#please someone just request something from starkid i need ideas

[mother-horrors]

Shut up I'm totally not completely obsessed with starkid

Anyway have fun guessing who this is, only one person is going to get it right

Maybe I'll draw him properly when I don't want to cry.

Maybe someone should request something from starkid-

Anyway goodbye

[eclipsewarrior101]

Inbox {hi, so i got excited as you know, and you're cooking with this nightmare scanario, so i'm just here to drop a little something before it consumes my brain :) }

This was something me and @starpiratee were talking about for macnacross ship au idea cause there isn’t enough of this. An idea where they get to have a happily ever after together.

Written by nova /@starpirateee. Please check them out they do starkid fic requests and more.

Title: Reunion in the Black & White Part 1

“ Wilbur…?”

The name hurt, like a knife strike taken straight to the throat. The thing that once bore that name twisted away from the sound of it, somewhere between repulsed and violently disturbed. That wasn't who he was anymore, They had taken it away from him, stripped bare his identity and everything that made him the man Wilbur Cross.

What remained— the thing that called himself Wiley in an attempt to seem more human than he was— had learned to recognise that name as something other, as something detached from himself. It hurt less that way.

Still, it rang through the inside of his brain, rebounding off the echo chamber the Lords had left so purposefully empty, and sunk in deep. Though, no matter how hard he tried to say something, no words escaped. He wanted to protest, to claim that they knew he wasn't Wilbur, but something stopped him in his tracks.

That voice wasn't one of theirs.

That voice, reluctant as he was to admit it, belonged to one John McNamara. And he would know it anywhere.

Once upon a time, that would've been a good thing. John's fresh-coffee-and-ink voice was always a reminder of the present; maybe of the work they had to do, or something he'd gotten excited about, or the small hours of the late night that the two of them would spend locked in conversations about the respective theories of physics and mechanics. John himself was a comforting presence once, too. There was a deep affection there, and that was something not often shared between the people of their industry.

Now? Now John's voice was nothing more than a reminder of the things he could never have. That tone— that oh so familiar, welcoming tone— had been used against him one too many times. Now it came with an automatic response. Now, Wilbur became aware that he needed to get rid of whatever was causing the vision or the projected image of the man he used to love... Before it ended up getting worse.

They'd pulled this trick before. They'd used John's name, his image, his voice against him in so many ways that Wiley was no longer able to discern which of his memories were real and which were tarnished replications from the multiple occasions his affections had played a significant role in the Lords' entertainment.

Flashes fanced through his head. He wasn't even sure if his eyes were open. Something burned. John was injured again. This wasn't real... It wasn't real, but he wouldn't go away with a blink. The injuries didn't change, and they didn't shift. This was worse than the rest of them. John wasn't moving, but his eyes were still blue. He was wounded, trying to hold himself up, but it looked for a second like he didn't know how. Like he wasn't used to the vast nothingness and the unsturdy, ever-moving blackness.

Their gazes met from a distance both feet and inches away. John's eyes were blue. They hadn't been blue since before all this. Since before the portal, and the dark, and the endless torment...

They were getting better at their games.

"Wilbur..." The John-shaped thing muttered again, as if he couldn't believe it. For him, he had been running in a place with no direction, trying to find an escape he wasn't even sure he was going to reach. And while he hadn't found an escape, he had found something— someone— that he couldn't decide was a worse or a better fate.

Was it all a dream? A violently realistic hallucination caused by his slow, steady departure from the plains of existence?

Wiley stood, rose to his full height. He was taller than John remembered, somehow, even though there was a part of him that believed that was impossible. Wilbur had been the same height as long as he'd known him, nothing ever changed in that regard. And yet it seemed so unmistakably true that now, against all odds, he was taller than he was the last time he stepped foot in PEIP hq.

"Shut up." His voice was harsh— stained with the phantom pain of screaming into an endless void— and as cold as the air that hung between them. John faltered, his brow furrowing.

"Huh?"

"Shut. The fuck. Up. You ain't foolin' me this time," he hissed, though he wasn't entirely sure whether he was scared or mad beyond comprehension.

"Wilbur, what're you talking about?"

"STOP! I don't care if ya can't think of nothin' better, and this is the best you got, but you. do not. get to call me _that._"

His breath came out heavy. He was staring desperately at John, trying to make sense of why there was nothing wrong with him, and why this was the most accurate they'd ever gotten to a vision of John, and why this one seemed so hellbent on trying to destroy him from the inside out. Playing with his mind was one thing, but making him hold onto the past— making him see the last person who would ever hurt him— it was getting more and more painful with each iteration.

