lined short

He’d evolved complex coping strategies for being told he was rubbish- he’d had plenty of time to work on those- but nobody had ever told him what he was supposed to do if people suddenly turned round and started using words like amazing and astonishing at him. He was completely overwhelmed, and fairly terrified.

Still re-reading Blue Sky. One of my favorite scenes is in Ch 9 between Garret and Wheatley, and I felt it deserved this meme (never thought I would have to make a meme from scratch, but sometimes you gotta make the content you wanna see in the world, ha)

movement test!! still have some small things to fix yet but for the most part the animation meme’s coming along nicely!! :0

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What if—-
I loved the idea of Prompto betraying his friends way more than I thought I would. A comic inspired by this comic over here! I took a crack at using screentones this time instead of just the standard black and white cell shadding and I fell in love with this! Man, one day, one day, I’ll take another crack and maybe write up a story board for some Promptis doujins.

I really hope the rumors about Efi building Anchora are true because I would 100% want to see a giant Omnic tank gushing about how great their creator is.

“Have I told you guys about Efi? She won a Genius Grant. She’s so talented!”

Anochora’s emote would just be them pulling out their wallet and showing everyone pictures of Efi.

Please Blizzard, please give me an “older sibling” Omnic who loves their creator so much instead of an actual child solider

I miss summer and all my friends from work.

Im so glad I’ll be back again

oh, apollo loved cassandra
and for that, troy burned.

a city for a god for a love
for a girl, here we are.
troy goes up in smoke
and cassandra weeps.

the gods play their games;
mortals pay their price.

—  the butterfly effect | m.j.
Fashionista

MariChat May 21st: Akumatized Marinette

(ao3)

Summary: Chat finds Marinette holding a girl hostage.


“Marinette, what are you doing?”

Marinette blinked at him. “It’s Fashionista now, actually.”

Chat sighed. “Okay then, Fashionista.” He shook his head at the name. “What are you doing?”

Marinette looked at the spools of the thread in her hands and then to the girl she had tied up with them. “Taking a hostage.” She said nonchalantly.

“Right.” Chat raised a brow. “Are you expecting me to just give up or…?”

Marinette pouted. “You’re supposed to save her.”

“But…” Chat look between Marinette and her hostage. “What if I don’t want to?” He smirked.

Marinette made a frustrated noise. “Come on kitty, do me a favor? Just this once.”

He grinned. “Sure, but you owe me.”

She nodded and was surprised by him moving quickly toward her. She moved to throw the threads over him, but he was too quick picking her up and throwing her onto the chaise. Manon cheered as he freed her from her bounds.

“How was that, Princess?” He asked with a smirk.

Marinette press the back of her hand to her forehead. “Oh no! I have been defeated by the brave Chat Noir!” She said dramatically and then added. “Pretty good. Thanks Chat.”

Manon giggled and Chat joined her by chuckling. “You’re pretty good yourself.” He said.

Marinette got up from the chaise. “Hey Manon, why don’t you go downstairs? I think my mom was making snacks.”

Immediately the girl detached herself from Chat’s leg and darted down the stairs. Chat shook his head in amusement at the little girl and Marinette let out an exhausted sigh.

“So, Fashionista huh?” He jeered.

Marinette looked at him dryly. “It was the first thing I could think of Chat Noir

Chat pouted. “Hey now. Chat is a purrfect superhero name.” He pout morphed into a smirk. “That garbage bag suits you.”

Marinette groaned and tore off the pink garbage back she was using as her supervillain outfit. “I forgot I was wearing that.” She pouted, embarrassed.

“I swear that outfit reminded me of something.” He chuckled and missed the way Marinette paled. “Must have been some show or something.”

“Yeah!” She squeaked. “Some show… or something!”

He frowned at her weird behavior. “Well anyway, I just came here to ask if you wanted this.” He held out a ticket towards her. “Wasn’t really expecting you to get akumatized though.” He chuckled as she reached out to grab the ticket.

She gasped. “Is this…?”

