#eventual starker

[starkerobsession]

At first Tony thinks it’s a really good thing that Peter has super strength and healing, because it means he can fuck him as hard and rough as he wants and Peter will be fine.

But when the time comes that they decide to have sex for the first time, Tony finds it impossible to fuck him even slightly “hard” or “rough”. He just can’t. When he looks down into Peter’s soft brown eyes, all he feels is love and the intense need to protect Peter from harm. So he fucks him slowly and tenderly with the irrational fear of breaking him, and whispers how much he loves him with each gentle movement.

[idk-bruh-20]

(I'm not back sorry y'all, just saw we were due for a reminder)

[elisedonut]

I've been out all day with my mom and i pretty much spent the whole time we were in stores on a Spiderman/Ironman hunt

just pointing at everything with one of them on it and saying with dumbest voice "spiderman~" "Ironman~"

I'm lucky my mom is so used to my bullshit

she sat through like two hours of Starker edits and clip compilations once we made it back to her house too

it's fun being into a pairing that has enough to work with for edits again I missed it alot because i used to love edits and amvs but since getting heavy into Percy i haven't watched them as much since he just doesn't really get them because of the whole like three scenes thing

[peterstrk]

Everything can be starker.

Peter is a poet he moved into a little city with close knitted community. Soon enough he got infatuated by a local mechanic Tony who although divorced kept a close relationship with his wife.

Something sparked between them once their eyes met Peter was sure. After a month “this” gets posted on an infamous local paper magazine.

Was it that I was curious or was it that you were so tempting my love?

I knew that I was stepping closer and closer into a beautiful alluring trap

That all your irresistible suggestive smiles around your peachy red lips, I could not take my eyes off, paved the way to my inevitable collision.

Yes darling, I know your interest is purely sensual and only temporal. But gods am I seduced by you and your gaze that gives promises of the most painfully sweet deaths.

’’La petite morte ma chérie’’

Oh , and only if you knew how blessed I am to be in your presence, but we both know how cursed I am to be imminently left by you once you deem you have had enough of me.

They will say I am fool,

and yes I am but all for you ,oh, not so mine ,

I would be the foolish slave and the softest master, all and anyone you wish.

I know my heart will throb and left all torn, but whatever one will do for love my darling?

We both know the destination is not heavens but who on earth said I cannot enjoy the sinful ride?

Our bodies dance the old as ever dance of lust and sin, gentle touches and playful glimpses that lead to kisses in a hurry, all teeth and passion never a glimpse of love.

Love is too pure and light to be compared to what we have, the seething infatuation that borderlines with loathing affections.

We hurt each other all so good, but it’s okay who doesn’t like a little pain?

I will forgive but not forget all heated encounters in the dim lit corners that left us messy and aroused.

You bite your lips and look at them but not at me and though I knew I was the spare it tears my heart a little mere.

And yes I’m sure the next encounter you will giggle a little and say the green is not my color, so I would leave wearing your scarf to hide the love marks on my collar.

Once again I would forgive and know my place that is on the knees near you my flower…

But the mere desire to be the one for you won’t ever leave me I aspire

I know it’s foolish but ‘til you banish me my lovely, the hope will burn within my soul to once forever become your lover.

The rumors spread across faster than fire it is all everyone can talk about. Everyone can only wonder who is it for but only one person knew for certain that it addressed him.

[spider-mancan]

Sensory Integration

Peter is going through a breakup, which — that's rough, buddy. Even worse? He's got a little...spider problem.

Mr. Stark has always said he'll help Peter with anything he needs, but when what he needs is to be fucked within an inch of his life? Peter can't rely on Mr. Stark for that.

A hand job in the lab, though? With a mentor like Tony Stark, no one ever said Peter has good ideas.

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[kageyama-taka]

Me casually dancing my fingers along as I write a Starker fic without actually having watched any movies predating Inf War :3

[fuzzandfeathers]

This comic takes place during Seeing Stars while Blitz and Stolas are on their way to the studio!

