#pigeon fright

[brownlupine]

A Horus falcon repainted from a pigeon fright.

A mixture between Horus’ falcon forms from Ennead and ancient Egypt.

[horriblehistorieslandfill]

sighhh,,

ORIGINAL:

[berryshipbasket]

Another meme redraw of these two

[bwabbitv3s]

A few weeks before finals instead of the normal dismissive response to the Monday Joker in the supermarket she preemptively responds. Jazz sucker punches Joker, lifts him by his throat, slams his back into a wall of shelves. Soup cans clatter to the ground.

“I am taking a double major and you will not bother me for the next three weeks.” Jazz hisses out.

Gives him a little shake to emphasize how she is holding him one handed off the ground. Leans in close to his face.

“Do so or I will stop playing nice,” she speaks

Joker just lets out a choked laughs, “Ohh are you finally going to play?” He cackles.

Things turn dead quite in the supermarket aisle. Just the buzzing of the freezers and quite clattering of a couple soup cans rolling can be heard.

“This little game goes on hold until my finals are over or you go into time out.” Jazz responds.

Jazz just wanted to finish her shopping and make the trip back home. But no. Some fruitloop decided to pull out a weapon and yelling at everyone to get on the floor and give him all their valuables.

Please.

It didn't even take Jazz give second getting the guy kicked out of the store without issue. Stupid idiot. If he's going to pretend being a clown, at least be funny and well... intimidating.

"... you just became the Jokers target..."

"She won't survive the night."

"Poor thing."

Jazz didn't bother with the comments and just went back to her car.

[tarudce22]

the great thing about working in the same place as my twin, also in basically sister departments is we share the same manager. So even though I was off today I got to hear some lovely bullshit said manager is about to step in cause she damned herself no matter what

never give us absolutes and never threaten to writing us up to have us to do useless shit

most of fresh is about to make that managers life hell as she realizes she fucked up threatening to write up a whole department over NOTHING

its gonna be so fun to watch her shit explode in her face

[xjulixred45x]

Can i request headcanons of thor and nikola from record of ragnarok? With a partner that is like fluttershy, super sweet and shy and that is adored by the animals, with thor the reader is a godess and with nikola is a human he meet in valhalla(maybe reader is a biologist or nurse that help him after an failed experiment), i just love cinnamon roll characters

YEEEEEEES

(i kinda already make a Nurse reader, so this time is a full scientist)

Nikola Tesla/Thor x Fluttershy! Reader

Genre: Headcanons

Reader: female

Warnings: not really, some spoilers. Fluff.

Nikola Tesla

• Being part of the Science Crew had many advantages! Among them, the reader had unlimited access to useful materials for their research related to animals. You could say that they made a reputation for themselves because of that, being very dedicated to their work.

• Although the truth is, Reader was someone who was very reserved, shy, and feared social interactions with their other scientists, which made it difficult for this perception of them to change.

• But it was okay, reader they just needed their animals, their research and they would be fine on their own.

• Probably the reason Nikola and reader met, even though they were both super asocial, was because one of reader's animals escaped and SOMEHOW ended up in Tesla's lab, which is a whole story on its own. .

• Imagine being Tesla and out of nowhere, a RABBIT falls through one of the ventilation ducts.

• Fortunately, the rabbit's fall was cushioned by Tesla's head!

• The first thing Tesla saw when everything stopped spinning was an extremely embarrassed reader, apologizing repeatedly while grabbing their rabbit.

• they definitely left an interesting first impression, but somehow they ended up becoming friends after that! (Nikola enjoys telling how they met, not because it bothers him or wants to embarrass the reader, but because he genuinely thinks it's funny.)

• I think one of the biggest points of interest between the reader and Tesla is the care of pigeons, you can't convince me otherwise. Reader get into the habit of info-dumping on pigeons while they cure them or looking fondly at Tesla's mechanical pigeons.

• As expected, it is Tesla who does much of the talking between the two, but the reader makes sure to show that they is listening, whether by giving small contributions to the conversation, asking questions, not falling asleep, etc.

• Tesla has tried (and failed) to help with stage fright and reader shyness, after all you don't have to be ashamed of showing off your discoveries! However, the vast majority of times this ends with the reader fainting from embarrassment at having stuttered too much or hiding behind the biggest person in the room.

• since they he already learned His esson and don't force them out of the box if they don't feel ready, even if he had to learn it the hard way. He dosen't want to make them uncomfortable.

• Despite everything, Tesla really loves the reader personality! Outside of having trouble expressing what they've discovered, he finds their empathy and kindness very comforting.

• Nikola is also willing to help the reader set limits if they are having problems, whether it be saying no, making excuses, correcting someone, etc. (basically like that “SHE ASKED FOR NO PICKLES” meme)

• Tesla is very confident in their skills regarding the tamming of the animals, although he sometimes worries about dealing with such…large…and rabid creatures.

• But honestly it doesn't worry him more than it fascinates him, it's as if the reader can automatically calm the animals with just their presence. And yes, they have tried it (with additional protection, obviously).

• It gives Tesla a certain tenderness to see how the reader treats animals (even the most dangerous ones) as beautiful creatures, which they are in different ways, after all each animal is beautiful in its own way!

• I have the feeling that even when the reader and Nikola are already a couple, their animals don't really end up liking Tesla, at least at first. The only exception is birds. Tesla has to put on a bulletproof vest if he wants to get too close to animals with sharp parts now.

• There are times when you do experiments together! Even if their areas are completely opposite, it helps Tesla a lot to have 1- extra hands to work with and 2- it gives him a boost of energy to see the reader when he is tired and has no ideas.

• Nikola also really enjoys how reader takes care of him and makes sure he's okay, hell, this even encourages Tesla to take better care of himself because it leaves them very happy. How could he resist that?

• Did you see that when Fluthershy is very determined/angry she starts “cursing”? It was definitely a surprise the first time it happened, although honestly Tesla is not against it if they uses it against Edison. He'llbe laughing His ass off.

• A lot, really a lot, of cute aggression, there are moments where Tesla is distracted from work, he goes to the reader, and proceeds to squeeze their cheeks, give them kisses, lift them bridal style and squeeze them, etc. It doesn't help that the reader at this point is very used to it and simply goes with the tide.

• Bedtime is definitely fun…imagine going to sleep cuddling your partner and waking up to several sleeping animals next to, under, and at the foot of the bed (they probably need a metal stand thanks to this).

• Basically a talker with a partner who listens to absolutely everything. A match made in Valhalla.

Thor

• There is a great variety of gods in the Norse pantheon, the vast majority more inclined to battle or with some aspect of nature.

• That was the category the reader fell into, a peaceful animal deity. Their existence revolved around their protection and care.

• Unlike most gods in the pantheon, Reader was not particularly violent, on the contrary, one of their most notable features was their docile, kind and timid nature.

• Although that made them quite beloved among humans, it also made them isolated from the rest of the gods of Valhalla. They just couldn't deal with their constant senseless violence, whether towards humans, themselves, animals...

• they just didn't understand them and had no interest in doing so.

• Of course, until a god began to wander through their lands.

• Now, to be fair, the fields did not belong to the reader as is, however, it was strange that a god was around those parts. Especially when upon closer inspection they realized who it was. Thor.

• He was pretty easy to recognize, if not for his long red hair, then for that massive hammer.

• The reader's first instinct was to try to ignore him as much as possible, after all, he may only be there in passing, he will be gone soon.

• What the reader did not expect was that the same god would spend several days coming and going to that same area, which made them nervous. Not only to them, but also to their animals.

• Should they try to talk to him? Will he even know they live here? He's scaring the creatures... maybe it's just a misunderstanding... but what if he gets angry or takes it the wrong way?

• Reader decided to arm himself with the little courage they had and go calmly confront the god of thunder. Of course, shaking like jelly the closer they got.

• Thor knew that there was a hermit deity who lived in the mountains he visited (mainly when he got fed up with both Loki and his father), but he definitely didn't expect said deity to be a nervous wreck surrounded by wild animals, ready to attack at the slightest gesture of violence.

• Fortunately, Thor turned out to be much less intimidating to the reader after the first few interactions. Thor was more careful with the reader's animals, either to not make them uncomfortable or to not anger the animals. Which was quite appreciated.

