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HOOD AND WOLF‼️
#I love them so much#also their animal crossing personalities are peppy for Gan and uchi for Jason#or sisterly#however you wanna call that one#thought it should be mentioned#gan’s vigilante name is the red wolf#to pair with red hood#also a tiny nod to little red riding hood and the big bad wolf#anyway they are so siblings to me#Gan also plays rugby#well I’m the comics it says she USED to but she still plays to me#jason todd#Gan batbayar#red hood#red wolf#dc comics#ambrose art
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Cyn would love playing roblox i think.
#help me i cant stop thinking of domestic scenarios with these damn robots. they should go trick or treating and have a wonderful time#i love when au fic writers make cyn and uzi have a sisterly bond its so cute#cries#murder drones#fanart#md n#serial designation n#md cyn#murder drones cyn#my art
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wonderlands x crossing! here's hoping brand new your world also has a fishing minigame
#project sekai#prsk#pjsekai#tsukasa tenma#emu otori#nene kusanagi#rui kamishiro#wxs#wonderlands x showtime#goldart#now if I was mr nintendo tsukasa WOULD be a horse I know#but the wolves have the funniest faces#also personalities:#tsukasa and rui would probably both be smug?#but emu is peppy and nene is sisterly!
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been really normal about @interstyx ‘s fic kenosis as of late, really great character study + made me feel things. huge thx to @drowninginfelines for the rec
#i was gonna draw more but i got lazy#uzi doorman#murder drones#glitch productions#murder drones fanart#murder drones v#i think this is the first time ive drawn her actually#this fic is probably one of the best ive read and im picky#serial designation v#vuzi#?#not technically ship but u can tag it as that if u want idc#i see them w more of a sisterly bond tho#my stuff
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i absolutely love your characterization of movie vanessa,, like she is so mentally unwell but also she is full of whimsy!
The duality of Vanessa Shelly,,
#ask reply#I’m glad that you like how I portray her!!#I really didn’t want to make her one note#so I did amped up the characteristics we did get from her from the movie#shes genuinely very nice almost big sisterly and likes to indulge with things that are childish#while also obviously having deep rooted issues that’s she’s trying to work through#I adore her#her whimsy is paired right in hand with her trauma#it’s such a interesting balance to have in a character so I’m glad I can show it off well!
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its called FUN-Y because she's a funny silly girl
#kjarr was fighting for her life the whole time. not in like an important battle or anything. but she was nonetheless on the ropes.#arknights#pramanix#kjera#also did you see how brave it was of them to try playing the “aww they get along so well :) theyre like besties. or sisters :)!�� hand#in the narration#immediately followed by kjarr's oprec being Like That 😭😭 GIRL THAT WAS NOT “SISTERLY” IN THE SLIGHTEST.#“the one” “what you always wanted” shut uppp godddddd go back to your snake hole take another 1000 yr nap goddd BE QUIET‼
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guys stop fighting this isnt like you 😔😔
#i only need three things from s2:#timebomb#caitvi#and some sisterly bonding#arcane#arcane s2#vi#jinx
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an archdevil and a presidential candidate sneak into a gay bar
flatcolor + closeups below :)
#they love each other so much you guys don’t understand#they’ve lived together for years. they have seen each other at their worst.#THEY HAVE CHOSEN EACH OTHEROVER EVERYTHING SO MANY TIMES#ITS ALL ABOUT FRIENDSHIP#ITS ALL ABOUT THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE#ITS ALL ABOUT TAKING CARE OF EACH OTHER#my brother just brought me fettuccine alfredo#which is an important addon to this post#(it’s all about taking care of each other)#BY THE WAY#I understand the ‘they are sisters’ response to lots of my bad girls posts but I need to make it so clear that it’s more than that#not to be that guy because I do get it but I’m in a constant state of twisting myself around my art to avoid some things#and something I get a bunch is people seeing things as either ‘they’re siblings’ or ‘they’re dating’ when neither was my intention#because what I’m trying to get across here isn’t romantic and it’s not really sisterly either. love is such a wide range beyond that#+ and I want those types of love to also be understood within my art y’know#all that to say that it’s not that deep and they love each other very very much any way you slice it#d20#d20 fantasy high#dimension 20#d20 fanart#fantasy high#fhjy#kristen applebees#fig faeth#fig fantasy high#kristen fantasy high#kristen chilis applebees#applefaeth#undescribed#my art
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THIS IS ALL I HAVE EVER NEEDED IN MY LIFE
#THANK YOU KLEI I OWE YOU MY LIFE#marso rambles#holy fuckign shit bro my heart#FINALLY their sisterly bond is shown!!#DST#DST Wendy#DST Winona#Winona#Wendy
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just eat your food and say goodnight.
