#holy moly im sad

[mauvemischief]

Hey sometimes i think about the fact that Neil never got to know the Todd Anderson who learned to love his voice.

[s68l]

doodle dump of them bc im brainrotted

[diamonds-at-y11]

me and my bestie @stansangel listening to The Line in two completely different yet equally sad contexts (she only knows the Clancy lore and I only know the Arcane lore)

[weezerlvr228]

why he so mysterious…

demur

[carmella102]

I wanna follow a diet plan so I feel like I accomplished smthing but these diet plans I see usually have like 800-1000cal a day and I'm like

[uncertainwallflower]

'...tears flowing freely down his face'. Me too babe. Me fucking too.

Misty

Day 11 of July’s @jilymicrofics! This will go up on ao3 once this attack ends :(, but enjoy this sweet moment now!

Jily + Harry featuring very light blackinnon (because yes, I am above the age of 30 and I fell for that way too hard 15 years ago, and I will forever try to incorporate just a little bit of it into my stories ❤️)

And just to throw this out there, while it may be annoying that we can’t access ao3, this site is run by volunteers- for free. Show them our love.

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“Pads?” Marlene popped her head into the living room, her frizzy blonde hair more wild than he had ever seen - tied back into a lazy bun, portraying how exhausted she truly was. “Do you wanna come in now?”

It had been more than an hour since the screaming had ended, replaced by a squeaking wail and a hushed awe throughout Godric’s Hollow. It was past midnight now, the first of August, and his best friends were now parents.

“Yeah… uh yup.” He stood up, and smiled weakly at Marlene, “is it… like all cleaned up and everything now?”

Marlene laughed then, her blue eyes twinkling and more full of life than he had ever seen. “Yeah… it’s safe for boys.”

He wiped his palms off on his jeans, nervously shoving his hands in his pockets.

She moved closer, her hand on his shoulder. “As scared as you are right now,” she began, “they are worlds more scared. We have to be there for them.”

His eyes softened then, unable to even fathom becoming a parent at twenty years old, “I know… of course I know that Mar.”

Marlene smiled, huge and radiant, “wait till you see him.”

Sirius took her hand, charging the way back up stairs and towards where he knew James and Lily’s room to be. He knocked twice, until James' weak voice welcomed him in.

The sight shocked him, Lily planted in the middle of her bed, propped up by pillows - looking as white as ever, her hair pulled back in a loose twist, pulled over her shoulder. She was wearing James’s sweater, the same one she had pulled from his trunk in October of seventh year, and has yet to return. Despite how worn out she seemed, the softest smile was spread across her face, a glow that Sirius had never seen upon another person. Her eyes were trained upon James, sitting on the edge of the bed - and a lump grew in Sirius’s throat as he took in the bundle of blankets in his best friend’s arms.

“Sirius… hey,” Lily said, looking up at him, as Marlene rushed back to her side - picking up a glass of water and holding it to her lips.

“Mama dear,” Sirius laughed nearly in disbelief, “how’re you feeling?”

“Better now,” she spoke softly, turning her head back to the bundle in James arms.

Sirius nodded his attention being drawn back to James too, “Prongs… mate.”

James stood up then, carefully cradling his new baby in his arms and walking towards Sirius, tears flowing freely down his face. “Padfoot… this is Harry.”

Sirius stepped closer, peering into the blankets, being greeted with a mess of black hair - a little red face, eyes blinking slowly, his nose small as a button, and his mouth scrunched close. “Merlin, James… he looks just like you.”

“Here sit, hold him,” James said, motioning towards the bed, and Sirius sat delicately on the edge - staring at Lily as if asking for permission to hold her son. She nodded at him, sitting up just a little bit more, and winced in discomfort.

“Hold your arms out…” Marlene came around the bed, “here just like that.” And James was practically shaking with tears as he placed his son into Sirius’ arms.

“Make sure you hold his head… there…”

The lump was back in his throat, misty eyes staring at the infant that two of his best friends had created. He was just so… small. Up until that moment Sirius didn’t even know that a human being could be this small.

“Merlin’s balls…” Sirius said, simply because he was speechless with awe, and he didn’t know what else to say. “I can’t believe you two… you made a fucking kid.”

James could only laugh, sitting beside Lily, leaning against the headboard - his arm around her shoulders. “We made a fucking kid.” He whispered, almost as if he didn’t believe it himself.

“You’ll be his godparents right?” Lily asked suddenly, looking up at Marlene, and then back at Sirius.

Marlene beamed, taking Lily’s head in her hands, and pressing her forehead against her temple. “Of course Lily,” she whispered, and Lily was crying once more.

James looked to Sirius then, “Pads? Will you be his godfather?”

“Definitely…” Sirius said with so much surety. Lily’s hand was over her mouth, her chest heaving with her sobbing. “I’ll do whatever it takes Lily. To protect him.”

Lily leaned over - as much as she could in her weakened state - and placed her arm against his hand. “Thank you, Padfoot.”

Harry peered up at him, his green eyes wide as he took in the new face before him. “He has your eyes Lils,” Sirius said “Merlin I can’t believe he just came out of you.”

Lily laughed then, only to wince in pain, “don’t make me laugh right now, it hurts too much.”

Sirius couldn’t help laughing back - unable to take his eyes off of the newborn. “We’ll have loads of time for that later, won’t we mate?”

[youuuimeanmee]

SxF Chapter 95 Thoughts

The drought is over.

And HOLY MOLY

AAAAAA I know we're nearing the end-semester gala but I never thought we'd get it on THIS chapter AAAADHJDJSKDN

When I saw the chapter is 21-pages long, I made sure to savor it well sskskjs

"Guardians will not be attending the gala." DAMMIT. Oh wait, Twillight can just disguise himself as a volunteer. I forgot.

Lol this is really not good for Damian's poor little heart.

WOHOO Becky cute!!

