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[enjomo-arch]

lays down face on floor but ... bal.dur's gate 3 starter .... ?

[scytheral]

The lovesick One just Watched the Spider-Man : Across The Spider-Verse movie Directly from The Theaters , && it ' s So GOOD !! Watching it Felt similar 02 Experiencing a Adventure , every Aspect of It was As mutually Delightful as The first one for Hys Exellency , && Gave hy a Inspiration for Flags .. Not mentioning The story && How there ' s Gonna be A shocking continuation ?? .. The last Part of That was So .. unexpected. it ' s Wonderful — One of * The * movies 02 See , and Discounting the Flashing lights / Extreme eyestrain && small Displeasing Parts of It ( in Terms of Screen visualization ) : Worth the Wait , Incredible && Overall a 012 / 010.

[ PT / i just watched the spider-man: across the spider-verse movie directly from the theaters, and it's so good!! watching it felt similar to experiencing a adventure, every aspect of it was as mutually delightful as the first one for me, and gave me a inspiration for flags.. not mentioning the story and how there' s gonna be a shocking continuation?? ..the last part of that was so.. unexpected. it's wonderful- one of the movies to see, and discounting the flashing lights/extreme eyestrain and small displeasing parts of it (in terms of screen visualization): worth the wait, incredible, and overall a 12/10. / END PT. ]

[60s-cyborg-009-caps]

[keepmovinjunior]

She's alone, and that's a relief.

Megara sits upon the marble edge of the fountain. This garden is usually peaceful. Nevertheless, she checks behind her, in front, and on all sides. Once. Twice. Nothing but the crickets and the stars.

A girl of the underworld can never be too careful.

Letting a small sigh escape her lips, she reaches into a satchel in her lap, and removes her small, wooden flute.

Raising it to her lips, she begins to play. A quiet, simple tune ; reminiscent of Thebes. It's not home, but it's childhood.

[crimesoughtarchive]

📏 + 5’3

Send me 📏 (ruler) + your muses height and I'll compare them to mine!

"You know what? I get the feeling I should keep my mouth shut."

[catsharkie]

what if ds9 had tumble

capsisko

the wormhole :) 

i-identify-starships-in-posts follow

klingon bird of prey, cloaked.

capsisko

?

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skrainfanboy5997notdukat follow

Gul Dukat did nothing wrong.

wormzallday

f

juuuuulian

u

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miles-edward-obrien

I thought I had work today, but no, the time loop.

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ziyart 

STATUS UPDATE, I WON THE ART COMPETITION! 

#THERE WAS NO ONE ELSE IN THE COMPETITION!

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kiranerys

If another thing breaks on this station i swear to the prophets

kiranerys 

the replicator just sent someone to the infirmary. our doctor is running on negative 60 hours of sleep at least

kiranerys

i just want a raktajino

kiranerys

@miles-edward-obrien get your ass in here

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sponsored 

come to quarks, quarks is fun, come right now, don’t walk, run!

miles-edward-obrien

I thought I had work today, but no, the time loop.

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juuuuulian

no sleep for 55 hours and counting!

juuuuulian

56 hours and counting!

juuuuulian

57 hours!

juuuuulian

where is miles

wormzallday

julian please

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n0gg

ah yes. me. my bestie. and his 50k word fanfic draft.

jakeosaurus

YOU asked ME if you could beta

n0gg

its funnier if i blame you

#lol

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juuuuulian

no sleep for 55 hours and counting!

juuuuulian

56 hours and counting!

juuuuulian

57 hours!

juuuuulian

where is miles

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ziyart

MY FRIENDS TOLD ME I CAN TYPE IN ALL CAPS!

# IM NEVER GOING TO TALK IN LOWERCASE EVER AGAIN!

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miles-edward-obrien

I thought I had work today, but no, the time loop.

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garaksclothiers

So many accusations in my inbox! You people certainly are creative.

odododo

I know you’ve killed before. You’ve barely tried to hide it

garaksclothiers

Oh? You hate me and my whimsy?

odododo 

I’m going to make a callout document on you.

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jakeosaurus

if the voles had subspace i think it would look like this

skittering-002

i love being in conduits undisturbed

pittering-pattering follow

I CAST PLASMA BEAM 10000 DEATHS

skittering-002

AHHHHH

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the-scuttler

scuttling

the scuttler

easy website

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n0gg

the station is under attack stop vole blogging

jakeosaurus

do you think skittering-002 and pittering-pattering were in love

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deepspacenineofficial

Apologies for the high pitched whining! Our shields are activated, we are currently under attack. There is also an ion storm passing through.

miles-edward-obrien

If I get stuck in a time vortex again I swear to god

miles-edward-obrien

FUCK

(203 notes)

deepspacenineofficial

Apologies for the high pitched whining! Our shields are activated, we are currently under attack. There is also an ion storm passing through.

miles-edward-obrien

If I get stuck in a time vortex again I swear to god

(203 notes)

jakeosaurus

if the voles had subspace i think it would look like this

skittering-002

i love being in conduits undisturbed

pittering-pattering follow

I CAST PLASMA BEAM 10000 DEATHS

skittering-002

AHHHHH

(201 tiny notes)

the-scuttler

scuttling

the scuttler

easy website

(10032 tiny notes)

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n0gg

wormzallday

i really wish women were real

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kiranerys

guldukat follow

#YES

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[revasserium]

A request for Zayne with the prompt, "a note on public health" 🙏🫶☺️

send me one + a character and i'll write u a drabble (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

32. a note on public health

zayne; 1,519 words; fluff, teeth-rotting fluff, fem!reader, no "y/n", zayne!branded humor, vague innuendos, established relationship

summary: a couple of public service announcements.

a/n: zayne cares much about your health ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

001. sleep

For optimal health, one should get eight to ten hours of sleep per night.

You try to stifle a yawn as Zayne glances over the day’s news, projected onto the smooth white tabletop. He looks up, eyes narrowing as you freeze halfway through, attempting to mask the motion with a soft cough.

