#Also not to be uhhhh dark but

[ssreeder]

Instead of sleeping I read chapter 17 and as always GIRL IT WAS SOOO GOODDD. EVERY TIME I THINK I KNOW WHATS GOING ON YOU DO LIKE A 360 TURN.

I love Jee and Bato so much actually. Ik it’s really probable that one of them will die cause you hint it all the time so I’m scared.

Im also glad the boys are finally doing a little healing (apparently Zuko’s not doing very well According to you but shhhhh he’s fine).

When I saw the suicide tag I did a little guessing game on who it would be and I did a little preview of the chapter and as soon as I saw Ara had a POV I knew it was gonna be her. I’m glad she finally is doing something with her life and not stalking her victims!! (I have a love hate relationship with her) She’s also friends with Katara now, oh god Sokka is gonna take this so well!!!

THE CHAPTER WAS SO GOOD THANK YOU FOR MAKING IT!!! :D

Also random question, i think I was just reading to into everything but I’ve always wondered did people brush their teeth at torture murder prison? The general quality of life there was not so good so idk if they would even supply toothbrushes??? Like Ik they have way more pressing issues but imagine if all those people dying at the prison weren’t cause of torture murder but like of a gum infection. There’s no way Zuko and Sokka don’t have hella cavities. Watch Zuko’s gonna live through all this shit and die of a tooth infection at 20.

Anyways THANK YOU FOR THE CHAPTER!!!

Have a good day!!!!

AHHHHHH HIIIIII!!!

always great to hear from you & im happy my fic continues to surprise you haha.

as for Jeeto awwww our little babies I do hope nothing bad happens to them <3

Hahaha Ara 5 minutes after deciding she was going to live: Now I will find a way to make this Sokkas problem. *befriends katara*

as for your tooth question haha, Ara did mention she’s pulled a buckets worth of teeth so I am assuming most people don’t brush their teeth but Sokka was given a prison “welcome kit” that I think had a toothbrush in it… hopefully. THANKS FOR THE ASK FRIEND

[clowningaroundmars]

page full o' hobies 🎸

top pose inspired by @spectra-bear

process pics under da cut ↓

[fisheito]

i told myself that yakuei only had one position then i proved myself (sorta) wrong

my fave face here:

[lorephobic]

here are my delirious saltburn notes if anyone actually wants to see them. mostly im just laying out scene order for my own reference, but theres definitely some incoherent observation & analysis in here if any of you are crazy enough to look thru it

[trraubensaft]

GOONGALA

[snowflakeeel]

i want to read some... like good classic literature so let me know what your favorite book that you read for high school/college/university was?

[larabar]

unleashed stuff :'|

[feretra]

I am doing a doodle of Salome, nothing overly major. It’s dark as hell out though, so I can’t see shit. :/

[pencilofawesomeness]

Color Wheel Challenge: Dark Blue

Wow! Light blue was an insanely close race! All those OP lads were gunning for attention, lol, but Ortho snuck past and came out on top! Anyway, time for the darker blue counterpart~

[aleatoryw]

mmmm I've decided that the ending of dark disciple sucks

[waywardsalt]

so. i've had an idea for a warrior cats fanfiction story, and have spent the last few years hammering out characters, the clans, how they work, the story... a whole lot of stuff. i've tried writing it before, and right now i don't have a current draft of early chapters, but I did recently write out a scene from much later in the story, and i'm pretty happy with it, soooo... here! a warrior cats fic scene i wrote in like an hour a week ago

By the time she led ShadeClan to the Gathering site, Emberstar felt her anxieties lessen. Her foreleg ached from the effort of the journey, but she kept her head high. Beside her, Acornfall glanced back at their clan, then nodded over to Emberstar. He led the clan down into the Gathering hollow, and Emberstar padded over to the slope up to the leader’s perch. PineClan and CliffClan cats were already quietly milling about in the hollow, and up on the overhang she could see Lakestar and Wolfstar waiting. There was no MoorClan scent among the gathered cats.

              Emberstar made her way up the slope she’d seen Gorsestar and Froststar before her traverse. It was a thin path, slowly becoming steeper and steeper as she slunk closer to the overhang, finally reaching the steep, gravelly slope that led up to the leaders’ perch. Down at the base of the cliff, she could see Acornfall joining the other deputies with a polite nod of his head, and Troutfoot was carefully weaving her way through the crowd to meet with the other healers. Emberstar twitched her whiskers when Lakestar and Wolfstar noticed her. She crouched and tensed her back legs and leapt up the slope.

