This was definitely not how Ladybug expected her day to go.
It was supposed to be just another normal day of summer break. No responsibilities beyond the ones her parents gave her, no homework, no babysitting, and no akuma. Just a trip to a butterfly garden so Tikki would have a chance to fly around for a while in a comfortable environment where she wouldn’t be in danger if she was glimpsed. It was going to be a nice, relaxing day free of stress.
Would’ve been nice if she and Hawkmoth could’ve been on the same page.
“People don’t understand the word ruthless. They think it means ‘mean.’ It’s not about being mean. It’s about seeing the bright, clear line that leads from A to B. The line that goes from motive to means. Beginning to end. It’s about seeing that bright, clear line and not caring about anything but the beautiful fact that you can see the solution. Not caring about anything else but the perfection of it.”
- Marco, Book #30: The Reunion, pg. 71 (by K.A. Applegate)
It was Marinette’s idea to invite Adrien to hang out with them. Alya had no objections, especially since she’d been rooting for the two of them to get together for months and wasn’t about to say no now that Marinette was willingly and calmly prepared to initiate contact. (Honestly, if Alya had known that this was all it would take to get things started between those two, she might have tried to orchestrate an akuma like Gaminette ages ago.)
Marinette sent him a text before they left her house so that by the time they pressed the buzzer on the gate to announce themselves, Nathalie was aware that they were welcome. The gates opened for them without trouble and the two girls strolled inside. They had both been there before, Marinette had even been in Adrien’s room, but neither of them had ever had much of a chance to take in the grandeur of the Agreste mansion. She’d seen bigger mansions in pictures but it was quite large on Parisian standards and had a very modern look to it, despite its age.
The front door opened as they were mounting the top step and out bounded Adrien with a grin bright enough to light up the whole courtyard on its own. He made a beeline for his friends and all but pounced on Marinette, wrapping his arms around her in a boisterous hug. She squeaked in surprise but managed to hug him back.
Alya’s phone clicked as she snapped a picture of the scene.
The gimmick of Daws is that they are 100% just birds (since they are dinosaurs that survived the K-Pg extinction and evolved high intelligence irl) but they are beginning to stick out too much among the other species who are ugly lumpy things.
Im contemplating making them Enantiornithes, or some other prehistoric type of bird, since at the very least giving them teeth makes them feel less like im just drawing regular ass birds and more weird and “alien”
Also some Managians, who i may or may not give a softshell turtle beak
People don’t understand the word ruthless. They think it means ‘mean.’ It’s not about being mean. It’s about seeing the bright, clear line that leads from A to B. The line that goes from motive to means. Beginning to end. It’s about seeing that bright, clear line and not caring about anything but the beautiful fact that you can see the solution. Not caring about anything else but the perfection of it.
Marco, Book #30: The Reunion, pg. 71 (by K.A. Applegate)
Langstonia huilensis, a large sebecosuchian crocodylomorph from the Middle Miocene of Colombia
(~12 mya). About 2.7m in length (8′10″), it was an active terrestrial
predator with long upright limbs, a deep skull with powerful jaw muscles, and serrated flesh-tearing teeth.
The sebecosuchians were a diverse and widespread group, first appearing in the Late Cretaceous and living through the K-Pg mass extinction well into the Cenozoic. Fossils have been found in Europe, North Africa, and Asia – but they were most successful in the isolated continent of South America, surviving all the way up until at least the Middle Miocene and sharing the ecological niches for large land predators with terror birds and sparassodonts.
“‘Give me liberty or give me death.’ A human named Patrick Henry said that. I wonder if the Yeerks knew before they came to conquer Earth that humans said things like that. I wonder if the Yeerks knew what they were getting into.”
- Ax, Book #8: The Alien, pg. 151 (by K.A. Applegate)
NOTES/WARNINGS: For the lovely Anon who requested someone write this imagine, I tried. Kissing. That’s about it.
You generally get the vibe that Loki hates you. He never looks you in the eye nor does he ever even speak to you—unless absolutely necessary. You didn’t think you’d given him that bad of a first impression when you first met several months ago, but since he’s come to the new Avengers facility in upstate New York with you and the rest of the team he’s just been a pill.
Except that one time when he helped you put purple hair dye in Tony’s shampoo, but he pretends like it never happened.
part 2 of [this] Like I said before, the artist doesn’t want her art to be reproduced, so I will respect her wish. You can click on the link to see her art from pixiv.
Rintarou: This time, I will paint you a story about our heart broken Karma from two years later in the future.
K: It’s about time for lunch.
say, It’s been two years since that time.
I’m quite glad that my job was interesting enough to take it seriously, otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to get that memory off my mind.
here, you slipped this.
O: thank you very much….
O: Ah, Karma!
Could it be that your workplace is around here?
What a surprise.
K: no no, what do you mean by around here?
O: Recently, I was relocated to work here. To think that I run into you again in the same country is such a coincident.
K: you didn’t tell me anything about this.
O: sorry~ I forgot.
