#if anyone has any other suggestions feel free to comment :}

[ozzgin]

Ozz! I'm trying to get into drawing, but I'm absolutely horrid at it and have no idea where to begin. Do you have any tips for beginners? Also, what program do you use? I've heard Krita is good, have you heard of it?

Also, also, remember to hydrate properly and get a good amount of sleep and do lots of self-care! <33 we love you and your content; you make the world a brighter place ^^

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If you want to start from the very bottom, there's a website where the first lesson is drawing a line, quite literally. It builds your confidence with basic shapes, then moves on to more complex topics like textures, shapes in space, construction of real life objects and so on.

I've had it in my bookmarks for...gosh, years now. I should definitely pick it up again, haha.

I also follow Alphonso Dunn on YouTube, he has hundreds of art tutorials and exercises.

As for software, I briefly used Krita years ago and it was nice! It had a very easy interface and the brushes worked well if you wanted to reproduce traditional art. The only reason I didn't stick to it was because I already had PaintTool SAI and Photoshop at the time. When I got my first graphic tablet, I started with Paint.NET, though it was very simplistic.

The general consensus online seems to be Krita for painting or MediBang if you're into drawing anime. In terms of paid software, I think Clip Studio Paint is very popular and has a lot of resources, from brushes to 3D models. Photoshop is classic, but it can be overwhelming if you're new to digital art.

I personally use Procreate because it came with my iPad and it has a very simple menu. Some professional illustrators say it lacks the advanced options you'd find in other programs, and I do agree it may not be enough if you want to go beyond merely drawing. To add text and make small edits, I'll put the doodle through Photoshop, for example.

Free software: Krita, MediBang, Gimp, KRESKA.art (no installation required)

Paid software: PaintTool SAI, Adobe Photoshop, Procreate, Clip Studio Paint

If anyone has more suggestions or tips, feel free to drop them in the comments!

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"Stuffed Replacements" MCU! Peter Parker x reader🕸🕸🕸

S: When Peter notices you cuddling your stuffed animals at night instead of him, he gets a little jealous of them.

Pairing: Tom Holland! Spider-man x Black!F!Reader

Tw: fluff/a few swear words/some suggestive comments

Word count: 6.3k

Notes: Reader is 21 like me but feel free to change that; this lowkey turned into a little mystery lol; let me know if you guessed what happened to the plushies; this is proofread but there may still be mistakes.🕸🕸🕸

A huff and a sigh can be heard as a certain hero shuffles and wades through the mountain of soft material on her bed. After squeezing her arm through the crack between the wall and the bed, ducking to look under it, and even sifting through shelves and counters, the hero leaves the room.

“Has anyone seen my plushies?” You ask one bustling afternoon in the avengers tower as you walk into the living room. Quite a few of the team are present today, with Steve,Bucky, Bruce, and yourself actually at the house. At least those are the members you've run into today. Steve, who's lounging peacefully on one of the arm chairs, looks up from the book he's reading and frowns in confusion.

“Plushies?” He asks as you step over to the kitchen island and search the fruit bowl, before deciding to grab a banana. You nod and sit down at one of the bar stools before starting to peel it.

“Yeah like teddy bears. Stuffed animals.” You reiterate, phrasing it in a way that a man from the forties would understand. Steve nods with his mouth slightly parted and Bucky, another old man at heart, shuffles where he's laid on the couch.

“Why would any of us take your teddy bears?” He sniffs while fluffing one of the couch’s throw pillows to lay back on. You frown and shrug.

“I don't know. Maybe one of you needed one for emotional support. Ninety percent of the people who live here could use them.” You say through a mouthful of fruit, eyeing Bucky specifically. He just sniffs again before readjusting into a more comfortable position.

“Can't argue with that.” He grunts before drifting back off to sleep, right as Bruce rushes into the room, likely for another cup of coffee after an all nighter in the lab.

“Neither can I. Does that mean we can borrow them? Because I've had my eye on the giant Snoopy from that trip to Knott’s.” He mutters as he walks past you and into the kitchen, making his bid early. You snort with a small smile as the coffee maker starts up with that dribbling sound. With a shrug, you nod your head.

“Of Course you can Dr. Banner, if you can find it. It feels like every time I look up, another one of them is gone. I can actually see my comforter now.” you sigh, disappointed. It must've been about a week ago when you'd notice the crowded space on your bed becoming sparse. You'd finally figured out what was going on when you could fully stretch your legs without knocking a stuffed body to the ground. Unless there's a ghost in the tower, you had no idea where they could be vanishing to. A gust of wind washes into the room when the doors leading to the ironman landing pad suddenly open, revealing none other than Tony Stark himself.

“Daddy's home! What're we talking about? I could only have Friday listen in on the last half of the conversation.” Tony announces himself as he walks into the room, fully dressed in his weird style combination of a cat t-shirt, suit jacket, and signature shades. Steve just shakes his head and you smile while Bruce simply adds creamer to his coffee.

“Here, squirt.” Tony says as he walks up to you. He tosses you a small box before putting a larger one on the table. You were hoping he'd bring back some fast food but the bright pink box suggested something sweet,rather than savory. After giving one of the items inside a precautionary sniff, you take a bite and answer the man's previous question.

“My Stuffed toys are missing.” You report around a mouthful of the exotic pastry in the box, something with a flaky dough and powdered sugar. Tony pauses briefly at the unimpressive news, before tossing a hand in the air.

“I'll…buy you more. Problem solved. Now let me tell you about my trip.” Tony concludes with a clap of his hands, making Steve roll his eyes. He looks as you sigh, cheeks full and half a pastry sticking out your mouth, and shoots you an endeared smile.

“We'll let you know if we find them.” Cap reassures you kindly from the couch, and you nod with a small shrug. The kitchen and living room then resumes its hustle and bustle, with Sam and Clint walking in from the gym. Tony is going on about the press conference he went to in Thailand, and you're about to sneak away when the elevator doors open, revealing the one person you haven't seen since this morning.

“Peter.” You call softly, feeling a smile form on your face, before jogging over to him. Peter looks up from his phone at the sound of your voice and just manages to pull out his earbuds before you lightly crash into him with your hug. He gives you a quick kiss on the cheek before finally noticing the chatter happening around him. Which was just Tony and Steve bickering like usual, Sam telling Bucky to make room on the couch,and the new additions of Thor and Natasha questioning what the mysterious pastries Tony brought back were.

“Hey! What's everyone talking about?” Peter greets you while looking around the abnormally full kitchen. You pull one of your arms from around his shoulders to wave your hand dismissively.

“Who knows what they're on about now? But I was asking everyone earlier. Have you seen any of my plushies? Some of them have gone missing and I can't find them anywhere.” You sigh as you both walk over to the kitchen counter. Peter was right in the middle of putting one of the pastries in his mouth when he inhales some of the powdered sugar and starts choking. Thor glances over and laughs from where he's got four of the sweets on his plate and two in his hand.

“Do not hurt thyself young Parker! The confections are not going anywhere.” He bellows while you pat Peter's back. Natasha scoffs and pulls the box away from Thor’s reach.

“Not with the way you're inhaling them.” She mumbles under her breath as she takes the box to the fridge, leading Clint to complain that he hasn't had one yet. Peter finally finishes wheezing and you frown.

“You ok?” You ask him with a hand on his back and Peter hurriedly waves his hand in the air and coughs again.

“Huh!? Yeah! Aherm-! Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just-. Just gonna go put my stuff away and wash up.” He stutters and you watch him back away awkwardly until he can dart around the corner. You stare at the spot Peter was just standing in for a second, before turning back to look at Natasha and Thor.

“Anyone else think Peter was acting peculiar just now?” You question slowly and point a thumb in his previous direction. Steve laughs lightly and closes his book.

“Peter is always at least a little peculiar.” He hums and grabs the last pastry off of Thor’s plate before making his way to his own room, complaints following behind him. Tony hums in agreement and walks off in the same direction as the super soldier.

“Yeah, if the kid isn't acting at least a little funny, I get worried.” He adds before walking away with his hands in his pockets, leaving you to sigh and shrug, having forgotten about the missing toys for now.

***

That is, until a few nights later. You'd just walked through the doors of the helicopter landing pad, choosing that entrance over the elevator, after patrolling the city with Bucky. You yawn and stretch your back right up until it's about to tweak, before turning to the permanently tired looking man.

