#once again i am practicing my chibis hehe

[mintjeru]

happy lunar new year!! may all that you wish for come true 🐉

open for better quality | no reposts

[aalissy]

Letters

Day 7 of Adrienette April is already done! I can’t believe this month is going by sooo fast :O! My babies are too sweet I think that’s why hehe. Lemme know if you liked this chapter <3

AO3

Marinette’s tongue poked out of the corner of her mouth, writing the latest entry in her diary. This notebook was different though. Instead of her usual entries in regards to how her day went, this one was dedicated to Adrien. Each page was a love letter devoted to all of the things she wished she could say to him, yet was unable too. It helped her to feel better and maybe, one day, if she gathered up the courage she would be able to send him one. Hugging the notebook to her chest, she sighed dreamily at the thought of Adrien finding one of her letters and confessing to her on the spot. The designer giggled slightly before closing her notebook, brushing a soft kiss onto the front cover. Placing it on her desk, Marinette hopped back onto her bed, cuddling up against a sleeping Tikki, who mumbled tiredly at her before her bug-eyes closed once again. 

When she awoke the next morning, it was in a mad dash. She was late for school. Once again. With a grumble and a shriek, she jumped off the bed, darting downstairs to her bathroom. There, she managed to brush both her teeth and hair at the same time, her eyes glancing at the clock which was continuously counting up. After she had finished, she ran back into her room to put on her usual school-outfit. Slinging her backpack over her shoulder, Marinette almost forgot her notebook. Grabbing the journal from her desk, she plopped it into her backpack before tearing off downstairs. She failed to recognize that it wasn’t her school notebook, but instead her Adrien notebook.

Giving a kiss to her parents, she grabbed a croissant for the road before she began racing off on her normal path to school. Marinette only realized her mistake when she landed on the steps, huffing and puffing in both exhaustion and relief as she noticed that she was actually early for once. A sharp tap on her shoulder, however, caused her to screech, whirling around to face a sheepish Adrien. That certainly didn’t help her as she squeaked in surprise, her backpack tumbling off of her shoulder and spilling its contents on the floor as the startled girl scrambled backwards.

“Sorry, Marinette, I didn’t mean to startle you,” his head bent down to help pick up things.

“I-It’s fine. I just didn’t realize it was you,” she also crouched down to reach for some scattered pencils before grabbing for her notebook. Her head connected against Adrien’s as they both reached for it at the same time, giving each other apologetic smiles in turn. 

Marinette pulled back, leaving him to pick up the slightly open journal and then listened to him apologize to her as he stood up, “Sorry again, Mari. I was just trying to help,” she watched as his gaze was drawn unwittingly down to the open notebook in his grasp before he gasped in excitement, “Is this a chibi version of me? Oh this is adorable! You’re such a talented drawer, Marinette. Did you also doodle our other classmates?”

She frowned in confusion for a moment, a chibi version of Adrien. She didn’t have that in her notebook, that was only in her... The designer let out an audible gasp, reaching for the journal before he could flip the page, “No, Adrien, wait!”

Her shout was too late, however, and he had already flipped the page and read at least the first few lines judging by the growing blush on his face before she could yank the book from his hand. Marinette’s eyes widened with horror as Adrien slowly blinked up at her, “Marinette... I,” he started softly.

Not wanting to face the brunt of his rejection, she clutched the notebook to her chest tightly, her eyes clenching shut shouting, “I sorry am!” before racing off to class. It was when she was safely in her seat that she allowed herself to panic. She was going to have to deal with Adrien in front of her for the remainder of the class period. She was completely screwed. Of all the notebooks she had to bring it just had to be that one... Sucking in a deep breath in an attempt to calm herself down, Marinette tugged harshly on her pigtails.

“Hey girl, what’s wrong? Why do you look so panicked?” Alya slid into the seat next to her, peering at her with concern.

“Alya help me!” she practically sobbed, falling into her best friend’s arms, “Adrien saw it!”

“Okay... can you be a bit more specific?” the reporter asked hesitantly, stroking her hair softly, “What exactly did Adrien see?”

Marinette pulled back to look into her friend’s hazel eyes, her lower lip wobbling lightly, “He saw my Adrien notebook!”

“No! The one you’ve written your love letters in?!” Alya’s eyes widened as her mouth fell open in shock. She merely nodded in answer to her friend’s question, diving back into her arms. The grasp around her tightened as Alya hugged her close, “Well what did he say?! Was it good or bad?”