Hope you enjoyed! Mild art ranting below the cut 😂

I had to drag this piece kicking and screaming over the finish line. When I first got the idea and started working on it, I had a very different rendering approach I was experimenting with. I finished the entire comic in that style then immediately decided I hated it 😂 I liked the lines for the most part, but not enough to keep, so in the end I just... redrew the entire thing using the original as a reference (don't do what I do). And still this comic irks me. From a technical perspective I actually like it quite a bit; I'm satisfied with the way I drew Blitz and Stolas, at the very least. But in terms of what the comic evokes(?) I'm not not 100% happy with it (or even 90%). It's like a 'this art doesn't make me feel what I wanted it to make me feel' type of dissatisfaction, which is, unfortunately, kinda tough to resolve. I'm a big believer in embracing your failures (and in moving on when frustration is no longer serving you) so this was getting posted no matter how it turned out and eventually I'd run out of desire to work on it further. But I still wanted to let some of these feelings out because it's been awhile since art made me feel that way! And I think it's nice to let other people see the artist perspective sometimes even when it isn't totally positive. On the bright side, it was fun to experiment with a lot of things in this piece! Also this comic was actually finished weeks ago and I've already moved to a better place with my art. This kind of frustration is usually a precursor to growth anyways, so it's best to just be patient and ride it out 😌 Hope this little rant wasn't too much of a downer! The last thing I want is to take away people's enjoyment of the art by being too critical of myself <3 Here's a little peek at the original style! In retrospect, it actually wasn't that bad, I'm just more a fan of the starker, un-rendered look I eventually went with:

[palmersluvr]

indulge me i don’t even know with what but god there is is a DROUGHT

getting even

summary: you and your ex boyfriend luigi cuck your current idiot of a boyfriend after you catch him in bed with a HOOKER 😱

warnings: male tears, cucking, head (f!receiving) luigi is cocky asf and a munch

notes: please ignore. way too high and thought this was profound

“are you FUCKING kidding me?”

there your boyfriend was, in bed with a hooker. you couldn’t believe what you were seeing.

well that’s a lie, if anything you knew this would come eventually, you’d just been way too naive to admit it to yourself.

malcom’s eyes widened as he scrambles to cover himself, his face flushing red.

"b-b-baby, p-please," he stammers, tripping over his words like an absolute numptie. “it’s n-not what it l-looks like!"

you cross your arms, a bitter laugh escaping your lips as you mock his pathetic stutter. "b-b-bullshit, m-malcom! i let you live here r-r-rent f-f-free and this is how you r-r-repay m-me???”

your eyes darted to the prostitute still sprawled across your bed, clutching the sheets like they’d save her.

with a voice sharp enough to cut glass, you snap, “and you, get the fuck out of my house, NOW!”

the woman flinched, scrambling to gather her scattered clothes in a frantic heap. as she stumbled to her feet, she shot malcom a venomous glare, spat directly on his chest, and hissed, “DICKHEAD!” clutching her belongings, she bolted out of the room, her footsteps echoing down the hall.

you turn your gaze to malcom, who sat frozen, the spit glistening on his chest, his mouth agape like a fish out of water. with a voice cold and steady, you murmur “put some clothes on and pack your shit.”

malcom’s eyes glisten with tears, his lip trembling as he looked up at you, desperation in his voice. “no.” he chokes out, shaking his head weakly.

your eyebrows shoot up in surprise, a smirk curling your lips as you lean n slightly. “no? you sure?” you said, voice dripping with mockery. “alright, i’ll just give luigi a call then, heard he’s back in town.”

