i had my helmet on


Coccinelle meets Black Cat.

Imagine Erik Finding Out That You, His Young Daughter, Have Inherited His Powers

Originally posted by timestolaugh

“Slow down, Erik, what are you on about?” Charles frowned through the phone.

“Y/N has- she’s- she’s like me, Charles!” Erik sputtered. He had you in one arm, and you were squirming in an attempt to ‘do the magic’ again. You had always been very enchanted by your father when he did little magic tricks with his metallokinesis to entertain you, and you were only concerned with your joy of possessing ‘the magic’ as well.

“NO, Y/N, no, no no, we do not do that with those!” Erik said quickly, moving the silverware you had begun to float out of your sight. He pulled the phone back over to his ear to hear what Charles had to say about it. It didn’t quite matter if he had moved the dangerous utensils; you had found something else to play with.

“Just bring her to the mansion, I’ll run a few simple tests I do with the students, she’ll be fine, Erik.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll bring her up in the morning,” Erik sighed. He hung up the phone with a breath of relief, only to look down at you.

“Papa, look!” you giggled; his old, worn Magneto helmet rested loosely over your head. Memories around that helmet flooded his mind, both good and bad. He had tried to hurt in that headpiece. He had tried to kill, and he had wanted to keep that part of his past far away from you.

However, looking down at the innocence in your eyes, he felt a spark of hope. Maybe, where he had become a symbol of hate, you could be one of hope.

(For @silverwingedfox)


Helm of Favor!
I still had some material left from my Solaire’s helmet so i thought ‘why not’ haha
But while solaire was made 100% out of thick EVA, hence its pretty much indestructible, Lautrec’s is made out of cardboard revested by thin EVA foam… And although its not fragile or anything, it should be handled with a certain care… But thanks to this, it was a pretty cheap helmet to do!
Anyways, hope you guys like it~

For a second there, I thought Barry was like magic. Dude casually walked over to coma-induced Jesse, grabbed her hand and—poof!—she instantly woke up. Seriously?! No wands or Hogwarts’ degree needed (I’m convinced that a Potter-verse exists.) Barry’s time in the Speed Force was like a reawakening; he’s high on life and has a new sense of purpose and invincibility. I’ve got to take out this new Barry for a test drive, try something we’ve never done before.

Literally. We’re going skydiving, baby! Never thought I’d be the one to come up with this plan since I’m kinda (very) terrified of the idea of jumping out of a plane from 14,000 feet… Barry met me at S.T.A.R. Labs and burst out laughing the second he saw me decked out in my diving gear. I had on my helmet and knee and elbow pads (safety first!); fog-resistant goggles (they’re the size of my face but I need to be able to see when my adrenaline-induced body heat combines with the cold air); and my fanny pack (sometimes being fashion forward means having to take a fashion step backwards.) We drove out to the plane hangar. He would not shut up about how exciting our first time skydiving would be and assured me that nothing would go wrong. Man, his enthusiasm was infectious. Plus, I was in the Speed Force, too, for a couple hot seconds, so maybe I contracted some invincibility that I just don’t know about yet. Once we got to the hangar and boarded the plane, I was ready to go!

…Maybe not. 14,000 feet makes skyscrapers look like the tiny lego pieces that children under three can choke on. What did I sign up for?! Barry grabbed my shoulders, shook me out of my panic, and reminded me that: 1) I’ve been in quite a few compromising situations scarier than this, 2) I’d have an awesome adventure to tell the ladies and 3) the Speed Force wouldn’t let anything bad happen to us. (Huh?) I agreed with his first two points so we took a pre-dive selfie then started our countdown. Three, two, one…

AAAGH! My limbs were flailing and my cheeks were flapping uncontrollably. But once I starfished my arms and legs out, I looked over at Barry and we both started to laugh from the adrenaline and the amazing, surreal feeling. I saw Barry start to reach for his parachute tab, so I followed his lead. I pulled the tab and…nothing. Ohmigod ohmigod. I pulled again and again, and on the fourth attempt I yanked the tab off and started to fall faster. I could hear Barry yelling, “I got you!” while hovering above me and all I could think was, YOU CAN’T RUN ON AIR, BARRY! Suddenly, I remembered that I was wearing my fanny pack! It’s not just any fashion-forward fanny; it’s my voice-recognition I-need-to-escape-now-and-Barry’s-not-around travel pack. I yelled “help!” and airplane-like wings quickly unfolded out on either side of me. Go go gadget sail-plane! I took a couple of deep yoga breaths and enjoyed the view.