• In less time than the reader expected, instead of Thor going to the hills where they used to see him in the distance, he now came directly to their cabin in the woods, simply watching them work.

• Sometimes he helped them with certain heavy jobs, such as carrying food or when he had to cut wood (in that case simply felling a tree).

• Due to Thor's reserved attitude, the reader was the one who did much of the conversation, which, although complicated by his shyness, could also be understood in other ways.

• If we talk about the relationship itself, it is basically Sun Partner and Moon Husband.

• Although Reader is the one who has the most trouble socializing,they is also the one who sees things most optimistically, so Thor takes it upon himself to be intimidating and terrifying for both of them.

• By that same logic, Thor really has no interest in improving the reader's social skills, precisely because neither of them really like people, just in different ways. Like:

• Reader: oh no! People! :(

• Thor: ew, people.

• Despite being violent, Thor is actually okay with the reader's animals. It has a preference for smaller ones like rabbits or cats. Or in other situations, the big ones with whom he can be rougher (bears, wild boars, goats).

• Thanks to this reader's animals simply pile up around him and Thor simply accepts his fate as an animal bed and doesn't move a muscle until reader returns.

• Reader and Thor make a commitment to skip meetings with the other gods and stay home, cuddling, with their animals. That's more important.

• Thor is more into expressing affection through acts of service and physical affection, so aside from the above, he's probably gotten used to carrying heavy reader things when they go out, dealing with Loki for them, etc.

• They are a couple that balances each other in their own ways.

Shares, reblogs and comments are very welcome!

[thenweatefivesoups]

I would like to take a moment to talk about a Dog Man character.

This character is super popular. Some people hate this character with a passion. Some people think this character is adorable. Not many people think this character is very deep.

But I do, and I'd like to talk about him for a second.

Think you have a guess?

It's Li'l Petey.

You may not agree with me. After all, he's the kid-appeal character who loves poop jokes and diarrhea punchlines just for the fun of it. "He can't possibly be that deep!", you say.

But consider how he came into existence: cloned from the (so-called) world's most evilest cat, created to do nothing but heinous acts, and when he didn't fulfill that purpose and instead acted like himself, he was abandoned.

Not even a day old, and not only did he get abandoned by his only caretaker, he eventually found the strength somewhere to forgive him. And not only that, but claim that this caretaker is, quote "easy to love".

It takes a ton of compassion, a truckload of love, to forgive something as traumatic as that. And later, in Grime and Punishment, Li'l Petey encourages Petey to do the same to his father. Make no mistake, this is not because Grampa deserves it; rather, it's because resentment, as Carrie Fisher once put it, "is like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die."

While Li'l Petey forgives those who did wrong to him, he does not redeem everyone. Sure, he reformed Flippy, Molly, and Petey, and attempted to do it to Piggy, but my main point is that he stopped trying to reform Grampa. He talks to him in For Whom the Ball Rolls about love being an action in addition to a feeling:

And then he visits Cat Jail in Fetch-22, thinking Grampa's changed. After all, if the most cold-hearted villains (Petey, Flippy) had good hearts deep down, couldn't his Grampa have one too?

But after the eighth book, other than a brief "good night" in Grime and Punishment, Li'l Petey completely stops interacting with Grampa. He doesn't even say a word to him in Big Jim Begins, despite the fact that they crossed paths multiple times. Why is that?

Because when they went to Cat Jail, he was tricked, knocked out, and the next thing he knew, he was waking up in a recycling bin.

You've gotta wonder if this gave him flashbacks. To when his life was hard, and filled with fright, after he suddenly became an unloved orphan. At the very least, this would have spooked him, especially since he ran home (this kid's a pigeon I'm telling you) and saw Grampa disguised as Petey, but no sign of his Papa.

The last thing I want to talk about is character development. Yes, even if it isn't as obvious as Petey or Chief, he did have some growth beyond what was mentioned earlier. Certainly more than Dog Man did (ha).

Initially, Li'l Petey constantly keeps his head in the clouds; Petey points this out in For Whom The Ball Rolls. He's a driving force of optimism and compassion, which sets him apart from other goofy kid characters, especially Molly. (I should right an essay about that too)

But Li'l Petey is kind to a fault. He invites his grandfather to his house to make his Papa feel better, and their house is trashed and eventually robbed. He convinces his Papa to visit him, thinking he can change just like those he reformed did, and they both got drugged. He leaves the house to save the world, and his Grampa leaves to end it. Ultimately, the end of Fetch-22 is when Li'l Petey finally stopped trying to redeem Grampa, instead opting to forgive him and move on.

In Grime and Punishment, Petey asks if he only fights when he's face-to-face with pure evil. Initially, Li'l Petey doesn't respond. But guess what happened three books later?

He did encounter pure evil. And obliterated it.

Contrary to popular belief, he's not always a pacifist; he's learned when to fight and when to use love over the course of the story. That kind of growth is very subtle and very underrated.

And that concludes my analysis on a Dog Man character who many find "annoying" and "pointless". And as this supposedly annoying, pointless character always says:

[howi99]

Glynda: So... the letter you sent never specified the purpose of this meeting.

Jacques: Consider this a business transaction. I have two pieces of information that i wish to trade with you.

Glynda: And what would those be?

Jacques: The true identity of the White Fang.

Glynda: Who?

Jacques: The organization that assailed your compound.

Glynda: Oh yeah, there was some debate over that.

Jacques: And the whereabouts of said White Fang.

Glynda: And what could you possibly want in exchange?

Jacques: Oh nothing major, just two apologies from you and your subordinate known as the "MAGIKFUCKR". Also known as Ozpin.

Glynda: ... So you want an apology from me.

Jacques: I figured but didn't want to assume.

Glynda: And by chance, what would i have to apologize to the Schnee dust company for?

Jacques: Well, originally i'd ask you to apologize for being a scum-sucking, stealing, ignorant pig sow! *Compose himself* But in this case, the sin of your pet immortal are a greater concern.

Glynda: *pissed* What did he do THIS time?

Maxwell: Over the last couple of years, he has sent no less than 400 death threats to me. By carrier pigeon no less. They just... Fly right into my manors. The latest one read as such *clear throat*

Dear chief replacement,

I wanted to send you this friendly little letter to inform you of your eminent demise. If you're curious about the frequency of which I've sent these letters, is to merely instill as much fear as I can. As if basting a turkey. Which I will then proceed to have sex with.

That's right.

I'm going to FUCK the fear turkey.

Follow me @TheMagikFucker

Jacques: *finishing reading* Sincerely, Ozpin.

Glynda: ... I can't but ponder the frightful headway we'd make if he put that sort of energy into being headmaster.

Jacques: Soo... That apology~

Glynda: *sigh* I'm sor-

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[some-rotten-nest]

Random DC/DP headcannons bc I can't sleep

Expect many typos

Danny hates storms, especially thunderstorms bc of the lighting cracking in the sky

Danny wears a power cuff like a bracelet that dampens his more violent powers bc he's scared of them (wail, large-scale ice like with undergrowth etc)

In one of his magazines, instead of bullets Jason keeps solid ectoplasm just in case, and so it's not conspicous

In his Phantom form Danny has a streak of black hair where his white usually is

Jason is fright knight (unless it's a Jason-Danny biologically related fic. Ghost Zone law says no one you share blood with (clones included) can become fright knight (but they can join the court and have other ranks))

Danny made a contingency plan against himself and with the help of a sibling (Cass most likely, though she did seem a bit sad) got it on the bat-computer. Password protected so Danny can't get into it. Bruce doesn't know and won't know until/if Danny goes bad. Bruce made a separate one for him.

Tim gets low and non-harmfil doses of ectoplasm in his coffee bc it is like a shit ton of caffeine for a living person. (Yes, some Amity Park drinks have ectoplasm in them too)

Danny asks Bruce, Tim and Lucius for help with Ghost King Shit TM

Duke has to squint when looking directly at ectoplasm (Danny's trying to find some solution but there isn't one)

Jason has a shadow core

Damian got extinct animals from Danny as a birthday gift multiple times (a dodo bird named Delilah, a messenger pigeon names Luke and a splendid posion frog named Ares)

To piss Bruce off, Jason got a pterodactyl he's named Flynn that he takes on patrol. Safe to safe, people get a hella more scared of Red Hood. Bruce hates it but Jason does actually love Flynn and Bruce can't bring himself to take Flynn awya

Danny made a patrol playlist for every member of the bat family and beyond bc he has one for when he goes out as Phantom (they all listen to their playlists and love them)

Before Danny was fully pulled into the family, he'd flinch at Dick's escrima sticks and still catches himself staring the weapon, his heart pounding

Danny found out Captain Marvel was a kid bc while on a mission with him, Captain Marvel pointed out that there was a pirate ship hovering above them and that Danny should probably deal with that. He'd, and any other Amity Parker that overhead, never laughed so badly in his entire life. Billy was never so scared & confused.

