first normal picture in a while

My world

I was raised to be daddy fuck toy. Daddy always knew he wanted a daughter to fuck and breed. So he found a slutty teen and paid her to knock her up have me. It’s only been me and daddy since. I’ve always been told that I was made to fit daddy’s cock. My home schooling included subjects not in normal schools. How to suck daddy’s cock and swallow. Homework was done in bed while watching porn. Finally I couldn’t take it anymore and I climbed on daddy’s cock and fucked him when I was 10. Daddy said he was so proud of me for taking all of his cock the first time.

I love my life. I have the best daddy in the world that loves me so much. I live in a small gated community of all daddy’s and daughters. Oh and my profile pictures are really me. Check back for more if you like…….

ignorance-stalks-me-side  asked:

Hello! I was wondering how you do the technique combining your traditional sketches with your digital coloring, but keeping the sketch intact, leaving this aesthetically pleasing vibrant look to it. I was just curious

first things first i use Firealpaca for digital art, but i think this works for really anything with a multiply tool! 

SO first you get the picture of your traditional sketch opened up.
lighten the page while keeping the lines good n crispy with whatever your program can do that with if the lighting is wonky:

set the blending to Multiply on that layer

UNDER it, color on a normal layer! 

layers set to ‘overlay’ OVER the sketch layer gives brighter colors, but sometimes too bright so play with opacity until it’s just right. you can do multiple layers of that so things can be different brightnesses. same goes for the base layers under the multiplied layer

hope that helped!! 

So yesterday in Genetics lecture, we learned about something called “incomplete penetrance”.  Basically, it’s when not all individuals with a certain allele display that trait, even if logic says they should.  Normally I don’t share my class notes with the Internet because frankly I doubt anyone wants to see them.  But the example our professor gave us was polydactyly.  Naturally, when he explained this and showed us a picture, my first thought was:

Let me explain why I’m bringing this up.

I just sort of assumed that Ford had six fingers due to an in utero mutation (a spontaneous mutation of an embryo while it’s still developing), because polydactyly, or having additional phalanges, is a dominant trait.  If a child has it, one of their parents does too.  Like inheriting brown vs blue eyes.  But it turns out that polydactyly isn’t that simple.

In order to be a polydactyl, you need at least one copy of the dominant allele (let’s call it “P”; the recessive allele is “p”).  If you have extra fingers you either have two copies (PP) or one copy (Pp).  If you have no copies (pp), you have five fingers on each hand.  However, only about 3/5 of people with either PP or Pp actually have extra phalanges.  Roughly 2/5 of people with PP or Pp have the normal number of fingers.

I promise I have a point.

And here it is: Most of us have been assuming that Stan and Ford are fraternal, rather than identical, twins.  This is not just because of the whole “polydactyly” thing but also because of this: 

Ford has a cleft chin, Stan doesn’t.  Now, my first thought was “okay but Stan could have a cleft chin, it could just be understated for the sake of simplicity, or telling them apart”.  But after a bit of research, I found something out.  A cleft chin is like polydactyly: it’s the dominant trait, but has incomplete penetrance.

The two things that everyone thought meant they weren’t identical have no meaning.  They could still be identical genetically, it was just some weird twist of fate that made them appear to be fraternal.  And if they are identical after all?

Ford isn’t the only anomaly.  

In incomplete penetrance, only a minority of people with a dominant allele do not display the dominant trait.  Stan is a part of that minority.  Ford is weird as hell (that kind of post-axial polydactyly is rare on one hand, let alone two), and from a scientific standpoint, so is Stan.  Not displaying a dominant trait when you have the dominant allele is abnormal.

They’re even more alike than they realize.

anonymous asked:

I love hospital Patroclus! Do you have nay more headcannons about that? Like what position he holds, how he deals with being away from achilles for long stretches, etc.