              It wasn’t enough to reach the top, but she reached out with her forepaw and sunk her claws into the loose gravel and dug her back paws into the ground to keep from slithering back down. She slowly inched forward, moving a kittenstep at a time, but she kept her eyes fixed on the other leaders, more determined than ashamed of herself. Emberstar forced herself up the slope, but her heart skipped a beat when the gravel under her paw proved too loose to get a good enough grip- so close to the top, too. What a shame she had no other forepaw to lash out and find a grip with.

              Emberstar felt herself begin to slide back down the slope, but a pair of jaws grasped her by the scruff and hoisted her up onto the overhang. She clawed at the grass and stumbled a step when let go and turned to meet Wolfstar’s amused gaze. “Careful there, three-paw,” the CliffClan leader gruffly purred. “It’s bad luck to fall at your first Gathering as leader.” She brushed past Emberstar to sit back down next to Lakestar.

              With a huff, Emberstar followed her with a shake of her pelt. “I appreciate your help, but I would have been fine on my own. I suppose I owe you now?”

              Wolfstar’s whiskers twitched. “Are you saying ShadeClan is now in CliffClan’s debt?”

              The young leaders stared at each other, then broke out into amused purrs. Lakestar rolled her eyes and wrapped her tail around her paws. “So, you are ShadeClan’s leader now, Emberstar? Or is it still Emberblaze?”

              “It is Emberstar now. I visited the Moon Cavern for my lives only a few sunrises ago.”

              “May StarClan light your path as leader, then.” Lakestar stiffly dipped her head. Despite the brusque words, there was genuine respect in her pale eyes.

              Wolfstar’s own eyes were still bright with humor. “You’ll be great, I know it. What happened to Froststar, then?”

              Emberstar narrowed her eyes and turned her gaze to the gathered cats. “I’ll explain that once the Gathering begins. MoorClan is late tonight.” She surveyed the crowd of cats, peering straight down at the huddled healers. Sitting with her back to her PineClan clanmates, Flarelight was sitting close to Troutfrost. After a moment, she gazed up at the overhang, and her eyes met Emberstar’s. Her eyes grew wide and she stared at her littermate for a long moment until another healer got her attention. Then, as if she’d seen nothing, Flarelight flicked her tail and joined the conversation. Her twitching tail-tip was the only hint that she was distracted. Emberstar blinked. She’d become leader so recently that not even the other healers knew, much less the other clans’ warriors. In the crowd of CliffClan cats, she spotted Sunscorch, sitting with his fur brushing Moonwhisper’s, his eyes wide and his body stiff while he stared at his sister up on the overhang.

              Poor Sunscorch, so softhearted under those honed claws and strong limbs- he was likely to take the news of Froststar’s death the hardest. Emberstar held his gaze, blinked slowly, and turned her head to the sky. The moon was nearly overhead, and still MoorClan was absent.

              “You ought to start the Gathering now,” Wolfstar growled to Lakestar. “It’s newleaf, after all, and if MoorClan’s late then they’re late.”

              “We should wait,” Emberstar sharply mewed. “This is my first Gathering as leader, so it would be disrespectful to me as well as MoorClan if we begin without them. It may anger StarClan as well,” she finished in a murmur, flicking her tail-tip up at the sky. Wolfstar just bushed out her stormy gray fur and huffed.

              Lakestar gazed up at the sky. Emberstar looked over at her. For so long, as an apprentice, as a warrior, as the deputy, she’d never dared to be so close to the cold PineClan leader. But now, she was barely a tail-length from the sleek silver tabby, and they sat as equals in standing. Lakestar was likely at less than nine lives and Emberstar was without a right foreleg, but they were equals nonetheless.

              She was knocked from her thoughts by Wolfstar headbutting her. The larger cat nearly shoved her off-balance. “Glad to see that we’re both finally up here. I was waiting to see when you’d catch up, three-paw.”

              Emberstar licked Wolfstar’s ear. “You know I must take things slower than you.”

              “Who’d you pick as deputy?” Wolfstar leaned over the edge to inspect the group of deputies. “Hm- Acornfall?”

              “He’s a good warrior. Older than me by four seasons, so I trust his advice and his skill.”