⊹˚✧₊‿︵ʚɞ︵‿₊✧˚⊹

luigi, your ex boyfriend, was someone you parted ways with not because of any betrayal or lack of chemistry, but simply because the distance between you became too much to deal with. you met him a few years back when you were both at the same college, and the connection was instant. electric, even.

he was charming, confident, and had a way of making you feel like you were the only person in the room. but when he moved across the country for a job, the strain of a long distance relationship wore you both down. late night calls and sporadic visits couldn’t sustain the spark, so you mutually decided to end it, though you stayed on good terms. there was always a lingering "what if" in the back of your mind when it came to him.

now, standing in front of malcom, the contrast between the two men couldn’t be starker. sex with luigi was something else entirely… passionate, intense, and deeply satisfying. he knew exactly how to touch you, how to read your body, and he took his time, making sure you were left trembling and breathless.

with luigi, you never had to fake it, he could make you cum effortlessly, sometimes multiple times in a single night, leaving you blissed out and craving more. it was like he had a map to your desires, and he navigated it with ease.

malcom, on the other hand, was a disappointment in comparison. sex with him was lackluster, rushed, and entirely focused on his own pleasure. you couldn’t remember the last time he’d even come close to getting you there.

it was mechanical, predictable, and left you feeling more frustrated than fulfilled. where luigi was a maestro in bed, malcom was like a clumsy amateur, fumbling through without a clue.

⊹˚✧₊‿︵ʚɞ︵‿₊✧˚⊹

malcom’s teary eyes narrow at your taunt, his voice shaking but defiant. “you wouldn’t dare.” he said as he tried to call your bluff.

you smirk, unfazed, and pull your phone from your pocket. without breaking eye contact, you scroll to luigi’s name, tap the call button, and put it on speaker.

malcom sits there on the bed, frozen in shock, his wide eyes locked on the phone as if it were a ticking bomb. his mouth hangs open, the spit on his chest still glistening, his earlier defiance crumbling into pure panic.

after a few rings, the call connected, and luigi’s warm, familiar voice fills the room.

“hey you,” he says, his tone casual but laced with a hint of surprise and affection.

“heyy,” you reply, your voice smooth and deliberate. “heard you were back in town. been thinking about you lately.”

luigi chuckles, his voice dropping playfully. “oh yeah? you miss me?”

you lean against the wall, letting your tone turn flirty, a teasing edge to it. “yes, in fact… come over and fuck me.”

malcom’s jaw dropped further, his face paling as he stares, utterly speechless.

luigi pauses for a beat, then asked “what about that guy you’re with? whats-his-face?”

you rolled your eyes, glancing at malcom with disgust. “i just caught him in bed with a hooker,” you said flatly, watching malcom flinch as if you’d slapped him.

luigi burst out laughing, the sound rich and unrestrained. “i warned you about him.”

you sighed, a wry smile tugging at your lips. “i know, i’m an idiot, okay? i own up to it. shut up and come over. i miss your dick.”

luigi’s voice dropped, thick with heat. “well i miss how your pretty pussy tastes. it’s all i think about whenever i jerk off.”

you purr into the phone, “i know, baby.”

he chuckles darkly. “how about i eat you out while he watches?”

malcom lets out a choked sob, his hands covering his face as fat tears stream down his cheeks, his body shaking with pathetic whimpers.

you glance at him, then smirk. “you know what? that’s a good idea.”

luigi’s tone is all business now, laced with anticipation. “i’ll be there in 10 minutes.” the call ended with a click.

you toss the phone onto the bed and fix your gaze on malcom, who’s still sobbing, his face buried in his hands. “hear that?” you say, your voice sharp and unyielding. “and you’re gonna stay and watch. understand?”

malcom shoulders shake, but he lifts his head just enough to nod, tears streaking his face, his eyes hollow with defeat.

your anger flares, and you step closer, voice rising. “say you understand!”

malcom flinches, his voice barely a whisper through his sobs. “i understand.”

you smile.

“thank you.”