Bart and Danny are friends bc Dan had leveled most of the future before the Beatles took over what was left (I'm actually not that sure about Bart's backstory so feel free to correct me if something's wrong here)

Cass and Danny have staring contests alot. Sometimes the others think they've fallen asleep with their eyes open. They didn't.

Danny had a Twitter account for Phantom without Bruce knowing, but when Steph was trying to convince Bruce to let her have one she mentioned it and Danny had to delete it (he has an alt he now posts every embarrassing thing Batman does and has ever done)

Puns. So many puns between Dick & Danny.

Danny mumbles in his sleep

Crows flock to Danny like hungry tigers. Damian's envious but he gets to pet & feed them so it's mostly okay.

GW likes Jason and let's him borrow books whenever he wants to (also any destroyed book ends up with GW but that's a pretty common hc) but Jason has to swear not to give them to Danny. Not that Danny wants them.

Duke is helping Tucker out with studies and Tucker Duke with tech. Technus sometimes shows up too to help.

Johnny and Jason are dEAD bffs

Sam and Babs get on like a house on fire

Talia met Danny and they're actually friendly to each other. Sure, she's trying to trick Danny into giving her his throne, but Danny knew that and wasn't about to let that happen

Danny will randomly punch his siblings, smirk, then bow and say "my leige" and run away. The sibling now has the crown and is chasing to punch Danny back because honestly fuck that

Constantine is slightly terrified of Danny and Bruce uses it like a threat-- "John, if you don't answer, Danny will contact you." It works like a charm

When too excited, Danny and Jason will start talking in Ghost speech. It freaks everyone else but Damian and Cass out bc the same sounds came from the pits

Take, edit, have fun with whatever you want here. It's just bs that crawls around my brain for funsies and won't let me sleep.

[drinkpisser]

MY HESITANT ALIEN FIC, "HOW IT CAME TO BE" CHAPTER 2 ANDDD 3 IS FINALLY READY TO SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY!

thank you for waiting guys!! ^0^ took a little longer than the first chapter but hopefully it's still okay and whoever reads enjoys <3

PREVIOUS CHAPTER LINK:

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CHAPTER 2: PINKISH

"This dream is calling your name."

A few months had passed by since Gerard's first day at the camp. Each morning, before everyone else awoke, he would cycle the narrow pathways of the woods to clear his mind- it wasn't something he ever did back home and most would find it rather unusual.

When Ray asked him about it, he shrugged.

Truthfully, ever since the encounter with the extraterrestrial, Gerard had not been the same. Ambiguous figures would slither past the corners of his eyes, he'd stare into the stars of the night sky with an unwarrented anticipation, not even sure himself what he was looking for, and all he could seem to sketch and doodle were variants of the mothership.

This is the one, he'd think, before ripping up the paper and restarting.

On this particular morning, he impulsively turned a different direction to take in new scenery because he found repetitiveness tiring. Of course, taking an unknown direction typically leads to some dilemma in most cases, yet that didn't seem to phase Gerard in the slightest, thinking unrealistically and all.

Swerving his balance slightly, a sudden fatigue dawned on him. He found it best to take a seat on a nearby stump, surrounded by branches leaning towards him. After regaining his senses, he observed that this neck of the woods appeared rather strange, the saturation of everything enhanced almost to a neon- trees twist and turn dangling fluorescent leaves, flowers spit shades of the rainbow and the dystopian clouds above swirl as they glide across the cyan sky. He could have sworn it looked like any old mundane part of the site before he sat down! He scrunched his nose in confusion, before then reaching out for his bike.

Just as he grabbed the handlebars, a distant, soft "Thud!" sent the pigeons flying in a scare.

Inflicted with paranoia, Gerard freezes. The only action he could resort to was a short and sweet use of speech, which is no good defence against a potentially malicious opposition.

"Is- is someone there?" he mutters.

Nothing, only a skitter within the bushes.

"SomeTHING... Maybe?" He slowly creeps closer, making sure to scan his surroundings as he leans forward. Using both of his hands, he separates the bushes in which the wriggling was heard, trying his best to ignore the nettles that pierced his palms in the process.

...

What on earth?

A toddler sized ball of pinkish fuzz sits bewildered, as though it may have hit it's head through the fall from each branch above. The fuzz on it's face is white, it's eyelids a pastel blue; upon seeing Gerard a curved grin forms on its face.

Instinctively, he backed away. As he did, the creature reached forwards with grabby paws. Tilting his head, Gerard shuffled a few steps closer.

It squeaks, scurrying away!

"Oh, crap!-" he cries, and once again, he is running a little faster, like an idiot. If Gerard was a cat, curiosity would have definitely killed him by now. Nine times. Eventually, the pair end up at an oddly placed flight of stairs, it's lengthy.

"I don't remember this being here.." Gerard scratches his head in confusion, looking down at the small alien for an answer. It begins to crawl up each step.

"I suppose actions speak louder than words, huh." Once again, he follows.

Gerard looks up, doing a harsh double take. He saw the very vehicle that gave him that fright so many weeks ago- he's being led into the mothership! How in God's name did he allow himself to be sabotaged by such a freaky animal, without even judging where it could take him?! He turns back. No, absolutely not, he cannot do this again-

Oh, Jesus Christ.

The most grotesquely unsettling, inhumane guards block Gerard's exit, ushering him with oblong sniper guns. Their skulls are stretched by their oversized brains, the six eyes on each side of their wrinkly faces staring deadpan into Gerard's soul. Taking a deep breath for his own sanity, he turns a stiff and full 180 back around, each guard standing beside him.

One anomalous move and he's toast. He keeps going, shuffling inside of the entryway. Those things could probably sense the fear within him from a mile away, there was no benefit in hiding it.

They make their ways through hallowed metallic halls, dashed with blinding lights on each wall, heavily supplied with martian soldiers. Each instance where Gerard looked around and gulped in awe, his neck was nudged back in the forwards direction like the hostage he was.

"Damn, sorry. This just reminds me of Star Wars. It's neat." he adds, nodding.

Over time, Gerard progresses in apathy. Each hall began to look the same. Each monument or picture framed on the wall became old news. Bored. So bored that even starting a fist fight with his captors would exhaust him to an extreme extent. Although, realistically, with sting plastered palms it would be more painful for him than his opponent.

Without warning, the fuzzy alien leading the way comes to a halt, pointing at a circular door... The cockpit? What was it doing leading Gerard there?

The tightly sealed door is accompanied with a turn of a wheel keeping it together. As it cracks open, Gerard realises that this is no ordinary cockpit, it was a spacious control room. What amazed even further was the cosmical view of outer space ahead of him in wide, circular windows.

It looked exactly like the dreams he had prophecised since he was small; to watch as the earth grows smaller in size and float behind him, to see the ashes of the milky way beyond a printed photograph, to cross lands even he wouldn't have thought existed. Most of all, what he really yearned to do, was to take passion past human domain. He wanted to preform, create precious art- If more than one intellectual species exists in our entire sense of being, they deserve to feel the phemomena of music.

He staggers forward in awe, unable to deflect his eyes from the view beholding him. The stars shift in formation, constellations bonding together. They attempt to fabricate letters in a language that Gerard doesn't quite understand.

He turns to the guards behind him, who drop their weapons in fascination.

The large screen above the entryway begins to decode, displaying a message in green digital letters:

"This dream is calling your name."

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CHAPTER 2.5: BROTHER

Days have passed by.

In the eyes of everyone else, Gerard had vanished. Due to the emergency situation of a missing camp student, friends of his were scouted to different parts of the forest and local areas to place posters.

