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colderdrafts · 2 years ago

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Trying to think out my character a lil more, template from here. Just for fun, sfw alphabet for my grumpy snake man Amren below the cut.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Pretty simple. He does not.

Well, at least not in a traditional way.

If you actually manage to get under Amren's skin he'll just kinda. Be in your proximity a lot. He might not even realize he's doing it himself, but if he likes you you're gonna spot him hanging around close by pretty often. It's some roundabout way for him to make sure you're safe. He doesn't know how to show affection so he's gonna need you to take the lead here he needs a hug jesus christ

Also, you're gonna smell like him. Don't ask how he does it. Sorry.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

It is extremely difficult to make friends with Amren, he actively tries to prevent it lmao. BUT if you manage somehow, he's the scary dog privilege friend. Honestly, most of the time you wont be able to tell if he wants to be there or not. He's still going to be a snarky bastard but at some point he's gonna figure out he actually likes your laugh - and experiment to find what brings it out. Is also the friend that will throw hands if you're in trouble no questions asked. He's subconsciously trying his best to make sure you feel safe with him around.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

If you actually somehow manage to get that close to him, congratulations. I hope you don't have plans because you're not going anywhere for a good while. Dw he's surprisingly comfortable when he coils around you.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Amren doesn't really think much about ''settling''. He's grown used to solitude, has made peace with that and he hasn't done anything to change plans. He's lonely though, so if he ever got over himself and succumbed to the horrendous ordeal of being known maybe he'd start thinking about it again.

He's a decent chef (when he actually bothers cooking) and keeps his place very clean.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Depends on context. If you've been shit to him he's gonna drop you without mercy (unlikely you'll even be in a relationship with him at all then, though. He's got a sense for this sorta thing). If it's just a general growing apart thing or something akin to it, pretty quickly it's gonna be a structured conversation face to face. If it ain't working, it ain't working. No point drawing things out. He's an expert band-aid ripper. Most likely still gonna want you in his life as a friend though.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

So uh. He takes this VERY seriously. It takes a long time for him to figure out what he wants from another person (he doesn't know what to do lmao save him), and understand what they want from him. He isn't exactly scared of commitment itself, he values the other person's trust a lot and is extremely loyal - he's just scared they're gonna get hurt. He doesn't care about rings or ceremonies, to him they're just superficial arrangements that don't mean anything. He cares about words and actions.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Emotionally? You know when you go to open a locked door, right? And it doesn't budge, of course. Imagine Amren's the door. Now imagine that door that doesn't budge suddenly slams open outwards and knocks you back on the pavement the second you try the handle.

If he likes you, he'll go easy on you though. Might even try to be supportive. It's not gonna be very effective.

Physically? He knows he's a pretty big guy with some unique abilities. He usually stays far away from others because of that. Does that count as 'gentle'?

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Go ahead. Hug him. I dare you.

Either extremely awkward or you'll feel like you're being crushed.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Amren has never said nor heard those words in his life. Ever.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He's never really had anyone to get jealous over, but if he finds someone he actually likes pursues someone else he might get a liil green eyed. Just a smidge. And it's gonna piss him off tremendously when he figures out that that's what's happening to him.

The other person will be none the wiser, though. He will keep it under very tight wraps.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Again, he has no idea how to do the whole 'affection-thing', but once he's over that he'll try. A lil clumsy, he thinks too much. Get him to relax, and it's very soft bordering on careful, mindful of his teeth and forked tongue unless you like them :). He likes forehead kisses most, both giving and receiving them.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He doesn't hate kids, but mostly tries to avoid them (not a fan of loud things) but if he has to deal with them he's firm, but gentle.

He does not want any of his own he's scared they're gonna be like him.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Depends how the night ended. Long night working security? Out hunting? He wont see the morning, and you wont see him unless you join him for a nap. Day off? Not a morning person. Slow, a grumpy kind of tired, taking his time enjoying things like coffee etc. Secretly a fan of the mundane soft things so expect him to just hover quietly a lot while you're just chilling making breakfast.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

If he trusts you, and you've shown you're comfortable with being close to him, he will take advantage of your body heat. He will wrap around you and you wont be able to stop him. He naturally runs cold, so bring a ton of blankets. You're gonna be stuck there.

If you haven't and you're staying the night, he's just gonna cover your basic needs and head to bed. You can take care of yourself, surely.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Remember the door? Yeah, that. It generally takes a loooong time for that door to open even a smidge. But once it does, he's gonna pull you inside and close it behind you.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Zero patience. Amren has no time for bullshit and he's gonna make damn sure you know. Don't test him. He needs to keep himself in check.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He's the kind of person who analyzes a lot, and he will remember pretty much everything you tell him - from your fav color to a funny story you wanted to share. He pays the most attention to your actions, though. He firmly believes they speak louder than words, and his opinion of you is mostly shaped by them.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

You made him genuinely laugh. That's not easy to do.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

This snake is on guard duty almost 24/7, and it multiplies whenever someone he cares about is around. He's very quiet about it though, so it's little difficult to pick up on.

Unless there's a active threat. It wont be there for long. He has no qualms getting his hands dirty if he can't get the perpetrator to back off with words alone.

Uncomfortable being the one who's being protected, though. It's a mix of hating feeling vulnerable and hating being the reason you're in harms way. He's a hypocrite like that.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

For the datey-stuff, sorry fam, you're gonna need to tell him if you like these things and want them to happen. Even then, he will just straight up ask you want you want and do his best to provide it. He's in no way a romantic or very creative when it comes to these things. He does very well in remembering important dates however, and makes sure to remember and complete everyday tasks.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He retreats a lot and keeps up walls - even if you've gotten close to him and he trusts you. If he's in a mood about something he will not let you coax him out of it. If you try, he will pull away from you. In truth he doesn't really feel like he deserves the care, but he doesn't know how to express that. He knows he's troublesome and it's partially an 'I can fix him'-situation and he hates it. He doesn't want to put that on anyone.

Also his never ending habit of being a rude bastard carries over at the worst of times - your family might not like him much at first.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He keeps up hygiene and does exercise because of his job, but that's mostly for health reasons. He's practical, wears stuff for temperature management more than style. Doesn't really care about 'looking good', and doesn't really get why others care. He knows how to be 'presentable' at work, but it's moreso to avoid attention lmao. You could walk around in the nude and he wouldn't bat an eye.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yep. And it frustrates him to no end that you have that effect on him.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He will drop prey immediately if he sees/smells it has young offspring.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Breaking promises, either to him or if he sees you do it to someone else.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Torso tucked within the coils of his tail in a completely silent, warm and dark room. Sometimes mumbles in his sleep.

#The great assembly #naga #monster x reader #sfw alphabet #this was pretty fun #tried to keep it non-spoilery a lot about him will be revealed later on but this was a good way for me to sorta get him clear in my mind #and have revised this so many times already and I get the sense I'll do it again but alas

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miawstic · 1 year ago

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oh hey!

it's me! I'm back!

lots of folks are flocking over from twitter right now, so now seems like a good time to start again for myself as well—though I've actually been thinking about starting again for a long time now. a lot has changed in my life and in return I've changed a lot about this blog, so I'll be talking about it all for a bit.

there'll be a tl;dr at the bottom if you don't feel like reading it all, but I'd appreciate if you did!

so, hey. I thought for a long time about what to do with this account. this place spawned and held a lot of memories of people who did me wrong and the mistakes I'd made, and it was bad enough for a while that I just didn't want to look at it at all.

it took a long time to accept what happened to me and that it shouldn't have happened, and that I shouldn't be protecting and supporting the people who were involved anymore. but, yeah, I think I was kinda groomed. that sucks, and I won't go into details about it. I'm thankful to have the clarity I have now as an adult to come to terms with it.

