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DuPont School for Monstrous Youths- Dot Waverly
She’s not all ‘there’ but she’s got it covered! Welcome our last theater kid to the monster fam! @artzychic27 @imsparky2002
Species: Vanisher
Appearance/Attire: Neatly curled, back-length black hair that fades to cloudy blue at the ends, dark skin that fades to translucent blue at the wrists and knees, solid muted amber eyes, tall and curvy build. Hair held back a transparent crystal clip, crystal bead necklace, navy blue sleeveless turtleneck, black blazer that turns transparent at the hem, white belt with quartz buckle, black dress pants that turn transparent at the hem, navy blue flats with translucent soles.
Bio: The dedicated secretary of the Student Clawncil, Dot is the most organized and efficient member of the student body, by far! Always on top of everything she needs to accomplish, you’ll never catch her turning work in late. While this has earned her a bit of a reputation as a stick-in-the-mud and a goody-two-shoes, Dot doesn’t mind this as it means she’s reliable and her friends know they can count on her. She struggles from time to time with cutting loose and enjoying herself, but if you catch her in the right mood she can be a lot of fun! Dot also at times wishes people noticed her and the work she does more, but tries not to let this get her down too much. Her kind can disappear on a dime after all!
Quotes:
“Okay, we’ve got exactly five minutes to do this, so chop chop!”
“(Appears out of thin air) I’ve been here the whole time.”
“Oh, I got that turned in three days ago!”
“Hold on, let me check the schedule.”
“Sorry, can’t tonight! Way too much to do!”
“I guess…a break can be good for everyone sometimes! Let’s fade out!”
Peekaboo, we see you! Leave your thoughts in the comments and reblogs!
#dot waverly#dot#vanisher#monstrous au#monstrous#monster au#monster#school for monster#miraculous ladybug#miraculous
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She’s handicapable of being anything!
DuPont School for Monstrous Youths- Mona Truffaut
She may be earthbound but their head’s in the clouds! Welcome Mona! @artzychic27 @imsparky2002
Species: Gryphon
Appearance/Attire: Wild, back-length curly dark hair with rust-colored feathers strewn throughout, wide eyes with red sclera and big black pupils, long flared eyelashes (like Stella’s from Helluva), dark skin with patches of rusty feathers, sharp bronze beak for a nose, chipped tooth in front, sharp claws, large white-feathered wings, tawny fur from elbows to wrists and knees to ankles, lion tail, talons on feet, short and curvy build. Golden lion claw clips holding bangs back, eagle feather earrings, maroon hoodie with feather lined hood and eagle decal on back, white t-shirt with black film reel decals, maroon sweatpants with eagle feather piping, gold slider sandals with black lion head decals.
Bio: Unable to fly due to her brittle wings and bound to a wheelchair due to a childhood accident, one could say Mona’s had a pretty rough go at life. But despite this, they maintain an easygoing and cheerful outlook that lifts the spirits of those around them, making them an effective mediator. They have a passion for film and often recruits her friends for her movies, which are fun projects for all involved. They’re also the camerawoman for the school news program! Mona can be as spacey as they come sometimes, often getting distracted, lost in thought and spouting random and cryptic statements galore, but even though they don’t always make sense to their friends, they love her nonetheless.
Quotes:
“Sorry, what were we talking about again?”
“Alright, ready to roll! Let’s get this shot!”
“Do you guys think snakes get sad they have no arms?”
“Alright, let’s all take a breather moment, this is getting heated!”
“I had a dream like this once…”
“They may not help me fly, but my wings make a great speed boost!”
Soar like an eagle, roar like a lion! Leave your thoughts in the comments and reblogs!
#mona truffaut#mona#gryphon#monstrous au#monstrous#monster au#monster#school for monster#miraculous ladybug#miraculous
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Ten hut! Parker's on shore!
DuPont School for Monstrous Youths- Parker Beauregard
It’s time to nix the nonsense, because Parker’s on the scene! @imsparky2002 @artzychic27
Species: Nixie
Appearance/Attire: Chin-length mossy green hair, muted green skin with patches of scales all across, watery bright red eyes with long eyelashes, green patches like freckles around eyes, long finlike ears with gills below, sharp teeth on top, two bright green fins on each arm and leg, webbed feet and toes. Moss green newsboy cap with algae detailing, silver dogtag necklace, neon green athletic tanktop with bulrush decals along hem under black cargo vest, forest green camo cargo pants with algae patches, big black combat boots.
Bio: Growing up in an aquatic military family, Parker is rarely one to drop her serious and disciplined demeanor, for any reason. She takes everything she does incredibly seriously, and tends to view competitive situations as a battle to be won, especially when she’s leading the charge. She cares deeply for her friends and classmates, but her way of showing that veers strongly towards the tougher side of love. Military jargon tends to pepper her speech, even in casual conversations, an amusing quirk to those close to her. While rarely seen, she does have a softer side, especially with her three dogfish, her beloved pets. She’s a tough cookie, but it’s out of the desire to protect!