“I-I didn’t exactly stick around to find out,” she sniffled lightly.

Alya frowned, leaning back to search Marinette’s blue eyes, “What do you mean you didn’t stick around to find out?”

“Well, I maybe, kind of, sort of, ran away from him,” her index fingers tapped together nervously as she peered up at Alya.

Her best friend sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose, “Marinette, how do you know how Adrien was going to respond if you just ran away from him.”

“He read my love letters, Alya!! There’s no way he was going to do anything but reject me. He probably thinks I’m creepy now! Oh, we’re never going to get married and have a house with 3 kids and a tiny hamster now,” Marinette wailed.

“I wouldn’t be too sure of that,” the reporter giggled, pointing at Adrien as he stumbled into his seat rather hazily, giving a half-wave to Nino.

Unfortunately for both Alya and Adrien, Marinette avoided both of their pointed glances, nibbling on her lip as she focused almost entirely on the lectures. When it was time for lunch, she stood up hastily, almost falling out of her seat in her rush to leave the room. She passed Adrien’s seat in a flash, her eyes clenched shut as she ran to the door. Just a few more steps and she would be there. Away from prying eyes. At least for a little while. 

Marinette was stopped, however, by a hand gently wrapping around her wrist, tugging her to a stop and, judging by the tingles that were racing up and down her arm it wasn’t Alya who had stopped her. She cursed briefly in her head before she heard Adrien’s small, soft voice respond, “Marinette, wait. Can we please talk?”

She turned around slowly, finding her best friend standing nearby and pleaded desperately with her eyes to help her form at least some kind of escape. Alya gave her a brief nod before turning to glare at the boy who was still holding her hostage, “Hey, sunshine! You’re going to go easy on my girl, right?”

“What? What do you mea-,” he had frowned at her words, glancing over his shoulder to look at her before cutting himself off harshly to whirl around and look at Marinette with wide eyes, “Is that why you ran away from me? You thought I would... Marinette, you have to know I would never, could never, hurt you like that.”

Her cheeks had turned the shade of a tomato as his emerald eyes peered down at her with concern. Though the designer attempted to squash it, a flickering spark of hope at his words was rising up. Clearing her throat quietly, she managed to speak up, though rather softly, “I-I guess I just thought that, well, nevermind. I-if you want to talk, w-we can.”

With a relieved sigh, Adrien tugged at her hand, pulling her out of the classroom and into an empty hallway, though not before she could see Alya give her a thumbs-up. Marinette gnawed on her lip as she watched him pace a few steps, a hand mussing up his usually tame, blonde hair. When it seemed like he had collected his thoughts, he took a deep breath, turning to peer down at her seriously, “Marinette, I need to tell you now that that was the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me, and I only got to read a few sentences,” Adrien laughed briefly, running a hand through his hair again.

Against her will, her heart did a flip, the original spark of hope flickering into a full-on fire. Stuttering slightly she gave him a small smile, “Yeah?”

“Yes,” he squeezed her shoulders with a bright grin before frowning, “But I also need to apologize. I never should have invaded your privacy by looking at your notebook like that. Had I known that you didn’t want me to see it I never would have gone against your wishes like that.”

“No, it’s okay, Adrien! You didn’t know,” Marinette reached a hand out hesitantly before placing it on one of the hands that were clutching her shoulder, giving it a small squeeze.

“Regardless, I shouldn’t have done it,” Adrien shook his head, “I don’t even know why I did. I guess I just thought I’d get to see more of your artwork.”

She hummed, nodding her head in understanding, “I understand, really.”

Reluctantly, Adrien nodded his own head, “I have another question for you too, if you don’t mind. Was it you who wrote that anonymous love letter to me last year?”

Marinette’s cheeks flamed and she ducked her head down shyly before giving him a small nod, “Y-yeah, that was me. I didn’t think you’d remember that.”

“Marinette, I could never forget that,” he laughed quietly, squeezing her shoulders again before sucking in a deep breath, “If I tell you something do you promise not to laugh?”

She frowned instantly, shaking her head, “Adrien, I would never laugh at you!”

“Okay,” the model took in another lungful of air before blurting out, “I have a huge crush on Ladybug!”

Wait... Did she hear that right? Marinette’s eyes blinked a few times in confusion before she spoke, “What?”

“I know, I know, it’s silly of me to have a crush on a literal superhero, right? But I just couldn’t help it!”

No, there’s absolutely no way that she has been competing with herself this whole time. The whole idea was so laughably odd that the only way this joke would be funnier if Adrien were Chat Noir. But that was impossible. So instead, she responded to him with more confusion, “Wait, have you even met her?”

