#marinette with short hair

[blinday]

The bakery girl everyone is in love with

Warm up with @bigfatbreak 's amazing Villain Dad Au

[starrysharks]

i am the cattt just chillin outt but in the night she's all i think aboutttt

[mothdotz]

Working on a design that Mar will hopefully use in Under New Wings. It’s supposed to be Nooroo + Tikki here, but I wanted Mar to be very vague with who’s miraculous she’s using because … plot reasons! Here she taps more into being a mechanic!

Her design is inspired by @wormzandgutz ‘s design for a cockroach miraculous (it’s very cool).

Here’s an unofficial idea for coloring:

[certifiedducky]

loving dead-tired marinette and over-excited alya. specifically an akuma struck late last night.

[xhanisai]

Doodled Marinette in one of my outfits as warm up

[lemonjamdraws]

early posting for @lilanette-week day 3- bodyswap

small ficlet to accompany it as well

“Marinette? Are you okay?” There’s a strange high-pitched voice in her ear. Lila shakes her head, pressing a hand to her temple.

“What the hell…?” Her back is sore as hell, but she’s definitely not where she just was, and her own voice sounds different. Like, sweeter and rounder somehow. Just then, she registers the name she heard.

“Marinette?” She blinks as she pulls herself up to standing, squinting down at her paler skin and pink capris. What?

“Yes, you, Marinette!” The voice comes again, shrill and piercing, and she looks to the side to see a tiny red creature floating before her. Her jaw drops as she steps back. “Wait- you’re not Marinette-”

Just then, a force flies into her side and smashes her into the wall again.

“Ack! Sorry!” Another voice says–her voice–and she looks incredulously at the huge mass of dark brown hair against her. When the perpetrator looks up, she’s stunned. Like she’s looking into a mirror, except there’s a completely different expression than usual on her face.

“Who the hell are you? Is that my body? And what is the fairy? What-?”

“An akumatized villain swapped our bodies,” the fake-Lila says, pulling back to stand up straight. Lila looks around, having lost sight of the red thing. She does not trust the situation. “Oh boy, this got messy fast. Um. Tikki, help me out?”

Just then, there’s a tickle at her ear. Lila practically jumps, whipping her head around as goosebumps rise on her skin. Her hands rise automatically to protect her ears, but already there’s that red thing flying away towards the fake Lila, two black earrings in hand.

“Sorry!” That high-pitched voice calls out again.

Dots connect as she stares.

“No way,” she says, “you’re Ladybug, Marinette?”

“Umm,” fake-Lila says, “uhhh. Noo, that would be ridiculous, hahaha. Your ears are pierced by the way, right?”

Lila fixes her with a pointed glare and folded arms as fake-Lila manages to slot the studs into her ears with actual impressive ease.

“Okay, so. I’ll definitely explain this later. But if I don’t do this then we’re gonna be stuck like this forever,” fake-Lila says. Lila looks down at herself, at the painfully bright pink and honestly boring shirt and jacket combo.

“And that would be awful,” Lila finishes, “I certainly don’t want to walk around dressed like this.”

Fake-Lila’s mouth opens in protest. “Hey! I’m literally a fashion designer.” Lila makes an unimpressed sound, making a show of observing her own outfit.

“You certainly don’t dress like it,” she sniffs.

“I don’t have time for this,” Fake-Lila huffs, “Tikki, spots on!”

Miraculously, Lila watches as her body is consumed by a swirl of pink sparkles. When the VFX dissipate, the girl is standing there with a spotted red jacket and high-waisted shorts. Lila’s long hair is pulled into two different loose ponytails, and her face partially obscured by a classic red mask, complete with a single red spot on the center.

“Looks like even the miraculous can tell that I’m more fashionable than you,” Lila says with a smirk, satisfied at the much more attractive design that formed for her, versus that awful, awful spotted suit that Ladybug normally wears.

“Wait, really?” Fake-Lilabug takes a long look at the layers of her new outfit, shifting her feet out to observe the black boots complete with antennae-like bits flicking out the back. “Dang, this is not fair at all. I’m going to need to have some words with Tikki.”

“Is Tikki that bug thing that literally pickpocketed me?”

“I’m not sure removing my earrings from my body counts as pickpocketing,” fake-Lilabug returns. “So, I’m going to need you to stay quiet about this whole thing. But here’s the bonus! After I defeat this akuma, you can say I lent you the earrings to be Ladybug this time and actually are my best friend. We both win!”

Lila cocks her head.

“Oh, really?” She didn’t expect that, but since Ladybug’s on a time crunch, it makes sense she might try to buy Lila’s favor as quickly as possible. “That’s very nice, but my price for silence is much higher.”

Lilabug frowns, her foot tapping impatiently. “What do you want?” 

Lila smiles sweetly.

“Take me on a date as Ladybug and let me do a vlog about it.” Her words are accompanied with a big grin, and it’s all too amusing to watch fake-Lilabug’s face fall, even if it’s with her face. “Prove me right and let the whole world know that we’re very close.”

Fake-Lilabug looks left and right, biting at her lip.

“You’re going to put yourself in more danger if you do that,” she says. “Hawkmoth will go after you.”

“Let’s just say it won’t be the first time,” Lila returns easily, looking down at her (Marinette’s) nails. “Deal or no deal, darling class prez. Clock’s ticking.”

“Damn it,” the girl swears. “Fine. You stay right here, though. I’ll be back soon.”

“Of course,” Lila says with a smile. “See you soon, bestie~!”

When the room is finally empty of everyone but her, she hums nonchalantly and pulls Marinette’s phone from the pink crossbody bag. 

Hopefully, she has fingerprint ID turned on…

[mc-lukanette]

"I'm the least-witch witch ever," Marinette groaned, burying her head in her arms on the table. A book titled History of Witch Fashion, thick but shockingly lacking in substance, laid open in front of her, turned all the way to the last page.