Quotes:
“Company, fall in! Let’s go over our attack plan!”
“10/4, Mme. Winters, you can count on me!”
“Come on, pick up the pace, soldiers! You call that a backstroke?!”
“I guess… a little R and R couldn’t hurt…”
“Can’t. I’m swimming drills this morning. Gotta stay sharp.”
“TEN, HUT! Everybody ready to kick some ass?!”
At ease, soldiers! Leave your thoughts in the comments and reblogs!
#parker beauregard#parker#nixie#monstrous au#monstrous#monster au#monster#school for monstrous#miraculous ladybug#miraculous
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Eee! So glad to see this come to life!
Weeby’s Random Thoughts #11
New AU idea from your friendly neighborhood Weeby! @artzychic27 @imsparky2002
This is based on an idea me and Sparky tossed around a while back. The basic premise is that it’s a shadow version of Paris where everyone is their akuma selves. (To clear up confusion, I’d have Sabrina would be Vanisher, Luka is Silencer, Kagami is Riposte, basically just their first akuma if they have multiple, expect Chloe, who would be Queen Wasp.) They’d terrorize the ‘light’ side of Paris, which would be protected by a rogue group of heroes led by the people who are antagonists in canon, such as Lila, Gabriel, Felix, etc. Also, Adrien and Marinette would be Chat Blanc and Miss Fortune respectively. The akumas basically rule the city, with Nadja (Prime Queen) and Alya (Lady WiFi) controlling the media. (They also wouldn’t be their ugly canon akuma outfits, I prefer the redesigns done by Zoe-Oneesama for the Scarlet Lady headers.) All my normal ships would apply, and group dates consist of going out and causing mayhem. What do you guys think?
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Epithet Erased - Idol! AU
Something I’m making because, as it turns out, I’m a very slow artist but a fast writer.
This is mostly just an idea dump post. The details are really messy, so I apologize.
The main gist is just the Neo trio and Lorelai but as idols. You can learn more under the cut.
I’m not committed to this AU. Nothing is set in stone. Feel free to ask questions, but this is mostly just to get my ideas out there, I am not promising anything big will come from this (Like a fanfiction or comic).
“Neapolitan♡Melody”
Neapolitan♡Melody, or NeoMelody for short, is the idol group containing Molly Blyndeff, Trixie Roughouse, and Phoenica Fleecity.
Even though Molly is still the MC of this AU, Phoenica is considered to be the leader of the group in the media in-universe. Their music mostly kids-bop like, but genuinely palatable.
The three debuted a couple days before the start of the museum arc.
Due to Molly’s misophonia, the trio decided that they would only do indoor recordings and virtual shows in order to minimize the amount of noise she had to hear.
“LORELAI”
LORELAI or Lorelai Blyndeff is a solo idol who debuted when she was 15 years old.
She mostly makes music based on whatever her primary obsession is at the time. Which with how quickly she moves on from topic to topic, and how long it takes to release an album, she gets bored very quickly. This eventually gets to where she primarily releases singles focusing around whatever she’s into.
Something to mention is that Lorelai still goes into her bubbles and ignores her responsibilities. She’s constantly late to almost everything and does almost none of her share, except when it’s in the public eye.
Both NeoMelody and LORELAI are primarily vocals performed by their respective idols, with synthesizers being done after the fact.
Plot
Calliope Blyndeff was a former idol in the 90s, and a really popular one at that. She eventually retired in the early 2000’s, and primarily leaving the scene once she became a mother.
Molly and Lorelai mostly became idols because of their mother, beginning training at a very young age.
Even though Martin is both of their managers in name, he rarely ever does his job, only really being in interviews. Molly primarily is forced to take over almost all of the manager duties, causing her to be tired on a constant basis. It’s even gotten to where she’d faint during recordings.
(Naven helps to homeschool the three girls instead of running a speech class)
During the Museum Arc, it’s around the time of NeoMelody’s first debut. With such a major accomplishment, Molly not only wants to celebrate with her friends, but get some alone time. She eventually ends up in the museum.
The museum arc then goes similarly, with only Giovanni recognizing her as an idol, since Trixie is related to him.
For Prison of Plastic, it has a similar structure to the canon. The trio finding Rick, Lorelai kidnapping Giovanni, etc. But the ending is different (I’m not 100% sure what it would be atp).
(I also want to put Sylvie into the PoP arc more, but I’m not sure how.)
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Akuma Park: Lila Rossi Must Die (Part 2)
(Chloe marches up to Lila's house and bangs on the door.)
Lila: Ciao, Chloe!
Chloe: Cut the shit, Lila. I want my money back.
Lila: (Giving a fake and syrupy smile) Oh I'm terribly sorry, but I don't take refunds.
Chloe: Well you better give me my money back or I'll tell Daddy to ban you and your pasta-munching family from Paris.
