#I redesigned him now that I've heard his voice

[lonelyslutavatar]

I feel bad calling Luke a loser, he seems like a cool guy

[otakween]

Digimon Data Squad (Savers) - Episode 1

^Me watching Digimon Savers

(Just kidding! I'll give it a chance...)

I knew absolutely nothing about Frontier and I know absolutely nothing about Savers either. Never heard a single human being talk about it except for at a Digimon panel I went to in the spring where the panelist pointed out Agumon's ugly redesign. It already has a very different vibe that will take some adjusting too. It reminds me slightly of the Digimon World 2 setting where the protagonists work for an organization/agency. The obvious thing is that we're working with older characters too, which I've expressed wanting to see in the past. Let's see where this goes!

Notes:

Like I said, I'm not writing this show off, but this pilot really didn't impress me...like at all. The animation quality seemed pretty low for a pilot with some off model moments and reused animation. Agumon is so ugly I find him hard to look at (it looks like his eyes are in the wrong place in some moments?). Some of the voice acting felt off and I didn't like either opening (though I need to hear them a few more times maybe). The writing was rushed, confusing and weird. Most of my confusion is with Masaru. He didn't know what digimon were but barely reacts when he sees a bunch of them? Why was he randomly fighting an Agumon? I can wait for these answers, but this first episode left me feeling disoriented. As with all digimon series I want them to establish the role digimon play in this world and how many people are aware of their existence.

Now for some positives. I like the designs for the male/female leads. They're simple, but very distinct/memorable. And wait a minute...A PROTAG WITHOUT GOGGLES!?!? Quick, alert the presses!! Masaru's pretty attractive (but also 14 lol). Until I did some googling I actually thought these characters were young adults. You can really never tell with anime...

Dub names are Marcus and Yoshi. I think they did a good job picking those (although of course Masaru would have been fine lol). Yoshi is really cute as a nickname.

The "REALIZE!" thingy is fun. Love a good catchphrase to shout.

I couldn't find this show in good quality anywhere. I just ordered the DVD from the library though, so hopefully I can get that soon.

All newly introduced digimon have been underwhelming/ugly.

Random old fisherman dude was a wtf moment.

Not sure why we needed yet another Greymon variant that barely looks any different from the OG. That was an eye roll moment for me.

Looks like the cast will be small again this time. Trying to recapture the Tamers magic, maybe?

Commander dude looks like he escaped from a Gundam show

It's a relief to be back to digimon-human partnerships but Masaru fights digimon directly too? I wonder if that dynamic will keep going or if he'll rely more on Agumon moving forward.

[mrwolfhare]

Did you get to choose the new team or was it the studio? Yes, no.

Have you had conversations with Marvel about their plans for the guardians now that you’re done? Yes

Are there any deleted scenes with Llyla, Rocket, Floor, and Teef? No.

Did you ever consider inserting any other Marvel characters to cross over into this picture? No

Is there a reason Quill didn't have his helmet in Guardians 3? It’s in his desk drawer in Knowhere. He had to get out of there fast as you know!

Is there an in-universe explanation as to why Quill’s ditched his helmet and rocket boots? They have jet packs. The rocket boots comparatively suck. That's like cheap shit you get in the intergalactic version of Radio Shack. And Chris could never have done those amazing hallway moves with a helmet on.

Was there a plan for a new helmet design for Star-Lord (the classic design would’ve been cool)? No.

In the scene where Rocket and Groot are dancing, was that you and your brother on set? Yes

I was VERY curious on how Drax knew the JOOB JOOB but Mantis didn’t being Ego’s translator? Drax knew the language from his childhood. It's not in anyone's translators.

Why did no one understand, or acknowledge the language on Counter-Earth not being recognized by their translators? It's a cloistered culture. It would be normal not to have their Humanimal language in the translators.

Was the line always going to be “I love you guys” or did you have other options? No

Was there any consideration given towards giving the one spoken “F***” in the movie to Groot? Consideration? Sure.

Was redesigning Howard The Duck your idea? Yes. I've redesigned him on every movie because I've never been satisfied and we were rushed the first couple times. I'm happier now.

Did you ever think about giving Howard the Duck a bigger role in these movies (just asking because he’s my favorite Marvel Character)? Yes.

Does your average MCU earthling know that the Guardians of the Galaxy exist? No

Was Miley Cyrus not able to reprise her role from Guardians 2? Was that the same character? Yes. Yes.

James is Adam Warlock single? Yes

Has Grandpa Quill heard about Peter’s world-saving adventures already? No.

Does Peter Quill’s grandfather know about Ego? No

Was there an actual dog playing Cosmo or was that CGI? No, yes.

Was the Eagle in the cage an Eagly reference? Or just an Eagle? That was actually the real Eagly.

Can Groot grow a new body very quickly now? Yes.

Will there be Vol 4? No.

Will there ever be a director’s cut of the trilogy? Yes (the trilogy as is is the Director's Cut)

Do you want to do an extended version? No.

Does Guardians 3 have an alternate ending planned? No.

Will there be a longer cut of the film that has more Michael Rosenbaum in it? No

Will there be a commentary version of this film? Yes

As early as when you were making GOTG 1, did you already have ideas on where Vol 2 and 3 would go that eventually made it in the final films? Or were your initial ideas totally overhauled along the way? Yes, no.

Did you have to fight/negotiate hard with Disney to have all of those dark scenes? Or were the pretty open to your final vision? No. Yes.

Was it difficult writing Gamora’s arc in Vol 3, knowing Infinity War was going to kill her off? No.

Nebula's arm is the Bucky's arm from Holiday Special?? No. It's way better.

I saw you mentioned Annihilus as a possible villain for Vol 3. Was he also going to be a candidate for Rockets creator? Yes.

Does Rocket keep in contact with Thor? No.

Is there a super big, deeply-hidden Easter egg like the first one? Yes.

Did Bradley do all the young Rocket voice work too? No (Noa Raskin is baby Rocket, Sean Gunn is Young Rocket)

Since Halfworld isn't a thing in the MCU (I guess this is what you retconned out from the 1st movie) does that mean Rocket isn't a halfworlder in the MCU, right? You could consider Halfworld a more intergalactic name for Counter-Earth.

[clarafyer]

HI SO MY FRIEND AND I DROPPED SOME BANGER LINES IN A ROLEPLAY JUST NOW WITH THE TRUSTED VOID DWELLERS AND I AM STIMMING SO HARD RIGHT NOW I AM SHOOK

TW: Mentions of death, choking, threats

"Before you, someone had your act covered. But she was killed by the hag. She was made into a display even, to try and scare us off. Oh boy, Tenebris did not like losing her talent."

“And yet, he gained someone infinitely more competent and most definitely more skilled in the craft."

"Yeah, yeah, feel free shut up about yourself already."

“You need to have a strong ego to be a great musician, Malorie.”

"And you have to be focused to be a great aerialist, Mamon."

“That explains a lot; you keep getting distracted, chasing dead ends when going after the witch.”

She snapped, dropping down and yanking at the silks, bringing down the support beams in a loud, creaking crash. As he looks at the site, she's gone, before he hears her voice once again, behind him as fabric quickly wraps around his neck.

"I will not hesitate to put you in your place, puppeteer. This fucking job has been one of the ONLY ones I have been assigned for the past YEARS. And I've three hundred more years of this contract than you. I have worked harder than I will probably ever see you. I have earned my place among these acts. You? You were given it." With every growled word, the silk's grasp on him became tighter.

"Am I clear, Mamon?"

“I will respect you and your seniority when you do something worth respecting. You mistake hard work with accomplishments. Sisyphus may toil endlessly working hard, pushing that boulder uphill, but that doesn’t mean the struggle is commendable if he makes no real progress. I may have been given this spot by mere talent alone, but I’ve made more strides towards my own goals in my brief time here than you have. But sure, you are clear in the flawed point you present.”

There was deafening silence, before she yanked, pulling him backwards as the tension released.

"Your point is heard as well. I'm getting back to work, now. Oh, and just so you know, I hear the boss is considering putting on a show in a month's time. Perhaps you should prepare one of your scores for it."

The false Mamon Malorie was strangling falls to the ground as its form turns back to one of the villagers. Mamon is dancing with the corpse of the lady he killed, doing a waltz. He pulls the corpse into a dip and her head falls off. “What did you think the try outs were for?”

"Coward. Good day." She made a quick gesture, shortening the silks back to just barely showing out from her sleeves before walking off.

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The whole context isn't there because I am NOT pasting the entire roleplay, but god damn I am so proud the finishing lines we did, I HAD TO SHARE.

Mamon is my friend's character who is the newest "act" in Tenebris' circus (the trusted void dwellers.) But he is a 2 year old character revived for the new version of the story. He is the puppeteer, while Malorie is the aerialist. The other acts have FINALLY been figured out, I just need to redesign an old character of mine and design 2 new characters.

