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herorkgk · 10 months

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Now I'm curious. What's YOUR favorite OW2 skin??

i'll do you one better, here's my fave skins (that i own) for all the heroes

i opened up my game for this, if anyone reads through this good luck im sorry.

d.va - shin-ryeong

i can't even begin to describe why i love this skin so much but my fave part of it is the candles on her cannons

doomfist - saitama

fun fact i became the very thing i hate for this skin (doomfist player)

junkerqueen - zeus

i literally do not care this is her best skin and nothing that could come out for her will EVER be as good as this

orisa - reindeer

another case of they can never make something for her as good as this

ramattra - poseidon

honestly again. ik he doesn't have many but its just. how can they top this? i'm very into greek mythology so this event was really awesome for me tbh

reinhardt - cardboard i've wanted this skin ever since ow1 btdubs bc my fave spray for him was always him as a kid trick or treating with cardboard armour and i wanted him to have a cardboard skin so bad. when they came out with it i caved... it was just everything i ever wanted

roadhog - pachimari

i do not play roadhog.

sigma - maestro

i like scuba too bc of his rock hard abs but this one is just so unique

winston - werewolf

i also do not play winston but i love werewolves and i got this in a lootbox once

wrecking ball - horizon

i don't play this stupid thing but i like lore skins

zarya - totally 80's

DONT CAREEEEE best zarya skin

ashe - little red

this has been the staple ashe skin for me. ashe has a lot. a LOT of really good s tier skins and i think she has the most best skins out of other characters aside from like. tracer and genji.

bastion - coffin

bird is a freaking skeleton. best skin

cassidy - riverboat

i've been wearing blackwatch lately and i keep losing so i think its a skin issue. going back to tried n true

echo - kkachi

she's actually the cutest

genji - genos

i really like one punch man....

hanzo - casual

i remember the controversy over this skin back in the day it was so funny how grandpa they made him look. i think i like this one the most on hanzo bc i just like him as a character. i also like how this skin is him finally just being himself and in a subtle way showing how he's grown into himself as a person. means a lot to me

junkrat - dr. junkenstein

DONT CAREEEEEEEE BEST SKIN IN THE ENTIRE GAME NEXT!!!!!!

mei - jiangshi

best mei skin ik melon exists but be serious

pharah - orbital

pharah has a bunch of good ones too but i can't help loving her being bald

reaper - lü bu

best reaper skin. do not care

sojourn - cyber detective

people who pretend sojourn has no good skins are delusional this is peak

soldier 76 - grillmaster

do i need to say more. i will this was the first skin i ever worked really hard for in ow1. when i started playing again i grinded for days to get enough coins to get the full set golf swing pose, highlight intro and skin. i prayed i would get it in lootboxes but i never did so i worked really hard for this. corny but it means a lot to me, that was probably the most fun i ever had playing this stupid game

sombra - face changer

i wear bride a lot too but nothing can beat face changer. imo this is one of the top 10 skins in the game if i was rating them. i love the mythology, i love the colour palette, i love the animations as the face changes, i love that you can see which face she is currently wearing on her gun in real time. its a really impressive skin

symmetra - oasis

best sym skin its so elegant and pretty and cunty

torbjorn - cybjorn

kraft mac n cheese.....

tracer - comic book

i loveeeeee this one the panels from london calling.... eats this skin

widowmaker - ange de la mort

as a widow main this skin makes me hot

ana - night owl

goth bird. best skin

baptiste - funky

dude i will never not love this skin the custom music when you select it and the gun colours. groovy

i've hit my pic limit unfortunately i will need to rb and finish the rest

#.answered #i'm so sorry you've activated a neuron in me and i've become the most annoying person to my followers

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you-hate-time-travel · 8 days

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(carapacian romance anon back again i think we should just. idk stick to an emoji? i would suggest an orange bc its my fav colour but im allergic to citruses :( ill continue to brainstorm on that + tmbg & th give me life) ANYHOW, i dont think hussie ever thought people were going to like the carapacians as much as anybody else but like. it was bound to happen eventually i suppose wq & wk sure show some kind of romantic interest in the comic, but as you said from a king and a queen that's kind of what you expect. would their relationship be a form of comphet in carapacian society? given that carapacians dont exactly have gender so the need for comphet standards is obsolete, but their relationship is like.. that of a standard relationship humans understand i love taking concepts from troll society and human society and twisting it up and everything but, having said that, would carapacian romance be limited to only 1 kind, 4 kinds or 9 kinds. why do leprechauns need that many?? i know its based off of lucky charms cereal. i honest to god never heard of the cereal until homestuck but surely because its *9* it has to be complex, right hussie didnt just add it in there because of a CEREAL RIGHT? but its hussie we're talking about here WHY WOULD HE DO ANY OF THIS

i feel like WQ/WK (and by extension the dersite royalty?) could be presented like that in-universe as like, a shorthand or trope? like, it's easy set-dressing for these kids to understand while they're, idk, becoming gods or whatever

He probably gave them nine charms to mix and match because she was kind of making fun of trolls. Complex romance system that people got very attached to? Lol, these guys have it even more complicated. AND theyre all gay.

#talky tag #asky tag

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twottie-m8 · 1 year

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Hello! I’ve been trying to remember to send you a little message for weeks now, but I somehow keep forgetting. Today I went: now’s the time and I’m not doing anything else until I’m done! Anyhow, one of the main reasons I’ve been having such a hard time writing this, is that I’ve attempted to express my feelings for your art in words a couple times and they haven’t felt complete, somehow. 🤔 But now, I’ve decided this will have to be good enough!

About your Dream’s Birthday Party comic, my goodness, there is so much sweetness and loveliness poured into it. It was an absolute pleasure to read and wait for, and, although you say the ending was somewhat predictable, I was FLOORED when Dream pulled the engagement ring out. I felt like sobbing in a most positive way. 🥹💕 Everything about it was so funny and charming! The characterisation, Hob’s inherent sillines, the splash of colours from Delirium’s wrapping, the FERRET CUDDLING INTO DREAM, DREAM’S LITTLE “Oh!”, HOB CATCHING DREAM MIDAIR—IT’S GOOD, IT’S SOSOSO GOOD. 😭

I am, especially, madly in love with your Hob and Dream dynamic. It’s, hands down, one of my favourites. Dream constantly feels like a princess whose knight in shining armour has finally showed up and carried her to her castle with love and strength. He is… so soft and touch starved, I adore him and his expressions… And Hob. He looks so ridiculously whipped for this beautiful creature, he’d do anything for him, and he is so funny and sweet and silly about it. He’s marvellous and they’re adorable together. 😭😭🫶

This got long, I hope you don’t mind! But yeah, I love your dreamling art and hope to talk to you again. Have a fantastic day! 🖤

BRO???

