#fluff month

I was inspired by this fanart of sanji ice skating so for the #opffff24 i did some doodles of the strawhats having some winter fun 😁

This the work that inspired me :)

Big sister shopping day

I feel like I am forever going to be trying to cleanse my sins of hurting these two.

tw: long furby

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Jeremy and Michael had done a lot of stupid shit in their time together. It only got worse as they got older.

One such stupid thing they'd done was birth a long Furby. It took like 12 hours because the sewing machine was a bitch and stopped working but it happened.

Now Jeremy was being particularly sad today because Hamilton tickets were still way too fucking expensive for his broke ass to purchase. So what did Michael, the amazing boyf riend that he is, do to make his boyf feel better?

Wrap their long son around Jeremy's neck and whispered: "Your son has wished you stop being a depressed piece of shit."

Jeremy looked up at Michael and then at his other shoulder at their long son and burst out into laughter. "Oh my fucking god this is why I love you."

And then they kissed and the author didn't really know how to end this so it's not the greatest.

Fite meh.

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Ending’s shit but like. This is what happenes when I decide to write at 2 am

General taglist: @winterswrandomness @thetomorrowshow @just-some-gt-trash @elatedgiff @specklefreckle15 

Chat Noir: {Pouts from the trapdoor} But I AM home, just got here Princess.

Today’s drabble was commissioned by the lovely @lahiffed for Nino/Marinette. Thank you for being amazing. <3

“Where’d you get that Miraculous?” Ladybug demanded, advancing on Carapace. “That doesn’t belong to you.”

“Hey, wait, hold on.” Carapace’s voice was muffled through the mask covering most of his face under the hood. He put his hands up as he stepped backwards again. He turned to eye the roof ledge he was getting much too close to. “I can explain!”

She stopped and crossed her arms. “Then explain.”

“Where’s Chat?”

“I’m losing my patience, Turtle. Tell me what you’ve done with Master Fu.”

“Nothing! I swear.” He glanced around the rooftop and lowered his voice. “I’m a distraction. I’m just out here to throw someone off his trail.”

She gave him a wary look. “You’re working with Fu?”

“Yeah. I’ve been studying with him for months but apparently something happened yesterday with the person he suspects is Hawkmoth? So he wanted me to come out as the Turtle and try to confuse him. I was supposed to tell you and Chat Noir together.”

“Chat couldn’t come out tonight.”

Carapace frowned, the fabric over his mouth shifting with the movement. “That might not be a good sign.”

(Okay, this is my first piece I've ever written at all, so this is a bit nerve wracking, but here it is!)

Once again, Adrien and Marinette are spending  an afternoon in Marinette’s room. They just finished up their homework assignments and are debating whether to play video games or watch a movie with the time they had left for the day when Adrien notices that while everything seems normal, Marinette's smile seems a little forced and there's a tightness around her eyes.

"Okay, what's bothering you?"

"Ugh, it's really nothing."

"It's clearly not."

"Well it should be! God this is so stupid."

Adrien adjusts himself on the desk chair and waits for her to continue.

Marinette begins pacing and gesturing with her hands, "Okay, so, we've been doing this, knowing the identities thing and the being together thing for a couple of weeks now, and everything's great, and I know you think I'm wonderful as 'Marinette', and I totally know that it's true, but sometimes, when I let my brain wander a little too far, I start to worry that, well," she ducks her head and mumbles, "maybe you still like me as 'Ladybug' better." Lifting her head, she half shouts, "Even though, logically, I know that's completely stupid!"

Adrien's eyes shoot wide, then he looks down and frowns in thought, and then looks up at her, grins, and says with a chuckle, "You're right, that is stupid."

Marinette throws her hands up, "I know!" she shouts in exasperation and guilty relief at his words.

Adrien taps his chin and says, "Okay, so apparently this completely false idea isn't going to just leave you alone, so we need to put it to rest once and for all." He spins the chair to face the desk, grabs a discarded page from an earlier sketch, a pencil, and the nearest text book.  "So I am going to demonstrate to you," he swivels around, clasps Marinette's hand and heads for the chaise lounge, "that not only do I NOT like Ladybug more, but!-" He plops down, dragging her with him, arranging them so they are sitting side by side, her fingers are intertwined with his in his left hand, and the back side of the sketch is sitting on the textbook in his lap, "I actually like Marinette better." he finishes with a toothy grin.

Marinette blinks at him in utter confusion. "Okay, that makes no sense.  'Ladybug' is literally everything that 'Marinette' is, but with superpowers.  I'll buy that you like them... us? me... the same, but liking Marinette better than Ladybug makes no logical sense."

Adrien uses his free hand to squeeze her forearm, "That's where you're wrong, princess! And I'll prove it with a venn diagram."  Then he grabs the pencil and draws two large overlapping circles.

Marinette mutters, “Of course you would use something like a venn diagram.”

Ignoring her comment, Adrien starts, "So, over here in the right section are all of the attributes that are exclusive to Ladybug, in the middle, is the section for shared attributes, and on the left is everything that's just Marinette and not Ladybug." Adrien looks up at Marinette.  "Now, before we begin, you do understand, logically at least that when I look at you, I see Marinette all the time, right? I mean, at first it was a little bit weird to adjust, but since then, you're always either Marinette, or Marinette in polka dots with power ups."

Marinette quirks her mouth and replies, "Yes, logically I know that you see me as one person, even though there was an adjustment period, and it was much the same for me with you."

Adrien nods. "And so even though you originally fell for the charming boy next door, or... a couple of blocks away anyway, you don't see the mysterious hero as somehow lesser, because I know you also always see 'us' as me. Right?"

