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[hoshiina]

pairing: hoshina soushirou x gn!reader (no prns)

request: Hii im the anon who ask for the wips and i saw the blurbs you have. IM VERY MUCH HOOKED with the third ones where hoshina loves reader's smile🥹 relating to that maybe i would like to add(if you want, but feel free to do seperate if you want) soft moments with hoshina x reader who felt like she being the most pessimistic person regarding love(not anti but just felt like she doesn't deserve it) so she is on denial when hoshina make a move on her

notes: reader is usually rather energetic, talkative reader, hoshina thinks you are "beautiful" at some point, TYSM FOR THE REQ!! sorry it took so long omg

wc: 1300

Something was wrong— terribly wrong. There was no way someone would want you, let alone your vice-captain who could have anyone in the world. Not your vice-captain who did everything with such care and looked after everyone so preciously. And definitely never your vice-captain you were terribly in love with.

There must be some mistake. Or else he wouldn’t have just said what you thought he said.

“Pardon me?” you asked.

He looked a little flustered and you had never seen such an expression on him, confusing you further. “I love you,” he said again, softly. “I’d love to know if you’re in a relationship.”

The way he spoke so carefully added to how nervous it made you feel— it was so different from how he usually talked to you. Now, you were lost to say the least, because you couldn’t think of one reason why he would like you, let alone romantically. Under normal circumstances, you’d assume you were being played with or that this was a silly prank or dare, but you knew that Hoshina wasn’t one to do something so horrible. So what was happening?

“I am not…” you said, still confused, but the visible relief in his eyes made your heart tighten. Oh gosh, is he serious?

“I’m… thrilled,” he said, and he wished you goodnight and left. While you were terribly flustered to know he liked you back, there was a voice in your head that wouldn’t stop making you feel anxious. Something felt so odd to you— to be loved back. To be loved back by him. You enjoyed talking to people so you talked to him often, but never had you thought he'd think of you like that. Having a naturally talkative personality, it was true that both of you had fun talking to each other, but you had accepted that your love was unrequited ages ago. When would he have possibly fallen in love with you? The more you thought about it the more impossible it sounded. As thoughts of him circled your head, it’d be morning before you knew it.

It'd be hard for him to point out exactly when he fell in love with you, because he was in love before he knew it. Before he knew it, he'd catch himself following you with his eyes. He adored watching you work, because you made everything look exciting. Of course, he saw how you groaned at the paperwork you had to do, but he'd see how the little things would put a smile on your face.

He liked the work he did, he liked all of it quite frankly. From neutralizing kaiju all the way down to the research he had to do— rarely did he think something was a chore to do, but if you were around to laugh at something silly he found or mutter about the binders and binders of files that the 3rd division just doesn't have space for anymore, he'd start looking forward to these moments.

While he knew you were like this with everyone, he hoped that you were happiest with him. It would mean everything to him if you looked forward to doing seemingly mundane work with him too.

However, while he loved so much about you, there was one moment specifically that made him realize he wasn't moving on. His heart would be yours forever at this rate. You'd look so horribly tired after all this work, and yet, if someone needed help with anything at all, you'd still smile and ask them what's wrong. You'd find the energy and speak to them so kindly. You might not have the energy you usually had, but you'd be so happy to help. Even if they couldn't tell how exhausted you were, he could. He knew how much you did for everyone in the division, and he thought you were stunning when you did so. You were the most beautiful when you had that lovely smile on your face that seemed to light up his world.

He loved you so dearly.

You loved talking to people, so there always seemed to be something for you to talk about. A new finding you wanted to share or a terribly random thought that popped up in your head. While you naturally talked to most of the people in the division, you looked forward to talking to Hoshina the most. The way he'd always listen so intrigued at your dumbest thoughts and laugh at the smallest things you said meant more to you than one would probably think.

And if you shared your daily happenings with him, he'd share his with you too. To say you loved these moments would truly be an understatement. Nothing could possibly make you happier.

However, you knew he was like this with everyone. His laugh would always manage to keep the morale of the division up and he'd never miss potential problems in the condition of any of his officers. You knew he was a sweet person, but also the best one could ask for in a vice-captain. You weren't special— he was like this to everyone. You knew better than anyone else.

You couldn't imagine anyone falling for you, let alone the kindest person you'd ever meet in your life. Let alone the person you'd probably love for the rest of your life.

Yet, here you were, alone with him this afternoon working away through paperwork and it was quiet. Eerily quiet. He was the first to break the silence.

“I rather dislike the rain,” he said, looking out the window. “It’s been raining all day.”

You paused to look outside as well. “No, you’re right. I don’t mind the rain, but I hate how dark everything is.”

“Yeah,” he said. More silence.

“Sorry, I’m awkwardly nervous now,” he said, eyes fixed on his work. “I didn’t mean to make things… weird.”

You could tell he probably didn’t want you to, but you couldn’t help but look his way. Your eyes widened and your heart filled. You weren’t afraid to say much, but you were afraid to talk about this. However, you thought you’d be able to if you were talking to him.

