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So at first I just wanted to draw Gen in a waistcoat… and then I wondered ‘who is he looking at like that?’ and then of course it turns out he’s at some fancy BDSM party and he never thought he’d see Sephiroth there but lo and behold, it’s the man in the flesh, and he doesn’t look too pleased at being found out by his colleague. Or maybe Genesis sent him an invite, thinking he’d never come, and thus he’s pleasantly surprised?

Here’s my version for the villain au 😈

I like to think that this au continues from the original series, saitama couldn’t find an opponent worthy enough to battle, resort to being a villain (its the best i could think of lmao) and genos… well, someone implant a virus in him

“Troop Leader” Epilogue

Summary: How will your father handle the fact that James Buchanan Barnes is the one mending your broken heart?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader

Warnings: Fluff central, Dad!Bucky

Word Count: 944

A/N: This is the end! I will move anyone from the series tags to my permanent if they send me an ask! I have a few series ideas that i will write out summaries for and have you guys choose! 

Troop Leader Masterlist


Originally posted by andcrcassian

Seven Years Later

“Babe, please just five more minutes.”

“Nu uh, Mommy. Today’s the first day of troop meetings! Daddy said he would meet us there!” your little six-year-old shouted at you.

Keep reading

Why Paladins is not a rip-off of Overwatch:

Before I start, this is going to be a really, really long post.  Just a warning.  Also, note that they are both great games and I’m not hating on Overwatch, only telling you not to hate on Paladins. I’m gonna go through each Paladins character (excluding ones that haven’t been accused of copying) in alphabetical order and tell you why it isn’t from Overwatch:

1) Androxus:

Androxus is usually described as “McReaper,” meaning “Reaper with McCree’s abilities.” First, let’s check those:

McCree’s abilities:

  • A pistol with the ability to fire an entire round at once at the cost of an accuracy drop
  • Somersault
  • Stun grenade
  • Ult–autoaims deadly bullets at all opponents in line of vision 

Andro’s:

  • Pistol which has a similar feature to McCree’s except it only fires three bullets max
  • Dashes forward in whatever direction Andro is facing, including up (three separate charges)
  • Damage reflection
  • Ult–Andro gets 4 supercharged shots and can’t fall if airborne for the duration unless hit by knockback

Okay, they do have one similar attack, which is their right-click (unloading their magazine). Of course, Blizzard didn’t invent this, but whatever.  What about Reaper?  Come on, both are basically just edgy batman-ish characters, and Reaper’s design follows a basic archetype much more than Andro’s.

Update: Just as I was writing this, Hi-Rez announced a new character.  Her name is Ash.  Nobody’s commented on her yet, but let’s clear that up before it starts.

2) Ash:

Her design doesn’t match or even resemble any of the Overwatch characters, so I better not see anyone complaining about that.

She has a cannon.  A proper cannon, unlike that lame beam thing Zarya has.  Her charge ability is a bit like Reinhardt’s, but they’re both basically just basic charging attacks, and they are a bit different.  She can deploy a shield, which is shaped a little bit like Orisa’s, but her’s moves forward, and no, that doesn’t mean she’s a Symmetra ripoff.  Also, Barik has had a non-moving one for ages, so you definitely can’t accuse that of copying.  More on that later.  Her ult plants a flag on the ground, knocking enemies back and making her invincible as long as she’s near it.  I personally don’t see how that’s like anything in ow, but I’m sure ya’ll’ll think of something.

3) Barik:

At first glance, it kinda looks like Hi-Rez just took Torbjörn and made some small changes.  Not true.  They are both dwarves who build turrets, but the similarities pretty much end there.  They have completely different attacks (and by that I mean only one of their abilities is the same) and the one attack that they have in common was in not only tf2 but Global Agenda as well.  For those of you who don’t know, Global Agenda is an MMO made by Hi-Rez, the makers of Paladins.  It has 4 classes that pretty much match the classes in ow/pcotr right now (think about that the next time you criticize pcotr’s class system).

“What about his gun?”

Barik has a crystal powered Shotgun which practically qualifies as a melee attack.  Sorry.

“But their designs are so similar!”

They’re a lot less similar than you think.  Considering that they’re both dwarves (dwarves tend to be pretty much the same from universe to universe), they’re fairly different.  They have different armor, different weapons, and different abilities.  Next!

4) Bomb King:

Ah, yes.  Bomb King vs. Junkrat.  They do share two similar abilities, and this, unlike some other arguments here *cough cough Buck cough cough* is actually worth my time.  They share an attack in Concussion Mine/Poppy Bomb, but that’s in tf2 for Demoman as Sticky Jumper.  That leaves us with their ults, because I’m not spending my valuable time going over their designs.  They do have similar ultimates, actually, but the two do have their differences.  For starters, one throws a bomb while the other is a bomb, and one stuns while the other climbs walls.  

5) Buck:

Apparently, since both he and Zenyatta are monks, (and technically they aren’t, Buck dresses like one but it isn’t canon yet) one is a copy of the other.  Other than that one similarity which they might not even have, they have as different designs/abilities as Mario and Bowser.

6) Cassie:

So apparently there are actual people who think Cassie is a ripoff of Hanzo.  I don’t even know what to tell you on this one.

7) Drogoz:

I can understand this one.  His design is pretty different from Pharah, but their attacks are almost identical.  Unfortunately, they’re all from Global Agenda, from the jetpack, to the rocket launcher, to the explosive projectile.  You know what else was in GA?  Pharah’s anubis armor.  But that’s none of my business…

8) Evie:

Alright, I’ll give you this one.  Ice Block/Cryo-Freeze and Ice Storm/Blizzard are pretty similar, but if that’s all you got, you’re gonna have to try harder.

9) Fernando

It’s finally time.  The champion that started this whole debate.  Let’s do a comparison with Reinhardt:

Reinhardt’s attacks:

  • Rocket Hammer
  • Barrier Field 
  • Charge
  • Fire Strike
  • Ult–Earthshatter

Fernando’s attacks:

  • Flame Lance
  • Shield
  • Fireball
  • Charge
  • Ult–Immortal

Let’s start with the easy things.  Fireball was in Smite.  (Seriously, if you think ow invented Fireballs, I don’t know what to tell you.)  Their charges are different, despite sharing a name.  Now, here’s the real issue: the shield.  I’m not gonna lie, the shields are pretty much the same.  