erik lehnsherr (magneto) x reader, platonic! peter maximoff (quicksilver) x reader • x-men (movies) • fluff, female reader
Summary: Peter Maximoff is a mischievous little shit. Y/N Lehnsherr and her husband Erik love him anyway. AO3
“Well, I’m calling it a night then.”
A content sigh escaped your lips as you stood up from your seat at the dining table and gingerly picked up your own dishes as well as the other empty ones left on the table. Those who noticed thanked you quickly before resuming their respective conversations — like Raven and Charles who were too busy bickering like children — while others made the effort to collect the ones on the other end of the table, namely Hank, Jean and Scott; the latter only doing so after being dragged by his girlfriend.
“Hey, you got an early class too, old man. Can’t risk waking up late with that back of yours.” You gestured to your husband, pointedly looking at him with a smirk on your face. He mirrored your expression, playfully cringing his nose to tease you but it only made you chuckle, a sound that was music to his ears.
“Good night then, everyone.” Erik stood up, following suit behind you, a melody of good night’s responding to him in different tones and variations of the phrase.
“The old man joke doesn’t age well with you, Y/N!”
Although muffled as he said it with a mouth full of food, it was clear enough for you to hear and snap your head towards him. Peter, the beloved speedster, snickered to himself at his own joke. He was too busy shoving chocolate pudding down his throat to notice that a couple of those around him had gone quiet, staring at him with disapproving eyes.
Raven reached over to flick the side of his head and Charles leaned back to give her the leeway, “Dumbass.”
“Ow!”
In your one thousand and thirty-five years of living, it was no surprise that all jokes about your age had grown stale. You hated them, having heard every single phrase on Earth…it was just plain boring to hear them make unoriginal jabs at your age at this point. If they got creative, you wouldn’t mind so much, but after hearing the same variations of the same jokes your whole life? Anyone would be understandably annoyed. Erik knew this, almost everyone at the table did as well. But, you figured it slipped Peter’s mind. It always did.
As he rubbed the side of his head, he stared angrily at the shapeshifter but was met by a pair of equally disappointed eyes that belonged to a certain Professor. A sheepish look fell on Peter’s face when he realised his mistake.
“You should know not to be too casual with your professors.” Charles raised an eyebrow.
Of course, you didn’t take it too seriously, he was a kid that meant no real harm so you didn’t really feel any real anger towards the young speedster, maybe even none at all. But he’s been bothering you too many times lately that it was starting to get on your nerves. So, you put on your Strict Professor Face and stared him down, determined to make him break a sweat at the very least. It probably wouldn’t put a cork in Peter’s attitude, but maybe you’d earn yourself a few weeks off from his incessant clowning.
Erik suppressed the grin that was starting to tug at his cheeks, he knew what you were doing, so he wordlessly took the stack of plates from your grip and continued your task for you. He caught Charles’ eye and they shared a knowing look for a brief moment.
Peter was in trroubleeeee.
“You do know how I feel about those jokes, Maximoff.”
“Funny, right?” He tried to play innocent, nervously smiling at you.
“I’ve told you so many times before that, no, I do not find them funny. We do not share the same sense of humour. Charles is right, you shouldn’t be so casual with me. We may be friends in your mind, but I’m still your professor, and I deserve at least a minimal amount of respect.”
Whew, that made even me sweat. Charles’ voice cackled in your mind.
Peter Maximoff was rarely left speechless, so it was an eighth wonder of the world to have him staring at you with his eyes widened and mouth shut. He gulped, shocked at being scolded by his favourite — although he’d never admit it to anyone — lecturer.
