#// hope it's alright

[ghosttalksalot]

I low key stalked most your spideypool stuff cause chefs kiss*

Thoughts on hypermobile Peter Parker (cause self projecting) and Wade just going wtf. Or flare ups cause yummy angst and vulnerability

youre so sweet im glad you like my nonsense <3

i think the disabling aspects of mutations/powers are super interesting and as someone with hypermobility... lets do this

**ghost from the future: you said angst but i got fluffy on us. my bad. also i wrote more than i meant to, buckle in**

so peter, before the bite, wasnt abnormally flexible. sure, he was usually able to reach into weird places but nothing crazy. after the bite though, things got different. if a villian managed to get close enough to lay hands on him, sometimes theyd bend him trying to break him and it just... wouldnt happen, and their surprise was enough for him to get his comfortable fighting distance again.

and when he flips around midair its hard to tell when he bends a little odd or stretches in a way someones not supposed to, hes moving so fast and up so high.

here and there his shoulder pops out mid fight and onlookers are jaw-dropped horrified cover-the-childrens-eyes but he just clicks it right back in fast as he can and gets back to it. sure, its not comfortable, it goddamn hurts, but when you're superhero-ing you feel a whole lot worse, and its honestly lucky, he'd be incapacitated a lot more if it werent for all this

for deadpool, dislocations are not a super big deal, but for a very different reason. he knows theyll fix themselves. so when he first sees spideys joint decidedly not in the right place he definitely flips a bit. before he can offer to relocate it (he mostly kinda knows how by now) its back and spidey is back on the task at hand while wades still sorta processing for a sec. anyone else would definitely have needed help fixing that. he just files that away for later, have to finish up this thing theyre doing

then, you know, after theyve become more familiar and spidey comes over to wades apartment, sometimes wade is just completely caught off guard by the positions spidey manages to get comfortable in.

"you're just. fine? with your leg like that?"

"huh?"

its not even something of note to spidey tho, hes completely chill with it by now.

the first time peter crashes on wades couch, it's not ideal. he's just... exhausted. it feels like he's pulled just about everything he could have pulled in his bodies during tonights patrol, and he knew, he knew he shouldve stayed home tonight, but he didn't.

and wade can't quite figure out what about tonight is so bad. it's been nothing too out of the ordinary for any busy night, but he's half afraid he's going to have to carry spidey the rest of the way. (after he ends up agreeing to go to wades because it's closer) the way spideys moving is freaking him out.

wades wracking his brain as he opens up the (actually really comfortable) futon, trying to work out what was different about tonight. when spidey curls up on the futon he just groans and is breathing heavily, audible through the mask.

"is something... broken? did i miss that?"

spidey shakes his head. wade looks over him again, no blood or visible wounds. wade goes off to get him a small variety of options- tshirt, hoodie, sweatpants, shorts, whatever he can find to make sure spidey can pick something comfortable for himself. he leaves them on the coffee table for when spidey can move.

"painkillers? ....alcohol?"

"no, wade, just... nothing. nothing is going to help"

it looks like spidey can hardly move as he sits up to eye the clothing pile, and wade might be more concerned before.

peter can hardly think straight and just hopes he doesn't feel stuck on this stupid couch-bed for the next week. when wade gives him privacy to change he has to call him back to ask for help getting the damn hoodie over his head, like this isn't bad enough and he wants to explode.

when peter wakes up hes got a blanket thrown over him and wade is burning pancakes as quietly as wade is capable of doing anything. he still can hardly move without feeling the searing pain but his head feels a little clearer.

when wade notices hes awake and brings over a small plate, he speaks lower than usual, as if talking too loud would hurt peter, and it's endearing. peter rolls up his mask and feeds himself slowly, to try to not make his shoulders feel worse. he tries to explain himself, but it comes out clunky

there are better days and worse days, if he bends more than usual it might hurt more than usual. certain things that would hurt others dont hurt but sometimes everything hurts more than he can explain.

wade silently wonders if spideys multi-day absences wers due to this, and makes a note to do research. he wants to be able to help spidey out.

the next few times peter pushes it and ends up on wades couch, flaring up and having made it worse, wade is more prepared each time. at first peter is confused, and wonders how adaptive wade really is, but when he hears wade muttering symptoms and potential solutions under his breath, he realizes wades learning. for him.

wade is taking mental notes of what applies, what doesnt, what helps, and what doesnt, and is figuring out what to do in these situations.

he tries to learn how spidey balances the worse times with the hero business and eventually, peter comes to rely on him, even when flares dont connect with superhero business. he learns he can take a cab and just show up and wade will help him out. he learns about the compassionate side of wade, and eventually wade comes over to his instead. he shoots wade a text and knows he'll be there within 20 minutes to make sure peter has everything he needs and dinner is taken care of.

