#enfants terribles

[taffybuns]

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[girpgorp]

Les Enfants Terribles! Been holding on to these evil Ladybug and Chat Noir designs for a few years now, finally got around to doing something with them. I've always been... disappointed with canon evil versions of our sweet little idiots. Antibug and Chat Blanc are. serviceable. as far as akumatizations go, but I was pretty sorely disappointed by Shadybug and Claw Noir. They're not even really evil!! Sooo lame.

Anyways, I'm tickled by the idea of who Marinette and Adrien would be if they were just like, genuinely bad people. Or as bad as teenagers can be. I have a lot of ideas about characterization for them, especially about how the people that they are in this world affects how they present themselves as supervillains. They hate each other in and out of costume, and in costume are constantly trying to kill each other and steal the other's miraculous, with huge blowout fights that tear apart Paris. Occasionally, they grudgingly team up to deal with akumatized heroes sent by this universe's Gabriel.

That about sums it up! Looking forward to doing more with these terrible two.

[smghead]

Sorry if someone has already done this, LOL.

[artoflunatik]

Liquid Snake Concept art style sketched I recently did.

[could-they-be-a-pro-wrestler]

How successful would Liquid Snake…

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[gothicseverance]

It is always the favourite child who is monstrous.

—Queer Gothic

[paradiscake]

Jupiter Family's chickens in MGS4 are named after Les Enfants terribles.

Whose idea was this? Dave's or Hal's?

[empirearchives]

Vandamme was such a meme

[dreamerwitches]

Name: Luna Age: 11 Eye Colour: Red Hair Colour: N/A Species: Rabbit Witch type: Weeping Hare Nature: Feeble Weapon: Swinging blades Familiars: None Rotten Witch: Unknown Wish: Make them afraid of me

A young girl with thoughts that are far too dark for one her age. Brought up in a troubled household she’s matured much faster than the other girls in her class. She hates being weak and dreams of beating her enemies into submission. She will grow up into a terrible person.

[daydreamycrustacean]

[onscreen-heartthrobs]

Édouard Dermit in Jean-Pierre Melville's "Les enfants terribles" March 29, 1950.

[wokeuplaughing]

thinking about how venom snake is ocelot's les enfants terribles. I cannot bear you a son but I will bring you a man who will be modeled in your image. he will serve your role and I will protect him and aid him while you go on to build more of what will be ours. my ultimate sacrifice is to not be by your side but by the one who carries on your honor. ocelot understood his role in big boss' life more than anyone else did. he actually understood what big boss represented more than his own feelings toward him

[bitter69uk]

“Seeing a Fassbinder retrospective is better than drugs, liquor and sex put together”. John Waters

Born on this day: inspired, despairing and uncompromising director, playwright, actor and turbulent New German cinema visionary, Rainer Werner Fassbinder (31 May 1945 – 10 June 1982) – a true titan of European art cinema. Expressions like “wunderkind,” “monstre sacré” and “enfant terrible” are all applicable here. All these decades later, his best films (off the top of my head, my favourites include Ali: Fear Eats the Soul (1974), Martha (1974), Fear of Fear (1975), Fox and His Friends (1975), In a Year of 13 Moons (1978), Veronika Voss (1982) and Querelle (1982)) still sting like a slap across the face. Fassbinder also elicited career-best performances from the crème de la crème of German actresses like Brigitte Mira, Margit Carstensen, Irm Hermann, Ingrid Caven, Hanna Schygulla, Barbara Valentin, Rosel Zech, Barbara Sukowa and Christiane Maybach. “Fassbinder had the reputation of being quite difficult to deal with in real life, but anyone who made as many films as his years on earth (especially if they’re all good) deserves the privilege of being a true monster,” John Waters concludes in his 1987 book Crackpot. “If Fassbinder ever got any sleep, maybe his genius would have evaporated.” Pictured: very cute young Fassbinder (before the drugs and alcoholism prematurely ravaged him) in the titular role in Fox and His Friends.