It hurt you too much to leave him that way, though. You were his favourite for a reason…that reason being how gracious you were to his faults that seemed to be never-ending. Relenting, you cracked a smile and used your powers to jolt him out of his daze and confusion. The sound of your chortling hit him with the reality behind the situation.
“Just messing with you, kid. I think you broke your own record for the longest time of being speechless.”
He rolled his eyes and groaned in effort to mask his relief, not wanting to admit she actually did get him back for once. “Unbelievable.”
“Serves you right for always making fun of me. I’m not kidding when I say it’s annoying!”
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever makes you feel better, grandma.”
You stuck your tongue out at him, “At least I’m not the one with greying hair.”
Peter frowned and opened his mouth, about to fire back a retort but you stopped him by laughing and ruffling his grey strands, “C’mon kid, just eat your food and say goodnight. Careful though, don’t choke.”
Your feet carried you over to your original destination, the intent of loading the dishwasher now appearing at the forefront of tour mind, but it was halted immediately.
As if someone had pushed him forward, Peter sped over to the sink area before you could even turn around, mumbling something about doing the dishes. You glanced curiously at the smiling telepath who simply gave you a shrug in return.
You bid your farewells to everyone again, Peter’s quip of ‘g’night’ not escaping you either when you went to pat him on the back affectionately.
A patiently waiting Erik tugged at your hand, clasping it in his own as he led you out of the kitchen and up the stairs, swinging your hands in tandem with his.
“You think he’s gonna be okay?” You worriedly asked aloud, suddenly very concerned that Peter wasn’t aware you had been joking. The role you played in his life was somewhat maternal, and you didn’t want him to think you were actually being curt with him.
“Who? Peter?” Erik gave you a sideways glance, “That boy’s smarter than he seems, he knows what you were doing. Don’t worry so much, darling. With how fast he moves, I’m sure his mind has moved on to other things by now.”
You hummed in reply, pleased with his answer. “Sometimes I think you might be the resident telepath with how good you are at reading my mind.”
“That’s just called being married to each other, my dear.”
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“Y/N!” The sound of his sing-song voice was not what alerted you to Peter’s presence, nor was it the sound of his shoes squeaking before he rushed over with his powers, instead, it was the lack of formality. He never called you Professor or anything of the sort.
You never chided him for it, in fact, you’d be lying if you said you preferred the title as a prefix to your name. While many of your students were comfortable addressing you as such, anyone who felt more at ease with calling you by just your name was welcome to do so.
You had a first-year call you Mrs. Lehnsherr back then, when you and your husband were just newlyweds, but Erik was quick to remind them that if they wished to call you by your last name, it was to be Professor Lehnsherr instead, because, in his words, your accomplishments were not to be diminished and should be rightfully addressed.
It led to a whole debacle of mix-ups with two Prof. Lehnsherr’s roaming the hallways, which was a minor problem compared to the confusion of the paperwork.
The days of “Professor Lehnsherr?” “Yes?” “Sorry, not you Professor Lehnsherr, I meant you…Professor Lehnsherr,” had to come to an end, so you settled for whatever it is your students decided to call you…as long as it wasn’t demeaning.
However, no one called you Y/N, just Y/N, but the one and only Peter Maximoff himself.
The young man sped towards you, his hair swaying behind him from the strong gush of wind even as he came to a still in front of you.
“Pete!” You mocked the way he called you, using the same tone.
He gave you a playfully disgruntled look before quickly reaching into his backpack — which looked more like a knapsack, actually — to retrieve a cylindrical object and hand it to you nonchalantly. As soon you wrapped your fingers around it, he sped away again, a quick and impish ‘byeeee’ being the last thing within your earshot before the gush of wind took over your senses again.
It wasn’t until your day ended that you finally had the time to completely relax, stretching your legs and unbuckling your high-waisted, straight-legged pants. You wiggled your toes, sore from being in heels all day, as you relaxed into putty on yours and Erik’s shared bed.
Speaking of the devil — Erik came in not long after, tossing his shoes off and setting his things down on the bench next to your door before throwing himself on the bed next to you, also instantly letting himself relax.