their relationship deepens as peter learns not only that he needs help sometimes, but that he can trust wade to be the person to help him. when things develop, peter finds himself to be not nearly as nervous as he would have expected, because he already trusts wade so thoroughly with his most vulnerable moments that it comes naturally

trusting wade is nothing new, both in patrolling and in his most personal moments, and he knows wade is so much more than what everyone thinks because hes seen it since before wade had any reason to help him. and sometimes as he watches wade wreck his kitchen with an attempt at cooking (that wade will clean up himself too) he thinks about how the first time he crashed on wades couch, in agony, wade had no reason to let him stay, or to do as much as he did. wade could have taken off his mask or anything that day, and didnt.

the day peter takes off his mask in front of wade, he isnt thinking of everything that could go wrong. hes thinking of wade's careful back rubs, slow shoulder massages, and things wade said when he thought peter was sleeping. the wade only peter got to see, the wade who would get to meet peter.

[leaving it here because this is a lot for an ask prompt lolol, might add more at some point ^^]

[star-trek-fandom-confessions]

Confession #142

"Seeing and reading all this drama between Klingon noble houses I can't help thinking they'd work really well as a Dune AU with the TNG/DS9 style Klingons being the Atreides, the DISCO style Klingons as the Harkonnens, and the TOS style Klingons as the Corrinos. The Klingon version of the Bene Gesserit would be some priestesses of Boreth and the pre-Surak era Vulcans would be the Fremen. Also, just imagine Klingon Muad'Dib and his "glorious" mate who is a Vulcan version of Chani whom he describes as "fierce as a sabre bear.""

[slytherindisaster]

web weaving: lizion + sun & moon

for @lifeofkaze

love says it all by corey smith / sun to me by zach bryan / kick ass (2010) / bright by echosmith / e. e. cummings / sun and moon gates of suyumbike tower, kazan city, tatarstan / david viscott / i’ll give you the sun by jandy nelson / the drowning (2016) / sunlight by hozier

[muutosarchive]

"why are you mad at me!" the strangled question leaps out of the boy's throat like a frog. he's shaking. isn't he always? steady vibration that undoubtedly always presents itself when anyone is pissed off at him. though with craig it was different. he could consider craig his only real friend, &. the prospect has chagrin building at the wetness of his eyes as he lets out a strained little noise. fingers locking onto hair with brief exclamation of discomfort. "please, i -- i need you to explain, craig! i don't understand." . . . he's begging at this point. a shameless act, a lack of conversation providing his mind little closure.

🍭 @multiparked . asked for a starter

"i can fix it, i swear!" strands crack &. break, brittle from improper treatment. panic in his chest rising like tides, &. instead of baking off they rage &. blanket everything. rational thought, senses, everything. mind a rolling picture of what would become of him should he have fucked up beyond the reasonable assumption he'd be forgiven. " -- just talk to me!"

[cookieofearthbread]

@chaosmultiverse Dark Financier + Red Velvet

Financier was wandering through the thick forest, looking around at her surrounding, and having her guard up as she knew the forest was full of monsters that would not hesitate to tear her apart if she were caught off guard even if she held a blade that granted her great power even if that power came at a cost...

A cost she didn't care.... As long, she achieved her goals; that's all what matter to her.

She soon stopped in her tracks when she spotted another cookie and carefully approach them; wondering what the other cookie was doing in the forest in the first place... Although it didn't take her long, her to notice the other's arm wasn't normal, however she didn't voice the comment out loud but instead

"What are you doing?"

[frederickchill]

▽ !!

>> 5. "You’re too drunk to hear a word I say."

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It's a rare occasion when Frederick is on the phone outside of working hours. And with the rarest person on the receiving end.

Frederick's voice is trembling, but hardly because he is weak. He isn't and he knows that. He also knows that weakness and powerlessness are two different things. That's what he is now - utterly, completely, devastatingly powerless. Even more so, annoyed, and angry, and afraid.

He confessed, well, almost confessed to Jack. But to what end?

But he is not venting. Oh no, never. He also seldom snaps. He does, of course. But seldom.

What Frederick is feeling right now is far from simple emotional turbulence. As he clutches his phone up to the point when your knuckles go pale, there is a clear vision of how a mere phrase "having an old friend for dinner" uttered once by a particular someone evolves, mutates and envelopes him in dark bloody haze.

And he fears that next time he would actually feel the cut.

"You and your FBI... I swear, you are all too drunk to hear a word I say. Drunk on your righteousness and..." he doesn't want to say the word, but it still escapes his lips, "... contempt."

[tsubakura-enraku]

Fanfic Game:

"Wow, this melon sure is delicious~"

"Wow, this melon sure is delicious~" Tsurubami exclaimed as they continued to chip away at the giant slice of melon they were holding in their hands.

Tenkai, however, took one glance at their friend and proceeded to laugh uncontrollably as they noticed the mess of juices that was now completely covering their mouth.