Huh, looks like Henry and Martha had a history together. Maybe they used to be classmates in Eden? Or something else, maybe.

The party is different than I expected. I thought ALL students will mingle in one place. I thought we'd meet Demetrius here. Oh well.

Damn this is depressing. Reassignation class based on academic performances. It's really happening. Anya will be separated from Becky. Hopefully their classroom will not be that far off 🥲

Damn Damian. Looking fine there, like a true young chaebol.

ANYA IS CUTE!! She's a princess!! 😭💕 I was surprised with her hair, I thought she'd keep the haircones. It's almost like as long as the little bundle of her hair is protected, any hairstyle is fine. Her dress though... It's darker than I expected; I thought she'd go with light color. But this is fine too. She's cute either way. (lowkey reminds me of a little witch, lol). It's also cute how she and Damian looks matching with black-and-white outfits, hehe. (Then again, this is b&w manga. Will their outfits have different color in the colored illlustration?)

Nicee Ewen, you do know when to give credits when it's due.

Nah Damian you're just making up shit now. You have excellent eyes, you know her dress is not cheap.

Of course Damian would fo anything for any imperial-scholar related. Cute.

Now this is interesting.

Some people say it's a reference to Harry Potter, so I wonder if some of it will turn out to be true. Especially the last two: "the cursed underground maze in section 4" and "the sealed chamber in the tower of wisdom." Sounds like hella suspicious places for a school filled with top political figures in the country. What if those are the places Donovan entered often? Hmmm. *sus glance* Wonder if DamiAnya gang will tackle the 7 mysteries like in Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun and see something they shouldn't see like in Promised Neverland, lol.

Anya, you got this! It's the name you learned in the school's interview! She already forgot, lol. But at least she got the "Ben" right!

Wonder if any of these kids will become Anya's new classmate, lol. Endo really used his break time brainstorming new characters here.

OMG IM DED. Narcis Hubrisse. Brayzen. These fucking fitting names I swear ���🤣🤣

Yesss you go Becky. Set your standard high. Don't mingle yourself with these lowly boys.

YAAASS. A GENTLEMAN ASKING ANYA OUT. YOU GO BOY. Even if it's a facade at least it's better than these Hubrisse and Brayzen boys.

OH.MY.GOD. FFFUUUUCKKK AJDNSKDBKDJDJSKHDUDJXNJDKDHDJJSJKSJSJSYEEEESSSSSS

HE'S HEREE HE'S FUCKING HERE. His hairstyle is ugly but HE'S HERE. I was wondering if we're gonna meet him soon. I was righttt, he iss gonna be a recurring character. I mean look at the name reveal from chapter 93. Look at that damn edgy hair. Hopefully he will be Anya's new classmate. But I never thought he'd put an interest in her as a runner-up in the classical language test. What is his background? How is he so good with the classical languange to even reach 90-ish points even though it's rarely taught? Does he have a connection with Anya with his gift in classical language and weird hairstyle? Why does he have such unsettling bow tie? I need to knooww

And he even pull off such a strong reaction from Damian too, skskjsksk. 2nd ML candidate? Lmao

Good to know Arnold's family is B tier. Not bad.

Twillightt you got soft. Letting Anya and Damian do whatever they want? What happen to the mission?

Lowkey sad to see Anya trying hard because Twillight didn't trust she would do a good job in plan B.

Oh mah gahh these preciouss kiddss 😭True homiess 😭😭💕💕

At least this will ensure Anya to get her place fair and square.

I wonder if Twillight realize Anya is approaching Damian for the sake of world peace she mentioned. Or he's simply motivated with Anya's motivation.

But at this rate, the dance will be over the moment Damian got his partner, lmaoo

Great comeback chapter! 🔥🔥🔥

*Edit: Screw what I said that Arnold might be the 2nd ML. I don't trust his hairstyle, his droopy eyes, his bow tie, and his polite manners. So far we've seen only adorable children but he could be evil for all we know. Better be cautious than sorry.*

[possum-quesadilla]

Ngl im not really someone who cries much, like I can't, and there is this one song (the underworld, EPIC: the musical) that always makes me sad but I can't cry and it felt shity and then I explained to someone why it was so sad and saying it outloud made me cry and it felt good to finally be able to cry for that song

Umm

You should listen to epic the musical

It's like

25 songs

15 more are on the way

Most of them don't make me cry

The fact that this is the first piece of media too make me cry should tell you a lot about it's quality.

Oh man. I just gave it a listen and holy moly. You’re right, might have to listen to the whole thing! It HIT right in the gut.

[soaps-mohawk]

Holy. Moly. You have my jaw HANGING open as i read this. (actually putting my hand over my mouth man) New fav fanfic (like first one I've properly been into...) and honestly it's a comfort read for me with the fluff!! I've never been into the omega verse before this and your writing has me obsessing!! I can't believe I didn't think of Phil.. Graves. Oopsies. been making so many conspiracy theories in my head IM OBSESSED!! Thank you so much for making these your writing is amazing!! Can't wait to see more!!(I don't want it to end lmao)

And of course, take your time with it, if you ever need a break everyone will understand! imo its a lot to write once per week!! <3

Aww thank you!!! I'm so glad you have been enjoying it (I've been so many people's firsts I'm so honored 🤭)

I'm going to be so sad when this fic ends (I have a lot of things planned for after though so don't worry)

Thank you for the support though, that means a lot 💚💚

[chiangyorange]

CHIANGY. CHIANGY OMG WHHAHHGH??? The last chapter of WMAS??? THE VERY LAST????? HOLY MOLY WHAT A JOURNEY... Oh my goodness. I'm bone-tired and sad so maybe this is hitting me in the feels harder than it normally would, because yknow, I haven't even started reading it, but I'm definitely feeling some kind of way and I'm feeling it A LOT.