Also the hag is Flora and in case not everyone knows, she cheated death by insanity and that REALLY fucked things up in the afterlife

[genericartist27]

Ok, so before you read this description I want to say that I decided it would be cool if he was a wendingo because I think it would be cool and work for him however I've heard that Wendigos are a sensitive topic since they've been misrepresented so many times in media. I just want to say that his personality would be accurate to historical Wendigo lore (them being selfish, conscience creatures instead of just being mindless monster like most media portrays them as which is inaccurate) and his character is kind of a 'Weeb' (IDK can't think of anything else to describe him) for Native American culture (not why he got in Hell BTW, my version of God is fine with other cultures) so that's kind of the point I guess. However, If any Native Americans voice their concerns about using Wendigos, I will redesign him, I promise. I don't want to be that person to speak over Native Americans just because I find a design cool. I understand if anyone is upset about me using Wendigos, your culture has been destroyed, misrepresented and underrepresented by people like me. So if this design is considered offensive by Native Americans, I promise I will change it. I know it seems weird to say all of this while still making this design, but I just want to put it out there, maybe I'm an idiot for still making this design, I just want to see what Native Americans think first.

Music I used:    • A Himitsu - Cease  

Also This isn't a fixing video! I'm not trying to be better than Viv this is just for fun. Also don't harass, dox or threaten people.

Alastor's finally here! He's the reason I kind of wanted to start redesigning the cast! It was before I started to do this rewrite, and I was interested in Vibing Leaf's The Grieving Retake (or more specifically the people analysing it) and I was fascinated in the character called Corpse (yes that's their name). It basically this Wendigo beast thing. It made want to make my own Wendigo character, but as I was designing them I thought, Hey! This would I really good Alastor design! So I kinda started redesigning Alastor along with the rest of the cast!

He's still African American, but he'd be from Ontario in Canada instead of New Orleans in America, since Ontario is one of the places that believed in Wendigos and the concept of him having a Canadian accent is cute to me. I also like the concept of him kinda being like a 'Weeb' for Native American culture, basically being a huge nerd for it, but treating them like Gods rather than an actual culture that got wiped out by bigoted extremists. I decided to give him a more accurate skin tone and curly hair because I think it would be good hint to his African American heritage, but I would also like to have a gradient from grey to brown since if you didn't know Wendigos in Mythology are described to have grey skin, which I would like to reference while keeping the accurate skin tone. I'm also getting rid of the Voodoo aspect since I feel like it's unnecessary and I don't feel comfortable using it, but keeping the Radio Host, however I didn't know where to put the microphone so that'll have to be in future designs.

Anyway, now he's done, I'm on to Valentino... Yay...

[seehowsupplethespineis]

The Decepticon House of Frights! (Part 3)

(I've given up promising to have this updated regularly. To all my fellow fanfic writers, you know how it is. Anyway, hope you all enjoy this update! I'm excited to finish this story...someday, haha.)

(Warnings: generic haunted house frights)

(Part 1, Part 2)

(AO3)

This was certainly a strange place to have a haunted house. Glancing around, Ironhide saw no one else in the vicinity, just a lot of vacant lots and rundown buildings. Not good for business, Ironhide thought, but then again, what did he know about Earth business? The painted, slightly smeared sign out front said this was the place, so that was good enough for him.

“Let’s go, gang,” He waved a servo to the rest of the Autobots. Not many had agreed to join this little venture, either claiming to be too busy or flat out disinterested. He and Spike practically had to beg those who did show up.

“Will this take overlong?” Grapple groused by Ironhide’s feet. Stubborn as usual, the boom truck still hadn’t transformed to bot mode.

“Got somewhere better to be?” Ironhide asked with no small amount of exasperation.

“If you must know,” Grapple sniffed, “I’m redesigning one of the Ark’s suites. It’ll be much more luxurious once I’m through.”

“Ooh, I call dibs!” Jazz declared with a grin.

“Certainly not! It’s for Hoist and I.”

“Grapple, we talked about this” Hoist interjected with some weariness, as if he’d had to remind Grapple of this multiple times, “We’re offering the suite to Prime, remember?”

If a truck could be said to roll its eyes, Grapple did just that, “Yes, yes, I remember…but the next suite is for us.”

Hoist patted his companion’s cab, “Of course. Now, come along. The sooner we’re through with this ‘haunting habitation,’ the sooner we can get back to work.”

“It’s called a ‘haunted house’, Hoist,” Spike reminded him, shaking his head, “We’ve been over this!”

Hoist merely chuckled while Grapple reluctantly transformed to root mode. Allowing Spike to lead the way, the Autobots filed into the haunted house.

The interior was dark, as was to be expected. Ironhide’s optics did their best to adjust to the dim light. Once they had, he noticed cobwebs on the walls- the same type he’d had trouble with a few days ago. Still sour from that experience, he steadfastly avoided brushing up against them. Behind him, he heard Grapple huff in irritation as a few strands caught on his hook. Hoist patiently helped him clear them away.

“So…what happens next?” Jazz asked into the silence. No sooner had he spoken than the door behind them slammed shut. Everyone jumped at the resounding bang- everyone except Ironhide, who laughed at everyone’s expense.

“Cool your circuits! We ain’t even started yet.”

So saying, he plunged ahead, everyone else hesitantly following after.

It was nearly pitch dark, with only slivers of light illuminating the way. Once his optics had adjusted to the gloom, Ironhide could make out rafters overhead, all strewn with fake cobwebs.

Scariest thing so far, he thought to himself.

Hearing noise ahead, he quickened his pace, everyone hastening to follow. Just as Jazz entered, something popped out of the gloom. 

“Cripes!” Jazz nearly jumped into Hoist’s arms as a ghost dropped down from the ceiling, complete with a white shroud that concealed whoever was beneath. As Jazz began to relax, another ghost dropped down, this time startling Bumblebee.

“Ah!” Instinctively, the yellow Autobot looked to his human friend for reassurance, only to find there was no sign of him.

“Spike? Where’d you go?”

Ironhide turned around on hearing the trepidation in his friend’s voice and heaved a sigh.

“He can’t have got far. Calm down and try not to step on him.”

The last remark only scared Bumblebee more, and he took to staring at the floor- which promptly gave way beneath them.

“Woah, hey!”

Before Bumblebee could say more, the Autobots had spilled onto the floor at least one story below. The impact was jarring and left everyone in a groaning heap- everyone except Ironhide. Despite Grapple’s foot in his face, the oldest Autobot laughed heartily.

“That was good! Almost got me there. Almost.”

“Oh, my aching processor!” Hoist moaned, “Why didn’t Spike tell us this ‘horror home’ would be so rough?”

“Speaking of,” Grapple added, “Everyone make sure no one squished him.”

After a once over, all five bots confirmed Spike’s gory remains weren’t to be seen. There was no trace of Spike at all.

“Okay, I’m going back up to look for him,” Bumblebee said.

“You’re just trying to get out of the rest of the haunted house.”

“No!” Bumblebee snapped, folding his arms, “Me and Spike’ll join you once I’ve found him, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Ironhide waved him away. The smaller Autobot took a moment to glare at his senior before leaping back up the way they fell.

“And then there were four,” Jazz declared. His words were punctuated by a chilling howl emanating somewhere ahead.

“What was that?!” Grapple immediately backed away, seeking Hoist’s reassuring presence. It wasn’t there.

Spinning around, Grapple called out into the gloom, “Hoist?”

No response.

The yellow boom truck frantically looked to the others, to where Hoist should have been, and back again, “Where did he go?! He was just here!”

Jazz edged a little closer to Ironhide while Grapple continued to panic, “Uh, okay. I’m getting mad bad vibes from this place. What say we skidaddle?”

“Aw, Hoist an’ Spike are prob’ly just trying to razz us,” Ironhide cupped his servos around his mouth and shouted into the darkness ahead, “It ain’t gonna work!”

“Oh, I’d say it’s working,” Grapple hurried closer to his companions, “I’d say it’s working quite well!”

Ironhide snorted, the noise almost like a car horn, “Never thought I’d see the day when real pink-blooded Autobots would turn robo-chicken!”

“Think what you like. I’m leaving!” So saying, Grapple looked to the hole in the floor they’d fallen through. To his surprise and horror, it had been covered.

“I daresay someone is trying to trap us!”

“Nonsense!” Ironhide exclaimed, “I’d know if this was a trap.”

“Whatever, man,” Jazz tried to keep his voice level, though something like radio static edged his words, “If this ain’t a trap, then lead the way to the end so we can get out.”

“Gladly!”

The howling from up ahead hadn’t stopped. As the three remaining Autobots drew nearer, it morphed into snarls. Jazz and Grapple froze in their tracks, optics straining to see anything in the darkness ahead. Ironhide continued forward at a brisk pace. Not wanting to be left behind, the other two hurried after.

Ironhide hadn’t made it another two steps before twin screams pierced his audio receptors. With a dramatic sigh, he slowly spun around to see what had spooked his friends now. What greeted him was a larger figure in a hooded cloak.

Ironhide crossed his arms, “Really, this is what spooked ya?”

Neither Grapple nor Jazz responded, so Ironhide craned to see around the figure. 

“Where’d you two go?”