She understood it to some degree. Witches of the past had little need to change the way they looked due to their circumstances, as they tended to live far out in the woods where no one would see them anyway. It was a "waste" to worry about updating their look, and wearing all black tended to make camouflaging spells go more smoothly if they needed to go anywhere potentially dangerous at night.

Even in the modern day, there remained reasons to stick to tradition, such as to ensure that people knew what they were. Anyone who looked like a "genuine witch" was someone people could trust for potions or spells once magic became more socially acceptable.

But Marinette's problem was simple: she hated it. She couldn't pull off the all black look and found the generic pointy witch hats to, quite bluntly, look like traffic cones that just came back from a funeral.

"I don't even have a black cat!" she cried out in distress.

"Mrrah?"

She pushed herself up, turning to the white short-haired cat sitting nearby. "It's not your fault, Clawton! You're perfect just the way you are!"

The cat puffed out its chest with pride, a tiny gentlecat without a tuxedo.

Marinette smiled, feeling a little cheered up by it, but faltered when she looked at the book again. Centuries of witch fashion laid before her, yet there were only tiny, insignificant changes made over time. Even seasonal changes recommended temperature-related spells to show off instead of dressing for the weather like a normal person.

"It's fine!" she told herself, hitting the table with both hands. A surge of magic caused the book to float upwards, and Marinette ordered it into the garbage, deciding, "I'll just... have to take the witch fashion world by storm, all by myself!"

Clawton let out a concerned mew, but didn't protest.

—————

Step one of Marinette's lack of a plan was finding inspiration, and there were few better ways of doing that than walking around the town and taking in the sights. Clawton walked next to her, tiny pawsteps sounding beside her own footsteps as she scribbled anything that gave even remotely "witch-y" vibes. It was like making a mood board.

Nothing solid was forming in her head thus far, but it was better than nothing. While it wasn't likely to happen, she did hope for that special spark, that magical thing that'd make her go—

"Mrreow!"

Marinette stopped, surprised to hear her cat speak up when it was usually so quiet in public. Looking down, she called out worriedly, "Clawton?"

It didn't even glance at her, taking off like a shot down the street. She gasped, shocked but reacting quickly enough to chase after it.

"Hey, come back! Where are you going?"

She only hoped that her mood as of late hadn't been affecting it. Cats were sensitive to magical and emotional fluctuations in witches, making them solid pets but ones that could also take on or share a witch's stress if they chose to.

If that did end up being the case, she probably owed it a few treats.

Clawton turned on a dime to dart around a corner, Marinette not far behind. She heard someone yelp and fall over just as she turned that same corner, though slightly clumsier than her cat had been.

Sitting on the ground was a teenage boy, probably around her age, though she focused on little else when she saw Clawton purring in his lap. Horrified, she hurried to the two, plucking her cat from him and settling it in her arms.

She rambled off, "I'm so sorry! It's not usually like that, but now it knocked you over and—did it rip your clothes?! I swear I'll sew them up—I'll make it better even, I—!"

"They didn't scratch me."

Marinette paused mid-sentence, somehow managing to hear his soft voice over her panicking, and blinked at him. Taking in what she had assumed were "cat scratches," she realized that they were actually purposeful rips in the clothes. Even the knees of his pants had similar ones when she actually looked, and they more obviously weren't caused by a cat.

As the boy stood back up, entirely calm despite what had happened, Clawton hopped down from her arms to do figure eights around his legs. Marinette was still busy taking in his fashion, eyes scanning him up and down to fully capture it.

His pants and shoes were notably black, but not too much even with his black hair. He kept it interesting with the white and shades of blue he wore on his upper body, in addition to the blue highlights in his hair that were either natural or dyed. The rips she'd mistaken for cat scratches did still give off the same energy in a way, and if they were in another place, then maybe—

Marinette's eyes widened. Without another thought, she stepped forward, taking the boy's hands and clasping them together in her own. Looking him right in the eyes, she asked spontaneously, "Will you be my muse?!"

He blinked.

—————

The embarrassment took a few seconds to strike, after which came a slew of apologies and a promise to make up for the onslaught from both her and her cat. He insisted it was fine, but she insisted right back.

They eventually ended up sitting on a bench together at a public flower garden, complete with iced tea that Marinette had bought for them. Apparently, the boy often went there himself for his own inspiration - just as a musician rather than a fashion designer - so he smelled strongly of flowers that her cat adored, which explained why it had jumped him.

While Clawton rolled around and stretched amongst some thyme, the boy took a sip of his iced tea and wondered aloud, "So, changing witch fashion all on your own, huh?"

She whined, wishing she could hide behind her own cup. "I know. It sounds insane."

"No, I like the sound of that." He turned to her with a gentle smile. "I'm Luka, by the way."

She shot him a skeptical look. "Marinette. Are we exchanging names because you want a restraining order?"

He chuckled, shaking his head. "You're fine. Honestly, I want to help you if I can."

"Really?" She paused. "Clawton didn't hit your head, did he? I know I said when we were getting drinks that you'd get benefits if this took off, but..."

He leaned back against the bench and swung an arm over the top of it, shrugging with the arm holding his cup. "I think if anyone can do it, it's you. You have incredible energy, Marinette." He grinned. "Enough to ask a stranger to be your muse."

He somehow felt positive enough about the experience to joke about it. Marinette knew then that either she had overreacted, she had struck diamond in finding this boy, or both. Either way, giving him up would be the most foolish thing she could do.

It helped that he, now that she was truly looking at him and not just his clothes, was exactly her type. He dressed in a style that was clearly his own and carried himself as such, confident and comfortable in the clothes he wore without coming off arrogant. Better yet was that he still had cat fur on his pants from when Clawton had rubbed itself on him, yet he seemed totally unbothered.

Gods and goddesses above, he was perfect.

Of course, if he was going to be her muse for such an important task, then it would have to be strictly professional, so she tried not to think about it too hard. She'd been told before that she could be a bit much, so she would have to be all business about this.

"Can I add a condition?" Luka asked suddenly.

"Huh? Yeah—er, yes." She tried to say it formally, straightening her back in perfect posture even if the colorful cup of iced tea kind of ruined it. "What is it?"