I have never in my life imagined that a spur-of-the-moment comic could touch so many folks' hearts it brings me so much joy to see yall find comfort and entertainment in something I made for shits n giggles off-handedly.

Each detail I established in the comic came to be like this: what's the next part? -> sketch it out thinking of the bigger image -> oh we need to fill in details -> monkey brain says "haha what if we did this" -> then I go "what IF we did?? What is stopping us"

At least for the comic, I had imagined it taking place in a time where dream finds himself happy and content; his family is as made up as they could be, he's got his shit together and an immortal lover so devoted he waited 133 years unsure if dream was ever going to show up in his life again. This had definitely taken a part into how i characterized them for the comic! Think of it as a happy ending au or something lol

(^Although I say this, the setting of the comic can very much be open to interpretation! I would hate to spoil anyone's fun 😊)

My dreamling dynamic I think stems from the fact that I have not read the comics and so I don't really have a complete grasp of how they're supposed to be. Going off of what I've gotten from the show and the fandom, I kinda just went with whatever characterizations I liked. Although I'm typically someone who likes to enjoy consuming content/stories/franchises by starting at the very beginning source material, this has felt quite freeing to essentially just play around with these characters like they're barbie dolls.

I really do feel how far I've come as an artist and storyteller seeing the little kiddie fan I used to be in the people that squeal and cheer for each updated part and/or post, and that now IM the person that kid me would've looked up to online... it just hits a deep part of my heart haha

Thank you so much for the ask! It really means a lot to me 💕

#ask #twottie talks #Dreamling Birthday Comic Tag #<- for consistency sake #i really had to take a moment to steady my heart before reading this ask #everytime someone comes in to personally tell me how my works mean to them gets to me everytime #long post #hotcocoabuns

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help-im-a-gay-fish · 1 year

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I posted 866 times in 2022

232 posts created (27%)

634 posts reblogged (73%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@help-im-a-gay-fish

@zu-is-here

@digitalvoidheart

@kotikaleo

@jann-the-bean

I tagged 172 of my posts in 2022

#undertale au - 81 posts

#undertale multiverse - 78 posts

#my art - 78 posts

#shipping - 66 posts

#sansest - 61 posts

#fluffynightkiller - 47 posts

#fluffynightkiller week - 36 posts

#sanscest - 30 posts

#fluffynightkiller week 2022 - 25 posts

#fluffynight - 22 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#so! what if persephone wants to (just a joke) but he rudely says 'no' and this makes his husband a bit scary and sad (cause he doesn't know

My Top Posts in 2022:

Darkcream week day 6: Choice

Original shattered dream belongs to @galacii

(úwù)

Favourite dayyyyyy!! took me a few tries to come up with a concept that would stick, and went with this one!! I loveeee it ahh! I’m super happy with the layout and idea for the prompt, yall know this scene. Chose angst again, reading that comic again is sooooo nostalgic.

darkcream week @zu-is-here

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Following flower petals

Following flower petals.

Original nightmare and Dream by jokublog jokublog

Greekgods au by me

Synopsis: after being recently taken from his home, the young god of joy and spring attempts to find his escape.

Enjoy;)

The flower ran.

He ran, and he ran and he ran.

Robes flowed behind him as his feet beat the path, catching and ripping on rocks and jagged stones. Gnarled and dead tree routs hung above his head like rotten chandler's, each begging for a touch of life. Time he did not have.

It's hard to say how long the flower ran, crossing over the climate at fast as he could possibly go.

One river burned his bare feet, the next plunged his bones into water colder than ice, still, it didn't slow him long. This landscape was unforgiving and never-ending, no cavern wall was ever in view, but there had to be one eventually. This place had to have an exit.

He'd heard stories of people escaping the place, and how hard it was to reach the borders of the kingdom, and this fueled his determination.

The ground was cold now, a grey sharp grass was under his feet, the feeling of it sending memories of his home to the forefront of his mind. He wouldn't let the false plants fool him, there was not a drop of life in any leaf.

Dead.

He hated it here.

He was determined to get back to green lush fields, nothing would stop him for as long as he lived.

His immortal life had been a short one by God standards, but he'd spent all of it under the close care of his mother, Nim.

He'd spent his life in a beautiful and thriving fruit orchard. His childhood was spent running around harvesting apples of all colours from the trees, his mother telling him about the different kinds he found.

A charming life for a child.

"....."

But now? If his mother left his side for a second a nymph was watching his every step like a hawk. Each mouth of food and every sip of water was all monitored and tailored.

Who would have known that the first time he finally got away from one prison he'd be traded straight for another? Yet he'd take the garden over the underworld any day.

He was not just going to sit and look pretty and wait to be rescued, he was going to get free. Perhaps this was his chance to prove to his mother that he could look after himself!

He would earn his respect.

He would-

Something grabbed his foot.

It hadn't been a strong grab by any means, but the suddenness had startled the young god enough to send him falling flat on his face.

Quickly he turned to his back and was met with the sight of a shrunken face. One who had perhaps been a rabbit monster in life, but now's ears were hung loosely by their face, framing the sunken eyes and deadpan look. They were on their knees, their hand now gripped harshly on the god's leg. Their airless lungs rattled as they hissed an incoherent whisper.

Dream yelped and shifted fast, fighting to wrench his foot from the monster's grip to no avail.

Much to the horror of Dream, there appeared to be more around, each dressed in dark black and slowly making their way through the grey field towards him. Not one of them said a word, dry breathing filled the air.

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Some random ship kids I designed though an oc generator!

So I felt inspired when I saw this skelesona generator

So I wanted to try using it to make some random ship kids.

These are some rare pares I've been thinking about lately, so decided to use these.

I love themmmm

This was so fun to dooo

And wellll I couldn't resist the bonus once I had this ideaaa

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My #1 post of 2022

hello Gayfish !! sorry for all the time it took me to do this. but I adore it !! I adore how it turned out and I hope you like it. Sincerely Kanna

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KANNA OH MY GOODNESS!!

!!jhfdkjfjd,mfasI

don't know what to say!?!?!?! this is so gorgeous I'm awestruck by you!!! I am so unbelievably grateful for this!

You wanted to draw my babies as part of a sweet family unit and I'm dying over here!!!

the clothes on the twins!!!!! Celly's little hat is so adorable!!!!! Cross' jacket is so good, with that collar it looks like he's bowering style tips from his partner.

but shattered though...holding Luna so soft! Nighty having Celest on his lap!!

!AHHHHHHHHH!!H!H!H!H!H!THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU SO SO MUCH!!!! i will love this foreverrrrr

also I've gotta share this @zu-is-here

This was originally submitted to me by @aoi-kanna who is an amazing artist. Tumblr however, wouldn't let me post the submission, so I had to make it a new post. I needed you all to see this beautiful work.

