#pepper dies

[penciltopapertopepper]

Let me introduce you the survivor of Tartarus Club stickers! Dedicated to our amazing heroes who went thru the deepest part of hell to save us! They'll be available next week for the first time at Japan Expo on @girigirizine's booth then later on my online shop!

[sparklyeyedhimbo]

THE YOINKENING

[danicloth]

HEADCANON DESIGNS 💕

Well, here are two headcanon designs of the gang jaja ​​💛 I know there are already tons of fan versions but I wanted to make my own, plus I really enjoyed making them…

I still have other designs that I want to show you but those are for later.

[scottxlogan]

@giftober 2024 | Day #6: "Brands".

[gorgo4ne]

Said i wasnt going to drink but i just thought about Daisuke and Swansea

[emry-stars-art]

↖️ Andrew needs some way to make the spurned and eavesdropping nearby noble even more angry, and if he can do it by being sweet with his guard/consort? What a shame 👀

So Abram returns the favor in a slightly different manner ↘️

Find the royal au masterpost here 💕

[answithvanzz]

happy hotel oj party! I am NOT ready for the finale

Why does my art look so dead 😭

I’m gonna post less bcuz of school

[consistencydotcom]

Why this guy so mad lmaoo

[jennilah]

im at whatever level of derangement needed to breath heavily and clutch my chest at seeing promo pics ive never encountered before

anyway while im here, does anyone have an actual high res version of this one?

its my favorite and i want it as my phone lock screen but its so small and grainy i am gonna weep

[th3sungod]

i simply think sk8ter boi by avril lavigne is so parkner core.

like peter who's just a normal guy under the mask, and his little crush on the rlly cute scientist and head of R&D at Stark Industries, who's always on TV for one groundbreaking discovery after another. even though Stark introduced them years ago, peter never told harley about his feelings ( despite all of his friends telling him harley obviously had feelings for him too ) and he thinks it's too late.

now peter doesn't intern with SI anymore, and harley is very publicly excelling in the position they used to share under tony stark himself.

and that's when he meets a very familiar face when at the avengers compound, walking alongside tony and being introduced as the newest avenger. it's like a cosmically fated chance, and he has another chance. ( que peter stumbling over every gesture he tries to get harley to go out with him, while harley is none the wiser cause he thought peter never liked him like that and he really doesn't wanna over step with his old crush coming back ) and it's simply chaos.

[peppermint-whiskers]

So like, new chapter c:

I hurt @emositecc with this one so the angst truly starts here. Good luuuuuuuuck!

[penciltopapertopepper]

And here comes my seconds booster of Mythomagic cards : House of Hades ! A stong team composed of Nico, Will, Hazel, Jason and Reyna! Ready to fight the force of the underworld and their companion? This booster as well as the other one I made, will be available first next week at Japan Expo on @girigirizine booth (s680) then on my kofi shop (link in bio) Hope you'll have fun getting them (I may have put some rare shiny ones in some boosters :3)

[casualavocados]

@grapejuicegay pointed out to me that chen yi, who hates sweets, always celebrated his and ai di's birthday with cake bc ai di would get them cake. even after chen yi broke their tradition for 4 years he still brought a cake to prison the next time for ai di. who. ftr would not have been able to eat it because of. you know the whole prison thing. & glass separating them.

also just the implications behind chen yi, who also hates spicy food, running a garage called "cayenne auto shop"? that's all chen yi's. ai di runs the bar not the shop. so now i cant stop thinking about that. insane behavior. especially for a 17 year old being handed over the controls to a division of a gang. chen yi loves ai di so much hes so cute im gonna-

[calabria-mediterranea]

Calabria, the toe of southern Italy is one of the country’s least-known regions and probably the most underrated one.

Calabria is best known for its beautiful sandy beaches along the Tyrrhenian and the Ionian Sea, and its dramatic cliffs, coves, and rock formations: 800 km of coastline, stunning turquoise waters and green hills adorned with olive, orange, and lemon trees.

The heart of the region offers a pure and unspoiled scenery, comprised of thick forests, dotted with canyons, streams, and waterfalls and three national parks: Aspromonte, Pollino (UNESCO heritage site), and Sila.

The warm weather, the wild and mysterious nature, the strong and genuine flavors of local food and the vestiges of its ancient origins, when it was a colony of Greece, make Calabria an ideal destination all year around, without the long-haul flights of more exotic destinations.

