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[nowapocalypse]

Post the collection!!

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[scorchedhearth]

i've never engaged with mcu or marvel comics in depth but the excerpts hit so hard,,,, the sudden vulnerability that natasha feels now without a purpose. as a weapon she knew how to hold herself, but now in freedom she has to test her own boundaries to see where she ended and where the world starts.

is your wip a no powers au specifically bc you wanted to focus on clint and natasha without bringing in the avengers? i am curious abt how you see clint and natasha's alliance with the avengers, whether it stunts their arcs in your mind (to be continued to be used by larger forces as weapons or if it's a calling they enjoy and have resigned themselves to), and what the endgame for them is in your mind (would they leave the avengers? stay? try to become civilians? be free agents separate from any sides?)

it's not because of the avengers, although later on it played a part, it's because i wanted to take out the more out-there elements of comics (magic, etc) to focus on the purely human aspects, there's no magic or long life or unrealistic physics, just the reality of a life led by damaged people who made mistake and try to right them. but also becuase i wanted to focus on nat and i couldn't do that properly if it was a fic about a group rather than one individual (clint was attached later, early on in the project because i realized how important they are for each other's arcs but still, the first idea was nat only)

i dont think the avangers stunt their arc, i think it's a necessary part that they grow past with time. mind u it's been years since i've read marvel and i never focused on the group stories, more on nat and clint's individual stories and while i know the avengers are important to both of them (in a way, it's how they prove to the world that they can do good, nat explicitly defects and leaves the room and kgb for them, clint starts to call himself a hero when he joins their rank, it's a fundamental part of their growth as characters, important to them both and they value it, given how much work and effort they give to the group in various storylines), i think as individual they've been working for and within organizations a lot, if not solely, so i think it's interesting to pull them out of that type of environment and see how they act when left on their own, with no guidelines or authority to follow or push back against, left to their own judgment. i imagine their lives, but especially this au, as a series of steps, each one needed to get to the next, and i wouldn't be able to reach the conclusion i want to if they did not go through a period of working with another organization

for me, the end goal would be for them to realize themselves in an independent way. i focus a lot on this story about how they're used, always, no matter the group they swear alliance to, and the main struggle is finding a way to exist outside of influences while true to themselves (truth is another big topic, learning to be honest with themselves first and foremost but also each other, it's always a staple of spy stories). by the time the epilogue arrives, they're leading civilian lives but they haven't forgotten their first career path and regularly go out to work on op, never hired merc, not anymore, but to do what they judge, on their own, to be right, partly because of a moral impulsion but mostly because they miss the adrenaline too much, and that too is something i have them wrestle with, that despite all the pain and sorrow they got from this life, they still love it, and they have to accept that they both do and don't miss it

[echowilds]

Multiple comms ask game! 9, 10 & 19 for your peeps if you like! :D

10. Which one died to Balthazar?

imani! she's the one mainly leading the fight against him (both out of her regular sense of duty and because she still has faith that he'll see reason), and while taal tends to tag along on these missions, he's also very busy with aurene then. it's a little different than the canon story - she isn't aurene's champion so she doesn't have the bond with her. balthazar didn't originally kill her expecting aurene to show up, rather he wanted to get her out of the way to get to the scion and her champion. that aurene showed up anyway is a lucky (more or less) coincidence he happily took advantage of. but imani was already almost dead by that time and only caught a small glimpse of her. it also takes her a day to resurrect herself.

19. If they weren't the commanders, would they still be friends?

i'm not sure if they would've met if they weren't involved with the canon story tbh. however, i can very much see imani and laerus becoming friends (assuming, of course, that laerus' temporal displacement still happens). they work well personality-wise and are both happy about making friends with someone who shares similar goals.

taal on the other hand... he isn't the most social person and was very entrenched in whispers operations before becoming commander. even if he did meet the other two, he probably wouldn't have bothered getting to know them beyond what was necessary for his current mission.

