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[noblechaton]

untitled Ann/Makoto sleepover thing

hi. wrote this in the realm of discord snippets recently and thought it was kinda cute and solid enough to post and so. viola

I don't actually know what buchimaru is btw

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"Ohmigosh," Ann's eyes widened, her fingers raised to her mouth as she loudly questioned. "Is that what I think it is?"

Makoto spun around on her heel after she'd removed her shoes and locked the apartment door behind herself and her own eyes grew wide - though for far different reasons, despite the shared cause, than Ann's own. She raced around the corner without a second thought and dodged past Ann's body, with a near primal instinct surging within her that saw her lunge across her bed. With speed and desperation in equal measure, Makoto quickly tried to obscure the truth and nearly made a mess of her room.

All to nudge a large, stuffed panda from her mattress.

"No." Makoto replied as she came to lay on one side, facing towards Ann with an obviously forced grin. "That was just, uh…"

"A body pillow?" Ann chuckled as she crossed her arms.

"Yes!" Makoto nodded her head, then swiftly and aggressively shook it. "I mean, no, it, er-"

"Relax," Ann continued to giggle on her way into Makoto's bedroom. "I know what it is, who it is. And honestly, I'm kinda jealous."

"Wha…" Makoto raised a brow, a twinge of red to her face and her voice softening as she spoke. "Jealous of…Buchimaru-kun?"

"Duh." Ann reached over her and retrieved the oversized plush, just to cuddle it to her chest. "Big and soft and squishy. Who wouldn't be?"

"Er…I just figured it was, you know…" Makoto adjusted her posture, until she was sat crosslegged in front of her with her eyes away. "Childish."

"Nah, not at all!" Ann cheerfully affirmed, the plush offered back to its rightful owner. "And even if it was, what's wrong with that? We've all got our interests."

"Right," Makoto almost greedily took back her Buchimaru-kun, a timid grin as she finally came to look at Ann. "Just…not something I see you guys flaunting all that much, so I just assumed it'd be..."

"Embarrassing? You kidding?" Ann rummaged through the back at her side, until she came to brandish an old styled DVD. "Like I said, we've all got our things."

Makoto perked up as she stared at a vibrant cover adorned with a grey and black suited man. "Is that…a copy of that old import show? The one about bats, or something? That's what we're watching?"

"Yup," Ann grinned confidently from behind the case as she popped it open. "And tonight. Niijima-senpai, you're gonna find out where Panther got her start."

Makoto gave a flushed smirk as she nodded Ann onward, her shoulder relaxed as Ann stood up from the bed. While Ann fiddled with the DVD player Makoto had long since smuggled away, Makoto pulled her jacket off and let herself fall back along the mattress with a relieved breath in her throat.

She'd hidden her interest in the adventures of stuffed pandas so well, for so long, none of those she'd considered a friend having caught on as far as she'd known. But, having been swept up in the discussion and planning out of this evening, a night in with Ann, she'd grown careless enough now that her secret was certainly out. Makoto stared up at the ceiling, still twinged in red - until the theme tune from Ann's DVD started.

Makoto sat up slowly and found Ann continuing to struggle with the device, now sat at the foot of the bed. She eased herself downward and slipped the master remote from Ann's grasp, a slight chuckle quiet on her lips. A few taps of a few buttons and not only did the picture look far more appropriately colored, but they'd managed to navigate the main menu.

She handed the remote back and retreated along her bed while Ann tabbed around for a time. Subtitles were turned on, audio was adjusted and soon enough the first of however many episodes had been loaded up and swiftly paused. Ann then joined Makoto at the head of the mattress, Makoto leaned timidly over until she could reach for and reclaim Buchimaru.

And as Ann settled in beside her with a cheery smile on her face, Makoto brought her plushy slowly across her lap. Then, even more gradually, she pulled Buchimaru until the oversized plush was left to rest atop them both, effectively shared between them. Makoto smiled back at Ann a far softer grin, and the two eased their heads together just as Ann pressed play.

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Halo: Reach - Noble Team Armour Recreations (White & Blue).

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Lucikins, is ZerZer stupid?

    ❛       was  it  not  obvious  and  …  lucikins  ?  ❜

@noblefated​ /  answered  .

[astralescent]

@noblefated ( Kris ) || starter call

“...Kris ?”

The broken silence came as a relief, of sorts - on a more satisfying level than the increase of shuffling noises of papers and quills on his desk. Marth briefly looked up to make sure he had effectively gathered the attention of the person standing guard at the door of his study, then quickly shifted his gaze back onto the pieces of parchment he was holding.

