Marinette and Adrien both exist in a perfect balance. This is reflected not only in their personalities, but in their miraculouses and even their clothing choices. Thomas Astruc thought of EVERY SINGLE THING to make them not only soulmates but also perfect foils to the other. They are the human embodiment of yin and yang WHICH MEANS!!! If Adrien is a Dog Person,
Marinette is a Cat Person.
Reading fanfic that describe Marinette as “blue-haired” is always wild to me because, as a French person, I know it’s not.
Now, you might think “OP, are you color blind? her hair is clearly bue-colored” or “OP, how the heck is your nationality relevant to Marinette’s hair color?” and the answer to both these questions is animation techniques
Once upon a time, in the 2000s, when I was watching French cartoons on TV and TVs where still Cathod-ray tubes, animators and colorists could not rely on 16 million colors, black hair was the worst thing ever.
Why? Because in order to show strands and depth and movement in hair, you use lighter and darker shades of the base color. Nowadays, for black hair, we use dull blacks and rich blacks and it works. Past animators had no such thing. Hence, several schools found their own solutions: anime went with black and screw depth anyway, I think I remember cartoons doing the same (check Bruce and Dick’s hair in BTAS) and French people decided to use dark blue instead of black, so they could use black for dark accents and slightly less dark blue for light accents.
Or, well, more acurately, smooth, shiny black hair was made in blue and dull black hair was drak brown or actual black.
Thus, two/three generations of French people learned to see blue hair and interpret it as black. Not even logically, like I explained to you, but just instinctively, the way we see scribbles and think “there is text but the contents don’t matter” or see too-big eyes and don’t think “it’s an alien”.
I don’t know why it’s still used, but I guess it’s because it’s in the culture now anyway, and it might still be easier than fighting with dull and rich blacks?
Long story short, Marinette’s hair is black (to be more precise, it’s the very straight black hair that kinda reflects the light that is typical for people with chinese origins, you know, like Marinette) it was never a question for us French, and also if you don’t believe me Adrien says so in Le Patineur (actually, in the French version, he says “brown” because the French language and culture didn’t differientiate between black-haired and brown-haired people for the longest time, and even today not everybody does it everytime)
Adrien: Five words which are describing Chat Noir?
Ladybug: Tall… Annoying-
Adrien: Oh, okay. But what about… Charming, really handsome and the most intelligent?
Ladybug:
Ladybug: Adrien, are u gay?
*two hours later*
Adrien: LADYBUG IT’S NOT THAT
Ladybug: Okay, okay, you shouldn’t say no. You must admit that you like Chat, it’s okay. *crying*
Adrien: But-
Ladybug: for my love I will do anything
Adrien: Lov-
Ladybug: Goodbye, Adrien, be happy.
Ladybug: *runs away*
Adrien:
Adrien: what the fuck.
Marinette’s heart can be summed up by the night atop Saint Ambroise Church, the cascade of rain slipping down the spire, and the hands pressed on her warm skin as her partner’s lips crashed against hers.
“No one’s ever kissed me like that before,” she gasps into the space between them, breath hot and heavy. Lightning cracks high above, illuminating the shine of his dark eyes and the glow of her hands tangled in his hair.
Chat Noir’s expression twists into a bright grin as he leans forward, pressing their foreheads together. “Now that’s a real tragedy,” he tells her. “Who wouldn’t want to kiss you?”
“You know who,” she says back, and she’s not sure if it’s anger or desire beginning to blur the edges of her vision. “Don’t forget it. That’s the whole reason we’re—”
With a sigh, he fixes her with a quiet gaze. “Of course, I remember.” He comes closer and brushes his nose across her cheek. “You like Adrien Agreste, and I like Ladybug.”
“And—” Marinette starts to add, but he shakes his head.
“—and right now, they don’t matter,” he interjects. “Because right now, you’re with me and I’m with you, and whether it’s to practice kissing like you say or because you’re trying to hide the fact that you’re madly in love with me, nothing else matters.”
“Of course it does.”
Chat Noir comes into her space, presses his lips to her jawline, and whispers softly, “Not to me, not right now.”
“And why’s that, kitty cat?” she taunts with a soft smile, wrapping her arms around his neck until she’s pressed up against him.
“Because right now, you’re kissing me and not him.”
“It won’t always be like that. This is just for practice.”
“So you say, Marinette.” He kisses her again, full of rain and wind, and it crashes over her like a wave on the Seine.
She sinks below the water without a second thought.
Marinette: You have no idea what I’m capable of.
Chat Noir: Don’t take it personally, but I feel like I’m being threatened by a cupcake.
[later]
Chat Noir: You’re the scariest cupcake I’ve ever met.
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