like seriously kitty

new drinking game: drink every time kit thinks ty is beautiful or that he likes the way he lives and feels too intensely

“I’m Gonna Rock Your World!”

This was my OTP back in the day~ 

A fit of nostalgia has me rewatching this series and I’m 100% ok with admitting I judge an episode on how much Lancitty is in it on whether I liked the episode or not, with the exception of some elements~

Seriously, though, I have some bad fanart from ‘09 of these two and I loved this damn show and will never be over it and gah~!!! <3

anonymous asked:

Ladynoir seductive kiss please?

Prompt #8: Seductive Kiss
Summary: In which Adrien contemplates life while kissing Ladybug. 
Word Count: 779 

Originally posted by veryspecialpictures

I can’t believe I did this. 

Ladybug’s fingers ghost against the back his neck, and Adrien shudders at the contact of her skin touching his skin. His ears become hot, and his fingers sweaty as she brushes against his side, sitting next to him. It’s been increasingly harder to ignore the way she looks compared to four or five years ago, but he won’t let it go any farther than the kissing they’ve been doing.

A lot of kissing.

“Hi,” she says cheerfully, and he looks at her. She looks over Paris, her blue eyes seeing things he probably will never see. “It’s so pretty today.”

It is, he agrees, but it’s nowhere close to how pretty she is in that moment, with that smile on her face and that light in her eyes. It can put even the stars to shame. She raises her hands and runs them through her hair – and then it’s down, swaying in the wind. Her hair is longer now than it had been, hitting her shoulder blades.

He swallows and looks away. His cheeks feel warm.

“You’re awfully quiet, Kitty Cat.” She sounds too cheerful, and when he looks back at her, her face is too close to his.

“I’m just admiring the view, my Lady.” He responds, trying to pull off his easy smile but with her so close, he’s pretty sure it looks like a grimace. His fingers itch be on her waist, pulling her flush with his body, and her lips look so… plump?

She leans forward more, and he leans back, falling onto his elbows. “I see,” she says, that smile on her face still and that sparkle in her eyes. “I love Paris at night.”

He nods weakly, because there’s not much else he can do. Her smile softens and she leans forward. He closes his eyes when her lips gently brush against his, leaving the taste of strawberries on his mouth. She pulls away, resting her forehead against his.

“My lady?”


“Please keep kissing me.” He opens his eyes, and hers open too, a little surprised but then she smiles again. He reaches up, cupping the back of her head and bringing her lips back onto his, and his eyes close again.

Their lips move together in perfect sync, and he falls against the ground when her hand pushes down against his chest. His other hand moves up to wrap around her waist as one of her hands presses against his chest.

I love you, I love you, I love you. He thinks; he still hasn’t said those three little words for some reason, even though the feeling only increases each year in different ways. It’s not quite the same as it had been back then, but it’s still strong and persistent, like a little fire. One day, he knows he’ll tell her, but not yet – not until he feels like it’s right.

He flips them over, catching himself against the ground and she yelps a little before laughing, her eyes opening. She puts her hands on his waist and he grins at her before he presses his lips against hers again.

It amazes him that his (rotten) luck let him meet such an amazing person like her. To not know her… that would be something that he wouldn’t be able to comprehend anymore. She had practically made him a different person… and she was his best friend.

Her hand suddenly drifts up to his hair and intertwines in it, while her other hand wraps around his waist tightly, pulling his body down. He doesn’t open his eyes when one of her legs wraps around his waist, though he does yelp in surprise when she flips them over again. Her smile is mischievous as she straddles his waist and presses her lips against his again. His eyes close again—

Her fingers suddenly run up and down his sides, and he shrieks, pulling away. Laughter bubbles from the pit of his stomach and he squirms as she actually tickles him. Her cackles fill the night air as he writhes and flails around like a duck in her too strong grip.  

And then she stops and presses her lips against his briefly before hopping off of him. It takes him a moment to recover enough to sit up, which is when she is hanging off the latter.

“Catch me if you can, Kitty!”

He narrows his eyes at her and leaps up onto his feet. Her laugh rings through the air and he gives chase to her.

(Later, he does manage to catch up on her by tackling her and making her a mess of shrieks and giggles. Who knew she was so ticklish?)

See the prompts here.

update from yr humble washingtonian blogger: the sun has been red & the sky hazy where i live for a few days prior to this but now ash has been falling all day & the smoke is so thick it’s unsafe to be out w/o a mask. the county next to ours has evacuated some ppl and there is a significant possibility that we’ll end up being evacuated too if the fire gets any worse (and so far, the news reports that it’s at 0% containment). so many places i’ve visited thruout my childhood are in flames rn… btwn this and the hurricanes that are happening, shit’s starting to feel a bit apocalyptic.

//. UPDATE : The Hello Kitty show is so CUTE !! And i love watching things with @watcherandshield !! So bless it !! Honestly though if you all need cheering up, this show is totally a need. It’s so adorable. 


The moral: Ask and you will receive… eventually. 

Title: Helplessness

Kissing Prompt #5: Angry kiss
Summary: To say that Chat Noir would never forget the terror of seeing that man walking on Marinette with that knife in his hand, like that hunter from Snow White, would be the understatement of the century. 
Pairing: MariChat
Word Count: 3.5k
Rating: T for language (and kissing)
A/N: Oh. My. Lord. Please, just take this. I’ve been agonizing over this for months. I’ve literally partially written each pairing for the square and axed them out at least once because I didn’t like the way it flowed. 

Also: fight scene because I feel like it. Forgive me, for it’s been over a year since I’ve written a proper fight and I’m probably rusty. (The closest are a gladiator game that the main character watched and a giant wave nearly drowning the main character.) 

Oh, and have the angst and the rain for good measure. I’m projecting my own feelings over this prompt on the poor catboy. 


Summary: To say that Chat Noir would never forget the terror of seeing that man walking on Marinette with that knife in his hand, like that hunter from Snow White, would be the understatement of the century.

Prompt #5: Angry Kiss

I was screaming loud tonight
Can you hear my voice this time?

-Fight Song, Rachel Platten

It’s raining. Of course it’s raining. How utterly cliché for it to be raining during an akuma attack.  

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