Two very unrelated reports of very different natures, but an idea had sparked, and the prince could no longer ignore the possibility of killing two birds with one stone. “Would you be interested in traveling back to Sera for a day or two ?”

[bratzelle]

✎ AYRA OR BRIGID PLEASE!!!!!

“Draw Your Muse” Meme| not accepting

     I chose Brigid, because I feel like there needs to be more art of her!! 

[honraire]

also tell me about if tati dies how is he then yup yup

document : the concept of tatiana’s death .

do not steal , replicate , or use headcanons as your own .

it is safe to say that it destroys him . he has lost many people close to him in his life , but never had one of those people been a lover . tatiana is special to him , immensely so , and he would do anything to keep her safe and out of harm’s way , even if it means giving up his right to freedom for her as we see in game . so the thought of losing her is suffocating and painful for him , the mere thought of it would cause anxiety . however , if she dies , camus would not be the same , that i can say for certain . it would be hard for him to move on , and at most , he would never truly be able to move on as she had such a heavy impact on him and who he is .

it is true that he ultimately disappears , never to be seen and can only be linked to fleeting sightings . camus becomes a more distant , cold and melancholic man . he keeps to himself and doesn’t deal or interact with people around him , at most is if he is passing through a town in need of something , and even then . most people do not recognize him and cannot truly confirm seeing him in the end , he’s become that of a ghost to those who DID know / fought alongside him . he is , essentially , considered to be mia after the war if tatiana dies .

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"Lord Leo, must you be so persistent?" Despite sounding like she was irritated, a blush burned on her cheeks as she placed her hands on his forearm to prep in keeping him still. She moved away slightly before gaining the rest of the confidence she needed to complete her task. Her second hand reached to his cheek, meaning to angle his face towards her so she could press her lips softly against his. As quickly as it came, she made move to scamper off, afraid of how he would react.

@noblefated

Leo had always thought it was more appropriate for HIM to be the one to initiate something. Especially when it came to Marc. The woman seeming to grow shy whenever he’d request to simply hold her hand! Though the prince never wished to push the other passed her comfort zone. But perhaps in that moment he was being a bit TOO ambitious. Requesting one kiss for good luck - seeing as he was to soon be marching into battle with the summoner and various others.

“I told you. You needn’t call me lord. Have I not gotten that through that thick skull of yours?”

A soft chuckle pushed passed his lips. A sound that seemed to disappear as quickly as it came. Leo’s own breath seemed to HITCH when he felt Marc’s smooth yet calloused hand press gently against his face. Allowing her to maneuver him so that she could place an equally gentle kiss onto his lips.

The prince hadn’t even been given time to respond before the tactician scampered off. Leaving Leo STUNNED! Speechless even! A few moments before he could fully register what had just happened.

“M-Marc! Wait!”

[krulfed-blog]

hm you aight i guess

❝  TCH,  ❞     HUMANS  or  vampires.  it  didn’t  matter.   he  hated  them  all.      ❝   …i  don’t  need  your  approval.  ❞  

[noblechaton]

The Flame in the Flood

Few in Paris knew how dangerous love could be better than Ladybug, herself one who, though she’d tried to keep hers at a yoyo’s length, had found herself in a friendship with one Adrien Agreste all the same. And though risky, things had went well...until she stumbled into a shocking reveal, one that could threaten to upend her entire life.

(AO3)

hi. no idea what this is, if it’s good, etc., but I felt like writing and hey, it’s a bit more ladrien for that ever growing catalogue of mine, so! here’s something! a mix of fluff and angst, I hope u enjoy!

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Love could be a dangerous thing. Ladybug, perhaps more than most, knew this very well. She’d seen how destructive love could be first hand, far too many times to count after so many years beneath her red and black spotted mask. It could drive one mad to devastating effect, and that was when both people could truly know each other in all the ways that her love could never truly know her - not so long as Paris was at risk and her life without the mask remained the mess it usually was. 

Her life was chaos on a good day, often torn in two halves with the weight of the world on her shoulders all the same. Personal obligations that constantly mounted, mystical attacks on the city she loved and swore to protect, it all too often felt relentless and overwhelming. An unending flood of responsibilities that so frequently threatened to overwhelm her entire being.

And, at times where fear sank in and hope ran out, all that kept her afloat was that love of hers, regardless of the risks it posed. A tender desire she’d never been able to shake, no matter how many times she’d worked to put it behind her for the sake of her various duties. Somehow, someway, this boy had lingered on her mind and served as something of a safeguard, a sanctuary. The flame in her flood.