  • Patroclus is an amazing doctor. He has done a lot of work with various positions. He did a long stint in the ER, but decided instead to spend more time with kids and became a pediatrician.
  • He does a really good job with kids who are dealing with serious medical diagnoses because he treats them like adults, and yet also manages to find ways to make them feel like normal kids every once in awhile. 
  • He has pictures that kids have drawn for him attached to his fridge. 
  • Achilles will sometimes come and play with the kids while he waits for Patroclus to get off work, and he’s one of the favorites around the hospital because he is really tough and can make Patroclus embarrassed, which isn’t easy. 
  • It was a difficult adjustment at first for Patroclus and Achilles when Patroclus had long stretches at the hospital, especially when he worked long nights in the ER. It is part of the reason he decided to go back to school and become a pediatrician, but he was also just running himself ragged in general. 
  • Achilles makes Patroclus his lunch/dinner and leaves little sticky notes in there. 
  • They make sure they make time at least once a week to go for a walk in the nearby park and talk about their week. Sometimes it’s at three in the morning because of the Patroclus’ weird schedule, but there is a 24 hour diner that is open, and they hold hands so Achilles feels safe. 
  • They miss each other sometimes, but they make it work. They talk about how they are feeling, and Patroclus feels fulfilled at his job, which brings Achilles so much joy to see him secure in a place that makes him feel happy. 

anonymous asked:

what bts is like while sexting? 😳😳😳🙈🙈🙈 (tbh i bet like half of them are terrible and just say "damn babe" and "&& then wat?" - looking at u kook)

ok so i was a bit confused n didnt want to disappoint u bc i feel like some members would sext pics and some with words so i just went w that, u know, bc yeah ;-;


Can’t talk dirty to save his life. Will send pics instead. I picture him sending you a normal selfie first, with the caption “are you busy?” If you say no then he’ll follow up with another one, one that says “are you alone?” (at this point u know where this is going). When you say you’re alone he sends a shirtless gym selfie that just says “i was at the gym today. do you think my work’s been paying off?” You’ll say yes (he’s Swol why wouldn’t you?) and then, finally, after hyping himself up for 10 minutes, he comes at you with something stupid like “ok… can i see if your work has been paying off too?  😳 😳 😳”


Lowkey a fuckboy. It’s 1 am and he sends you a stupid selfie of him with his tongue out. Caption: “Send something to make me happy.” You send him a meme and he sends back “😒 you’re not funny, send pics” So you send a selfie first, a kinda ugli one with u in your jammies. “i see those stupid emoji pajamas all the time” “then what do you want” “how do i say show me your tits but, like, nicely” (don’t get mad at me i feel like yoongi is a bit crass ;-;) So you send him the pics he wants and at this point I feel like he’d starting telling you things like what he wants to do to you, what he wants to see next. ;-; 


Highkey shy asking for this. Doesn’t even outright ask for nudes. “i want to see you  😩” is a text you get kind of out of nowhere. a bit unaware, you reply with a normal, boring selfie. “you’re so cute >.< i might wanna see a bit more tho >.<” “oh my god hobi you’re asking for nudes” “OK NVM YOU DONT HAVE TO …” (he’s gonna be really coy about it) and he wouldn’t have you send pics without sending some in return, he’s a good egg


Direct. “this is a bit inappropriate and i’m sorry if you’re busy but i’ve been thinking about how great your ass looks lately and i’d like to see it, maybe?”  (in this scenario u have a nice juicy 🍑 ass) 


A tried and true tactic. He sends a pic of his dick and says “now you ;)”


Actually talks dirty. Is filthy. I don’t even want to quote what I think he’d say. he’d start things out talking about your day … “i spent all day thinking about you. when i was in the shower i thought about you. i was laying down but then i started thinking about you. of course thinking wasn’t all that i did,” jesus by the time he’s done you’re going to wish he was there to do what he said he would


Jungkook is … young. He’s going to look up “how to ask girlfriend for nudes” and go off of what he sees. (i looked it up and the first result contains “hey bby send nudes pls k thnx”) but i think eventually he’s going to just be like “i’ll show u mine if you show me urs!!” because he genuinely thinks that’s a good technique. then when you send them he’s like “damn babe  🙊 🙊 😝 u know what to show me now tho  🐱” 

FAHC Ryan origin

In this city, all people care about is money. No one cares how they get it. Cops are crooked, business men make deals with mobsters. The wealthy hire hitmen, and the poor…well, it’s kill or be killed.

Ryan is nineteen when he first finds himself spray painting his name on a “for hire” wall in the middle of the city. It’s only a week before he gets his first client: a rich snob who wants his business partner out of the picture.

When he slits the man’s throat, his blood sings with adrenaline, and he wants more.

