#also if you steal this that’s fine but please tag me cause i think it’s funny

[that-bitch-kat3]

marauders era characters by my daylist:

remus lupin

[sanjisboyfie]

one piece smau: dating usopp edition

— get the amtching usernames bc usopp is a sniper - so he is cupid because he sniped readers heart just like that and theyre both madly in love w each other... everything does add uo i swear

— male reader as alllwayyyysss + i love giving usopp love bc hes so underrated not to mention easily fine as fuck (both in live action and in the anime)

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snipedbycupid: i was gonna gatekeep this photo of usopp, but decided that his beauty had to be shared w the world

tagged: cupidusopp

cupidusopp: uhmmmm sorry but i got a boyfriend, you can't jus b posting photos of me like this :///

-> snipedbycupid: fym "sorry" ??? is that what you tell other people on the street when they hit on you? "sorry but i have a boyfriend"

-> imcupid: please [name] that is NOT what i meant at all

-> snipedbycupid: so you're calling me stupid now ???

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dni_nami: okay but his hair ?? is giving

-> snipedbycupid: all he needs to do is grow his hair out longer so it can be put in a low pony UGHHH im salivating

-> cupidusopp: im taking notes rn so you never leave me

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cupidusopp: me and my boyfriend are so hot and everyone wishes they were us

tagged: snipedbycupid

snipedbycupid: im barking like a DOG rn

-> cupidusopp: wow you really know the way to a man's heart im blushin rn

robinkills: you two look quite intimidating, how cute

-> snipedbycupid: we are the baddest duo in the world everyone needs to fear us

-> dni_nami: yeah, fear the public disturbances you two cause

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princesanji: someone needs to investigate how usopp possibly pulled himself a cute boyfriend

-> snipedbycupid: you're sure you're not gay sanji? you jus called another man cute, that's pretty gay of you

-> cupidusopp: sanji's gay ass in my comment section rn tryna steal my mannn 🤦🏽‍♂️🤦🏽‍♂️🤦🏽‍♂️

-> princesanji: with this attitude i really have no idea how anyone could fall for u

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dni_nami: i hate how these two dress better than the entire friend group without even trying

tagged: snipedbycupid and cupidusopp

cupidusopp: me n my baby gotta showout if the rest of u guys are gonna dress bummy af

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snipedbycupid: HE LOOKS EXTRA FINE IN THESE PHOTOS YALL THAT'S LITERALLY MINNEEE THATS MY BABBYY

-> cupidusopp: no way u got me kickin my feet n blushing like a school girl rn 🤭🤭

-> cupidusopp: also you look so FINE here stfu

ttchopper: i want to dress like usopp and [name]! they're so cool

-> roro.zoro: as long as you dont develope their level of stupidity, chopper, i say go for it

-> snipedbycupid: always gotta b the most unhinged shit coming from u zoro

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snipedbycupid: the little details of dating usopp <3

tagged: cupidusopp

cupidusopp: please i think i would die for you this is so serious

-> snipedbycupid: LMFAOOA USOPP STOP

roro.zoro: so you guys skipped gym to go on a date? im never inviting you guys again

-> snipedbycupid: did not mean to break ur heart today zoro pls forgive us

freeluffy: BEST FRIENDS ARE IN LOVE BEST FRIENDS ARE IN LOOOOOVVVEEEEE USOPP AND [NAME] SITTING IN A TREE, K I S S I NG !!!

[liked by snipedbycupid, cupidusopp, and 70 others]

-> princesanji: how old are you????

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cupidusopp: boyfriends that pee together stay together !!!

tagged: snipedbycupid

dni_nami: the internet did not need to see this

-> cupidusopp: someone jelly that they're still single yawnnn

dr.law: this is so unsanitary, i need u both to delete yourselves

-> snipedbycupid: a doctor encouraging something as extreme as this, a shame what our generation has become

-> dr.law: you're the one posting yourself urinating for all to see.

freeluffy: hey where's my photo creds!! i had to stand on the toiler and take a picture over the stall for this angle!!!

SUPERCOLA: usopp had a vision and i can appreciate this - it's borderline art, guys

-> snipedbycupid: we knew you'd get it franky

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cupidusopp: i don't get mushy about me and [name]'s relationship often, but this man genuinely is my entire world and i love him so much and not a day goes by that where im not grateful that we have each other <333 i wanna share every single laugh w u, happy 2 years [name]

tagged: snipedbycupid

cupidusopp: I HATE HOW CHEESY THIS IS BUT HES MY POOKIE FR

robinkills: you two are so cute when you're not posting yourselves urinating on social media

-> cupidusopp: PLEASE ROBIN UNDERSTAND THE VISION !!!

skullnsoul: your guys' relationship is so cute because it's a perfect balance of everything you need in a healthy relationshp and im glad you two found each other

[liked by roro.zoro, princesanji, dni_nami, and 100 others]

-> sniperbycupid: awww brook you sound like such a wise old man, me and usopp love u v much thank u

dni_nami: my best friends are so cute UGH i hate u two

SUPERCOLA: i cant believe its been only 2 years it feels like you two have been tgt since forevverrr

-> cupidusopp: thatd b my bad bc ive had a crush on him since we met and i dont think i hid it very well at all.

snipedbycupid's story

WE ARE THE SEXIEST COUPLE KNOWN TO MAN

cupidusopp replied to your story: sorry im coming over rn bc !!!! u look too good in this photo to ignore i cant do this see u in 10

[joltyflare]

Keep The Lights On (Sun X YN)

A very tragic short story in which Sun befriends Y/N when they wander into the Pizzaplex after it is abandoned, only to have Y/N be killed by Moon.

Warning: You die brutally by Moon's hands and Sun gets very sad.

(Also, I'd love to see fanart of my angsty stories so feel free to draw some and tag me!)

When the building had been abandoned so suddenly, Sun hadn't known what to think. Where had everyone gone? Why had the employees stopped showing up? Where were the kids he was supposed to look after? What was going on?!

These were questions that he hadn't gotten an answer to. He'd peeked outside the daycare to see that everything else had fallen into disrepair. The Pizzaplex really had been abandoned and he didn't know why. He did, whoever, know that it had been in this state ever since an earthquake had ravaged the building, causing even some parts of the daycare to collapse while damaging him in the process. After this, a crew had come into the daycare to remove all the balls from the ball pit and even take some things with them but they'd been in a hurry and hadn't even come back for the rest of their stuff. They had also ignored the daycare attendant and had ordered him to just stay out of their way...which was the type of treatment he'd grown used to from the employees.

Sun was trying his best to keep the generators throughout the daycare going. He didn't want to lose himself to Moon. Yet it was growing harder and harder for him to do this. Some of the generators had been damaged and sometimes Moon did manage to take control and turn them off, only for Sun to manage to quickly steal control back when he made the mistake of stepping into an area that was a little too bright. He felt miserable and alone. His pain receptors ached at times, reminding him of the damage he'd received that would seemingly never be repaired and only got worse as time went on. Whenever Moon took control, he did reckless things that damaged the daycare attendant's body further.

Then, one day, when Sun was pacing in some light cast by the generators in the daycare, you came along. You saw him there and approached him, able to see that the animatronic was suffering. You were there to explore the Pizzaplex just like many other curious people did. You made it to the daycare and saw that the former daycare attendant was still there and wasn't handling his abandonment well.

"New friend?!" Sun exclaimed when he saw you. "C-come into the bright spot, please!"

You did as you were told and Sun skipped right over to you, putting his hands on his shoulders. The tips of some of his fingers were sharp, as the casing that had covered the endoskeleton was missing in some spots. "New friend, y-you're the first person I've seen here in a long time! What's it like outside the Pizzaplex? I-is everything okay? Was it only us who were abandoned?"

You told him that everything else was fine and that the earthquake had only damaged the Pizzaplex, leaving every animatronic and attraction within it to be abandoned.

"O-oh." Sun released your shoulders. "I see. Oh dear..." He gave his head a shake and looked at you. "B-but I'm glad to see a new friendly face around here! You'll be my friend, right? Right?"

He leaned so close to you that his face became a blur. But you could see that his body was trembling and his rays were going in and out. He was clearly desperate. Clearly lonely.

You told him you would gladly be his friend.

"Oh, oh, good, good!" He clapped his hands together loudly and skipped back a few steps. "It'll be so nice to have someone here! My first friend in a long time! But...oh...there is one thing to keep in mind."

He took a few steps closer so that he was in your face again. His smiling faceplate was inches away from your nose. "Whatever you do, keep the lights on. Do whatever it takes to keep these generators running...and start by not touching them. Is that understood?!"

You assured him you'd keep the lights on and not do anything to the generators.

After this, you visited the Pizzaplex very often. You always managed to evade the other animatronics who wandered the place and reached the daycare without much trouble. Somedays you didn't even counter the other rogue animatronics. In return for your daringness, you were rewarded with Sun's friendship.