Adrien Agreste was and had been, whether he knew it or not, that flame. 

Something so dangerous and yet someone she was so drawn to. So much so that, as the years went on, she’d inched closer to him. Emboldened by her mask and, sometimes, just in need of a friendly face, she’d allowed herself less and less space from that flickering flame she still craved so badly. For the longest time, it’d only been in passing. She’d catch him when he fell, he’d pull her out of the way of an oncoming danger, and those moments would last as long as she could get them to.

Ladybug knew it risky, she knew it was surely wrong, to grow close to a civilian. Her efforts saw their earliest encounters kept as brief as could be, errant glances and momentary smiles. How those ached at her, how they singed her senses. To be so close to who she craved and yet bound by responsibility to maintain her distance all the same. So many things she wanted to tell him, then, that she longed to tell him now.

There had been days spent writing out what she might say if she’d ever had the chance to casually sit with him, nights where she’d recite her passion into the reflections of Paris. It was all for naught, and she knew that well. Things were, despite how she truly felt, best this way. He’d be kept from the danger of her life, or at least as much as a world famous former model could be - which proved to be not very much, to be fair. And she would avert the risk of love driving her mad, even if it often felt like the opposite.

Yet, as time marched on and her life continuously changed, Ladybug found more and more opportunities to get just that little bit closer to him. A lull in the battle, a chance meeting afterwards. As if fate was drawing her to that flame, no matter what her belief of her responsibilities was. She’d fought it, for a time, wiping her starry eyes and rejecting the moments as they presented themselves. She’d even outright avoided him, for a time, but that soon grew unbearable in its own right.

And so, though she acknowledged the risks it brought and the danger it may bring, Ladybug soon enough found herself truly getting closer to Adrien Agreste. She’d kept things as casual as she could, those late night reflections helping her in hiding her blush as they got to know each other by what felt less and less like chance. She’d maintained her public facing persona of city savior with him, her mask something of a shield for her truest feelings - until there was a time they may come out.

There were a few slips here and there as they bonded. Her hand atop his after a brief battle saw him emerge from the crowd in a huff and ask her to ice cream. His along her waist as they admired the city from a great height above. And maybe she’d held him a bit tighter than she needed to when she’d see him home, but things had stayed quite firmly platonic - at least on the surface - as this friendship bloomed. 

It was closer to him than she’d ever expected to be, in any facet of her life. There was much she’d already known about him from beneath her mask, yet so much she’d learned with it on. His flavor for all things sweet, from caramel coffees to honey laced teas. His habits and hobbies, one recent that saw him purposefully mismatch his socks as a subtle rebellion of the life he’d been made to live and one of a penchant for imported model kits he’d kept hidden within his bedroom.

The first time she had been properly invited into his home, Ladybug had been timid and hesitant. It felt almost wrong to do so without some threat chasing them or one to be chased, yet Adrien had opened his window and insisted she join him on the couch. And Ladybug found it difficult to deny such a warmly spoken request. That evening was the calmest she’d had in some time, sitting side by side with him as the sun set just beyond the glass of his bedroom.

It all went so well that the initial fears and worries she’d faced melted away in time, easing and tapering off in her mind as she reveled in his friendship. Ladybug, however, should have known better. She cursed herself for the longest time for not preparing for the worst, for not having some plan in place. But then, who in Paris could have foreseen the revelation that Monarch, her longtime and quite mortal enemy, had been Gabriel Agreste all along? 

Her friendship with Adrien had proved every bit as dangerous as she’d once feared when, while spending time with him under the cover of and otherwise random night, she’d happened to wander. The mansion otherwise unoccupied that evening, his father as absent as ever on some trip across the country and his assistant having walked out on him some time ago, she’d grown curious. Not because she sensed some conspiracy or even still had Gabriel as a suspect, but because she was simply curious. She’d not had much time to acquaint herself with the Agreste’s halls, and with Adrien slipping away for a shower yet insisting she stay, she had to preoccupy herself somehow.

That led her into Gabriel’s atelier, the door having been left open just a crack and her curiosity getting the better of her. Inside she found a gorgeous painting of Adrien’s supposedly departed mother and found herself struck by awe. Adrien had once told her that she’d shared his mother’s eyes and, staring at the portrait, she only felt more flattered at the comparison - even if she didn’t quite see it herself. 

