just look at this glorious battle

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My entries for @voltageparty‘s design contest! I would have done only one, but I really love the concepts of both Shingen and Kenshin to pick just one :’3

For Kenshin, I applied his iconic, historical (mostly) white garb and the cherry blossoms that plays a key role in his main story. I made her to look absolutely feminine and “goddess-like” to match her lord counterpart. But underneath it, of course, is a woman who can and will fight for the sake of those she vowed to protect.

For Shingen, I knew I had to have her exude a “powerful woman” aura because she’s, of course, the Tigress of Kai. She had to be mature, alluring but also imposing with a ferocity that matches her lord counterpart. Her inner robe is an interpretation of “dyed in crimson, dusted with peonies” kimono that Shingen gave to the mc in his main story. She just had to have fur that I refused to put on as a headdress, because my goal for her is to look like the lady of the alpha male who wears the glorious furry headdress hahaha. It’s a shoutout to Shingen’s old battle sprite besides. I also added a bit of allegory in there, which is the plum blossom hairpiece. Plum blossoms symbolize the coming of spring (kind of a bad news for Shingen somewhat) but it also symbolizes the spirit of health and new beginnings. A ray of hope in the coming of spring, if you will.

Hope you like them!

And by the way, I follow the Voltage account on my main blog, as this is my side blog where I put my art on! 

anonymous asked:

Please explain why Arima so beautiful.

Ah! My pleasure, of course, Anon !!

1. Massive and Sadistic Class A Booty: Do I even have to explain?

2. Luscious Lips 

3. Ambidextrous: He really knows how to efficiently use both of his hands at the same time. This can be useful in… if you know what I mean  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

4. Lenient Body: The man really knows how to stretch those muscles… again this is really useful for … if you know what I mean  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

5. Perfect Hair: Sure, his hair is white, but look at this fluffy hair! It even swings left and right during battle.

6. Face: It’s just perfect… 

7.Ripped Body: no matter what the view is..his body is perfectly sculpted.

8. Eyes: Glorious…to say the least.

9. Mysterious: No one knows a thing about him…which makes him even more appealing.

10. Erotic Bad Boy: He’ll transition to this state spontaneously and sweep you off your feet. Anyway… bad boys are always more appealing ;-)

11. Dork: He’s actually a giant dork.

12. Charismatic & Mysterious Expression: You’ll never understand his facial expressions… but they’re always captivating.

13. His Smile: When he smiles… the whole world becomes better.

14. The Strongest & The Best: Elites are always the most charming.

15. Hard to Get: let’s just admit it… he’s out of everyone’s league… which makes him more captivating.

I can honestly go on and on, Anon… I’ll stop here though ;w;

Yu-Gi-Oh! meets quotes from The Avengers


Mokuba: Have a care how you speak! Nii-sama is beyond reason, but he is of Kaiba Corporation and he is my brother!

Anzu: He killed eighty people in two days.

Mokuba: … He’s adopted.


Jounouchi: Big man with a dice game. Take that off, what are you?

Otogi: Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist.


Yugi: We need a plan of attack!

Atem: I have a plan: attack!


Atem: *covering his eye, looks around* How does Pegasus even see these?

Pegasus henchman: He turns.

Atem: Sounds exhausting.


Bakura: I am Thief King Bakura, of Kul-Elna and I am burdened with glorious purpose!


Insector Haga: *at the beginning of the Battle City tournament* This is just like Duelist Kingdom all over again.

Dinosaur Ryuzaki: You and I remember Duelist Kingdom very differently.


Ishizu: Seto, we need to talk.

Seto: You have reached the life model decoy of Seto Kaiba, please leave a message.


Sugoroku: Duelists? In Domino City? Give me a break!


Dartz: I have unfinished business with the nameless pharaoh.

Malik: Yeah? Get in line.

anonymous asked:

Sorry to ask, but can you tell more about Xanatos and his relation to Qui-Gonn? Thanks

absolutely omg yes he is my f a v o r i t e

tl;dr Xanatos was Qui-Gon’s former apprentice who left the Jedi to become an evil bureaucrat.


Longer version: Qui-Gon discovers a force sensitive kid among Telosian nobility, convinces his family to let him take him back to Coruscant, and eventually takes him on as his second (maybe third? idk) Padawan learner. Even as a Jedi, Xanatos never gets over that attachment to his past, and grows up to become this mix of arrogance, charisma and fear of rejection that is fascinating (and is such a foreshadowing of Anakin’s fall)

(Also Qui is so casually affectionate here! He’s going to become so distant and emotionally cut off when he meets Obi-Wan)

the rest is long and full of spoilers so it’s under a cut with a caveat that it’s been awhile since I read some of the books:

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I can realistically imagine Carol coming in with her Kingdom peeps in 7x16, all glorious and shit, and some battle goes down and then Alexandria is safe for the time being and Daryl asks her if she’s staying after this and she says she’s not sure and looks really torn and Daryl says “Stay. Please stay.” and there’s lots of emotional tension and eye contact and then he just. GOES FOR IT and kisses her. I NEED THIS. Like yaaas Daryl you GIVE her a reason to stay!

anonymous asked:

Stuffed bear ask but w the edgy uf bros? X3

((Edgy Teddies coming up))

Red: Dammit, his not smiling. He does not have the biggest, goofiest crooked grin spreading across his face as he looks at the most ridiculous thing in all creation just chilling on his mattress.

A black teddy bear, with his own sewn on fangy grin smirking at him, as little red eyes glare back into his own.

Damn thing even has its own little black jacket, white fur trimmed and everything!

Just…the amount of loving little details is about to make his soul busy into some sappy happy pile of goo.

Course, he still has an image to maintain, so he thanks/threatens you at the same time for the gift, but if you tell anyone about it he’ll deny it till his nothing but dust.

Then you and him and “Rocky” snuggle down for some serious nap time.


Edgy Papy: Truth Is, Papy of all AU’s can’t sleep without cuddling something.

Edge is no exception. But he only cuddles manly, evil things!

Like his vicious, despicable looking, soul stealing teddy bear that his s/o made him!

It has sharp fangs, just like him! And a scar over his eye that’s all jagged and cool looking!

Not to mention custom battle armor, designed to mimic his own glorious battle body!

And he has a little red scarf too!