But you know, I’m really happy that you’re here. I’m so helpless, I haven’t made any friend yet.
O: it would be great if our lunch time suit our schedule.
K: I still haven’t forget that day. you rejected me. (enough, let’s just clear this doubt between us)
Please understand that I don’t have any ill intention toward you, but at this point, I don’t have those kind of time on my hand anymore.
O: ? but I didn’t reject your work offer.
I really didn’t.
K: nononononononno. (then what the hell was that “now way” back then)
(Could it be !? She couldn’t tell that my proposal to her!?)
(that’s exactly it!!)
O: but I..
O: It’s also because I like you. (TN:no, not romantically but as an admiration)
That time at the airport, I was really happy.
And from my circumstances at that same time, I came to learn something about my doubt.
If I were compare myself to you, would I be able to walk in your shoes. I wondered if I even have what would it take to have the confidence to stand by you.
I thought I would just be in your way that’s why I didn’t hold back my answer.
In those days when I first started working, my feeling was a little disheartened I couldn’t put anything into word properly.
That’s why my answer to you….. this feeling/sentiment of mine was un needed for that moment.
O: but hear me out on this.
My feeling for karma-kun isn’t the same as those days anymore.
I’ve changed in these past two years.
All these experiences I’ve gained are the hard work I put in. I feel like I have confidence in myself more than ever now.
That’s why, one more time, I fell in love with you as I am to my work. Let’s do our best.
This is my confession to you this time.
O: from now on let’s eat lunch together again.
Ah!! I just realize that I don’t have much time anymore , so I’m going to leave the food aside.
K: that’s ok I’ll take it.
O: Thank you very much. This time will be my treat then. Contact me again sometime!
K: (WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT. You’re telling me after all that she didn’t get the point, I don’t get her at all. It’s way too damn late.)
K:(But right now, I feel really happy.)
(I thought I can finally break though this doubt but nothing has changed at all!!)
(TN: In another word, he want to unbound himself from that moment at the airport in part 1, well that ended in a failure just now)
Waitress: Um… customer..
K: I’m OK.
(carelessly making confession to me like as if I’m her co-worker)
(Can someone like her be that slow?)
(This taste horrible) Receipt please.
side Kanji: All because of work…
O: Why did I…. ohh did I really said that.
(TN: man this one was really challenging to translate at my level, I had trouble with a few grammar here and there but I tried my best to convey the artist’s feeling in full words. So, if any translator spot anything missing, feel free to contact me :)
“So… um… I think we’re supposed to kiss…” she said after a while.
“Y-yeah. Yeah, I think so…”
“So, um… whenever you’re ready… we… um…”
(Rated K+/PG, borderline T/PG-13)
Okay… the last bit of Ch. 23 for Fire and Ice has been fighting me like crazy, so I decided to give it a rest and come back to it with fresh eyes tomorrow. So… here’s this. If anything, it’s just a way for me to let you guys know that I am, in fact, alive and well. Full disclosure: this was written in one sitting and under the influence of a couple glasses of wine, so it’s unedited garbage. Enjoy! :p
“She had this way of seeming untouched by what went on around her. Unaffected. Above. She was a person who could walk through a car wash and come out dry. She could move through a mosh pit and never be jostled. She could wear a white dress to dig in the mud and somehow never get a spot on her.
But the war had touched her. She’d changed, and she’d known she was changing. The war had revealed a hidden part of her soul. She alone, or all of us, she alone liked it. Loved it, even. She had enjoyed the fight.
Sometimes I imagined her as a Viking. Or as a knight on a quest. That’s what she was: a joyful warrior.”
- Book #54: The Beginning, pg. 34 (by K.A. Applegate)
NOTES/WARNINGS: Fighting? Is that a warning? I don’t know. I had fun writing this one!
I ducked under Clint’s haymaker, delivering a blow to his side in the same moment. He winced but otherwise didn’t seem to even realize he’d been hit. I wrinkled my nose in displeasure. I needed to hit harder or else I wasn’t going to do any damage.
I saw Loki silently leaned against a wall, watching me go through my rounds. He’d already seen me take on Natasha. Clint and Natasha were my speed training. Thor and Steve would be strength later.
He hadn’t said a single word the entire time. It was kind of annoying actually. I wanted him to tell me what I was doing wrong from the side, like Steve was. I wanted him to yell at me or something. I didn’t like sensing his silent judgment. He watched every movement with apathetic, impassive eyes, saying nothing, arms crossed, mouth closed.
“Let’s see, I’m behind in my homework. My dad thinks I’ve joined a gang because I’m never around. I don’t sleep much because every time I try I’m suddenly a termite again and I wake up screaming. I never get to just sit around and watch TV. And, in my spare time, I have to help figure out how we’re going to keep the Yeerks from turning some guy named Farrand into a Controller so they can wipe out the forest and hunt down the Bird-boy and the universe’s only almanac-reading Andalite. I mean, I knew the middle-school years would be tough, but this is a little much.”
- Marco, Book #9: The Secret, pg. 117 (by K.A. Applegate)