[lowpolyotakuconvention]

The thing abut metal gear lore that bothers me the most is still the clone shit in mgs1.

How do other people interpret the "dominant twin/recessive twin" and the twist that David is actually the one who got all the "recessive genes"? Like, what the fuck did they mean by that?

Like, what the hell does that even mean to begin with?? They took all of BB's recessive hets and manipulated them to be homo for one of the kids? Like?? That's not a clone then and also why?? Isn't the point to recreate Big Boss??

As for the twist, it's visibly not true because Eli is blonde...? That's the only visible difference between him and solid. Did daddy John Doe just happen to have extremely low heterozygosity??? Why make this specific design choice if it goes against the twist? Was Eli's hair color backwards engineered from the Master Miller twist and given no extra thought? (probably, yes.)

Does Kojima know what a recessive gene is? (probably not.)

What did they mean by any of it???? Aside form the logical inconsistencies what are we supposed to take away from it? What does it mean!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!?

[tokyo-chainsaw-dragon2]

What in Hell's name have I done.

[scratchandplaster]

Compromise

CW: toddler!Luke having sensory issues

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A deep frown on his son's face let Shepard falter. Here he had been so thoughtful during every step of the way, yet some little detail seemed to halt dinner before it even started.

"Dig in! I made it exactly how you like."

All pitfalls were diffused: the yams puréed until no lumps could be seen, the plates heated up, his favorite cutlery meticulously arranged beside them. Shepard hoped to avoid more tension after this exhausting day of running errands in town.

Still, Lukas let out a low squeal of disgust, horrified at how the spinach lost a bit of sturdiness and collapsed towards the mashed yams.

Not again.

He desperately tried to shovel the purée away from the light green liquid spreading into it, but in vain. The damage was done.

"Stay calm, Luke."

"It's touching." He let his fork plop down on the plate, sharp clatter straining the boy's nerves further.

"It's just water, nothing more." Nine times out of ten, the father's placatory words made an impact.

"I'm not eating that."

Shepard rubbed his eyes. Obviously, his boy was not the only one tired from the previous hours: "I put a lot of effort into dinner and we have a deal, Lukas. Once a week, you try something new-"

"NO," he roared and shoved the plate across the table, spilling the hated spinach over the tablecloth, "you did it wrong!"

The flying fork missed Shepard by inches, enough time for Lukas to jump out of the high chair and sprint outside, tears streaming down his cheeks. With one swift step, his father had already picked him back up again, at the mercy of tiny legs kicking around. His only choice was to hold him close against himself; mad and confused, Lukas cried like his life depended on it.

Nevertheless, his dad hugged him tightly. One arm under his chest and one on his back, as if to panini-press all the anger out of the little guy. Shepard's pride and joy frantically dug his teeth into his father's sleeve, fussing about how much he hated the old man.

By and by, his screams turned into quiet mumbles. A five-minute tantrum, longer than usual, more than enough time for Shepard to ponder which side of the family his boy got this temper from.

The yams had already gone cold - like a mushy island swimming in a pool of duckweed. Suddenly, Shepard understood what Lukas found so offensive about their dinner. Some things are better kept separate.

"What you just said made me feel very sad, Luke. I know we had a busy day, but I tried my best. I hope you know that."

How else can I help you, sweetheart? More shushing tired cries, more back rubs. I would do everything.

"Sorry." From below, a quiet sniffle broke the silence. "I don't hate you, Dad."

"I love you too," Shepard snickered, "Wanna try again without the spinach?"

His son nodded, deeply embarrassed: "Or like, on the side. Please."

"How about you help me with clean-up first?"

"Okay." Luke's pout grew even more heartrending as he cuddled closer to his father. Maybe a hug would save him from the consequences of the odd moods that gripped him now and then.

"Great, I'll get the paper towels."

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