“Well, goodnight Mr.Barnes. I'm turning in for the night.” You speak to him softly, not wanting to wake anyone who was already asleep. It's a little after 10, afterall. Bucky nods while stretching his arm.

“ Yeah, good job out there today. Get some sleep.” He mumbles quietly, sparing you one of his rare small smiles before heading off into the direction of his room. You smile to yourself and leave to your own quarters, tired and in desperate need of a hot shower. An hour or so later and you stumble out of your bathroom, exhausted and ready to sleep off your aches and pains with your face stuffed into a faux fur belly. What you see instead though, makes you gasp.

“PETER!”

Peter almost jumps out of his skin when you burst into his room. He looks up from where he's sitting at his desk, sketchbook open. You storm over and Peter reflexively stands up and opens his arms for you to plop into.

“Hey hey! What's the matter? What's wrong?” He asks while you wrap your arms around him and stuff your face into the crook of his shoulder. He actually thinks you're crying for a moment, until you growl angrily into his neck, sending a shiver up his spine. You pull back to pace around the room.

“Another one of my cuss’n plushies is gone!” You shout, allowed thanks to the sound proof walls in everyone's rooms. Peter winces as he watches you pace in his spacious room. You only ever use the faux curse word you made up when you're really upset. Then he computes what you said and starts to sweat.

“Really? Ahem. Which-which one?” He asks nervously, his tone taking on the same one he had when he was choking on pastry sugar a few days ago. You groan pitifully and pause your stride in the middle of the room.

“The whale!” You reveal. The whale was a stuffed toy Peter bought you on a field trip in highschool. It was big but it was basic. You'd told him he didn't have to, but Peter had insisted, saying it'll be fun to watch you carry it around. You'd eventually fall asleep between it and Peter's shoulder on the way back home, and have been using it to sleep on since. Peter, who had been avoiding your eyes until now, stops and turns to you with a confused frown.

“What? Why would that one be-?” He starts, speaking more to himself than you, until he catches himself and notices your expectant eyes, waiting for him to finish. He fumbles for a millisecond and manages to backpedal.

“Why would- someone take that one? It's practically your pillow at this point.” He manages to recover with a disappointed shake of his head, and when you look away at something else with a sigh, Peter puts a hand to his chest in relief.

“ I know!” You say and throw your hands in the air. Peter feels his knee start to jump and gnaws at his lip in thought until you turn to walk towards him. Once you get up to his chair he takes your hand and leads you into his lap. With another sigh you rest your cheek on his shoulder. While laying there, you take a second to glance around Peter's room. The space had come a long way in the years since he'd moved his stuff into the tower. Star wars and band posters on the wall, photos of you, Ned, michelle, and the rest of your crew. He still sticks to a bunk bed despite rarely having someone fill the top bunk. Then there's the TV against the wall across from it, a luxury you know he didn't have back at home. You're still admiring your boyfriend’s room when you notice Peter's leg jumping under your thigh.

“You alright?” You ask for what seems like the hundredth time this past week, while leaning back to see his face. Peter looks up at you belatedly and blinks before nodding his head.

“Huh? Yeah, I'm fine. Why?” He answers a little too quickly, and you glance at the slight sheen of sweat on his forehead. You frown and place your hand against his cheek and then the back of it against his forehead.

“You sure you're not sick or something? You've been acting skittish lately. More than usual.” You continue to investigate. It feels like he's been tiptoeing around you for the last couple of days. Which isn't unusual sometimes. Peter has a tendency to overthink the weirdest things and create tiny problems for himself, usually thanks to Ned's advice. Like the time they both came to the conclusion that you thought he stunk because you bought him a new cologne when it wasn't a special occasion. They're both intelligent guys, but together they've got about two brain cells between the two of them. You wonder if now is one of those times. Peter takes your hand away from his head and holds it in his instead.

“I'm just a little tired, because of all the schoolwork and missions and stuff. Y'know?” He tries to brush it off with a wave of his hand. It wasn't an entire lie, Peter thinks to himself. The amount of assignments his teachers decided to plop into his lap all at the same time, was insane. When you just continue to search his face with that scrutinizing look you only pull when you know he's bullshitting, he sighs and wraps his arms around your waist.

“That and I haven't seen you much lately. Being deprived of my daily dose of you is hurting my soul.” He mumbles and rests his chin against your chest, looking up at you with those big,brown eyes. Now that is the truth. You and Peter don't see each other very often these days, not compared to last semester when you had the same classes and similar schedules. Now, between school and hero work, the two of you are lucky if you can spend time with each other every two days or so. You suck your teeth sadly and lean in to hug him, the two of you holding each other close.

“ I miss you too.” You mumble through a kiss on his cheek, before moving to his lips. You both stay there for a while, spending time you've been missing out on for the last few weeks. Once you're satisfied, you finally pull away to catch your breath and Peter sucks in his own breath. You lean back and look him in the eye.

“ You want to sleep together tonight?” You ask him softly. Peter's eyes widen before his hands drift a little lower on your hips than they were before.

“What uh- what kind of sleeping are we talking about?” He asks suggestively as his eyes drop to where you are on his lap. You simply roll your own before hopping off of him and walking to his bed.

“Not the one you're talking about, horndog.” You say with a shake of your head before beginning to crawl beneath the covers, forgoing a hair scarf tonight, knowing you'll regret it tomorrow. Peter frowns, offended, before tossing off his shirt and walking over to join you.

“Hey, you were the one sitting chest to chest with me in my lap.” He points out and you nod your head tiredly, agreeing just to agree. Peter is just about to lay down, ready to cuddle into you for the first time in weeks, when you suddenly jump up.

“Oh wait! I've got to get one of my bears!” You remember, before dipping out of the room and down the hallway, leaving Peter to flop back onto his pillow with a groan.

***

Peter walks through the crowded hall that holds his next class, headphones in as always. He's nodding to his favorite movie soundtracks and trying not to think of who it is that's smelling a little ripe, when he sees Ned further ahead, talking to one of his friends from another class.

“Anyone that says that, can't actually like the character-!” Ned is in the middle of saying when he suddenly gets tugged aside by Peter.

“Hey, I need to talk to you!” Peter whisper-shouts before dragging his best friend into the classroom. The small lecture hall is filled with bright sunlight, and the few students that cared enough to get to class early, mingling amongst themselves or sitting alone. Ned allows himself to be dragged by his arm into the middle rows and sits down after Peter.

“Dude! I was in the middle of a deep conversation with my programming partner. She's cute and understands my hatred for the romance tropes in sitcoms!” Ned whines while looking back towards the door.

“ We need to have a conversation- wait. Is this about The Office or Abbott Elementary?” Peter starts to say before pausing with an arched eyebrow.

“Abbott. Apparently in the latest episode Janine-!” Ned starts up, turning in his seat, when Peter blinks and shakes his head.

“Wait Ned, that's not important. I've got a problem.” He digresses, his voice quieting down a bit, when a few more of their classmates sit down nearby. Ned's originally big eyes, squint, before he shrugs in confusion.

“Yes, but we all love you anyway.” He responds and Peter's face drops in annoyance.

“So what's the problem?” Ned asks while he starts to take out his materials for the class. Peter takes a second to glance up at the board to make sure the professor is late, like always, before turning back to his friend.

“Y/n's asking about the plushies.” He whispers, and Ned's eyes glance to the side before he recalls the conversation they had a few weeks ago.

“Ooh, you mean that bear you were jealous of! Told you she'd notice.” He gasps with a snap of his fingers, and Peter squints in confusion.

“No- You didn't. You told me she wouldn't notice at all.” He frowns and Ned waves his hand dismissively, making Peter roll his eyes.

“ I feel like I would've remembered that, back to the bear that stole your girl.” Ned urges him to continue, and even though he wants to argue that statement too, Peter continues on. More students file into the classroom, so he knows he has to hurry up.

“It didn't- whatever. It's not just the bear anymore!” Peter whispers hurriedly. He glances around one more time before leaning in a bit closer. Ned looks at him to keep going.

“ More of her stuffed animals are going missing, and now she's asking about them!” Peter explains, and Ned frowns in confusion at that.

“And you didn't take them?” He asks with a point of his finger.