You and Sun had a lot of fun moments together. You mostly made Paper Pals and played with them. Despite the fact it was a childish thing to do, Sun seemed to have enough maturity to make it fun even for an adult. You learned that there was a lot of depth to his personality. You learned that he didn't like being ignored and that he had also been neglected by the staff before the place had been shut down. You also learned about Moon, and that he was an evil side of the daycare attendant that would come out when the lights turned out. Moon scared him so much that he hated talking about him, yet he made a point to consistently warn you to never turn the lights off or try going anywhere in the daycare where it was dark.

Another thing you learned was that Sun could be very overbearing. One time, when you'd been running away from a very uncoordinated and damaged Glamrock Chica on your way to the daycare, you'd tripped and scraped your knee. When you got to the daycare, Sun had noticed immediately and had fussed over your injury.

"Oh, Y/N, you need to be more careful! T-this place is dangerous right now!" He said as he looked at your scrape, his rays going in and out of his head. His fingertips hovered above your knee but didn't touch it. "Oh dear, stay right there and don't move, okay? I have some Fazbear bandaids!"

You tried to argue that it wasn't a big deal and that you didn't need any bandaids but he didn't care. He came back and gently applied a bandaid to the part of the scrape that had bled. "There, there, see? You'll be good as new soon! Now, please stay still! Today we will not be doing too much. You need to rest and not move until you feel better, best friend! Of course, I know you're not stupid and you certainly won't pick at your bandaid but still. It's better to be safe than sorry."

He then proceeded to chastize you for being reckless and informed you to take your safety more seriously when you giggled at him.

You had many moments with Sun where you realized how much you cared about him. You also realized he cared about you. He seemed desperate to not want you to leave him alone for good ever. Some days he didn't even want you to leave the daycare at all. You also didn't have the heart to tell him just how dangerous the rest of the Pizzaplex was. He knew about the disrepair but you didn't want him to find out about the other animatronics who were just as feral as he said Moon was.

One day, however, all this changed.

Your life would be cut short.

The generators within the daycare seemed to be faulty or, at the very least, unreliable. Two of them had shut off and Sun had been remaining in a corner of the daycare where the only remaining one- aside from one in the loft above the main area- worked. He said he didn't know if they'd been broken and insisted on you staying with him in that corner whenever you visited.

But, one day, while you were hanging out in that corner making Paper Pals and doing little puppet shows with them, the light flickered...then it went out.

When it did, you were unprepared for Sun's transformation. It happened so fast. First he was screaming for you to run away, then he was grappling with himself, trying not to change.

Then he was Moon.

Moon was just as terrifying as Sun had warned you about. He climbed on top of the table you'd been sitting at and crouched on all fours like some sort of deranged animal. "Naughty naughty."

That was all it took for you to run, just as Sun had ordered. You booked it over to the entrance of the daycare, your heart thundering in your chest. As you did so, you wondered if you'd ever be able to return... No, no, you had to return! Sun was your friend now. Even if those lights stayed off you had to find a way to turn them back on! Surely the generators just needed a bit of tampering, right? Maybe there was a reason for them all turning off and they weren't broken.

As you neared the exit of the daycare, you thought you could easily outrun Moon. After all, you'd been able to outrun the other animatronics that roamed the Pizzaplex. But you weren't prepared for his swiftness and agility. Without warning, a shadow soared over your head. Then Moon was in front of you, his red eyes piercing through the darkness as he stared at you.

"Where do you think you're going, Naughty One?" His faceplate spun as he stepped towards you with his hands in front of him, wriggling his fingers.

You immediately whirled around and raced back to where you'd been doing crafts with Sun. As you did so, you saw the light there flicker on and off for a brief moment. It was brief but it gave you hope. The generator was faulty but it could still produce light! Maybe if you got there in time, the light would be enough to cause Moon to change back into Sun. Then you two could deal with the generator and make sure it turned on. Maybe even fix the others.

The light flickered off and on again. You ran beneath it. As you did so, you saw that Moon hadn't chased you underneath it. He was prowling around the edges like a wild animal, chuckling evilly at you.

"The light won't stay forever, Naughty One," Moon sneered in his gravelly voice. "They will turn off...and you will nap forever!"

Then the light did flicker off.

You didn't have time to react. Moon was pouncing on you instantly. He threw you to the ground and raised one hand, extending his fingertips. They were so sharp now that there were practically no casings on them and they were essentially claws. Before you could even cry out in terror, he slashed them through your neck, delivering a fatal, bloody blow.

Unfortunately for Sun, he witnessed the entire thing through the eyes of Moon. He could see everything, as usual, and couldn't fight back in any way. He had to witness Moon's claws ripping open your throat, causing blood to pour out on the floor surrounding you. He had to watch as the life drained from your eyes. Moon threw his head back and cackled once you were dead.

Then the light turned back on.

Moon transformed into Sun, snarling as he grappled with him for control but was ultimately unable to stop the transformation.

Sun immediately crouched over your body.

"Y/N? B-best friend?!" He exclaimed as he looked down at you. When you didn't move, he let out a wail. His voice quivered with panic. "Best friend?!"

In a frenzy, he tried to shake your body, which only led to more blood gushing out of your throat wound. He shrieked in horror and set you down, his rays going in and out. He was desperate now.

The light stayed on. But that barely mattered now. He knew you were dead. Against all hope, despite his desperation, there was no saving you.

He got onto his knees and groaned, looking down at you. There was nothing he could do. He could feel grief flow through his circuits. Grief mixed with rage. How could that have happened?! He'd been too careless! If he'd allowed you to go turn on the other generators or fix them, this wouldn't have happened. If he hadn't allowed you to get so close to him this wouldn't have happened!

He hated his life. He hated his animatronic existence and how miserable it was due to Moon. Due to the way they functioned.

As he looked down at you, he realized he could never let this happen again. Not just the death, of course- he thought that every time someone died -but he couldn't let someone get close to him like this. No matter how much he wanted a friend, he couldn't!

After this event, he made the decision to hide in his loft beneath a small patch of light. He didn't want anyone to get close to him ever again, even if he sometimes allowed them to screw around with arts and crafts.

THE END

[ynscrazylife]

If requests are open, sorry its another long ass anon prompt, i should call my self sushi at this point.

How about Yn, Stark try to help out on a mission but her dad says its to dangerous. The thing they are working on could kill someone, and yn wants to make sure everyone is safe. She can help, she knows she can. But Stark asks Peter Parker to get her out of there and then he is placed on "baby sitting duty" even though they are both in High school.

Cue yn trying to get back to help using any means necessary and peter trying his best to keep her away from something dangerous. He's trying to calm her down from the incoming panic attack, but she cant seem to breathe. Can't Peter see that her dad is probably going to die? She loves peter but she cannot lose her dad. Everything fades to black.

Yn wakes up in her room after passing out from The panic attack. The whole team is fine, they saved the day. Yn is crying from all of the stress of suddenly being awake after that event when peter cuddles her.

Basically all the angst, with all the fluff right after.

Thanks again 🍣🍣🍣

To be a Hero

Summary: Peter comforts you when your dad and the Avengers are in danger.

Authors Note: I’ve never had a panic attack before so I’ve tried to write it as accurate as I can. Please let me know if I’ve made any mistakes!

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“You know, this feels like our first Avengers mission all over again,” Tony said in a dramatic voice as he fires his repulsers.

“If only it was because we were getting shawarma and not fighting another one of Thor’s murderous siblings,” Natasha deadpanned.

You bit back a small laugh as you entered the fight. Thor’s sister Hela had made her presence on Earth with an army of horrid creatures at her beckoning and the Avengers were there to do what they do best, defend and avenge. While the whole team, including your boyfriend Peter, had suited up at the tower, Tony had specifically told you not to get involved. You were only a few months in to being an Avenger and he thought it was too dangerous for you.

But, it took was one override code of FRIDAY’s system to get out of the tower.

“Hey! Technically, Loki was mind-controlled by Thanos,” Thor grumbled.

You smiled, sneaking around a city block before hitting one of the creatures square in the chest. You had a suit that you had designed with your dad along with some pretty cool energy powers.

Unfortunately, the creature didn’t go down with just one blast. You frowned as it growled and turned towards you, starting to advance. The team continued to chatter on comms, trying to keep on joking in order not to think about all the damage Hela was doing. It was nearly getting to be worse than the damage Loki once caused.

It wasn’t letting up, despite your continued blasts. It’d get hit in the face and shake it off (quite literally with a shake of its head). Your heartbeat went off the charts as you stumbled back, panic rising in your chest and your mouth going dry. Shit. This wasn’t going to be the end, was it? That stupid thing wasn’t letting up! It was getting far too close now and you were a second away from going on comms to admit defeat and call for help when suddenly, a blur of red flashed in front of you and then, strong arms wrapped around you.

You let out a shriek as your feet left the ground. “Shh, shh, it’s me,” the familiar voice of Peter soothed you and you calmed down instantly, your arms wrapping around him as he swung onto the rooftop on the nearest building. When you landed, Peter rubbed your back and held you close as he waited you to calm down and get your bearings.

“Thanks,” you whispered, your cheek pressed against his chest, a little embarrassed that he had to come and save the day.

