why did yuuri take no drunk selfies at the banquet? why does he have no pictures of him holding onto viktor, tie around his head, laughter in both of their eyes? why is his the only phone with no evidence? how did viktor not demand yuuri not leave without at least a selfie together?
Can you do ladynoir with 179. "First one to make noise loses" from the prompt list you just reblogged please?
So, technically, this is Adrienette, because I also got this:
BUT it’s post-reveal, so it’s got that LadyNoir dynamic, and I hope that you will forgive my laziness accept my efficiency. :)
“So this is a blanket fort, huh?”
Marinette smiled at Adrien’s carefully neutral expression,
and nodded. “Yup, this is a blanket
fort. And one of my better ones, if you
don’t mind me saying so.”
He continued to examine their construction, his head now
tilted in consideration. “What makes it
“Well, your bed makes up one side of it, and the back of
your couch makes up the other. It’s an
excellent structural foundation, and the blanket is well weighted on both
sides. There’re plenty of blankets and
pillows in there to make it comfy cozy, we both have room to sit up or lay
down, and we won’t have to worry about it falling on our heads. It’s pretty much perfect.”
“So that’s why you insisted on moving the couch and pulling
out all of my extra bedding.” Adrien
looked up at her with excitement shining in his eyes. “Is it really worth it?”
Marinette grinned, and gestured to their fort. “You tell me.”
He grinned back, finally letting his exuberance show, grabbed up their bowl of popcorn, and gestured to the fort with a bow. “Your castle awaits, My Lady.”
“Why thank you, kitty.
Can you hit the lights?” He
nodded, and she ducked under the edge of the blanket to settle herself among
the bedding they’d piled up at the foot of his bed. The laptop was already under there, so she
queued up their chosen movie as Adrien cut off the lights and crawled in to nestle
beside her. “The Ring, right?”
“Yeah.” She squirmed, and he lifted
his arm so that she could tuck herself against him. When she was done, he dropped his arm around
her shoulders and gave her a gentle squeeze. “Comfy?” He asked.
“Very. This has got
to be the cushiest blanket fort ever.
Why do you even have all this bedding?”
“I’m an Agreste,” he reminded her
“Oh, right,” she replied, as if that explained
everything. Because it did. “Ready for this?”
He gave her a smile that was all Chat Noir. “Of course.
Are you sure you’re ready?”
“Of course! I’m
telling you, scary movies don’t really bother me. I know this one is supposed to be intense,
but…” She trailed off with a shrug, and
eyed him challengingly. “It’s okay to be
afraid, even if I’m not. You know you
can hold on to me if you need to.”
“Haha,” he deadpanned. “Ok, how about this. The first one to make a noise, loses.”
Marinette raised her brows, intrigued. “Loses?
Like, a bet?”
“Exactly like a bet.”
“Alright, ‘fraidey cat, you’re on. What will I get when you lose?”
He scoffed in reply, feigning insult. “On the incredibly
slim chance that I lose, you have to…uh, take me out. On a date,”
he added, leaning forward and waggling his brows at her.
Marinette flushed pink, and she giggled at his theatrics. “Oh
yeah?” She asked, poking him in the
chest. “Well, if by some miracle I lose,
then you have to take me out on a date!”
“Oh, for the love of
camembert!” Plagg phased through the
blanket to glare at them, and was met with two surprised stares. “Would you two just agree to go out already,
and start the movie?!”
They shared a look, both of them blushing hotly, and then collapsed
together in a pile of giggles.
If I’m right, AND I DON’T REALLY WANT TO BE RIGHT, their final
moment together doesn’t even get to be a private one, but one only fringing on
the true affection between them. But the FLOATY BUBBLES SAY IT ALL, OK.
YOU CAN MEASURE FEELINGS IN FLOATY BUBBLES ALONE, AND LOOK
HOW MANY THERE ARE.
The third panel is the most striking of them all, because
I’m so sure that it’s their final touch. It’s an unusual angle with an unusual
focus, and I think it’s emphasising that the end of this last gesture between
them is their final goodbye. As he drops her hair for the last time, they will
never see each other again. I just don’t know which one of them it is that’s
about to die.
