Miraculous Multimouse And Viperion : The Tails Of The Unlucky Cat ( Name Still A Working Progress)

Miraculous Multimouse and Viperion : the tails of the unlucky cat ( name still a working progress)

Destruction and creation have always been together since the beginning. With the cat Miraculous in the wrong hand's it's up to Frances newest hero's to stop the evil chatte.

Marinette is your average every day girl who goes to a private school for artist. But a that changes when she has to find the ladybug Miraculous and get the cat Miraculous back as well as a few others.

At least this Miraculous mouse isn't alone 

AO3

Chapter 1: Origins part 1

 "So...what are you ?" A figure hidden in the shadows of a moonlit room asked as a small black floating cat-like creature. The only color that was able to be seen was brilliant emerald green eyes. In the figure’s hands was a black ring and a single red with black spotted earing. It looked similar to a ladybug and was small in size. The black floating cat would remain silent as it looked down at the small single ladybug looking earring. " Plagg I'm not asking again I need a straight answer. " The shadowed figure’s voice was authoritative but firm.

".... I'm a kwami and that is my Miraculous...kawai have the ability to grant the user of their miraculous abilities to animal.  I can grant my user powers of misfortune and chaos due to my nature as a black cat.... That's the ladybug Miraculous, it can grant luck and creation. When brought together, they give the user ultimate power. I don't advice using it ...the cost is often to high a price, " the shadowed figure then turn its head to the window before humming almost in a calculating like manner." Kwami… can they feel pain if their inside their Miraculous ?"

That one line made Plagg growl lowly, making no move. " Not that I know of. " the figure resolved to stand up before placing the earrings in a locket around their neck and hid it under their shirt.

" How do I use your powers ?" . The small black cat god refused to say something for a few minutes before answering reluctantly "’Claws out’ to transform and ‘claws in’ detransform," he said in a somber tone waiting for his new user to use him and start havoc, only to be surprised when they patted his head lightly and walked out of the room. "We'll talk more tomorrow...but for now I have some things I need to look into. " They left Plagg alone in the cloud moonlit room. His normally playful gaze would be blank due to the worry being the most prominent thing in his gaze as well as suspicion. Just what type of holder does he have...and how could he get that part of Tikki’s Miraculous back. " Forgive me sugar cube... " He mumbled in a somber tone.

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A young girl around fourteen with dark blue hair would grown as she moved to sit up. Her expression would be similar to someone who hasn't slept in days. Maybe she has or maybe she hasn't slept enough. Her bluebell eyes would faintly adjust to the light seeping into her room as she smiled almost In a gentle manner. She finally woke up by herself!

What a accomplishment. The young girl would quickly move around the room getting her things ready. Frantic movement was seen from the young girl as she put on a uniform for a very prestigious art school. Her uniform consisted of a pleated gray plaid skirt, a navy blue jacket;and pink tights. Her shoes were Marie Jane shoes that were simple and easy to get on.

Shed stop for a moment before grabbed a broach she made for herself. She remembered how her grandmother gave the single earring to to her and told her how ladybugs meet good luck. Ever since she got it, she felt warm and positive energy coming from the earring, almost as if it was alive.

After her grandmother left on another one of her many adventures, Marinette gathered her materials and made the single earring a broach.

Marinette quickly placed it in on her blazer before running down the stars, grabbing a box of freshly baked sweets, kissing her mother's and father's cheek and running out the store "Bye mom! Bye dad! I'm off to school!" she yelled,  not stopping for anything until she got to the stoplight. She'd would then noticed a old man crossing the road. In a panic and fear she dropped her pastries and moved to pull the old man to the side she was on.

Unfortunately for the young girl, she tripped once she got the man to the other side causing some of the sweets to fall all over to place. The box ended up on her head while some of the sweets ended up on her lap and around her. "Are you alright mister?" she asked smiling as she looked a little distressed. " Yes, I am. Thank you. " he said, smiling as he took a baked good out of the box and took a bite, his eyes lingering on the ladybug-like earring incorporated in the brooch. He watched as the young girl moved to pick up what was left of the baked goods and took off running. His expression was one of someone who had found something he lost.

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Luka Couffaine hummed softly as he walked towards his school. His dark blue blazer and his shirt were open, his headphones on as he continued to walk to school at a slow and leisurely pace since he wasn't in any hurry. After all he was late anyways well...at least he knew he would be. He'd stopped walking once he felt a small figure rush into him from behind. Blinking in bewilderment he looked down at a blue hair girl who had her hair in a bun and wore the same uniform as him.

"I-I’m sorry! H-how clumsy of me ! Um...I didn't hurt you right? Please tell me I didn't hurt you! Oh, it’s my first day at school and I'm already being clumsy!" The girl said as she rambled, looking flustered and distracted. To Luka, he couldn't help but find it cute after she apologized, so he decided to help her along.

" No worries, I'm alright, though it kinda looking like your pastries aren't," he said, calmly watching as she sighed.

"It's fine, they kinda got squished due to my clumsiness..." she said, looking away in embarrassment.

