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I must say I'm starting to DESPISE Tony Stark (and RDJ) and his fandom. Cmon guys, how can you still keep defend his casting??

I waited so long for a nice portrayal of Victor Von Doom, he may do something(decent?), but I'm loosing hope day by day

The downfall of the MCU is right in front of our eyes (excitement has passed, but it's not completely dead) , everything falls apart, it is too much too keep up and it frustrates me because the MCU was a heavy special interest of mine. Yeah, I may watch one or two films that catch my heart(and eyes) but I'm not rushing into theatres

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I remembered I can block all the fantastic 4 tags, I'm finally in heaven 🧍‍♀️

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What is their problem 💀💀

This is why we (I) can't have decent things in recent MCU film (No, in fact I did NOT like the Fantastic 4 film)

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Would you be willing to write something for Chipp Zanuff? Maybe he got hurt trying to show off or just doing something stupid and hes being stubborn about it, acting like its fine, but the reader is still worried

٠࣪⭑RECKLESS & RESTLESS٠࣪⭑

-Reader: GEN reader -TW: slight angst (and comfort)...and Chipp being an idiot -Character: Chipp Zanuff (Guilty Gear series) -Summary: You worry about Chipp's reckless behavior -Word count : 1338 -A/N: Sure! It took me a while as always, but I hope you'll like it! He's the favourite of so many friends of mine who are into Guilty Gear eheh <3

From outside the white sterile room where he would be staying for the next two weeks, as the doctor had indicated, Chipp yawned for the fourth time since waking up from his nap. “Boringggg,” he sighed to himself, stranded on the hospital bed he was growing increasingly frustrated… the wound wasn’t even that serious! He walked away with much worse bruises, but these doctors insisted on caution.

“This is so boring.”

As he shifted his position, trying to find a more comfortable spot on that hard mattress, he craned his neck, the sound of hurried footsteps echoing in the corridor outside catching his attention. The footsteps were getting louder, perhaps it was one of the nursers who would finally bringing him some food, his stomach was rumbling.

In a fury, the door swung open, and a gust of wind nearly knocked off most of the medical equipment. The sound was so loud that Chipp's soul nearly jumped out of his skin, even though his ribs protested in pain. Squinting, he quickly recognised who was standing before him, that being none other than you. He groaned in pain, slumping back under the hospital covers, bracing himself for an endless scolding.

You stood in the doorway like a raging storm, menacingly approaching. Chipp’s eyes widened at the sight of you. With your arms crossed and a frown so deep it could cut glass, your presence was so intense it made the sterile room feel three degrees hotter, so much so that he was starting to sweat.

“What a warm welcome, h-hey,” Chipp blurted, raising both hands like a caught criminal . “I didn’t even do anything this time!”

At this point you were practically fuming.

"A little bird kindly told me everything you've been doing here instead of resting like the doctor told you a million times"

“She said I couldn’t stretch, that’s all!” he barked, as if that justified everything. “I was just trying to keep the blood flowing!”

“You’re injured BADLY, dumbass!”

“It’s just a scratch!” he protested, pointing at his bandaged side. “I’ve had worse!”

Yep, you weren’t buying it. The doctors had already shown you the scans of his cracked ribs and deep cuts. Sure, they were healing fast, but he still had to wait. You stood beside the bed, arms crossed, glaring at him as he sulked into the pillow like a grey cat being told it couldn't climb the curtains by its owner.

“You’ve been here for just one day and somehow, you’ve managed to upset almost half the staff. You can't try to exit the building through the window!”

“Mmfgh” he grumbled into the pillow, stubbornly refusing to make eye contact with you.

You stared at him, expression unchanging.

He blinked, peeking at you from the cocoon of the blanket.

You still didn’t budge.

“...I’ll shut up now” he whispered, retreating again under the cover.

── .✦

It all started exactly yesterday morning  when Chipp called you out to show off a new trick he insisted he had worked hard to master, and you were to be the first to witness it.

He looked proud,overly proud, when you crossed the steps to your shared garden. He greeted you with enthusiasm, as he was already stretching like a madman on top of the stone wall.

“Alright, alright, check this out,” he said, grin stretched ear to ear, that familiar spark his eyes when he was about to do something reckless. “This,” he gestured enthusiastically “You’ll be the first to see it. You could help me think of a name, just look, alright?”

