#SINCE I WAS REUNITED WITH MY TABLET

[flovey-dovey]

Happy Valentine’s ya loonies

Meanwhile on the other side of the room comes the sound of lake-creature gurgles. Is he happy? Flustered? ... Aroused? All of the above? One thing is for certain: there’s one or more smooches in Ron’s immediate future.

Ron put so much effort into tying that comically large bow that Gill will (probably) take his time in helping him get out of it and definitely nothing else ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

[reineydraws]

my tablet died and i think my wips are officially lost lmao so here's part of a comic that's prob never gonna get finished. 🥲 tho tbf it's been months since i worked on it so chances were low it'd get done anyways. 😅 my current pfp is from that first montage, but coloured (third image)!

the premise was that the strawhats and the red-haired pirates finally meet. luffy and shanks joyfully reunite and all the strawhats are excited and happily bustling about, touching base with the other emperor's crew--except zoro, who is hanging back and giving shanks the stink eye (second image). eventually shanks notices him and says, very cheerfully, "zoro, hi!" which pisses zoro off further.

usopp or nami ask what's wrong with him and if he's met shanks before, and zoro has the flashback doodle montage in the first image and growls, "yeah, he's my dad's annoying boyfriend." the strawhats are like, "you have a dad???" and then shanks is like, "aw 🥹 did you just call mihawk 'dad'? cute!" and then the strawhats are gaping like, "mihawk is your dad????????" (except for luffy in the back who goes, "shanks has a boyfriend? :D") and the comic ends on zoro angrily blushing and telling everyone to shut up.

anyways, it was something like that. �� i hope you at least enjoyed the summary haha.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Heya! If you are doing requests then may I request Nagito x Junko's little sister reader? I think it'd be fun!

This sounds a lot like a series I started last month so I'll just continue with the same story line 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

Third Enoshima | Yandere Nagito Komaeda

“What an honor! To be in the presence of such overwhelming hope!’

Before the killing game, you float around between the classes 

Considering most if not all of your education was condensed into a single-person course

Somehow organized by your guardians

One of the many students you got to know was Nagito

The wide-eyed oddly degrading friend who seemed to put everyone on a pedestal

Especially you

His behavior reminds you far too often of your sisters 

Only his obsession doesn’t even pretend to be platonic

“Oh my ultimate hope! Would you like to join me for lunch today? I happen to be graced with the perfect table for us to sit at!”

��This…just looks like a candle lit dinner.”

“My luck is is as unpredictable as ever.”

And always for his benefit

You don’t mind since your used to obsessive people your sisters

You do not condone the way he treats the honor students

Often scolding you when he interrupts you trying to hang out with them

“Not cool Nagito! You can’t just say that to people!”

“Forgive me for being so forward but would you put a deity on the level of maggots?”

When he’s finally effected by despair

It doesn’t get much better

On the command of Kamakura and Junko’s final message he’s one of your most adamant pursuers

“Oh (Y/n) the Seed of Despair! The silent flame of the fire that will bring despair to all! I will do right by Junko’s name and make sure you breed the Despair you were born to!”

It’s likely Munakata and the Hope Foundation uses you as bait to lure him

And he’s absolutely insane 

Losing his composure at the mere sight of you

Drooling

Scratching at the glass and metal crate

Smooching his face against the class

Humping the glass

Granted it’s just a hologram because according to Munakata–”Filth doesn’t deserve to be anywhere near diamonds even if for the fate of the world.”

After his treatment though, it’s believed that you because you’re now closely affiliated with the Hope Foundation will never see or hear from him again

You quickly proved wrong when a secret message and video file pops up on your private tablet

“I’m wishing you the best with your new life, (Y/n). I know those days we used to know each other are long since past and you are happily settled with the Future foundation. But as I’m learning to value myself more I’m also paying heed to what I want and what my friends want–”

You immediately try to record 

Pressing frantically as the button doesn’t seem to work

You go for your phone

“Don’t try to record this. It won’t actually compute the image on your screen. That being said I mean no harm, when I say we think you belong with us. We know how much pain we’ve brought the world. But I see no problem with preserving hope and if the Foundation can’t keep us away then they clearly aren’t the best fit for the job."

You get up, planning to run directly to Munakata

Only to find your tablet begin to overheat as the video message fizzles out

“My hope! My (Y/n)! We’ll be reunited soon. I can only count the minutes before we can spend our days together! Forever!”

[if-mirrormine]

the morning after

summary: the follow up to drunken confessions

pairing: grayson x mc

word count: idk bestie alot

based on the request: you had a drabble that was grayson drunkenly confession his love to mc at a party and it was chefs kiss and i remember sending an anon message saying that i think a follow up of the next day would be amazing. i can't find the ask anymore but think in my original anon message it was something like they talk about it and mc reciprocated and they get together the next day (yay fluff) and it's either the day before or the day of callies birthday party and they're planning on telling everyone at the party but oh no mc never shows up and grayson only got to live his dream for a few hours before mc goes missing for 10 years be (yay angst). You replied like "sounds like a good drabble idea" and bestie I haven't stopped thinking about it since

**unedited//this is kinda all over the place and idk how good it really is but i think my eyes will start bleeding if i look at it any longer**

request a drabble here!

grayson wakes with a start and a pounding in his head that rocks his senses. he pauses, willing his headache away and failing miserably. groaning, he slumps back onto the bed and drags a hand through his hair.

he feels movement beside him and squinting in the harsh light of the morning, he sees mc sitting next to him on top of the duvet, their laptop on their lap. they pause their work to smile at him.

