#marichatmay2021
Written for @marichatmay2021
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“Little kitty on a roof…all alone without his lady…”
A series of not-quite memories tumbled into place as the sad, melodic voice broke the eerie silence surrounding Marinette.
There was a timeline when Chat Noir had been akumatized and this was it. Chat Blanc was the one in this world with her.
The memories were hazy in her mind. The original Marinette’s reality had been changed by her actions, erasing this universal possibility from existence when it had come up, but the memories were still there. Time travel, reality rearranging, or whatever superhero science mumbo-jumbo was used to refer to it, what had happened to Chat Noir had still…happened; Ladybug’s original interference had just shifted it to another universe.
This universe.
Marinette frowned and rubbed at her temples. Her head was starting to pound again. This was all just a bit too much.
There were faded emotions attached to the memories.
Heartbreak.
Sorrow.
Fear.
And even though she could feel the dull tug of the emotions, they didn’t belong to her. Not anymore.
She was a different Marinette from the moment she’d been created. And since she was different, she figured there was no use hiding from Chat Blanc. It wasn’t like she really had anywhere to go with the watery expanse just below her anyway. A scene from a Ghibli movie, this place definitely was not.
She could make out his bright silhouette along the roof ledge a building past the one she was perched on. His shoulders were rounded forward and the long belt of his tail hung limply behind him.
She cleared her throat. “Chat?”
The singing abruptly stopped and she watched him tilt his head.
“I’m behind you,” she called out.
His spin was too fast to track. One second he was still facing away from her and the next, he was on his feet and looking across the expanse. His eyes were too blue against all of that white, even in the distance. She’d hardly dared to breath and then he was leaping across the space between them and suddenly in her space.
“It’s you!”
There was something off about his voice, or at least the voice she had to match Chat Noir. There was almost a sing-song quality to it now.
He circled her on all fours before standing up and moving into her space, his tail wrapping around her legs. “My princess, you’re here.” While still off, his tone was softer. “I can’t believe you’re here…” He cupped her cheek with a gloved hand and smiled.
She swallowed against the lump in her throat. She’d tried to convince herself that the original Marinette’s emotions didn’t belong to her, but being this close to Chat Blanc was proving that wasn’t entirely true.
“I’m not…I’m…” She reached up to her ear and felt the cool stone of one of the earrings. “I’m different.”
His clawed fingers covered hers and one tapped against the earring. “Empty.” His brow furrowed beneath his mask. “Wait, no. Not good.” He stepped back, tail slipping away with him, and grabbed at the sides of his hair. “Not good, Marinette, not good.” His voice rose in hysteria. “Chat Blanc messed up. Have to fix it. Have to fix it. Have to…”
She reached out for him. “Adrien?”
“No!” Blue eyes went wild in the starch white mask. “Not him! Not him anymore!”
“Okay, okay!” Marinette held both her hands out. “It’s okay, Chat. Just calm down. Uh, take a breath! We just need to breathe.”
“Fix this! Need the Miraculous! Have to go back!” He doubled over with a cry of pain. “Fix it!”
His hysteria bound her chest in panic, making it hard to breathe. “I don’t know how!”
“Bring them back…have to…”
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. Tears stung her eyes. “I can’t help…I’m not her, not really. I’m so sorry, Chat.”
Chat Blanc dropped to the rooftop with a sob. He curled in on himself and covered his head with his arms. Frantic, muffled words flew out of him and Marinette knelt down beside him as her heart dropped like he had.
“Killed her. Killed everyone. Everyone dead. Everyone dust. Everyone water. No fixing. No fixing.”
Written for @marichatmay2021
Part 1:
“You might survive this way. No promises though.”
Marinette wasn’t sure if Bunnyx actually thought her words were comforting when the rabbit hero spoke them, but there was no time to ask questions before she was dropped through a portal and left to fend for herself.
She was finding that life was proving to be rather like that most of the time, in the six hours since her creation, at least.