“No, I didn't take them! I didn't take the first one! They're just disappearing! One after the other!” Peter explains. This whole stupid thing had started because Peter had nudged that stupid bear off your bed. It was a few weeks ago when he'd bypassed his room to shower and sleep in yours. He knew how much you liked to buy stuffed animals, anyone who's ever taken one glance at the abundance of manufactured or handmade toys on your bed and shelves would know. He's contributed to the haul personally quite a few times. It was just that night. He was showered, tired, and ready to fall face first into your chest, when his eyes landed on the new bear you'd bought, wrapped up in your arms.

He'd settled for spooning you then, but a few days later when you and Peter were spending some, ahem, time together, it felt like every time he'd take a moment to breathe, those beady black eyes were watching him. They all were. After a careless comment and some regrettable advice from Ned, he'd nudged one of his most frequent rivals for your affection, off the bed. It was only the next day before he'd felt guilty about the poor little guy and went to put him back, but by then it was gone, and now he's in the predicament he's in now.

“It'd be fine if it were one or two. But it's plenty of them and I have no idea where they are. I've been secretly looking for weeks.” Peter finishes, distressed. He's been in and out of other members of the team's rooms. It's been a hassle too because he usually has to ask a question about something he doesn't actually care about, only to get stuck listening to the answer for an hour or so. All that and he still hasn't seen a glimpse of a stuffed toy. Peter leans back and sighs, what's really been bothering him burning at the back of his throat.

“What's worse is that it's really starting to upset her.” Peter sighs, and runs a hand through his hair. Your reaction to the whale being gone is still vivid in his mind. In the days since then though, you've slept in his room more often, and he'd actually forgotten the whole ordeal for a minute, instead enjoying finishing the day with you in his arms. But yesterday another one of your favorites disappeared, and Peter saw your eyes start to glisten, even if your jaw was clenched. He'd never even taken one but still, it felt like these disappearances were his fault, and the fact that he'd kind of taken advantage of this weird mystery, only made him feel worse. Ned sees the turmoil written on his friend's face, and places a hand on his shoulder.

“There's only one thing you can do, Pete.” He sighs seriously, and Peter looks up at him. Ned sighs again.

“ Just tell her the truth. That you were a little jealous of the stuffed animals, and have no idea where they are now. Maybe you guys can look for them together.” Ned advises him casually, looking him right in the eye. Peter just blinks back in shock.

“That- might be the best advice you've ever given me.” Peter mutters, genuinely shocked, and Ned just shrugs before turning back to his study materials. Their professor had finally walked into the classroom, without an excuse or apology.

“Eh, it was that, or continuing to search for the plushies until you find them. Then she'd never know you were getting cucked by a bear-.” He starts to say before Peter nudges him and they both start laughing. Their professor tells them to quiet down, but Peter's mind is on how he's going to approach you later today. He was going to find those toys, somehow. Anything to keep that expression from showing up on your face again. You must be devastated by now.

***

“Come on! Where are you guys!? I'm getting jumped two to one like every couple seconds!” You groan angrily.

“That's because you keep running off on your own! You're holding us back!” Sam yells back, making your eyes almost bug out of your head.

“This is a mess.” Bucky sighs in irritation, knowing from experience what's coming next.

“Me!? How am I holding us back when I've got 24 downs and 6 captures!?” You scream and Peter stands at the elevator, slightly intimidated. Buttons on controllers click as you, Sam, and Bucky play a video game on the TV in the common room. Peter had expected to come home to you moping around, but instead you're in the brightly lit living room cursing out strangers online, and your own teammates a little too. It's not until the match ends, and he's sure that he won't get caught in the crossfire, that Peter walks over to the couch. Sam and Bucky walk to the kitchen, grumbling, while you put the controllers away and mumble that there's no way you're playing with them again. Peter knows that the three of you will be playing together again by tomorrow though.

“Hey. What happened? Did you guys lose?” Peter greets you before bending to give you a kiss. You return it but turn your lips up in an unimpressed frown afterwards.

“No, we won. But barely.” You answer as you put the rest of the controllers away, and Peter just moves on. He knows better than to ask why you're mad about winning a match by now, and he really needed to talk to you. He waits on the couch until you walk over to plop next to him, thigh to thigh even though he hasn't changed from the clothes he's been wearing all day yet.

“So? What's up? How was your day?” You ask while relaxing into his side. Peter stalls for a second, to wrap his arm around you and turn on a random channel on the TV.

“Yeah it was fine. Have you found your stuffed animals yet?” He asks quickly, without looking at you, and cringes inwardly. There was no way you didn't clock that weird change of topic just now. As Peter suspected, your eyes are glued to the side of his head, eyebrows quirked slightly.

“No, they're still gone. Why?” You ask carefully, leaning a little further into his space. Peter swallows after a second and finally turns to meet your eyes.

“I was uh- just wondering. Because there's something I wanted to tell you.” He continues awkwardly until his eyes meet yours. They're big, and waiting, and suddenly Ned's other advice about just finding the toys himself and pretending this entire thing never happened, didn't sound so bad. Peter only looks at you for a second before averting his eyes again.

“It's uh- not important. Nevermind.” He backpedals with a shake of his head, making you frown in confusion.

“What?” You ask and sit up. Peter nods casually, as if that conversation made any sense. Yeah, he'd simply search the entire tower for the plushies. In your mind, your past suspicion. Peter has been acting odd for a hot second now and you're tired of waiting for him to tell you why. You sit up on your knees and turn his face to look at you.

“Why are you acting like that?” You ask, pressing your face close, eyes searching his eyes like that'll somehow let you into his thoughts. You've always been able to figure out what little thing Peter was overthinking about, eventually finding out what's got him acting up. You're not breaking that streak today. Peter backs up to give himself, and his thoughts some space, his face heating up as you practically crawl into his lap.

“Acting like what?” He asks while backing up further until you eventually topple over onto him. Sam looks up from where he and Bucky are passing back and forth a jug of orange juice, one you'll be sure to avoid, and frowns.

“Hey hey! Keep it pg13! No one wants to see all that!” He cringes as Clint walks into the room and sees you laying on top of Peter too. You roll your eyes and Peter just sits up with you while a few more of the team walk in.

“Seriously, aren't you guys like 16?” Clint just has to add while Bruce and Natasha shake their heads in disappointment.

“21.” You and Peter correct him simultaneously. The older members of your team proceed to tease the two of you amongst themselves, but you're still thinking about what Peter's hiding. That's why it surprises you when he stands up and takes your hand.

“Let's go talk in your room.” He whispers, and you nod silently before following him, the teams chatter about ordering food getting left behind. You type in the keycode for your room, and once you're inside, Peter plops you down on your bed, then rolls over the chair from your desk for himself. Once he sits down, he levels you with that puppy dog look of his, eyebrows turnt in the middle, perfect brown eyes on display, and lips pressed thin. Well, thinner than usual. It makes you sigh.

“Peter, what is going on with you? What's the face for? Huh?” You groan, ready to get to the bottom of this. Peter decides there's no use in hiding it anymore either. If you thought he was dumb after this, or an insecure bear abuser, then so be it.

“I don't know where your plushies are.” He admits and you just stare at him for a few seconds, tempted to put your hand to his forehead again.

“I'm aware.” You coax, still completely lost on where his mind could be right now. Peter sighs again and you really give him your full attention, leaning forward and looking directly at him.

“I don't know where they are, but I was kind of glad that they were gone for a second. Because I was- jealous- of them.” He finally reveals, wincing at the end because he knows admitting that you're jealous of a stuffed toy is kind of wild. You just look at him with your eyebrows pinched together in confusion, elbows resting on your knees.

“Huh?” Is all you can say, because you have no idea what he's talking about. Peter stands up to pace in front of your bed, obviously flustered.

“ It was never supposed to be a big thing! I just got a little annoyed after patrolling a few weeks ago! And then I talked to Ned-which was a horrible idea. And then they started to disappear-!” He rambles until you call his name softly. Peter huffs walks back over to his chair before rolling it closer to you and sitting down.

“ I let myself get talked into kicking a bear off your bed and have spent the last couple weeks stressing that you'd find out and think that I'm either a thief or an idiot.” He huffs and finally lays it all out, blinking at you casually. You just gaze back at him for a second before pursing your lips.

“Is that why Ned said something about ‘the other man’ a few days ago!?” You stand up as you recall an earlier conversation with the brunette. It's Peter's turn to frown, because he had no idea a conversation like that had happened.

“Wait- he what!?” he yelps but you've already moved onto the other things he said.