"morning, sleepyhead!" they say as they reach for a glass of water on the side table and hand it to him. "i was wondering when you'd rise from your coma."

he takes the glass and drinks from it greedily, the cool water soothing his dry throat. "what time is it?"

they hum. "a little past eight."

he groans again, leaning over the mc to put the glass back on the side table. "why didn't you wake me up sooner?

they scoff before going back to their work. "you don't think i tried? you sleep like the dead, gray."

he hums in reply and lies back down on his pillows, his arm slung over his eyes. now that he's more awake, his headache has worsened to a steady throbbing behind his eyes. his mind drifts back to the night before and everything he did to get to where he is now. he remembers the party and drinking way more than he usually would, losing the mc somewhere along the way and reuniting with them. telling them he’s in love with them. twice.

embarrassment takes over, flooding his sense and twisting his stomach. he can’t believe he was so reckless, he should never be allowed to drink again. the thought alone of what they must think of him is makes him groan again, his face buried in hands.

"gray?" they say, nudging his side. "you okay over there?"

i don't think i'll ever be okay again, he thinks to himself but all that manages to come out of his mouth is a muffled, petulant no.

they shuffle on the bed next to him, the old bed frame creaking slightly and he peeks out from under his arm to see them leaning over him. "is it your head? i think there's some paracetamol in the medicine cabinet, if you want." he's quick to shake his head, groaning when that only exacerbates his headache, and they chuckle softly. "only you would martyr yourself over a hangover," they tut, staring down at him in amusement. "wait here, i'll go get them for you."

they're off the bed and out of his room before he can even comprehend it. with another groan, he sits up and, glancing down at himself, he realises that he's in pajama bottoms and one of his sleep shirts. he barely remembers getting home let alone changing into sleepwear which means the mc mustve done it for him. somehow that's even more embarassing than his drunken confession.

"here you go, gronk," they say, suddenly reappearing next to him with two white tablets and his half filled glass of water. he takes the medication and swallows it down in one fluid motion before turning to look at his best friend with a critical eye. they don't seem to be out of sorts. there's no pity in their eyes when they look at him, put off by the idea of him being in love with them for the past six years. no, it's as if the whole thing didn't even happen. they're still mc, he's still grayson. best friends. nothing more, nothing less. for all his hoping though, he knows that's not the case.

"so," he starts, clearing his throat, his anxiety at the situation rises to new levels. "about last night -"

"you mean your love confession?" they clarify and his eyes widen exponentially. this can't be real, he thinks. lord, if you're out there, kill me now please. despite his embarrassment though, they can't keep from smiling at them. "i was wondering when you'd bring that up."

"i- um... i-i don't know what you're talking about," he says quickly, his face burning red and his eyes anywhere but their face.

they pout at him, reaching out to take his face in their hand. "don't chicken out on me now, donohue. you know how long i've been waiting for you to finally say those words?"

he's looking at them now, only half because they're forcing him to by holding his face, and he can't believe the loving smile on their lips. "what?" is all he manages to get out and it makes them chuckle, his cheeks somehow getting even warmer.

"gosh, do i need to spell it for you, gray?" they move their hands from his face to his shoulders, where they proceed to lightly shake him, mindfully of his pounding head. "i love you too!"

"you do?" the words don't make sense in his ears, in his mind. the mc loving him? no, that can't be. he must be going deaf. or crazy. yeah, definitely crazy. sure, he's a little young to be going senile already but there's obviously no other explanation, right?

they laugh again and return their hands to his face. without another word spoken between them, they pull him close, kissing him softly and stealing all the air from his lungs.

he freezes momentarily, unable to comprehend that this is truly happening, but his hands are settling on their hips and pulling them closer. im dead, he thinks. ive died and gone to heaven.

it feels like an eternity has passed before they pull away. still stunned, he peels his eyes open to look at them, that smile of theirs that he loves so much spurring one of his own into existence.

"believe me now?" they quip and he shakes his head slowly, his lips parted and still tingling.

"no," he says, breathless. "maybe if you kissed me again."

amused, they lean forward and give him a peck on the lips, so quick it might as well have not happened at all, and he pouts, following after them when they leave.

"don't tease me," he whines and their smile widens slightly. "why didn't you say anything?"

they shrug. "i was too nervous. guess that makes us even, huh?"

he wraps his arms around them and pulls them onto his lap, resting his forehead against theirs. "say it again."

they hum, their arms going around his neck. "that i love you?"

"yes."

"i love you, gray."

"i love you more."

they're about to protest when he kisses them again. he kisses them long and soft, like he's wanted to every day for past six years and he doesn't stop until his lungs are empty. and even then, he attempts to go back for more.

laughing, they press their index against his lips as they sit back on his lap. "easy tiger," they say. "don't want you suffocating on me."

again, he pouts. "'m making up for lost time." he doesn't know where the boldness - or the neediness - comes from but he chooses not to think about it too much. he's waited for this moment for a long time and now that's it here, he doesn't want it to end.

"sorry, gray; ive gotta put my foot down here," they laugh. "ive got a busy day of errands and you're already late for class."