9. Did any of them join the Shining Blade?

gotta expose myself here, my recollection of lws3 is. questionable. that being said, i have ideas how it'd play out if either imani or taal joined and i'm really not sure which one i'm going for. imani would make more sense as the only human and also the one mainly tracking balthazar. however she really doesn't like anise, doesn't really agree with the shining blade's modus operandi and would have a huge problem with how much the oath restricts her. taal doesn't have those issues (even though he doesn't trust anise at all), but isn't human and would have to be very careful with his whispers' missions afterwards (he isn't even necessarily involved in anything pertaining to krytan politics but i have no idea what would count as treason to the oath?). so this one remains at a tbd. although at this point i don't really expect this to be brought up again in canon....

[t4tails]

i seen people use your art as icons are you ok with that or no? if not i’ll tell them to change their icons and tell them you aren’t ok with it

its fine as long as they credit me! if theyre not then itd be cool if you could tell them to :)

[preciouslandmermaid]

out of sheer curiosity as a massive fan of your writing…is there anything you can share about your fanfic??? thrilled to see you back in the fandom!

omg hellooooooo!!!!

as of right now, especially since S2 isn't out and I don't have the mental spoons for another long-fic, I'm mostly just focused on one-shots (they might still take place in the NGHB universe tho!)

Here are some of my ideas:

Meeting Carmy's family (his mom esp since I'm pretty sure his dad is dead if I remember right lol)

Carmy/Reader babysitting Richie's kid

Syd/Reader actually getting a chance To Bond

[caninecowboy]

for the ask game, tell me about ur day! are you having a good day? are you doin okay? ily.

sleepover saturday asks

hi!! im doing okay -- on thursday, my boss basically sent me a REALLY nasty email and meant literally none of it so ive been trying to take it easy. i did a bunch of chores today tho!! like vacuuming, washing dishes, folding laundry, so that feels good. i think im gonna try to read some of my book too!!

how are you doing lovely!! hope the world is treating you kindly <33

[twiceland]

twice for the ask game :)

hiii daisy :D

bias order: sana > jihyo > tzuyu > nayeon > jeongyeon > momo = mina = dahyun = chaeyoung current fav song: moonlight sunrise + basics !!

put a k-pop group in my ask and i’ll tell you:

[freakywaters]

10. and 45. for the movie asks (~-~)

10. Most recent movie you saw in theaters?

BARBIE!! I WENT WITH MY GIRLFRIENDS THE DAY IT CAME OUT AND IT WAS SOO MUCH FUN. We dressed in pink, laughed and I cried, then we got boba :) it was such a wonderful experience

45. How many times have you watched your favorite movie

It’s hard to pick one fave :( but Dog Day Afternoon was my first real fave and I’ve seen it in complete only 2 times but whenever I feel like it I’ll watch a bit of the beginning on internet archives :)

[c2-eh]

Top 5 songs and top 5 foods, please? 😘

hi Lu 🥰

so for songs, in no particular order (it changes a lot though):

take me to church by hozier

rush by troye sivan

radio by lana del rey

carpe diem by joker out

lonely heart by 5sos

for food (imma go with full meal):

pasta - any and every (except spicy ones, i don't eat spicy good)

halušky (our national dish, it doesn't have an English equivalent)

chinese noodles

braised red cabbage with meat and potato flatbread aaah yum

salmon with black lentils

sleepover saturday

[araneapeixes]

rare bg3 Tav moment coming from me to you with a doodle assortment. with a goth gf cameo of course

[centralnart]

BINGO BABY!! Oro bc YEA and if they haven't been asked, rin. And obito. If......they haven't been asked. OK. Sending u some extra insanity <3 for the bingos <3 -seoz

HELL YEAH LETS GO

first off. obito. babygirl. at this point im not even trying to make him worse or fix him i am just holding him by the scruff and staring <3 literally why is he like this

rin my beloved <3 i will adopt her and allow her to go fucking insane. she deserves it.