“You were jealous of the plushies? Why?” You ask, your voice dropping back down to a normal pitch. Peter glances at the apologetic look in your eyes and immediately shakes his head. He stands up with you and takes your hands.

“No I was- I just-!” Peter tries to explain, because it was never really about the bear or any of your stuffed animals. That was more Ned talking than anything. You just look at him, genuinely waiting to hear his answer, and it makes Peter feel even dumber for not just telling you how he felt right away.

“ I just liked that you were sleeping in my bed again.” He tells you honestly. It wasn't that you were holding the bears instead of him. It wasn't that their little eyes felt like they were staring at his butt when he's changing either. It was the way you visited his room at night, even if it was late and he'd just finished patrolling. It was a reason to stop by your room, when usually he'd worry he's interrupting your sleep or that you're studying. It was finishing the day wrapped up in you. You look at Peter before wrapping your arms around his waist with a quiet groan.

“This semester has been kicking our asses.” You sigh with your cheek resting on him. Peter just nods against your hair, the tiny curls poking out of your parts tickling his nose in that familiar way. Things were busy and stressful these days, and not being able to see each other very often or very long wasn't making it any easier. You pull your head away from his shoulder to press a small kiss to his lips, your thick lips pleasantly cushioning his thin ones.

“Let's sleep together tonight. I think my other men can survive without me for one night.” You tease and Peter rolls his eyes, his cheeks tinting red for a second. He'd have to get Ned for that one, because there was no way you were letting that go. The two of you could find the plushies, and maybe schedule a way to study and patrol together, some other time. For now you throw a TV show on and hop in bed, while Peter changes into some of the clothes he has in your dresser.

*_*_*_*epilogue*_*_*_*

Pan to a few days later, and you're sitting with Peter at the kitchen barstools. It's a bright afternoon, a little after twelve, and the two of you are looking for some nice stuffies online. Peter rests with his head against your shoulder while you scroll through the options.

“This is a nice one, expensive though.” You point out and Peter glances up from his spot.

“Since when do you care how expensive a plushie is?” He asks sleepily and you make an offended noise in your throat.

“Hey, even I have standards. You can't just buy any old plush. It has to have certain qualities.” You muse right as Bruce walks into the kitchen, evidently after another all nighter in the lab, if the same clothes he was sporting yesterday are anything to go off of. He notices the images on your tablet screen.

“No luck with the kidnapped kid toys, huh?” He asks while starting up the coffee machine. Fortunately, he tosses some toast into the toaster, too. You frown at his choice of words, and Peter shakes his head.

“We've looked all over.” He replies at the same time you declare that stuffed animals aren't only for kids. Before your conversation can continue, the helipad doors open, washing the room in cool air, revealing Steve and Tony. Tony struts in like usual, while Steve walks in with a huge number of bags in and on his muscular arms. All three of you look on in confusion as the duo approach the kitchen.

“How's it going people? What's with the long face kid? No luck finding the pillaged plushies?” Tony greets the three of you before turning to you with his shades tilted down his nose. You frown, still slightly disturbed with the phrasing for your missing animals, before answering him.

“ Nah, me and Peter spent the last few days looking around the tower. But there's nothing.” You sigh, and Tony just nods with a small sniff.

“No dice huh? Why don't you check those out then? See if they lift your spirits.” He says quietly before nodding towards the abundance of shopping bags Steve was still in the process of setting on the floor by the couch. You tilt your head in intrigue before standing up to walk over. Cap crosses his arms with a small smile as you sit down.

“He didn't carry any of it. But he did hand pick each one.” He informs you fondly, leading Tony to brush it off like he always does when he does something thoughtful. You shuffle through the gift paper and there in one of the bags, is a giant soft toy. Your chin drops in pleasant surprise while you look at the dozens of bags.

“Aw Mr. Stark you- Thor!” You start to say before you notice someone in the corner of your eye. The rest of the men in the room look in the direction of your pointed finger, and there stands the Asgardian prince, obviously having just finished entering from the iron man landing pad, with his arms full of stuffed animals. Peter squints when he notices some very familiar, blue fabric. It's the whale, and those are your stuffed animals. Thor looks up at the sound of your voice and blinks when he notices all eyes are on him.

“Ah! Nice to see everyone gathered together.” He greets all of you with a cheery grin, stuffed animals still in his arms. You just gesture towards him, mind running over the last few weeks.

“Thor! Where did you-?” You gape, at a loss for words. Thor simply looks down at the toys in his huge arms, only just then realizing what you're talking about.

“Ah yes, the playthings, from your room, of course! Don't you recognize your own stuffed companions?” He asks with a slight chuckle in his voice that causes you to make a sound of disbelief. Fortunately, Peter is there to voice your complaints.

“But- why did you take them?” Peter asks, and the rest of you nod, wondering why as well. Thor hums in thought, thinking back on his reason for first taking a few.

“Well, young L/n mentioned them being pleasant to rest on, and she was correct, so I borrowed some for my bed in Asgard.” He answers with a small shrug. Your face cringes in confusion. The word ‘some’ was an understatement for sure. Your bed was almost entirely devoid of stuffed animals, only your pillows and throw blankets decorating the space.

“And you didn't think to give them back?” You ask with your voice pitched just a little higher than usual. Apparently, it's Thor’s turn to look at you funny, because he tilts his head.

“Of course I did, that's why I'm here now.” He tells you as if it's obvious and he hasn't had your property for almost a month now. It's Steve's turn to shake his head while Tony rolls his eyes.

“Thor, we've been looking for those for weeks.” Steve sighs, done with his oblivious friend's antics. Thor’s eyes widened in surprise and now that you think about it, Thor wasn't around each time you'd asked the team about them.

“Really? I was not aware. Well look no further. Here they are, safe and sound.” Thor reports with a smile before walking off to your room, leaving the four of you to stand there in disbelief. Your plushies are probably gonna smell like Asgardian shampoo for a while.

A/n: This was supposed to be nothing but a little ficlet, 1-2k words tops. How did it turn into the longest one-shot I've ever written?? I love this but feeling a little insecure all the same. Hope I kept you guys captivated enough to finish the whole thing. My first Mcu! Peter parker fic! Thanks for reading!🕸🕸🕸

[melioristicbeast]

And I really just want- oh god oh god oh cut, cut Derek! Derek: What happened, Stiles? Stiles: Oh it's a fucking tragedy over here

Listen brad has more golden retriever energy compared to stiles’s feral cat vibes - but late 20s/early 30s stiles with the chaos, the tangents, the interactions with the rest of the staff, calling his editor all kinds of variations of his name/nicknames, derek with the sass in the edit notes - you see the vision

(screenshots from 1st ep of It's Alive with Brad Leone - an iconic opening)

[thelilylav]

Crashed out about the Prime Minister calling a snap election in the reblogs and ended up getting blocked LMAOOO

[getosugurusbangs]

Hey sorry I know your probably getting several asks right now with the game😅

But is there any website (or app) that you read manga on?

(Again sorry I just remember you saying you read the blue lock manga and I’m trying to get into manga without having to buy it all at once)

nah don’t worry about it, i don’t mind at all lol

i normally try to use mangadex, the only problem with it is that it doesn’t usually have all the chapters to whatever you’re trying to read, so you still kinda have to find another site anyways, so….

[saltywatercrocodile]

Hi I saw your PSA for therian minors, and as someone who wants to start a quadrobics channel when I'm 18 (pretty soon) I'm wondering if you have any advice on how to do that safely? I already plan on making my parents aware of it, never showing my face, maybe distorting my voice, not disclosing my age/location and not showing road/business signs in my videos. I'd love to hear any thoughts/tips you have :)

Hi!

Disclaimer, I'm not really an expert on internet safety or anything, I mostly only know what I've been told not to do, or what I've seen other people get doxxed for. I also don't normally post images/videos of myself on the internet so I'm not really used to having to watch out for these things.

That being said, I think all the things you've mentioned are great ideas, and I can't think of anything major that you've missed. Distorting your voice is an awesome idea! I do that a lot in voice channels with strangers, not even out of fear of trolls, just to get the species euphoria of having a lower crocodile rumble lol

Honestly, the vast majority of internet trolls have no way to actually hurt you, they just make a living scaring people into thinking they will. Most (in my experience) can be scared off pretty quickly if you sound confident and tell them what they're doing is illegal and that you will or have let the police know. You might not even have to actually call the police, in most of the experiences I've seen people have, trolls just get scared and run off if you sound convincing enough, it's not like they'll ask for proof that you've called. They're used to people getting scared and not knowing the law and immediately sending them the blackmail money.

