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15. Favorite fanart for SVSSS? Show us the amazing artist~! Feel free to plug~!
Kyle you know it's literally a hate crime for you to ask me this right . Ok so since there's no way I can pick a favorite SV fanart of all time I'm just going to showcase a favorite piece from some of my favorite artists, starting with YOU you little bastard
Kyle's genderbend sqh art fuels me please look at it it's so so so so sos so AGHGHH (cw a bit suggestive ig)
Kaya's in their unhinged era rn everyone just smile and wave (and also look at how adorable their art style is come on like everyone looks so so
BONES!!!! bones art my absolute beloved what can I even say that I havent screamed before in tags about their lineart and how funny they are. God. Cumplane for my soul
I can't pick a Goat art just look at their entire page please it's all incredible . I'll link another cumplane post just to stay on brand though and also because i love it so so SO much
Teazart's shen yuan design hits all the right spots AGH hes such a nerd I'm going to kiss him
every sharpie art instantly becomes a lourve candidate as soon as its posted but I do have to give special attention to this bingy which makes him look (deserved) SO happy and bright and content LOVE HIMM
of course I have to put another cumplane from my beloved Lace who isn't really a mainly svsss fanartist but who I will put in here anyway because I have 1000 fans that can possibly be converted to yuwu
this moose art I think about all the time because it's so incredibly tender and loving adn the colors and the posing and the ghhhhhhh makes me so soft
BERRY'S RAMHE the absolute adorablest sheep . I want to pet him more than anything in the world
festeringrian's bingyuan GRR BARK BARK BARK once again in my favorite category of "shen yuan's cringefail nerd charm has captivated me " AND sexy bingy...
SHATOU'S MOSHANG COMIC GOD shoving this in your face look at this and cry
late night cumplane the first sloane art i ever encountered and which got me HOOKED on this artstyle GODDD absolutely gorgeous art and hilarious ideas
Munchy's art is SO cute in general but I'm shouting out this one in particular because. binghe tits. yeah
Every sel au and art is a national treasure of course but I have to give special attention to this one because demon sqh is critically underrated and also SO cute
this Binghe piece by toffee-arts is simply beautiful, like a perfect renaissance painting its just so ..!! THE SKILL
I own quite literally every piece of sv merch phee sells on their site and I would buy them all over again . So so SO good. Bonus points for Shen Yuan with a body pillow and Bingy puppy eyes in this post though
THIS pxychta piece which I am buying asap when inprnt does free shipping friday again!!!!
Bo's fluffy sqh lives rent free in my head he is my world and he deserves everythign for being the cutest guy ever
If you're a moshang fan and not already following seiraheron then what are you doing !! It's getting harder and harder to choose favorite pieces but if I had to pick the atmosphere in this is so strong and their expressions are so warm I could stare at the details for HOURS
Like every other artist on this list, every tadpole_art piece is INCREDIBLE, but this one holds a special place in my heart with how vibrant and powerful its color story is <3 also it made me cry
C's tetris sqq art is an eternally loved classic but honestly all of their gouache paintings are so magnificent and deliciously textured that I think you should stare at them all for a million hours
It was hard deciding between this and the dnd au but Kelenia's demon squad designs are some of my all-time favorite in the game just AHH.. look at those cheekbones and the outfits and hair and shl's piercings and how they bitch to each other!!!
and SO many more honestly i couldn't even begin to list all my favorite artists on twitter too!! Sv fandom is filled with so many skilled people with amazing art and it's such a wonderful environment of creation I'm so thankful to share this space with everyone !!!
22. Would you or have you cosplayed as any of the characters of SVSSS?
Unfortunately I'm not super into cosplay in general just because I don't like attracting attention HAHA but if I was I would absolutely cosplay Ning Yingying bc I think I could pull it off so well
30. Who's personality do you think more closely represents yours in the SVSSS universe?
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same vibes I think
#this is evil robot bill so I'm allowed to be mean to him#hate him. bastard. grr bark bark#gay people i do not respect#if dennis went to hell in bnt3 then that means the evil robots from bnt2 probably went to hell also..... pog#roz posts#this one is NOT going in his tag. he doesn't count >:(
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MTBI
“Pete,” Tony whispers, and his breath has a hint of cayenne in it, what did he eat for breakfast? Peter’s never felt this overstimulated, what the hell happened? “Stay awake. You need to focus.”
“I can’t,” Peter’s embarrassed that it comes out a whimper, but frankly he’s surprised it came out at all. “I can’t, Tony please - “
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Written for @iron--spider.
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Peter wakes up to screaming.