Edge will kill anyone who calls “Mr.Bear” (how original) “cute”.

Except you, but your only allowed to do so in private!


They both love anything handmade, especially if their s/o did it. Prepare to be treated extra affectionately for the next month.

Every Character in the d’Artagnan Romances with Mostly Useless Superpowers. (with spoilers!)

Made with @robininthelabyrinth​ and @eugeniedanglars​.

In this universe, superpowers are distributed randomly, but super-powered people tend to join the aristocratic classes for snobbery purposes. Gascons tend not to have powers, instead choosing to run at the enemy screaming.

The Three Musketeers:

d’Artagnan: No powers. Who needs powers when you can just hit things very hard?

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Feanorionnath Hair-canons

Maedhros:
Before Angband, he had super long, shiny, bright red hair that everyone was jealous of at some point in their lives. After Angband, he shore it all off at his shoulders and it starts steadily turning more auburn in color.

Maglor:
Towards the end of the First Age, he keeps it in two simple braids that nearly reach his knees. When the twins are acting up, they have to each grab a braid and follow him around, like a mom making her kids hold onto the grocery cart. In Maedhros’ opinion, this is a disaster waiting to happen. (Maedhros’ opinion is correct.)

Celegorm:
He saw some men with wolf tails and liked it, though he turned his into a French braid pony tail. Once the tail reaches any lower than his shoulder blades, he chops it off at the base of his scalp and starts over.

Caranthir:
Straight black hair down to the middle of his back, just like every other ellon. It’s always in his face, and if someone (Maedhros) doesn’t remind him to pull it back before battle, he’ll forget.

Curufin:
Actually looks good with a man bun. (Unless they think he likes getting all his glorious hair singed off in the forge.)

Ambarussa:
Braid eachother’s hair in the morning in whatever wacky style comes to their brains. They keep it down to their waists so they have options.

anonymous asked:

Thoughts on Bodhi's backstory, his bond with Galen and his eventual decision to defect? R1 could have done with more Bodhi Rook scenes, less weird tentacle monster imo.

  • Bodhi Rook has loved flying since Cheuske Taintia “borrowed” her older brother’s speeder, and let them all have a try behind the controls. It’d felt like laying both hands on an energy coil, something humming under his fingers, making his back teeth ache.
    • When he shuts his eyes, he can still look through that viewshield, out into the darkness. 
      • They’d dimmed the headlamps—whispering to one another, flush with the illicit thrill of the stolen speeder, the abandoned field, the excitement of being young, and feeling on the verge of something. The grass was spread out before them, undulating like the sea, and Bodhi can remember thinking flying was like stepping into another galaxy, some place apart and suspended in space.
        • (There were no rations, in this bit of space; his father never came home in silence, and went immediately to bed; his mother didn’t cry over the holos of her sons killed in action over Bastatha.
        • This world was dark, and green, and hushed, warm with all their breathing, trembling, and Bodhi was flying, skimming over that sea of grass, and he was free—)
    • His mother does not cry, when he stumbles in from the night, half-drunk on the feeling, wings on his feet. She and his father simply look at him for a long moment, before sending him to bed.
      • He dreams of silver wings, against the dark sky.
  • Reecee is loyal to the Empire; Bodhi only vaguely remembers a time when the Emperor’s holoimage did not flicker on the mantle, when people asked ‘if’ their sons would enlist, and not ‘when’
  • He thinks he spends the next four years of schooling fidgeting in his seat, stalking the perimeter of the airfield like wanting will put him in the pilot’s seat. 
      • Learns everything he can, to the point where when he shuts his eyes, he can picture the controls of a TIE fighter or a command shuttle, perform basic maneuvers on his phantom controls.
        • (I used to be fearless, you know, he told Galen once. His hands were still shaking, and he had to grit his his teeth, hugging himself to stave off the fever-rush of stim come-down. There are—these rock formations, on Reecee. I used to climb them, just with my hands, trying to get that flying feeling back.
          • Did it work? Galen had asked.
            Hah, Bodhi had laughed, a stuttering sound. You know, it didn’t. But once I lost my footing, fell almost seven meters—that felt like flying. Shattered my kneecaps and broke most of the bones below my hips, but for just a minute, it was exactly right.)
  • The first thing they teach at the Imperial Flight Academy is that the Empire must be preserved. At its borders prowl wolves—the Rebels, the Separatists, criminals, scum, thieves—all jealous of the glory and might of the Empire, and the wisdom of the Emperor. Were it not for its brave soldiers, the galaxy would be plunged again into the chaos and disorder of the Republic
  • The second thing they teach at the Imperial Flight Academy is that the designation of of ‘brave soldier’ mostly seems to be earned through dying.
    • To be fair, they do not say this. 
      • But Bodhi once spent all night studying the TIE specs, and went to his instructor the next day. Where’s the shielding? he asked, pulling up the schematic on his datapad, just to make sure he wasn’t missing something. His instructor had looked at him for a moment before saying, that’s none of your concern, pilot, and striding away down the corridor.
      • The instructors occasionally bring in pilots—officers—to speak to the trainee classes, share stories of their glorious battles for the Empire. But Bodhi has seen the other pilots, who wander through the halls looking like living ghosts. Their hands shake, long after any stim should have left their systems, and when spoken to, they stare with bloodshot, unseeing eyes.
        • He’s heard the jokes that TIE fighter pilots are bugfuck, spice-addled; mad as rathtars and twice as vicious. But he thought that was typical military talk, like referring to the troopers as ‘bucketheads’
      • Once, as part of a practice misrep, Bodhi asks for pilot deaths per standard annum. (He just needs to compare attrition rates, make sure his calculations are correct—) “That record does not exist,” the records hall droid replies crisply.
        • He tries his query a hundred ways, but the records don’t exist. Whether the ship was salvageable, yes; stimulant stores and shipments, sure; even orders given. They have records of when pilots were ordered into battle, but not how many pilots returned.
        • Bodhi reports this to his Tactics instructor, who is the highest-ranked officer at the Academy. He listens thoughtfully, nodding and looking increasingly worried. I’ll take this straight to the top, he swears, taking the datachip from Bodhi.
          • (The trash droids don’t come around often enough. Bodhi sees the broken shards in the wastebasket, the next time he has class.)
  • When Bohdi shuts his eyes, he can still see the green world, the invisible controls. He shuts his eyes—
    • He keeps them shut, for a long time. Goes through the rest of the Academy like that, his first five postings, living only for the moments they sit him down in a craft, tell him to leave the stars in his TIE’s rear sensors.
      • He does not care about the rest, when he is flying
      • (I don’t think I’m a good person, he slurred once, when he collapsed in a stim-addled haze at Galen’s door. Galen helped him stand, took him in; Bodhi vaguely remembers being curled up on a bed, crying, and Galen stroking his hair and murmuring in something that wasn’t Basic.
        • I have a daughter about your age, Galen had said the next morning, when Bodhi woke up in sweat-drenched sheets, a headache like a blaster-cannon between his eyes. 
        • Bodhi didn’t know what to say to that, so he made some excuse and left. They never did have much to say to one another, when he wasn’t high or Galen wasn’t tinkering with Bodhi’s fighter.)
  • The stim makes it easier—the TIE pilots are all addicted to it, to some degree, a cocktail of norepinephrine and epinephrine, adrenaline, all rotting their brains. Stim narrows the world, until it’s just you and the stars and the controls, your own blood crackling with lightning. Everything’s fast and easy, liquid, like flying. Nothing matters but you and doing. Doesn’t even matter what you’re doing. 
    • The first time Bodhi tries flying without it, he’s so tired, distracted, he screws up his flight plan, barely makes it to dock. His commander screams at him for five minutes, and all he wants to do is lie down. He hasn’t been actually tired in years, he’s forgotten what it feels like, how heavy it is.
    • They take him off TIE fighters shortly after that. He’s almost grateful. (It’s too hard, too wired into his brain now, climbing into a cockpit with that tab dissolving on his tongue. Freighters and command shuttles don’t twig that bit of his brain.)
    • Going without stim is like—
      • Not like taking blinders off, nothing that drastic. But it doesn’t feel as though the world is on the verge of ending anymore, that something must be done about it now, right now. It’s amazing how much more there is in the world, when it isn’t rushing past at hyperspeed.
      • He finds himself thinking, in the new absence, wondering why the Empire is ordering him there, what cargo he’s bringing here. Why there are so many pilots and soldiers on a research base. What it is that Galen’s building.
        • (At first he asks these questions aloud, but he gets blank, bewildered stares from the other pilots. Then the stares turn suspicious, hostile, and he stops asking.)
    • The record droids don’t keep track of death tolls for every conflict he’s flown in, but the estimates are enough to make him crave a stim tab, or at least some very strong alcohol.
      • He tries it out once, alone in the cockpit of a command shuttle. I’m not a good person, whispered, just to himself. Immediately he feels like being sick, and he has to rest his head against the yoke, breathe deep.
  • It’s the first time he’s ever actually knocked on Galen’s door, standing upright and without even a trace of stim in his system. (He’s still twitchy, doesn’t think that’ll ever go away—and moreso knowing that the deck of cards clutched in his hand is technically contraband, for both of them.)
    • Do you play sabacc? he blurts out, when Galen answers the door. The man looks somewhat surprised—it’s been a good few months since their paths last crossed in the hangar, longer since the last time Bodhi dragged himself to this door. But he smiles all the same, lets him in.
    • (The datachip wasn’t in his shoe, just for the record. Might have damaged the tech, that way. He’d slipped into the worn deck of sabacc cards he kept in his inner breast pocket. And he’d carried it there, right between the Idiot and the Star.)