You opened your mouth to respond , but before you could say a word, he took off. A blur of movement, faster than you expected. Amazed by his abilities, you clapped. A twist, a jump, and then…

thud.

A sickening, bone-jarring thud echoed as Chipp did not stick the landing. One second, he was midair, in the next he was tumbling over the stone wall, hitting the ground like a sack of potatoes. You stopped clapping, initially thinking it was just part of the act, yet he was not resurfacing from behind the wall. You had called out his name, heart plummeting, already running toward him.

Now, a day later, he sat sulking like a kicked puppy under bright, eye-straining fluorescent lights.

── .✦

From beneath the covers he huffed "I did look cool though"

"Yeah, like a baby chicken trying a skateboard for the first time"

That comment made him poke his entire head out from the covers, silently judging you.

Then, your voice softened, almost turning into a whisper.

“…But… I guess I am glad to see you're still all in one place and that you're getting better. That was the worst scare of my life...”

You tried not to soften immediately, but it was hard, especially with how his ears were going pink and his gaze kept flickering between you and the ceiling. For once, he looked small, curled up in that hospital bed with more bandages than he should have ever had in the first place.

Deep down, it scared you. Not because you thought Chipp wasn’t a good fighter, but you knew better than anyone how fast, how sharp, how greatly skilled he was. No, what scared you was the way he kept pushing himself, despite how many times you kept reminding him to slow down. Over and over, past his own limits, as if he didn’t care if he burned out, so long as he shone a little brighter just once more.

“And I knew what it would be like… getting attached to you” You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. “But it still makes me anxious, scared, to-”

Soon, you abruptly stopped, and what began as sniffles turned into sobs

"I get it that you're more than passionate about you showing off your skills to me, but-"

Your voice cracked, the words tangled somewhere between anger and fear, between love and helplessness.

"Will…will you promise to be careful?"

Without wasting any time, Chipp sprinted from the bed, despite still recovering, and embraced you. "You have every right to feel this way,"

A quiet moment passed between the two of you, broken by Chipp's grumble about his sore muscles. “I can’t promise I won’t screw up again, you know,” he admitted “But I promise, on my oath, I won’t overdo it. Not like today. Not again.”

You stood there in silence, your forehead resting against his collarbone as you steadied your breath and inhaled the sterile, soapy scent that permeated the air of the hospital. . The occasional tremor still shook your shoulders as he held you tighter. His fingers gently wove through your hair as he caressed the crown of your head, a tender touch that made the world outside your embrace feel a little less overwhelming.

A minute passed. 

Then another. 

And then…

"OWW"

“…ow?”

Chip let out a deep, painful groan as he buried his face into your shoulder, swear words were muffled, brows knitted, and his mouth shaped in a pout.

"Everything hurts. Damn, I've probably pulled a muscle... or two... maybe three?"

You pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, your eyes narrowing in disbelief as frustration and fear surged withing you. You held back slapping his cheek, yet again.

“Then why did you sprint!? You’ll get worse!” you exclaimed, struggling to understand his reckless act.

You stood there in silence, your forehead resting against his collarbone as you steadied your breath and inhaled the sterile, soapy scent that permeated the air of the hospital. The occasional tremor still shook your shoulders as he held you tighter. His fingers gently wove through your hair as he caressed the crown of your head, a tender touch that made the world outside your embrace feel a little less overwhelming.

“Because you were crying!” Chipp whined dramatically, hands holding her shoulders “What was I gonna do, walk dramatically and let you cry and flood the entire room??”

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…

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"Say, uhmm, wanna grab something to eat? My treat"

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thank you for the tag @amphitriteswife, you're lovely!!💜

Tagging:

@tinyy-tea-cup @shark-gutzz @togetherhearted @chocogury13kh @rukia-deja-vu @felix-krain @green-jealousy @merryghoround @bubble-magicia @steelthroat

Thanks for the tag @elizabeth-dicewielder 💚 I got a green drink yay XD

Here's the quiz, it's definitely cozy!