“I just… can’t imagine that you’re… in love… with me,” you said, looking down at your paperwork. “Sounds too good to be true. I know... sounds unlike me, right?”

Immediately he looked up at you, shocked to say the least. You could tell he probably wanted to ask why, but he thought for a moment more.

“What… would I be able to do to show that I am?” he asked. “You’re the one I love… you always will be.”

Your eyes widened. “I just… don’t know why,” you said honestly. “Why me?”

“Because I love you,” he said. “I love a whole lot about you, but I love being with you. I enjoy spending time with you and watching you enjoy the life around you. Is that too simple?”

It took you a second to reply, but you felt a lot better. “No, not at all,” you said. “Because I feel exactly the same way.”

“You’re kidding”

“Absolutely not”

“I’m going to kill you if you’re lying,” he said.

That made you laugh. “You know I wouldn’t,” you said, and yes, he knew you wouldn’t.

“Hey, Hoshina,” you said, avoiding eye-contact. “If I get worried… will you tell me again?”

“I’d tell you until you get sick of my voice,” he said while getting up to kiss your forehead. “I love you so much.”

[mega-banette]

I think the warriors should meet the Orphans again just bc I think it would be really fucking funny

Like imagine you are Sully, a molotov cocktail is being thrown in your direction and given that you don’t want to die you fucking leg it. You reach a safe point. You do a headcount. The whole gangs made it except your girlfriend.

After about a week it becomes obvious that she was probably killed in the explosion. And despite admittedly being a sexist this upsets you. You mourn her, you try (and probably fail bc you’re fairly pathetic) to make the gang stronger bc that’s what she would’ve wanted.

Months pass. If you were more compassionate you would blame yourself for giving in and trying to fight the warriors. You’re not though so instead you’re just sort of sad. You get on a train and you spot a few familiar vests. It’s the warriors.

You reach in your pocket to make sure your pathetically small shaving blade is in there. You’re having delusions of grandeur. You’re convinced you’ll be able to take them out. You haven’t learned your fucking lesson at all you misogynistic prick. Then you notice it.

Your presumed dead girlfriend is right in front of you, wearing a warriors vest. She doesn’t notice you bc she’s too busy making out with the woman who threw the molotov cocktail that you thought killed her. What the fuck.

[bugeyedfreaks]

I still haven’t been able to pick up a copy of the new PPG comic but you know what? I saw this panel online from it and…

…if this is like a Super Zeroes-esque comic where the girls are envisioning alternate versions of themselves with different destinies and if Blossom wants to be a detective GOD! BLESS! whoever wrote this ‘cause it’s perfect.

Bubbles as a bunny and Buttercup as a wrestler are also both perfect but that goes without saying. 🙏

[gferamos]

Random assortment of doodles tiem (⁠づ⁠｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡⁠)⁠づ

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[dawnthefluffyduck]

Doodles based on "Yet Another Nightmare" by Catroic on Ao3 (highly recommend reading, its very good)

[asukiess]

wanna do a smut series where it’s all the unpopular headcanons. vanilla toxigriffe. femdom marichat. service top adrien w/ladrien. super kinky PRE-REVEAL adrinette. uhhhhh idk ladynoir has been pretty versatile. I’m not saying this is revolutionary I’m just saying I like to explore The Dynamics

[casdeans-pie]

So I have this fic idea of Cas being magically kicked from his vessel somehow and desperately seeking Dean's help, even though he's weak and tired and stuck in his true form and its not like Dean can see or hear him anyway, but he needs him. so he tries to talk.

While Dean's driving.

Of course Dean nearly crashes the car because the windows explode and Sam is clutching at his ears, but Dean can hear something....

He pulls over and Sam's still in pain but Dean can hear....

-ean......... Dea- ....... Dean......... he...lp.....

"Cas?..... Cas, that you?"

And it's weird because the 'voice' sounds nothing like Cas - it's musical and tinkling, like a wind chime in his head - but Dean just knows.

He shouldn't be able to understand. but he can.

"Cas?" He says more desperately.

Dean?......... you........ hear.... me?......

"Yeah buddy, I can hear you. Whats going on? Whats happening?"

Sam, still wincing, says "That's Cas?!"

So Dean eventually leaves Sam with Baby and walks away from the road to get him away from anything breakable.

-orry... Dean..... no choice...... locked..... out....... vessel...... talk..... to........... you....... -eed........ help....

And Dean is absolutely on board to help Cas however he can.

He asks how he can hear Cas' true voice and Cas doesn't know. He asks if he can see him, and Cas says no, because he can't risk his eyes, and Dean points out that if he can understand what he's saying he can probably take a peak without the whole eyes burning up in his head thing.

But the wind chime tinkling can somehow sound exactly like Cas without sounding nothing like Cas when it says. No.

Dean has mixed feelings on how the familiar and unfamiliar overlap. He feels fond. "This is what you really sound like? Like a friggin' music box? That's what blew out all the windows and nearly exploded Sam's ears?"