So, look, just picture it for a second.

Picture Scanlan, grieving and angry and clever, drowning himself in legend and lore. Picture him walking just a little bit farther the day he should’ve met Dr. Dranzel, instead listening in on a whispered conversation in a tavern. Hearing a name.

It’s not quite a Deal, he thinks, or maybe it’s not quite a Pact. Capital letters make him nervous. But in the name there’s vengeance and a promise and a distant glimmering point to all this, and he slips charming and effortless into the service of a being that he’s not entirely sure exists… except. Except he’s quicker with his hands than he used to be, except the people he meets are discomfited and distant, except the dreams that torment him have a habit of leaking.

He’s a lover, not a fighter, but there’s something burning in his blood and he says, “It’ll be worth it.” He says, “This has to be better.”

Picture the twins, unwanted, unwelcome, under the roof and the thumb of a father who sees the strangeness in them and wants it near because it’s his. Picture a studious Vex stoking her gift for performance, for illusion, weaving tapestries of lies and half-truths. Picture a silent Vax finding solace in the forms of the creatures that lurk in the city’s shadows, championing a neglected and distasteful wilderness.

Vex sings, sometimes, to ground herself, to distract, but it’s the words, the stories, the tales that hold the real power. All the world’s a stage, she thinks, and you can get so very far with a good performance. In stories, you are whatever you say.

Vax shifts, takes new form, reinvents himself as rats and alley cats and silent bats, perches as a mangy crow on the finely trellised architecture and watches and waits for his chance, one more opportunistic scavenger.

After they run, he braids her hair and he tells her, “I don’t know what we’re doing anymore,” and she tells him, “But this isn’t how the story ends.”

Picture Percy, idle and bored, neglecting his family’s religious training to tinker with machines and ideas without purpose. Picture the night he starts to turn back as his sister falls to the arrows, feeling the flare of warmth in the holy symbol over his heart. Picture him running all the same.

When he comes back to himself, gradually, on a fishing boat surrounded by strangers, every time he reaches to heal a wound or cure an illness, there’s a distance to the familiar magic, a distortion. He can’t seem to keep warm. He can’t seem to remember how it used to be. He doesn’t dream, not anymore. He doesn’t build.

He reaches for his holy symbol, expecting it to crack or shatter, and he says, “I’m still here.” He says, “I don’t understand why.”

Picture Keyleth, idyllic and carefree in the knowledge that she doesn’t possess the druidic abilities so valued by her people. Picture her discovery of a sudden surge of magic, a talent and a spark that’s not quite right. Picture her father poorly concealing disappointment and distress at this fluke of birth, this arcane, uncontrolled magic that tears at the fabric between planes instead of mending.