You reach for your half-finished coffee but Zayne tugs it away with a soft sigh.

“Didn’t sleep well last night?”

You purse your lips, averting your eyes as you reach for a slice of toast, tugging off a corner and stuffing it in your mouth.

“Would’ve slept better if someone hadn’t kept me up past my bedtime.”

This time, it’s Zayne who looks away, coughing as he sips at his own coffee.

“I made sure we finished at a reasonable hour.”

You jerk upright, eyes wide, mouth dropping open, a hot flush working its way into your cheeks. You wonder how he can keep such a straight face, how he looks so fundamentally unbothered. But then, he lets out a light chuckle.

“But you’re right — they say it’s not good to have strenuous exercise right before bed. I’ll be more careful next time.”

“Zayne!” you toss a crumpled bit of napkin at him, your heartbeat pounding at the back of your throat.

Zayne’s eyebrow flicks upward as he picks up the piece of tissue and gently lobs it into the trash can next to the kitchen counter before going back to this breakfast, the faintest hint of a smile shadowing his lips.

002. water

Adults over 19 should drink 1.5 to 2 liters of water a day for optimal health.

“Hello? What is it?”

“Hi! Uhm… where are you? I don’t — I don’t see you.”

“I’m… at home.”

“What? But… the app says you’ve arrived…”

Zayne sighs, “Did you dial the wrong number? This is Zayne.”

“…Oh! Oops.”

“Where are you? Have you been drinking?”

You hiccup, and he can almost see you shaking your head the way you do when you want to deny something you’d obviously been doing. He pushes up from the sofa, grabbing his coat.

“Not… not a lot — Tara just wanted to celebrate since —“ you hiccup again, “since it’s her first promotion, y’know?”

Zayne hums, “Mhm. Where are you?”

“No, no! It’s okay! I called a cab —“

“Cancel it. I’ll come get you.”

“But…”

“Cancel it. And send me your location.”

Thirteen minutes later, you’re climbing into the passenger seat of Zayne’s car with a sheepish smile.

“Sorry…”

“Don’t be. Here.”

You blink down at the bottle of water Zayne is pressing into your lap.

“Oh… thanks, but I had a lot of water at the bar!” You turn to flash him a bright, proud smile, “See? I do listen to you!”

Zayne laughs as he pulls into a stop light, glancing over at you, the bottle of water cradled between your hands.

“Yes, and I suppose you’re very proud of yourself this time?” there’s a teasing lilt to his voice that lets you know he’s not mad. Still, you scowl.

“Shouldn’t you be proud that your patient is getting better at taking care of herself?”

Zayne sighs, reaching over the tug the bottle from your hands before unscrewing the cap and handing it back to you.

“Drink.”

You look like you’re about to argue for a split second before you catch the sharp look in his eye and bring the bottle up to your lips for a long drink. Zayne allows himself a satisfied smile as he reaches over to give your knee a quick squeeze.

“Good. Good girl.”

003. sun

To maintain healthy blood levels, aim to get 10 - 30 minutes of midday sun, several days a week.

“It’s been raining for forever…”

Zayne looks up from the patient chart propped up in his lap.

You’re sprawled across the sofa on the other side of the room, staring at the bleary, rain-streaked windows with a dull, world-weary expression. Zayne’s eyes flick toward the window for a second before sliding up to the large clock above his door.

It’s three minutes till the end of the day, and he’d agreed you could wait for him in his office while he finished up.

“It has.” He drops his eyes back down to the chart in his hands. The patient is doing well — all things considered. He should keep them for another night of study before signing off to let him go home. Zayne punches in the quick note in for his nurses before setting the chart down.

“Weather forecast says it’s gonna rain all through the weekend too.”

“Hm.” Zayne gets up, rolling his shoulders loose of the knots that had gathered there before rounding his desk, “Come on then.”

“Oh! Are you done? Are we… going to get dinner?” You jump up from the sofa, seemingly revived, a smile on your face. Zayne regards you for a moment before turning.

“Not yet.”

“Not… yet?” you trail after him as he shrugs on his coat and locks his office door.

He can feel your curiosity bubbling for the entire walk to his car through the vast parking garage. He allows himself a smile as you slide in and look at him expectantly. For a second, he toys with the idea of not telling you, of seeing just how long you can hold out before you start to pester him.

“You’ll see,” he says, just as you open your mouth to ask.

“So… it’s a surprise?” you ask.

He shrugs, pulling out of the parking space and cresting through the dimly lit parking structure till he turns onto the bustling city street.

“I suppose it will be.”

“Did you… plan this?” he can hear the hopefulness in your voice, the giddiness sparkling there like soda fizz.

“No, but did you say I should try to be more spontaneous sometimes?”

“Sure but…” he can hear you pouting, “well, fine, if you really don’t want to tell me.”

He keeps quiet just to savor in the silence, in the knowledge that you are here with him, and so, so eager to know what he has planned for you. He wonders if it’s cruel to enjoy this, to love the way you’re so reactive, to love… everything about you.

You blink as he pulls into a darkened road, wide as it is, to the clearly gated Botanical Gardens. Your confusion only grows as the night guard there gives him a cheery wave before punching a button and the giant gates hiss open to allow you both entry.

“Thanks,” Zayne says, lifting a hand as the night guard waves them through with a bright smile.

He casts you a single glance before chuckling, “His daughter was a patient of mine a while back — she had a genetic cardiac condition that — well,” Zayne breaks off as he parks the car in the first space and opens the door.

“Regardless, she needed surgery. It was risky but… we managed to save her.”

He leads you down the winding path to one of the smaller greenhouses, lit up so brightly from the inside that you have to squint your eyes as he punches in an access code and lets you both through the door.

The wall of heat that greets you both nearly knocks you off your feet but a moment later, you smile as the warmth seeps into your skin, and you turn your face up towards the high ceilings, speckled with what you’re certain are tiny little sunlamps, beaming down at the arid landscape below.

“Are these… cacti?” you wonder aloud, shuffling over to a large, bulbous plant with long thin spikes.

