#hurricanesass

[itsallavengers]

Is it weird that your tags feel like my inner mood and mental dialogue? Bc they do. Anyway, you’re lovely and I adore reading your writing and posts bc i end up with Emotions every time. ❤️❤️

then we must be very similar because babey that’s EXACTLY what they are for me! Fucking love tagging everything with all my nonsensical bullshit!

[rayshippouuchiha]

I’m so sorry you met a Rat™️. But to be fair Ray, you decided to explore. Could you not have lived in ignorance? Or pretended it was a snake and moved on? I am glad that you made a pact with the Rat™️ and have not been stricken with the Illness though. Also, I realized how glad I am that your voice somehow sounds exactly like Toni, like I knew that but it just hit me again when I read your story. By that I mean I could imagine Toni in your place & it would all be the same.

In true fox/Tony Stark style curiosity is a begetting sin of mine and I can not help it!

And yeah there’s probably more than a bit of bleed through and it’s also probably one of the reasons I love Toni/y so much.  We’re the same kind of Dramatic(TM)

[aurumacadicus]

...... OW. my hEaRT. 💔💔💔*sobs* just. Ow.

Isn’t it great!?

[naferty]

Ironpanther birthday fic is back! Part 8 has finally arrived. Finally. 

~~

Shuri and Peter were crouched under a bush and watched intently as T’Challa and Mr Stark quietly talked to each other. Both felines lied on their stomachs with their paws crossed in front of them. T’Challa, Shuri noticed, was constantly flicking his tail upwards in interest. A tell she knew meant her brother appeared invested in the relationship that was building between himself and the white tiger in the span of a month. It mattered not what that relationship ended as. Her brother already showed he considered his tie with the tiger important.

As for Mr Stark. There were no visible tells that showed he returned the sentiment or the interest. No flick of his tail, no paw shuffling, no ear twitch, no casually leaning closer, not even a subtle sniff. Mr Stark was as still as a stump. He was guarded, cautious, even more so than her own brother, who had gone through lessons after lessons in order to hide any body language that would show weakness to their enemies.

Mr Stark appeared careful, even amongst allies only wishing to help. Even as her brother showed obvious signs and clear intentions. The courage to open up was nonexistent in his form. Signs of embedded wounds buried deep within his being. Perhaps a case of too often bitten, permanently shy?

Days had gone by and the injuries Mr Stark had sustained had healed over. The white of his fur finally clear and the worry of infection long gone. Now, only the emotional scarring remained. Scarring he wished to keep hidden. Through what little they could see during moments he let himself go Shuri had come to find the man was stubborn and brash and perfect for her brother, who was equally hot-headed and knew no better. But how to let him see?

They needed a hand. A little push together.

“We need ideas. I feel the song will not be enough for them. The two are too stubborn,” she said to the wolf. “They need all the help we can offer.”

Peter sniffed, “You think a song about love is not enough? I thought it’s pretty straight forward.”

“They are too proud. Neither will take the leap. We need to give them a push.”

“Right. How about… falling leaves while the song plays?”

Shuri tilted her head. “Falling leaves? For an aesthetic touch to it? Yes, that’ll work. View each other under a different light. How about the scene of the water… does Mr Stark swim?”

“I don’t know. I never actually saw him swim, but he’s a tiger, I’m sure he knows how.”

“Let’s hope so. If not, my brother can rescue him. That will surely earn him points.”

“What do you have in mind for the water part?”

“Knock them in. A swim is perfect. We’ll have to time it.”

“Oh, they’re not going to like that.”

“It’s their own fault for needing the help.”

Shuri grinned when she heard Peter snort. They would require to plan ahead if they wished to make their list come true. To time everything as perfectly as they could. To let the two adults know whatever they feel, no matter how small, is mutual.

Maybe they’ll find something more together.

“I hope none of them freeze,” Shuri had little in that regard, “we need to go and prepare. If I know my brother he will continue to visit each day. If not to chat Mr Stark up, than to check both his and your progress.”

As if by reflex at the mention of their past treatment, Peter shook his head to ruffle the fur around his neck. Perhaps to remind himself of the freedom he now possessed without the collar? She felt a pang in her chest at the thought.

What they must have gone through…

At least now they are safe and free to roam, instead of being locked in a cage as if they were mere animals. The very idea, the audacity, it sent a shiver of disgust through her.

“We can plan these events to fit his visits, but we need more suggestions. They will need the courage to admit anything and that will not occur from one.”

Peter’s tail visibly wagged. “Let’s get to planning then. I’ve got plenty of ideas. Not all of them sane, but I’m sure they’ll be fine. Mr Stark is quick on his feet.”

“So is my brother. Perhaps we can use that.”

“Brainstorm then?”

“Brainstorm,” Shuri agreed before they ran off to plan every detail they could.

Over to where both tiger and panther rested Tony’s entire body shivered. His hairs all rose as if danger was in his near future. The sense so strong he visibly shuddered and T’Challa noticed.

“Did you sense that, too?” The prince inquired, letting him know he experienced the same thing.

“Something is going to happen. We’re not going to like it.”

“I fear we’ll have no choice in the matter. We will not be able to avoid whatever we will meet in our future.”

Tony huffed. “That doesn’t sound ominous at all. Thanks.”

T’Challa gave him a toothy smile. “Would you rather I lie?”

“I’d rather steer clear of it in general. Can you make that possible?”

“I can make a lot of things, but even I cannot predict future occurrences.”