Thank you for giving us your story, this piece of your heart and soul, and I hope any other future projects you'll have will see just as much love and success as WMAS, if not even more. You're incredible!!! I love you and HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!<333

TERVVVVVVV ILYSMMMMMMM ARARARARARRA <3<3<3<3 its been a really chaotic journey for wmas and you know what i would not change a single thing about it

also fun fact nqk was also a huge factor into making me Write wmas bc what i saw was omg funny fic thats making me cry i HAVE to start that wip now bc i wanna do that too im so serious i just havent said it till now bc i wanted wmas to be its own monster anyway i love you soso much

[borathae]

Chapter 10

ALSO HOW DID SHE GET BACK LATER?? wasnt she waking out of the uni? how did she end up in bed?? doesnt she have any classes on tuesday or wednesday? cuz then she would have realized somethings wrong

hold on i checked, she didnt have any classes on tuesday and was in library studying, so she is doing the same thing on wed too. and uni/colleges doesnt call you if you didnt attend until its not enough to apply for exam. holy shit she is only going to realize it until she goes to her class and finds out the said class was yesterday and today is tomorrow

GO AWAY (JIMIN) ANNA ofc joon stood up cuz it was yesterday and not today

THE MOVIE RAIN SCENE YEEHAW He is drenched, hair sticking against his forehead and shirt clinging to his body. IM GONNA DIE IM SIMPING TOO HARD AAAH

ok apology accepted i guess

“force of habit perhaps."  that hurt

keekek they are running home in the rain THEY ARE RUNNING HOME IN THE RAIN AAH JAOLXGWUIS giggles

STOP THEY ARE SO FUCKING CUTE WITH ALL THE SPLASHING AAAH I CANT PLEASE WHY AM I SINGLE AF 😭😭

If he keeps kissing you like this, you can’t guarantee that you won’t jump his bones right here and now. You twist his tie, needing him closer. TWISTING THE TIE AAAH PULL THE TIE FUCK

ALLOW ME TO FUCK YOU HOLY MOLY NOBODY SAYS THAT AND THATS SAD AS FUCK but it also makes it extra hot when tae says it

30 BUCKS FOR AN UNDERWEAR WTF YALL IT BETTER HAVE GOLD LACE OR SOMETHING i can get a dozen of normal underwear for less than 30 riyals???

FUCK THE TURN FROM ALL THE SWEET TALK- DIRTY TALK TO DESPERATE AS FUCK aaah my skin's hot??? oof

shit she is soo ruined, You are pretty sure you just gave birth. SHE GAVE BIRTH TO KTH 1 CONGRATULATIONS

Allow me to find my release on your chest”, THIS IS SOO FUNNY AND HOT AT THE SAME TIME

LICKING HER CLEAN FUCK IS THIS THE HOTTEST SMUT I READ OF YOURS??? (me with all your smut fuck)

“Vampires?” Taehyung gasps and inhales so harshly that he chokes on his spit, “my” – cough – "darling" – cough – "why would" – cough – "you think that?” - cough. ha caught u in 4k

SAYING JOON was in her dream caught his attention ALSO RM??

NOT YOU TO TAE NOOOOAUR AARGH *im this close to jumping off a cliff

oh my god idk what to do AAAH IM PULLING MY HAIR OUT

ALSO HOW DID SHE GET BACK LATER?? wasnt she waking out of the uni? how did she end up in bed?? doesnt she have any classes on tuesday or wednesday? cuz then she would have realized somethings wrong. hold on i checked, she didnt have any classes on tuesday and was in library studying, so she is doing the same thing on wed too. and uni/colleges doesnt call you if you didnt attend until its not enough to apply for exam. holy shit she is only going to realize it until she goes to her class and finds out the said class was yesterday and today is tomorrow

THE CONFUSION IS GROWING LIKE WHAT DID JOON DO TO HER?? WHAT ARE THEY ALL DOING TO HER?? HELP HER

THE MOVIE RAIN SCENE YEEHAW He is drenched, hair sticking against his forehead and shirt clinging to his body. IM GONNA DIE IM SIMPING TOO HARD AAAH

relatable. valid. me.

ok apology accepted i guess

hahah me when wet!Tae JFAJSDF

“force of habit perhaps."  that hurt

the pain </3

keekek they are running home in the rain THEY ARE RUNNING HOME IN THE RAIN AAH JAOLXGWUIS giggles

HAHAHHA ME

STOP THEY ARE SO FUCKING CUTE WITH ALL THE SPLASHING AAAH I CANT PLEASE WHY AM I SINGLE AF 😭😭

me fr (I was at a street festival yesterday and the men there reminded me why I'm single. imma stick with my delulu fictional men tbfh)

If he keeps kissing you like this, you can’t guarantee that you won’t jump his bones right here and now. You twist his tie, needing him closer. TWISTING THE TIE AAAH PULL THE TIE FUCK

LIKE I NEED HER TO PULL HIM AROUND BY HIS TIE

ALLOW ME TO FUCK YOU HOLY MOLY NOBODY SAYS THAT AND THATS SAD AS FUCK but it also makes it extra hot when tae says it

like he is the king of consent AND I NEED HIM

30 BUCKS FOR AN UNDERWEAR WTF YALL IT BETTER HAVE GOLD LACE OR SOMETHING i can get a dozen of normal underwear for less than 30 riyals???

lmoaoao me fr JFADJ

FUCK THE TURN FROM ALL THE SWEET TALK- DIRTY TALK TO DESPERATE AS FUCK aaah my skin's hot??? oof

barking at him out of my vagina tbfh

shit she is soo ruined, You are pretty sure you just gave birth. SHE GAVE BIRTH TO KTH 1 CONGRATULATIONS

I forgot I wrote this BAHAHAH 😶 help why is she so unserious? jfasjdf

Allow me to find my release on your chest”, THIS IS SOO FUNNY AND HOT AT THE SAME TIME

HFAHDSHF I need him so bad

LICKING HER CLEAN FUCK IS THIS THE HOTTEST SMUT I READ OF YOURS??? (me with all your smut fuck)

LIKE BESTIE I ALSO FORGOT I WROTE THIS LIKE BARKING AT HIM

“Vampires?” Taehyung gasps and inhales so harshly that he chokes on his spit, “my” – cough – "darling" – cough – "why would" – cough – "you think that?” - cough. ha caught u in 4k

hfhadshf he is panicking hard

SAYING JOON was in her dream caught his attention ALSO RM??

jfajsdfj they are NOT subtle with it AFHSDFH

NOT YOU TO TAE NOOOOAUR AARGH *im this close to jumping off a cliff

LIKE STOP GASLIGHTING HER!!!!