"i can miss one class," he attempts but they simply shush him again, now using their whole hand to cover his mouth.

"not on your life, mister." against all of his muffled protests, they climb off his lap, moving to the other side of the bed where their laptop sits, turning it off before looking back at him. "youve waited so long, what's a few more hours until callie's party?"

he shakes his head vehemently, ignoring his headache for time being. "nope, can't do it," he insists. "i'll die before then."

"you're so dramatic," they say with a roll of their eyes before moving to kiss his forehead. "school first. and then i'm all yours at seven."

"do you promise?"

"pinky swear."

hooking his pinky finger around theirs, he can't keep the smile off his face. "okay. seven o'clock then."

"seven o'clock," they agree and with one last chaste kiss, he watches them climb off his bed and leave his room, laptop in hand. he lies back down and rolls over onto his stomach, pressing his face into a pillow and screaming in excitement.

he can already tell that this is going to be a great day.

[prinz-vassago]

Gou has an older brother, right? What happens to him later on? Did Gou ever resent him for insulting him and being cold to him?

First of all, I'm sorry for the delay in answering your questions. I'm busy with commissions and now my tablet cable is broken so I'm waiting for the new one to arrive. I did some drawings for this post, but they look ugly, I'm so rusty for traditional art so don't mind how weird they look!! Secondly, thank you for sending an ask about it, I struggle a bit to post details of my characters' stories, so this kind of question is very important to me.

Okay so, It's hard to explain correctly what will happen to him due to the lack of characters posted yet. (I ended up taking a break due to burnout and now my Mugen No Kagi stuff is late!! But I have tons of dudes and girls to post very soon.) Gou's brother is an antagonist that I created so that Gou's backstory wouldn't feel so empty. He doesn't have a name (and I don't intend to give him one); he simply serves to add depth and cause events that will impact the stories of the main characters. An abusive older brother who thinks he can do whatever he wants because he has a respected status in the Japanese imperial army (He's an Officer). In fact he is just very bitter about the things that have happened in his life and takes it out on people. He also feels very burdened having full responsibility for his younger brother, and knows that if Gou fails, it will be his fault. Regarding Gou's feelings towards him, I can say that Gou would definitely like to receive affection in some way, but as his life has been hard since his birth and he has practically never felt real affection from his family, he understands that his brother's way of demanding a lot from him is just a concern so he doesn't end up failing and ruining the family reputation.

(The blade cuts on Gou's face were actually made during katana training with his brother) the cut is also mirrored, but who cares?

Gou see his brother as an extremely exemplary person, and want to be an officer like him, or at least an important soldier. If his brother is mad at him for any reason, he understands that there is something wrong with himself, so he is always trying to be the "perfect young brother". His brother imposes a lot of rules in the house, so Gou's routine boils down to: going to school, returning home, taking care of the corpses and doing daily chores. When he's done he spends the rest of the afternoon and night doing his stuff and reuniting with the club.

Gou's brother knows that he has a girlfriend (wait for her), and also knows that he is a strange child, but he doesn't really care about it at first and have no idea what really happens. (When he's off work, he basically watches television and listens to the radio all day while Gou does his chores. Sometimes he spends the day with a woman he has romantic interests in.) Eventually, Gou will start to disobey some rules and return to the house after days and this will greatly irritate his brother who will be bothered by Gou's strange behavior. He will also notice strange smells on him, and will soon discover a pile of stolen skulls and creepy stuff Inside Gou's room. He will then start following Gou to find out what he is doing while outside, and will find out about the occult club and the graves desecration.

What I plan for him is an unexpected encounter with Akumu during a fucked up moment, and Akumu ends up killing him (Eventually this will be clearer?? I don't have many details about what his end will be as I might change my mind, so take this with a grain of salt! ) You can actually read more about Gou in his Toyhouse page.

btw bonus

[creationverseblog]

Hi Everyone, You've been wondering how I made Creationverse, right? Welp, Guess it's time I tell you the truth about how it all started years ago.

It all started when I was still in highschool in 10th grade. I was listening to music on my tablet cause I didn't have a phone back then due to how much responsibility I need to keep my phone safe and all the paying bills every month and month. While I was listening to music, I saw one video of Undertale that got me interested that I just had to watch. Then I did and I was impressed by the YouTuber’s creativity. So I thought, why not create my own creations. And I said, oh what the heck let's do it.

After I got home, my sister showed me this app called “Gacha Life” for the first time and I knew that'll definitely help me start my creations. But as I was about to get started. I was lost and didn't know what to do first. So I grabbed my SketchBook and started making anything that came to my mind. But it once struck me. I was watching one of the episodes of Dragon Ball about orphans. I knew things were gonna change forever. So I started making my own Oc's but based on their colors of a rainbow and started making my first story called “The Plight of the Children”. Months and months to 2018-2019, I was getting popular on Wattpad by my stories and my Oc's orphans. I don't know why I made my Oc's orphans but I do feel bad for the orphans that are still here right now without a family.

Afterwards when I reunited with Katie and all the breakup and betrayal by my friends. My creations were starting to break into pieces. I didn't trust my family at the time due to my trust issues and all the things they did. A month later before my 16th birthday, I wasn't feeling well and I had some kinda toothache. When It was my turn to perform on stage. I was about to speak before I slowly passed out on the ground. Causing everyone to scream and panic. A few hours later, I woke up at the hospital and the doctor told me I had a tooth infection. Meaning that it needs to come out. So, I stayed in my room for hours and hours till it was nighttime. It was now time for my second surgery.