Tagging @fernifox @hellnohenry @marlenemckinn @blitheringmcgonagall

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“The green lanterns are cops” actually they are magical girls

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The Justice Gang

By Evgeny Yurichev

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saw superman and loved this guy

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Just so we are all on the same page, Being kind IS in FACT punk rock

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Guys i designed some lightsticks for DG (i miss kpop idol dg😞) i might make more but i couldn’t work with most of G-dragon’s clothes.

Ignore that DG looks high in the first picture😣

Yah😝

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Seeing the new Superman film was a breath of fresh air.

It was AMAZING. STUNNING. SO MANY COLOURS. SUPERMAN BEING SUPERMAN. I could yap for hours

Cmon,Marvel...at least try to get to that level. I ain't watching the Fantastic 4, even if there's Galactus...sigh

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𖹭.ᐟ GUESS 𖹭.ᐟ

-Reader: FEM reader  (This is a WLW pairing) -TW: brief subtle message,I guess?Nothing too explicit -Character: Morrigan Aensland ( Darkstalkers series) -Summary: Morrigan certainly loves to spoil her girfriend, particularly so when they "take a break" to visit famous cities across the globe -Word count : 1174 -A/N: MARRY ME PLEASE. That's it, I'm keeping her scottish accent,deal with it /j (Forgive me if there are any mistakes,,,I'm not Scottish)

Through a bustling, modern vibrant shopping district, Morrigan and her girlfriend strolled hand in hand, accompanied by the lively chatter of people and the city life. Effortlessly blending into the human world, Morrigan glanced at her partner with a playful sparkle in her eyes.

That afternoon, she wore a sleek, elegant dress, something she had bought just two days earlier during one of their usual shopping sprees. Without her bat-like wings and "demonic" features, she was easily mistaken for a normal human being. Besides her curiosity about the earth’s realm, there was only one thing she loved the most: her girlfriend.

"Ach, I never thought I'd be keen on shoppin', but wi' ye here, everythin' seems a wee bit more… temptin'."

They halted at a window display as the demon noble admired a pair of earrings that perfectly reflected the colour of her eyes.

The weather was freezing, something that Morrigan didn’t mind much. She had managed to adapt extremely well to the cold temperatures…unlike her partner, who was shivering slightly.

She watched as her girlfriend seemed to shiver ever so slightly, a small, warm smirk appearing on her lips.

"Heh, the cold botherin' ye, love?"

Her tone was playful, Morrigan's  fangs were barely showing as she smiled, awed. In all those years they were together, she always thought her girlfriend looked like those newborn kittens during wintertime.

"I'm... I'm g-good," she said through gritted teeth, struggling to find her words.

Morrigan couldn’t help but chuckle at her response in amusement, finding her slightly shivering form endearing.

"Yer shiverin' like a wee wet cat," she teased gently, her tone shifting into warm affection as she pulled her girlfriend closer, wrapping an arm around her midsection lovingly. Embarrassed, her partner tried to change the subject.

“Haven’t we shopped enough for today? We could return home and organise everything-“

Knowing very well her partner was trying to steer the conversation away, she leaned on it.

“Aye, darlin’, I've been stashin' our loot away in portals as we go"

Giving her girlfriend's shoulder a gentle squeeze, they strolled leisurely down the shopping street, a hint of satisfaction in her voice.

"Besides, this city' shops doesnae close 'til one in the morn, love. We’ve still got plenty o' time to enjoy each other’s company… and later, back at home"

That modest house was none other than the Aensland mansion. An estate so opulent it could easily  borrow a replica of the Eiffel Tower use it as a modest fountain for their garden.

An almost impish smile tugged at Morrigan's lips at the mention of their time in their "modest" mansion

"Mhm... loads o’ time tae enjoy ourselves properly, an’ I’m no’ just talkin’ about chattin’ on the couch, love.,among other delightful things."

She purred out the last part, her voice dropping to a more suggestive tone

"Still want tae binge thon show everybody’s raving about down here, nothin’ better than you, me, a couch, and a whole lotta episodes." Morrigan continued

“But since we’re still in the human world, love—wi’ all its excitement and endless possibilities—I still fancy hangin’ about the city a wee bit longer. I’ve had my eye on a bracelet that’d look absolutely perfect on that lovely arm o’ yours...mind if we make one more stop?"