The corner of his lips twitched into a brief smirk at the action, but he carried on, "Can you be my muse too?"

"Ah?" Her shoulders slumped, already ruining the poise she'd been trying to maintain. "Me? You mean Clawton?"

"You," he insisted. "I like your cat too, but I think you're interesting, Marinette. If we're going to get to know each other, shouldn't we do it the best way creative people like us do?"

The logic was hard to argue with, especially with the slew of emotions he'd just caused her: bafflement that he'd want her of all people as a muse, shyness at the look he'd given her when he'd said it, and all of that preceding sheer joy.

"S-so you'll really do it then?" she realized, bouncing up out of her seat and facing him. "You'll be my muse?!"

He nodded, reaching a hand up to her for a handshake. "We've got a deal."

"Yes! I could just kiss you!" she blurted out. A second later, she caught herself and quickly corrected, "Ah, not really—not now—unless you—ah, thanks!"

She put her own hand out to complete the handshake, the two positively beaming, and thus began the relationship between the two teenage business partners that just happened to be each other's muse.

[cookiedough77]

short hair marinette and long hair adrien....

[redtippedfox]

Some Marinette style practice, it’s been a struggle figure out how to draw her hair with it being short but good ol pintrest helped.

[tyrsvault]

Another bit from my imaginary fic I’m writing in my head, Je te donnerai du temps. This mini comic is split up into two, second part coming shortly because Tumblr will only let me post 10 panels at a time :(

Ft; Chat gets pranked

Also. Not the same as my haircut au! Marinette has a bob in this one. But in her LB suit, her hair is short for practicality reasons (anyone who has ever had their hair at that length knows it’s impossible to keep out of the face)

Pt 2 :) ⬇️

[mochegato]

Too Close for Comfort

The day was already long and it was only lunchtime, but this time of year, the lead up to gala season, always was.  And she had just gone and added more stress to herself by accepting a new client just this morning.  The bright side was she was extremely inspired and already had an approved design.  She knew exactly what she wanted to do and could definitely get the foundation of the dress completed by that evening if she focused, possibly even more.

However, before she committed herself to an evening consumed in inspiration and fabric, she needed just a few stress-free moments in her favorite café to decompress and drink a nice café americano.  She let out a happy sigh as she crossed the threshold of the café.  Nothing bad could happen here.

“Marinette!”

She spoke too soon.  Her face scrunched in annoyance at the man who had just almost jumped at her as soon as she walked through the door.  “What are you doing here?”

“Well,” he scratched the back of his neck sheepishly, his dark hair falling over his blue eyes, “you had me blocked everywhere else, so my only option was to see you in person.  I know you like this place so I just… worked from here all day… the past few days until you came in.  And here you are.”

“Most people would take that as a hint,” she snipped and walked past him to take her place in the, thankfully, short line.

“They might,” he acknowledged as he plodded next to her, completely undeterred, and shot her a charming smile, “but I'm not most people, am I?”

“Fortunately, no,” she agreed snidely putting far more meaning into the tone than the words would normally convey.

The tone must have hit their mark because he noticeably tensed then plastered on a hopeful smile.  “Can we maybe go to your apartment to talk?”

His hopeful smile faded at the unimpressed look on her face.  “No.”  She turned to the counter and finally ordered her café americano despite her hope of a relaxing few moments drinking it was looking less and less likely.

“I really would prefer to have this conversation somewhere more private,” he implored.  He moved in front of her so she had a clear view of his pleading, puppy eyes.

“I wouldn’t,” she shrugged as she moved to the side to wait for her coffee.

“Okay, how about we sit outside, and I can talk while you wait?  No pressure?”  This time there was no masking the pleading in his voice.

She sighed heavily and nodded in agreement, motioning toward an open table on the patio with a bit of distance from the other patrons.  “Marinette…”  The word was weighed down with anguish and tears started spilling out.  “Mari, I’m so sorry.  I don’t know what came over me.  It was all a mistake.  I never should have… I…”  He kept starting and stopping as his mind attempted to get everything he was thinking out at the same time.

“I’ve spent the last… since you left regretting how things ended, the things I did that contributed to it,” he ignored the scoff she let out and pushed through.  “I never meant to make you feel like I didn’t value you.  I do.  I do so much.  You were, are, amazing.  You were everything and I never showed you the kind of attention you deserved.  I should have.  I should have showed you every day how amazing you are, how much better you make my life…”  His next words got lost in the tears and quiet sobs he was letting out.

When her name was called after just a few seconds of the blubbering, she almost exclaimed out loud in relief.  The barista had definitely earned themselves a hefty tip.  When she got back to the table, he was still crying.  It was highly doubtful he had even noticed she had left. But as he was mid-sob when she returned, it didn’t feel quite right to just walk out.  But then again, it didn’t feel quite right to sit back down so instead, she leaned against the wall and pulled out her phone to scroll through her emails and shoot off a few texts.

It took a few moments for him to pull himself together and honestly, she wasn’t sure if they were real tears or another manipulation.  But ultimately, it didn’t matter because she didn’t care.  “What’s going on?” she asked in clearly false sympathy.  “Did your new girl kick you out after just a few months?”

He shot her a surly look and dropped his eyes.  “It’s been eight months.”

“It has?” she asked, this time with no falsehood in her voice, but rather the first sign of genuine curiosity.  She quickly pulled up the calendar app on her phone to verify his statement.  “Huh.  I didn’t realize.”  She tucked her phone into her back pocket and took a drink of her coffee with a soft smile.  “Time has really been speeding by so quickly.  I have not been paying attention to the calendar.”

He moved quickly over to her, dropping to his knees in front of her. “Baby…” he started, his eyes back to pleading as a further accentuation of his physical position.

