That's kinda funny that I used to follow you only for HP (and for YOU'RE gorgeous style, that also an important point) because now I have more feelings for Remington than for any other character, honestly.
Designs for Royal!Haikyuu Charms! I hope to get them in time for SacAnime Summer 2015. ^Q^ I have an unhealthy addiction to the HQ!! babies in royal garments but this is probably the only time I’ve drawn HQ!! merch with them wearing their uniforms lmfao.
Def you broke Jeremy. Do you have any regrets? Michael is worried out of his mind, and Squip can't handle a baby and you are just sitting there doing nothing, you won't let Squip even take a sample of his hair, for god's sake wtf is wrong with you?! You ruined his life you worthless piece of software, you should have let the Squip do his job and make things right.
Sounds of crackling electricity fill the air. The defect is in need of a reboot.
can u maybe.. draw marco... w/ pastel hair... if u want ofc! it'd be v much appreciated. thank u in advance! also ur art is super gr8. if you happen to do the request feel free to even change the hair style! tysm
shit… i read the ask wrong i thought u just said all pastel marcoooohh….. my bad <3 ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Sleepy Heroes- What if Chat and Ladybug were too asleep to remember to detransform?
The akuma that morning had taken four hours to defeat. By the time we defeated it school was about to start. We both left in our separate directions, and I landed behind the school to detransform and ran to class. I fell into my seat and put my head down on the desk.
I felt Alta stiffen next to me, and I saw Adrien freeze in the doorway. Mme Bustier called my name out from the board and I raised my hand, keeping my head down on the desk. I felt someone tap my shoulder, and when I looked up Adrien was standing next to me.
He held out his hand. “Do you want to go outside to change, Ladybug?” He asked, staring at me. I suddenly woke up at the sound of my alter-ego’s name. I looked down at my hands and squeaked. I had never actually detransformed before I went into the school. I took Adrien’s hand and walked out of the classroom. We walked down the hall until we found an empty classroom.
“Spots off.” I said, and Tikki fell into my hands, exhausted. “I guess my identity’s blown now. Just don’t tell anyone else. I’m going to have to come up with some story to tell the class for why Ladybug was in our class instead of me.”
Adrien grabbed and hugged me, and I heard something squeak inside his shirt. “My Lady, I think the whole class figured it out. You weren’t exactly subtle.”
I shoved him away. “‘My Lady?’ Who do you think you “ I stopped and stared at Adrien, who was blushing and staring at his feet. “You’re Chat Noir aren’t you?”
He cheekily grinned at me and bowed in an over exaggerated way that only Chat would ever do. “At your service My Lady.”
“Okay, well, ummm…” He wrapped his arms around me awkwardly as I continued to fumble to use any words.
“No, none of that stuttering. I’ve literally seen every side of you. There’s nothing to worry about.” I leaned into him, hugging him hard. Chat-Adrien always knew what to say to diffuse my anxiety. “Do you want to go to class or back home?”
“Class. I need some semblance of normalcy, and time before I deal with my parents.” I replied after a moment. “But I’m switching with Nino and you’re dealing with Chloe.” “You must be kitten me My Lady.” He said, trying to use his best kitten eyes. “You’re throwing me to Chloe?”
I laughed and we both walked back to class arm in arm.
I looked over to Nino to say good morning and he was staring at me. I turned around and saw Alya filming me with a wicked grin, and Marinette who looked somewhere between exasperated and confused.
Mme Bustier called my name and I raised my hand. The whole class was staring at me now, even Mme Bustier.
“What’s wrong? Is my hair or makeup messed up or something?” I poked Nino, who was still silently staring at me with his mouth hanging open.
“Look at your hand.” Marinette said, her voice solid. I raised my hand to my face and flew out of my seat and out the door. I stopped only when I had reached the top of the Eiffel Tower, a place where I figured no-one would be able to find me. I must have caused a small panic on my way over, but I didn’t really care. All I cared about was that now my whole class knows my identity, and that My Lady’s probably going to be really mad at me.