By his twenty fifth birthday, he’s one of the most well-known hitmen in the city. He wears a mask while he works. Cops can be bribed, but it’s easier to avoid them to the best of his abilities. No one’s ever seen what he looks like. His normal features become his mask.

Which is why he’s shocked when a tall man with an impressive moustache sits across from him one day in his favourite coffee shop. It’s a simple “I want you to join my crew”, but it’s enough to confuse him. Never mind how this man knew who he was, he never takes crew work. He works alone. He starts to tell the man this, but before he can say a word, the man places a large stack of bills on the table.

“The name’s Ramsey, and you could be making this much and more every week with us.”

It hadn’t taken much more convincing after that.

It was a small crew, by all standards. Only seven people including Ramsey (who he later learned to call Geoff). He was introduced to them in a small townhouse that functioned as a sort of home base for the crew. Jack, as she introduced herself, was Geoff’s second in command. She was a nurse, years ago, and she had stitched her fair share of bullet wounds in the past. She was kind and motherly, something that was rare in this line of work. Ryan had no trouble believing that she could be ruthless when she needed to be.

Gavin and Michael were complete opposites from each other, yet they seemed to be inseparable. Gavin was the negotiator. He was bright smiles and gold jewelry. Michael, on the other hand, was an expert in explosives. He had a fire in his eyes and a scowl on his lips. Eventually, he learned that Gavin had met Jack and Robert when he was only 12. They had taken him in off of the streets after he ran away from his abusive father. They had practically raised him from then on.

By just looking at them, you’d never have guessed that Jeremy and Matt were in the business. They were kids, maybe twenty at the oldest. They were in charge of hacking and collecting intel on both clients and rivals. They were geniuses, and had known each other since childhood.

And then there was Ray, who barely looked up from the video game he was playing when James walked in the room. He was a sniper. Calm and reclusive. He was something different, with his hot pink rifle and thick rimmed glasses. Unlike the others, Ray didn’t treat Ryan with caution, as if he were a bomb that could go off at any minute. He treated him like he treated the rest of the crew. He made lame puns and threw snacks at him during meetings. Ryan took and instant liking to him.

They were a bunch of misfits. Separate, they were as different as could be, yet together they made a family.


i don’t normally post things like this here but these gdrawings i made while trying to explain jojo’s overall plot to to a friend during a skype call crack me tf up every time i see them on my screen

anonymous asked:

Orange, when you moved out, how did you get used to sleeping in a new bed? I'm having trouble sleeping and it's my first night away from home in a while 😩

Tbh the first week or two I was depressed cuz i dont do well with big change and I missed my old bed and room. Everything was just different. But I figured out different doesn’t have to mean bad. I think picturing yourself doing normal activities in the new bed/place helps normalize it. The more time you spend there the quicker the adjustment happens. My mattress is a pos tho that I can carry around with one hand and it gave me neck problems so I’ve literally slept on the couch every night for like 3 or 4 months I believe.

I think it’ll just take a little bit of time to get used to but you’ll be fine. I promise you that. I hope your night goes well and you still get some sleep!

gleefully-macabre  asked:

Give me Perc'ahlia in your Modern AU Headcanon.

Who said “I love you” first:

Vex, and if we’re doing au it’s still probably a time when Percy couldn’t hear her/ she thought he couldn’t hear her. 

It takes a while before they say it to each other… but then I still think Vex does it first.

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background:

Vex has Percy but only because Percy happened to be in the frame with Trinket when she took that picture.

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror:

Vex as well, usually just a heart and a bear smiley face (which is a normal smiley with little ears)

Who buys the other cheesy gifts:

Neither. They’re too classy for that.

Who initiated the first kiss:

Going with canon here and saying, after all the Vex-initiated cheek-kisses, Percy was the one to give her the first explicitly romantic kiss.

Who kisses the other awake in the morning:

Vex, who is always up first. 

Who starts tickle fights:

Percy, who is not ticklish at all. Vex finds this very unfair.

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower


Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch:

Percy. And it’s like good lunch too. Gourmet shit. Complete with her favorite coffee order and, like, a single fucking rose because Percival de Rolo is Extra as shit. 

Who was nervous and shy on the first date:

BOTH OF THEM. But more noticeably, Vex.