“Guess we’ll just face our fates then. Can’t be that bad, right?”

~~~

Tony would have assumed he had jinxed himself by speaking too soon, but he honestly had not expected or had been prepared for this.

Two days since the foreboding and he had braced himself for the worst. His mind had run with dozens of possibilities of what their future held. From the metaphorical rug soon being yanked from under his and Peter's paws with the true colors of the prince being revealed, to something simple as one of them having the unfortunate luck of catching a cold.

Of all those possibilities it never occurred to him that Shuri and Peter were the ones to be responsible for the whole debacle and what, exactly, the duo had planned to do.

Boy, it had never crossed his mind this was what they had planned for both him and T'Challa.

He had been lying peacefully on the ground. His fur shining better than ever under the sun. The patches where his fur had once been missing were now covered and healthy. The white of his fur glowing, showing his progress in health. While some scars would forever remain, he counted his blessings for now. T’Challa had truly kept his word and aided them, but Tony still planned to keep his guard up.

He’d been burned plenty of times.

The prince himself was lying next to him. Moderate space between them to not intrude in their personal bubbles.

They weren't chatting, surprisingly comfortable with just each other’s company. Tony was enjoying the sun’s rays as he continued to heal and T’Challa was enjoying a small break from his princely duties.

The orange petal falling from the sky was first seen by Tony. The white tiger had been basking under the rays with his head up and eyes closed when something flicked his nose. His eyes open to the sight of a beautiful long petal balancing perfectly on the tip of his nose. Confused, he lowered his snout to allow the petal to continue its path down.

Odd. Tony didn’t even know their cage had orange flowers. He eyed it confusingly.

Then another petal floated down. Then another and another. All of them trickling down and landing all around them.

“What?”

T’Challa was just as confused as him, if his twitching ears had anything to say of it.

“Is this normal?” He asked the prince. It appeared only their spot was being rained on by orange petals and nowhere else.

“It is not,” T’Challa stared at the petals as if their very presence was a threat. “These are not from the flowers of the palace, and we do not partake in showering in them in this manner.”

Well, even if they didn’t make it a habit to shower in flowers, Tony had to admit the contrast between the orange of the petals and the black of T’Challa’s coat was very beautiful. Almost worthy of a portrait to be displayed for those who appreciated the arts.  

Not that Tony would ever say it. The prince didn’t need his compliments nor would the prince want them from someone like Tony.

They both nearly jumped out of their fur when a voice echoed all around them.

“Can you feel the love tonight?...”

Up on their paws they stood to search for the source of the noise. When it was evident the noise was, in fact, a song and they listened closely to the words they were left staring at each other awkwardly.

Unable to hold the prince’s gaze, Tony turned away, grateful his fur hid the otherwise very obvious flush on his face. Needing a distraction, he searched for the source of the petals and the song combination and found them on top of a hill that overlooked their spot.

The grinning face of the princess stared down at him. Next to her, the orange petals were thrown over the edge and soon enough Peter’s own wolfish grin joined hers. They appeared very proud of themselves and were obviously the culprits.

“Really, Peter?” Tony said just as T’Challa gave a very defeated sigh and a “Shuri.”

“Hi, Mr Stark,” Peter’s tongue lolled out with his grin.

“Don’t mind us. Do continue your time together. We’re just setting the mood,” Shuri said, just as the song echoed “The world for once, in perfect harmony.”

Tony really did not like what that implied. “Thanks, but that’s really unnecessary.”

“You are welcome,” they said simultaneously before disappearing. The song did not stop.

T’Challa shuffled in place, anxious about their situation. “I apologize for her.”

“Yeah, sorry about my kid, too.”

A bouquet of flowers of different varieties and colors came crashing down before them.

“Brother, give him these!”

T’Challa groaned and lowered himself to the ground, covering his face with his paws. “Shuri.”

Tony couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him.

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part7) (Part 8)

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[larissaloki]

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Love all my bloggers that I follow and who follow me in turn!

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[somethingjustsouthofbrilliance]

Fool Me Once. Chapter 5 (epilogue)

Phew, well, that short epilogue got away from me a bit (2k+ words, geesh).  But, anyway, here it is, the, hopefully, satisfying conclusion.  Just some angst and fluff :)  Chapter 1 with links to all the subsequent chapters is here.

Tagging @tonystark5ever  @ambersagen  @larrklopp @livgg15 @anastasiaformarvel @cwar1864 @pleasant-music-bouquet @journeythroughtherain  @chrwythyn @fondofeveryprickle  @erya-lainfa @elenajones23 @hurricanesass @asdfghjkldafuq @chanderefk @giulisetta

Hopefully, I didn’t miss anyone.

Chapter 5. Epilogue

Carefully she pushes open the door to Tony’s room, throwing a quick hopeful look at the man in bed before looking away, disheartened.  Settles her gaze on the small, hunched over figure at his bedside instead.  The kid.  Peter.  She’s not surprised to see him here.  As far as she knows, he hasn’t left Tony’s side since…

 She shakes herself out of the disturbing memories, closes the door behind her with a soft click. She knows he heard her, sees the telltale tension in his shoulders.  But he doesn’t turn around, remains as he is, slouched awkwardly in a bedside chair, one hand stretched out toward Tony, fingers curled lightly around his wrist, resting on the skin above his pulse point.  Checking, she realizes, her lips curving into a smile, soft and fond.