When he puts it like that, it sounds alarming. It’s not. Well, mostly. Sometimes the screaming is Mrs. Reyes’ soap operas, three doors down the hall. Sometimes it’s the elementary school children down the block, chasing each other in circles on the sidewalk while they wait impatiently for the bus. Sometimes it’s a car horn, or a bird, hitting a frequency that makes Peter wake up in a sheen of sweat, breathless, fists curled. It’s not that bad.
Well, okay, this is bad. He’s the one screaming.
Peter jerks awake to white hot pain. Alright, maybe that’s an exaggeration. It’s red hot. Blue hot at best.
(“I’ve had worse,” Peter says later, defensive. Tony’s expression does something complicated and awful in response. “That’s not exactly a comfort.”)
His brain feels like it’s on fire, like somebody opened a hatch and poured bleach straight into his skull. And the smell! It burns his nose, makes him gag, something chemical that smells like piss -
“Kid!”
Peter clamps his hands over his ears, but Tony’s voice echoes painfully anyway. It rings and rings and rings, a neverending corridor in his brain - except it does end, at his eardrums, and it fucking hurts.
“Shh! Shh!” Peter says frantically, curling into a ball. Now that his hearing is rushing in, filling the void his unconsciousness left, he can hear everything in agonizing detail. Someone - presumably Tony - is struggling against something fibrous, something that chafes and scratches and tugs at his skin - and the harsh breaths dragging up Peter’s esophagus sound like sandpaper rubbing against itself.
There’s something beeping -
Drip drip drip
A dog barking -
Watch it, asshole, that’s my lane!
A gas stove clicks, clicks, catches -
I think I’m gonna pass out.
“You’re not gonna pass out.” Tony’s voice is a whisper, but it still makes Peter cringe on cold, hard, dirty - ew I can taste it - cement. “Peter, focus on me. Focus, kid, you can do it.”
He can’t, though. He can’t focus. It’s so much, all at once, and Peter keeps his hands clapped over his ears so hard it hurts. His mouth tastes like rainwater, like the muffins from the bakery he knows is around the corner because he can hear, feel, smell, taste -
“Pete,” Tony whispers, and his breath has a hint of cayenne in it, what did he eat for breakfast? Peter’s never felt this overstimulated, what the hell happened? “Stay awake. You need to focus.”
“I can’t,” Peter’s embarrassed that it comes out a whimper, but frankly he’s surprised it came out at all. “I can’t, Tony please - “
“You can.” Tony insists, his tone softening even more. Peter squeezes his eyes tight and tries to will the nausea away. “You’re Spiderman. You can do anything.”
The faith makes determination sit heavy in Peter’s stomach, and he takes a deep breath (ignoring the onions he can taste from the Philly Cheese truck, parked four blocks away), trying to find something to focus on. There’s too much, he can’t do it - but he’s Spiderman, he has to try.
Tony’s heartbeat is too fast, thumpthumpthump...thump, thumpthumpthump...thump, with an irregular arrhythmia Peter can only assume is leftover from the arc reactor. It’s something, though, loud and strong, and he takes every scrap of his focus, betting it on black.
Thumpthumpthump...thump
Thumpthumpthump...thump
Tony doesn’t say anything, as the minutes pass, but even with his eyes closed, Peter can feel the tension radiating from him. He listens to Tony’s heartbeat, which never falters, letting all the other sounds and sensations fade away. He’s not sure how long he lies there, be it minutes or hours, but eventually the overwhelming cacophony abates. His nausea subsides, and Peter’s left with just the dull ache in his skull. He’s not great, but he doesn’t feel like he’s about to faint anymore, so that’s something.
“I’m okay,” Peter whispers, slowly opening his eyes. Tony’s concerned face blurs into focus - the man is bleeding from his temple as well as his wrists, from where he’d pulled too hard on ropes binding him. “What...what happened?”
“Bastards got us outside of the falafel joint.” Somehow, Tony manages to infuse a helluva lot of anger into his whispering, and it makes Peter smile, despite everything. “They knocked you out, hard. You probably have a concussion, kid.”
Well that explains the pain in his head, and probably the sensitivity. If a concussion was bad for somebody normal, why wouldn’t it be extra horrible for someone like him?
“It’s a hard knock life,” Peter says, and Tony’s eyes narrow dangerously. Peter can’t help but grin, raising an eyebrow, even though he still hasn’t moved from the floor. “What, too soon?”
“Less than five minutes after you recover from having a seizure on the floor is the definition of too soon.” Tony hisses, and Peter knows he’s in for a classic round of mother-henning as soon as they get the hell out of there.
“Alright, alright, keep your pants on.” Peter picks himself up off the ground, swaying a little as he does so. He takes a minute to stabilize, and Tony watches him dubiously, like he’s expecting Peter to keel over at any second. Which, okay, fair. But still.