“So it is a copy of Overwatch!”

No, I said they were they same.  I didn’t say one took it from the other.  Remember good ol’ Global Agenda?  Yeah, well, the Robotics class has a blue energy shield, which Nando’s shield is just a souped-up version of.  Also, that energy shield is actually part of a two-part weapon.  The other half is a rocket-powered melee weapon.  Sound familiar?

10) Inara:

A wall summoning character =/= a copy of every other wall summoning character.  Also, Thor had it in Smite first.

11) Kinessa:

You really think Kinessa is a copy of WM because she’s a sniper?  Are you kidding me?  I’m not even wasting my breath typing for this one.

12) Lex:

…and of course having two guns makes you a ripoff, even if you don’t have anything else in common…

13) Maeve:

Genji and Maeve have practically opposite designs, different weapons,  completely different ultimates, not to mention that one has a projectile reflection ability and the other has a healing/effect remover + Speed boost.  But of course, one is a copy because they have a double jump and a dash.

Side note: Maeve’s “Speed Boost” (Prowl) and “Dash” (Pounce) are separate abilities.  Prowl makes Maeve run faster and jump higher for a short time, while Pounce just propels her a short distance, dealing damage and knocking Maeve back if she hits an enemy.

14) Makoa:

So, Makoa is a copy of Roadhog because they have a similar attack–which would be a good argument if anything else about the character was remotely similar.

15) Ruckus:

A copy of D.Va ‘cause he has a robot.  Oh, wait!  The robot has

guns

!  That changes everything!

16) Sha Lin:

Well, looks like ya finally got me.  Sha Lin and Hanzo…are both archers.  That’s literally it.  Nice try.

“But they’re both Asian!”

I’ve gotten this argument more than you’d think.  Because all Asians are exactly the same.  You’re treading on thin ice here.

17) Skye:

You do realize that Skye came before Sombra, and not after, right?

18) Torvald:

I don’t really wanna waste my time on this one.  How ‘bout you go look at Symmetra’s attacks, and then go look at Torvald’s, and tell me if they’re similar. (Spoiler: They aren’t.)

19) Viktor:

Aside from Reinhardt/Nando, this is the one I hear about the most, which i find a bit strange, since they only share two abilities, one being a gun and the other being running.  That’s right, one of the main arguments towards why pcotr copied ow is that pcotr has a character that can run.  No joke.

That about wraps it up for the characters. 

But none of this even matters!

Listen to these:

  • “Genji is a copy of ssb because he can double jump!”
  • “McCree is a copy of Spy because he has a pistol!”
  • “Pharah is a copy of GA because she has a jetpack, blue anubis themed armor, a rocket launcher, and explosive projectiles!”
  • “Reaper is a copy of DC’s Red Hood because he has a mask and two guns!”
  • “Soldier: 76 is a copy of Soldier because they have guns, running, explosives and “soldier” in their name!”
  • “Sombra is a copy of Skye because they both have a purple/black color scheme and a small handheld weapon with a high RoF as well as invisibility and the ability to disrupt the enemy team!”
  • “Tracer is a copy of The Doctor because they’re both British time-travellers with eccentric outfits!”
  • “Bastion is a copy of Ultron because he’s a powerful and versatile robot who can heal himself and is also the cause of a robot apocalypse!”
  • “Hanzo is a copy of Hawkeye/Green Arrow because they’re both archers!”
  • “Junkrat is a copy of Bomberman because they both make explosions!”
  • “Mei is a copy of any ice character ever!”
  • “Torbjörn is a copy of Engineer because they both build turrets!”
  • “Widowmaker is a copy of Sniper because they’re both snipers!”
  • “D.Va is a copy of the Pink Ranger because they both pilot pink robots to fight people!”
  • “Orisa is a copy of Ruckus, Barik, Seris, and Inara because her attacks are bascally a combination of theirs!”
  • “Reinhardt is a copy of GA because he has a rocket powered melee weapon and a blue energy shield!”
  • “Roadhog is a copy of Spider-Man because they both have grappling-hook-like weapons used to bring enemies closer!”
  • “Winston is a copy of Marvel’s The Beast because they’re animal-like but intelligent!”
  • “Zarya is a copy of Soldier because she has a cannon!”
  • “Ana is a copy of Medic because she can both heal and deal damage!”
  • “Lúcio is a copy of that breakdancing guy from Pokémon BW because they look exactly the same!”
  • “Mercy is a copy of the Overseers from Infinity Wars because she’s an angel with a gun!”
  • “Symmetra is a copy of Dr. Light because she can use solid light to create structures!”
  • “Zenyatta is a copy of the Jeskai in mtg because he’s a monk!”

They sound dumb, right?  They should, it’s the same logic you use when trashing on Paladins.  Overwatch isn’t a ripoff of any of the franchises listed above, because that logic is flawed.  I think we’re done here.

things i need from the TRC tv show:

  • accurate portrayal of just how Enamored™ gansey was with adam
  • accurate portrayal of just how Enamored™ gansey was with adam 
  • accurate portrayal of just how Enamored™ gansey was with adam 
  • reece king
  • the brightest, ugliest shade of orange on the pig
  • POC BLUE POC BLUE POC BLUE POC BLUE POC BLUE PO–
  • glitter noah
  • the abomination that is the kitchen/bathroom of monmouth
  • gansey’s miniature henrietta
  • GANSEY-ON-FIRE
  • gansey not being ugly
  • adam not being ugly
  • past!ronan with his curly hair
  • g a n s e y ‘ s  j o u r n a l
  • the iconic “oh man that’s the biggest lie you’ve ever told”
  • “maybe i dreamt you”
  • the killer polo-topsiders-khakis combo
  • herny’s robobee…………… henry’s robobee
  • the tunnel scene w/ henry and gansey
  • cabeswater not being ugly cgi
  • blue’s eccentric outfit choices (fashion mogul)
  • THE EVER-ICONIC COCA COLA SHIRT
  • not-straight kavinsky…. i swear if ya’ll make him straight–
  • tyler young…. as gansey. or ansel elgort. i will accept no one else

bonus:

  • it’s not gonna happen ever but troye sivan as adam. i would give my right kidney for this ok
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I never used to wear t-shirts because it was so hard to find one that actually fit without trying to strangle or drown me. And then I found ASOS “The Crew” and I’m a convert. Going to get me these in every colour. I felt alive when I was taking these photos. Up on the rooftop in the steaming afternoon sun, it felt like a day 5 summers ago - I haven’t been this hopeful since that summer ended. Maybe it’s spring euphoria but it’s like magic. 