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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unlimitedhorsepower · 1 year

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this is what ryan does when karina needs to go buy an obscure course book for university and he promised to drive her to the obscure book store thats the only place in sternbild stocking the book so hes just meandering around the store while karina is trying to secure her course book copies. but ryan doesnt know what dyke means for some ungodly reason

he was just attracted to this book because it has a colourful cover and has comics in it bc he is a grown man who hates reading so it goes like this

ryan (loudly in a full book store): whoa... dykes to watch out for. hey princess who are dykes? karina (thinking she heard wrong): what ryan: dykes? d-y-k-e karina: WHAT ryan: what do you mean WHAT, eh karina: YOU CANT SAY THAT? ryan: oi oi im just reading this book cover. see. dykes to watch out for karina: WHY CANT YOU USE SIMPLE OBSERVATIONAL SKILLS OR READ THE BACK COVER OR SOMETHING !!!!!

(this is so cringe and embarrassing shes never going to step foot in this store again she needs to apologize to everyone shes never asking ryan to help out with anything ever again)

#karina is the lesbo he is watching out for

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hikari-ni-naritai · 2 years

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what are 3 things you’d say shaped you into who you are?

hmmm. religious trauma. mlp. runescape?

7. what scares you the most and why?

honestly like. pain? do not do well with pain. in terms of things that dont like, actively cause me harm, though, like irrational fears, darkness.

9. tell a story about your childhood

i didnt like, DO anything during my childhood, so i mostly only have stories about shitty things my parents did. but mostly the shit my parents did wasnt horrible enough to be interesting. uhhhh. well i dont know when this was but at some point when i was young my mom took me to see some comedian and i ended up sitting next to a cute blonde girl who was like. extremely touchy-feely, which i dont think id ever experienced before. like she was like one of those southern old ladies who would touch your shoulder when they laugh. yknow? anyway i got her email address bc i didnt have a phone or social media at that age and we talked a little bit before she dropped off the face of the earth. i hope shes doing okay, she was a very nice girl.

11. what do you consider to be romance?

i dont have an answer to this! it might be the kind of thing where i know it when i see it? but i dont really have any kind of definition of romance.

17. name 3 things that make you happy

cats, cute girls kissing, cute catgirls kissing

19. favourite thing about the day?

i have only been up for an hour and a half but i did have time to run to Town Proper and get mcdonalds for breakfast instead of having to eat burger king again

20. favourite things about the night?

OH i understand the previous question now. theres nothing good about the Day. things are open. fuck the day anyway the NIGHT is excellent. theres no one around and if i need to drive anywhere the roads are fuckin empty. im so used to being able to not think about driving that when i go anywhere before midnight i get kinda overwhelmed by the existence of people.

24. what’s one thing you’re proud of yourself for?

ive answered this already but i can think of another one. im proud of myself for making the insane decision to start hrt while still having to go to work in the office. it didnt pan out, obviously, bc we went into lockdown within a month of that decision, but it was an uncharacteristically powerful decision.

26. fave colour and why?

i like sky blue, bc back in college when i was still an education major, when i ahd to like, shadow a teacher in their school, i had to dress up and the nicest shirt i had was a blue button-down shirt that went really well with a couple ties i had. around this point my artist friend i mentioned in a previous response started up a comic about our friend group and he put my character in that shirt. used to use a picture from that for my tumblr and stuff for ages so the colour has just kinda stuck with me since then

27. any nicknames?

some variations on emily but thats it.

29. what do you do when you’re sad?

really depends! sometimes i listen to sad music, sometimes i take a drive for an hour, sometimes i complain about whats wrong to someone, sometimes i mope around in bed until i pass out. who knows!

30. what’s one thing that never fails to make you happy/happier?

i dont think theres any surefire cure it really depends on what im sad about. probably bc some things that WOULD make me feel better are things im nowhere near in the mood to experience.

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jars-artcollection · 2 years

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this page is stuck in my head forever like a wallpaper

id: A digital redraw of a one piece manga page. The biggest top square is an establishing shot of Trafalgar Law in a really tilted low perspective. He is sitting on a red couch-like bench, with his arms over the back. He is a tall brown man with skull-shaped vitiligo on his face and neck, tattoos on his arms and hands, and a white spotted fluffy bucket hat. His hoodie is black and yellow, with the sleeves bunched up around his elbows. His jeans are skinny and covered in spots. On the row behind him is a polar bear dressed in an orange boiler suit who's holding a sword. On both sides of Law are two people who are wearing white boiler suits, neither of them with visible faces.

On the lower strip are two squares, read right to left. The right is a closeup of Eustass Kidd, a man with red lipstick, red hair spiked up by the goggles on his forehead, no eyebrows, and a fur coat. He is smiling wide with his teeth showing. In the left square is Law, seen from behind his left shoulder. He is giving the camera the middle finger, "death" tattooed on his fingers.

The speech bubbles;

"It's Trafalgar Law from the North Blue."

"He's got 200 million on his head. I've heard lots of bad stories about him."

"... And he's got bad manners." /end id.

#one piece #trafalgar law #eustass kid #HOOO #DONE #im never drawing fully coloured comics ever again #this took like a WEEK fuck this #i do love this bepo though #my art #reblog > like

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bmpmp3 · 3 years

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SOME drawings i did couple weeks ago of the main character of an otome game i wanted to make when i was 16 but never did

#art #oc art #traditional art #watercolour #i had just gotten a new glass dip pen and MAN im having a lot of fun with it!!#glass dip pens are usually mostly used to test inks because theyre so easy to clean (and also they look great displayed)#but im really enjoying how i can get thick consistent lines without having to press very hard #you gotta keep the pen at an angle or the ink cant flow but i hold my drawing utensils SO tilted so it doesnt matter to me lol #maybe someday i should see if i can set up some recording situation so i can like. make speedpaints but with traditional art?#someone once asked me in the tags of a reblog how i do watercolour painting maybe i can show u guys #i taught myself watercolour because when i was in middle and early highschool i was churning out dozens of drawings and comics daily #for me and a friend of mine who i used to make ocs with and at the time i used pencil crayons which kind of sucked because it took SO long #(it was the height of the adult colouring book craze tho so a couple times i was able to recruit some friends to colour for me lol)#and it was a little rough on the hands and i ALWAYS ran out of black and brown pencil crayons SO fast #and buying the individual pencil crayons was super hard at the time and it wasnt until a friend gave me a set of watercolour pencils #because she didnt like them (that was a thing that happened in highschool lol friends would give me their art supplies they didnt like cause #they knew i would use em hdjflksjfds thank u my friends) and i tried them out and i was like wait a minute #wait a MINUTE you can cover SO MUCH GROUND in SECONDS so later i got a full watercolour set and i never looked at a pencil crayon again #thats sorta a joke but kind of not like i straight up have no desire to every colour with a pencil crayon ever #girl its so much work. i have like. a lot of pencil crayons now tho. i need to find someone to give them to #like how my friends gave me their unused art supplies i too must pass on the torch #like theyre perfectly fine and plenty of them are honestly untouched because i mostly stuck with like 8 colours #(browns and beiges pink red black ultramarine and a specific bluish green. everything else was only used occasionally lol)#bout to go on the street with a suitcase of pencil crayons to dump on an unsuspecting person #NO TIME TO EXPLAIN (shoves sketchy suitcase in someones hands and runs away suspiciously)