 “Any change?” she asks, knowing the answer even before the kid shakes his head mournfully, his shoulders seeming to sag even more.  She sighs, closing her eyes briefly, swallows past the now ever-present lump of worry. At least he’s still breathing, she thinks ruefully, at least he’s alive.

She takes a step closer to the bed, placing a hesitant hand on the teen’s hunched back.  “How are you holding up?”

 Peter shrugs minutely under her hand.  “I’m fine,” comes the response, and the inflection in his voice is so much like Tony’s, it makes her heart ache.

 “Your aunt called,” she tries again.  “She’s worried.  Wanted me to ask you to go home and rest a bit.”

 He turns toward her then, cheeks pale, eyes red.  “I’m fine, Ms. Potts, really,” he says, chin wobbling unconvincingly.  “Besides,” he shrugs again, drops his gaze back to where his hand lies curled around Tony’s.  “Colonel Rhodes isn’t here.  You and Mr. Hogan are leaving, too, and I… I don’t want him to wake up alone.”

 There’s no judgment in his voice, but she can’t help a flush of guilt that heats her cheeks at his words. She can’t stay, as much as she would have wanted to (and she does want to, she really, really does).  Because she’s got a multi-billion dollar company to run, Tony’s company, and she was already gone for several days – she can’t afford to be absent any more.  Tony would understand, she knows he would.  But it doesn’t make leaving any easier.

 “How could he do this?”

 The murmured words snap her out of the self-recriminating downward spiral of her thoughts, and she frowns questioningly at Peter’s downturned face, waiting for him to elaborate.

 He does.

 “Rogers.”  The teen’s free hand clenches into a fist, the muscles under Pepper’s hand bunching up with tension.  “Mr. Stark was his friend, his teammate.  How could he just fire on him like that for… for no reason?  I don’t… I don’t understand.”

 She bites her lip against an all-too-familiar upsurge of anger, counts to ten in her head, letting that anger fizzle out.  There’s no room for it here, not now, not in this place.  She nods silently to herself, lets her hand slide down from Peter’s shoulder.  Walks slowly around him to stand by Tony’s head.

 “Did he ever tell you about a man named Obadiah?” she asks, reaching down to push a stubborn lock of hair off Tony’s forehead.  Rests her fingertips against the cool, pale skin.  

 “No.”

 She smiles, wistful and knowing. She wasn’t expecting anything else – Tony isn’t the type to talk about the things that trouble him, not until those things become too much for him to handle.  His post-New York nightmares were a great testament to that.  She closes her eyes briefly, inhales, long and deep.

 “Obadiah was Tony’s mentor,” she says finally, absently rubbing her thumb back and forth along the skin above Tony’s brow.  “Ever since his parents were… ever since they died,” she stumbles, not quite ready to voice this latest betrayal, “he became like a father to him.”

 “What…uh… what happened?” Peter’s attention is on her now, undivided, brown eyes watching her expectantly.

 Her lips twitch – a twisted, bitter semblance of a smile.  “He paid a terrorist group to have Tony killed.”

 Peter’s eyes widen impossibly, mouth falling open in obvious shock.  “What?”

 She nods, looking away, the grainy images of Tony’s torment flickering before her in her mind’s eye – as horrifyingly vivid as when she first saw them over eight years ago.   “Turns out Obadiah was dealing weapons illegally behind Tony’s back, and he needed Tony out of the way so he could take over the company and continue his dealings on a larger scale.  We didn’t know.  Nobody knew.” She squeezes her eyes shut for a moment, forcing the images away. Her fingers tremble against Tony’s skin and she pulls her hand away, curls it into a fist at her side in an attempt to hide the tremor.

 “And then when Tony came back and started going after all those illegal weapons, Obadiah decided to take matters into his own hands.  Quite literally.”  She clasps her hands together, clenches them hard, her nerves getting the better of her. Takes another breath that feels too shaky to her somehow.  “He wanted Tony to die knowing that his legacy was going to be exactly what he feared, what he despised – a Merchant of Death.  He ripped the arc reactor out of Tony’s chest, while telling him how he planned to use that technology to create a line of iron soldiers, monsters powered by the very thing that was giving Tony life.”

 Beside her she hears Peter gasp.  Watches as the teen blinks rapidly, his face growing impossibly white.

 “His arc reactor?  He… he took his…?  And then Rogers …with his shield…?” Peter clamps his free hand over his mouth, looking for all the world like he’s about to get sick.

 She grasps his shoulders, crouches in front of him to capture the panicked, wide-eyed gaze.  “Breathe,” she orders him softly.  “Come on, Peter, breathe.”

 The teen shakes his head furiously, his features crumpling.  Stares back at her, looking so lost, so helpless, that she moves before her conscious mind comprehends her intentions.  Wraps her arms around him, holding him tight as he shivers against her.

 “He… he gave him back that shield after… after this…  He protected him in battle…,” Peter gasps out into her shoulder, and she tightens her hold on him because he’s shivering harder now, undercurrents of anger slipping into his voice.  “Why?”

 She huffs mirthlessly, pulls away, waiting until he meets her gaze.  “Would you believe me if I told you he tried to save Obadiah, too?  Even after everything that man has done?”

 Peter gapes at her, incredulous, and she sees the exact moment the realization strikes; the moment that disbelief and anger bleed out of those big brown eyes to be replaced with understanding and then acceptance.  

 “Yeah,” the kid agrees, hoarse, his gaze drifting over to Tony’s unconscious form.  “Yeah,” he repeats, his voice tinged with a kind of mournful fondness that she herself has felt all too frequently toward Tony, “I would.”

 She smiles wistfully at the familiar sentiment displayed so clearly on the teen’s face, at the protectiveness she feels rolling off of him in waves.  Tony was right, she thinks.  He’s a good kid.  

