#one day ill figure out how to take good pictures of my drawings... one day

[mintghostko]

a little drawing of the funny one™ from my sketchbook and an alt version with extra colors  :p

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #donatello hamato #rise donnie #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #one day ill figure out how to take good pictures of my drawings... one day #my art #artists on tumblr #save rottmnt #unpause rottmnt #sketchbook stuff #art #mint draws #donatello tmnt #rottmnt donnie #rise donatello #hamato donatello #ink #digital coloring #highlighters

[pythonees]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ FLOWER POWER — xavier thorpe

REQUESTED: anon

WARNINGS: 18+, aged up characters, fairy reader, sex pollen (dub-con), frottage, fingering (f), unprotected piv sex, requited-unrequited love, hurt/comfort, miscommunication, crying

A/N: anon you are speaking my language! this is my favourite trope omfg. some flower knowledge required if you wanna know exactly what the flower looks like tough it's not necessary

Your favourite place to be is the greenhouse, full of so much colour and life you could barely picture yourself anywhere but there. The love you had for plants and wildlife stems from your fairy genetics, able to control plants and compel animals to your will.

There were some days that you would spend your time in there way into the night, only noticing how much time has passed when a random couple would come by and disturb your fun with their giggling and less than pg noises. Then you'd have to sneak out without disturbing them and making an already awkward situation worse.

On others you would be accompanied by your friend and longtime crush Xavier, who would come to see how things were going and to make sure you got to meals on time. He'd always have to drag you out, forcing you to take a break from your plants and to instead take care of yourself. It was one of the many things you liked about him, they way he took care of you.

Most of the flowers wouldn't get past a seedling, withering up and dying the second the roots started to grow, the combination of flowers too different to grow despite you putting all your magic into it. Those days Xavier knew he'd have to bring food to you, listening in confusion as you rambled to yourself about what went wrong. But that day was not today. Today was a lucky day.

The flower you had created looks... funny. It's small with a few blooms, looking like a mix between a corpse flower and a tulip, but hanging upside down like a lily of the valley. The spadix sticking out from the flower is long and corkscrewed, a pinky purple colour that looks almost like jelly. The spathe goes from green to a deep black not typically seen in naturally occurring flowers. It's enticing to look at, with an odd smell that you can't quite place from where you're standing.

You walk around the flower, looking over it to see Xavier finally sitting down at one of the desks, drawing away. It's hard to stop yourself from watching him when he's in his element, face scrunched up cutely as he concentrates on every stroke of his pencil.

Xavier has been drawing every single flower you make, helping you fill out the journal you made with his art. You however have been staring at it for a few minutes, not knowing where to start in figuring out if it does anything. It's always hard to tell just what type of plant you've made from just a glance. Splicing together flowers is one thing, but infusing your very emotion based magic into the seedlings means that the end result is very... unpredictable.

You don't really remember the mood you were in when you created this, it had been a busy week of tests that had gone by in a study induced haze that you thankfully don't remember. The good news is that even if it's poisonous it won't kill you, it'll just make you violently ill for the next few days. You've only had that happen twice, thankfully, and when you're alone.

You've never had Xavier in the green house with you when you're trying to figure out if a new plant does anything, but you had been sick for a few days and hadn't been able to check on it, and he had missed hanging out with you. So you let him tag along. Now you're not so sure about your decision.

You carefully put yourself between the flower and Xavier, grabbing the bucket full of worms to start some tests. You use a stick to scoop one out, holding the wriggling worm up to one of the flowers to see if it reacts. After a few seconds of nothing happening, you gently nudge the worm against the petal. It starts to move, but not in the way your expecting a carnivorous plant to.

All of the hanging flowers lift up to face you, the inside of the flower a fleshy looking pink. The flowers start to shake just slightly, and you lean closer to try and get a closer look. That's when a haze of white pollen shoots out from the flower, hitting you right in the face. In your surprise you inhale sharply, sucking in a lungful of the mysterious pollen that stings your eyes and burns your throat. You drop the stick in a rush to wave away the plume of pollen, stumbling away from the plant.

Your name is called from behind you, but you're too busy rubbing your sleeve against your closed eyes, trying to get it off. You feel hands grip your shoulders and spin you around, pushing your sleeve away to dab gently around your face with his own sleeve. All you can smell is the familiar scent of sandalwood, weak but enticing and somehow able to overwhelm your senses until all you want is to get closer to wherever it's coming from.

When Xavier stops cleaning your face you slowly open your eyes, finding your gaze hazy and your head fuzzy. Xavier takes a deep breath through his nose, sniffing at the pollen that transferred from your face and onto his sleeve.

"Whatever that shit was smells good," he says, going back in for another sniff. You find yourself leaning in towards him, wanting, no, needing to be closer to him. You move so fast you stumble over your feet, Xavier barely grabbing your upper arms in time to keep you upright, "Woah there, you alright?"

You nod your head lazily, taking the last step needed to press your face into his chest. You wrap your arms tightly around his waist as you rub your face against him. Xavier huffs out a laugh, wrapping his arms around you to rerun the impromptu hug.

"You could have just told me you wanted a hug you know," Xavier laughs, and you can feel it against your face from where your pressed into him.

You tighten you grip, turning your face just enough so that you can mumble out, "You smell really good."

"Thank you? It's the same cologne I always use," Xavier laughs, a hand absently rubbing up and down your back. It leaves a hot trail on your skin that instantly spreads, until it seems to burn. Your skin is tingling and you can feel the tell tale wetness of arousal in you panties and that's when you know you've fucked up letting Xavier come in here with you. You know what type of flower you made.

You open your mouth to warn him about what you know is going on, when he dips down to sniff at your neck, nose pressed to your skin, "you smell good too, like vanilla and lavender."

With him standing so close and nosing at your neck, you can't hold back to quiet moan at feeling that tiny bit of skin to skin contact. It makes the burning you feel under your skin start to feel good, thighs pressed tightly together for some sort of friction.

Tucking your arms in between you, you slide them up until you can cup his face, pulling him away from where he's been smelling at your neck so that he can face you.

"What's wrong—" you cut him off with a kiss, desperate and needy as you moan against his lips. He kisses back almost immediately, the hand that was rubbing up and down your back going up to cup the back of your neck. His big hands feel great against your skin, more contact to stop the seemingly insatiable burn.

His tongue swipes tentatively against you lip, and your eagerly licking your way into his mouth before you can even think about it. Xavier's hands tighten at the back of your neck, holding you in place as he forcefully slows the kiss down. You whine impatiently, but let him do as he wants as you let your hands drop from his face and to his chest.

The buttons of his white shirt are annoyingly small for your rushing fringes, roughly pulling at the fabric as you undo the buttons. You get about half way down before Xavier seems to realize what it is your doing, hand quickly gripping your wrists to keep you in place as he pulls away from the kiss.

"Wanna touch you," you whine before he can say anything, leaning foreword again. You've got his arms trapped between your bodies, making sure to press your chest up against his for good measure. He swallows roughly, and you watch the bob of his adams apple as he stares down at you, pupils blown wide, "Please, Xavier. Wanna get my hands all over you."

"Shit, yeah, okay." Xavier lets go of your hands, and the second you're free they're back to their previous task, pulling and tugging at his shirt until it's hanging open. His tie is yanked open and off, thrown to the side without a care in the world. You splay your hands out, running them up and down his chest as you watch them with awe. Every bit of skin you feel against you makes the burning go away, makes the haze of your brain laser focused to Xavier and his skin and getting it all over you as soon as possible.

You trail your hands up his chest to loop them around his neck, tugging him in for another kiss. This time it's Xavier's hands that are roaming, gliding up and down your sides, stopping to fiddle with the hem of your shirt before repeating the pattern over and over.

"Please," you whisper against his lips, going right back to kissing him with a burning need that rivals the burning of your skin. Instead of taking your shirt off like you thought he was, he lets his hands roam further down, giving your ass a quick squeeze as he goes by before he's hiking one of your legs up, wrapping it around his waist. You quickly do the same with the other, moaning as he lifts you up against his body.

You're quickly turned around and deposited on a nearby empty table, Xavier leaning over you as he deepens the kiss. You keep your legs wrapped tight around his waist, using it for leverage to roll your hips up into his. You both moan, Xavier's hips stuttering against yours at the sensation.

When he pulls away you let out another needy whine, trying to pull him back to you. He does come back to press a quick peck to your lips, but then pulls away again. His hands go to the top of your blouse, fingering at the top button.

"Can I?" He asks, a flustered smile overtaking his face when you nod enthusiastically. Your tie is removed first, with a lot more care than his was, placing it on the table next to you guys. He takes his time undoing the buttons of your shirt, eyes roaming over each new inch of revealed skin like you're a work of art. It has your heart pounding, eyes wide as you watch him watch your body become more and more revealed.

When the last button is undone he slowly pushes your shirt open, exposing you to him. One hand braces him on the table while the other settles low on your stomach, slowly roaming up your body, over a bra covered breast and along your neck before he's cupping your cheek, leaning down to press a quick, searing kiss to your lips.

"God you look beautiful," he says, staring down at you in awe. You wriggle under him, holding your arms out for him. He laughs with a shake of his head, but leans down to meet you in a kiss. You roll your hips again, swallowing the moan Xavier let's out eagerly. When your hips keeps rolling up against his he meets you thrust for thrust, the constant pressure against you clit making you see stars.

Xavier's hand leaves you face to place roaming kisses down your body, stopping at you skirt to flip it up to reveal the grinding of your bodies. You know there must be wet spot on your panties from how soaked they feel, and by the way Xavier stares do at them with wide, hungry eyes.

"Wanna touch you, can I?" Xavier says, fingers running along the band of your panties. You nod eagerly, unwrapping your legs from around his waist so that he can take them of. He's not as slow about taking the panties off as he was with opening your shirt, wide eyes never leaving your exposed cunt as he drags them off and drops them on the floor, leaving you in just hiked up skirt.

His hands smooth up your legs and over plush thighs before he's using his hands to force your legs up and open, staring down at your glistening wetness. You place your feet up on the table as you let your legs fall open, like you're a fine art display for him to enjoy. He slowly runs a finger up through your folds, and it sends a heavenly shock of arousal through your body. He gently rubs his finger against your clit, making tiny, agonizingly slow circles.

"Xavier!" You whine, rolling your hips up against his hand, "please."

"So needy," he laughs, but does as you asks, sliding his finger down through your folds and slipping a finger into you. There's no resistance, walls soaked with arousal as your body greedily sucks his finger in. He gives a few experimental thrusts before he's adding a second, the satisfying stretch of his thick fingers making your eyes roll back.

You buck down against his fingers, urging him to go faster. The burning is easing up even more with his fingers inside you, and you're desperate to make it stop so you can think again instead of being controlled by your pussy and the pollen.

"More, need more," you whine, fucking yourself onto his fingers. You feel a third slip in with the others, and you let out a satisfied moan at the feeling of being filled.

Xavier doesn't even have to move his hand, keeping them still as you roll your hips, watching as you desperately chase your high. But it doesn't come, even though you can feel it constantly at the back of you head, lingering.

You lift your foot off of the table to toe at his jeans, pushing at them until he gets the hint to take them the hell off. He gives your cunt a few more thrusts before he's pulling his fingers out of you, undoing he belt before dropping his pants and boxers in on go, letting them pool around his ankles.

His cock is beautifully thick as it sits between his legs, tip flushed and shiny with pre. He wraps the hand still covered in your arousal around his cock, giving himself a few thrusts before he rubbing the tip up through your folds. That touch alone brought you close to the brink, a long moan escaping you as the head of his cock brushes up against your clit.

You're in limbo as he continues to tease you, tip just barely pushing into your waiting hole before he's pulling out and gliding it up to your clit again. Slowly you lay back on the table, the surface ice cold against your over heated skin.

"Xavier please fuck me. Please, please please." You beg, tears forming in the corner of your eyes as you desperately roll up into him just as his tip teases at your hole again.

The little bit he slips in has you both moaning loud and long, Xavier resting both hands on the table as he lets his head hand between his shoulders. His cock continues to slowly slide into you in a way that makes you think it's never going to end, just filling and filling until you swear you can feel him in your stomach. But then he bottoms out, hips pressed flush against yours as he pants above you.

Your walls flutter around him, gripping and trying to pull him in deeper. Xavier groans above you, hips jerking slightly at the sensation. He stays there in you for a moment, still as a rock as he slowly starts to catch his breath. When his breathing is back to normal and he's no longer on the brink of spilling into you, he slowly pulls out, hands gripping the edge of the table by your head tightly.

His thrusts are slow and deep as he splits you open over and over. At first it's great, just being able to feel him in you to soothe the burn. But just like everything else, it's not enough, you want, no, you need more. You can't roll your hips with how close your bodies are pressed together and you choke back a sob of disappointment as you wrap your arms around him.

"More," you whimper, still trying and failing to roll your hips in the tight space between your bodies. You can feel your eyes watering again, staring up at Xavier as he pushes up from your body to stare down at your face, "Please Xavi, need more. Please please please—"

"Hey, shhhh. I'm gonna take care of you, okay pretty girl? Gonna make you feel me in you for days." Xavier whispers right in your ear, voice husky and deep from arousal. The table scrapes across the floor as his hips snap forewords, slamming into you hard enough to have you wailing, head thrown back in pleasure.

Xavier mouths at your exposed neck, hips jackhammering into you at a brutal pace. The wet sound of you dripping pussy fills the room, and through the slowly lifting haze of your arousal, you wonder if there's a student close enough to hear the obscene sounds coming from the greenhouse. But you don't care, mewling in pleasure as Xavier bites at your neck, soothing the abused spot over with his tongue.

Slipping your fingers into his hair, you hold him against your neck as he sucks hickey after hickey into your skin. The overwhelming sensations going on has your walls fluttering around him, choking on a moan as you come harder and quicker than you have in your whole life. Your legs are shaking, head thrown back as you feel the pollen induced haze finally start to lift, the burning heat dissipating.

Xavier gently slides out of you, ignoring your whine of disappointment as he takes himself in hand, furiously jerking himself off as he stares down at you with half lidded eyes. You slowly push yourself up on shaking arms, wrapping an arm around his neck to pull him into a kiss. Your other hand drops down to wrap around the one still jerking himself off, and the brief touch against his sticky erection is all it takes before he's spilling between you, hot cum coating your stomach and breasts.

You're both panting, the sweat on your bodies rapidly cooling in the night air. You shiver, breaking the kiss to wrap your arms around his waist and snuggle into his chest, chasing the warmth of his body.

"Not that I'm complaining," Xavier says, out of breath as a hand soothes up and down your back, "but where did that come from?"

"Flower," you mumble sleepily, a small smile on your face as you tighten your arms around him. Xavier's entire body goes tense in your arms, and the hands that were soothing up and down your back are now gripping your wrists, forcing you to let go of him as he holds them between your bodies, taking a step back.

"Flower, what do you mean..?" He looks back over his shoulder, staring at the new plant you created before his head whips back around, staring at you with wide, horrified eyes, "The pollen. That's the only reason why you— why this happened?"

He lets go of your wrists as if they're burning, quickly pulling his pants and boxers up. His hands fumble with the belt, and you slowly push yourself off of the table and onto unsteady legs.

"Xavier," you call, but he just shakes his head, turning away from you as he buttons up his shirt. He's walking towards the door at the same time, abandoning his things so that he can just get out. Get away from you.

Your wings flutter out, flying you across the room and in front of him faster than your unsteady legs could. He ducks his head when you get in front of him, turning away from your half naked form, "Move."

"No, Xavier. Not until you listen to me," he doesn't try to move again, but he keeps his face stubbornly hidden behind his hair. When your sure he won't try to bolt you take a steadying breath, reaching out to hold his hand in two of yours. His hand stays limp in your grip, but he doesn't pull away.

"This is all I've ever wanted," Xavier scoffs, trying to pull his hand free so he can leave again, but you're quicker, holding onto him tightly so he can't leave, "It is! Not like this, with one of my weird experiments blowing up in my face, but like, after a few dates. I always pictured our first kiss to be after some cute date, on one of those late night walks you like to force me on. Or maybe in your shed where you always look the most comfortable, face all scrunched up when your concentrating and I just can't help but kiss you. I just— this doesn't have to change anything if you don't want it to, but I'm not lying when I say that this was a dream come true."

Your left flying in front of him in silence, waiting desperately for the words to sink in. It takes so long you start to feel your throat close up, thinking the worst, but then he's slowly lifting his head to look up at you, and you can't help but gasp. His eyes are red and haunted, tears streaming down his face and dripping off his chin.