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the-winter-spider · 3 years

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My whole heart - Prologue

Characters: Sebastian x reader

Word Count: 730

Warnings: none

A/N: So ive had this in my drafts for awhile, posting it to see if i should write a part one or not! Lemme know. Oh and never edit or proof read like always

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You joined the Marvel family in 2009 when you were cast as ‘Elizabeth’, she was strong willed, feisty, sweet, caring, best girl to Steve and Bucky, born May 10th 1917, which was a huge part of your characters dialogue, because you were 2 months younger than Bucky but almost 2 months older than Steve, it was huge part of your characters banter with the boys.

You three hit it off almost immediately, which was easy to do considering you were together almost everyday, from pre production, table reads, shooting, press, you name it. But you and Sebastian always had something special, you felt a tug towards him, almost like your heart had strings that were attached to his. The way he would look at you made your stomach flutter with butterflies, the light hand touches during interviews, or sometimes the way his hand would rest on your thigh, and god that smile he would give you, it was something else, he was something else. But you knew it was all a part of the act, it had to be.

Your characters had this dynamic, Bucky was in love with Elizabeth or ‘Ellie’ as ‘Bucky’ called her, and Ellie was head over heels for Bucky, both of them to stubborn and hard headed to make a move so your characters stuck with being overly flirtatious with constant arguing, Steve always said you two were like an old married couple, he was also the only person that knew about both of your character's feelings towards each other. He was always there for you when you cried on his shoulder because Bucky was with another girl, and he was always there for Bucky when he was pissed you were on another date with a guy mumbling some about how none of them would ever be good enough for you.

So you knew Sebastian only did those things, the little things that made you fall in love with him, because that's who your characters were and it made the fans and press go nuts. Marvel loved it, when you two were going over your new contracts with the MCU, everyone told you two to “keep it up” and that they loved the show you two put on. Except it wasn't a show for you.

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“This is exciting” Sebastian beamed

Taking a sip of your coffee “What? being up at 5 in the morning?”

“Not that in particular, but starting the whole process all over again” Sebastian stopped in front of you, grabbed your shoulders shaking you.

Trying not to spill your coffee you shoved him away “What are you doing?!”

“Im transfering my excitement onto you”

You couldn’t help but smile, he was contagious “Weirdo”

“You love it” He grinned, throwing his arm over your shoulder.

God you did and he had no idea.

Sebastian and you made your way to the conference room on set, you werent gonna lie to yourself you were super eager to find out how your character was going to be part of the future, since you knew Steve was frozen on ice, Bucky was taken by HYDRA, today you were finding out your powers and the story arch of how you became apart of The Avengers. Your character was not a part of the comics, it was something they decided to write in to give more dynamic to Steve and Bucky, and to have at least some sort of element of surprise over the fans, a one hand on the wheel sort of situation.

The two of you finally made it to the conference room “there my two love birds are!” Kevin shouts from the corner while clapping his hands.

Sebastian laughed “You think we’ll get a kiss scene this time?” he spoke softly moving directly in front of you, your faces inches apart as he spoke, before spinning back around to see Kevin “or is that too much of an ask?”

Your breath hitched in your throat, bringing your now cold cup of coffee to your face so you could hide the colour coming to your cheeks, making your way to sit beside Chris, “Keep dreaming Sebby” you finally spoke.

“Oh i will” wiggling his eyebrows at you, sitting directly across from you “I want nothing more” he laughed.

It was all a part of the act. breathe y/n. breathe

#sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan #bucky barnes angst #bucky barns x y/n #bucky barns x you #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky x female reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x stark!reader

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nonstoplover · 3 years

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protagonist ~ joe liebgott (band of brothers)

my masterlist | my hbo war masterlist

pairing: joe liebgott x female reader

short summary: joe's assigned to search for the perfect house for easy's hq in the new town they'll soon arrive to on their way through germany and finds one with a girl in there who's like the protagonist of one of the comics he's read - courageous, fearless, heroic.

words: 2.5K

a/n: first of all, sorry for disappearing, exam season has started at my uni and i've been hella busy these past weeks (and gonna be for the following few as well, u g h ).

anyway this fic came around from a conversation i had with the lovely @now-im-a-belieber when i was telling her about an idea i had and she technically came up with the base of this. thank you, Pearl, i love you xx (i hope i did justice to your idea)

oh and let's just say i have no clue if this would have been possible, at least the exact way i wrote it.

taglist: @how-are-those-nuts-sarge @50svibes @pennyllanne @nowinnablewar

gif credit: @basilone

Four loud bangs sound against her front door right as she starts washing the dishes after they finished lunch. With her eyes widening in surprise she rushes back into the room, telling the family of three to hide as she's drying her hands in her apron before making her way to the door.

After taking a deep breath she grabs the handle and opens it. The next thing she knows is being pushed to the side as a figure storms in past her without a word. A gasp leaves her lungs as her back lightly collides with the wall, head turning to watch as the soldier barges in the house.

What is going on? Has someone found out about them?

With a hand reaching behind her back she pushes herself off the wall and hurries behind the man. Trying hard to sound completely calm and innocent she asks him what is going on, but he only barks back something almost inaudible - only a few German words reach her ears.

The soldier is moving with such speed that she hasn't got a single chance to get a better look at his uniform as he's entering every room one by one. Who is he? Worry swiftly floods her veins - more importantly, what is he looking for?

She can only pray the family has had enough time to properly hide.

As he reaches that door, she holds her breath back, repeating her little prayer like a mantra inside her head. The man comes to a sudden halt just as he steps through the doorframe and in an instant fear makes her blood turn freezing cold. She carefully moves closer to glance inside next to his body, not knowing what to expect.

And what she sees makes everything else in her mind disappear - just the thoughts of all hell breaking loose any time now move around inside.

Her best friend crouches on the other side of the room, clearly frozen mid-movement as her body is still half out of the hiding spot, eyes wide as she stares at the soldier, not a single muscle moving. It's like everyone's got frozen in time, none of the three people makes a move.