[kozykricket]

also i could make a whole post on how they WAY overcooked the bundle like holy moly

i really find it quite sad when something is working quite well, but then gets. worked on MORE to the point its actually. less nice. the bundle has some new benefits, but some new drawbacks yes you can pick what item you want to take out of it now, but -the spacing between items is so large on java for some reason -the items start coming from the RIGHT while the bar moves from the left TO the right -why do we need that giant second bar anyways? isnt x/64 items way easier to understand? are we afraid of showing numbers in tooltips? i mean, i think durability should be shown in numbers when hovering over an item. -i guess i can say that in terms of less items being able to be shown at a time, thats a neutral thing. it was definitely done to make it less of an absurdly large UI at times, so i understand. but also, it does mean it can be annoying to take some items out of your bundle and also, not using the leather dyeing system? because oh we'd prefer to manually texture each of the 16 colors? thats just weird. the textures for the 16 colors arent even better than what a colorshifted bundle could look like. i think they just ... wanted to PERFECT it and, ended up making it clunkier in the process of trying to make it omega intuitive. and ultimately it also just takes up more design time, too. so yes, im disappointed in bundles. but the rest of 1.21.2 is fantastic, genuinely one of my fav types of changelogs to read.

[peekychu]

hi, ive loved your art forever, finally working up the courage to send an ask ahshdjfjf

when i was a kid i was really attached to the pokemon anime and i remember that one episode about the charmander being left all alone in the rain, and then being saved by ash and given a chance to recover, i remember projecting so hard onto it and wanting to be given that chance as well, to have someone save me like that. anyways, your art has always made me Feel Things, theres a very sentimental quality to your art and the way you design characters. i connect a lot with your sadder stuff as well. youre very good at storytelling in your work, especially that piece with ray about wanting to return to the places in your childhood but not ever experiencing them the same way. man, you hit that feeling right on the head.

anyways, where was i going with this. i struggle a lot with trying to reclaim some parts of my childhood, it took me a lot to even remember that i projected so much onto that charmander. but seeing a pikachu be so.. i dont know, happy about connecting with pokemon so much, it just, it means a lot to me. i used my imagination as escapism and id like to try and reconnect with it. i am using your art as a guide and as inspiration.. i feel like i can get close to that again.

i hope animal friends brings you joy and i will be so happy if you choose to share any of it. and im sorry about your job, ive been in that exact situation, stay strong

sincerely, one online animal beast to another <3

Oh my GOD, this ask is so touching idek where to start answering 😭😭😭 Wow, thank you!!!

Instant follow btw, ur drawings are so dynamic and sensory, and HOLY moly your anatomy skills 🤯 I’m super honored!!!

I honestly forget ppl ever see my more sad/melancholy drawings, I wasn’t expecting it to affect me so hard hearing someone mention it xD Drawing is one of the few vessels I can properly channel my emotions with, and there’s a lot more raw stuff I don’t share online. I never know if the catharsis I feel drawing the Heavier stuff translates, because I still center those drawings around silly animals xD

I’m so happy you were able to rediscover your connection with Ash’s charmander!! That episode always made me emotional too 💔 I can’t say where my lifelong fixation on Pikachu really began, but my mom told me that even before I engaged with anything pkmn related, I was just immediately enamored by seeing it at a store or on TV xD

Eventually she took me to see Pokémon 4ever in theaters, and I vaguely remember being instantly ENCHANTED by the little short movie before the actual film began. Those animated shorts of Pikachu with all its friends, no humans attached, were always this ultimate comfort fantasy for me to watch xD

As my identity and personality fluctuates, I always find it comforting being grounded in my connection to Pikachu. The episode where it refused to evolve stuck with me on a deep level too haha.

ANYWAYS UHH I can’t thank you enough for your kind words!!!! I am holding ur paw, you stay strong too!

[nessieart]

Teeth pt. 3

Characters: Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Steve Rogers, Peter Parker, Shifter!Reader

Eventual Tony x Reader, slow burn?

WC: ~3.9k (it got away from me sorry!)

AN: Holy moly a pt3? I’ve really been enjoying writing, and I'm just trying to keep it going because at the end of the day its for me, and if you’re along for the journey then I'm glad you’re here reading, too.

Warnings: Canon divergent sorta cause i love peter so much. Cursing, no y/n used, canon level violence?, made up fantasy stuff most likely.

Summary: You try to explain who and what you are to the group.

<<Previous

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There's a silence that lingers longer than you'd like. It drags on for a few minutes after Peter leaves. You feel like everyone is holding their breath, waiting for something to happen. You shift on your feet, the Captains still standing behind you, but he removed his hand from your shoulder.

You looked at him over your shoulder, "I'm sorry for my outburst, Captain," you spoke softly. "I can't guarantee it won't happen again, but in my defense, it is close to the full moon."

You tried to smile a little, to ease the tension in the room.

"Please, call me Steve," he released a deep breath you're sure he wasn't aware he was holding, and returned your smile. "You wouldn't mind telling us a bit about yourself, maybe? Where are you from, how did you get here?" Steve gestures his arms out wide, probably in a general sense of New York and not the Tower.