Hopefully not both but
YOU KNOW HOW CLAMP IS. YOU JUST NEVER KNOW.
And then Kuropapa’s off to face his fate.
AND BLESS KUROGANE’S LITTLE HEART, HE WANTS TO GO TOO.
BECAUSE HE FEELS ALL THE SAME FINALITY THAT HIS PARENTS DO BUT FROM WITHIN HIS EXTRA
SPHERE OF POWERLESSNESS THAT SCARES AND FRUSTRATES HIM BEYOND WHAT HE KNOWS WHAT TO DO WITH.
SO HE WANTS TO HELP. HE WANTS TO DO ALL HE CAN TO TRY AND
STOP ANYTHING BAD FROM HAPPENING.
BUT THERE IS NO WAY HE WILL BE ENOUGH.
No-one would ever be enough.
It kills me how even in this, Kuropapa does it in the nicest way possible.
He recognises the feelings Kurogane is having and affirms them. He acknowledges that Kurogane IS, in fact, strong, instead of taking the other possible route and insisting that he’s not strong enough. Because here, too, he knows that this might just be the last moment he gets, and he uses it as a moment of love and encouragement
AND THAT LITTLE HEAD TOUCH. GET OUT OF HERE.
There is no way this is anything but the last thing Kuropapa
ever gets to say to him. There is NO WAY.
LOOK AT THE ART OK. THE NINJAS ARE ALL FADING AS THEY TURN AWAY AND
WALK INTO THE DISTANCE.
THIS IS IT. THEY’RE ALL GONNA DIE.
It’s so clear just how much these final words chained
themselves around Kurogane’s heart and never left him. Even during his darkest days in the future, his obsession with strength always stemmed from this, and it’s so easy to guess
that his bitterness and focus on revenge could have stemmed from an inverted
version of this final statement that Kuropapa gives him.
Kurogane, at his worst, sought strength to
make up for the family he didn’t couldn’t save in this moment.
Kurogane, as he grows to a
better and healthier version of himself, realises that he has more family to
protect, and also that he himself might
also be worth protecting.
But even just here, in this one moment, Kurogane’s father’s
words work on so many levels. Kuropapa does what he does to protect Kurogane,
his wife, and the entire clan – even when the odds are very heavily implying that he won’t be enough. Kuromama
too does what she does to protect them all. Her health is failing her, steadily
slipping away, and yet she insisted on the final blessing to save her husband,
because her strength too is all focussed around saving the ones she loves – her
husband AND her entire clan, and everyone else in the country that relies on
And that’s what will hit Kurogane so hard later. Not only
because losing his family in a horrible and violent manner is one of the worst
things that could ever happen, but also because in his eyes he failed in the same basic tenant that holds his family together. He
wants to go with his father to help protect Suwa, but he can’t. He’s meant to
stay behind and help protect his mother, but he doesn’t manage that either. His
strength, while recognised fondly by his father, is not enough – was never
going to be enough. And that’s exactly what sends him into such horrifying
spiral of murder and revenge and a desperate clawing need to reclaim some
sense that he could have made a difference.
AND JESUS CHRIST WHAT IS SYAORAN GOING TO DO WITH THIS
INFORMATION. HE’S ALREADY READY TO THROW HIMSELF UNDER A BUS TO RESCUE EVEN A
SLIVER OF SAKURA’S SOUL. WE DON’T NEED TO ENCOURAGE THESE TENDENCIES WITHIN HIM
ANY FURTHER THAN THEY ALREADY EXIST.
But actually, now that I think about it, that might be all
the difference. Kurogane’sarc in the
manga overall (so far) is slowly healing and allowing himself to recover. I have a lot of confidence that he’ll
pull it off, because he’s come a long way already, and he’ll be all the
stronger to protect his new family.
I just hope that it’s the new Kurogane that has the biggest
influence on Syaoran and not the old one. Because Syaoran needs to allow
himself to heal as well, and I’m convinced that he doesn’t even know it yet.