"I didn't..?" Xavier trails over, getting choked up as a fresh set of tears roll down his face, "I didn't take advantage— you actually want me?"

Your heart drops to your stomach, and you quickly let go of his hand to cup his face, wiping the tears away as gently as possible, "No, no no no. I love you, okay? So much. I might have been a bit out of it but I wanted you. Still want you, okay? You did nothing wrong."

He stares up at you, still crying, but instead of that fearful look in his eyes they're filled with hope, a small smile taking over his face. His hands are shaky as the land on your bare waist, barely even touching you at all, "You love me?"

"So much," you say without even a moments hesitation. Your thumbs are still gently rubbing over his cheeks, even as his tears have dried. The smile you get is blinding, his grip tightening on you as he pulls you closer for a kiss that makes your toes curl.

When he pulls back he looks happier than he's ever looked in a long time, hand reaching up to cup your cheek. You lean into it, a probably dopey smile on your face as you stare down at him.

"Love you too. Didn't think I could have this. Have you," Xavier confesses, pulling your flying body closer to his. He presses a quick kiss the the top of you breasts that your bra doesn't cover, right over your pounding heart.

"You have me, for as long as you want." You reply, carding your fingers through his hair. You stay like that for a while, his face pressed into your chest as he breathes you in while you soothe your hands over whatever part of him you can reach.

"Want you forever," he mumbles into you skin, and you can't help the wide grin that takes over your face. You cup his cheeks, tilting his head up so he can face you. You press kisses all over his face, smothering him with all your love before you give in to his huffing and press your lips together.

"Forever sounds perfect."

©︎ pythonees — do not, under any circumstance, repost, plagiarize, modify or translate my work.

#xavier #xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe imagine #xavier smut #xavier x reader #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe smut #Ꮺ. my work #Ꮺ. requested #Ꮺ. smut warning

[dross-the-fish]

Soooo, since Halloween is around the corner, could you possibly write (or draw if you feel more like it) Adam and anon participating in some Halloween activities of your own choice? Thank you!! ☺️

(And on top of that I want to thank you for sharing your art and writing and thoughts on these characters and stories, I really do enjoy whenever I see your stuff on my dash. Sorry if that overly sweet, but I do mean it 😅)

Thank you so much anon! I decided pumpkin carving was the activity for this drabble. Modern setting drabble because I don’t know what Halloween was like in 1918 London.

Adam turned the pumpkin over in the palm of his hand, the gourd looking comically small in his grip. He inspected it for flaws before presenting it to Anon.

“What about this one?” he asked.

Anon examined the pumpkin and gave a satisfied nod, “Perfect! This is an excellent jack-o-lantern pumpkin!”

Adam grinned, “How will we carve it?” he asked as he unconsciously tugged the hood of his sweater a little further down over his face. Though the times had changed and people in the 21st century were more tolerant of those that were different, Adam Frankenstein still felt anxious about being exposed. Halloween was one of those rare times when he could go out without being stared at and he’d come to appreciate the holiday. Among the other ghouls and monsters he didn’t looks out of place.

Tucking the pumpkin under one arm he held out his free hand for Anon to take. Anon did, grinning up at him and chatting eagerly about their ideas for carving the jack-o-lantern. On the way home they picked up some sweets and Anon suggested they attend a costume party later in the week.

“Are you sure I should do that? I’m not easy to buy costumes for. What would I even be?” Adam asked as he crawled out of the car. The vehicle was a tiny thing and Adam hated to ride in it as he was forced to sit with his knees halfway up to his chest and his head bent so it didn’t hit against the roof.

“Whatever you wanted!” anon replied, “I’m going to be a werewolf, maybe you could be a vampire!”

Adam grimaced, “I’d sooner not, vampires are real and their condition is a tragic one, as is the case with werewolves. I have known both in my life.”

Anon stared at him, “One day you have got to tell me your story. You know most of us aren’t aware that monsters are real.”

“They aren’t monsters, they’re people, some of whom choose to do monstrous things. The werewolf and vampire I knew were both kind people doing their best to cope with their illnesses.”

“Point taken. Though that cuts our costume options significantly. What about zombies?”

“Also real. Also tragic.”

“Witches?”

“Hrmm, I’ve never met anyone who called themselves a witch but it wouldn’t surprise me if they too were real and tragic,” Adam mused, his tone full of gravity and seriousness but a twinkle in his eye gave away his good humor.

“Alright, we can figure out the costumes later,” Anon chuckled leading him into the kitchen, “let’s start carving our pumpkin and I want to taste some of this candy!”

“Isn’t that for the trick-or-treaters?”

“Shush, it’s called the grown-up tax, we get a cut of the Halloween candy!” Anon insisted selecting a sour gumball for themselves.

Adam laughed and shook his head, he found modern candy to be too sweet and it always tasted a little odd so he declined when Anon offered him a piece.

“You can keep my cut,” he gave the pumpkin a small tap, “Sharp fangs or square teeth?”

“Fangs of course!”

“What about the eyes?”

“Can we try for slitted pupils? Like a cat?” Anon asked, by now they were familiar with Adam’s skills as a wood carver and hoped his talent extended to pumpkins.

“I don’t see why not. Give me that knife so I can hollow this out!”

Together they made short work of the pumpkin. Anon left most of the carving to Adam and was satisfied when he produced a sufficiently scary jack-o-lantern for them. Anon pulled out their phone to take a picture and Adam sidestepped out of the frame.

They frowned at him, “You carved it, you should be in the shot!” they protested.

“Are you going to post it online?” he asked anxiously.

“Not if you don’t want me too, we can keep it private,” they replied.

Adam nodded, “Please do,” he said allowing Anon to lead him back into the shot and positioning him so that he was holding the pumpkin.

Adam smiled awkwardly. He had never grown comfortable with being in photographs, he’d allowed it once, at Quincey Harker’s insistence that all of the companions should have a commemorative photo of the whole group together…so that those who survived could keep a memento should any of their friends be lost.

Photographs were much more difficult to produce back then.

The smartphone flashed a few times until Anon was satisfied with the result. They noticed that Adam’s smile had faded.

“What’s the matter?”

He shook his head, “Forgive me, I was remembering something from a long time ago,” he touched Anon’s phone with a wistful finger, “The world has changed so much in such a short time. I was remembering the last time I sat for a picture for a friend. How much of a project it was.”

“I forget that you’re old,” Anon put their phone away and reached out to give him a hug.

He stiffened then relaxed into their embrace with a small sigh, “That’s the hardest part. I am not old…I watched them grow old, those that still could, while I remained unchanged. The world is kinder now, it is also smaller, sometimes I feel lost in it,” he smiled down at the pumpkin, “But I think also that I have found my place in it and life, even when it brings me anguish, is still very precious to me. Thank you for sharing your traditions and your celebrations. I am fortunate to have found a friend in you.”

[dreamperson-poll]

Hat loser and Guy

dreamed by @lonely--seeker

(Hat Loser) He looks and acts as if trying to impersonate a fancy young gentleman, but he's just a creature in human disguise. His hair is way too red and his skin way too white to be human.

(Guy) Just a guy, with holes in his face.

I first saw him stalking my house (its' a second floor, not finished building yet) He was hanging out in the roof like a weird cryptid and it did look totally different, like this huge shadow figure with no clear shape. I thought it was going to mess with the house so I yelled at him and he jumped down just to scare me! Then, we got into an argument for long enough for it to get boring. In the end we became friends. We spent a lot of time talking about this and that while my backyard kept turning weirder and weirder but neither of us minded. He told me he really liked how my bathroom looked, and that he would love to live there once it's done building, he kept insisting on this several times. Despite him being unsettling, and totally not human, i didn't felt any ill intent and told him that sure why not. At some point he said he had to leave to do something important, but he couldn't find his hat anywhere, he lost it after jumping from the roof. We looked for several minutes but since he really had to go i promised I'd look for it on my own, and he said that he promised he'd be back for it some other day. He showed me a way to contact him, i was to take a picture and draw some weird symbols on it. But once i woke up i couldn't remember that last part too well…

(Guy) I met him in a super long and complicated dream for which I will not bore you with details. But I was at a themed park (I don't really know what the theme was) and it was as normal of a park as one can get on a dream. He works as a staff member in such park. I needed help with something and he was the only one to actually care and help me out. So he was super friendly and just genuinely a nice guy! It's a really normal guy, except that for some reason he has what look like holes in his face. Mainly there were like six, but i think there were holes under those holes. Not that he was missing his eyes, it was totally different… Either way, he had such a good vibe around him that you didn't even noticed or were concerned by it. No one cared, he was just a good guy!

#dreampeople #hat loser and guy #lonely--seeker #WAIT. I LOVE THEM

[tired-reader-writer]

“Why do you think we burn the blood samples?”

An idea I had yesterday, while a group of doctors were trying to draw blood from my arm for blood tests XD (it fucking hurt, I got stabbed like four times because they couldn't find a blood vessel T_T)

Normally, when a clan healer wishes to figure out what's wrong with a person's body, the healer hovers their hand (in which magic is activated/imbued— maybe spell arrays may be involved?) over the area that's hurting or something. But then, when the results of the general diagnostic spell is “...what the fuck?” in that the problem is probably a lot more serious or needs deeper examination, the healer would take a blood sample and drop it on a larger, more detailed magic array (probably involves stuff like candles or herbs or stuff, like how does the blood react with magic of this plant vs the other plant?) and it also involves a sort of “asking the spirits” sort of thing too even if I can't figure out an exact mechanism for it.

After the procedure is completed and the healer has reached a satisfactory answer, they then proceed to destroy all the taken blood sample from that one patient, and the cloth/paper the array was drawn on. A common method would be burning it both. This is done to prevent sorcerers and magi from other clans/schools, ones with perhaps ill or harmful intent, from getting their hands on the blood samples. A lot of curses can be crafted from a person's blood, after all. This is to protect their patient and their bloodline.

Even after the purge of sorcery and magecraft the tradition persisted to this day.

Who do I picture saying the line from the top? Honestly it keeps changing. One moment it was Eihon, another it was Farangis, another moment it's Isfan. Who are they talking to? No clue either.

When Isfan (and later Farangis too of course) first apprenticed under Eihon, she made sure to hammer it in their heads that it's always good practice to get rid of the blood samples as soon as you're done with the job, no putting it off, no holding back in destroying it, no forgetting about it, they have to do it immediately to protect the patient even if sorcerers and magi are near nonexistent anymore.

#arslan senki #the heroic legend of arslan #heroic legend of arslan #winds of wolfsong #wolfpack au #isfan #farangis #eihon #worldbuilding

[r0-boat]

Out of the Forest

Cole x gn!reader drabble

Reader is called mom and momma has a child but no pronouns are given

Now I must run before my Discord finds this and punishes me for my crimes

CW: child gets hurt :(, hurt/comfort.

word count: 1,886

You wake up to your husband, his face nuzzling into your neck his arms around your neck. The sun is shining through the cabin window into your shared bedroom, directly into your eyes. You let out a grown turning over from the Sun's beams of death into the comfort of your husband's chest. His heart beat lulling you back to-

"MOMMA! DAADDYY!" Your crotch Goblin calls out. You dramatically sobbed into your husband's chest

Cole groans in frustration" ill get him I did tell him that I was going to take him today" he gives your shoulder a soft kiss before sliding out of the bed.

"Yeah yeah Pup, I'm coming!"

You laid in bed listening to the chatter of your kid and his dad

Well… more like your kid asking Cole a billion questions and Cole giving answers

"Dad, how do birds fly?"

"They have wings"

"Ohhh! How do they do it?"

" they flap them."

"…flap?…"

"Sigh… here I'll show you, see like this…"

"Whoa! Dad! Can you fly too?"

"Wh- Forest…Wolves don't fly…"

The aroma of eggs and meat being cooked made you raise out of your bed to join your family for breakfast you put on a T-shirt and sweatpants and make your way out of the master bedroom.

Forest's eyes widen when he saw you come out of the room " Momma! Dad is going to teach me how to be just like him." He said with a cheery smile his baby canines showing scraps of egg and meat on his face.

"Hold still Forest" we took a napkin off the table and wipe your son's face. Your son seem to stare off into space for a second before snapping back to reality he got up and ran to his room. He came back out soon after with a piece of paper he gives it to you.

It looks like the crudely drawn picture of a house with brown sticks with green scribble tops.

The sun was more like a blob than a circle, and next to the house was a stick-figured person that looks like no one in particular with the same hair color as you 'momma' was written over it.

Another stick figure one with red scribbled hair with the word 'Dadi' and a smaller figure with brown scribbled hair with the word 'me' under it. all in different crayons and colored pencil

Forest swelled with pride at his masterpiece standing on his tippy toes pointing at each drawing " that's me, that's Dad, and that's you, momma"

You gave an exaggerated gasp "Oh my gosh! Whaaat?! It looks so beautiful! let me hang it on the fridge!"

Forest was right behind you. The excitement from you deeming his artwork worthy enough for The Fridge. Causes his tail and floppy ears to appear. His ears bounced along with his tail wagging behind him.

Cole has long finished his breakfast happily staring and his mate and kid he wouldn't trade these two for the world. It's been a good while since he's ever been truly happy like this.

He lets out a chuckle he gets out from the seat stretching before walking over to the fridge to kiss you on the cheek" all right my boy, today's the day, outside, come on boy!"

He calls a bouncing boy following behind him.

Cole holds the door open for his son " will be home before dinner, we'll make sure to bring back something delicious!"

"Yay! Something yummy!" Forest chimes in before Cole shuts the door.

" Are you ready? Just like we practiced. It hurts for a little bit"

Forest was completely serious he watched his dad change forms numerous times.

Cole growled this form started to change completely as well as getting bigger. his red hair became fur as it spreads throughout his body.

His face got longer forming into a snout and lastly, his tail and ears sprouted.

A clawed hand came down to gently pat Forest's head looking at him expectantly

The transformation did hurt a little bit but he was a big boy now.

Stand up like his dad but ended up falling back.

Cole chuckled licking his son's head " this way I'll show you a good spot for hunting"

Miles away from the forest a black truck pulls off the side of the road 3 men get out of the truck to unload their gear from the truck " This is the place right?"

"Yep, one of us has to stay in the truck just in case something happens, the last thing we want are cops."

One of the men nods and gets back into the driver's seat " we'll keep in touch on the walkie" he yelled. As the other two make their way into the thicket.

Their combat boots trampled through the vegetation trying to find a sound clearing to set up. That's when they saw a red blur bolt between the trees catching their attention immediately stay slow squeezing through the ticket trying not to make any noise.

They get to a large patch of vegetation in a clear shot of a small Creek appearing out of the other side of the thicket a small red wolf cub.

The Man's eyes widen he turned to his partner whispering " look at the fur on the wolf, those things are worth a fortune"

The man nods taking out his rifle "No! Alive."

He puts down the rifle and takes out another gun loading it with a single Dart " you only have one where are the- forget about it just shoot the darn thing."

Cole just finished killing an elk before hearing his son Yelp in pain in the direction that the creek. He wasn't too far till he saw a sight that made his blood boil and anger.

Two men holding his limp son like a trophy as they smile and laugh.

He let out an enraged yell as he jumped out of the thicket scaring the two men and dropping the cub onto the gravel "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY SON?!"

Every rational thought left his brain as he swiped at the man that held his son his claws slicing through the hunting gear and flesh with ease.

The other man stumped backward in fear into the water.

The glint of a shotgun caught his eye.

The forgot about the other man when he reached for his son-

All he heard was a bang before his ear filled with ringing

He clenched his side holding back tears his red eyes filled with rage looked at the shooter.

The man dropped the shotgun he scrambled from the gravel talking into a walkie-talkie "Larry! Hey! I'm coming over I need you Right now!" He took off running out of sight. Cole took one step before his knees were shaking the sharp seething pain taking over his senses.

You are outside hanging the newly washed clothes when you heard the noise.

Your heart sunk into your gut as you follow the noise. Your lungs burned as you ran as fast as you could to wherever the noise was.

To your horror your husband,

Your husband… your dear husband was laying on the blood-stained gravel gasping for breath a bloody hole in his side holding his son like his life depended on it, the shotgun Laying diagonal from him.

"C-Cole…"

His eyes met yours.