The following silence shouldn't remind Dean of the squinty eyed stare he knows well, but it does.

So Dean is now the only one who can understand Cas, who is hovering nearby, invisible. he learns how to speak to just Dean so that he stops exploding all the glass around him. and the race is on to find his body and get him back inside before it's too late.

Why can Dean understand him now?? Interesting question.

(He secretly wonders if this is what his prayers to Cas feel like to him.)

He does in fact convince Cas to reveal his true form and of course he can see it just fine. It's a fun moment of really seeing the person you've become so familiar with in a new light. (You know the drill.)

(Also Cas' line about how big his true form is was hugely exaggerating for Samuel's benefit. Angels are big glowing multi-winged bird-like creatures with a halo on fire above their heads.)

Cas has to communicate with Sam via Dean and they have conversations that sound bizarre to Sam because he can only hear Dean's side of it. but it's also kind of normal and on brand for the two of them really.

It'd be a fun time.

When Cas does eventually get his body back Dean gets a little sad about the loss of the voice in his head and the cool bird creature, but he's happy to see his friend is okay. and that he's in a form he can hug with relief now.

then when he goes to sleep that night he has a dream. that Cas walks into. He hints at the reason Dean could understand him (their bond) and thanks him again. Finally they sit together on a sunny grassy hill in Dean's dream - Cas in his true form and Dean petting his feathers gently.

[katebeckets]

fun fact i’m asking about your jewellery please do share

bestie thank you for asking me!! (i know this is like a month old, it made me happy knowing it was here and i wanted to take time to answer lol)

i was thinking about this a lot yesterday as I wrote my first fic because i kept laughing, thinking "of course this is what I write about" given my own personal attachment to jewelry. in fact, the song I titled the fic after ("Mine" by Phoebe Ryan) kind of speaks to why I love jewelry so much.

the main point of it is that all my day-to-day jewelry is symbolic! in some ways, it started because I always loved the idea of tattoos, but I'm pretty indecisive to begin with (and my grandparents don't like tattoos, which doesn't mean I won't ever get a tattoo but there was never a tattoo I felt strongly about getting right this moment). I really liked the idea of having tangible reminders of things so I could look at my rings or bracelets or put my hand over my necklace and be reminded of whatever the jewelry was symbolizing. it also has some significance to how I've grown and changed over time.

the rest of the story + pictures/examples will be under the cut <3 (warning that my face might be in some lol I'm just using what's already on my camera roll)

🩵

I mostly have rings and necklaces, which I've been wearing since high school. My bracelets are kind of the key to this story because of the fact that I never wore bracelets until I got a specific bracelet in 2018, but after I got that one bracelet, I have never gone without them since.

Basically, I had a very hard goodbye in 2018, and I wanted to get a piece of jewelry to remind me of that person. I usually would go with a necklace, but I didn't want to have to choose between my new necklace and other symbolic necklaces I have. That's how I decided on a bracelet. Since I never wore any bracelets, I'd never have to choose. I now have 5 bracelets that I never take off (and it's fluctuated in the years since 2018, I think the most I've had at once that are constantly on my wrist is 8?). So it felt symbolic not only because of it being a bracelet, but because there are people that came into my life since then that are very important to me and have never known me without my bracelets, yet the person who is the reason I wear bracelets never knew me as someone who wore bracelets (and I think in my head it became more symbolic because it wasn't gradual, either). So. Here are a million pics! There are fandom ones at the end that are fun (I think)

bracelets

[left] the bracelet that started it all. it has gone through many iterations, mostly to the one on the right so that I could start adding more bracelets. [right] on the right there's also pearl and tanzanite (tanzanite is my favorite), a bracelet that says "hang in there" with a semicolon (an inside joke with someone important to me, and I used to be a gymnast so the irony of "hang in there" on a bar bracelet made me smile), and the butterfly one is from my younger sister.

[left] the colorful bracelet is from my best friend. it's rose gold, so I put it on my right hand and started getting more rose gold/mixed rose gold and gold jewelry. the North Star was part of a gift (I gave someone a matching one) and is an homage to If/Then: "you're my North Star, my map to grace." [middle] I have a ton of morse code jewelry now because then I could put names or phrases without people asking me about it. some phrases/names I have: Amber, Bernadette, I will if you will, everything changes, even now. the heart is a handwritten piece of jewelry. [right] this one shows my garden bracelet! The Language of Flowers is my favorite book, so I use my favorite flower dictionaries to choose flowers based on meaning, which is why I have a lot of flower jewelry. The bracelet has peony, snowdrop, poppy, daisy, and baby's breath.