You look from Stark to Dr Banner. The former sweeps his hand out for you to continue.

With a heavy sigh you move and sit down on a chair closest to you. It's squishy and comfortable, not something you'd associate with a Billionaires taste in furniture. Style and function over comfort.

You fidget with your hands in your lap while you gather your thoughts. No use keeping it all back now.

"I'm from an area outside Sedona, Arizona," you start, still looking at your hands on your lap. "I was born in 1923." You hear a choking noise from across the room, looking up you see Stark cough into the new glass of scotch he poured.

"I-Im sorry?" Stark says, placing his drink down, "you look like you're 25!" His hands articulate around him like he can't fathom it.

"Yeah, and so does he," you point to Steve.

"But I was on ice for 70 years," Steve tilts it head to the side, eyebrows drawn down in question.

You shrug, "I'm supernatural. Shifters and werebeings and things like that live really long lives. Usually."

"You said, 'usually', what's another factor?" Dr Banner speaks up this time. He's moved across the room to sit on the edge of the couch across from you.

"Untimely death," you say. "Sometimes if a supernatural being forms a bond with a human so strong they tend to have the human's lifespan." Your fidgeting is back, out of the corner of your

eye you see Steve make his way to the couch where Dr Banner is.

You take another breath before continuing, "My papa was a shifter, my ma was a human. When my mother died Papa died not too long after." You see the sadness in Steve's eyes, Dr Banner gives you a sad smile. Stark's looking down at his drink in his hands. You know people aren't foreign to loss, and you can see it on all three of the men's faces in the room. "After Papa died, it was just my brother's and I," you continue. "I had four older brothers, me, and two younger brothers. Out of the 7 of us, only one was human. My youngest brother, Arthur, we all called him Artie," you smile a bit at the memory of your family. "He was 16 when he was drafted into the army..." your trail off, looking out the window instead.

"I lost my best friend while overseas, fighting back HYDRA," Steve says softly. He’s leaning forward with his arms resting on his knees. "He fell from a train and I couldn't do anything but watch him fall," he's gripping his hands together so tight his knuckles are white. "I used to question what was the use of me getting the serum if I couldn't even save the one person that meant more to me than anyone else in the world..." Steve heaves a sigh, he's looking at you now, his gaze unwavering. The bright blue of his eyes are startling.

"I was told I was always meant for more. And then I crashed that plane into the Arctic, and woke up a year ago. I lost everyone I ever cared about in the blink of an eye for me."

"I'm so sorry, Steve," you say. And you mean it, "My brother Artie is still alive, he has a family and lives in Oregon. He's a grandfather with 4 grandkids." You get up and pace a little, making your way over to Stark. "I haven't seen him in almost 20 years."

He looks up from his glass, when you stop in front of him. "I'd make a Twilight joke, but I really don't want you to bite me," Stark says. He watches as you take the glass from his hands and bring it to your lips, downing the rest of the contents. You can tell it's expensive, the scotch is smooth going down and only burns a little at the end. You hand the glass back to Stark, his face is blank and you can't tell what he's thinking.

You lick your lips to get the rest of the scotch off, and his eyes track the movement. For a moment you two stare at each other, Stark breaks eye contact first, clearing his throat he taps the light you just noticed in the middle of his chest.

"My parents died in a car accident when I was younger," Stark says quietly, he avoids your gaze for a moment, still tapping at the light in his chest. You think it might be a nervous tick of his.

"I'm sorry," you tell him, hedging away and going back to your chair near Steve and Banner. Stark hums in acknowledgement, he seems lost in thought for a moment.

"What about the rest of your brothers?" Banner asks.

"I have a twin, I'm 12 minutes older than him," you smile slightly, "always used to make fun of him for it. His name's Leon. My younger brothers and I are the only ones still alive."

"What happened?" It was Stark who spoke up, he was standing behind the couch where Steve and Banner sat. His question was soft, so was his gaze.

"Hunters," was all you said. Spitting the word out like venom. Your hands balling into fists in your lap. You didn't notice yourself get so angry you were growling until a hesitant hand was on your knee. Your head shot up and you were staring at Stark. Whiskey colored eyes staring at you, his face full of concern. He's sitting on the coffee table in front of you

You took a deep breath and relaxed your hands, there was blood on your nails from when your claws dug into your palms, the wounds already closing.

"I'm -"

"If you say sorry one more time I'll throw a fit," Stark tries to joke to lighten the mood. His hands still on your knee when you nod at him, grateful to not have to go into detail about your other siblings.

"Why don't we call it a night?" Steve's the one to speak up now, he stands, and tilts his head towards you. You agree with a nod, and Stark squeezes your knee a little before he stands up and backs away.

You stand and wrap your arms around yourself, "I want to thank you for listening to my story," you speak softly. "Steve, Dr Banner," you nod at each of the men. And then you look at Stark, "Stark."

"I think after all that you can call me Bruce," he smiles at you as he puts his hands in his pants pockets. You hum in agreement.

Stark makes his way to the elevators, followed by Steve and Bruce, he looks back at you, "C'mon Big Bad, I'll show you to your room." The lift on the right dings open and all three men step inside. You follow after a moment.

Steve's standing at parade rest in the center of the elevator, oh yeah definitely a military man. Bruce is to his right and next to him stands Stark. You stand next to Steve in the corner on his left. The doors close and you're left in silence as the elevator descends.

Being in this close proximity to them all the smells are jumbled and mixed together. You can pick out Steve fairly easily, after he gave you that bear hugging grip earlier you remember his scent. You don't realize you're leaning into him until he clears his throat.

You jump back, " I, uh, sorry. You smell like a forest. It's nice," you're acutely aware that your face is bright red as you look down at your feet.

Steve chuckles lightly, "It's alright. Good to know I don't smell terrible." He's grinning at you when you look up at him. He's also sporting a slight blush, the tips of his ears are red as well. You smile up at him.