⊹˚✧₊‿︵ʚɞ︵‿₊✧˚⊹

ten minutes later, a sharp, confident knock reverberates through the house, pulling you from the haze of your fury.

you stride to the front door, pulse hammering in your veins, and fling it open. there stands luigi, looking like he stepped out of a fever dream. he’s even sexier than you remember, his dark hair slightly tousled, his jawline sharper, muscles taut under a fitted black shirt that clings to his frame.

his eyes lock onto yours, sparking with that familiar mix of mischief and hunger. a slow, dangerous smirk curls his lips, and before he can say a word, you grab the collar of his shirt, yank him toward you, and crash your lips into his.

the kiss is fierce, all heat and urgency, your tongues tangling as his strong hands grip your hips, pulling you flush against him. You’re still standing in the open doorway, the cool night air brushing your skin, but the world beyond him doesn’t exist.

he breaks the kiss just enough to lean in, his breath hot against your ear as he murmurs, “missed you.”

“i missed you too.” you reply, your voice a sultry purr, thick with want as you linger close, your fingers still curled in his shirt.

his smirk widens, and he tilts his head, glancing past you into the house. “so, where’s the asshole?”

you chuckle, a dark edge to it, and step back, offering him your hand. “right this way.”

you lace your fingers with his, his grip warm and firm, and lead him through the house, your heels clicking on the hardwood floor. the anticipation builds with every step, a delicious coil of heat tightening in your core. when you reach the bedroom doorway, you pause, taking in the sorry sight before you.

malcom is still slumped on the bed, a sniveling mess, his face splotchy and red from crying. tears stream down his cheeks, his hands tremble in his lap, and he’s too paralyzed by shock to even move. he looks like a broken toy, discarded and pathetic.

luigi leans casually against the doorframe, his smirk sharpening as he sizes malcom up. “hey man.” he says, voice smooth and taunting. “i’m luigi. what’s your name?”

malcom’s head jerks up, his bloodshot eyes blazing with a mix of shame and fury. “you know my name! we went to penn together!” he snaps, his voice cracking, the words half swallowed by a sob.

luigi lets out a low, mocking laugh, unfazed, and steps closer, his presence commanding the room. he looms over Malcolm, his tone shifting to something colder, more pointed. “now why the fuck would you cheat on someone like her?” he asks, gesturing toward you with a tilt of his head.

“look at her, she’s smart as hell, kind, gorgeous, the whole package. what kind of idiot throws that away?”

you roll your eyes, the flattery stoking the fire already burning inside you. stepping toward luigi, you let your hand trail across his chest, your voice dropping to a sultry, impatient drawl. “kiss me.”

⊹˚✧₊‿︵ʚɞ︵‿₊✧˚⊹

you’ve always dreamt about having sex with luigi again, the memory of his touch haunting your late night fantasies long after you parted ways.

his hands knew exactly where to grip, his mouth where to linger, his cock hitting every spot with relentless precision until you were a trembling, moaning wreck. he’d fuck you with a rhythm that felt like it was carved into your soul, deep, deliberate thrusts that stretched you perfectly, his fingers teasing your clit in sync until you shattered, screaming his name as your pussy clenched around him.

no one else ever came close to that kind of ecstasy, least of all malcom, whose clumsy attempts barely registered. but as much as you craved luigi’s body again, you never imagined it would happen like this… in front of another man, with malcom’s pathetic sobs as the backdrop.

currently, you’re sprawled on the bedroom floor, the cool hardwood pressing against your back as luigi’s face is buried between your thighs. his tongue is a fucking revelation, lapping at your dripping cunt with a hunger that makes your toes curl. he’s sliding two fingers deep inside you, curling them just right to hit that spot that sends electric shocks through your core.

his lips close around your swollen clit, sucking hard, then flicking it with quick, precise strokes of his tongue, each one pulling a desperate moan from your throat. your juices coat his chin, glistening as he groans against your pussy, the vibration making your hips buck.