As they slowly passed me out and did their thing. I was a Vision of Katie in my dream. Telling me to live for us and my creations. I saw the souls from undertale around me with my own determined soul. Then it hit me, If I can make anything. This means that I can make all my Oc's have their own soul traits based on their personality. After days of being in the hospital before my birthday, I started working on Gacha club. Making character to character and making them just as I remember in my dream. But it didn't feel right on my Oc's. So I add the flowers to make them more amazing since it has flowers in undertale. Me and Katie have been talking and talking about new ideas and what the story is gonna be like in the series.

Katie thought we should have a puppet as our main antagonist and I thought it'd be a great idea. There was some YouTubers and artists that inspire me to create this series like Passion-Rising, FlamyFurami, Ponyverse, Camila cuevas and the rest out there who inspired me. Before 2023, I thought of my world not being filled with humans and monsters. Thankfully, I thought humans and hybrid animals fit Thx to these anime, Bna (Brand New Animal) and Aggretsuko. As for the characters, they are portrayed by the characters I like. For example, Sukie is portrayed by Hazel from infinity train and a younger version of me when I was 7. Alek was portrayed as “Bird protector” when I was 6 before the day of my 7th birthday after i got interested in “Monsters inc” for the first time.

As for the name of Creationverse, I was about to name the series “Starpex” but I knew it wasn't gonna fit due to all the fighting, Deaths, Romance, and polite twists. So I think, think and think. Till I figure it out. Since my mind was filled with creations and my own universe. I decided to put it all together by removing “Uni” and created my own name for my series. “Creationverse” and that's how the series begins thx to my script in my head. “Taking a few deep breaths” Welp, That's about how Creationverse started. Glad I can explain it to you guys. If you have any questions, please don't be afraid to ask. See ya and Tysm for everything. ^^

[vthewriter1121]

Beyond the stars

Chapter 2

Love me, anyway

(JUNO X Fem Reader)

"J has touched down," echoed a voice outside the receiving end of the air base where my spacecraft had landed. The air pod's doors creaked open with a rush of smoke and air, and I emerged slowly, adjusting to the mix of greens and blue sky after years on Mars. The Earth's gravitational pull felt heavier than I remembered, prompting me to keep my space suit on, as advised by home base. Surveying the bustling scene around the docking station, a mix of familiar faces and new arrivals greeted me, and I couldn't help but smile.

"Wow, lots of new faces, and some old ones too! No need to be shy—I know you all must have questions," I announced with a nervous giggle, suddenly feeling like the center of attention. Blushing slightly, I waved them over, noting a figure that stood out amongst the crowd—my mother. Her smile of genuine relief made my heart swell, and I glided towards her eagerly, meeting her halfway.

"You've grown so much, Juno! Your hair is so short now, and you look so mature," she whispered warmly as she pulled me into a tight embrace. Even through my suit, I could feel her warmth, grounding me in the familiar comfort . Stepping back to look at her, I noticed the gentle signs of aging—more wrinkles, a few strands of gray—but her presence was as reassuring as ever, the woman who shaped me into who I had become.

"Mom, you wouldn't believe what I've seen, the things on Mars I've met!" I exclaimed excitedly, scanning the crowd for a particular face. My expression fell as I realized she wasn't there—my guiding star, Y/N. Disappointment flickered across my face, and my mother noticed immediately.

"She works here, Juno," she said matter-of-factly, smiling knowingly as I turned towards her with embarrassment, letting out a nervous laugh.

"Excuse me, Juno, but we need to test your condition to see if your body can adapt back to Earth's conditions," interrupted a man in a lab coat, flanked by a group of colleagues observing us.

As I followed the scientists towards the testing area, I couldn't shake the anticipation of seeing Y/N again, wondering how she had changed, if at all, since I'd last seen her.The air base buzzed with activity, but my thoughts were consumed by the reunion I hoped would happen soon.

The testing process was rigorous but familiar. Machines beeped and monitors flashed as the scientists measured my physical responses to Earth's atmosphere and gravity. Despite my excitement about reuniting with my Y/N, I focused on cooperating with the tests, knowing they were crucial for my transition back to life on Earth.

After what felt like hours of examinations, the lead scientist approached me with a reassuring smile.

"Your adaptation to Earth's conditions is progressing well, Juno," he said, jotting down notes on his tablet.

"We'll continue to monitor you closely, but so far, everything looks promising. Keep the suit on for a few more days, and then we will see how you feel then alright!”Relieved, I thanked the team and turned to find my mother waiting patiently nearby. Her eyes twinkled with pride and relief.

"I knew you'd handle it like a pro, Juno," she said softly, squeezing my hand.

"Now, shall we find Y/N? She's working in the Missions department” she softly bosted about Y/N.

“So she got a job here after all” I thought to myself.

Finally, we arrived at the Missions ,and Communications wing, where scientists in white coats moved about, engrossed in their work. And there, amidst the controlled chaos of experiments and data analysis, stood Y/N. Her back was turned to us as she focused on a holographic display, her movements precise and deliberate. She was asking about the recent landings……specifically my landing. She looked so worried with her arms waving around. Did she miss me that much?