“Does everyone have a different smell to you?” Bruce asks, he looks around Steve to you.

You nod, you’ve never really had to explain it before, “You know, hm. Damn, this might be harder to explain than I thought.” The elevator dings again, and the doors open.

“Maybe you can explain it tomorrow?” Bruce asks, him and Steve exiting the lift together. You smile and nod. They bid you and Stark farewell and goodnight before the doors close again.

You’re not sure where you’ll be staying until the doors open again only a few floors down. Stark motions for you to exit before him and he follows you out into a large living area. The couch in the center of the room is sunken into the floor, the comfiest couch is littered with blankets and pillows. The space looks well lived in, there's a fireplace across the couch on the right wall, and above it is a large flatscreen tv. The floor to ceiling windows are on the far side of the living space across from the wall the elevator is on. There's a kitchenette on the far side as well. To your left is a hallway, it looks like there’s 3 doors down that way.

You take a big inhale, getting used to the space, and you’re hit with that bubblegum scent here. It’s all over the space. You light up and smile, “Peter,” is all you say when you look at Stark.

He hums, “Yeah. This is where the kid stays when he’s here at the Tower. Usually on the weekends.” Starks rocking back on his heels with his hands in his pockets. “I hope this is okay, for you to stay in while you’re here.” He rubs the back of his neck with his hand. Was he nervous?

“This is more than enough,” you say. “I can’t remember the last time I stayed somewhere as nice or as big as this,” you look around the room. “Actually, I can't remember the last time I stayed indoors.” You go to move towards the couch, you really wanted to get comfy and get under those blankets.

“There's three rooms down the hall, the one on the right is Peet’s,” Stark supplies, “the other two are fair game. Basic clothing, toiletries, etc. Help yourself to whatever’s in the kitchen.” He isn't looking at you while he speaks. In fact, he hedged his way back towards the elevator while you weren’t looking. It makes you upset that he’s suddenly uncomfortable around you. A small whine escapes you before you could stop it, he looks at you then. Eyes a little wide and brows furrowed.

“I uh, sorry,” you say, fidgeting your fingers together, “You, um, n-never mind. I’ll figure it all out.”

Stark nods, “J, make sure she has everything she needs,” he says to the ceiling. The AI responds in affirmation. Stark says your name as the elevator doors open. The lights from the lift cast his form in a silhouette, and he bids you a goodnight.

“Thank you, Stark,” you say with a wave.

“Call me Tony,” he calls as the doors close and there's a quiet ding.

You’re left on your own in a space that lingers with the faintest hint of cedar and cut grass.

–*--

You’re hesitant to speak to the AI, not used to talking to yourself out loud, and having something that responds back. You make your way towards the rooms instead and check to see if Peter’s was open.

You push the door open and inside is the biggest bed you've ever seen, the sheets and comforter are rumpled and well used, there's socks and shirts and gym shorts on the floor and hanging out of the hamper next to a door on the left wall. That door leads to an ensuite bathroom, all of Peter's ’s toiletries are strewn about.

You take it upon yourself to straighten things out, cleaning off the sink and countertop, arranging the bottles around nicely, removing his dirty laundry and putting them in the baskets by the door. You tidy up the shower stall as well, placing the soaps and shampoos away.

You’re tempted to take one yourself, but decide to finish cleaning up Peter’s room. You're not sure when you'll see him next and want his space to be nice when he returns. After the bed is made and the dirty laundry is away in baskets, you check the wardrobe, there's a few shirts and hoodies hung up and drawers full of undergarments and socks and shorts.

You grab the largest hoodie there, it's well worn, big, red, and smells like detergent. You also grab some boxer briefs until you can clean your own clothes. You shed your dirty clothes and put them to the side, and turn on the shower. The room is steamy when you step into the shower stall, the water temperature perfect and you sigh in relief. It sure beats washing up in a fountain or stream in Central Park.

The soaps and shampoo feel nice as you lather them. You'll have to ask Stark for some unscented soaps, but for now these will do fine.

After drying off you put the oversized hoodie on, which reaches just above your knees, along with the boxer briefs. It's warm and cozy, and you see why Peter keeps it. You gather your dirty clothes and put them near the couch in the living area. This couch has been calling your name since you walked into the space earlier.

You arrange the blankets just right in the middle of the giant couch, and shift into your overly large coyote form. It was easier shifting this close to the full moon than during any other moon phase. You make yourself comfortable in the blankets and hoodie as you are sent into a fast and deep sleep.

–*--

You aren't aware of how you came out of your slumber, but there's a weight next to you and someone's hand softly running over your head, and down to your shoulder blades. It repeats again, the same languid motion of being petted. And then you let out a purr, it's low and rumbles in your chest and you sink further into the affection.

Inhaling deeply you smell citrus and bubblegum, which isn't a surprise because you're in Peter’s living space after all. But it's stronger now and then you hear a chuckle.

With a yelp you spring off the couch, blue eyes wide as you stare at Peter.

He's trying not to laugh too hard, “Oh no! Sorry I woke you,” he says between giggles. “I didn’t know you could turn when it's not the full moon! That’s so cool. And you’re really soft, I couldn't help it.”

You huff, prancing back over to where Peter's sitting on the couch, and flump down next to him. He’s grinning down at you as you put your head in his lap, and he raises his hand back to scratch behind your ears. You didn't realize how touch starved you were until Peter started lazily petting you again, the purr you let out was loud now and you plan on soaking up the affection for as long as he’ll allow.

The lift door dings, but you can’t hear it while Peter tells you about school, his aunt, and his friends. Every sentence feels long and run together with how fast and enthusiastic he speaks. But you don't mind, you really like Peter. He reminds you so much of your younger brothers when you were kids.

