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Ok, I have a WIP small comics, and I have a lot of ideas.I should finish the smallest to biggest so it would be not a big mess for me.

  • Continue that Angst doodle.
  • TH Baby Bones
  • How TH!Scary fell in love to TH!Goth (in anime reference)
  • Babysitting the Poth (I might only post 2 panels each post so it wouldn’t be hassle for me)
  • more to that
Role Models

Marinette is sent to the Principal’s office.

This piece is apart of a gift exchange with the loveliest group of people! Not only did I have this beautiful piece of art gifted to me by the awesome @yunyin, but it felt like each and every piece of art and fic that came out of this exchange was a gift for us all! So a big thank you to the amazing @baneismydragon for this wonderful idea that really helped spread some much needed cheer!

And on that note! I was assigned to create something for the sweetest of the sweets, @sweet-childhood-dreams! We recently were discussing some ideas and this fanfic is based on one of Lisa’s hilarious ramblings! I hope you don’t mind me using it as a prompt Lisa! (But I just couldn’t resist! :3)

(ao3 link)

Marinette wondered how it had come to this.

There she sat, her back rigid straight, while before her the Principal continued on with her lecture.

She didn’t know what to do with her hands, and it was bothering her to no end. Placing them on the Principal’s desk seemed inappropriate. She tried crossing her arms against her chest but that seemed too rebellious and defensive. Resting them on her lap, one on top of the other, didn’t seem to work either as the sudden weight of them and the feeling of her sweaty palms made her squirm. Eventually she gave up, propping an elbow on her armrest, while her left hand swung idly by her side over the side of her chair.

Once she had finally settled, she was better able to focus on the situation at hand, listening in intently in shock and frustration as the Principal continued with their slightly judgemental speech…

Marinette could feel her body stiffening as with each remark she became more and more defensive and she tried to control her anger as the chiding continued. Her hands locked into fists—

—Until she felt a sudden nudge against her wrist. Out of view from the Principal’s eyes and under the table, a hand reached for hers. Marinette turned to her partner in crime, meeting his bright green eyes as he offered her a small smile. She relaxed, her hand unwinding as their fingers tangled. Her ring knocked against his as they held onto each other.

They found comfort at one another’s touch and while their nerves still plagued them. But as always, they were more than willing to face their next challenge as a team. He gave her hand a reassuring squeeze, to which she easily returned.

Emma had gotten into a fight.

“…So you can see why we have called you here today,” the Principal continued, to which the couple nodded. “Emma’s behaviour today was quite alarming—”

“She’s never done anything like this before!” Marinette interrupted before turning to look at Adrien who frowned, bringing his free hand up to the back of his neck. “Well…not like this at least.”

“Well, that being said, I thought it best to have the two of you join me today.” said the Principal, even in her soft reassuring voice, the underlying impression she gave was vast disappointment, bordering on condescension. Marinette’s hand tightened around Adrien’s. “It seems that the catalyst for this incident is that Emma has been telling lies at school and when confronted about it, things became physical.”

Marinette gasped. If she had taught her children anything, besides how loved they were, she had hoped it would been that truthfulness was always the better path than lying.

“I’m sorry,” Adrien asked, interrupting her thoughts. She turned to look as his brows furrowed in confusion, “But what do you mean by ‘confronted’?”

“Well,” the Principal said, “she’s been telling the other students that her parents are Ladybug and Chat Noir.”

Immediately, the pair froze, dropping their hands, before looking at one another, mouths agape.

A single beat of silence past.

“I…well—ummm…” Adrien tried his best to form a response, but like Marinette, who had slowly brought a hand up to cover her mouth, he had no way of properly forming a reply.

“You can see how preposterous this whole thing is,” the Principal went on, misinterpreting their shock, “which is why I think it’s important we have this discu—”

“WE WERE ROLEPLAYING!”

Marinette stared at her husband, hand falling back to her armrest as her cheeks burst into flame. She gazed back at the Principal who had paused mid-speech.