"Luka Couffaine," he said, holding out his hand, catching her attention again.  "Should I call you clumsy since that's what you said or - ?" He joked like the slight flush on the blue haired girl’s face.

"O-oh n-no no no no ! I'm, I’m just Ma-Ma—”

“Ma-ma?”

“—Marinette! That is—” Marinette turns red, “That’s my name! Marinette—I’m just Marinette!”

" Well just Ma-Ma-Marinette, it's nice to meet you, " Luka said as he smiled down at the flustered Marinette, who then pulled out one of the two macaroons to him.

"Again...I'm really sorry," she said, before moving to run again, heading for school, only stopping once she got into the classroom she was meant to be in. Surprisingly she made it just in time.  She'd looked around the class, noticing a few kids were already here. Two that caught her attention were a blonde male and female they looked slightly alike. The female had a long braid while the male had his hair combed back, making him look professional. Slightly nervous, Marinette played with the ribbon in her hair holding her bun before sitting down in a random seat.

My heart.

Ow.

The Jedi in Yoda’s vision of a world at peace say so much about who he is. 

I plan on extensively yelling about Yoda’s visions in the immortality arc in the future, but for now please consider this.

Okay, getting this quick remark out of the way: it’s Katooni (the little Tholothian girl) who guides Yoda there. Children are a symbol of innocence, and what’s interesting is that Yoda takes her hand without hesitation after seeing all of the Jedi dead (and specifically Mace, Petro and Ahsoka). Throughout this scene here Yoda is the one asking questions and Katooni is the one answering - she speaks slowly and patiently, almost as if she’s talking to a youngling. –> The embodiment of wisdom manifested to Yoda (in a vision meant to tempt him through his dearest wishes) is a child. Talk about humility. 

Now please pay attention to the Jedi in the background. 

Here, the three Jedi right in the center of the set are Mace, Ahsoka and Petro - the exact three Jedi Yoda just saw dead and cried over (boy, s6 is so much fun, isn’t it?). So a significant part of Yoda’s deepest dreams is seeing other Jedi safe. He knows how to let go - that’s what this whole scene is about - but he still very much yearns for his fellow Jedi’s safety and happiness. 

Onto the even sadder part: have you noticed what’s going on here? Younglings are playing around, and the older Jedi are all talking. Quinlan with Saesee Tiin, Tera Sinube with Gungi, Anakin with Aayla Secura, and Mace with Ahsoka. And not just talking, look at the gif above! Mace is openly laughing at whatever Ahsoka said.

And Ahsoka looks at him like this. (Again, this is right after Yoda’s vision of her dying, desperately asking how the Council could expel her.)

One of Yoda’s greatest hopes is seeing Ahsoka happy with her fellow Jedi, at ease with the embodiment of authority that is Mace. 

Yoda loves Mace - he’s the first person he reaches for in the vision of the devastated Temple - and he loves Ahsoka, and part of his greatest temptation? Is to see the rift between the lost child of the Order and its Head healed. 

Same thing with Quinlan - the known loose cannon - and Saesee - another Council member. And Tera Sinube is an elder Jedi, talking to a youngling. And Aayla is “just” a Knight, almost a random one, and Anakin is chatting with her.

This follows a pattern: the rogue and the conventional, the very old and the very young, the common and the extraordinary - each pair shows opposites enjoying each other’s company, differences embraced. 

(Anakin talking to Aayla instead of sticking to Obi-Wan’s side like he does in the real world is especially interesting - he’s part of the community here, not ostracizing himself like he tends to do. Again, for this to be part of Yoda’s great temptation says so much about how caring he is. He wants Anakin to belong, more than anything.)

And finally, we get this: 

(I couldn’t make this part into a gif because of technical reasons, so enjoy the beautiful family picture.)

Once again we find that central theme of healing and wholeness. This part is what convinces Yoda to briefly let go of his (well-founded) doubts and to embrace the vision. It’s his biggest, greatest, deepest desire. The one that could have made him abandon reality itself to stay in this idyllic dream. It’s his unbroken lineage, happy, in the light. 

Yoda just wanted them all to be a family. Obi-Wan clearly adores Dooku in this scene (check it out, his awestruck look is amazing), their body language is incredibly warm and open, and they are completely at ease with each other and delighted to be sharing stories. It just screams domestic life.

And that’s it, that’s all Yoda ever wanted. For the young and the old to be content together, a community bathed in light, the gardens filled with the sound of windchimes and the laughter of children. He just wanted to have his family alive and safe and smiling. 

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Dammit, I love this frog grandpa so much *sobs*

Mood

tfw someone calls you their friend for the first time

- slams hand down on the table -

So mandolin culture is fucken awesome. Not only do they love and care for family or clans they also care about thier kid's and take in foundlings. But i have to ask. What happens when a child is force sensitive ? Do they like get protective of said child since the possibility of them being tacken can and will happen ? Dose the whole clan prepare for a fight?

I need to know.

being a self-taught artist with no formal training is having done art seriously since you were a young teenager and only finding out that you’re supposed to do warm up sketches every time you’re about to work on serious art when you’re fuckin twenty-five

still not over how much I love this