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Steve Rogers: "Language!"
Tony Stark: "What? I didn't say anything."
Steve Rogers: "You were thinking it really loudly."
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amoodybun · 10 months
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A Chow Chow Fighter
Stout and fluff. And possibly...more fluff.
All the Dogs so far!
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2-eeillustration · 9 months
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Processor is stirring with a lot a fun ideas from the last tweet I made so here's another obj head adoptable!🛡️✨ Bid thread: https://twitter.com/2eeillust/status/1682254211910889473
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auroraromaximoff · 2 years
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Fury, Nat, Clint, Maria: *Wearing a slightly lighter shade of black*
Y/n: And here ladies, gents, and thems, we have the designer and his models sporting SHEILD's new spring line!
Wanda: *Whistles* Looking good Nat!
Nat: *Strikes a pose*
Yelena: POSER!!!
Nat: *glares*
Y/n: Run Lena, run!
Everyone: *laughing*
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delulu-hours · 7 months
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It's gonna be okay [1]
Paring: Bucky Barnes x Latina!reader
Summary: You and Bucky cross paths through some turn of events, but he keeps you hidden instead of killing you off like he was assigned. There was something about you that he couldn't bring himself to end, so he took you somewhere you would be safe. Slowly, you learn more about each other and rely on one another before realizing it. All you know is that everything will be okay.
Warning: Talk about Bucky's past and trauma.
A/n: It is going to start during the Captain America Winter Soldier and going through until The Falcon and The Winter Soldier. You guys can best bet that there will be some fluff as I want to have a happy ending for my baby. He's been through so much and he needs it.
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You should have known better.
A small groan left your lips as you held your side. The warm blood oozed out as the sound of shooting echoed. You have one bullet left in your semi-automatic pistol. Your heartbeat drummed within your ears as you rested your head on the car door. You pressed yourself back further into the car as you scanned the sides of you. You didn't know how you got dragged into this. One second, you were at home; the next thing you knew, SHIELD agents were storming into your apartment. Guns aimed at you, and you knew something was very wrong. 
And now you were getting shot at as you ran away from them. Unprepared for it all. You close your eyes, taking a deep breath before you move your feet under you. If you could do it, you could exit if you dashed around this building. You had been around this block before, so there would be an alleyway where you could take a fire escape stairs up. You placed your gun in your pants waist before you took off. Keeping your head low and hand over your wound as you ran, you didn't stop for anything. It was your life on the line, and you're sure hell aren't risking it. The bullets flew past you, and you managed to avoid them as you turned the corner. Yelling reached your ears, and you raced up the fire escape. The adrenaline rushed through your veins, and the blood kept seeping out. You did lose your footing here and there due to the blood loss, but you kept pushing forward. That was until you were on the roof and safe.
Or so you thought. 
You were body-slammed into the ground. A groan left your lips as the wind was knocked out of you. You tried to blink the black and gray dots that invaded your vision as you gasped for air. Your lungs begged for it as the weight on your chest prevented you from taking enough air in. You felt the pain from the gunshot wound plus the pain from being knocked down onto your back. When your vision cleared, you looked at the assailants on top of you. The man's hands wrapped around your neck, and your hands automatically grabbed his wrist. You looked him in the eye as you tried to fight him off. His long black hair fell into his face, but you could see his icy blue eyes. Void of any emotions, he stared at you blankly. His fingers tightened around your neck, and you felt it— the cool sensation as you took in his metal arm.
This was it. 
This was how you were going to die. Your grip loosened around his wrist as you felt all the will to fight back slip away. Your gasping became shorter as you tried to take your last breaths, hands falling to the side where his legs around you were. The sky was clear as you looked past your attacker. The sun shone up high, yet the heat wasn't bad. Your vision soon began to lose focus.
This was it.
Before everything went black and you slipped away, those icy blue eyes of your assailant were the last thing you saw. One last breath and everything went black. 
It was over.