She’s strong, she knows, and there’s really no reason to expect she won’t be able to help her people with her newfound abilities. There’s really no reason why she shouldn’t be able to succeed her father, to follow in the fading footsteps of her mother. Just because the magic’s wrong doesn’t mean she is. She can save them all if they’ll only give her a chance.

She reaches for the power, the wilderness in her mind, and she says, “I can do this,” and, with a frustration and a longing that frightens her sometimes, “I will do this.”

Picture Pike Trickfoot, unrepentant prankster, falling thoughtlessly into the worst of the habits that earned her family their name. Picture Wilhand taking her under his wing, trying in vain to draw Sarenrae’s attention to this too-clever, quick-fingered girl.

She steals away in silence to the city limits, watching the stars from the ramparts, wondering at the silence in her mind, knowing she should feel the emptiness as a void, knowing she should want more. But there’s a comfort and a safety in the shadows, and besides, she doesn’t especially want anybody shining a light in all her dark places.

She steals a merchant’s purse just to prove she can, grinning at Wilhand’s exasperated groan, and she tells him, “It’s all right.” She says, “I’ve always been a bit of a monster.”

Picture Grog, nearly dying for the act of saving Wilhand because it was the right thing, because there should be glory in battle and that wasn’t by any means glorious. Picture Wilhand’s surprise when his frantic prayers for healing are met with a warm sense of amusement and familiarity.

And look, it’s not like Grog has ever been the religious sort, but he’s pretty good at sticking up for people and he knows a thing or two about redemption and second chances. So sure, he’s not good all the time, he fucks up more than he should and has to deal with the disapproval of a deity, but honestly that’s not nearly as scary as the disapproval of Pike, so he’s getting better at it. He’s trying.

His big fuck-off sword glows when he thinks about new beginnings, and he says, “Sometimes you get to choose.”

He says, “This is my family now.”

teapirate replied to your post “teapirate replied to your post “I just recently hit lvl 72 on galaxy…”

Dooku, salty grandpa who is adamant about not being here dammit. it is w/ MUCH REGRET the emperor is beyond me rn but i have Sidious! w/ Ben n Vader (all those combo debuff +Vader’s throwing attack can stack nicely). kind of want Grievous as sort-of salty grandpa? if only bc apparently he counts as a DROID??? the game is throwing such shade (and yes we def need padme like yesterday)

LOOK ;;;;;; OK ;;;;; DOOKU IS VERY TIRED OF ALL THESE YOUNG MEN RUNNIGN AROUND DOING BACKFLIPS OFF THE FURNITURE OK;;;;;

i regularly heck up on getting the event units that require certain teams , like;;;;;;;; i will get most of the shards but that last battle is JUST NOT HAPPENING. 

That debuff stacking sounds GLORIOUS. I feel like I’m missing out on huge opportunities, like ;;;;; the obvious thing should be to pair Ben and Vader??? especially for me?? But I’m so impatient and both Vader and Ben’s attacks don’t seem to hit hard;;;;; so I don’t very often use either of them haha .__. I don’t play very clever

YES THOUGH, I LAUGHED FOR LIKE NINE YEARS WHEN I REALIZED GRIEVOUS WAS CATEGORIZED AS A DROID!!!!!!!! I feel like he doesn’t so much count as a salty grandpa, but as their annoying younger nephew or something, that’s just the feel I get from him lmao

like, grievous would get overly ambitious and excitable and go charging off and the rest of the team is just like “ ;;;; sigh ………

no one is as salty as mace is tho

likealeafonthewind replied to your post “I just recently hit lvl 72 on galaxy of heroes which is the next ‘new…”

                   ahhh, you have chaze? i’m so jealous. i’m working on chirrut now but it’s slow going. i’ve decided to start focusing more on gear and mods than leveling up my characters (except for red silk guy) but i’m not sure how that’s working out for me in the long run. but it’s hard because i’ve been trying to get anakin and lando too and i just don’t have enough energy or sim tickets for all of that.                

YES!! I got Chaze!!! It’s annoyingly hard to get shards for them though since they only cycle thru the stores occasionally – which —— which I guess I get; they’re OP as HELL together. If I hadn’t gotten lucky and been gifted Baze by one of those quadpacks, I still wouldn’t have them

working on mods and gear for the characters you do have is a good strategy tho, since at the levels you’re at, you can’t be competitively viable without them. Even though I’ve fought pass the most recent Barriss shard level, if I don’t pay attention when I play that battle, I can still get my butt handed to me. I do take a day off from grinding shards to check and see if I can at least gear up anyone - but I tend to have my characters at their highest gear level reasonable; I’m constantly waiting on the really highleveled purple gear to drop and get most of it from challenges or raids anyway.

literally so many of my characters need the MK IV purple laptop thing!!!!! why!!!!!!!! DEAR CHARACTERS, WHY DO YOU NEED 50 MK VII GLOBES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HAVEN’T UNLOCKED A SINGLE BATTLE FOR THEM YET!!!!!

The only thing with mods, is you kind of HAVE to use them, but eventually you’re going to get better mods, so then you have to replace them. Prioritizing that, plus all the credits that get sunk into it …… ouch :(

I hear you about the energy and sim tickets. Most of the time I can just auto thru shard battles when I can, but on busy days and when I’m at work, you really only have the time to sim thru them. And if you’re gearing up characters, that can easily eat thru several days worth of energy since they’re not guaranteed drops :\


loverofcake replied to your post “teapirate replied to your post “I just recently hit lvl 72 on galaxy…”

                   I actually find Dooku super useful! Even though leveling him up is taking me FOREVER. I’m 17 shards off 5 stars with him and at that I’ve been doing 6 fights daily for his shards since not long after I started playing. I have found his force lightning and flawless riposte VERY useful though :D                

ITS;;;; A CONSPIRACY????? Because you unlock his shard battle so fast!! how can he actually be this hard to upgrade??? wtf????

I always secretly though he’d be pretty useful, but facing Darth Nihilius a lot just makes everyone else look pretty pitiful in comparison. I never worry too much about facing a darksider team unless it has Darth Nihilus. BTW. FUCK DARTH NIHILUS.

Dooku did terrorize me for a while, though - at least until everyone got Sidious, and then I leveled up to where all the people who had Nihilus were. I was so annoyed about his Force Lightning and counters.