What she did see, however, was something strange. The painting seemed clad with impressions, as if someone had been touching it. She’d narrowed her eyes and studied what she saw, realizing them to be proper buttons. Ladybug hesitated when she raised her hand, and came to wish she’d stepped away then and there. Instead, however, driven by that curiosity and the belief that she could tell which was pressed first and which came last, she hadn’t been sure would work yet one she tried anyway - a mimic of motion that stemmed from years of studying the fashion mogul himself.

Unfortunately, through sheer luck or otherwise, it did.

Ladybug’s breath hitched as she found herself being brought down through the floor, the podium housing something of an elevator that led her into some basement Adrien had never mentioned. It didn’t take her reaching the ground again before she realized what she could see. Hundreds of moths, scattered throughout the room, and a walkway leading to a pod. She’d zipped her way across with her yoyo to find Emilie Agreste within, and her jaw dropped in horror as it all clicked into place.

Gabriel Agreste had been Hawk Moth, he was Monarch. The moths, his akuma, and his comatose wife his now all too obvious goal. It all made too much sense, nearly sending Ladybug into a panic attack. She’d staved it off that evening, for Adrien’s sake, but made her leave quickly after she’d ascended from the room, wishing Adrien a good night without so much as looking him in the eye and insisting that she was okay when asked, even when she wasn’t.

The information infuriated her for so many reasons. That he’d been under her nose for years, that he’d lied to her face. More so, it upset her deeply that he’d taken on such a villainous role despite the son of his she’d loved so much. The pain it would have brought Adrien to discover what she had would have been unbearable, surely. And she so badly wanted to save him from that, to silently deal with the truth in her own way that might protect him.

Yet, in the end, she couldn’t. She knew she couldn’t. It wouldn’t have been fair to Adrien to hide such a horror, no matter how horrible it was. There was no chance that Monarch would go quietly and simply launching an assault on Gabriel Agreste seemed foolish at best. She’d stewed on the truth for days, weeks even as she wondered what she may do to save the day for everyone - so that she may spare Adrien, but put an end to the senseless violence Monarch wrecked upon Paris all the same

It burned so deeply at her and for so long. She’d continued stopping the akumas he’d unleash alongside her partner all the while, hoping desperately that what she’d seen hadn’t been true. Trying to convince herself it was a dream, a hallucination of some wicked sort. For a time she believed herself wrong simply because of a lack of retaliation from Monarch, herself sure he’d not leave his home so unsecured that she could slip in as she did even while he was gone. 

In one of the few times she’d talked to him since her discovery, though, Adrien inadvertently revealed that he’d long since learned how to turn the surveillance in the house off. He’d done so for the sake of some privacy, his desire to live a more normal, less controlled life having once driven him to look for the tools that kept him trapped and disable what he found . He’d no idea of the basement, however, and no idea that his need for personal freedom had effectively revealed Monarch’s identity.

And so Ladybug languished over what to do, knowing what she knew and certain that it was true. Taking it straight to Adrien felt impossible, though he deserved to know far more than anyone else. Yet she wasn’t about to storm Agreste mansion and make the man fess up some other way, though she surely could, while taking Gabriel from Adrien - for however absent and damaging a presence as he was - didn’t feel right of her to do. There seemed no way of averting total disaster, and suddenly her so alluring flame felt so far out of reach.

To protect him, Ladybug had to cut Adrien off. To cut him out. At least for the time being, while she strategized and tried to find a way around this crisis. But there was none, for however thoroughly she searched and thought and planned, no matter how many sleepless nights and restless days she went through. There seemed only one way to face up to the truth, but she simply couldn’t bring herself to do it. 

“Chat?” Ladybug finally turned to her partner on some late patrol, itself far removed from her initial revelation. 

“Hm?” Chat turned to her, inquisitive and dependable as always. “What is it, my lady?”

“If you knew who Monarch was,” She slowly asked him, watching her words carefully. “What would you do?”

“You have to ask?” Chat chuckled softly. “I’d kick him in the ribs and slap the cuffs on him, myself. If there'd be anything left to slap cuffs onto, of course.”

Ladybug mustered a slight, anxious smile as she tried to reframe her question. “I mean, y’know, what would you do if he…was close to you? Like a…brother, or an uncle?”

“I…hm.” Chat propped himself up on his staff and laced a few fingers along his chin in contemplation. “That…does make it a little more complicated, doesn’t it?”  

“Yeah, I, ah, I’ve just been thinking a lot lately.” Ladybug slipped her feet from beneath herself as she sat along the edge of the rooftop. “About who he might be, er, not that I think he’s, uh, related to me or anything.”