He took a lengthy step towards the John-shaped thing. John didn't hesitate, nor did he try and advance. He did, however, seem to be unsturdy on his feet, like the injury was really holding up. Like this wasn't an act.

That was impossible. John wasn't here. He'd warned him not to open the portal again. He'd been too afraid of finding out what the Lords would do to him— to anyone— to even consider the possibility that John would, one day, open the gateway again.

Wiley kept advancing. John became less and less certain about his ability to keep himself upright, and stumbled back a half pace. The moment he registered the movement, Wiley pulled a knife, done with the lies and done with seeing them mess with John like this.

"You don't know him." He pointed the edge of the blade threateningly close to John's throat, starting to circle him like a predator. "Ya never have. Ain't too clever from up close. Soon's I drive this thing into his heart, you ain't got another way t'mess with him."

John's eyes went wide. He vaguely recalled the events that transpired the day Wilbur returned from the excursion on the other side of the portal, and the mad bastard he'd become through some means unknown to everyone at PEIP... This was that, wasn't it? Something in this expanse had left him broken, and that was what was going on now...

Instinct told him to edge away from the knife, but Wiley stopped his pacing the moment John so much as shifted. He glared at him with an animalistic hunger, seemingly waiting on him to say something, or to make a move.

"Wil, I-" the blade touched the edge of his throat. "Wil, please! I don't know what you're seeing but I don't know what you're talking about!" He tried to keep his voice as level as possible, but it was hard with the panic surging through him and the glint fron the knife up against his neck.

Wiley faltered. He hadn't heard that nickname in over a decade. Only one man had ever called him that, and it had been ingrained that far into his mind that the Lords had never found it, no matter how much of him they scraped out and replaced.

"... John?"

John nodded, and slowly reached under the collar of his shirt. He pulled out a chain, similar— so Wiley noticed— to the one he was wearing himself. On the end were a pair of tags, and the topmost one bore a name that made him drop the knife completely.

Cross, Wilbur D.

As the relief flooded him like a monsoon, he lifted his hand to the ones around his own neck, the ones bearing John's name, and a shaky smile started to flicker on his face.

"John!"

[randomfandomimagine]

A/N: I wrote this during a really bad day that I needed some comfort. So here’s some Steve angst with a touch of fluff, enjoy!

REQUEST FOR PROMPTS ARE OPEN!

Too immersed in my thoughts, I jumped when someone tapped me in the shoulder. I closed my locker and turned around to see Steve standing there, giving me one of his big smiles that seemed to appear whenever I was around.

Usually, I would have thrown myself to hug him or smile back or anything. But that day, I didn’t have the energy to put up with his bubbliness. As much as I wanted to, I just didn’t.

“Hi there, gorgeus” He greeted me, leaving a loving peck on my cheek.

“Hey, Steve” I averted my gaze, timidly tucking my hair behind my ear. “I uh... I gotta go, I’ll see you later” 

“Whoa, whoa, what?!” He exclaimed, following when I started walking away. “Why? I just found you, I’ve been looking all over for you” 

“Yeah, well...”

“And I’ve missed you, lately we barely see each other” 

I appreciated that he was such a loving boyfriend, but I really couldn’t take any of that right now. It began to become harder to breathe, and I felt so claustrophobic that I went for the exit.

“I know, I’m just so busy” I lied, not making eye contact. “And kinda tired too” 

“Okay...” Steve stuttered, still walking with me. “Let me give you a ride then, where are you going?” 

I didn’t have the faintest idea. Instead of answering his question, I turned him down.

“No, thanks” I felt a little better once I was outside, but he pressed on. “I don’t want you to skip class, Steve”

“But you’re skipping class” Steve grabbed my arm, pulling at it.

Once I was face to face with him, I was suddenly overcome with anger. My mind felt fuzzy and I wasn’t thinking clear enough to control my temper.

“Just leave me alone, okay?!” I yelled at him, pushing him off me.

A myriad of emotions showed on Steve’s face. First it was surprise, then hurt and finally an annoyance that develloped into resentment.

“Oh, I see, Y/N” He scoffed, shaking his head. “So I-I care, I worry about you and... and all you do is yell in my face?” 

“Maybe if you weren’t so needy and left me alone, I wouldn’t have!” I regretted the words as soon as they left my lips, but it was too late.

I could clearly see the heartbreak reflected in his eyes, but he angrily frowned at me.