“Well, that's not something you see everyday,” Stark says after a moment, he has an amused look on his face. He’s standing behind the couch where you and Peter are. How did you not notice him coming in? “Comfy Wile E.?” That dumb smirk is on his face and there's a twinkle in his honeyed brown eyes.

You grumble as best you can, grabbing the hoodie and boxers in your mouth and trotting out of the room into Peter’s bedroom. You shift back to human and put the clothes on before you return into the living area a few moments later. Peter’s pouting looking up at Stark, the latter has his back to you when you come in.

“Yeah yeah, laugh it up,” you comment dryly, “like i haven't heard that before.”

They turn to look at you, Peter still has a slight pout, and as Stark looks you over you hear a sharp intake of breath, there's a slight blush that rises to his cheeks and he clears his throat as he stands to his full height.

“Bruce is in the lab,” Stark says, “wanted to know if you, uh, wanted to do whatever it is you do.” He gestures around you vaguely.

“You could’ve told JARVIS and we would have made our way up,” pipes up Peter, his arms are crossed over the back of the couch, and his head is resting on his arms. He’s hiding a grin when he looks at you, and you roll your eyes. Stark clears his throat again.

You hum, “Not like I have anywhere else to be,” ignoring Peter’s comment. The teen bounds up off the couch to follow you to the lab to see what Bruce wanted. He missed your telling of your history last night, but you could tell him about it another time.

–*--

As you enter the lab, you notice Bruce is hunched over a table, he’s looking into a microscope and glancing at a tablet he jots notes down every so often.

“Brucey, I come bearing gifts,” Starks sing-song voice rings out in the lab.

Without turning around, Bruce sighs, “Please, Tony, I really can’t stand those smoothies you make–” he cuts off mid sentence, having noticed other people in the room other than Stark. “Oh,” he chuckles lightly, removing his glasses as he turns towards your group, “sorry about that. I didn’t know Tony was going to get you.” he glances at Stark then back to you and Peter.

Stark makes himself seem busy, standing at a different table in the lab. There’s machine parts and tools strewn across it, “Hmm? Never said that,” he mutters to himself. He peers out the corner of his eye at you, and you’re looking at him with your head tilted to the side, and another blush rises to his cheeks as he averts his gaze back to the table.

Hmm, Cute…

Wait, what?

You shake your head a bit, looking back to Bruce, “So, what is it you need me to do, Doc?”

Bruce grabs his tablet, tapping away for a moment before he swipes up and the video from a month ago of you in the alley with 4 of those thugs is in the space between you.

A growl lets loose from your throat at the image, Bruce raises a hand in defense, and then he taps a few more times and swipes up again and a still image of you shifted to your coyote lying on your back with Peter petting you while you two were on the couch.

This time you feel the heat rush from your neck all the way up to your ears, it’s a hot embarrassing blush and you put a hand to your cheeks to try and cool the burn.

Next to you, Peter lets out a quiet ‘aw’ and he places a hand on top of your head and ruffles your hair a bit. You don't fight him, you enjoy his brotherly affections. You smile over at him and playfully shove him away from you.

When you look back to Bruce he’s smiling at you both, you clear your throat, “Ah, what do you need me to do?”

Bruce stands and walks through the projections, motioning to the still video he says, “How is it you can look like this and this?” He then motions to the candid picture of Peter and you.

“The large anthro build is a defensive form of shifting, for fighting mostly,” you explain. “We still have use of our hands, and our legs are very powerful. I could probably jump a small story building in one leap if I were to really try.”

“Whoa, like Superman!” Peter exclaims. You snort at him, you were no superhero, and you definitely don’t wear capes.

The still is zoomed in on you, fur covering your arms and legs. Your fingers have long claws coming from your nail beds. Your face is a mix of half dog half human, fur covering your cheeks and down your neck to your chest. Your nose and mouth elongated into a half formed muzzle. There's a snarl on your face and your teeth are long and pointed k9s. Your ears had shifted to long points with tufts of fur at the tips. A tail protrudes out the back of you above your ripped and tattered jeans. You're surprised your clothes aren't rags by now.

“And the normal quadrupedal form is the most common one used amongst Shifters. It’s fast and easy to shift to, it blends in with other wildlife, usually. I uh, this isn't something I’ve had to explain before, sorry if there’s something that's confusing.”

Bruce nods along with your explanation, he seems to understand somewhat. He was typing on his tablet while you spoke, probably writing notes about your forms.

“Are there any other forms you can shift to?” he asks when he finishes typing, he moves back to his desk.

“None I'm comfortable doing right now,” you supply. “The one I need to shift to is my coyote form, and the need becomes greater the closer to the full moon. That's why you walked in on me like that, Bug. I feel like I’m crawling out of my skin the longer I put off shifting, even standing here right now is making me crazy.”

“You’re very soft,” Peter grins. “I thought you were a werewolf though? You said coyote?”

You nod, “I’m a shifter, it’s different in the sense that I was born this way, not bitten.” All heads turn towards you with wide eyes. “What?”

Peter sputters a little, “You can be bitten?! And turned into a coyote? Or a wolf?”

“Says the kid who was bitten by a radioactive spider, and got super human abilities,” Stark says.

Now it’s your turn to stare wide-eyed.

I'm sorry, what?

You honestly shouldn't be surprised by a lot of things, coming from the supernatural world. At least that's what you thought a year ago, before literal aliens came pouring out of the sky in the middle of Midtown New York.

–*--

Next>>

AN: thank you for taking the time out of your day to read this, it really means a lot to me! I wasn’t planning on making this more than one part, but here we are!