“Yes, these are the desert plants. They need prolonged exposure to sunlight to live.”

“Oh…” you bend down to read the short description of the cacti before moving onto the next one, and then the next one. Zayne trails behind you, watching with a soft smile and softer eyes as you point out the tiny little yellow flowers budding on one, and the strange shapes of another.

“Not that this isn’t fun and all but…” you turn to him as you finally return to the front of the greenhouse, having seen all the different varieties of desert plants in this particular area, “why’d you bring me here?”

Zayne holds open the door for you.

“You looked like you were missing the sun.”

Even beneath the barely there lighting of the parking lot, Zayne sees your blush darkening your cheeks.

“I — I guess I was,” you say as you slip once more into the passenger seat of his car, looking over at him, “but… weren’t you missing it too?”

Zayne’s grin skews as he tugs on his seatbelt, but he schools his expression back into its usual mask of stoicism as he answers, “No. I’ve already got you.”

[aboutkiyoomi]

002. apple of my pie | onigiri cravings

cw: cursing/swearing, akaashi is still an ass i'm sorry & of course a splash of angst.

the sunlight flooded through the open windows of the kitchen as he set his keys down in his office, placing the rest of his belongings on the desk. it had been about a month since osamu last visited his tokyo location of onigiri miya. his hair was still slightly damp, and his black t-shirt, bearing the beautiful onigiri miya logo, clung tightly to his torso.

without wasting any time, he ran his hands through his hair, pulled on his cap, and tied his apron around his waist. this was osamu miya's daily routine—simple and efficient but adhered to with precision, especially on busy days like this.

he immediately turned on his music, and "lone (instrumental)" by tyler, the creator began to fill the restaurant. he followed his food safety precautions, washing his hands before starting the day's prep. he washed the rice and put it on the industrial stove, alongside some soba noodles he had set out. the rhythmic chopping and mincing focused his mind, his razor-sharp precision enhancing both the flavor and presentation of his food. he allowed himself to relax, mellowing out in the blissful peace of the moment.

meanwhile, y/n was just gathering her things, prepared to go to work and gossip with iwa, who had news about his romantic endeavors with his best friend, oikawa. as you padded into the study, looking for your shoes that you had haphazardly thrown in after a shift, your eyes fell upon akaashi, curled up comfortably on the futon pushed awkwardly into the corner.

you scoffed, memories of last night playing in your mind.

"i thought i didn't care, y/n. make up your fucking mind," he had said, arms thrown up in exasperation as he bee-lined for the couch.

"you're fucking right, akaashi. you don't care. and since you want to act like such an entitled asshole, you can sleep out here. don't come cuddle up next to me until you figure out what's crawled up your ass and died," you had yelled, your voice rising higher than you intended, tears spilling unintentionally.

"grow up," he muttered, stomping out of the house with nothing but his wallet, keys, and phone.

the house felt bitter and stale. you stood there, tears falling unknowingly. it had been like this for almost a week and a half now—constant arguments, insults flying, and petty silence. it was driving you insane, draining you to argue with someone who obviously wasn't for you anymore.

back in the present, your eyes fell, disappointment and guilt prickling at your heart. you silently picked up your shoes, slipped them on, and exited the house. you sent a text, just letting him know you left so he wouldn't worry, if he even cared anymore.

as you walked to work, the bags under your eyes felt sore, and your body ached from the stress of the past few days. between the incessant arguing with akaashi, studying for your upcoming nclex, and being present for your new friends and coworkers, you were drained.

when you arrived at onigiri miya, your eyes widened slightly upon seeing the lights on and the restaurant seemingly occupied. you wondered if someone had arrived before you, despite being scheduled to open.

after tapping in your employee id, you pushed into the store. the scents of garlic, mirin, and soft notes of sugar wafted over you. curious and slightly cautious, you peered into the kitchen. the scene before you was beautiful.

osamu was mixing a bowl of ingredients, swaying slowly to pink + white by frank ocean. he seemed focused and calm, in his element. your mind raced, wondering who this could be. you didn't remember any new chefs being hired, and no one would be so comfortable working freely in the kitchen. your thoughts were interrupted by a gruff but gentle voice.

"ya gonna gawk some more, or ya gonna come in?" a bright, generous smile followed. "i don't bite, i promise." his smile relaxed as he casually stirred his pot of boiling noodles.

your face grew warm with embarrassment. you shuffled in, dropped your belongings in the break room, and donned your apron before quietly entering the kitchen.

"i'm assuming yer the new hire? yachi never did let me know what yer name was," he sighed fondly, probably thinking about yachi's unwavering flusteredness when approached about minor mistakes in her work. "my poor ma woulda' knocked my head off. where are my manners? 'm osamu miya." his hand extended politely, lightbulbs blaring in your mind as you internally face-palmed before shaking his hand.

"oh… i'm sorry. i'm, uh, y/n l/n," you introduced yourself, meeting his gaze briefly before looking away. "i'm so sorry, i didn't even remember that you would be here." you rubbed your eyes slowly, still tired.

"don't worry 'bout it. i'm not too strict or anything like that. i just like to get an early start. ignore me. feel free to do what ya normally do." he smiled warmly, and you sighed contentedly, a weight lifting from your shoulders. work could still be your safe space away from the unrelenting akaashi mess and the stress of your upcoming exam.

you smiled warmly and nodded before going to the front of the store to continue your usual opening duties, even making your signature green tea drink in an attempt to wake yourself up. osamu cooked quietly in the kitchen, the music and sounds of his work filling the space. the morning went off without a hitch, calm and warmth filling your body as you finished your opening tasks.

you sat on your "gossip bench," conveniently named by the gossip king himself, sugawara koushi. you pulled out your textbook, which you kept there to study whenever you had a free moment. you sat silently, eyes scanning over the masses of notes scribbled in the book.

osamu walked into the front, glancing around before noticing you huddled up in the corner, reading your textbook. when his eyes caught you, focused and determination spewing from your features. his stomach got that sinking feeling, his mind clouding as he stared shamelessly.