Lila: (Dropping the cutesy act) Would you actually be stupid enough to tell your father you bought another girl's pubic hair?
(She takes the silence from Chloe as a "no")
Lila: Now run along before I decide to beat your prissy ass.
(Chloe scurries off. A few minutes later, Chloe returns in a disguise which includes a fake wig, glasses and a crude recreation of badge.)
Chloe: Evening, madame. I am Marie Chevalot, and I'm here with the Parisian Department of Taxes.
Lila: Yeah sure, and I'm the Princess of Mars.
Chloe: I assure you, tax evasion is very serious and you should be wise in respecting mah authoritah!
Lila: Alright, alright. I'll give you the money back.
Chloe: (Perking up) Really? Kewl!
Lila: (Pretending to act unsure) How much did I charge again? Oh right! Nine euros. You got change for 20?
Chloe: Uh... all I have is six euros.
Lila: Oh, that's ok. Here. Just… give me the six euros.
(She does so.)
Lila: And then I'll… give you the twenty.
Chloe: ... 'Kay.
Lila: Now, give me the pubes, and I'll give you back two euros.
(Once again, Chloe obeys.)
Lila: And then give me the twenty, and I'll give you the pubes.
Chloe: Sweet!
(Once she takes the pubes, Lila closes the door and Chloe immediately realizes her screw up.)
Chloe: GODDAMN IT!
And here's Part 2! As usual, lemme know what you think in the replies and reblogs. @artzychic27 @msweebyness
#chloe bourgeois#chloe#lila rossi#lila#akuma park#south park#south park au#miraculous ladybug#miraculous
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Here are some additional ones
Calling a werecat a “fleabag” is just as bad as any slur for a werewolf.
Don’t intentionally stick your hand through a ghost or slime person.
DuPont School for Monstrous Youths- Words (and Gestures) to Avoid
There are certain terms that certain species of monster take offense to, and ones that are sensitive and for particular use. I’ll also include some actions that are offensive. Here’s a list that should be helpful! @artzychic27 @imsparky2002
Voodoo dolls generally don’t respond well to being called ‘toys’ or ‘stuffies’. It makes them feel like they’re being treated as less than people.
“Boo!” is a polite greeting only when exchanged between all the different species of ghosts. Coming from other monsters, it’s…cringe.
Flower meanings take a great deal of importance to plant monsters, and certain ones should only be used as a nickname in certain circumstances. For example, ‘daisy’ is a term usually reserved for parent to child, and calling someone ‘my rose’ , the flower of love, should only be used by romantic partners.
It’s also disrespectful to call them ‘weeds’, not because it’s belittling, but because it’s dismissive of weeds, which are plants too.
Any name that implicates a zombie is dumb or slow-witted should be avoided. That’s a derogatory and untrue stereotype.
Yeti is the proper name for the species, ‘Abominable’ is a very hurtful term. The same goes for ‘Bigfoot’ with Sasquatches, it’s a nasty nickname humans gave them.
Werewolves may act like big dogs but that doesn’t make it okay to call them ‘mutt’, ‘mongrel’, ‘fleabag’, etc.
Never. Ever. EVER. Refer to any werebeast as a ‘furry’ if you value your life.
Insectoid and arachnid monsters take great issue with being called ‘pests’.
Most demons at the school don’t like being referred to as ‘hellspawn’, it’s a reminder of the life they managed to escape.
“Fishface” should generally be avoided with any monster species native to the water. Also, NEVER offer them seafood.
Derogatory names based on a vampire’s diet such as ‘leech’ or ‘bloodsucker’ are discouraged.
Shrek references of any sort should be avoided with ogres. It’s just old and annoying at this point.
Faeries are hot-blooded so it’s best to avoid calling them things like ‘pixie’ or especially ‘Tinker Bell’. (They don’t particularly have anything against her, it’s just really irritating to lump all fairies under one name.)
Never ask a gargoyle “How’s Quasimodo?”. That movie had inaccurate and stereotypical depictions of gargoyles.
Don’t ask an eastern dragon about wings and breathing fire. It’s culturally insensitive.
Requesting a phantom to sing an opera piece isn’t a funny joke, it’s rude and ignorant.
Stereotypical witch cackles are offensive to actual witches, who aren’t evil.
If you are not someone a werewolf or werecat knows and trusts, DON’T try to pet them!
It’s incredibly disrespectful to act as if you can’t see a ghost when they’re in the room with you.
It’s also unacceptable to imply that robots are heartless and have no emotions. They care like anyone else.
Minotaurs become very angry when you try to provoke them as a matador would, and they WILL charge at you.
Don’t stick your hand into a skeleton. Their bodies and personal space are as important as anyone else’s.
Don’t ask a centaur for a ride, wait until it’s offered.
Be VERY mindful when speaking to an extraterrestrial. You never know what might be offensive.
Leave your thoughts in the comments and reblogs!
