#back from the dead

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Guess who’s back here

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How it feels to be a @ranboolivesaysstuff fan on tumblr

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Hi guys I’m back from the dead! With a buzz cut Zuko ^^ @thegaangneedstherapy I hope you like!

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Y'all have seen the Mullet Madjack x Ultrakill crossover, right?

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new plushia just dropped

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Did ya miss me?

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Title: Kitchen Disaster

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader (Romantic) Natasha Romanoff x Reader (Romantic)

Summary: in which Wanda falls in love with the unexpected sides of the women she adores the most

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff. Mentions of Violence.

Reader Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 1,393  words

Author's Note: Here's a little something to celebrate my rise from the dead. This isn't my best work, and this came to me in a dream. Wrote this whole ass fic with my eyes still droopy with sleep. I missed you all, life is a bitch.

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Wanda was appalled. 

It wasn't very long since she entered a relationship with you and Natasha, yet every day she seemed to find herself in a perpetual state of either surprise or exasperation. 

Now, don't get her wrong, she adores the both of you. But there's only so much she can take. She's adored the both of you ever since she joined the Avengers. She loved the synergy and chemistry you both have. Two of the world's greatest spies who initially came from rival groups but still under hydra, now working together as wives. She adored how gentle you were when she was grieving the loss of everything she had and knew. She adored how fierce Natasha was when she protected the both of you on a mission. She adored how you both cuddled into her on the day she accidentally heard Natasha's as well as your stray thoughts about loving her. 

Since then, she started to see things in a different light. She noticed how you seem to know her favorite store bought snacks, how you seem to just know whether she wants coffee or tea, whether she wants it iced or hot, whether she likes peppermint creamer or milk. She noticed how you paid extra attention to the sitcoms she suggests on movie night, how your hands inched closer to hers before seemingly stopping in their tracks. She paid extra attention to the way you looked at Natasha when she walked into the room, how both your eyes seem to follow her movement, how you both seem to stick to each other a little more every time she's near. 

She then began noticing Natasha, how she goes a little gentler every training, how she shows her that little smirk whenever she manages to land a hit on Natasha, how every after training Natasha ruffles her hair as if she's a kid with that playful yet gentle look in her eyes before strutting out of the training area to find you. She observes how despite their rocky meeting, Natasha makes an effort to get to know her, how she quietly listens to her talk about her life, how she often has her eyes on her during dangerous missions, how she makes her the most delightful peanut butter and jelly sandwiches after a particularly hard assignment. 

She's noticed the both of you in a different light entirely. She didn't fall in love with the greatest spies in the world, she fell in love with two disasters. 

As time passed, with the three of you spending more and more time together, she noticed cracks in both of y'all's tough persona. She noticed how you seem to go through a lot of cups and mugs because you always seem to shatter them at every turn. She noticed how Natasha puts an absurdly unhealthy amount of sugar in her black coffee. She noticed how your eye twitches whenever someone pisses you off which is always followed by Natasha's hand slotting into yours. She noticed how Natasha carries your bags despite grumbling about it. She noticed how you seem to always over apply lotion and sunscreen on your body which in turn makes you feel sticky all day. 

It all made sense, and the moment Wanda gathered her courage, she confessed to you both under the stars. 

“Just to be clear, you're not pushing me off the roof, right Wands? Cause if yes, I have to have my grappling hook ready.” You teased her, helping Natasha with the blanket and pillows in order for the three of you to stargaze

“You suck at grappling hooks.” Natasha deadpans, setting the various store bought treats beside the blanket you both prepare

“At least I didn't get poisoned by my own ammo.” You shoot back, sticking your tongue out at Natasha as you light the candle.

“Okay kids, no bickering.” Wanda chuckled, her eyes playfully glowing her signature crimson hue. 

“This is an intellectual reminiscing.” Natasha smirks, laying down on the blanket first, claiming her usual position on the left side. 

“You're such a poser.” You chuckled at Natasha, who looked like she's posing for a playboy photoshoot. 

“I do not pose.” She exclaims, rolling her eyes at you. 