Art lovers cannot miss the famous Riace bronzes, that were found in the Ionian Sea near Riace in 1972 and exhibited in the National Museum of Reggio Calabria. These beautiful statues, probably two warrior heroes larger than life-size, are a fine example of classical Greek sculpture.

Reggio's ancient history predates the Greeks, who settled this strategic location at the exact center of the Mediterranean in the 8th century BC. They called their colony Rhegion, which was subsequently Latinized by the Romans and transformed through the ages under the area’s various rulers.

In Reggio Calabria, the lungomare or waterfront is a great place for a stroll, either down at beach level or along the upper promenade, which flanks what is commonly referred to as Via Marina, a pair of north-south coastal roads laid out in boulevard style. The approximate two-kilometer strip of land between serves as a lovely city park the length of the downtown area.

Stately mansions face this public garden and the strait beyond.

The seafront elegant, panoramic promenade lined with palm trees, with its views across the Messina Strait, which divides the Italian peninsula from the island of Sicily, to Mt Etna is one of the most atmospheric places for a walk.

Capo Vaticano is considered one of the 100 most beautiful beaches in the world: a long beach of fine sand with crystal clear waters, surrounded by ancient trees.

Tropea, a puzzle of lanes and piazzas, is one of Calabria’s most attractive towns. It is set in a dramatic spot on a cliff where the houses seem to blend into the rock. Tropea is famed for the spectacular sunsets, between the cliff and the rocky promontory with the church of Santa Maria dell’Isola.

Stacked high up on a sea cliff, there is Pizzo with its unique Church of Piedigrotta, entirely carved out of tuff stone.

Chili pepper, ‘nduja and Tropea onions are the first ingredients that come to mind when talking about Calabrese cuisine.

Calabrians love chilli peppers and they add it in everything, from pasta to ice-cream! Every September, the “peperoncino” festival takes place in Diamante to celebrate its locally produced food.

‘Nduja is the Calabrian version of salami. A spicy, spreadable cold cut with chilli peppers (of course) and spices.

Tropea’s red onion is known for its mild, sweet flavour. In fact, these onions are so famous that cipolla di Tropea has become a Calabrian symbol.

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[marvel-lous-guy]

Peter: *gasp* Pepper! Why did you change your relationship status to single!? Did you and Mr Stark break up!? Why!? When!?

Tony: We didn't break up. We had an argument and Pepper decided to be all dramatic about it!

Pepper: I'm proving a point! You're so dramatic about everything all the time! How do you like it when other people are dramatic over a little thing?!

Tony: Well this is different! This is one argument between a couple! You know I hate it when couples have one argument then change their relationship status to single! That's like posting "orphan" after you have a fight with your parents!

Pepper: You used to do that Tony!

Tony: Okay, in my defense, that was funny

Pepper: you scared all of America several times! You told the world your dad was dead! They believed you, he had to do a press conference every time you did it!

Peter: Man, this makes me wish I wasn't an orphan so I could do this!

Tony: This? Not the fact that your parents are dead and you can barely remember them?

Peter: Well, that too I guess

[finemealcreates]

Time to Go

Dark cloth brushed against the rumble that litters the ground, the hooded figure taking careful steps as he makes his way towards the group. 

All around there are several strangely dressed people, different amounts of injured and grimey. Tears are in their eyes as they all look at the man Danny is here for. 

“Tony, look at me,” a blond woman manages out, tears in her voice and eyes. Her hand cradles his face, as she manages a warbly smile. “We���re gonna be okay,” she assures, the man managing a slight smile as their eyes meet. “You can rest now.”

Evidently that was all the man needed. Permission to stop hanging on. So he doesn’t.

Danny pays no mind to the mourning souls that surround the man, crying and getting on their knees in respect of him. 

Instead, he focuses on the newly deceased soul that is standing above his own body, watching it all. 

He stands next to him, letting the man take a moment to process what just happened. 

“I … died,” the man says. 

“You did,” Danny replies, even though he’s certain the other man did not need his response.

“And you’re … who? The grim reaper?” the man asks, turning to look at Danny skeptically. 

Danny doesn’t fault him for that, after all he is dressed in a robed cloak and has a scythe in hand. 

Still, he laughs kindly in response. 

“No, no I do not hold that title personally,” Danny answers, amusement coloring his voice. 

“Then, why …” the man trails off, the question hanging in the air. 