So like, I may be totally alone in this, but I really want Ollie and Wicks to have been secretly dating this entire time. Especially when looking at that scene from the Haus party where Ollie has his hand on Wicks' neck and it looks like they're both blushing. It just screams "more than friends" to me. Idk, maybe I'm reading way to much into this.
Alex getting into a really heated argument and thomas is like I don't have time for this shit and throws Alex over his shoulder anD ALEX TAKES A BITE OF HIS SIDE AND IT LOOKS LIKE A ZOMBIE BITE AND THEY'RE BOTH SCREAMING
LMAO THOMAS HAVING BITE MARKS ON HIS NECK AND FINGERS AND ARMS BC ALEX IS INSANE
Ahhhh!!!! I'm just going to continue screaming about any and all things fairytale au. I fucking love this fairytale and I'm so pumped to see what happens. I love the whole they're both demons thing!! *continuous screaming in the distance*
“It will not work,” Moriyama tells him. “You can’t turn a Beast
into a eudemon. He will slaughter us all once he grows bored.”
“Perhaps,” Kasamatsu says thoughtfully, and he looks at the yellow
demon in their midst with a speculative glance. “But I think there is a lot of
“Potential for what?” Moriyama says, exasperated. They have
known each other the longest; they came to these woods by the sea at the same
time, they trained under the same brothers, and there is a lot of trust.
“Potential destruction, absolutely. Potential chaos, potential doom, potential—”
“Potential,” Kasamatsu repeats. “To be family. He has lived with
others before and he has lost them. I think he wants to live with a group
again, but doesn’t know how. I think he could be the best of us, if only he had
Moriyama thinks on this for a good long while and then says, “So
what you’re saying is, when he kills us all, we can blame this entirely on
“Yes, fine, I’ll take the responsibility,” Kasamatsu says, rolling
He is not quite as relaxed about the subject as he pretends to be
around his other brothers. Kasamatsu is keenly aware that Kise is very
dangerous, and that he has invited this danger into their home, but he wants to
believe that behind Kise’s dangerous smile is someone who, at heart, doesn’t
want to be alone anymore.
So he invites Kise into their home, to share their food, to sleep
in their palace. He invites Kise to travel the forest with him; to harvest
their crops and to plant more seeds and to help others when they can.
Kise does all of this with a mocking sort of smile—like this is
all just some sort of game to him. And Kasamatsu knows even as Kise laughs and
jokes with the others that this could all go terribly wrong (and it will be his
fault, the burden will be on him).
They chase away bandits from this forest because this is their
home, and the people in it are under their protection, and it is on one such
occasion that Kasamatsu sees the glimmer of what Kise is. The Beast attacks
with lightning like fury, blazing so brightly Kasamatsu almost has to avert his
eyes, and the bandit he has in his hands is like clay to be ripped apart and
remolded at his whim.
“Stop,” Kasamatsu says, catching Kise’s hand, barely believing
that he dares to do so. “This is not what we do.”
“I am protecting the village, brother,” Kise says, his
voice so cold it burns, “Isn’t that what you told me we do?”
“We protect, but we do not kill,” Kasamatsu says. “Release him.”
“Then he will come back another day!” Kise says, his frustration
evident and finally making him a little more recognizable and not so
Beast-like. “If we do not destroy him now, we only invite danger upon ourselves
“Then we will address it later,” Kasamatsu says, keeping his voice
flat. “But we do not shed blood.”
Kise releases the man (who frantically runs away) and turns on
Kasamatsu, who stands his ground. “We are stronger than them, and we should
“The strong do not need to crush anyone,” Kasamatsu returns
easily, “That’s what it means to have strength.”
The situation is very tense, and idly, Kasamatsu wonders if this
is how Kise will finally kill him, kill them all. But then the yellow demon
slumps and sighs.
“I do not understand you, brother,” Kise says, and he walks back
to their home by the sea. Kasamatsu lets out a breath and takes a minute to
compose himself before doing the same.
A/N: Thanks, friend! I’m glad you enjoy these fairy tales =D I am
still hoping to get to this one more regularly, but ahahaha, we shall see. Part