He got no reply other than the phantom advancing slowly toward him. As a so-called “real pink-blooded Autobot,” Ironhide held his ground.

“You don’t scare me, none. Now where’d my friends run off to?”

The hooded figure didn’t offer any answers. A bit fed up, Ironhide went to question him some more, when something like the sound of an animal’s claws scraping across the floor caught his attention. Ironhide had barely glanced down before something small and agile rammed into his legs. With a grunt, the truck pitched over onto his backside. Grimacing, he followed the sound of pawsteps, only catching a glint of glaring red eyes before the beast disappeared.

The hooded figure advanced more rapidly on seeing its prey downed. Ironhide glared up at it.

“Listen here, ya freaky phantom! I don’t know what game yer playin’, but I’ll have you know I ain’t the kinda bot you can-”

That was as far as he got before the figure suddenly lunged, enveloping Ironhide in its shroud. A shriek resounded throughout the haunted house just then, though Ironhide would deny it til the day he was offlined.

[whovianwatchingstartrek]

A Whovian Watches Star Trek for the First Time: Part 048 - The Borg Awaken

On the Advice of a few of you, I've decided to ignore that the list I've been following skips this one until much later.

Star Trek: Enterprise - Season 2 Episode 23 - Regeneration

So the episode opens with some scientists discovering a person buried in some Ice. The Borg are one of the few Star Trek aliens that I new about before starting the series, so I did recognise it. That said, I don't know much about them. I read that one Star Trek Doctor Who crossover comic years ago, and while I don't remember much about it, I do remember the borg went up against the Cybermen in that one, so I know they're very similar in concept. The comic didn't really do much to differentiate the Borg and Cybermen from each other though, so I'm interested to see where they differ. The Cybermen are my absolute favourite Doctor Who villains, so I really have been looking forward to these guys showing up.

Anyways, the Borg quickly start waking up. I loved how these opening scenes were played basically like a horror movie. After loosing contact with the scientists, and a ship was documented leaving the planet, so Star Fleet sends Enterprise.

It's fascinating how little the borg have to actually do to begin a conversion. Just one small injection, then the process is automatic. And now, there are two ongoing convertee's on Enterprise. And They infected Phlox. Plus, the crews weapons are completely useless against them. The two Borgs that Enterprise picked up do get ejected into space, but Phlox is still being converted.

I love moments where Phlox's happy exterior is replaced by a more serious demeanour when it's called for, because that's how you can tell things are really serious, and this episode is full of that.

T'Pol and Archer have a mini debate about destroying the Borg's transport vs Trying to save the infected people aboard, and while I would normally be up for a heroic rescue, We literally just saw the damage even two of these things can cause less than 5 minutes ago. I'm 100% with T'Pol on this one, that transport needs destroyed.

Phlox has a minor breakthrough on finding a treatment, but it's a very risky one. However I admire his conviction. "I have no intention of becoming one of them" indeed. Seeing his movements slowly become more and more robotic over the course of the episode was beautifully terrifying.

I'm going to be honest, when we eventually heard the Borgs' voice they didn't sound anything like I expected to. I don't know, they sounded too Human, but maybe that's just a lifetime of expecting threats of cyber-conversion sounding more like this:

I do still want to see more of the Borg. This episode mostly focussed on how the Enterprise deals with them as a unknown threat, but I really want to deep dive into how exactly they operate. Just how similar to the Cybermen are they? How did the Borg start out? I want answers, and sadly from the way the end of the episode sounded, I'm probably gonna be waiting a while for those answers.

Comparing my Enjoyment of this Episode with a Doctor Who Universe Story of the Same Title

K9 - Season 1 Episode 1 - Regeneration

With a core concept to the Whoniverse called "Regeneration" you would think there would be more than one story with that title. Unfortunately not, so I've finally been forced to watch the Australian K9 Spin-Off.

I want to give this series a chance, and luckily the episode is the series's pilot but it doesn't do a good job at setting up it's premise, or introducing it's characters. This was Bob Baker's second attempt at giving K9 a spin off series, and there's a reason why neither of them really took off. K9 just isn't main character material. I love the metal dog, I always have, but seeing him played seriously doesn't work. Also not a fan of the redesign this series gave him. I don't really even have anything to say about the episode itself. Nothing really stood out.

I definitely enjoyed Enterprise's Regeneration a lot more, not even close. Enterprise's Regeneration was a such a good episode, I'm glad you guys convinced me not to follow the viewing guide's advice on this one.

[braveclementine]

AIM

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OC Elizabeth Lightwood. I do not condone any copying of this.

"You're welcome." Harley's voice greeted Tony as he came around the corner with the file in his hands. He saw the kid was wearing a sort of disguise with a gray cowboy hat and colourful poncho. There were police cars parked outside of the bar, Officers come to bring their loyal dead back.

"For what? Did I miss something?" Tony asked casually.

"Me, saving your life." Harley clarified. He also punched Tony in the arm.

"Yeah. A, I saved you first. B, thanks. Sort of. And C, if you do someone a solid, don't' be a yutz. All right? Just play it cool. Otherwise you come off grandiose."

"Unlike you?" Harley asked as Tony unlocked the car with the stolen keys. Tony looked at the kid. "Admit it, you need me. We're connected."

"What I need is for you to go home, be with your mom, keep your trap shut, guard the suit, and stay connected to the telephone because if I call, you better pick up. Okay?" Tony asked. "Can you feel that? We're done here." He patted the kid on the shoulder once, "Move out of the way, or I'm gonna run you over. Bye kid."

Tony started up the car and then rolled down the window. He sighed, "I'm sorry kid. You did good."

"So now you're just gonna leave me here, like my dad?"

Tony thought about it. "Yeah." He paused, "Wait, you're guilt-tripping me, aren't you?"

"I'm cold." Harley scrunched up his shoulders.

"I can tell." Tony said in the same mocking sad voice. "You know how I can tell? Because we're connected." And with that, he drove away.

🎃 :::::  🧡  ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━  🧡  ::::: 🎃

"You ever had a chick straddling you and you look up and suddenly she's glowing from the inside out, kind of a bright orange?" Tony asked.

"Yeah, I've had that. Who is this?" Rhodey's voice spoke on the other side.

"It's me, pal. Now, last time I went missing, if I remember correctly, you came looking for me. What are you doing?"

"A little knock-and-talk, making friends in Pakistan. What are you doing?"

"Your redesign, your big rebrand, that was AIM , right?"

"Yeah."

"I'm gonna find a heavy-duty comm sat right now. I need your login."

"It's the same as its' always been WarMachine68." Rhodey replied.

"And password, please?"

"Well, look, I gotta change it every time you hack it, Tony." Rhodey said, avoiding the question.

"It's not the 80's, nobody says 'hack' anymore. Give me your login."

Rhodey sighed, "War Machine rocks. With an X. All caps."

Tony laughed on the phone.

"Yeah, okay." Rhodey sighed.

"That is so much better than 'Iron Patriot.'"

Tony did an illegal U-turn in the middle of the road, in order to drive back to the parking lot of the building in front of him that was holding a Christmas pageant.

He managed to sneak in to one of the New vans and started to. . . for a lack of a better term. . . hack the system. "That ain't gonna cut it." He muttered, seeing the 9.5 FPS with a 74 Ping and a download speed of 9.1.

"We talked about this," Tony heard someone say as there was a clattering sound and the van door was opened a little bit. "Excuse me sir. I don't know who-"

Tony turned around in the spiny chair with a finger pressed to his lips. "Shh."

The man's mouth dropped and Tony lowered his finger, grinning. "Mom, I need to call you back. Something magical is happening." Tony attempted to make sure the man stayed quiet by making various shushing sounds. "Tony Stark is in my van!"

"Shh! Keep it down."

"Tony Stark is in my van."

"No, he's not."

"I knew you were still alive!"

"Come on in. Close the door." he hissed.

"Wow, can I just say sir-"

"Yeah."

"I am your biggest fan."

Knew it.

"Okay. First, is this your van? Is anyone else gonna come in?"

"No, no, no. Just us."

"Great. What's your name?"

"Gary."

"Gary." They shook hands.

"Oh wow." Gary sighed, putting a second hand over Tony's.

"Right there is fine." Tony grinned awkwardly. He was used to this, but it was still just a little weird.

"Okay."

"Okay? I get a lot of this, it's okay."

"Oh, good. Can I just say?"

"What do you want? Yeah."

"I don't know if you can tell, but I have like, patterned my whole look after you. My hair's a little-"

"It's fine." Tony cringed.

"It's not right, 'cause there's no product in it."

"Right." Tony said, trying not to get to frustrated.

"I don't want to make things awkward for you, but I do have to show you- Boom!" He held his arm out to show off the Tony Stark tattoo on his arm.

Wonderful.

"A Hispanic Scott Baio. I'm sorry. Is that me?" Tony asked, pointing to it.