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Good to know!
Question for Zombrina. Your dad is a cop but does he only police other zombies in Scaris or does he police all monsters?
Zombrina: Gggggrrrrrggggghhh. (Translation: Police officers in the monster community handle all monsters. They have special training to be all-rounders.)
@imsparky2002 @artzychic27
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MiracOlympus- An Unpleasant Encounter
This is a short that takes place back in the young gods’ teenaged years, based on a moment from the second episode of the Gods School web series. But with a much more insidious context… @artzychic27 @imsparky2002
Just as a reminder:
Marc- Persephone
Mylene- Demeter
Lucien- Zelus
Enjoy!
Down in the fields around Olympus, a duo of divine siblings were picking various different crops for the feast that would take place later that night.
Marc laughed at the silly joke Mylene had just told, before he spotted some lovely Narcissus flowers growing in a grove nearby. Thinking they would be wonderful to decorate the tables, he turned to his sister.
“Hey, Sunflower, I’m gonna go pick some of those flowers in that grove to put in the centerpiece vases!”, he told her, picking up his basket and standing to leave.
“Okay, Poppy, just stay close!”, the goddess of the harvest answered with a smile, before turning back to her work.
With that, Marc made his way toward the shady grove, and began picking flowers. Gathering narcissus, wild roses, and daisies for the centerpieces, he was unaware of a pair of sharp eyes watching him…
But when he had moved fairly deep into the grove, sufficiently out of his sister’s sight, he heard a familiar voice that made his blood go cold speak to him.
“Hello, little flower.”, and Marc went rigid, turning toward the voice in a defensive stance.
“You’re not supposed to be anywhere near Olympus, Lucien. Leave now.”, he said sharply, though he couldn’t keep the tremble out of his voice, much to his dismay.
“Oh, why the cold reception, my lovely little blossom. I came all this way just to see you, after all.”, Lucien said coolly, moving out of the shadows with a serpentine grin.
“No one wants you here, least of all me! Get out of here, and for the hundredth time, leave me alone!”, Marc demanded, his hand moving toward his pocket, ready to grab the dog whistle that Nathaniel had given him, which would summon Baark to his side in an instant.
But Lucien didn’t back down, only moving closer to Marc. He reached out and cupped his cheek, making the raven-haired god shudder with revulsion.
“Come now, you don’t want me to leave.”, he purred as he leaned in so his face was only an inch or so from Marc’s, “You can’t deny what’s between us, little flower…”
Marc stiffened and quickly shoved him away, fixing him with a dagger-sharp glare.
“There is nothing between us!”, he snapped, “I love Nathaniel, and only him! And I want NOTHING to do with you!”
Lucien scowled at the mention of the redhead, and grabbed Marc’s wrist in a tight grip, pulling him in close.
“Don’t mention that name. That twerp has no place ruling over an entire domain.”, the vile god snarled, “And you shouldn’t be wasting your time on him.”
“Don’t you dare insult him! Let me go!”, Marc hissed, trying to pull himself free from Lucien’s grip. He quickly thrust his other hand into his pocket, fingers closing around the dog whistle.
However, before Lucien could make any other moves, Marc sent a prayer of thanks to the Fates as he heard his sister’s footsteps approaching, as Mylene called out for him.
“Marc? Poppy? Where are you?”
Quickly, Lucien shapeshifted into a hawk and hid in a tree, just as Mylene pushed through the cover of leaves and emerged in the grove.
“Oh, there you are! Let’s go, I think I have everything I need!”, she said, holding up her basket of grains and the like, before she noticed her brother’s disheveled state, “Poppy…are you okay?”
Straightening up, he managed to give her a smile, “Y-yeah, Sunflower, I’m fine. The, uh, the pollen is just…really thick back here.”, he quickly said, adding a sneeze for good measure.
“Well, come on, let’s get you back to Olympus for some fresh air.”, Mylene said, as Marc retrieved his basket of flowers. And with that, the two siblings flew back toward the mountain peaks, with Marc sending a cold glare back to the hawk still in the grove.
A few moments later, the hawk transformed back into a young god, glaring up at the peaks of Olympus, where he was no longer welcome…not noticing the ground giving an angry rumble below him.
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RIP Lucien, you sick bastard.
MiracOlympus- An Unpleasant Encounter
This is a short that takes place back in the young gods’ teenaged years, based on a moment from the second episode of the Gods School web series. But with a much more insidious context… @artzychic27 @imsparky2002
Just as a reminder:
Marc- Persephone
Mylene- Demeter
Lucien- Zelus
Enjoy!
Down in the fields around Olympus, a duo of divine siblings were picking various different crops for the feast that would take place later that night.
Marc laughed at the silly joke Mylene had just told, before he spotted some lovely Narcissus flowers growing in a grove nearby. Thinking they would be wonderful to decorate the tables, he turned to his sister.