"medical terminology?" his voice poured into your ear, syrupy and sweet and your eyes flicked up to meet his.

"yup, this nclex isn't gonna pass itself," you muttered, a wry smile on your face.

"wow, that's a nursin' exam, right?" he asked, leaning against the counter, towering over you in a way that felt comforting rather than intimidating. almost like you were with your usual coworkers, who had grown to become some of your good friends over the past few months.

"yup, this is my last big hurdle before graduation. well, i have to pass this to even graduate," you muttered, your eyes drifting worriedly.

"well, i'm sure yer just as smart as you are beautiful. you'll pass with flyin' colors." he smiled ear to ear, leaving you no time to reply before walking off to begin plating his new recipes.

and that was the first time that you had ever truly noticed the man that osamu miya was.

a/n: i hope you all hated (enjoyed so much) my terrible (ahmazing) pun that is the title of this chapter. we finally meet osamu, thankfufreakinglyyyy. i'm so excited for the coming chapters, thank u guys for being patient. don't worry y/n will not cheat, i'm killing off the akaashiyn agenda quickly.

taglist (open): @wyrcan @nightlybakes @anyalou @boogiemansbitch @peppersapro @wave2mia @applepi25

[johnnystorms]

avengers twilight!steve, on regrets, memories and tony stark. written post-avengers twilight #002. stevetony.

Steve has a lot of regrets. Tony—not the real one, the best friend he lost on the day he lost everything, but the one he keeps in his head, his mind’s best attempt at a ghost of the person he misses most—says that’s inevitable, living as long as Steve has.

C’mon, Cap, he says, smiling that way his Tony used to: eyes as bright as the future he was always talking about, everything in him shining. Or maybe that’s just how he looked to Steve, young enough back then to not yet have blinked the stars from his eyes. You live long enough, you run the risk of anything outweighing the good memories. His smile fades, not enough to disappear, but to become something smaller, quieter. Tinged with something requiring care. Do me a favour, handsome. Try not to let that happen to you.

Steve doesn’t like disappointing Tony Stark, not even the one dreamed up inside his head, but he thinks it might be too late on that front.

If someone asked for a list of regrets, he’d have to give that wry, hoarse laugh that makes him sound as old as he feels, and say, Nobody has time to listen to all that. If someone had asked Tony, he’d have a breathtakingly clever quip or an outpouring of guilt, depending on his mood, and who had asked. If it had been Steve, maybe both. Matt would have thought about it, long and hard, and disappeared to a confession booth. Peter – Jessica – Logan – Carol – all of them, he thinks, would have their own laundry list of hauntings, justified or otherwise.

That’s the name of the game, he thinks. You have to take the wins for what they are, but it doesn’t make the losses any lighter to bear. Steve’s posture isn’t what it used to be, even with the Defenders’ replicated super soldier serum in his veins, but his shoulders were shaking under the crushing weight of all his mistakes long before his age caught up to his body.

Janet isn’t here anymore to ask, but he doesn’t know what she’d say. It’s not that he thinks she has no regrets—even outside of the hero business, that’s a tall order for anyone—so much as that’s not how he remembers her. When he thinks of Janet van Dyne, he thinks of her deft fingers readjusting the lapel of the suit she designed and Tony cajoled him into; he thinks of her tinkling laugh almost being swallowed up by Thor’s booming one, the two of them bent double at the disgruntled expression Clint was shooting their way one golden night back when the world knew what heroes were meant to be; and he thinks of her clever, smiling mouth, and the way nobody could ever resist smiling right back. Steve had been no exception.

He misses it so fiercely it burns. Jan’s smile and Thor’s relentless steadiness and even Peter’s terrible jokes as he chased the Human Torch around the city. Carol’s quick fists and Jessica’s quick thinking and Natasha’s quick draw, and the time the three of them had a punch-up contest with the Thing that ended in an exasperated Tony footing the bill to the city and Johnny cackling as Sue dressed down Ben for his part in it. Luke’s laughter as he slung his arm over Danny’s shoulder and Jessica Jones taking photos of the two of them and Logan and Bobbi in the corner, trading tales of Hawkeye’s Greatest Hits: Indecent Exposure edition.

And Tony—always, always Tony. The press of him against Steve’s side, a reassuring line of heat, like, hey, you’re not alone anymore. You’re not cold anymore. You have a team. You have me. His tired eyes and easy smile and razor-sharp wit, even half-dead on his feet. The late nights where Steve coaxed him out of his lab with a hot drink and the promise of conversation, the early mornings where Steve would wear a worried frown and say, you should really sleep more, Tony, and Tony would grin at him and say, and give up these early mornings where you bring me coffee and those big blue eyes of yours? Never, and Steve would sigh, but there would be something fond tugging at the corner of his lips, and Tony would look all pleased with himself, animated in a way no caffeine fix could ever cause, and Steve would want—

Steve swallows.

You’re drifting, baby. It’s Jan’s voice, that classic combination of fond amusement and concern that Clint used to perk up at being addressed with and Tony used to call the van Dyne special, all those years ago. God, Steve misses them all. He aches with wanting. You’re drifting. Bring it back home, Steve. Start with the most important bit. Let’s take it from the top.

There isn’t a team to report to anymore. It is not a new fact, a new thought, but every time, it hits him like a concrete block to the ribs.

There isn’t a team to report to anymore, but Steve Rogers breathes in, and thinks about it anyway. Take it from the top. The most important things.

How the tables turn, Tony says. He’s the only one Steve keeps. All his other ghosts flit in and out of his head, coming and going like the tides, but Tony is the forever haunting. The only one his mind holds onto on a permanent basis. D’you remember, oh, all the way back near the start -- one time you asked me if it got exhausting, thinking so much.

Steve remembers. Steve has never forgotten anything Tony Stark gave him, be it physical or a vow or just the smallest memory that wasn’t intended as a secret but became one in Steve’s desperate hands. The world has taken so much from him, from all of them, ever since H-day. He can’t talk about Tony, because what if the world takes that from him too?