On our drive back to S.T.A.R. labs, Barry was euphoric. My near-brush with death proved to him that the Speed Force was looking out for us. Me, I think we have to look out for each other. But whatever Team Flash has to face next, with Barry’s speed and my penchant for life-saving fanny packs – we can handle.

lilowliesims  asked:

Omg that reminds me of my first time on a motorcycle *swoons* it was a shitty little buell blast that didn't have an foot pegs so I had to hold my legs up myself. I wasn't wearing a helmet either and he just took me down the street and back but I remember that first feeling of freedom like it was yesterday. Sorry for the reminiscing, you just have that type of writing that pulls you in and gives you the whole picture in your head, you know? I like it (:

Fun fact, I’ve never in my life ridden a motorcycle xD xD xD Oh but I’m a pathetic little person living in imaginary world so don’t mind me xD xD xD I’m so happy you felt the connection to that part of the story! It’s great when something you read reminds you of good things in your life. Actually, I think it is the main purpose of fiction literature, that’s why I always struggle to understand the point of writing something dark, but hey to each their own as they say, right? Anyway, I’m glad to evoke your pleasant memories! Thank you for sharing them with me ♥

people realize that children WILL stumble upon NSFW artwork of underage characters regardless of if you searched it or not, right ? I’m sorry but the “you looked for this” thing is grade A bullshit tbh.

Like once I was looking up SheZow and guess what I got in Google Images ? you guessed it. Porn. By dozens. Like legit all I typed was “SheZow”.
Now you’re gonna say “duh just activate Safe Search and you’ll be fine!!!” it’s not always the case though. Safe Search and the likes are flawed so you’ll still come across porn whether you activate filters or not.


How did you get into YouTube? Did the robots come first or did it all happen together?

I’ve unlisted those videos now, which I kind of regret, but I’ve had my YouTube channel for three or four years. It was very under the radar for the first three and a half years. I was publishing comedy sketches and skits in Swedish. When I started doing shitty robots I remember thinking about which platform I should publish it on. I was considering doing a blog, but I just realized video format was the best way, so I after I had finished my first project — the toothbrush helmet — I just uploaded it there. Now my channel is only about robots, but it’s been around from before all the Queen of Shitty Robots stuff started happening.

You’re a naturally funny person. Do you have a background in comedy?

I did a one-week stand-up course when I was like 16 and bored for a summer, but nothing else really. I think it’s just my natural approach to stuff in life. As for making video comedy, pretty much anyone can do it. When I got started, I just filmed it with my webcam and used iMovie to edit the video, which I still use. You don’t really need any training, as long as you know how to get around Google.

In a space like YouTube where everyone seems to fit into a specific category, like beauty vloggers and comedians, you’ve carved out a space for yourself where it feels like you created an entirely new genre. Where do you see yourself fitting into those YouTube categories?

I do Science and Technology for all of my YouTube videos, but it’s an interesting question since I’m kind of in between categories. I think I’ve kind of carved out a sweet spot for myself by combining science and comedy. To me, it’s like putting syrup in your medicine. Everything just goes down easier if you add humor to it, and you can reach a lot more people if you manage to do it in an entertaining way.

You have a lot of videos that go viral with each one of the robots that you put out. It feels like every time that happens, you’d get a new wave of fans and audiences. So who exactly is your audience?

It varies a lot. In the beginning it was like 90 percent men, and now it’s more like 80 / 20. The biggest category is men between 25–34, and it’s mainly engineers and people who are interested in tech in general. But it’s getting more and more diverse and I really hope to reach more people who are outside of the whole tech bubble.

What’s your greatest ambition in life?

Right now, it’s avoiding winning a Darwin Award. But maybe when I’m older, it’d be fun to go out with a bang.

I have a very long bucket list, and it’s gotten a lot longer since all the Queen of Shitty Robots stuff started happening. Going to space is at the top of that list right now. I’m giving it 10 years. On a smaller scale I want to learn how to weld, and also get a driver’s license! That’s on my “feel bad about not doing it” bucket list. That’s at the top of my bucket list. I also really want to buy a submarine.

Career wise, I’m looking into different opportunities to do a TV show, but in some way that’s not a goal in itself. To me, the goal is creating content and doing fun stuff that I’m proud to show. I don’t want to do a TV show for the sake of doing it.

Do you ever have nightmares that your robots will rise up and gang up against you?

I actually have never had that, which is kind of weird, maybe.

If you think of them as your babies, I guess you wouldn’t be threatened by them. Is that how you feel about your robots?

No, some of them are pretty terrifying. Sometimes I feel like “what the heck have I created,” especially with projects like the chopping machine.

Do you keep them all in one room, and it’s like a room full of knives and severed hands?

Yeah, I keep them all! Sometimes I borrow parts from them, but then I put them back together. I often bring them to parties. [laughs] No, but I do bring them to events and TV shows. I have them at the office but my desk is getting pretty cluttered. I would want to start a mini-museum. They look kind of weird, especially all of them together, it’s a very funky collection.