No more looking over your shoulder.
No more living in fear.
You were free.
Safe in the darkness of death.
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A creaking noise caused you to open your eyes, confused. You had thought you died, but here you were, lying in some run-down-looking room. A small light lit the entire room as you slowly pushed yourself up. Pain shot through your left side as you placed a hand over it. Your eyes were on the person sitting in front of the bed, very close to the wall. You took him in and knew it was your assailant. The mask he wore covered half his face, and his icy blue eyes watched. It was as if they were taking in your every movement. The light reflected on the mental arm he had on his left side as arms rested in his lap. "Who are you?" Your voice cracked, and you felt the tenderness in your throat. You didn't even realize how raw it felt until you swallowed. He didn't respond as he got up and left, leaving you alone. You looked at your side and lifted your blood-stained shirt as you took in the wraps around your torso. It was safe to say this man was the one who stitched you up. The dull, aching pain from your side itched a bit. Then you felt it. Eyes watching you as you snapped your head up and locked your gaze on him. He took four strides and stood close to the foot of the bed. He had a cup of water in his hands as he held it out for you. You started it, weighing your options. A defeated sigh left your lips as you took it. You didn't need to question his intentions at this point; after all, you wouldn't be able to escape him. This man overpowered you in many ways that you knew you didn't stand a chance. You brought the cup to your lips and drank the water, hoping that if he poisoned you, it would kill you quickly.
As the cool liquid coated your throat, you couldn't help but let out a stifled moan. It felt amazing and soothed the rawness. You drank it all and placed the cup in your lap once you were done. "Thank you." Your voice sounded better than before. The man didn't acknowledge you, only taking the cup and leaving you alone. You watched him until he was out of view before your eyes drifted around the room. It was abandoned; you could tell by how quiet it had been and how the walls lacked their vibrancy. The bed squeezed at any slight movement, and the wooden floors let out a small groan. You still hadn't understood why you were alone. Playing with your hands, you closed your eyes. "Might as well count my blessings." You had felt tired, and you know it was from earlier events. After a few minutes, you lay back down and get as comfortable as possible. 
It didn't look like you would be leaving anytime soon, so you figured you'd try to enjoy whatever time you had left. A small sigh left your lips. You hadn't ever imagined being placed in this situation.
Scratch that.
You had, but with trying to run away from your past, you thought you'd never had to. 
"Huir de tus problemas es una carrera que nunca ganarás. (Running away from your problems is a race you'll never win)"
The voice echoed in your ears. 
"Por mucho que lo intentes no podrás huir de ti mismo. (No matter how hard you try, you can't run away from yourself)" 
You closed your eyes again, pushing the voices back and falling asleep. You didn't want to overthink or recall your past. You just wanted to live a normal life.
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A couple of weeks have passed. You hadn't bothered looking for a way out, even when your mystery assailant left you alone for hours. You are sitting on the old, worn-out couch with a book and a blanket over your lap. As you flipped to the next page of Fahrenheit 451, you didn't bother glancing up when you heard the door open. By the soft steps, you knew who it was. "Welcome back." You paused at the end of the paragraph, looking at the man who stared at you. He had a neutral look as he placed some bags down. You took in that he had stopped covering his face with his mask, allowing you to see more of his face. You didn't let yourself be bothered by his unresponsive attitude, as he barely even spoke to you. Sometimes, he would speak in languages you didn't understand. Other times, he would say a few words in English or Spanish. But most of the time, he just watched you, and it felt like most of the time he was studying you. Trying to understand you.