I considered wiping this account entirely and moving to a new account—both to try to erase what happened and to have a more appropriate place to house the new type of content I've moved onto. but, I've had this account since the day I turned 13. I'm 22 now. it's been my home and I'm not letting any assholes' influence taint it and take it away from me. also, I can post what I want, lol.

that all being said, though, I have updated the look of this this place to match my current tastes! I'd like to do even more, but I'll need to draw stuff to do that. so, while this blog has already been hugely overhauled, it'll continue to be a work in progress until I get the time to make some assets for it. I also wiped a large chunk of my old posts because, frankly, nobody needs to see all of that. and, y'know, memories of being groomed and all that, lol. I'd like to totally redo my about as well—maybe make a new one entirely somewhere else?

speaking of Blogs and Posting, I should probably let you all know that I'm not going to be posting anymore megaman content anymore—neither through my own posts nor reblogs. I've grown out of that fanbase, and I think it's time to move on for everyone's sake. if that disappoints you, I'm sorry, but also, I'm not sorry because this is the best thing for me. I don't need it anymore, but I'm grateful for all the growing I did while being into it. you're entirely welcome to leave if cookie run and my ocs aren't your jam—thanks for staying with me all this time! and to those who choose to stay regardless, you have my whole heart. thank you to both!

I can't say how often I'll be posting here, as I've gotten a lot of things in my life now that eat up my time (this is a good thing, in my teenage years I would've never imagined having the responsibilities I have now!). on top of two jobs, I also co-own the cookie run kingdom wiki now! managing and improving that place takes a LOT of my time, seriously. it's made me slow down significantly in making my art, but that's alright—I seriously love it there, and I've met so many amazing people and built a lot of other skills from being there. like coding! I can do that now! I'm responsible for coding and designing a very big portion of the templates and extra styling on there, and I'm very, very proud of it! being a representative of the wiki, you can always feel free to ask me about the site, its policies, etc. here. also, I'll probably be going back to school soon...

but anyways, oh yeah, art. I've got a pretty good backlog of completed drawings that I'll be posting to here. I'll be queuing the posts to come out at probably a rate of one a day until they're up, though. no more posting 7 pieces in one day and posting the next in 3 months (at least for now 🤔). like I said, I don't have a ton of time to draw constantly like I used to, but I'll do what I can in making more in the future. as for what I'll be drawing, I mean, probably cookie run. maybe some ocs though, because I've got a few ideas. maybe things from my other interests? we'll see! I've also been sculpting a lot, actually...

and yeah, don't let the seriousness of this post fool you; I'll certainly still be reblogging dumb, non-serious posts like I always did. fixing up the look of the blog itself is enough professionalism I think 😵‍ also! I'll be letting up on all the trigger warning tags I had used in the past—scopophobia, animals, food, that kind of thing—because I've literally never been asked to tag anything like that. I mean, feel free to let me know if you do need things like those tagged, but, starting now, I'm going to take it a little easier with the tags. very common triggers (blood, abuse, so on) will still be tagged, of course.

I think that's it? yeah. nice to be here again, it's much more relaxed and individualized than twitter! I think I almost felt intimidated by tumblr for a long time since it almost feels like posts need to have more "purpose" than tweeting on twitter. but, like, I'm older and give less of a shit now. my house, I post silly thing.

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thanks for reading if you did! here's your tl;dr:

I've deleted the majority of my old posts and revamped the look and theming of my blog to have a fresh start, to cut rotten ties, and to have a place that suits my current self. also so I don't have to be embarrassed every time I post.

no more megaman! in terms of art, it'll be cookie run and maybe some ocs, or whatever else. art won't be frequent, though, because I'm always busy with work and the crk wiki.

I'll be posting my backlog of completed art over the next few days.

I'm no longer tagging the more specific trigger tags like scopophobia (unless you really want me to???).

you should commission dani.

#mad gab #grooming mention /#do we still use slashes in tags? maybe I'm just a grandpa

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rustyironskillet · 11 months ago

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"Zombie" Apocalypse OC Chart

So I saw someone I follow use this template and wanted to make my own. I put zombie in quotations because my oc isnt really in a zombie apocalypse but more of whats going on in Mycopsychosys, a game by Delta Cat Studios, I'll link their twitter and itch.io below incase anyone want to check it out.

It is a really good game and is set in Spain, which is nice to see since I am also from there and I don't get to see lots of game set there. I really like their ideas for the world and while there are a few divergents from the game and the world of my oc, everything else i basically the same.

The OC's, name Apollo or Apo for short, lore is that they are sick and dying of cancer when their is a huge spore out break, infecting millions of people. They manage to not get infected by wearing a mask and get out of the hospital, which is full of infected people. Once escaping, Apo has to figure out what to do with the rest of their life and decides to get a journel and document their final days. Queue them traveling to as many places as possible and recording every single day in their journel, so that if in the future someone find their book, they would now how humanity ended.

In the background of all of this, the mycelium that is infecting people is slowly becoming more and more sentient and now has to ability to be more crafty when infecting other humans. It now can plan attacks, push peoples buttons, smoke them out of enclosed areas, etc, however, it lacks a lot compassion and empathy.

The mycelium, using the body of an infected person, finally catches Apo and is about to rip off their mask when Apo tries to strike a deal, if the mycelium lets them continue writing about the last days of humanity until their journel runs out of pages and then they'll willfully get infected. The mycelium agrees, partially because their is about a hand full of humans left alive in the world so its not like Apo can avoid, and partially because they want to see where this will got.

After a while of surviving the apocalypse together, the mycelium ended all humans except Apo by this point, Apo finally get on their last few pages. Unfortunately, their cancer is catching up to them so they ask the mycelium to bring them somewhere nice to die. The mycelium ends up taking them to the ground zero, where the physical mycelium is, and lays them down is a patch of mushrooms as Apo finishes writing their final page.

As soon as they finish, Apo give their journel to the mycelium and asks them to take care of the book and when they become a civilization, because Apo believe they can be, to let anyone read it so they can know how the last days of humanity were. The mycelium, who learned about different emotions and how to navigate thme through Apo, learns the last emotion they ever will from them, grief. They promise to fulfill Apo's last wish and Apo take off their mask reveling a smile that has been hidden under neath it and take a deep breath, in filling their lungs with the spores of the mycelium.

Sorry for the info dump on my oc but I hope you like their lore! The ending of it can just stay like that or it can have a good ending with the mycelium working to get rid of the cancer inside Apo and preserve their bodies till they are healthy again and can come back a see the future world, but I kinda prefer the original ending.

Anyway here is the character sheet.

Sorry for the bad quality of the images, I didn't draw this on an actual drawing software but on of those remarkable tables for pdf annotation.

Here are the links by the way

Mycopsychosys on itch.io

Delta Cat Studio Twitter

And the link to the blank templete

#zombie apocalypse #oc #original character #oc lore #lore dump #Mycopsychosys #Delta Cat Studio #Character chart #character sheet #writeblr #writing #writing dump

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inventors-fair · 2 years ago

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Teamwork Makes the Dreamwork Commentary

I’m sorry for the delay; I’m bad at time management and school had to be my priority but now that I’m out I’m gonna try to be faster on the draw. This was a fun contest to judge though, and I hope a fun one to do.

- @loreholdlesbian

Atarka and Dromoka by @lich-of-the-golgari

It’s hard to picture the first mode being chosen very often. It still gives your opponents an opening to cast stuff, they just can’t surprise you after blockers. And the whole card pushes you toward the board wipe option, cause this is something you’re gonna be using to close out a game so clearing out a lot of potential blockers or things that might hit you on the crackback is gonna be much more relevant than stopping combat tricks.

Krenko and Yeva by @greensunzenith

Seems odd for a multicolored card to push you to only really play one color. What about something like “Once each turn, you may cast a green creature spell as though it had flash” and “Whenever you cast a red creature spell during an opponent’s turn, create a number of 1/1 red Goblin creature tokens equal to its mana value.” That pushes you in a more multicolor direction than a monogreen one.

Liesa and Sigarda by @little-red-rabbit

First of all, templating stuff. You forgot both “Angel” and “Legendary”. Lifelink and hexproof should be lowercase, Human should be uppercase since it’s a subtype, and it should be “each player” not “each players”. Secondly, I really think this should require exiling that creature card, rather than any card. It feels more natural and is less prone to loops.

Tajic and Zegana by @sparkyyoungstartup and @dimestoretajic

Excellent job getting into the spirit of team ups by teaming up irl. I feel like Tajic is contributing much here, just the indestructible, otherwise this feels all Zegana. And frankly the indestructible on this is worrying me. This is a huge value engine and the ability to stop any removal from disrupting it makes it really scary. Something more like Iroas’s ability like “prevent all damage that would be dealt to this creature while it’s attacking” would be less problematic and still in flavor. I’m not exactly sure how to make this feel more Tajicy though, cause the design feels pretty solid and contained as is; anything added would just feel tacked on, i think you’d have to completely rework to integrate hum better.