snake milf <3 snouse <3 (snake spouse) i need to fucking dissect his brain he's literally so fucking weird, one of the best villain of the entire series. it is so important that he has as many genders going on as possible. adoption papers are for all the kids he picked up and or made. he has mommy issues not because his mom is dead. because he is a mom. anyways i am insane about orochimaru do not start me on them because i will put together a full powerpoint presentation

[tojisun]

thinking about biker! simon going out with his girl and the other guys at a biker bar. reader hasn't really seen how scared people are of simon - who they all call ghost - until she goes to get him another drink. while she's at the bar, a guy comes over trying to hit on her. then this hulking, 6'4 guy in a skull mask appears and the guy is ready to run out of the bar. simon didn't even have to talk just glare. while readers like ???

ITS BEEN YEARS SINCE THIS WAS SENT IM SORRY FOR JUST REPLYING NOW :(( BUT YES ABSOLUTELY YES!! my stomach swooped when i saw this hhhhh im actually kicking my legs n twirling my hair n everythingg!!

naturally, im bad at making drabbles because this turned out long again :’) im sorry

biker!simon mlist // star divider by @/plutism <33

simon’s hand is warm on the small of your back as he leads you further into the bar. you shuffle along his languid steps, head swivelling as you try to find familiar faces in the crowd – so far, none yet.

simon chuckles from beside you, and you peer up at him only to see his eyes crinkled from underneath his balaclava, no doubt smiling at you. he bows his head closer towards yours, trying, in vain, to devour as much of the space made by the height difference between you two.

“what?”

“nothin’, sweet girl.” he presses his covered lips on the top of your head, breathing you in. “come on, i see ‘em.”

he shifts the two of you, the hand that’s settled on the small of your back gliding until it hooks around your waist, pulling you ever so closer to him. protective. possessive. it makes you hum in delight, happiness thrumming underneath your skin.

(you don’t notice the way many people shift to get out of simon’s way; heads downturned as though afraid of even meeting his eyes. you don’t notice the way they turn to each other when you two passed by, as though making sure that it was simon they saw. simon – ghost – with a sweet darling pressed to his side, his bulk warding away stray gazes. you don’t notice the way they huddle with each other, whispering promises that ghost’s girl should always be protected. because yes they fear ghost, but more than that, loyalty to each other is stronger.)

he leads you towards a small pack by the far side, the table doused less in light than the rest of the bar. johnny’s already turned towards you and simon, watching with a grin as you two make it across. kyle’s seated beside him, the younger man leaned to watch the ongoing hockey game. then you see the back of john’s familiar head, his beloved boonie slung around his neck.

“finally made it, huh lass?” johnny says in greeting, snagging the attention of both kyle and john, the two of them chiming in their own hello’s. you smile, waving at them as you claim the empty seat between simon and john.

“had to make a quick stop at 7-11,” simon responds, his hand curling at one of the legs of your chair before pulling you towards him. the metal squeaks against the tiles, the sound thankfully drowned out by the loud bass.

“oh did you?” john asks, ignoring whatever simon did given how they’re all so used to his soft displays of possessiveness. he offers you a smile when you turn to him with a nod.

“had to buy, um, medicine for my stomachache.”

it’s endearing how their faces shift so fast, little smiles falling as worry takes over. even simon, whose hand is draped on your thigh, tenses, gripping as though he was remembering how he heard your pained whimper or saw you sniffling as the ache echoed, throbbing just below your ribs, choking you up.

“are you feeling any better? did it subside now, at least?” kyle asks.

you nod, quick to reassure them. “the medicine worked! i’m feelin’ better, i promise!”

they relax, tensed shoulders going lax as life flutters back into the table. you smile before sinking ever so closer to simon’s side, shying away from the intensity of their affections for you – your own little band of brotherhood, visceral in the way they care for you.

simon’s grip loosens on your thigh, choosing instead to massage the muscle tenderly. you hum, turning to ask him what he’s getting.