“You know there’s no need to thank me,” Peter assured you in a warm voice, lightly chuckling. After a second, he pulled back and lifted up his mask for a second. “Babe, what are you doing here? Your dad told you stay in the tower.”

You pouted at him. “I want to help, Pete! The whole team’s here, I don’t want to be stuck in the tower,” you said, wanting him to understand.

And oh, he did. He had been unable to attend a lot of the missions when he first started out as an Avenger. He had been annoyed much like how you were now, but he had grown to see that it was for the best. “Y/N, you know we have to tell your dad,” he told you.

Your jaw dropped. “What? No!” You exclaimed, trying to stop Peter from telling KAREN to alert Tony. “What are you doing?!”

Peter finished speaking to KAREN and gave you a knowing look. “Tony would find out sooner and later and I’m not taking the fall,” he said.

You opened your mouth to protest even more, but was cut off by the sound of your dad’s voice. “Y/N Stark!” Tony said, his voice vibrating through both yours and Peter’s comms. “What were you thinking? You know you’re not trained enough to come on this type of a mission.”

“Dad—” you began, not even sure how you were going to defend this.

“No, I don’t want to hear it,” Tony snapped, catching you off guard. Damnit, he really was not happy. Peter squeezed your hand comfortingly. “I’m taking away your ability to override FRIDAY’s codes for now. Peter, please take Y/N back to the Tower. You can return to the fight after.”

You looked away, hot tears of frustration pooling in your eyes. Deep down, you knew that he was justified in this decision, but that didn’t take away your anger or your want to help. “You’re going to take me back to the tower, aren’t you?” You muttered. You didn’t mean to take this out on Peter, but this was one of the times where his loyalty to your dad was working against you.

“Hey,” Peter said gently, grasping your chin in the palm of his hand turning your head so your guys’ eyes met. He titled his head to the side, giving you a knowing but loving look that never failed to make your heart melt. “You know I have to take you back. But you can go to the lab, work on upgrades for your suit, and I promise the fight will be over in no time.” You nodded slowly, not quite believing him even though you wanted to.

Smiling at you, Peter wrapped his arms around you and lifted you into his arms. Usually, his words always did the trick to calm you down, and while he did help to prevent your tears from falling, you couldn’t shake the storm of anger and helplessness that was brewing inside your body.

You were almost like a rag doll in his arms, for once not terrified of Peter swinging you through the streets. Instead, you zoned out, unable to stop the scenarios of your dad and the Avengers getting gravely injured or killed from flashing through your head. You imagined your dad dying and the last thing you said being an argument. It wouldn’t stop and the more the images came, the more tense and frightened you became.

//

It was blatantly obvious for Peter that something was off, something was different. The only time he heard Tony speak like that was when the man had taken his suit away. Plus, when he carried you through the city with his webbing, you were usually clinging to him and letting out squeaks of exhilaration and nervousness. Now, you are still holding onto him tightly, but had gone silent.

He landed on the balcony outside your room, opening your door and leading you inside with his hand bracing your back. He could see clearly that you were deep inside your thoughts and it sent a ripple of pain through him. When the two of you got to the lab, Peter maneuvered himself to stand in front of you, his hands on your shoulders.

“Do you want me to get you water or something? I don’t want to leave you yet,” he said, biting his bottom lip in obvious worry for your state.

The switch from silence to hysteria stunned Peter for a second, but he snapped out of it when your panic didn’t cease. You struggled to control your breathing, body beginning to shake. A sob escaped you and you covered your mouth with your hands. “Y/N, take a deep breath for me,” he said firmly but kindly, mimicking one.

You shook your head so quickly and strongly that it made you dizzy. “I can’t—I can’t—” you wheezed, nearly choking on your sobs.

"Yes, you can. I know it doesn't feel like it, but you can," Peter said, but when he started to see that this wasn't working, he switched tactics. "Come on, let's sit you down."

He tried to maneuver you to the couch, but that backfired almost immediately. Your nails dug into his suit so forcefully that it was enough to make him pause and look back on you. The color had drained from your face and you looked absolutely terrified, a dazed over look in your eyes. "Y/N? Y/N!" He exclaimed, panicking.

You opened your mouth, and that gave Peter hope, but only a small noise, almost a whimper, left your lips before you were falling. What Peter didn't know was that when he tried to move you, he had unintentionally made the dizziness so much worse. That, combined with all five of your senses feeling like they were on fire, was too much for your body to handle at the moment.

Peter's eyes went wide as you dropped quite literally into his open arms. With one hand cradling your head, pressing it against his shoulder, he half-pulled, half-dragged you over to the couch. "Sorry," he couldn't help but apologize, seeing your feet drag.

He got you over to the couch and laid you down, brushing your hair out of your face. At the very least, you looked calmer now, but Peter would much rather you be conscious than unconscious. "FRIDAY, what do I-?" He started to ask, but the A.I was already ahead of him.

"While I cannot diagnose anyone, it appears that Y/N was displaying symptoms of a panic attack and lost consciousness as a result. The best course of action would be to monitor Y/N closely," FRIDAY said.

Peter was no fan of hearing the words panic and attack together, but it did soothe him to know that he didn't have to call 911 or bring you to the hospital. "Thanks," he murmured, watching you for a second. He let out a shaky breath, running his hand through your hair and his thumb over your forehead and cheeks like he knew you liked. A smile came to his face when he remembered how you'd blush normally.

He considered having FRIDAY tell Tony and the team that he wouldn't be going back to the fight, but that would just mean that he'd have to explain and he knew that everyone would be distracted and too worried about you (especially Tony). He sat back, trying to wait as patiently as he could, but couldn't shake the feeling of the need to do something to help or comfort you.

Eventually deciding that you'd be more comfortable on your bed than the touch, Peter scooped you up in his arms again. He tried to pretend that you were just sleeping in his arms, not unconscious, and that brought another soft smile to his lips. He tucked you into bed, not caring that he very much resembled a mother hen right now.

Once he deemed you all cozy, propped up by an absurd amount of pillows and wrapped in fuzzy blankets, Peter decided to change out of his suit. He made FRIDAY swear to alert him if anything about your condition changed, though. After switching to an Avengers sweater and grey sweatpants, Peter made a quick detour to the kitchen to grab you a glass of water and your favorite snack.

As he was walking back into your room, though, Peter saw you start to stir. He quickly put down the water and snack, hurrying to your side and taking a seat on your bed. He placed his hand over yours, smiling as he watched you wake. You looked around, a bit confused at first, before your gaze settled on your boyfriend.

"Peter?" You mumbled, starting to feel a bit nervous as your head was all foggy from fainting.

"Hi," he said sweetly. "You're okay, babe. We're in your room. You fainted. Take a deep breath with me, okay?"

You managed to do that. Peter drew back the covers and slid into bed beside you, wrapping his arms around you as he held you.

"You-you shouldn't be here. My dad-" you began to say.

"-Will be fine. So will the team. I'm right where I need to be, darling," Peter said, keeping his voice calm, gentle, and smooth.

You let out a small puff of air, pausing before speaking again. "He's so mad at me. I-I wanted to help. I'm supposed to be a hero, but I'm not even good enough to stop some creature on my own," you whimpered. As your tears started to come, Peter didn't try to stop them. He knew you needed to let it all out.

Rubbing your arm soothingly. Peter waited to speak. "It was a misunderstanding, Y/N, and you are a good hero-" he began.

"You have to say that, you're my boyfriend," you pouted.

Peter chuckled lightly. "It's true. You are the kindest hero I've ever seen. Some missions just require a little more training and that's okay, it doesn't make you any less of a hero," he said.

You nodded, leaning your head back against his chest. Peter happily continued to rub your arm and hold you.

"I'm still worried about my dad and the team," you whispered.

"I know," Peter whispered back, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. "But if something happened, we'd have heard right now, so try to rest your head, m'kay?"

You nodded again, even if you weren't quite certain that you'd be able to do that. Peter grabbed the water and the snack, passing it to you. That instantly made you smile and you thanked him before practically devouring it. Peter put the glass back on the table when you were done.

The two of you sat there for a while, both happy and content to enjoy each other's presence. After a bit, Peter glanced down and grinned when he saw you asleep. This was like heaven to him, with how cute you were and how he was able to hold and cuddle you.

He ended up losing track of time but soon enough. FRIDAY was quietly alerting him that the team had returned, unharmed.

"Can you tell Tony to come up to Y/N's room?" Peter asked.

A couple minutes later, the man was walking in, still in his suit but without his helmet. "I know you're probably still mad-" he began, running a hand through his hair, only to be cut off by Peter's "shh". He glanced up, not expecting to see the sight he saw. He walked over. "What's going on?"

"Y/N's asleep. Had a panic attack and fainted earlier. Y/N was really scared that something would happen to you and the team," Peter explained.

Tony softened and with a small sigh, sat down. He looked at his sleeping teen, smiling warmly. "Alright. We can talk later. Take good care of my kid, alright Parker?" He whispered, slowly rising from the bed.