"Ts-Tsurubami, you've got juice all over you...!" They giggled as they took a small cloth from nearby and proceeded to wipe the other's face, much to their chagrin. "And you've said that about a million times at this point!"

"Yuh," Tsurubami mumbled, their mouth full, before they swallowed the melon they had bit off. "Cause it's true! This's probably the best melon I've had in my life!"

"You say that every time..."

Tenkai sighed happily as Tsurubami chuckled back at them, and the two of them continued to enjoy a banter-filled melon eating session together.

[storiesofthenight]

@realmscruelty liked for a starter.

Lucerys had been wondering ever since the moment he had lost Arrax. He knew it’d been a close call. In fact, … he had almost felt the teeth of Vhagar brush by him. In a sense, he still barely knew what’d happened that day, the whole thing having been a mix of chaos and fear. Pure luck and the quick reflexes of the very man that had nearly cost him his life were the reasons he was still alive right now. And ever since, Lucerys had been … shaky was a good word. The nights were restless ever since and he felt a hole in his chest where Arrax had had his place.

Having woken up that morning, he had gotten changed and gone to his training as usual. But he was glad when he’d spotted his mother in the library where he’d planned to go work on his High Valyrian. He had his lessons of course with the Maester, but nonetheless he liked working on it on his own as well. Approaching his mother slowly, he bit his lip in hesitation for a moment before reaching out and touching her shoulder to catch her attention. “Uh … I hope I am not disturbing, but …” He faltered and cast his eyes down, struggling to admit the chaos in his mind out loud. “I uh … I was …”

Lucerys swallowed and slowly looked up again. “Could I get a hug? Please?”

[just-absolutely-super]

Battle palace mmbn hc land

Their first opponent leads with is a poison type pokémon

Overquill: uuuh… boss, what do i do now?

Mega: just fight like normal and pull out when things look dicey!

Overquill: Yes sir Boss man!

Mega: I'm not your boss--

Nidoking: KING!

Nidoking goes for a bulldoze attack

Mega: DODGE!

Overquil: *dodges* That was close...

Mega: Those ground attacks will be your undoing! Use spikes first so we can do some damage in the case of switching out. Then put your focus on one of your dark moves to weaken him. If it gets too dicy, switch out with flip turn!

Overquil: Okay boss!

Mega: I'm not--oh whatever, just attack!

Overquil uses spikes, then attacks with dark pulse. Nidoking takes the damage but it doesn't seem to phase him

Nidoking: NIDO!

Nidoking attacks with earthquake

Mega: Oh no, switch out now before that hits you!

Overquil uses flip turn. While the hit landed, earthquake still manage to hit him, causing more than half damage

Overquil: Sorry, boss, but I promise to do better next time!

Mega: Just rest up, Bewear and I can take it from here

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Dog Meshi.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

brain please wake up and draw

bonus :

[zandraart]

foxes

[nonbinary-akutagawa]

I did a thing :^)

a queer making 2 in denial queers kiss

btw i'm literally dazai, number 1 shin soukoku fan

oke but seriously why was Dazai's whole plan just gay people make out why is that his go to plan????

why is he such a shin soukoku shipper???? (

[mochibiscuit]

Another Pangur piece :3 @pangur-and-grim

[vocesincaput-arc]

“I’m here- I’m here, now” - Crowley to Aziraphale [or my Aziraphale to your Crowley up to you <3]

My muse had been kidnapped and tortured for the past week send “I’m here- I’m here, now” for your muse to save them. [x]

It would have been obvious to Aziraphale that Heaven wasn't being honest about making him Supreme Archangel for the reasons they gave but Metatron had done something to him with the coffee which had been infused with a powerful miracle. The angel was heavly influenced by Metatron's suggestions in their mind as he spoke to Crowley.

Once they were up in Heaven, the influence over Aziraphale began to slip. He began to ask questions before hands were placed upon his shoulders and they were forced to their knees. The angel began to practically demand an answer to what was happening when Metatron placed his hand upon Aziraphales head. Causing it to tilt back as his eyes glowed a shining white. The process to change his being into what they wanted began.

Sometime later, he awoke in small empty room with white walls and no lighting. As he looked slowly around the tiny space, his eyes widened when he realised that there were no thoughts in his mind beyond the small room. No memories of who or what they were. As the panic set in, he shuffled around the room (not able to stand in the small space) and tried to find an exit. Hands shaking whilst they tried to find something, anything, beyond the small, dark space.

Breathing came quick as he pulled himself back into one of the corners, knees up against their chest. They had no idea how long they were in the room, dozing in and out of restless sleep before suddenly being awoken by a sound.

Someone had entered the room and was speaking to him.

Someone who he didn't know.

"Wh-whoever you are, please... please leave me alone!" he cried whilst trying to back further into the corner.

[otaku553]

Luffy week day 3:

Sleep/Sunflower