Wearing

  ASOS The Crew tshirt

  Vintage Skirt (many similar styles at Eloquii)

  Juju Babe Jellies (many similar at YOOX)

  Vintage basket bag (similar styles at Kate Spade)

  Eclectic Eccentricity Wolf Pendant


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The main thing I want from the new doctor is an eccentric doctor outfit. lets have a return to iconic doctor outfits.

Peter Capaldis doctor started as just another variation of a suit, and then became just a mix of plain clothes hoodies and sunglasses. Please give us somethign new. Please don’t waste the oppertunity for something glorious and mad and truley worthy of the doctor. Not that boring black hoodie and coat. I really hope thats just her/them in 12′s old clothes. 

down with dark!doctor aesthetic, in with the wild and brilliant alien aesthetic. put 13 in neon green jeans and a pirate shirt, or highheeled cowboy boots and a checker jumpsuit, or glitter encrusted trousers and a hawaiian shirt and velcro sandles.

just give us something mad, and wonderful, and alien again

I love Little Mix so fucking much. I like their voices and their personalities and their music and their everything.

but what I love most is their performances. They’re always so ExtraTM. Elaborate intros, Instrumental breaks with big dance routines, cool outfits and eccentric makeup, ad libs and backings and harmonies that they all fucking NAIL, and last but definitely not least: how it shows that these girls have such an amazing bond.

I JUST LOVE LITTLE MIX

LA Fashionista pt 1 and 2

I did some light editing and added stuff that I felt missing and changed a few minor things to flow better. Now I can start typing pt 2

———–
Marinette was on top of the world. It was summer vacation, so she didn’t have to put up with Chloe for almost a solid 2 months. Well, unless she ran into her while running an errand for her summer internship. Which was the greatest thing to have happened since being hand picked to commission an album cover for Jagged Stone. She was officially working for Gabriel Agreste as his personal assistant; while Natalie was taking care of Adrien schedule. She really couldn’t ask for a better chance to get her name out there for her designs. Even running into Chloe in town, which happens more than she liked, is worth it.

Chloe would still tried to get a rise out of Marinette. But she’s learning to not let it get to her, even when she tries to embarrass Marinette while she was working. Plus side of working for Gabriel Agreste was that when Adrien was around, so was his personal bodyguard. She could never figure what his name was, but he was quite intimidating in getting Chloe to back off and let Marinette work. She would be lying if she said she didn’t take a LITTLE pleasure in Chloe not being able to see Adrien as he rehearsed. And Adrien was on Marinette’s side those times, too.

That was the other perk of the job, how she got to see Adrien more often. Even sometimes working along side him. Unfortunately Adrian’s own schedule kept him busy, so they really only got to see each other during shows or photoshoots. But that in itself was good enough.

The best perk of all was how the money she earned for her internship was going into a fund that, along with any side job commissions thanks to word of mouth via Jagged Stone, would eventually help pay for Marinette going to college and starting her own line. Things couldn’t get better.

The day started as usual, she had gotten drafts of markups for an upcoming magazine article that was going to cover a fashion show the following evening, and was on the way to bring them to Gabriel for his final approval. That and his usual order of coffee. She went up the main stairs to where his office was, left past the picture of Adrien and his father in mourning. His office door was open a crack, and she heard him yelling into the phone. Who ever he was talking to seemed to have made a massive error in regards of the following evenings show, and it wasn’t going well for whoever was on the other end of the line. She had seen him get angry one other time, when a model had gotten food poisoning On a dress specially tailored for her measurements on The day of a show. That was an interesting evening, she was surprised he didn’t get akumatized over it!

Given that, she decided to come back in a few minutes rather then stand there awkwardly eavesdroping. Something had crashed into a wall, causing smaller pictures to rock. And that one large one swing open like a door. Marinette heard some strange rustling behind the door, almost like whispers. She knew she should ignore it, But her curiosity got the better of her. She placed the cooling cup of coffee and folder on a nearby table and carefully eased the painting open to find a darkened room. The rustling sound became more apparent, and she heard something, or somethings, move.

“Marinette you probably shouldn’t sneak into other people’s rooms.” A small voice chirped from her handbag. Similar to her original one, Marinette had crafted a more professional looking one of a hunter green color that matched her business suit. The kwami flitted out to look around as well.

“I know Tikki. But something doesn’t feel right.” Whatever was in this room was causing chills run up and down Marinette’s arms. There seemed to be a large amount of small things flitting around. She took out her phone to provide some light into the matter and saw what was in the room.

“Butterflies??” She asked out loud. Tikki floated near her head. There were hundreds of them. All white. Now Marinette knew something wasn’t right.

Suddenly a nearby wall opened like a camera eye, casting light into the room and stirring the butterflies.

“I wasn’t aware you were one to snoop, Miss Cheng.” A soft, stern voice quipped at the door.

Marinette suddenly felt an unease, her heart kicked it up.

“Mr Agreste. I… the door was open. And I… ”

“Got curious? Yes, purely natural human response. One I have right now is the curiosity on how you ended up with your particular miraculous.” He approached Marinette, who stood in the center of the light spilling in from the now open window. As he walked Marinette heard him utter a name. “Nooroo. Transform me, now.”

Marinette’s shock floored her. She couldn’t have been more surprised if she tried. She watched as in a blink, the white Butterflies swarming her vision, then settling down. Standing in a purple fancy suit and Shiney silver cowl, her boss, was none other than Hawkmoth. But her shock was short lived as once he was transformed he lunged. She barely had a change to call out to Tikki to transform her.