Who kills/takes out the spiders:

Vex keeps Percy from killing them and takes them out. But really, Trinket eats most of them so it’s kind of a non-issue.

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk:

PERCY. Oh Lord, Percy will not shut up about how much he loves Vex when he’s drunk. Percy will turn to complete strangers and be like “Do you see this beautiful creature right here? Isn’t she divine? She LOVES me, man. I can’t fucking believe it.” 



This is the difference that 3 years, a loving relationship and a renewed dedication to my health looks like! In the first picture I was 21, and weighed 248 pounds. I am 5 foot 2, and while my blood pressure/sugar was abnormally normal for my size and weight I was dangerously close to hypertension and open-sore lesions on my feet and legs due to diminished circulation.

The second picture I took just now, at 25 years old and 188 pounds. I have extra skin, and I will never have a tight tummy, but I know that this body is healthier and I can love it no matter what it looks like, because it is me. The only me I have.


Queen Of The Potties

Here it is, I managed to make a picture video for another one of mine & Tina’s recordings in 2013, cuz for the first one I animated it in Flash. Now I sorta don’t have time to animate a full video :(

I sorta like the contrast between the Potty Queen & Banana Stasher here, the cold blue vs warm yellow, their toilet & banana aesthetics, while The Cat looks just like a normal cat. Its looks is actually based on the cat that always comes in my house every morning.

And since we were high ourselves back then (probably on medication) only at the last minute I realized that the Potty Queen’s similar to the Red Queen from Alice in Wonderland, trying to “execute” the Banana Stasher which happens to also wear a hat. Kinda like the scene where they were gonna cut the Mad Hatter’s head off but then suddenly he got saved by the Cheshire Cat. Only in here The Cat has more of a Puss in Boots personality.

Previously: How To Grow A Cat


Phantom 💙

Angelus is extremely vain and loves his appearance in headspace, but he’s not confident or comfortable with the body. He gets so frustrated with how little the body looks like him. He rarely takes selfies. He also hasn’t been here for too long, so we haven’t accumulated many.

First picture is how he appears normally. The two bottom pictures are from the time he was allowed to borrow one of Ghost’s wigs. Even though his hair is much paler, he was excited to look even remotely like himself. He also has contacts in that, again, while not a match, are close enough and much loved. It was a really happy day for him.


BTS Seeing a Special Someone GIF Reaction

BTS GIF Reaction to their best friend surprising them at a signing, even though ARMY and BigHit knew about it.

Requested: yes

The seven boys sat at the long table signing the albums and pictures for their fans one by one. It was like every normal fansign. Sign, chat, pass. Sign, chat, pass. ARMY began snickering quite a bit at Rapmon’s shocked expression when the rest had noticed her. Y/N. She was only Jimin’s childhood friend at first, but the entire group had met her once and they all adored her.

Rapmon would be pleasantly surprised, but maybe a little out of it while trying to decided if it’s actually you or not.

Jin would go on and on about how much you’ve changed and how great your new hair color looks. 

this. boy. would. not. stop. screeching. seriously though, Hosek would be so excited to see you again after such a long time! 

Suga would just be smiling and would totally snap a selfie with you two together. look at this little squish thou ugGhH.

Jimin would be very excited to see you and most likely yell your name when he saw you in front of him just to make sure it was his favourite Y/N.

so. many. hugss!

Jungkook would probably be a little out of it, not fully believing you were there. also have you seen him around girls, boi calm down you got thiss.

thank you for requesting anon, this request was a great part of my night and i loved it.
~Admin Ballantyne~

“Don’t Come Back” (Adrinette Fanfic)

Disclaimer: I do not own “Miraculous Ladybug”. If I did, no way would this be in the show.

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Pairing: Adrinette

Rating: General


           This can’t be real. This can’t be real. This can’t be real.

           But it was.

           Marinette couldn’t take it anymore.

           When her alarm woke her up on a Saturday morning at 7 a.m., earlier than she would normally allow herself to wake up, everything was in motion. Marinette began by tearing down Adrien’s modeling posters she had bought along with the picture of the two of them smiling on their first date at the Louvre on her desk. When she turned on her computer, the bright pink wallpaper with scattered pictures of her boyfriend made Marinette’s eyes squint. Using every reserve of energy she has, Marinette forces the tears to not fall while her trembling hand manipulated the mouse to delete every picture she has of him. Including the wallpaper, which she changed to a simple blue background.