Her expression instantly soured and her eyes steeled as she pushed herself away from him like his touch was liquifying her skin.  “Mark!  I am so not your b…”

Before she could finish the sentence, or rather her monologue of scathing observations of him and their relationship, ending any hope he might have that they could ever get back together, a single shot rang out and the wall just above his head exploded, showering both of them in red dust, followed only moments later by Red Hood dropping down in front of them.  "Sorry. Thought I saw something.  My aim must be off," he offered without a tinge of regret.  His eyes never left the man as he holstered his gun.

Marinette raised an eyebrow and pointedly brushed the dust and rubble off her clothes, not particularly inclined to give him any kind of reaction.  Mark, however, did not feel the same.  “What the hell!  Do you always shoot at the good guys?”

“I do have a history of it,” Red Hood acknowledged.  He stalked closer to them until he was looming over him.  “But I don’t see any good guys around here.  Do you?”

“I do,” Marinette perked up.  Mark shot Red Hood a smug smirk.  “Now,” she added pointedly with a flirty smile to Red Hood.

The man let out an aggravated growl.  “And I wasn’t?  I found you so we could have a second chance.  I told you how much I loved you.  I protected you.”

“Protected me?”  Marinette scoffed.  “From what?  Happiness?  Self-confidence?  Love?  You didn’t quite destroy me the first time, so you want another chance to finish the job?  No, you used me and I’m not willing or interested in giving you a second run at it.  I’ve moved on.  I’m happy.  You should work on yourself so you can find happiness in the future, Mark.  Because the way you’re going, you won’t be able to be truly happy no matter what you do.”

“Oh, I was plenty happy as soon as I dropped you,” he growled, pushing into her space to remind her how small she was compared to him.  “In fact…” he froze when Red Hood pulled out his gun again.

Marinette rolled her eyes.  “Mark, you haven’t been truly happy in at least a decade.  That has nothing to do with me.  I hope you figure out what it is you need and can get it, but I won’t be there to see it.  Now I’m going to leave and enjoy this drink somewhere else and I’m going to trust Red Hood to keep you from following me and not injure you as soon as I leave.”  She leveled a pointed look at Red Hood and waited until he gave a grudging nod before leaving.

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Marinette quirked her head as she pinned a swath of fabric, analyzing the way it laid against the mannequin and the light hit it with a frown.  It wasn’t quite laying right, but she knew it could.  It was the perfect fabric for it.  She just needed to… her concentration instantly snapped as she felt arms wrap around her from behind.  “Well, hello,” she grinned as she melted into his embrace.

“Hello, sweetheart,” he drawled softly against her hair.

“You’re in a good mood,” she purred.  “Have anything to do with your patrol?”

He hummed in agreement and moved his lips lower.  “Came close to exterminating a bit of street vermin.”

Marinette snickered and let him nuzzle into her neck, stretching her neck to give him more access.  “You didn’t hurt him after I left, did you?”

“Not physically.”  She could hear his shrug in his voice more than see it.

“You had nothing to worry about with him, you know,” she chided without heat and backing it up by winding her hand into his hair.

“Oh, I do,” he acknowledged readily, not an ounce of doubt in his voice.

“He was kind of useful, you know.  He make me realize something,” she managed to say breathily.

He stopped peppering her neck with kisses and grumbled playfully.  “Oh?” he prompted as he fell back onto the couch, elegantly falling to the small area that was clear of fabric or other supplies and pulled her with him, so she landed squarely in his lap.  “That pathetic excuse of a manchild make you realize what an amazingly brave and strong catch you’ve made?”

She scoffed as she wiggled around until she found a more comfortable position, very much enjoying the muffled, discomforted groans Jason was letting out.  “No.  It’s our six-month anniversary on Thursday.”

He planted his hands firmly on her hips to stop her moving and took several heavy breaths before he managed a smirk.  “Six-month anniversary of our first not a date because ‘I’m not ready to trust anyone yet?’” he mocked playfully.

“No,” she grumbled, a hint of a smile on her lips as she purposefully, slowly twisted to face him.  “Six-month anniversary of the first time I let you kiss me.”

“Excuse me?” he gaped.  “Who kissed who?”

“I let you kiss me,” she repeated and nodded determinedly.

He leaned back to examine her, eyes narrowed, and clicked his tongue.  “Uh huh.  Let me kiss you back when you jumped me.”

Her jaw dropped.  “I did not jump you!” she gasped and added a smack to his chest.

He trapped her arm against his chest and shot her a devilish smirk.  “Just saying how I remember it happening.”

She scoffed and tried to free her arm, but he held it fast.  “That’s how you wish it happened.”

“That’s how I know it happened,” he smirked.  “You were all ‘oh no, I don’t trust anyone, men are all evil,’” he raised his voice in a comical imitation of her voice.  “And then bam,” he pulled her against himself and secured her there with an arm around her waist.  “One date with me and you were all ‘love is real’” he squealed.

She puckered her lips hard to keep them from quirking up, quite unsuccessfully and turned her face away from him.  “I was all ‘someone needs to take the hit for all humanity and get this menace off the market.’”  She sighed dramatically as she leaned back far enough if he didn’t have a solid grip on her hips, she would have fallen.  “I’ve always been too much of a martyr for my own good.”

He snorted and pulled her against him again as he stood smoothly taking her with him.  “I’ll show you something for your own good,” he growled and walked toward their bedroom amongst her giggles.

[mochinek0]

Daminette December 2023: 10-Defeated

Damian sat at his desk and briefly scanned the files of the new departments he was overlooking. One of them was the art department, which he was greatful for. The only thing that bothered him was the fashion department. He didn't agree that it was art. It was business. Clothing was a necessity, not a luxury. Clothes could be sold in stores. Art was meant to be displayed and shared. The Wayne heir scanned the file again.

'Head of fashion department was listed as Marinette Dupain-Cheng. I'm sure I can get rid of her and move the department. Nothing will get in Damian Al Ghul-Wayne's way.'

The Wayne heir approached the fashion department. He saw the office door open and observed the inside. There was a small woman with blue hair drawing on a tablet. He could see a gown forming under the movement of her stylus. Damian stood tall as he knocked on the open office door, but she never turned around.

'Brat.'

"Miss Dupain-Cheng!" he shouted.