Liebgott's mind slow to catch up to what he sees - he didn't expect to see that as he rushed through the house. He's only been trying to decide whether it's a good place for Easy's HQ, as he has been ordered to do when Winters sent him ahead of the company.

His eyes then start moving around the room, trying hard to find a good reason as to why that girl is half inside the wall. A book is laying on the table next to the door, open at around the middle. With one glance at the pages he recognises the letters of the hebrew alphabet, and suddenly it all makes sense.

She's a Jew.

His breath hitches in his throat as he struggles to comprehend this new information, and just in that very moment the silence is broken by a voice. And it's not coming from either of the two girls in the room - more like it's coming from inside the wall.

One simple sentence, ending with a Yiddish term of endearment - one he can perfectly understand. It came from a woman, asking the girl crouching facing him from across the room why she's stopped moving.

There are more Jews in there.

His lungs fill with a sharp breath he's taken and he spins around, staring straight at the girl who opened the front door only minutes prior. The question must be clear in his eyes as she starts stammering in defense, her voice audibly shaking.

Joe shakes his head, stopping her mid-sentence. "No, they're Jews, I can see it," he says in perfect German, and the already pale girl suddenly seems even whiter.

He swiftly grabs her arm and pulls her in the direction he remembers finding the dining room in, trying to find a chair for her to sit down on, as she's visibly close to fainting - though the reason behind it he can't find.

(y/n) flinches with utter fear, weakly trying to resist being pulled away - he most probably is now taking her away to kill her, right? He's a German soldier, that's what his job is. But no matter how hard she tries to wiggle away, his grip is too tight around her arm and she can't do a thing.

Just when they arrive to the dining room and he kind of pushes her into one of the chairs is when Joe realises that she's scared of him - she immediately pushes the chair further away from him as soon as he lets go of her. So that's why she's shaking so bad.

"No, wait, don't be scared," he rushes to say. "I'm a Jew too."

This finally breaks the scaredness - instead her eyes fill with utter confusion. Her forehead wrinkles as she tries to make sense of what he's saying. How can a German soldier be Jewish? It makes absolutely no sense.

With a sudden wave of suspicion she moves her glance down to his uniform, examining every detail she can lay her eyes upon.

Is he not German?!

Suddenly she can see differences - details about his uniform that she's never seen on a German soldier before, and she's seen her fair share of those in the past years.

But if he's not German, who is he and what is going on?

She takes a still shaky breath and looks back up into his eyes - seeing the waiting expression on his face as he's standing there in patient silence for her to say something.

"Are you-" Her voice cracks mid-sentence. It's not good. She clears her throat and tries again. "Are you German?"

All of a sudden he bursts out laughing - so loud, and somehow so dark that her eyes widen once again. She just can't decide if it's from fear again, or only surprise.

A minute or so goes by with nothing but Joe laughing - this must be one of the most hilarious things he's heard in the past couple years. That he is a German.

Then his laughter finally quietens down to slight chuckling and he speaks up once more to confirm the truth. "No, of course not," he shakes his head in amusement. One look in her eyes tells him that somehow she still has no clue about his nationality, so he opens his lips again to give an answer to her question in advance. "I'm American. Don't worry, you're not in trouble for that," Joe points back in the direction of the room with the hiding spot above his shoulder.

A loud sigh escapes her lungs, her shoulder visibly falling a bit as she slumps more into the chair. It feels like years worth of stress and nervousness have just come to an end - it's truly like an enormous stone has rolled down from her chest and shoulders. She somehow feels free again for the first time in years.

Relief completely replaces the worry and fear in her veins as all other thoughts leave her mind. She's not gonna die. At least not today.

"They're Jewish," the soldier speaks again - and it's not a question. More like a statement.

(y/n) nods, unable to say a word as she's still overwhelmed with her new feelings.

"You're hiding them?"

She just raises an eyebrow, and Joe mentally slaps himself - what a stupid question. He could've might as well just asked her the colour of the wall.

"Since when you've been hiding them?" He corrects his question.

"Ever since the whole thing has started," she answers, her voice so quiet it almost disappears in the air between them.

"Wow," Liebgott breathes out before he can stop himself. He stares at the girl in disbelief. She looks so innocent and young - she's probably one or two years younger than him. How could she pull off something such a thing? Such a dangerous and pretty reckless thing?

"Esther is my best friend, she's been ever since we were little kids, they all are like a second family to me, I've spent most of my days with them," (y/n) explains, the relief causing her to ramble and Joe - for about the first time in his life has to struggle to keep up with the German words that come flying out past her lips. "I just had to help them, you know. I couldn't just leave them here."

"Where's your own family?"

"My parents left to France to be further away from the chaos, and my brother joined the Luftwaffe, and since then I haven't heard from none of them."

"Why didn't you leave with your parents as well?" The young soldier keeps asking, moving closer to the table and sitting down on a chair on the opposite side, facing her. Pushing his M1's strap down his shoulder he places the weapon on the table, pushing it only a little further in order to calm the girl more. He knows he probably shouldn't do this - and keep Winters waiting, but he's too curious to stop himself, he has to hear the rest of her story.

"I love this town, I was born and raised here," she shrugs as if it's obvious. "But more importantly, I didn't want to leave and let innocent people like my best friend's family suffer. I wanted to stay and fight back as good as I could."

Joe subconsciously mumbles under his breath before he can stop himself - words that praise her absolute bravery, words that give away his true feelings he suddenly feels towards her - then he has to move his gaze away from her, fearing that she sees the embarrassment in his eyes. He tries hard to think of another question while also trying hard to forget the look of the half-smiling expression that took over her face just a moment before - it does nothing good for his heart.

"Did you make that hidden room yourself?" He asks in the end, thinking back to what he saw in the room.

"Oh," she giggles - and it's the prettiest sound he's heard in a very long time. "No, my father made it when me and my brother were young and often played hide and seek. I just improved it a little so they can fit in more comfortably."

Liebgott hums, not knowing how to tell her - or if he should even tell her in the first place - how absolutely super impressed she left him with every single thing she's told him and what he's seen. It's one of the craziest things he has ever heard, and he had a fair share of unbelievable stories told to him in his life. He simply couldn't even imagine how on Earth this girl could manage to do this - and not get caught. Throughout the whole war.

In that very moment he swiftly decides that he'll go and find another house for the HQ, and that he'll somehow get back to this particular one, no matter what it takes. He wants to get to know her better. He has to get to know her better.

She's the most incredible woman he's ever heard of, read about or met. She's a woman who fits in the stories of the comics he's been reading his whole life - as the protagonist, the hero. He can't leave this town without hearing more about her, seeing her face more. That would be the biggest regret of his whole life, he can already tell.

But for now, he has to leave. It wouldn't be a good idea to keep his officers waiting even longer.