 She straightens back up, leans toward him, placing a quick kiss on his cheek.  “Thank you, Peter,” she tells him as he blinks at her, surprised, eyebrows raised in near-comic confusion.  “Tony… he doesn’t have too many people around him that he can trust not to….” She cuts a glance at Tony’s motionless form, a watery veil washing out his slack features.  Presses her lips together, feeling the saltiness of tears against the tip of her tongue.  “…not to break him,” she whispers, swiping a hand across her eyes before meeting Peter’s open, empathetic gaze once more. “Thank you for being one of the few good ones,” she tells him sincerely, and he nods mutely, his own eyes looking suspiciously wet.

 She squeezes his shoulder one last time in a gesture of comfort, turns her attention back to Tony. She hates seeing him like this – so pale, so uncharacteristically still.  Another injury, another close call.  Too close this time around.   She blinks away another stray tear, raises her hand to wipe it off her cheek.  Leans down, brushing her lips across Tony’s temple.

 “You gotta wake up, honey,” she whispers above his ear.  “I really need you to.  We all do.” She presses her lips to the cool skin once more, squinting against the insistent burn of tears.  “Please.”

 ***

 Peter dreams – a fragmented, disjointed sequence of images, flashes of light and dark.  A memory, but not quite.  

 He’s with his Uncle Ben, they’re returning home from a fair, walking down a side street to get to the bus.  Suddenly something emerges from the shadows – a darkness that momentarily obscures the picture before him, and then he’s on his knees on the ground, leaning over Uncle Ben’s body as his life’s blood seeps out of him into the cold, gray stone.  He cries and he pleads for his Uncle not to leave him, but the man disappears before him, his features dissolving, morphing into another, equally familiar, equally dear. Peter reaches for him, but a large figure inserts itself between him and Mr. Stark.  Pushes Peter out of the way, throws him aside like a weightless rag doll. And Peter can’t get back on his feet quickly enough, struggles futilely against the sudden heaviness of his limbs that slows his movements to a crawl. And he’s powerless to stop what happens, to prevent that creature from pouncing on Mr. Stark, the sound of metal hitting flesh deafening in the shadowed space.  He screams in rage, strains against his uncooperative muscles, fighting to inch closer.

He finally makes it, but not before the creature grips the edges of the arc reactor with its claw-like appendage and yanks it out, disappearing into the night.  

 “No!”

 Mr. Stark gasps in pain, his body jerking upward with the force of the pull before falling limply back onto the ground, eyes slipping closed. And Peter moans in distress, dropping to his knees beside him.  

 “No.”

 He pulls the man toward him, tapping his cheek in an attempt to rouse him.  Wraps his arms around him, pleading, pleading for him to wake up.  But he remains silent, still, and the air seems to grow colder and colder and colder.  And he feels the exact moment that the faint, thready beat of Mr. Stark’s heart slowly, inexorably comes to a stop.

 “No…”

 He jolts awake as the hand he’s been clinging to all this time shifts minutely in his grip.  He raises his head up off the bed, blinks myopically at his surroundings, the harrowing visions from his uneasy slumber still standing before him in his mind’s eye.   And then his wide-eyed, bleary gaze settles on the pale face of his mentor, on the thin sliver of brown that grows wider with each labored flutter of the eyelids, and the last of the sleep-induced haze surrounding his brain leaves him in a rush.

 “Mr. Stark!  You’re–”

 His lower lip wobbles, and he already feels the tears coming, his emotions too frayed for him to wrestle back under control.  Mr. Stark’s eyes widen in confusion and worry, his hand twisting within Peter’s grasp, fingers scrambling weakly to grasp Peter’s wrist.  That gesture, that feeble attempt at comfort is enough to sever what’s left of the strings holding him up, and Peter crumples forward like a broken marionette, burying his face in his mentor’s chest as tears stream down his face, burning him from the inside out.

 He can hear Mr. Stark’s worried calls of his name, can feel the man’s arms, weak and trembling with effort, as they wrap gently if a bit awkwardly around his sob-wracked frame. Focuses on the steady beat of the heart underneath his ear, strong, reassuring.  Thinks back to those awful minutes when he felt that heart stop, the sudden absence of its faint, halting rhythm dousing his senses with a wave of crushing, bone-chilling cold that froze him mid-swing, nearly made him lose his grip on the webbing as he rushed to get Mr. Stark to safety.  Thinks of the hours spent outside the operating room as he waited, as they all waited to know if Mr. Stark would live or die.  Thinks of the days, days, days of more waiting, of cautious, slowly fading optimism, of regretful, pitying looks thrown his way…

 “Hey.” Mr. Stark’s hand shifts, and he feels it ruffle clumsily through his hair, feels the brush of a thumb across his tear-stained cheek.  “I’m okay, kid.  I’m alright.”

 He nods at the raspy whisper, burrows deeper into the solid warmth of his mentor’s embrace, letting the tangibility of it soothe his overwrought senses.  Real, he reminds himself, feeling the first huff of genuine, relieved laughter bubble wetly to the surface even as he clings to that reality for dear life.  Real.  Alive.

 He doesn’t notice drifting back to sleep, his body, exhausted by too many sleepless, worry-wrought nights, succumbing to its need to rest, to recharge.  But this time there’s a cocoon of safety around him that, he knows, somehow, even in the fog of sleep, won’t let him go, a steady thrum of heartbeat against his ear, and there are no more nightmares.  

The End

[okayseal]

Tagging game thing

I've already done this once and Tumblr ate it, so crossing my fingers and copying shit this time. Here goes

Rules: answer 21 Questions and then tag 21 people who you want to get to know better.

Tagged By: @hurricanesass I have one extra question for you because I have always wondered: is it Hurricane Sass or Hurricane's Ass. This is important information lol