              “I thought you would have picked Lavenderflash. Or maybe Darknose, you two always seemed close.”

              Emberstar gazed down at Lavenderflash, spotting the pure-black molly quickly- she was almost certain there was obvious fondness in her eyes as she looked at her former apprentice. “Lavenderflash is… young and still training her first apprentice. She is a good, loyal warrior, but not fit to be deputy or eventual leader in my mind. And Darknose…” The tom was sitting at the edge of the crowd, alone. “He is a possibility, but he still mourns his brother even all these moons later, so I don’t know if he would be the best choice.”

              Wolfstar made a sniff of approval, then her gaze snapped to the far hill. A yowl rang out, and the three leaders pricked their ears and the cats in the hollow turned to see MoorClan finally arrive, led by Applestar. Emberstar sat stiffly until she spotted Glowflame in the crowd, side-by-side with Orangeclaw. He joined the cats in the hollow with his clan while Applestar broke off to climb up to the overhang, and he seemed to murmur something to Orangeclaw before she angled her ears up at Emberstar. Glowflame looked up and spotted her, and his jaw dropped open. Emberstar couldn’t help but let out a purr of affection for her brother as he gaped in amazement at her.

              Applestar greeted the other leaders when he finally joined them, nodding briefly at Emberstar, and hurriedly sat down next to Lakestar, his mottled fur standing up along his spine. The leaders gave the cats in the hollow a few moments to settle down. In that time, Emberstar saw her littermates make their ways through the crowd towards each other. By the time Lakestar threw back her head and yowled to signify the beginning of the Gathering, Flarelight, Sunscorch, and Glowflame sat huddled together with their eyes trained on their sister. Emberstar met their gazes for just a heartbeat and felt the final icicles of her anxiety melt away.

She then turned her head to watch Lakestar as she began to announce her clan’s news for the moon, and reminded herself of what she had to announce when it was her turn. She was ShadeClan’s leader, now. StarClan had approved of her. Emberstar lifted her chin and, with a deep breath, finally settled into her place at the head of her clan.

[ironasss]

scrooge mcduck says trans rights.

[nobodywhoishere]

i hate when songs that got popular on tiktok are actually good. like hmph you may be on the clock app sped up by white girls with iced coffee addictions but you're too good to not add to my spotify. dont let it happen again

[starsnheroes]

💋 Did Peter get kisses yesterday? yes. Is Peter here for more kisses from Clint? Also yes. Especially since Tumblr refuses to let you see Peter any other way.

everyone sending ‘💋’ in my inbox gets a kiss from my muse. -> still accepting

THE DAYS THAT WERE TECHNICAL WINS ⸺⸻ TECHNICALLY.

The days that were technical wins; that at the end of the day, the end of this LONG FUCKING week that was coming on at the tail end of what had been a LONG FUCKING month of things happening behind the partition, in the works and building what felt like under no one's radar. ISN'T THAT THE SAME OLD STORY?

One that's been repeated in the history books, over and over again; as an unofficial Avengers historian himself; he's positive that he could count such a thing as happening at least on the count of ten fingers and an extra hand. WILL THEY EVER? WILL THEY EVER LISTEN? It's all questions of change that pop into his head on the flight home; the hum of the quinjet having been a comfort that he had needed.

Cities saved, people on Earth, in this universe and this timeline were saved, but there's that HAUNTING CHILL clinging onto him. Being upon one of the few of the this makeshift, call any Avenger new and old to see who could show up, team. That's not how teams should be formed or made, but none of them had been active members. All reserves, and one inactive, which he's sure he can hear about the end of that with the Avengers LATER.

THEY NEEDED SOMEONE WITH A SET OF TALENTS. IT WAS AN EMERGENCY.

He was an ex-chairman himself so the Active team could BITCH at him later about that; he had his argument made. He followed most of the by-laws; and THE WORLD WAS SAVED.

THERE'S THAT HAUNTING CHILL. ⸺⸻ TECHNICALLY, WHAT A FUCKING WORD.

He was one of the few that had gazed into the MAW OF THE BEAST ; OF THE FUCKING WORLD EATER, LOOMING.

Where had any of the Alpha Flight, the Guardians of the Galaxy, any of the heroes who have been to space and like fucking space. NOW HE'S GOTTA GO TO THEM. All of them. Carol and Tony (his buddies from the exclusive club no one want to be in), any of the Thors; even Bucky fucking Barnes had been to space and seem to get something out of it.