[left] new bracelets are a cremation bracelet with some of my grandmother's ashes and one with stones representing the asexual pride flag. [right] I gave a matching "E" bracelet to a client a few years ago when we said goodbye and I read The Invisible String. The bottom is a variation of a morse code bracelet.

rings

[left] tanzanite with oak leaves! tanzanite is my favorite but can also be a december birthstone. one of the meanings of my focal child's name (a baby I became really close with when I did my case study for my minor) is strength, which is the meaning of oak leaves. [middle] my current therapist's name is Amber. [right] it's hard to tell, but the stone is pink! I got it when I graduated undergrad because it meant saying goodbye to the Pink Room (infant classroom where I worked).

fandom

[criminal minds] emily prentiss inspired earrings

[ant man & the wasp] hope van dyne inspired necklace

[wicked] wicked day last year: glinda bubble necklace, ring that reminds me of glinda's wand, watermelon tourmaline ring

the x-files [left] scully inspired cross necklace [middle] bee & disk that says "believe" (getting a sunflower one that I'll probably add or trade out with the bee to be more consistent with my other necklaces) [right] x pendant

[castle, left] rose (flowers in Beckett's wedding bouquet, 7x06; various meanings) and Beckett's badge number [the mentalist, right] orchid, date I joined tmsource

one I want to see if anyone can guess if you get this far! 😆

[sinlizards]

do you have any more examples of your art before and after rendering? you have such a fun and distinct style!

I have a ton!! i usually post them along with the main pieces over on twitter but tumblr doesnt lend itself to that format as well </3 I'll throw a couple of more interesting ones here and if theres a specific piece you wanna see the comparison of feel free to lemme know and I can see if i have the sketch file for that to share :]

[popsartattic]

drew some pokemon variations for Hatenna. Every pokemon that can breed with Hatenna is represented here.

Little blurbs on each variation under the readmore.

Standard: One might think that being an all-female species would make standard Hatenna the rarest variant of all, but that's a common misconception. The majority of Hatenna are born standard, regardless of the species of the father. While any pairing aside from Ditto can result in a variant form of Hatenna, this is exceedingly rare, and actively breeding for variants often involves breeding Hatenna with the desired species for multiple generations, though the process can be sped up if one already has a variant Hatenna to start with, as their offspring are far more likely to be of the same variant.

Curly: While highly sought after for its cuteness and relatively friendly and outgoing disposition when compared to a standard Hatenna, they are very hard to come by due to the rarity of Clefairy and the difficulty in breeding the variant. It is prized for more than just its looks, as Curly Hatenna are often born with a secondary Fairy typing, rather than only gaining one upon evolution to Hatterene. The tip of its hat glows faintly under moonlight.

Lullaby: It sings to calm itself, and has the unique ability to learn the move Sing, unlike other members of its species. Because of this, once it evolves it's a lot easier to deal with than most Hattrem, as when it senses strong emotions, it's more likely to quiet the emotions by putting the offending party to sleep rather than responding with violence.

Sparky: Fans of Pikachu love the look of this variation. Rarely, a Sparky Hatenna will be born with a secondary Electric typing. When this happens, 50% of the time it will keep this typing even as a Hatterene and never gain the Fairy type. The other 50% lose the Electric typing upon their final evolution.

Charged: Hatenna bred from Plusle or Minun tend to be very excitable and love to cheer on their friends. They do however, have a tendency to get shocked or disoriented when the feeler atop their hat picks up their own strong emotions. This variant has a chance to be born with the Plus or Minus ability in addition to the usual possibilities.

Confetti: While it has the same ability to sense strong emotions that standard Hatenna do, Confetti Hatenna are usually only bothered by the presence of strong emotions if they are negative ones. This variant stays calm in the presence of positive emotions. It is thought they are drawn to happiness similar to the way their Togetic parent is.

Masked: Some people find this variant's face to be a little creepy, but there are others who enjoy its enigmatic vibe. These Hatenna give off different fragrances similar to their Spritzee or Aromatisse parent, though this fragrance is pleasant only when the people around it are calm. If agitated by the presence of strong emotions, the smell also becomes stronger, to the point that many people cannot handle it. Masked Hatenna are sometimes, but not always, born with a secondary Fairy typing rather than only gaining one upon evolution to Hatterene.

Poodle: This variant is often valued as a pet due to its fluffiness and goofy look. They are, however, just as skittish as a standard Hatenna and as such often require special care. Poodle Hatenna are always born with a secondary Fairy typing rather than only gaining one upon evolution to Hatterene.

Barettes: While all Hatenna are born female, about 50% of this variant come out of the egg with a look that evokes a male Indeedee more than a female one. No one knows why this is, as both forms of this variation are otherwise the same. They are similar in temperament to a standard Hatenna, though with a slightly higher tolerance for emotions.

Buoyant: These Hatenna love the water, and their 'hair' contains sacs filled with oil that help them float, similar to a Marill's tail. Buoyant Hatenna are always born with a secondary typing - 50% of the time, that typing is Water, and the other 50% of the time they simply have their secondary Fairy type from birth rather than gaining it upon evolution to Hatterene.

Braids: This variant is highly sought after for its unmatched cuteness, and is popular in contest circuits throughout the world. So popular, in fact, that it is more commonly seen in regions where Hatenna cannot be found in the wild than it is in its own native regions.

Fringed: Despite its relatively gruff appearance, this is one of the friendliest known Hatenna variants and for that reason it is quite popular as a pet.