Nicknames: None :(

Zodiac: Taurus

Height: 5 ft 3 or 4 inches idk

Last movie I saw: Hitman's Bodyguard. It was good, but not a movie I see myself watching again.

Last thing I googled: 'guy live tweet Harry Potter's because I saw an article talking about a guy who watched the first few HP movies for the first time ever and live tweeted it and I wanted to see if he finished the series. Spoiler, he did and it's hilarious. He has the archives tweets pinned at the top of his Twitter https://mobile.twitter.com/ChefShwasty

Favorite Musician: Linkin Park takes the number one spot. There's too many to name in second place. Little bit of everything (except country)

Song stuck in my head: all of Hamilton, all the time. Recently I had Stand Out Fit In by One OK Rock looping in my head. I listened to Reason to Fight by Disturbed for the first time yesterday and part of it has lingered too.

Other blogs: a trash can blog for all the reblog for good thing/avoid bad thing/or you're a terrible person BS. I don't believe that shit, but my brain is stupid and it will be like a tiny little thread tickling me so it's easier just to reblog it to the trash can lol. And a blog for my kitties :D

do I get asks: Nope. But I don't post much original stuff here so, shrug. I've had a couple on my cat blog.

Following: I follow a lot of people with a wide variety of interests. I never know where anything is coming from. Twenty posts about some show I've never heard of? Okayyyyy lol

Amount of sleep: like last night? Idk it takes me so long to get to sleep so I don't really know. I could have fallen asleep 30mins after I last looked at the clock or two hours

Lucky number: idk. My favorite number is 4 though.

What I’m wearing: Avengers boxers and an iron Man shirt. My comfy home clothes :)

Dream Job: somewhere that I am helping people and enjoying it, feel confident and comfortable, without feeling like I'm selling hours of my life away. Tall order, I know.

Dream Trip: Anywhere that I can meet and hang out with my long distance friends in person.

Favorite food: watermelon and chocolate. But not together, ew

Play any instruments: nope

Languages: English, some Spanish. I'd like to work on my Spanish again someday and learn ASL.

Favorite songs: everything by Linkin Park, all of Hamilton, and way too many random individual songs to name. I would be here forever

Random fact: I'm afraid of people on mascot like costumes. Halloween costumes I'm fine with, people dressing up, painting their faces, masquerade mask, whatever. But the full body suit and big head thing? Freaks me the fuck out. I hate it. Get away from me.

I think it's the fact that they are no longer identifiably human and you don't know what is inside the costume. Or just that they're big and creepy and carried balloons and acted all friendly with no changing expression and terrified me as a child. Could be both lol

Describe yourself as aesthetics all the colors and all the soft things

I tag: anyone who wants to do it, consider yourself tagged :)

[thunder-the-ranger-wolf]

Tagging Game

Rules: answer 21 questions and then tag 21 people who you want to get to know better.

Tagged by: @notgreengardens

Nickname: Wolf, Thunder, Cyanide (by a younger cousin who was teasing but I wear it with pride because that's a badass nickname)

Zodiac: Scorpio

Height: 5 ft 3 inches

Last movie I saw: uh, Felidae. Don't... Don't watch Felidae. Please just trust me on that.

Last thing I googled: my height in meters

Favourite Musician: Linkin Park, among many others

Song stuck in my head: So many. Sooo many. Broken Crown by Mumford and Sons, Upside Down Massive Vibes remix by APEK, Feel Good Drag by Anberlin, Evil Angel by Breaking Benjamin, Masterpiece Theatre 3 by Mariana's Trench, No Diggity by Blackstreet, Lost the Game by Two Feet, a messload of Three Days Grace, and all of the Linkin Park. All of it. Especially Collision Course collab with Jay Z. My head is a mess when it comes to music.

Other blogs: I'm part if a group that deals with executive dysfunction and I attempt to run a Warrior cats blog which I'm either going to delete and absorb for my main blog or revamp and try again.

Do I get asks: Rarely but I love my followers and don't expect much

Following: I have no clue

Amount of sleep: Fucked if I know

Lucky number: No idea

What I’m wearing: old.high school sweater and black jeans

Dream job: something to do with programming or security

Dream trip: I'll get back to you on that

Favourite food: American Mexican food

Play any instruments: Played violin from fourth grade (9 years old) to twelfth grade (17 years old). Never was any good at it.

Languages: I am fluent in absolutely nothing because I solely speak English and can barely understand what people say half the time. But I understand more in Spanish than I can speak so I can follow a conversation pretty well. I think.

Favourite songs: see the songs stuck in my head

Random Fact: Wolves are my favorite animal but cats are my favorite animal to read about.

Describe yourself as aesthetic things: A disaster. Maybe someone could do that for me? Oh hey, this could be an ask game. Describe me as aesthetic things based on how you see me.

I tag @hurricanesass @themasterofcider @biggest-gaudiest-patronuses @iamleggnd @itsallavengers @wintermoth @wordsplat @paddysnuffles @alloverthegaf @am-i-too-old-for-warriors-yet and whoever else sees this and feels like doing it. If you do it then remember to tag me in it so I can see the answers. If you don't or don't want to be tagged, please let me know and I won't tag you anymore.

[hddnone]

kaciwhen replied to your photo “Tag yourself I’m 5 I’m 7. @hddnone ? @shellhaeds ? @hurricanesass...”

@hddnone I trust you more now lol jk XD

Lol right?? never occurred to me there were so many different ways ;)

[itsallavengers]

Chp 7 was amazing and I loved it, but I’m so freaking terrified bc I Know something bad is going to happen SOON, also Stane was obviously the one who hired Steve in the first place, and he’s weirdly triumphant either bc he thinks Steve is faking for the job, or bc he’s going to reveal who Steve ‘really’ is to Tony for the heartbreak. Either way, there’s going to be a shitload of angst and betrayal and fear. Thank you for writing and sharing this chp with us! Tons of ❤️❤️❤️!!