Silumgar and Sidisi by @halfsilveredmirror

Part of the stipulation of this contest was that I didn’t want either to have their colors swallowed up by the other. Two UB characters would be fine, but a UB character and a B character isn’t, cause I wanted both characters represented in the mana cost. The mechanics are kinda similar too; while I can see where you’re coming from with what Sidisi adds to this (and I’m not counting off much for this), with the deathtouch and the sacrifice, nothing about this really feels like it couldn’t be silumgar. Sidisi just feels a little lost in this design. The biggest problem though is that I think this card is just gonna be a bit oppressive. Repeatedly mindcontrolling your opponents’ creatures is gonna make it really hard for them to develop any kind of board state.

Krenko and Lavinia by @dabudder

Image Description: Krenko and Lavinia stand in the middle of a ravnican square, with lavinia commanding krenkos forces during the phyrexian invasion. We can see goblins performing various actions, including tackling a phyrexian, calling for more goblins, and pulling allies off the ground. Krenko is revelling in the chaos of the scene, whereas lavinia is much more focused on strategic execution of the plan.

This is a cool way to combine the two characters (not to mention how I like the flavor of combining them; an azorius person and a mob boss is a cool team up for the MOM-unlikely-allies-style), and in a vacuum the modes seem relatively even. The problem only comes up when it’s combined with the trigger. I think the “number of goblins” thing really pushes you to choose the token mode most of the time.

Yisan and Jalira by @an-anarchist-shapeshifter

The original Jalira is often used with a strategy of running only a few creature cards, ones you want to cheat into, and using noncreature cards that make tokens as fodder. This feels like it would play the exact same, just with the addition of green beasties and not just blue ones. I don’t think that’s particularly interesting, and I don’t think that’s what you were going for given it makes the whole verse counter thing irrelevant. I think you could fix this with one simple addition: make you have to sacrifice nontoken creatures. That encourages a much more creature-heavy toolboxy strategy that you seem to be going for, cause you need to be running lots of creatures to be able to consistently fuel it.

Urabrask and Sheoldred by @just--a--penguin

This is a cool way to signify their team up. I like the “you may sac. If you do your opponents all sac” combined with different effects when you ssac stuff vs your opponents sac stuff. Definitely does feel more sheoldredy than urabrasky though, and those rewards you get/punishments your opponents get for sacking are really strong, even without the card giving you a way to fulfil them.

Sigarda and Liesa by @fractured-infinity

Great choice for a team up, something like this would be great to see on the return to innistrad to show the two of them working together. This seems like a neat fusion of their respective abilities as well. There are some minor tweaks I’d suggest- namely, rather than caring about whether your ability exiled it, just check whether its a card you own. Isn’t exactly the same, but it just seems simpler.

Jalira and Yisan by @bergdg

I really like that this isn’t just a mashup of the abilities of their previous cards but something new that makes sense for them. Yisan calls up the animals (wolves), and Jalira transforms them. If this is meant to be a replacement effect though, which I assume it is based on the “instead” and the flavor, if needs to be “If you would create a creature token” not “Whenever you do”. I also feel like this card does a bit too much of the work for you and all.

Ravi and the Baron’s Son by @wolkemesser

This is very cool but *damn* does it get annoying fast. Repeatable mind control effects are scary, and really discourage your opponent from doing much- though the power limitation does help. I think if this only gained control for as long as you control Ravi and the Baron’s Son, that would be a lot better. And it would make the deathtouch interesting too. They can throw a big creature in front of this card to get their creatures back but it’ll always trade.

Muzzio and Selvala by @snugz

The wording of the first ability is unclear. Does it only trigger once per turn or once per creature per turn? I like how you have this designed though. It uses the same resources as convoke, lots of creatures you’re willing to tap, but doesn’t compete with it cause of the first ability. Or you could just go the artifact route of course.

Garna and Radha by @curiooftheheart

This seems really pushed. A 4 mana 4/4 menace vigilance haste is already extremely solid base, and the haste means it gives you an immediate near-refund on the mana you spent to cast it. Ramping you by 3 seems like a lot, even without accounting for how the activated ability gives you a good outlet for it. I definitely think the activated ability should be sorcery speed. That would add a bit of tension since your creatures have to survive combat in order to sac them and take advantage of the mana; as is, you can hope for that but if they get unprofitably blocked, you sac them anyway, no harm no foul, you just don’t get a card. The shape of the card is cool, it just needs the numbers readjusted

Adrix, Nev, and Blex by @squeezyboi

Three person team up is a lil odd, but it’s pairing a card that was already a teamup so it makes sense. Sultai tokens is cool, I like what this is building to, and this seems like a thematic combination of the 2-3 characters. I’m kinda confused by the “if a creature token was sacrificed this way, you gain 1 life”. That ability could probably just be “sacrifice a creature token” straight up, but if you like the flexibility of hitting any token but want to still encourage creature tokens, 1 life isn’t really any encouragement. Especially not when you have pretty easy access to lifelink. But if you aren’t trying to encourage that, I’m not sure what that’s doing there. Basically, it either wants a stronger reward for sacrificing creature tokens or no reward.

Krenko and Massacre Girl by @grornt

I like the flavor of this, these two seem like people I could definitely picture teaming up. This massacre girl doesn’t seem all that great at massacring though if im being honest; since this card doesn’t have the cascading death triggers deal the first one does, i feel like it should be at least -2/-2 (with the stats readjusted to compensate).

Haktos and Gaalia by @thaneofstuff

This is a pretty straightforward combination of the two characters’ cards. Flavorfully, it doesn’t really make much sense that Haktos doesn’t have the invulnerability, but it’s definitely the right mechanical call.

Aurelia and Rakdos by @hypexion

Fun combo. They definitely have the “unlikely allies” vibe that the MOM teamups were going for. I like the reference to mentor too, and how it’ll slowly bring all your creatures up to 6 or 7 power (though realistically your opponent will be dead by then).

Garna and Radha by @hiygamer

This is interesting; it’s not just one ability from one and one ability from the other. Adding mana for each creature that died this turn is a great combo of the two, and sacrificing a single creature to boost this is a good way to enable the card without it doing all the work for you. You’re still gonna want to find better ways to sac stuff

Pir and Okaun by @yourrightfulking

It’s not infinite (unless you’re *really* lucky), but the combo of this plus Zndrsplt is incredible, especially in a coin flipping deck. This card seems really durdly basically and leads to long terms, but it also seems like *a lot* of fun. I really like the second ability, I just think the ability that flips coins itself should be a little more limited.

Melira and Skrelv by @spooky-bard

Flavorfully, I’ll be honest I have no idea what’s going on here, why they’re teaming up. Mechanically though, it’s quite interesting. It’s a poison card that lets your opponents get in on the poisoning fun in multiplayer without putting you at much risk, which is good cause part of the problem with poison in multiplayer is that you’re attacking on a different angle than your opponents probably are so you’re having to do all the work. I did say I didn’t want a monocolor character paired with a multicolor character that includes that color, and Melira was GW last time we saw her but we’ve also seen her mono green before, and besides Skrelv’s influence on this card is extremely obvious, so this isn’t really a strike against the card.

Jolrael and Tinybones by @yd12k

It’s a small thing, but I really like a team-up that cares about both drawing and discard. It feels correct. (GB is an odd pair for it, I’d expect UB, but it does work). I do wonder if that ability should require a tap or something. I’m also not *quite* sure this works lorewise, since Jolrael’s on zhalfir and tinybones is on dominaria, but it’s an edge case and technically we don’t know how long tinybones has been around so this could take place in the past.

Chandler and Joven by @i-am-the-one-who-wololoes

Okay, well, someone had to do it. As much of a meme as it is though, this is actually a really neat design. I’m not exactly sure where this might be played. It’s not really a commander, since it’s so reactive (I mean there’s definitely enough artifacts running around to take advantage of, it’s just hard to build a deck around). And it’s probably a bit expensive for being a hate card. But it’s a cool card even so, it seems fun to play with.

Rafiq and Uril by @shakeszx

Why is this naya? One of the characters is naya and one is bant. I could see just GW if you didn’t want to make a 4 color card, but naya feels weird. I do wish this had exalted though tbh; it would work well with the ability (which was the intention im sure) and would feel a bit more rafiqy.

