dang that is tiny

so I started reading MTMTE last week and hOOOOLY HECK IT’S BEEN QUITE THE RIDE!!!

I’m having a great time but I’m also Not™ and idek man I just gotta draw something cute and happy to try to help ease my pAIN AND HEARTACHE


Harvey Dent on Gotham Tonight (TDK Special Features)

for @about-faces!

bardsona  asked:

pink diamond is just doing what metro man from megamind did and faked her death to live in solitude in her secret lair and follow her aspirations of finally learning to play the guitar

unfortunately, that’s taking a long time because the guitars are just so dang tiny she keeps breaking them

abrazarlo si me extrañas
y voy a pensar en ti
nos reuniremos en nuestros sueños 

@leojiweek day7: GuangHong learns Spanish/Teddy Bears
GuangHong’s Substitute (aka 2.0 from day6)
(thank you @puppybek for helping me with the Spanish!)

Tiny Tiny Cave Walthrough-- ‘How to get Ardent Blossom’

Ok guys, so obviously there are some weird spoilers ahead, so if you don’t want to read any of them, DON’T READ THIS!!

ok, so here we go.

Around 5 pm on 3/18/2015, Kotaku released this article

Basically, it details this SUPER SECRET HIDDEN CHEST that is FULL of secret rare things. All you have to do is jump on a tiny cave in the Emerald Graves.

SO, I really wanted to try this out, mainly because I had not heard anything about that weird tiny cave, and I think the Emerald Graves is my favorite map in the game (it is just so dang gorgeous), and it’s not like I had anything else better to do on a Friday night but jump on a tiny fucking cave.

The tiny cave in question:

look at that cute-ass little sign.

This sweet, weird little cave is found here in the Emerald Graves:

The key to triggering this insane quest is jumping like crazy on the tiny cave.

All hail the purple moose.

I think I jumped around 50-60 times. (Hint: I would make your party hold position right outside of the area, because I kept having Iron Bull all up in my personal space.)

After you jump around 30 times or so, you will start hearing this voice coming from the tiny cave. I was in a fit of frenzy last night, so in my haste, I did not write down what the voice said. However! after you jump on the cave some more, you will get a quest to find 10 Crystal Grace. I already had 7 in my inventory, but I found the remaining pieces in these places: Note: you can ONLY find Crystal Grace in the Hinterlands.

After gathering the Crystal Grace, I went back to the little voice in the cave, and they got REALLY EXCITED! then they started muttering something to the effect of “ Stairs, the stairs, they’ll be there, THEY’LL BE THERE”, and then, nothing.

After this, I briefly tried to think of places with stairs in the game. The first place I thought of was the Giant’s Stairs in the Western Approach. I don’t know if any of you guys have seen the weird tower there, but I thought it would be a good place to look.

After finding nothing here but booze, tiny farmers and cheese (sounds like a fucking party), i decided to consult the internet. After googleing “staircase dragon age” I came across this Reddit thread. APPARENTLY this little egg had been found a little over a month ago, so good research Kotaku, good research.

ANYWAY the best way to find this little spot is to follow this path in Emprise du Lion:

Because if you try to go to Suledin Keep first, you will not be able to get to it.

Anyway, you will have to follow that little path until you find the veil fire. The Area looks like this:

look at how Dorian models so well.

And HERE is the super secret fake snow wall.

All you really need to do is go through, best do it at a bit of a run if you’re nervous.

On the other side of this fake snow wall you will find a staircase, a super long stair case that goes on, and on,and on,and on, and ON.

Eventually, you will get to the bottom.

and you will find the SUPER SECRET CRAZY RARE CHEST! 

and THIS is what will be inside.

a little bit anti climactic, but oh —-

Holyshitwait… is this a MUTHERFUCKING FLOWER CROWN!?

yes.. yes it is.


Slightly less than Enchanted

AU where the first words your soulmate says to you are tattooed somewhere on your body and Raven and Roan’s words are…purely Raven and Roan.  

Clarke and Bellamy were at it again; Bellamy tracing his thumb over the words curled up the blond’s wrist while Clarke herself nuzzled into his neck and giggled loudly. Personally Raven thought the phase of unresolved sexual tension had been a hell of a lot cuter than this monogamous relationship nightmare. She refrained from saying so however, as the last time she’d knocked their PDA, she’d found herself at the receiving end of 2 indignant glares disappearing behind a slamming door. Clarke’s knuckles skimmed the sentence twirling around Bellamy’s shoulder as she scooted even closer. 

Raven rolled her eyes at her roommate before glancing down at her own hip where she knew five words were scripted in elegant cursive under the waistband of her jeans. She grimaced as her leg throbbed with the attention, product of some drunk asshole sideswiping her nearly into the east river almost two years ago. 