“Hey, Sunflower, I’m gonna go pick some of those flowers in that grove to put in the centerpiece vases!”, he told her, picking up his basket and standing to leave.
“Okay, Poppy, just stay close!”, the goddess of the harvest answered with a smile, before turning back to her work.
With that, Marc made his way toward the shady grove, and began picking flowers. Gathering narcissus, wild roses, and daisies for the centerpieces, he was unaware of a pair of sharp eyes watching him…
But when he had moved fairly deep into the grove, sufficiently out of his sister’s sight, he heard a familiar voice that made his blood go cold speak to him.
“Hello, little flower.”, and Marc went rigid, turning toward the voice in a defensive stance.
“You’re not supposed to be anywhere near Olympus, Lucien. Leave now.”, he said sharply, though he couldn’t keep the tremble out of his voice, much to his dismay.
“Oh, why the cold reception, my lovely little blossom. I came all this way just to see you, after all.”, Lucien said coolly, moving out of the shadows with a serpentine grin.
“No one wants you here, least of all me! Get out of here, and for the hundredth time, leave me alone!”, Marc demanded, his hand moving toward his pocket, ready to grab the dog whistle that Nathaniel had given him, which would summon Baark to his side in an instant.
But Lucien didn’t back down, only moving closer to Marc. He reached out and cupped his cheek, making the raven-haired god shudder with revulsion.
“Come now, you don’t want me to leave.”, he purred as he leaned in so his face was only an inch or so from Marc’s, “You can’t deny what’s between us, little flower…”
Marc stiffened and quickly shoved him away, fixing him with a dagger-sharp glare.
“There is nothing between us!”, he snapped, “I love Nathaniel, and only him! And I want NOTHING to do with you!”
Lucien scowled at the mention of the redhead, and grabbed Marc’s wrist in a tight grip, pulling him in close.
“Don’t mention that name. That twerp has no place ruling over an entire domain.”, the vile god snarled, “And you shouldn’t be wasting your time on him.”
“Don’t you dare insult him! Let me go!”, Marc hissed, trying to pull himself free from Lucien’s grip. He quickly thrust his other hand into his pocket, fingers closing around the dog whistle.
However, before Lucien could make any other moves, Marc sent a prayer of thanks to the Fates as he heard his sister’s footsteps approaching, as Mylene called out for him.
“Marc? Poppy? Where are you?”
Quickly, Lucien shapeshifted into a hawk and hid in a tree, just as Mylene pushed through the cover of leaves and emerged in the grove.
“Oh, there you are! Let’s go, I think I have everything I need!”, she said, holding up her basket of grains and the like, before she noticed her brother’s disheveled state, “Poppy…are you okay?”
Straightening up, he managed to give her a smile, “Y-yeah, Sunflower, I’m fine. The, uh, the pollen is just…really thick back here.”, he quickly said, adding a sneeze for good measure.
“Well, come on, let’s get you back to Olympus for some fresh air.”, Mylene said, as Marc retrieved his basket of flowers. And with that, the two siblings flew back toward the mountain peaks, with Marc sending a cold glare back to the hawk still in the grove.
A few moments later, the hawk transformed back into a young god, glaring up at the peaks of Olympus, where he was no longer welcome…not noticing the ground giving an angry rumble below him.
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☕🥱A Random Headcanon: How Marc Got The Coffee Part I 🥱☕
Collège Françoise Dupont: Boiler Room
Nathaniel: (visibly annoyed) So we’re really doing this, huh?
Nino: Yep.
(Down in the boiler room, Nino had set up a small desk with a desk lamp, a radio that played what sounded like the soundtrack of an old detective movie, a stack of books, and a manila file folder. The teen wore a fake mustache and an old-style detective costume. On each opposing side of the desk stood two chairs, the one on the right being currently occupied by an exhausted Marc Anciel. The poor, tired writer was suffering from the effects of his caffeine crash and could barely keep his eyes open. His make-up was a dreadful mess from when he had his breakdown earlier, his hair was a frazzled mess, the dark circles encased around his eyes looked as though they had gotten deeper and darker, and his body that had before trembled and twitched so terribly now struggled against the intense feeling of exhaustion. Out of earshot in a corner, Nino and Nathaniel discussed Nino’s plan, which Nathaniel found to be very unnecessary, and annoying, and he would have been against taking any part in this ridiculous plan if the artist was not worried about his partner’s well-being.)
Nino: I’m sorry, Nath, but this is the only way.
Nathaniel: There are more than one, much better ways we could handle this! I don’t think this is best for Marc’s well-being right now. Just look at him! (points to the exhausted writer) He needs sleep!
Nino: Look, I get it. Marc’s crashing down from the caffeine and needs rest. But we have to do this for his own good! We need to find out where or more specifically, who did he get that coffee from! (starts counting off his fingers) The first time this happened he asked you to buy the coffee for him because he knew you didn’t know he couldn’t have it. The second time he took advantage of Rose’s kindness and trusting nature to secure the coffee. This time, however, he must have gone to someone who didn’t know that he couldn’t have coffee, and since no one is fessing up, we will have to find out who the guilty culprit is.