You simply sent a smirk her way before settling down on the blanket yourself, fluffing your pillow before completely laying down, patting the space between you and Nat. 

Wanda smiles, effortlessly laying down between the both of you, smiling wider when she feels the warmth you both radiated despite the night air being bitingly cold. The three of you sat in silence for a while, listening to the sounds of the city and each other’s breathing while admiring the stars above. 

“I love you.” Wanda suddenly blurts out, the nervous tone in her voice cutting through the serene atmosphere you all created

“Which one?”

“Finally.”

You and Natasha answered together. Your answer makes Natasha prop herself up using her elbows to look at you incredulously. 

“That's the first thing you say? Really?” She asks on Wanda's behalf, looking at you with furrowed brows. 

Wanda chuckles as you pull her closer, hiding your reddening face behind her back, your fingers digging into her waist. 

“Wanda, Natasha is bullying me” Your words are muffled by Wanda's back, yet your words are clear as day to both women. 

“You deserve it.” Natasha huffs

“She doesn't, she's just shy.” Wanda replies, having read your mind

“She's a spy!”

“AHA!” You suddenly sprang up to your feet, quickly pulling out your phone and pointing your flashlight to Natasha, grinning widely at the red tint that threatened to spread across her cheeks. 

“You're so dead."

Since then, your relationship has been relatively smooth sailing. It was nothing like Wanda dreamed of in her childhood. There was no dramatic background music, nor were there birds that suddenly appeared, yet there was the signature whirlwind of emotions that came with falling in love. There was no burst of colors, nor was there a blurring of surroundings, but there was an endless amount of handwritten letters, handmade gifts, expensive gifts, and most of all, kisses. 

Yet, the one thing that irks Wanda the most, was the ungodly amount of take out you both consume. She's kept her mouth shut about it, yet there's only so much takeout she can take. 

One night she snapped. Which led her to discover the horrifying truth. 

“Why, my love? We were taught how to kill, not cook.” You calmly said, shoving a dumpling in your mouth

“PB and J are always a welcome option” Natasha chimes in before biting into her spring roll

“There's only so much Peanut Butter and Jelly I can take, darling. Given that we've tried different brands of PB and different kinds of J, but still.” 

Oh. Wanda thinks to herself, all the pieces finally fall into place. Suddenly, all the take out and store bought desserts make sense. 

“How are you both alive?” She mutters, already feeling a headache coming. 

“It's probably the super soldier serum.” You replied munching on the fried rice before trying to steal Natasha's spring roll, only to be met with a flying chopstick that you dodged with ease

Wanda then took a piece of Natasha's spring roll, peacefully munching on it, enjoying the betrayal on your face. 

You lunged at her for a kiss, savoring the taste of her mixed with Natasha's spring roll. Soon enough, you found yourself on Wanda's lap, her hands splayed possessively on your hips as you passionately kissed.

“Really? Right in front of my Kani Salad?” You both hear Natasha complain, pulling away as Wanda tugs Natasha in for a kiss, with you peppering soft kisses on Wanda's neck

"I love you."

Since then she has cooked for the both of you whenever she can. She's learned her lesson after you both set the kitchen on fire the second she looks away to search for an ingredient. She lectured the both of you for an hour before effectively banning you from the kitchen. 

So yes, Wanda is and probably always will be in a perpetual state of surprise and exasperation for as long as she lives, for even though she adores the two greatest spies in this world, she's in love with two disasters who can't seem to even boil an egg. 

[beauty-in-waste-and-despair]

Back from the grave!

[sab-scribbles]

drawn for ratiorine server winter exchange! rock band au with drummer ratio and guitarist aven! 💥

[dearladynightmare]

I’m sure Entrapta was devastated when she realized that she really had been left behind by her supposed friends. And that they wouldn’t be coming back. This certainly led to sleepless nights for her. Hordak, on the other hand, seems to have his own reasons for not being able to sleep... but in the end, their reasons don’t seem very different to me.

Anyways!