Bellamy slid, not at all stealthily, into Clarke’s room behind her and Raven was left alone to her coffee and silence. Idly her hand slid under her shirt and she fingered the design etched into her skin. She had it memorized, right down to the slight comma dividing the phrase and the curly ending to each letter. Her soulmate wrote like a damn calligraphist. She traced the path again and wondered in what tone he would say his first words to her. It could really be anything she thought; all rough and angry or soft and steadying or…Raven shoved the thoughts aside. She was so not fantasizing about some random guy (or girl) that she didn’t even know, despite the obnoxiously endearing nature of his first words. 

She grabbed her keys and called a half-hearted farewell to Clarke, who grumbled something unintelligible back, punctuated by a disgustingly obvious moan from Bellamy. Her leg cramped against the pedals on the way but otherwise she arrived at her favorite bar, Azgeda, without further hassle. Raven came to an abrupt halt at her first step inside. The place was jam packed. It never got this crowded; maybe a tad busier on Friday nights, but nothing even close to what was now the weirdest Wednesday ever. 

She caught Monty’s wave out of the corner of her eye, his dark gaze just barely twinkling at her over the mass. He was teetering on his tip toes, Jasper laughing as he steadied him from behind. Harper, Lincoln, Octavia, Murphy, Miller, Emori, Maya, and Bryan were all squeezed into three tables they’d shoved unceremoniously together. Raven shoved through the fray, attempting to ignore the burn in her leg as she caught sight of the way each of her friends was paired off. Her leg gave a vicious throb as she schooled her features carefully. She didn’t want a soulmate and she definitely didn’t fucking need one. 

“It’s the new bartender,” Miller whispered conspiratorially at her bewildered glance around the bar, “He’s fine as f-” Bryan slapped his arm before he could finish and Miller winked back. Of course, now she noticed the throng of people was primarily made up of women, although there were a good many men as well pushing toward the counter. She rolled her eyes at the flushed crowd surrounding the mysterious bartender and turned back to her friends. 

“So you gonna hit that Reyes?” Harper slammed back her glass and all eyes turned toward Raven. 

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ML Fluff Month Day 14 || Telling the Truth

When Chloe can’t stop thinking about Marinette’s giggle, she realizes something, and she’s absolutely pissed about it.

Rated G || 311 Words

Cross posted on Ao3 || FF


Marinette jumped as the door to her classroom flung open, slamming against the wall, the loud bang echoing in the classroom void of everyone but two. Her and Alya’s heads turned to the noise, whatever they had been talking about completely forgotten. Standing in the entryway, fists balled, steam practically blowing out her nose, was Chloe. “You!”

The accusatory finger that Chloe pointed at Marinette made her brow furrow. “Me?” To clarify even further that Chloe was indeed talking about her, Marinette pointed to herself.

The blond girl stormed into the room, walking towards Marinette’s desk in a huff. “Yes, you! Why did it have to be you! Why couldn’t it have been Rose, or Juleka, or literally any other girl in class!”

“Chloe what are you talking about? Are you okay?” Marinette reached up to grab one of Chloe’s arms, but the blond flinched away.

“NO! Nothing is okay! You and your stupidly adorable giggle yesterday, that I couldn’t stop thinking about all night, made me realize how gay I am! Like, I was pretty much sure and was actually hoping that something like this would happen so I had confirmation with myself. But still! I didn’t want that person to be you!”

“I’m sorry?” Marinette examined Chloe’s face and saw that, under all that supposed anger, she was nervous. Expression softening, Marinette stood up and wrapped Chloe in a hug. “Hey, even if you’re mad at me about this, I just want to say congratulations and that if you need anything let me know.”

Chloe was blushing when Marinette pulled away, eyes wide. “Th-thanks. I-I mean, ugh, whatever. A-as if I’d need your help.” Turning on her heal, Chloe practically ran out of the room.

After a few beats of silence, Alya spoke up. “Well, that was…”

“Cute.” Marinette let out a dreamy little sigh, staring at the door.

Author’s Note ||  I am so incredibly tired that I don’t eve know what I’m typing anymore. I need to sleep but I WILL stick to a prompt a day dang it! Please accept this tiny, short fic before I pass the f out!

let it be known that the marrow-deep rage that wanda has inside of her is something she clings to. her rage keeps her safe. her rage is generational. her rage is a product of genocide. her rage is a culmination of thousands of years of brutality waged on her ancestors. her rage is that of someone who is always seen as an ‘other’. her rage is blinding and bitter and inconsolable. her rage is power. her rage is the child of post-shoah terror. it’s the barbed wire protecting the too-soft velvet of her heart. her rage says never again. her rage says by any means necessary. her rage is violent resistance, not flowers and white flags but i’ll-rip-the-bones-from-your-flesh.

So with the semester ending I’ve been able to indulge in some intense practice sessions and spend more energy on drawings rather than the quick doodles I usually do. Also it helps when motivation slams into you and actually sticks around for a while
And yes, vex is admiring a certain shirtless gunslinger ;)