Chat again gently laughed while he teased. “Oh yeah? You sure he’s not some…grandpa, or a stepfather?” 

“Ah-” Ladybug subtly flinched. “No, not…not quite.”

“Well,” Chat took a seat next to her, further pondering her question aloud. “I guess I…don’t really know, bugaboo. I’ve never considered the possibility, to be honest.”

“Right.” Ladybug lowly sighed. “It’s just a stupid question, anyway.” 

“I don’t think it is.” Chat briefly shook his head. “It’s important to think about, I mean, what if he were your dad this whole time? What if he were mine?”

“It’d..." Ladybug said, after a moment's pause. "It'd be scary.” 

“Yeah.” Chat nodded to her. “And I’d probably be mad, y’know, at him. Like, really mad.”

Ladybug nodded along, easing her head against his arm. 

“But I don’t know.” Chat continued. “It’d be a lot to take in, I…I’d hope I could do what was right.”

“Of course,” Ladybug agreed, aimlessly staring out at the night-swept Paris. “Whatever that'd be.”

Chat quietly hummed and leaned his weight against her in turn, the two resting together atop this random roof. Ladybug felt numb as the gentle wind of the evening crossed along the spandex of her suit, her mind still preoccupied and so terribly loud, constant echoes of the truth reverberating through her every thought. That was why she said no more, deeming any sort of continued rambling far too much a risk to indulge in no matter how comforting it was to talk to someone else about what she knew - even if they didn’t.

Of course, her partner had no idea as to the right answer to her query - she’d had none, either. Yet all the same, broaching the subject did help her find some ease and, as far as she could believe, some understanding on how Adrien might react. He’d surely be furious, more so than she was, but what else may happen to that beloved flame of hers? The one she’d grown so close to, that she’d bonded and bloomed with? 

She’d only just briefly been his friend, in the grand scheme, and now faced the impossible choice of robbing him of his only remaining parent or denying him the truth he deserved. Ladybug knew this self torture unhealthy, that she needed an outlet - she needed to end the madness. Her fingers curled around the concrete of the rooftop’s edge as she resolved to tell Adrien what she knew, and take it from there. 

“Thank you, Chat.” Ladybug stated as she stood upright.

“I don't think I did much, but, ah,” Chat joined her on his feet with a bow in her direction and a kiss to the back of her wrist. “It’s my pleasure, my lady.” 

The two shared a warm smile as she prepared to depart, grabbing her yoyo from her waist and stepping towards the other side of the roof. It wasn’t the solution she’d wanted, though perhaps none such existed. Nothing could spare Adrien pain, in this situation, but she could at least afford him the agency he’d so badly lacked across his life. He’d be told the truth, and they’d face whatever came next together. 

Ladybug finally, for what felt like the first time since that fateful night, exhaled. Determination befell her brow as she stepped to the ledge and swallowed, rearing her arm back and looking for some space at which to aim. A target in her sights and a tender, caring purpose swelling in her chest, Ladybug prepared herself for the leap of faith that would follow both physically, and mentally.

Until, suddenly, Chat Noir spoke again.

“Ladybug, wait.” His voice stopped her cold.

Ladybug turned to him, uncertain and curious. “What is it, kitty?”

Chat stood feet behind her, a look of quiet trepidation on his face. He only stared at her, the blood drained from his expression the longer he stared at her. Ladybug felt her heart rate jump as she stared right back, anxiety setting in the longer it took him to reply. Chat fumbled on his words some, struggled to speak in coherence while taking a few steps closer to her, almost afraid of what he was about to say - though he said it anyway. 

“Do you know who Monarch is?”

Ladybug's eyes went wide and her jaw gently dropped as she processed what had been asked - and realized there was no way of avoiding an honest answer. No deflection he'd buy, no good reason to lie to her partner no matter how badly she'd wanted to in that moment, if only to face it all later once Adrien had a chance to know. Once he'd have a chance to help her, to aid in figuring out some way to deal with the horrible, impossible situation she'd stumbled into.

Then, her yoyo clattering against the rooftop after she'd dropped it, Ladybug stepped to Chat Noir's chest and found herself in his embrace as she came to sob against his leather. 

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@noblefates

“Ne ne Hinata,” he calls, “guess what I’m wearing? The smile you gave me.”

[sinaesthesias]

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……… at least there’s himawari karin

I’M RUNNING AWAY FROM THIS FAMILY. 

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omg really? i swear those were written by all different, equally talented people wtf???? you’re amazing <33 and shh i’m not cute, im evil >.>

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