“whiskey, maybe,” he murmurs, his voice muffled by his mask. “you getting your bellini today, love?”

“yes please,” you reply, blinking up at him.

his eyes crinkle again, a telltale sign of his smile, before he pats your thigh and gets up to place the order.

you turn to the group, tuning into johnny’s rambling, listening to him recounting his rally. it was the one you weren’t able to go to because of work, johnny having to reassure you multiple times (even through text) that it’s fine that you’re missing it. so you listened, enraptured, nose scrunching in confusion whenever johnny slips into heavy scottish in his excitement.

“english, mactavish,” simon sighs as he falls back to his seat, startling you. you see johnny flip him off and you make eye contact with kyle, sharing twin looks of exasperation.

simon slides you your bellini and you whisper a thanks, trilling when he noses the top of your head again – your clingy boy.

the conversation rises and falls, sometimes leaving your mind wandering when they start talking about shop, sometimes catching your attention so much that you find yourself leaning on the table, breathless and wide-eyed as you listen to their bike stories – johnny had continued about his rally, kyle talked about the repairs he did for a client who he’s sure is on the run, and john shared that horrifying experience he had on his way home where he thinks he saw a floating woman by the east side highway.

“your turn, big guy,” you say, tapping simon’s knee.

simon finishes his whiskey – his balaclava tugged just enough to show his chin and his lips – before plopping the empty glass on the table with a sigh. you huff a fond laugh, knowing that one glass isn’t enough to satiate the thirst so you dust imaginary dirt off your skirt before standing up.

he tilts his head up in question, arm still hooked around your waist.

“gonna grab us more drinks,” you say. “oh, tell ‘em about the gas station incident!”

he grunts, nodding, and yet he refuses to budge. you fondly roll your eyes and turn to the others. “drinks?”

they all shake their head, johnny specifically saying he’d have to order for himself because he’d want to try the house specialties. you nod, pinching simon’s arm as you dance away from him with a bitten grin, before making your way to the bar.

you prattle away your order, telling the bartender to add the tab to your table, and hover, swaying to the music. it’s a foreign rock band playing, the bass and drums reverberating loudly, you can feel the vibrations pulsing along your body, and you almost get lost in your own thoughts when a hand slides to your back.

you startle, mind quickly cataloguing that this isn’t simon. because simon, for all his impressive silence and his displays of possessiveness, never sneaks up on you like this. he has never let you doubt your safety while with him. so you back away from the stranger’s touch, your hands pressed close to your chest before finally turning to see who went up to you.

the man, who seems to be about your age, smiles upon seeing your face. “hey there, angel.”

the pet name makes you nauseous and your stomach churns once again. you have to ask for the medicine from simon when you return to the table.

“hi,” you squeak, not letting him off your sight.

“you seem new here. i am too.” he laughs, scratching his neck. then, “it really ain’t my scene.”

“uh-huh,” you say, not knowing what else to tell him.

his chuckles peter out, a suave smile replacing what had been an awkward display of forced laughter. he clears his throat. “so, what’s a sweet thing like you doing alone here?”

“she ain’t alone, kid,” the bartender answers for you and you turn to him, surprised, before thanking him as he presents you with your whiskey and bellini.

the bartender nods to you in reply before crossing his arms in front of his chest and addresses the stranger again. “go bother someone else.”

the man arches a brow in question, his lips pursing in distaste. “oh yeah? she seems pretty available to me.”

the phrase hits you badly.

your anxiousness bleeds away to make room for your ire and you snarl, dropping your hands from where they’re pressed on your chest to rest them on your hips.

“what did you just say?” you ask, your voice a measured anger. “i’m fucking what now?”

he raises his hands up like he’s pacifying you. “hey, hey. didn’t mean that, my pretty girl-”

“she’s not your anything, you mad wanker.”

the sound of simon’s voice makes you settle, a wave of safety and comfort washing over you, dousing the angry churning in the pit in your stomach. simon steps from behind the stranger, towering over him, before moving to stand beside you. his hand hovers, questioning, and you give him a soft nod that gets simon pulling you close to him. his hand falls to the small of your back, caressing, and you wonder if he knows that the man had grazed his hand there just minutes ago. if simon’s doing this to overwrite the unpleasant feeling that was sticking to you.