Cloudy: In addition to its ability to sense emotions, it can also sense minute changes in the air around it, allowing it to predict the weather. This, unfortunately, means this variant gets overstimulated very easily and because of this is uniquely prone to anxiety issues.

Bowlcut: These Hatenna are of a fairly mild disposition and prefer to live in damp places. Rarely, Hatenna of this variant may be born with a secondary Grass typing. Bowlcut Hatenna with a Grass typing have the ability to release toxic spores from their hat, which they will do in response to strong emotions.

Luna: A popular variant highly sought after for its fancy appearance and the moon-shaped tip of its "hat". It has additional sensory organs at the tips of its 'hair' and can sense emotions much more strongly than a standard Hatenna. It is prone to panic if not kept in a completely calm environment.

Fanged: Due to the mutation of its 'hat', its ability to sense emotions is stunted. Because of this, it tends to be far calmer than a standard Hatenna and is only disturbed by the strongest of emotions. It makes full use of its fanged maw "hat" in battle to great effect, and as such is popular among professional Pokemon trainers.

Thorny: Many are enamored of the thorn-like appearance of its 'hair' and 'hat'. However, as the sides of the 'hair' are curled upwards and it cannot use them to balance itself, this variation tends to be a bit wobbly at times. Thorny Hatenna are sometimes born with a secondary Poison typing. The 'thorns' of the Poison type ones secrete a toxic substance.

Swaddled: Rather than fleeing when it senses strong emotions, these Hatenna tend to swaddle themselves up with their 'hair'. The stronger the emotion, the deeper they retreat into themselves.

Cheery: These Hatenna are possessed of a bright and outgoing disposition, and, similarly to Hatenna of the Charged variant, Cheery Hatenna will often surprise themselves with their own emotions. They will spin around looking for the source of the sudden spike of joy and make themselves dizzy. Some trainers find this behavior endearing.

Leafy: This variation's coloration becomes more vibrant the more time it spends in the sun. Whether the pastel coloration or the saturated one looks better is the subject of heated debate among enthusiasts. Leafy Hatenna are always born with a secondary Grass typing, though they lose it upon their final evolution into Hatterene.

Cottonball: These Hatenna are typically lighter than a standard Hatenna, in extreme cases even being light enough to float. They are popular for their fluffy appearance. Like Bowlcut Hatenna, Cottonball Hatenna are sometimes born with a secondary Grass typing.

Livewire: Similar to the Sparky variation, these Hatenna are sometimes born with a secondary electric typing. And if they are, then watch out! The Electric ones can zap people with the tips of their hair! Some people believe that the sensor atop its head can pick up radio stations in addition to emotions, but so far no one has found any proof of this.

Shaggy: These Hatenna often cannot fully support their weight on their spindly little feet and as such often support their weight with the tips of their 'hair', a behavior that, in most variations, manifests only upon evolution into Hattrem. Shaggy Hatenna have their secondary Fairy typing from birth, rather than only gaining it upon evolution to Hatterene.

Helmed: This variation's 'hair' is unusually hard and sturdy, and protects the Pokemon almost like a helmet. The spots on their hats are actually retractible spikes, though due to the inconvenient location they don't really have much use. Helmed Hatenna are sometimes born with a secondary Steel-typing.

Prankster: These Hatenna actually seem to like the strong emotions they sense - but only if those emotions are negative ones. While they may run away like a standard Hatenna when faced with positive emotions, they are just as likely to take action to make those positive emotions into negative ones, typically by playing mean pranks. This variant can be very hard to handle and is recommended for experienced trainers only.

Peckish: This variant behaves very similarly to a standard Hatenna, with one exception: It has a much faster metabolism and as such has to eat a lot more. It becomes upset if it does not have a lot to eat and will even brave high-emotion places if it is searching for food.

[star-quill]

Hey! I absolutely adore your writing! I would love your take on Peter Quill x nurse!reader. Like, she's a home health aide who takes care of his grandpa and they meet when he comes back. I'd love some nsfw, but only if you want. ;)

omg this is so!!!!

he'd be totally sweet at first, when he met you after he came back. asking about u and when u starting helping his grandfather. u weren't totally sure if u were really needed anymore since he was back but he absolutely insisted u stay.

u showed him a few things he could help with whenever u weren't around and he was listening intently to everything u had to say, trying to memorise it all and not wanting to mess anything up.

however there was one night u had to stay overnight and he insisted u sleep in his bed while he took the couch. u were never going to win the argument so u gave in, grabbing a blanket from the cupboard nearby while he went to fetch some pillows for u.

however he didn't tell u that, u just assumed he was going to bed so u removed ur shirt, ur pants following suit before he walked in.

"hey so i got u some pill—oh shit, shit sorry.."

"oh my god!" u grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around urself, his hand covering his eyes as he dropped the pillows on the couch.

"sorry, i didn't know u were changing.."

"it's ok.. i didn't know u'd be back so soon.."