But no, I’m not really scared of them, I feel more that other people should be scared of them because I’m the person holding the joystick.

My husband and I watched ROTJ yesterday and when we got to the bit where Leia unfreezes Han and then takes off her helmet, I had this sudden image in my mind of Rey strapped to the chair asking “Who are you?” and Kylo taking off his mask and saying “Someone who loves you” in that voice of his…YES. 

102. "Do you really think I could ever replace you?“ HAPPY

I was feeling down and out on a few things but I didn’t want my Old Man to know.

He already had so much on his plate. His mood at the moment was one of irritation. He had been on a stake out with the club and gotten a call from his Mom saying that she was out of medicine.

Needless to say he was a bit snappy. I just did as was told, not giving him any lip like I normally would to make him laugh.

"Let’s go Y/N!” He yelled over the roar of his bike as he jumped started it.

I jogged down the steps of the porch and ran to get on Hap’s bike behind him. I barely even had my helmet snapped on before he took off.
4 hours later, with no breaks and we were in Bakersfield.

Night had fallen, moat of the folks in the neighborhood asleep- much like my ass at the moment.

I stretched after placing my helmet in the saddle bag.

“Get inside, Y/N.” Happy snapped.

It seems the ride didn’t improve his mood either.

Some guy from across the street met Happy halfway down the bricked walkway.

I sighed, turning to go inside to see his mother.

I looked up and jumped, startled to see her standing at the door.

“Y/N, Sweetheart, come on in.” She said, gesturing me with her hand.

When I got inside, she closed the door and hugged me.

“Hey Momma Lowman.”

“Child, what’s the matter?” She asked, pushing my hair from my face.

I shrugged, not wanting to bother her.

“Now don’t you start that. Come to the kitchen and talk to me. Help me eat this carrott cake.”

I moaned. Momma Lowman’s carrot cake was to die for. It was so moist and had thick layers of frosting.

Feed that to the enemy and they’d spill their guts in no time for more.
I had eaten half a slice when she asked me again.

“Tell me what’s the matter.”

I licked the fork, then started to poke the cake with it.

“Just alot of things piling up. Hap’s been so busy and I’ve been by myself… no one to really talk to, abd I don’t want to add more to his busy days and nights.”

She nibbled on her piece of cake, nodding her head.

“I-,” pausing, I tried to figure out what I was trying to say.

“I think Hap’s tired of me Momma Lowman.” I sniffled.

She paused, looking at me, sadness in her eyes.

“I wouldn’t blame him for wanting someone else. Someone new.”

“Y/N, Honey.” She put her fork down, coming over to hug me.
After my talk with Momma Lowman, I decided to head on to bed.

I must’ve fallen alseep quickly. The next thing I knew, Happy was whispering in my ear.

“Baby girl.” He ran his hand down my tummy.

“C'mon baby girl, wake up.”

I propped myself up on my elbow, disoriented.

“What time is it?” I asked, rubbing my eye.

“It’s time to realize that I love you and want only you baby girl.” Happy said, softly.

I sobered up quickly, sitting up, holding the sheet to my chest.

Happy crawled over me, straddling my thighs.

“Do you really think I could ever replace you?”

I was going to deny it but there would be no sense with Happy. I respected him too much to lie to him.

Twirling my wedding band, I tried not to cry.


He tsked, “Baby girl, no. No one will ever take you or your love away from me.”

“Wh-what about your love?” I hiccuped, “Do I have it?”

He cupped my cheeks, his torso now towering over me, which made me tilt my head back.

“Y/N, baby girl… You’ve always had it.”

I gripped his wrists as I had a small break down. Happy held my face until I was calm.

“I’m sorry.” I said.

He wiped the tears away, “Don’t be. Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” He asked, kissing my cheek.

“Didn’t want to add anymore stress to you.”

He shook his head, “Baby girl, I’m your husband. I know the club is important, but so is my wife.”

He kissed me then, his full lips sensually pulling at mine. Slow licks of his tounge made me moan.

Putting a hand on my back, he lifted me enough to lay me back down, then quickly shoved the sheets down to where he could nestle himself between my legs.

His hand started at my knee and went down to my thigh and my behind. He repeated the motion as he kissed.

Continuing with petting, he pulled back.

“I love you, baby girl.” He said.

This was my Happy, the side that no one else got to see and I was glad that he had finally come home and shown his handsome face, to remind me that he loved and wanted only me.

How to make Mituna’s helmet

Inspired by: murtunacaptor

I’ve had a couple of people asking how I made my Mituna helmet, so why not make a tutorial of it? Unfortunately I was really extremely bad at taking photo progress during the whole work, and I’m not even joking! I have about two pictures with most of the helmet already assembled, so I’m mostly going to describe what I’ve done and point on pictures. Hopefully this will be of help in some ways!