"Yeah. It's- I mean- I had them do it off a doll that I made, so it's not like it's off a picture. So it's a little bit-"

Tony had reached the end of his tether, grabbing Gary by the shoulders. "Gary. Listen to me, okay? I don't want to clip your wings here. We're both a little over-excited. I got an issue. I'm chasing bad guys. I'm trying to grab a little something from some hard-crypt data files. I don't have enough juice. I need you to jump on the roof- right? Recalibrate the ISDNs. Pump it up by about 40%."

"Got it." Gary barley breathed out.

"All right? It's a mission."

"Yeah."

"Tony needs Gary."

"And Gary needs Tony."

Ew. No. He'd stick with Y/N.

"Be quiet about it. Go."

"Yeah."

Once he got the go ahead that the power was up, he managed to get into the files. He fought against the restrictions, before he finally found some files in the AIM section. There were a bunch of faces with audio recordings, and the first one he turned on was the one of Mrs. Davis' boy.

"What would you regard as the defining moment of your life?" A voice that was off camera asked.

"Well, uh, I think that would be the day I decided not to let my injury beat me."

Tony clicked next on the woman who had attacked him outside the bar. In the video, her right arm was cut off at the elbow, healed over. But it was very obvious from the fight that she had both hands.

"Will you please state your name for the camera?"

"Ellen Brandt."

"Okay. So the injections are administered periodically." The voice sounded somewhat familiar and when the camera changed, Tony saw Aldrich Killian' there. "Addiction will not be tolerated. And those who cannot regulate will be cut off from the programme."

Tony found his next clip, which was a cleaner version of Killian speaking, his hair pulled back in a ponytail. "Once misfits, cripples, You are the next iteration of human evolution."

Tony hit another key and saw four different cameras of doctors and patients moving along a hallway. "Everybody, before we start- I promise you, looking back at your life, there will be nothing as bitter as the memory of that glorious risk you prudently elected to forego."

They were put into what looked like standing gurneys. Metal plates came down around their shoulders, as though there were about to go on a roller coaster ride. "Today is your glory. Let's begin."

He watched as Ellen's arm started to grow, her screams of pain echoing, making him flinch almost. Her arm looked as though it was forming out of molten lava, while the rest of her body glowed orange.

The boy next to her started to scream, his entire body lit with orange. "We gotta get out of here! We gotta get out of here!" Killian demanded, turning away from the man who was screaming in agony. "Get her out! Get them out of here!" The man glowed so brightly that he exploded.

"A bomb is not a bomb when it's a misfire." Tony whispered under his breath. "The stuff doesn't always work, right pal? It's faulty, but you found a buyer, didn't you? Sold it to the Mandarin." Tony snapped his fingers. "Got you pal."

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"What happened. Fun fact. Before he built rockets for the Nazis, the idealistic Wernher von Braun dreamed of space travel. He stargazed. Do you know what he said when the first V-2 hit London? 'The Rocket performed perfectly. It just landed on the wrong planet'. See, we all begin wide-eyed. Pure science." Maya smiled. "And then the ego steps in, the obsession. And you look up, you're a long way from shore."

"You can't be to hard on yourself Maya." You said softly as you carefully put Everleigh down on the chair.

You had taken a nap while Maya had driven. You had left the directions for Clint and Natasha's cabin in Colorado on the dashboard. When you'd woken up, it was off and you were pulling into a hotel because Maya said the both of you needed sleep.

Couldn't really argue with that, your entire body hurt from sleeping in the car.

Now the two of you were going to share a hotel room tonight and hopefully make the rest of the journey to Colorado tomorrow. You shouldn't be to far away. You had really thought you'd make it tonight.

Of course, your phone was still on recording mode. You wanted to make sure that Fury had every scrap of information available. You'd slipped outside to call and had talked to Nat, Fury, Clint, and Steve all at the same time. Steve was supposed to get to the cabin tomorrow, he was waiting for his second flight. You'd both probably get there around the same time.

Fury wasn't joining the rest of you, going to stay at one of the SHIELD bases, but regardless, he wanted to be kept in the loop.

"I mean, you gave your research to a think tank." You continued, tucking a blanket around Everleigh now. There was no crib in the room and the chair was the next best thing. She was tiny enough that she could sleep comfortably on the chair, the chair was comfortable, and she also wouldn't fall off.

"Yeah, but Killian built that think tank on military contracts."

"That's exactly what Tony's company used to do." You shrugged again. "So don't judge yourself."

"Thank you Y/N. I really appreciate that."

There was suddenly a knock at the hotel door. You quickly went to the door, knowing that it was room service for the three of you. You needed to feed Everleigh soon, and to make sure you had ample milk, you yourself needed to be fed.

"Hi, good evening. Come on in." You said happily, opening the door as wide as it could go to make sure that he could get the cart in.

"Good evening." He said back.

You turned to look over your shoulder for one second, and saw Killian standing behind the server, his hands snapping his neck.

"MAYA RUN!" You shouted, leaping backwards towards Everleigh. You screamed as he caught you around your upper arm, his hand burning hot.

"Hello Y/N." Killian said smoothly as he tossed you against the wall. You crashed against it, landing on the floor next to your phone. His hand came down, holding you around the neck to the floor. He looked up and over at Maya. "So you want to tell me why you were at Stark's mansion last night?"

"I'm trying to fix this thing!" Maya said angrily. "I didn't know you and the master were gonna blow the place up."

"Oh I see. So, you were trying to save Stark when he threatened us?" Killian asked.

You struggled in Killian's grasp, feeling both scared and frustrated. How could you fail to get out of this life-threatening chokehold when you had fought aliens only a year before?

Lack of training, you realized. You hadn't done any Agent training in months. You were out of practice.

"I've told you, Killian, we can use him." Maya huffed.

You grasped at Killian's face, but his arm was longer, leaving you at the disadvantage since he could hold is body further away.

"Y/N. Y/N. Y/N." He said, inching away from your fingers.

"Look, if we want to launch product next year, I need Stark." Maya continued. "He just lacked a decent incentive. Now, he has two."

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"You heard all that, right?" Steve asked harshly as he delayed getting on the next plane.

"Yes, Rogers, I heard that." Fury said in an exasperated voice. "And I will track her down. Barton, Romanoff, be ready to leave when Rogers gets there."

"Yes Sir." Natasha's voice was soft on the other end of the group call.

"We'll see you when you get here Cap." Clint's voice was friendly on the other side.

"Right." Steve sighed, hanging up with a bit of difficulty before boarding the plane. He looked out the window, feeling nauseous. These airplanes were definitely different from the quinjets. He didn't like them as much. They felt to. . . vulnerable.

And it wasn't as fast as the quinjets. Speed was needed. What if he got there to late to do anything? He tried to text Clint and Nat to go without him, that he'd catch up, but he wasn't sure if the text sent. It was hard enough dealing with new technology with the weird airplane interference.

Steve tried to relax into the plane, running his fingers along his own tattoo, a little golden retriever.

He closed his eyes, trying to remember the feeling of wind through his fur, and the happy feeling that came with his soulmate. Of running, jumping into-

Steve was jolted out of his peaceful thoughts as the plane took off. His hand dropped from his soulmate mark. It didn't matter anymore.

He just had to focus on saving Starks'. 

[pugs-cats-bb-8]

P3 Reload Part. 2

Mystery burger?

"Maybe I'm not as charming as his sandwich". 🤣🤣

The game gulits you into spending time with your friends. 🤣🤣

"Stunt their growth". That's why I never open any invitations that I don't intend to take. I fear it's going to cost me points. Is that true for 5? 🤷‍♀️don't know, but don't wanna find out.

I thought Akihiko's food was knitting. 🤣🤣 I can see him picking up knitting.

He kinda cute. I like his bangs.

Fancy cafe.

Your teacher is also your nurse? Is the school low on funds?

The message for the rank isn't going up this time makes it seem like you've hit some kind of block.

I swear they changed the story.

I miss 5 where you can just shoot stuff.

Are we inside an alien? Egypt?

Golden Hand's evasion is sky high.

I miss hearing the Persona names every time you changed. That's how I learned to pronounce them.

Did they redesign the enemies?

Looks like Marie in the end game.

Splitting up is how you get picked off.

I like this dude. Is this Toshiro when he was in high school?

Why do I think Ikutsuki's going to push you off the roof?

Does Japan have massively hard exams or is everybody just stupid? Like if you know a test is coming up, study! It's not that hard. I hardly studied and I passed. Then again, I remember stuff or am able to bullshit most stuff. 🤷‍♀️

I don't think Kenji's on the same page as the teacher. Also what is up with people being creeps? Like you can have a crush on your teacher, but you never cross the line. I don't understand how anyone could have the balls to ask out someone who is at least 10+ years older than them while they're a minor. Your ass, their ass and the school's ass are going to get burned. You're going to end on the 4 o'clock news. 🤣🤣

We had a teacher do that. Our high school Spanish teacher. Not my Spanish teacher, the other Spanish teacher. (We had three Spanish teachers. It wasn't mine and I had a different one in 10th grade. So it had to be the other). It made the news. My school always makes the news for bad shit, hardly ever good shit. 🤷‍♀️ Serves them right.

"More than you do" 🤣🤣

I don't think a teacher called a student "a loser". Not unless Kenji has my 10th-grade Principals Of Chemistry teacher, who used to swear in class.