My main issue in the main post was that these kids/teens were giving that 1% of actually dangerous people the chance to hurt them, and the other 99% the chance to blackmail them. If they don't know not to keep identifying logos out of shots, they probably don't know cyber-security laws and are at risk of someone scaring them out of money with empty threats. You seem aware and responsible, so I don't think you'll be in any danger, and hopefully you'll never even have to encounter trolls.

I wish you luck with your channel and I really hope it's fun and rewarding for you :}

[yandere-romanticaa]

I have a fic idea, stay with me on this one folks.

I'm a massive Re Zero girlie and I always really liked how Return by Death was handled in the series. I'm also a massive Sunday girlie and the man is in my head rent free 25/8, so I've come up with a half baked idea which I find highly entertaining, but it still needs a lot of work. Here is the gist of it:

The premise is that you, the reader, get summoned to the world of Honkai Star Rail by the Aeon of Elation, Aha. Aha randomly picked a target from our world to torment and gave you the ability Return by Death simply because it wanted to.

In case you do not know, Return by Death allows your soul to travel the river of time backwards to a save point that Subaru (in this case you, the reader) and/or the witch of envy (in this case Aha) deem safe and/or useful. Now, I figured that the Astral Express would end up picking you up along the way but Aha keeps killing you over and over again just for fun. Aha might also wish to mess with other worlds or the people you've started to care for in this universe, which in prompt forces you to kill yourself in order to save your friends from certain doom, forcing you to start from scratch all over again.

I was thinking that Sunday would have something of a cheat code to eventually realize that something is wrong due to his tuning ability. Across your journey you end up developing feelings for Sunday and the feeling would become mutual, but tragedy keeps striking over and over and over again, always dooming someone to die.

Other characters that I'm thinking who would figure out that something was wrong or not right with you would be Welt, Acheron and Sparkle. Honorable mention to Sampo too.

Again, this idea is barely half baked and I basically just stole the plot of Re Zero and applied it to Honkai Star Rail LMAO. I did not intend this fic to be yandere and if I ever did write it, I wanted to do it on my side blog because this main one is only for dark content.

If anyone has any ideas, suggestions or comments, please share them with me. I find this idea to be incredibly entertaining but it would take me a while to actually start the fic. I'd like to at least finish the 2.7 story (at the time of writing this, that patch is not out yet) and maybe work out some kinks here and there.

Thank you for going through this silly idea of mine, mwah mwah ❤️

[ninjadoodleduck]

I made a thing! :V this is my first attempt at a tutorial so I hope it is helpful! if anyone has any questions or suggestions for other tutorials feel free to leave them in the comments and I will do my best to answer them!

[starrywilliams]

guilty as sin? | abby anderson

“these fatal fantasies giving way to labored breath, taking all of me, we’ve already done it in my head”

warnings: masturbation, slight masochism, ruined orgasm, angst, perv!abby (a little), internalized homophobia (discussed in more detail below)

notes: no surprise my favourite ttpd song is the gayest one on the album, but guilty as sin? screams lesbian guilt i fear!!!! i’ve been writing this for over a month so i hope u guys like it 😭

cw: discussion of lesbian guilt & comphet - these are somewhat based on my own experiences with my sexuality and i absolutely!!! do not think a man can ‘cure’ a lesbian or anything similar to that. nor do i believe anyone should ever feel guilty for being gay. realising i’m a lesbian has been extremely freeing & dykes r the best x

wc: 1.8k

likes, comments + reblogs are greatly appreciated :)

the door slammed harshly behind abby as she stormed into her room. she pulled her jacket off desperately; her skin hot under its tight vice. she’d been in the gym, trying to work out her endless frustration of late, when you’d walked in.

you’d only said “hi" and smiled politely at her before setting your things down. but she felt her stomach churn, a black hole opening inside her. abby stood up, pulling the weights off the barbell and onto their rack. she grunted softly, glancing at you from the corner of her eye.

you’d started stretching, currently bent over as you touched your toes. her eyes drifted for an infinitesimal moment, locking onto the swell of your-. she looked away - wrongwrongwrong.

but then she looked back, her stare feasting on your body. she wondered whether you were doing this on purpose, trying to tempt her from across the room. she wondered if you knew her dirty little secret, abby picturing a smirk on your face as you mocked her for such indecent thoughts.

she didn’t want to feel this way. she didn’t want to feel the poison ivy swarming around her chest, getting tighter, tighter. the rash spread inside her; this invisible whip of lust lashing against her skin whenever your face appeared in her mind. well, had it been just your face maybe she wouldn’t feel like some depraved sinner.

now it wasn’t like abby believed in god, in a world where death and destruction infect every crevice you’d have to be mad to believe that any ‘god’ wanted its followers to suffer so greatly. but something inside her screamed every time she had these thoughts. these impure, twisted thoughts about you.

she didn’t know what made her feel like this. what made her resent you for simply existing; and what made her resent herself.

she recalled her teenage years, when manny had subtly suggested that owen liked her - so she was supposed to like him back, right? and she tried! she loved him even - but there was always that something, that feeling in her gut that told her that something was wrong, something about him that just would never sit right with her.

but all the other girls wanted a boyfriend too, and the jealousy was nice at first - she’d thought. after all, mel was the star student, a doctor in the making, her dad’s favourite; and nora was this freshly trained medical officer, and abby was- abby was just abby.

her dad began noticing her more too - previously too preoccupied with his firefly duties and his favourite student. now his little girl was slipping away from him, he finally began paying her the amount of attention she’d craved for so long.

before, their conversations had often drifted into talk of mel and her new achievements, or his hopes of a vaccine, or some animal he was tracking. never anything about his daughter’s life.

having a boyfriend made her interesting, it gave the other girls something to envy. which was a nice reversal, for a while. then her dad died, and she had become this object of pity. owen helped a bit, she supposed. he tried to distract her and keep her focused on their new role as soldiers, but she barely cared about him anymore. all she wanted was revenge, and with revenge, came you.

you were one of the gyms trainers, passionate about helping the members of the wlf stay fit and healthy! you’d helped her start lifting weights, squealed as she reached every milestone, and had remarked jokingly about just how much you loved her new physique.

it was innocent at first, the most being her brain going a little fuzzy when you’d bit your lip while spotting her; a slight blush when you’d hugged her a little too tight. then, once she and owen were finally broken up, these new pictures began hanging themselves on the walls of her mind. still, innocent, just slightly tainted with desire - the true nature of them still an avoidable matter for her back then.

when she could ignore the truth in her recent behaviour, abby loved spending time with you. after all, you were just really good friends! anyway, she’d had a boyfriend before so everyone knew she was normal, and absolutely not different, and she would never ever have to feel like an outsider.

yet it took a mere three months before she gave up on this foolish lie. she liked you, and as long as nobody ever found out, it wouldn’t matter.

but as her mind grew dark and twisted - joel a constant topic in her head as she obsessed over finally getting to enact revenge - her thoughts got worse in turn. she wanted you - filthily and desperately.

every gym session ended with another cold shower, a desperate plea for her body to stop and let her focus on the task at hand; a hopeless attempt to bury this ache into the ground; an endless endeavour to escape these urges for just one second.

but then she came back changed, every hair on her body endlessly erected with guilt. the way she’d killed him so mercilessly, the way it had done nothing to ease the pain, and the way you had tormented her mind ceaselessly throughout the entire trip.

maybe, had she never met you, she could’ve just killed him and been satisfied. maybe had you never offered to train her personally, she could’ve just stayed comfortable in that stuffy closet. maybe if she found the right man she’d stop feeling this way.

abby deemed such ideas unfathomable now.

owen made her feel nothing. being with him was like an eternal thursday, an endless wait for the week’s end and its pleasure to turn up at her door. every day she’d wait for some spark to arrive, the routine only becoming more and more tedious by the minute. but he helped her get people’s attention, which was enough when she was just abby.

but then she was abby anderson, top scar killer and isaac’s favourite. she got attention on her own, she was praised for her own accomplishments: people worshipped the fucking ground she walked on. but they didn’t know who she really was.

they didn’t know she liked girls the way she was supposed to like boys. she’d seen it in enough of those wlf movie nights - cruel jokes about anyone who even thought about being different. she’d heard the way people gossiped, “did you hear that they’re moving lesbians into the family unit? what a joke.”