How the tables turn, Tony says again, soft in that way most people didn’t believe Tony Stark could be. Steve knew, though. Steve’s always known. You look exhausted, Steve. Don’t let it be so big. Just -- right now, right at this moment. What’s the call, Cap?

That was what Tony had said that day, Steve remembers. The world was on fire, and about to become a whole lot colder, and they didn’t know that, didn’t know anything about what was to come, just that this was it, this was the moment, this was the do or die, and Tony had stood at his shoulder, the armour a familiar comfort against Steve’s side, and asked, What’s the call, Cap?

An itemised list of all of Steve Rogers’ regrets would take too long, and a ranked list of all time would be impossible to decide upon when Steve has such a long memory and even longer history.

So, in its stead, Steve thinks, he’ll give Tony the right now.

STEVE ROGERS’ TOP THREE REGRETS RIGHT AT THIS VERY MOMENT, 0142HRS, DEC 31 20XX, COUNTING DOWN:

3. Rosa. He’d deserved the slap. He’d deserved a lot of things, really. He’d had good years with Rosa; years of her no-nonsense love, of her careful hands, of the way she looked at him in the quiet of the night with all the warmth their little home could hold, like she still saw something worth believing in him. Maybe she did. He thinks she probably did. His wife was a lot of things, most of them good, but above all else, she was never a liar.

He’s sorry he blew up her life. He’s sorrier about that than the fact he blew up their life together, but that’s always the way it goes with him, isn’t it? There’s nothing he’s felt he had to keep more than the shield. It’s not that they matter less to him—God help him, but it’s not about the love. There’s never been a lack of love—but to his bones, to his core, he’s always been the guy who wants to stand up and help. If the fight needs to be had, he’s going to stand there, fists up, no matter who he is, no matter how old he is. No matter how super he is.

He knew that about himself a long time ago. Maybe if he’d stopped pretending that had changed, Rosa wouldn’t be stuck here now.

2. It’s a little one, in the scheme of things, but it also feels more important than almost anything else at this moment. He wishes he’d touched Matt, that last time they saw each other. Gone are the days where Steve would clasp his friends by the hand, something lost to time and loneliness and gradually brittled bones, but he wishes desperately that he’d clasped his hand to Matt’s shoulder one last time. Just a moment. Just enough for some phantom warmth on his palms, a tangible ghost of Daredevil, not just something dreamed up by his mind in the moments when losing almost everyone he’s ever trusted is insurmountable.

1. He doesn’t know where to begin with this one. H-day. The way it went down. Peter bleeding out in front of him. James Stark growing up without his parents, the best of them both twisted into something Steve can’t look at directly without feeling hopeless, helpless. Clint’s arrow snapped in half, a crater where the Thing should be. His last sight of Reed Richards, stretching further than he’d ever seen before as he reached out desperately towards his wife. Tony’s voice in his ear: what’s the call, Cap?

And that’s what it comes down to, isn’t it? His biggest regret. This one, he suspects wouldn’t change even if it was an all-time list. Tony Stark, the vibrant, blaring truth of him. Something Steve misses so desperately that when the world forced him to live without him, he made up a version of him to keep in his head forever.

It’s more similar to #2 than he thought. He has so many regrets, and so many of them are about Tony Stark—about that day, about missing people, about loving people and losing them because of the fight, whether they were lost in the fight or he left them behind to join it—but more than anything, he thinks he misses the feeling of Tony’s hand in his, pulling him in close, arm going around Steve’s shoulder to draw him into a hug.

I’m not half as good at anything as I am when I’m doing it next to you, Tony says, years ago, so far away from this moment that it might as well have been another world, and Steve, old and jaded and lonely and tired and missing the person he loves best so fiercely it aches in his lungs, thinks, You and me both, Tony. You and me both.

You and me. You and me. You and me.

-

(When the dossier falls open in front of him, with a blueprint of a tank and photos of him—photos of Tony, and even Tony in pieces makes Steve ache with something he thought had long been buried—spill out, let’s get it from the world’s smartest man, Tony Stark echoing in his ears—

Steve, for a moment, wants to throw up.

Then his jaw sets.

All right, Tony, he thinks. He doesn’t know if he’s addressing the ghost in his head, or the one in the tank, or some nebulous third thing, a Hail Mary thrown to the universe, some last passage of faith he thought he’d forgotten. What’s the call? You and me. That’s the call. I’m getting you out of there.

I’m bringing you home.)

[thelonelyarchon]

PICTURE PERFECT (guy) ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ִ ࣪𖤐

PAIRING: artem wing x idol!fem!reader

GENRE: social media au, modern/idol au, lawyer (bodyguard-ish relationship) x client, imaginary love triangle, secret identity (royalty), best friend's sister, love at first sight

SYNOPSIS: when asked about her ideal man during a promotional interview for her new album’s release, y/n, also known as idol 'YEONMI' has only one person in mind: the country's top attorney with a 99% win rate and stellis city’s renowned youngest senior attorney, artem wing.

who could blame her? he’s a picture perfect guy.

CONTENT/TRIGGER WARNINGS: genshin impact x tot, ooc characters, disregards tot main story timeline, creative liberties (for character backgrounds. i try to be truthful to the og work as much as i can!), swearing, stalking, kidnapping, attempted murder, crack, angst (?) slightly serious au, depictions of cyber hate, alcohol consumption, kissing, female pronouns are used, proactive female lead (chases ml proactively), law terms, assault, mentions of guns and other weapons, disoriented family/family issues, suggestive scenes, sexual innuendos, mentions of crime, mention of drugs . . . (+chapter specific trigger warnings will be posted as the story progresses)

STATUS: ongoing

AUTHOR'S NOTES:

٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡ hello!

⋆ ★ expect grammatical errors. some typos are intentional though.

⋆ ★ it's my first smau! expect it to be shitty lol.

⋆ ★ english is not my first language! so if my dialogues sound too stiff, calculated, unnatural, or unfunny at times then you know why :'> i'm trying, i swear

⋆ ★ possible written chapters are marked with a 🌷

⋆ ★ pov indicator: light mode -> y/n | dark mode -> artem (unless other character's pov is stated)

⋆ ★ timestamps don't matter unless specifically stated and small caps letters are intentional

⋆ ★ (kind) helpful criticisms are welcome!