[the-wrat]

Hello tumblr would you care to see my reactions to the burrows end finale anyway here they are:

(thanks for reading if you do i guess)

god new Tula is so unhinged and I love it like wtf is that jumpsuit idea

implications of lukas knowing about cocaine are stoats have either done it or like watched scarface or smth right

"twerking on a gearshift"

god I hope they ram the humans

noooo thorn

oh god oh fuck oh pants oh sheeeyiit.

my god the flying squirrel scene is right out of an animated kids movie

holy moly the arc from refusing to understand anything to "well, help us understand"😭

RIP Carlos Luna gone too soon

absolutely loving this new map scale

well this is gut wrenching (both figuratively and literally)

wait is Siobhan from the forest? why is she going back to the forest

this time on burrows end:

Iyengar and Mulligan: Rules Lawyers Divided

(good on Brennan trying to twist the effect tho, it was worth a shot)

oh god the betrayal poor bhint baby

oooooooh shit oh pants oh dammit Aabria why

I hate this

I resonate so much with Brennan's dead inside voice rn

if Jaysohn dies I WILL riot

Jesus fucking Christ in hell people

oh im gonna be so emotionally devastated after this

I may never recover

KILL IT JAYSOHN FUCKING KILL IT DEAD

HELL YEAH JAYSOHN CATCH THE BULLET

so frikin cool thas the pants (meant like that's the shit)

man that baculum is tough, huh?

of course the villain in the story wants to bomb everything it's a cold war era story

love the new york accent meat suit thing, 10/10 bit

wow radiation bad whoda thunk

I think i need an image of jasper screaming to react to stuff with

I second the Emmy nom

wait it's called the dimensional dome??!?

this is pantsing insane

oh my god they won I didn't even think this was possible

no not Jaysohn please not Jaysohn I'll do anything cmon you can't do this please no. help.

okay he's not full dead we still have hope ppl.

ah yes nuclear power plants, well known for having their own ice cream trucks.

okay I fully forgot about Lukas is bhint baby okay

ooohhh beans

oh.pants.

final sacrifice?

past Tula really said "all I wanted was to fall asleep, close my eyes and disappear"

this is so sad but that was a truly amazing speech

oh nooo an epilogue time to see how my prediction of "bittersweet" turned out. somehow, after all that, I think it's not gonna happen

peace and love bb

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

stoat pres!

man the whiplash of going from almost crying to "Kenji do that little dance"

Dr. Stoat!

oh shit they never said a stoat couldn't play sports!

literally hyperventilating Air Jaysohn is real and he made it to the Olympics

do they have weight classes in long jumps?

BRIGHTER THAN THE SUN SWIFTER THAN THE WIND PANTS YEAH!!

[keefessketchbook]

CIRCE SAGA THOUGHTS!!!! ✨✨🐷

OMG I LOVED THIS SOOOOO MUCH, IT WAS SO GOOD. I love hermes

sorry this is kinda long guys and that it took me forever to make

Puppeteer

-the "polites gear up, you and i'll go ahead" strings at the beginning 😭. I loved polites sm

-Eurylochus trying to talk to Odysseus is just so sad and I love how it shows how he is losing not faith or trust but losing something in odysseus that they are going to make it home

-Odysseus is like actually tired and thinks that he truly is never going to make it home to his family

-JUST THE STRINGS IN GENERAL FOR THIS SONG AND THIS SAGA ARE SOOO PRETTY

-eurylochus' little rap moment(?)>>>>>>

-Odysseus' "damn" and "what" are the spring in my step

-Circe's voice!!!!!!!!! omg guys i love her sm!

-Circe casting her spell (the think of your past bit) is so pretty and i love how she lures them into a false sense of comfort and looks like she's trying to help them

-also love the "no i don't play i puppeteer" part

-"this is the price/we paid to live/the world is not/meant to forgive" 😍

-I LOVE how immediately Odysseus is like we gotta save them and Eurylochus is like we've sacrificed enough, don't you want to get home? and Odysseus is like i would love to but if it were you i would save you and i hope you would too. (also when Eurylochus is like "lets just run", i'm reading some feelings Eury has for someone 👀👀)

-also Odysseus saying "i can hardly sleep now" shows how in tune and how much he truly feels

Wouldn't you like

-HERMES' LAUGHS!!!!

-I love how the three gods we have met, two have come to odysseus invisible before introducing themselves (or Odysseus guessing)

-The chorus is so 70s and i love that, it totally fits his vibe

-The teaser bit that we've had is still beautiful

-The piano! the background vocals!

-holy moly i can't-

-"Wouldn't you like to use more than words?" I love how the gods seem to be following his journey and hermes knows odysseus defeats most of his foes but his wit and he knows circe wont fall for simple words

-Odysseus saying thank you and Hermes is like I just want free entertainment :)

Done For

-more strings <<<333

-Odysseus knows damn well she has his man but he still is trying with his words, cutie

-Love how Circe just wants to protect her nymphs

-Circe's high notes 😍

-I think my favorite part of this song is the part when Odysseus is talking how Circe can't spell him and then their banter

-"then i must be a god like you cause i got this root from the ground with my bare hands" 💀 bro is fully lying

-"Hermes gave it to you, didn't he? well yes but regardless" LMAOOO

-Their little duet ♥

There are other ways

-The opener for this song is wonderful

-Odysseus lamenting about his mistakes is beautiful just *mwah*

-Their voices blend so well together!!!

-I live for Jay using the "Just a man" motif/melody for Odysseus and it calls back to one of his darkest moments

-THE PENOLOPE STRINGS!!!!!!!

-Also apparently Jay messed up with the 12 long years part meaning to say 10 but i think that i shows how Odysseus is kinda losing it

-I love how he rhymes Circe with mercy and calls him and his crew puppets

-i love how circe gave in and decided to help them. ngl im just imagining odysseus give circe big puppy eyes

-"problem is this prophet is dead" the low note!!

-loved how circe is still trying to help him

-it made me so happy how circe changed her chorus to be nicer(?)/more helpful

Honestly in the underworld saga, i want to hear the "open arms" motif and if we do, you can find me on the floor bawling my eyes out

Stay weird, lovies <3