“Your soul will cross to your after life with or without my interference,��� Danny replies. “I am here because I know what it is like to die as a hero, and have no one there on the other side for you.”

The man doesn’t say anything, watching as the woman who spoke to him earlier begins to sob openly. Her ability to not be overcome by her grief is gone as she clings to the man’s corpse. The sounds that she makes is all too similar to Danny’s wail, and although she is not a ghost the effect is no less impactful. 

Everyone around her goes to her, holding her as she sobs, weeping, saying she wished he didn’t have to go. The heroes around the woman cry with her. 

Being surrounded by grief and death so often, Danny is not as moved by the scene as he would have been. This is normal. It’s part of the living’s grieving process. They’ll mourn, they’ll be in a state for as long as they need. 

Most will come out of it, keep going, determined to keep their legacy going. Some will never move on, will never recover. In the end it will not change anything. The person never comes back … well, they usually don't come back. Danny doubts that this man will be the exception.

Yet, this man is not used to being around such a scene, and he begins to cry as well, falling to his knees as he reaches a hand out to the woman. Danny can tell he wants to soothe her, stop her tears. Take the pain away. 

He can’t. He can’t take the pain away. And he won’t see her until her time is up too. 

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he cries as his hand goes through her shoulder, tears falling down his translucent face. “I had to do it. To protect what we had. I hope you know that. I hope Morgan knows that.”

Danny stands there, waiting for the man to mourn and grieve the life he had. To mourn the life he wouldn’t get to live. 

The man sits there for a while, crying with his partner. He only stops when the heroes help the woman to her feet, leading her away. They’ve already closed the corpse's eyes, but they wait for the woman to be a ways away before a couple of them pick him up. 

“We’ll make sure everyone knows the hero you were, Tony,” the man in red and blue says, a broken shield on his back. “And I’m sorry. I was wrong. You were the type to make the sacrifice play.”

The soul smiles softly at the man, tears in his eyes. 

“We were both wrong about each other, Rogers. Don’t beat yourself up about it.” 

Then they’re gone. They take the soul’s body with them, departing the scene.

Grief hangs heavy in the air, heavy on Danny’s tongue. He allows himself to feel a little sad for all this man has lost. It is always a tragedy when a life goes, even if it’s inevitable. If life and death will always be inevitable. 

Yet, he still extends a hand out to the man in front of him. 

“It’s time to go.” 

The man turns towards Danny, sadness in every part of himself. 

“What if I don’t go? What if I stay here?” the man questions, turning back to look out where his loved ones left. 

“Then you’d become a ghost,” Danny answers honestly, hand still outstretched. “You’d watch your loved ones grow, love, lose, eventually die.” 

“Well that doesn’t sound so bad,” the man states, body tensing slightly as he meets Danny’s eyes. Like he knows there’s a but coming. 

“If you become a ghost, you cannot follow them into the final resting place,” Danny informs him. “You’ll lose bits and pieces of yourself as you are stuck in the in-between. You’ll form an obsession. It will drive every decision you make. You may even end up becoming someone you no longer recognize.” 

The man lets out a deep breath, chest heaving slightly. 

“Are you a ghost?” 

Danny nods. “I am.” 

“So, what happened to you? What’s your obsession?” the man questions, eyes racking over Danny’s form. 

Danny resists the urge to lash out at the lack of tact. Asking a ghost such things is taboo, but the newer souls don’t know. They don’t understand. So he’ll forgive him, this time. 

“I died due to an electric failure. I came back … incomplete,” Danny answers honestly. “My obsession is to help others. Protect them, aid them on their journey, whatever those who are in need of me require me to do to aid them.” 

“And are you someone you no longer recognize?” the man asks, eyes darting over Danny’s shadowed face. 

“I am no longer the person I was. I am no one I thought I would be. But I am content. This is my after-life. I do not regret who I have become,” Danny replies. 

“That’s not really an answer to my question,” the man points out. 

“It’s the only answer I have for you,” Danny says.

Then, he pushes his hand out further, silently asking the other man to take it. 

“Will it hurt?” the man asks, hand hovering over Danny’s outstretched one. 

“I do not know. I have never been.” 

The man chuckles wetly at that, but grabs Danny’s hand. 

“Thank you,” the man whispers kindly to Danny. 

Everything goes white for a moment. Then the man is gone, and Danny is alone yet again.