To his surprise, the designer slammed her hand down on her desk and glared at him.

"You made me mess up." she snarled, "Who the fuck so you think you are to come in here and bother me?"

This wasn't the type of meeting he had been expecting at all.

"Damian Wayne." he answered, not use to people glaring at him, "I wanted to inform you that I will personally be keeping an eye on the department and see if it's truly necessary."

"Fine." Marinette snapped, "There's the door. I'm busy; you can show yourself out."

Marinette turned back to her tablet and began ignoring him, again. Damian couldn't believe that she didn't get scared by his name. She talked back to him! Damian walked out and slammed the office door.

'What a horrible person. I'm not just gonna get rid of her; I'm gonna fire her entire department! I'll just exploit her weaknesses and show that she's incompitent at her job.'

Marinette had noticed that Damian taking to lurking around her department. He had inserted himself into meetings and questioned everything: Is what you're buying necessary? How could it help Wayne Enterprise? Why did you choose this fabric? Why this shade? Why not vermouth?

It had been six months and she was ready to punch him. Mari had heard rumors that he was starting to neglect other departments he was covering. She couldn't understand his fascination and distaste for hers. After another grueling meeting, everything came to a head.

"Miss Dupain-Cheng, I highly suggest rereading the code of conduct." Damian stated, in front of the entire department.

Marinette could feel everyone's eyes on her, "And what have I done now, Mr. Wayne? I don't believe 'bow down' is a rule."

"Your behavior and attire are innapropriate in the work place." Damian commented, irked that she still went against his authority.

"Excuse me?" Mari shouted, "I am completely professional!"

Damian snorted, "You regularly seduce your staff."

"I wish." someone whispered, loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Mr. Wayne," Marinette spoke, "please, tell me how my business attire is innapropriate so that I may correct it."

Marinette knew she had him this time. She still made all her own clothing and inspected them the day before for any rip or loose seams. She wore button up blouses with short sleeves and a blazer. She made sure to wear pants as she didn't want to kneel in a skirt. Was this about her heels? Sure she didn't wear four inches like everyone else; she preferred something that was easy to move in. Especially if something had gone wrong and she needed to hurry to the other sde of Wayne Enterprise.

Damian's eyes roamed over Marinette. Her clothes were the same as they had been for the last six months, they hugged her curves. When she took off her blazer, he could see how her neck curved, especially when her hair was puled up in a messy bun or ponytail. He had seen her hair that way, too many times, when she was busy designing. Not to mention how her pants accentuated her when she yelled at an employee for ordering the wrong fabric. Those stupid tops that she crossed her arms under her chest when someone contradicted her.

"Well, Mr. Wayne." Marinette called out, "I'm waiting. Tell me which part of my outfit is the problem, right now. I'm buttoned up and tucked in. My pants go all the way down to my ankles or are my ankles distracting someone? I certainly can't be distracting someone with a foot fetish, as I don't wear anything open-toed. There are many more employees, here at Wayne Enterprise, that dress provocative."

"Are you sure?" the Wayne heir questioned.

"I can name five ladies on this floor alone!" Marinette growled, "Two are wearing corsets with a blazer. Another is in a mini skirt and if she sits, you can see the garter straps. Another is wearing the same outfit as yesterday and reeks of cigarettes, sweat, nd bad cologne. The last one is wearing last seasons Belmere cocktail dress with tulle bishop sleeves! Thy are sewing a collection and if that sleeve gets caught, we have to destroy that fabric and her sleeves will be ripped off. I am not losing product because someone decided to be stupid this morning, Carol!"

Marinette glared at Damian Wayne, "So, tell me how innapropriate I am or you can fuck off!"

"The clothes you wear demean you and suggest you are welcoming others to join you for a night." Damian stated.

Marinette felt all the rage bubble over and she punched him in the face, sending him across the floor.

"I quit!" she snarled.

Damian looked on as Marinette walked away.

'I won.'

What he didn't expect were the not so hushed whispers of the fashion department.

"I think Mr. Wayne had a crush on her."

"I wish she would seduce me."

"You and me both."

"Apparently, she was very popular in Paris with both genders."

"Wait, what?"

"Really?"

"I heard she dated Jagged Stone's only son."

"Wasn't Adrien Agreste trying to date her?"

"So was Zoe Lee."

"The actress!"

"Mmhmm and she's the second daughter of Style Queen."

"Damn! Why is she here then?"

"She could have gone with one of them and likely inherited a fashion label!"

"Marinette always yells at us when we dress innapropriate."

"Carol."

"I pushed my sleeves up, okay!"

"I think she wrote this years dress code herself."

"I wish that I could see what Mr. Wayne saw."

"Why?"

"Are you kidding me? Stuck up Dupain-Cheng as some sexy thing and not yelling a us? Talk about a perfect fantasy!"

Damian sat there blushing as the employees talked amongst themselves.

'Did no one really see what I saw? They hadn't seen the way her clothes accentuated her? They didn't see the way her body called out to others? Was I the only one who wanted to pin her down to gain control?'

Damian stood up, admitting defeat. Marinette Dupain-Cheng, the person who irked him for months, hadn't been at war with him or seducing him; he liked her. He couldn't tell until the evidence was stacked against him. As the other employees said, she didn't even need to be there. She could marry into money, likely immediately, and run a corporation against them.

'She's not going to get away from me that easily.'

By the time Damian found Marinette, Tim was already on his knees begging her to stay and his father was apologizing about his attitude.

"I can personally guarantee that Damian will be moved departments and you never have to see him again." his own father pleaded.

Tim noticed Damian out of the corner of his eye and stood up.

"You!" Tim shouted, stalking over to his younger brother, "What the hell? Marinette is dressed perfectly fine for her job!"

"Please reconsider, Miss Dupain-Cheng." Bruce spoke.

"I will work from my own home." Mari stated, "I will come to the office only for meetings; everything else will be paper trailed through emails and run by one of you."

"That is perfectly doable." Bruce answered, "We can send any equipment you need and-"

"I have everything already."