———-

It was just before sunset. Chat Noir was waiting on the roof of Notre Dame waiting to rendezvous with Ladybug for their evening patrol. But judging by how many bells were tolling to signify the hour, she was running late. It wasn’t something uncommon tho. She had mentioned before she’d had a summer job that may run late some days. So he waited patiently, his only company the gargoyles.

He had looked at his phone to see if there were any messages from his lady, when he heard some ruckus in a nearby park. He gave a shot at calling Ladybug, but with no avail.

“Well, my lady will just have to catch up then!” And swung down on his staff to find out what all the commotion was.

He found it was a new akuma, one rather interesting looking. She looked like a miss matched ragdoll, with stitches running up and down any exposed skin. Her outfit a dark green cloak with oversized sleeves, and black high heeled boots. She also had a round bag which seemed to carry sewing or craft supplies. He looked around to see what damage this akuma was capable of. It Looked like she was turning Parisians into mannequins, dressed with eccentric outfits. Except Chloe, he noted she was dressed in a potato sack on her mannequin, which had a deep scowl.

“Looks like I need to BUTTON UP for this fight, until Ladybug arrives. he said with a smirk.

The akuma turned to him with a scowl. "DON’T expect any backup this time around, kitty cat. You’re in this fight alone.”

Chat Noir jerked in recognition. “Marinette?” He looked into the blue eyes of the akuma. They were the same as those of his classmates.

The akuma rolled her eyes, brushing one dark braided pigtail aside. “I am The Fashionista. Not ‘Marinette.’” She quipped.

Chat still persisted. “Marinette? What’s wrong? Did something happen with my-at work?”

He carefully approached, holding his baton lowly, at the ready if she decided to throw something at him, his other hand held out gently reaching for her. Then he remembered what she said. “And what did you mean by me fighting alone? Ladybug will be here any minute.”

That seemed to upset Marinette’s akuma more. “Your wrong! Ladybug isn’t coming to save Paris anymore!” She screamed, And threw giant knitting needles at him.

He knocked them both away effortlessly, knowing they were what caused the effects of the mannequin transformation. What she was saying disturbed him greatly, but he couldn’t dwell as he dodged more attacks. He didn’t want to hurt her so he mostly dodged as she landed several hits with her fists and feet. Sometimes the hits landed dead on, others was as if she couldn’t get a clear shot, and she would trip over herself.

As he dodged her attacks there was 2 things he noticed quickly about her. There were tears streaming from her eyes, and there was something red along the side of her face. He had to get a closer look. He took a run to her and the Fashionista smirked pulling out a large knitting needles. But at the last second he used his staff to pole vault over her, she stumbled in surprise. Once over he managed to get her in a bear hug.

“You’ve had me on pins and needles this fight, Princess. Especially with that comment. What do you mean by that? That Ladybug won’t be coming?”

Grunting Marinette struggled in his grip, trying to elbow him in the stomach, but his grip wouldn’t relent. Turning her head to look at him, she said “Give me your miraculous and you’ll find out. ”

At the angle she was giving him, Chat Noir noticed what the off putting Shiney red was. Her earlobe was bleeding. He pulled back in shock, but still kept his arms around her, “Marinette, what happened to your ear!?” He asked.

But instead of an answer, she snapped her fingers. Chat Noir felt his arms pulled from around the akuma by a pair of mannequins. The Fashionista turned around with a smirk filled with anger… and sadness. He noted more tears threatening to spill. But the look she had in her eyes behind those tears. They were familiar in a way. But he had no time to think about why. He called out a cataclysm, and felt the power of corrosion in his fingertips. He clenched his fist.

“Now now, kitty-cat what are you going to do with that? Surely not use it on these helpless people?”

Granted, Chat forgot the dummies were people, but he’d had another thought. He kept his hand in a fist and tugged against the mannequin.

Another mannequins brought over a fallen tree branch, while the Fashionista gently took his right hand. He clenched his fist, careful at pulling against her, not wanting the power touched by someone he cared about.

“Now let’s just dispel that so I can get what I came here for. Right mon petite chatton?”

He had only a second to act. “

Sorry to do this, my lady, as much as I don’t want a free akuma flying round, I’d rather have you back instead.” And ripped his hand forward out of her grip, and touched the bag at her side. As he hoped, the bag disintegrated freeing the black butterfly from its depths. As it flew off, the mannequins froze and the colorful outfit Marinette wore faded in a cloud of black smoke.

Marinette stumbled on her feet, but Chat caught her against his chest. “Are you OK, Princess?”

Marinette looked around bewildered a moment before looking up at Chat Noir. He noted that the tears were still there, quietly streaming down her face. He frowned.

“Marinette? What’s wrong?”

She pushed back from him, he let her, but still reached out to comfort her. She shook her head. What’s wrong? That was a loaded question. How could she answer. Her ear gave a throb and she reached for it. Suddenly remembering the fight. How Hawkmoth tore one earing from her viciously, breaking her transformation. Then threatening Tikki if she didn’t hand over the other. After that he took advantage of her anger akumatizing her. She had no idea how hard it was to resist that thrall. But then again she’d always had bad luck didn’t she?

She felt lije couldn’t breath, and Chat caught her before she fell. He guided her to a nearby bench, away from the living mannequins.

“Marinette, please tell me. What happened? At work; to your ear? You can trust me.” He gave her a genuine smile, and gentle squeeze on her shoulder.

“It’s a long story, but I think you should know. I found out that Hawkmoth is Gabriel Agreste, and he has my Miraculous.”

Chat sat stunned, his green eyes wide in surprise. His father, was Hawkmoth?

“How did you find that out?” He asked, swallowing the growing lump in his throat.

“I found his lair in his house by mistake. And,” she paused, rubbing at her face as the next part of the story seemed to truly upset her. “When he caught me snooping in his lair, he transformed. Chat, he has the Ladybug miraculous. I tried to fight back, but he’s so mug stronger than I expected.”

He wasn’t surprised at that statement so much. He’s never first hand seen his father fight, but he remembered stories his mother told of him in his younger years. The fact of the matter, the one that angered him tho was that he attacked Marinette.

