I Need More Eldritch Au, Like How Is Marinette Feeling About Becoming A God? Demigod? An Avatar?

I need more eldritch au, like how is Marinette feeling about becoming a god? demigod? an avatar?

How does it influence Adrien or Garbiel?

Does Garbiel also get positive "side effects" or is misusing Norro slowly cursing him?

Also, can Kagami predict weather or influence it?

Miraculous, but a bit eldritch and also Kagaminette

Marinette was an enigma.

Maybe that was too far, but the other words wouldn’t come to mind. Kagami looked to the girl, and wondered.

Marinette exaggerated her clumsiness. Plausible deniability, she had whispered when she thought no one could hear her. An excuse for the bruises.

Kagami had been moved to the school after long hours of asking (begging). She could observe her “love rival” more closely this way. She could almost ignore the knowing sighs as someone talked about their akumatised form, how Marinette could gently push a conversation away from the identity of the hero’s of Paris and onto baking or some other menial thing, how Marinette had caught Alyas head just before it hit the table when she passed out that one time. She had moved with too much grace, too much purpose. Almost like she was expecting it, but that wouldn’t make sense because Marinette is clumsy and a little bit scatterbrained.

Occasionally, Kagami would watch Marinette sniff the air, and snap her head towards something unknown. Her gentle whisper of “akuma” to whoever was closest was barely perceptible. Kagami realised that she was trying to put the idea into someone’s head, so that they would be the one to shout “RUN RUN AKUMA ALERT” or something of the sort.

Marinette was protective, she could move with frightening speed when someone was hurt. When someone in another class had a seizure in the bathroom, it was Marinette who found them. No one else even knew that they had gone, but somehow Marinette was there. She made up some joke about a “baker sense”, and the questions fell away.

She always seemed to be looking down on people though. Not in a negative way, but in a more exasperated guardian angel way. She knew almost everything about everyone but people didn’t really know Marinette past the facade. She was floating above it all, things bothered her sure but she could reel in her emotions so fast any bad emotions were imperceptible. Sometimes she would stare at someone, considering them. That person would almost always have an akuma running after them, and Marinette was always there to stop it.

It was almost as if she could sense emotions. But that wasn’t right. She was just more perceptive than anyone have her credit for.

Ladybug and Chat Noir were also enigmas, but they seemed older. No one could quite say what they looked like, despite knowing that they only wore domino masks. Everyone knew that they should be well aware of what the hero’s identities were, but the head spin and ache behind the eyes whenever you tried to look deeper than the surface was unbearable. Some sort of glamour, or maybe they were something else.

There were conspiracies about their true identities. Some outlandish. The claims of them not being human were the worst, talking about them being heralds of the apocalypse or some eldritch gods. They were wrong, obviously. But some conspiracies talked about them being human, at one point, but being changed by the jewels that hawkmoth coveted.

Ideas like this terrified Kagami, herself a wielder of a miraculous. She wondered if she was being changed every time she was called to battle fantastical beasts that were also the citizens of Paris.

Granted, Kagami had always been liked being warm, maybe needing to sleep with twice as many blankets was normal. Nothing cold blooded about that. Her unusual appetite for raw meat was also excusable, she was Japanese after all, sushi was in her culture. Her mother seemed pleased that she was taking even more of an interest in her cooking.

She had heard tales of people going into cardiac arrest, mostly journalists who had come close to revealing the identities of any of the miraculous users. Seemingly, only miraculous holders could reveal identities. Alya got a nose bleed when she tried to bounce ideas off the class about who hawkmoth was. Marinette was there to catch her.

Back to pondering Marinette, after a long akuma battle and a short nap. Kagami wanted to observe her further, and them being friends was a good enough excuse. Kagami tried to ignore the way Marinettes eyes bore into her as she walked towards her.

“A fencing spar? Why not?”

So the date was set. Not a date! Absolutely not Kagami was not gaining a growing crush on her they’re were love rivals.

Still, wouldn’t hurt to flirt a bit, nothing like practicing your skills on a beautiful girl to prepare to flirt with a beautiful guy…. It was a good plan alright!

The day came quickly, and to be honest Kagami wasn’t expecting much. Maybe a win to confirm that her suspicions were false, and that Marinette was just very clumsy. And at first, that’s just what happened. Marinette falling face first onto the mat, Kagami laughing as she helped her up. Twice. Then they started sparring properly. For Kagami at least.

But the tensing of Marinettes muscles told her something, and the nervous glance every time their swords met confirmed it. She was holding back. And not because she didn’t think that Kagami could take it. No, Marinette was holding back because she was scared. Scared of hurting someone.