Trying to find a way to make Adrien’s sudden outburst in anyway appropriate, Marinette tried in vain to find her voice. “Um, well, you see…” she squeaked, hoping with all her might to dig themselves out of this awkward hole Adrien had thrown them headfirst into.

However in her flustered state, her mind was blank. “We were…” she brought a hand up to her forehead, brushing back her bangs and instinctively reaching to pull on a pigtail that was no longer there. Instead she ran a hand through her short hair, and tried once more, “We, uh…we were…”

“…roleplaying?” Adrien finished for her with a shrug and she turned to glare at him. He grimaced.

The Principal remained silent, her own mouth open in shock and Marinette brought a hand up to her face in complete mortification.

“Right…” Adrien continued, and Marinette peeked out from behind her hand to see him visibly sweating, staring at the ground, “errr, we were roleplaying… ” emphasizing the word in such a way that if Marinette thought she could pass this off as a cosplaying endeavour, she was sadly mistaken. In her head she screamed, begging for him to just stop talking.

But he didn’t.

“And we had just started—thankfully—” and he balked at the implication, “I mean! We had just gotten into our costumes! We hadn’t done anything like that yet.”

Marinette kicked him under the table. He flinched.

“W-well,” he continued, bending down to rub his shin, “we were just about to—well, I mean, we were dressed up and the children came in—”

Marinette couldn’t watch. She held her head in her hand in embarrassment as she cut him off.  There was nothing left to do now then roll with it.“—and they thought we were the real Ladybug and Chat Noir!” she said through bared teeth.

“Right!” Adrien agreed, straightening in his chair as if suddenly happy to see some reinforcement on Marinette’s part on their unbelievable tale. “…So,” he continued, “from that day…we’ve, uh, we’ve been doing it more often!”

Silence engulfed the office once more as Adrien’s face turned redder and redder, matching Marinette’s own blushing complexion.

“I MEAN!” and his voice rose in pitch, reminding Marinette of a flustered Chat Noir from their younger years—something she would have looked back on fondly if not for their current situation. “I mean the dressing up part!”

Marinette turned to him, slowly allowing for him to see the darkest glare she could muster. A glare that demanded him to stop talking. “Dressing up for the kids,” she clarified.

“Yes, yes! We dress up as the heroes for the kids!” said Adrien. And Marinette nodded, until he continued, “…not for the other thing.” Marinette immediately stopped nodding along. But even then Adrien continued, “You know the rolepl—”

“You know what!” the Principal cut him off, clasping her hands together on top of her desk, “I think we’ve covered the matter!” And she continued on, awkwardly trying to divert the conversation back to how this whole debacle was merely rooted in an odd misunderstanding. She went on with a new lecture, this one with a recommendation that the couple have a long talk with their children about the difference between playtime and reality.

Marinette tried to focus, to be the good, proper parent and look as if she were taking this whole matter very seriously. If anything, she was hoping that they could move past this whole situation and burn the last five minutes of conversation from their memories. If only she could Lucky Charm their way out of this. Instead she felt as if Adrien had done a rather effective job of Cataclysm-ing the entire meeting.

She could feel his eyes on her, and she stubbornly tried to ignore him, even as he moved his chair closer to her side. That familiar touch on her hand returned once more and while she initially flinched away from him, she quickly acquiesced, letting out a sigh.

Eventually, she peeked up at him from the corners of her eyes, feeling the blush rise back up to her cheeks—this time not of embarrassment. It was a blush that reminded her of her younger self and a younger version of the man beside her.

She watched as a corner of his mouth tweaked upwards. And she could tell he was holding back a grin as his eyes twinkled in the victory of catching her gaze. She returned his stare with a fluttering feeling in her chest and he had the gall to wink at her. The action knocked her from her swooning as she remembered herself, remembered him, and worst of all remembered what he had done. She glared at him once more, hoping to silently communicate to him that they were not done with this discussion.