“I’m sorry that your partner is just a clumsy highchooler who can’t even protect her miraculous. ” she finished, breaking him from his thoughts. The tears had started flowing again. Chat put a hand on her shoulder giving her a warm smile.

“I’m not too surprised you’re Ladybug. I actually figured that out halfway thru the fight. If anything I’m grateful that my lady is such a sweet person!” He suddenly got a serious look on his face. It was Marinette’s turn to be surprised.


“It’s the identity of Hawkmoth that caught me off guard.” His ring gave warning. There was only one pad left.

“Your should go-”

“No chance!” He gave a smirk. “I’m not leaving your side one second. I had to let your akuma free, and that means it can come back. And until we can get your miraculous back, I’m going to protect you at all times. Even as my normal self.”

He gave a cocky pose, just as his transformation faded.

It was Marinette’s turn to be shocked as in his place was none other than Adrien Agreste. Her jaw had dropped and heart seemed to have stopped. He turned and gave a determined look, still talking in the confidence that was her partner.

“I promise we will get your miraculous back, Marinette, and I swear to you. I had no idea that my father was Hawkmoth.”

Marinette looked back and forth between him and the small cat creature on his shoulder who must have been his kwami. She shook off her surprise.

“Don’t worry, I believe you.”

———

He escorted Marinette home, and she quietly avoided looking at the mannequins around Paris. Tho it seemed as they walked she found every single crack to trip over. How embarrassing. Yet Adrien never said anything about it, just made sure she never actually fell. After dropping her off at her front door, just minutes later he was on her balcony. They had to plan. And, he was going to do whatever it took to make sure Marinette’s akuma didn’t come back till they were ready. But they knew they had to act fast. And getting those earrings back were the number one priority.

The Most Unlikely of Meetings

A/N: This was a request from last week from a lovely anon, who wanted a Spencer x Reader fic where the reader was a model and took Spencer and the team to Coachella! Thanks so much for your patience, love. I must preface this by saying I AM NOT COOL, I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT COACHELLA (LOL), but I’ve always wanted to go, so I did my best. I also made a point of mentioning the modeling industry, but not describing the reader herself, so you can think of her however you’d like. :) 

Enjoy my loves! And feel free to send in more requests. This one was a challenge for me, but I loved it!

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Nearly a year ago, a friend of yours in the modeling industry was stalked by an obsessive fan. He had been killing those close to her. Anyone who was a threat to him. Anyone who he felt was a threat to her or her career - no one was safe. You were a target as well, considering Holly was one of your best friends. Thankfully, you had both escaped the case relatively unharmed due to the brilliant work of the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit.

As you scanned the vast audience looking for your boyfriend and his friends, your mind flashed back to the year before, lingering on the lanky, dorky doctor’s face as he walked through the door of the interrogation room. His hair was a shade of brown in between dirty blonde and chocolate, with eyes that matched. As he met your gaze, his face flushed and he pulled at his sweater vest, trying as best he could to keep his composure. After a short interrogation, he had insisted on putting you in protective custody, given how close you were to Holly. You tried to fight it, but he wasn’t having it. The case eventually came to a close a couple of days later, after unfortunately losing another close friend of yours and Holly’s.

You were a complete mess, but the youngest agent seemed determined to make sure you were okay before they went back to Quantico - and during that short exchange, you had been bold enough to ask for his number. You prefaced the question by saying you knew how busy both of your careers were at the moment, but you wanted to get to know him. Over the next three months, you got to know each other through texts and Skype and then he had asked you on a real date, considering you were going to be close to Virginia.

Flash forward another nine months, and you and Spencer were happily dating, but you had yet to meet his friends, so you’d invited the whole group of them to Coachella. It was a bit difficult getting so many tickets, but you suspected the notoriety from last year’s debacle upped your status in the industry - so you were able to get Spencer and his friends into one of the biggest arts and music festivals of the year. You know the saying, “No publicity is bad publicity.” Yea, you weren’t so sure.

“Hey, bae!” you heard from behind you. Holly was here. She wanted to make sure the good doctor was good enough for her best friend. You already knew she approved.

Just as she released you from what could only be described as a bear hug, you saw your boyfriend’s super wavy hair coast over the rest of the crowd. You ran toward him, jumping up and wrapping your arms and legs around him, practically tipping him over. You kissed him before jumping off, “Hi, honey! How are you?”

He returned your passion with a wide grin. “I’m a little uncomfortable, Y/N,” he said pulling at his shirt again, like he had that day last year, “I’m probably the last person that should be at a place like this. I’m definitely not cool enough.”

“Nonsense, Spence,” you said grabbing his hand and kissing his cheek. “Your looks make you fit right in. I can already see ladies looking your way.” At that point, you might have pinched his butt. Just maybe.

“Really?” he asked, grinning wide, secretly a fan of your public displays of affection.

You snorted. “Yup. This butt is mine.”

He turned you to face his friends and placed his hands around your waist. “I guess I’ll fake it until I feel comfortable then,” he laughed. “Until then, I’d like you to meet my friends.”

One by one, his teammates introduced themselves. Penelope was sporting what were seemingly all the colors of the rainbow and was looking around like a kid on Christmas morning. Everyone around her was staring at her eccentric outfit, but she couldn’t give any fucks - it was amazing. JJ was wearing a loose, flowing white dress and tan sandals and Emily was dressed in a red top that accentuated her hair and striking eyes. The boys, Rossi, Aaron and Derek, were each decked out in jeans and a t-shirt; Derek in a tight-fitting navy tee, Rossi in an old Beatles t-shirt (he honestly looked the most comfortable out of everyone) and Aaron wearing a Pearl Jam t-shirt. You could definitely see yourself being friends with Spence’s friends. 

“You know guys,” Spencer started, in a way that indicated a fact or statistic was about to burst forth, “Coachella was actually started because of a dispute between Pearl Jam and Ticketmaster. Pearl Jam felt that Ticketmaster was gouging the fans and the artists, so they decided to pursue another avenue for their tour. It became so popular, it expanded and became this. Nearly half a million people attend every year now.”

You just beamed at him. Some people were put off by his ramblings, but you found it endearing, “I did know that, Spence. And judging by Aaron’s t-shirt, he might know too.”