My heart skipped a beat at the thoughts in my head. I opened my mouth before, and I realized …..I was saying something .

“Y/N?”

Y/N turned around, and our eyes met after what felt like an eternity apart. A smile spread across her face, brightening the room and warming my soul. Without hesitation, she rushed towards me, closing the distance in an instant.I can hear her breathe a sigh of relief.

"Juno, you're finally back," She said shakily as if she was going to cry.

My heart swelled with relief and joy as I reached out to her. Y/N enveloped me in a warm embrace, her H/C hair getting caught in the fabric of my suit.Her overwhelming scent of flowers and sweets sweeping into my helmet. We stood there for a moment, holding each other tightly, the weight of separation melting away. All the little butterflies suddenly returned, and I felt like my 16 year old self again. When I suddenly released, I was in love with my best friend.

"I missed you," I admitted quietly, feeling the depth of my emotions for her. Y/N nodded, her voice barely audible as she murmured something I couldn't quite catch. But at that moment, I understood. I understood the longing, the connection that had transcended the distance between Mars and Earth.

In the midst of the familiar and the new, I knew returning to Earth had been the right choice, even if it was under emergency circumstances overseen by Overwatch. As we lingered in each other's embrace, surrounded by the hum of technology and the buzz of the base, I knew I was home, because she was my home. She gently pulled away, puffing her cheeks out in a mix of frustration and relief.

"I can’t believe you didn't tell me you were leaving! Do you know how worried I was? Then you confess to me and leave me hanging??" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of reproach and teasing. I flinched slightly, anticipating this reaction. But then, unexpectedly, her tone softened, and she burst into laughter, the sound filling the air around us.

Her laughter was like a balm to my soul, something I had longed to hear for years, imagining it in my dreams. Caught off guard by her infectious joy, I found myself blushing and joining in her laughter. It was a release of tension, a shared moment of understanding and connection that reaffirmed our bond.

"Sorry, I really didn't mean to hurt you," I managed to say between giggles. I paused and smiled gently.

“But i really did miss you more than you know” I softly say, hoping she gets what i'm conveying.

Her smile was radiant, and I felt a surge of gratitude for her unwavering support. At that moment, amidst the backdrop of the people around and the swirling emotions between us, I realized how much I had missed her—her laughter, her warmth, her presence ,just her. Y/N clears her throat and pulls me out of my thought’s.

“How about one of these days you come over ,and we will have a sleepover like old times?”

“Yeah how about tonight”

[beefromanoff]

Going Under Ch. 18

summary: following the press conference, the team heads back to the compound where Bucky gives Gianna a tour of where she'll be staying.

characters: Bucky Barnes x OC

soundtrack: somewhere only we know - keane

warnings: fluff, pop star fantasy x love story, set in an AU where the Avengers reunite after Civil War, pre-infinity war, slight angst, hurt/comfort, lonely reader/OC.

author’s note: i'm on my FREQUENT UPLOAD game lately...enjoy! xo

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The last remaining bit of daylight streaked across the sky in deep purple hues as the Quinjet touched back down at the compound. This was the first time Gianna had seen the outside since being brought here following the accident. The famed Avengers Compound stood nestled amidst the picturesque woods, a technological marvel hidden from the world. It’s existence was no secret, but the details were the stuff of legends. 

Some people said this was simply another division of the United States Military. Others claimed it operated as a bed and breakfast for various space-entities and gods. Neither of which were entirely untrue. From what Gianna had gathered, it was multi-purpose. This was where the Avengers split their time, most of the team having residences in both the Tower and at the Compound. There was also a massive training and operations facility for the new and improved SHIELD division, with all intelligence being privately screened and vetted onsite. There was an aviation hangar for all maintenance and storage of their various aircraft, and then several more sprawling units that Gianna had no idea about. Oh, and it all overlooked the most stunning, glassy lake she’d ever seen. 

After they padded down the exit ramp, Gianna turned, realizing she didn’t know where she was going. “I hope it’s not too late to ask for that tour?” Eager, but tired eyes peered up at him.

“I still have an hour or so before the mandatory bedtime.” Bucky mimed checking his watch. 

“I guess we better walk fast.” 

As they crossed through the hangar and into the main building, the grand foyer welcomed them with its polished floors and high-tech holographic displays. Gianna's eyes widened in amazement. "Wow…Bucky, this place is incredible!"

Bucky smiled, his metal arm glinting in the ambient light. He’d undone the top few buttons and rolled the sleeves on his dress shirt, a look reminiscent of a groomsman late in a wedding reception, looking handsome in a disheveled way. "You haven't seen anything yet. Come on, we’ve got a lot of ground to cover. Literally."

They strolled through the spacious common areas, passing by the lavish coffee station that catered to the Avengers' and SHIELD members’ caffeine cravings. "This is where Tony Stark fuels his genius," Bucky quipped, punching a few buttons on a tablet embedded in the marble countertop. 

At first, it looked like any other coffee shop, espresso machines and syrups lining the back wall. As Bucky took a step back, Gianna realized that Stark Industries really did do everything better.

A mechanical arm whirred to life in the dark cafe, whirring through the motions of making a latte. They watched in silence, the sound of the milk frother filling the air and the scent of espresso filling their noses. After a moment, the arm deposited two steaming lattes on the counter, Stark Industries emblazoned in the frothy milk on top.