Orphans.

He ate an Odd Moresal? I wouldn't even give that to my friends.

That voice doesn't match the model. (Bitter-looking man, English).

I've heard about this link.

I think I know that voice.

That's cool, Gurulu.

"That's not very nice". Says the dude who breaks into the room.

I like Bebe.

You can tell this game is old. Computer programs 🤣. I remember those.

You get to go out after that? In 5 you'd be confined to Leblanc, which isn't that bad since in Royal you have a good amount of choices even if the game keeps you inside.

Miyamoto reminds me of Ryuji if Kamoshida never happened.

There's other people in the door.

The hell it isn't.

I love how the teacher covers it up. 🤬🤬

Damn, she survived that long in Tartatus! Wouldn't she need to eat, at least one meal?

I love how it only runs the washing hands sound and not the bathroom sound.🤣🤣

I don't think now's the time to flirt with Yukari.

Morgue🤣🤣 It be funny if the school had a morgue, kinda creepy too.

You have to pay to scan the shadows? Was it like that in the original?

The nurse is a bit weird but cute.

Poor Miyamoto.

[doomboogie]

i'm gonna bitch about 3reload just to get it out somewhere instead of swimming around my brain. i hope to be proven wrong once i get to actually devote more time to it in a few weeks but there's some things that i'll never be happy about lol

the 5ification of the game really bothers me, and it feels like style over substance but still lacking soul. I'm of a firm belief that what works for one game doesn't work for another, and the heavy stylization and graphical nature of 5 doesn't work for 3 imo

like wow yeah the menus are fluid (literally) and there's some super stylized design going on, but how does such design serve the game? the jagged edges, graphic art stylization and asymmetry worked for 5 because it was reminiscent of a ransom note and comic books. the same design points are in 3 because....? the water is here because....? sea of souls? because it's blue? it feels like everyone lost their minds over the ~style~ of 5 and so they decided to do it again

the element icons are atrocious and so difficult to understand at a glance, the exclamation to mark weaknesses is a poor choice. the one thing they really should have copied from 5 is the one they didn't.

the portrait redesigns also got hit. junpei is pale as hell, like they forgot to give the oranges and pinks and yellows of a living person to parts of his face. The Same Face is popping up, Yukari looks like Generic Cute Girl with the same face as nearly all the girls in 5. The expressions are softened, too, her original angry portrait showed disdain but now it's just kinda frustrated. i don't care for the stretched skeleton models, but that was a complaint i had for 5 as well.

voices are a personal thing and some people really like them or hate them. i think the ENG direction for aki and yukari wasn't great, they're both very chipper when their previous directions were a calm veneer just barely hiding intensity, and annoyance constantly peeking out from a stepford smile all the while hiding a deep resentment. these are things that are picked up within moments of meeting these characters in the original, we immediately get the realization of "oh these kids are more fucked up than i thought". they've both lost their edge with the new direction, and personally i don't like smooth voice akihiko but that's a me thing. junpei is great, the VA had a huge amount of pressure on him to perform and i think he's the best in the cast, keeping a similar tone of voice but with his own spin. mitsuru is fine. i think clarke only has like 3 voices so i don't hear the character so much as i hear her - this was an issue i've had in other games too. i have not yet heard shinji, but given the choices made for aki i'm not holding my breath. i'm especially worried about ken.

and the music. the music got hit hard with the 5ification stick. it's lost the grime and funk, why can't i feel the percussion and bass in my stomach anymore? the lady singer sounds like she's too embarrassed to actually get into the song, the pronunciation of 'baby' is jarring every time, they changed the dorm theme for some reason??? they added a new song for getting the drop on shadows? for that particular complaint they were stuck between a rock and a hard place, though; if they used Wiping All Out it would just (rightfully) piss off the FemC fans even more, so now they have to use a (imo) bland song instead.

i'm not even getting into the FemC thing. she deserves more, though.

idk maybe i'll like aigis this time

[flyingtomyneverland]

genshin characters taking care of you after you got injured/hurt (comfort)

announcement: hello! it's me :) it's been a while since my last update, but a lot has changed (also a heartbreak but hey, i can write angst even better now!) . i've decided on a kind of restart, a complete redesign of my profile and layout. i want a fresh start and also hope that i will manage to be active (or at least more active than before ;)) there's nothing more to say, have a nice day and enjoy <3 oh, please check out my new masterlist while you're at it, thx ^^

» summary: you accidentally got hurt/injured in their absence (nothing too serious). luckily you have your partner to look after you.

» tw: light injury (non graphic, non descriptive)

» including: childe, zhongli, diluc (x gender neutral reader)

childe

it was already evening when childe found his way to the small, cosy cottage in the midst of a wonderfully green meadow and dreamlike little flowers where you two lived. to your regret, there was nothing of this otherwise cheerful mood to be seen at that time. outside there was a mercilessly stormy weather, which made you shiver even in front of the flickering fireplace. the wind shook the windows, the water whipped against the glass and you had your arms tightly wrapped around your body.

you didn't know how long you sat there, staring at the dancing flames, but after some time you are torn from your thoughts when you hear the click of the door. and a little later - finally - a drenched harbinger stands before you, his orange hair is dishevelled and wet, sticking to his cheek and a bag of your favourite biscuits in his hands.

" angel!", he calls out to you. " i'm sorry, i'm late. just today recruits arrived from the homeland...", his gaze falls to your foot, azure eyes widening. " y/n? what happened?"

it doesn't even take him two steps as he reaches you, the biscuits forgotten as his hands find your face, worryingly cupping it. you have to giggle at his expression. "eeh! ajax, your hands are cold!", you complain.

" there's a bandage on your foot!"

" don't worry. i fell down a hill."

" hill?!"

" well, maybe it was a cliff...but a small one! "

a long drawn out sigh can be heard, his eyebrows draw together, shoulders slump. " i shouldn't have let you go on this mission. i should have gone with you... ", but before he can continue, you place your hands gently on his shoulders, leaning forward to press a sweet kiss to his cold cheek.

" it's not your fault. i should have been more careful. ah- no, don't say anything now. ", you silence him with another kiss, this time directly on his lips and watch him fail to surpress the little smile that spreads on his face.

" y/n-" || " -you brought me biscuits"

childe nods slowly.

" your favorite. but y/n..." || "... can we cuddle in bed? please, please... "

you look up at him, a winning smirk as your boyfriend sighs in defeat. you feel his arms tighten around you and the next moment he has lifted you into the air. " anything for my dearest love.", he nudges your nose gently with his own and the loving touch makes you chuckle. " the strong harbinger shall escort you to the bedroom!", you laugh at his childish words, laying your face on his chest. your nose picks up the familiar, salty smell of sea and shore as you close your eyes, his warmth slowly taking you in. you have missed him. so much. and suddenly, you feel your lids growing incredibly heavy.

you yawn.

childe leans down, carefully brushing a few strands of hair from your face.

" are my hands still cold, precious? ", a faint whisper of his voice, you feel his soft lips against your ear.

but how could one feel cold, when it is the the warm, beating heart of an infatuated harbinger you hold in your very own hands?

zhongli

if you had been more careful last night, you wouldn't have fallen down the stairs and been stuck at home with an injured arm. zhongli had refused to let you go on the mission to guyun forest, even though you assured him that there would be no dangers involved. he insisted that you must take it slowly from now on - he wanted you to recover fully first. there was one good thing about it all. you were taken care of round the clock by your wonderful, concerned lover. he wouldn't even let you help prepare the tea.

you watch as the tall figure of the ex-archon elegantly holds the porcelain teapot in his fingers, the smell of jasmine tea seeping through the room as he deftly pours the tea into two cups, then taking them to you at the table where you have already been placed on one of the wooden chairs. you look at him, admiring how the afternoon sun illuminates the man's sharp, handsome features, making the dark hair shimmer softly in the light. even after all this time, you are not able to take your eyes off him. you wonder how it is possible that a man is gifted with such ethereal beauty.

" there, darling. i am positive you will like this one. ", zhongli meets your gaze as he places the cup in front of you. "a herbal tea with local mixtures. it is one of the most traditional beneficial drinks to help your system rejuvenate...", you can't help but smile as you finish his sentence. "... and it is also a natural relaxant for mind and body. it improves the nervous system and helps with insomnia.", a poor imitation of him as you try your best to deepen your voice to match his. " you've told me this so many times, i know it by heart by now.", you lean forward teasingly, raising your eyebrows. zhongli falters in his movement, his eyes watching you attentively and for a moment you thought he might have found your joke in poor taste... but then, to your relief, you catch his eyes slowly brightening and the lips curl into a beautiful smile. he laughs softly, a deep, melodic laugh and your heart flutters at the sound. " please be more careful next time, dearest. i can not bear to see you in such an unpleasant state. ", he walks around the table and behind you. you feel his arms wrap around your shoulders and the warmth of his body reaches deep within you with every breath he takes. you lean back, enjoying the calmness that your lover radiates. just like an immovable mountain to lean against as the world spins. " i will.", you say and his hand wanders up. warm fingers brush over your cheek and you nestle into the big hand.