He stands up, fingers reaching out to grab his M1 before looking back into her eyes. Damn, he doesn't even know her name.

"I have to head back to my company, but I'll come back later, if that's okay with you."

Her eyes are already on his, seemingly staring straight into his soul with that intensity that lays in her (y/e/c) orbs. The girl then rises to her feet - still never breaking the eye contact.

Thoughts race inside her head, and it's like an angel and a demon are sitting on each of her shoulders, one telling her to say no whilst the other trying to convince her to say yes.

What if he only wants to use her? What if he only wants to sleep with her? Maybe force her to do so, threatening her with his knowledge of the Jewish family. He might not even be who and what he says he is. How could she know?

But on the other hand, there is this feeling she has about him. A feeling that tells her that nothing she previously thought will happen. She doesn't know what it is, but it's there, right in her chest, and she can't fight it. He seems genuinely curious and impressed, and honest. And she feels a pull towards him. She wants to see him again.

In the end, the devil on her shoulder wins, and she simply nods - right before she could change her mind.

"I'm Joe," the young soldier moves around the table, one hand held out towards her.

A glance cast down and right back up to his face she takes his hand and gives it a shake, holding onto it tightly, as if only to let him know how strong she actually is.

It probably works, 'cause he raises an eyebrow, slightly tilts his head and the corners of his lips curve up into the smallest smirk she's ever seen - but it's there.

"(y/n)," she eventually answers with her own introduction.

A few seconds pass and neither has let go of the other's hand, not yet. They just stand there, staring into each other's eyes, only the small noises of them breathin breaking the silence.

Then Liebgott blinks, clears his throat, pulls his hand out from her grip and instinctively places his fingers upon his weapon hanging from his shoulder whilst nodding towards her as a gesture of saying goodbye without words.

She watches as he turns around and walks out from the room, and after a tiny, happy sigh she follows the sound of his steps.

Just as he opens the front door and moves through it is when she arrives to the hall. Joe glances back over his shoulder for one last time, offering her a small smile, then looks back ahead of him and continues his walk as if nothing has happened. None of the past dozen of minutes.

(y/n) leans against the doorframe and watches him right until he disappears in the distance with a dreamy look in her eyes.

She can't wait until he comes back again.

.::the end::.

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PARABATAI WEEK — day 6, underrated/fanon parabatai @carstairgray

i’m broken, torn apart, shattered and a couple more adjectives because of tftsa and it falls perfectly on the parabatai week so here are some simon x george parabatai headcanon

they place their parabatai runes on the back of their shoulders to symbolize they’ll always have each other’s back.

after the ceremony they go back to the new york institute and the rest of the gang surprises them with a party to celebrate.

simon places a stuffed rat on george’s bed before he shows him his new room, in memory of their days at the academy. the rat also has a tiny collar with “jon cartwright xxxv” engraved on it.

george jumps on the nearest chair when he sees it and his academy nightmares come back to him as simon is doubled over laughing near the door.

once the initial fear of having to deal with rats even at the institute passes, george keeps the stuffed animal and he adores it, it reminds him of their time at the academy, how he and simon met and became the brothers they are now.

they start having training sessions with jace and alec and they always end up on the ground with jace and alec triumphant over them but they put up quite a fight when fighting together.

they also like to train a lot with izzy and clary but that works way less for their skills because izzy and simon end up making out somewhere when one of them pins the other on the floor and clary and george just leave the room and go get a coffee before they can see something they won’t be able to forget. alec still talks about his nightmares regarding the time he walked in on simon and izzy in idris.

george gets to know the gang better and they all love him, but simon is especially happy when he notices him bonding a lot with izzy and clary and when he sees alec starting to trust him fully. jace ends up telling george so many stories about the first time he met simon and how he was when he first entered the shadow world, including the being-turned-into-a-rat part — george’s favorite ever since the academy — and that’s when simon knows jace really likes him too.

simon keeps schooling george in pop culture, movies, comics and the history of his band when he was a mundane and he drags george around the city in all the best places to find comics and the best film. soon enough george is making star wars references on a daily basis. though, he’ll never stop mocking simon about all the names his band went through, especially when he reveals the ones he though about during the academy that had to do with rats and other weird creatures, or grey eggs.

george often leaves to visit his family in scotland and he always takes simon with him. his parents love him and they always welcome him as a son. george couldn’t be happier and simon feels at home. he misses seeing his family every day, but he learned that for every loss there’s something to gain and this new part of a home is his own new piece of happiness.

once, though, the whole gang tagged along. george talked about the green fields and the sheep of scotland so much that they wanted to see for themselves. it’s a wild vacation and, between a hike and a tour of the nearby cities, jace gets not-so-gracefully swept off his feet by a running sheep and it’s a sight they’ll never forget or let him live down.

they have annual dinners with the group for the academy. no matter how far they’re all located from each other, they get a portal and meet in idris at least once a year and visit the muddy fields where scarsbury had them running and doing push-ups for as long as it took to kill them. beatriz and julie have also become a great pair of parabatai and jon manages not to be too obnoxious for one night a year.

simon also schooled george in the art of eating take out every day for basically all meals and told him to gently refuse every single thing that leaves the pan when it’s izzy cooking as soon as he stepped foot into the institute. surprisingly enough izzy and george find in each other some really horrible cooks who get along a lot and think they cook fantastic food while burning half the kitchen every single time they get close to a burner. simon’s desperate and he’s most likely going to loose his eyebrows in a kitchen fire soon enough. or worse, he might actually have to eat the stuff they cook one of these days. (credits to @icycoolslushie for the idea on this one)

when sizzy get married simon chooses george to be his suggenes and george cries his eyes out because his brother is so grown up and he’s getting married

once clary and simon convince the gang to celebrate halloween and they organize a halloween party at the institute for all their friends. george is the first to agree and he’s so excited. he and simon are planning matching costumes and decide to go as avatar characters — but with more covering clothes on, simon is stoic about this and george agrees it’s probably best not to risk finding themselves in the middle of a fight with a halloween night demon wearing only that little cloth around their hips — and they also kick it up a notch by dying their hair blue. except that they buy the wrong kind of dye and when the next day they wash their hair to get the colour off, it doesn’t go away. izzy and clary have to fix their mess with brown dye.

they are those friend that always do the craziest things you see on the internet and end up with the most aesthetic photos, like george in the middle of a parking lot with flashing lights surrounding him, sitting in a shopping cart and laughing, or simon naturally posing with his bow and arrow in front of a fantastic landscape and they become snapchat famous for these pics. izzy, alec and jace are pretty confused by this snapchat famous thing.

when simon moved in at the institute after the academy he installed a playstation in his room and most nights george is there with him, playing at 3am with snacks of all kinds surrounding them. izzy joins too sometimes but she’s not great at those games and has smashed a couple of joysticks after loosing multiple times, while clary kicks both their asses when she pops in for a game.