And Kagami told her as such. Told her (then yelled) to stop holding back. That she could take it. The yelling was too far, Kagami knew that as the words left her mouth. But Marinette froze, and clutched the side of her head.

Then ran at Kagami, knocking her to the floor. She tried to fight back, but Marinette was so strong and not fully present. She looked like she had seen a ghost, pinning Kagami to the floor. The white of her fencing uniform was enough to stop it from hurting, because of course the day she had a scheduled spar her red one would need repairs.

Kagami could just about keep Marinettes hands off her throat, and she noticed some things. One; Marinette looked terrified and angry and lost all at the same time, two; she had a light scar just under her eye (where a domino mask would sit). And three: she looked beautiful, and desperate.

It took thirty seconds for Marinette to snap out of it. Kagami knew this, because she counted every agonising milisecond.

But Marinette fell away, clutching at her head again, breathing hard and uneven. Tears were streaming down her face, dripping onto the mat. And Kagami, Kagami shuffled over and held her. Let her tears soak into her lamé. Let her croaky whispers of sorry be muffled against her hair.

Kagami practically forced her to sleepover after that. They had planned to anyway, but Marinette had tried to wiggle out of an explanation. The bags under her eyes didn’t help her case, nor did the limp she was now actually showing rather than masterfully covering up. She laughed meekly, and said she hadn’t packed any clothes. Kagami told her that she could borrow hers.

Holding her hand, partly for comfort but also to stop her from running away, they entered Kagamis house. Her mother was out for the night, so they had free reign. Kagami ordered way too much Pizza, but Marinette had laughed when it arrived so she didn’t mind.

Full, drowsy and the days evens all but forgotten, Kagami asked what happened. Marinettes face had darkened at that, mind clearly running through excuses that would be believable without causing concern. She didn’t get to answer.

Something red and fast and smelling of cookies appeared from her pocket. And Marinette looked mortified. Kagamis head spun, and she realised just what that red thing was.

“A kwami?!”

Oh that came out far to incredulously. She cleared her throat.

“You’re a kwami, aren’t you. Like Longg”

The red thing nodded, turned to Marinette, made some wild gesture, and disappeared again.

Everything made sense. Marinettes little oddities, the bruises, the scars, the limp was from ladybug being thrown off a roof just an hour prior to their spar. That made Kagami feel guilty, she should’ve noticed. Marinette just looked at her kindly, a bit sad but kindly.

She was ladybug. And the mantle of Ladybug was some eldritch being, a God of creation. Older than everything but destruction. That should have terrified Kagami, but it didn’t. She felt comforted, but she knew that the feeling was Marinettes doing. Maybe subconscious. Probably not.

Kagami busied herself, wrapping Marinettes sprained (it was broken earlier) ankle in a compress, wiping the tears and leftover makeup off her face with a softness that surprised her. Not Marinette though. Kagami wondered if she could be surprised by anything.

They chatted after that, talking about all sorts, schoolwork, teachers, books, tv shows, the theological repercussions of there being a literal God of creation and destruction and the possible societal effects of revealing them. Marinette joked about being the Avatar, like the anime.

She then fell asleep on Kagamis shoulder while the episode about the egg tart was playing. Her soft snores tussled Kagamis hair, and she felt incredibly loved and safe again. They both slept easy after that.

Kagami awoke to Marinette climbing through the window. An akuma, of course. Appeared late in the night and didn’t go till the early hours of the morning. She looked tired, and Kagami drew back the covers to let her slip in next to her again. The body heat was nicer than the blankets anyway.

Their relationship evolved from there. Marinette liked physical contact, especially when she was in the throes of an episode, and Kagami was all to happy to give it freely. The calm that resonated off her was intoxicating. Kagamis favourite thing to do was watch her while she was concentrated, she seemed more human at those times. Tongue sticking out slightly, squinting at the maths paper before her. She could have asked the old god that hid in her pocket for help, but said that was cheating so she didn’t.

Sometimes Marinette would get flashes of memories. Not from her life, but from the previous holders of the miraculous Ladybug. Memories of love, pain, mostly pain the life of a holder was filled with danger. Sometimes Kagami would get memories too, extended use of the dragon miraculous would do that. Hers were usually more volatile, the holders of the dragon being less powerful than the creation or destruction mantle. Marinette held her hand even as she squeezed it hard enough to break.

Marinette healed quick anyway, yet another perk of the Ladybug.

Kagami grounded her, with a hand, with a hug, with a kiss when nothing else worked. The kiss was nice, the feeling of safe just seeping further into her being. She didn’t call them girlfriends, more like some demigod and their enchanted mortal partner. Marinette called them girlfriends though, so Kagami followed suit soon after. The class was surprised, shocked, except Adrien.

