Ooh~ I Have A Cool Prompt Idea!

Ooh~ I have a cool prompt idea!

So anyway you know how like Superman likes to listen in whenever his name is being called?

Well... how about Chat le Minuet(my cat:Felix) said his name during an akuma attack, and says something along the lines, "We could REALLY use Superman right about now!" When they're like getting destroyed by an akuma. And Ladybug's like, "Well! We tried calling them(JL), and we get nothin'!"

Que Superman following the noise and finds literal kids fighting a... Weather girl? And he's just like 'what in the world...?'

Or Marinette says his name just to talk about her problems. As well as him finding Paris' situation while listening to a teenage girl in need of therapy.

I think might do this prompt!

P.P.S.- My English teacher is till waiting for answers!!!!

Still won’t, it’s only ao3 members only, but thx for trying! 😊

Hi 👋🏻, again! So, I’m looking for another fic this time it’s a DP crossover with DC. It’s where Danny goes missing and the infinite realms are going wild trying to look for him. The JL finds out that a king is missing try to go look for him as well. There’s also either Lucifer or Hades(I forget which one) involved.

There’s also the fact that the batfam find a ghost in their home(it’s Danny), and there’s a clock involved. John Constantine also got involved.

The Mockingbird of Paris

𝔹𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕆𝕟𝕖

Summary: 𝐌𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝: 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎.

Chapter 0 - Prologue

𝐅𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐨 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐.

A 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳 is defined as someone who has the compulsive urge to lie about matters big and small, regardless of the situation. Leila(Lila) Vittoria Rossi is one of these people.

For as long as she remembered Leila has targeted her the most. Only for the soul reason was because she called out her inconsistency in the false stories she told. Including all of the diseases/illnesses she supposedly has.

It irked her to see her peers—𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦—taking the side of someone they’ve only known for a few days, when they’ve known her for years. To her, it doesn’t make any sense. One 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 google search could’ve proven that all of her claims were not valid.

However, her coevals demonstrated that they could be more moronic than she head imagined. Instead of checking for facts—𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘰 *𝘢𝘩𝘦𝘮* 𝘈𝘭𝘺𝘢 *𝘢𝘩𝘦𝘮*—they chose to believe someone off of plain assumptions.

For someone who’s doing journalism as their career, they should know that rule number one is to always search for the truth. No matter what. Unless you want to be a 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘪𝘥, then go right ahead! Yet, Alya doing this just proves that she’s a bad journalist.

Regardless of that, she still at least have one friend—𝘴𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥—that she can count on when times are tough. She’s getting tired though. Tired, anxious, and stressed. Especially since she has her duties as one of the guardians of Paris.

It gets too much sometimes. So much so that she can’t take it anymore. After two more years of this constant trend she decided it was time to ask her parents about transferring to another school.

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𝙼𝚊𝚢 𝟹𝟶𝚝𝚑, 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟷 𝚃𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙱𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎 𝙿𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎

The gentle patter of water hitting against the window helped calm her nervousness by just a tad. The trickled water cascaded down at an accelerating rate. The rain always brought flashes of memories. Both the food and the bad. It just depended on her mood. Today, was like most days ever since Leila came.

Her closet nowadays referenced to that. Currently she’s wearing a pink fluffy down-string hoodless hoodie with one pocket attached/across her stomach area. Her pants were light grey leggings, while her socks—𝘴𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦—are white and elongated to the middle of her calves. Her navy black hair was loosely tied in a low half up ponytail. Her bluebell eyes shun with no emotion as she focused on the soft humming of the melody buzzing in her ears. The porcelain skin she bore turned a blush red around her cheeks and eye bags. It was a reminisce of her trying not to breakdown earlier. In her pocket was Tikki who put a comforting hand(?) on her, attempting to ease her worries.

She waited for her parents to get home from the grocery store so that she can have a conversation with them. She was impatient really. She at least found a lycèe that’s close by.

Roseheart Academy, a school for the arts and prestigious individuals. It’s a lycèe for the gifted, the strive to hone the student’s ability to the best of their potential. Another reason why she chose this lycèe was because of its strict no bullying policy. After her wrongful expelling at François Dupont she thought it wise to look at that for her reseauon different lycèes. Or at least make it her primary, and all the other offerings secondary. This lycèe seemed to reinforce it profusely and promptly. She’s grateful for that.

A soft jingle of a bell startled her out of her chaotic thoughts. It was the bell to their patisserie door. It was amazing how a measly sound could cancel the control of the stupor you were put in.

“Maman? Papa? Can I speak to you?” she asked, her voice just above a whisper. “Sure thing Marinette. Let us put our groceries away first.” her Maman responded while she headed toward their food storage. “Alright, may I help?” she asked, taking the bags from her papa’s forearms. She figured she’d offer a hand as it would get done faster. “Of course sweetie. We’d be happy to have your help.” her papa said with a gleeful smile.

It took about 15 minutes to put them all away, and in that 15 minutes she was contemplating on how she can start this talk with her parents. So far she was in between being nonchalant about it, or being a rambling mess like she usually is. She took a deep breath in before saying, “Maman, papa, I’ve decided that I want to transfer schools.” They looked at her in uncertain worry. “Are you sure Marinette?” her maman questioned her. “Yes, I’ve already picked out a lycèe. It’s called Roseheart Acade—Roseheart Academy?! But what about the cost?” her papa interrupted her. “I was planning on getting a scholarship.” she responded, easing her parents worry.

Maman and papa glanced at each other before looking back at her. “Do you have a back up if you don’t get the scholarship?” She nodded her head up and down as her form of saying yes. “Alright honey, we understand.” her maman said.

In the end, she was glad of being rid of Leila and her flock of sheep. No matter if this allows her(Leila) to win unconditionally.

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@𝐌𝐃𝐂𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ☑️

𝙶𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘’𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚁𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙰𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚢!

𝟔.𝟓 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬

Yo, it’s been awhile.

I’m looking for a fic where Bruce Wayne basically replaces Lois Lane, and the Injustice universe is merging with the DC universe or something like that