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nervousbelieverstarfish · 5 hours

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Part 206 of my bakery “enemies” au!

THE END!! I can't believe I finally completed this. When I first started this comic, I had no idea that it would end up being this long. A little over 3 years and over 200 parts, so around 2000 panels. (My folder that holds all my files relating to this comic is 3 GB with 2,017 items....). I honestly can't believe that I managed to stick around to the end of this. Thank you all so much for the support, I never imagined that so many people would care about this comic when I started it!

Of course, there are still some loose threads. The kwamis and Nathalie for example, but the core of this series has always been about the emotional conflict between Marinette and Adrien, and that has been resolved. I have some epilogue ideas to cover those loose ends, but this comic has already taken so much of my time and I'm not sure I want to promise that I'll get around to it. ... But who knows. Maybe!

For now, Adrien and Marinette will get some long-deserved rest.

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Kofi

#the end of an era

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nervousbelieverstarfish · 7 days

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#i feel called out

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nervousbelieverstarfish · 7 days

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How zionists talk about the murder of 4, 8 and 10 years old children

#this is sickening

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nervousbelieverstarfish · 7 days

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nervousbelieverstarfish · 8 days

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i know ladybug only asked joan of arc but what i wouldn’t have given to see her KEEP asking every single past holder. just going through all of them like HEYYYYYYY did you ever share any romantic tension with the holder of the black cat miraculous. have you ever needed to kiss them to save them from the effects of an akuma. ever found out your greatest deepest desire was to spend the rest of your life with them in holy matrimony. every time someone asks her why any of this is relevant or goes ‘no wtf…?’ she rolls her eyes and selects the next holder to talk to. some holders get forced to witness her 64 slide powerpoint presentation on why dating chat noir is such a good perfect awesome idea actually <- accompanied with 217 pictures of him looking soooo cute and rawrrrrr, sourced from her own camera roll and anything good she found on the internet

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nervousbelieverstarfish · 8 days

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I had an image of chat noir open on Pinterest as a reference but with the way iPads work he’s just always open and one accidental swipe he’ll appear. So for the best of three hours this has been my browsing experience.

#this is so funny #lmao

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nervousbelieverstarfish · 13 days

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The world of Miraculous Ladybug is such a psychological horror like imagine if feeling negative emotions left you vulnerable to a super villain posessing you at any time like what horrid circumstances to live under

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nervousbelieverstarfish · 14 days

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nervousbelieverstarfish · 14 days

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Reblog if I can go on your page and write stupid things in your ask box whenever I'd like to.

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nervousbelieverstarfish · 15 days

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By LabradoriteKing on Pinterest

#reblog to save a writer

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nervousbelieverstarfish · 17 days

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Part 188 of my bakery “enemies” au!

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Kofi

#the transition here is beautiful

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nervousbelieverstarfish · 22 days

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The last time you had a play-date came and went without acknowledgement. One day you climbed down the tree, tied your shoes back on and dragged your feet along the floor of your friend’s house, unhappy to leave the fun but mostly sure you’d be back for more. You rested your head against the car door, bounced along as you rode home, unaware there would never be another time. Yes maybe you met with this friend again but it was a ‘hang-out’ now and there was no treehouses and imaginary cars, no Barbie’s and stuffed toys. One day you played for the last time as a truly care-free child and you never noticed it ending. You will never climb into that treehouse again. They tore it down two years ago, the damp had rotted the wood.

#so you chose to make me cry at *checks clock* 6:20 AM #thank you very much

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nervousbelieverstarfish · 22 days

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Agreste family

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nervousbelieverstarfish · 23 days

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pretend this is a good caption

#angsty food #yummy yum yum

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nervousbelieverstarfish · 23 days

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And once again the day is saved, thanks to the Powerpuff Girls

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nervousbelieverstarfish · 25 days

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“So you have an English interview tomorrow?”

“Yes,” She mutters, ignoring Tikki as she flutters about. There really isn’t anything to panic about, it’s just a sore throat. She’s checking the gas has come on under the pan when Tikki swoops down, touching her hand (well what she calls hands, more end of limb) to her forehead.

“You’re boiling.”

“I need you to get out of the way so I can get this pan to boil.”

Tikki titters and complains but gets out of the way as mercifully the old gas stove ignites. Marinette straightens, trying not to ruminate on the sudden light headedness as she grabs the olive oil. She isn’t sick. It’s just a cough.

“You need to call in sick to reschedule.”

“No. You only get one shot. The examiner has to go back to England at the end of the week,” she rasps. It’s a wonderful quirk of her college course that 40% of the final grade for her English language class is decided in one twenty minute interview, time slotted over the course of three days. Three incredibly missable days if one thing goes array. But she won’t miss it because she

Isn’t

Sick.

The oil spits out hot flecks, flying onto her exposed arms. She hisses, drawing her hands into her chest. The oil bubbles.

“I’m sure there’s another option.”

Marinette faces Tikki with what she hopes is a withering glare. Six years at her side and Tikki had yet to grasp certain human qualities. For one, sometimes life is going to suck. Other times, you just can’t be sick.

“There isn’t. If I was sick, which I am not, I’d have to do it even if every word felt like sandpaper.” She pauses, finding it difficult to speak for a moment. “I’d do it dead.”

She slides in the cut up chicken with her knife, evening it all out across the pan. Her head pounds with a needle like headache. It’s just bad air, that’s all.

Tomorrow will be different

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Marinette when she really doesn’t need to be sick right now thank you very much.

(Totally not based on my life right now. I definitely don’t have a speaking exam coming up with what feels like nettles in my throat. This is just writing practice, no venting has occurred xD)

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