HE DIDN'T EVEN GO TO SPACE. Yet to see the gaping jaws of something, just out there and waiting. SITTING IN JUDGEMENT, LIKE A COBRA TO STRIKE. He doesn't even know when; or perhaps it wasn't even REAL.

CALL AN EMERGENCY AVENGERS ASSMBLE.

Seven of them; there had been seven of them and they had done it. Since he's the one that called for this; than he had to do a goddamn report. FUCK STEVE ROGERS AND HIS LOVE OF PAPERWORK.

This quinjet had been a comfort; that as well as Spiderman, who thank everything did not have to bore any witness to what Clint had seen, being there. THERE'S A SLUMP TO HIS SHOULDERS. Moments that Clint can recall that he had gone silent; when the webslinger gone quiet, focused on what he needed to be doing. IT'S BEEN A LONG, SERIOUS DAY AT THE END OF LONG, FUCKING TERRIFYING WEEK.

That second comfort coming as a squeeze to his shoulder, red webbed glove lingering there, as he had settled into the pilot seat. HE NEEDED TO BE IN THIS SEAT. Keep his head on straight, flying them home. CLEAR THE VISSION FROM HIS EYES. Let this makeshift one time only performance act take their bow, and seep into their seats.

Some chatter; mostly quiet on board. HATES BEING THE RESPONSIBLE ONE. Reminds everyone to write up a report; so they can log this whole week to the active team, given the first Captain America an erection for new files to read.

A BITTER TASTE FILLS HIS MOUTH ⸺⸻ CRAVING.

The foulness of a craving; growing in his mouth as he thinks about how hard of a night this had been. Month long, to week long, to the culmination and than he knows there's more to come. CLEAN UP. AFTERMATH.

The work never end.

HE COULD GO FOR A FUCKING DRINK. Minimum of ten beers or something hard, high in content that'll lead his throat burning. KNOCK HIM THE FUCK OUT. drink, drink, drink; it always helps with sleep. After today, this night would be a hard one to go to sleep with. POTENTIALLY REAL NIGHTMARE FUEL ⸺ OUT THERE WAITING. FOR HIM.

Months, a little over a year sober, from his first relapse. THE FIRST BEING A KEYWORD BOTHER HIM. Clint was not going to. That would still only be first time. Every fiber in him knew that, fighting it; pushed the quinjets top speeds because he knew that he was popping in somewhere, to thank fuck they lived in NYC where there was at least a million people awake at late, late nights; literal twenty-four seven available meetings to find.

THE CITY ON THE HORIZON.

They land, greeted by the actives, and everyone is itching; clamoring to get out here, out of the hangar, off of the Avengers site. GO HOME. Unwind and cope. ❝ Spiderman; hold on back for a moment. ❞ UNINTENTIONAL LEADER VOICE. A little strict sounding, gravelly tone.

He can probably hear the strain to this; imagines the face under that mask. TIRED, PROBABLY WORRIED NOW. One thought on Clint's mind besides the whisperings he ignored; the fucking ironic thought of wanting to drown them; considering what IT wanted to drown him with.

THANKFUL HE HAS ANOTHER THOUGHT. Lips. His lips; and they were probably chap, the feeling of his thumb on Peter's throat as he made sure his mouthy spider in place. BOYFRIEND. Too damn lucky; a good thing.

The literal Hawkeye eye's sweep the hangar bay, checking for any eyes or straggler. EVERYONE CLEARED OUT FAST. Clint didn't blame them; he wanted to do the same thing, and he will soon. ORDER OF BUSINESS, STANDING IN FRONT OF HIM.

Thrown for a loop, when he's hugged and comforted that he's thinking the same thing as him. HE COULD KISS THE MASK; HE DOES THAT PLENTY NOW. Clint always makes sure to lower his sunglasses, primary for Spiderman to see the way he rolls his eyes, but than noticed the way his scarred lips go crooked in a smile.

FUTZING DORK OF HIS NOW.

Clint won't risk the identity reveal; always kept Peter's airtight and knew what he'd do if he was tortured about it. THANK FUCK HIS BEST FRIENDS WERE SUPER SPY ASSASSINS. Natasha, Bucky, and even Bobbi, has taught him a trick or two about withholding information while being hot iron burned.