TAGLIST: open! comment down below or send me a message/ask if you want to be added.

CHARACTERS

— foolish ones (y/n’s circle)

— nixx team (artem's circle)

PROLOGUE

— happy birthday

SESSION 1

— 001 - who’s artem wing?

— 002 - congratulations, mr. wing!

— 003 - brother and sister

— 004 - disappointment

— 005

— 006

— 007

— 008

— 009

— 010

© @thelonelyarchon 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. DO NOT COPY. DO NOT REPOST. REBLOG & LIKE.

[happyanderes]

⚠︎Letter⚠︎

☎︎002-001

Stalker x reader

⚠︎Warnings: Yandere, stalking, drug usage(movie chloroform)

This is an oldie, so no drawings of the guy:>

Unless someone wants to see it

Word count:1.6k

If you’re reading this letter, I hope you read it to the end. 

You have the right to know everything written in here.

The first time I met you was exactly three months ago, it was a fraction of a second. you walked past me with hurried steps, I was deep in thought.

At that moment, a question that popped in my head.

Can someone know everything about a person when the other doesn’t?

……Only one way to find out. 

It was an experiment, and I chose you to be my participant.

To be honest, it could’ve been anyone walking there, you were just unlucky, I guess.

So I took the plan into action and turn around to follow you home. The first thing I learned about you was that you walk really fast, as if you’re in a hurry. 

But I was faster, you were relaxed, I can hear the little tune you were humming along with the music from your earphones. You liked that song a lot back then, but it changed to another lately, right?

Anyways, you were in your little world, I didn’t even have to hide the sound of my footsteps. Well, nobody is prepared for a stalker, not even me, perhaps.

I learned so much about you just that night, you would play with the straps on your bag, twist your fingers in them. Did you notice that little habit? It looks like you want your hand to be held.

And the way you breathe was quite adorable, sometimes you take deeper breaths as if you forgot to breathe.

You were a complete stranger to me, not my type, even.

But those little details were quite intriguing, so I continued on with my “research”.

Can someone know everything about a person when the other doesn’t?

For the first two weeks, I followed you through you going between work and home, at 8:30 sharp, but you often leave late, looking tired, were you being picked on? I later knew that it was in fact, true. Poor you, but it’ll get better, I’ll make sure of that.

By following you, I learned quite a lot, your favorite foods in the convenience store, how you would get all excited when you see a stray cat, or someone walking a dog. 

But that wasn’t enough, I can see you have a mask on when you’re outside, always smiling, always so composed.

So, I did what I have to, I broke in your house. It was so easy, who hides their spare keys in somewhere so obvious? So I took it and had someone make a copy, they didn’t suspect a thing, even laughed and told me to be careful with my keys, after all, who would know they’d encounter a stalker in real life? It’s amusing.

I haven’t felt such emotions in a long time, the fear of being caught, the excitement of sneaking around, the interesting feeling when I think about how nobody suspected me.

Strangely, I didn’t feel guilt, I mean, never had. 

(Click)

Anyways, I went in your apartment, it was way smaller than what I’ve expected, and quite messy, must I add. But it holds a certain charm to it, how you really are is so obvious just by seeing this room, I find it cute, how your pajamas are lying on the bed, how you forgot to leave the cap of your toothpaste on. Always, you go to work in a hurry and come home so late, do you have time for anything?

The first day was a little dangerous, I was so into the photo albums and the trinkets you collect in your room I almost forgot the time, I went past you when you were on the ground floor, but you didn’t seem to notice me, you looked so tired, no matter how much make up you put on it couldn’t hide those dark circles.

I felt bad for you, but I can’t help out yet, the experiment will last for three months.

Can someone know everything about a person when the other doesn’t?

After that, I often visit your house, in fact, I visit every day when you were not there. I would go in, look at all your things, then leave before sun down.

It was when I tried to go in your computer and faced a password did I realize that I don’t know your name yet. 

So I went through all your stuff, finding some mail and your passport, found your password, your name and your birthday isn’t a good combination, by the way, someone bad might figure it out.

It’s too late for that, apparently.

The stuff you have in there is just, so interesting.

First of all, you should block that guy who’s keep messaging you instead of dragging it on! Why are you giving him hope? He’s disturbing you and that alone is enough for him to die a thousand times.

Next, interesting taste in fictions. We might make a good couple.

Unfortunately, I didn’t think about it too much at the time, the need to do an experiment was replaced by the excitement rather than attachment or emotions towards you, of course, I felt attached to you, but it wasn’t strong……not yet.

Then after a month or so, I went through everything I could find, including your computer, I even read all the manga and stuff to get to know you more……and I hate to admit it, but it wasn’t half bad, some had nice plots.

But at some point, I couldn’t bear the thought of not seeing you, so I went back to stalking you. I’ve gone a little rusty, but same as always, you didn’t feel it, it was a little frustrating to be honest, I don’t want you to notice me in this experiment, but at the same time I wanted you to turn your head around and use those beautiful eyes to look at me, to notice me, to show all those emotions and little details to me. I must have gone crazy……if I wasn’t at the start. 

We are only halfway through the experiment, and I’ve known so, so, so much about you, all those adorable little quirks, the real side of you, you became so beautiful in my eyes when I started stalking you again, for a moment, I thought you were an angel, not the biblical accurate ones you’ve seen in fictions, the ones people think about.

It was then I realized, I have fallen, not that deep yet, but…... 

If I stopped the experiment could we still be strangers back then? 

Can we?

No, it was too late for that……

Just following you wasn’t enough anymore, just going through your albums isn’t enough anymore, just looking through every post you made on social media isn’t enough anymore.

I have to……no, need to touch you.

It was the biggest risk I’ve taken by far, It would be the end if I was caught.

But it was so tempting, to touch your hair, your face…..to hold your hand and kiss your nose. 