Gianna took a sip, savoring the rich flavor. "Okay, one sip of this and I feel like I can save the world too. I know the Avengers’ real secret weapon." She dug a teasing elbow in his ribs.

“Let’s get this round of bruises healed up before we send you into round two, huh?”

Bucky chuckled, guiding her toward the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the compound's picturesque lake. "And that is one of my favorite spots," he said, his gaze drifting to the tranquil waters. "It's peaceful here, away from...everything."

Gianna nodded, her eyes mirroring the calm of the lake. "It's beautiful."

They stood quietly for a moment, side-by-side gazing out the windows across the water. The last bit of the light faded away and their own reflections began to look more prominent. Gianna took the rare moment to run her eyes over Bucky, settling for the reflection rather than the man standing right beside her. She took note of how he towered over her, easily a foot taller. His shoulders were broad, and though he had good posture, he always leaned slightly to the left under the weight of his vibranium arm. His chin length dark hair was tucked behind his ears, but still slightly ruffled from where he’d run his hands through it. Even in the dark glass, Gianna saw how his gaze seemed to have relaxed from the worried expression she’d gotten so used to. 

Maybe this is when we finally get to rest. Both of us. 

As they continued their after-hours tour, Bucky showed her the state-of-the-art training facilities, where the recruits honed their skills. There was a massive complex for the agents to practice sparring, a sprawling weight room, and an impressive shooting range. He explained that the Avengers had their own, smaller version of the training facility on the ground floor of their housing building. Everything except the shooting range had been replicated to allow them to train in privacy. In reality, they probably could only train with each other anyways, not even the best agent could hold their own with an Avenger.

It was oddly quiet across the grounds. Bucky explained that they had a night team of agents who monitored surveillance and stayed alert in case anything were to happen during off-hours, but everyone else went home at night. Some would stay late to train or research, but that was on their own time. 

After crossing between buildings in the cool night air, they stepped into the building at the back of the grounds, the one where the team lived part time. All of the buildings were short and expanse, not appearing to be more than four stories tall at most. This one was no different. The bottom floor was, as Bucky had said, a training facility. Weights, sparring rings, locker rooms, things Gianna didn’t recognize. They breezed through the floor, heading straight to the elevators. 

“Second floor is the main common area, living room, kitchen, movie room…things like that. Third and fourth floors are where the bedrooms are. You’d think there would be some kind of system for who got which room, but I think the official method was arm-wrestling for the best one.”

Cocking an eyebrow, Gianna smirked. “So you have…?”

“The biggest room.”

“I thought so.” She giggled as they crossed through the elevators onto the fourth floor. The doors opened up to a smaller, round living space with a kitchenette on the wall to the side. Doors lined the walls, leading to each separate bedroom.

It seemed like each floor had roughly five rooms. Before she finished counting off Avengers in her head, her thoughts were interrupted. 

“Look who’s back for round two of the best damn karaoke she’s ever heard.” Sam’s unmistakable voice called from the sofa. He had a beer in one hand and a TV remote in the other, which he used to click off the volume.

Gianna could basically feel Bucky rolling his eyes beside her, but she ignored it, striding across the soft carpet. “Hi, Sam. It’s good to see you.” 

“It’s good to see you too, kid.” He wrapped her in a hug. “Heard you can take a blast with the best of ‘em.” 

She shrugged. “That’s not what my MRI said. Concussion.”

“Ah, those are a dime a dozen around here. That’s the main reason we have FRIDAY, to remind us of every damn thing we forget. Ain’t that right, FRIDAY?”

“Correct, Mr. Wilson.” 

Just as she was beginning to wonder if she’d get the hang of the mysterious robotic voice who seemed to be omniscient, she felt Bucky’s hand on her lower back. 

“Ready to see your room?”

A flutter went through her stomach and she wasn’t sure if it was from his hand or from his words. Her room. Although she knew it was temporary, the idea of having a more permanent space than a hotel room sounded heavenly. Even having roommates, or suitemates, or whatever you would call this arrangement…a dream. She wondered where the rest of the team was, how often she could expect to see them here. Already, her mind conjured up images of rom-coms on the couch with Nat and Wanda. Well, when the world didn’t need saving. 

As they closed in on the back of the living area, Bucky stood next to two doors. 

“This is you.” He gestured to the door on the left and grinned. “I’m not too far away. Just like old times.” He nodded to the second door. 

“Do I need to ask how the room right next to yours, which happened to be the biggest room of all, happens to be up for the taking?” She narrowed her eyes at him, her smile giving away her true feelings on their proximity. 

“Sam should be better at arm wrestling.” He shrugged. 

“Hey, I heard that!” Sam’s voice called over the back of the couch. 

Turning the knob, Bucky opened the door to reveal a spacious and beautifully decorated room.

"It’s no Four Seasons, but…" he said, stepping aside to let her enter.

Gianna stepped into the room, her eyes taking in the elegant furnishings, the comfortable bed, and the view of the forest beyond the window. It felt like a sanctuary. She turned to Bucky, her heart so full of gratitude it felt like it could burst. 

"Thank you, Bucky. You've been amazing… through all of this. I don’t even have the words. Thank you."