           For the rest of the morning, the young heroine made a dash around her clutter-filled room to either pack her personal belongings into boxes, sort the items that Adrien had given to her over the course of them dating, and other miscellaneous things that she could either give away or toss.

           What set this course of events off?

           Adrien, her best friend, beloved boyfriend, and most trusted partner, Chat Noir, had taken one too many hits for her. For the past week, he had been in the hospital because of an akuma attack that consisted of a frustrated martial artist who had been cheated out of a victory by a cheap trick set out by his longtime rival. The akuma victim had agility and power to match his anger, which in hindsight was very well understood. But Marinette wasn’t paying attention when the martial artist was going to deliver a round house kick to her back while she tried to clear out lingering pedestrians from the battle.

           Chat Noir did though. Just as she had cleared everyone away, Marinette suddenly found herself thrown towards the sidewalk and a loud cry of pain from her partner ringing in her ears. While she had gotten out safely and managed to cure the victim, Adrien wasn’t so lucky. The attack had connected to his stomach and an arm and a leg had been broken. According to the doctors (who had thankfully not seen his detransformation), Adrien wouldn’t be up and around for about a week at best.

           So during that week, Marinette had taken the painful process of trying to figure out what to do. In between visiting Adrien as often as she could between her schoolwork and patrols, she had been wracking her brain for possible solutions for this dangerous pattern.

           They couldn’t keep doing this. For the past year, it’s been on disaster after another. First, Adrien had sacrificed himself, literally getting himself KILLED, with Timebreaker. Then when Dark Cupid came around, he let himself get hit by an arrow, not knowing whether it was going to kill or curse him. And now this! At this rate, there was going to be no good news at all next time!

           It didn’t help that Marinette had spotted a black akuma trailing after them after she had let her Ladybug side down while Adrien somehow remained as Chat Noir. That meant only one thing. Hawkmoth was on their tails.

           That’s it. There’s not going to be a next time.

           “Marinette! You can’t do this!” Tikki cried for the millionth time as Marinette fingered her bracelet that Adrien had made for her when they visited the carnival. It was made out of a simple cord and alternating red and black beads with a little ladybug, kitty cat, and heart charm. It was also the night they had decided to seriously considered their life after (or if ever) Chat Noir and Ladybug weren’t needed.

           They had decided to stay together forever.

           What a naïve delusion.

           “Marinette! Please think about this!” Tikki shrieked as Marinette stuffed her pillows away into another big box. “You can’t just LEAVE like this! What about Adrien?!” Tears cascaded like jewels down the tiny red kwami’s face as she helplessly watched her companion pack up her things.

           “I’ve BEEN thinking about this Tikki.” Marinette mumbled, struggling to keep herself busy with duct tape and organizing her things. “Adrien, Hawkmoth, this mess, everything. I can’t let this go on.” Thrusting open another large empty box, Marinette began packing away her fabrics and various sewing materials. “Hawkmoth knows who Ladybug is and if I stay around Adrien any longer, he’s going to put two and two together. I’m not going to endanger him, my friends, or my family anymore. I’ve got to go.”

           Tikki’s sobs rang out louder as Marinette threw more pictures and mementos of Adrien onto her chaise. As the pile grew larger, the more obvious it was that Adrien was a huge part of her life. He was Marinette’s inspiration to keep working with fashion when she started to doubt her abilities and he was always more than willing to let himself be her own personal model even after a long hard day of modeling for his father’s company on top of patrol. Adrien never gave up on her even when she was about to give up on herself. He was everything she could have wanted and more.

           But she couldn’t afford to let herself weigh him down anymore. No more snide glares and comments from Chloe. No more disapprovals from Gabriel Agreste’s associates who made malicious comments of Gabriel using Adrien as a tool in order to groom a budding fashion designer. No more looking every which way during battle worrying about making sure that her boyfriend got home safely.

           Marinette had been so engrossed in her work that she hadn’t realized that the sun had already set. She had just thrown away the last piece of trash when a black silhouette playfully tapped on her bedroom window.