Ray and a newcomer called Frank were assigned the nearby town, as an opportunity for him to get to know the area better. Unfortunately, Ray was not his chirpiest self on this day. It's hard to be when your best friend is gone, but he still tried his best to be welcoming.

Frank himself was a spiky looking fella, his hair clearly damaged from all of its bleaching and dying. For the moment, it was a bright red- although, Ray had a feeling it would change soon. He had a few tattoos despite not being the legal age for them, some looked like stick 'n' pokes. His eyes reminded Ray of an excited puppy, observing all of the new surroundings and he was noticeably shorter than a lot of the boys he'd met at the campus so far. Frank looked slightly younger than him, perhaps by a year.

"What brings you here, then?" Ray asks, whilst putting up his last poster.

"Parents. They're tired of me slacking off and playing Mario Kart." Frank replies unseriously.

"Right, that's relatable," he sighs, "You wanna grab a bite in the cafe whilst we're here? I could do with a distraction."

Frank nods.

As they head into the cafe, the smell of freshly baked cookies fill their lungs, it's incredibly appetising.

"Hey, uh- I'll pay for 'em." Frank smiles briefly, "I know this probably isn't the best day ever for you."

Ray's eyes light up, taken aback by the offer.

"You're sure? I don't mean to be annoying-"

By the time Ray finished his sentence, half a batch had been purchased by a ravenous Frank.

"Here, enjoy!" he smiles, tossing Ray a couple of cookies and munching away on his own.

"Thank you," he also takes a bite, "I did really need this, to be honest."

"You needed a cookie that bad?" Frank smirks, smugly.

"Yeah but, I mean, just- company. A friend. It's been lonely without Gerard. I don't even know where he could have gone other than somewhere definitely unrealistic." Ray comments, challenged.

"Ah, sorry about that. Hopefully he just wanted out for a few days." Frank adds, overlooking the "unrealistic" part of Ray's sentence.

"He'd have taken me out with him, we go everywhere together," Ray stresses, "something happened, dammit!" he exclaims.

"Woah dude-" Frank puts an arm around his shoulder.

"Calm down, I didn't mean to upsetchya- he's gotta be fine. From the description of him on the posters, he seems to avoid trouble."

Ray sighs once again.

"Sorry, I'm sorry. It's almost been a week of him dissapearing without notice, I've barely slept." Ray apologetically rambles.

Frank pats his back and the two get back to their feast of cookies, awkwardly conversating along the way.

Meanwhile, back at campus, the head girl has a relatively difficult phone call to make. She dials Gerard's home number, hesitantly awaiting a response.

To her surprise, a voice too adolescent to be a parental figure answers.

"Hello? Who is this?" the young boy enquires.

"This is Gerard's summer camp, who am I speaking to?" she responds.

"Umm.. I'm his younger brother, Mikey. My parents are out right now- did he do something dumb?" he snickers, the grin audible from across the line.

"Not necessarily. I just need you to call us back when your parents are back home-"

"Tell me!" he puts on a serious voice, unsuccessfully disguising a chuckle.

The head girl takes a dread induced breath.

"Your brother is still ... missing. We learnt he was last spotted by a volunteer in the woods five days ago, who commented that his behaviour was weird."

Radio silence hit the line.

"Is everything okay? Are you able to tell your parents about this?" she asks.

"Uh.. what- what am I supposed to do now? Just sit here?" Mikey stumbles on his words.

"Unfortunately so until we can give any further updates. We need you to notify your parents, because it isn't looking too good- sorry you had to find out this way."

Mikey holds the phone with a slight shake, his eyes welling up. He'd do anything for his older brother, to protect him, just as Gerard would. Yet here he is, powerless on a phoneline on the one occasion that the role reversed. He felt bottom of the barrel hopeless, like a half of him had just vanished completely.

"I'm um- I'm gonna go now. Bye." Mikey shoves the words out of his mouth quickly and to avoid an outburst of tears, he hangs up.

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CHAPTER 3: ARE WE RUNNING HOME, OR RUNNING FREE TODAY?

"This dream is calling your name."

Gerard is perplexed at the message on the screen. Where's the catch? Sure, experiencing this is admirable, but what if it's a trap? And what the everloving fuck is he doing on a spaceship to begin with?

A shadow emerges from the light, so bright that it's features are barely distinguishable. It's voice is androgynous, and speaks with charm.

"You did a pretty adequate job, Lola."

It ruffles the fur of the pink creature as it praises them.

"So that's what they're called. Lola. Hmm. I was thinking of naming 'em myself but i was stumped." Gerard comments with a hint of disappointment, "But are you finally gonna help me out of here or what?" he adds, slightly nervous.

"Not yet. We must negotiate... You are the only one who can see us. The only one who hasn't wound up dead by stepping inside of this vehicle, and most importantly, you were chosen by the machine." it's words slip with uncertainty and sour undertones, forcing the situation to be creepier than it already is.

Gerard grows in fear, his breaths drawing progressively sharper. The joy of his desires being so close in reach lowered his guard, he almost forgot the potential dangers of subhuman creatures!

"What the fuck could I have been chosen for? I'm the biggest loser at this joint! Even the janitor wouldn't fall for this- if you're gonna eat me or somethin' just kill me now already and spare me the pain!" Gerard snaps with stress, agressively gesturing towards the messages and strange posters on the walls in disbelief. The alien goddess blinks, humbled by Gerard's violent assumptions.

"We want to form an alliance with planet Earth without starting a war this time. We come in peace," the goddess explains, putting their webbed hands up, "my people are suffering from our highest deficit of essential living supplies in centuries. If an ordinary, likeable human being such as yourself can draw attention to us... We won't have to suffer anymore."

"Likeable, huh. Sure. But what if I'm not good enough? What about my family and friends?" Gerard averts eye contact, moping down at his dirty sneakers.

"It has been decided by unimaginably high divinity that you are capable, Gerard. As for your loved ones, they cannot know of our meeting yet. Not until you have completed your art. In six months time, we will reconcile and you'll be taken on a venture across space and time- and don't stress, your family and friends will receive explanatory letters from us if they don't buy it from you." the figure folds it's arms.

Gerard steps forward.

"So, I could really make music that saves lives?" Gerard meekly perks up at the luminescent lifeform, wincing with self doubt.

"Even better," it suggests...

"You could make history."

[thesovereignsring-if]

Can we get facts about MCs family members both alive and dead ? So brothers, cousins, mother and father. What did MCs parents think of their children ? What type of parents were they ? (Sorry if it’s too many questions at once).

I had to sit on this until I released the demo to avoid some spoilers. Sorry for the delay!

Now let’s drop some fun facts:

(Spoilers for the demo below!)

Alberich:

Loves cheeses and wine. He typically prefers savory food

He’s a work-a-holic, so he prefers foods he can eat with his hand at his desk. 

Likes reading trashy love novels in his down time. 

100% a songbird. He paints silly pictures of cats when he’s bored. 

He wears a very soft and elegant smelling floral perfume. It’s the same brand as his mother’s. 

He hates hot climates and rain. The change in air pressure makes his stump ache ):

Sieghardt:

Loves sweets and baked goodies

A very talented cook. 

He’s the kind of person to smuggle injured animals into his room to nurse back to health.

Cold and aloof, but really well respected by the younger Heath Knights. Sieg takes good care of them because they remind him of you. 

Has stage fright. 

Ledea (Mother)

The MC's entire world before she dies. Ledea was worried about bonding with the MC after birth, but when her husband dies, she becomes very protective of them. 

The other boys might have suffered because of that though. 

She was a very attentive and protective mother. She took the MC everywhere she went. 

Became Duchess of Vagnyr after her Father dies in a hunting accident 

Married her long time childhood best friend :) 

Highly artistic and feminine. Alberich takes a lot after her. 

Ledea loves all her children- in her own way. She didn’t(couldn’t) love them equally, however.

Vayne (Father) 

He is dead before the MC is born so there isn’t any strong connection, only a sense of loss for what could have been. 

It’s unknown who was born first between the Twin Princes, but Vayne was a popular successor due to his military record, but people were apprehensive of his more gentle nature. 

Because of his duties as Prince, he was often away from home, but when he was home, he was a very active and present Father for the boys. 

DIY dad that will build you a doll house mansion if you asked nicely with his bare hands. 