Damian looked on confused. He had never known them to suck up this badly, not even to board members.

"You don't even know who she is; do you?" Tim exclaimed.

"An employee by the name of Marinette Dupain-Cheng." Damian answered.

Bruce sighed. Apparently his son had never read her file and background information as to why she was the head of her own department.

"She is Jagged Stone's personal and exclusive designer." Tim snarled, "She designs for many different celebrities world wide. She is known throughout Paris! You can obviously see why we wanted her here."

Damian had no clue that the she was that well known or that his family was that desperate to have her.

"What can we get you to continue to work here?" Bruce questioned, "We can pay you how ever much you want."

"I'll bump your salary to $65,000 a design." Tim offered.

Marinette shook her head, "I only want one thing and I want Damian Wayne to apologize to me."

"80,000 a design!" Tim quickly shouted.

Damian could clearly see his family was horrified. They had zero faith he would apologize or admit his mistake. Damian swallowed his pride and bowed down, as he would to his mother.

"My apologies for making my own personal assumptions." He began, "They were baseless and you truly did nothing wrong. It was my own assumption that you were attempting to seduce me that caused this."

Marinette's cheeks turned red as she listened to his in shock.

"My parents did not conceive me naturally. My mother drugged Father. I was raised and taught by her, from an early age, that women will use any means necessary to seduce who they value as someone of interest; even wear revealing clothes. They will cling to those they desire. They will feign innocence when confronted." Damian continued, "I only observed what I was told, but my family is alos correct. Your clothing is appropriate for the work place. You have never touched me inappropriately. You also have never tried to suede me. You treated me as everyone else in your department and yet-"

Damian was smacked upside the head by Tim. Damian turned to glare at him, but when he looked up, she saw Marinette covering her face with her hands and her ears were bright red.

"Miss Dupain-Cheng?" Damian spoke softly.

Marinette looked between her fingers at him, nervously.

"Miss Duapin-Cheng?" Bruce questioned, cautiously.

"I-I don't understand how-how you can like me." She stammered.

"Well, for one thing, you have a killer right hook." Damian stated.

Out of all the things, he could have answered, that was not one of them. Marinette began laughing and her hands fell away from her blushing face.

The Wayne heir smirked, "I'm also not use to people telling me to 'fuck off'."

Marinette snorted as she thought back to the first day they met. Bruce and Tim nodded as they slowly made their way away from the young adults.

"Everyone back to work." Bruce commanded, "If I see this online, I'll personally make sure whoever posted it, is fired."

The fashion department was quick to get back to work, leaving Damian Wayne to confess to their blushing designer.

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Redesign WIP completed!!! Now I just gotta finish the Aggretsuko fanart after my essay

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Chloe Bourgeois

For Chloe, I wanted to make her look as rich as she is so I ditched the capris and flat shoes. Also ditched the belt, it was tacky. I went with a blazer and pleated skirt combo inspired by clueless along with platform mary janes (cause of course she would). I liked the idea of a really high pony tail with curled ends too!

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Marinette Dupain-Cheng

I really like the shorts that concept art marinette had, but I also felt like overalls fit her personality so I combined the two. I think it's a good way to have more pink on the top half of her body too since it was mostly white from the shirt she wore. I swapped her flats for black converse (to match her hair) and gave her some cute bracelets. I think she looks a lot more soft overall but still artsy!

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Alya Cesaire

I had SO MUCH trouble redesigning her!!! The clothes weren't too hard to come up with and I already knew I wanted her hair to be more coily, but choosing colors was what took me the longest. Ik I didn't want to stick with her plaid colors but I was so scared the red would blend in with her hair. I swapped between like 4 colors for the bandana alone and 2 different shades of ginger. Ultimately, I like the way she turned out :)

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Here’s my thoughts on the new outfits:

Ladybug- Yes. But, her hair. Its longer!😭

Marinette- Ok. 1. Why is there a bow in her hair? 2. Shorts and leggings? WHY? 3. Again. Her hair!

Adrien- Why does he look so mean? And why all black? Wait… maybe he’s depressed because his father was hawkmoth. But also, I NEED to see his feet. What if there’s no more orange shoes?

Chat noir- I think he looks ok but what will he be like? What if he doesn’t flirt with ladybug because he’s with Marinette?

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Finally! I will say now that the class girls will likely take a long time as well.

Kagami's first and second looks here are meant to be her pre and post character development outfits.

Buckle in, this is a long (haha) one

Kagami in cannon is clearly designsed to resemble Marinette in a lot of ways, both are of Asian decent and have blue-ish hair and blue eyes. Both have freckles and even their suits share a very similar color pallet. At least Luka was different from Adrien in more than personality.

I didn't want that for my Kagami. I wanted her too look like more than a Marinette clone. So she gets to keep her freckles since my Marinette doesn't have any. Her hair is a darker color instead of a blue, and her eyes take on a stormy grey color. And of course their body types are different, namely Kagami is both taller and ripped.

Ryuko's hair is more blue since I gave the miraculous blue, white, and gold accent to match the weather pattern on her chest. Her hair get's shorter, pinned back and is a bit more wild. It's probably got some static. Little horns and some armor to keep her extra safe as well as further resembling scales. Her suit is closer to an orange shade than Ladybug's cool red. I almost switched her to blue since I agree with the sentiment that the dragon should have been blue. But red looked good too.

I don't particularly like any of the akuma designs for Kagami. I like Oni-Chan in concept at least (hate the name) so I decided to combine that with Riposte to create her initial design. Than she gets a pallet swap and a few thorny details to represent the rose. And Bara-Oni, literally just 'Rose Demon' I ain't creative, when Lila pulls her stunt. Which would have less to do with "How could Adrien do this to me," to "That bitch is kissing Adiren when he is CLEARLY uncomfortable!"

Kagami's personality is very similar to cannon, however her character still has some pretty harsh changes. Kagami has come to realse through Adrien and Marinette's friendship that she isn't very happy with her life. Her mother is trying to live through her, forcing Kagami to participate in fencing and putting pressure on her to perform perfectly in every aspect of life.