they said it like it was something dirty, something egregious, something that she had to hate about herself. so she did.

but as long as she kept it secret, kept it locked away in her mind, maybe she’d be okay. after all, only your actions talk: it was the age old question really, if a tree falls in a forest and no one else hears it, does it make a sound?

abby fell back against her bed sheets, calloused hands pushing her cargos down to her ankles as she replayed the sight of you in her mind. bent over - she felt like you were trying to tempt her on purpose.

she felt like a heathen; staring, fantasizing, worshipping. her mind was bursting with the idea of every possible position she could put you in; head a chorus of every little noise she wanted to hear you make; eyes screwed shut as depravity filled her every sense.

she shoved her bralette up her chest roughly, fingertips dragging over her nipples with little mercy. she pinched them, the peach skin stinging underneath her touch.

she wanted it to hurt; wanted it to feel like some sort of punishment for her thoughts. but as her hips bucked into the air, a long whine dragging from her clenched jaw, she realised it needed to hurt more.

she imagined you, finding her like this. disgust burnt into your features - what the fuck was she doing? repeating your name like some subverted prayer, fingers harshly scratching along her stomach as she tried to make the pleasure feel more like pain, trying to induce some connection between the two.

if it hurt enough, would she stop? force herself to forget? could she torture this part of herself until it surrendered?

her hand slipped over the top of her boxers, a finger running tentatively over her clit through the now darkened fabric. she bit down on her lip, groaning against it as she pushed down harder and harder, attempting to break through the skin.

another finger pressed down, beginning to draw circles down on the throbbing bud. she jolted against her own touch, your head between her legs burning into her mind. your hands, trailing along her flesh - groping at her with little tenderness; tongue, swiping at her pussy with no intent of fulfillment: she wanted you to make her weep, smoke out her lungs with shame, deny her from gratification until all she could feel was regret.

she pulled away, only to cover her fingertips with her spit - diving under her boxers to continue with her corruption. abby let out a strangled sigh, hips grinding against her fingers as they toyed with her clit.

she moved a hand to her hair, knuckles stretching against her scalp as she began to pull her braid. she grunted, yanking even harder. she whispered your name: pained, hopeless.

she sped up her assault against her pussy, feeling that pit in the bottom of her stomach begin to grow. “pleasepleaseplease” her voice cracked as she begged, unsure what she was pleading for.

she wanted to stop, but she needed to try and make this feeling go away. she knew it would come back, it always did - but even five minutes free from your torment on her mind might save her.

her fingers kept going, drawing desperate circles against her weeping pussy relentlessly. the void was growing, almost consuming her entirely at this point. she thought of you laughing at her current state: a crying mess, pussy wet with perversion.

it was sick, really - how the idea of you hating her for this made her need even worse. you’d probably think it appalling: someone who was supposed to be your friend, now sat here burning at the thought of you.

a part of her wished that you shared this sickness. that you too let yourself be overwhelmed by the thought of sin. maybe you didn’t let the guilt swallow you whole - she hoped so.

but there was no point lingering in the what-ifs, they were far too fleeting.

her deft fingers quickened their pace, the ache all consuming. the climb began - a desperate jump towards oblivion. closer, closer. the flames scorched her bedsheets as her breathing hastened.

fuck, she hissed before reaching the apex with a scream of your name. a scream? a whisper? a thought? it didn’t make her actions any less deplorable.

her conscience grabbed pleasure by the throat as she ripped her fingers away, putting out the blaze on her hips like a cigarette crushed on the ground.

the desire imploded within the walls of her torso; scratching against her insides in the vengeance of her denial.

it was wrong; she had to stop it. yet still, the guilt poured into her lungs with no chance of resolve. she was a fool for thinking it would fix her. maybe next time it would work. maybe next time the exorcism would finally purify her.

until next time.

[thegayhimbo]

List of charities (that I know of) to donate to in order to provide emergency relief to those suffering in Gaza:

Medical Aid for Palestinians

Anera

Hakini

Atfaluna Society for Deaf Children

Palestine Red Crescent Society (PRCS)

Human Appeal

Doctors Without Borders

Islamic Relief Palestine Emergency Appeal (UK)

Palestinian American Medical Association (PAMA)

Gaza Emergency Appeal

UNICEF

World Central Kitchen

If anyone has any other recommendations or suggestions, feel free to share them in the comment section, or even reblog this post!

[morallygreychaoticneutral]

Astarion prefers monogamy.

Again, simply my cup of thought tea steeped from my game experience. Its not everyone's drink. No shame, no blame, it's your game. Warning for triggers and spoilers.

*added note due to misunderstandings.

Please notice I said "prefers monogamy" not "is monogamous". He may be up for added partners later on down the line. But definitely not any time before the epilogue in my world.

So, why do I think he prefers monogamy?

Take..

"Iv never had anyone. Not really. Nothing that compares to you."

And mix that with...

"I had nothing for so very long. NOTHING! Not even my own body!"

And add..

"You're you. Nobody is like that."

Plus countless other comments and actions and you get a bowl full of elf who just wants something for himself only for a change.

Centuries of being forced to give up or share everything. His possessions, his person, his own thoughts. Nothing to claim as own that no one else could take or touch at any moment. I'm sure if anything was given to him, he had to fight to keep it.

I think, he would be a bit possessive of anything he could claim as his own.

You are a gift to him. Something rare and special beyond words. I highly doubt he would be willing to share anything you are sharing with him outside of friendship. I could even see him getting fussy about strangers touching you. Moving you away or putting himself physically between you and whomever just touched you without asking.

Hells, even ascended Astarion isn't 100% game to share.

"As much as I wish to sequester you in a deep chamber of my palace and keep you all to myself...there is much to be done."

But, what about Halsin? He says he's fine with it.

Is he? Or is he people pleasing?

If he had said something along the lines of,

"Oh? He wants to share does he? Of course he does. I'm not up for such activities just yet, but you are free to have as much Halsin as you wish. "

I would have gone on that bear hunt, but he doesn't.

He askes you if you are wanting to sleep with Halsin because he has not been able to meet your sexual needs. And I interpreted that as he's vulnerable and worried he's being replaced for not putting out.

Imagine you had asked your lover to not to look to you for sex for reasons you are working out. They agree and you are just relieved as hell about it.

"You were patient. You cared."

Then they come along later down the line and say they are thinking about having sex with a friend. Where would your mind go?

I would bet hard gold he weighed the options in his head. "If I don't let them do this, they might leave me for good. But if I allow it, they wont have an immediate reason to leave. Halsin is the safest option given his experience."

And what's the best way to feel less awful about a situation we cant control? Create a counter situation where we gaslight ourselves into thinking its fine.

Wheeee!

I'm not saying Halsin's offer was bad, it was perfectly fine, it was just poorly placed in the grand scheme of things. If you and Astarion were having fun again before he suggested being an extra, then it would have been easier to believe he was really fine with it.

If they wanted Astarion to be a poly partner they needed to write it better. Shadowheart makes more sense as pro poly than he does.

So for me, Astarion is a one on one elf.

I am not against polyamory. I am not trying to take representation away. I am not shaming anybody for their choices. There is just not enough specific content to support it fully FOR ME. I was actually excited at the idea of having two partners in my fantasy world. Halsin was very clear and very specific about being on board. Astarion was not. And the choice did not feel right. Add a line somewhere for Astarion where he says "Im perfectly fine with sharing, darling. As long as it is discussed and we are in agreement of course." I will happily be on board with it.

[haveyoureadthismcytfic]

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[goldenmetstli]

Seto Kaiba as a Friend

NOTES: It's been a while since I wrote about my sweet cursed child. This one is pretty long and includes "What it is like to hang out with him". Let's dive in!

✮ Pretty obvious, but he doesn't know how to have friends, and if he ends up having one, it will be in extraordinary circumstances. Like with Yugi and everyone else, there needs to be an external reason why you two are in the same room (a tournament, business meeting, waiting for someone else, etc), and even then, he is not fond of just socializing for the sake of it; there are more important things in his mind and schedule than talking to strangers.

✮ In general, you need to catch his attention (it could be positive or negative) and have lots of forced interaction/proximity for Kaiba to consider you something more than a faceless, unimportant person. From then on, it is just luck lol

✮ I don't think he has a specific person he befriends because his idea of intrapersonal relationships is so distorted that they just happen in extraordinary situations. But one essential thing is that he needs to respect you.