“So it’s my fault, huh?” He showed me a bitter smile. “Maybe if you cared a little, if you thought about someone other than yourself, I wouldn’t have to follow you around everywhere” 

I felt a pang in my chest, shaken by his words. Tears welled up in my eyes, and Steve’s expression softened at this. But I didn’t care anymore.

“I should have known you never stopped being a jerk” Finishing the conversation, I turned around and left him there.

“W-Wait...” Steve muttered after several seconds. “Y/N, wait!”

“Goodbye, Steve” I uttered, pretending like I didn’t care.

My world seemed to darken even more with the thought... Did we just break up?

-

Did I never run out of tears? I had been sitting there for what it felt like hours, just bawling my eyes out and hoping I would eventually feel any sort of relief. But what happened with Steve, added to what was anguishing me before that, was too great. I was completely overwhelmed.

Isolating myself might have not been the best idea but... I just needed some time alone. Some silence. Some space.

“Y/N?” A soft voice behind me cautiously broke the quiet.

I immediately stopped crying when I recognized the voice. Not wanting him to know I had been crying, I cuddled over myself and hid my face on my knees.

“How did you find me?” I muttered, hearing his footsteps getting closer.

“I remembered you once said you loved coming here” He stopped right next to me and paused for a moment. “Can I sit with you?” 

I just shrugged, and heard him fidgeting as he got comfortable sitting in the grass beside me. A brief silence followed. Until he spoke up again.

“Listen, I... I feel terrible” His voice sounded shaky and cautious. “I-I messed up, okay? I didn’t mean anything of what I said” 

“No...” I didn’t have the strength to say anything.

His apologize only triggered another wave of sobs. He was so kind, I shouldn’t have treated him like that.

“Yeah, and I’m sorry, I hope that...” Steve suddenly interrupted himself. “Wait, are you crying?” 

That only made me feel worse. I was a mess. My sobs turned to heavy crying. 

“Don’t cry...” His hand tenderly fell on my back. “Please don’t cry, Y/N...” 

“I’m sorry too...” I hugged myself, feeling helpless and frustrated. “You’re not a jerk, none of that was true. Y-You’re so nice and...” 

I felt him watching me in anguish. I couldn’t help but to bawl my eyes out.

“Well, something’s obviously bothering you” His hand went up and down my back in a comforting gesture. “I should have asked what it was instead of pestering you” 

I shook my head, not really knowing what to do. I didn’t know what I needed. Did I need to talk to him? Ask him to hold me? Did I need to be alone? I had no idea.

Steve gingerly wrapped his arm around me, delicately pushing me against him. The closeness made me feel better, as well as his gentle care.

“Stop pushing me away, Y/N” He whispered, kissing my head. “Just... what’s wrong?” 

I snuggled closer to him, shielding myself in his loving embrace. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to talk about it. I hesitated, and he noticed.

“It’s okay if you need some time” Steve held me tight. “I’ll be here no matter what”

“I’m overwhelmed but...” I found myself saying. “I don’t want to talk about it”

“That’s fine” 

“I’m sorry” 

“No, no, no, it’s okay” 

“Thanks for being so patient”

“Anything for you, beautiful”

“I should have told you something’s wrong, but...”

“But what? What is it?”

“I was scared...” 

“Of what?” 

I slightly distanced myself from him, establishing eye contact for the first time. There was so much empathy and concern in his eyes. How did I ever doubt that he wouldn’t understand me?

“I...” As I paused, his thumb gingerly brushed my tears away. “I was scared that you would stop liking me or thought I wasn’t fun anymore” 

“What?” His brows furrowed as he intently stared at me. “Y/N...”

“I know, it’s stupid! I just get insecure and... And I didn’t want you to feel like you had to take care of me”

“But that’s my job!”

“Huh?”

“I’m your boyfriend, it’s my job to take care of you. Wouldn’t you take care of me if I needed you, too?”

I nodded my head, feeling silly when tears threatened to fall again. This time I was moved. He really cared so much about me. He didn’t mind that I was like this. And if he did, it was because he hated to know I was suffering.

“Just... I’m not perfect, even if I may look it” It was probably his intention, but he managed to make me chuckle. “But I’m gonna make mistakes, and I need you to tell me, okay?” 

“Tell you what?”

“How to help you! Tell me ‘don’t do that’ or ‘I need this’ or something”

I nodded again, heaving a sigh. Steve tenderly held my face, brushing the remnants of my tears. His fond glance made me want to melt.