"You got it," Peter promised. He'd always take good care of you.

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[nat-stimmy]

so ive been seeing more and more uncredited / poorly credited stimboards in the stim tag and it's been bugging me, so i decided to put together a post about some things i think newer stim blogs should know!

CREDITING:

- DO NOT USE PINTEREST AS A SOURCE. DO NOT EVER USE PINTEREST AS A SOURCE. Pinterest is full of reposted gifs that other people have made (including my own!) that have been posted there without their permission. it's just not a good way to credit people, because you are using stolen gifs. Find your gifs on Tumblr. - DO NOT USE UNCREDITED STIMBOARDS AS A SOURCE. if you cannot find the gif ANYWHERE ELSE then either use a reverse image search engine like tineye to find the source or use another gif. sometimes posts just disappear and blogs delete and gifs get lost. it's sad but it happens and the next best thing is to figure out what video it was from and gif it yourself. - DO NOT POST YOUR STIMBOARD BEFORE YOU HAVE CREDITED THE GIFMAKERS. No, you can't say "dm for credit!" or "Lost the sources, sorry, but its too pretty not to post!". Credit your sources. Blogs like mine put effort into making sharable stim gifs for you and we would appreciate a "thank you" in the form of a link back to the post you found the gif from. Otherwise you're just stealing it. - DO NOT USE ART YOU HAVE NOT MADE FOR THE MIDDLE IMAGE, EVEN IF YOU CREDIT. While gifmakers' content is made to be shared and used in this way, general art is not. the artist will not appreciate their art being stolen. if you have express permission from the artist, then it's fine. but do not presume that Just Crediting Is Enough.

DNI BANNERS:

BE AWARE OF YOUR FONT + COLOR CHOICES AND TEXT SPACING. Certain fonts are harder for people to read and certain color combinations can cause eye strain and headaches, and with smaller banners with long DNI lists sometimes words get cut off or moved and make people read it wrong. Just a bad time all around. Don't have much advice for this, just don't use bright colors on bright colors, or pastels on pastels and use a plain text font instead of a fancy Aesthetic one.

DO NOT ADD YOUR DNI BANNER TO POSTS THAT ARE NOT YOURS. I can't believe I have to say this but if a post does not originate from your blog, you do not get to add your banner to a post by reblogging it to your blog. That is incredibly rude. What if the person you're reblogging from has different boundaries than you? Be considerate.

BE SPECIFIC. "weirdos / freaks dni" is not good because nobody knows what you're talking about, and also yknow. the word "freak" is ableist and maybe not the best choice of words here. You might as well just not use a banner at all at that point. There's a similar issue to "Basic DNI criteria" because there is no basic DNI criteria. it's different for everyone. List your boundaries plainly and accessibly. That's about all I can think of for now, but this post may be updated or added onto! Please spread this around!

[vodika-vibes]

“Clothes.  Off.  Now.” and Boss pretty please 🫣🥺

I‘m just down bad for this man, he exudes BDE

Dance the Night Away

Summary: You bought a new outfit and Boss wants to see it.

Pairing: Clone Commando Boss x F!Reader

Word Count: 899

Warning: Smut, dom/sub relationship

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: I hope this is close to what you wanted. (I'm also down bad for Boss, which is weird cause I definitely thought I'd be down bad for Sev.)

“How about we go out to the club this evening?” You say to Boss as you hop over the arm of the couch to settle next to your boyfriend, who immediately tugs you so that your head is resting on his chest.

“The club?” He shoots you an amused look, “I thought you didn’t have anything to wear to the club.” Boss adds as he smooths his hand down your spine, pressing you closer to him.

“I bought something.” You reply with a pleased smile.

“Did you?”

“Mmhmm,” You kiss his jaw, “It’s super cute.”

“Is that right? Well, why don’t you put it on so I can see.” Boss offers.

“It’s meant to be worn at the club, not around the house.” You say in return.

“Come on, cyare, let me see it. It wouldn’t be nice to surprise your poor old boyfriend with an outfit.” Boss teases.

You huff out a laugh, “Fine. Let me up and I’ll go and put it on.”

“In a second,” He replies as he catches your lips in a deep kiss, leaving you hazy eyed and breathless, “Okay, you can go now.”

“Maybe one more kiss?” You try to wheedle out of him.

“Mm…” He leans in so that his lips are hovering over yours, “You can get another kiss after I see that pretty new outfit of yours.”

You pout at him, but slide off of the couch and head into the bedroom, taking care to shut the door behind you. In the back of your closet, where Boss never looks, is a dark green and black corset type top and a cloth mini-skirt. You pull both of those on, as well as the matching stockings you bought for this specifically, and then you spin in front of the mirror.

You hope he likes it.

Once you’re sure everything looks like it’s supposed to, you open the bedroom door and step into the living room. “Well, what do you think?” You ask as you step to the side of the couch.

Boss’ gaze slides down your body, his gaze darkening as he takes in every inch of your new outfit. He doesn’t say anything as he pushes to his feet and walks over to you, but there’s a small little grin playing on his lips.

“Boss?” You ask, your voice soft, and a little nervous.

His rough, calloused fingers glide across some of the lace at the top of your shirt, and his gaze lifts to meet yours, his small grin growing, “Oh, cyare,” His voice is almost a purr, and liquid heat shoots down your spine. “You look good enough to eat.”

Your face heats, but you’re unable to tear your gaze away from his. “You like it then?”

He chuckles low in the back of his throat, “Clothes. Off. Now.” Boss orders softly, his fingers light at the base of your throat. “Or I’m going to ruin them.”

Your fingers immediately move to your skirt, and you slowly unzip it, allowing it to slide down your legs until it’s pooled at your feet. You keep your eyes on Boss, even as you open your shirt, and allow that to fall to the ground as well. 

“All of them, cyare.” Boss keeps his voice soft, and his fingers lazily glide across your collar, before settling back at the back of your throat.

He watches as you peel your stockings off, and he watches as your bra and underwear join the rest of your clothes on the floor. And it’s only when you're totally naked that he kicks the piles of clothes to the side, and pulls you into a breath stealing kiss.

“Such a good little cyare,” Boss murmurs against your lips, “Are you going to be a good girl for me?”

“Yes,” You whisper breathlessly.

“Yes…?” He arches a single brow.

“Sir. Yes sir,” You correct quickly.

He smiles lovingly, “Good girl.” Boss quickly peels his clothes off, tossing them to join your clothes in a pile on the other side of the room, and he slides a warm hand down your body to slide between your legs, “My needy girl is already so wet,” he teases gently. 

You release a quiet moan at his touch, and lean into his touch.

Boss smiles at you adoringly, and lightly flicks his thumb across your clit, pulling a louder moan from your lips, “How do you want me, pretty girl?” He asks softly, “Do you want to be in my lap? Do you want me to take you from behind?”

“Want-” You cling to his arms, “want to see you,” You finally manage to get out.

“In my lap it is then,” He pulls his fingers away from you and presses the same fingers against your lips, which you immediately part to lick them clean. “Such a good girl.” Boss purrs, his gaze dark as he watches you, “Doing just what I ask.” He pulls his fingers away and sits back down on the couch, “Come here, cyare. I’m going to give you what we both need.”

You immediately climb onto his lap, and he settles you right over his hard cock, though he doesn’t slide into you right away, instead he smiles at you and pulls you into a deep kiss.

And you know, right then, that he’s going to spend the rest of the day driving you insane.

[vipower001]

DC x DP crossover (Victorian gothic styled Danny) pt2: (part 1 https://at.tumblr.com/vipower001/part-1/mn9ekooby0fo )

I just cried for a solid two hours over my math midterm, Not sobbing, oh no, no no no, I was laughing and crying, if I didn't have tears quietly running down my face then you would have thought I just heard the funniest joke...anyway, my mother told me to go study my other class but I think I would actually have a break down if I did so I am instead giving yall the long-awaited and much asked for part two of my victorian styled Danny phantom.

Also, I want this to be clear that yall are freely allowed to "steal" this idea. Want to make a fanfic about this? Go for it. Want to make your own crossover idea with this? Go for it. Want to do ANYTHING with this idea? GO FOR IT!!!! cause this will go absolutely nowhere with me. Just remember to at least tag or mention me/the original post. Thanks, now on to what yall've all been waiting for

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Danny has been alive for a while now so he has some money saved up under the guise of it being an inheritance. He also has some money from Vlad that he was given. So what is an immortal 23-year-old to do with all this bank??? Why buy a nice BIG manor of course! So Danny moves into his new home and guess who it neighbors? The Wayne manor.

Bruce hears about a new neighbor and good-old-Brucie Wayne being the good neighbor decides to take his youngest with him to greet this new person (the other bats weren't staying at the manor at that time). So Bruce goes and knocks a the front door expecting a housekeeper or someone who works for this new Neighbor, only for him to be surprised by the unknown meta that saved him in the ally.

He is shocked and all training and discipline are thrown out the window because he can finally get a good look at the meta without the darkness of night and shadows of the ally and, holy fuck, they look so much like his father. Bruce is just standing there with wide eyes and mouth agape for a few minutes until he is shaken out of his shock of seeing a younger version of his father by said impersonator when they cleared their throat to draw his attention.