Thank you! I can tell you for certain, things are gonna heat up soon, so hold on to ur hats lmao

[rayshippouuchiha]

Hi! I hope Kuma feels better, I know I’m always super worried when my cats even feel like they’re getting sick.

Yeah he’s been having a rough time today but I’m hoping he’ll shake it quickly.

[ashes0909]

One of those tag things

Rules: answer the questions, then tag 20 followers you’d like to get to know…

I was tagged by @hurricanesass - thanks for the tag! :D

Nickname: Ashes, Ash

Gender: Lady

Star sign: Virgo

Height: 5’3.

Sexuality: insert byebyebye.gif

Hogwarts house: Hufflepuff 

Favorite animals: My dogs

Favorite color: Green

Current favorite song: The Kids Are Alright by Chloe x Halle

Favorite idea to get creative with: Hmm this is interesting...whichever idea is in that moment consuming my brain? 

What do you like to do when you’re alone: write, read, take a bath, sleep

What do you think of your friends: They’re good people. 

Average hours spent sleeping: not enough

Dogs or cats: Both

Number of blankets I sleep with: 2

Dream job: Pay me to write, please.

Dream Trip: Orbital flight.

When I made this account: like 2010?

Why I made this account: True Blood

Number of followers: 648 *waves*

I tag EVERY ONE OF YOU READING THIS. 

[novarainart]

Randomly Me

Rules: answer the questions, then tag 20 followers you’d like to get to know…

I was tagged by @hurricanesass 

Nickname: Nova

Gender: Female

Star sign: Aquarius 

Height: 5’5″

Sexuality: Everything and nothing. Varies between pan and asexual depending on a number of factors. 

Hogwarts house: Gryffindor with a dash of Slytherin.

Favorite animals: Cats, dogs, turtles--for simplicity sake, let’s just say a lot.

Favorite color: Aquamarine

Current favorite song: No particular song. Been listening to the Okami soundtrack. 

Favorite idea to get creative with: Anything revolving around Tony Stark because I’m Marvel trash. 

What do you like to do when you’re alone: Draw, watch my favorite shows or movies, nap with my cat. It varies but those tend to be my staples. 

What do you think of your friends: Each serves a purpose. I am protective of my closest friends. 

Average hours spent sleeping: Fluctuates endlessly AND IT NEEDS TO CALM THE FUCK BACK DOWN! I’ve only ever had one solid week in the last several years where it’s been 7.5 hours each night...it was a fabulous week...I miss it. 

Dogs or cats: Cats and dogs. There. 

Number of blankets I sleep with: Depends on the season. Cold: 1 big ass blanket. Cool/Warm: 2 throw blankets. Hot: 0--no touchy!

Dream job: Being left alone to draw and illustrate to my heart’s content. 

Dream Trip: Varies but currently Ireland. Already been to a few places I’ve wanted to visit including Japan and Hawaii. 

When I made this account: Uh...not quite a year? I guess? I didn’t realize this was something significant enough to tack onto memory. 

Why I made this account: Tony Stark, Iron Man, Robert Downey Jr. That’s it. I have a sickness.

Number of followers: 450. So that probably means 50 real people and 400 porn-bots. 

I tag; Anyone and Everyone who wants to participate (or has free time OR WANTS TO PROCRASTINATE!)

[larissaloki]

Walking Avengers 10

Warning for lots talk talking and properly starting to heal the gap between our three guys. I would like to thank @hurricanesass for looking this over and checking it. Thankyou dear!

Tony grinned as he watched his son and the kid Bucky found, Wade, chat up a storm in one of the bedrooms upstairs.

It was dark out and Steve and Bucky had just come back with the rest of the group that had been waiting by the cars as planned. In front of Tony lay an assortment of chemicals and items that he had grabbed during the supply runs. Humming idly to himself, he had started to assemble makeshift weapons from the bits and bobs that he had collected, unwilling to be useless for much longer. As Rhodey would say, once an engineer always an engineer.

Using old household products he made the bombs and even a few nail ones to keep on his person. After finding out that flashing lights draw Deado’s just as well as sound he had made sure to acquire flashing bouncy balls to throw.

He’s even made a makeshift gauntlet to use on humans, just in-case, just because the world was up shit creek didn’t mean all humans would suddenly band together flawlessly to help one another. The gauntlet would administer a shock strong enough to stun a human for a few moments, long enough for him and his group to run away. Should they need to.

As Tony worked at the desk in the bedroom, the two kids behind him chatted as they played a game of go fish with some card they found in the house. Punk the dog sat at his feet already snoozing contently after having been fed for the first time in ages most likely.

“Go fish Petey!”

“Awwww!” Pouting the younger the two pick up a card grinning excitedly he shows the brightly coloured fish to Wade.”look what I got!”

Giggling Wade smiles at him, it’s a card he actually needs but he won’t take it, Peter till hasn’t grasped the game fully. His excitable personality inables him to keep secrets yet. The two kids upon meeting had gotten along like a house on fire, Peter not straying from Wade’s side if he could help it.

“That’s pretty! Good find Petey” beaming, Peter adds it to his hand, some cards the wrong at round an some on the verge of falling out of his hand altogether.

Putting his makeshift gauntlets down, Tony makes his way over to the bed and sits carefully on the edge smiling at them. “Having fun guys?”

“Look daddy! We’re playing go fish and I picked up this card!” Grinning Peter shows Tony the same card he showed Wade. Humming Tony look at it and grins, “nice card kiddo. Unfortunately it’s bed time you two hellion.”

On cue both kids start to complain and pout.

“But daddy! I’m not sleepy yet…” huffing, Peter puffs up his cheeks making him look like a chipmunk. Chuckling Tony ruffles his hair and nudges him to wards the top of the bed.

“No buts Pete, you need to sleep it’s getting late. You too Wade ok? Do you want to take the hoody off? I can try and clean it for you”

