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Ladybug is pretty sure she’d recognize Chat Noir right away, even without the glamour. And she bets on it.
In school, Marinette bumps into a kid with a prosthetic leg much like Chat Noir. What a coincidence! The coincidences continue as they both seem to get an interest in baking around the same time…
(Ao3 link)
This fic is my secret santa gift for @kronehaze!! Happy (belated) Holidays friend! <3
I’ve been struggling a lot with settling for a Classic LB & CN design, but I think I finally have something I’m happy with! As well as a general idea of how I’d rework their power sets.
Ladybug has many tools and gadgets at her disposal—all being retrieved from her seemingly bottomless backpack as well as some smaller weapons that come attached to her wrist device.
But their usage isn’t infinite, as each device will drain from her overall battery charge (faster or slower, and in larger or smaller chunks depending on the device). When the battery reaches Critical Level, all her devices become more erratic and ‘explosive’ due to overuse (can be a hindrance or used for an advantage). And when the battery’s been completely depleted, Mar has minutes before she’s forcefully detransformed.
Being forced into a detransformation isn’t ideal as that leaves both Tikki and Marinette very tired and worn out, and they won’t be able to transform at all for a few days. It’s more advantageous to detransform as soon as they reach critical level to recharge properly, but sometimes, it can’t be helped.
Félix has a similar energy source as Chat Noir that he calls it his mana levels (neeeeerrd!). And while Mar can keep track of her battery with exact precision through her wrist devices, Félix only has his own gut feelings and the glow in his staff to tell how much he drained his mana. That is, until he reaches his own critical level, then it becomes clear he’s nearing his limit.
wanted to do a comic based on a nitw’s convo, and @arcadeology’s Fashion Club kids were the recipients
doodled some bug gorls and a catboi
Only Felinette Fight Ever v2
Did this as follow-up to @arcadeology’s comic (Mari actually goes out as LB to cut Alina’s internet, Chat follows her, city-wide blackout happens, they think they were the one that causes it, but actually, there was actually a monster around)
Jus’ these two being idiots and in love
Bonus: the only felinette fight ever
Felt like doodling a bit and @grimalkinsquill’s oSaW was the recipient of choice
I wanted to see how well I could translate Mars’ expression to when she’s Luckybug and also draw Felicette in full with the swirly tail staff Lynn mentioned to me as one of the possibilities for xir weapon.
Action doodle-dumping
Mouse!Marinette from the first one is @arcadeology’s Madamouselle, and the mage cat and knife boi in the 2nd and 3rd one are @grimalkinsquill’s Chat Noir and Luckybug (Chat’s staff is an artistic liberty on my part and not canon to xir fic)
The others are my own designs.
38 chubby! Felix :3
A chubby and fluffy catte
@grimalkinsquill’s Bug gets to flip people off and say fuck and I think that’s pretty neat
Bonus:
How it ended.
(Ao3 link)
Not the fic, btw, we still have one more chapter to go, but something ends in this one.
Something’s been weeping under the surface.
(Ao3 link)
After– checks calendar –two months, here it is!
The title is a play in the akuma’s name (that I didn’t get the chance to use in the actual text again), Waste Weeper.
Them
@kronehaze’s prompt list day 10 - Dance
(Ao3 link)
“I never danced before,” she said, softly under the wind’s hums as they observed the lace-adorned park from the safety of a patisserie’s terrace; the lanterns hung on the trees painting the dancing pairs in a haze glow.
“Do you want to?” It sounded steady enough, but in truth, his heartbeats were as erratic as the flickers of the malfunctioning lantern at the very edge of the park.
The way she stammered and how her eyes—moonlit under her crimson mask—briefly went askance flattered and boosted his confidence enough for him to remain steady on his feet when he stood upright, offering her his hand and bowing deeply.
“Milady,” he couldn’t resist saying, opening an eye to see her eyes sparkled with muffled laughter.
“Mon Chaton.” She returned the bow, placing her hand in his. Then she glanced up at him, smiling impishly, and grasped both of his hands to whirl him around her, getting a shriek out of his lips before laughter filled the air as he took hold of her wrists and pulled her backwards with him.
None knew what kind of dance they were doing or if they were in sync with the park’s ball music.