He does build an entire birdhouse/flight pen for all the pigeons Sieghardt rescues. Even to this day, those pigeons and their off-spring circle the castle property because of it. 

His children were his life. He would die for them. (And He did.) 

Maeve (Empress) 

gaslights gatekeep girlboss 💅

Regardless of the MCs opinion of her, she does consider them her baby. Ledea can go die in a hole.

What can go wrong when the crazy party aunt becomes your full time guardian?? 

Maeve is very indulgent and will coddle the MC, but she does live by the old ways of tough love. 

She loooooves eating fruits, especially bite-sized ones, like grapes! 

Tans very easily

Eirik 

His Mother, Duchess Thrya gave birth to a bastard shortly after his father died, so he is very-not-okay. 

He lives a very isolated life in his territory. 

Loves fishing, swimming, sailing and collecting little seashells for his collection. 

He’s got gadgets and gizmos a plenty… 

His crew are ride or die for him so watch out! 

[horriblehistorieslandfill]

Alright historical homos ,, wrap it up.

[inneedofsupervision]

An Enemy? A Friend? No, just your friendly neighborhood Spiderman.

Chapter 4: The Pros and Cons of Enhanced Senses

Summary:

"Come on, Parker, say something. But don't make it embarrassing," thinks Peter. "Those are your childhood heroes, and they want something from you. Just say hi like a normal person." "Good evening, Mr. Barton, Sir. Mr. Wilson, Sir." "How do you know our names," asks Clint, sounding genuinely curious. "You have a Wikipedia page!" blurts Peter out before wincing inwardly. There goes his plan for a non-embarrassing first impression. "You've read our Wikipedia pages?" asks Sam slowly, as if saying the words slowly would let them make more sense. "Twice, actually." ________________________________ Are the Avengers a Team? Yes. Are they on good terms? Not necessarily. Has the public caught up on that? Maybe a little. When Fury sends the team on the mission to investigate the identity of New York's favorite vigilante, they have to learn to work as a team and not damage their already battered image. Or, the story of how the Avengers have to earn the public's trust back with the help of a certain crime fighting Spider.

Chapter Summary: Peter goes to the Avengers Tower, but the meeting doesn't go as planned.

Chapter: 1, 2, 3, 5

Read on Ao3

"There's no need to worry, Peter. Just your childhood heroes who are inviting you into their tower. Do you know what they want? No. Is that a bad thing? Hopefully not."

The pigeon coddling on the ventilation system next to the masked figure tilts its tiny head. Small red eyes stare at the black goggles. Peter doesn't let the silence get to him.

"What could go wrong?" asks the teen, voice chipper with set-up enthusiasm. The bird holds eye contact for two seconds before promptly sticking its head between its plump body and wing. Peter rolls his eyes before letting his head fall with a deep sight into the gloved hands.

"You're right, Mr. Pigeon. If I could, I would hide too. There shouldn't be a problem talking with the Avengers, but at the same time, it's freaking me out. This entire situation with Mr. Barton and Mr. Wilson had been so weird! Why would my Spidey-sense react to them? It hasn't failed me once, but it also doesn't specify what it's warning me about, and I am just confused as to why it would warn me in the first place. I mean, it's the Avengers!"

Peter turns towards his feathered audience, not taking a break, even beginning to talk faster as his voice raises a pitch.

"How does one even act in that kind of situation? Do I tell them about myself or only answer after getting talked to? What if this isn't about me but about a mission, and I start talking and don't stop because I suck at recognizing social clues. They are too polite to interrupt me, and when I finally realize what happened, I have already managed to make a fool of myself?"

The pigeon flaps its wings in warning, accompanied by disgruntled gurgling, when he straightens up without warning. Peter runs his hands over his mask and head before interlacing his fingers behind his head. He begins pacing in a circle before coming to a sudden halt. His eyes lock onto a building towering over the rest a few blocks away. If he swings, he could reach it in under a minute.

"Oh god, imagine that happens for real," whispers the teen before making another circle, walking around the roof like a caged animal. "In less than twenty minutes, I'll embarrass myself in front of the Bruce Banner and Tony Stark!" He comes to another sudden halt before glancing towards the pigeon, his face growing serious. "I can't do this. I have to leave NYC and go into hiding."

The bird had calmed down from fright, but its piercing eyes now carried distrust as it wouldn't let the vigilante out of sight. The soft gurgle and curr could mean anything from, "Don't worry, it's going to be alright, Spider-Man!" to "You do realize you're just a guest on this roof, right?"

To not further aggravate the animal and not worsen his friendship with the pigeons of New York, Peter bids the still wary bird goodbye before swinging, a tad reluctantly, towards the Avengers Tower.

"I still don't like this," mutters the teen while he places one hand after the other. He grimaces at the sound of sirens in the distance. He'd rather be anywhere than here. Despite his nerves being on edge, he cannot bite back a grin as he clambers up the glassed facade and past an office where an off-guard caught staff gives a sharp scream at his sight. It seems the people of this district of New York don't expect to witness Spider-Man sticking to a window on the 52 floor of a building. Maybe that's a sign for him to visit Manhattan more often. Despite the shock, the woman doesn't hold back in responding to Peter's wave with a timed one. Even though climbing up a building like the Avengers Tower isn't much of a challenge for Spider-Man, Peter could swear his heart was ready to jump out of his chest after he swung over the railing.

"Huh. I've not expected a welcoming committee, but this is disappointing."

Peter straightens up, stemming his hands on his hips as he scans the area. He relaxed slightly at the sight of the deserted balcony and the unlit penthouse behind, having reckoned that it wouldn't take two seconds after arriving for the Avengers to be informed and someone coming up to meet him. Peter lets his eyes wander over the city, noticing that the tower wasn't the tallest building in Manhattan, but the sight was still a treat. He had always wanted to stand on the very top of the tower just because he could but had been too afraid to anger the domiciled heroes and get hit by one of Mr. Stark's undoubtedly built-in defense mechanisms. Nearing the entrance, Peter nearly jumps out of his skin when the door slides open. Rubbing his hot-growing neck sheepishly, he coughs into his fist as if he didn't just flinch.

Of course, Mr. Stark's penthouse holds automatic doors, genius.

Acting like nothing happened, he carefully steps into the living area. One light after another turns on the further he walks into the room. "That's a little dramatic."

Unimpressed by the light show, Peter reminds himself he wasn't here to judge anyone's eccentric interior lighting.

"Hello, Mr. Wilson, Sir? Mr. Barton?"

No matter which direction he glances, he seems to be the only person in the penthouse. A sour smell tickles his nose, and Peter squints at the two wine glasses on the couch table. They are the only sign somebody does live here. It's a stark contrast to their apartment in Queens. He cannot spot one framed picture apart from a large painting, holding as much personality as the trash bin in front of the building. The penthouse is void of small keepsakes or clothes hastily thrown over a chair or a couch and no pillows or blankets to cuddle into. Even the cream-colored carpet does only one, looking expensive, and Peter does a large bow around it.

He clears his throat before, once again, calling, this time a little louder.

"Hello? Anybody?"

His shoulders slump in defeat. "If I only remembered the floor and room number... What time is it anyway?"

"It's currently 6:51 pm."

"Who's there?!" Peter perches on the ceiling, his fingertips grazing the trigger of his web-shooters while his eyes frantically scan the room. His heart is ready to jump out of his body, every strand of muscle pulled taunt to sprint up to the balcony and jump into safety. He lets out the tiniest huff of breath after registering that the room is still empty. His body relaxes minuscule, relieved that no one became witness to him freaking out and maybe letting out a not-so-manly squeak as he literally hit the roof.

The female-sounding voice seems to come out of nowhere and from everywhere at once. Without the warning of Peter's sixth sense, it managed to catch the vigilante totally off guard. It was not his proudest moment.

"Pardon me, Spider-Man. It had not been my intention to startle you. I am FRIDAY, Mr. Stark's personal asisstent. Can I be of assistance?"

Peter crawls slowly towards a corner of the ceiling, squinting at something that barely stands out, and without FRIDAY speaking, he might not have caught it. The tiny speakers blend in almost perfectly with the wall.

"FRIDAY? asks the teen at the familiar name while his feet hit the floor.