" promise? ", he asks.

" promise."

you wished this moment would last for all eternity.

diluc

waking up next to the most attractive, most loving and caring man in teyvat is truly a blessing and to this day you can't understand how you got so lucky, even though your lover firmly claims otherwise.

the rays of the rising sun gently shine through the window and tickle your face, making you squint your eyes and turn over.

just a little more...

you sigh as you slowly blink, sleep still holding you tightly and you fear falling back into the soft pillow, the heavy, warm blanket embracing you so perfectly that it makes you feel all sleepy again. next to you diluc groans. between the two of you he was always the first to wake up, but today seemed to be an exception. your gaze falls on the man who has wrapped one arm loosely around you. he is now pulling you closer to his chest, his eyes still closed. the other arm wraps around your waist and with this movement you feel your muscles ache.

you wince.

his eyes open, the grip loosens immediately as he looks at you with concern. " y/n? did i hurt you?"

shaking your head, you make a grimace. " morning, luc. just a bit stiff from yesterday's training...", you calm him down, carefully placing your hands on his chest. you feel the slow, calm rise and fall of his chest and the defined muscles under your touch. " just a bit?", he raises his eyebrows and examines you sharply. you bury your face in his shirt, your unintelligible mumbling successfully muffled by the excellent smelling fabric.

" y/n."

how you adored the raspiness of his voice. the way he sounds in the mornings is quite addictive. deeper than usual as it vibrates through his chest. " mhmm~?", you murmur. " look at me.", diluc is still watching you.

" why?"

"please."

you slowly look up, blinking innocently at him as your fingers travel up to his long, soft hair, wrapping a strand around your index finger. diluc sighs. he leans down towards you, his lips ghosting over your cheek and you shiver. " you shouldn't overexert yourself, i've told you many times.", he whispers softly, warm breath on your skin. " i know....it was only yesterday. i was training with the new sword. i simply forgot the time... "

diluc's gaze is gentle as he speaks. " my love.. i wish you to take care of yourself."

" i did. "

" did you take breaks?"

" ... "

you bury your face in his chest again. " i refuse to answer. " his chest falters in the steady rise and fall and to your surprise his soft laugh is filling up the room. " you are incorrigible. ", diluc is still holding you tightly in his embrace as he continues. " y/n, lay on your stomach." you meet his gaze. " hm? "

" i believe a massage will do you good. "

[dragon-kazansky]

Made with love | Helmut Zemo

Chef Zemo AU! 👨‍🍳

Gender neutral reader

Collage by @realremyd

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Part 8

Helmut Zemo was waiting outside of the airport with his car. He parked as close as he could to the doors, right where you should be able to see him when you came out.

It had been a month. You had gone back home to sort out your affairs, with the help of your darling friend Wanda Maximoff, and had done everything you needed to. Things you had sent over were now tucked away safely at home.

Your home. The one you would now share with him.

He checked his watch for the hundredth time in the last ten minutes. He had closed up the restaurant today, wanting to spend it all with you. He just wanted you back in his arms.

Every time the doors opened he would wat h the crowds with Ken eyes, waiting. Yet, you hadn't come out. He sighed as he waits.

Both you and Wanda assured him you would arrive in time. You were even bringing another friend to stay a while.

Over the last month you had been constantly messaging and calling one another. Mostly about all these plans you had cor the restaurant, but also about the two of you.

Helmut promised that once you had moved in, he would spoil you. He was going to make you so very happy.

The doors opened again. His eyes focused on the crowd. His heart began to race and his lips curled into a smile.

There you were. Just as beautiful as he remembered.

Your eyes found his. Friends instantly forgotten, you run toward him. Helmut pushes off his car, opens his arms wide, and meets you about halfway. You collide into him. His arms are instantly wrapped around you and his lips claim yours.

Wanda and Natasha stand by, watching you.

Natasha had heard lots about this Helmut Zemo. Though Wanda was your best friend, Natasha was a special friend too. She was protective over you and wanted to meet the man who had stolen your heart.

Wanda coughs loudly.

You pull away from Zemo, but kept your arms around him, turning to look at your friends with a sheepish smile.

Helmut wasn't even looking at your friends. He could see only you.

"This is Natasha, my other friend. I've told her all about you," you say, looking at him.

"It's nice to meet you," he says, glancing at her. She nods.

"Likewise."

His eyes turns back to you and he has that goofy smile on his face again. He unlocks the car and let's you all in, obviously with you sitting upfront with him.

"Any news on Stark?" You ask, once the car sets off.

"He is doing well. His restaurant is a success."

"And Escorpión Morado?"

"Still open."

You don't like the look on his face or the tone of his voice.

"Helmut?"

He glances at you.

"Stark is stealing my customers. Business is declining and I don't think we have much time before it's out of control."

You look at him, lips tugging into a frown.

"Good thing I'm here then."

He glances at you again, his own lips curling into a smile.

"Yes. It is."

He drives you to the apartment, the girls follow you both up to where Zemo lives and you all enter the main living space.

"My new home."

Helmut comes up behind you and snakes his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. He kisses your cheek and then rests his head in your shoudler.

"Our home."

Wanda taps Natasha on the shoulder and they make their leave, going to stay at the hotel. Once the door closes behind them, Helmut turns you around and kisses you again.

"Welcome home."

You smile softly.

"Thank you."

You were a Sokovian citizen now. It was a lot more straightforward than you had thought.

You're very happy to be here.

"So, the restaurant. I take it it's not open today."

"No. I let Sam and James have the day off so I could meet you and bring you home. Your things are in your room."

"Thank you, but still, are you prepared to go through with this?" You ask.

"Yes. Help me save my restaurant. I need you."

You smile.

"I know you do."

You take both of his hands in yours and hold them, squeezing them lightly.

He smiles handsomely at you. He's never felt so lucky in his life before.

"Where do you want to get started?" You ask.

"What did you have in mind?"

"Well, obviously the menu is important, but what if we start planning the new look for your restaurant. Let's show Stark that with have both good taste in food and interior design. I was doing some shopping and found a fee things. Want to check them out?"

He nods. You ask him to take a seat while you fetch your laptop. You open it on the table in front of you, as you sit next to him.

You're sitting nice and close. His arm settled right next to yours. His knee nudges yours lightly as he rests his elbows on his open lap.

You open up all the tabs you had saved.

"You really have been doing your research," he chuckles.

"I have. New furniture, new floors, new decor and lights. You can pick everything, it is your restaurant. Remember, we're not replacing the restaurant, we are sprucing it up, giving it a new look."

He smiles softly as he looks at you.

"Well, take a look, Helmut."

He turns his eyes back to the laptop, wishing to look at you little longer. He scrolls theough the choices and you make notes on all the things he likes. You help him because what looks good with what, and before you know, you can almost see how it will look.

A couple hours later you get a message on your phone.

Wanda: Breaking in the mattress yet? ;)

You: OMG, WANDA, STOP!

Wanda: What have you been doing then?

You: Redesigning the restaurant. What about you and Nat?

Wanda: Drinks!

You roll your eyes and reply:

You: Not surprised. Have fun! See you later.

You put your phone down and ignore any incoming messages after that.

"Are you hungry?" Helmut asks, raising from the sofa.

"Yeah, actually."

He holds out his hand. You take it and let him pull you up and lead you into the kitchen. He only let's go of your hand to grab his apron and put it on. He then, very smoothly, moves around the kitchen grabbing ingredients.

"What are you making?"

"Schnitzel," he grins at you.

"Is there anything you can't cook?" You chuckle. It's very clear this man has done some globe trotting of his own.

"Many things, but I can also make many things too," he winks at you as he sets up a pan, ready for cooking.

You come to stand beside him. He presents two pieces of pork which he quickly works on pounding thinly. He sprinkles them with salt and pepper.

"Have you ever had schnitzel?"

"No. Which I should be ashamed of considering I have been to Germany."

"Then it will be my honour to give you your ever first!"

You chuckle softly.

He slides over to the empty space of his counter and puts down a bowl and two plates. One plate with flour and salt, the bowl with eggs which he let's you beat, and the final plate with breadcrumbs.

This man's own kitchen is stocked with everything he could need. As you look at him in his own kitchen, which you suppose you can also call your own now, you realise just how much he loves cooking.

"I'll do the first one, you can do the second one, alright?"

You nod.

You watch as he picks up the first piece of pork. He coats it in flour on both side, then into the egg on both sides, and then into the breadcrumbs. He shakes off any excess and pops it into the pan he prepared.

"You next."

You pick up the other piece and do exactly as he had done. Into the flour, into the egg, into the breadcrumbs. You shake off the excess like he had done and he steps back as you place it in the pan.

What you didn't expect was for him to cage you in. He lifts one of your hands to the pan and stands right behind you as you now both cook.

You can hear his soft breathing in your ear. The hand he has resting on your hip make your spine tingle. You're very much aware of how close he is to you.

His lips brush against your ear.

You shiver involuntarily.

