 ► |
Ra Ra Rasputin Russia's Favorite CD-ROM Game |
| Anonymous |
|
He/Him| Bi |. (If you need smthn tagged just let me know)
| ► |
Ra Ra Rasputin Russia's Favorite CD-ROM Game |
| Anonymous |
|
“Someone’s been busy.”
Kagami stepped back from the corkboard, tying one last red string around a pin stuck in the center of Hawkmoth’s police sketch. The wall of Kagami’s office had transformed into a red web of connected images, each akuma victim staring down at Adrien as he set his coat down on a nearby chair.
“I was thinking about what you said the other day,” Kagami said, running a hand through her hair and taking a sip of her cold tea with a grimace. “Ladybug isn’t the enemy we need to be focusing on; defeating Ladybug doesn’t solve the Hawkmoth problem-”
“Only defeating Hawkmoth does,” Adrien said, folding his arms over his chest as his eyes roamed over the faces of friends, loved ones, and complete strangers Hawkmoth had ensnared in his web over the years. His best friend, his classmates, even his own father had fallen prey to Hawkmoth’s single minded pursuit of the ring around his finger. Seeing hundreds of victims, all laid out in a web of lies only stoked the glowing coals of anger that flickered almost constantly these days.
“Ladybug’s still the best lead we have, unfortunately,” Adrien sighed. “We have to count on her making a mistake and letting something slip to Rena or the others.”
“About that,” Kagami said, glancing at Adrien out of the corner of her eye. “Isn’t there an ally we haven’t reached out to yet?”
“You’re talking about Chloe,” Adrien said with a tight smile.
“I’m just wondering why you haven’t reached out to Queen Bee yet,” Kagami said. “It would seem that she’d be the most…enthusiastic supporter if she found out that you were Chat Noir.”
“She’s working very close to Hawkmoth’s lackeys right now; that’s not information I want to put in his reach,” Adrien said. “If Rena’s right and the others are working with her to expose the truth, she’s already doing as much as she can for me without risking her or my safety.”
“That’s…surprisingly well thought out,” Kagami said, raising an eyebrow.
“Believe me; if I could pull someone else in, I would,” Adrien said, leaning on the table as he stared up at the red, tangled web above him. “But for now, it looks like it’s you and me against the world.”
“A- hem .”
Plagg glared up at him from the table, hands on his hips and cheeks bulging with stuffed Camembert.
“You, me, and a cheese addicted cat against the world,” Kagami chuckled. “That might just be enough.”
“It’s gonna have to be,” Adrien said, leaning on the back of a chair as he looked up at the web of Hawkmoth’s victims. “Okay…where do we start?”
Sort of a repost. Majorly edited the previous version, including adding a kiss scene which I was mad at myself for forgetting entirely. Now I’m sort-of reposting because it added like 350 words, all of which were a struggle, damn it.
Marichat/Post-Reveal, rated T, 1300 words. On a night like any other, an older Chat Noir returns home through his trusty window. Except he’s so drunk he barely knows where he is, or what he is to Marinette. By the way, Marinette is in his home? (inspired by this tweet) [AO3]
These days, Chat Noir had grown out of his teenage years of chasing celebrity with grace. Quite literally. He no longer rushed into battle, but moved into place, unnoticed and ready to pounce with the stealth and poise of his namesake. The fact that he was a full grown adult, far heavier and bulkier than his younger self, rarely got in the way.
Presently, he stumbled through a window frame and got in one, maybe two, good arm flails before landing on hard floor with a heavy, bulky THUD. Clattering, skittering, and rolling followed, objects falling off the desk he used as support to scamper up.
He was also rarely drunk out of his mind, but that got in the way of his stealthiness every time.
At least, he thought, it was his own window he crawled into. His own home he just made a mess of.
The lights went on.
Literally; not metaphorically. Chat Noir’s mind was still very dim and very fuzzy. It showed in his lazy grin as he slurred, “Marinette! Hey! What are you doing here?”
She stared, taking in the scene from a distance. “I live here.”
He stared, still leaning on the desktop with two splayed hands. “I live here.”
Miles Singing Sunflower
I could actually cry this style of animation is so fucking stunning
I cannot wait to see this fucking movie!!!
I love how the movie is showing that he is both African American and Hispanic. Like this Afro latainx culture is coming out full force in this movie and I love it
^^^^^^^^^^
work is stupid. when am i going to get a letter in the mail from a mysterious relative i never met before and inherit a rustic castle somewhere in europe?
“Ship means something you want to see happen.” Bitch, no it don’t. This weird-ass modern culture of lobbying show-runners to make your ship canon didn’t emerge until the advent of social media. (And recent social media like twitter, not shit-you-forgot-existed like MySpace.) Shipping and fandom in general have been around much longer, so you can stop acting like “this is the way it has always been uwu” right the fuck now.
Until relatively recently, most fans I’ve known have been perfectly okay with their ships never being canon. I, personally, would be actively offended if certain ships of mine became canon. That is not why I ship them. What I want from canon and what I want from fandom are often entirely different things that only intersect on the margins.That is why fanworks are called “transformative” ffs.
What I want from canon and what I want from fandom are often entirely different things
remembering that kakashi was fuckign 26 years old when he got assigned team seven is blowing my mind right now. I was naruto’s age when I got sucked into this shit and now I’m kakashi’s and like,,,I get it. my man got assigned the generation’s WORST of the WORST gremlin children and he did the best he fuckin’ could. he nearly dies on every mission because sasuke refuses to go to anger management and naruto is so dumb he probably can’t even read. he’s got like 7 summons that are dogs and he could be spending all his time with them but is he/?? no. he’s got a sharingan making him so Perpetually Exhausted it’s a straight up medical condition and he has to spend all his free time restraining the two finalists of Konoha’s Next Top Orphan from getting people killed instead of like….teaching them. 26 years old and all that unbelievable bullshit. god. and!! then when he finally gets to take a fucking nap they make him hokage I honestly can’t believe he did it. wasn’t even 30 fucking years old. I can’t believe he didn’t leave the damn village himself.