he’s relentless, his fingers pumping in and out, slick and fast, while his mouth works your clit like he’s starving for it, teasing every sensitive nerve until your vision blurs. your hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, grinding your core against his face as you chase the edge of oblivion.

malcom’s still there, slumped on the bed, his tear-streaked face a distant blur. his whimpers are white noise, drowned out by the wet sounds of luigi’s tongue and the ragged gasps spilling from your lips. you didn’t expect this, luigi devouring you on the floor while malcom watches, broken and irrelevant but the raw power of it, the sheer dominance, only makes your pleasure sharper.

his fingers thrust deeper, curling inside your soaking cunt, stretching you just right as he pumps them in and out, the slick sounds mingling with your ragged moans. he pulls back for a moment, his lips glistening with your arousal, his eyes dark with hunger as he growls, “missed doing this.”

you moan, your voice thick with need, “i know.” your hips buck toward his face, desperate for more, and he dives back in without hesitation. his tongue lashes at your clit, flicking it in rapid, teasing strokes before he sucks it hard, drawing a cry from your lips. his fingers don’t stop, plunging deeper, faster, the wet squelch of your pussy filling the room as he works you toward the edge. he’s messy, ravenous, his chin drenched with your juices as he licks and sucks, his groans vibrating against your sensitive folds.

he lifts his head just enough to glance at malcom, his voice dripping with mockery. “see, asshole? this is how you please a woman.” his tongue dives back in, lapping at your dripping slit, tracing every fold before sucking your clit again, harder this time, making your back arch off the floor. his fingers curl inside you, hitting that perfect spot with every thrust, sending sparks of pleasure through your core.

malcom’s sobs grow louder, a pathetic wail that cuts through the haze of your pleasure but doesn’t dim it. he’s still slumped on the bed, his tear streaked face twisted in anguish, but he’s nothing. just a shadow in the room as luigi claims you.

luigi doesn’t stop, his tongue relentless, swirling and flicking your clit while his fingers fuck you deeper, the wet sounds obscene as your pussy clenches around him. his lips graze your folds, sucking them softly before diving back to your clit, teasing it with quick, precise licks that make your moans turn to screams. your hands claw at his hair, pulling him closer as your thighs tremble, the edge of release so close you can taste it.

“i’m gonna cum!” you gasp, your voice hoarse, desperate, your pussy clenching around his fingers as the pleasure surges.

luigi’s eyes flick up to meet yours, dark and feral, his lips glistening with your juices. “yeah, cum in my mouth,” he growls, his voice low and hungry. “i want it all.” he dives back in, his tongue lashing at your swollen clit, sucking it hard before flicking it in rapid, teasing strokes.

his fingers pump faster, deeper, curling just right, and the wet sounds of your pussy fill the room as he pushes you over the brink.

your orgasm hits like a tidal wave, a scream tearing from your throat as your body convulses. your pussy spasms around his fingers, gushing as waves of pleasure crash through you, your juices flooding his mouth. luigi moans, his tongue lapping up every drop, greedy and relentless.

he doesn’t stop, his lips sucking your clit softly now, then licking along your slick folds, drinking in every bit of your release. his fingers slow but stay buried inside you, coaxing out the last shudders of your climax as your body trembles, your chest heaving with ragged gasps.

his chin is drenched, glistening with your cum, and he groans again, savoring the taste as he licks you clean, his tongue tracing every sensitive inch of your pulsing cunt.

you collapse back against the floor, your body spent, the afterglow washing over you like a warm tide. luigi stays between your thighs for a moment, his breath hot against your skin as he presses a final, lingering kiss to your clit, making you twitch.

then he shifts, stretching out beside you, his body warm and solid against yours. his hand rests on your thigh, possessive, as you both lie there, the air thick with the scent of sex and the quiet hum of your shared satisfaction. your heart still races, your skin tingling with the memory of his touch, and you can feel the slickness between your legs, the evidence of what he’s done to you.

luigi turns his head, his eyes narrowing as they land on malcom, still slumped on the bed, his face a mess of tears and snot, his crying having now subsided.

his voice cuts through the room, cold and commanding, dripping with disdain. “i think you should get the fuck out of her house and never come back.”

ur all probably gonna read this and be like “palmy what the fuck” but i had to get this out of my system idk😭

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[mystisophia]

I love how Starker were obsessed with each other before they even met in person.