He chuckles softly, his breath brushing the shell of your ear.

Before you can think too much about what he's doing, he promptly take the schnitzel out of the pan and onto a plate with paper towels on it. He leaves you rather quickly, going to pick up some leafy salad from fridge.

You take a deep breath and try to keep your composure. God, the way he makes you feel!

He returns and plates up the schnitzel, slicing a lemon and placing the slices on top of each one, serving with a bit of the salad.

He turns to you with a smile.

"Schnitzel."

You chuckle and take one of the plates. You both sit down and tuck in. Once again you're left blown away by this man's skill, but there was also the fact you helped.

Zemo makes a low moan after eating some of his.

"This is good."

"I should hope so, you made it."

He chuckles, looking at you.

"Actually you did. This is the one you prepared."

You look down at his plate. He had purposely taken the one you had done. You smile softly.

"You're eating my one?"

"Yes."

You bite your lip shyly. Once again he leaves you a shy blushing mess.

When you finished eating, Helmut cleaned up, though you did make a fuss about helping him. After losing that little argument, you headed to your room.

For a spare room it was big enough for you. You could fit in quite nicely here. You unpacked your cases and spent a bit of time planning on where this is would go or what you would need to buy. This was your space. You would make it your own.

A knock on the door had you sitting up on your bed. Your handsome chef enters the room and smiles at you.

"What do you think?" He asks.

"I like it."

Helmut sits down on the bed with you and pus you into his side. You cuddle against him, feeling content.

"I'll get to see you every day now."

You chuckle softly.

"Yes. Lucky bastard, aren't you?"

"I'd say so."

You kiss him softly. He places a hand on your cheek and looks at you with the softest gaze.

He almost wants to say it.

He doesn't.

Not yet.

You smile softly as you close your eyes and sit with him in the quiet room.

Today is the beginning of the next chapter of your lives.

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[carmensandiegosbitch]

I saw in the tags of your pinned post, that you possibly write for Steven universe. I was wondering if you could write a piece where the Crystal Gems find another half gem/half human? I've tried writing it myself in the past, but could never get it the way I want it. If not, I understand.

Hope you have a great day! :-)

It had been months since Steven had left and things were going fine, despite Pearl’s never-ending worries of the things falling apart after his departure. Amethyst, Pearl and Garnet (or sometimes Ruby and Sapphire) had taught some of the other gems that had graduated to be teachers instead of them; so they could catch a break after the Spinel attack and Steven’s breakdowns that caused him to turn into that worm thing.

“Anyone who said gems don’t need to rest are so damn wrong.” Amethyst said, sipping the apple juice from a box. “Pearl what are you organizing this time? I thought this was supposed to be break time not ‘let’s redesign the house that is technically not ours’ time.” She continued as she stretched her neck to reach Pearl’s face. She was just worried for the poor Pearl who had been workaholic-likely teaching non-stop who didn’t seem to let go of that bad hobby of hers.

“I’m fine don’t worry… where’s Garn-” She was interrupted by Garnet storming into the house; like she had been running for hours. The other two gems gathered around her and both of them asked in sync: “MY STARS WHAT HAS HAPPENED?” She then gestured them to back away from her. They did as she said; “I just bumped into someone.” Amethyst raised a brow at her as she scratched the back of her head.

“Not a normal someone though.” That sentence made the heart they didn’t have drop. Pearl laughed nervously and said: “You probably ran into Steven… Oh wait he’s gone.” Then she went backwards to sit on the couch and continued: “Who was it? A gem? A human?” Garnet murmured something. Amethyst heard what she said and her eyes widened and she turned to Pearl; “She says she saw a gem-human… just like Steven.” “How is that possible? Garnet are you sure?” Garnet nodded at Pearl and said: “She also said she was the daughter of a diamond.”

While all of that was happening, a girl with short black straight hair walked through the little Homeworld as Lapis and Peridot saw her. The blue and green gem looked at her face. Her hair has blocked her forehead but they were sure there was a gem on it. “Is that… a diamond?” Peridot nearly screamed but Lapis covered her mouth and said: “Shhh! We’ve seen all the 4 diamond and none of them are… black.” The blue haired gem looked at her with focus, she turned to them and they hid behind the building. Peridot frowned at Lapis as she was still covering her mouth. She laughed awkwardly as she put her hand away. “Do you think we should tell Bismuth?” Lapis nodded as they took the way of going to her place, but they saw her in front of them.

“Guys have you seen that-” They shushed her and took her somewhere else; so they’d be sure the girl couldn’t hear them. After they told her that Peridot thinks she’s a half diamond like Steven, but younger Bismuth stayed silent for a few moments. “I mean it is possible. The diamonds kept a lot of secrets that even Pink herself never knew about. Any gem who realized about them would’ve been shattered so…” all three of them gazed at each other in fear.

The green colored gem elbowed Lapis and said: “Now I say I TOLD YOU SO LAZULI!” “Um excuse me…” the three gems froze as they heard the strange soft voice. They turned their heads to the voice to see the girl yet again as she continued: “Hi! I’m Sandra. Do you know where can I find Garnet?”

Sorry it took so long and sorry if it's not what you had in mind

[faulty-writes]

Alright so. For the past few days, I have just wanted to scream. Mostly because writing is a passion of mine and I'm tired of all the excuses and boundaries I've experienced with it lately. So I figured, I'd make some comfort pieces. Not sure if these are headcanons or drabbles. But all credit for this prompt goes to this lovely individual. Please excuse my icons appearances below, I made them in a rush. I'll redesign them later. Until then I hope you enjoy, at least you know faulty-writes cares.

PROMPT: You’re just lying on the floor of your bedroom, maybe listening to music, reading, or just staring up at the ceiling. Your comfort character walks in, not saying a word (or they do whatever) and just lays down next to you, maybe they join in on whatever task you’re doing if you’re doing one. Now you’re just vibing.

Nothing had been going right lately, the more you tried the worse it got. Like some invisible entity was hand-delivering you a continuous dose of karma for little to no reason. Despite being a third-year student and someone who faced down countless villains. You, for once, felt utterly defeated as you laid on your bedroom floor, staring at the ceiling.

You didn't expect anyone to knock on your door, "Pardon! Y/n, but may I have permission to enter your bedroom?" you should have known Tenya would take it upon himself to check on your well-being and show concern when he saw you laying on the floor with your arms and legs spread in such a way that it appeared you truly had just plopped yourself down and refused to move.

He was immediately by your side, lowering himself to his knees before leaning over you. Taking you in from head to toe to make sure you were physically okay. "Are you injured? Did someone grow violent and push or harm you in any way?!" his hand as usual chopped through the air as he rambled off his questions but you simply shook your head refusing to speak.

He seemed to take the hint that something was wrong, but also seemed to understand that his questions wouldn't get him anywhere. "I hope you have properly cleaned this floor prior to laying on it," you knew Tenya was a clean and tidy person, the thought of laying on a dirty floor must have disgusted him. But you hadn't fully expected him to do it, that is lay next to you. Staring at the ceiling just like you and you tried to ignore the tingles that coursed through your skin when your hands brushed against one another.

The silence was almost welcomed, and Tenya seemed to understand that perhaps all you needed was someone to sit with you through the silence and be there for the possible storm that could follow. Slowly he enclosed his hand around yours and gave it a reassuring squeeze which caused you to turn your head. You were surprised to see such a kind smile on his face but somehow you knew it meant that everything would be okay.

The television was the only thing that illuminated the room as you laid on the floor, listening to the voices echo and drone on about something you didn't know or care about. Maybe you had put the television on so you wouldn't feel alone. It had been a rotten day and though you could have easily climbed into bed, slept the rest of the night away. You found yourself not wanting to move an inch.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't notice your closest friend, Taishiro walk into the room. His round curvy figure maneuvering past the doorframe and a bright smile was on his face before he took notice of how dark the room was. "Enjoying yourself a little shade are ya?" he teased in his normal happy tone before he went to flick the lights back on, "I think a little sunshine looks better on ya," he joked, but his smile faded when he noticed you laying on the floor.

Taishiro normally wasn't one to pry, unless you happened to be a villain. But you should have expected him to ask you again and again what was wrong. The way his gentle hand grasped and tugged your arm, "Come on now, let's see that bright smile! It does wonders for me ya know, whenever I see ya wearing it. Well I couldn't be more blessed knowing I got to see ya so happy," you knew he meant his words, but you still didn't move nor speak and Taishiro seemed to know when he was bested. But even so, you knew that wouldn't stop him from doing what he did next.

He had insisted you would be more comfortable laying on top of him as opposed to the floor. But you remained silent all the same, even as he laid his arms over you. Gently stroking your hair and massaging the small of your back. "Ya know, ya can always tell me anything. I ain't about judging ya for what ya been through, but I also don't mind if ya wanna stay silent. Just as long as I can continue to hold ya nice and close," he said and you could feel his arms tighten around you.

You didn't recall anything after those sweet words, only the continued silence between you and Taishiro and the way your body slowly sank into his. His comforting embrace welcomed after such a rotten day. His breathing seemed to drown out the television as you closed your eyes and allowed that very sound to lull you to sleep. It was more comforting than you'd admit, feeling so safe and sound in someone's arms. Knowing you'd be protected until the morning.