You never really knew why, but you slowly noticed that he seemed less guarded around you. The icy blue eyes seemed less cold and more curious and interested. You didn't feel like you had to be careful around him, as if you were walking on broken glass. He walked over to you, and you noticed the first aid kit in his hands as you marked your spot in the book before placing it down. He sat next to you, and you pulled your shirt up, exposing the wound that had been healing reasonably well. He went to work, cleaning and rewrapping it as you watched him. His fingers worked gently as he focused on the task. The strands of his hair got in his face, and you couldn't help it as you moved it behind his ear. He froze at the contact, and you quickly pulled back, mumbling sorry in Spanish. He glanced up at you, and you held his gaze. You felt the way your heart picked up its pace and the way your breath got caught in your throat. You had to admit to yourself that he was attractive. Something about those blue eyes contrasted nicely with his dark brown hair, which drew you in. The more you kept looking at him, the more you felt a pull. You cleared your throat and looked away, mind racing with thoughts as you felt him finish up what he was doing. You bit your cheek as you waited until he was done. When he began to put the things away, you quickly got up— pulling the blanket with you as you rushed to the room and closed the door behind you. 
You rested your back on the door as you slid down it. Your head falls forward as you let out a deep breath. One that you hadn't realized you were holding. You gave yourself time to calm down before you pushed yourself up and crawled into bed. You pulled the blanket over you as you closed your eyes and tried to lull yourself to sleep. You didn't want to think about it. You were scared to come to terms with the attraction you were feeling for the man because that meant if you were feeling something for him, it would hurt you. 
"Los sentimientos te debilitan. Ellos te maten. (Feelings make you weak They get you killed)"
Your father's voice rang in your head. His training burned into your mind as he forced you to learn that those emotions got your brother killed. It is what made your mother die. Her love for you killed her, as she didn't survive childbirth. 
"En el momento en que te permitas amar y cuidar es el momento en que morirás. (The moment you allow yourself to love and care is the moment you will die)"
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Two and half months passed, and you were amazed he was still keeping you alive. There would be days when he would return, and something felt off about him. It was as if he felt colder and less friendly, but he never once harmed you. "What's your name?" You finally dared to ask. The curiosity to learn more about him has finally gotten the better side of you. 
"Name?" He tilted his head to the side a bit. You placed the book down and looked at him, shifting your body so you could face him. He had been sitting on the other end of the couch, his hand playing with the knife as he had watched you. "Winter Soldier." The man had heard others call him that, so he assumed that was what you meant; however, he was confused when you shook your head. "Prisoner 56898." He tried again.
"Oh, corazón, (sweetheart)" You felt a wave of sadness wash over you. "Those aren't names." You said softly, understanding why it seemed like this man watched you with interest half this time. He had been treated as a prisoner to the point that he didn't know his name. He just gave you a confused look but nodded. You smiled at him, trying to push away the sadness as you grabbed his hand. "How about this," You gently rubbed your thumb on the back of his hand. "I'll refer to you as corazón, if you're fine with that." He looked down at your hands over his before looking back up at you and gave you a slight nod. "Perfecto. (perfect)" You said softly as you moved your hand back. The moment he felt the loss of contact with you, he was quick to grab a hold of your hand in his. The action caught you off guard, along with the strength he put behind it, as you fell into him a bit. The knife fell to the ground with a small thud. You used your free hand to catch yourself as it was over his chest, and your face was inches from his. Your breath hitched as you looked at him to see him staring at you. His eyes scanned your face, and you could see the internal conflict in those beautiful icy blue eyes. The conflict that felt like the same one you were having before all the signals telling you to move seemed to fade, and you moved in slowly. He didn't move, not even when your lips touched his delicately. You didn't want to force anything upon him, so you pulled back a bit, trying to see his reaction. His icy blue eyes burned into you, and you felt his hand move to your neck as he pulled you back into his. When he felt his lips connect with yours, your eyes fluttered close as he kissed you. There was so much need in the kiss. You pulled yourself closer to him, moving your hands up his chest. You could feel his metal hand hovered over your back, almost scared to touch you with it. You pulled back from the kiss and placed your forehead on his. "It's okay." You whispered, letting him know that you trust him. That you knew he wasn't going to hurt you. "Estará bien. (it's gonna okay)" You could see the slight fear in his eyes before he gently placed his hand on your waist. You didn't move, wanting him to see it was okay. 