" Are you ok?" They ask "It looks like you saw a ghost," They say with a chuckle like they just told a joke only they could understand.

Finally out of his shock bruce puts on his Brucie face and while chucking himself, though it is to get rid of the tension, says "I'm sorry, you just look like someone I used to know."

"I must just have that face I suppose. Is there something I could help you with today?" says the stranger

"OH YES, how could I forget our sole purpose of coming here! I'm Bruce Wayne and this is my youngest Damian, we heard that you recently moved in, and since we are neighbors we thought it be polite to say hello."

"That's very kind of you, My name is Danny, Danny Nightengale Fenton it's a pleasure to me the both of you"

'So the mystery meta's name is Danny' thought Bruce 'Now I have a name to search up.'

"Would you like to come inside Big Wayne and Little Wayne?"

Damian scoffs at being called little, turning his nose up to him and leveling Danny with a glare that says it all. Danny just laughs at his expression, filling Damian with more reasons to stab the man. Because, if his father was so startled to see this man then he must be suspect of something, it doesn't help that he fits the description of the meta that saved His father in that ally way the night he came back with a haunted expression.

"Thank you for offering Mr.Fenton but I'm afraid we don't have time today. Mabey we could reschedule for another time, and then you could meet the rest of my children as well if you would like?"

"Danny is fine, it's what everyone calls me, and I would love to meet the rest of your flock Mr. Wayne."

filing the strange use of words away for later Bruce responds, "Please, call me Bruce. Now we must get going, it was lovely meeting you Danny," with a wave.

"Goodbye Bruce...and little Wayne." and with a final smirk shuts the door.

Damian tch's as he turns to walk away, once again displeased with being called little. He is the son of Batman and heir to the title! He was raised as an assassin and could kill before he could walk! He is not little, he is simply lacking in height at the moment but will surely be as tall as his father one day. And so with a final glare at the closed door, he enters the car that he and his father took to visit Danny.

Once they're in the car and driving away from the manor housing their newest neighbor Bruce lets his Brucie persona slip and replaces it is Batman.

Danny is the name of the meta. Danny is strong enough to take down a few terrorists singlehandedly. Danny can seemingly vanish into thin air, Invisibility or teleportation? Danny looks young, possibly early 20's. Danny has enough money to live in a manor. Danny is his new neighbor. Danny looks like Thomas Wayne.

Sighing, Batman ignores the last thing on his mental list for now. It's best to not let himself get distracted by someone who so happens to look like his late father, acts similarly to him, smirks like he used to. He is brought back to the night in the ally after Danny saved him, how Danny made sure he was ok and how he draped his coat over Bruce just...just like his father used to.

Perhaps it is a good idea to look into this unknown meta more, because why did he feel so familiar? why did he feel like his father comforting him after he fell or got lost? why did he feel...like home?

(everyone that asked to be tagged: @adventure-aesthetic @cosmic-monstrosity @markus209 @blacksea21090 if I forgot someone I am sorry...I'm too stressed to fully care right now.)

[dukeoftheblackstar]

Let’s get some fun recommendations goin around here! What’s a piece of clone content (art, fic, etc) that has stuck with you as being notably excellent? Tag it in your answer so we can all find some new fun to read! If you want, of course; feel free to ignore! 💕

Oooh, this is fun! Yes ♥ I'm an absolute whore for art ♥

Starting off with a beautiful take on my favorite shit boy from the 104th, my babylove, Warthog by @omaano. I know there's no need for an explanation but I'm just so overly proud and touched because this was a tribute to a fallen comrade who happens to be Warthog's bestiecakes, Tracer.

Read more here ♥ And yes, Warthog is my favorite ♥ I will pick him again and again and again and again and again over Commander Wolffe ♥

Second would be Big Boy Wrecker ♥ As much as I am crazy for soft Wrecker with pink beach shorts with Omega, it's the Mischief Energy for me ♥ Love me some unhinged, chaotic, bulldozer baby girl of a man ♥ Also, everything @amorfista is a fave ♥

[WIP] "Shenanigans at the beach"

Another Wrecker by @lornaka because omg, he has truly captivated my heart ♥

Miss these kids sm

Darth Fett by @eyecandyeoz ♥ Candy outdid themselves here and I cannot emphasize that enough because (1) that fic is absolutely filthy, (2) it's a fic and art for one of my hidden/small otps, and (3) that art is as absolutely filthy as the fic.

Vader × Fett😈

This beautiful Crosshair happening that blesses my dash from time to time made by @ditztitz because goddamn, look at those unf-things and them unf-lines.

Very Toned Crosshair

This beautiful Crosshair happening that blesses my dash from time to time made by @ditztitz because goddamn, look at those unf-things and them unf-lines.

House of Fett | Family Picture

House of Fett, of course by @baufraus who I am obsessed with in terms of their art style and sticker vibe.

Thicc Fox & Thicc Wolffe ♥

@patchmates thicc twin love because jfc, Wolffe and Fox being hella fine is such a vibe. I've reblogged this so many damn times, I'm still giddy over it ♥

Bly in booty shorts

Need no explanation than the fact that someone better steal his blacks from time to time for the good of the galaxy. Delicious art by @thatfunkyopossum

Croissants being actual croissants ♥

Anything Fox and Corrie boys related by @amikoroyaiart because they so precious and so much foolishness happening ♥

That one Commander Fox Art that serves so much cunt I feel insecure as a cunt-bearing organism ♥.

This to me is s.ex on the eyes. It's the judgmental tilt of the head, that eyebrow raise, that look of disapproval that can also be seen as 'yeah, I'd hit that... but after work cause I got so much fucking work' — it's the bad boy ciggue for me, that puff of smoke in the background, that turtleneck blacks, that thiccness, that scar, that jfc-i would like to get railed by this man on his desk while he works vibe. ;//////;

Amazing art by @calamity-aims

Need something on your wall? Check them out ♥

Two from @idontgetanysleep that I would love to see on a wall:

Black and white Info Panel feature Wolffe, Rex, Cody, and Gregor ♥♥♥

Vibrant & Groovy Wallpapers featuring Wolffe, Rex, Cody, Howzer, Gregor ♥♥♥

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And lastly, every single fucking panel in this post resonates to me in an astronomical level that I feel more closer to being Fox than being in love with Fox. This is essentially Fox and Me in photos as one. And I'm so pleased that @that-one-egomaniac gave me permission to use this bit because I am obsessed with this that I will post the photo itself — behold, my most favorite thing in the entire galaxy:

Thank you for this very interesting ask ♥

Note: I also don't know why some of the links didn't work as I was getting an error when posting so the rest came out as hyperlinks.

[nekoannie-chan]

I wish it wasn’t true

Pairing: Mean!Ex!Steve Rogers X Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.!Reader, ? X Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.!Reader.

Word count: 1185 words.

Summary: You are trying to forget your relationship with your ex-boyfriend Steve.

Warnings: Mean!Steve,  Ex!Steve, old violent relationship, broke up, new relationship, jealousy, past toxic relationship.

A/N: This my entry to @locke-writes’ 2K Writing Challenge with the song prompt #13 and the dialogue prompt #4:

“Happier than ever- Billie Eilish.”

“I trust you. I just don’t trust them.”

You can read it on Wattpad and Ao3 too.

@saiyanprincessswanie

My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English if you notice any mistakes, please let me know and I will correct them.

I don’t give any kind of permission that my fics to be posted on other platforms or languages (I translate myself my work) or the use of my graphics (my dividers are included in this), I did them exclusively for my fics, please respect my work and don't steal it. There are some people here who make dividers that anyone can use, mine is not this type, please look for the other's people. The only exception is the ones I gifted 'cuz now belong to someone else. If you find any of my works on a different platform and are not one of my accounts, please let me know. Reblogs and comments are always welcome.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Marvel's characters (unfortunately), except for the original characters and the story.

Add yourself to my taglist here.

My other media where I publish:  Ao3, Wattpad, ffnet, TikTok, Instagram, Twitter. 

If you like it, please vote, comment, and give me feedback to improve my skills and reblog.

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You moved uncomfortably; you knew that everything Steve was saying on TV was a lie, but after fixing all the chaos that Thanos had caused, he changed. Or maybe not, and he had always been like that; he just knew very well how to act. After so many years, he knew how to pretend he was a victim.

" 'Cause that shit's embarrassing," Steve said in the interview.

"Maybe you shouldn't watch that; I don't want you to be sad," he said as he turned off the TV and put the cupcake on the coffee table.

"It's okay; I'm fine, really," you assured him, looking him in the eyes.

"Y/N."

It had been several months since you had thought about him, and now you were happy.

"When I'm away from you, Steve, I'm happier than ever", you thought. Last week, you enjoyed activities you hadn't done for a long time.

Nevertheless, you began to think about what had happened while you were with Steve as you picked up the cupcake to eat it.