“Yeah, she’s saved me a few times,” Adrien ducked his head shyly, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. Not that I could ever forget, Marinette giggled to herself silently as her cheeks turned a bright shade of red. The boy in front of her shook his head quickly though, “But I didn’t want to talk about that too much! I have to admit that my crush on Ladybug left me a little blind when it came to other girls in my life. Left me a little blind to you, but I think that could change.”

Marinette was immediately dropped out of her daydreams of sneaking into Adrien’s room as Ladybug and snapped back into the present. Was he serious? She managed to speak barely above a whisper, “What?”

“Marinette, I think I could love you. Who knows maybe I already do. Even just reading the first few lines of your letter made me so happy. I can’t imagine what reading the rest of them would do!”

It was all she could do not to drag Adrien down for a kiss, instead choosing to clarify hesitantly, “D-does that mean you want to try dating or...?” she trailed off, letting him decide how the rest of the conversation. She had already, albeit unknowingly, laid all her cards out on the table so it was time for him to do the same.

“If you’ll still have me, even knowing that I’m unbelievably nosy,” he chuckled with a small grin.

“Adrien, i-if you don’t mind I would r-really like to kiss you right now,” Marinette stuttered boldly through, her hands clenching at her sides.

“O-oh, okay,” the model nodded, his cheeks a cherry red.

Marinette’s eyes widened briefly before she stood up on her tip-toes, wrapping her arms around his neck as she tugged him down for a slow, sweet kiss. Her hands threaded through Adrien’s hair, running her fingers through the blonde locks as he shivered pleasantly in her arms. One day, she thought to herself as she tilted her head, one day when Hawkmoth is long gone. I’ll let him know that he’s been in love with the same girl the whole time.

[ayakashiramblings]

Twilight: Breaking Dawn and Relationships

Once again... I am sorry Gaku.

Prologue

For the love of the gods, you had just wanted to bond. Sure, you could have stuck to food but one of your comrades was finally at the legal drinking age. You just HAD to celebrate that.

So you had turned to a rather sketchy magazine and everyone said they were down to do whatever the activity was on the first page. 

Eventually, the page was burned. And you shall find out why. 

To give them credit, they were good sports about it and even drew up a chart. 

It was the Dawn Faction against the Twilight Faction, with each member of one of the factions having to compete with their counterparts in the other group.

The pairs arranged are listed before, couple with cute, loving annotations like ‘ogre-face’, ‘furry’ and ‘choker’.

Koga and Toichiro

Kuya and Shizuki 

Ginnojo and Kuro

Aoi and Oji

Yura and Gaku

MC as the regulator

Chaos and Pain

Koga Kitamikado

Ah, the budding entrepreneur, making great strides in the scary new world thanks to his smart decisions.

A truly educated and learned person.

So of course, he wisely chose… to do a dare. 

Mad man.  

Even madder, he knew it was Toichiro’s turn.

He couldn’t help it, he liked things to be unpredictable. All kitsunes were masters of that.

Also, it was he who started this whole game.

“Ok, I dare you… to watch.”

“... To watch?”

“Yes. For five minutes specifically.”

“Watch MC make out with Kuya.”

Toichiro lost half of his tail with a swift swing of a sword and his fur was all ruffled from that blast of wind before MC could stop them. 

So of course, MC had to do the smart thing. 

“Fine, I will. Aoi, prepare.”

“WHAT?!” 

Kuya was becoming unusually pale and at least now we know Koga is a red oni.

At least Koga’s exclamation was muffled as MC shoved a piece of paper to his face. 

It was only when Koga became cross-eyed did he realize that it was one of Aoi’s pieces... specifically a chibi sketch of Kuya sleeping on a tree branch.

And MC was... aggressively kissing the paper. 

The pressure of her lips still felt even through the paper on Koga’s face.

Damn, it could have been on fire.

The paper and his face. 

Toichiro lets it go because everyone is getting uncomfortable with all the action happening and, OMG MC are you trying to slip in your tongue? 

DID KOGA JUST TEAR THE PAPER WITH HIS TEETH?!

Aoi is sad that one of his hand-drawn chibis is now in bits and pieces. 

At least it was only Kuya.

Kuya

To be fair, he thought he was safe because the one asking was Shizuki. 

What he didn’t know was that not only was Shizuki ordered to, the snow spirit had imbibed in some alcohol.