"Like the artificial intelligence that controls all the electronic systems inside the Avengers Tower and Compound and installed into every Iron Man armor and which got selected as the most advanced AI of last and this year by the Science-Journal?"

Peter had trouble controlling his voice to not double over in excitement. He couldn't believe it. He is seriously talking to Mr. Stark's AI, which he had read so much about.

"It's always a pleasure meeting a fan," responds FRIDAY, and if Peter weren't fighting to keep his reputation as a vigilante, he would have started clapping and jumping in a circle from sheer excitement. But he couldn't get side-tracked. He still had to find out where he had to go.

"FRIDAY, I am here to meet the Avengers. Could you inform them that I'm here?" Mr. Stark's AI doesn't have to know he forgot where to go, right?

"I will inform them immediately. Is there anything else, Spider-Man?"

Maybe it's wish-thinking, but Peter could swear that FRIDAY sounds kinder than before. Is it possible to win an AI's sympathy? Peter shrugs his shoulders. But this isn't any AI, though. In Mr. Stark's tower, anything could be possible. Peter is about to decline when a question comes up.

"If nobody's here, you have let me in, right?"

"That is correct, Sir."

The teen's nose scrunches up at the formal title.

"Isn't that kind of risky?" he asks before quickly adding, "Not that I'm planning anything, just curious."

"I am acting on Mr. Stark's personal orders."

He glances up to throw a confused look at one of the cameras.

"That was Mr. Stark's order?"

Before he could quiz her further, the echo of boots hitting polished stone interrupts him. Peter frowns as he listens to the nearing footsteps. He recognizes the walk of Mr. Wilson, but the person accompanying him couldn't be Mr. Barton, that's for sure. Someone clears their throat, and Peter turns around only to feel lucky for wearing his mask, or else he would look like an absolute fool with his mouth hanging open and widened eyes.

"So that's what happens if someone like me gets pumped up with the super soldier serum," marvels Peter in thought as he musters Captain America from head to toe. From what he had read, Steve Grant Rogers hasn't been much older than Peter is now as he wormed his way into the military. He had seen pictures of the unofficial leader of the Avengers, but watching Captain America live and in color was a different matter. The sight of the bulging muscles under a thin white shirt leaves him thanking whatever greater force that his transformation after the spider bite hasn't taken such a drastic visual change. Explaining that would be impossible. Expect people would settle with the excuse of him changing his diet and hitting the gym regularly.

"But not without steroids," mutters the teen while trying to pry his eyes off the intimidatingly defined pecs.

"What was that?" asks Mr. Wilson, one eyebrow raised.

Oh god, don't tell him they heard that. Peter could swear he mumbled that quite enough for no one to catch his words.

"Oh, ehm, nothing. Sorry for not coming to the conference room. I, well, this is kinda embarrassing, but I kinda forgot the room number."

Mr. Wilson rolls his eyes but seems to accept his sorry excuse. Peter wants to cheer for successfully changing the subject before he makes the mistake of glancing at Mr. Rogers. The man's face is stuck somewhere between a scowl and unreadable as if he had trouble choosing one expression to keep. Great. He definitely heard him. Without a word, Mr. Rogers turns, closely followed by Mr. Wilson. Peter opens his mouth but closes it again, simply walking after the two. An uncomfortably awkward elevator ride later, Peter finds himself shoved into a large room.

"Wait here."

Peter looks after the two men like a puppy whose owner had tied him up in front of a store. When the door falls shut, he turns, glancing around the room. There are chairs, tables, and a whiteboard. Even without his Spider-Man suit, a high schooler like him in this room is severely out of place.

Peter's fingers absentmindedly glide over the smooth table surface before jumping onto the backrest of a chair as he makes his way over to the windows. Gazing down and scanning the city below, his patrol mannerisms kick in. His eyes methodically fly over the streets while he focuses his hearing on any abnormalities. He could hear the howling of motors at a crossroad, the bass of the first clubs letting people in.

"What do you mean Tony won't be back until tomorrow noon?"

"We can handle this on our own, Dr. Banner. We will talk to him and collect the information for SHIELD. We can manage this without Stark."

Oh. Peter shouldn't eavesdrop. Probably

In case the room is under supervision, the teen walks with his hands behind his back along the windows with picture-perfect innocence. He makes a show of stretching before leaning against the wall and looking outside, head barely tilted. Captain America's voice is as clear as if the hero bent down to talk directly into Peter's ear.

"Knowing Stark, he will only make gathering the information harder. You know his temper, Dr. Banner. He isn't easy to get along with, and we can't have him risk failing the mission."

"You invite a person with unknown powers into the tower when the owner's away and plan to keep it a secret? What if he attacks one of us or destroys something?"

"As if Stark doesn't have enough money to rebuild the tower and put a second one next to it."

"That's not the point, Clint," interrupts Mr. Wilson.

"I'm not too keen on having him here too. I still think we should have brought him to the helicarrier."

"As if he would have gone there voluntarily. You've seen him yesterday on the roof. Spidey is skittish with a capital S. I'm surprised we got him here."

"You're straying from the topic, Clint." That was a woman's voice.

"Can somebody explain to me why we have to do this again? Do we have any data of the guy doing something important enough for us to look his way? You guys haven't been there yesterday, but he isn't normal, and I'm not talking about his powers. We invite him to the tower, and he declines because he doesn't have time. I repeat he doesn't have time to meet the Avengers. We tell him a time and place to meet, and he turns up elsewhere, asking us to get him. Maybe we should have rolled the red carpet out on our way. Our resident narcissist is enough already. I won't put up with a second one."

During Mr. Wilson's rant, Peter's eyes lost focus. He leans numbly against the wall, barely hearing Mr. Barton agreeing. He swallows thickly, but the lump in his throat is persistent in tightening his airway. Peter feels like zoning out, head empty as he hears nothing but his heartbeat pulsing in his ears before he takes a stuttering breath.

"-cannot ignore Fury's order to keep a low profile. I know you don't like this, but we have to put up with it. We cannot hurt Spider-Man. We get the information by talking to him, nothing else. If it needs him to rebuild our public image, we need to take this opportunity seriously. During the last mission, the collateral damages made the public lose some of their trust in us. We need to up our image-

Why is it suddenly so hot? His face feels hot. His neck feels hot. He's not even wearing the spandex suit, but his backup, the one with the worn-out sweater and tracking pants, but the clothes suddenly feel too tight. The damn lump just won't go away no matter how often he swallows, and why does everything look so flipping blurry!? Peter wants to rip off his mask and check the lenses for any damage as he blinks furiously. He closes his eyes, trying to calm down and uncurl his tightly balled fists.

He has to get out of here. He can't do this. Not now.

"FRIDAY? A-are you here?"

"Yes, Spider-Man. Can I be of assistance, Sir?"

"I just remembered I have a.... some very important business! Yeah, super important, and I- I seriously have to go now."

"Should I inform the Avengers to delay this meeting?"

"Yes, thank you very much, FRIDAY. Also, could you open the window, please?"

He briefly wonders why Mr. Starks AI was listening to him, but the thought gets pushed aside by the instant relief of seeing a window sliding open.

"Thank you a bunch, FRIDAY. It was a pleasure to meet you. Gotta go now, bye."

"The pleasure is mine, Spider-Man."

The sound of chairs getting pushed back in the room next to him was his clue to go. Without hesitation, Peter leaps out of the room as if the devil personally was tailing him. The night air feels amazing against his flushed skin, and Peter feels like he can finally breathe after shooting his webs and bringing a few blocks of distance between himself and his former childhood heroes.

_______________________

When May walked into the apartment around half past ten, she had a plan. Tiptoe into the kitchen, drink a cup of valerian tea, and skip a late dinner before heading straight to bed. Her whole body aches, from the tightness between her shoulders to her tired feet, the double shift taking its tribute. The hunger kicking in around six has left, exchanging place for an all-consuming exhaustion. Maybe the same exhaustion is a fault for her brain to need two long seconds before registering the TV light flickering against the walls.

"Peter?" she calls from the entrance as she slips out of her shoes, taking note of her nephew's sneakers lying hazardous next to the door, tossed there in a hurry. Rolling her eyes, she picks them up and places them on the shoe rack next to hers.