“Are you sure you’re good?” Tony’s head cranes to follow him as Peter walks around to undo the ropes; they’re knotted tightly, and flecked with Tony’s blood, where he’s rubbed his skin raw. Peter crouches and picks at them carefully, not wanting to cause him any more pain.
“Why wasn’t I tied up?” What, was he not good enough for rope? Did they run out? Are they just terrible kidnappers? Tony’s fingers flex impatiently, ever the fidgeter. Peter manages to undo the first knot and starts to work on the second.
“You were out cold, and you look like you’re twelve. I don’t think they thought of you as a threat. Are you sure you’re good, kid?”
“I’m threatening! I’m totally threatening. Grr.” Probably not the best way to prove it, if Tony’s pointed silence in response is anything to go by. Peter gets him out of the binds, dropping them to the floor, and circles back around to face his mentor. “I’m good, Tony. I’m fine. Let’s get out of here.”
“You’re not threatening.” Tony points out, hiding a wince as he pokes at his tender wrists. “You’re about as threatening as Elmo on sabbatical.”
“I won’t stand for this abuse.” Peter sways dangerously, and Tony catches him with a firm grip on his shoulder. He guides Peter into the chair he had just vacated, pushing him down firmly, and Peter can’t help but oblige. “...I guess I’ll sit for it.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“We can’t just sit here.” Peter protests, even as he does just that, and sits there. Tony’s firm grip on his shoulder is too much to fight, at the moment. “We have to get out of here before they come back.”
“No, we don’t.” Tony finally releases Peter’s shoulder and taps two fingers to the face of his watch, pulling up a hologram. There’s two red dots, and one of them is moving closer. “Morons didn’t take my tech. The team’s already enroute.”
“Oh,” Peter slumps in the chair, relieved. That wasn’t too bad, then, was it? Tony eyes him critically, flicking another hologram up that Peter has to assume are his vitals. The fact that Tony’s watch has the capacity to scan his vitals should be more worrisome. “What’s the ETA?”
His question is answered when the door flies open, making Peter flinch, hard. Two of the wannabe kidnappers are thrown bodily into the room, cursing and groaning when they land on hard concrete. Peter can see Falcon’s outline, as he flies into the room, hear Cap and company chatting on the man’s comm line, and it’s all so damn loud. Peter tries to concentrate on Tony’s heartbeat, thumping along, but before he can think too much about it, the man’s hands are on his ears.
Peter looks up, confused but grateful, as Tony’s palms cover his ears completely. Tony smiles gently, reassuringly, before pulling Peter’s head forward into his chest, giving him somewhere dark and quiet. Peter closes his eyes, blocking out the fighting - he can’t block it all the way, but it’s better, and more than that, the gesture brings a small smile to his face.
The fighting lasts a few good minutes, and Tony says something muffled that sounds like, Get them out of here, the kid has a concussion. When Tony does release him, the room is empty again - but the doors are wide open, beckoning freedom.
“That was easy.” Peter notes, and Tony snorts, stepping back to let Peter up out of the chair. “That wasn’t so bad, really. Pretty short for a kidnapping. Nothing even happened.”
“They gave you the mother of all concussions, I wouldn’t call that nothing.”
“What’s a little MTBI among friends?”
“Please tell me you didn’t just call the criminals your friends.” Tony pinches the bridge of his nose before rolling his eyes skywards, as if he could ascend to Heaven and leave Peter’s mortal plane bullshit behind him by sheer force of will. “MTBI?”
“Mild Traumatic Brain Injury.”
Tony sighs loudly even as Peter grins a bright, shit-eating smile. He loops his arm around Peter’s shoulders, pulling him into his side, and waggles an accusatory finger at him. “I hate you, you know that?”
“Yeah,” Peter snickers to himself, wrapping his free arm around Tony’s waist to return the one-armed hug. “I know.”
#peter parker#spiderman#tony stark#iron man#iron--spider#irondad#spiderson#irondad and spiderson#marvel#mcu#avengers#fic#fanfic#fanfiction#whump#my fic
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How Aoba Johsai / Seijoh And I would Interact Head cannons
Hey! this is just how I think I would interact with the team because I know myself better than I know you, the reader! so i’m sorry if these are a bit boring :,)
TW: swearing
I’m pretty mild-mannered around people who i don't know or who scare me and boy is aoba johsai scary
I feel like if i ever saw oikawa id just kinda try to run away- like i get that hes pretty but his fucking team is so scary ashpnidaludshd
I’d be nice about it though- I’d dodge his flirting like that one scene in the matrix and excuse myself as nicely as possible
But like if I ever saw Mattsun, Mad Dog, or iwaizumi? Ahsisudiak I’d probably combust. They’re canonically intimidating and i’m a grade A pussy so… yeah
Don't get me started on if i thought i pissed one of them off.