He leaned closer to your side, laying his head on your chest and draping an arm over your stomach. Muscle memory kicked in as your fingers immediately found their way to run through his hair, a familiar habit between the two of you. He closed his eyes as the sweet, heavenly endorphins that came with the satisfaction of your touch washed over his body.
“How was your day?” He mumbled, too lazy to form his words properly.
“Pretty interesting. Finally convinced Logan to come to one of my classes next week. Students have been begging like crazy to meet him.” It was a history project, of which you and the Wolverine were both well-acquainted with, given your ages. “I’m getting the feeling that they think he’s a cooler teacher than I am.”
That made your husband laugh, the sound reverberating as you continued to cradle his head on your chest. “All of the students think Logan is cooler than any of us.”
“It’s not fair, isn’t it?”
“He’s like a mystery, that’s why. Never around long enough to be the one who yells at them for almost burning the school down.” He was talking, but his lips were barely moving and his eyelids were fluttering shut. You smiled softly, trying your best to keep your movements minimal as you continued your ritual to help him sleep.
“Like a cool uncle, then.”
“Yes.” A beat passed, then he spoke again when he remembered what he meant to tell you earlier. “Peter was in my class today.”
“Yeah?” You were slowly falling asleep as well, eyes half lidded and muscles starting to feel limp.
“He spent the whole of it with his head down, though.”
The very image of that made your eyes shoot open, all hints of sleep gone. “Why? What happened?”
It was unlike Peter to be uneventful — he was always doing something , be it throwing spitballs or participating in a one-sided blinking contest with whoever’s teaching in front.
“Nothing.” Erik mumbled groggily. “He was just…working on…something.”
Your skin itched and your eyebrows strained, discomfort firing up every synapse as you went through all the possible reasons. Then, your last interaction dawned on you.
“Honey, I know you’re almost asleep, so can you please hand me my bag on the bench?”
Without saying a word, he raised the arm resting on your body and used his powers to float it towards you, the metal handles clanking together when he dropped it carefully in your grip.
You didn’t have to move your sleeping husband to grab the cylinder you were thinking about, but you did almost startle him when his snores made you lose your grip on the bag.
He didn’t notice, too busy dozing off to even pay attention to what you were currently doing. You quietly unwrapped the roll of paper, barely caring about the sound of it crinkling — you knew your husband could sleep through anything when he was in your arms — since Erik’s snores were louder anyway.
The contents were confusing at first, you had to read it twice to understand that it was a voucher of some sort. With your arm still around Erik’s head, you used what restricted movement you had with your one free arm and just your hand to flip the paper over.
“What is this, Peter?” You mumbled to yourself, reaching for your glasses on the nightstand. Your vision weakened even in your abnormal age, and being far sighted was something you dealt with long before the triple digits hit you.
As if on cue, the answer to your rhetorical question was answered by the scrawling on the back which you recognised as Peter’s boyish handwriting.
‘Sorry for calling you old all the time. You know I’m just kidding. Thank you for always being so cool with me. Hope you like the vouchers for free ice cream. One’s for Erik too. - P.M’
Next to his initials was a doodle of a face with sunglasses on, a two-toothed grin to go with it. It was hard to wipe the pleasant smile off your face, so you kept it on, succumbing to the bubbly feeling. Peter was like a little brother that you couldn’t hate no matter how much you wanted to — you’d even go so far to say he was the son you never had.
You flipped it again, only noticing the name of the store being dairy goods related as you read through it for the third time. It still left you confused, since there was no sign of anything being free printed on it.
That’s when your eyes landed on the italicised font at the very bottom, bold red asterisks between the phrase.
* SENIOR CITIZENS GET 1 FREE CONE . *
Quickly, you turned it around to look at what you thought was an innocent letter written by one seemingly apologetic speedster. You didn’t miss the joke this time, written in very, very emboldened ink, so roughly scratched on the surface you wondered how you missed it in the first place. The smile you had on dimpled into a disbelieving simper.
