but will the tags be as good

So Chat Noir has the reputation in the Miraculous fandom for incurable punning, because Ladybug and Chat both make puns, but Ladybug occasionally rolls her eyes at his while he rolls with hers without comment, making incidents generally more memorable.

So I know the ‘Marinette hates puns’ interpretation is common, but.

What if Ladybug just thinks her puns are better.

i recently noticed there was some cool sticky/washi tape-made art, with tapes used to create textures and colours so I made an attempt .w. 


- It must’ve been tough. I’m sure it is not easy for a woman to raise three kids alone.

- It’s in the past now, anyways.

anonymous asked:

Are you allowed to talk about who your character is?

I’m gonna keep it relatively vague because I’m not 100% sure what constitutes as a spoiler…

She’s sarcastic & witty & a little (a lot) impulsive. She’s always had this free spirit no one else around her seemed to have or understand & that left her feeling like the odd man out. She tries to put up this front so people will think she’s some tough bitch, but deep down she’s just a girl. A scared girl whose impulsive decisions landed her in a situation she can’t get out of and now she’s in WAAAY over her head.
There’s only one person who truly believes in her and she definitely feels as if she let her down… and I think that shame is definitely a driving force for her. She feels like she needs to PROVE there’s a reason she did what she did– that there’s a reason she unintentionally hurt the girl she loves. 

And holy shit I hope I’m able to convey all of that properly in podcast form.

Augh, so I thought I must’ve just slept funny on my arm two nights ago, but I guess all the skidding around my bike was doing day before yesterday (lots of loose gravel on the trails) meant I was yanking the handlebars around to try and correct, and I guess this is an old injury flaring up, which is apparently a thing that happens now. At least it’s just the one arm.

Don’t break both arms at the elbows, kids. It’s still annoying years later.


@cactwerk @lapis-lazoolee  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Here is my take on a sort of a Beauty and the Beast kinda au. @cactwerk came up with the idea, I asked if i could write it bc fairytale aus are my CRACK.
Anyways, here goes nothing.

Noctis winced as he sat back in his chair and decided to retire for the night. He had send Ignis home early and there was no paperwork that needed his immediate attention. He got up and left the messy piles of paper as is. He’ll deal with everything tomorrow.

The tapping of his shoes and cane echoed in the lonely hallway and opened the door to his room. He took off his suit jacket, started undoing his tie and stripped for a warm shower, in hopes of relaxing his muscles. 

Before slinking into bed, he takes painkillers to take the edge off his bad knee and hip. As he settles back into his pillows, he realize sleep will not come so easily.

After rescuing Eos from perpetual darkness, Noctis couldn’t find the peace to sleep like he used to.

He rebuilt Insomnia as soon as he recovered from his sacrifice. He set out to help restore the peace and bring people back to home. After ten long years of night, the Insomniac citizens were true to their name.They were prosperous and happy, exactly as Noctis set out for them to be. But he felt like an outsider, looking in. 

His heart was heavy after the death of Lunafreya. After his time in the Crystal, Noctis accepted his fate. He took a seat on his throne and endured the pain, over and over. He accepted each and every blade, he defeated Ardyn’s soul and set him to rest. 

As he could feel himself ascend, he took comfort in the fact of seeing his dad again. Of seeing Luna.

When he woke up with his father’s sword in his torso, his throat let out a roar so loud it knocked him out.

He lived in constant pain. His old childhood wounds came back to haunt him and as soon as he could sit up, he set out to rebuilding Insomnia. He got lost in it. His friends had to pull him out of his head and paperwork frequently.

His friends were a great comfort. Gladio, Ignis and Prompto stayed with him always. They were a comfort he often felt he didn’t deserve. He thanked the Six everyday for them. But he felt disconnected from them, as if he lost a piece. He suffered his pain in silence, not wanting to cause anymore to them.

Dawn may rise every morning but it felt like it never did for Noctis.

The distance worried his friends. Gladio was and always will be his shield, but the distance kept him frosty. Ignis was his devoted advisor, but being sent home early was a constant. Prompto would see Noctis as often as he could, when the latter wasn’t “too busy”. 

The three friends, tried several interventions. Many angry outbursts, many tear-jerking moments. But none were fruitful.

Noctis shifted and he winced again.

He often wondered why he wasn’t dead. It had been five years since the sacrifice and the better part of Insomnia and other daemon-plagued cities were rebuilt. He sold his soul to save Eos, but here he was; a broken and battered man.

A broken and battered man, his heart growing heavier and heavier each day. He pushed away his friends, his brothers, resigned himself a slave to the throne.

His eye lids were beginning to grow heavy. As he drifted off to sleep, he wondered if he’ll eventually have a reason to wake up and not wish the day was already over.

The next morning, his reason was finishing up cleaning their apartment and grabbed an apple to snack on as they gazed at the Citadel from their window.


Oh my god was that awful??? tell me if it was awful, if it was bad. ugh omg. Im just glad to get this out of my head i’ve been thinking about this for a few days. ughhhhh i hope it wasn’t bad, let me know what you thinkkkk hhhhhhhhhhh.

thanks @wonhopes for the tag, you’re a babe! ;-)

rules: list my 10 current favorite songs and tag 10 people

ugh i’m such a kpop hoe, some of these are big hits atm so don’t @ me

. bts - spring day

. anda - touch

. day6 - i wait

. k.a.r.d - don’t recall

. giriboy - i’m in trouble

. nct127 - baby don’t like it

. xxxy - flower selling woman

. hanhae - i used to

. sik-k - i call it love

. primary ft. jinah & rapmon - u

mm, i tag the lovely @realvalor @lunarimagines @jespere-hope @causekpop @unforgettaeble @hallyuscenarios @jisoo-17 @thisisjustmywritingblog @astro-away and all my noona loves @noonanet ~!

robotmeiser  asked:

*in response to ribcage hug ask* But i wanna freakin' die?

(( hey.  you there.  all of you out there.
yes, all of you. 
you matter.  not just to me.  you matter and there are things worth living for, even if our brains are sometimes liars and say there isn’t.  you just keep being strong.  because if you’re here, you definitely are strong.
i believe in you, and i’m proud of you.