You know who else is really annoying to get shards for? Barriss. I have two regular battles unlocked for her, and one cantina battle. I never get shards from the regular battles, just the cantina one! wtf!!!

anonymous asked:

OT, but have you seen Tom Holland doing Rihanna's Umbrella at lip sync battle? I mean in the beginning he looks like a 12 year old boy doing Singing In the rain, then in a second he comes out in full drag and kills it with amazing moves (he is a dancer but still) and it's glorious. And he didn't do it just for laughs; he committed to the drag! I mean he looks 12 in real life, but as RiRi, he was an older and much sexier being who turned on both genders according to comments all over the net.

I saw that and it was awesome! He’s make a very pretty drag queen if he got painted up good and proper!

Chat out of the Bag - Miraculous Non-Spoiler Review

Heyo, my ladybugs and tomcats! 

In honor of Miraculous Twitter bombing day, I have arrived to give a thorough, non-spoiler review of Miraculous. I want to warn you all, that these are just all my personal thoughts on the show and opinion, but regardless, it is a wonderful show.

Gif Credit: @miraculousladybuggifs

Story

If there’s something I love in a good TV Show, Movie, or Video Game, it’s a good plot. I’m sure that all if you can agree with me that having a good plot is imperative to having a great product. And I can tell you, that Hawkdaddy / Papapillon, our beloved Thomas Astruc, has created this masterpiece of a story.

The overall premise of the story, as told by Wikipedia is this:

Set in modern-day Paris the series focuses on a teenaged junior high school girl, Marinette Dupain-Cheng and her classmate, Adrien Agreste. When evil arises in Paris, Marinette transforms into ‘Ladybug’, while Adrien transforms into 'Chat Noir’.

However, neither know each other’s secret identities: Marinette doesn’t realise that her school crush, Adrien, is Chat Noir and Chat Noir doesn’t know that his partner and crush, Ladybug, is actually Marinette.

Together, they’re a crime-fighting duo who protect Paris against the mysterious villain, Hawk Moth and his akumas.

Now, you might be thinking, oh, it’s your average cliche romance story. It’s not. Of course, there are a lot of romantic elements inside this show, there is also plenty of action, suspense, and mystery. Each episode has it’s own mini-arc and ends usually pretty nicely. The ways that the episodes progress is also very unique and creative and I don’t think it has been done before in TV Series! Although, you’d have to watch it to find out what I mean :)

There are moments where this show rips my heart in two. This show can get depressing. This show can make you laugh. This show can make you scream (personal experience, I have video evidence because my friend apparently snapchatted me screaming, but that’s another story).

In conclusion of story, this show has an amazing story. It may not be perfect (always room for improvement, but this goes for all stories out there!), but it the one of the most enjoyable stories I’ve ever enjoyed so far

Characters

This is one of the few instances where I can get very invested into characters. This is one of those moments. Everyone loves a good character, someone they can relate to or someone they can look up to (for the young’uns). I myself, enjoy the characters on the show very much!

One thing I like about this show is how diverse the staff of characters there. The cast of characters we’re are introduced are all very multi-racial. Marinette, the protagonist of the show, is half Chinese (mother’s side) in addition to being French. Although Adrien is French, he is confirmed to be able to speak Chinese. At least two characters come from an Arabian Ancestry and there’s even more than I can’t name off the top of my head!

Not to mention that this is a mash of a French, Korean, and Japanese companies who are working together! Even Toei Animation!

It’s one thing to say that you feel for a character. There are moments where I actually felt so pained in one particular episode that for the entire day I felt like someone was strangling my heart. I just feel so attuned to them that I feel like I’m tethered to them, so every time they get hurt, I get hurt to. They’re just so relatable to me!

Animation

THIS SHOW HAS SOME GLORIOUS EYE-CANDY. I mean, just look at it! It’s absolutely AMAZING! HOW YOU NOT LIKE IT???

The battle scenes are so well choreographed and very well animated! I have to say that Miraculous has one of the most beautiful and utterly amazing CGI Animation that I have ever seen in Animated TV Show history.
YOU CAN SEE THE TEXTURE ON LADYBUG’S / CHAT NOIR’S OUTFIT. 

LIKE WOW, IT IS SOME BEAUTIFUL SCENES. The emotions on the character’s faces are so expressive, even out of context you can tell what a certain character is feeling at one point in time! ITS AMAZING! The animation crew for this show really outdone themselves!

One of the few reasons I’ve been able to get into this show is because how beautiful the animation was. Believe it or not, I found Miraculous through a gifset of Chat Noir that my friend had reblogged. As soon as I saw it on my dash, I knew I had found something to look forward to. I was just so fascinated by how well animated that few seconds of Chat was that I was sucked into this fandom!

Voice Acting

The voice acting for this show is one thing I like about it! Although I have yet to hear the English VA’s (though I have heard their theme song), I am in love with both the Korean and French Voice Actors!

The Korean Dub is very expressive. They love to put all the little extra grunts and squeals in battle scenes. They also put a LOT of emotion into their character’s voices and some of are just so cute! The French Dub is very silky to listen to, I squee every time I heart Chat Noir’s French voice! Marinette’s French voices is so cute to listen to! French Plagg is probably the most amazing thing I’ve ever heard the only thing I could think of when I heard his voice is like when people were auditioning for the Plagg VA they just hired a French Butler.

Music

Miraculous’ theme song has the one of the most catchiest songs in the universe. As soon as I heard it, I realized how much I was going to love this show.

There are currently three different version of the theme song out there and I love them! All of them has to each it’s own qualities that make it a little different! The English Opening is very catching, especially if you speak English. My friend who did not even watch the show, told me that the OP got stuck in her head after I played it a couple times during class. The Korean version has a very unique trait added to them, that a K-Pop Band is singing the songs! And last be not least, the French version sounds like it has been recorded in heaven because those voices are hmmmmmmmm……..SO GOOD! A+

Also even, the two concept songs used in earlier productions is also extremely catchy like wow. Even the music that plays in the background is pretty good, but that OP is one to drag people in. Some ear-worms crawlin’ in your brain and it ain’t coming out anytime soon.

Community

I just want to say that the Miraculous Community is probably the most unique fandom I’ve ever been part of. Of course, not to say we’re not a perfect fandom, but this one of the best fandoms I’ve ever been part of. Almost everyone who is part of the community is extraordinarily nice and kind. We’re also very respectful and the most important component: we love the show!

