My favourite detail about Beauty and the Beast is that it’s Belle who initiates the iconic dance scene.
It’s such an iconic and memorable scene that’s it’s easy to overlook how it started, and misremember it. Recently I remembered it as them coming down the stairs together and heading straight for the ballroom, as if their night together was always going to be the dance, but no. They head to the dining hall together to have dinner and it’s Belle who grabs the Beast and makes him dance with her.
And it’s the way he’s genuinely surprised by this, and has to slowly ease himself into the dance because he hasn’t done it in forever, and Belle doesn’t notice and just rests her head on his chest like oh man…
It also adds onto my theory that I have, that the curse had a very specific requirement and Belle literally had to say “I love you” to break it, instead of it just knowing, because I do genuinely think she loved him by this point, yet he only turns human again after she verbally says it.
What if Ran gets Conan a BLAHAJ plush because she remembered that Shinichi once told her that detectives are like sharks and Conan doesn’t have any plushies.
This is inspired by a manga panel that I found too adorable to not do anything with (sorry for the crunchy quality, this is the best I’ve got)
Prompt thing; Wishfulshipping, #11 "If we caught, I'm blaming you." if you could please c:
Cilan considers himself a man of excellent vocabulary. He must be. As a Pokémon Connoisseur who takes immense pride in his craft, he depends on his expansive lexicon to articulate an exacting evaluation. Words are his tools, his ingredients, his instruments of insight.
And yet, upon learning that Iris—one of his dearest and most cherished friends—had ascended to the title of Unova Champion, and at such a remarkably young age, he found himself, for once, at a loss for words.
Accomplishment. Admiration. Amazement. These were just a few of the terms that came to mind—and that was only the first letter of the alphabet. Yet, none of them quite captured the scope of his feelings.
Apprehension.
The weight of responsibility, the magnitude of power, when paired with her unshakable sense of justice—well, that could be perilous. For him, mostly. Iris has a remarkable talent for entangling herself in trouble, and an even greater one for dragging him into it. And he, regrettably, has a tendency to let her.
“The village kids said those Team Plasma goons would’ve brought the kidnapped Gible here,” Iris murmurs, gaze fixed beyond the rusting chain-link fence, toward the dilapidated warehouse looming in the distance.
Cilan squirms uneasily at her side. “I don’t know about this, Iris…” he says. “This feels far better suited to Officer Jenny than to—well—us.”
She scoffs. “Don’t be absurd,” Iris says, already starting to scale the fence. “If Team Plasma’s hurting Pokémon again, I’m not standing by and doing nothing. They’ll wish it had been Officer Jenny.”
She lands on the other side with catlike precision and faces him. “Well, are you coming?”
Of course he’s coming. Unova Champion or not, she can’t go at this alone.
Cilan exhales through his nose, equal parts dread and resignation, then hoists himself up after her. His foot snags halfway, and his descent to the other side is far less elegant: more flail than finesse, with a graceless thud to punctuate it.
His world spins in kaleidoscopic splendor, and when his gaze regains its focus, he finds Iris’s maroon eyes trained directly on him. She looks worried at first, but when back to his senses, the expression melts into its familiar exasperation.
“You know, if we get caught, I’m blaming you,” she sighs.
She turns and continues onward. Cilan glowers after her and, wobbling, stands to dust himself off.
“Why do you even bring me along for these things?” he complains. “I specialize in many areas—culinary arts, detective work, rapid transit—and vigilantism is certainly not one of them.”
Iris halts mid-step. She glances back at him, blinking.
“Because I can’t imagine doing this without you,” she says as though it were the most obvious matter in the world.
Cilan stares back at her, mouth slightly—unflatteringly—ajar.
Iris coughs and faces forward again. “Anyway, it’s not really vigilantism if you’re with me, so… let's go.”
She moves on without delay. And, as always, he follows, words failing him in a way only Iris ever manages.
I’ll consider this Kogomegure gay matching from 2025. I think Eri is adopting another husband at home, Midori is getting a girlfriend, Ran another dad, Conan too.
Jokes aside, it kills me how they are above the couple par excellence.
My favourite part about their early interactions is Kogoro being such a dork and wanting to show off his skills, whereas Megure can’t care less shjshshsh. Proceeds to brazenly ignore him lol.
And what’s even funnier is that if you just put the episode on rallenty, you will notice all the hues of Megure’s DONE expressions.
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