Music was the one thing that seemed to comfort you after a bad day, the lyrics depicting your emotions perfectly as they echoed in your ears and allowed you to drown out the world around you. The sounds outside your door blocked out, and for good reason. You didn't want to face anyone today. In fact, you were pretty certain that you didn't want to see anyone for the rest of your life.

But your classmates seemed to notice the fact that you had locked yourself away and it seemed they had voted that Shouto Todoroki would be the one to check up on you. However, the knocks went unnoticed by you as did the fact that Shouto let himself in after he heard no response. It was almost scary to open your eyes only to see two different colored ones staring back at you, but Shouto seemed indifferent to your reaction. "Are you alright...why are you on the floor?" he questioned in his usual monotone way.

It was almost amusing when Shouto took notice of the music you were listening to, the sound faintly blasting from your earbuds. "You can't hear what I'm saying with those," he stated, but all you saw were his lips moving. He blinked and reached down, attempting to take one earbud out but you grasped his hand and simply shook your head. "Oh...I see," his posture relaxed some as he got the message and proceeded to sit next to you, crossing his legs to allow his arms to rest on his ankles.

He didn't entirely seem to understand why you were doing what you were doing. But in a way, it was nice to have his company. After a long moment, you noticed Shouto was staring at you like he was waiting for you to say or do something. You reached up, taking out one earbud to hold out to him. He seemed confused by the gesture but took it anyway, "Would...you like me to listen with you?" he questioned, though it took him a few seconds to place the earbud into his ear. Eyebrows furrowing together as the new sound echoed through his ear.

You wouldn't have thought that Shouto of all people could provide you with silent comfort. But it was nice that he was there and taking part in something you loved to do. Eventually, you convinced him to lay on the floor with you and found yourself smiling as you played song after song for him. The curious expressions that played across his face almost made your horrible day worth it. You only paused the music for a short moment to thank him, but he seemed oblivious to the reason behind your thank you. Maybe one day he'd learn just how much his presence comforted you.

[seelestia]

aww shucks :33 thank you dear author !! Maybe I am a writer after all, just maybe not a writer in my own standards hehehe

It's really interesting to see what you said as both a reader and a writer, it seems to me as a reader you value more characterization and how other writers would write to characters in their own perspectives based on the lore + the personalities of the character in game (I myself really like it when the writer has a firm grasp on the characterization of the character, and it's even better if they add something unconventional to them but still feels familiar and something the character would 100% do canonically)

BTW, I saw the tags and since you've asked so nicely ~

My favorite characters pretty much consist of the shorty squad; Venti, Scaramouche, and Aether

Venti is actually the reason why I got into the fandom as his character design really intrigued me (When i first saw him online I fr thought he was a girl and was like- Xiao's twin because of their color palettes being so similar awkward considering i later on start to ship xiaoven) and once I actually started doing research on his lore, I became even more interested ! He is now my favorite character lore wise :DD

Scaramouche, I'm not gonna lie the only reason I love Scara is because his design is really immaculate in my eyes (sadge that he's getting redesigned D'':) And just like Venti—I looked into his lore and became interested ! (then I heard his in game voices, for japanese and english, and boi I was whipped)

Aether is one of my favs because I find him really interesting, I really like reading other peoples headcanons for him, whether it be him using sign language to communicate because in game he doesn't talk as much, or when it's him being the more emotional twin of the two, I just love it all :D Lore wise, the fact that Aether may or may not be a deity, as well as Lumine, is really interesting— honestly tho, the entire lore surrounding the twins is really interesting, their reasonings for helping the abyss when they're the abyss twin, the way they say that the other twin should see the whole Teyvat before they can reunite once again- there's so much mystery and ANGST I love it :''D

I have a lot of other fav characters that I have just cuz I really resonate with them but these three shorties are the ones I usually gravitate to :P

Wow that was a long ramble, but since we're already here- how bout you my dear author? Any favorite characters based on lore, appearance, or personality? - Sincerely, angsty anon 👹✨

hehe, i'm proud of you, anon! i hope there will come a day where you'd deem yourself fit to be considered a writer in your standards,

mhm, each writer views characters through their own lens and that is something i find quite beautiful in a way <3 i'm not a picky reader because i've always loved all writers' interpretations even if they differ from mine — but i am picky as a writer because my works are how i share my interpretations and i really want to communicate them as best as i can ;( but i try not to push myself too hard, dw!

( spoilers about ei's second story quest and the backstory for kaeya and childe !! )

"add something unconventional to them but still feels familiar and something the character would 100% do canonically" THIS !! the exact ideology i strive for as a genshin writer 🙏 i love to write while considering how a chara's backgrounds/environments and habits could've possibly affected their reactions to certain things. it may seem like overly extensive efforts, but it's always been worth it to me! ;D (which is why i am selective when it comes to writing for unreleased characters, unless i've gathered enough info and observed them for a while like scaramouche and dainsleif.)

i love the way venti and scara attracted you with their designs first, then you searched up their lore and suddenly, it's too late to turn back fjwkkdksek and aether !! i really wish hoyoverse would give us more lore about the twins and canon traits that differentiate them instead of leaving them to seem like genderswapped versions of each other :( tho i remember during the 'we will be reunited' quest when they said each other's names regardless of the name we input as the player !!

AGREED. the fog surrounding khaenri'ah and the cataclysm is so full of mystery??? and the twin that ruled the abyss order was there to witness it while the other was asleep — but what exactly did they witness? once when going home was their only desire, what kind of horror could've happened that made them change their mind? THE LORE AND THE ANGST.

dw about rambling! i love them and i happen to be a chronic rambler myself too, hehe 🤝 oooo, my favorite characters lore-wise are kaeya, ei and childe! >:)

it's no secret that kaeya has always been a gold mine of mysteries. not just his origins stemming from the destroyed civilization of khaenri'ah and the way he was supposed to be a spy, but the fact that hoyoverse gave him a strained brotherhood with diluc added even more to his already jam-packed lore. and despite the laid-back way he carries himself, i noticed how he struggles with loneliness and reading his letters to diluc from the hidden strife event made me adore his character even more. i don't talk about my interest in kaeya often, but he is definitely my #1 favorite character lore-wise! sometimes, i wonder if he was a limited character and not a starter one, would people have viewed him differently?

ei's second story quest left a long-lasting impression on me even till this day and the loss she experienced after what happened to makoto and her friends :( i still think her first story quest should've been the second instead because it does shed some light on ei's personality (e.g. her unfamiliarity with social interactions since makoto has always been the one to handle that + the way she's behind on trends and even creations like a kamera because she's locked herself in the euthymia for so long), but it would've had a bigger impact and more depth as the epilogue instead of the introductory quest, imo!

on the other hand, childe is interesting to me because of the way he differs from his fellow harbingers, how he places such a strong belief in the tsaritsa, and how he is an oddball yet unapologetically himself. and as much as a morally grey of a character he is, ajax's love for his family makes him more realistic and that he retains a part of his old self even after falling into the abyss. one of the reasons i'm looking forward to snezhnaya is actually to see more of this stupid dumbo. (/lh)

[wfanfic56]

Home | Perfect | Makarov x Reader

Chapter 8

"Vladimir... You redesigned this?"

"Да, I wanted it to look like your old apartment. It is warm when there's a colour. Not only white walls."

"Is this for me?" I approached to the writing table In the corner of the room. "This wasn't here before, neither those planners and laptop."

"Да. I wanted to surprise you when you come back because this house is empty without you. I love you and I want you to show that love." He hugged me tight from behind and sighed heavily.

"Do you want a cup of coffee? I really missed our coffee."

"Let me make it."

"Okay." It was odd that he wanted to do something. He did change for sure, but this much?

"Here you go, ljubavi ( love )."

"I don't think I taught you that."

"Well, maybe I have a reason to learn it." he chuckled. After long time he smiled. Last time I saw him smile was 2 years ago.

"So you're know using my words against me, huh?"

"I have to. I missed you, your fingers in my hear." he lays down on my left thigh "Your calm voice. I know that I need to deserve it, but at least show me a little bit of it. Just 5 minutes and that's all I want."

"Only if you promise me something."

"Whatever you want my princess."

"Promise me that you will share your every problem with me, no matter what."

"I promise you that, Y/N. And I think I have to tell you why I was so much nervous that day."

"If you're feeling uncomfortable then don't. That's in the past."

"No, it was about your life. I wanted to be with you, and I wanted to make new Russia and make you my tsarina. But I needed to make a decision. To risk your life for my plan or risk everything I've done because of you. I choose to risk all I've done just because I couldn't loose someone I love so much."

"And when did you decide that?"

"When you left."

"Why didn't you decide that when I was home?"

"Because I am a coward in front of you." That was the most ridiculous sentence I ever heard coming from his mouth. It made me laugh so hard that tears started falling down my cheek.

"Yes you are a coward. 'Mine' coward. Now come here."