"i should've said.."

he awkwardly left after that, leaving u to grab ur spare shirt that u keep in ur bag just incase of an overnight stay. it took u a while to get to sleep admittedly, knowing peter's seen u in ur underwear. but then again, it's really only fair since u've seen him mow the lawn outside in just his shorts. you've been trying to fall asleep for thirty minutes now and ur sure that thirty of those minutes were spent thinking about peter. then u realised, all ur thoughts are really about peter. before long, u found urself pushing ur hand down ur pants, trying to give urself a release. peter was the only thing on ur mind, images of his back muscles flexing and his chest heaving with sweat were flashing through ur mind.

u had to turn ur head towards the pillow, muffling ur moans and whimpers as u brought urself closer to ur release.

"peter.." u breathed out as u came on ur fingers, legs slightly trembling. unbeknownst to u, peter was in his bed, thinking about u. he hasn't been able to stop thinking about u since the first day he came back and saw u. he thinks ur so pretty, but he'd never admit it to u. he tosses and turns for a few moments before sleep hit him and he passes out for the night.

he wakes up the next morning, later than usual and stumbles into the kitchen. his eyes haven't fully adjusted to the light and so he doesn't see u standing there and bumps into u.

"oh.. shit, sorry.."

"hey, hey.. u ok?"

"yeah.. still half asleep."

u just smile, holding his arms as he rubs his face, trying to wake himself up. he yawned as well, turning away from u to go to the fridge.

"i'm uh.. i'm heading out, need to pick up a few things but i'll be back later.."

"ok.. look, i'm still really sorry about last night.."

"it's alright.."

u and him both know it wasn't. u could cut the tension in the air with a fucking spoon.

"i.. it's just.. i-i think.. i don't know.."

u'd never seen him be this awkward over anything. u stood next to him, looking up at him as his eyes averted ur gaze.

"i.. i think i like u.. no, fuck, no.. i know i do.."

"oh.. uhm.. oh.."

u grabbed his face and kissed him then, his hands immediately finding ur waist and pulling u into him. now he'd confessed his feelings to u, u felt it was only right u did the same. however, u left out the part about how u touched urself thinking of him. that was for another day. right now, u just wanted to focus on him and the way he was kissing ur neck.

"couldn't stop thinking about u last night.. wanted to kiss u then as well.."

"mmhm?"

"mmhm.. u looked so pretty.."

u blushed, feeling him tug on ur waist to lift u up and set u down on the kitchen counter. he stood between ur legs and continued to leave a trail of kisses down ur neck and collarbone area.

"u just.. u tell me at any point u don't want me to continue.. ok?"

"o-ok.."

he kissed u once again, one of his hands running up and down ur thigh while the other was planted on the counter beside u. then all of a sudden he pulled away from u, leaving u slightly breathless. u were blushing pink, ur lips slightly swollen from the kiss, little marks littered ur neck.

"i uhh.. won't keep u from ur errands.."

oh he was a fucking tease, the smirk on his face said it all.

"asshole."

he knew u didn't mean it, and he just laughed, pressing a kiss to ur cheek.

"i'll finish this when u get back.. but we can't let my grandpa find out.. think it'd give him a heart attack.."

"ok.. ok.. i will finish these errands in record time.."

u hopped off the counter, quickly kissing his cheek this time. he gently slapped ur ass as u walked away and winked when u turned back to him. u blushed even more as u quickly grabbed ur back and headed out.

u weren't lying when u said u finished ur errands in record time, coming back to peter sitting watching tv in the living room. u glanced around the room and noticed nobody else.

"he's having a nap.. we're good.."

u shrugged ur jacket off and moved immediately to sit on his lap, ur lips already on his while his hands were on the small of ur back. instinctively, u grinded down on him, rocking back and forth, feeling his hands grip ur waist even tighter.

"fuck.."

u reached down between u two to undo his jean zipper, attempting to push the item of clothing off him. he bucked his hips up and let his jeans pool around his knees. u were still in ur uniform so u had to step off him and take the bottom half off, and he was so enamoured with u as he watched u. his boxers came off next, and to no surprise, he was already hard. u wasted no time in sinking down onto him, feeling him fill u all the way up.

"oh.. oh.."

"u can take it baby, c'mon.."

"mmf.." u slumped down, wrapping ur arms around his neck and burying ur head in the crook of his shoulder. his hands were on ur waist again as he moved u around, rocking u back and forth as well as bouncing u every so often, making sure u felt everything inside u. he would whisper so much praise into ur ear, making sure to go slow with u, absolutely wrecking u into next week.

he finally let u come, feeling u tremble and shake against him as he pulled out just in time, his own release hitting his stomach. he sighed out, feeling u kiss his neck as u released urself from his shoulder.

"u ok?"

"y-yeah.. feel so good.."

"good.. let's get u showered up, yeah?"

"ok.."

u let him carry u to the shower, washing u up and rinsing u off. he kissed u softly once u were out and wrapped in a warm towel.

"oh and this is definitely not just a one time thing.. i really like u.."

"mmhm, i know.. i like u too.."

[sygiandepths]

Ive been working on more worldbuilding stuff, so you might see textposts about those soon, heres a taste.