“Kuya, I want you to write…”

“Why did you ask for the impossible?” 

As Shizuki waved away the Satori Seer, Kuya was unusually the first to offer comfort. What was usual was the ‘wisdom’ it possessed,

“It's OK Aoi, I have a story. It's about an American treasurer who got lost in history until his wife who he cheated on…”

“Here is the catch. I want you to write… a lemon on your LEAST favourite ayakashi that you’ve recently met with your most favourite person here.”

“Hmm… so Kagemaru and MC.”

“What the hell, Kuya?”

‘L’ is for Loser Kagemaru.

‘E’ is for Every time MC beats him, I smile.

‘M’ is for Masochist because Kagemaru is weak for strong girls.

‘O’ is for when Other Onmyoji Boy drags away his contract.

‘N’ is for Not gonna lie, it was beautiful.

Unlike Toichiro though, Shizuki doesn’t want to give up without a fight. 

So poor Kuya gets trapped in a snow blanket until the kitsune and the rest of the Twilight gang restrains the mad snow spirit. 

Oh well, at least he can sleep.

After Koga finishes digging him out of there.

Ginnojo

By now, the wise grandpa had witnessed the dangers of taking on dares, unlike SOME people.

“I’ll take the truth.”

“Gin-Gin, this isn’t you pursuing truth and justice.”

“I know and frankly, with the way things are going, maybe not now. Corruption runs too deep.”

I mean... he’s not wrong. Kuro slightly pouts at having been seen through.

“Ok, now tell me what part of MC do you think you can touch without blushing?”

...

Nevermind, he would rather live a lie. 

It’s just that Kuro, ever-the-summer-child is great at giving the purest thing in the world. 

Puppy-dog eyes. 

There is no way he can lie now so, ironically with his face practically beet-red, confesses, 

“Her kimono. Specifically the sleeve.”

“Hehe, so that’s what you...”

“Specifically the third thread.”

“Weird flex but ok...”

“Specifically the third thread’s middle and it has to be the blue one.”

Again, the Twilight sect has to show mercy to their elderly citizens.

MC offers him her sleeve, even slightly pulling out the thread and now Ginnojo can smile, albeit bashfully.

Aoi

He stares at Oji like an office camera. 

What was the lesser of two evils? Truth, and who knows what Oji might ask. Dare, and…well…he could only imagine what his employer’s mind could think, but at least he knew Oji wouldn't propose anything life-threatening. 

Just utterly mortifying like that one time Oji had dropped him off at school...

“Hehe, don’t worry, I won’t ask you to do anything extreme.”

“I’d rather you ask anything extreme. Truth.”

For some reason, Oji smirked, as if that was the right choice for his plan and the wrong one for Aoi’s last shred of dignity.

“Ok, gimme a second...”

Everybody freaked out when Oji decided to let the eye in the middle of his forehead appear and bulge out.

“It’s my lie-detecting eye.”

Yes, everyone. He has one. Not that he thinks his own son would lie. 

Aoi is tempted to punch it away but he couldn’t let the rest of his comrades down after all they’ve done.

“Is there something you've seen in a steamy movie that you'd like to try?”

Great, and now it would look bad if he couldn’t name any or chose the wrong one to highlight. 

So like the pure baby virgin that he is, announces, 

“The ribbons.”

MC tries giving him her hair ribbon but he smacks it away with the brightest blush she has ever seen on his face. 

Smacks the eye as well that just turns green to show that he is telling the truth.

Yura

“My wise brother will never do such foolish acts like choosing...”

“I pick truth!”

... Gaku is tired. He already knows how kinky his brother is.

Don’t ask me how he knows. 

Anyways, Gaku has to think for a moment. He doesn’t want to put his brother in a bad light but he still has to keep the risque nature of the game.

So, he finally settles for asking, “Ever put something weird in your body?”

There, the most ambiguous question that ANYONE could take an innocent perspective on...

“Why, I once indulge in cream whipped to fluffy peaks with Sir Kuya. We poured it over our chests...”

Kuya tries to protest in his frozen chamber but it’s too late. 

“And made-believed that we were Oji’s pecs he thinks he can expose but truthfully fails.”

Now, to Yura’s horror, Kuya is further pressed against the floor and Koga is still struggling to dig him out. 

Interlude

“We’re killing them.” announced the Dawn faction. 

MC has officially died and wonders about calling Akiyasu up just so that her Ayakashi would fight together against him instead of each other. 

Even Kagemaru somehow offers her his commiserations as Yuzuru the beautiful geisha who had only arrived to deliver some beer. 