one night george entered simon’s room for a 3am game and instead found him with izzy, both of them half naked and in the middle of some sort of role play where izzy was calling simon “lord montgomery”. he never lets simon live that down and brings the name up in the most inappropriate moments — such as clave meetings — making simon choke on air every time. after that, though, george is very careful to knock.

simon’s pansexual and he’s a little afraid to come out to george at first, but he soon realizes he knows george and he wouldn’t turn his back on him, he wouldn’t leave. so when he does tell him he’s shaking slightly but he’s also happy and george clearly is too, he scoops simon into a tight hug and tells him he’s incredibly proud of him and reassures him he loves him no matter what, they’re brothers no matter what.

they’re not big on celebrations of birthdays or mundane holidays in general, but they do like to keep the traditions alive. both of them have been raised with no knowledge of the shadow world and they were observant of some religious and mundane holidays that shadowhunter don’t celebrate. so they like getting christmas gifts for everyone or organize parties for new year’s. they celebrate hanukah too and share other little traditions from their childhoods, like george’s family tradition of sheep’s wool-covered sweets and chocolates to find instead of eggs for easter or simon’s family tradition of taking a two day trip around spring to see the changing season and enjoy some free time, even if the trip is to the nearest town. they’re small traditions sometimes, but they like to keep the memories alive.

george becomes really good with max after that first encounter and the offer of raising him in his and simon’s drawer. he and simon often volunteer to babysit him, and rafe too afterwards, and they obviously use as bedtime stories the plot of star wars or comics, which the kids absolutely love.

sometimes when he’s stressed or tired george goes full on scottish and also switches to gaelic at times and simon is just there looking at him, torn between wanting to giggle at his usually contained behavior now unchecked and wanting to hug him and confort him. he always goes with the second, but he does love to hear george speak gaelic.

after the time at the academy when george was leading the mission to go after the faerie fruit vendors where simon got sucked into faerie he’s incredibly protective of simon in battle — or just all the time, actually. he’s thrown himself in front of simon more times than simon can count and he loves this kind of care, because of course he does the same whenever george is in danger, but it also makes him sad a lot because he knows george still feels guilty about that mission, even if nothing bad really happened, and he would do anything to make sure nothing similar ever happened again.

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nyx-aira · 3 years

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Magical Bitching

Summary: When a new magical threat arrives in NYC Dr.Strange and Wanda need some magical help but Loki and Agatha in one place can only mean one thing, chaos and the start of a beautiful friendship

A/N: You can't imagine how much fun I had while writing this :)

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To say that Strange was busy was an understatement. He was currently fighting and evil interdimensional being that somehow had managed to get to New York, interrupting his Sherlock Holmes marathon.

The thing could be described as a big glibbery blob that could fly through the air and spit fire, to say he imagined his afternoon a little bit different wasn't really a surprise. He wasn't alone thankfully, Wanda fighting alongside him. The young witch had recently moved into the Sanctum, training her powers under his and Wong's guidance. Even though they were both pretty strong the blob was becoming more and more of a challenge, splitting into mini blobs if you hit it with the same spell twice. It was very annoying. So he did something he swore he would only do if there was no other option. He called for Loki.

After their, let's call it a disagreement, they had sorted out some kind of truce, deciding the fabric of the universe was more important than their personal differences.

He and Wanda were just fighting a horde of mini blobs when they started turning purple, crumbling to the ground and fading into nothing. They turned around to see Agatha fling another dozen of the annoying blobs against a building, crushing them against the wall.

He looked at Wanda who was staring at the other witch in disbelief, shock the prominent emotion on her face, annoyance not far behind.

"Did you call her?"

The young witch asked, Sokovian accent present. Something he had noticed that happened when she was emotional or annoyed.

He was about to answer when they saw green sparks dancing around another small army of the annoying creatures, capturing them in a magic barrier and crushing until there was only interdimensional alien goo left.

"No I called him."

Strange answered with a sigh, pointing to a building to their far right where Loki just teleported, throwing a couple magical daggers at the slime monsters.

Wanda dropped her head into her hands, staring at him in disbelief.

"Great now we not only have to fight that stupid blob thing but also have to deal with grumpy and petty."

He lifted an eyebrow at the nicknames and shot her an amused look.

"Who is who? "

She just wanted to answer him when they saw another horde of blobs heading their way. Looking at each other they nodded, ready to attack.

Flying high in the air Wanda shot some energy blasts in their direction, giving Strange the opportunity to catch them and send them back into their dimension. She was about to round the corner when she saw something flying towards her, turning around she brought up a barrier to defend herself but the attack never came as Agatha landed not far from her, using another spell to open a portal the witch flung them in its general direction, the portal catching them and making them vanish. More blobs started to appear and Wanda realised that the situation was getting more and more out of control.

She was ready to attack the remaining creatures when she heard a roar, whipping her head around she stared at the new creature that just appeared on top of a nearby skyscraper. It kinda looked like a dragon with for two sets of wings and tentacles, spitting some kind of toxin and fading in and out of existence. Wanda groaned, their day wasn't bad enough already with the blob thing, a fancy dragon squid wasn't really some she needed today as well.

Agatha floated next to Wanda, bored expression on her face. It wasn't something she hadn't seen before. These kind of creatures were annoying, sure, but nothing she couldn't handle if she needed to.

Deciding that she did not need to get toxin stains on her new outfit today she turned to Wanda, already regretting what she was about to say.

"You and Strange handle our new guest, I'll handle these fuckers."

Shocked at her offer Wanda turned to her, raising an unbelieving eyebrow.

"You want to help us ?"

"Don't think too long about it or I might change my mind."

Groaning Wanda shot her one last glare before she flew away to help Strange.

Looking around Agatha decided that chasing after each of the annoying creatures was too much of a hassle. She looked around to find a good spot to catch as many of them without doing much work. Spotting a suitable tower in the distance she flew towards it, blasting a couple blobs out of her way as she arrived on the top.

The sight that greeted her was almost comical, there sat Loki, on a beach chair with sunglasses on his head sipping a colourful cocktail, every now and then flicking his hand to catch a blob that got too close to the tower, flinging it towards a portal he had opened not far away.

He lifted his shades as she approached him, snapping his fingers to let another chair appear, nodding his head towards it.

She laughed at the gesture, settling down in the surprisingly comfortable chair, conjuring up her own glasses to block out the sun.

"Never imagined to see you in New York again Trickster."

He only snorted at that, flinging another blob into the portal, a green 178 popping up over the interdimensional gateway.

"Never say never."

Agatha chuckled, flinging a couple creatures towards the portal as well, a purple 154 lighting up. She grinned, she wasn't that far behind.