✮ For example, Jounouchi made a bad first impression; it wasn't until his battle with Marik that he respected him as a duelist. From then on, he kind of acknowledged him and wouldn't mind hanging out with him if they were in the same room.

✮ But it's not like he would start chatting with Jounouchi; it is more like if Jounouchi started a conversation, he wouldn't ignore him and would even engage. They have also known each other for so long that it just happens that they are now what other people might consider friends.

✮ Like I say, it is very specific and circumstantial.

✮ A way to know if you two are friends is if he shows interest. Did you invite him to play some games at your house? He would ignore or mock them for having such an outlandish idea if it were anyone else. But with you, he would be silent for a second and then offer a better place to play the game or check his calendar to see if he has any available time.

✮ Would Kaiba say you are his friend? Never in his life. He just doesn't mind your company. And that is the biggest compliment: he is okay with your presence. That's all it takes lol

✮ Still, you simply cannot expect him to answer you in a timely manner. If you are not his brother, a stakeholder, or an employee, he will read your message and answer in four business days.

What does it look like hanging out with him?

✮ I believe hanging out with Kaiba would involve games (board games, video games, DnD, etc.). He would give his undivided attention and expect you to take this seriously as he does, and do your best to beat him. If it's DnD, he would get very involved, acting the scenes, adding music, just the whole immersion.

✮ Kaiba doesn't have a lot of free time, so the fact that he takes time out of his day to spend time with you is HUGE. Because of his serious face and intense personality, it might not seem like he is having a good time, but believe me, the fact that he is immersed in the games with you is his way to have fun.

✮ If he starts to taunt you that you might lose, or is a little mean, he is having a great time lol

✮ The more time you spend together, the more you will unlock other ways to hang out with Kaiba. His favorite is to exist together in the same space, while the other works on a project/homework/etc.

✮ You will have to be the one who proposes it at first, but over time, he will ask you about your work/school, comment that you should work on it, look at his watch, say he has to review a business presentation, and suggest stopping at an expensive cafe. This is his way of saying, "Let's spend time together."

✮ Kaiba doesn't mind silence. But if you want to chat, please don't make small talk. He feels you two are way past the point of talking as if you were coworkers or strangers, so he would find it odd. Ask about his work; he loves to talk about it. Anything related to his interests (new technology, his company, games, etc.) would be great conversation ideas.

✮ He is kind of obsessive, so the more he considers you a friend or someone relatively close to him, the more he will observe you. He will remember details about you; your favorite colour, the beverage you always ask, your game style, little quirks, etc.

✮ Kaiba would store that information without even noticing it.

✮ After a while, if you ever told him that your computer broke or your car needed to be fixed, he would help you. In his head, he convinces himself that you need those to work or go to school; it is a need, not a luxury. He doesn't do it for the goodness of his heart; it just happens that he has the means to fix it so you will stop moaning about it. Just that, nothing more.

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Well, that is all for now ε(´｡•᎑•`)っ 💕!! Thank you so much for reading!!

[handonthemouse]

Realistic Sims 3-4 Inspired Face Templates for the Sims 2! No More Long Faces!

I started playing the Sims 2 solely, about 2 years ago. Ever since, I like my Sims to have a certain facial proportion. I know some Sims 2 players like the long-face cartoony look of the sims in the Sims 2... but I personally don't. It inhibits me from making people that look real and unique imho. So behold! New DEFAULT face templates for the Sims 2! I made this for myself but I can share it here as well.

Features: 1. Inspired by different faces around the world. I wanted the faces to be as diverse as possible 2. No more gender differences! Maxis Face Templates makes it so that when you switch from Female to Male, the brows go sooo looww, the nose, chin and jaw gets soo big, and the lips become nonexistent basically. Well no more! (this took a lot of time to do) 3. All faces have the same proportions (same eye, nose, and chin height) so you can mix and match all of the faces and you won't end up with an unproportionate sim! 4. Includes default alien face template replacement as well! Watch Video for reference:

Before Installing: 1. Take any default face templates you currently have in your game if any. 2. Gonna look ugly if you make children with my face template and maxis'. The outcome is gonna look unproportional so don't do that Suggestions: 1. Use my cc skintones + Magic Theatre Eyes by CuriousB (Default). This is what I use, but feel free to experiment with other. 2. Remove all pre-made townies (video by PleasantSims) so that your game can generate new sims with my face templates 3. Download hair replacements since Maxis' hair has a high hairline. 4. Works best if you prefer to create your own custom neighborhood from scratch. Since Maxis neighborhoods have sims with the default long faces. 5. For better access of sliders and face templates, I would suggest to create Sims in BodyShop and not In-game 6. Credit to all the Simmers who've made custom face sliders! I wouldn’t have been able to make these without those sliders, and I suggest you download them here. 7. Download Treeag's Hider for Maxis Sims. Which hides the sims that Maxis created so that your CAS and Bodyshop will only have Sims that you've created yourself This has been one year in the making. When I started, the toddler and child face templates were royally messed up, so I had to painstakingly edit all 28, then, male and female sims look different so I had to manually change them all as well to eliminate all that. This took me months of not playing the game to finish making this. This is what I have been using in my game and so I'm just sharing it here in case anyone wants them as well.

For any feedback and suggestions, comment here or message me on Bluesky.

DOWNLOAD (Mediafire)

Credit to Argon for the face template fixes, which I've included in the download since other face template replacements also include them in their downloads.

Note: Might change either Face Template 22 or 23, but idk what. If you have any face-suggestions let me know. Next thing on my list is to upload my recolors of CuriousB's Magic Theatre Eyes and my Default face replacement for the pollination technician and ideal plantsim. Alien face template for PT replacement and face 26 for ID replacement. WIP

[apiswitchcraft]

altars for titans and protogenoi

This post more than any of the others is going to be mostly upg or spg. Hardly anyone in antiquity spent a lot of effort worshipping most of these deities, especially the protogenoi, so resources are limited. If you have suggestions or personal addendums, feel free to leave them in the comments. I made a lot of decisions based on what the herbs/crystals are usually associated with: for example, black tourmaline is associated with Nyx (the night) therefore Chaos (the embodiment of the primordial soup and basically the universe) has black tourmaline too.

Also, all the deities on this list can be honored with libation of wine, milk, honey, and oil; offerings of meat or desserts; and burning frankincense/myrrh.

Disclaimer: this is not all of the protogenoi or titans that exist, these are just the most recognizable ones that have the most lore attached. I used theoi.com to research all of these deities.

CHAOS: the first to emerge at creation, the protogenos of the space between heaven and earth, and the air

Colors: black, grey, purple for the concept of chaos Offerings: feathers, burning incense, cinnamon, anise, cardamom, clove, black pepper, representations of the four elements Crystals: obsidian, tourmaline, labradorite, lava rock, angelite, amethyst Animals: birds

PHANES/EROS (the elder): protogenos of procreation

Colors: red, pink for love/procreation. blue, green for nature and creation Offerings: heart shaped objects, eucalyptus, flowers, egg shells Crystals: rose quartz, rhodonite, rhodochrosite, malachite, azurite, garnet, desert rose selenite Animals: birds

NYX: protogenos of the night

Colors: black, dark blue, purple for association with the night, anything galaxy patterned Offerings: blackberries, blueberries, plum, dew (morning is fine but after sunset is best), dark feathers, dark chocolate, night-blooming flowers (like moonflower or wisteria), black tea/coffee, mugwort Crystals: obsidian, black tourmaline, labradorite, moonstone (especially black moonstone), selenite, lapis lazuli, amethyst, smokey quartz Animals: owl

also, she is associated with symbols of keys and veils/cloaks

EREBOS: protogenos of darkness

Colors: black for darkness Offerings: dark chocolate, black pepper, black salt, charcoal, asphodel Crystals: black tourmaline, obsidian, smokey quartz, lapis lazuli, azurite, red jasper Animals: moths

AETHER: protogenos of light and the heavens

Colors: yellow, orange, white for sunlight. blue for the sky Offerings: sunflowers, bee pollen, morning dew, fruit, feathers Crystals: honey/blue calcite, yellow/bumblebee jasper, angelite, celestite, milky quartz