P.S. HOPE YOU ARE WEARING YOUR GRANDMA GLASSES :D
#peter maximoff#peter maximoff x reader#evan peters#x-men quicksilver#erik lehnsherr#erik lehnsherr x reader#x-men imagines#michael fassbender#gotta love dadneto#husbandneto and his greying child#motherly!reader#mother son relationship#sisterly if you want#magneto x reader#magneto
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I love this AU a little too much
Cinnamon Scent AU by @ayloverlove now owned by @noridoorman
#Some sisterly bulling#I love them😭#kk’s art#md#md au#cinnamon scent#md uzi#md n#md v#md j#murder drones#serial designation n#uzi x n#n x uzi#nuzi
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Happy birthday Blue from Pokéspe one OF THE PRETTIEST CHARACTERS IN FICTIONAL MEDIA EVER OH MY GAHHHHH 💗💗
#skye’s-endless-imaganitories.txt#my art#pokemon special#pokemon adventures#pokemon#pkmn#pokemon fanart#blue pokespe#trainer blue#dexholder blue#green pokespe#trainer green#dexholder green#<—- adding those cause godforbid the english translation 😞#Leaf pokemon#trainer leaf#silver pokespe#rival silver#HAPPY BIRTHDAY BAYB GRAAAAHHHHHHHH#i love her so sumch she is just so pretty and sparkly#they really hit the nail on the head with the big-sisterly traits cause omg. I would let her adopt me smh#……… I know that i may or may not end up dead in her care but STILL!!#I typically despise doing lineart but… i think i did well on this one guys#Also. HAPPY PRIDE MONTH LOVELIES GRAHHHHHHHHH#SHOUT OUT TO ALL YALL GAYLADS AND GAYGIRLS AND GAYSPECIEMEN I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOUUUU#neh heh heh happy pride to myself too (i am a bisexual lass)#anyways BYEEEEE HAPPY. BIRTHDAY BLUE FROM POKESPEEEEEE ‼️‼️‼️
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This is some wholesome sisterly love right here. ^_^<3<3<3
#helluva boss#millie#helluva boss millie#millie helluva boss#helluva millie#sallie may#sallie may helluva boss#helluva sallie may#helluva boss sallie may#vivziepop#<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3#hell's belles#spoilers#helluva boss spoilers#^_^#so sweet#screenshots#sisterly love
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a list of people (and non-people) who know Imogen and Laudna are dating as of episode 72 (two months after the kiss)
Chetney
Paté de Rolo, Laudna's dead rat familiar
Ulli, a skysailing instructor from Zephrah
Deanna, because she has absolutely scryed on them and put two and two together
F.R.I.D.A., because Deanna was very excited and told them
Zhudanna, because she thought they were a couple this whole time
Bruda, a cursed pirate skeleton lady with a gambling problem
#any day now the rest of bell's hells will find out#any day!#prism is not on the list because she probably also scryed on them but just thought#'hmm this doesn't look very sisterly to me. marquet's family relationships sure look different than where i'm from! interesting!'#the skeleton lady is the first person imogen told too#which is just peak imogen#10/10 no notes#bells hells#c3e72#cr spoilers#critical role spoilers#imodna#southern gothic#cr campaign 3#cr laudna#cr imogen#imogen temult#i know in game not much time has passed but it's still funny to me
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SEPARATION CAN BE A TERRIFYING THING.
sabédala + dead ringers
queen’s peril by ek johnston / cronenberg on cronenberg by david cronenberg and chris rodley / the phantom menace (1999) dir. george lucas / dead ringers (1988) dir. david cronenberg / queen’s shadow by ek johnston / dead ringers screenplay by norman snider and david cronenberg / queen’s hope by ek johnston
#possibly one of the more insane things i’ve put out into the world#do you get it tho#it's about their closeness crossing lines in a way that feels wrong. it's about the identity erosion and codependency#it is NOT me saying their dynamic is sisterly/familial in the traditional sense#it’s not. not in a way that cancels out romantic desire at least#this is too weird and niche for anyone to care at all#web weaving#sabé#tsabin#padmé amidala#padme amidala#sabedala#sabédala#star wars#star wars prequels#the phantom menace#dead ringers#david cronenberg#webweaving#web weave#if u saw this earlier no u didn’t
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