           It didn’t take a genius to figure out who was there. She had known that Adrien was getting out of the hospital today and that he had promised her yesterday that he was going to do a quick patrol around the city. He had even promised to stop by after he was done so that they could catch up and cuddle like they always did after patrols they had gone through together or separately.

           Tikki bowed her head sullenly as she perched down on Marinette’s now empty desk with the computer screen still on. Marinette tried to take five deep breaths before turning around and unlocking her large window so that her catty boyfriend could sneak in. She tried not to cry as he slunk in and hugged her from behind with a low purr that always made her heart flutter.

           “It’s great to finally see you again Princess.” Chat Noir purred as he snuggled into the back of Marinette’s neck like a spoiled kitten.

           Marinette tried to keep her voice light and cheerful as she giggled at her kitty’s cute antics. “Quit it alley cat.” She whispered, wary of her parents who were still up and clearing the kitchen. “We saw each other yesterday at the hospital.”

           Chat Noir only snuggled in further and tightened his grip as he continued purring. “Every second that I’m away from you sends me into a cat-strophic frenzy.” He trailed light kisses from the bottom of her neck to the top of her head while his cat tail swished back and forth contently. “How are you feeling?”

           “I can’t complain.” Marinette responded with what she hoped was a casual tone. She didn’t want to indulge in this wonderful warmth from her dear one. She didn’t want to put on a front with him, especially after they had just recently discovered each other’s identities. They had gone through too much together to just let there be another charade between them. Intentional or not.

           Marinette had just about prepared herself to break the news to Chat Noir when he surprised her with sweeping her off her feet and carrying her bridal style. She almost shrieked when he twirled them around the room as he grinned like a cat that caught a canary. He kissed her forehead, then her eyes, ears, cheeks, chin, and even along her jaw. An unwilling groan escaped Marinette’s lips when she realized that he was teasing her.

           Chat Noir smirked like the Cheshire Cat when he saw her pout with his sharp night vision. His little lady was so adorable! If she had let him, Chat Noir would kiss her until his lips were sore and his makeup artist would scold him for bruised lips. It was just so magnificent to know that someone as beautiful and loving as Marinette had chosen him, of all people, to be by her side. In spite of the awful puns, misunderstandings, and sheer social clumsiness that came from being sheltered away from the world, Adrien was lucky enough to have been chosen by HER.

           That was why when he closed his eyes and leaned in to kiss her on perfect lips, Chat Noir was surprised when Marinette gently pressed her lithe fingers against his mouth. When Chat Noir opened his eyes, he was even more surprised when he saw tears glide down his girlfriend’s flushed face. His heart began to hammer as he held her small form closer in his arms.

           “Mari? What’s wrong?” Chat Noir whispered, trying to tilt his head so that he could look directly into her eyes. He frowned when she kept turning away from his gaze. “Did something happen? Are you hurt?”

           Marinette shook her head. Tears fell harder as she bit her bottom lip. Reality was so cruel. She had practiced over and over in her head what she was going to say to him while she was packing away her belongings. When the cat had come running towards her with bright eyes and a heart filled to the brim with pure love though, she had almost come undone.

           But when Chat Noir turned his attention to a sniffling Tikki, Marinette knew that the damage had been done. There was no turning back when bright green eyes pierced through the dark, almost bare room. All that was left was Marinette’s empty shelves, bed, computer desk, and a chaise with all of Marinette’s mementos of Adrien. Every picture they had taken together, the gifts had given her (minus the bracelet), and even their scrape book project that they had been working on ever since they had begun dating.

           Chat Noir had a sense of foreboding as his body began to tremble. He continued to hold Marinette close while trying to shake off his nervousness. Surely she was just cleaning her room. Maybe she was going to have her walls painted and she wanted to protect her pictures. And the bright blue computer screen was surely the beginnings of a new desktop wallpaper that was going to feature the two of them.

           “W-What’s all this Princess?” Chat Noir began, quirking an easy going smile that was too nervous looking to be natural. “D-Doing a cleaning up? Maybe I can come by tomorrow and help you finish up? I don’t have anything on my schedule all weekend. We can even see that movie you’ve been wanting to go to.”

           He was rambling and he knew it. Something wasn’t right. Tikki wasn’t supposed to be crying, Marinette wasn’t supposed to be avoiding his gaze, and Plagg shouldn’t be trying to warn him to get out of the house.