Stumbles into this mess and stumbles out.

And now, it’s time for the Twilight gang.

Toichiro Yuri

Sweet revenge for Koga. 

“I want you to kiss Shizuki DIRECTLY, LIPS TO LIPS.”

At first, he was fine. It was just making out. Sure, he might vomit into his valet’s mouth but at least that could be cleaned up. 

Plus, at least Shizuki should be a good kisser with all the ladies he has charmed into his life.

... Until Toichiro had realized.

“Why... is the rest of the kitsune clan here?”

Many small foxes were loping in their direction, some already in their more humanoid form. All had one goal. 

“GREETINGS MASTER TOICHIRO!”

“Sir Koga said that there was a huge bash with inari sushi!”

As Koga tosses a few fried tofu pieces at the rabid crowd, Toichiro’s eyes turned briefly feral.

“... I hate you. When this is over, I’ll- mmph!”

Shizuki decides to land a big wet one on him. 

Today was the day Toichiro learnt that no, Shizuki was a bad kisser. drunk at least.

There was an unexpected twist when one of the clan members cried with joy.

“FINALLY! MY SHIP HAS SET SAIL!”

Shizuki

Can we just marvel at the fact he is actually playing though for just a second? 

We all know the other stoic man Ginnojo is actually curious about new games.

But to get Shizuki to play instead of just serving some drinks and cordials?

That is no ordinary accomplishment.

And all we have to thank for this marvellous sight is... alcohol. 

Oji-san, why?

“Tell us how you orgasm.”

Kuya, why?

Except... Shizuki doesn’t bat an eyelid. In fact, he even throws a wolfish grin in.

“Only before my girl because she is too good.”

“But I make sure hers comes harder.”

“And she will scream.”

...

Kuya lost and just burrows himself into the snow hole Koga had spent hours digging.

Oji

At this point, Aoi is becoming like the past self you had only seen once. 

An absolute discipline master. 

Oji thinks he can get away because Aoi is way too shy to ask him to do anything THAT scandalous. 

For some with 100 eyes, the old man sure is blind.

With a smirk and almost evil, ominous tendrils of his bad aura flooding the room, he asks Oji,

“Well, I think you must have been a verrry bad boy in school.”

For the next round, Aoi makes Oji have a time out on someone’s lap.

Specifically Shizuki. 

“You are so grounded after this.”

“Don’t you mean, time out, Mister?”

Aoi has no regrets.... especially since he managed to sketch it, caricature style.

Kuro

“I’m going to go with truth because I have a feeling the dare is the opposite of touching ironically.”

Wise choice, Kuro.

The problem is... he’s forgetting that Ginnojo was a soldier.

For a major force in the Edo period.

And he has seen Aoi grilling everyone while at the Milk Hall. 

If he doesn’t know what questions will break a person, I don’t know what to say.

“So... Kuro, does your Ayakashi species know how to lap dance? If not, what are their attractive features?”

“Oh, Gin-Gin. Why did you go to the dark side?”

“Because you hate the dark. Also, I took out something from the military.”

He darted out of the room, returning with a fairly large device. 

Ginnojo set it up directly in front of Kuro, tapping a microphone positioned in front of him. Several lights on the device blinked, and a paper readout steadily fed out a long sheet of steady wavy lines. 

“This is a lie detector, the less freaky version. I’ve got Gaku making one based on your heart rate.”

Ok, I don’t think the lie detector was invented by then but let’s go along with it, ok? 

“Erm... not really. I guess... we hug a lot?”

The lie detector machine broke. Now nobody knows. 

Until 1921.  

Gaku

Dare because there is obviously something he can FINALLY do for his brother.

Picking truth would have been anti-climatic because the twins know each other too well.

“I want a customized sex toy that vibrates.”

Specifically to the theme song of the game.

Gaku decides at that very moment to never let Yura near his notes ever again. 

Because now he has to refer to his original blueprints... except he doesn’t actually have a notebook on this. 

FOR OBVIOUS REASONS.

Actually has to sketch it out.

He refuses to look at the anatomical books he has even though there is literally a shelf dedicated for them.

So... yes, he’s drawing based on what he’s seen.

“So, are you basing it off yours because it’s awfully average...”

“OF COURSE A DICK LIKE YOU WOULD KNOW!”

Epilogue

Aoi has decided he is going to stay away from alcohol.

MC didn’t even moderate the game. She just watched the chaos unfold. And the article burn.