Because of Miraculous, for the first time in forever, I managed to really connect with other fans. In the past, I’ve never been able to connect with other fans of the things I liked. I mean once in awhile, I speak to someone with the same interest, but this is probably the first time I’ve been able to converse to someone about something I’m fangirling over with! There is also some AMAZING fanart and fanfiction floating around on tumblr and other websites!

I’ve sometime watched episodes together with other fans at the same time and having other people watching it at the same time is very exhilarating! It’s the first time I’ve been able to do that, and for once, I feel very included!

NOT TO MENTION THE FACT THAT HAWKDADDY (AKA Thomas Asturc, the creator of the show) ACTUALLY TAKES TIME TO CONVERSE WITH US LIKE WHAT. THERE WAS EVEN A TIME HE ACTUALLY JOINED US IN A CHATROOM AND LIKE THANKED US, THE FANS FOR LIKING THE SHOW LIKE WHAT. WHO DOES THAT? ONLY THE GREATS FANON DAD, HAWKDADDY DOES! Like, Hawkdaddy actually take the time to converse with the fans, answer questions (or watch us suffer with the magical words ‘No Spoilers’).

Overall

I have to say something when I say that this is the first time I’m so emotionally invested into a TV Show. The only other time I’ve been so utterly obsessed is the video game series, Kingdom Hearts, but this is the first time this has happened with a TV Series.

One thing to say, GO WATCH THIS SHOW. You will not regret watching this. It’s just so amazing in so amazing in different ways! The show, characters, and animation are brilliant! The music and the voice acting are just so pleasant to listen to! The Community is just an awesome bunch to hang with!

So in conclusion…

GO WATCH MIRACULOUS: TALE OF LADYBUG AND CHAT NOIR!

AIRS ON DECEMBER 6TH, 2015 GO (USA Release)

GO. JUST DO IT.

WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?

sorry not sorry for the long post :P

what-fire-is-in-mine-ears  asked:

Songbird =)

M.A.D. - Hadouken!

kurodai rival break dancing crews!AU
ohgodohgod this song has got me fucking pumped holyshit
okay so Daichi and Kuroo are the leaders of their break dancing teams and are basically like sworn rivals but damn when they’re out there dancing against each other there’s just something there, like a pull towards one another
I imagine like intense moments when all there is, is the other just dancing in front of them and the music and nothing else.
there’s a terrible amount of teasing. Kuroo rolling his body close enough to Daichi and kissing his cheek as if daring him into battle(kuroo does this a lot probably more than necessary what with the blowing of kisses and anything else he thinks he can get away with), and moves where Daichi shakes his butt to taunt Kuroo bc he’s seen the way he looks at him(kuroo’s learned he’s basically earned this form of glorious torcher).
godd and when they end up battling separate people on their team they don’t even try to be discreet about their constant eye contact with each other (just blatantly ignoring whoever it is they’re supposed to be battling), and whatever sorry loser got stuck battling one of the captains just quits and lets their captain join in bc no one wants to get in between whatever thing these two idiots have going on between them(their teams literally just want them to get a room already I mean really).
Please use this video as a reference of what I see happening in the battles. Lots of teasing from each team, and it’s glorious. Plus the teams in the vid are so fucking skilled like holy shit.


((haha oh my god this ended up so long someone help me.

Captive Prince Week Day One Prompt: Memories))

Laurent De Vere was twelve years old, and he had just learned how to hate someone.

Truthfully, he knew how. It had just, up until now, been a matter of who.

(“Whom,” Auguste would have corrected him.)

Hate, Laurent had been told, was the opposite of love. It was straightforward enough: he loved pears and hated broccoli. He loved sunny days and hated rainy ones. He loved going riding and hated having to stay inside and stand still while a servant laced him into outfits that were too tight and unbearably hot.

He loved Auguste. And Auguste, he was more than sure, loved him.

But Auguste, like Laurent, was a prince, and being a prince there were Certain Expectations.

(Laurent would come to hate those two words.)

There were seven daughters of the Vaskian empire and at least one of them, everyone was sure, would be a fine match for the Crown Prince of Vere. In the meantime, though, the court and the common people would want to see that the golden prince had a healthy appetite when it came to–

(“Entertainments,” Laurent’s father had murmured. “Sins of the flesh,” explained Guion. “Fucking,” said a guard.)

It meant that, because of Certain Expectations, Auguste would want to be seen with a pet. It meant that every day, Auguste would be approached by two or three simpering, giggling things wearing too much jewelry and too much perfume. It meant that Auguste was always pushing them off of him, golden brows drawn together in a frown. It meant that no one had any interest in talking about anything else.

(“Perhaps you and I could go for an evening ride,” said a courtier with long, curling red hair. “Who would be riding whom?” Laurent had asked loudly, and Auguste had snorted into his wine.)

It wasn’t making father happy, or uncle, or indeed any of the courtiers, but each time Auguste refused the attentions of another pretty pet, he would turn and smile at Laurent, wrinkling his nose, and Laurent would smile back.

But then Caelestis had come, and like a good silk shirt catching on a protruding branch, Auguste’s attention had snagged on him.

Sweet-faced and fair-skinned, Caelestis was nearly of a height with Auguste and had long, straight hair the color of beaten bronze. He had arrived dressed in riding leathers, shiny boots clicking on the polished floors, and had said, “Come out and beat me in a race, if you can. If you’re still gracious when you lose to me, I’ll consider letting you take my contract.”

And Auguste, captivated, had simply followed Caelestis out to the stables as if he were being pulled on a leash.

(Laurent was left behind.)

Caelestis came again the next day, and the next, always with back straight, chin high, boldly matching gazes with Auguste. Laurent heard people call him clever, cunning, ambitious.

Then, one balmy summer night, standing on a balcony with Laurent crouching hidden in a dark alcove, Auguste had sighed and called Caelestis beautiful. He’d done it between slow, sensuous kisses, fingers twining through long strands of hair. Caelestis’ chuckled response was too soft to hear over the buzzing in Laurent’s ears and the searing hot ember in his heart.

Laurent’s hatred stuck in his throat and burned his eyes; it rattled in his lungs whenever he looked across the room and saw Auguste and his pet standing together, smiling, laughing.