Heres a chart for friendly eye contact procedures when commincating with a wild theriad.

Eye contact is a, as described within the image, incredibly ballsy thing to do. But id like to say this is a face on coversation. Often theriads will postion themselves differently when talking. Important messages will put the theriad closer, while less important things are said over a distance. Important messages are also always done with eye contact. It basically says "im very serious right now" quick flicks between no eye contact and some is fine in conversation but heavy maintained eye contact can be seen as a challenge trying to be pursued, especially on their territory.

[astragatwo]

missyouran ❤

(Static images UTC)

[mymreaderlibrary]

Male reader / Natasha Romanoff drabble

(Note: this focuses on stuff around pregnancy and infertility)

If you asked the average person if Natasha Romanoff wanted to be a mom you’d get a solid no. She’s a busy woman, one of the most revered assassins working for a group of world saving heroes, she doesn’t have time for kids. She’s got jobs to finish, people to kill, people to save, and having some bawling toddler would only ruin that.

Besides, Natasha never seemed all that interested in children. While some may become completely enamored by a newborn’s squishy face and joyful squeals, she always managed to simply smile and carry on. She wasn’t immune to giving them a good tickle, but most people aren’t and her motions always seemed drained. It was as if she was losing energy by just seeing a child.

So the consensus was pretty easy to come to, both her life and personal interests showed no signs of settling down. But if you asked those close to her, more specifically Clint, you’d get a far different response. Natasha adored being an aunt to Clint’s kids. Watching them grow and become tiny people with big personalities struck a warmth and desire within her. A desire she could never fulfill.

The Red Room took many things from her, but one that haunted her in particular was her hysterectomy. Originally she felt neither which way about it, but after joining SHIELD and meeting Clint’s family it struck her just how permanent the surgery really was. For a while a sense of bitterness would waft over her, anger, frustration, sadness not necessarily for the loss of her uterus but instead for the loss of her bodily autonomy. It was necessary she told herself it’s not like I had a choice. Still some odd part of her took the blame and the thought that she could never have a family to call her own hurt.

However life finds a way.

She met a man who came to adore her. Beyond just her face and body (though you couldn’t lie to yourself and say she wasn’t exceedingly physically attractive), beyond her job as an assassin, beyond her involvement with the Avengers, she found someone who just liked her. And well… as the months to years passed that feeling welled up inside her.

Natasha had brought you to meet Clint, or well Clint wanted to meet you and gauge what you were doing with his best friend. He’s well aware Natasha can take care of herself it’s just that with friendship comes a defensiveness and he wanted her to be happy. Luckily it seemed you passed whatever silent test he was running on you.

The three of you chatted away by the coffee table, drinking wine as the sun went down. You had an arm slung around Nat’s shoulders as she leaned lightly into your side. She’d never been much for PDA but it was clear she felt safe here. The sound of giggling interrupted your chat as Laura came home with Cooper and Lila. Clint stood up to go greet them and as you watched him go something else caught your eye.

Natasha was smiling but… it was a bit strained. She seemed excited to see the kids but it was clear something was hurting her while watching them. You gave her a little squeeze on the shoulder in hopes of grounding her but it seemed to make her just brush things off faster.

Eventually Clint came back and the two of you gave your goodbyes as the Barton’s prepared for dinner. While you and Nat walked back to the car you couldn’t help but ask her what was wrong. It took a moment, but she decided to trust you. You deserved the know.

Kids or no kids you knew you loved Natasha and you met her in a tight embrace. She just leaned quietly against your shoulder but she felt lighter.

-

Surrogacy was the first idea tossed around. While she might not be able to have a kid you were still capable.

(If AMAB) finding a surrogate mother seemed daunting but Pepper let you know that she was down to help you guys out. There would be no way for Natasha to donate an egg so the genes wouldn’t be hers but that wasn’t all too important. If you followed through with this Natasha would be overly grateful to Pepper and making sure to check in on her constantly.

Do you snacks? Want ice cream? Do your feet hurt? How’s the baby doing? Is everything okay?

Pepper ends up complaining more about Natasha taking up the role as HER mom than her own pregnancy symptoms. Still, no one can really blame Nat for her antsy-ness and Pepper far from hates getting attention, especially from a friend. With each passing day you both couldn’t help but get more and more excited to meet your baby. Though she didn’t say it out loud, Natasha was relieved to be allowed in the room during labor.

(If AFAB) it occurred to you while Natasha had no uterus, you did. However this wasn’t a decision that could be made lightly as the process would include stopping your T for almost a full year as well as the risk of complications. Nat didn’t want to put you through all of that especially if it would strike up dysphoria or distress.

if you decided to follow this route you two would just need to find a sperm donor. No offense to the men in her life but Natasha didn’t feel like asking them for DNA so instead you two chose anonymous. It was kinda bizarre watching and feeling the baby grow, but Nat was ready to mother hen you at every turn. She did her best to buy all the odd snacks you wanted, get you some baggy clothes which didn’t pinch your waist, and let you have rest, lots of rest. She had a habit of rubbing your bump and you watched the silent thrill in her eyes when the baby gave a kick to her hand.