Alix tried to get them to break up, but Marinette muddled and fogged her with her words and suddenly they forgot why they were even trying to break them up. An abuse of her powers, but a needed one. The subtle red glow behind her pupils grew when she smiled. No one else tried anything after Alix. Lila wanted to, Kagami could tell, but she couldn’t seem to get within five feet of them. Or Adrien. Oh well, they both liked the boy, nothing wrong with giving him a few dating tips to get the couffaine boy. Him and Marinette shared a knowing look, a friendly smile.

It felt like the meeting of two gods. But that wasn’t right. Adrien couldn’t be chat noir.

Oh goddamn it. Kagami you’ve got to stop falling for the holders of ancient eldritch gods who are slowly being changed by the very jewels that hold the gods.

Thank you if you read this far, sorry if it was confusing and way to waffley, ive been listening to TMA and reading TES lore.

Aah I wrote that post right before bed and wasn’t thinking straight. It’s just Witch Sam, like I was thinking “magic Sam” and it turned into Magical Girl Sam.

I mean, she is still a girl (well a teen but you know), she uses magic and is magical. Also, that sounds like the perfect way for Danny to tease her.

The core personally doesn’t care because it’s a being that exists without a body and has no innate sense of gender. So far I’ve used both they and it. Any suggestions are welcome.

I have 2 suggestions/inspirations:

Opera-san from "Welcome to Demon School Iruma-kun". Opera doesn't have a specified gender and is a security demon working for MC's grandfather (Opera is kinda like Alfred from Batman). Anyway, I saw a post about headcanon(I think it could be canon) that Opera acknowledge whatever gender Iruma and his grandpa say because Opera respects them. But if anyone else asks them well... Opera enjoys their confusion and suffering and I think it would be neat if Core play on the nerves of some of the mortals similarly.

Her royal highness, King in yellow, Heiress of Carcosa, Estir form the game "Sucker for Love: First Date" main eldritch abomination of the 2nd date. This part isn't that much about gender, but the fact that Core has a humanoid form. The way Estir, who is an eldritch goddess exists, is similar to the way Core exists here, at least I think so. But to quote her highness herself:

So in a way, I am the bewitching goddess you see before you, the plant Carcosa, and it's light.

To paraphrase, Core could say that she is a bewitching goddess Danny see before him, the Ghost Zone, and it's Core.

Danny trying to introduce the Core to his friends and family would be hilarious. 😂 I have to do that now, which inspires me to do an entire arc of the Core trying to do the human thing with him if that’s what it’ll take.

May I suggest Core being confused at the start about why Danny like those humans (Jazz, Sam and Tucker), but at the end, Core is like:

And states as a matter of fact that she and Danny will keep them for the rest of eternity (maybe Danny needs to persuade her that making them ghost right now would be impolite). They could also adopt Dani when she finally shows up.

Ok quick questions: is magical girl Sam still goth and is her magical girl outfit gothic? (Also why Danny is dead dead?)

More importantly can the core in the core x danny fic asume humanoid form? because I want to see Danny intoducing them/her/him/it, whichever pronouns core's preferes [maybe it goes with whatever Danny's preferes that would be cute], to Jazz at the dinner (oblivious parents could also be there).

Aah I wrote that post right before bed and wasn’t thinking straight. It’s just Witch Sam, like I was thinking “magic Sam” and it turned into Magical Girl Sam. 😂

You can read my first wip of Witch Sam here. The setting is Danny died in the portal accident and he is a ghost haunting the old Fentonworks place. Sam is a young witch with a love for the spooky so she’s checking out the place. See the wip for their first interaction and dynamic.

They become friends and Sam feels bad for him, so she attempts to bring him back — it makes him a reverse halfa, and that’s where the fun hijinks come in.

On Coremates I answered DP-Marvel’s ask here, but yeah, they assume a human appearance. Right now I’m using ever changing pronouns, mostly they, but probably the Core will use she/her for courting Danny at first. I haven’t completely decided yet. The core personally doesn’t care because it’s a being that exists without a body and has no innate sense of gender. So far I’ve used both they and it. Any suggestions are welcome.

Danny trying to introduce the Core to his friends and family would be hilarious. 😂 I have to do that now, which inspires me to do an entire arc of the Core trying to do the human thing with him if that’s what it’ll take.

Thanks for the ask!

Image a necromancer reviving an ancient ruler/general (known for being a workaholic) to lead their army and they are just: "What in the "I'll rest when I'm dead" did you not understand?!"

awakening the undead is an irredeemable sin. not for any spiritual or religious reasons, it's just really shitty to wake people up when they're finally getting some good rest

Listen to my ramblings, let me spin you a thread...