So, hear me out:

Let’s start with Peter. It’s already been confirmed that he’s the kid Tony saved in Iron Man 2 (this is further reinforced in Deadpool & Wolverine, where, in the scene with Happy and Deadpool in Happy’s office, we see the same photo of Peter and Tony that Tony had in Endgame but Peter’s face is covered by the helmet that the kid in Iron Man 2 was wearing, the helmet hides that part of the photo, so it's even more obvious this fact-)

So, knowing that Peter is the kid from Iron Man 2, we can say he admired Tony from a very young age, an Iron Man fanboy through and through. His admiration is evident throughout the movies.

And if we consider something outside the movies, in the animated series Ultimate Spider-Man, Season 1, Episode 5 ("Flight of the Iron Spider"), it's implicitly stated that Peter has a "man crush" on Tony. This episode showcases even more of Peter’s admiration and knowledge of Tony <3

So, for Peter, Iron Man isn’t just a hero or a role model- he’s his damn celebrity crush.

Now, let’s move on to Tony.

Tony didn’t just randomly show up at Peter’s apartment in Civil War. No, he had already planned to do so (maybe not at that moment but the moment required it). He had a suit ready for him. And (important detail) the moment he talked to Natasha about needing backup, Peter was immediately on his mind. It was his time to meet him, the perfect recruit.

So, I can only imagine Tony one day randomly discovering Spider-Man’s videos and his heroic feats and becoming completely fascinated.

His powers. His abilities.

"Wow! Nice catch. 3,000 pounds, 40 miles an hour—it's not easy."

His moves. Everything about him, his persona.

I mean, yes, Tony had a damn Norse god, Hulk, a super-spy, a 100-year-old supersoldier, an insanely skilled archer, and a literal chaos witch on his team. But no. No. Peter was something else, Spiderman was something else.

Tony Freaking Stark spent hours and hours designing a suit for a person he had never met and didn’t even know would want to be on the team.

But come on. He’s Tony Stark. He gets what he wants.

And, honestly, who wouldn’t want to be an Avenger?

They’re the Avengers, man!

Tony spent hours in his workshop designing and perfecting the Spider-Man suit, nearly putting it on par with the Iron Man armor. Obsessed.

(Also, he hated that "onesie" Peter wore. Hehe.)

And if we want to go dirtier with this… Considering Tony’s resources and how easily he could dig up information on someone, it wouldn’t be surprised if he found out Peter was a fanboy. Maybe from some old internet post, a search history, or something like that. And you know that would only boost his ego and make him even more confident that Peter would say yes.

And back to talking about the devil… Natasha, The knowing glances that Tony and Natasha exchanged when in "Civil War" they were considering their options... In my "delulu mind" by the glaces they gave each other, Natasha knew, she definitely knew about Peter since before

So Tony and Natasha were definitely close, not as much as Natasha and Steve, but still. So I can totally imagine Tony finding out about Peter and telling Natasha about him, all excited, explaining how he’d be a great addition to the team.

And then… they meet.

And Tony’s obsession with keeping Peter safe begins.

To Tony, Peter was fragile, someone he couldn’t afford to lose (cof cof Infinity War cof cof 😭😭😭).

And Peter? He became obsessed with proving himself, proving that he was "good enough", that he belonged in this world, in this job, in his life. That Tony didn’t need to treat him like he was made of glass.

God, they make me sick.

Now imagine their mutual obsession once they realize they’re in love. And eventually start a relationship.

Oh god- that makes me even sicker

Anyway, I had to share this. I’m absolutely and definitely NOT NORMAL about them, you can tell.