Rude and abrupt.
She didn’t like it.
A droplet of rain hit her cheek and Marinette scowled up at the cloudy sky.
“Figures,” she sighed.
Her memories were spotty, the sharpest ones beginning at the point the akuma copied the original Marinette and created her, but she knew a few things to be true.
One, she probably wasn’t completely human. Or maybe she was. She was created from magic and it was still iffy if she wasn’t going to go poof at any given moment. She felt real but maybe that couldn’t be trusted. In any light, that’s where the portal came into play.
After the akuma had been defeated, Bunnyx offered to take her and the other clones to different universes and timelines so they would possibly have chances at life that wouldn’t interfere with the current one where they’d appeared.
It sounded like a good deal at the time since Marinette liked the idea of suddenly NOT not existing when she’d only just began, but as the skies opened and rain poured down, it was hard not to wonder if it wouldn’t have been better to let her original erase her existence with the Miraculous Cure when all was said and done.
She rolled her shoulders back and lifted her chin. No. She wasn’t going to think like that. She was going to make a new life in this new place and everything would be fine.
She was Marinette Dupain-Cheng…kind of…and she was made of strong stuff.
The second thing she knew for a fact was that the woman she’d been copied from played superhero and was pretty good at it from what she could tell. She’d survived for years against akumas and amoks and all kinds of other villainous things. There was no reason she couldn’t do just the same as her predecessor.
And sure, she realized as she looked around the absolutely wrecked landscape, maybe she hadn’t exactly been dropped in the easiest of places to survive, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t!
Maybe there was a reason she was here, after all. The more she looked around, the more memories seemed to unlock and drop into place in her mind. It was still broken like a rushed Tetris round where the pieces didn’t quite fit together, but she was beginning to get a picture of where she was.
This had all happened before.
Or…it had been a possibility?
There was something or someone that was really important about this place. And she felt sad about it.
Not exactly a shining endorsement for her new home.
She closed her eyes against the pain beginning to thud in her left temple. She was freezing and drenched and her head was starting to hurt and she hadn’t even existed a whole day yet. It was hard but it was much too early to throw in the towel. She had to think.
The first thing she should do is find a shelter. It wasn’t going to do her any good to stand in the rain indefinitely.
With a determined huff, Marinette squared her shoulders and started walking forward…until she reached a ledge. So she was on a rooftop. That was interesting and more than a little terrifying.
Instead of roads, eerily still water sat down below the height of the building. In fact, the building was at least partly submerged. And when she looked around, she realized all the buildings were submerged at different points, the water right up against windows that should’ve only be accessible to birds in the world she knew. Some of the buildings were even slanted as if their foundations had started to give away.
There was a very serious temptation to freak out…and maybe she would give into it, but not yet.
Marinette took in a shaky breath and turned around. She needed to see what lie on the other side of the building ledge. Maybe there would be a way for her to get lower or find a way into a closer shelter from that angle.
She could do this. She could.
She was going to ignore the tears stinging her eyes for now and find a place to rest for a while.
It wasn’t a very complete plan, but it was a plan, and Marinette liked having a plan. That was something she knew for certain.
She was halfway across the rooftop when a sound caught her ear. It was familiar somehow and as the rain began to die down, it became clearer.
“Little kitty on a roof…all alone without his lady…”
MariChat May Day 3: Dirt
balcony beautification
I just want them to do friend nonsense together like fill a lil planter box and gossip.
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MariChat May Day 2: Ghibli AU (Howl’s Moving Castle)
“You’re a natural.”
It may be done a lot but I don’t think I personally have redrawn this particular scene so here you go. Probably my favorite Ghibli film and also book (please read the books)
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MariChat May Day 1: Rain
rainy day rendezvous
HELLO BABY WE’RE BACK AT IT AGAIN WITH THE MARICHAT MAY!! It’s been a long, LONG time but I’m trying to get back into the groove of making art more frequently
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