Mangara and Kaervek by @horsecrash

This is straightforward, but I like it. It’s gonna be pretty annoying to deal with though, there’s gonna be a lot of calculations going on with this.

Moraug and Kazuul by @arixordragc

I really like Minotaur + Ogre tribal; the tribes are similar, and it lets you work with higher card quality than you’d be able to do by doing either individually. My only real critique is that I think the landfall ability might push it a bit too much in one direction.

Ulrich and Henrika by @ozthearistocrat

Werewolves and vampires, together at last. It doesn’t transform in the way I’d expect a werewolf to but that’s probably fine. On the backside though, deathtouch, lifelink, two +1/+1 counters, and fight seems like a lot for 3 mana though.

Hakim and Rayne by @bandswithblog

Why the last ability? Downsides certainly aren’t a bad thing in card design but they should make the card more fun, and I’m just not sure this one does. I like the Auraristocrats of the rest of this though. Okay realistically you probably aren’t doing a ton of sacrificing auras, but even just the basic use of getting a refund when your enchanted stuff dies is good especially in combo with being able to recur your auras.

Adamaro and Soramaro by @helloijustreadyourpost

This card doesn’t feel especially red, though I know counting your opponents’ hand is what Adamaro the red spirit here did so I can see why you went with these two of the cycle. I think this could do with a bit more redness though. Maybe something like “Whenever ~ attacks, any number of target players each discard a card at random. Each player who discards a card this way draws two cards.” I think that both a) makes it feel a lot more red and b) adds some interesting decision making to this card. With all that said though, this is a really neat design that seems fun to play.

Gonti and Yahenni by @shootingstarhunter

This is a really cool way to combine Gonti’s theft with Yahenni’s vampirey stuff. I like this a lot. The stats make this interesting. Haste means you get immediate value of course, and deathtouch means it’s always gonna trigger when it gets in combat, but being a 3/2 means it’s really vulnerable in combat. You’re gonna want to find some way to protect it.

Urabrask and Skrelv by @bread-into-toast

Skrelv’s part here feels small, but it’s pretty important. When you have a card like this that needs to attack to trigger, evasion is a very useful thing. Not to mention the hexproof, cause this can be pretty scary. I almost wonder if it should be more like 2P/W to make protecting this a little bit more tricky.

Kopala and Zetalpa by @stupidstupidratcreatures

I am very intrigued by the image of a merfolk riding a giant flying dinosaur through the air. I really like the design, keyword soup is a cool fit for back up and the multiple backups turn this into a real potential game ender. I don’t feel like kopala actually adds much here though. There’s no real reason this needs to be blue, and the ward just doesn’t add a ton.

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myonlysecretly · 1 year ago

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How do you make your own sigils?

Sorry for late reply but I kinda don't get notifications anymore from Tumblr

Ok so there are many ways. My favorite is writing down intention and the focusing to "feel" how the sigil that suits it should look like. Basically doodle with intention in mind. (Although this takes practice, I guess bc you must be in tune with intuition a lot)

But most people start with different method: you write down what you want to achieve, then cross all repeating letter and vowels in your intention then combine the letters into a symbol that will become your sigil

There is also square method but I don't practice it. So in this method you could for example assign numbers to letters and use planetary square to make a sigil: basically letter method but more complicated bc you don't combine letters you just draw planetary square and connect each number you got from intention with straight lines to make your sigil

There's also wheel method. You google a sigil wheel template on google images and you'll do crossing letters too then you connect letters you're left with on the template you get from Google (or here on Tumblr I guess there's some of those templates as well ;) )

I guess this is chaotic explanation, but I hope this helps ☺️

#baby witch #witchraft

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weixuldo · 2 years ago

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The Sith Lord’s Ingénue

Darth Vader x Reader// Ch1

(A/N: hii!! i’m finally back, this chapter is kinda choppy cause it’s mostly exposition, but i’ve set it up to be all in present time for the rest of the story!! i hope you enjoy this one!)

You’re a standard empire worker when you accidentally bump into an infamous sith lord. Mysterious letters begin to appear as you progress your career, they guide you. Little do you know the sender happens to be infatuated with you. What will happen when you find out who they are?

warnings: totalitarian government, stalking? (implied), canon typical violence

wc: 1716

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You grew up in Coruscant where you spent your childhood exploring the different cultures of the universe. Your father worked in a lower position for the Republic, while your mother taught at one of Coruscant’s many universities. Their careers had a lot of influence on your interests as a kid. From a young age you were very curious about the world around you. You admired the architecture, the unique mechanic styles, and the governments of different systems. You wanted to know it all.

Oftentimes your parents would find you in your room drawing designs late at night. You spent a decent amount of time imagining how you would run an ideal system, taking the best governments of the universe and finding the best way to string them together. It was your dream to design and help rule a successful nation. But childhood bliss could not last forever.

The republic fell when you were a teenager, you could vividly remember the widespread panic that ensued after the news broke, especially on Coruscant. So many people lived under the protection of the republic, and now their stability was gone. Many people tried to relocate and try to escape the new Empire, but others just gave into the new regime. Sadly, your parents were some of those people.

They didn’t subscribe to the empire’s philosophy, but they complied with the new laws out of fear. Your father was on thin ice with the new government since he previously worked for the republic. He was stripped of his job and was blacklisted from any future employment. Your mother’s Academy was closed and she was left to take on a small job as a waitress in a local diner. As time progressed your parents became much more docile and shadows of their former selves.

By the time it was time for you to enter the workforce, your father encouraged you to find a job working for the empire, he wanted to make sure you had at least a chance. You had your reservations, but ultimately they were offering the best benefits and with your current situation you couldn’t really say no.

Eventually you found an entry level position stationed out of Naboo. Your days were filled with tedious paperwork and monotonous tasks. After a few months of nothing, you began to help solve minor conflicts with the citizens of Naboo. Some of your sector managers were taken by your effective solutions and quick pace.

One day you were delivered an official statement of promotion. You began to take your job more seriously once you set a goal for yourself. You wanted to work closely with the higher ups of the empire, providing your architectural designs, input on civil and intergalactic affairs, and having a seat at the table to discuss the lawmaking of the galactic empire.

About a year and a half later you were promoted to the highest position you could obtain on the Naboo base. Your progression through the ranks was like no other. Many governmental officials had their eyes on you and you were flooded by job offers each day. You were flattered they respected your knowledge, but you still had your heart set on the position that would put you by the Emperor himself.

One day you were running down some templates to another floor when you bumped into a tall armored figure. You apologized, gathering the papers before standing in shock.

“I-I’m very sorry, sir….Oh! I’m so sorry my lord!”

He was alone in the hallway, unusual. Where were the entourage of troopers that seemed to follow him everywhere?

He took a moment to look you up and down before he held out a gloved hand. Initially he was furious someone dared run into him, but once he saw you , he was oddly…captured.

“What is your name?” he asked calmly, but to you it sounded more like he was demanding.

“Um, F/N L/N, my lord” you said awkwardly bowing, was he going to have you killed?

He gave a curt nod and continued walking down the long corridor.

What the fuck.

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Many of your co-workers grew jealous of your success and began to try and sabotage your chances at a promotion. For some reason The Emperor’s right hand man, Darth Vader began making regular excursions to the Naboo base.

His attendance created a tense working environment, most of your colleagues tried to take this time to kiss the empire’s ass. Whereas you were focused on the plans for a small base that was to be placed on Hoth.

You had a patch of pretty rough months. Your father died from an incurable illness and your co-workers managed to have every one of your designs turned down. You were on the brink of mental exhaustion, ready to throw in the towel when the letters began to appear.

You came to your desk one morning and found an old fashioned envelope sealed and stamped on your desk. The envelope was nice quality but the lettering on the front seemed to have been typed. The seal on the back was the classic imperial crest. Inside you found a typed letter detailing how to go about pitching your next design.

You were confused, was this just another prank from your colleagues?

The more you examined the letter the more confused you became. The bottom was signed in ink and only initialed “V”, in messy handwriting. There was no one in the office with a V in their name and the penmanship was one you had never seen. Feeling defeated by your sabotaging coworkers, you decided to take the letter’s advice. What did you have to lose?

After the meeting, your plans were approved. You couldn’t believe it, the advice actually worked?!