Steve was not answering the communicator; you were worried that maybe something had happened to him and he needed reinforcements, or maybe...

You shook your head to get rid of those ideas. A few seconds later, Steve appeared. He wasn't hurt, although he looked very upset.

"You scared me to death," you said, approaching. Steve didn't even look at you; he just continued on his way.

"I trust you. I just don't trust them," Steve said when you informed him that you would have a mission with friends who also worked in the Organization.

In the end, you asked to change teams; you had argued with Steve about it.

"Are you all right? "he asked.

"Yes, I was just thinking," you answered.

"You can tell me anything; you know that.

"I wish I could explain it better," even though you had already told him what happened plus what was obvious that most people had seen.

"Take your time; you can say anything you want."

"I wish it wasn't true and that it had never happened, that it was all a dream. Every day was horrible, and I'd end up more afraid."

You went on talking for a couple of hours.

Finally, you had decided on your old apartment: you were going to rent it. You had only gone to get some things you had forgotten. You were startled when you heard the front door close. No one but you had the keys, but suddenly you remembered that Steve had never given them back to you.

You peeked out, and Steve was standing there; maybe he had been spying on you all this time, and that's why you had had that strange feeling during the week.

"Y/N, long time no see," Steve greeted you, and you swallowed saliva.

"Steve, what are you doing here?" You said, trying not to be obvious, that you were looking for your cell phone.

"Are you looking for this?" Steve showed you the cell phone.

"What do you want?" You replied.

"Talk; I never knew why you left the house," he replied. "Don't say it isn't fair."

"You clearly weren't aware that you made me miserable."

"Please, I'm the best thing that ever happened to you in your whole life; you didn't appreciate it."

"And all that you did was make me fucking sad."

"Come on, Y/N, stop playing the victim; I think I at least need an explanation."

"I always said you were misunderstood just because of who you were before the serum, but that doesn't mean you're really a good person."

"Oh, come on, are you serious? You'd do the opposite of what you said you'd do."

"So, if you really wanna know the reasons why I left you, you should reflect on everything that happened and what you did."

"Are you saying it was my fault you ran off with who knows who?" Steve said.

"No, what I'm saying is that it was a long time ago that I didn't love you anymore because of the way you treated me. 'Cause I'd never treat me this way, you know, I deserve a hell of a lot better," you replied.

"No, Y/N, you have to admit that it wasn't my fault that we broke up; it was your friends', 'cause you only listen to your fucking friends."

"That's a lie, Steve; you were the one who was trying to keep me away from everyone, but I'm wasting my breath."

"You're lying; besides, I doubt anyone would want to go out with you; everyone believes me and knows who you are and everything you did."

"I never told anyone anything bad about you; I just told the truth to those who asked me," "you said.

"Stop lying; you always liked to draw attention to yourself."

"And I don't talk shit about you!" You ruined everything. There were so many things I loved to do, and you made me hate them. "You were having a hard time staying calm, and again, the fear of him was coming back". You were my everything."

"I still am, but you don't want to accept it; come on, Y/N, if you behave yourself, everything will be as it should be."

"And don't try to make me feel bad."

"I'm just saying you should consider things," Steve said with a smirk on his face.

"You made all my moments your own; you know the plans always worked; I was the one making the plans, and you took all the credit; why do you think your last few missions have failed?"

"You need me."

"So don't waste the time I don't have; please go away," you asked. "I don't relate to you."

Steve laughed. "Why do you keep playing the victim? You're the one who left me."

"Just fucking leave me alone."

"Rogers, you better leave; Y/N has been very clear; she doesn't love you, and she doesn't want to be with you." You heard a male voice behind Steve, and you smiled when you saw him.

"Don't get in the way, Rumlow," Steve replied.

"What are you going to do? Are you going to threaten me? Because it's not going to work with me, you'd better leave. Anyway, I'll inform S.H.I.E.L.D. what happened," Brock threatened firmly.

Steve gave him a hateful look before leaving the apartment.

"Are you all right? I think I arrived in time. "

"Better than ever, I finally got to tell him everything I wanted to. I don't love Steve Rogers anymore; he may still think he's the best person in the world, but one day the truth will come out."

"Do you still want to go to the movies?"

"Sure, I've been waiting for months for the movie to come out; I wouldn't miss it for the world."

You took the car keys, and after the movie, you would tell Brock that if you had agreed to both of them being transferred to another S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters in another country, you would start over from scratch and start a new life together. Now you're happy.

[plushietoon]

How about 4?

(Because of the reblog)

Hope everything's fine! ✌️

WarioWare Fan Ask Game!

4. Do you have any personal headcanons or interpretations of the characters? (In relation to design, hobbies, connections to other characters, etc)

Tagging @freakattack since they asked about this too. But I will squeeze in more headcanons in that post >:3 (please do not worry I will indulge in stuff here too)

I've been obsessed with this series since 2018, so I have like, about 6 years of headcanons. This does not include me goofing off with the Thangs in my youth, though I love them dearly. ...it's just that this love is overshadowed by ninjas.

Here's a chunk of headcanons:

Orbulon is squishy and very capable of transformation. I'm stealing the idea from @the-ren-amamiya that he cannot change his eyes when transforming into other beings so he still just wears his shades. He fluctuates between both lanky and chubby depending on his mood, but I like thinking of a middle ground between the two...like give him his boots back, please...

Him, Red, and Ana have gotten into transformation antics because we cannot forget that Red is both Ashley's wand and broom. It is very hard to beat those three when they are hiders in hide and seek. I like @scarlett-v-the-fox's idea that Red's transformations must contain the color red somewhere on him. So between that and Orbulon's eyes, only Ana can do a perfect 1 to 1 transformation when she feels like it.

In speaking of Ana, she's a bit like Ash's Pikachu because she likes contorting herself to partially resemble others to emphasize who's she's (or Kat are) talking about. That or she has a non verbal episode...she has quite a few moments where she doesn't want to talk, or simply can't. Yes I am a bit of a believer she has some neurodivergence, because I am in that boat of being neurodivergent and she has the vibes™.

Shadow was specifically bred to be a dog that's an expert in ninjutsu. Most doggos can't quite just turn into a sword. So in a sense, he's an inheritance from the ninja parents...or clan. Honestly I should pull up my notes on how...distant the parents are...if I can find them.

If you know me, you know I am very fixated on the idea that Ana and Lulu end up as besties. Ana still loves Kat. It's just that on the few occasions where Kat isn't around, there was a time Ana latched onto Lulu 'cause next best thing...that and they both love wearing dresses and eating. Ana cannot talk Kat into the whole frilly dress up time. It may not make full sense in most's lores and maybe even canon, but the one I developed with a close friend has those two also be supportive of one another in developing a sense of self. ...I really need to finish that fic where as (pre?) teens where pageant violence happens. ...It's not exactly as exciting as it sounds, but let's just say Ana defended Lulu who was being harassed by others for not being conventionally pretty.

I used to believe that the Thangs literally lived in Club Sugar. It's a tall building, and I tried to recreate that in the Sims 4. That isn't true anymore but Mr. Sugar still has to deal with the Thangs on a 20/7 basis. Also Mr. Sugar has a instagram for his kitty Bochi.

Miyakiyo has a YouTube Channel featuring her dog Jack, the doggo in the "Shake!" microgame from the first game. It's very much like like Maya the Polar Bear, and it's quite popular. She took advantage of the fact that WarioWare featured Jack in a microgame, especially because Wario ain't paying the royalties to feature that doggo. Of course, the twins are still good friends with Miyakiyo and Jack. I just haven't quite decided Miyakiyo's age.

Bridget and Sal Out are rivals...but are much friendlier to each other compared to how Vanessa treats them and Mona.

The doctor from "Listen to the Doctor" has 2 offices, with the one at Caresaway Isle as his vacation workplace. The nurse he works with tends to the one in Diamond City when he's away to that island. Yes he is absolutely the primary care doctor to all of the WarioWare cast.

I have a lot but I'll share more in other posts. Again, got 6 years of being fixated on this series. Feel free to ask for any specifics and what not!

[moosemonstrous]

WIP Whenever/Last Line

Tagged by @swaps55, thank you! For once, I have something to share 😂 The Midnight Suns monstrosity that took over my brain.

Tagging @ulfrsmal and anyone else who wants to give me something to read, please, I'm starving.

“Funny,” Carol pours herself a cup of coffee, sniffs the contents, makes a face, and drinks it anyway. “I didn’t peg you for an early bird.”

Robbie shrugs. He’s spent most of his life waking up at the crack of dawn to get Gabe to school and himself to wherever he needed to be that day, and it's turned out to be a hard habit to break. Capitan Marvel doesn't need to know any of that, though.

He’s not used to having company before nine. Before the Avengers descended on the Abbey, he’d occasionally pass Caretaker on the way to the kitchen, but Blade kept strictly to second shift and the witches seemed allergic to schedules in general. The one time Nico arrived in time for something that could still be generously called breakfast, it was only because she’d stayed up all night researching a new spell.