(“Oh, but he’s just what this court needed,” said his father, grinning and stroking his beard. “Solid and honest, and good with a sword. Not like these other useless creatures hanging about.”)

(“You can’t hate him,” his uncle said, too reasonably. “You hardly know him. Besides, he’s only a pet, a plaything. Auguste will tire of him in time.”)

(“You’d think he was too pretty to be getting a leg over the prince,” said a guard, “but I’ve seen him fight. He’s got grit, he does. And a nice ass. Could go either way I suppose.”)

In the next year, Laurent got a lot of practice hating Caelestis. He hated the way he walked, hated his tightly laced clothing and muscular limbs. Hated the casual half-braid he’d plait his hair into to keep it out of the way, hated the work of Auguste’s fingers as he pulled Caelestis’ hair out of its tie and into his hands.

In the early spring, so close to the lash of winter’s tail that frost still crackled on the bare branches of the rosebushes, Laurent was fitted for his first set of real armor, and the country prepared itself for war. A minor skirmish at the border, just King Theomedes taking home toys that weren’t his again– the perfect setting for a young prince’s first battle.

(His uncle’s eyes had been so, so dark, the hard line of his mouth frightening, but Laurent had forgiven both when he’d said, “a military encampment is no place for a pet.” Caelestis had frowned as Auguste had kissed him goodbye: a puzzled expression only momentarily smoothed by the brush of lips against his cheek.)

It had been a glorious two weeks, alone with Auguste, sitting tall in his saddle and trying to look poised and regal as common folk lined the streets, shouting and waving as they passed. At night in their shared tent, Auguste would teach him military strategy and dirty nursery rhymes that would make a guardsman blush. And Laurent cherished being treated like an adult, like an equal, but also cherished being still young enough that when he woke in the night to strange noises in the woods outside the camp, he could crawl into his brother’s bed to hide from it.

(“Moaning in the night?” Auguste asked, rubbing sleep from his eyes. “Oh. Ah. I see. Yes, that sounds like the Gluch, that’s a predatory creature that lives in these woods. Sometimes, if you look out into the darkness, you’ll see two red eyes…”)

It had all come to an end in shouting and blood, earth churned to mud by the hooves of horses and the sandaled feet of Akielon soldiers. Something in the air had changed, and Laurent, waiting with his uncle far behind the front lines, had watched the neat blue lines of their men break up and fall to pieces, like a snapped necklace scattering pearls. The first of the men had come back white-faced, hollowed out by grief. And he’d known.

(Damianos. Prince Damianos, of Akielos. Laurent sat in his tent, legs drawn up, face pressed so hard against his knees that he saw stars, and whispered it to himself, over and over. Damianos of Akielos. Damianos the prince-killer.)

He’d seen Caelestis, in passing, weeks later when he’d returned to Arles. Caelestis had only stood and looked at the ornate black coffin that held Auguste’s body, pressed back by a crowd of onlookers in various shades of mourning blacks. He’d raised his eyes to Laurent’s across the courtyard, unbelieving, and Laurent had waited for that hot rush of hatred to surge through him.

Nothing. Caelestis was no one, an ambitious whore, a distraction. Only two people mattered in Laurent’s life now, and one of them was dead. The other, he vowed, would go down in blood and fear on the end of his sword.

Laurent de Vere was thirteen years old, and he had just learned what true hatred felt like.

anonymous asked:

I remember a few months ago that some cels from the Saban Moon animation showed up on ebay or something and they were exactly as terrible and glorious as you might think. I'm glad it never came to be, but I will say that I'm weirdly fond of the flying laser wheelchair--I just think it'd be a kind of kickass idea in any other story.

Oh, you mean this?

Wasn’t Sailor Mercury already the most useless sailor scout in terms of firepower, they gotta make her disabled, too?

‘Cuz, you know…being in a wheelchair and all, she can’t ride on those sweet sailboards that you can use in space without needing to breathe.

They gotta do all the space battlez out in the space.

Gotta battle the space shipz.

With the bad space guys on ‘em.

LOOK AT THIS BITCH, IT’S LIKE SHE ESCAPED FROM DISNEY’S GARGOYLES, JESUS CHRIST.

And, of course, we have our multi-ethnic Space Planeteer Jewel Riders.

I GUESS MAYBE SAILOR USELESS FEET MUST BE FROM IRELAND, OR SOMETHING.

IRISH ETHNICITY.

OR MAYBE THE WHEELCHAIR IS AN EXCUSE FOR SO MANY WHITE CHICKS, BECAUSE TOKEN DISABLED PERSON.

Looks like someone’s had plastic surgery, AMIRITE?

IT’S LIKE ESCAPE FROM L.A. BRUCE CAMPBELL VS MANIAC COP BRUCE CAMPBELL

No, but seriously.

Let us all be glad that this concept never made it past a 17 minute concept reel, a music video, and the pilot that the world really never needs to see.

[Images courtesy of The Lost Media Wiki]

Disclaimer:  I’d just like to note that I have nothing against those with disabilities, especially considering I take care of two on a daily basis.  While I can appreciate the thought behind adding diversity in a series, it just isn’t appropriate when it veers so drastically away from the source material as to make a mockery of its own characters.

Offbeat in Tempo Update #7

Didn’t update in over a month but September was just over way too quickly.

Anyhoot.

I’ve finished almost all battles, except for the end boss, which I need to test and calibrate. All enemies have sprites and pictures now. And almost all character skills have been defined.  What I still need to do in terms of battle mechanic is put them all into their environments, add leveling, make a battle background, finish two different analyzing skills for the team, make some items and make some weapons.

I’ve also done some work on BGM, but I’m still missing most of it.

There’s also more dialogue done, most notably half of the hints you can get. But right now that, as well as almost all of the dialogue discussing actual story is only “on paper”, so I have it in documents as opposed to in the game.

And last but not least on the update front, there’s finally some busts! @ectoimp made some awesome sketches.

I’ve got lineart and color for them, too, but not in a postable format right now. Most expressions for them are done, I just need to redo Arthur’s to look a bit nicer and then Ecto and I will have to work on NPCs. And some other things.