I’d deadass start crying- i joke with my friends that i'm tough but i’m really not like- at all
And if I recognized them?? I'd be also melting out of embarrassment because id be freaking out like anyone would be
Personally i'd be flipping my shit over Iwaizumi no cap
Man has arms and arms for days my bitch ass would just o-o ah yes indeed a splendid specimen oh waiT
Oh and if any of them walked up to me (during school) I’d also combust but I’d try to be as stable as possible during said mini-meltdown
I feel like oikawa would be the one to walk up to me, dragging poor Iwaizumi with him and the rest of the group just follows cause Oikawa and the 3rd years kinda run it so like *insert shrugging emoji*
Of course because i don't wanna be an asshole id try to make some small talk with the team, hows life, how are you, what's new, etc etc and just try to be as nice and un-intimidating/diffusing as possible
I wanna make myself look like less of a threat to my homeboy Kyotani cause i get how he feels on the low anyway
I feel like oikawa would invite me to be a manager and id just be like run that past me again or lemme move my bang 2 read that again haha
I'd go because whether i like it or not i'm worried about what the team thinks of me so like lol guess i’m making cookies or bringing everyone lunch or dinner that i made
I feel like they’d eat anything in front of them but i'd make them Korean barbecue style ramen and just see how it goes from there
They wouldn’t say shit about my food in front of the coach so even if they fucking hated my cooking they’d be sweet n shit like “ty ma’am tysm for the meal it means a lot”
But the Korean ramen high-key slaps so i think they’d like it anyways so POG for me bitches
I’d be shaking in my boots anyways and i have a feeling mattsun and makki would make fun of me for it, lmao i'd also make fun of myself so i can't say shit tbh
Oh yeah i'm also 5’2 so that doesn't exactly help either. I’m so fucking short- like that shit would be like jack and the beanstalk, as in a bitch is in the land of the giants
My neck would hurt from looking up so much and those bastards would tease me for it
Kyotani would see me as probably suspicious cause a random girl oikawa invited grr hate oikawa bark bark and id just be like bro i dont wanna be a dick i’m trying my best please give me some positive words of affirmation and he’d just be like bruh
Mattsun and Maki would absolutely clown on my ass 24/7 and id join in on making fun of myself, hell might as well! Shits fun and they’d find it funny as fuck if i roasted myself
Iwaizumi would probably try to be as civilized as he can, like he’d try not to assault Oikawa in front of me for the sake of the teams image and oikawa’s non-existent ass and id just be like “dude, i feel you, i feel your pain, i also want to kick the shit out of oikawa” and then we’d just be bros simple as that
Kindaichi would probably combust because g o r L in gym gOrl slightly attractive gorl made food hmMMMM and just not be able to function- again, me too bro, me too.
I feel like Kunimi out of everyone would be the most unbothered, he’d treat me like a member of the team or just a friend. Hes hella chill so id probably bop with him.
I’d come back tbh, seijoh bops and as long as oikawa isn't too annoying i'm fine.
Id bring cookies n shit and be hella supportive, i think they’d add me into the group chat and i’d mom with iwaizumi being the dad counterpart, thus making the 3rd years jokingly ship us and id just be like ahhaha jkjk…. Unless?? Ahaha
Oikawa would catch on so fucking fast and would hatch some shit operation to get us together cause mom friend who makes us cookies and rough n harsh dad friend who kicks the shit out of me need to get together to balance each-other out
Me and Iwaizumi would absolutely fucking find out
I would make less food for the team just so oikawa doesn't get a serving and then i'd whip out some and be like “that's what happens when you try to interfere with other people's lives, and you didn't even ask me if i had a partner >:(“ and that would be it, he’d be fine from me but Iwaizumi? Aha RIP
On that note, i feel like me and Iwaizumi would be the closest out of everyone on the team
I usually get myself into shit because i want to protect others thus giving me the title of mom or big sis and Iwaizumi would understand that so fucking well- we love man who want to prottec and attac
We’d talk about dumb shit we and or our friend groups have done and just collectively sigh in mom/dad friend
We’d have like weekly movie nights n shit and just be homies tbh
And if the team ever finds out about those movie nights? Rip iwaizumi-san cause homeboy won't hear the end of it at all
And i wont either, cause Oikawa, Mattsun, and Maki are bastards, but my bastards, and would make suggestive jokes all the fuckin time. (i would pull an iwaizumi and kick their shins cause at least i'm on their level)
Also feel like oikawa would call me a “foreign beauty” and ask me to teach him English
The name of their group chat is “Seibros” and it,,, pains me
Kyotani’s name on my phone for sure is just “GRRR BARK BARK WOOF GRRR” with a photo of a rabid dog as his picture
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