huh.. moving day? [ the more she stares at the slithery bunch, the more marinette realizes she’s not a huge fan of animals. ]

⠀ 🎱.⠀ shadybug has scary dog privileges and it’s claw noir. ⠀

a child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort.

“sounds like a challenge.” don’t fret, she’s on it.

a dismissive shrug, his warning but a whisper in the wind. with her yo-yo in one hand and a spotted hand-held grenade launcher in the other, she casts a line for her escape. “let’s see who’s faster — you or my lucky charm.”

bluebell hues watch the affectionate display — they seemed more docile than she expected of reptilians. domesticated, perhaps? “i didn’t know you could train snakes to stay on you without being constricted. are you a snake whisperer?”

⠀ 🎱.⠀ idk why marinette always has to have beef w chloe SO i’m hc-ing that there is no bullying history in my portrayal. mari’s just socially isolated due to being stunted, she just doesn’t get along with chloe since she’s so bubbly(?) in the re-verse ⠀

⠀ 🎱.⠀ grr.. someday i will write a sl like this.. ⠀

please, she’d urge him to do his best — nothing’s better than putting a stray in its place. “i don’t think so, 𝙢𝙤𝙜𝙜𝙮.” with the weapon aimed at his chest, she pulls the trigger. deflect all he wants, it’ll explode in due time.

⠀ 🎱.⠀ just look at this face. how could she do any wrong. ⠀

쉐벅 낙서 ㅡ

to no one’s surprise, thanksgiving was a cold and nonexistent holiday in the dupain-cheng household. marinette can be found sitting alone in a cafe, a cup of café au lait and a slice of kouign-amann in the place of stuffed turkey and gravy. family — what a foreign desire.