GUUUUYS! maybe people already have talked about it buttttttt!!! I was watching Book of circus and I’ve notice that in a scene there is Baron Kelvin that introduce himself to Ciel s father. As they introduce themself there is a focus on the realCiel because Vincent says : go on, first to introduce is you (I’m Italian do i don’t know the perfect translation of the sub but it means that there is more than one person that has to be introduced).
Then, the Baron turn his head on the left of Vincent where there is another child (ourCiel) and Vincent describe him as not so healthy and shy.
And they always avoid to frame both full side of Vincent!
HOW I HAVEN’T NOTICED IT WHEN I READ THE MANGA THE FIRST TIMEEE!!!
I’m so shocked now!
2ciels theory must be true!
This probably is really confused but i had to say it to someone!
it’s ridiculous, and it’s stupid, and its entirely unnecessary. pansy had gotten through most of her own seventh year unscathed; she knew how to transfigure furniture, and she knew how to brew a batch of polyjuice, and she knew how to hide. she knew how to hide well. she didn’t need to return to hogwarts and watch the war heroes feign modesty and be confronted by a splintered house table and a decaying dungeon and an ashy scorch mark where vincent crabbe had burned to death. she didn’t have anything else to learn. she didn’t.
but. she didn’t have anywhere else to go, either.
that was the thing.
her childhood home had been ransacked, turned over to the ministry as evidence for her father’s crimes. goyle was under house arrest and blaise was in france and draco had all but disappeared after the final battle and daphne–daphne was going back to school, of course she was, because astoria was barely fourteen and family was important.
pansy isn’t astoria’s sister.
but she’s always kind of felt a little like daphne’s.
so pansy zips herself into a knee length black shift dress with a lace collar and long lines of seed pearl buttons running from her wrists to her elbows, and she steps onto the hogwarts express like it’s any other september, like she belongs there, and she inspects the dark purple polish on her nails and she tucks errant strands of blunt cut hair behind her ears and she doesn’t look at anyone as she saunters down the corridor because she isn’t quite sure that she wouldn’t scream if she did.
which is, obviously, how she runs directly into harry potter.
he’s–bigger than she remembers. taller. broader. less pale and less shaky and less tired. he stumbles backwards, instinctively reaching out to steady her, and she thinks, somewhat hysterically, somewhat inanely, that she can feel the heat of his hands right through the fabric of her dress.
“parkinson,” he says, sounding…surprised. “er. hello.”
pansy swallows. “hello.”
potter stares down at her, a slight furrow in his brow. his grip tightens around her arms. “right. uh.”
“right, uh,” she mimics, meanly, before glaring at the spot where he’s still touching her. he lets go so fast that she’s amazed he doesn’t injure himself.
and then he’s stepping away altogether, casting an irritatingly thoughtful glance at her over his shoulder, and she’s left standing there, confused and annoyed and breathless, maybe, because that hadn’t been nearly as awful as it could have been, as it arguably should have been, and–
she pretends that she isnt just the tiniest bit cold as she watches potter disappear into the next train car.
from then on, though, it only gets weirder.
the castle is a mess, crumbling and curse torn and ragged around the edges, and the hufflepuffs temporarily move in with the scant remaining slytherins. pansy is sharing a room with hannah abbott. hannah abbott braids wildflowers into her hair every morning. hannah abbott’s shampoo smells like vanilla cupcakes. hannah abbott compliments pansy’s extensive collection of muggle lipsticks, and hannah abbott is conscientious about picking up after herself before the elves come around, and hannah abbott is apparently dating neville bloody longbottom.
“what,” pansy bleats when she gets back from a late dinner to find longbottom and finnigan and potter sitting in the slytherin common room. a half empty bottle of firewhiskey is lying on a priceless sixteenth century rug. pansy drops her bag. “what is going on?”
hannah abbott waves cheerfully from where she’s perched on longbottom’s lap. “pansy! you’re home!”
pansy is not home. home is daphne and astoria and a world that doesn’t manage to find a new way to spin backwards every time she fucking blinks. pansy is in hell.
three hours later, hannah has dragged longbottom off to bed, finnigan has passed out in a nearby armchair, and potter has inexplicably moved much, much closer to pansy. he’s also poured her a drink, and chuckled at one of her more acerbic jokes, and flashed her a decidedly wicked grin.
pansy is still in hell, probably.
“why are you being so nice to me?” she finally blurts out.
potter squints at the fireplace, glasses reflecting bloody red and fading orange and hot, bright, bitter yellow. “hannah says you read muggle magazines,” he replies, like that makes any sense at all. “the, er, fashion ones. from france.”
“are you very interested in women’s fashion, then, potter?” pansy coos.
he smirks, looking summarily unbothered, and then shrugs. “it’s exhausting hating so many people. just. takes a lot of effort, doesn’t it? holding on to all that.”
pansy cocks her head to the side. “so, what, you had to–to reprioritize your shit list, and i didn’t make the cut?”
he laughs. “i died,” he says, kind of simply. “i don’t…want to have to do that again.”
pansy studies the chipped rim of her mug. firewhiskey is exactly as disgusting as it had been two summers ago. she sighs. “i suppose you have a point. i–i just wanted it to be over, when i–you know. and. well. now it is.” she hesitates. it’s warm in the common room, warmer than it usually is, and she suddenly feels hopeful. reckless. the difference between bravery and fear must be in the motivation, she decides, because she’s spoken up before. this isn’t that. “maybe that’s what matters, though,” she continues. “maybe we…maybe we get to start over.”
potter smiles faintly, like he can’t help himself, and then squeezes her knee.
Yana Toboso pays so much attention to small details in her manga which always amazes me. For example, the scenery is often very accurate to how it looks in reality or in historical documents (newspapers, drawings, photos,…). I’ve made a post about some scenes just recently but there are many more of them. So in this post series I want to collect all these scenes from the manga. Please correct me if I’m wrong about something or if I missed a scene. :)
Can you draw the gender bent version of " our love is God " I know you did , but can you draw the ending where Veronica ( or Vincent in this case ) asks j.d and he or she in this case responds with I worship you ?