You gave him a soft kiss on his cheek before you hugged him. His arms slowly wrapped around his torso as he was gentle with you. His face was buried into your neck, and you could feel his stubble that was growing tickle the skin of your neck. You guys stayed like that for a bit, only moving to adjust yourselves to get comfortable in the hug. He didn't bother moving away, even when you began to run your fingers through his hair. Your heart was beating loudly in your chest; if he heard it, he didn't say anything about it. And just like that, with his warm embrace, you felt yourself slowly relax and drift off into sleep.
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tender-madness · 8 months
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Mmmmmmmmm
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Mario's Mentor Tips.
Here is a list of tips that I have gotten from Mario.
When jumping. Only bend your legs slightly. Let gravity do most of the work
You should try and throw fireballs over hand with the Dominant hand and underhand with your secondary hand.
Try to break your fall with your hands, shoulders, or elbows when diving if you can't tuck and roll.
In order to spin jump, turn around several times. Then, you want to stomp your foot while bending your knees a little. This allows you to propel yourself upward.
The Polter-F.L.U.D.D. can only allow you to hover. The poltergust functions disable the part that allows you to create lift.
The best method of high jumping is squatting. Then performing a backflip.
You can only immobilize an enemy if you have charged up a honey gob. Don't be afraid to Parry your in order to let your honey meter charge up.
You can carry only a single 1-Up/revival Mushroom at a time. We are conserving them after Tutanga's revenge.
Haggle within prices at shops. But not too much. They will reset the price if you low ball them.
That some of the smaller tips. He has given me.
I think if you are gonna be platforming. You should also follow some of these tips.
Garth Signing off
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soren49 · 2 months
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Dragon Roast Coffee: Paladin Blend
So I've been working with a coffee company to do all their artwork for the past year an a half! I'll be uploading the art as time goes on, but please consider buying coffee and supporting my friend's company!  https://dragonroast.coffee/
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mrkmciver · 2 years
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Shield Prayer
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amoodybun · 11 months
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[75/100]
An Akita Fighter
The sheild at her front, she hold steady.
All the Dogs so far!
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Black Widow by Douglas Bicalho
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𝔄 𝔟𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔱𝔞𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔡… 𝔉𝔦𝔢𝔯𝔠𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔢𝔱𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫… 𝔑𝔢𝔴 𝔣𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔭𝔰… 𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔡𝔦𝔰𝔠𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔦𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔫𝔢𝔴 𝔞𝔡𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔊𝔞𝔩𝔞𝔯 𝔯𝔢𝔤𝔦𝔬𝔫?
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"Hello, hello!!"
Without waiting for a response to the doorbell chime, the front door swung open. A Wooloo trotted into the living room entrance, its trainer not far behind. "Oh, is that your flash new phone, Bean?"
The redheaded girl turned, resting her arm on the couch cushions as a Mudkip gleefully jumped up beside her. "Huh? Oh, yeah! Been breaking it in this morning. Need somethin', Hop?"
"Were you watching Lee's exhibition match on it?" The boy grinned. "You can't cheer him on with your hands full, yknow! The only way to properly cheer on Lee would be with his famous Charizard pose!"
"Y'know, i wasn't expecting you to be here today..." Bean pointed out. "Isn't today the big day??"
Hop waves his hand in the air. "Yeah but never mind that, I got the match recorded at home anyway! Come with me, Bean! Lee should be here any minute, and he ALWAYS brings presents so I'd bring that bag of yours! Now I gotta run, see ya at mine here in a bit!!"
With that, the boy ran from the room just as fast as he'd entered, the door shutting behind him as he and his Wooloo headed for town.
"Haaaa..." Bean groaned. "How does he have so much energy??"
"Mudkip!"
Bean chuckled. "Yeah, I know. Well, let's get a move on, Mudbud. We don't want to be left out on all the fun, do we?"