“So where are we going first?” Penelope practically screamed. “The Coachella Stage, the Outdoor Theatre, the Gobi Tent, the Mojave tent or the Sahara tent?”

You couldn’t help laughing at her fervor, and the rest of team joined you, “I thought you’d never been before, Penelope?” You raised on eyebrow in her direction and she continued, “Yea, but this is where all the cool people are and I’ve always wanted to go!”

Well, between today and tomorrow I’ve got a ton on performances lined up,” you said excitedly, trying to be heard by his friends over the frenzy of the crowd. “I got us all tickets to see Zedd and Kesha, The Chainsmokers, Of Monsters and Men, Halsey and Guns N’ Roses.”

At the mention of Guns N’ Roses, you heard Rossi from the back, “Oh, thank god, someone I recognize!” 

Derek laughed and clapped him on the shoulder. “See there’s something for everyone, old man.”

Rossi cut his eyes at Derek in the most loving, yet if-you-say-that-again-I’ll-kill-you voice. “Watch it, kid.” 

You placed yourself behind Spencer, wrapping your hands around his midsection. He seemed to be relaxing a bit. While Coachella was sometimes known for drama, drugs and celebrity mishaps, you weren’t here for that. All you wanted was to have a great time, have a few drinks, see some cool performances and spend some time with your unlikely boyfriend, who’d come into your life in the most unlikely of ways.

“To the Mojave tent!” you shouted, jumping on Spencer’s back for a piggyback ride. “The Chainsmokers start in 45 minutes.”

Spencer led the way, with you on his back, but was practically run over by Penelope, who couldn’t contain her energy any longer.

You nuzzled your face into Spencer’s neck. This was going to be amazing.

6

A single doodle turned into an ENTIRE PAGE OF SKETCHES.

AND OH GOD HAVE I GOT A STORY FOR YOU FOLKS.

IMAGINE, IF YOU WILL, A KINDERGOOP AU, WHERE MY AND @comyet‘s BEAUTIFUL BOYS ARE KIDDOS IN GRADE SCHOOL. SOME IDEAS BELOW:


-Gaster and Aster are in neighboring classrooms. Aster gets sent to the corner a lot, and Gaster sneaks into the other class to cheer him up.

-Aster is a precious smiling child who exudes confidence and charm. Gaster, meanwhile, is a tol shy who has a serious crush on Aster. Ink is Gaster’s wing man.

-Ink and Gaster will, on occasion, attempt to swap outfits in order for Gaster to get into Aster’s class. This leads to mixed results, but at least Ink gets to wear the top hat he admires.

-Ink HAS FRECKLES. Young bones=pores in the bones=FRECKLES.

-Gaster loves magic, and gets high marks for his skill in magical courses. Unfortunately, his undying passion and eccentric outfits lead him to get bullied often, with older kids tripping him up and stepping on his cloak.

-But worry not! Aster and Ink are always there to lend the poor goop a hand!

-Gaster and Aster have friendship bracelets that Gaster wove by hand.

3. Eww, Gypsy Sport

Okay, I don’t pretend to know a lot about fashion, but I feel pretty confident in saying that Gypsy Sport is the ugliest brand we’ve ever seen on Top Model. What the hell is this trash they’re calling clothing? When even Kellyanne Conway’s patriotic outfit is less ridiculous than Tatiana’s, we’ve got a problem.

It may look inexpensive, but this stuff ain’t cheap, either. I suspect it’s a brand that exists so that wealthy people can say, “I’m so rich that I can afford to blow money on clothes that are this hideous.” L-O-L @ excess!

Cody wear an unbelievably dowdy hat, not that you’d even notice with your eyes being drawn to Cody’s fringe-covered bust line. The fringe on these outfits looks even worse than the fringe dresses made of human hair!

(Remember: the judges liked this photo.)

Courtney looks like she purchased an oversized tank from a children’s science museum.

In watching the girls commercials, Law takes some to task for serving “back-to-school commercial” rather than high fashion. Uh, what kind of vibe are they expected to offer in these outfits? Eccentric child whose parents let her pick out her own clothing at least is a somewhat believable narrative. Are we supposed to believe Paige is a grown woman dressed like this?

For goodness sakes, she has a ripcord dangling from her butt.

Meanwhile, Marissa is the first person who actually puts the SPORT in Gypsy Sport. She could pass for a tennis player… that has to immediately leave the court to get to her part-time job as a french maid.

Speaking of French, CoryAnne’s top is really reminiscent of a French flag, right? Wait, even more strongly she resembles one of those old clown dolls. (But I suppose all models have doll doppelgängers.) I guess that makes her a French clown. Or would that just be considered a mime? I’m sure she’d be okay with that, since then she wouldn’t have to talk to people she’s too cute to waste her time on.

Not all of the looks are bad. Binta has possibly never looked better… because they draped fringe over her face. Despite doing horribly at the choreography, the panel probably had no choice but to keep Binta this week because they had no way to judge her facial expressions under that.

Then there’s India who the judges didn’t initially think could pull off “Gypsy Sport girl.” Can anyone pull off these looks, though? I’d probably have more confidence in her as a model if they didn’t ultimately find her so believable as a free-spirited hobo.

The only compliment I can pay to Gypsy Sport is that it bills itself as a unisex brand, which is super cool. Here are some men wearing the same items we saw the ANTM ladies wear:

While it’s true that Gypsy Sport looks equally bad on both genders, I’m not sure that’s what unisex clothing should aspire to.

5 Funniest Moments of America’s Next Top Model Cycle 23 Ep. 7

Fashionista pt 2

Special thanks to @sshmee for the fashion puns.

pt 1

It was just before sunset. Chat Noir was waiting on the roof of Notre Dame waiting to rendezvous with Ladybug for their evening patrol. But judging by how many bells were tolling to signify the hour, she was running late. It wasn’t something uncommon tho. She had mentioned before she’d had a summer job that may run late some days. So he waited patiently, his only company the gargoyles.

He had looked at his phone to see if there were any messages from his lady, when he heard some ruckus in a nearby park. He gave a shot at calling Ladybug, but with no avail.

“Well, milady will just have to catch up then!” And swung down on his staff to find out what all the commotion was.