Bucky smiled, his blue eyes warm. "It's my job to keep you safe. There’s nowhere safer than right here. I’ll make sure of that.”

“You deserve a raise.” Gianna murmured, still glancing around the room. 

“This was all Pepper. Wanda helped decorate, I think. She asked me for your Pinterest, or something like that. I told her I didn’t know what the hell that was. I guess she didn’t need it after all.” 

“You know what I mean.” She turned back to face him. “For going above and beyond. Everything you do…outside your contract.” 

Their eyes met, and Gianna stepped closer to him. Looking into his eyes, smelling his familiar scent, it dawned on her that they hadn’t ever discussed that night at Tony’s party. The kiss.

“I’m pretty sure my contract says ‘other duties as assigned’,” Bucky said, eyes drifting down to her lips. For a moment, Gianna thought he was going to lean in. Maybe it was just wishful thinking. 

“Do you need anything? Everything from the hotel should be here, if anything is missing we can send for it tomorrow. Water’s in the fridge outside, bathroom is next to the closet, and you know I’m right next door.”

“No…I don’t think I do. If you hear a loud noise, it’s just me falling asleep in the shower.”

He chuckled before stepping back to the door. “Goodnight, Gianna.” 

“Goodnight, Buck.”He pulled the door closed behind him. As she walked over to the bathroom to start the hot stream, Gianna pushed away the thought that the only thing she needed had just walked out her door.

[dollarstoreblonde]

my tablet literally kicked the bucket y’all

lucky for me though, for my birthday, my dad said he’d get me a new battery! Since that’s the only thing I asked for (other than a specific Lego set from my mom) but hey! Hopefully my tablet will be alive again soon

Until then…

Hazbin Hotel character concepts

(w/o skirt)

Once living wife of Sir Pentious, she was blown up in an accident caused by a failed invention

She resided in hell, working odd jobs to remain out of trouble, until reuniting with her husband when he agreed to remain in the hotel

Their colors directly contrast, as to make them match and reflect one another

She is a rattle snake, and has a much smaller fan. She’s also not much for inventing, but she does love to help <3

[pockettesized2]

Hey everyone! I’m Erin and this is my G/t blog! This isn’t my first rodeo; some may remember me from my old blog pockette-sized. I actually deleted it by accident fjfjfj

Anyway! I got a tablet recently and i can’t wait to post some art; I feel as though my art has improved since last time I was around these parts.

Looking forward to reuniting with old friends and meeting new ones!

[paulinawoodpecker]

Tad and Ramirez are having a long talk about scared and afraid through all his adventures

@jakkiisthatboy2

Ramirez: I have a question…

Ramirez: why were you scared and afraid throughout your adventures?

Tad: 😑 that’s a good question…

Tad: since you and I are friends now, I’ll tell you.

Tad: when I first started an expedition, I first met mummy and I was very scared when I met him…

Tad: and I was afraid of losing Sara because she wanted us to destroy the collar, but she turned into gold, and Jack captured her and I was worried he might hurt her but no. Luckily we got reunited…

Tad: and I was also afraid of losing mummy…when he got the curse from the emerald tablet, he was turned into a ammunt at random times, I first hurt his feelings before you two and I tired to break the tablet and I was worried he would be gone forever…

Tad: and now…

Tad: 🥺

Tad: 🥺 now that he’s gone…I have no one to give me advices on what to do… and since I got the antidote in my stomach and him being captured…I felt lonely…

Tad: 🥺 I wish mummy were here to help me… to help all of us…

Tad: 🥺 oh Ramirez…

Tad: 🥺 I want him back…I miss him so bad…

Ramirez: well you’re not alone…

Tad: 🥺 I’m not?

Ramirez: you have me.

Ramirez: I’m your friend remember?

Tad: 🥺 oh yeah…

Ramirez: and I’m helping you recover.

Tad: 🥺 that’s true.

Ramirez: and I’m helping you be the bravest hero.

Ramirez: it’s who you are.

Tad: 🙂🥹 thanks Ramirez.

[rawralittlerawr]

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[arcanecrow]

I don't have a drawing tablet or anything, and my traditional style is so messy so this isn't the best, but:

This is my oc Beau !

(subject to change)

Here's a few random facts about her !!

possible spoilers, read at own risk

• She is from Zaun.

• Her main colour palette is green & black. (It was originally blue, but i realised that Jinx was blue also.) (She was heavily based off of the cybergoth aesthetic.)

• She got the scar on her face when she was a kid, she also had a prosthetic arm and leg.

• Corrupt enforcers attacked her family and killed her parents when she was very young, and since then she has lived off of the kindness of various food vendors in the lanes. (And also Vander at some points, but she refused to stay with the other kids, especially as she grew older and didn't need as much help.)

• She is Viktor's childhood friend. They met a little before he met Singed. (Idk Viktor's exact age but I know he's early 30's and i saw someone else say 31, so this is what I'm basing it off of. Beau is a few years younger than Viktor.)

• Viktor, an aspiring inventor, helped make better prosthetics for her. You could perhaps argue this was the start of him wanting to help people, but also that part of his brain that wants to "fix imperfections". Before this her arm and leg were simple, impractical, and caused her pain.

• As she was a kid, she used this as a kind of way to "bond" with Viktor. She wanted to help him feel better about his weak leg. (We still don't know if this worked or not...)