"Peter?" she repeats as she hangs up her jacket when she receives no answer. She rounds the corner, only to find the teen in question bundled up in a blanket, cozily tucked into the corner of their worn-out couch. At first, she thought he was sleeping, but coming closer, she caught a glimpse of his eyes. She frowned slightly.

"Hi, darling. Why are you still up? You're not getting sick, are you?"

Peter's eyes look glassy. A few used tissues were lying on the floor, but she didn't bother to remind him to throw them away. At the sight of his reddened nose and pale cheeks, her hand rose instinctively to check his temperature.

Peter blinks at her tiredly.

"Sorry, I got lost in thought. Do you think we could eat together?"

"Sorry, I got lost in thought. Do you think we could eat together?"

"You haven't eaten until now?"

May is about to reach for his forehead again, Peter's words causing her concern to grow, but a hand blocks her attempt at checking his temperature for a second time.

"I ate at Ned's but am still hungry."

Peter's expression is hopeful, practically begging her with his eyes to keep from sending him to bed. She glances at the teen with a thoughtful look, the latter obliviously trailing into the kitchen, setting up water to boil. She walks after him where Peter had set up the table and waits for her with two frozen pizzas in his hands.

"Tuna or Pizza Hawaii?"

"Tuna. You need your fruits."

He grins before turning his back to her to shove their improvised late-night dinner into the oven.

"Take these with you. We eat in the living room." His eyes flicker up to her, but he doesn't protest, silently taking the plates and walking over to the couch. May gets the tea and puts their cups down. Not a minute later, Peter begins to shift in his place, wordlessly shuffling closer. May leans back onto the couch and puts an arm up onto the backrest. Peter gives her a grateful smile as he cuddles into her side. May waits patiently and gets rewarded not a minute later when Peter takes a large breath, only to hesitate, mouth closing before a word comes out. She could basically hear the clocks running inside his head. He tries again, sitting straight in his seat.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Hmm," hums May thoughtfully, "You can ask me almost anything."

Peter lifts his head where he had put it on May's shoulder to frown at her. May grins in unconcealed amusement, causing the teen to huff before he settles back down.

"Before I ask, I have to let you know that this is completely hypothetical," begins the teen, not seeing how May raises her eyebrows at his words.

"Completely hypothetical, I got it," she humors him, eying the way Peter's fingers are playing with a loose seam of his pants.

"So, just imagine you have a project you are working on. It's something you put a lot of effort and work into. It gives you a reason to be proud of yourself, and you enjoy working on it. Now, say you have some people you look up to. These people work on a similar project as you do but on a larger scale, like they are best in the field. You have always thought very highly of them, and they are your role model at this point, and somehow, you have gotten the chance to meet them."

The fingers playing around come to a stop, choosing to clench around the fabric instead. May began rubbing her hand up and down on Peter's arm when the teen's posture grew tense during his explanation. Peter doesn't look up once while talking, eyes fixed onto the old carpet and a particularly tenacious red wine spill that had been there forever.

"You are about to meet them, waiting to be let in. The door stands slightly open, and you happen to hear them discuss your project. They don't know it's you who works on the project. They wanted to meet you because of a different matter."

May drew her eyebrows together as a knowing look crossed her face. She had a hunch about where this was going. She softly squeezes his shoulder, spending silent comfort. "What did they say about your project?"

Peter looks up and frowns at her. "It's not my project, Aunt May. I told you this is a completely hypothetical."

"I'm sorry, I forgot. What did the people in the hypothetical scenario say about the project?"

He ignores the teasing tone in her voice, eyes wandering back to the red wine stain. He fidgets in his seat. "As I said, these people are at the top of their field and used to big-scale projects, right? Well, one of their supervisors is interested in your project and set them up to look at it since they are experts. While you wait, you can hear them talk among themselves about how annoying it is having to look into something so trivial as your project. Some of them declare it a waste of time and resources, and if it weren't for the fact that they need to, they would never even consider looking at it."

May notices with concern how Peter's words grew a little shaky at the end of his explanation. His Adam's apple bobs up as he swallows thickly. She watches him tugging his legs up on the couch and towards his chest, hugging them close before gazing up at her with suspiciously moist eyes.

"I think they hate it, May."

Hypothetical scenario or not, May swears the people who caused her nephew to carry such a heartbroken expression are about to lose their heads if they should ever meet. He says it with such sincerity that she knows he believes it. Unmeant or not, someone managed to make Peter doubt himself, and that person's words had cut him deep, and May hated how she couldn't do anything about it. She figures the story does not end here as she cards her hand through Peter's hair, attempting to make him feel better. "How does the scenario continue, sweetie?"

Peter draws another shaky breath, subconsciously leaning closer.

"Well, after hearing them talk about your project, you figured these people aren't what you thought they'd be like. As I mentioned, they don't know you're behind the project. They ask you for a favor on a different matter, and it turns out they seriously need your help, but now that you know what kind of people they are, you aren't sure if you should help them. The favor they need you for requires working as a team. You aren't obligated to help them, and you know they don't plan to repay you, but if you help them with their current project, it could help many other people."

"You are wondering if it's selfish to decline, aren't you?"

Peter sits up straight to look at her. "If you don't say yes, then the people who potentially could get help but aren't getting it are on you."

May takes her tea and brings it to her lips. She was glad Peter didn't go to sleep with these thoughts weighing him down and wanting to talk about what was bothering him. At the same time, May feels heavy-chested by the idea her nephew struggled with this in the first place. She wished she knew what exactly was hiding behind this hypothetical scenario, as Peter likes to call it.

"The idea behind that might sound mature and noble, but it could end badly. If you think that way, you could always help, do better, and be more efficient. But there is a difference between putting down your needs and feelings for the greater good and neglecting yourself. I've seen more than enough people getting burnout one after another because they think they aren't doing enough and ignoring what their body and mind tells them."

She sets her tea back down before she lays her hand on Peters, catching his attention. "Peter, hypothetical or not, if you ever get into a situation where someone makes you feel that you aren't worth it or what you are doing isn't enough, put some distance between you and that person. Promise me."

He avoids her eyes, taking his hand out of her hold. His fingers keep fidgeting in his lap. "But what if that isn't possible?"

"If you cannot go out of their way, try to ignore them and talk to someone about it. Sometimes you find help where you least expect it."

Catching her nephew's unsure expression, May lays a hand against his cheek, making him look at her.

"I know you, Peter. You are incredibly accommodating, and that's very respectable, but don't let people use you. You need to take care of yourself, alright? You are indebted to nobody, and if you want to help, I'm always supporting your decision but under the condition that you do it because you want to and not because someone pressures you into believing you're obligated to. If someone talks you or what you do down, you are allowed not wanting to help them. Helping is great, but your feelings matter too, sweetheart."

Peter's attention is back on her, eyes still carrying a bit of doubt. "For a hypothetical scenario, this got personal very quickly."

May rolls her eyes at the quip but lets it go. Pretending not to see the teary-eyed expression, she reaches forward to draw him into a hug. Peter instantly returns the gesture, tension leaving him as he rests his head on her shoulder.

"What's this for?" he asks, voice muffled by her blouse.

"Aren't I allowed to hug my nephew when I want to?"

"Of course, hugs are cool. I was just curious."

May wordlessly pulls him closer, petting the soft curls before letting him go.

"I hope you like your pizza with a crunch."

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"FRIDAY, if anyone wants to speak to me, decline. If it's Rogers, tell him to wait in line. I might pick up, but I wouldn't count on it. Good Lord, I think there's still Sake in my system. FRIDAY, order some sushi and double it. And tell Pepper to come, but if she's carrying anything resembling a checklist or a paper shoo her pretty face out of my penthouse, I'm more than capable of eating sushi for two on my own."

"Welcome back, Sir. I see your stay in Japan had left a few hours lasting impression on you."

Tony huffs as he loosens the tie around his neck, flinging it onto the coffee table and nearly knocking over a half-filled wine glass. He takes the glass and sniffs at it before flopping down on the couch.

"Not as good as Sake, but I am not complaining."

Leaning back, the man let out a groan as his body finally relaxed. The wine tastes a little stale, but Tony empties the glass anyway. His eyes wander mindlessly through the room before locking onto the ceiling.

"FRIDAY, dear, did anything noteworthy happen while I was gone?"