── .✦

With a snap of her fingers, she warped them away, far from that town they had just visited. Sighing in relief, her human partner thought that they had arrived home, home sweet home, feet resting on that couch near the fireplace, a blanket and the TV remote near them. Instead, she blinked, confused.

She wasn’t on their couch.

She was suspended in the air, cradled effortlessly, bridal style, the gears in her brain turning.

“MORRIGAN- PUT ME DOWN!”

The succubus held her partner close, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her lips, as she looked down at her.

“No chance, love~” she chuckled

With smooth, powerful wingbeats, she ascended higher, gliding through the sky as if it were the most natural thing in the world for her.

By now, spontaneous and personal “flying tours” had become a familiar part of their relationship. Morrigan loved to surprise her lifting her into the air, carrying her felt as natural as breathing. No boring and unnecessary planes, even if first class’s seats were always tempting. She was light in her arms, weightless, even. Of course, there was a reason Morrigan was Makai’s princess, her physical strength was something that many fail to acknowledge.

With a resigned sigh, her girlfriend nestled into her embrace like a small bird, fully aware that she would never be dropped or being set down anytime soon.

“Where are we going this time?”

“Ach, just a wee surprise,” Morrigan replied, her voice laced with mystery and a hint of mischief. This earned her a side-eye from her damsel in distress. She adjusted her hold slightly, keeping her close and comfortable as the sun began its slow descent in the horizon, painting the sky in hues of tangerine and lavender.

“It’s not Paris or Rome, right?”

That drew another soft laugh from Morrigan, who shook her head in amusement, clearly entertained by the guessing game.

“Nay, not this time, we visited those two just a week ago,remember?"

Her eyes sparkled with playful secrecy, lips curling into a wider grin, excitement bubbling in her chest, eager to reveal the thrilling surprise

“Guess again.”

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By the time the other woman tried to guess again, Morrigan landed both of them gracefully on the ground.

"Close your eyes" her whisper echoed inside her head

With one hand supporting her back, Morrigan covered her girlfriend’s eyes with the other, shielding her from whatever surprise she had in store.

"No peekin’ now, love."

With careful steps, Morrigan guided her forward, leading her toward a destination known only to her.

"There. Now open them slowly," she instructed, practically buzzing with anticipation.

"Try not tae squeal too loud, love… but I’ve a feelin’ ye’ll adore it."

As Morrigan’s heart raced, she withdrew her hand, allowing her girlfriend to open her eyes and reveal the scene before them. A stunned gasp escaped her lips, her eyes widening.

"Well then, what d’ye think,?"

All around them, a chorus of fluttering bats flitted through the evening sky, each one clutching signs and glimmering purple candles that flickered mesmerically in the twilight. At the centre of the field, two more bats glided while carrying a stunning, lacey gown, one that she wanted to get her hands on many times. Her girlfriend’s eyes roamed over the setup, taking in every detail with a mix of awe and excitement. Words failed her, she could only stutter.

Circling her, Morrigan took her hand and interlocked their fingers, luring her closer to the centre of the field where the dress awaited to be worn by her darling.

With a warm, almost reverent smile, Morrigan leaned closer to her ear, amidst the soft rustle of wings, she whispered

“May I steal ye away for a dance, my darling?"

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they're sooooo prettyyyyy <3

Uhhh Artfight Attacks Part 1:

Characters by (in order) : @crowsrad , @b-leach-ed , @godsofthecatz , @monstertreden , @master-of-stupidity , ASTR0n0MICAL_, cosmicmess, @Thatlenguy , Birdookie (theyre my bestie PLEASE attack them they dont get much) , @phant0mc1d3

And if you wanna see more of my stuff and characters, my artfight is here:

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You take Guilty Gear writing requests right? Is there anywhere specific we send requests or just through asks??

Sure,I do! You can either send requests in the asks or in my dms!

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This July I plan to write at least 3 more fanfics, if I'm lucky 4, featuring Kefka Palazzo, Soundwave, Morrigan Aensland and someone from GG . This if I don't change anything in my list eheh

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There is a pro-consumer rights movement for gaming right now called Stop Killing Games. It is currently try to pass an initiative to ensure that games that you pay for cannot be rendered completely unplayable after being sold to you, please consider supporting it.