~ mystisophia 🍒

(sorry for my bad english/google translator ugh-)

[peterstrk]

SCREAMS WERE DRIPPING WITH PAIN BUT THE VOICE DID NOT COME OUT OF MY MOUTH so hard to explain but the pain had covered my judgment all I did was freaking scream but useless sounds were not leaving the chain I was shouting and pleading for people to hear but nothing came out I was gagged in pain.

Peter Parker ladies and gents, even after weeks became months and months became years he never managed to let the pain of loss of Mr Stark leave him. He wonders he never ever will…

[fictionalsimp09]

Lakes - Wolfstar - @taylorswiftmicrofic - 338 words - AO3

Sirius takes hold of Remus’ hand and drags him out the castle. “Slow down,” he pants, trying to keep up with his energetic…friend? Boyfriend? “Where are we going anyways?” 

“Just wait.” 

They eventually stop, and Sirius turns to look out at the mountains past the lakes, while Remus stares in awe at the boy beside him, wind rustling his long black hair like he’s the main character of a movie. Sirius lets go of his hand and removes his top, then the rest of his clothes until he is standing in just his underwear. 

Remus feels his cheeks heat up but is unable to tear his eyes away from him. “I- what- I-” he stutters. 

Sirius chuckles at his flusteredness, and nods to him. “Your turn.” 

“I’m not stripping for the entire castle to see.” 

“It’s not like you’ll be completely starkers,” he laughs. “You said you’ve been in pain the last few days, and Poppy told me that swimming is supposed to help.” 

Remus smiles softly at him. “You talked to Poppy about…how to help me?” 

“Of course,” he says as if this is no big deal. He supposes it wouldn’t be a big deal for a normal person, unlike for a werewolf. “Now…you gonna go for a swim.” 

He huffs a laugh. “Fine.” 

They splash around in the cool water, smiling like they are the only two people in the world. Sirius grabs his shoulders for balance, and Remus leans in for a kiss without thinking, something they’ve only done once before when they were both drunk. As soon as he realises what he’s done, Sirius kisses him back before he has a chance to pull away. 

“Be my boyfriend?” Sirius asks when they part. 

“You- you want to be my boyfriend?” Remus replies incredulously. 

“Why wouldn’t I?” Remus holds his tongue, a hundred reasons why he shouldn’t springing to his mind. “Unless you don’t want to…” Sirius mistakenly interprets his silence. 

“Of course I want to, you twat,” he mumbles, kissing his now boyfriend again. 

[subzeroparade]

*flying in on the wings after finishing chapter 11* If I were a big artist, I would've been the most insufferable Huw/Messmer propagandist ever. I would've drawn legions to their church 😂 (It's actually a subsidiary of Messmer's harem church, but shhhh - Huw would be one of the top two waifus in there. Or husbandos. Whichever one prefer.) Hope you don’t mind me asking - how did you discover the ship, and how did they end up in the outline of your fic in their final glorious form? 😌

Anon you do not need to be a "big artist" to make and enjoy your own propaganda. Make whatever you want forever (◕‿◕) When I lay down to die I do not intend for one of my last regrets to be “damn, I wish I’d made more niche cringe art that brought me personal satisfaction and served as a joyful escape from the crushing realities of life.”

As to how I “discovered” the ship, it just seemed to me the most (canonically) compelling way to contrast, in writing, the intimacy and eventual breakdown of Messmer’s familial situation (himself, Melina, Marika) with his navigation of the world beyond that (and who else might serve as an influence/conduit for his actions and worldview). It’s one of the more interesting implied facets of his character: that while he is cursed and eventually abandoned, his armies are/were loyal to him to the point of accepting eternity in a forsaken realm to see their duty done. This also makes any kind of rebellion/betrayal starker and more intriguing.  