This comes to a head when she is given Longg. While sitting in the akumatized mech her mother became, all because she had the audacity to make friends, she actually waits long (haha) enough for Longg to explain the miraculous. When Longg explains the weapon he points out that she must be thrilled to have a sword. At which point Kagami has an emotional breakdown and sobs that she doesn't even like sword fighting. That she would rather learn hand to hand combat and that she's wanted to switch for years but her mother refused to hear it.

Longg says her can change her weapon to better suit her, and she get's armor and the abilitly to summon gauntlets when her power activates.

After having this break she and Adrien sit down and try and find ways for Kagami to feel more like an individual without being disowned at 16. Cutting/dyeing your hair and getting a Tattoo are two of the results, and since Kagami already has short hair and doens't really want to go shorter she gets the tattoo instead. Subtly referencing her time as Ryuko but in blue (her favorite color). And of course her mother is blind and doesn't know

Is it kind of shitty to abuse your mother's disability to use her money and get a tattoo? Maybe. But that's what you get for mentally and emotionally warping your duaghter to the point where she lies about her favorite color to please you. She, Adrien, and Chloe are in the "Our mom's suck" club together. Chloe will be collecting her for new wardrobe shopping.

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It's Morphin' Time

Prompt by @rukatofan89

Time for an Adrien Sugar prompt (with some Marinette salt) and a different crossover that is rarely used. 

Adrien (Like in many salt fics) has lost his ring, friends, home and fortune save for the trust fund his mother set up for him before his birth and being the teenage son of Hawkmoth, finding any work or going to school has proven impossible and is living in a crappy apartment trying to milk his finances as long as possible since his aunt and cousin refuse to even acknowledge his existence. He was barely able to hold onto the rings that held his Amok by claiming he never had them. All the while, Ladybug is Paris’ darling hero and in spite of his efforts, Chat Noir is remembered as either a failure or a joke.

This changes one day when Adrien returns home after another failed job hunt to find a tall anthropomorphic dog with black hair and blue scales in his living room. Before he can get a word out the stranger knocks him out and he wakes up in a white interrogation room. His first thought was that someone ordered his arrest or one of his fathers’ victims wanted payback. Looking up however, he sees two men watching him. They’re both wearing black but one of them as an equal amount of green on him.

“You sure you don’t want to witness this?” The one man asks, turning to the man with the green.

“Your power, your choice.” The other man said. Adrien noticed the man had a strange pair of bracelets on his wrists. “Either way though, I approve.”

“Cool.” The first man says as the other turns to leave. “Tell Tanya I said hey.”

“I will. After I talk to Krueger about his capture methods.” The second man replies as the door shuts behind him, leaving Adrien alone with the other man.

“Look.” Adrien begins as the man sits down. “I had nothing to do with my father Akumatizing people.” He’d been interrogated with every method short of torture after his father and Natalie were arrested. While there was no hard evidence linking him to Hawkmoth, it didn’t sway most people. And he never revealed his identity as Chat Noir publicly after Ladybug had outright derided him in an interview after loosing his ring.

“We know.” The man interrupted him. Between Space Patrol Alpha, Grid Battleforce and the various computer experts they had connections to, he knew Adrien was innocent. “We also know you fought against him, Chat Noir.”

Giving a groan, Adrien put his head in his hands. “What do you want? I don’t know who ladybug is, and she won’t even talk to me. I don’t have a miraculous or a means to get one.”

“Actually.” The man replied. “We want to hear your side of the story, how you got your powers, and what led to you falling out with Ladybug.”

Adrien was a little skeptical at first, but something about this man put him at ease and made him want to trust him. And so, he began his tale, meeting the old guardian on his very first day of school. Receiving Plagg and becoming Chat Noir and his and Ladybugs’ fights with the Akumas. How their relationship went from being equal partners to her having power over him, keeping more and more secrets, and how he never received any training like Ladybug did outside of ONE meeting with the old guardian. Of how she left him to fight Akumas to go retrieve other heroes and how he was never allowed to know their identities and how she even banned one person from being a bearer again because HE knew her identity. Then his tale turned to Ladybug becoming the guardian and him eventually losing his ring before Ladybug and the other heroes took down his father. Eventually, he ended his story on a tangent about Lila’s’ manipulations and how they led to him becoming ostracized by his former friends once her lies were exposed.

As he listened to they young mans’ tale, Zack Taylor, the original Mighty Morphin’ Black Ranger had to struggle to keep his poker face. While they never exactly asked WHY Zordon had chosen them to become the Power Rangers, he always treated the five, and later six, of them equally and never asked them to keep secrets from each other. If their mentor had pulled with Jason what the old guardian did with Ladybug, Rita wouldn’t have NEEDED to brainwash Tommy into being the Green Ranger. And in spite of what Parisians might think (honestly, who put what in the drinking water there?) they knew Chat Noir was a capable hero, if not a little socially and emotionally stunted. Heck, if both he and Adrien were heroes at the same time and place, they’d probably be bouncing puns and jokes off each other the whole fight while everyone laughed. Zack couldn’t help seeing a bit of his teenaged self in the broken hero before him.

“Thank you, by the way.” Adrien said, taking a drink of water.

“What for?” Zack asked, pulled from his musings.

“Letting me get that off my chest.” Adrien answered. “I think your the first one who’s cared about my side of the story, ever.” He snorted. “Everyone just took a few bad things and immediately thought the worst of me.”

“You’re welcome.” Zack smiled back, a little stunned by this. “Could you do me a favor though?” He asked, reaching into his pocket.

“What?” Adrien asked as Zack put a weathered gold coin on the table and slid it to him. Looking at it, he noticed it had an image of a Mammoth or Mastodon on it.

“Hold that coin and tell me what you feel.” Adrien gives a sigh and picks up the coin.