I enjoy petting your hair a lot, whenever I touch them, I can’t get my hand off it it, and how comfortable you look when I pet you even when you’re sleeping. 

And the way your nose would scrunch up whenever I kiss you, as if it tickles you is just so cute.

That was just so adorable I couldn’t help but kiss you again and again, in your forehead, your eyelids, your cheeks, and your lips. They were soft, but a little dry.

It became routine, everyday when you’re fast asleep I would go in your house and just look at you, if I was feeling bold I’d touch you some more.

But it’s not enough, it’ll never be enough.

I haven’t slept well ever since I met you that day, I was making notes, or planning things, you never leave my head, every second of my life was surrounded by you, but the fact that you don’t know me was driving me crazy, you did all of this unconsciously.

By the time I realized, it’s only a week until this experiment ends. I learned about anything I could possibly learn about you, the way you talk to the people you like, the way you talk to the people you dislike, the little habit you have when you’re tense, I fell madly in love with you.

But there’s one thing I don’t know about you.

What would you do when you talk to me?

What face would you make when you see me?

Some stranger who knows all about you?

I think I have an inkling.

I can predict what you do easily, it’s amusing.

Anyways, I took a little time off from you and got some……supplies, I’ll put it that way. I’ve decorated our new place in the way you like, I hope you would appreciate it. I should be in your house by now, remember to take a deep breath.

I’ll come and get you in……

5

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                                               2

1

(Suddenly, you feel someone breathing on your neck)

(when did the door click open? )

“Ah ah ah, don’t run.”

(An arm was wrapped around your waist)

”The experiment was successful, I know aAaaLlll about you.”

(A cloth covered your mouth and your nose, you try to struggle, but it’s getting dizzy.)

“But it’s time for you to know about me. After all, it’s only fair for you to know all about me when I know you so well.”

(Your consciousness is fading, you tried to attack the person behind you, but you don’t have any strength anymore.)

“Can’t wait to have those pretty eyes looking at me.”

(You lose conscious)

[enjomo-arch]

i cooked some psd to work with wano icons for ace but hmm

[narukape]

SYPNOSIS (not really)— [name] has a crush. Kohaku does too.

WARNINGS— gn!reader, smau does not follow original timeline, cussing, probably ooc!!, extremely self-indulgent, grammar mistakes, use of all caps(?), "kys" and "die" jokes, angst, one-sided love, tiny love triangle that doesn't actually exist (will explain, i swear), sexual jokes (teenagers smh), amagi rinne. (i'll add more later in case i missed something!)

STATUS— started on february 05, 2023. ongoing!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ CHAPTERS !! (+ cast)

bitchless bees and their (equally bitchless) rose + privs

001 — old men know too much

002 — spin the roulette!

003 — spin the roulette!

004 — spin the roulette!

005 — spin the roulette!

[llyrawren]

screw it, re:tbg boss ranking. i actually really like these guys #10: yawn 2. except for yawn 2, yawn 2 hurts. i'll give the devs credit for making it so that there's only one boss that feels like a repeat (re2 and re3 felt like you were fighting a lot of the same dudes), but like. yawn 2 is the only fight i actively don't like to fight. feels like there could have been a lot more to shake it up, yawn 2 is the only boss i actively dislike fighting #9: enemy wesker. i love enemy wesker's concept, i love his gamemode, i love everything about this bozo except for the actual process of fighting him. he's just way too weak; five health makes him a joke beyond the first few scenarios, and his attacks and tricks just don't leave enough of an impact to feel like a threat. his main attack is a los move, medium evade, one damage. don't be afraid to unload a full clip onto us, wesker, we are grown adults and prepared to die #8: yawn 1. yawn 2 walked so this guy could speedwalk; i admit that it's not much of an improvement generally from yawn 2, and is certainly much easier, but always feels like a major threat given how early you fight it. i should also clarify that every boss from here i generally enjoy fighting, even if they got flaws #7: awakened tyrant. good stuff all-around; the fight feels like a good representation of the original game, backing up and firing. it doesn't stand out in my head as a major fight (heck, i almost forgot it was even a thing for this list), but it was still generally pretty fun #6: plant 42. it's a little on the easy side, being a general hp pushover especially with the v-jolt and vantage points, but it still remains a super fun fight with a unique height gimmick i'm a fan of. i like to think this is sherwin apologizing after the hellscape that was guardhouse b, and honestly, we appreciate it, buddy, this was fun #5: crimson head prototype. it's my list, and i get to decide what qualifies as a boss. chp isn't technically one, but he's got his own level in crypts a where he's a recorring threat, so i'm just gonna call him one. crypts a is a blast either way, and chp is a genuinely challenging enemy. the fact he can come back through a narrative card is sick as heck, too. i like this funky lil guy #4: neptune. i genuinely wondered what this fight was gonna be iike for 2+ years. it was one of my most anticipated, and man, it did not dissapoint. you have to flip these switches around to electrify tiles, and fend off neptune along the way. i do think the lack of hard-hitting attacks is odd, but still, neptune's a good time, worth the wait #3: black tiger. this one rocks, honestly; unique gimmicks with the ceiling retreat, web tokens, and it feels like a serious threat for when in the campaign it comes in. not only that, but poison is a legitimate threat in the fight, which i genuinely really appreciate. black tiger pretty comfortably secures this spot, is a fun, frantic duel #2: lisa trevor. love this one. it sucks the story wasn't properly represented in flavor text, but i really like this fight, needing to decide when to attack and when to push stones, fighting against lisa's attacks. it was a bit of a shame that they didn't have a mechanic where you could get knocked off the edge, but i feel like that would've been a bit overkill. generally love this one! #1: t-002 tyrant. maybe a copout to have the final boss be the final one up here, but i just really like the tyrant fight. death grip is an awesome mechanic, it incorporates movement with the signal flares, the rocket launcher, the tense feeling of the fight, it's just... man, they capped it off super well, tyrant is awesome