Nathaniel: But couldn’t we just ask him after he’s had time to rest and recover? Interrogating him when he’s in this state just seems too cruel. It feels like we’re treating him like some dangerous criminal.
Nino: (puts a reassuring hand on Nathaniel’s shoulder) Nath, I don’t want to watch him suffer any more than you do, but I’m afraid it has to be this way to prevent another episode from ever happening again. If we let him sleep first, he’ll have more energy and focus to come up with a lie or ID a scapegoat, and it will be even harder to get Marc to confess the truth. Marc may be more reasonable when he’s off the coffee, but he definitely wouldn’t give up his supplier willingly, especially if he knows that the rest of us don’t know who gave him his fix.
Nathaniel: (shoots Nino an incredulous look) “Supplier”? Really, Nino?
Nino: (defensively) Hey, technically caffeine is considered a drug! I looked it up!
Nathaniel: (crosses his arms) Not an illegal one. Hence why I feel like you are treating Marc like a dangerous criminal.
Nino: Oh come on, Nath! The last thing I want to do is treat Marc like a criminal!
Nathaniel: (raises an eyebrow) Then what’s with the Sherlock Holmes cosplay?
Nino: Because we’re trying to solve a mystery and I thought it would fit the aesthetic! (sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose).
Nathaniel: (appears hesitant) I still don’t like this….this feels like torture.
Nino: Nath, please trust me. I swear we’re not going to torture Marc. Just give us thirty minutes or so to question him, an hour at most. If he doesn’t confess within that amount of time, we’ll back off and let him get some sleep. On the other hand, if he tells us who supplied him with the coffee before the time is up, we’ll let him sleep sooner. And I promise, I’ll back off if he reaches his limit. Whatever happens during this, I won’t make Marc suffer more than he already has.
(Nathaniel pondered for a moment, considering Nino’s plan and compromise. The artist still felt conflicted about putting his partner through an interrogation while he was so sleep-deprived. He knew how physically exhausting the combination of caffeine withdrawal and insomnia from the previous night was on the writer along with the mental and emotional exhaustion of the pressure that Marc was clearly under mixed in with the aftermath of his breakdown from earlier. Nathaniel wanted Marc to rest. He wanted Marc to get better. He wanted to see that beautifully contagious and unburdened smile spread across his partner’s face again and never to see that strained and unhinged smile or the exhausted frown again. However, as guilty as Nathaniel felt for even considering going along with Nino’s plan, he also knew that Nino made some truthful points to defend his plan. Nathaniel didn’t want to admit it, but Nino was right when he argued that Marc wouldn’t easily name whoever gave him the coffee. Rose and himself were willing to own up to mistakes those times they had given Marc coffee, but this time no one is willing to admit that they had given Marc coffee. And knowing the writer, he would try to play off that “everything was fine” and there was no need to worry about who gave him the coffee, desperately trying to avoid talking about what had been bothering him so much and what was causing all the stress and pressure that he was under in the first place. Marc was never one to be willing to talk about his problems with others and always tried to appear as if everything was okay as best he could because he didn’t want to make others feel worried about him. If they were going to have any chance of finding out how Marc got coffee, now was their best and possibly only time while the writer didn’t have the energy to resist telling the truth.)
Nathaniel: (sighs) Forty minutes. We’ll question him for forty minutes and no more. And when I say “that’s enough”, I mean that’s enough. We won’t push him any farther than he can handle.
Nino: (nods in agreement) Alright, deal! Now that that’s settled, let’s get to it. Get ready to assume your role, good cop!
(Nino took a deep breath in and out as he adjusted his usual demeanor into a more serious demeanor as he now bore a stoic expression on his face. As Nino started walking towards the desk, Nathaniel rolled his eyes in annoyance.)
Nathaniel: (annoyed) Right, forgot that Nino wanted to do “Good Cop, Bad Cop” too.
(The two boys approached the desk where the exhausted writer now had his head face down on the desk, moaning in discomfort. Nino sat in the desk chair opposite the writer while Nathaniel stood next to the cosplaying detective. The “detective” then reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a tube of bubble solution and a bubble wand.)
Nino: (blows bubbles from the bubble wand with a stern look) Rise and shine, Marc.
Nathaniel: (smiles nervously) H-Hey Marc…um…how are you feeling?
(Marc rolls his head to the side, revealing his dreadfully exhausted face to the other two boys.)
Marc: (moans) My head…feels like it's going to split open…
Nino: (blows another bubble) Mhm. That would be the caffeine withdrawal hangover for you. Though we both already know that you are well familiar with the feeling.
Nathaniel: (shoots Nino a warning look) Nino…
Nino: (clears his throat, unfazed by Nathaniel’s glares) Anyway, enough beating around the bush. It’s time we all talk.