"I don't understand why heroes always have to be so dramatic, its far more entertaining this way."

The god commented, refilling his drink and conjuring some pastries, grabbing some for himself before he passed the floating tray in her direction.

"Exactly, they are always so extra, always so much drama."

Agatha remarked, grabbing a strawberry cupcake, absently flinging a couple blobs into the portal.

"Strange look out!"

Wanda was panting, she had a cut across her cheek and her suit was burned in a couple places, the toxin and fire having gotten to her at one point.

Strange ducked a blast and ran towards her, shielding himself as he yelled something she couldn't understand over the noise of the battle.

The count over the portal just reached a tie when Agatha had finished her cupcake, tossing the wrapper aside she looked at the tray, deciding which one to try next.

"The lemon cake is divine, you should try it."

Loki supplied, taking a bite from his chocolate covered strawberry, adjusting his shades as they had slipped down his nose a bit.

She took a slice of the lemon cake and refilled the drink the god had offered her as the count had reached 1000, plopping some more ice cubes into the cocktail, it was a hot summer day after all.

Wanda jumped over some rubble, running for cover as she was chased down the ally by not less than 20 slimy creatures. Sometime in the last hour she had broken her wrist, the dull ache in her hand nothing compared to the burning feeling in her legs. She had ran more than ever in her life today. Yelling at Strange who was running besides her to keep going the slid behind some garbage cans.

Panting she looked at him. He was missing an eyebrow and his right sleeve, his boots melted to his trousers from a pretty hot fire ball from one of the creatures.

"The weather is quite nice today, don't you think? "

Agatha remarked, taking a sip of her cocktail, adding more ice as most of it had melted already. They had conjured a sun shade as it got hotter, the temperatures pushing 30⁰C

"A little bit to hot for my liking but it's definitely nice."

Loki answered, taking a bite out of his ice cream. He had change into a sleeveless tunic, pulling his hair into a messy bun, his boots having been replaced by flip flops. He flung his hand towards the portal, a green 735 popping up.

"Seems like im winning Ms. Harkness."

Agatha just laughed as she twisted her hand, sending some blobs into the portal, the purple 737 making her shoot the trickster god a triumphant smile.

"Don't get cocky dear."

Agatha had changed her outfit as well. Now spotting a purple flower dress, the fabric flowing around her knees, sandals instead of heeled boots. They had exchanged the pastries for ice cream at some point, Loki opting for mint and chocolate as Agatha chose blueberry and raspberry. They were just about to decide whether or not to order pizza when they heard a loud bang and smoke started to form a couple blocks in the distance.

Lifting his shades to have a better look on what's going on Loki shot a questioning look in her direction.

"You think they are alright? "

Waving him off Agatha took another bite from her ice cream, settling back in the chair.

"They'll be fine."

"Run"

That was the last thing Wanda heard before all hell broke lose, the building behind them catching fire and the toxin starting to react with it.

Strange grabbed her by the hand and they portaled out of the collapsing building.

Landing roughly on the concrete a couple streets over they groaned. Wanda by now having lost her right boot and part of her jacket. Strange didn't look much better, having lost a chunk of his hair to the fire and a broken ankle thanks to a fall from the third floor. It really wasn’t their day.

Loki and Agatha were just debating whether two servings of bread rolls were too much when an orange portal opened. They turned their heads away from the menu to look at the new arrival.

It was Wong, wearing beach shorts and a hawaii shirt, dragging his own beach chair through the portal.

"The Sanctum is safe, these idiots just don't know how to fight efficiently."

With these words he plopped down on his chair, accepting the menu Agatha offered him.

"Alright we can order two servings of bread rolls now but this won't work without a salad."

Loki commented, scrolling through the menu, debating whether he should order a caesar salad or the tuna one, both sounded delicious.

Having meanwhile conjured a fire pit and some blankets, as the sun was starting to set, they had dragged a table from the Sanctums dining room onto their rooftop. It was surprisingly easy to find a restaurant who delivered on top of a building if you offered to tip a little bit more.

"What do you think, red or white wine?"

Agatha asked as she held up two bottles. She had moved to the table already and had kicked her feet up on the table, watching the sunset as they waited for the food to arrive, distant bangs of fighting heard in the distance.

"I'll take the red wine."

Loki commented from where he was standing, arranging the fairy lights around the roof top. You needed a nice atmosphere to have a nice dinner party after all.

"I think the pizza arrived, I'll be right back."

With these words Wong opened a portal and stepped through it, leaving Agatha and Loki to their own devices. The god was painting his nails, nail polish floating in the air as he carefully applied the second coat of midnight black.

Meanwhile the witch had leaned back in her chair, wine glass in hand as she absently played with a ball of purple energy, illuminating the whole table in a purple glow.

"Today has been a great day, I really needed a day off."

She commented, taking a sip of her wine, taking her feet off the table as Wong appeared with their food, unpacking the pizza cartons and sorting through the food.

Wanda and Strange were done. They had finally managed to defeat the dragon squid thing, the blobs having disappeared a while ago. She had wrapped an arm around his shoulder as he had problems walking with his injured foot, her own wrist hurting like hell.

They were exhausted, smelling like dead dragon and smoke, covered in interdimensional goo and first degree burns.

"This has been a fucking nightmare. "

The sorcerer supreme commented. Wanda just nodding her head, too exhausted to say anything.

"I'd like to make a toast. "

Agatha groaned at Loki's statement, hitting her head on the table. They had had clearly to much alcohol, Loki bringing out some asgardian liquor, Wong bringing some alcohol from his home and she herself conjuring a bottle out of her ever-growing wine collection.

Loki was leaning against the table, having to hold onto it for support. Wong wasn't much better, feet kicked up on the table, glass in hand, refilling all of their glasses with what he call the best liquor you can get on earth.

She wanted to disagree but had to admit it was quite good. Getting up from her chair she raised her glass.

"And what are we making a toast on?"

Loki winked at her, raising his glass as he helped Wong up, the other man the most intoxicated of the trio.

"To this beautiful day and this beautiful friendship. "

"No no no, to magic and bitching about stupid people. "

Wong interrupted, talking about their animated discussion on who had to deal with the most shit.

The two men started arguing, on what they would speak their toast on. Groaning Agatha snapped her fingers, catching the attention of the two sorcerers, lifting her glass she spoke, a little bit more slurred than usual.

"To bitchcraft and the imbeciles we have to deal with on a daily basis. "

"To bitchcraft. "

They all echoed, raising their glasses.

"Are you seeing what I'm seeing?"

Wanda asked Strange as they stepped out of the portal onto the rooftop, watching the trio speak a toast.

He just shook his head and pulled her back into the portal.

"I think we both got hit in the head one too many times. "

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