I sat down on the steps and just stared at nothing, zoning out so much that I didn’t notice when someone landed behind me until her hand was on my shoulder.
“Kitty, why did you do that?” She asked. I put my head in my hands and groaned. The news must be spreading like wildfire because of Alya.
“The news must be spreading if you know.” I said. There was a flash of pink behind me, and I turned around to see Marinette standing behind me.
“The news actually isn’t spreading. I transformed in the front of the class and told everyone to stay silent, and then came after you. So I guess you aren’t the only one with the blown identity.” She was definitely blushing now, but why? “Alya’s gonna kill me for not noticing this before.” “Noticing what?”
“Oh, nothing. Just the fact that the boy I’ve had the biggest crush on for a year has also been flirting with me for a year! Are you really that oblivious? The whole class knows.” She stared down to her feet.
“We’re both stupid.” I concluded. “We’ve been sitting in front of each other for an entire year and we never noticed.”
‘If you want stupid you should start with the fact that you forgot to detransform before coming into the classroom. It’s not like we can make the whole class forget about either of us. We’re going to have to tell our parents at this rate.” Marinette tried to look down her nose at me, but ended up looking more at my chest than anything else.
“I can’t.” I put my head in my hands. “I can’t tell my father. I have no idea what he would do. He might even take away Plagg.” I started petting Plagg’s head. In a rare moment of comfort he bent up to my hand and purred.
“You’re father will be fine.” Marinette said, leaning on my shoulder and dangling her feet over the edge. “We’ll deal with him together. That’s a Ladybug promise.”
“Ladybug? I don’t see her.” I pantomimed searching and Marinette whacked my shoulder.
She stood up and transformed, and waved for me to follow her. She looked over the city, and I fell in love with her all over again.
“We need to get back to school, at least to do damage control. Are you ready to go back?”
“As long as I get to be by your side it’ll be purrfect.” I snuggled into her shoulder and she pulled away, throwing out her yoyo.
“Catch me if you can Chaton!”
I whooped and followed her, the way I always have and always will.
Bokuroo- Kuroo just being really sweet and trying to cheer up his sad boyfriend
Tetsurou finds Bokuto huddled in his blanket and hiding against the wall behind his bed, only the top of his head poking out from his little nest. Even his hair is droopy.
He doesn’t ask what’s wrong. Instead, he makes a beeline for the kitchen. He finds their almost-empty tub of ice cream, some cornflakes, and a pack of gummy bears that Kenma left behind last time he visited. He grabs a bottle of water for good measure.
When he returns, Bokuto has fallen over onto his side, and there’s now a soft whine coming from the blanket. Tetsurou frowns, setting down the food on the floor. He hates it when Bokuto retreats like this, because it makes his own chest ache, and all he wants is for Bokuto to be laughing that stupid, boisterous laugh again.
“Hey, Bo,” he says, laying a hand on the Bokuto-shaped blanket. “You wanna talk about it?”
There’s a little wiggle, which Tetsurou takes as a no. He picks up the ice cream.
“How about comfort food?”
There’s a pause, and then an eye peeks out. “Ice cream?”
“Yup. And cereal. And gummy bears, too.”
Eventually, most of Bokuto makes it out of the blanket. They get crumbs all over the floor, but Tetsurou knows where the vacuum cleaner is. He even has an idea how to use it. What’s most important is Bokuto leaning against his side, hair drooping but the frown slowly fading as they talk about nothing in particular.
By the time the ice cream is gone and half the gummy bears tossed at each other, Bokuto’s wearing a small smile. It’s nowhere near as bright as his usual grin, but it’s genuine. Tetsurou will take it.
“Hey, Bo.” He waits until Bokuto looks at him. Tetsurou reaches over, tugs Bokuto against him until he can hook his chin over Bokuto’s head. “You’re alright, ‘kay? You’re gonna be alright.”
There’s a suspicious sniffle, but Bokuto is hugging back, and that’s all that matters.