Earlier while the super soldiers were out, Wade had accidentally dropped his hood back when playing with Peter. Tony had taken it in stride and in return shown Wade his own scars. Told him that nearly all of them had scars, proof that they were strong and survivors. It had helped calm Wade a bit. He had brightened even more when Peter didn’t seem to even care and still tugged on Wade’s hand to keep playing.

After a mall bit of hesitation Wade slips off the hoody and hands it over keeping his face down, still nervous about showing his skin. Yawning, Peter crawls into a comfy position before reaching up and tugging Wade to come into the bed. Due to the limited amount of beds, the two kids are sharing one with Tony on the beanbag in the room. No way was he going to brave two young kids and their flailing limbs.

Smiling shyly, Wade climbs in. Happy to have someone who’s not scared to touch him. Settling down the two get comfy as Tony leaves one small candle lit to illuminate the room a bit for Peter.

“Goodnight boys, sleep well ok? Anything wrong we will be just down stairs.” Getting two sleepy nods in acknowledgment, Tony shuts the door most of the way. Leaving only a sliver of a gap.

Heaving a sigh, Tony walked down stairs passing other rooms on his way and hearing some of the others settling down or quietly chatting. He heads to the kitchen intent on getting some food to eat finally when he notices that it’s the two super soldiers that are still up. Apparently on first watch.

They had been talking quietly to themselves, as soon as they noticed Tony they ceased. Looking up at the Sub. Gazes intense.

Intense enough it made Tony a bit uncomfortable as he grabbed a bottle of water from the counter.

“Tony, can we talk? The three of us?” Steve asked, his tone portraying his unease. As if he fully expected the genius to refuse and walk away. Taking a deep breath, Tony plasters on a smile, turning to face the two Dom’s and leans against the counter.

“Sure thing, what did you want to talk about?”

“Why don’t you take a seat?” Bucky’s rough voice low- pretty much a rumble at this point, made Tony’s body quiver. Just a bit. Bucky nudges a chair back with his foot as way of invitation. Grumbling to himself Tony sits down slumping back in his seat as he watches the other two looking for any sign of what the want to talk about.

“So I’m sat, what did you want to talk about?”

”I… I mean we, wanted to just-“ Steve makes motions with his hands his face twisted into a confused like state of contemplation. As if not sure how to voice his words. “ wanted to apologise. We wanted to try and clear the air between us all. For ages now I’ve wanted to talk to you and just, lay things to rest between us? Whether things could progress better from there or we went our separate ways again after ? Up to you, I just felt like we owe it to you to talk.”

Both Dom’s seem look at Tony like sad puppies, their eyes wide as if worried Tony may snap at them or lash out.

Urgh, feelings. A subject that Tony tries to avoid at all costs if he can help it. If Tony was being truthful, he kinda did want to smack them and make a run for it. He was tense and dare he say it- scared of the oncoming conversation they decided to have. Tony was perfectly happy ignoring all issues. Honest.

“Steve we really don’t…”

“That’s the thing Tony, we do. We walk to carefully around each other. To much history behind us and we have that affecting us as a group. I don’t want us to start arguing over something in the middle of a street and it ending badly. I think we both need closure.”

Well when put like that Tony had to grudgingly admit the star spangled an had a point. Sighing resignedly Tony sat forwards, leaning his elbows on the table, his hands laced under his chin as he looks at the two before him. “You’re right. My god I actually said that? We should get this out of the way. Better sooner than later.”

Fiddling with his glove, Steve seems to take a few moments to think. Most likely considering what to say, contrary to his more impulsive reactions.

“Tony, I could give you so many excuses for my behaviour but…that’s not what’s important. My excuses don’t justify so we- I, left you to deal with the shield council and fury by yourself. Though I admire that you kept it a secret from even them. “ Steve gave a rueful smile at the bittersweet memory. “I…I reacted badly to the reveal Tony. I took it to personal, Bucky got my head on straight after smacking me across the head a few times to get me to see that.”

Bucky chuckles at that a bit as he winks at Tony over the top of a drink. Tony felt his lips twinge in a smirk at that, able to easily picture this. Besides Bucky, Steve seems to straighten his shoulders as if he was about to face a firing squad. Quite possibly not far from the truth.

“What I’m trying to say Tony, is that I’m sorry.” Steve looks Tony directly n the eyes, his eyes shone with sincerity.

“I’m sorry to doll for not staying around more at the time to help you. If one of us had the sense to hang around more to support you at that moment. You could have kept your old life, not to of had to hide.” Bucky’s voice went quiet as he clutches his cup like a lifeline. “After the truth of your parents you still went out of your at to help me. Brought me peace and a safe place to get to grips. I owe you so much doll.”

Tony could feel his throat closeups bit, dry suddenly. He had a sudden overwhelming need to dunk his head in a bucket of water or bury his face in a pillow. Anything to cover just how much this was all affecting him.

“I..you…” Tony struggled to find what to say to that, all thoughts had flown out of his head. Damn shame as well as he had worked hard on his internal speech for this very situation! But being faced with this moment for real? The genius was struggling to remember what he had mentally prepared. Looking down at his hands clasped on the table, Tony took a moment to absorb their apologies and examine his own feelings regarding this.

Was he still pissed? Maybe a bit, was he mostly bitter? Oh definitely.

“To tell the truth, I may not be as angry as back then, staying angry for so long is exhausting…especially when I had Peter to worry over. But I still can’t just forgive you straight away. Though I am sorry you found out the way you did. I wanted to get to know the group more before I told but I was going to.”