“I swear, if a little mammoth comes out of this thin.” He’s cut off as the proxy power coin glows and a black light envelops his body. Zack smiles, because sitting before him now, was a new black Mighty Morphin’ Power Ranger. His successor has been found. He will teach Adrien to become the new Black Ranger and once his training is complete, give him the actual power coin.

A few highlights for Adrien’s’ new life as an apprentice Ranger.

-Zack explains that several older rangers are seeking successors and convincing Adrien he’s worthy of the power.

-Training with Ninjor at his temple when not training with Zack.

-At one point Adrien runs into a bitter but repentant Chloe. He and Zack see her attempting to rescue kids during a monster attack and short list her as a possible apprentice ranger.(Early SPD maybe?)

-Therapy sessions with Karone. (not a bad person to talk out past issues with I think)

-Meets Minh Kwan (Romance or brother sister relationship-you decide)

-Gaining a new best friend in Jayden Shiba (I can’t help feeling they’d bond over learning to be normal ‘teenagers with attitude’)

-Meeting the Mystic Force Power Rangers who not only sever his connection to the Peacock Miraculous but also transfer his Amok into a surgical pin which Dana Mitchell (Lightspeed Rescue Pink Ranger) then implants inside his body.

-Finding out at a massive get together that not only do ALL the Power Rangers know each others identities, they help each other on both sides of the mask. Many rangers (the rest of the living OG MMPR team included) welcome him to the ranger family (He cried happy tears that day) a few lawyer rangers begin looking into his aunt and many of the goings on in Paris and allow Adrien to reclaim his wealth, even if he doesn’t need it.

-Eventually, a new red, pink and blue ranger are picked to join Adrien and Minh as the new Mighty Morphin’ team and they become fast friends as their predecessors did.

One day, a new villain crawls out of the woodwork and the new rangers investigate activity in Paris. Team Miraculous is overrun by literally hundreds of foot soldiers and when the rangers appear to help, end up getting in the way of finishing the monster. Eventually, they manage to stop the attack, but when Ladybug goes to thank them Black Rangers tells her to stay out of the way and to “let the actual heroes do their job.” The rest of the rangers back him up while gently chiding him, which he accepts with grace.

As more monster attacks are repelled by the rangers, Team Miraculous keeps looking more and more inept in comparison. (Considering they don’t have the support network the rangers do or training it’s unsurprising.) They aren’t dealing with Akumas attempting to capture their Miraculous anymore, they’re dealing with monsters trying to outright kill them all. Support for the team is at an all time low and Ladybug is low key losing it.

Things come to a head when Marinette is watching footage of the ranger battles and recognizes Chat Noir from a pun black ranger makes. After the next battle, Ladybug swoops into a (thankfully) empty battlefield and demands Adrien give her his morpher because “If you weren’t worthy of a miraculous, you aren’t worthy to be a ranger.” Minh leads the rangers in ripping into Ladybug for this, firing off her failings as a hero and for how she treated their friend. She doesn’t back down and sicks the rest of the team on them (albeit some are reluctant) when he refuses her again.

As the fight breaks out, the battle is witnessed by SPA who quickly puts out a call for reinforcements. Soon the five rangers are joined by their predecessors (who now use the proxy coins only when needed) Tommy and Katherine Oliver, Ninjor, The Mystic Force, The red, pink and Titanium Lightspeed rangers, The Samurai Rangers, the red and Quantum Time Force Rangers, and the recently promoted Commander Kruger. During the fight, Ladybug fixates on Adrien to the point that Tommy pops the Dragon coin out of the Master Morpher and tosses it to him so he can use the Dragon Shield and Dagger for added protection.

With sheer numbers, and Adrien’s’ knowledge of the Miraculous powers, they are able to whittle down the team to just Ladybug, the replacement Chat Noir, Rena Rouge, Argos and Ryuko. Argos (After realizing he can’t control his cousin) then uses an Amok to create a 'Sentizord’ for the five of them to pilot. In response, the current MMPR team call the Dinozords with Adrien also calling the Dragonzord. The fight begins but the Sentizord is amazingly fast, allowing it to damage the Megazord and Dragonzord. Albeit this does exhaust the Sentizord as the fight draws on.

Ladybug comments during the fight that no matter what team Adrien’s on, he can’t win. After all, they only beat Hawkmoth AFTER he lost his ring. The fury surges in Adrien and he calls out.

“MASTODON, LION, THUDERZORD POWER!”

The other rangers give their own calls and five bolts of lighting hit the damaged Dino Megazord, recharging and transforming it into the Thunder Megazord. Rallying the Dragonzord with the dagger, the two charge the worn out Sentizord, eventually knocking it backwards and the heroes out of it for them to be captured by the other rangers.

After the fight, Su-Han attempts to recover the Miraculous in his usual bullheaded and ham-fisted way. It goes about as well as you think it does. After being interrogated by Grid Battleforce yields no answers, the red Cosmic Fury ranger Amelia Jones uses her telepathy to read the Celestial Guardians’ mind and finds that the Guardian order is behind a global rash of child kidnappings to restore their numbers by 'conscripting and indoctrinating’ them into their order. The temple is soon captured by a large team of rangers from every team and spearheaded by Adrien’s’ team.

Later, in the same interrogation room he met Zack in, Adrien sits across from Marinette. Tikki floats next to her but she dose not have her Miraculous. When asked what’s going to happen now, Adrien replies that as the world court isn’t ready to handle magic users, so they will defer to them. That said, they understand that Marinette was manipulated and conditioned by a pair of cult members (Fu and Su), but was still a good hero before they interfered. So, SPA and Grid Battleforce will hold onto the Miraculous until she and the other heroes have completed both psychological counseling, and a full ranger training course. From there, they will see if the heroes want their Miraculous back, and if they are truly worthy of them. (Spoiler alert, some of them don’t, and aren’t) As he leaves the the room, Adrien turns to the girl he once loved, but now feels only pity with a dash of hope.

“And Marinette, may the power protect you.”

OP Note: This prompt actually reminds me of some of my old crossover ideas I had for Power Rangers (albiet non-salt related), so I really like this idea, though I think it would be even better without the salt parts.