To be obvious, devotion -> betrayal is incredible scaffolding already over which to build the progression of a relationship - which can then further explore all these junctures of loyalty, subservience, camaraderie, intimacy, and so on. 

And that Messmer is betrayed by someone close enough to him personally that he is canonically remorseful about it: there was already nuance, but now there are STAKES. Warlord doesn’t think twice about his quotidian genocidal crusade, but he is upset that a subordinate left him on read. Also, power dynamic. 

And that is why, despite not being a “big artist”, I am in my corner making them kiss.

[dorian-they-ao3]

Tony trying his best to physically Dom Peter but Peter is so chilled out in sub space that he keeps forgetting to hold back his spidey strength & it’s kinda cramping Tony’s style so…

“JARVIS? Gauntlets.”

the best starker fics are the ones that don't forget that Peter is Spider-Man

[puddleorganism]

I need everybody to consider: cetacean Gem

Because she’s usually headcanoned as a deer, and whales are essentially aquatic deer (not really, but we can pretend lol)

Bonus stuff under the cut

I considered like 20 different cetaceans, and eventually narrowed it down to Risso’s dolphin (left), orca (top right), and sperm whale (bottom right). I chose Risso’s dolphin because I really liked the gradient + scars. I think it looks nice, and also the scars make her look like a grizzled sea captain lol. I think the other two could fit her equally well though, maybe even better in the sperm whale’s case.

(Also, that’s not just her! Risso’s dolphins are usually heavily scarred, and the scars are actually an even starker white irl than I’ve drawn them.)

Bonus design note: pakicetus is considered the most basal form of whale/cetacean. Gem’s feet are based off of them (loosely) because they’re basically just a quadrupedal whale.

[iamnmbr3]

how post war harry and ginny break up..like how they go through they can't be together and who breaks relationship first...and then he befriends draco or in the same time that he breaks up

(I sent this question already but my tumblr is not working well so i highly doubt it actually came to u)

Great question! I can see it going down in several ways. I think most likely after the war somehow things just fall apart through inertia. In book 7 after everything Harry sees Ginny from afar and thinks vaguely that there will be time to talk to her "later" and then goes to talk to Ron & Hermione and sits with them and with Luna before going to bed. So I imagine it's quite possible that "later" simply never comes. There's so much recovering and rebuilding to do. So much happened to Ginny during book 7 that Harry doesn't know about, and somehow he never finds himself asking or confiding in her about his own experiences. And it becomes starker, now that he doesn't have other things on his mind, that she doesn't understand him, and that in turn he doesn't understand her. She finds herself gravitating towards Neville, her comrade in arms and her friends, and confiding in him all those days when Harry is too busy to remember too talk to her. And so she and Harry drift apart.

They never rekindle what they had. They grow farther and farther apart. Finally one day Ginny asks him about it. "Did we split up?" and Harry doesn't really know what to tell her or what to say or what to feel about the fact that he doesn't feel anything at all about her question except perhaps a guilty sense of relief and also a twinge of what could have been, what should have been - because surely he should be devastated right? But he finds himself just say "Yeah. Yeah I think maybe we did." "And we didn't even notice. How could that happen?" Ginny asks a bit wryly. Harry doesn't really know what to say to that. They're ok though, in the end. Things are awkward for a while. Harry's first concern is how this will affect his relationship with Ron (another sign, he now realizes, that maybe Ginny was never his priority, that maybe the war isn't what split them up, but was actually the only reason they ever got together in the first place). Ginny ends up with Neville.

The tides of Harry's life eventually brings him back to Draco - either during 8th year or afterwards when he's an Auror and Draco is a curse breaker who gets called in to help him on a case or because he gets injured and Draco is his Healer or because they meet in the street by chance or some other way. It doesn't matter. They always find each other in all universes. And things aren't easy or simple between them at first but eventually against all odds they end up not just as friends but as lovers. It was inevitable really. The war's over, and even when they were supposed to be enemies they could never hate each other.