[mincedoaths]

last update 11/4/23

rajinikanth. 70. cis man. he/him. ┊┊ cerberus corp has been watching KINTAN NAIK.  some of the public has dubbed them SAPROPHYTE because of FUNGUS MANIPULATION gifted by EATING SOMETHING HE SHOULDN’T HAVE. having been an extra ordinary since 1969, they’re doing a good job at hiding THAT HIS POWER IS WEAK TO FIRE. when they aren’t working their day job as a PHARMACEUTICAL COMPANY CEO, they are fond of SQUASH and are never seen without GOLD PLATED LIGHTER WITH THE WORDS ‘ALWAYS STAY HUMBLE’ ENGRAVED ON THE SIDE. at first glance they seem CHARMING & GENEROUS, though their underlings know them to also be MELODRAMATIC & ARROGANT.  they consider themself a ANTI-HERO. ┊┊

001.  GENERAL

name: kintan naik | nicknames: the general | age:  70 | date of birth:  1953 | zodiac  answer | place of birth:  - | current residence:  manhattan | gender:  cis man | pronouns:  he/him | sexuality:  gay | occupation: pharmaceutical company ceo | faceclaim:  rajinikanth | height:  5'7" | tattoos: n/a | piercings:  both ears

distinguishing features: reverse rogue x-men hair color (white on the sides, black in the center), large glasses, old man swagpositive traits:  charming, intelligent, perceptive, friendlynegative traits  melodramatic, arrogant, catty, manipulativelabels / tropes: the patriarch, cool old guy, evil old folks, benevolent boss, affluent ascetic, cool old guy, feeling their age, badass in a nice suit, man of wealth and taste, loveable rogue, affably evil. old wind bag, wise old folk facade character inspiration: En (dorohedoro) likes:  positive press, being adored dislikes:  dips in the stock market, his kids disappointing him fears:  being forgotten, death hobbies:  the old rich guy classics: squash, golf, sailing, polo habits:  smoking, taking off his fashion eye glasses for dramatic effect

002.  EXTRA ORDINARY

near death experience… 

According to the About Page on his company’s website, Kintan Naik grew up in one of the poorest districts in western India. A born humanitarian, Kintan would fast for days so the other children in the orphanage he grew up in could eat their fill during meals. At age sixteen and desperate to provide for his found family, Kintan fearlessly traveled out into the nearby woods to forage for food. Fortuitously, he was able to find a large collection of mushrooms growing in the shade of a large tree. The dappled light from the sun above obscured the colors of the clusters of mushrooms and in his hunger and excitement, Kintan brought one of the plump, white caps to his lips and took a bite; it was both his greatest mistake and blessing.

In the end Kintan’s NDE allowed him to be able to feed not just his brothers and sisters at the orphanage but the other struggling people around him as well. Community food gardens grew into a thriving mushroom cultivating business that gave both nourishment and employment to the people around him. A born humanitarian, it was a no-brainier that Kintan would become a philanthropist once he accrued a mass of wealth.

Whether this story is one hundred percent true or not is up to debate, but it's not partially advisable that naysayers bring up their issues with Naik or his company in public or forums that can be tied back to them. As if there’s one thing that’s certain is that Kintan Naik has a knack for creating good press and has the sort of good will rarely shown to someone in his tax bracket.

power…  [ tw references to/mentions of bodily harm, body horror, gore, mutilation, suffocation ]

Kintan has absolute power over all types of fungi (mushrooms, mold, yeasts) and as such he can force them to rapidly go through their life cycle from spore to sporing in an instant. He can create/connect to mycelium underground networks and use the fruitbodies of mushrooms as wiretap devices.

His ability to manipulate air borne spores into full grown sporing mushrooms means that he can cause mushrooms to grow into a giant cluster. Mushrooms with toxic spores could be used to create poison clouds (Toxic Spore Bomb). And any spores breathed in/ingested could be forced into rapid growth and suffocate or explode someone from the inside out (Rapid Mushroom Growth/Infestation). He is also hypothetically able to make people ill by causing molds/yeast outbreaks in food/body parts.

[ /end of tw ]

drawbacks / vulnerabilities… 

His ability works by essentially transferring his own energy into the fungi in question so he cannot grow them indefinitely. Once he becomes exhausted he can no longer use his power and in the case that he tires himself out he would need a couple days to recover. He can also not generate fungi out of thin air, he can only manipulate existing fungi.

As they are organic material, his power is weak to anything that can damage living things but particularly fire.

He's real old. 🤷‍♂️

The mycelium must be able to reasonably able to connect to each other whether they are rooted into the ground or able to spread far enough to connect to the network.

codename…  His marketing team came up with Saprophyte.

003.  EXTRA

he has a gaggle of adopted children he's putting through saw-like sociopathic mind games to see which one is best suited to take over the family business once he retires

he is the face of many online memes that may or may not have been the work of his marketing and pr teams

has been time's person of the year

he caries small envelopes/baggies with different mushroom spores for emergency use.

he wears various rings with false gems that also contain spores but for particularly toxic fungi/fungi whose fruitbody grows extremely large (reserved for life-or-death situations).

003.  CONNECTIONS:

The Royal Court: Kintan's six children. [ 4/6 roles reserved ] Friends of the Family: SONGSTRESS / HIMIKO YAMADA

The Court Jesters: SAVANT / JAMES SAAB RUBIX / JUNGHYUN HARVEY KWON

[khrused-archived]

edit ft. hera's tattoos & piercings

001. rose tattoo , behind her right here with the stem along the curve of her neck.

002. nipple piercings , on both breasts. mainly barbells but she will have fun with different jewelry from time to time.

003. tiny gold locket , not a piercing or tattoo but a piece of jewelry hera will never be without. gifted to her by bailey.

004. "love me" tattoo and naval piercing , beneath her left hip bone. in all caps and small text.

005. b initial tattoo , on her left wrist. the b is for her daughter, bailey.

006. ear piercings , she has several piercings on both ears. about 3 on the left lobe, 2 on her left cartilage. and 4 on her right lobe, 1 on her right cartilage, and tartus piercing on her right.