The most important feature on the helmet for me was;

Small and lithe.

Good shape, since the talksprite’s helmet doesn’t look completely smooth and I prefer it that way.

Removable horns to create an illusion.

A see-through visor.

1. Since I’m a lazy bum I didn’t want to add too much extra build to the helmet, so I had to find one with my wanted features already on it. After a lot of searching I actually found that in the Reebok 3K Hockey Helmet, so now I had my base! 

2. Next step since I didn’t want my helm to look bulky was to dismantle the whole damn thing and remove the padding. The padding turned out to sit extremely hard and the only way for me to remove it was to saw the bolts holding it in place off. If you own a jeweler saw or another saw that can hold thin blades for metal sawing, now is the time to bring it out together with the screwdriver, you’re going to need it.

3. When I finally had the helmet in two pieces without padding, I sanded a bit on the holes where the screws and bolts once were in order to remove rough edges. Then it was just to reassemble the thing again and choosing what size to have, REMEMBER that there is going to be a new padding as well as a wig under there so make sure to leave extra room!

4. Next up is to fill all the unwanted holes. I used a light weight air drying clay for this and hoped that once dry it would stay where I put it, which it thankfully did.  Not sure if it helped, but I smoothed the clay on both sides so the clay had more to hold on to. Let the clay dry for the day and then sand it smooth.

5. If you want the front part to come down like in the talksprite, you can add that now or in the same step as stage 4. Same goes for the “holes” where your horns are, which makes it time for you to decide if you want removable horns (with a magnet or something else) or if you want permanent ones. Since I went with magnets on mine, I just made four craters big enough for the magnets and horns.

6. Not sure what to call the ear-muff looking things on the side of the head, buuut I made the base for them in foam. First I glued the foam pieces on, let them dry, cut them into the right shape, cowered them in wood glue in order to fill the tiny air holes in the foam, then finally two layers of clay; on to get the whole base smooth and the second to get the correct shape.

7. When all this was done I cowered the whole thing with diluted wood glue. Probably not necessary, but I like to think that it’s easier to paint since the clay won’t absorb the paint in the same way anymore.

8. And since I was lazy again I simply spray painted a layer of white on the outside and the visible parts on the inside. Recommended to use a wig stand. Let it dry over the night and paint the thing yellow on the morning either by spray or brush. If you want to use a finisher I recommend you to do that now instead of later, since the visor will be in the way then.

9. Make your visor! For me this was the hardest part since no matter what I did, it didn’t want to be round. I guess the cause of this was the overhang from the helmet; I shouldn’t have curved it like I did. For the visor I used a sheet of OH-film/overhead paper; it’s a type of clear plastic you can print out from a printer and cut it in two. Then I took a clear blue plastic folder and a piece of clear red cellophane since I couldn’t find a red folder. Measured how the two colors should meet and cut thereafter, shouldn’t have settled on such a big diagonal, but oh well. In order to have the pieces stay where I wanted them, I stapled them together which worked surprisingly well. The order was; OH-paper –> red + blue folder –> OH-paper.

10. Before gluing the visor on place it’s best to work out how you want to put your new padding. For this I used black craft foam pieces I had at home, which I glued on with wood glue but a glue-gun will probably work better. When you have your padding pieces figured out you can start gluing the inside together, starting with the front and visor and work to the back.

11. And you’re done! :D

If anything still feels unclear, don’t hesitate to ask :) And as a little end note, I was so damn close all the time to replace “to” and “too” with “two” while writing, so in other words 29 times not counting the last two ;)

Dear con-goers,

If you see someone in a big armored cosplay taking a rest, with their helmet on a table and their prop weapon leaning against a wall or something, that is absolutely not an invitation for you to waddle over and play with their stuff. I don’t know what part of me taking a breather implies that I want some stranger putting their greasy little hands all over my $300+ gear. Hell, I’ve had someone walk up and try to take my helmet off of me while I was still wearing it. Why would anyone even think that’s okay? How would you like it if someone walked up to you and just took your phone out of your hands? Not a whole lot, I’d bet. If you’re gonna spew spaghetti all over a cosplayer, at least ask before touching their stuff. Everyone should have learned this in kindergarten.

This is why you wear a helmet, guys. Yes, those are hoof prints. My helmet caught the initial force of a kick that would’ve hit my temple otherwise. I will never forget the moment I knew I was about to get kicked and I wouldn’t be able to roll away in time. I will never forget the look of terror on my trainer’s face when she ran to see if I was okay. I will never forget being curled up on the ground, shaking, and thanking God for keeping me safe. I will never forget the tears my parents shed when they realized how close of a call it was. Nearly 8 months later, you can still make out the marks in the right lighting. Wear a helmet, please.