He pressed his lips together to suppress his smile and whereas before such an action might’ve caused her knees to buckle and heart to flip, now it just added to the fire in her eyes and the scowl on her face.

It wasn’t until later on that that look came back to haunt Chat Noir as he leapt through the City, laughing in a mixture of delight and fear as his Lady followed him, hot on his tail.

Monsta X reaction to seeing their black girlfriend’s hair afrod out for the first time

AN: Based on my own imagination


Shownu: Wide eyes upon first sight. A smile grows on his face as he continues to stare at you. Thinks you look cute regardless of what hairstyle you try, will get extra protective of you if anyone had anything negative to say about you and the way you choose to wear your hair.

Wonho: Encouraged you to do it because he was curious to see it, tells you it looks amazing and would really want to touch it. Would ask if you’re okay with it or not and would want you to teach him everything associated with keeping your hair healthy. Begs you to keep it like this for as long as possible because he thinks you look prettier like this and he’s really proud to have you.

Minhyuk: Wouldn’t recognize you for a second, “only because you looks so stunning I can’t believe it’s you. Wants to touch instantly, you would have to smack his hands away. Forehead kisses, tries to cop a feel at it. Wants you to teach him how to style your hair so you can have matching accessories together and hairstyles if you’d allow it.

Kihyun: Can’t stop secretly taking pictures of you because omg you look so cute.Would ask any and every question he has about it in his head at the moment. Would get mad pissed if people looked at you weird or would say anything out of line. Is really concentrated and on board with learning how to braid your hair if you wanted too as well. 

Hyungwon: Won’t stop staring because you look different, only then does he realize that your hairstyle has changed. Doesn’t think much of it because you’re his girl and if this is what you want to do and you’re happy, then he’s more than happy about it. Pinches your cheeks and tell you that you look beautiful no matter how you look or what anyone tells you.

Jooheon: Wanted to help you do it because he was really curious about the process. Would sing and take extra care with dealing with you and would giggle when you tell him to stop. Can’t stop himself from touching it because it’s so floofy and soft. Another one you’d have to tell to stop touching because you’d get tired of it. The type to freestyle about how he loved you an your appearance as he walked around you, eyeing you up and down.

I.M: The second you told him what you were going to do, he would go out and get you whatever you needed to keep your hair healthy. Would sit in the same room as you to watch the process. Refuses to help because he’s afraid of combing your hair too harshly when he gets excited. Uses his aegyo voice to talk to you when he sees the end result because he thinks its the only way to talk to the cutest person on the universe.


Masterlist

CHLONATH WEEK!!

ahhhhhhh, its the last day of chlonath week and i’ve just had that greatest time!! thank you to everyone that’s contributed to showing some appreciation to our fav tomato boy and bee girl!! you guys are awesome!!

I just want to reiterate what i’ve said to lots of people this week! That the goal of the week was just to get some awesome content created and to share and like all the amazing stuff. So for anyone stressed out about deadline or schedules, please know that chlonathweek isn’t just a week!! (regardless of the name!!) 

So for those who missed a day or weren’t able to post on the exact day please feel free to share your chlonath work anytime!! because ill be looking for it!!! and ill be queueing up some chlonath goodness!!

I know i myself will be going back to some of the prompts to finish off some of the ideas i never got around too!! so post all your chlonath content, and maybe in a months time or sometime done the line ill do a chlonath redux and just reblog all of it again!! 

Thank you again to everyone who participated! whether you wrote, arted, liked or reblogged you guys are all awesome!! 

Can’t believe I didn’t notice at first…

They completely omitted Amaterasu from Season 2. I suppose that was because it would have messed up having to let Yato see Ebisu ‘die’ instead…

:/

I’m still upset they messed with that. I know some people enjoyed that because he’s the main character and all, but you do realize Bishamon had a connection with Ebisu too, right? Also, it did make much more of an impact for Yato to find out the way he did in the manga. I bawled when I read that part.

but really I would have liked to see Amatersu in season two