“oh,” the stranger breathes out and you notice the way his hands are trembling, the tight balls of his fists turning his knuckles white. “i, uh, i’m sorry, ghost.” then he’s off, running out of the bar with his tail tucked between his legs.

you huff at the realization that the mad man didn’t even apologize to you. what a fucking prick.

“you doin’ alright there, baby?” simon asks, pulling you to him. he settles on an empty bar stool – you are sure those were filled just minutes ago… – and tugs you so that you are standing between his legs.

he cups your cheeks, thumbs tracing lines just underneath your eyes, and it makes you drag a shaky inhale.

“i’m sorry, sweetheart. i should’ve accompanied you.” simon sounds distressed, his eyes furrowed in the intensity of his worry.

you coo at him, it’s your turn to cup his jaw this time. “i’m alright, si. i promise.”

he shifts his eyes between yours, searching for anything besides the truth, and he folds himself into you when he sees that you mean it. you laugh, patting at his head, wishing that he doesn’t have his balaclava so you can play with his hair, before turning to the bartender who, in the sudden absence of customers by the counter, is watching you two with a pinched smile.

“thank you again,” you tell him and he grunts, nodding. simon straightens up and groans as he stands, his big body unaccustomed to the tiny bar stools.

“yeah,” he says, addressing the bartender. “thanks for bein’ here for my girl, alex.”

the bartender – alex – just waves his hand around in dismissal. “it’s nothin’, really. now go away, i want customers.”

simon and alex laugh, sharing an inside joke, and you swivel your head around in confusion because now that alex had mentioned it, where did everyone go? and why are they all huddled together, far from the bar?

simon closes his hand on your wrist and pulls. you barely manage a goodbye to alex who waves at you in reply.

…alex?

“wait. that’s alex?”

best believe that simon has connections anywhere he goes. if not for himself, it’s for his girl!!!

me, shamefully staring at the word count (1.8k) of what should’ve been a drabble: well now…

[potato-lord-but-not]

oogh as someone with freckly/acne scarred shoulders ive always been a bit insecure ant sleeveless tops and just going shirtless in general. But your dotty Oscar is helping me remember that it's not ugly <3333333333

YES absolutely not ugly, Oscar’s silly freckles are here to remind you all that your body is beautiful and handsome and there are people out there who will appreciate your body no matter what it looks like <3

[ask2ps]

I love your art so much. I need to throw them all against a wall and watch them bounce off like gumdrops.

BONUS:

ENGLAND: Bounces off with a whimsical sound. CHINA: Bounces off whimsically, but with a slightly unsettling reverb.

FRANCE: He is a rotten egg. SOUTH ITALY: Begins to sizzle and fry as he hits the ground...?!

GERMANY: Every time he flops another inch down, you can hear a deadpan "ow." JAPAN: Tries to pretend like he doesn't care, but he's drenched in sweat.

RUSSIA: You throw him hastily after he stabs your hand. CANADA: Totally nonplussed about the whole thing. Super casual, even.

AMERICA: His explosion comes with cheap VFX and a Wilhelm scream. NORTH ITALY: He emerges from the explosion completely fine.

[basketobread]

that weird little wrinklemouth expression you draw (like karlach saying "stinky") is SO funny, i just had to tell you because i love it and it's been making my partner and i lose it every time we see your art

truth be told, i did not expect so many people to find it funny but i'm VERY glad that it could become my trademark DHFIUFDSDS its like my favorite thing to draw in the world

[kerizaret]

you draw tsukasa so good he’s sp pretty i want to smooch him i mean what who said that

Smooched him for you 🫶 💋