"Please, people… They…Take him please"

He couldn't fight back his eyes swelled as tears run down his face. His wife seeing him like this…It was too much…

"More are coming, p…please! Take him, take your car and… get out of here i-I'll be fine"

"Cole wha-"

"Sh-shh! Don't tell Forest…. don't tell him, just t-take him and leave go to a hotel or something just to leave! And get out of here!

You swallowed the lump in your throat as Cole's shaking hands gently held Forest as high as he could for you to take him.

You held back everything you could as you cradled your boy in your arms.

You turned around in the direction of your house turning your back on your wounded husband.

You looked back once more… your eyes filling with tears

"GO!" Cole shouts.

You choked as you ran back to your cabin as fast as you could… your tears streaming down your face. The safety of your son was everything you needed and more to keep going.

Whatever they did to your son knocked him out for a while when you got to your cabin you tried shaking him awake to no avail. Your nails dug into your palm in anger, your baby was still in his puppy form so you could only piece together what happened.

You got a backpack and vigorously started packing digging through the fridge for any food or snacks and scraping as much money as you could, items and your old phone. Digging through the drawers you found them, your car keys.

You put your boy in his car seat gently laying him in position before buckling his seatbelt you got into the driver's seat looking back at the life you and your husband and your child, built together before finally driving on the beaten path before getting to the main road leaving everything behind your memories, your home… and your husband Cole behind.

Forest wakes up in a bed that wasn't his… he was confused but it smelled nice it was very clean compared to his old sheets which had the crumbs of snacks that he stole without you knowing. he look around and saw you on the couch… you look so sad,

Why? He didn't want his momma to be sad…

Forest walked over to you, tears in his eyes

Your heart stopped when you saw him " Forest i-"

"Mommy… I'm sorry I took snacks without you knowing, please don't be mad anymore…"

That broke you.

Held your son close rocking him. Everything is going to be okay you will survive for him…

You lift your head out of your tear-stained pillow. Your hands cup your face " fuck… how long is that nightmare going to haunt me… It has been years…" your train of thought gets cut off by knocking on your door.

"Mom! Someone at the front door!

You sign it was probably the downstairs neighbors complaining about Forest playing the TV too loud again…

Put on a pair of old sweatpants and open the door to your living room apartment.

"Forest… I swear if it's-"

"No! It's somebody else, I only saw part of them they look like a hobo!"

What You sigh walking over to the door and slowly opening it

"Nice place you got here…"

That Voice… T-that voice.

Cole tackled you in a hug holding you tightly. Your arms wrap around his neck feeling his new haircut or lack of one.

You shake as you break down holding someone you never thought you would ever see again

A sound of water splashing on the floor

"…d-dad?"

Cole's smile only widened giving Forest the same treatment squeezing him in a death grip before releasing him…

He then dugs his hand into his pocket. " also forgot something I wanted to give it back"

He gets Forest a piece of old folded paper.

he unfolded the paper and cried.

#titles that sound cool> titles that relate to the actual God damn writing #cole #oc:cole #angst #monster husband #monster boyfriend #comfort #hurt comfort

[condomglitter]

Where'd you disappear to?

hell.

But no, seriously, lmfao. I don't think we have the time, word-count, or space to go over all of it -- so maybe, like, key points? Below the read-more?

TL;DR, though, my life collapsed and I followed it. I'm back, though. Woo.

TRIGGER WARNING: stalking, assault, mental illness, divorce, eating disorder, abortion, sexual assault, abuse, uhhh... trauma.

in no specific order, but like... vaguely chronological, I guess

Got medicated for anxiety & depression

Left my abusive husband.

Moved in with friends

Phone got hacked. Pictures were taken. Pictures were uploaded online. Strangers have indeed seen my butthole. Lots.

Got some stalkers bc of said pictures. Discovered the hacker put a tracking virus in my phone! Started getting people taking pictures of me while I was minding my fucking business in public & posting them on a super fun forum where they TRACKED ME AROUND THE CITY.

Cops didn't help bc ACAB & of course they fucking wouldn't. Sorry. "Can't". Useless.

Got an abortion bc I'd rather die than have my abuser's baby lmao

Started trying to officially divorce previously mentioned abusive husband. Dealing with a lawyer & everything that comes with it as he does his very best to be the biggest asshole on the planet about it.

Relapsed in & out of my ED over the course of the past two/three years. Doing much better now thanks to a strong support network though <3

Lost my jobs bc of pandemic closures. Got more jobs. Quit them bc I no longer tolerate being treated like replaceable garbage. Got fired from one, definitely not for requesting accommodations they swear.

Apartment flooded. Damage is, two years later, still not fixed. I am, as you can imagine, jazzed about this every day (sarcastic)

Got MORE medicated for anxiety & depression

Developed mysterious and chronic pains! Doctors still don't know what's wrong.

Stopped doing much drawing or writing bc I couldn't figure out how to do any of it without suffering lasting consequences due to said pains afterward.

Got professionally diagnosed with an alphabet's worth of disorders

Had several mental breakdowns, clawing rifts in my personal relationships & friendships that I may never repair as a result!

Ended up with 7 cats, somehow.

Also got two bunnies. Ill advised. Regrets are minimal.

Got even more meds for even more problems lmao I feel like the lady in grandma's boy having pills & syrup for breakfast

Got a really good job with our city that I love

Started playing D&D to scratch the rp itch

Crumbled & returned to tungle dot hell to see if I can scrape two years of dust off this shit & get back to business (chaos)

And that??? might be it?? I am so certain I'm missing things, not to mention I intentionally left out some more private details (IMAGINE WHAT THEY ARE IF THIS IS THE PUBLIC LIST. LMAO) but, yeah, that's the gist of it!

#; ooc #; asks #; anonymous #it's been a rough fucking three years let me tell YOU lmfao

[polarisbibliotheque]

Dante & Vergil taking care of their sick s/o

Pairings: Dante x Reader; Vergil x Reader

Summary: Unfortunately, you were sick. It was time to rest for a while - luckily, the house of Sparda learnt a thing or two from Eva on taking care of sick humans.

Trigger warning: The reader is struck with sickness in this one, barely being able to move or eat. On Dante's, they talk about eating properly and not wishing to; On Vergil's, the reader is bed ridden, sleeping. If you have any sensitivity to these matters, reader discretion is advised ;)

Author’s notes: Hail the gods, I can write again! As a few of you know, my health is terrible and it kinda took away all my creativity. I've been able to start drawing again by literally letting out my feelings on paper - so I figured 'why don't I do the same thing when writing and see if something comes up from that?' and it did!

This one is pretty much from personal experience while I'm going through all this. To all my beautiful beings out there struggling with a chronic illness, I hope you get better. It's tough, but you can make it through!

Also, please picture Vergil with stay-at-home clothes on his, or comfy pyjamas. Thank you.

Dante

As you arrived at the last step of the stairs that took you to the office in the Devil May Cry, Dante’s sky-blue eyes immediately shot up at your form. You were slow and steady, finally having made your way downstairs to grab something to eat – honestly, it was a victory for you.

“And might I know why you brought that beautiful ass all the way down here, hot stuff?” Of course, Dante would never be totally rude to you… But he would question you.

After all, you were sick. As Dante remembered from how his mother took care of him when he was a kid, being sick indicated you should rest.

And that was something you usually didn’t do.

“I’m here on a quest to find food, cowboy.” You answered with a placid smile on your lips, completely ignoring the way his eyes were judging you – even though he had that classic Dante smile on his face. “Nothing too fancy though; I’m too tired to actually think about it.”

“You could’ve asked me, ya know.” He put his magazine down and got up from his chair – that’s when you knew Dante wouldn’t leave you alone. It wasn’t your intention to worry him, but ever since you got sick, he was perpetually worried.

And hovering around you like a crow.

“Don’t worry, babe. I can still fulfill the very trying quest of getting a piece of bread in the kitchen… Or something like that.” You smiled back at him, while Dante was clearly escorting you to the kitchen.

It was rather cute, actually.

“Also, how’d expect me to call you? Screaming ‘Dante, get your ass up here!’ as loud as I can?” Your look back at him made your devil laugh out loud – even though he had all his attention on every step you took. “You know, it pays not having a cellphone.”

“Yeah, you got a point there, babe. I’ll give ya that.” He let out a fun sigh, opening the kitchen door for you so you wouldn’t have to deal with that – as if it was too much trouble for you. Dante could be over thoughtful when you weren’t at your best. “But ya know, it pays for life, but not for Lady. That woman wouldn’t leave me alone if I had a cellphone.”

“Now you got a good point, cowboy.” You laughed slightly, shooting at Dante with finger guns. He winked back at you, leaning on one of the cupboards to watch what you intended to do. As soon as he understood it though, he would promptly help you. “Lady would call you every single day to collect your debts or with a job…”

“To pay the debts.” You both said at the same time, making you laugh happily probably the first time since you got struck with that nagging sickness that didn’t want to leave you be.

“Ya know, I’m pretty sure cookies aren’t the best food for sick people. Dunno, read it somewhere.” In a matter of fact, Dante remembered how his mother would insist on having him eat ‘proper food’ – meaning fruits and vegetables, only healthy stuff – when he was sick.

“But cookies are delicious.” You shrugged, taking your package of cookies and a little plate so you wouldn’t make a mess around. When you turned to the fridge to get some iced tea, though, you found Dante with his arms crossed, giving you a judging look with that beautiful, cocky smile plastered on his lips. He wouldn’t let you go that easily. “Me, cookie monster.”

Dante immediately laughed out loud at your feeble attempt on justifying your need for cookies – too tired to actually go all out on a Cookie Monster impression, you settled for saying it and just looking back at him. With how human and tiny you looked – in Dante’s eyes – it was a reason for him to laugh for weeks.

“That was the worst point you’ve ever made in an argument, babe!” He leaned back on the cupboard again, helping you reach the glasses right after as soon as you opened the fridge.

“Well. I’m not really considering this an argument.” You shot back, a tiny giggle hidden in your voice. It honestly was a very bad way to convince him to let you get away with a bunch of cookies as a proper meal. “Or else…”

“Oh, I know. Don’t need to remember.” Dante looked as if you had him at gunpoint while handing you the glass so you could fill with your iced tea. You just smiled at how goofy he was. “But your body needs strength right now… And I know, I know, chocolate is a wonderful thing to give you a kick, but it won’t last forever. You need somethin’ better, babe. C’mon.”

Dante leaned by your side so he could level his eyes with yours and you couldn’t escape from his sight. Not like you’d ever want to escape his eyes, though: you could stare at that sky for an eternity, and it wouldn’t be enough time to soothe how much your heart longed for him. You allowed your hands to rest on the cupboard and sighed once your task to pour some iced tea was over.

“I know, babe… I’m just… I dunno…” You sighed once again, entangling the fingers of one of your hands with his. “I’m tired and I don’t really feel like eating, you know…? I convinced myself to eat cookies because they’re delicious, not because I do want to eat. Honestly, I could spend the whole day tossed in bed, sleeping and recovering, but… I guess my mom would always say we can’t give in to sickness and here I am, trying not to give in. It isn’t much, but…”

“Ei, ei… Got it, babe. Don’t worry.” As soon as you started to mumble, Dante caressed your hand, making you look back at his kind eyes. “No need to overexplain, I get it. You’re doin’ your best, and it’s a lot already. Ya know, tomorrow I can try fixin’ somethin’ for breakfast, what do ya think?”

“You…? Cooking?!” You made sure to look as shocked and baffled as you could, making Dante pretend he was insulted with your reaction.

“Hey, I’m a decent cook when I want to! How do ya think I survived alone in this joint all this time?!”

“On pizza…?” He knew you’d say that – and he also knew you were having fun with that little ‘argument’. It was heavenly to see you smile once more.

“Well… I’ll have you know ice cream isn’t pizza.” Dante held the door open for you once again as you followed him back to the shop, laughing out loud at his comeback. “And strawberry sundaes count as fruit!”

“A very balanced diet indeed!” You shot back, having him help you settle the food in the center table, right in front of the huge couch you were already slouching your tired body in.

“Jokes aside, babe, I can do a couple things. Mom used to make this fruit with honey on the oven when we were sick… I’ll see if I can find it for ya.”

As Dante sat by your side and took upon him the task to open the package of cookies, you just observed your red devil. Now you could understand how he was so good at taking care of sick humans: it all came from Eva. And he was even offering to try to remember something from his childhood to help you – honestly, if Dante could see himself with your eyes, he’d see how golden you painted his heart.

“You aren’t gonna feed me some weird demonic fruit for health and stamina, right…?” But of course, you were the other side of his soul. And that meant you couldn’t let the joke just fly by without saying it out loud.

“Nah, that would be a remedy from papa Sparda. You’re not that bad yet, hot stuff.” Dante giggled alongside you, winking while handing you the plate filled with cookies.

“Yikes, I can only imagine how it’d be.” You had one of your eyebrows raised, making him laugh as your devil got comfortable by your side – taking up a lot of space, as always.

Not that it bothered you: as Dante occupied his space, you always took it as a chance to lean on him or put your legs over his lap. It was already unconscious between you two.

“Not as bad as it sounds.” He shrugged, leaning his head on the couch right after. “The ones with Holy Water, though. Those are worse than human medicine.”

“You mean the ones Verge bottoms up when he’s badly injured…?” As you asked, Dante just confirmed with his head, making you shiver just imagining. “You know… He has issues.”

“Ha! It runs in the family!” Even though it wasn’t such a joyful thing to say, Dante was laughing out loud. You had a complimentary sense of humor.

“Hmmm… I don’t think we have everything you need for breakfast tomorrow, though…”

“Don’cha worry about that. I’ll pick some things up in the market before you wake up, babe.” And, as you were getting ready to respond, Dante immediately started talking so you couldn’t argue. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll wake up early tomorrow. Again, don’t worry. It’s not like it’s gonna kill me, ya know? I’m built up like a demon.”

“You’re horrible.” It was the only thing you could put in words after his little joke at the end of his phrase. Dante couldn’t stop himself from laughing alongside you. “You were doing so well.”

“I’m pretty sure I’m still doin’ well.” Dante nudged you with his shoulder, making your cheeks blush slightly. You’d say it was from the sickness, but, even after years together with your devil hunter, he still could make you blush. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“You always do, Dante. Always.” You lifted a cookie to his lips, which Dante promptly accepted. Before you came around, it had been years he didn’t eat cookies like that. Dante had faint memories of Eva cooking them for him and Vergil – and that alone made him not taste cookies for quite a while.

But with you, memories seemed not to hurt anymore. They seemed to glow in a golden, forgotten place in Dante’s mind – somewhere he knew those things were never coming back and those tastes, laughs and touches would never be felt again… But, somehow, he could see them for their beauty, not for their sorrow. They would leave a bitter taste in his mouth, yes, but the sweetness of it all made the unpleasantness worth it.

“You too, babe. You too…” And Dante nipped playfully at your nose, gladly receiving another biscuit from you. “My lil’ cookie monster.”

Vergil

Who would have ever guessed the Dark Slayer would be so methodical when taking care of a sick human?

To be fair, it was to be expected. Vergil was methodical with everything he did, so one could only guess he would be the same way in all aspects of his life.

But.

Taking care of a human wasn’t really in his vast list of abilities. Vergil had an inhuman talent with killing and moving at speed of light, laying waste to all demons who decided to challenge him – and that really meant all of them. Ranking, power, poise, or weapons didn’t matter: Vergil would eventually slay all, one way or another.

So, you never thought he would be so… Good at caring and healing.

It was a very pleasant surprise, though.

Around 2:30 a.m. Vergil was silently sitting on his chair, reading one of his many poetry books while you slept on the bed – safe and sound. Four minutes passed until he checked the clock once more: it was time for you to take your medicine again.

Laying his book aside, Vergil took the pills and a glass of water – carefully waiting for you since hours prior, when he first set up his guard to make sure you would wake up to take your medicine once more – and sat on the edge of the bed by your side.

It was the first time in days you were sleeping so peacefully. That last week had been hell for you, and Vergil felt a weird twist in his chest every time he thought about it – he had suffered from all kinds of diseases in his lifetime but seeing someone he loved so deeply being hurt like that and knowing he was almost powerless to do something about it vexed him more than he initially thought it would.

The fact that your body was more fragile than his for not having his demonic heritage didn’t help at all… And not being able to solve everything through his own power and will triggered memories he wanted to leave locked for good.

Brushing his fingers carefully on your cheek, Vergil slowly brought you from your slumber to reality once more. You fluttered your eyes open as he felt your skin slightly damp from sweat – at least, the pills seemed to be working.