But the letters didn’t stop there. You tried to uncover who this mysterious helper was but your research came back inconclusive. You continued getting letters for the next few years until you ended up securing a position working as an imperial architect. You were set to work out of the infamous Executor.

You continued to receive mysterious notes, each one increasingly personal. They asked questions about your life, helped you refine your skills, they turned out to be weirdly comforting. Being raised as an only child you were always a bit of a loner, especially now. It seemed the only friends you had were yourself and the letters.

You still never found out the sender of the messages, but you assumed it was someone on the Naboo base. The night before you left you wrote your mentor back and thanked them for the advice. You thanked them for being there for you and wished them well. You wrote your letter as a goodbye since you were no longer going to be living on the base.

To others the notes were unsettling, but over time you found they were the only stability in your life and atleast someone out there was looking out for you.

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You arrived on the large ship to a battalion of stormtroopers lining the exit ramp. You walked onto the landing pad and continued down the row of soldiers. Apparently the Empire really did not want people wandering around. A diplomatic man approached you, “F/N L/N?”.

You nodded and he escorted you out of the hangar. He took you around the maze that was the Executor, finally ending at a polished black door.

“These will be your chambers. You will begin work tomorrow, report to sector D, room 15.”

And with that the man turned on his heel and quickly moved on. You were now just standing at the end of this hallway with your bags and supplies. Umm… What were you supposed to do now? And how were you going to find sector D? What was the room number again?

You brushed off your confusion and tried to open the door. Surprisingly you managed to get it open, you were to set a pin for the room, so you stood by the door typing and retyping the pin for a good ten minutes.

Exhausted, you finally managed to enter the room. You set your belongings down and began to unpack.

The room was actually quite spacious inside, the interior was a clean smooth white. You scanned the room before your eyes landed on a familiar looking envelope sitting on the desk in the corner. It couldn’t be, could it?

You approached the letter and opened the imperial crest symbol before sliding the paper out.

“Welcome to your new home, F/N. I am pleased you arrived safely. You will begin work tomorrow morning, I have enclosed the directions to your station at sector D room 15. I wish you the best, as always,

V.”

You couldn’t believe your eyes, your mentor was here, they were watching you. You looked around the room, heart racing. This was quite unsettling, you thought you left your mentor when you left Naboo. The more you thought about it you were oddly greatful they were here, at least there was something familiar around here….right?

You tried your best to brush it off and you continued to get ready for bed. Unfortunately there was a group of off duty troopers benign rowdy in the hallway, apparently even the most intimidating soldiers were just dumb kids at heart. You popped your head out into the hall and politely asked them to quiet down. But instead of compiling they laughed in your face and continued to get louder. Annoyed, you crawled into bed and pulled the covers over your head.

After an hour or so, you finally drifted off to sleep on your new soft bed when you heard banging on your door. You jumped up to investigate when you heard a trooper’s modulated voice.

“He’s here! Help us!”

You rubbed the sleep from your eyes. Who was here?

“He’s Here! Lord Vader is here!”

Lord Vader, as in Darth Vader?! The most feared man in the galaxy? You didn’t know much about him, other than he was a ruthless and terrifying Sith lord. You were not about to get in between a conflict on your first night there. You hurried back into bed, hoping the infamous man would not come looking for you too. Little did you know he already had his eyes on you. He had for a long time.

As he walked through past the sliced armor of the troopers he slayed, he took a small envelope from behind his belt and placed it gently under your door. You would be his.

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(a/n: if you made it this far, thanks for giving it a chance! I’m so glad I’m finally settled into college so I can write more!)

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waitimcomingtoo · 4 years ago

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Dummy

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: Peter is the only one of the Avengers who doesn’t tease you for being a little slow

Masterlist

Now you weren’t exactly dumb.

You were just a little slow.

When you joined the Avengers last year, the team learned pretty quickly that your mind moved at a different pace than everyone else. It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing and it didn’t keep you from doing your job, it just meant you were the butt of most of the jokes. Every time one of your blunders happened, your intelligence would be mocked in some way. You knew it was all in good fun, but it hurt to it feelings every now and then. The only person who never poked fun at you was Peter. And for that reason, he was your favorite on the team.

“How are there 23 minutes left in this movie and I still don’t know any of the characters names?” Steve wondered as you all sat in the couch in Stark Towers, watching a movie on a particularly rainy afternoon.

“I think the main kids name is Phoenix. That’s all I got though.” Sam shook his head, just as confused as Steve.

“The dogs name is Benson.” Bucky mumbled quietly.

“Who names their kid Phoenix?” Peter wondered out loud as he shoveled popcorn into his mouth. The two of you were tucked into the corner of the couch, sharing a blanket and bowl of popcorn. You looked at him like he was crazy when you heard his question.

“Ummm, Joaquin Phoenix’s parents.” You scoffed and rolled your eyes. You turned your attention back to the movie as a silence settled in the room. You felt everyone’s eyes on you after a minute and looked around to see everyone staring at you with a dumbfounded expression.

“What?” You asked shyly, shrinking down a little in your seat in discomfort.

“That’s his last name.” Sam stated, chuckling a little under his breath. You realized your mistake and felt your face heat up.

“Oh.” You mumbled, your voice getting drowned out as the rest of the Avengers laughed at your expense.

“Did she really just say that?” Nat looked at the group with a playful smile. Everyone, excluding Peter, nodded as their laughter died down.

“Oh my God.” Steve chuckled. “That’s so stupid.”

There was that word again.

He didn’t mean it maliciously. Steve was the kinda of guy who ushered spiders into a magazine so he could let them outside. And yet, it still stung when he said that word.

Stupid.

You smiled sheepishly and tried to focus on the movie, snuggling closer to Peters side until it ended. You were fully aware that he was the only one who didn’t laugh, and you loved him that.

And maybe you loved him for a few other reasons too.

“Alright. Who has money for the subway?” Sam asked the group as he patted his empty pockets. You were on another late night trip to get cookies from a specific shop in Times Square, leaving without Tony’s knowledge. Everyones hands went to their pockets and collectively made a face.

“Not me.” Rhodey shrugged.

“I don’t have any.” Bruce added.

“I don’t even have pockets.” Nat realized.

“I have gum.” Peter proudly produced a silver wrapper from his pocket. “Oh wait, it’s just a wrapper.”

“You’re telling me we’re earth’s mightiest heroes and we’re broke?” Sam shook his head is disdain.

“I gave my last dollar to a guy in the subway for playing music.” Peter defended himself.

“What was he playing?” You asked him as you tiredly leaned against his arm.

“A mandolin.” Peter answered, making your face scrunch up.

“That’s a language.” You laughed at him slightly, feeling empowered by having the upper hand. Everyone looked at you and a few of them snorted.

“Mandarin is a language.” Bruce said gently, not wanting to embarrass you further. “Not mandolin.”

“What?” You blinked in confusion and looked to Peter for answers.

“A mandolin is an instrument, dummy.” Sam chortled. You smiled tightly as the group laughed at your mistake, looking down to hide your blush.

“Oh. Sorry. My bad.” You laughed shyly as you tucked your hair behind your ear and pretending to read a nearby sign.

“That’s okay.” Peter spoke up in your defense. “They sound really similar. Plus like, French, French Horn. Who knows what’s going on?”

“Yeah.” Bucky said softly. “Or like, bra’s aren’t pointy anymore.”

Bruce nodded like it made perfect sense and Sam just shook his head as he texted.

“What?” You whispered to Peter, not knowing what he meant.

“He’s from the 1920s. He’s still adjusting.” Peter whispered to you out of the corner of his mouth before looking at Bucky. “That’s the spirit. Kind of.”

“FRIDAY is sending a car.” Sam informed the group. “This is never happening again. The cookies aren’t that good.”

“They’re pretty good.” Rhodey shrugged, but wanting the late Nate tradition to end. Sam looked at him for a moment before breaking into a smile.

“Hell yeah they are. Let’s do this again tomorrow.”

Bruce found you in the lab the next day with a pin between your teeth and a pencil behind your ear. Papers with drawings of suits were scattered around the table as you measured a piece of black fabric.

“What are you doing?” Bruce wondered as he took a seat across from you. You glanced up at him before marking a dot on the fabric.

“Mr. Stark asked me to help him with the new suits. I’m trying to make a fabric template for Nat’s gloves.” You told him as you smoothed the fabric out.

“Is it hard?” He asked, watching you intently as you worked.