(Marc lifted his head off the table to give the “detective” an annoyed, tired look. His expression then turned into one of confusion as he took notice of the outfit that the young boy was wearing. The writer turned to look at Nathaniel with an eyebrow raised in confusion.)
Marc: Nath, why is Nino dressed as Sherlock Holmes?
Nathaniel: (sighs heavily and pinches the bridge of his nose) I have asked the same question, Marc.
Marc: Wait, does that mean you are supposed to be Watson?
Nathaniel: (shakes his head and glances annoyed at Nino) No, apparently I’m supposed to be “good cop”.
Marc: (tilts his tired head in confusion) Wait…(yawns)...I’m confused….(points to Nathaniel) If you’re “good cop”...(points to Nino) and you’re “Sherlock Holmes”....then who’s “bad cop”...or…what’s even going on here? What are you guys even doing?
Nathaniel: (smirks) Actually, Nino’s supposed to be the “bad cop”. The Sherlock Holmes cosplay is just Nino doing his own thing.
Marc: (gives Nino an incredulous look) You do realize your “Sherlock Holmes” cosplay doesn’t make any sense if you guys are doing “Good Cop, Bad Cop”, right? I mean, for one thing, Sherlock Holmes was far too intelligent and dignified to resort to such a cliche interrogation tactic that wasn’t even developed during his time! Not to mention that Sherlock Holmes didn’t even work for the British Police! Yes, they did work together on a few cases, specifically with Inspectors Lestrade and Gregson the most, but still-...
Nino: (slams his hand hard on the desk, startling Marc with a jump) That’s enough out of you! Nathaniel and I are the ones asking the questions here, Anciel!
Marc: (rolls his eyes) And I thought Jean was over dramatic…
Nino: (regains his composure and clears his throat again) Anyway, I hardly think that you’re in any position to judge my choices right now. After all, you’ve made some rather “questionable” decisions yourself recently, now have you?
Marc: Not more questionable than your choice of interrogation methods…or fashion…
Nino: Got nothing to say, huh? That’s fine, we’ll start things off then. (opens the manila folder) I don’t care to mince words with you, so I’m just going to come out and say it. (picks up three pictures from the folder) We all know that someone gave you coffee and we know that someone had to be someone who didn’t know that you couldn’t have coffee for reasons that we all know too well, i.e. one of these three prime suspects.
(Nino places all three photos in front of Marc. The first photo was of Zoé Lee, the second was a photo of Devin Nolan, and the third photo was of Noelle Odeja. Marc takes a brief look at the photos and averted his gaze away from the pictures.)
Marc: You don’t know what you’re talking about, Nino. You couldn’t even be more wrong. (smirks tiredly) That ridiculous hat you’re wearing might be too tight.
Nino: (smirks, unfazed by Marc’s remark) Seeing as though you still have enough energy to be cheeky, you’ll have no problem naming your supplier.
(Nathaniel rolls his eyes at Nino using the word “supplier” again.)
Marc: What makes you think that someone gave me the coffee? How do you know I didn’t just get the coffee myself?
Nino: You mean other than the fact that you’ve done this before?
Nathaniel: (places a hand gently on the writer’s shoulder) Marc, we know you didn’t get the coffee yourself. We know your moms won’t let you have coffee and for good reasons, too. (The writer shifted his eyes away from Nathaniel, but the artist continued.) We also know that the coffee you’ve been drinking is from your mama’s shop since you would never betray the family business by drinking coffee from a different coffee shop, which brings us to the ultimate reason why we know that someone bought the coffee for you. You would never even think of trying to steal coffee from your mama because too good of a person.
(Marc remained silent, knowing he couldn’t argue with their reasons given that they were right. Marc was raised too well to steal anything and would feel like a traitor if he tried to buy coffee from anywhere other than his mama’s shop. Nino noticed how quiet the writer had become and smiled a satisfied smirk.)
Nino: (smugly) I’ll take your silence as proof that we’re right. Now then, as we speak, our three prime suspects are currently being interrogated by my lovely partner and her best friend…
Marc: (rolls his eyes in annoyance) Great…Alya and Marinette are doing this too, huh? Let me guess, is Alya dressed up as well? Is she Watson? Or maybe she’s that reporter from New York who always writes about Majesta?
Nathaniel: (raises an eyebrow) C’mon Marc, it’s Alya.
Marc: Yeah, you’re right, Nath. (smirks at Nino) She doesn’t quite share the same flair for the overdramatic as other people do (snickers).
Nino: (slightly offended) Mock me all you want, Anciel. One way or another, we are going to find out the truth. We don’t care how long it takes. We’ll keep going all day and night if we have to.
Marc: (smiles smugly) We can’t stay on school grounds past five.
Nathaniel: And we’re not doing this any longer than forty minutes.
Nino: We’ll keep going till five if we have to.