The main downside was that the baby now took the place of Nat’s own spot during bed time. She loved holding you close and feeling your heart beat against hers but now there was a living road block in the way. She joked about having a rivalry with the baby for your attention, something she knew would be a bit more real once the baby was born. Still, she was happy and so were you.

(AMAB AND OR AFAB) if neither of the previous options worked there was always adoption. Neither of you were sure if you wanted a baby, a kid, or a teen so you decided to just see who were available and decide then. It felt a little odd wading through the papers and picking which child you would take in. It felt almost a lil disconnected from the reality of what you were doing.

So many different children seemed like a great match but one in particular caught Nat’s eye. A girl, no older than 7 with no known family members. She was a trouble maker, combative, rough around the edges, and struck a sense of nostalgia within Natasha. She couldn’t help but think of her own fake family back in Ohio as she looked at the girl. She was perfect.

It took a while for the girl to get used to your home and her rowdy nature didn’t just stop because she was adopted. However Nat expected as much, being torn from one home to the next was not an easy process. Eventually the girl slowly got accustomed in her own silent ways.

She may not call you mom and dad but her affection was a lot higher. She laughed more and made some friends at school. You and Nat got to watch as the world seemed to ease up on the girl’s shoulders. Looking at Nat’s tender smile made you think about how you wouldn’t have life any other way.

[sargewood]

// the wolves - amy shark // outcast - kimberly heart // go home - julien baker // homecoming by logan sargeant

[stvlti]

Official cast interviews for Blue Beetle (2023) from DC Nation

Found these interviews in the back of Ravager: Knight Terrors and Robin: Knight Terrors. They seem to be inserted in Aug publications at random? If anyone finds Bruna Marquezine's interview please drop them and @ me

Update: The above interviews are now transcribed below:

Interview with Xolo Maridueña:

What can you share about the origin story of Jaime Reyes—and his alter ego, Blue Beetle?

Jaime is someone who's coming back to his hometown from college. One day he comes across this scarab that grants him powers beyond belief. At first, he's reluctant to become a hero, but ultimately he'll decide to accept his fate—whether he feels worthy or not!

Like most comic book films, there are tons of origin stories to pull from. I think our movie amalgamates some of Jaime's best stories in comics over the years.

How does this scarab give Jaime his powers?

The scarab, Khaji Da, is a sentient alien life-form on a mission across the universe to detect technological advancements. The scarab just so happens to attach itself to Jaime and he's granted incredible powers.

The powers are more a question of what can't he do? He can fly, punch things super hard, make his hands turn into different weapons. He's kind of just the best superhero out there...if I do say so myself.

Who is the villain of the movie, Victoria Kord?

Victoria Kord is played by Susan Sarandon in the film. Victoria is truly a billionaire mogul with her eyes on the prize. However, she has a bit of a chip on her shoulder because there was a disagreement on who should head up Kord Industries. Susan Sarandon is such an amazing actress and as much as Victoria Kord has a bad side, she's also very charming.

What makes this superhero film unique?

This film really is gonna tap into that familiar family feeling that is irreplaceable. You're gonna meet Jaime's family and say, maybe I don't look like them, maybe our parents don't come from the same place, but I know this type of love and what this relationship feels like. I hope it will make a lot of people realize you don't have to do everything alone.

All the moments that led up to Jaime encountering the scarab were because of the foundation that his family was able to build on.

Interview with George Lopez:

What can you tell us about Rudy, your character in the film?

On my last trip to Atlanta, I was in a car and I looked out the window and there was a guy working for the city with about a 10-inch goatee, glasses, long hair, and a city orange vest that had no sleeves, and I thought, man, that's me. I like the idea that we're so quick to judge somebody by the way they look, and Rudy is a bit of a contradiction from the way that he looks.

Why do you think the scarab chose Jaime Reyes as its host?

I think it chose Jaime because it knew that he's a good guy. The scarab chose somebody who would use their powers for good. If you go back into the bug lair and you see Ted Kord's previous Blue Beetle uniforms it was from a guy that had money, was a little bit eccentric, and would create these outfits for himself...but he couldn't fly anywhere.

What can fans expect from Blue Beetle's costume?

You've seen nothing until you've seen the Blue Beetle costume deploy and the pincers retract! It's amazing to see him fly and fight. He operates in a dark blue and black costume, similar to charcoal, which may be the coolest colors of all time. It feels more like a skin than an actual costume. I've seen a lot of bugs in my day, but I've never seen one that looks like that.

How is being a part of Blue Beetle meaningful to you?

As an actor, I've been fortunate enough to have done stand-up for a long time, had my own show named after me, and a number of other incredible things in my career. However, I would have hated to not be involved in this project. If I wasn't cast in this movie it would've been heartbreaking in a sense, but I'm honored to be a part of it. To know that you're specifically chosen to be in this great project, and give life  to a guy like Rudy, is beyond an honor.