“Someone’s gotta make the food,” he says. On day one, he’d made three extra portions of waffles, correctly assuming that Stark isn’t a breakfast person. He failed to account for the appetites of a half-alien super-soldier and a half-demon super-soldier. You live, you learn, you start tripling the batches . Caretaker had to magic the table up to seat more than three people at a time. “God knows you lot eat like you want to cause an egg shortage .”

“Wait till Steve gets here,” Carol snorts. “Were you a cook as a civilian?”

Robbie snorts, too, and doesn’t answer the question. He can feel her stare boring a hole in his back.

“I guess I thought you’d be magicking all your meals,” she says eventually.

“I don’t really do magic,” he admits. He plates up the first batch of pancakes and hands her the whole thing; she gives him an unimpressed look but doesn’t protest the amount.

Pancakes are good. Waffles, too. They’re simple, go with whatever you put on them and can be eaten four hours later when Blade eventually graces them with his presence. Robbie supposes any of the witches could indeed just magic them up every meal of the day, but after the is-it-vegan argument Nico and Illyana had last year, he occasionally needs to see where his food comes from to preserve what’s left of his sanity.

If Carol has a comeback, it dissolves into a yell as Strange puffs into existence in a seat next to her. This, also, is why Robbie needs to preserve what’s left of his sanity. “You don’t give yourself enough credit,” the Doctor says, using the distraction of having given his colleague a minor heart attack to steal one of her pancakes. “You picked up the basics just fine, if only--”

“Good morning, Doctor,” Robbie interrupts him. Strange thinks of magic like a complicated tool that can be learned by anyone with enough time and practice. Robbie thinks he’s already in enough trouble without knowing how to bend reality. It's a conversation they’ve had several times, since before Agatha’s death, and Strange’s inability to let things go is one of the reasons Illyana will one day put him on a Limbo time-out . “I’m happy to keep my skillset to what it is.”

Carol raises her eyebrow at him. “And what is it, exactly?”

“Battery and arson .”

[dyrewrites]

Tagged: 10 Songs Tag

I got tagged by @jubatuslucifer but @desastreus also got me in a similar one...so we're doing both in one!

My ten tags (gentle taps that they are): @rmgrey-author @ruinmegently @pb-dot @scifimagpie @stesierra @starbuds-and-rosedust @erieautumnskies @alhyastarain @ryns-ramblings @deanwax

Rules: Use your WIP playlist and put it on shuffle. Write the first 10 songs that come up and quote your favorite lyrics from each song and/or the lyrics that fit your WIP best (they might be the same lyrics), then tag 10 people.

Pale Blood is the only one with a playlist, so I guess we're doing that one. Which is fine, because I love that one.

Some of these are a little more than a lyric...but it's because they fit so well >.>

My Name is Human - Highly Suspect

Get up off your knees, boy Stand face to face with your God And find out what you are

Broken Youth - Bad Omens

If ignorance is happiness, please, steal my head from me

Holding On - VNV Nation

I was unwanted in a world That with my hands I helped build

Wallflower - Switchblade Symphony

Forcing her she must give up Seed of need it will erupt

Bleeder - Zombie Girl/Icon of Coil

I can't help myself this body has to feed I can't control myself I have to see you bleed

Wytches - Inkubus Sukkubus

Silhouettes against the Mother Moon We will be there soon

Stitches - Orgy

Tying yourself to me Stitch up my emptiness 'Cause you're the death of me So precious loving the thrill

Organs - Of Monsters and Men

I am sorry for the trouble, I suppose My blood runs red, but my body feels so cold

Opticon - Orgy

They'll think delivering was easy Living the fairytales and the lies, lies

The Epilogue - Crosses

It's time, we come to the end We've circled around our doom And I won't stop Not til I get what I want And all I want is you

[white-nolse]

I agree with your tags about that one post you reblogged with hcs and people just basically going too far with their takes! With that being said, I would love to hear YOUR headcanons on Kakyoin that you feel really ride closest with canon, please feed us kak stans who have been suffering for too long ;W;

Anon, you have no idea how much I lost my mind reading this. Like- I've been trying to think of a way to answer this while still being coherent ALDKSKSKS

Now, this is MY PERSONAL interpretation of Kakyoin. A really dear friend helped me shape his backstory in a way that felt more... Natural (?) For the time he lived while also keeping the little information about him that Araki gave us.

So...

Obviously, his lonely background stays the same. He didn't have anyone as he grew up, which caused him to be pretty bad at "normal" social interactions. Now, to my headcanons/backstory:

The Kakyoin I have for my personal lore (and shared with friends) is actually the heir and next chairman to JVC, a japanese electronics empire funded on 1927.

Unlike a lot of people, I don't think he had a good relationship with his parents. I mean- we're talking about Japan in the 80's, it is most likely that they were strict as hell. This, mixed with what I said above, left him living a pretty hard life, with parents that controled pretty much everything about his life (acquaintances, the way he dressed, even what he ate), they just seaked for perfection, not caring about his opinion on things.

Because of his stand, and the pressure over him, he felt like an outsider, which gave his parents more reasons to believe he wasn't able to think by himself.

His parents even went as far as trying get her to marry the heiress of another company in order to inherit it.

Obviously, being himself and not liking to be under someone's foot, he rebelled against them as much as he could.

All this explains why he always acts so proper yet awkward, and why he is so sassy and "mean" when he is comfortable. And also why he didn't care about at least letting his parents know he was fine, or why they didn't look for him at all.

So, during a trip to Egypt, his parents got tired of him acting up, leaving him in the city with almost no cash and only the number of the Japanese embassy, as a way to teach him a lesson and show him how helpless he was without them.

Kakyoin, wanting to show not only his parents, but also himself that he was capable of everything, used his stand to steal things in oder to survive, and this caught DIO's attention.

And DIO, being the smooth talker he is, offered him "a job" at his manor. Kakyoing felt there was something weird about him, but it still was better than nothing.

His original plan was to work for him and save enough as to start living by himself, yet wanted to leave when the SDC events were about to start, hence the reason he ended with a fleshbud.

[midnightsingvogel]

Got tagged by @partyinthemysterymachine you’re a SWEETHEART

Rules: Tag 10 (or less) people you want to get to know better

relationship status: Wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy 👀 This post alone is gonna get me 4 sugar daddy bots the moment I set it loose!

favorite color: I like vibrant colors. Cardinal red, poison purple, sunflower yellow/orange, acid/apple green, seafoam blue, tyrian pink- Like honestly my room looks like a bird nest- which is ironic cause I mostly wear black and gold/silver, or stripes cause I’m 2000s late. [but, I do, have the Boom Boom Boom, allegedly. Don’t tell the 3008′s authorities. I’m not sure I’m supposed to have it.]

song stuck in my head: (Paper Cages - Franz Ferdinand)

Well we'll never be free; If our incarceration Is a story we tell; A tale of invention Is it personal choice; Personal conviction Or are you living like me in paper cages?

three favorite foods: As long as it’s savory I’m on board. I genuinely have the worst taste buds I will eat anything (anything but olives). But uh I guess 1- I’ve been craving tuna tartare like you wouldn’t believe since I came back from the hospital 2- crepes 3- pistachio gelato

last song I listened to: (Doombop! - The Toxhards) apparently spotify is picking up on my pseudo-neurotic “oh yes this is fine 🙃” song trends, vaguely gorey roadkill thumbs up wildly clashing tone/lyrics gnawing on the coffee tables. It’s somewhat recent I think.The kind of song that makes you want to storm a room singing the chorus, balls to the wall, ideally covered in blood.

dream trip: Until recently somewhat I didn’t think I’d be down to travel but meeting the right people made me realize it could be an adventure and not just a chore. I think I’d be down to go anywhere as long as it were with the right people. My dad keeps trying to tell me he has FB friends in europe I could visit and mannnn I don’t know these people. Come on.

But yeah short term I think I’d be happy to just see as many cheesy tourist traps as possible, as long as I’m with good company. Although, in the long term... I think I’d love to see has many Art-Nouveau style buildings/expositions as possible.

last thing(s) i googled: “What is the meaning of ‘A Stitch in time saves Nine’ proverb” (for a DnD game)

That’sssssss it I think?

Feel free to steal that post if I haven’t tagged you.