If you are an EU or UK citizen, please consider signing these petitions for your government: https://eci.ec.europa.eu/045/public/#/screen/home https://petition.parliament.uk/petitions/702074/ Otherwise, you can learn more here: https://www.stopkillinggames.com/

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Here i am once again Eden😝😝

Can i request something for a female reader who is genesis’ girl best friend. Only she’s also dating zack?

Headcanons are fine too!

~T

ᯓ"OTHER FISH IN THE SEA"ᯓ

-Reader: FEM pov -TW: none -Character: Zack Fair and Genesis Rhapsodos (Final Fantasy 7) -Summary: Being Zack's partner while being best friends with Genesis isn't an easy task... -Word count : 926 -A/N: HIIIIIII AMPHIII, ofc you can request me anything! It always makes me so delighted whenever I see your requests in my inbox! Forgive me if this took me too long 😭 I kept updating it every now and then whenever i had a small break, but now here it is, fresh and out of the oven for you💜❤️✨

Now, where to begin...

➤ Being Zack’s girlfriend is a surprisingly nice turn of events—Zack’s always the sweetest, protective in that charming, reckless way. Everyone in the HQ knows you’re both dating (that loudmouth of his is always shouting how “his days are even brighter when you’re around” to everything that breathes around him). If there’s even the slightest threat to his "precious girl," oh, he’s on it. Nuh uh, if Zack’s around, nothing bad is ever going to happen to you.

➤ Being Genesis’s girl best friend, though? That was…unexpected…?  Sure, you’ve spent countless hours listening to him recite passages from LOVELESS with an almost religious fervour, ( For real, he acts like a priest leading a mass, but that mass was only for you, with maybe Sephiroth and Angeal nearby, unfortunately.) but beneath the dramatics is someone who’s fiercely loyal,truly. He’s the kind of friend who’ll always have your back, even if he doesn’t know how to express it without get around the words and twisting them into quotes from LOVELESS.

But being THE Genesis Rhapsodos’s best friend while dating THE Zack Fair? That’s a completely different story, one you could share with your grandchildren and future generations.. As science classes taught us :

Oil and water don’t mix, and neither do they.

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The first time you mentioned your boyfriend to Genesis was during a casual and quiet moment between you two. He had nonchalantly asked for the guy’s name in the middle of rehearsing a particularly tragic chapter of LOVELESS, and you had shown up glowing. You were practically radiating joy, it was so blinding , you were starting to distract him from his read.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly suspicious of your mood and that bouquet of flowers you had previously placed on the table, their smell was beginning to annoy him too.

Then you hit him with it:

“LOOK! ZACK CONFESSED AND GAVE ME THESE FLOWERS—he remembered my favourites!”

Genesis didn’t flinch—but you could sense something. Inside, something cracked behind those narrowed eyes. He blinked twice and just scoffed.

You mistakenly took that scoff for approval…

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From that moment on, Genesis avoided saying Zack’s name like the plague. Listen to me, do NOT bring his name in any conversation with him. Why?

“Why do you still hang around that stray puppy? I bet he doesn’t even know how to load a dishwasher properly.”

“He’s literally my boyfriend!

…he only flooded the kitchen ONCE.”

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Genesis would start testing Zack whenever you least expect it, mostly whenever the three of you were together. Initially subtle, Genesis style, it became overwhelming with loaded questions, dramatic sighs, and impossible philosophical debates that neither of you asked for or could resolve. But it escalated.

Like that one time Zack forgot his wallet and couldn’t pay for your ice cream.

“Oh? Can’t afford a cone? That’s... unfortunate.”

Clearly, calling him “broke” in his unique way.

Or when Zack tripped and accidentally dragged you down with him. Yet Genesis was there to catch your wrist, yanked you upright, and let Zack eat the cold pavement.

“My bad,” he said, with zero remorse.

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Whenever you confronted him, Genesis denied any accusations.

"I was just trying to be a concerned best friend," he said, or gaslighting you "You're imagining things."

We all know Genesis is wearing red

However, once you began to express your frustration at his stubbornness, he relaxed his attitude, eventually.

(Ater one too many dramatic tosses of his red coat and several intense lectures about standards)

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Genesis's still unfortunately in that stage.

The good news is that after two months of dating Zack, he is starting to tolerate it when you mention him in your conversations!