“It’s time to take your medicine, love. Then you can go back to sleep.” His voice was but a murmur in the dark of the room – you could only see a faint light by the side of his chair; the one he used to read while guarding you in your slumber.

“Hmmm…” And even your voice seemed tired. Vergil didn’t like having to wake you from such a calm sleep, but it was necessary. He wondered if Eva felt the same way when he was nothing but a child, burning with fever during silent, endless nights. Vergil couldn’t ask her, but he could assume she did. “What time is it…?”

“It’s late. Here.” Vergil didn’t want you to think much – you obviously needed to rest and worry your mind about time and responsibilities wouldn’t get you very far. You took the pills from his hand without questioning, taking them with a few sips of water.

But of course, Vergil was smart, and he also saw intelligence in you. As you took the medicine, you took the chance to glance at the clock and check the time. Indeed, it was late.

“Verge…” Your speech was a little slurred and positively drunk from sleep. “You stayed up all this time to…?”

“Yes. Now, you go to sleep, angel.” He didn’t raise his voice from his velvety murmur in the dark. Taking the time to lay one of his hands on your forehead, Vergil calmly checked your temperature, concluding everything was fine after double checking it with his hand on your neck. As he was about to leave, you held his hand on place.

On the faint light of the moonlight, you were able to see the Dark Slayer’s silver eyes staring back at you, filled with worry.

Such a human gaze in such harsh eyes.

“You have to rest as well.” You whispered back, making Vergil go speechless.

It was a rather difficult feat, making the house of Sparda speechless. But you had the ability to do that with both Dante and Vergil – and, someday, you had to test your powers with Nero. Kyrie was the only known being to be able to do that with the three of them – and it was a title she would gladly share with you.

One would say it was a power greater than that of the Slayers themselves.

“Y/n…”

“Hey…” You lovingly caressed his hand as you allowed a tired smile to fill your lips. Your eyes could barely stay open but touching him was enough for you to know he was paying attention. Vergil would always be attentive to your words. “It’s late… You said it yourself. If you keep pushing like that… Don’t you think you’ll get sick too…?”

“I’m a demon, y/n. It takes a lot more to get me ill.” His answer could cut a diamond in half, but Vergil’s hand caressed yours in return. You always knew how to read his feelings beyond the harshness of his words: Vergil could hide them in his speech, but not in his heart – and that was always so obvious to you.

“Half demon.” You whispered back, smiling again as you opened your eyes once again – only to meet Vergil’s speechless stare. “And I guess it’s the other half… That kept you up so late… And that has been taking care of me… So beautifully. Right…?”

Vergil would never know how you did that. It was as if you could easily see the human in him not even he could see – you had a strange power to know when his instincts were purely demonic or purely human.

And you were right. How many nights had Eva stayed up until late hours of the night to check on him when he was sick? How methodical was she with the time he had to take his medicine? How many times had he woken up in the middle of night just to find his mother sitting right by his side with a book on her lap, asleep from exhaustion after making sure he was alright?

Everything he knew about taking care of someone else came from her – his human mother. And that instinct, that ache in his chest that made him do the same thing whenever you looked too fragile to get up on your own, certainly came from a part of Vergil that wasn’t demonic.

It wasn’t an instinct of survival nor territoriality. It was an instinct of making sure someone he loved deeply wouldn’t suffer and would smile once more. An instinct of wanting to see you shine again – of wanting to have you, safe and sound, back in his arms and not worrying he might lose you.

It was the same instinct of protection that made him thirst for power so many years ago – but this time it was… A little different.

“I can take it. You, in the other hand, can’t.” His eyes were, now, understanding; his hands moving a lot more softly.

You had a way to find the Dark Slayer’s heart under thick coats of ice like no one else had.

“Not right now.” You furrowed your eyebrows, pretending to be offended by his words. “But I do remember when you… Slept so soundly on my lap… Out of exhaustion one day.”

“Hmmm. I was badly injured.” Vergil tried to regain some of his pride with his posture while sitting, his regal demeanor coming back for a few moments. That made you smile more than you expected – as best as you could in that moment.

Oh, if only you knew how you could melt his heart with so little.

“Well, well… Today, I am quite sick…” You sighed, still allowing that golden smile to fill your lips. Vergil would argue you were a creature he had no knowledge of, but he knew your blood was purely human. And that never ceased to baffle him – there was something in you that made you look ethereal.

Or maybe, that was just his human heart making sure he knew how much his soul cared and longed for yours.

“If you’re not willing to rest… Can I at least rest in your arms…?” Your murmured question caught Vergil off guard, even if he didn’t show it in his eyes or icy façade. “Just like you did that day…”

Vergil knew what you were doing – for he was aware that, if he at least leaned on that bed, it wouldn’t take him long to fall asleep. His body was tired, and his eyes were already starting to scramble the words from the poems he loved so much. While waiting for the right time to wake you up, Vergil had to take of his glasses and rub his eyes twice – wondering where all that tiredness came from.

Perhaps, the worry of taking care of a loved one was enough to make one exhausted – not physically, but emotionally. Vergil would never want to admit that, and it puzzled him deeply, but feeling could be tiring as well.

“If that is what you wish…” He didn’t have the heart to argue. You were asking for his company, his presence, and that was much more than anything else he could have expected.

Because, at that point, you could ask him anything that Vergil would make it happen – but, out of all the possibilities, demonic and human, you asked to have him. How could he ever deny that?

“It is…” And you closed your eyes as he left a soft kiss on your forehead. “Maybe you could fall asleep with me too…”

“Hmmm. I wouldn’t be opposed to that.” Vergil murmured in the very same tone as he wandered around the room to leave his slippers along with your other shoes and finally turn off the faint, amber light that kept him awake while reading.

Between sitting and laying down by your side on the bed, Vergil cuddled you the best way he could. Your arms rested on his chest while his arms embraced you, safe and sound. That put a smile on your face.

“If I didn’t know better… I’d never say you’re half demon…”

“Oh…?”

“I’d say you’re my guardian angel.”

As your whisper lingered in the moonlit air, Vergil’s hand gently played with your hair – the way his mother would do when he was younger. That phrase inspired a maelstrom of confusing emotions he wasn’t expecting at that time of the night… He only knew he suddenly had the urge to hold you tighter; to keep you protected from whatever harm the world could bring you.

If Vergil hadn’t checked your temperature before, he would dismiss your words as nothing but delirious musings of a feverish mind.

Finally settling with a golden swell on his chest from what you had just said, Vergil allowed himself to close his eyes – a faint smile playing on his lips while his hands kept caressing your hair.

Even if he dismissed those words in the future, he could savor them during that moment. It was a secret whispered in the deep of the night – and you were sick, after all.

And so, you drifted away in your sleep in the wings of an angel.

#dante x reader #vergil x reader #dante imagine #vergil imagine #dmc #devil may cry #dmc imagine #devil may cry fanfiction #dante sparda #vergil sparda #honestly Vergil wearing slippers is a cute concept on its own #and I'll never get enough of Dante being bffs with his s/o

[theunaestheticstudyblr]

UNIVERSITY WITH MENTAL ILLNESS

Mental health and illness is already hard enough, but adding school pressure on top is hard. High school was easier for me since there is a lot more structure and a lot less choice, which is why I'm targeting this towards college and university students.

Firstly is attending class. Getting to class is a major hurdle, especially with a commute like me (1 hour+) broke people problems lmao. Driving that long to go to a class just to drive back home is already exhausting and unpleasant, especially knowing professors will post slides or something after class anyways. But you have to drag yourself there. One thing I do to help is dress up. I'll do my makeup and put on nicer clothes. Why does this work for me? I hate wasting stuff, especially money and to me, putting on makeup is spending money essentially (same logic as using rare items in a video game idk). I can't just sit around the house and waste the money I just put on my face so I gotta go to class. Small things like this to trick your brain works so well. Before this, there was a restaurant I absolutely loved next to campus so if I went to every class for two weeks I would reward myself by going there. Another thing that helps is making plans with people ahead of time. They'll hold you accountable on days that you can't.

Take rest days. Schedule one whole day a week where you don't do school or go to work. It's a day completely off for anything. I use this day to do chores in the morning and then just lay around and do absolutely nothing all afternoon and night. This helps recharge and reduce stimulation and socialization. It gives your brain that little rest it cries for every day. I used to panic so much about this one day because I could be working and making money or studying or doing anything to be productive until I had a week where I couldn't do anything because I broke down completely, mentally and physically. Now I see it as a preservation day. I use this day to recover from everything.

Make your notes pretty. I hate going back and looking at my messy class notes. Everything is scattered and messy and I get frustrated. What I do instead is make a virtual, concise copy that is pretty to me. I'll add little sketches, color, pictures, etc. This helps draw my attention and allows me to study while doing it! Making the second copy forces you to go through the material after a class is over and review the material to decide what is truly important and then organize it all and then rewrite it all. This has been a huge help.

Use class breaks to snack or grab coffee. One thing I have found in many people with high anxiety is that food and drinks really help calm you down. I've found some research suggesting it's because food is a signal that things are safe and therefore makes you more relaxed, though I don't know much about anthropology and psychology fields. I find this really helps to calm me down after I had a very stressful test so that I can be more present for the next class. Gum helps a lot on high anxiety/panic days as well.

Download the notes or slides, especially if posted ahead of time. This way you have access even if you don't have wifi. You can even pull them up in lectures so you don't have to focus on the board the whole time. For my people with autism, this has helped me so much. There are times where you can't focus on the professor and the slides and the sounds and writing, so doing this cuts out having to watch the teacher and the board. Bonus points if you can record during lecture as well so you can revisit parts that you zoned out in or couldn't focus on.

Keep a journal or diary and list your activities, food, weather, etc in it as well as your mood. This can help you find correlations to hack shit. My favorite way of doing this is through the Daylio app (I wrote a post about it here). Like I notice that days when it's rainy, I study and read more and days where I walk more and eat breakfast, I focus better and am happier overall. This information helps so much. If I know it's going to rain tomorrow, I won't try to force myself to study a bunch today and instead save that energy for later. Instead, I'll take care of myself and go for a walk or something. Knowing how you work and why really makes a HUGE difference.

This might just be my autism brain, but finding cool things related to the topic at hand has helped me keep interest in at least a little of the subject, helping me study more. Like I don't like chimaeras (a fish group) BUT for some reason I love fish teeth and these fishes have a very unique tooth set. This at least let's me know something instead of just ignoring and forgetting everything. 20% is better than nothing.

Find a reason to study what you do, even if it's just that you need this class to graduate. Just taking classes for no reason seems like something neurotypical people are able to do. I can't do it. I need a reason and if I can't find one, I just give up. I used to always say it was useless and pointless and didn't understand why it was required. But I realized the reason to take it is because I want a piece of paper that says I traded lots of money and sanity for it. And that reason has to be good enough.

Make study games. Games are more fun than lifeless paper. Matching games, crosswords, coloring pages, whatever you like!

Feel free to add your tips to this post as well!! I always have room for improvement and experimentation, especially for really hard days. I still find myself skipping even online classes some days. No one had all the answers or has everything figured out. This is just an incomplete list of things that have helped me out a bit and made college life a bit easier.

#study blog #study hard #studyblr #school #student #student life #studying #productivity #autism tips #depression tips #tips and tricks #study tips #college tips #tips #university advice #school advice #advice #college #college life #university #mental health #mentally ill #mental heath support

[moxfirefly]

B D J O V for Donnie, Karl and Alcina? (yes I am in love, no I dont have regrets uwu)

My 3 loves? Well why not! And pls enjoy the ficlet styles I’m going to opt for when doing dirty secrets! This is a little long so is going under the cut.

🩸🍷Alcina Dimitrescu🩸🍷

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and on the other)

A bit of an odd one here but she loves backs, like your actual back. The line of your spine, if you have those back dimples, ufff. She loves the shape of it if you’re on the more curvier side, she loves the skin, and your rolls, and any stretch marks. Just picture that elegant hand of hers ghosting over your back, nails maybe even claws.

On herself, well Alcina is aware of her assets and she’s very aware of her chest, both she’s quite proud of but she’s really proud of her figure over all.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

There was a pretty seamstress in the village who always was brought up to the castle to help with her dresses. She was a pretty thing in Alcina’s eyes, very much her type. When your making or fixing or measuring a tailor made outfit for a 9ft+ woman well it gets tricky and a little more handsy than usual. Alcina didn’t mind, the seamstress didn’t either. It was interesting following simple commands even if they were asked upon her with nothing but grace and poise.

So as Alcina sat for the 40th time to have something around her neck marked to be fixed, she had to stand between her legs to best approach and see the mistake. Only sitting did she have the best chance at seeing her at a more eye to eye level (well as best as it could be).

She isn’t dumb, she knows curiosity, want and lust like the back of her hand. Sees the nervous swallow of the seamstress whenever hands glide across her chest. The whispered ‘pardon my lady’ when she rests a palm on Alcina’s throat and takes a needle to the neckline with all the gentleness she can muster. Of course it’s the moment to prick her finger, the quiet hiss and scent is enough to alert Alcina and without waiting for her to fuss she takes that bleeding digit and kisses it, tastes the bead of blood, all while looking straight at her. When she still sees lust there, oh does she pull her closer.

One of her maids walks in about twenty minutes later, an array of materials in her arms so she doesn’t quite catch how the Lady of the castle smooths her dress and tries not to laugh, chest heaving a little and legs closing a tad. The maid greets her with her usual honorifics before leaving the requested materials, she notices the seamstress isn’t there and arches a brow at the room. “Lavatory” is all Alcina says before the maid makes a question. She nods but feels something isn’t right with the current picture but still leaves.

Once gone.

The seamstress crawls out from under Alcina’s skirt, mouth shiny, hair disheveled and nice set of teeth marks at her bosom.

It becomes a frequent thing after that.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

It’s not to say she needs to because she sincerely feels she has anybody at her beck and call who is willing ready and able. But on the rare occasion she indulges in some self care, it’s mostly in her luxurious tub. Feeling the warm water, her hair clean and smelling of that weeks chosen fragrance, well it gets her thinking and thinking leads desiring and if there isn’t anybody she’ll handle it. Slow, she loves drawing out her own pleasure, loves to feel that rise but stops before it’s too close. She’ll do that, edge herself a little bit more before biting down on her lip to muffle a more particular louder cry.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Both. She lives for giving it and she loves to receive it. She is just, wow, so incredibly good at it, she’s goes about it in such erotic and passionate way and if you’re not looking like you are being possessed by the devil then she up’s her game to make sure that happens. You can squeeze her head with your thighs all you want, she’s built different lol she can handle it. Don’t yank to much on her hair though, claw at her all you want but easy on the do.

She’s had a few inexperienced lovers which she has to guide when they want to go down on her. She’s very particular of what and how she likes it, but she’s patient enough to teach you.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

I’ll do you one better, https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMRSKhUoh/

⚙️Heisenberg⚙️

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and on the other)

https://hagelpaimon.tumblr.com/post/661063110466158592/i-wonder-wonder-who-ill-pick-hesi-baby-a

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) shout out to @imthegreenfairy88 for helping me out with this one.

The first few times he indulged in this he was very adamant in keeping it to himself and to himself only (with time and reassurance he chills out) but the first time he tried doing ‘back door’ stuff on himself he was very surprised about how good it fucking felt and every so often he indulged in it. There’s an occasion where he ends up in bed with some tourist, gun to his head he doesn’t remember their name but he sure fucking remember the blow job and fingering combo that they gave him that had him seeing fucking stars. He tensed up at first was about to say something but they crooked their fingers just right and swallowed his cock at the same time and words were out the window along with thoughts.

He was so far gone that it didn’t cross his mind that when he begged for another finger, he gave himself away and if their eyes weren’t indication of how delighted they had been, feeling two more additional fingers really proved the point.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

I mean I’m saying yea, he has to get creative with it sometimes so as to not get bored, but he picks up a few things he enjoys (he is creative after all) he’s definitely ruined his fair share of pillows, loves rutting into them. He has beat off probably in any section of the factory but shower is better for clean up. He for sure has done it outside of the factory, probably relaxing on a chair and if the weather is nice enough, it’s not like anybody is gonna suddenly drop by. He likes a tight closed fist when he’s close but enjoys a teasing touch to start things off, really enjoys grabbing his balls when he does it. Very messy messy boy when he cums.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

This man blows you like his life depends on it. VERY sloppy but it’s really hot, it’s how eager he is about it and how willing he is to suffocate and or choke on it. He’s told you to sit on his face multiple times at multiple moments of the day. He loves the taste of you, loves feeling suffocated by your thighs. You know what they about big noses too 🥴🥴

As for receiving he likes to dish out what he takes. So expect some rough mouth fucking, he will make you gag, he will make you all teary eyed cause he enjoys it. He’s fine with it without to be honest, he much prefers to be balls deep in you but if you enjoy doing it then expect hip thrusting.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Not super loud, but he isn’t mute. He groans and moans but he’s also a talker so expect a lot dirty talk. His voice drops in a way when he’s fucking you that it makes your toes curl. He’s all breathy pants when he’s close. Lots and lots of cuss words.