HEMERA: protogenos of the day

Colors: blue for the sky, white for the heavens Offerings: chamomile, sage, lavender, basil Crystals: angelite, blue calcite, selenite, celestite, milky quartz, sapphire

GAEA: protogenos of the earth

Colors: blue, green, brown for the earth Offerings: flowers, wood, dirt, anything from nature, really. doing good deeds for the environment Crystals: unakite, jaspers (various), agates (various), lava rock, tiger's eye, bumblebee jasper, jade, nephrite, serpentine, amber Animals: serpents, bull, pig, bees

OURANOS: protogenos of the sky

Colors: blue, white, grey for the sky Offerings: rosemary, sage, mint, leaving your windows/curtains open Crystals: angelite, celestite, selenite, blue calcite, moonstone, sunstone, star jasper, blue lace agate Animals: birds

OCEANUS: protogenos of the ocean

Colors: blue and white for the ocean Offerings: shells, gull feathers, fish scales/bones, sea water, pearls, sand from the ocean Crystals: larimar, aquamarine, turquoise, lapis lazuli, azurite Animals: gulls, pelicans, fish

TETHYS: protogenos of fresh water

Colors: blue and green for fresh water Offerings: lake/pond/river water, fish scales/bones, cattails, sand from a fresh water beach Crystals: larimar, aquamarine, fluorite, amazonite, petoskey stone Animals: fresh water fish, dragonflies

THEMIS: protogenos of divine law and order

Colors: white, silver, gold for law Offerings: thyme, rosemary, anything resembling scales Crystals: pyrite, bloodstone, smokey quartz, obsidian, alexandrite, lapis lazuli Animals: owls

TARTARUS: protogenos of the depths

Colors: red and black for the underworld Offerings: sulfur, saltpeter, black salt, charcoal, deadly nightshade Crystals: jaspers (various), obsidian, black tourmaline, bloodstone, garnet/ruby, pyrite (contains a lot of sulfur) Animals: bats, black dogs

KRONOS: titan of time, harvest, and abundance

Colors: yellow, gold for his scythe. white, grey for the concept of time. green, brown for fertility Offerings: grain, bread, clocks/watches, vervain, poppy, nightshade, clove, allspice Crystals: jaspers (various), agates (various), labradorite, quartz (various), amethyst, honey calcite, serpentine, amber Animals: snakes

RHEA: titaness of motherhood, fertility, and generations (like of family)

Colors: red, pink for motherhood. green, brown for fertility Offerings: menstrual blood, milk, red clover, raspberry, allspice, clove, cinnamon Crystals: rose quartz, rhodonite, rhodochrosite, amethyst, pink opal, jade, nephrite, tiger's eye, cat's eye, amber Animals: lion

PHOEBE: titaness of bright intellect and prophecy

Colors: blue, white, and grey for intellect. purple for prophecy Offerings: sage, bay leaves, lavender, tests/quizzes/homework, yarrow Crystals: lapis lazuli, amethyst, labradorite, howlite, celestite, moonstone, selenite, celestite

LETO: titaness of motherhood, modesty, and womanly demure, protector of children

Colors: pink, red for motherhood. white for modesty Offerings: raspberry, allspice, clove, cinnamon, lavender, flowers, Crystals: moonstone, sunstone, selenite, rose quartz, carnelian, lepidolite, howlite Animals: wolf, rooster

also, she is associated with veiling

ASTERIA: titaness of falling stars, night time divination, and astrology

Colors: blue, black for the night. white/galaxy pattern for stars. purple for magic Offerings: star charts, feathers (especially quail), lavender Crystals: celestite, selenite, star jasper, amethyst, azurite, obsidian, black tourmaline, labradorite, jade Animals: quail

HELIOS: titan of the sun

Colors: yellow, orange, white for the sun Offerings: anything that refracts sunlight, sunflower, st john's wort, sage, cow pelt, chicken feathers Crystals: sunstone, yellow jasper, honey calcite, carnelian, citrine, milky quartz, celestite, angelite, amber Animals: cattle, sheep, white horses, rooster

SELENE: titaness of the moon

Colors: white, grey for the moon Offerings: yarrow, moon shaped objects/food, lavender, night-blooming flowers (like morning glories), nighttime dew Crystals: selenite, celestite, angelite, moonstone, labradorite, smokey quartz, howlite Animals: horses, oxen, mules

EOS: titaness of dawn

Colors: blue for the sky. white, yellow, orange, pink for colors of dawn Offerings: morning dew, morning glories, lavender, yarrow, sage Crystals: rose quartz, citrine, honey calcite, yellow jasper, milky quartz, moonstone, sunstone, selenite, celestite Animals: horses, cicadas

MNEMOSYNE: titaness of memory

Colors: red, yellow for memory Offerings: forget-me-nots, myrtle, rosemary, jasmine, Crystals: jade, amber, turquoise, fluorite, red/yellow jasper Animals: animals with good memory, like an elephant or raven

PROMETHEUS: titan of forethought, creator of mankind

Colors: red, orange for the fire of creation Offerings: fennel, burning things, charcoal Crystals: bloodstone, carnelian, citrine, amber, jaspers (various) Animals: eagle

divider by @vibeswithrenai

[itsb3a2]

Jealous Boy

Luke castellan x y/n

summary: Luke gets jealous over seeing y/n flirting with another guy, or was he flirting with her?

TW: creepy boy who can't take a hint, jealous luke(but not really)

Y/n had always been a skilled archer, thanks to her training at Camp Half-Blood. She loved spending her free time in the archery range, perfecting her aim and technique. Today was no different, as she stood in front of her target, bow in hand, ready to release her arrow.

As she focused on her target, she suddenly felt a presence behind her. She turned around to see a boy from her cabin, a known flirt, smirking at her.

"Hey there, beautiful. Mind if I join you?" he asked, leaning against one of the targets.

Y/n felt uncomfortable with his sudden presence and flirty demeanor. She didn't want any distractions while practicing, especially not from someone like him.

"Actually, I was just about to finish up. Maybe another time," she replied, trying to politely decline his offer.

But the boy didn't seem to take the hint. He continued to flirt and make suggestive comments, making Y/n even more uncomfortable.

'Are you doing anything this friday?” the boy asked

‘Oh sorry I ha-” Y/n’s voice was cut off by none other than her bf luke.

"Hey babe, who's this?" a deep voice said from behind her.

Y/n turned to see Luke Castellan, her boyfriend and fellow demigod, standing there with a smirk on his face. She couldn't help but blush at the sight of him. He always had a way of making her feel safe and loved.

The boy from her cabin immediately backed off, realizing that Y/n was not alone.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't know you two were dating," he said, quickly making his exit.

Luke chuckled as he watched the boy leave. He then turned to Y/n and pulled her closer to him.

"Looks like I have to keep a closer eye on you, my love," he teased, kissing her on the cheek.

Y/n couldn't help but smile at his possessiveness. It was one of the things she loved about him.

‘My knight in shining armour" she said, grateful for his timing.

Luke wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a tight hug.

"Anytime,I couldn't let anyone make my girl feel uncomfortable," he replied, his voice filled with sincerity.

Y/n looked up at him and couldn't help but admire his handsome features. His dark hair, piercing brown eyes, and charming smile never failed to make her heart skip a beat.

"I'm lucky to have you," she said, leaning in for a kiss.

Their lips met in a sweet and passionate kiss, causing sparks to fly between them. Y/n felt like she was on cloud nine whenever she was with Luke. He made her feel loved and cherished, something she had never experienced before.

As they pulled away, Luke rested his forehead against hers, gazing into her eyes.

"I'm the lucky one, Y/n. I never thought I could find someone like you in this crazy demigod world," he said, his voice filled with emotion.

Y/n couldn't believe how fortunate she was to be dating Luke. Not only was he handsome and charming, but he was also kind, brave, and fiercely loyal. He had her heart since the first time she met him.

'God, Luke, I love you.' Y/n stated before kissing Luke until she was out of breath.

"I love you too, baby," Luke said as he kissed her.

Y/n couldn't help but be grateful for the unexpected turn of events as they walked out of the archery range hand in hand. She had gone to practise her archery skills and was instead reminded of Luke's love and care for her.

From that day on, Y/n and Luke's relationship only grew stronger. They continued to train and fight alongside each other, always having each other's back. And whenever Y/n needed a reminder of how much she was loved, all she had to do was look at Luke's piercing brown eyes, and she knew she had found her forever.