Here’s my glorious To-Do list for now:

  • Finish the busts
  • Implement battles
  • Finish and implement items and weapons
  • Make a battle background and a titlecard
  • Finish and implement all the dialogue
  • Make a beginning, an end, credits
  • Finish the music
  • Edit and add some more to the puzzles
  • Add SFX
  • Add BGM
  • Add some more Easter Eggs
  • Do a full playtest and edit everything

That’s all I can think of at me moment I may be missing something ;p

Here’s the estimated progress:

Unfortunately, I still can’t estimate when this project will finally be done. I’ve got classes again starting this week, so I’ll have less time to invest in this. I think it will be done before the end of the year though and I will do everything I can to make that happen.

keeyss  asked:

Talk about EXO - can you please just take a moment to talk about (*appreciate*) Chen

This is Chen.

Birth name Kim Jongdae.

Specializes in out singing your faves

Dancing Machine (who will call you out to battle btw)

and looking better than all your oppars….

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MY spirit animal who takes no shit

and ignores the unworthy

Cute as a button

Crazy

Addictive

SMILE

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A glorious Pre-debut Chen

Ever heard of Chenry Potter?

SWAG LEVEL 1000 (get on his level)

Got your tickets? Got your tickets? To the KIM JONG GUN SHOW?

And finally KIM JONGDAYUM….

There are never enough gifs to appreciate him….

anonymous asked:

hey guy! do you know of any sterek fics with insecure derek?

As if Derek needed to hate himself more than he already does, Anon. WHY MUST YOU HURT MY BBY IN THIS WAY

You Were (Not) Meant For Me by ShanaStoryteller

(1,696 I Teen I Complete)

Claudia signed a contract to raise Stiles to be a powerful witch and Laura Hale’s future mate. But then she died. Then the Hale fire happened. Then Laura died.

“At first, it’s because it would be too great a disrespect to the sister he loved. To take her status in death is one thing, but this - it would be too much, like instead of mourning her loss, he’s sliding into her skin and trying to call it his own.”

Damn Adipose by Bananafofo

(2,419 I Explicit I Complete I High School AU I Part One of this series)

Derek and Stiles are soul mates, which they’re both ecstatic about. The only problem is Derek is sort of insecure about everything because he may be a little bit chubby.

My Soft Place to Land by AromanticMalia

(3,209 I General I Complete I Sick Fic)

“I want- No. I am demanding a date without any of this. No monsters, no goo, no running for my life. Just you and me, going out like normal people.”

“If that’s what you want, I think we’re just going to have to stay in,” Derek says. He doesn’t say, if that’s what you want, you’ll have to get a new boyfriend, because if Stiles hasn’t figured out yet that his life would be much easier without werewolves, without the supernatural, without Derek, then Derek isn’t about to clue him in.

OR

Derek gets sick and accidentally lets a few things slip.

Virtually Perfect by andrea_deer

(3,519 I Teen I Complete I Online Relationship)

He’s just one click away…

Stiles’ is ready for the next step – to meet in person. He wants to make it real with Jason or jcastro88 or whatever his name actually is. Sure, he is terrified, but their virtual relationship has left him in a constantly aroused state, hungry for a taste of Jason’s lips and the touch of his skin. He wants to make love – all night long – to the guy who’s captured his heart sight unseen.

Except, the meeting of notyourrobin69 and jcastro88 goes nothing like they’ve planned…

“…So?” by SaltySweetLicorice

(6,945 I Mature I Complete I Chubby!Derek and Body Appreciation; High School AU)

Stiles is sixteen and head over heels in love with Derek, however, it’s been six months and they haven’t done more than kissing and he has yet to see his gorgeously hot boyfriend shirtless. Stiles figures the reason for Derek’s shyness might be that he’s slowly easing himself into the whole ‘intimacy with boys’ thing, but a run-in with bullies during date-night reveals the source of Derek’s insecurities to be something else entirely: his weight.

And Dwell Beneath My Shadow by lielabell

(8,695 I Mature I Complete)

Derek is not stupid. He gets why Stiles puts up with him. It’s clear every time Stiles looks at him, the spicy scent of lust and arousal Stiles’s body can’t help but put off. It doesn’t surprise him. Not at all. Derek knows what he looks like, knows that his face and his body are more than enough to compensate for his shitty personality. Stiles wants him more than he is annoyed by him. Nothing more, nothing less. It’s not anything to be amazed over, nothing to write home about. Stiles isn’t the first– and most likely won’t be the last– hormone soaked teen who has panted over Derek.

won’t you stay, stay with me by scepticallyopenminded

(11,850 I Explicit I Complete)

To say he thought about it was an understatement. Derek thought about it a lot. Almost all the time, even when they were in the middle of a pack meeting and talking about things completely unrelated to college or the future or anything, even once when he was actually mid-fight with a pair of sprites.

The thing was, he really did want to move down to Palo Alto with Stiles, he really did want to spend the rest of his life with Stiles, he really did. And yes, sure, definitely, he’d thought again and again about making Stiles his mate, and maybe someday his husband, locked together by the laws of the supernatural and the humans alike. But – cliché as it may sound and be – he also realized that Stiles was only seventeen. They’d only been dating for six months, he was only seventeen, and Derek – he also really wanted Stiles to be able to live as regular a life as possible, besides all the supernatural stuff, and having a twenty-five year old boyfriend while being a freshman in college really didn’t give off the vibe of “normal”.

Let Me Keep This One by LadyFaceElena

(13,682 I Explicit I Complete I Warning: Depression I Part One of this series)

“You’ve gone quiet again. Did I freak you out?” Stiles looked concerned and he was still holding on to Derek’s arm which had gone tense.

“No. I… no you didn’t,” Derek said in a rush. “I just didn’t expect to meet anyone. Like you,” he added.

“Fantastic and glorious?”

Derek bit his lip for a second, then said, “Well yes. Kind of.”

Cross a Canyon (with a broken limb) by theroguesgambit

(18,009 I Teen I Complete I Fake/Pretend Relationship)

“You never graduated,” Stiles says, just to say it. To test it out in the open air. That’s… huh.

Stiles spends his senior year battling troll-gremlins, taking on an unexpected tutoring job, and definitely not falling for a certain sourwolf (even though everyone else seems to think he is).

ENJOY CRYING OVER DEREK’S MANPAIN,

Angsty