“Not really.” You shrugged and took a step back to examine your work. “Okay. How many holes do we need? 1,2,3,4,5.” You counted your fingers. “Okay. Five holes.”

You sat back down and put five dots where her fingers would be to mark where you had to cut. You heard a slight chuckle from Bruce and looked up at him curiously.

“Did you just count your fingers?” He asked slowly, wanting to make sure he saw what he thought he had. “To know how many fingers Nat has?”

Your face burned when you realized how dumb you looked, in front of a scientific genius no less.

“Oh, Uh, yeah.” You stammered, feeling very insecure with him watching you now. You moved slower than before and second guessed moves you’d already made a hundred times. Bruce sensed your discomfort and got out of his seat, tapping the table twice as he thought.

“Have you ever heard the expression “the lights are on but nobody’s home’?” He asked you and you were grateful he changed the subject.

“Yeah, I think I have.” You smiled, proud of yourself for knowing something.

“It reminds me of you.” Bruce said so politely that you didn’t realize it was an insult at first. He left the lab to find Tony, leaving you feeling embarrassed and a little hurt. Everyone knew Bruce could hurt you ten times worse with his words than the Hulk could with his fists, you’d just never been his target before. You slumped down in your seat and continued making the gloves, your mood significantly dampened from before he came in the room.

You walked into the kitchen the next morning, sleepily rubbing your eyes. You pressed a chaste kiss on Peters shoulder as you passed him, also more affectionate to your best friend when you were half asleep. You smiled at Rhodey, who was seated at the bar and skimming through a newspaper.

“Did you eat yet?” You asked him through a yawn as you got out yogurt and fruit for yourself.

“No. I needed my coffee first.” He smiled sleepily at you and held up his mug.

“Oh, you mean your sugar with a spoonful of coffee?” You teased him. “Yeah, it’s good you got that out of the way.”

“I prefer it this way. The sugar wakes me up.” Peter defended his drink as he took a sip.

“That’s what the caffeine is supposed to do, mi amor.” You laughed as you ruffled his bed head ridden hair. He was about to make a comeback when his stomach rumbles loudly.

“Someone’s hungry.” You remarked. “Do you want eggs?”

“No thanks.” Peter shook his head. “I can’t eat eggs alone.”

“Well I’m here. And Rhodey’s right there, so you’re not alone.” You told him. “And I can grab Steve and Bucky. They’re just in the other room.”

Rhodey looked up from his newspaper with raised eyebrows and looked at Peter. Peter set his mug down and made a face at Rhodey that told him not to say anything. You looked between the two of them in confusion as you wondered what was going on.

“I meant alone as in without toast, sweetness.” Peter said gently, not wanting you to feel dumb for misunderstanding. “But I am glad you’re here.”

“Oh.” You faked a smile and shrugged like it was no big deal. Peter had handled the situation with ease and you didn’t feel as embarrassed as you normally would. That is until…

“You know, Y/n, it’s a good thing you’re pretty.” Rhodey nodded before going back to his newspaper. You froze with your spoonful of yogurt midway to your mouth and looked at him. He didn’t actually call you dumb, but it was implied. You looked at Peter to see if he was thinking the same thing, but his face had nothing but kindness on it.

“You are pretty.” He agreed with Rhodey. “But you’re a lot of other things too.”

You cracked a smile and rubbed his back for a moment in appreciation.

“Thanks Peter.” You said softly and went back to your breakfast. Not wanting to worry him, you ignored the way Rhodey’s comment made you feel and tried to push it from your mind. But no hard you tried to focus on other things, you had one thought prodding at the back of your head.

You were dumb.

A week went by without anyone poking fun at your intelligence. You had a sneaking suspicion Peter had something to do with the lack of comments, but you said nothing. It was nice to have a break from all the teasing and it made hanging out with the team more enjoyable. You all lingered around the kitchen one day, eating all different kinds of lunch when Tony came in the room.

“Eat up, funky bunch.” He clapped his hands. “We have a mission in Alaska to train for and I need all hands on deck. Cap, do you think you can teach Peter that spinny thingy you do?”

“I can try.” Steve looked at Peter and nodded.

“Great. I’m getting a manicure. I’ll be back around noon.” Tony informed you all.

“Wait, I thought you said all hands on deck.” You tilted your head at him.

“I did. Which I why I have to make sure my hands look the best.” Tony waved flirtatiously, wiggling his fingers around like a teenage girl. He smirked as his action was met with some eye rolls and a few chuckles before leaving the room.

“I can’t believe we’re going to Alaska.” Peter nudged you excitedly and you smiled with glee.

“Is Alaska the same as the North Pole? Or am I thinking of Antarctica?” Sam wondered out loud.

“No. The North Pole is all the way at the top. Alaska is below California. Like by Texas.” You said confidently, proud that you knew information that someone else didn’t. Your pride quickly dissipated when you saw the teams faces twist in amusement.

“Wait a minute.” Steve looked at you like you were joking. You shrugged, letting him know you weren’t. Sam burst out laughing and clapped his hands as the rest of the team began to laugh.

“Absolutely not.” Sam grinned as he wiped a tear from his eye.

“Yes it is.” You insisted. “Look at any US map. It’s on the bottom by Hawaii.”

You were getting angry now. You knew you were right this time and they were still teasing you.

“No.” Bucky shook his head is dismissal. “No.”

“Alaska is below California on every map I’ve ever seen. You’re telling me I’m wrong?” You our your hand on your hip and stared at them.

“100%. I am 100% telling you you’re wrong.” Sam said between his laughter. Peter came to your side and showed you a picture of a map on his phone.

“Alaska is US territory but it’s not connected to the rest of the states. They just put it below California on maps to show it’s a part of the US. Thats not actually where it’s located.” He said quietly. You looked at the map for a few seconds before you realized he was right. And if he was right…

You were wrong.

“Oh.” You smiled apologetically and averted your eyes. “Oops.”

You turned around and pretending to clean up the kitchen to hide your searing blush. Your fingers clenched around your sponge when you heard the teasing laughter from behind you.

“Sometimes I wonder how you made it out of high school.” Steve joked as he threw out the crusts of his sandwich. The comment stung you and you began to scrub the counter faster so you could leave the room sooner. Peter could see your shoulders tense and put a reassuring hand on your back. You gave him a tight lipped smiled before putting your dish in the sink.

“I’m still wondering how she made it out of first grade.” Nat teased you and she poked your side.

“I can’t believe she made it out of the womb in the first place with nobody telling her where to go.” Sam said, making everyone laugh loudly. You abruptly threw a dish in the sink, making everyone go silent. You tuned around slowly and faked a smile.

“Haha. Yeah.” You forced a laugh. “I’ll catch you guys later.”

You swiftly left the room before anyone could catch your tears. You felt stupid for even getting upset over it, but their words hurt. Feeling like you were always the dumbest person in the room was taking a toll on you, especially when you weren’t the only one who felt that way. Peter watched you leave with sympathetic eyes, feeling his own frustration bubble at the sound of the team laughing at you. He thought they had listened the first time he told them to stop making fun of you, but they clearly hadn’t. After seeing the pained look on your face, Peter made a decision.

It was never going to happen again.

“Ugh. I’m never gonna get this right.” Peter groaned as he messed up the move Steve was trying to teach him once again.

“You’re getting too much inside your head. Just let it happen naturally.” Steve instructed as he resumed his stance. Peter tried the move again, wiping out and landing on his side with a thud. You watched him out of the corner of your eye as you spared with Nat.

“I can’t.” Peter got up and rubbed his arm. “I can’t do it.”

Steve nodded, like he was accepting Peters defeat. You stopped sparing and looked at Peter.

“Yes you can. Come on, Peter.” You encouraged him. “Everyone told Van Gogh that he couldn’t be an artist because he only had one ear but he did it anyway.”

The room feel silent, as it often did when you spoke, and everyone looked down.

“Oh dear Lord.” Rhodey sighed and hung his head and he snickered. You could see everyone else fighting back laughter or cracking a smile, yet saying nothing.

“What?” You crossed your arms in annoyance, looming to Peter for help.

“He chopped his ear off after becoming an artist.” Peter said kindly. “He wasn’t born without one.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but Tony beat you to it.