It was in 1770s when flames of revolutions were about to burn,

when a boy named Daniel by birth and Danny by friends end up dead...

His parents enlighted ideas blinded them to their price,

So now their son pays for their vice.

He died in his friends arms as they held him close,

He came back half way for those who cared the most.

Portal to the realm beyond now stands open for the wraiths to cross,

Now Phantom and his fright are only ones to stop those chalks.

And I can't rythme for the love of... Something important... Give me a bit of slack english is my 2nd language and it is almost 4 am for me...

So yup, Danny Phantom au where action is set in Polish Lithuanian Commonwealth (because I said so and Sam being jewish would be difficult elsewhere and I am Polish you americans can have other actually good aus I am stealing Danny for this one). Some headcannons

Tucker is son of merchant family, he likes new inventions and discoveries like ballons and will probably start industrial revolution early

Sam as in cannon is jewish, but she is also intrested in folklore (to spite her elitist parents) and she loves painting. Yes she will have magic.

Fentons are really minor nobles who love Enlightenment a bit to much and combined science with folklore magic.

Jazz is just trying to keep her brother save and read about voltaire. Maybe invent psychology in her free time.

Vlad is an upstart magnats who makes dealings with Russia, after Fentons left him on the verge of death in the aftermath of their experiment and he had to earn money to rebuild his family's glory somehow, right?

Undergrowth is "just" a Leshy

Some new ghost from all the wars from Century of the Wars

Ghost king Danny deal with ghost politics and even worse polish politics as both Phantom and Fenton.

GiW are a cult, Russian lackies or both.

We need more AUs set in other time periods. As in, canon is just in another time period.

I now have ancient Greece au and 19th century Spiritualism au planned.

Come on, Phandom. Let’s get our act together.

Well well well, wouldn't that be swell

Okay fuck it if this post reaches 666k notes by the end of 2023 I'll practise basic self care

Why 666k? Because it's funny and impossible so good fucking luck

I forgot I wrote this... in my defence, it was 3 a.m. and I wrote that on my phone.

Well in for a penny in for this abomination.

"Ah! I'm up, I'm up!" - Hypnos, Hades

Time Miraculous is too OP and confusing, but I like the umbrella and pocket watch and Fluff is adorable.

And thus Dreams replaced time.

Miraculous of Dreams was created a long, long, time ago in Troy, THE TROY

This may make you wonder "why it looks like a pocket watch?". Well... It was destroyed during the sack of Troy... Fluff was not happy and as every myth says, you don't want to anger a diety.

Anyway, Fluff sadly had to wait a long time to see the world as humans see it. So she waited and waited and waited until...

A certain victorian lady named Alice and her fellow club members interested in the occult (it was trendy in the 1800s) created a new vessel for Fluff.

And despite looking like a rabbit, Fluff is quite unlucky (her "little" act of revenge really mess up the life of everyone living in Mycenaean Greece to a great annoyance of Tikki), so her new wielder was pretty dull and insomniac (why otherwise mess with an eldritch goddess of Dreams)

she was using Miraculous only to get a nap and have enough energy to not faint during tea parties... Unless that handsome writer upstairs could catch her.

And to dream of future trends in high society

Fluff was fine with it for the first few years, after all, 3 millennia is quite a wait even for someone/something as old as dreams, but the life of Alice finally bored her (also her dreams weren't that much better) and Fluff demanded someone else as her wielder.

She did it in the middle of the night, loudly after the biggest event of the season, Alice simply yelled back "Fine just shut up, go to the watch and give me sleep!"

It ended poorly for both of them.

Poor old Alice dreamt away the rest of her life (her dreams varied...)

And Fluff was unable to leave the watch for the next 200 years, but at least Alice's descendants took after her excentric and dreamy husband.

Her daughter left the UK for France with her mother's favourite watch, had an exciting life and even more exciting dreams, got married there, had many energetic kids and gave her favourite watch to the youngest.

And so Fluff stayed as a silent witness of exciting lives and a great host of dreamy tea parties full of gossip about past, present and future

...Until something changed in the class of her newest and so far favourite wielder.

So to summarise changes:

Time Miraculous is now Dream Miraculous

It was destroyed in the Ancient past instead of being just damaged. And was created again during the Regency Era.

It couldn't be used because Fluff's first new wielder fuck up the order and none other wielders truly knew what was in their possession

It (and all other Miraculous) now have side effects/passive powers. (Prophetic dreams, being always well-rested, love for naps and sleeping like dead).

Its active power now allows the wielder to travel through the dreams of others (it is still named the same)

The activation phrase is now "its time to dream"

The deactivation phrase is now "its time to wake up"