"The interest in this year's Stark Expo had risen despite the reputation of the Avengers getting worse. The deal with the Japanese investors has caused a rise in the stock market. Mrs. Potts has arranged a new meeting with Mr. -"

"FRIDAY, sweetheart. You know I'm not fond of business talk while lying down. Isn't there anything else? Maybe you should jog your memory cells. So you can tell me. Why they are footprints. On my ceiling."

"The footprints belong to Spider-Man, Sir."

"Ah."

The man stands up and takes his suit jacket off before putting his mobile phone on the coffee table.

"I assume he wasn't here for a room tour," begins Tony as he finds what he's been searching for. Leaning back again, he watches the outside cameras zooming in on a hand sitting down on the railing of the balcony.

"Why haven't I been notified about this?"

He frowns at the sorry excuse of a suit, briefly wondering where the spandex went.

"Mr. Rogers asked me not to mention Spider-Man entering the tower, Sir."

"Did he now? And you complied why, exactly."

"Mr. Rogers used his emergency code to override your order."

That made Tony glance up from the image of the vigilante stepping through the glass door.

"Well, Mr. Red White and Blue clearly do not know the difference between an emergency and being petty. Not so perfect, aren't we, Boy Scout? Still doesn't explain the Spiderling coming for a surprise visit."

"Mr. Rogers ordered a meeting with the rest of the team and Spider-Man."

"They've met?" The man's eyebrows shoot up in surprise. He doesn't have enough wine for this.

"Spider-Man left before the arranged meeting started. Quoting, "I just remembered I have a.... some very important business! Yeah, super important, and I- I seriously have to go now."

Tony snorts.  

"Pull up the footage, honey."

He rubs his hands together, feeling much more awake now. A grin crosses his face.

"I want to see everything."

[clioreleasesthehounds]

music for queer teens… (aka my favorite artists, I’m basically js listing them)

cavetown, ewy, the front bottoms, modern baseball, sorority noise, Tommy ragen, Alex g, mindless self indulgence, any violin cover, black box recorder, rainbow kitten surprise, Penelope Scott, lemon demon, mitski, Green Day, the crane wives, pavement, mother mother, sohodolls, pigeon pit, wallows, tv girl, roar, Arctic monkeys, dazey and the scouts, tally hall, rabbitology, weezer, the strokes, joy again, the rare occasions, current joys, Bo burnham, mom jeans. ,SWMRS, cleffy, Beach bunny, the frights, destroy boys, David Bowie, fredo disco, sir Chloe, GRLwood, the scary jokes, tikkle me, pixies

I could go on….but yk

[writteninlunarlight-years]

Hey can I asl for a Bg3 match up? :D

Gender:Male

Pronouns:He/him and they/them

Sexuality: Gay

Race: High elf

Class: he's multiclass Wizard and Bard

D&d alignment: Chaotic neutral

Appearance: Red-ish hair with some light "graying" its more caramelly but like graying anyways, he has heterochromia, his right eye is brown snd left one is light brown. He's dresses very eccentricly and likes wearing long robes with the main colors being dark blue and a magentay red and lots lots lots of jewelry, he's around 170cm or 5'7 ish

Personality: Confident, creative, definetly a problem solver, aloof from time to time, extremely emotional has not know a day of peace with how many emotions his tiny smooth brain can hold. They're wise but the intelligence department is lacking a little tiny winy bit, his brain only retains fun facts and obscure knowledge.

Likes: Cats, pigeons, plants, herbs, herbal tea, coffee, sweets and lots of em, owning books without reading them and obscure spells.

Dislikes: Crowds, loud people, shoes are the bane of his existence, spicy food, silver as a color, his own ears and paper that's thin enough to see through.

Extra fun facts: He has stage fright which is why he has to know how to do other types of magic too, he's befriended every cat he's met and the mf grins like the cat who got the cream all the time... even when he shouldn't even be smiling, he gets into trouble for that.

I hope I did that right :) Have a nice day/night and tha k you :D

I love how sweet all of you guys are in my Asks. I should be the one apologizing cause I have so many accidental spelling mistakes, lol.

~~~~~ MATCH UP ~~~~~

Anon I love your character 10/10. Whether they are a representation of you or not, I love them! I match you with-------

Gale Dekarios

This ticking time bomb of a man (Literally, man is a bomb) loves your comedic sense and the fact he can relate to a true connoisseur of Magic. It's like the Weave made you two for one another.

~~~~~ HEADCANONS ~~~~~

Gale loves your shows when you perform; watching you use the Weave and your other talents impresses him greatly.

He has no problem helping you reconnect with the Weave if you struggle with a spell. (We all know the scene I am thinking of 0.0)

Gale enjoys learning your fun facts and feels like it connects him to you better. It also helps him keep up with what interests you.

Gale hesitates to start walking around shoelessly with you; however, when you two are in his tower, he doesn't mind humoring you.

Gale knew you were the one when Tara accepted you right away.

Correction: Gale knew you were the one when you and Tara ganged up on him and decided your new pastime was picking on him.

(I Wonder if it's just my dialogue scenes or everyone else's, but Gale also has an issue with smiling 24/7, even if there's something horrible going on. Like using runepowder to murder the whole Underdark on accident)

Gale loves to 'borrow' from your book collection to help you continue learning about the Weave.

~~~~~ BLURB ~~~~~

You stood atop the ruined stage at the fairgrounds, decrepit since you guys got rid of the imposters. Your group decided to set up camp here while waiting out at the location of the Nether Brain. As you began practicing the magic show you used to perform before the parasite, a lone Wizard stood by on watch. Gale loved watching you enjoy yourself; nothing set his heart more alight than watching you learn and process things.

Conjuring up a seat, he continued watching as you cast a fireball, quickly switching to an iceblast and causing an explosion similar to a firework. As you continued step by step, you could feel someone's eyes on you. Becoming more meticulous with your casts, you started to lose connection to the Weave. Noticing this, Gale smiled and began to walk over to you. "My dear, what seems to be the matter?" You look to Gale and sigh, frustrated that you forgot such a basic routine due to stage fright. Gale shook his head then stood behind you, "Close your eyes love and follow Mystras guidance, let the Weave move you, forget any eyes on you just flow with the Weave."

You closed your eyes, noting Gale was moving around you now. As you started the basic incantation for a mage hand, you were pulled out of your trance by a swift peck on the cheek from the Wizard before you. Shooting your eyes open, you turn to him with a smug smirk. "Rule number one, don't become distracted, Rule number two, stop looking so handsome while you focus."

~~~~~ EXTRA ~~~~~

(Tara and you were lounging about in the sun on the balcony of Waterdeep Tower. As you two were resting, a grumpy Gale appeared)

Gale: I woke up from my nap to find my lover and cat gone.

(Tara raises her head slightly, yawning)

Tara: Hmmm, it seems I am more critical to your elf than you are, Mr. Dekarios.

(Gale stands there in shock; before he can turn on his heel, he hears Y/N speak)

Y/N: On a scale of one to ten, Tara, how funny was his face? Be honest with me.

(Gale didn't even have to turn around to know you had a giant smile on your face)

[termiteterraceclub]

Termite Terrace Club - September 28th

1940 - Stage Fright - Dir. Chuck Jones

1946 - Fair and Worm-er - Dir. Chuck Jones

1957 - Greedy for Tweety - Dir. Friz Freleng

1963 - Aqua Duck - Dir. Robert McKimson

TV

1990 - Tiny Toon Adventures Season 1: “Starting from Scratch”

1991 - Taz-Mania: “It’s No Picnic” / “Kee-Wee ala King”

1992 - Tiny Toon Adventures Season 3: “Two-Tone Town”

1993 - Animaniacs Season 1 - “Garage Sale of the Century” / “West Side Pigeons”.

1996 - Animaniacs Season 4 - “From Burbank with Love” / “Anchors A-Warners” / “When You’re Traveling”.

1996 - Pinky and the Brain Season 2: “Plan Brain From Outer Space”

1996 - The Sylvester and Mysteries Season 2: “Don’t Polka Me” / “The Granny Vanishes”.

1998 - Pinky and the Brain Season 4: “A Legendary Tail” / “Project B.R.A.I.N.”

2015 - Wabbit / New Looney Tunes Season 1: “Not Lyin’ Lion” / “Ice Ice Bunny”

2022 - Bugs Bunny Builders Season 1: “Stories”