Aight hopefully you guys haven’t been tagged already (I did not check and I will not be checking. get TAGGED mfks): @sleeping-potatoe @eyeimagery @northerngrail @toonysart @neptunes-salty-butthole @clubsdeuce @canadian-riddler @acapelladitty @lfthinker @ac0nites @flyfloyd @lankybrunettepartdeux @paperweight-jellyfish @voiceboss @spinejackel @flsalazar @aldynafox @hoodienanami @hiilovetrash @cloverchameleon @hurdygurdywizard @big-urchin-energy @sandeyminebook @crying--crow @auroramoth @hellohellomorgan @susanstranglehands @mx-dyke @finzphoenix @obscurism @mrs-faggot @sarahchagalls

(I can’t figure out which urls are from the folks from the pie server aside those already named istfg anyway consider yourself tagged TAN I DON’T KNOW YOUR BLOG PLEASE I DON’T EVEN KNOW --- ALSO WHY ARE SOME OF YOU MATURE BLOGS I CAN’T FUCKING TAG YOU WHAT IS THIS, 2016???? COME ON)

[rottencoyote]

for like, idk maybe for like four months i’ve been pissed off at my friend, FOR GOOD REASON BRO I SWEAR! so when i was still doing uni (studying in film for whoever wanted to know, and somehow graduated idea bro that was the big man upstairs doing me a solid for once), me and my friend went on break and walked around the city doing fuck knows what, cause that’s what uni students do ig. she was bored, and i was bored, so i was like “hey! wanna go see my favourite store? sells cool shit” (by cool shit, i mean cool clothing and jewellery and other neat lil nick nacks) and she said “sure id love to!”.

now a thing about my friend is that she likes to steal. actively steal. both because she thinks it’s fun and because she can’t afford what she wants sometimes cause she spends most her money on vapes and weed and a bunch of other psychedelics. before we entered the store, i made her promise not to steal, cause i love and respect the fuck out of this store and i’ve wanted to work there since i was fifteen (and i’m now twenty). she said she promised and swore she wouldn’t take anything, and me being a fucking hopeful and trusting dumb fuck, believed her. now i saw this really sick hoodie, where it was basically a cropped hoodie (STAY WITH ME ON THIS) but it was made to look like a rib cage, so it was fucking cool. the owner sold it to me for 45 bucks, but the hoodie originally costed 55 bucks, so she took ten bucks off cause i fell in love with this hoodie, so i got real fucking hyped and thanked her profusely. now, this is a key thing to remember, cause the tags they used were airtags. the type of tags where it needed to be unlocked with a type of pin at the front desk. otherwise you can’t take that shit off, unless you got scissors (this is also important).

so my friend went into the change room with a BUNCH of clothes, and i waited near the front and had small talk with the store owner, asking if it’s been busy, slow, shit like that. i noticed that my friend is taking a long fucking time, so i go to check on her and ask if she’s good, and she said yes, paused then asked “hey coyote? do you have any scissors in your bag? i need it for my nails”

now this is where a lot of my guilt comes in, cause i genuinely didn’t realise my mistake until it was too late. i said yeah in my bag (which was in the change room with her) and she said thanks. i always carry scissors on me cause i like to scrap book, and if i see anything interesting i cut it out and sample it to put into my sketch book so i get inspired for any future projects.

after like another ten minutes she finally comes out, but i notice two things. the first was that there were significantly less clothes than when she walked into the change rooms with, and the second thing was noticing something sticking out of her pocket.

SHE CUT THE FUCKING TAGS OFF WHEN I TOLD HER NOT TO FUCKING STEAL. SHE EVEN PROMISED ME MULTIPLE TIMES TOO!!!!

like????

now i’m freaking out, cause i don’t want to get roped into this. and she kept on trying to reassure me and said it’s fine she’s a ‘pro’ at this. bro idgaf you promised me and BROKE that promise. the lady asked where the clothes were, and my friend said in the free clothes box. so i go and check, literally emptying the box while thinking “she’s fucked, i’m fucked, we’re BOTH fucked, god PLEASE no” just planning out my fucking funeral atp, and the woman goes to the BOTH OF US “empty your bags, now.”

i watched her empty her bag, fucking cringing and mortified, just watching the store owner tear into her, saying she has to pay for all of it. i started apologising profusely, telling her i didn’t know she was going to do this, just kept on saying i’m sorry over and over again, cause i’m livid, mortified, just fucking humiliated at my friend. BRO, THE STOREOWNER DEADASS LOOKED ME IN THE EYE, AND SAYS THAT I WAS IN ON IT?? HUH??? KEEP IN MIND THERES LIKE FOUR OTHER PEOPLE IN THE STORE WATCHING THIS HAPPENING AND WERE JUST JUDGING US. (which i don’t blame them, cause it was a fucking shitshow and a half). the storeowner asked her how did she even do this, and she said “i used my nails to cut the fabric”…bro come ON LIKE-

you could tell she used scissors, CAUSE SHE DID. MY DAMN SCISSORS THAT WERE IN MY BAG. CAUSE IM A STUPID FUCKING DUMB FUCK WHO REALISED WHAT SHE WAS DOING WAY TOO FUCKING LATE.

i genuinely wanted to fucking cry AND die man, right then and there. i was so unbelievably humiliated and embarrassed cause my fucking friend couldn’t keep her damn hands to herself and couldn’t keep her promise. the storeowner said that she did the same thing at our age, and said she wouldn’t call the cops on us, i tried saying sorry again and that i never meant for my friend to do this, and pretty much got shut down again and that the storeowner didn’t want to hear my excuses. i ended up dragging my friend out from there and tearing her a new one, saying how i can never show my face there or even step foot into that store again, and she kept saying sorry, but also tried to joke about it?? which only made me more fucking angry, cause any chance i had of working there was just fucking trampled, chewed and spat onto the fucking dirt because of her.

i feel guilty cause i was unknowingly involved until it was too late, but i’m angry and hurt because she promised me that she wouldn’t steal from there, but did it anyways and didn’t give two shits, and that i got pulled into it and blamed because if she was stealing, then that meant i was stealing too. idk man, cause it’s been four months and it’s STILL bugging me, cause it was literally MY DREAM to work there. it sucks man. it really fucking sucks.

[your-local-grinning-cat]

‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe…

You have entered the Tulgey Wood, a place where Che’nya can often be found when he is not attending classes at Royal Sword Academy (RSA) or bothering visiting his friends at Night Raven College (NRC). Mind your step now - don’t step on the mome raths!

While all of Wonderland is mad, there are rules here! The Queen of Hearts has made sure of it! And even someone as chaotic as Che’nya listens to the Queen most of the time. So please keep the rules in mind while you’re here! Too much madness will make the cat disappear without a smile left behind. 😶‍🌫️

RULES…

1. The person helping Che’nya out behind the scenes is me, AR. He adopted me as his person. I have been lost in the Tulgey Wood for… a while now. So just know that when you talk to him, I will also be seeing the conversations.

2. If you have any questions or requests for advice and/or directions from the local stray, feel free to ask! Just know that when Che’nya gets back to you may vary… he is very free-spirited after all. One moment he’s here, then he’s at NRC stealing a tart from Heartslabyul, then he’s at RSA studying, and then he’s… who knows where! But I will make sure he gets to your requests whenever he wanders back to the Wood. Just be patient and respectful of the fact that both he and I have lives outside of this blog.

3. Che’nya is a flirty kitty, and is fine with you being flirty as well. However, flirting is as far as he is willing to go. Please do not act lewd, crass, or extremely NSFW. If you do, you may be either given a warning or teleported out of the Wood, depending on the severity. 🚫

4. Cursing is fine as long as it’s not excessive. There’s no need to use curses all the time - there’s much funnier ways to express frustration! Che’nya and I personally like mixing curses and non-curses together to see what we can create.

4. Che’nya and I both support people no matter where they have wandered from, what they look like, who they love, etc. We will not tolerate racism, homophobia, transphobia, sexism, etc. Once again, this will either result in a warning (if I think this is honestly a learning moment) or instant teleportation out. 🚫

5. Che’nya is a friendly kitty! He is absolutely willing to interact with other rp blogs and ocs! The more the merrier! Madness is much more fun when you can share it with more people!

6. I reserve the right to choose not to answer any question asked of me or Che’nya for any reason.

7. I am doing this basically entirely on mobile, so keep that in mind too. Some things just don’t translate well.

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TL;DR RULES…

1. There is a person behind this roleplay blog. Remember that and be kind and respectful.

2. You can send asks in but please be patient if you are not answered right away. I have a life outside of this blog, but I will try to get back to asap.

3. You can flirt, but do not go too far. Keep it relatively SFW. Go too far and you will either get a warning or blocked, depending on the severity of the rule break. 🚫

4. Be a decent human being. Don’t be racist, homophobic, transphobic, sexist, etc. Once again, this will either result in a warning (if I think this is honestly a learning moment) or a block. 🚫

5. I’m 100% willing to interact with other rp blogs and ocs!

6. I reserve the right to not answer anything.

7. I’m on my phone to use this roleplay blog. So keep that in mind if anything looks weird.

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Tags…

#che’nya chats - for replies to asks, whether questions or not

#che’nya appears - for when Che’nya wanders off and pops into view randomly at other blogs to cause mischief

#che’nya meows - for Che’nya’s random posts where he speaks his mind (for better or worse)

#chen’ya grins - for posts, jokes, riddles, puns, art, etc. that make Chen’ya happy and that he wants to share with his furrends!

#ar answers - for replies to asks that specifically deal with Che’nya’s person, AR, or where AR interacts more prominently than usual

#ar speaks - for AR’s posts that specifically have to do with their personal life outside of this blog; usually it will be an update as to where Che’nya has been hiding

And that’s finally it! Sorry about the excessively long post. I figure it’s best to just try to cover everything right up front.

Now it’s time for the cat to play… Heeheehee… 😸