He found it was a new akuma, one rather interesting looking. She looked like a miss matched ragdoll, with stitches running up and down any exposed skin. Her outfit a dark green cloak with oversized sleeves, and black high heeled boots. She also had a round bag which seemed to carry sewing or craft supplies. He looked around to see what damage this akuma was capable of. Looked like she was turning Parisians into mannequins, dressed with eccentric outfits. Except Chloe, he noted she was dressed in a potato sack on her mannequin, which had a deep scowl.

“Looks like I need to button up for this fight, until Ladybug arrives.c he said with a smirk.

The akuma turned to him with a scowl. “DON’T expect any backup this time around, kitty cat. You’re in this fight alone.”

Chat Noir jerked in recognition. “Marinette?” He looked into the blue eyes of the akuma. They were the same as those of his classmates.

The akuma rolled her eyes, brushing one dark braided pigtail aside. “I am The Fashionista. Not ‘Marinette.’” She quipped.

Chat still persisted. “Marinette? What’s wrong? Did something happen with my-at work?” He carefully approached, holding his baton lowly, at the ready if she decided to throw something at him. Then he remembered what she said. “And what did you mean by me fighting alone? Ladybug will be here any minute.”

That seemed to upset Marinette’s akuma more. “Your wrong! Ladybug isn’t coming to save Paris anymore!” She screamed, And threw giant knitting needles at him.

He knocked them both away effortlessly. What she was saying disturbed him greatly, but as he dodged her attacks there was 2 things he noticed about her. There were tears streaming from her eyes, and there was something red along the side of her face. He had to get a closer look. He took a run to her and the Fashionista smirked pulling out a large knitting needles. But at the last second he used his staff to pole vault over her, and then trap her in a bear hug.

“You’ve had me on pins and needles this fight, Princess. Especially with that comment. What do you mean by that? That Ladybug won’t be coming?”

Grunting Marinette struggled in his grip. Turning her head to look at him, she said “Give me your miraculous and you’ll find out. ”

At the angle she was giving him, Chat Noir noticed what the off putting Shiney red was. Her earlobe was bleeding. He pulled back in shock, but still kept his arms around her, “Marinette, what happened to your ear!?” He asked.

But instead of an answer, she snapped her fingers. Chat Noir felt his arms pulled from around the akuma by a pair of mannequins. The Fashionista turned around with a smirk, filled with anger… and sadness. He noted the tears threatening to spill. But the look she had in her eyes behind those tears. They were familiar in a way. But he had no time to think about why. He called out a cataclysm, and felt the power of corrosion in his fingertips. He clenched his fist.

“Now now, kitty-cat what are you going to do with that? Surely not use it on these helpless people?”

Granted, Chat forgot the dummies were people, but he’d had another thought. He kept his hand in a fist and tugged against the mannequin.

Another mannequins brought over a fallen tree branch, while the Fashionista gently took his right hand. “Now let’s just dispell that so I can get what I came here for. Right mon petite chatton?”

He had only a second to act. “Sorry to cut this short, my lady, as much as I don’t want a free akuma flying round, I’d rather have you back instead.” And ripped his hand forward touching the bag at her side. As he hoped, the bag disintegrated freeing the black butterfly from its depths. As it flew, the mannequins froze and the colorful outfit Marinette wore faded in a cloud of black smoke.

Marinette stumbled on her feet, but Chat caught her against his chest. “Are you OK, Princess?”

Marinette looked around bewildered a moment before looking up at Chat Noir. He noted that the tears were still there, quietly streaming down her face. “Marinette? What’s wrong?”

She pushed back from him, he let her, but still reached out to comfort her. She shook her head. What’s wrong? That was a loaded question. How could she answer. Her ear gave a throb and she reached for it. Suddenly remembering the fight. How Hawkmoth tor one earing from her viciously, breaking her transformation. Then threatening Tikki if she didnt hand over the other. Then taking advantage of her anger akumatizing her.

She suddenly couldn’t breath, and Chat caught her before she fell. He guided her to a nearby bench, away from the living mannequins.

“Marinette, please tell me. What happened? At work; to your ear? You can trust me.” He gave her a genuine smile.

“It’s a long story, but I think you should know. I found out that Hawkmoth is Gabriel Agreste, and he has my Miraculous.”

Chat sat stunned, his green eyes wide in surprise. His father, Hawkmoth?

“I’m sorry that your partner is just a clumsy highchooler who can’t even protect her miraculous. ” the tears started flowing again. Chat put a hand on her shoulder giving her a warm smile.

“I’m not too surprised you’re Ladybug. I actually figured that out halfway thru the fight. If anything I’m grateful that my lady is such a sweet person!” He suddenly got a serious look on his face. “It’s the identity of Hawkmoth that caught me off guard.” His ring gave warning. There was only one pad left.

“Your should go-”

“No chance!” He gave a smirk. “I’m not leaving your side one second. I had to let your akuma free, and that means it can come back. And until we can get your miraculous back, I’m going to protect you at all times. Even as my normal self.” He gave a cocky pose, just as his transformation faded.

It was Marinette’s turn to be shocked as in his place was none other than Adrien Agreste. He turned and gave a determined look, still talking in the confidence that was her partner. “I promise we will get your miraculous back, Marinette, and I swear to you. I had no idea that my father was Hawkmoth.”

Marinette looked back and forth between him and the small cat creature, who was his kwami. She shook off her surprise. “Don’t worry, I believe you.”

He escorted Marinette home, Marinette quietly avoiding looking at the mannequins around Paris. After dropping her off at her front door, just minutes later he was on her balcony. They had to plan. And, he was going to do whatever it took to make sure Marinette’s akuma didn’t come back till they were ready. But they knew they had to act fast. And getting those earrings back were the number one priority.

The Blue Sect Arc: A Possible Bravat & UT vs Ciel & Seb Conflict

[Theory entirely written by @wondrouswatchdog and @midnight-in-town.]

Warnings: Spoilers for ch110 and very long post.

Even with only having been in two chapters so far, Bravat has made his himself known as a central figure in the upcoming Blue Sect arc. Just alone with his eccentric outfit, tattoos, and never-fading glow on his face, the man stands out. However, what really captivates readers is Bravat’s supposed ability to see into the future and most recently, the ability to tell that Sebastian is anything but human.