👾Donnie💜

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and on the other)

https://hagelpaimon.tumblr.com/post/661063462078889985/b-body-part-their-favourite-body-part-of-theirs

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He likes the taste of his own cum.

He denies it, really denies it, just says it’s his way of cleaning you up after a nice romp but he really has a way of proving the opposite. Donnie has ‘finished’ on you in every way shape or form. On your stomach, back, face etc you name and each time he has cleaned you up he’s either wiped it up and sucked on his fingers or he’s just full blown licked it off of you.

And there is something so disgustingly erotic about that you haven’t or don’t want to call him out on it. You’ve gone down on his multiple times and he very eager to kiss you after your done. One time you purposefully left some on your chin and lips to see if he’d clean it up first but nah, kissed the heck out of you. His favorite is cumin in you and then going down on you. The first time he did that, it was enough to make your toes curl till they cracked and just as you were about to say something he was yanking another orgasm from you. The combined taste of his and yours release? Fuck now that was his favorite.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Does it and does it often. He’s not prudish about it, it’s free oxytocin and for a guy who’s convinced he’s never gonna get a shot at being with somebody physically, might as well practice some self love.

Loves visual stimulation but he’s really into audio stimuli. Likes those audios where he feels he’s there with the person or the ones where they give instructions. Donnie is really into edging and if he’s got the time and privacy he can literally edge himself for a couple of hours. Has at times managed hands free orgasms. Has made cock sleeves or basically fleshlights (ah ingenuity), can have his moments where he’s super slow and teasing about it, light strokes and all that. Can also have moments where he basically fucks his fist to the point of making some pretty obscene wet noises. If listening to audios or watching videos he really loves trying to cum at the same time as the person in the vid or audio. Has a bottle of lotion right on the desk but that shit is so cluttered with stuff that nobody has picked up on it and honestly it’s kinda funny.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

GIVE GIVE GIVE.

Oh my lord is he OBSESSED with giving oral. It’s such a big turn on for him. He just loves how intimate it is, he loves how he’s giving you pleasure in such an intimate position. LOVES over stimulating with his mouth, loves feeling thighs trying to break his head, happy to die down the suffocated in his favorite place, loves feeling a hand at the back of his head and pushing him in further.

He’s not crazy about receiving cause he knows his size is a challenge but he’s not opposed to it, he much rather get a hand job from you.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Loud and not afraid about it. He enjoys the fuck out of it and is going to be vocal about it unless it’s adamant to be quiet because people are around. His churrs are really nice, deep but not as baritone as say Raph’s, but they feel and sound so good.

#tmnt bayverse #re8 village #donnie #heisenberg #alcina dimitrescu #lady d #lady dimitrescu #tmnt Donatello #Karl Heisenberg #lord heisenberg #tmnt Donnie #Donatello #ns*w alphabet #ask #dianounais

[bistevethor]

Steve Rogers Fanfiction Recommendations

Happy birthday, Steve!

I know that there are some (a lot?) of steve fans who sometimes struggle to find fics focused on him, so I am here now putting a list of Steve fics. I was going to fics that I haven't seen recommended a lot and most of the ones on this post have less than 200 kudos only, but I end up putting everything (it's probably easier to put my bookmarks as public but well...). It's a massive list (over 100 fics?), so it's will be separated into several posts/reblogs.

Not all of them are from Steve's POV or even have him as the main 'main' character, but rest assured he played an important role and is featured heavily. Lots of these are friendship-focused but I categorized them. The shippy ones are mostly samsteve, thundershield, and some rare pairings because I don't venture to other ships a lot and when I did it's to the rare ones instead lol. Hopefully, any of you can find some gems from this list and these are as enjoyable or as good as I remembered. I'll continue to update it, hopefully, every time I find new ones.

Fics are under read more.

General

The Rocket's Red Glare

Steve was born on the Fourth of July (no joke), so a party is in order! Unfortunately, PTSD decides to rear its ugly head. Fortunately, Steve's got an entire team at his back to help him through it. And screaming goats.

an entry in the scrapbook of absurdity

In which Steve turns into a baby and bites people.

Baby Steve Adventures

Captain America gets hit by a spell during a battle. The rest of the Avengers look after him.

Do You Remember Being Happy? ('Cause I Sure Don't)

"Dragr," Thor called them. "Demons" Clint had said. "Thieves" is what Steve labels them as. AKA, the one where Steve is captured by creatures that feed off of happy memories, and the team is left to pick up the pieces. Post-Avengers.

In Search of (Bucky, Family, Home)

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov & Sam Wilson

A week following the events of CATWS, Steve recruits Natasha and Sam to help find Bucky.

Sam raised an eyebrow. “Do we need to recap again? You were shot three times, beaten near to death by an enhanced super soldier with a metal arm and then almost drowned. Yeah, your ass is going to need a few more days of healing time.”

The Truth When Captains Meet

Steve Rogers wakes up on an alien’s space ship being carried bridal style by Carol Danvers. As far as first meetings go, it’s memorable.

Irish Coffee

Pairings: Jessica Jones & Steve Rogers

Jessica runs into an incognito Cap at a cafe. They form an unlikely friendship of sorts.

The Lifetimes of Steve Rogers (Series)

What happens when Steve Rogers steps onto the quantum platform to return the Stones? Where does he go? What challenges does he find? Who does he meet? How many lifetimes can one man have?

Fifty-Two Pickup

Less than a week after the fall of the Triskelion, Steve Rogers is released from the hospital. Although his physical wounds are almost fully healed, other injuries need a bit more time, and some help from friends.

little kids get big so fast

Steve ends up having to take care of the deaged Defenders.

Grampa Steve's Bedtime Stories

If Mommy was away for work, then Morgan’s Grampa Steve came over to stay with her. He’d tuck her in, let her give Mommy a kiss on video chat, then hand her the picture of Daddy for his kiss. Once Daddy’s picture was back on the bookshelf, Grampa Steve would turn off the bedside lamp so that Miss Friday could cover the ceiling with stars, and ask Morgan what story she wanted to hear.

“Captain Steve, Grampa! Tell me Captain Steve!”

Grampa Steve sometimes read to her from books and other times watched a movie with her, but her favorite by far was when he told her Captain Steve’s Adventures Through the Multiverse.

On Camping Trips

Sam is more Hermione than Natasha is, and Steve doesn't want to be Harry.

Powerful

Steve loses the advantages of the super-soldier serum. This is not a tragedy.

His Dream

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson

As if on cue, Steve cut him off with a loud sneeze.

"Yeah. Like that." Sam nodded. "And please sneeze into your elbow next time, dude. You could've just started an epidemic."

"Sorry. Allergies." Steve excused, and Sam raised an eyebrow.

"How do you know it's allergies?" Sam asked, and Steve sighed, putting the ingredients together and solving the mystery of what the gas had actually done.

The answer wasn't ideal. "It feels like the seasonal allergies I had before. Before the serum- and I haven't had them since the serum."

Realization clicked in Sam's head.

"The gas de-serumed you."

Steve swallowed and nodded reluctantly.

OR: Steve gets temporarily de-serumed, with his height and stature staying the same but his immune system being as bad as it was before, and has to stay in the hospital to prevent a severe allergic reaction or illness. Sam stays with him the whole time, making sure he's not alone.

A Strange Encounter

Things have gone awry and Strange is injured. With no other options, he's called for assistance from Captain America and his team.

even if we're apart, i'll always be with you

Steve finds a dirty toy bear at an abandoned gas station, on the way back from a school trip. He brings him home.

As Long as You’re Not Tired Yet of Talking

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov

When Steve Rogers tells her, “Don’t be a stranger,” as they’re all going their own ways after New York, it makes her want to laugh.

Draw/Breath

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov

Natasha like knowing what makes people tick. She likes knowing things, about her teammates and her coworkers and herself. Oddly enough, sometimes other people like knowing her too.

AKA: Natasha wants to know why Steve isn’t drawing anymore, and takes the long way round to get her answer. Because why not.

With Magic We Do Fly

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff & Steve Rogers

In Civil War we see Wanda fling Steve into the air with her magic. They must have practiced that, right?

Que Wanda throwing Steve against a wall. Many times.

Just Like We Practiced

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff & Steve Rogers

Steve had said, in the movie when he asked Wanda to lift him into the building, "Just like we practiced." But just how did they come up with the idea of her lifting people with her powers, and putting them up somewhere like an escalator? Perhaps it was because Wanda accidentally sent a certain tall, blond Avenger face-first into the floor once and he decided he would help her learn to utilize this as a confidence building exercise. Natasha keeps an eye, Thor and Sam help build the training grounds, and Wanda has found her new home. Takes place between AGE OF ULTRON and CIVIL WAR.

Black and White but Red and Blue

They're watching black and white film reels, but Steve sees them in colour.

"My shield may be black and white but it was red and blue. Just like the blue sky under which red blood was spilled. Like Bucky's blue eyes and Peggy's red lips..."

The Road Warriors

Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff

It wasn't pretty, but somehow the four of them managed to make it through two years on the run.

We'll Fix It

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov

Steve has a hard time after his battle with The Winter Soldier and isn't sure what to do with himself. After not seeing him for a week, Natasha finally shows up to his apartment unannounced to figure out how they can get back to work. There is some crying involved.

From Here On Out

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov

The Accords, the search for Bucky, the fight at the airport ... In a world where nothing will ever be the same, sometimes the road to rebuilding trust and friendship is a little rockier than it should be.

AKA, the story of Steve & Natasha and how they got to where they are.

Set post-Civil War but pre-Infinity War.

I have this breath and I hold it tight

Parings: Wanda Maximoff & Steve Rogers, Clint Barton & Wanda Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff & Vision

Steve finally goes to Wanda’s tiny room and taps on the doorframe, although it’s hardly necessary, with the slightly warped floorboards creaking under his feet. “Hey,” he says. “Got a minute?”

Wanda's been a little withdrawn since Steve broke everyone out of the Raft. She's had a lot to think about.

to you.

Pairings: Pietro Maximoff & Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton & Wanda Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff & Natasha Romanov, Wanda Maximoff & Steve Rogers, Wanda Maximoff & Sam Wilson, Wanda Maximoff & Tony Stark

It's Wanda's birthday today. She's not sure how to feel.

New Love

Pairings: Diana (Wonder Woman) & Steve Rogers

Near the end of World War II, Diana Prince finds herself attempting to reconnect to her long-gone, beloved Steve Trevor. However, she comes across Steve Rogers instead.

Sharing Life (And Canned Green Beans)

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov

It’s Thanksgiving, and Steve is hiding in the second living room on the 8th floor of the penthouse apartments with a can of green beans.

I'm Fine

Steve slowly began to realize that the problem with being a national icon, a hero, and a role model, is that somehow, he became more than human. He become a symbol, not a person. So when he becomes increasingly unhappy, deeply depressed, and utterly adrift in a world where he doesn't belong, the loneliness and isolation are unbearable. How could anyone believe that an iconic hero like himself was really just an ordinary kid from Brooklyn, dying inside because everything he'd gained still wasn't enough to replace everything he'd lost? How could he possibly bring himself to bleed on the ones he loves? So he tells himself the same lie over and over, hoping one day, he'll believe it.

dogpile

"My dog ate my mission report" An injured Steve remembers something he has to do. Unabashed Steve and dogs fluff. "Didn't peg you for a pet guy." "Allergies."

Alone In This World (Together)

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov & Sam Wilson

“We’re fugitives,” Steve said finally. “It might never get better.”

“The world’s always going to need saving," Sam replied. "We’re still Avengers. No one can take that away from us.” Then, like they hadn't been having an entire conversation before, “So when do we leave?”

“Once night falls.”

Do we have any idea where she is?”

“No.” Steve took a sip of his coffee. “But I know where she’ll be.”

it gets the worst at night

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov

Here's how it goes: Natasha sometimes shares a bed with Steve. It's not what it sounds like.

(In which there are Colombian drug lords, awkward boners, cuddly super-soldiers and the Avengers are all giant dorks.)

Shelter

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson

Sam and Steve, right after the fall of SHIELD.

Princely Bickering

Pairings: Jane Foster/Thor, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers & Jane Foster, Steve Rogers & Thor

Steve allows Sam to lean up and inspect his head for bruises and blood. He then checks out Steve’s eyes. ‘Do you know where you are?’ Steve rolls his eyes. ‘Don’t be an ass, Cap, apparently you can break.’ ‘London, England, chasing apparently useless Hydra intel despite having about five hundred international arrest warrants out for us because we’re just that stupid,’ says Steve. Sam pats him - gently - on the shoulder. Life on the run isn't easy, especially not after an injury. Fortunately Steve still has a few allies left.

And The Seconds Tick Down

AU of Civil War. How the world ended in twenty steps when Steve died.

"Grant" and "Francis" Go Shopping

Pairings: Clint Barton & Steve Rogers

Steve and Clint both have holiday shopping to do for their family of choice, so they make a day trip to an outlet mall, have a few heart to hearts, use some coupons, buy a bunch of presents, and eventually get through their shopping lists.

A Tune Without Words

Pairings: Jane Foster/Thor, Steve Rogers & Thor, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson

As he and Sam prepare to begin searching for Bucky, Steve gets various offers of help—some more unexpected than others.

Purpose

Tony Stark wins the fight in Siberia completely by accident.

Steve Rogers does not resist his arrest as he is taken to the Raft.

Sam Wilson, T'Challa, and Pepper Potts pick up the pieces.

Full of Wounds and Still Standing on my Feet

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Wanda Maximoff

The five times Steve looked out for Wanda, and one time Wanda decided someone needed to look out for Steve.

Three Awakenings

The first three times that Steve Rogers woke up during his first twenty-four hours in the twenty-first century.

Making Your Own Future

Characters: Steve Rogers, Diana Prince, Steve Trevor Five times -- plus one -- that Diana Prince and Steve Rogers encountered one another.

Better Living Through Pizza

Pairings: Clint Barton & Steve Rogers

Steve takes some time off from soldiering and Avengering to get his head on straight, and Clint is assigned to keep an eye on him, because apparently SHIELD believes in the blind leading the blind. Steve really needs a hobby, since modern television shows baffle him, but Clint keeps bringing him DVDs and pizza.

Five Times Clint Barton Spoke with Steve Rogers about Growing Old and the One Time He Didn't.

Pairings: Clint Barton & Steve Rogers

When Steve Rogers reappeared from the past as an old man, there was a lot of catching up to do. Clint Barton made sure nobody got left behind.

Hammer's Totally Heavy-Handed and Incompetent Revenge

"So, at the end of IM2, Justin Hammer swears revenge on Pepper. He waits until Tony and Rhodey are halfway across the world to launch his attack.

Unfortunately for him, thanks to SHIELD, Iron Man and War Machine aren't the only superheroes in Pepper's rolladex. Steve thinks Pepper's just swell and doesn't take too kindly to somebody trying to hurt her."

Cue badass!Steve and competent!Pepper

Fan Mail

Steve starts getting his fan mail and receives an invitation to the prom. Written for a prompt at the Avengers kink meme. It was a great prompt, and so much fun to write and get feedback for!

Prom. Steve 'Grandpa Iceberg' Rogers at a 21st-century high school prom. "This isn't happening. This whole conversation is just an elaborate practical joke. Bruce really just has orders for widgets or something."

Bruce waved the printouts at him. "Fraid not. I don't really do practical jokes. Messing with other people's moods just seems. I don't know. Karmically unwise."

Mascot

Steve runs. People see Steve run. Steve gets adopted by the neighbourhood he runs through every week day morning. He finds this confusing. Tony finds it amusing.

Locks Not Replaced

Tony angsts back at Avengers' HQ, Ross is a bully and Steve makes sure he doesn't get away with it. In other words, there is much regret, a bit on the philosophy of locks, adventure and far too many Robin Hood metaphors.

woof

For a prompt on the avengers kinkmeme: "...something different happens when Steve gets Dr Erskine's serum plus the Vita ray treatment... Steve does get taller and stronger, but when the first full moon hits, he turns into a big friendly looking dog. Yes, he's a weredog, not a werewolf."