           When Marinette moved out of Chat Noir’s arms towards her trapdoor and her patio though, he suddenly felt very cold. And it wasn’t due to the loss of Marinette’s usually comforting body heat. When Chat Noir followed her and tried to hold her close again, Marinette took five steps away from him and he unconsciously stretched out his arms towards her, silently beckoning her to come back.

           For some reason, she felt so far away as she held herself in her own arms and kept her back towards him.

           “Chat. We need to break up.”

           A shattering feeling coursed throughout Chat Noir’s body. Surely he wasn’t hearing his bug right. Did she need him to break something in order to help with her cleaning? Her fashion? His puns?

           Chat Noir, much like Marinette had done earlier, tried to keep his voice light and calm as he took a step closer to her. “What’s going on Marinette?” His heart twisted when he saw her take two more steps away from him. “I-Is this about what happened with the martial artist? There’s n-nothing to worry about. The d-doctors said that I was completely healed.” He forced out a little laugh and brought a shaky hand to rake through his hairs like a nervous preening cat. “P-Proves how great magic is right?”

           Marinette was silent for what felt like hours. She held her hands tighter around her frame and pried open her mouth so that the awful words could come and just END this.

           “This isn’t just about that time.” She swallowed. “I know that you don’t exactly remember the other times, since you weren’t completely yourself during one time and that other time was weird, but you’ve gotten into REALLY big trouble while trying to protect me. I want that to stop.”

           She was startled when Chat Noir scrambled around her and crouched down on all fours so that he could see her downcast face. Marinette tried to turn away from him again but Chat Noir was quick to grasp her hands. Just like the day he did when he stopped her from running away from him that day in detention.

           “That’s only because I love you. You know that, right?” Chat Noir whispered, trying to ignore the screaming in his heart and Plagg’s growing warnings. “Asking me to stop trying to protect you is like asking me to stop loving you. And that’s impossible.”

           Marinette felt a sob rip through her throat and she tried to wrench her hands away from the alley cat’s strong grip. But either she subconsciously didn’t want him to release her or his hands were too strong. She couldn’t get loose.

           “It’s not just that!” Tears were flowing freely now. “I don’t want anything to do with you anymore if it means that I’m going to get you killed!”

           The silence was deafening. If Marinette’s parents had heard her from all the way down there, they didn’t give any indication. And if Marinette had been looking at Chat Noir, she would have been destroyed by the raw devastation and confusion on his face.

           She took another deep breath as she continued.

           “My papa got a job offer over in Florence, Italy. He initially wasn’t going to take it, because he didn’t want to cause any problems with my schooling and he and Mama didn’t want to take me away from my friends.” Marinette gulped as Chat Noir’s grip quivered. “But I begged him to take the job when I found out from Tikki that there was a Miraculous user named Volpina who was living there. She’s on her way right now and she’ll take my place as your partner.”

           “No!” This time, Chat Noir completely enveloped her towards him and he didn’t bother masking his tears and pain. “No! Y-You can’t leave! I don’t want anyone else!” He gently ran his clawed fingers through Marinette’s messy black hair and tried to soften his head. “Isn’t there anything I can do? Anything at all? I-I’ll do whatever it takes…”

           Marinette almost couldn’t bring herself to escape her broken cat’s begging arms. More than anything, she wanted to dash down the stairs, plead with her parents to not leave after all, that she had changed her mind, and that she didn’t want to leave everything and everyone that was beloved to her behind. But an image of an akuma from THAT day surfaced to her mind. Marinette shoved her hands in between them and tried to push against Chat Noir’s chest.

           This wasn’t going to end well.

           “Just let me go! I’m done!”

           If Marinette was going to leave him, she was going to have to either make it hurt so bad that he won’t regret letting her go or she was going to have to tell him the whole story.

           “Hawkmoth knows who I am! And if you stay around me, he’s going to find out who you are! Then he’ll start going after our friends and family!” Marinette kept trying to push Chat Noir away, but his grip remained tight. “And the people who are working against your father! They are saying bad things about you and him because of me! I’m doing nothing but hurting you all!”