“I believe you Tony” softly Steve assured him, a hand reaching out but stops just short from touching Tony’s own as Steve looks up at him, asking him with his eyes if he can touch. Hesitantly, Tony reaches out a hand and lets Steve take a hold of his own. Oddly enough taking comfort from the contact. Bucky look at their hands in what Tony thinks is longing when he spots the look on his face.

Suddenly feeling like he’s encroaching Tony tries to snatch back his hand. Clearing his throat when Steve frowns at him confused and holds on.

“Tony? What’s wrong?”

“Bucky…I’m sorry if I crossed a line there James.”

Startled a bit, Bucky cocked an eyebrow at Tony confused. “What ya mean doll?”

“I saw how you two greeted each other earlier, you both were so close I’m surprised you didn’t become one. Even now your sat practically in each other’s laps…”

At that both soldiers blush once they realise exactly how close they were sat. The moment almost comical if it wasn’t so damn serious right then. Almost like a light bulb going off above his head, Bucky realises why Tony tried to pull away from Steve just then. Tony remembers why he liked Barnes now, he was the smarter of the two. And frankly better survival instincts as well compared to Mr. Lemming there.

“Doll, there’s no point lying, we did talk about starting something between us-me and Stevie here. We only literally decided to try not long before the apocalypse started..”

Frowning Tony glanced between he two of them. “Why did it take you that long to get come to that decision…”

Now the Dom’s were squirming in their seats. Steve’s face gong darker as he swallows thickly before replying, “because I was till gone on you, I had hope that maybe one day we would find you. Maybe try again. I still sorta do hope that.” Shyly Steve looks up at Tony through his lashes- why were they so goddamn thick?! So unfair. Tony could feel the tell tale warmth of his own blush starting at that. Startled by that admission he worriedly looks to Bucky to see his reaction.

To his surprise Bucky I nodding as he looks Tony over appreciatively. When Bucky notices Tony’s gaze, the damn soldier actually fucking winks at him. Flushing even darker at that Tony clears his throat at that. Unsure how to respond to this.

“Well, maybe lets shelf that topic for another day him? I wan if you guys are dating then I don’t want to get in the middle of you…”

Leaning forward cooing gently, Bucky smiles slowly at him, eyes half lidded as he takes Tony’s hand.

“Trust me doll, we have talked about it between us before. Steve made it clear early on before we decided to give it a try that he still like you. And to tell you the truth sugar, I was fairly gone on you as well ack then. How cute you looked in oil stained vest tops after a night of working. The way your nose scrunches when confused. Just damn doll!”

Stammering Tony could only stare at the brunette in front of him, completely unprepared for the amount of charm that oozed off the Dom. Even Steve next to him was coughing trying to hide how affected and surprised himself he was by Bucky’s admission. Bucky had never mentioned that. Only that he would be open to including the smaller brunette.

“Down James down…” Tony muttered while trying to gain some form of control over himself, trying to hide the spark of interest that went through him. Trying to keep his pheromones from broadcasting just how affected he is.

Grinning smugly Bucky lent back after letting the Sub pull away to tug at his collar to try and get himself to cool down.

The easy atmosphere was a nice change from the usually charged and tense one that was usually present. For once the Sub could relax more. The air between them seemed less loaded. Perhaps Steve had the right idea to talk. Get all this out of the way now while they could. His heart felt lighter than it has in years, a feeling warmed him on the inside that feels like closure? Tony wasn’t sure entirely what it was he was feeling but he liked it.

Allowing himself to smile more at the Doms across from him, Tony could feel his factored heart heal just a bit more right then.

[okayseal]

I'm 7. @hddnone ? @shellhaeds ? @hurricanesass ?

Tag yourself I’m 5

[thunder-the-ranger-wolf]

RULES: Bold the statements that apply to you, italicize your aspirations, and tag nine people!

Was tagged by @communistchexmix who is awesome!

AIR: I have small hands • I love the night sky • I watch small animals and birds when I pass them by • I drink herbal tea • I wake to see dawn • The smell of dust is comforting • I’m valued for being wise • I prefer books to music • I meditate • I find joy in learning new truths from the world around me

FIRE: I don’t have straight hair • I like to wear ripped jeans and overalls • I play an organized sport • I love dogs • I am not afraid of adventure • I love to talk to strangers • I always try new foods • I enjoy road trips • Summer is my favorite season • My radio/music is always playing

EARTH: I wear glasses • I enjoy doing the laundry • I am a vegetarian or vegan (no but I was for a long time in my life) • I have an excellent sense of time • My humor is very cheerful • I am a valued advisor to my friends • I believe in true love• I love the chill of mountain air • I’m always listening to music • I am highly trusted by the people in my life

WATER: I wear bracelets on my wrists • I love the bustle of the city • I have more than one set of piercings • I read poetry • I love the sound of a thunderstorm • I want to travel the world • I go to sleep past midnight most days • I love dimly lit diners and fluorescent signs • I rewatch kids’ shows out of nostalgia • I see emotions in colors, not words

AETHER: I go without makeup in my daily life • I make my own artwork • I keep on track of my tasks and time • I always know true north • I see beauty in everything • I always stop to smell flowers • I smile at everyone I pass by • I always fear history repeating itself • I have recovered from a mental disorder (recovered... riiiiight)• I can love unconditionally

Damn this was deep!

@medeaginerva @tchailla @allthemarvelousrage @alloverthegaf @one-piece-of-harry @hurricanesass @catunicorn-with-balletshoes @themasterofcider @daydream-terminus @shellhaeds

So that's ten I obviously can't count but in interested in the responses this gets!