Mission: Baby

Pairings: James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers

The Asset finds himself in charge of the care of a small baby, but somehow he knows—he has to protect the baby from all harm, whatever the cost.

14 Tracks

Pairings: Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers & Avengers Team 14 tracks from Steve's iPod and how they got on there.

Life Will Rattle Your Bones

Pairings: Erik Lehnsherr & Steve Rogers

Captain America and the Howling Commandos find Schmidt sooner than they thought... wait, what do you mean this is a *different* Schmidt?

In war-torn Germany, the paths of Steve Rogers and Erik Lehnsherr cross, part, and cross again.

come build me up

Pairings: Sharon Carter & Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers

“Do you ever feel like -- like you joined up because you wanted to do good. You wanted to do the right thing but somewhere along the way, you just lost the whole fucking plot.”

“All of the time.”

Or: the one where Captain America and Agent 13 give long distance friendship a whirl.

Down in the Worn Out Place Again

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff & Natasha Romanov, Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov, Steve Rogers & Wanda Maximoff

“You don't look a day over 85, Captain,” Wanda says.

Natasha smiles, just barely, and nudges Steve with her elbow. “She makes jokes now.”

(Post AoU, stories about friendship.)

Satellites

Characters: Natasha Romanov, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Nick Fury Pairings: Natasha Romanov & Steve Rogers, Minor Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson, Minor Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov

In the immediate aftermath of SHIELD's collapse and Steve's plunge into the Potomac, Natasha considers her place in the world. Also the fact that Steve is depressing.

Timeless Classics

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Avengers Team Five An undetermined number of times (six, apparently) Steve unexpectedly got the reference (sort of), and one time everyone discovered something new together.

you just wait and see

Pairings: Rocket Raccoon & Steve Rogers

“Thor said you’re the captain.” Rogers says, his voice distant, sad smile growing into a sadder grin. “Tough job.”

The Small Hours

Pairings: Steve Rogers & T'Challa, James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers

"I'm not getting him back, am I." The words were flatly delivered – not a question so much as fatigued resignation. "We will do everything we can to help him," T'Challa quietly replied, but he wouldn't lie, not about this. Not to a fellow warrior he respected on and off the field of battle. "The possibility does exist, however, that the triggers are permanent."

The Man We All Remember From the Newsreels

Still getting used to the twenty-first century, Steve comforts himself with memories of long-gone friends. But Howard Stark, the man Steve remembers, is nothing like the man he sees in the newsreels.

we're all choir boys at best

Characters: Steve Rogers, Johnny Storm

You are totally getting laid tonight. "Please stop talking." You hijacked my brain first, this is totally not my fault.

Epistaxis

Steve doesn't worry the first time he gets a bloody nose that won't quit. But when it happens a second, third, fourth... He, and his teammates, start to get concerned.

You Close Your Eyes and the Glory Fades

His body isn’t his own, he knows that, knew before the procedure that everything would change. That was the easiest thing to wrap his head around, actually, the physical changes. He’s used to his body betraying him, so this is just another thing to learn his way around. But the colors of everything, even the sliver of blue sky he could see, craning his head at the tiny window, look different.

Looking For Answers (From The Great Beyond)

After the Battle of New York is over, and Loki and the tesseract are returned to Asgard, Steve takes a road trip across the country, and tries to figure out what he wants to do next.

Mourning the Future

Steve's ties to the past and the future are pretty tenuous, and the serum ensures he lives in an eternal present state of ever-youthful vigour. When an old war buddy gets handed his last marching orders, Steve has to wonder if everyone will eventually leave.

Riviera Life

Sam and Steve have been traversing Europe looking for Bucky. Not everyone is convinced it isn’t an open invitation road trip.

Voluntary Bros.

Characters: Steve Rogers, Johnny Storm

"Dude, you could be twins, they tested you before they defrosted you to see if you were a clone or something, or if he was a clone," Clint said.

"I want to talk to him, I think. I mean, a girl threw her latte at me last week for not calling her back and this dude felt me up at an art gallery yesterday," Steve said.

Two Brooklynites and One Big Apple

Pairings: Miles Morales & Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

“You did good out there today,” Captain America said, brushing a layer of detritus from his unfathomably broad shoulder. “I’ll see you around.”

“Not if I see you first,” replied Miles, fingergunning with one hand as he sent a web rope fwipping off into the distance with the other, catapulting himself away at tremendous speed.

... in which two superheroes battle with bad guys, embark on community art lessons, and a friendship forms along the way.

Battle Fatigue

Steve thought he was doing okay. Things weren't going great, but they were fine, manageable even, and then suddenly they weren't.

We Become New Yorkers (or: Five Times Steve Rogers Looked For Home, and One Time Home Found Him)

New York is a million cities at the same time. This is how Steve found his.

A beautiful day in the neighborhood

In which Steve and Peter learn that the best way to get through a bad situation is together. And to avoid collapsing buildings. And that concussions are terrible, terrible things.

Leviticus 25

"You want to save Bucky Barnes? You are going to have to put your own house in order first because he is going to need a rock to cling to. You are not ready to be that rock for him. You owe it to him -- and more importantly, you owe it to yourself -- to figure things out, figure out how you can be happy in this time and place, whether or not Barnes is with you."

Strike

Sometimes the road to recovery involves bowling. Conveniently, so does the one to the Grand Canyon.

Conversation in Wakanda

“I have been told that you had the privilege to share a training session with some of our Dora Milaje,” T’Challa says. “May I ask how it went?”

“Well,” the Captain huffs. “There’s no polite way to say it: I had my ass handed to me. Repeatedly.”

He sounds and looks utterly delighted.

Contact Light

Everyone thought computers would be the thing that really blew Steve's mind about the 21st century. They were wrong. When he finds out that he missed the moon landing, it's the start of an ongoing obsession with space that maybe involves Neil deGrasse Tyson, Twitter, and Star Trek marathons.

Twenty-Two

“This is Lucky,” Clint said when a dog got between him and Natasha. Lucky’s vest was bright, like desert mornings and night explosions.

“Does he help?” Natasha asked.

Clint pressed his hands flat on the counter behind him. “He saved my life.”

Natasha looked at Steve, her expression fierce. Steve resisted the urge to yank down his sleeves. Instead, he dug his nails into the puckered skin on his forearms.

AKA An AU in which Steve is a veteran just trying to survive (or not).

Gray

Peter doesn't expect Steve to show up at his house one night when he gets home from school. He also doesn't expect to have a long conversation with him, and choose to be on his side instead.

We're Happy, Free, Confused, and Lonely at the Same Time.

"Tony isn't sure, but he *thinks* Steve Rogers is going to try and argue with him about not being a kid, while wrapped up in a fluffy blanket and plaid pyjama pants watching a Disney movie. Tony really hopes that is the case. The Captain America voice looses all affect when wrapped up in that blanket and Tony can't wait to inform him as such." - The one where Tony realises that Captain America and Steve Rogers are not the same person, and Steve is so much younger then he thought.

This Isn't A Love Song, This Isn't A Fable

Steve's not OK with people's perception of Captain America, no matter what he says or how much he pretends otherwise. It's like no one in this time period realizes that there's more to him than a spangly outfit. And yes, he's including the Avengers in that. ... or, the one where everything's all right, until it's not.

it's safe here in our new world

Post TWS. In which Natasha and Steve go shopping, have Thursday night movie nights, and learn that Natasha loves to platonically kiss Steve. Which is good, because Steve loves being platonically kissed by Natasha.

Shadowboxing

Pairings: Matt Murdock & Steve Rogers

It doesn’t matter how many times you fall – what matters most is how many times you get back up. Steve Rogers knew this lesson far too well and it was one Matt Murdock had endured all his life. With both men at their lowest, could a chance friendship bring each of them to their feet again?

Everybody Eats When They Come to My House

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers

“You’ll ruin your dinner,” Sam says, gesturing with Steve with his spatula.

i fear for the calendar; its days are numbered

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson

Before she goes off the grid, Natasha gives Steve her phone number. He’s honored that he’s the only one to be trusted with it, but quickly learns that she spends most of her free time texting him Dad jokes.

Status Quo Ante

Pairings: James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers

A tale in which Sam suspects he should be used to this by now, for values of 'this' that involve certain folks he hangs out with and situations he finds himself in, Team Cap becomes Team Ex-Cap becomes TBD, and nobody but Clint really wants to know what happened to Scott Lang's GI Joes. (Sam Wilson from the final scene to the mid-credits scene.)

The Glass Parade

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov

Steve thinks that he’s seen Natasha be at least three different people in the short time he’s known her, and he isn’t sure which one is real.

In which the most confusing part of the future is how much Steve has in common with Natasha, and the fact that she seems dead-set on being his friend.

Still Life

Steve Rogers and a very modern form of art therapy. (The one where Steve draws himself out of despair and into some notoriety when his cartoons hit the internet, but he's still not allowed to look at Tumblr without an okay from Pepper.)

Selective Service

The serum's given Steve a lot, but it hasn't taken anything away from him. Not even the things he never wanted in the first place.

I'm a Hustler, Baby

Steve Rogers has a talent for pool--and for making others believe he's terrible at it.

The Healing Properties of Felt-Tip Pens

Rapid healing has worked wonders on Steve Rogers' body, but occasionally it really screws with his head. In the aftermath of torture, Bruce Banner helps Steve to reconcile mind and body.

If I Die Before I Wake

It's his job, as their leader, to endure the sadistic focus of their captor, and that is the one thought that carries Steve through.

Even Gods Do

Captain America doesn't have a good relationship with sleep anymore. Also, he's not a toy.

Under My Skin

Written for a prompt on avengerkink: I want to see something where, for whatever reason, Steve's accelerated healing turns out to be a bad thing. Something where the faster healing is making things worse. I would prefer something other than the standard, super-healing allows for more torture without death. “He's lucky – to have the serum, to have you all.” Tony wasn't sure about that first part. When one faced death and destruction every day on the job, there were many advantages to having a healing factor...and a great many disadvantages as well.

A Glossary of the 21st Century

Pairings: pre-Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov

Steve's sick of not understanding what's going on, and the team are not all that helpful, so he starts keeping an illustrated notebook for further research. With the help of wiki, google and Logan he starts to settle in and find his place in the twenty-first century.

Blanket Gift Policy

“You didn’t,” Bucky said, with no real hope of being contradicted. Clint shrugged helplessly and passed him the large, soft bundle wrapped in shiny purple foil.

“Sorry.” Tony covered his eyes with one hand.

“I’m getting a migraine.”

“So,” Bruce said wearily, “counting Clint, me, Bucky, Tony, and Sam, that brings it up to five.”

“Excuse you, mine’s not a blanket,” Sam said. “Mine’s a slanket. Big difference.”

Bucky resisted the urge to throw the whole heap of parcels at Sam’s head. “Because it has sleeves? It’s still a blanket, Wilson. They’re all blankets. Even Thor’s direct-from-Asgard raven gift delivery was a cloak, which just means it’s a blanket with a strap. We all got Steve a goddamn blanket.”

One Tin Soldier

Written for a prompt at avengerkink: Because really, under any other circumstances, why would they follow him when he's some guy who's younger than the rest of them (time as a Capsicle aside), who goes around wearing that spangly outfit, who's not even used to the modern world? Why Steve Rogers, rather than a Norse god or the CEO of Stark Industries or anyone else?

“Love is for children,” she'd said, but respect knew no such bounds. The five times the Avengers accepted Steve as their leader, and the one time they followed without question.

and if there's life we'll see it

Steve is instantly taken with this idea of having the picture of the person calling you flash on your screen when they ring your cell.

Secure Your Own Oxygen Mask (Before Assisting Others)

Steve keeps going, because they need him. Being Captain America - having the serum - is a responsibility and a privilege he takes seriously, and he won't waste it by sitting around resting in the middle of a crisis. But then the work is over, and the original victims of the crisis aren't the only ones needing looking after.

Way of the Eagle

Clint introduces Steve to kung-fu movies. Things escalate quickly.

Walking Wounded

In the aftermath of the battle against the Chitauri, Steve's doing just fine. Until he's not. Fortunately, Thor is a perfect mother-hen, Tony makes decent back-up, JARVIS is a genius, and Soap Operas are life-changing. (Or, Post-Shawarma Feels.)

#steve rogers #fic rec #pro steve rogers #i guess i'll tag the ships #samsteve #thundershield

[irradiatedsnakes]

[ID: 7 drawings of monster!mechanisms designs. they are as follows: 1. a colored drawing of ivy alexandria that has been partially passed through the deep dream generator neural network, giving parts of the image a swirling, surreal appearance, often resembling eyes. 2. a digtal sketch of nastya as a ghost. her eyes are obscured by her glasses shine and she is covered in blue wisps, and dripping blue from her mouth and hands.  3. a digital sketch of drumbot brian as a centaur sitting down. his horse half is also mechanical and resembles a clydesdale. he also has horse-ish ears. 4. a sketchy bust of vampire marius. he looks smug, and looks to the side with a fanged smile. 5. digital sketch of partially-transformed werewolf gunpowder tim with doglike ears, claws, and a tail. he says "ok why did getting turned into that somehow give you a pitchfork." with a quizzical expression. 6. digital sketch of jonny d'ville as a devil or demon, with horns, pointy ears, cartoony wings, and a thin tail with a heart-shaped tip. he's holding a hellish pitchfork, looking confused and says "what? i already owned this.” 7. a traditional sketch of harpy/siren raphaella. she holds here feathery winged arms out, while her mechanical bat wings are unfurled behind her. her lower half is that of a bird. end ID]

ok ill post a couuuple. self indulgence machine go brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

ok so u know like back in the gravity falls fandom there was that really popular au called monster falls where everybody got turned into some sort of monster/mythological creature? i fucking love that scenario and have been making my own little “everybody gets cursed by a witch or something so now i get to draw these fun designs” aus for like everything i like (never did it w tma oddly enough? good inspo just never struck.) so here.......is..........this. not everybodys pictured here but go under the cut for a list of what everybody is plus some extra notes and stuff

lets just goooooo alphabetical order

ashes - OKAY HONESTLY STILL NOT 100% ON ASHES im THINKING half-dragon. yes i know i already went dragon for them in the furry au its just a good fit and also looks Cool, but also waiting out to see if i can think of anything better

brian - CENTAURRRR also again. yes. i know i went 4 horse for him in the furry au. its just good and has fun brian vibes. wanting to draw centaur brian was the thing that led to this au happening

ivy - ELDRITCH SOMETHIN OR OTHER...idk what youd call that exactly. but you get the gist. cosmic horror, eyes, unfathomable patterns and things. doing the deep dream stuff for her in that picture was very fun and im very happy w how it came out...definitely something to revisit in the future. not sure how i wanna draw her when...not doing a whole colored digital thing, but well cross that bridge when i can draw again

jonny - he’s. he’s a devil? a little demon guy? like. yeah. of course. this guy was fucking meant to have little wings horns and a cute little demon heart tail. he has somehow become MORE bastardly

marius - VAMPIRE MARIUS ONCE AGAIN HES JUST FUN. hes just fun and the aesthetic suits him. i cant wait to draw him in a fun little cape with one of those big dramatic collars you know the ones. vampire marius is of course @ alientoastt’s idea!!

nastya - BANSHEE...or ghost in general but there some banshee stuff i feel could be fun to integrate. apparently in some tellings banshees can turn into crows? i love that very much. but anyways hmm..some notes abt the design in thsi post shes not quite where i want her to be. this was done on that collab canvas the other day and like...was mostly noodling things out having fun, those flamey looking bits are a very nice motion very fun to do but NOT wwhat i want for ghostya. i want her to be more. drippy. very drowned person vibes. fire and upward-floating motif not what i want. but it was fun to draw. also i think theres some potential comedy in there with “person who predicts deaths” among crew who habitually murder each other

raphaella - SOMEWHERE BTWN HARPY & SIREN (the bird kind not the mermaid kind) very excited abt her. lots of fun potential poses here. doing her design was a bit tricky- sirens tend to be just like- big birds with human heads? but i didt wanna do just that that takes away too much of her design recognizbility yknow to Just have her head. so she has a people torso, bird from the waist down, plus her arms are wings. which means she has Two pairs of wings. which i for one think is incredibly fun like you remember in httyd2 valka’s dragon w the four wings? yeah. also avent figured what bird in particular shell be based on- for the ufrry au i went w african grey parrot but dont feel like that here. ill think on it

tim - WEREWOLF TIM DUH. DUH. also i think werewolves are especially funny in scenarios like thse cus like- okay everybody suddenly ahhh cursed ahh monster whatever. but then tims just there like. i mean i feel fine lol and u get to have the fun surprise of Oh Suddenly Werewolf. also the question of how exactly werewolves who change based on the moon function in a. spaceship. i like to think its entirely fucking random i think thats funny

TS - ANIMATED SUIT OF ARMOR!! I DONT HAVE MUCH MORE TO SAY ON THSI BUT I LOVE . THIS IDEA. and i will never draw it. because fuck drawing and designing armor oh my god

anyways i think thats??? all i have to say on this??? agdvjdkb. if you wanna talk about this at all (or if u wanna see more doodles...) im totally open to that. ill be real i get weirdly embarrassed about specifically this kind of au (like. monster stuff in general especially werewolf/vampire stuff i could not fucking tell you why. gotten better abt it over time though hey im actually postin this shit!) so im just happy i posted it afhcgvjdkvdg .

as for story type things like how. this happens. frankly i dont know thats not my forte. but the little bit of whatever ive got going on my head has the Terrific Trio of ivy marius & raphaella doing Research Science Whatever down on a planet somewhere get into contact with a Cursed Artifact or whatever the fuck and eventually get back to the aurora like. oh. uh. it happened to you guys too, huh. but thats like whatever honestly im not in it for the writing im here to draw fun centaur man etc.

if you made it to the bottom of this winding fucking ramble know that i love you. mwah. that was fun to write out i like thought barfing about stuff like maybe 3 people will care about

#art #mechanisms #no tags i dont think djgvdhbkdhbd #1 #2 #the mechanisms #ok im gong to hit post . ok #scopophobia

[marktuansvevo]

got7 reacts to something theyve never experienced before in a relationship

warning(s); slight cursing, sexual content in bam’s part

mark; being jealous

mark understood why his past partners could be jealous of him in his line of work. as long as it didn’t get out of hand, he thought it was cute. he was never the jealous one in the relationship. he didn’t even know what jealousy felt like....