           “But it’s going to kill me if you leave!” Chat Noir cried, feeling a cold blackness sweep over him from his feet all the way up to his face. “Please! Don’t go! I can’t go back to living a life without you in it!” He swept an arm out and brought up the wrist that held Marinette’s precious handmade bracelet, his voice beginning to break down. “We…we promised that we would always be together… A-And that we would talk to each other i-if something was wrong…”

           Chat Noir fell to his knees, still holding on to Marinette’s wrist with one hand while he wrapped his free arm around her waist and buried his face into her stomach.

           “Please… Don’t vanish…” Like my mother… “Please don’t go…”

           They were silent except for broken sobs from Chat Noir.

           Finally, Marinette freed her wrist from his grip and Chat Noir heard a faint clinking sound. He felt a light weight rest in his outstretched hand as Marinette stepped away from him again. Chat Noir didn’t dare look up to see Marinette as she held herself close again and walked away towards her trap door.

           “Don’t come back.” Marinette whispered one last time before sliding through her door and locking it behind her.

           In Chat Noir’s hand, to his horror, was the black and red charm bracelet. The one that he had made for her as a symbol of their love and promise.

           It would be some time for Chat Noir to get up from his kneeling position and head back home with a heavy, broken heart.


Yancy Noll (42, pictured in the first photo) was described as a kind, nice guy by his friends. Someone that wouldn’t normally get in trouble. But on August 31st, 2012, trouble found him. In an extremely bizarre event, Yancy was gunned down by a stranger while he was sitting in his car, waitimg in a red light. A fancy BMW pulled next to him and the driver shot at him five times: four of those bullets got him in the head, killing him pretty much instantly.

Thanks to witnesses at the scene, police eventually found the BMW, which had all the right evidence to confirm it was the one used in the murder. It belonged to Dinh Bowman (34), a brilliant engineer with a rather extravagant personality and a decent bank account. He didn’t seem like the murderer type, but investigators found a whole library of books about murder in his computer, including manuals of how to get rid of evidence. He was also a gun aficionado and fantasized about being an expert shooter.

At first Bowman denied any involvement, but there was so much evidence against him, when it came time to trial he changed tactics. He claimed he’d been a victim of road rage, and that after some bad maneuver Yancy had screamed and threatened him. Poor Dinh had felt so scared, he had no choice but to fire at the man’s face four times with his gun. It was a ridiculous story and the jury wouldn’t buy it. They convicted him of first degree murder, believing the prosecution’s theory that narcissistic Dinh had wanted to know what it felt like to kill someone and Yancy had just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. 

The sentencing of Bowman, in November 2014, was a sobfest. First came his mother, blaming herself for her son’s criminal actions and begging the judge to send her to jail instead. Then a meek, crying Dinh whined about the jury not believing his story. He was sentenced to 29 years in prison. 


Product review: Daniel Smith Watercolor Ground

I’ve had this sample bottle of watercolor ground rolling around in my desk for awhile. When I first got it, I thought it would be great for repairing damaged watercolor paper – if a spot got torn while removing masking fluid, for example – but since the ground didn’t match the paper’s color or texture, it didn’t really work for that.

The ground’s real purpose is for prepping surfaces that normally wouldn’t accept watercolor at all. I decided to test it on some illustration board. (See the picture captions for further notes.)

Overall, the ground wasn’t as absorbent as the cold-press paper I normally use. So even in this simple 3-layer painting, dry paint reactivated unexpectedly, and wet paint did not bleed out smoothly. Pretty major drawbacks. But on the plus side:

  • No wrinkles or ripples! Not even micro-ripples! Can’t say that about paper.
  • Are you used to painting in acrylic? Since this is basically gesso that will accept watercolor, it makes watercolor painting look and feel a bit closer to acrylic painting.
  • I didn’t experiment much with texture here, but you definitely could by applying heavier layers, sponging, sanding, etc. 

While it takes some getting used to, I think the ground has a lot of potential. There may be just enough left in this bottle to try it on one more surface (canvas? wood?). I’ll keep you posted.

p.s. Need a mini rose painting for Valentine’s? Find this one in the etsy shop.


In Super Mario 64, the lighting of the areas Mario visits depends on the direction the camera is pointed. The first picture is how the levels appear during normal gameplay, with the camera in its standard position. However, looking upwards in first-person mode shifts the light source to what is shown in the second picture. This usually goes unnoticed during normal gameplay, as you cannot see the darkened ground while looking upwards.