“Speaking of ears, do you think of you shone a light in one of Y/n’s ears, it would come out the other ear?” Tony quipped, making everyone laugh. The tips of your ears burned as that feeling of stupidity sunk in again. You undid the Velcro on your boxing gloves and pretended to wipe sweat from your face as you rushed to the bin where the gloves went. You kept your back to the group and pretending to be putting your gloves away when you were really concealing your pained expression.

“Yes.” Nat jeered. “Yes I do.”

Your shoulders slumped with exhaustion as you turned around, making every effort to keep your face neutral. Your face didn’t give away any signs of sadness, but your knuckles turning white from how hard you were gripping the bin gave your true feelings away. Peter noticed this and felt his jaw clench. If you weren’t gonna tell them to stop, he was.

“Leave her alone, guys.” He commanded the crowd before looking at you. “Thanks for the encouragement, Y/n. I’m gonna keep trying.”

“It’s fine.” You nodded curtly. “I’m gonna hit the showers. I’ll see you guys at dinner.”

You walked out of the gym, pausing in place when you heard Sams voice.

“Hit the showers?” He laughed. “We just started.”

“Shhh. Don’t confuse the poor girl any further.” Bruce joked back. You looked back at the gym with your eyebrows knit together, taking a quiet step closer to hear what they were saying about you without you there.

“She’s probably like, ‘whats this magic closet that makes rain?’” Rhodey imitated your voice, making you sound as dense as possible.

“Knock it off guys. It’s not funny.” Peter snapped, but the teasing continued.

“Or like, ‘this shampoo says it adds volume, but I used it and I can’t hear any louder than before’.” Tony mocked you, skipping around a little like a child. Your face contorted in misery as they made fun of you. You knew who they really were, and they were good people. They didn’t intend to hurt your feelings, they were only joking around like they did with everyone. Steve was teased all the time for his old fashioned dialect and no one lets Tony live down the kimono incident. Still, all their insults and mockery cut you like a knife.

“Ahh, I love that girl.” Nat shook her head with a smile. “She’s so dumb.”

“She may be slow, but she’s entertaining as hell.” Sam nodded in agreement.

“I said knock it off.” Peter repeated, getting a reaction this time.

“Aw. Peters mad because we’re teasing his girlfriend.” Nat pouted and pinched Peters cheek. She quickly realized how wholesome she was being and punched Bucky in the face to maintain her lethal assassin persona.

“She’s not my girlfriend.” Peter grumbled. Now that you were out of the room, he was the next target.

“He’s right. Hey, maybe that’s why you guys haven’t gotten together yet.” Rhodey shrugged. “She’s too stupid to realize you’re in love with her.”

That was all you had to hear. You ran towards your with tears running down your face. Thanks to Peters advanced heating, he heard every heavy footstep.

“Okay. Maybe she is a little slow.” Peter shook his head in disdain at the team. “But you guys are idiots.”

You were quiet the entire way to Alaska, keeping to yourself and silently looking out the window. Peter attempted to talk to you once or twice, but he could tell you wanted to be alone. The Avengers completed the mission within a few hours with minor damage to the area. Peter focused on his job but found himself looking for you every now and then, being as you usually stayed together during missions. He didn’t see you anywhere and assumed you were doing your own thing on the other side of the field. He heart rest assured when he saw you boarding the jet, still looking reserved and aloof from the rest of the team. You took a seat by the window and rested your chin on your hand, looking out at the bleak landscape in front of you as the jet took off. Peter didn’t engage in small talk with the rest of the team and wistfully stared at you instead, silently willing you to cheer up.

“I think that went pretty well.” Rhodey nodded and the team agreed. “But where were you the whole time, Y/n? Picking daisies?”

Peter held his breath as you slowly turned around. You gave Rhodey a frigid smile and shook your head.

“We came during a blizzard so I used my powers to create a heated force field around the area we were in to prevent frostbite and give you guys and easier time seeing in the snow. We were also at a higher altitude than any of us are used to so I kept the air pressure to sea level standard.” You said simply. “And I assumed there would be smoke from the battle so I rounded up the nearby animals and made a separate for field around them to protect their lungs.”

The room went silent, something you were used to at this point. But instead of everyone falling silent because they were laughing at you, they were impressed.

“Oh.” Rhodey blinked in surprise, not expecting the answer he was given.

“I also picked this flower.” You smiled proudly as you produced a Forget Me Not from your lap. Peter couldn’t keep the grin from breaking through on his face. You were the center of attention once again, but in a good way this time. Everyone was pleasantly surprised with what you had done and it showed.

“I didn’t think about the altitude.” Nat realized.

“I had no idea there was a blizzard.” Steve added, looking dumbfounded.

“Because I kept you from knowing.” You shrugged. “I wanted you guys to focus on the mission.”

“I mean, I knew. I just didn’t tell you guys because I was so distracted by my buffed and polished nails.” Tony twiddled his fingers again, showing off his freshly manicured nails. You all laughed, breaking the tension in the jet.

“Well look at that.” Sam looked impressed. “Y/n knew something we didn’t.”

It was almost a compliment, but it still made you feel insecure. You didn’t want it to be this mind boggling every time you did something useful.

“Thanks, Y/n. That was really smart.” Peter said softly as he patted your knee. You put your hand over his and squeezed it. It was the first time someone called your smart, and it made you feel good.

“It was really smart.” Sam said skeptically. He stared at you for a moment before poking your side.

“What are you doing?” You swatted his hand away.

“Just making sure you’re still in there.” He eyed you suspiciously. Peter could sense the attention was making you uncomfortable and changed the subject.

“Are we almost home?” He asked Tony before peering out the window. The flight was a little over 7 hours on a normal plane, but the Stark jet was much quicker. The flight would only take a few hours, but Peter was not known for being patient.

“Yes, Peter. We are almost back at the tower. You can get your diaper changed and your bottle as soon as we get back.” Tony sassed him, making him shrink in his seat. Your body language had completely changed and your were now sitting straight, facing the group. Peter was glad you were feeling better and didn’t even mind Tony’s comment.

“Guys, let’s be civil. We’re all tired. We all want to get home.” You said calmly. “Let’s just focus on how pretty the sky looks tonight. Isn’t is pretty, Peter?”

He gazed at your profile as you looked out the window at the stars, admiring how pretty you looked from the side.

“Yeah. It’s beautiful.” He conceded without ever taking his eyes off you. You shot him a smile before looking straight ahead at the dashboard.

“Wow, the moon is huge!” You pointed time a large yellow crescent that could be seen through the window.

“That’s literally the reflection of my banana on the windshield.” Tony deadpanned. He may have been right, but it still looked pretty.

“Should we make a wish?” You asked Peter, ignoring Tony’s comment.

“On the banana?” He asked.

“Yes.” You nodded. “On the banana.”

“Why?” Rhodey asked. “It’s not like people wish on the moon.”

“It feels like we should.” You said with confidence.

“Yep. She’s still in there.” Sam chuckled. And just like that, your confidence receded.

“I hate it here.” Bucky sighed heavily and tuned out of the conversation.

“It must be so peaceful being you, Y/n.” Tony remarked.

“Why do you say that?” You wondered.

“Because instead of thinking about your problems and mistrials, you simply don’t think at all.” Tony said suavely. In only a better for minutes, you’d gone from being the hero to the laughing stock of the group. The sly comments and taunting laughter made you feel like you should stop opening your mouth entirely. You faked a smile and turned back towards the window, tuning out the rest of the way home. Peter chewed his lip as he stared at you, feeling useless to helping you out. The team just wouldn’t let up, no matter how many times he told them to stop. Knowing you weren’t in the mood to talk, he scooted closer to you and put a comforting hand on your back. You smiled warmly at him and rested your head on his shoulder, listening to him point out the constellations the whole way home.

The next day, you and Peter were sitting in the balcony, working on some new gadgets for Mr. Stark when Peter made a startling discovery.

“Where’s my right web shooter?” Peter stood up in a panic when he realized it was missing. “I left it right here.”

“Maybe a bird carried it off.” You shrugged as you twisted a tiny screw into Peters left web shooter.

“I’m being serious, Y/n.” Peter stated. “Mr. Stark is going to kill me and turn me into a decorative rug if I lost it.”

“I’m being serious too. We live in New York and I see birds around here all the time.” You told him as you continued your work. “And you know the pigeons here are feral. A bird probably stole it to pay for his child support.”