Yet he can't help himself to going for the zipper as his hands, run up from his arms to shoulders, loosens the zipper. DRAWS HIS FINGERS ALONG THE JAWLINE. Slips a finger under to lift the mask up. JUST ENOUGH. Just enough to pull up above his lips; but no higher than that.

NEEDED THOSE, AND THEY WERE CHAP. ❝ What do you do ⸻ eat your chapsticks instead use them? ❞ A smile, just for him, DRAINED, and a little humor for the moment. Lips barely apart NOR does that last long. LIPS TO LIPS HELD LONG; LINGERING THERE.

Convinces himself ⸺ and it would be true even if right now the pit in his stomach that only wished him rot and ruin; that his lips taste so much better than quitting his sobriety. ❝ TO THINK ⸺ I could have been tasting cherry chapstick. ❞ Both hands holding at Peter's jaw, cupped tight to hold down the mask and one hand is sliding to his neck; feeling his thumb over his throat, feeling the texture of the suit, the welts of the webbing that make up his iconic design.

❝ You feeling that you need to get to MJ'S ⸺ see Mayday, stay the night? ❞ BIG WORLD SAVING DAY. That takes a lot out of anyone; and Clint knows he'll never quite be a father (last chance never happened). YET HE COULD MAKE A GUESS. He could guess, something like that, and perhaps this would have been Clint, despite how drained he was, would want to go see his baby right away. HOLD THEM.

Knows that MJ and Peter were far more communicative, very amicably divorced; and certain that her couch would be available. Checking to see where he was going home tonight; if he'd be alone in bed. IT'D BE ALRIGHT. Trying to gauge where he's taking himself.

❝ 'M OKAY. ❞ That was and wasn't a lie. AFTER SEEING THAT? No way he was okay, but he means that in different terms. Let him explain here before his bullshit is called. ❝ OR ⸻ I want, need, to go to a meeting; so I WON'T BE TO BED RIGHT AWAY. ❞ He would be okay, or at least; he's giving Peter the trusted knowledge of what he was feeling.

RAVENOUS. HUNGRY. JUDGING. HIBERNATING IN SPACE SOMEHWERE.

❝ So okay, more or less ⸻ Just text me if I'm in your bed tonight. ❞ A LITTLE PLEADING. His pride could take that; after he's sat and listened, got through the night, perhaps talked but he doesn't know who the hell he could talk about what he was privy to. Talk about how hard it was to not drink when it became the number one sleep aid for over a decade and some of his life.

THE MEETING HELPS ⸺⸻ and the text message on his phone contributes to knowing he'll be alright (at least with this). DOESN'T EVEN BOTHER TEXTING BACK.

Perhaps that he should have gone to a doctor, because everything aches and it's more than the mid-forties pushing older kind of pains. HE'LL CORRAL HIMSELF AND PETER TOMORROW TO ONE OF THE NIGHT NURSES. Getting them checked out, Night Nurse because of Peter's secret identity, and those nurses have an oath about that.

❝ MMH⸺ ❞ is the first sound that he makes after keys in door, unlocked, than relocked and suit, clothes, discarded wherever in the dark trek from the front door to Peter's bed. ARMS GOING TO SLIP AROUND HIM, KISS AT HIS NECK, JAW LIPS.

Lips that tasted like chapstick ⸻ ❝ MJ 'n' Mayday okay? ❞ Based on the text, knowing that he had to have swung by, and cares himself to know that. ❝ Didnta hafta rush 'ere. ❞ BUT HE WON'T COMPLAIN. He's got someone to hold; he's exhausted and sleep won't be coming. Yet he got someone to hold, Peter there, and he can just feel him.

Hearing aids still in, because that need for vigilance. EYES DARTING TO THE WINDOW. Curtains drawn; trying not to imagine a serpent eye watching them. ❝ Didya hafta choose COCUNUT? ❞ Complaint, against Peter's lips again, because of course he puts on chapstick and choses that.

LIPS DEFINITELY TASTE BETTER THAN DESTRUCTION.

[darkmagiciang1rl]

Okay so we know how dark magician and dark magician girl are like the whole "teacher and student" dynamic right

Me and @caziels made an au where the roles are swapped!!! (Dark magician girl as the teacher and dark magician as some really pathetic boy)

Be ready, guys.

[themyscirah]

Obsessed with the idea of Xanthe accidentally folding something/summoning something with their joss paper and then it's just like welp. I guess I have a dog now