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Detective Nino is on the case (whether anyone asks or not)! Anyway, hope you guys enjoyed this continuation of the "Why Marc Shouldn't Have Coffee" saga. I was going to do a full headcanon, but I decided to split it into parts since it was getting rather long. Probably a bit out of character for Marc to be a sarcastic, smart mouth in this headcanon, but in his defense, he's exhausted. Stay tuned for part two when we read about Alya interrogating the three suspects. Who do you think did the crime? Share your thoughts, opinions, and theories about the guilty party.
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Arkham AU: What's in a Name
Sea Enchantress: Hey, Max. I have to ask, why don't you use a code-
Croc King: Ondy, don't get him started!
Sea Enchantress: What? I was just asking why he just goes by Max instead of a codename.
(Max has the smuggest smile on his face.)
Max Luthor: I don't need to hide behind a silly stagename.
Jestress: Well, some of us want to add some flare to our crimes! Would Paris tremble in fear at the name "Marinette"? I don't think so.
Max Luthor: Yes, because I shake in my boots at the name "Jestress". Everyone knows ren-fare employees are the biggest terror in the city.
Jestress: Uh... I... you shut up!
Adri-Quin: You leave Miss J alone, egghead! I happen to find it charming!
Max Luthor: Adrien, your name doesn't even make sense. Adri-Quin?
Adri-Quin: Yeah! Like a harlequin! It fits with da aesthetic!
Jestress: *nuzzling him* That's exactly right, puddin'
Max Luthor: If your name was Harley, then I would understand. But it's not, it's Adrien.
(The Clown Princess of Crime and her Prince Harming stick their tongues out at Max and storm off.)
Enigma: Riddle me this, who's a giant prick whose name rhymes with tax?
Max Luthor: Not a riddle, Cesaire. You have a gimmick so stick with it.
Venom Bringer: *Snarling* Do I need to get Mylene to gas you again?
Max Luthor: (Looks sheepish) No! I'll be quiet now.
Based partly off of a convo between me and Artzy. Make sure to comment and reblog. @artzychic27 @msweebyness
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Cerebral Queen: Well what about Nightmare Weaver and Venom Bringer?!
Max Luthor: Mylene chose a name that was straight to the point, which I approve of.
Nightmare Weaver: Thank you, Max. Tonight I won't give you dreams about losing your hair.
Max Luthor: As for Ivan... I would suggest dropping "Bringer".
Venom Bringer: (Looking down sheepishly) "Venom" was already taken.
Arkham AU: What's in a Name
Sea Enchantress: Hey, Max. I have to ask, why don't you use a code-
Croc King: Ondy, don't get him started!
Sea Enchantress: What? I was just asking why he just goes by Max instead of a codename.
(Max has the smuggest smile on his face.)
Max Luthor: I don't need to hide behind a silly stagename.
Jestress: Well, some of us want to add some flare to our crimes! Would Paris tremble in fear at the name "Marinette"? I don't think so.
Max Luthor: Yes, because I shake in my boots at the name "Jestress". Everyone knows ren-fare employees are the biggest terror in the city.
Jestress: Uh... I... you shut up!
Adri-Quin: You leave Miss J alone, egghead! I happen to find it charming!
Max Luthor: Adrien, your name doesn't even make sense. Adri-Quin?
Adri-Quin: Yeah! Like a harlequin! It fits with da aesthetic!
Jestress: *nuzzling him* That's exactly right, puddin'
Max Luthor: If your name was Harley, then I would understand. But it's not, it's Adrien.
(The Clown Princess of Crime and her Prince Harming stick their tongues out at Max and storm off.)
Enigma: Riddle me this, who's a giant prick whose name rhymes with tax?
Max Luthor: Not a riddle, Cesaire. You have a gimmick so stick with it.
Venom Bringer: *Snarling* Do I need to get Mylene to gas you again?
Max Luthor: (Looks sheepish) No! I'll be quiet now.
Based partly off of a convo between me and Artzy. Make sure to comment and reblog. @artzychic27 @msweebyness
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I saw the ask about the DC couples based on the Valentine's Day Harley Quinn thing, And since you've confirmed that Ondine is June Moone in the DC/Arkham AU's, how did she and Croc Kim meet?
Kim: Oh, God. Okay, okay, I can’t believe we’re telling this story!
Ondine: *giggling* He just loves this story.
Kim: So, I was down by the Seine, just trying to destress and you know, be normal. Of course, that’s hard because… Well, you know. Then these guys from my old school drop by and start picking a fight. More students show up and start chanting “Beat the freak!” over and over.
Ondien: It was just awful.
Kim: Yeah, I don’t choose to look like this! *Ondine holds his hand* But, then this one suddenly rises out of the water like some sort of angel and encases them all in stone.
Ondine: Temporarily… For a month. Afterwards, Kim wanted to thank me, so he took me out for lunch, then again the next day, and they slowly turned into dates.
Kim: And here we are.
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