• When they were kids, she would only appear to Viktor whenever he felt most lonely, when the other kids would leave him out. For this reason, he always thought that he had just imagined her. Until they met again when Viktor went back to visit Singed.

• She has tattoos of flowers on her face, neck, and shoulder. However, when getting said tattoos, she specifically made sure they didn't cover her scars from the enforcer attack.

• Her eye wasn't actually damaged in the attack, she was lucky, but instead she got the eye tattooed. This didn't have any deeper meaning, she just saw someone with the same tattoo one day and thought it looked cool.

• A common thought that Viktor had whenever he was stumped on a project of his was "What would Beau do ?". He sort of talked to her in his head, it helped him see things from another point of view, and sometimes it helped him overcome his problems.

• When her and Viktor reunited after the time skip, he told her about his illness and that he was dying. She was determined to stay with him until the end (this actually becomes more relevant and ironic (?) in most of my timelines) and begged him to take her back to Piltover (It didn't actually take much convincing, he just wasn't sure how he could do it. He was gonna ask her to come anyway.) (See last bullet for reasons why.) (I love them ugh.)

That's all I have for now,

I'm already working on different timelines for her and Viktor where they both get to live and stay besties, or she just stays with him as his illness takes over, because the ending destroyed me- 😭😭

(Lmk if i should expand on either of these 😋)

(I probably will anyway)

I might just make another post of JUST her and Viktor's storyline because theres a lot of it.

She isn't actually involved in the main storyline at all. (I have a timeline where she killed Viktor before he had a chance to help people, probably some time after he came out of the box thingy and she realised that Viktor wasn't himself anymore. But except for her possibly joining Caitlyn to find him back in Zaun, thats as far as she gets involved. 😭😭)

[papperie]

From the dead, I rise!

Still depressed that since Tumblr kinda lost popularity that there’s not been another ‘good’ place to post art, so I’m reviving my account! Why not!

I took a 2-ish year break anyway since I moved to Japan, but now I’ve moved again (to the UK this time) and have been reunited with my tablet! So none of the backlog I have is too old 😂

Anyway, gonna drip feed my art over the next few days, and then try and be more active here overall! Kicking things off with my favourite green son, Lester 💚 there’ll definitely be more of him to come!

[cuckoo-among-beasts]

@adversitybloomed sent: Mulan wrapped her arms around Huaisang and held him in an embrace so that he did not need to feel so alone, “I will not leave you, Gēgē.”

It had been some time since Huaisang last felt like this, since he felt this alone. Since he felt this crushing, numbing, hollow threatening to swallow him. Everyone have family or partner, except him. Jiang Wanyin has Jin Ling, Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian was once again reunited, Wangji also has his brother and uncle. And Mulan and Sizhui have each other. He is happy for them, he truly is, but seeing them bonding like that makes his heart ache. Makes the void left by his brother's death so many years ago feel like it was only yesterday.

Sitting on the floor in front of Mingjue's spirit tablet, Huaisang sniffles, cheeks already wet by tears. He has a bottle of wine by his side, but he has not yet drunk from it. "Da-ge..." he starts, his voice pitiful and broken. "I still miss you... so much... I-I... I'm so lonely. Everyone has someone, except me. It's my fault, I know that, but..." Huaisang sniffles again. "It's for the best, I just hurt people anyway..." he mumbles. "I never expected to live this long... I always thought I'd die with San-... with Guangyao..." But he hadn't.

For a moment, he sit there, curled in on himself, crying silently, until he hears footsteps. Huaisang recognises them and tries to compose himself, but fails before he feels arms wrap around him. "You should," he replies before he can stop himself. Shaking his head a slightly, he forces a smile on his lips. "I'm fine, Xiǎo táo. Go back to Sizhui, I will return in a moment." This should be a happy time for her, not sullied by Huaisang's everlasting sadness. Mulan does not deserve his brokenness. Mulan, like Sizhui, deserves nothing but the best and Huaisang knows he is not it. They should find another gege.

[voidcrewcrossover]

THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO FINALLY GET TO BUT HERE HE IS

HERE HE IS ITS BENDY BOYY!!

I couldn't decide for the longest time what I wanted to do with his design, so i used an old sketch from when i was practicing drawing him in my own way as a beginning point, and decided on his 'Real World' design from Dark Revival, and i think it works really well!!!!

i WAS going to add him to the chart of everyone, but it just looked weird and then i thought 'what if i redraw them all and fit Bendy in' and then i put down my tablet lol.

Anyway heres a bit of Void Crew lore for you:

Originally, the team was Gaster, Herobrine, and Bendy. They didn't do a whole lot, but they became very close to each other. While he had a wonderful time hanging out with the people who cared about him the most, Bendy couldn't shake the feeling that he had left behind a lot of unfinished business. He wanted to apologise to Audrey. He sort of grew a consciousness, and caring about people again made him realise what he could have had if he had been even a tiny bit of empathy. This is the main reason why he wanted to return in the end; to find her again and make any kind of amends. He honestly didn't care about anyone else though, since he sort of has a closer relation to Audrey than anyone else. And then he gets to come back and be reunited with Hero and Gaster and they get to have a great time again.

The amount of enjoyment I've created from the trio of Hero, Gaster and Bendy is extreme. I will make a post about them next i promise. if not to you then to myself