....until tonight.

you were mark’s entire world. you excited him, you built him up like no other. never before could he see himself spending his life with someone before you came along. you made the world brighter to him.

but now he was only seeing red. 

you had been a trainee and never debuted, which you weren’t too upset about, you had a boyfriend you loved and a career with less physical and time demands than being in the entertainment industry. this meant that you knew a lot of other bands, stray kids being one of them. chan was, quite frankly, your best friend during your trainee days, so when you saw him at this afterparty you were attending with mark, you threw yourself into his arms.

mark just watched you from afar.

and his blood boiled.

chan spun you around in his arms, the biggest smile on his stupid, handsome face. “yah!! y/n! mark didn’t say you’d be here.”

you giggled, trying to keep your tears at bay. you put your hands on his face, poking his dimples. mark scoffed at the blush that was forming on his friend’s face. “god, chan i missed you so much.”

“bro, you look constipated,” bam snuck up behind him. “dude, your face is so red right now.”

mark rolled his eyes. “these parties are so annoying.” he didn’t take his eyes off of you as you caught up with chan, who still had his hand around your waist.

bam followed his line of vision. “shit, you’re not constipated, you’re jealous. yugyeom, come look at him!”

mark walked away from his intoxicated friends and up to you. you smiled at him before returning to your conversation with chan. 

“y/n, we have to go,” mark said lowly, smiling a sickly fake smile at chan, who immediately dropped his hand from your waist. 

“why, baby, we just got here? are you not feeling good?” you asked. he wanted to feel bad, your voice was laced with concern.

“something like that. see you, chan.”

as you got in the car, you smiled at him, poking his cheek. “somebody’s jealous, huh?”

“huh? of chan? i don’t know what you’re talking about,” he clenched his jaw, not making eye contact with you as he steered his car out of the parking lot. you were giggling now.

“you’re cute when you’re jealous. maybe i should make more time for chan.”

“y/n!!!”

jaebeom; wearing disguises in public

jaebeom never thought he would have to dress up in a disguise to go out in public. and jae would never want to put you in such a position. it was draining, and you, as his girlfriend knew that he despised it.

but you wanted to go to a concert with him.

and you wanted to stand in the pit with him and be part of it. don’t get you wrong, you loved when he bought you suite seats or could watch his shows from backstage, but you wanted to sway to ariana grande in th pit with your boyfriend.

“cmon, jae, i think everyone is going to be paying attention to ari. we can skip the opening act?” you suggested.

“y/n, i don’t want to take a chance...im sorry,” he pouted at you. you sighed, trying to figure out what to do.

“what about disguises?” he said. “like, we could wear our halloween costumes?” you were giggling to yourself, but your boyfriend seemed like the idea.

“i could wear my jesus wig and you could paint a beard on me?” he said with serious eyes.

“jae, you hate going out in disguises.”

“true...but, babe, this will be fun. you could wear your sailor mars wig, it’d be cute,”

okay, this was a really cute idea and you were warming up to it...if it made your boyfriend more comfortable to be out in a crowd of so many people, you were down to try it out.

“this really feels like halloween in july,” you giggled as you used mascara to draw a beard on his chin.

“do I look like jesus??” he asked childishly.

“well, you don’t look like im jaebeom of got7, that’s for sure,”

“you look like an egirl,” he laughed at himself. “don’t hate, you know you love it,” you said. “we look so cute, let’s take a mirror selfie and post in later,”

“no, then people will be on to us,” your boyfriend sent a pout in your direction as he looked at his makeshift beard in the mirror. “I look sexy as fuck in a beard,”

“super sexy aegyo please?”

the two of you arrived at the arena, not be noticed by anyone, but jae was still on edge, so you held his hand tight as you made your way into the pit.

“im so excited!!” you shouted over the noise. he shook his head before leaning in to kiss you. the two of you danced the whole night away to arianas crooning, his arms around you as you swayed to her pretty, soothing voice. the two of you let the world fade away while ariana sang honeymoon ave in the background.

jackson; his significant other saying ily first.

it was no secret that jackson was stock full of love and kindness. he had had other partners before you, all with him ending up getting too attached, or scaring them away when he said “I love you” too early.

he did not want to scare you away, and honestly, he had known he loved you two months into dating, but he didn’t want to scare you away, so he never outwardly said those three little words to you.

he wasn’t expecting you to say it, first though.

you had invited him over for dinner and a movie, just wanting a chill night in with your boyfriend. he brought the wine and promised to give you a back massage, so really, what more could you want on this chilly thursday night?

“what’s been going on, honey? you know you can tell me anything,” jackson whispered into your ear as he helped you out of your clothes.

“I feel like I deserve to oversee my department at work. i have the most education of all of them, more experience than them, and generally, I am more optimistic than my superiors….,” you sighed, letting him rub just under your shoulder blades, which had been itching all week.

“mmm?”

“i think they might be scared of powerful women who like to wear hot pink fendi suits to work,” you smiled, knowing he would be offended at your joke. you could almost feel him pouting.

“so the reason you can’t get the job is because your superiors don’t like the suits your boyfriend buys you? wow, what a way to hurt a guy’s pride…,” he followed your lead on the joke, trying to make you laugh because he knew this was really getting to you. “baby, I think you should go to their boss and see if you can get a promotion…tell them everything you told me, okay? i know you’re not only the best woman for the job, but the best person for the job…period,” he said, making you feel so overwhelmed with emotion. none of your previous partners had ever revered you the way jackson had. you felt so incredibly blessed and in love, you couldn’t help yourself.

“god, jackson, I love you so much,” you whispered.

the movement of his soft hands on your back stopped abruptly at your words. ‘oh god, was it too early to say that?’

“j-jackson…im sorry-“

“ive been waiting to say that to you,” he breathed against your lips, closing the distance that was between them.

“jackson wang….you love me?” you could feel the tears building. the man of your dreams was in love with you, too.

“i love you,” he whispered reverently.

“say it again,” you begged. he said it like a mantra.

“i love you, i love you….i love you..”

jinyoung; moving in together

jinyoung thought you were so cute. you were ecstatic to move with jinyoung. you had been living in your shared apartment with your mom your whole life and we’re excited to start a new chapter of your life. jinyoung didn’t think you were taking in the fact that moving is one of the most stressful things a person can go through.

he didn’t want to rain on your parade, though.

the two of you got settled into your new apartment after a long day of unpacking. jinyoung kissed you as you laid onto your new king sized bed. “im gonna grab takeout, you want your usual?” he asked sweetly, squeezing your hand. you just nodded, squeezing his hand back.

you watched as jinyoung walked out of your shared bedroom. that’s when the dam broke. you were so overwhelmed. you didn’t know how to make warm water happen in your shower, you didn’t have your wifi set up, and you forgot your favorite teddy bear at your moms. you missed teddy and your wifi and your mom.

“hey, i ordered you two egg rolls and they gave us three - hey, baby, are you crying?”

“no,” you replied lamely. “I miss teddy,” you wailed miserably.

“teddy...the...stuffed bear?” he asked.

“i slept with him every night for the past 20 something years.”

“baby...we can get your bear in the morning...,”

“we don’t have netflix set up so how am i supposed to sleep tonight?”

“y/n...,” he chuckled. you frowned harder now that he was laughing at you. “moving isn’t as exciting as it looks. tomorrow, we will fix the wifi, okay? and we can visit your mom and rescue teddy.”

“okay...okay. im sorry, im just a bit overwhelmed,” you confessed.

“its gonna be okay, honey. it’s a lot to take in, i know. but you can hold me instead of teddy, and ill sing you to sleep,” he whispered, the takeout now long forgotten. before you could fall asleep, he pulled his iphone out of his back pocket and pulled you into his chest to take a selfie. “there. now we have a picture of us in our bed for the first time.”

“i love you, you sap.”

even though you called him the sap, the next day you went to the pharmacy to get the photo printed and frame it. when jinyoung came home from the market that day, he eyed the frame on your bed stand, smirking at you.

“oh, so im the sap, hmm?”

youngjae; picking up the tab

it was the first date the two of you had been on since youngjae had been on tour. he told you to get dressed up and that the two of you would go out for a fancy dinner and catch up on everything. this is why you loved him, because while you wanted to hear all about his stories of life and tour abroad, he always wanted to hear about everything that was going at home, to see if you were alright.

youngjae looked dazzling in a black checked suit, while you matched him with a little black dress that made him groan when you stepped out of the bathroom. “can we skip dinner?” he’d ask cheekily. you rolled your eyes at him before kissing him on the cheek. “we aren’t skipping dinner, and we definitely won’t be skipping dessert,” you winked before leading him to the car.

the two of you ate dinner together, him holding your hand and looking at you with stars in his eyes as you told him stories that had happened while he was away. you ordered appetizers, drinks, shared an entrée, and youngjae even ordered you a slice of apple pie for the two of you to share.

“baby, I’m going to go use the restroom,” youngjae said before kissing your hand. “’kay, don’t get mugged, please,” you teased him. he shook his head at your playfulness. you watched as he left before frantically waving your arms at your waitress. she ran over to you, checking if you were alright.

“I just wanted to wonder if I can pick up the cheque really quick? I wanted to pick it up for my boyfriend as a surprise,” you spoke in a hushed tone, making the waitress giggle. she nodded her head before handing it to her. you handed her your credit card, thanking her before your boyfriend had any suspicions of what you were up to.

youngjae came out of the bathroom as soon as the waitress set the cheque down. you were applying your lipstick so you couldn’t snatch it in time. you watched as his pretty brown eyes scanned the receipt, looking confused as ever. “is this a joke? what kind of waitress lets the girlfriend pay?”

“jae,” you giggled. “you don’t always have to pay for dinner. I wanted to treat you…I missed you so much,” you confided, watching his expression from anger into warmth.

“oh, thank you honey, you are so sweet and thoughtful, I love you so much,” you let him wrap his suit jacket around your arms before planting a kiss to your forehead. “but that will be the last time you ever do that.”

“shut up, i like doing nice things for you,” you pouted.

“since you paid for dinner tonight, i have to put out, right?”

he ran to the car before you could slap him in the chest.

bam; his s/o borrowing his clothes

remember how joey never shared his food? well that’s how bam was with his wardrobe. he was very particular about his clothing, not letting people borrow them at all. yugyeom used to steal his clothes just to be petty and piss his best friend off. he had never let past partners borrow his clothes, and nothing was going to change, it wasn’t his fault, it was an obsession. if you were sure of one thing, it was to not steal your boyfriends clothes.

but one day, while he was gone from work, you thought you would take pictures of yourself in only one of his blazers to tease him.

you weren’t expecting him to walk through the door while you were trying to take self timer pictures of yourself.

“baby? what are you doing?” bam asked, laughing as you let out a squeal of surprise.

“i..i wanted to surprise you...,” he tsked, pulling away to look at his blazer. “i know you don’t like me wearing your things..,” you stammered as he circled you.

“you have such pretty things, though, bam,”

“you look so sexy in this,” he purred. “you were trying to get me worked up while im trying to work?”

“u...uhhh,” you couldn’t think coherently with you boyfriend acting so domineering. you gasped as he slid his hand up to your cunt, rubbing your clit in little circles. “bam...please...,” you groaned. 

“keep the blazer on,” he said as you writhed in his grip.

“its gonna get all sweaty though and then you’ll yell at me,” you teased him as you followed him to the bed. 

bam just groaned. “baby, im sorry I haven’t let you borrow my clothes before but you look better in them than me. now, let me fuck you and i promise you can have anything you want in that closet.”

he knew exactly how to shut you up.

yugyeom; his s/o buying him flowers

yugyeom was always so stressed during comeback season. you always scolded him when he forgot to eat, or wasn’t staying hydrated enough, but you were so proud of him. seeing the smile on his face and the way he walked a little taller was so worth it.

he was still busy during comeback season, coming home late after all the videos he had to shoot for publicity.

one night, yugyeom had gotten home around midnight to a bouquet of pink roses and a handwritten note from you. it read; “I am so proud of you, my love. congrats on breath… I can always feel your love,” he blushed and giggled to himself, thinking, “isn’t the guy supposed to buy the girlfriend the flowers?” he wandered into your shared bedroom to see you sprawled into his side, with your book in your hands, a soft snore leaving your lips. he nudged you, not intending to wake you up, he could thank you in the morning. but he did accidentally. “yeom?” you whispered. 

“shh, baby go back to sleep,” he shushed, changing into his pjs. 

“did you like the flowers?” you asked, suddenly awake now. 

“theyre really pretty, baby, but aren’t I supposed to buy you the flowers?” 

you narrowed your eyes at him. “not my boyfriend being a sexist,” 

“yah! y/n stop it, I didn’t mean it that way!! I love them, you remembered I said I love roses,” he was pouting now, pulling you into his chest to spoon you. his voice got quieter now. “no one’s ever remembered my favorite flowers…much less bought them for me,” he paused, kissing the back of your neck before closing his eyes and falling fast asleep.

he was whipped.

#got7 #got7 scenarios #got7 reactions #got7 preferences #got7 writing #got7 imagines #park jinyoung #mark tuan #choi youngjae #kim yugyeom #bambam #jackson wang #im jaebeom #got7 writings

[chosenimagines]

Seizure (Dr Spencer Reid)

Universe: Criminal Minds Summary: Reader (named Lola) gets taken out of college for an interrogation but gets a seizure when seeing the crime scene on pictures

Warnings: Seizure, mental illness, panic attack

Language: English Request: yes/no Requests [Open] A/N: Seizure plays before Trash talk! This one shot/imagine can be found as well on my wattpad^^

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The confident Clatter which was going through the hallway outside made me smaller and smaller in my chair. I knew that I haven't done anything, but this situation was too much for me. I have been dragged out of my seminar from several FBI-agents and now I am sitting a small room which I've seen in different tv-shows. I was sitting in an interrogation room. 