Marinette snorts and rolls her eyes, but can't quite hide her grin, "Of course, kitty.  It's all always you." She pokes him in the ribs. "The same inflated ego and everything. Though, somehow Chat Noir still has all the pet names.  Huh."

"Not all of them." Adrien mumbles to himself.

"What was that, Chaton?"

Adrien flashes his winningest smile, "Oh nothing, Hot Stuff."

Marinette shoves him while he cackles before burying her face in her hands. "Oh my God Alya! I'm gonna kill her!"

Adrien does his best to compose himself while a few giggles slip through. "Okay, we got off track." He grabs her hand again and gives it a quick kiss before wrapping her arm into his so he can use her clasped hand as a prop for his cheek, as he gestures to the center section of the diagram. "So basically, your whole personality belongs in this middle section, because, while you do act some differently, the essence of your personality doesn’t change when you don the suit.” Adrien jots ‘whole personality’ in the middle section while Marinette looks at him skeptically. He continues, “No really, when you’re Ladybug, your personality is the same, you’ve just always got your game face on.” He scribbles ‘perpetual game face’ in the rightmost section. “While Marinette, exclusive of Ladybug, has better access to your other faces, like sleepy relaxed face, which is among my favorites.” He adds it to the leftmost section. “But Ladybug does not have exclusive rights to the Marinette Dupain-Cheng game face, which is a sight to behold, whether directed at an akuma or Chloe, so it goes in the middle, as a non-perpetual option.”

Marinette looks thoughtfully at this odd parsing of her personality. “Okay, I guess I can see that. But then there’s also the superpowers.”

“Right you are!” Adrien exclaims while absentmindedly rubbing a circle on the back of her hand he’s still holding. “So here we go, on the Ladybug exclusive side,” He pens as he speaks, “Can lift a car.”  He taps the pen to his chin and considers, “Oh! There’s that crazy Cats Cradle-like thing you do between lamp posts and stuff when something needs catching.” He carefully writes ‘mad yoyo skillz’. “How are you at yoyos without the suit anyway?”

Marinette shoots him a puzzled look. “What? I don’t know.  The last time I picked up a regular yoyo was against Simon Says, and I was Ladybug at the time, so I don’t think that counts.”

“Doesn’t it though?”

“No, it doesn’t, I’m a klutz when I’m not Ladybug"

“Ooh, right. I forgot that one" Adrien jots in the Ladybug section ‘basic coordination’.  

Marinette slaps his arm with her free hand, “Oh shut up.”

Adrien grins at her. “What? I think it’s cute.  Oh, but that does bring up another thing.” Adrien writes, ‘creates random polka dotted items from thin air.’

Marinette frowns. “They’re not random.  It’s all part of the Ladybug thing. I get the lucky charm and then figure out how to use it to solve whatever problem I’m encountering.”

Adrien wears an amused smirk. “Are you saying that you don’t come up with scathingly brilliant plans that may or may not be ridiculously convoluted when you’re not being Ladybug?” Marinette eyes him warily, but is unsure how to respond.  He continues with the most smug grin he can muster, “What about, ‘Operation: Secret Garden?’”

Marinette shouts, “ALYA IS SO DEAD!" as she tackles a laughing Adrien to the floor, grabs a nearby pillow, and beats him with it as soundly as a detransformed superheroine can. Adrien blocks as well as he can while trying to catch a breath through his own laughter, between gasps he says, “And then… when I invited you for a ride… you said... NO!”  His face goes purple with the force of his laughter. Marinette yells, “Shut it, Buttercup!!” while beating him with renewed vigor. Between breaths Adrien responds, “Oh look, another pet name!” and give up speaking to his fit of giggles.

Marinette throws the pillow down, face plants onto it, and yells into the pillow, “You are the worst!!”

As Adrien is calming down from his giggle high, he breathes, “God I love you.”

Marinette lifts her face from the pillow and scowls at him. “I love you too, but I thought this exercise was supposed to be about making me feel better.”

Adrien clears his throat, and fails to wipe the stupid grin off his face. “You’re right. We got side tracked.” He gets up, walks over to Marinette and offers his hand, “My Lady?” She huffs as she takes the offered hand and he immediately re-twines their fingers and escorts her back to the chaise lounge where they resettle. “So, the only thing I see missing from the Ladybug side is admittedly pretty cool, and that is your magical reset button.”

Marinette snickers. “You mean ‘Miraculous Ladybug?’”

“Yeah, that. Now, moving on to my favorite section, the Marinette exclusive of Ladybug section.”

Marinette still seems unconvinced.  “Aside from ‘sleepy relaxed face’ what could possibly go there?”

Adrien looks her in the eye and raises an eyebrow before silently jotting down, ‘can hang out in public.’ “Marinette is a whole lot easier to date.”

“Okay, that’s actually a pretty good point.”

“Oh, and add to that,” he writes, ’is close friends with my close friends.’ “I mean, this whole having friends thing is still a pretty big deal for me, so having this relationship with you when Nino and Alya are already so close to both of us, it’s just… really nice.”

Marinette smiles. “Okay, yeah, I guess that’s pretty special.”

“And then” Adrien announces as he absentmindedly runs little circular patterns on her wrist, “There’s one final thing that Marinette has that ladybug does not.” He puts the diagram down and turns to face her directly, grabbing her hand in both of his in the process. “This thing that Ladybug sorely lacks is easily ten times better than all the magical powers combined and frankly puts every last polka dotted trinket and yoyo trick to shame. This is the thing that makes me certain that I like Marinette more than Ladybug, without any doubt whatsoever.”

Marinette giggles, “Alright! Out with it, what do I have that’s that’s so special that Ladybug doesn’t?”

Adrien lifts her hand up to his lips and breaths one word before lightly kissing her knuckles, “Skin.”