This brings us to the biggest question: are Bravat’s abilities true, or is he just a highly perceptive charlatan looking for power amongst the Blue Sect people? In our opinion, Bravat definitely has something supernatural backing up his observations, and there are two options for that:

1.Bravat is human but of close acquaintance of Undertaker

2.Bravat is partially supernatural and of direct relation to Undertaker

Both of these would be important to the plot because in our idea, the two would be working together for a common goal concerning to fate of Sebastian and Ciel.

1) Who and What is Bravat?

Let’s first look at the given information that demonstrates the possible connection between Bravat and Undertaker, no matter which stance is taken.

There is a peculiar name on the lockets which Undertaker calls “his treasure.” Besides Claudia Phantomhive, it was the only name blatantly shown and legible, as seen here in chapter 64:

As well as chapter 85:

The name states “Alex B.” Our theory is that the “B” could stand for Bravat. The swirls from the hair closely match the swirls on the watermark in chapter 109, which seem to be a large symbol in this new Blue Sect arc which revolves around Bravat:

If these connections prove to be true, then Bravat must know Undertaker. Why else would Yana purposely make that name on the locket stand out unless if she was planning on using it in the plot? In fact, whenever we see Claudia’s name, we can see Alex’s as well. We’ve seen a lot of the plot connect to Undertaker’s shenanigans lately, so it makes sense that this next arc would have a direct relation to his goal through Bravat’s actions as well. 

Alex B died in 1854. If she was Bravat’s mother, then the youngest he could be would be 35-36. However, she could also be a grandmother who Undertaker woud have known, putting her at the same age and time of Claudia. Undertaker has most likely always been attracted (and this can mean platonically or romantically) to unique people. 

Claudia was the watchdog, which set her apart from “regular women” for being in such a rigorous position in the world as she also balanced a life as an upper class woman. Alex B could have been interested in astrology as well, giving people “happiness,” even if it was through lies (assuming no human could actually see into the future).

Apart from the name, one obvious similarity to Undertaker is that Bravat has a braid. This is the same sort of connection that others have made with Vincent having an earring, since Undertaker wears a lot of jewelry. Again, these similarities could be through acquaintanceship or familial ties.


Now for the specifics in option number one: Bravat is a direct descendant of Undertaker.

There are many reasons as to why he may not be completely human, but what makes him stand out as supernatural is his ability to notice Sebastian not being human. One possible explanation of this theory could be Bravat being partially Shinigami, as indicated by his eyes :

There are two distinct irises, as seen with Shinigamis. For instance, here are Undertaker’s eyes:

Eyes are an important aspect in Kuroshitsuji recurring themes. The contract alone indicates this by being engraved on Ciel’s right eye. After all, the expression is that “the eyes are the window to the soul.”

Bravat’s eyes are not always like above, though. It’s clear here that he has a singular color sometimes too:

This would serve to show that Bravat isn’t entirely Shinigami, and only a descendant of one. Depending on his actions and his purpose, the Shinigami side of him could “activate.” It’s possible that he could be aware of this and choose when he wants to use his embedded supernatural abilities, though some of it such as sensing Sebastian’s true being could be automatic as well.

Speaking of Bravat’s supernatural eyes, another popular theory in the fandom on the Undertaker is that he possibly also has genetic ties to the Phantomhive family. Coincidentally, two members of this family, Ciel Phantomhive and Frances Midford, also showed singularities similar to Bravat’s seemingly sharp sight.

While we’re accustomed to Frances’ particular dislike of Sebastian and his “nasty face” (see the explanation here), it’s been rather recent for Ciel’s character.

The first time happened in Germany during the last arc when Ciel spotted two Shinigamis, even though they were hiding themselves from human eyes (ch103), and it’s also the first time the possibility of a strange lineage for the Phantomhives was brought up.

More recently in chapter 108, there was a moment emphasized by Yana-sensei where Ciel stared at Sebastian’s face for a short moment and for no apparent reason since he didn’t give any explanation.

This little moment is strangely similar to the introduction of Ciel’s aunt, Frances, in chapter 14 when she claims her dislike for his “nasty face” for the very first time.

Of course, considering we believe that Alex B’s locket is as much a link between Bravat and the Undertaker as Claudia P’s locket is for the Undertaker and Ciel, if these two Phantomhives have strange eyesight moments that are commonly theorized as being related to their Shinigami genes, then perhaps Bravat’s similar moment is connected to the same reason.
  
Bravat seemingly noticed something big about Sebastian in ch110 (and possibly about Ciel too, if he also noticed their contract) the same way Ciel’s aunt was able to “recognize” him during the Weston arc, even though he was “disguised” and at a reasonable distance from her.

We think the strange lineage mentioned in ch103 by the Shinigamis most definitely plays a role when it comes to Ciel and his aunt, but it’s also interesting to note that when the Undertaker paid him a night visit in ch108, whatever he made Ciel drink did this as a result…

And we will also remind you that Ciel’s seal of the contract somehow was placed on his eye. Coincidence…? Maybe or maybe not. However, Ciel’s strange moments in ch103 and 108 most definitely established a link with Bravat’s character and his own strange eyes showed in ch110.

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Luna Lovegood had sunny hair and mid morning eyes.

She was a little girl who liked to believe in wonders, because life was kind of wonderful and she saw that, although most people didn’t.

She would dance around in the fields, the summer before her first school year, chasing nargles and looking at the stars, and wondering what else was waiting to be discovered by her.

She was sorted into Ravenclaw because she was creative, and smart, and bizarre and unique. She was made of hope and strangeness and midnight thoughts and colourful gifts. She was friendship and new inventions and thoughtful smiles and brightness.

The other kids would steal her stuff, and call her names, because she was different and they couldn’t understand.

Crazy Luna, weird Luna, Loony Luna.

And yet, she was wiser than they thought, Loony Luna with the eccentric outfit and the wild hair.

She saw things nobody dared to imagine, the treasures hidden in this rare, and huge, and amazing universe. She was the one who trusted magic in a magical world.

Luna Lovegood was a little girl who liked to believe in wonders, and became a wonder herself.