Bean (c) Myself // Parts from game rips by MikuMikuKnight
Hop (c) Game Freak // Nintendo // MikuMikuNight
Stage (c) Game Freak // Nintendo // New3DsSuchti
Wooloo (c) Game Freak // Nintendo // kaahgomedl
Mudkip (c) Game Freak // Nintendo // CelestCSilvari
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CheapLens (c) Sovoro
SvSSAO (c) Sovoro
DreamShader (c) Ianami
Diffusion: (c) Sovoro
o_toProfileColor (c) Otamon
FullSimpleSoftShadow (c) Beamman
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kassies-take · 2 years
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If You Found Out Detrimental Information
Can be read a stand alone imagine
Warning: Abuse, Assault
Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3
You: *gets a tip of Hydra infiltrating SHIELD*
You & Stike Team: *go to James Island, Washington*
You: *sneaks into the computer room to back up drive*
Rumlow: *guards door* you find it
You: 80%
“Hydra” guards: *starts making their way to room*
Rumlow: *whispers* they may have found us
You: *whisper yell* hold on!
Rumlow: they’re getting closer
You: it’s fine let go!
Rumlow: *shoots at the wall giving the Hydra agents a warning*
You: *shoots through a window, harness yourself in the building with a grapple hook, repels down the building*
Runlow: *behind* Strike move out
Building: *explodes*
You & Strike: *board the Quinjet and leaves*
Rumlow: *flies the Quinjet and keeps an eye on you*
You: *sits on laptop and trying to decode information*
Computer: *gives you all the Names of Hydra Infiltration*
You: *blood runs cold, subtly looks around and THINKS* everyone here is Hydra *looks through all the names to memorize, THINKS* thank god for photographic memory
Rumlow: you should join us Romanoff
You: *realizes the jet is hovering not flying*
Rumlow: you’re already doing hydra’s dirty work
You: *glares* Hercules defeated Hydra
Rumlow: you’re a smart kid, but your old man the Winter Soldier works for us
You: *continues to glare*
Rumlow: we had to erase all his memories of you, but something tells me you won’t be that easy *taps on your temple*
You: *punches Rumlow*
Strike Team Members: *tries to hold you down*
You: *fights a 1 v 20*
Strike Team Members: *lands a few punches and wrap their arms around your body*
Rumlow: *punches your face*
You: *busted, bruised, on the verge of being knocked out*
Rumlow: *reaches into your vest pocket* you put up a good fight kid, just like your Pops *takes out the drive* but cut off one head, two shall take its place *grabs your collar and drags you towards the back*
Strike Team Members: *opens the Quinjet door* Hail Hydra
Rumlow: *punches you in the gut and then your face* Hail Hydra *throws you out of the Quinjet*
You: *sees Rumlow smirk, hits the water, passes out*
Rumlow: *crushes the drive and throws it out incrementally* She saved our lives from the explosion. Say exactly what happened till the building exploded, Hydra rigged the place to blow whatever information was there was very important. Some of us tried to find her but agents started to surround the place, Romanoff and the intel was lost.
A Strike Team Member: would it have been better to make sure she was dead
Rumlow: injuries like that and a fall like that would kill her. If not a shark would.
Rumlow: *contacts Alexander Pierce*
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Rumlow: The intel is valuable to Hydra. They knew we were coming for it and blew the building. Y/n tried to get the information, didn’t make it out
Fury: we’re you able to get any information
Rumlow: no
Natasha: *knows Rumlow is emitting information* my daughter
Rumlow: sorry for your loss, Agent Romanoff
Natasha: *storms out of the room* I’m coming to get you baby
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floodgoblin · 1 year
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Commission for a friend of mine!
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alastorvortex · 3 months
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This is Ignisscurry, the fire squirrel Pokemon. He is the fire starter or the fjordheim region. Of course, this is a fakemon, so yeah. Its description is “it likes to store berries in its tail, like skwovet, but when it takes the berries out, it has a nice char.”
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