He nodded. “Yep, VIP ticket to the next big Gabriel men’s fashion show.” He gestured to her designs. “Thought you might want to go.” He smirked.

He was surprised when Marinette tackled him into a tight hug. “Thanks Chat.” She murmured into his chest.

He shook his head and then smiled. “Your welcome, Princess.” He hugged her back.

They stood like that for a moment longer before separating. They both blushed and rubbed at the back of their necks.

“I-I should get back to babysitting Manon!”

“Right. I have stuff to do so…”

They both looked at each other nervously. “Gotta go!” They both said at the same time.

Chat left through her balcony hatch.

Before he jumped off her balcony he stopped to look at the hatch to her room. “Really Marinette, I should be the one thanking you.” With that said he jumped.

Back in her room Marinette sighed and held the ticket to her chest. “He’s so great.” She smiled dreamily.

Tikki shook her head from where she was hiding. “Great. Now she has two crushes.” She sighed. Why did her chosen have to be such a romantic? Tikki watched as the smiling girl headed downstairs and sighed. At least she was happy.

anonymous asked:

Steve and Natasha's son is having trouble with bullies. He's half Natasha, so he's got fiery red hair, and he's half Steve so of course he wants to fight the bullies who tease him about said hair. Natasha's away on a mission, so it's up to papa Steve to advise their son on what to do.

Natasha’s on assignment for at least another week, if not two. Which isn’t the problem, really. He’s confident in his skills as a father and a caretaker in general.  But.

But he is absolute shit when it comes to bullies.  Especially when it’s bullies and his son.  He’s not exactly surprised by his own reaction, granted, but he could do with a dose of Nat’s calm approach to these sorts of situations. 

Mark is picking at his dinner and studying the grain of the table far more intensely than it really warrants.  Steve thinks he understands now what he means when he hears other parents gripe about how hypocritical they feel telling their kids not to smoke when they’re sneaking a butt when they need one.   

“I’m not going to pretend I didn’t start a lot of fights, and I’m not going to pretend that you shouldn’t stand up to bullies.”   

Mark startles out of his thoughts, looking up to his father at Steve’s sudden outburst.

“They think it’s weird.” Mark screws his face up, light smattering if freckles across his nose shifting.  “Orange and just.”  He huffs.

“Your mother is way better at this than I am.  I don’t think you should get into a fight.”  Steve holds up a hand seeing Mark open his mouth.  “I know I did it.  Ask your Uncle where it landed me, more often than not.”

Mark cracks a smile at that.  “Bucky says you were black and blue as often as you were blond.”

Steve smirks.  “Every day.” He schools his features. “Listen.  You got no reason to be ashamed of what you look like.  Only 2% of people in the world have hair like you and Mum.”  He pauses.  “Look. I know it doesn’t seem like it now, but sometimes, sometimes envy looks like other things.”

Mark shrugs, spearing a carrot with his fork.  “Doesn’t change nothin’ about the jerks at school.”

Steve reaches across the table to smooth his thumb over the spot just above Mark’s shiner.  “I need you to stop fighting.  Just because you can win doesn’t mean you should fight.”

Mark huffs, exasperated, and sets his fork down to pin his father with a look he inherited from Natasha.  “What should I do, then?”

Steve sighed.  “You know, my Ma –your grandma- always told me to tell the truth.  I always did, and I’m not about to stop now.  I don’t know.  It wasn’t a lesson I ever learned, not fighting.”

Mark smirked.  “So I’ve heard.”

“Sass. –What I mean is, I know I’m supposed to tell you something about compassion and ignoring it or rising above it or that they’re taking their unhappiness out on you and that might all be true but,” Steve lowered his voice as if Natasha could hear him from wherever she was, “I’d still like to Have Words with those kids myself, even though I know the principal already did.”

“Dad.”

“Your old man only has so many good speeches in him.  Let’s work on this one together.”

Mark studied him for several long seconds before snatching Steve’s phone from the counter behind him.  

“What’re you doing?”

“Texting Uncle Bucky.”  Mark didn’t bother looking up.  “He wanted to know if the day ever came you admitted you didn’t know everything.”