Hiiiii my friends I’m back from the dead! 💜

Sorry for my inactivity (again) but this last year of school is extremely stressful for me, which is why I can‘t find the time or energy to draw or interact on social media much:P

At the moment I have a lil bit more time so I was finally able to finish this comic^^ Hope you enjoy!!!✨

[m1xt4pe-m4ster]

From the lights to the pavement

From the van to the floor

From backstage to the doctor

From the earth to the morgue

Morgue, morgue, morgue.

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Angel of Small Death | Part Two

Theodore Nott x Fem!Reader

Mattheo Riddle x Fem!Reader

Summary: It’s Seventh Year and you’re one of the ones who stayed. Reeling from the loss of your family in the midst of the war, you find a twisted sense of comfort in Mattheo. But your best friend Theo can’t help but feel you’re slipping away from him in more ways than one.

Read Part One here.

Length: 1.4k

Warnings: Haha... heyyyyyy (I feel really awkward rn, I feel I should beg forgiveness) so I might've been away for like... the whole year. But Merry Christmas?? I missed you guys and I missed writing sm. I heard you in the replies and I heard you in my inbox... so here it is!! I loved writing this as I'm easing back in. I love that so many of you loved it! Working on another part :) anyway drug use mentioned!! Toxic relationships!! Mature audiences! I love you all <3

“Where were you?” Mattheo asked as he threw his bag to the sun bleached grass beside you. It was the turn of Autumn, and the last thing you wanted was to be stuck inside doing arithmancy. The endless flood of numbers and charts made your head spin. 

“Here.” You answered simply, giving him a lazed smile from where you laid back in the grass. Matt sat down with a weighted sigh beside you, the skeletons of old leaves crunching beneath him. You looked to him for a moment, zoning in on the harsh set of his brow; the uncharacteristic tension he seemed to be carrying. 

“Well you shouldn’t be.” He wouldn’t look at you, perhaps just couldn’t. He was turned instead to the Black Lake, sprawling before you both like a mirror. The illusion only broken by the thin freckling of light rain upon its surface. It was all so easily disturbed. 

“It’s one class,” you sighed, feeling a creeping sense of guilt. “I don’t understand why you’ve got your knickers so twisted. As though you haven’t done worse.” You gave him an airy smile, which of course he didn’t return, still falsely captivated by the lake.

“I haven’t seen you since second. I just left Potions.” He looked at you then, the edge in his tone doing little to conceal the worry in his eyes. For the first time since you’d gotten to the lake, the dread you’d been so desperately trying to bury began to scratch at your chest again. The acute awareness that you had no concept of how long you had actually been down here setting in. Time was running past you like water, but you didn’t seem to be moving with it. 

“You’re high.”

Too late you remembered the remnants of the joint beside you, amongst the dead grass and weeds. The rough skin of Mattheo’s fingers now tainted with soil and ash. The betrayal in his voice made your stomach churn, now it was you who couldn’t look to him. 

“Only when we’re together, that was the deal.” He was upset with you, and somehow it felt unexpected. Your fingertips found the edge of your skirt, toying with it like a chastised child. He’d never been disappointed with you before, or perhaps you just hadn’t cared. You weren’t too sure which was the truth. 

“One class you might’ve gotten away with, but three?” His hands met his face mercilessly, the brunt of his frustration meeting there as he ran them across it. “Fuck, I mean what were you thinking?” Eyes on the ground, you continued attacking your skirt’s hem with a frown. The gentleness had returned, seeping into his tone. This was the part of him you needed. Whatever it was that was inside of you, this supposed grief, couldn’t be consumed. But at least he made it feel like something you could navigate; somewhere where you could find someone close to who you had been.

“Are you trying to torture me?” His words cut through the stillness of the water, the absence of a leaf adorned breeze.

“What?” The words tumbled out of you, feeble - flat. 