Smoke had to come out of my ears because of all the thinking I did. I could not figure out why I was broad here. What could I have done to pull the FBI into my direction? I couldn't even go across the street when the traffic light was showing red! There was nothing I could have done to draw the attention of a state authority to myself. I was nothing more than a simple and overwhelmed law student. Suddenly the door opened and a brunette woman with emotion-loaded eyes and a stiff posture entered the room. She seemed to fight an aversion inside of her. The woman tried hard to cover it up. In my opinion she didn't do a good job covering up her emotions. I felt sorry for her. "Agent Elle Greenaway!", she introduced herself and slowly took a seat infront of me. Agent Greenaway put a file on the desk. "Ms Cinder-" "Lola please.", I mumbled. I didn't expecte that she heard what I've said. "Okay! Lola, you were broad here to talk about the homicide of Jasper Oram.", Agent Greenaway began to talk. I saw her expectantly look in her eyes when I lifted my head for the trickle of a moment. I couldn't keep looking into her eyes. The crushing silence between us was tactile. I digged my fingers into the lower part of my oversized hoodie. My heart was beating heavily and painfully against my chest. My shaking hands felt weak. All in all, I didn't feel good. My only hope was that I could go home soon. "Did you know Jasper Oram?" Rashly I shook my head. The name didn't ring a bell. No face popped up in my head. In silence I told his family and friends that I am sorry for their loss. Even though I felt sorry I didn't get what my humble self had to do with this homicide. "In the room of our victim we found pictures of you. Can you explain how these got there?" Agent Greenaway pulled out three pictures the size of a normal sheet of paper and placed them right infront of me. The photographs were all showing me. I coughed in shock. Why did a stranger have pictures of me in his room? Especially those pictures! Those couldn't be found on my social media. The first photo showed a scene from last year when I have been in the hospital. My doctor, Dory Green, was checking up on me. I remembered that moment clearly and in detail. I had one of my seizures before because I've been scared of one of the doctors. The second photograph showed me looking in astonishment at my phone. There was a date written on the paper. December 09th 2018 On that day my last boyfriend broke up with me. He had sent me a message over WhatsApp that I was too much for him. He texted me how I freak him out when I have one of my seizures. He wanted a normal girl that he could introduce to his parents without being afraid of her having a seizure. He didn't want to explain to his parents why I have what I have if I have a seizure. My weird issue and I would be locked up the next day anyways. The doctors would take care of me so I wouldn't have to do it. After this text I couldn't reach out to him anymore and I haven't seen him again. Without the date the picture wouldn't have been so intimate. But the previous ones were nothing compared to the last. My right hand laid on throat. My left hand pulled away the collar of my black dress. I was kneeling with tears in my eyes on the ground. The desperate and panicked look on my face made clear what situation was portrayed here. I was having a seizure. In the background I recognized my High School which meant this picture was one year old. "I don't know!" "You want to tell me that you can't explain how these pictures got into the victim's room or why he wrote with his own blood 'It was Lola Cinder!" on the floor the seconde before he died?!" Agent Greenaway was now standing. She banged on the table when she said 'died'. I flinched. The tears which hit my eyes were running down my cheeks. "I don't know anything. I've never met the victim!", I mumbled. Agent Greenaway starred me into the ground. Again, she pulled pictures out of her file and threw them on the desk. "Look closely at victim and tell me again that you have nothing to do with this!", the angry agent demanded. A short look and it was over for me. The blood caused a certain tightness inside of my chest. Suddenly I felt like somebody wrapped their hands around my throat and choked me brutally. A rattle escaped my throat, before I tried to reach for air hiccoughing and slipped of the chair. I crouched on the floor with my back pressed against the wall. Underneath an arduous effort I tried to focus on my breathing. But I still had the crime scene infront of my mind's eye and the scene didn't disappear. The imaginary hands tightened, and the hiccupping gasping was getting more. My breath went faster, shorter and heavier. I wasn't able to use any of my calming exercises because my thoughts only circled around the current happenings. No matter what I did it didn't leave my head. Through my panic I observed how the door crashed against the wall with a loud sound. Suddenly a young man knelt infront of me. "My name is Dr Spencer Reid. But Spencer will do for the moment!", he introduced himself. I wanted to answer but my seizure didn't give me a chance. The attempt to talk made the pain in my chest even worse. "Lola, if you can understand me just nod shortly." In a hefty motion I nodded. "Great! Now listen to me." Spencer's voice was pleasantly soft and calm. "I am now carefully taking your hands off of your throat. Okay?" Again, I nodded. I felt cool hands on mine which embraced my fingers and softly took them of my throat and hood. "I am going to hold your hands the entire time until this over. If you are okay with this squeeze my hands." I did what Dr Reid told me. "Spencer, I can't breathe!", I pressed out between my gasps and squinted my eyes. "I know.", he replied calmly. "But I know how to help you!" I squeezed his hands again as a sign to show him that I understood. "Look at me, Lola." "I can't!" My voice sounded strident, panicking and halting. The hiccoughing got worse. I felt dizzy! "You can do it! It is not hard. Open your eyes! You can do this. You are not alone!" I opened my eyes with a flutter. Splashes of colour danced before my eyes. The world didn't get focused. "Wonderful!", Dr Reid praised me. "Now look me in the eyes." I lifted my head and looked at him. "Okay. You are doing great. Now we are breathing together. Can you do that?" Again I wasn't able to speak. So I put pressure to Spencer's hand as an answer. "Take a breath!", Spencer demanded and demonstrated how to do it accompanied by a loud breathing sound. My attempt to mimic his action ended up in three gasps. "You are doing great! Now breath out." Along with him I left the air escape my lungs. Dr Reid breathed out in one go and I did in three separated strokes. We repeated this several time and the gasping and coughing blend into heavy breathing. At least I was able to talk again even tough it sounded breathless if I was being honest. "Okay. Let's play again. I say a word and you use the last letter to say a new wort." Another squeeze. "Victimology-research!" "Ho- Ho- hospital.", I coughed. "Leprechaun!" "Nostrils." "Sample." "Echo." "Occasion." "Nabal-trio!" "That is really creative!", Dr Reid laugh. I joined him laughing. Suddenly I noticed that I could breathe normal again. "I don't know how to thank you, Dr Reid!" He smiled sheepishly. "You can keep calling me Spencer." "You can stick with Lola for me as well.", I said and pushed my hair back looking as sheepish as Spencer. "Are you able to answer a few questions?", Spencer wanted to know. I felt how all blood left my face. "Stay calm! I won't show you the crime scene again." I swallowed hard. "Okay." I whispered. Spencer continued the interrogation under the hawk eyes of Agent Greenaway.

#criminal minds #criminal minds one shots #dr spencer reid #dr spencer reid imagine #dr spencer reid x reader #oc #original character #spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds fluff

[hooterhorror]

Hi lovely, could I get a slasher matchup? <3

I’m a 20 year old female, and my pronouns are she/her/they/them. I’m 5’6, decently fit, I have blue eyes, and shoulder length green hair with an undercut (although the color is always changing!) I have a couple tattoos and plan to get more soon. I tend to gravitate toward more 70’s-ish styles, but love to bum it in oversized sweatshirts too.

I’m the definition of crazy cat lady and could talk for hours about my beloved kitties. I also love to talk about ghosts/paranormal stuff and Cryptids (especially Mothman). My hobbies include baking, Irish dance, and drawing.

I’m very shy when I first meet people, but when I grow comfortable with them i can be very loud and a bit weird, but I’m always a loyal friend. My humor is absolutely broken. You could show me a video of a cheeseburger with a bass boosted fart in the background and I would be in tears. I basically have the humor of a 12 year old. I also tend to randomly quote TikToks a lot, like “oh no… our table… it’s broken!”

Although I’m a very fun person and try to be cheerful, I do have a few medical issues that really take a toll on me; such as my psoriasis, tachycardia, anemia, and IBS. I’m cold 24/7 no matter how warm it is and will steal all the blankets. When I’m having really bad flare ups I’m a mess and can’t get out of bed by myself due to the pain and discomfort. I try not to let it get the best of me but, when flare ups happen the best way to make myself feel better is to curl up under the blankets and watch movies all day with my cats.

hi there! ty for sending this in :33 I have POTS myself so I understand the struggle with a shitty heart :") chronically ill gang ✊

Billy Loomis.

In a way, your bad humor reminds him of Stu and at first he's rolling his eyes as the two of you laugh your asses off... so annoying.

but oh how you grow on him.

he loves your hair, first of all. He's always doing a double take at the new colours and furrowing his brows like: "didn't you just change it?? why's it green now??" but he's always supportive and insists any colour looks good on you!

if you go bright red he's gonna lose his MIND. it's his favorite era for your hair xp

and he'll help you reshave the underside for you, especially when it's growing out but you're in pain for whatever reason or just unable to do it yourself. Billy is very understanding of your conditions and probably researches on his own time so you don't have to tell him everything- he figures that's annoying.

He'll be grinning ear to ear at the sight of your tats if he ever gets a good view of them. He'll probably take a stroll through Pinterest looking at some he thinks would look good on you

"Billy, I'm not looking to get another tattoo right now."

"I know but look at this one- it references an old horror film-"

he'd say he'd never get one himself but you catch him downloading some pictures of sleeves he thinks are hella badass. pls push him to get at least one, he'll listen to you and LOVE IT

he might be squeezing your hand real tight through it though. like he's been stabbed but he didn't really have to sit still and get stabbed over and over though....

he sends you funny tiktoks now. I said it. he gets the same shitty humor as you but hides it real well.

if you reference one you both crack up over around anyone else like "Oh no... our table! it's broken!" he'll glare at you so hard

are you trying to ruin his bad boy cover???

no need to steal any blankets, as soon as you mention that yours having some kind of flareup Billy is pulling out as many as he can find and blasting the room heater so you don't freeze. he worries about you a lot, though silently.

"you feeling alright today, babe? yesterday was pretty bad for you."

he doesn't mind helping you, but he also doesn't want you to feel babied. he'll help when you need him too and ask if you're clearly suffering but not asking for his assistance. just to be sure.

need a certain kind of pain killer while he's out shopping? he's searching high and low for you, pumpkin.

he'll watch movies with you, specifically putting on spooky but funny ones for you both.

he loves horror but rolls his eyes at common ghost stories

I fully believe he's scared shitless of any paranormal happenings, even if it ends up just being Stu pulling some kinda prank.

you swear the last time that happened Stu almost lost his head

but also Billy screamed like a tiny child and held onto you so tightly when the lights went out after they flickered.

Stu and you thought it was hilarious though

Stu proposes the idea that you all go cryptid hunting

sometimes you wonder if you're dating both Stu and Billy

#slashers #slasher #fluff #slasher x reader #🗝️—tunas matchups. #billy loomis #scream #scream movie #scream 2 #scream 3 #billy loomis x you #billy loomis x reader #slasher x you #matchup #matchups #slasher matchups

[outerspacesteve]

headcanon #10: steve and bucky’s notebook

[TFATWS EP. 3 SPOILERS]

So... Bucky is using Steve’s notebook, leave me alone to cry, please :’)

Imagine Steve giving him the notebook after Endgame, because there’s finally some peace and quiet, so he suggests to Bucky that he catch up on some of the things he missed since WW2.

And later, when Bucky is flicking through the pages, he stumbles across a note:

“Buck,

If you ever need grounding, if you ever need reminding of who you are, just come here. I know this is an awful thing to think, and that everything you went through was horrific, and I can’t even begin to imagine what it was like, but I’m glad we got to see each other again. 

When I woke from the ice and ran into Times Square, I remember the first thing I thought. It wasn’t confusion, it wasn’t shock or anything like that, no, it was “Bucky would’ve loved this.” It was like something straight out of those sci-fi books you used to read. So, in that sense, I’m happy that you get to see it, that you now have the time, and the peace, to explore.

It’s bittersweet in a sense - they got rid of the old laundromat that was down the road from your ma’s, and the grocery, where you used to sneak some extra food from when Mrs Smith wasn’t looking, that’s gone, too. They replaced it with some modern hipster café thing, I don’t really know, I only went there once. I wouldn’t recommend it though, the coffee wasn’t great. 

But he parks are still fairly similar. I never did find out whether our old apartment was still standing. I didn’t really want to know; felt like finding out they’d replaced it would be like cutting one of the last threads tying me to you, and our old life. 

But I got you back. Can you believe that? You were sent to hell and back, countless times, and yet we still found out way back to each other. That’s some next-level destiny shit, Buck.

You were the one person who always knew me. The real me, not the Captain America bullshit. Just plain old Steve Rogers, the little scrawny kid who you had to constantly check back alleys for, any time you were somewhere without me. You never did care for the whole stars-and-stripes façade, and for that I’m thankful. 

I could write pages and pages of things I’m grateful for, or memories that I treasure, but bottom line is, you were everything to me, Bucky, you are everything to me. I’m not sure what I would’ve done without you. You’re worth so much more than you give yourself credit for. You managed to save my sorry ass more times than I can count. And no matter how many times I told you that I could get by on my own, or that I had them on the ropes, you said you knew, but you stayed anyway. 

Remember in ‘37, and winter had just begun, and I had come down with another bout of pneumonia? It was the first time I was bedridden for weeks on end since my ma died. I remember you doing everything you possibly could to help. Of course I was the most uncooperative son of a bitch on the planet.

I must have been a pain in the ass; coughing all night so you hardly slept a wink and would be dead on your feet the next day at work, being too stubborn to let you help me cool down or warm up, refusing any of the soup you would make me. But none of that ever made you leave my side.

I remember, whenever you weren’t fussing over me, or telling me, “Steve, I swear to god, drink this soup or I’m going to force-feed it to you,” you would be telling me about this new book you’d seen in the shop window on your way to the docks. 

You said it was called The Hobbit. You said it was an adventure book, about a group of dwarves searching for some dragon-guarded treasure. You practically had the blurb memorised! You couldn’t afford to buy it, what with me out of a job, and you spending all your money on food and medicine, but you went to the bookshop every day, just to look at it. You said you tried to read a few pages each time you went, but that Mr Robinson soon caught on and threatened to ban you from the store the next time you left without buying anything. You even checked the library, but it was a new book and they didn’t have it there, either.

You didn’t let me get a new job that winter, said it was better not to risk getting ill again, and that we would be able to figure anything else out. Obviously, I put up a fight, but eventually, you managed to convince me. I did take up a few art commissions, though. And I managed to scrape together enough money to buy you the book for Christmas.

I remember the way your face lit up. Even though our apartment was freezing, and our Christmas tree was tiny, and dying, and all kinds of pathetic, none of that mattered. I was just glad to see you so happy after all the stress that I’d put you through over the last few months. You said you didn’t mind, and you gave me the tightest hug, and said that your present looked kind of meagre compared to the book. It wasn’t, but even if it was, I would have loved it anyway, because it was from you.

You devoured that book within days. I don’t think I ever saw it more than a few feet away from you. The pages yellowed, became worn and thin, the cover faded and creased, but you still carried it around as though it was your prize possession. I was secretly so happy that it was me who had put that smile on your face.

And then the following spring, when I was once again ill and bed-ridden, you would sit by my bedside, and read The Hobbit to me. Even through my fever-induced haze, I could tell how much you loved the book - it shone through into your voice, into the small smile you’d wear when we got to your favourite parts. I don’t remember much of the storyline, but I do remember you. I think I paid more attention to you than to the book itself.

They wrote sequels, you know? And there’s movies now, too. I never did get around to reading or watching them, though. I couldn’t bring myself to do it without you. Felt like that was something I should be doing with you. You should watch them, sometime. Sam says they’re good.

Anyway, I love you, Bucky. Never forget that. None of it was ever your fault, it wasn’t you. But you’re free now, free to do whatever you want, free to be whoever you want to be. And if you don’t believe that, then believe me, at least until you can believe it for yourself. 

Thank you, Bucky. Truly. For everything.

Love, Steve”

And on every few pages, randomly spread throughout the notebook, there’s a little drawing or doodle that Steve has done. Sometimes they’re drawings of memories shared between him and Bucky, sometimes they’re things Steve thinks Bucky would like, and sometimes they’re just completely random things that he felt like drawing. There’s even a cartoon drawing of Sam doing something stupid, and Natasha just stood off to the side, rolling her eyes. 

Bucky loves all of them. But the one he likes best is the drawing of him and Steve on the bench at Coney Island, sat shoulder to shoulder, mouths covered in ice cream, and massive grins on both of their faces.

On the bad days, when his head is too loud and he can’t seem to quiet it, he’ll open the notebook. Sometimes he reads the letter, sometimes he just looks at the pictures. Usually, though, Bucky will open the notebook to one of the lists Steve had written when he came out of the ice, and he’ll watch something that Steve had already crossed out, signifying that he had watched it.

He would imagine what Steve’s reaction to the film or show may be, and what Steve might have thought of it. And sometimes, it really does feel like Steve is right there watching with him.

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