So please stop cuz I want to use diferential calculus to solve this shipping problem….

Math throw-down?

Math throw-down.

> you can’t explain shipping with graphs. 

For starters, that’s the joke. That it’s needlessly complicated. You can make a shipping table in Excel nice and easy but that’s not funny or interesting

> YOU CAN’T GRAPH IN R4. THERE IS NO four dimensional coordinate system. So please stop adding lines that make no sense.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tesseract < Please read this fun wikipedia page. Also

^this here is a projection of how the 4D cube (in R4, which exists in mathematics) rotates along one of its axes. I used the easiest view of the hyper-cube. Which I looked up. And read about. I didn’t just draw random shapes. I put the proper effort into this.

The first “fuck no” sketch above is the most common 2D projected* view of the hypercube,  and then the chart is 6 planes of the hypercube (which may be cubes themselves but again–the joke is that it’s needlessly complicated)

(*”projected” is an extremely important concept here. You know how when you draw a cube, you really draw one square, then two diamond shapes on the side and top? Our brains interpret this as depth and are able to visualize the 3D shape when really it’s just an object distorted along a 2D projection. Same with the hypercube. It just gets projected twice leading to really messed up visuals and behaviors.)

MLB (t)= m^2+ a^2+c^2+…+n^2

Where: t is time
m= Marinette
a= Adrien
c= Chloé
n= any other character you want to join this shipping orgy party.

Okey dokey

• Why is the function by time? What time? You’ve got a multivariate function by everything except time. Your notation should be MLB(m,a,c,….n) = … 
  
• The squares don’t do what you think they do. Square doesn’t mean “there’s two of these”. The square is multiplication. These are all discrete variables, and discrete variables don’t take kindly to multiplication. What’s the value of Marinette multiplied by Marinette? What Marinette am I multiplying? More importantly, why am I adding multiplied-Marinette to multiplied-Adrien to multiplied-Chloe and calling that a ship? 
• To be more direct - the shipping graph is not a function. Can’t emphasize this enough this whole thing is not a function. It’s a collection of 24 discrete points. It’s 24 pairs mapped across 4R. The planes are strictly for visualizing shipping sets of “these are all the same two people” (and to keep with the theme of the “love rectangle” because, again, that was the joke to start.) The values are strictly binary, which means you can’t math them. y=x^2 is fine and good when x=7 but what does it mean when x=hero?

>So please stop cuz I want to use diferential calculus to solve this shipping problem….

That would really be something because 

• you cannot differentiate something that’s not a function. 
• you definitely cannot differentiate something that’s a collection of discrete points because differentiation by its definition requires a continuous function. 
• even ignoring the first two bullet points, you’d need to use n-dimensions of partial-differentiation because this function(?) has got at least 4 parameters (and it implies it can take infinitely more) so you’ve got >=4 different dimensions to differentiate by. 
  
• differentiation tells you the rate of change of a function along one of its parameter axes which…doesn’t tell us much of anything about ship names.

That’s my bit. Mic down. Math-ball’s in your court.

TL:DR my hyper-cube is intentionally ridiculous and about as mathematically sound as it’s gonna get. And shipping is not a function.

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