“I love you” His words were so genuine, so heartfelt. 

I gasped, since it was the first time we told each other. We hadn’t been dating for that long, but we were so close. And Steve realized it was the moment I needed to hear it the most. I didn’t hesitate to say it back.

“I love you too” He smiled at my words and leaned forward.

For just a moment, our lips brushed in a sweet kiss, and it finally felt like I could breathe again.

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[wordshakerofgallifrey]

I'm sorry. I am so, so sorry but.... do all of the fandom-related questions, please.

A: Your current OTP.

I’ve got a thing going for Emberly and Grunt from Firebringer right now. I just love “Just a Taste”

B: A pairing you initially didn’t consider but someone changed your mind.

Robin and Regina from Once Upon a Time. Lana and Sean changed my mind.C: A pairing you wish you shipped, but just can’t.

Ruby and Victor (Once Upon a Time). A lot of fanfic authors write them, but I prefer Mulan/Ruby or Dorothy/Ruby.

D: What was the first thing you ever contributed to a fandom?

A Percy/Annabeth one-shot entitled “Simply Complex” for the Percy Jackson fandomE: Have you added anything stupid/cracky/hilarious to your fandom, if so, what?

I have written something cracky, but never posted it. Again, Percy Jackson.F: What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom? What fandom was it?

I’ve been reading Percy Jackson since I was nine and I’m 20 now so… I think that’s the longest. What constitutes being in a fandom?G: What was your first fandom?

Percy Jackson… Or maybe Harry Potter. Not completely sure.H: Do you prefer real-life TV shows or animated TV shows?

Live. I could never get really into cartoons.I: Has tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why?

No, I’ve just stopped liking fandoms on my own.J: Name a fandom you didn’t care/think about until you saw it all over tumblr.

Once Upon a Time. All I could tell was that it was kinda Disney-ish in modern settings, and it sounded SO COOL. So I started watching.K: How do you feel about the other people in your current fandom(s).

So far, everyone seems pretty cool. And they make gifts of everything so that’s like AMAZING.L: Your favorite fanartist/author gives you one request, what do you ask for?

I really want a cute Coffeeshop AU with Snow and Charming from Once Upon a Time. Like, thank you fandom for all the wonderful Captain Swan AUs, but I’d love love LOVE to see some Snowing AUs.M: A person who got you into a fandom and what fandom they pulled you in to.

My aunt bought me my first Harry Potter book when I was 12. I haven’t stopped reading them.N: Your favorite fandom (for the people; not the thing you fangirl over).

Def the Team Starkid fandom, because I feel like we all know our situation is strange, obsessing over a group of actors who mainly do parodies on YouTube, but we don’t care. We just band together and cheer them on.O: Choose a song at random, what ship does it remind you of?

”You Give Love a Bad Name” makes me think of Swarkles (Barney and Robin, HIMYM)P: Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas).

AU for season 9 finale HIMYM… Robin and Barney stay together and the writers don’t kill off the mother so Ted can be with Robin.Q: A ship you’ve abandoned and why.

Not that this was really an OTP, but I kinda liked them together, but Lily/Snape. As I got older, I thought, “Wow. That doesn’t seem healthy”R: A pairing you ship that you don’t think anyone else ships.

Schwoopsie and Tiblyn, FirebringerS: What’s a headcanon you have?

Harry’s scar was a lot cooler than depicted in the movies.T: What are your favorite male/male ships or female/female ships?

Zazzalil/Jemila (Starkid), Tony/Steve (MCU), Kurt/Blaine (Glee)U: What are your favorite male/female ships?

Captain Swan, Snowing, Outlaw Queen (or is it the other way around?), Percabeth, Swarkles, Lily/Marshall (did they have a ship name??), and that’s all I can think of tonightV: Do you have any 3-way ships? If so, what?

I don’t have any.W: 5 favorite characters from 5 different fandoms.

Annabeth Chase (PJO), the Lobster (Starkid), Emma Swan (OUAT), Peter Parker/Spiderman (MCU), Ginny Weasley (Harry Potter)X: 3 OTPs from 3 different fandoms.

Emma/Killian (OUAT), Tootsie/MegaGirl (Starkid), Harry/Ginny (Harry Potter)Y: A fandom you’re in but have no ships from.

Does Shakespeare count? I have no ships, really because I can’t understand who’s supposed to be with who half the time.Z: What’s a ship that you want to ship publicly, but everyone on tumblr hates it so you keep your mouth shut about it?

I don’t think I have one… Guess I’ll find out when I post