Peter usually entertained your antics and joined in with his own batch of sarcasm, but he wasn’t in the mood. His web shooter was missing and their were actual stakes involved. Without his web shooter, he couldn’t be Spiderman. And without Spider-Man, he couldn’t be an Avenger.

“Can you be serious for once?“ Peter whined, picking up everything on the table to look under it.

“I’m just saying it’s possible, Peter. You never know.” You insisted as you put your screw driver down to help him look. You began looking in the flower pots on the windowsill that you and Peter had planted. Peter stopped his search for a moment, growing angry with you for wasting time. He didn’t know if you were joking around or genuine believed his web shooter was in the flower pots, but it made him frustrated nonetheless. A combination of his lack of sleep and stress over losing the webshooter manifested into a moment of unchecked rage.

“No, it’s not possible.” He snapped. “A bird didn’t steal my web shooter. God, do you have to be so stupid?”

The word hung in the air for a moment, settling in to the both of you. Peters eyes immediately softened, feeling instant regret for what he had said. You stopped trifling through the plants and slowly turned around.

“What?” You asked quietly. Peter tightened his lips into a line and tried to justify what he had said.

“I try to defend you but you make it so hard. Can you help me out a little here and not be so…” He trailed off when he realized he had only made it worse. Your face hardened and you looked disappointed in Peter, which killed him. He would have preferred anger or even sadness, but the disappointment killed him.

“So what?” You shrugged. “Finish your sentence Peter.”

“I didn’t mean that.”

“No, really, go ahead.” You stated coldly. “You got this far. So what, Peter?”

He looked at you for a moment, getting that feeling of wishing you could turn back time just a few seconds to fix a mistake.

“So dumb all the time.” He finished his sentence with an unsteady voice. Your face scrunched up in a pained expression as you sucked in and let out a shaky breath.

“You were the only one who never called me that.” You whimpered before moving past him and going inside. Peter watched you through the open balcony doors as you disappeared into the hallway with a heavy heart. His mouth was open to apologize, but you were long gone. He’d seen you being ridiculed so many times already, and now he was the one doing it. All that talk about it never happening again, only for him to be the reason it happened. Peter couldn’t live with himself for another minute without you knowing how sorry he was. He took a step towards the doorway until he heard a pigeon land on the table. He watched it curiously for a moment as it pecked at the screwdriver you had been using before picking it up with its beak. It flew over to the edge and began to walk along the railing, still keeping the screwdriver in his mouth. Peter followed the pigeon, walking all the way down the balcony to find a large nest in the corner. He watched as it dropped the screwdriver into its nest, right next to his web shooter.

“Holy shit. A bird stole my web shooter.” Peter said in disbelief. Peter watched as baby pigeons poked out from inside the web shooter to greet the other pigeon.

“Holy shit. A bird stole my web shooter for his kids.” Peters eyes widened even more than they already were. Realized struck him and his shoulders slumped.

“She was right.” He mumbled, angry at himself more than ever. “I yelled at her and she was right.”

Peter wasted no time in rescuing his web shooter from the birds, offering them a nice biodegradable coffee cup in its place, and ran to the kitchen to make you a peace offering. He knocked softly on your door and didn’t wait for an answer before going in.

“I made you this cup of tea as an apology.” Peter stiffly held out a mug with an awkward smile on his face. You looked at Peter from your bed, eyes puffy like you had been crying. You stared at each other for a long time, you with a death glare and Peter with his awkward smile. Neither of you said a word as Peter continued to hold out the mug. After two full minute of silence, a bead of sweat ran down Peters face as he looked around nervously, never breaking his smile. You let out an angry sigh and decided to throw him a bone, crossing the room to accept his mug. You looked into the cup for a moment before looking back at Peter.

“This is empty.” You deadpanned.

“I don’t know how to make tea.” Peter whispered, never breaking eye contact.

“I’ve seen you make it.” You snapped.

“I forgot how to do it.” Peters eyes shifted nervously to the side.

“Bucky was in the kitchen, wasn’t he?”

“I know he hates me.” Peter talked over you as you groaned. “I know he does.”

“Just go away.” You tried to close the door but he kept it open.

“No.” Peter said firmly. “I came in here to apologize.”

“You see this?” You held up the mug for a Peter to see. “It’s my cup of care. And look at that” ,you dumped the cup over, “it’s empty.”

Peter stared at your demonstration with raised eyebrows, surprised that you were still able to be sarcastic when he hurt you. Peter took the mug from your hands and set it on the ground before slowly looking up at your face.

“You’re not stupid.” He said softly with all the sincerity his heart could give. You scoffed and folded your arms, looking to the side when you felt tears sting your eyes.

“Yes I am.” You said like you fully believed it, which was Peters worse fear. “Everyone says so. Even you.”

It hit Peter like a sheet of glass when you looked at him like that.

Like he was someone you didn’t want around.

“I didn’t mean to say that.” Peter apologized. “That is not how I feel. At all.”

“Don’t act like you’ve never thought about saying that before.” You laughed sadly. “Everyone on the team calls me dumb. It was only a matter of time before you did it too.”

“I didn’t mean it.” Peter repeated. “I don’t think you’re stupid.”

“Bullshit.” You snapped. “You’re so full of bullshit.”

“I’m not full of bullshit.” He whined like a child and gave you puppy dog eyes. “I’m full of regret.”

You chewed the inside of your cheek as he gave you his best pout, willing you to forgive him. Finally, you caved and cracked a smile.

“I hate you.” You stamped your foot and hung your head, frustrated with yourself for not being able to stay mad at him. Peter opened his arms and you walked into them, arms still folded angrily. You bumped your forehead against his shoulder before moving to rest your chin on it as he wrapped his arms around you. Peter nestled against your hair and sighed, happy that you had forgiven him but still saddened that he had hurt you in the first place. He could see the pile of used tissues on your bed and it killed him to know he made you cry.

“I didn’t mean to call you that. I really didn’t.” He said softly. “I’m the one who’s been trying to stop people from saying that.”

“But they still do it.” You sniffled. “Everyday I get called dumb or stupid or scalene.”

“I think it’s obtuse, not scalene.” Peter reluctantly corrected you. You pulled away and little and let Peter wipe the tears from your face.

“Maybe they’re right.” You shrugged and looked Peter in the eyes. “Maybe I am dumb.”

Peter kept your face between his hands, staring at you for a moment before sighing.

“I once sneezed so many times in a row that I peed my pants.” Peter deadpanned. “I was 17.”

“What?” You chuckled as you wiped your nose.

“I saw Bucky try to take a piece of toast out of the toaster with his metal arm and electrocute himself.” He continued. “And I constantly see Tony bumping into glass doors.”

“I don’t understand.” You squinted your eyes, but sure what point he was trying to make.

“Steve still picks up the phone and asks for the operator. Nat leaves her curling iron plugged in all the time. I do not think Sam knows the address of where we live and I’m pretty sure Rhodey can’t do laundry. He gets all his stuff dry cleaned, even his socks.”

“Why are you telling me all of this?” You asked.

“Because were all dumb.” Peter concluded. “We all do and say dumb things. You don’t know where Alaska is and no one in this tower can read analog clocks. If we’re all dumb, then maybe none of us are dumb. Or we all are. Who cares?” Peter shrugged, making you laugh. “And you were right. A bird did carry off my web shooter. So no, you’re no dumb. Or stupid. Or obtuse. You’re, uh, you- you…” Peter looked down at he fumbled over his words.

“I’m what?” You raised an eyebrow. You could finish his sentence last time, but this time you were lost.

“You’re…” Peter tampered off again, staring at your confused expression for a moment before pulling you into a kiss. Your hands clenched into a fist and slowly uncurled as you relaxed into the kiss. Peter pulled away too soon and let his eyes flutter open. They met yours and you shared a moment of hesitation, not knowing what happened rest next.

“I’m gonna be honest lovey, I didn’t really have an ending to that sentence.” Peter chris joes softly, his breath fanning your face. “That was mainly improv.”

“You’re pretty good at improv, Parker.” You cracked a smile and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I did a little bit of theater in high school.” He shrugged smugly, making you giggle.

“Mmm. I severely don’t want to hear about that.” You teased before kissing him again.

“Oh, I think you do.” Peter remarked. “Because I once went to the bathroom during intermission with my mic still on and the entire audience heard me peeing.”

“Oh my God.” You laughed. “You’re so stupid.”

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