“Are you,” he repeated gently, your eyes locking as you turned to him, “trying to torture me?” His eyes held, earnest. The kind of vulnerability you’d only seen from him when you were alone at the end of the night and a bottle. “I just want to help. It’s the least I could-” Something within him cracked, made its way up his throat. Matt held his breath, looking away for a moment as though for privacy. You waited, not daring to do so much as move. His palms had returned to shield his eyes, but they would do nothing for his thoughts. After a sharp breath he rested an arm atop a bent knee. Head still hung low as the other moved to the ground, fingers sinking into the sharp needles of dry grass. “And you just- you keep throwing yourself into it. How am I supposed to keep you out of detention if you keep doing this shit?”

Of course. Of course he had been. You felt a fool for taking his admission to realise. Unlike you, the Carrows were not fools. It had not been your attempts at slipping away unseen or making yourself unnoticed that had saved you this past month. It had been him. What he had done in order to save your skin, you did not want to know. Your cheeks burned.

“I’m- I’m sorry. I didn’t realise that you… I’m sorry.” You had been foolish, and you had hurt him. Cost him God knows what. Your cheeks felt wet when you looked to him again, the cold air drying the salt of tears against the skin. There was nothing harsh about him, not the way people seemed to believe. He was so unlike the life that had been passed to him. Gentle, and kind, and somehow whole. Patched together with all of the pieces of himself still accounted for. It shouldn’t have been possible, yet he sat before you.

He reached out, his palms covering your cheeks, thumbs running beneath your eyes to wipe the salt away. He didn’t blame you, or anyone. He should have, but he didn’t. He tucked you into his side, wrapping his green tartan scarf snug around you as you both leant back against the large oak. 

“Do you at least have any left?” Mattheo whispered against your ear with a grin. Looking down to you, eyes alight with his usual mischief once more. You couldn’t help but grin back as you nodded, his lips moving to capture yours. He lingered against you, gentle and unassuming. There was nothing he wanted from you, no longer anything he wanted you to fix. You’d known it for a while now. Everything else; the drinks and powder and pills - their rush held no light to him. What had once been intertwined was starting to untangle. It would take time, but you would become whole again, and then you could be with him - without the rest of it.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Theo’s eyes were on Mattheo as soon as he had entered the dorm. As though he had purposely left dinner early so that he might get Matt in private. Theo didn’t have to speak, it all lay there; he’d been looking at Matt that same way all evening. And in fairness, Mattheo supposed, they hadn’t done much to cover the smell. But that wasn’t what this was about, not exactly.

“I didn’t give it to her.” Matt spoke plainly, throwing his potions textbook down on his bedside table without a care “She gave it to me this time, actually.” He didn’t know why he had said it. He knew it would only anger Theo, more than he already was.

“Bullshit.” Theo glowered from where he leaned upon his desk, “It’s always you.” Matt would have been more hurt if it hadn’t have been true.

“That’s not fucking fair man.” Mattheo sighed, sitting on the edge of his bed to face his friend. He began lazily untying his laces, having heard these sentiments from Theo before. Quite frankly he was growing tired of it; the constant overstepping. “Things aren’t good right now-”

“You made them that way.” There was a weight to Theo’s words; an implication. One that held Matt implicit in beliefs that he had buried; that chained him to his Father. Theo didn’t notice the set of his jaw change, didn’t notice him stop untying his laces - only decided to cut deeper. “You got her hooked when you should have helped her.”

“I am helping her.” Matt stiffened, eyes alight as the words left him. He knew where the lines rested; what was his fault and what wasn’t. He spent half his life trying to figure them out. He had a plan, to fix this. 

“She looks like shit.” Theo spat, coming to stand before him. The air in the room seemed to drop in temperature, a chill slicing through Mattheo as he met Theo’s gaze, unwavering. 

“We’re getting through this together.” He tried not to doubt it as he said it. They would clean up, together. They just needed time, he was sure they were close. They had to be.

“No. You’re driving each other into the ground.” Theo stated plainly, his voice low. “And when she gets too far down, it will be your fault.” Theo stepped back, eyes burning into Mattheo. He took a few steps back, before turning away. “Clean your shit up,” Theo mused as a bag of powder landed before Mattheo’s feet, “it’s getting all over everything.”

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