#the theme song is so chaotic too what is this guy even doing

[yujateaandpi]

My mom walked in on me trying on the wizard hat I’m making then sent me this and said “this is you.”

Everyone, go home. Peak character design already happened and it’s this guy in a niche Korean cartoon from the 70s.

His name is Windy Boy. He’s a fairy. He answers children’s wishes but he’s really bad at it. And that’s the entire show.

[redroomreflections]

Hotel California | Track 11: Ignore The Noise

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: Natasha Romanoff, frontwoman of the punk rock band Velvet Rebellion, falls hard for a woman she believes is too good for her. Their intense relationship unfolds in the chaotic world of rock 'n' roll, where they struggle to balance fame, personal demons, and their undeniable passion for each other.

W/c: 5.8k

Chapter 11/15

Masterlist | General Masterlist

Note: another week

18+ Minors DNI (mature)

Themes: love, fame, sex, drugs

"Alright," Natasha muttered, angling the phone’s camera. The faint ping of Instagram Live starting echoed in the otherwise quiet studio. She leaned back against the armrest, her knee bumping against yours as she adjusted the frame. "Do I look okay? Or do I look like someone who hasn’t slept in three days?"

"You look fine," you replied with a soft laugh. "More than fine, actually."

"Good answer," Natasha smirked, her lips quirking up before she turned her attention to the screen. "Okay, we’re live. Let’s see who’s actually bored enough to join us."

Within seconds, the chat began to flood with messages, hearts bubbling up on the side of the screen. Natasha’s username was pinned at the top, and her followers started pouring in like clockwork. You could almost swear half of her fanbase had been waiting for this, the comments streaming so quickly they were nearly unreadable.

"Hi, everyone," Natasha greeted with a quick wave, her smile easy and relaxed. "I don’t really do this whole Instagram Live thing much—I think this might be my second time ever—but here we are. We’re at the studio. Everyone’s left, so it’s just us."

She leaned back against the couch, her knee brushing against yours as she casually scrolled through the comments. "And, as I mentioned on Twitter, we’ll answer a few questions. Maybe play some music, too, if you’re lucky."

You nodded and adjusted your position, scooting closer to her so you’d both stay in the frame. "Key word being maybe," you teased, glancing at her with a playful smirk.

"Yeah, yeah," Natasha rolled her eyes, though her grin didn’t falter. She passed you the phone to give you the first pick of questions. She tapped a beat against the notebook resting in her lap. "Alright, let’s see what you’ve got for us."

You used your phone as a reader and silently tuned into Natasha's Instagram. The chat exploded with questions, some straightforward, others ridiculous. Natasha tapped a particular question asking about Carol, and you nodded. That was one you could skip over for the time being. You momentarily leaned against her shoulder as you scanned the endless comments together. The whole thing felt unfiltered, casual—the moment that made her fans adore her even more. Of course, you both knew it was meant to be lowkey PR. It's nothing unusual but also a gift to the fans.

"Okay, first question," You began, reading a comment aloud. "natalialovesshaw: 'How has the new album recording been?'"

"Oh, it's been fun," Natasha hummed, a small smile on her lips. "I don't want to sound cheesy, but it's been an incredible experience. Everyone in the studio was amazing. We recorded songs with a few special people on the track. I think you guys will like our first single. It's releasing in a few weeks."

"And, if you guys want," you said, raising your head, "she'll give us a sneak peek."

"Don't tempt me," Natasha quipped, a soft laugh escaping her lips. She playfully rolled her eyes, turning her attention back to the comments. "Let's find a good one. velvetlover29, what is the creative process like for me?"

You grinned and glanced up at her. "That's a great question. What is the creative process like for you?"

"You know," Natasha shrugged, her tone light and playful. She tilted her head slightly, the light catching her face in a way that made your breath hitch. "I don't have a step-by-step guide to write a song. There's no formula. I usually have a melody in my head for a while. Put pen to paper. Scrap that and try again fifteen times until I have a semblance of a song. Of course, Wanda and the rest of the band help write. They bring so much star power. It's interesting. "

"It is," you nodded, a soft smile on your lips. You studied her as she spoke, her green eyes focused on the phone in your hand. A few heart emojis littered the comments, and you couldn't help but smile.

Natasha looked back at you, a curious brow raised. "What?"

"Nothing," you shook your head, biting back a laugh. "I think you're cute."

Natasha scoffed, though a smile still lingered on her lips. She nudged your shoulder, her gaze turning back to the screen. "You're lucky we're live."

"I know." You grinned, turning your attention back to the stream. You spotted another question, your eyes flickering to her briefly. "Oh, I've got a good one. What is it like having Y/N around all the time?"

Natasha rolled her eyes. "It's great," she deadpanned, though a hint of amusement remained evident in her tone. "We're having a blast."

"We're living the life," you hummed in agreement, a smile lingering on your lips."Oh, this one is for me. How have your industry experiences shaped your values or beliefs?"

You paused for a moment, pursing your lips. "It was different, that's for sure. I went to a good school. I did everything the average person would do, except I had a job as a background singer. A job I got through my father's connections. Which people haven't failed to bring up to this day. So, I think I have always wanted that privacy aspect. But, it's difficult when the world wants a piece of you."

"They certainly do," Natasha mused, her lips quirking into a grin.

"But, I think my experiences have taught me to be resilient, honest, and kind," you continued, your gaze flickering from the comments and back to her. "I want to work with people that respect me. And I want to continue to live a life I'm proud of."

"And are you?" Natasha asked, her voice low. Her eyes met yours; her brows knitted together.

"Am I what?"

"Proud," Natasha replied. "Of the life you live. Of yourself."

"Yes," you murmured, swallowing hard. The sincerity in her tone caught you off guard, and your cheeks grew warm. "Of all of it."

"That's good then," Natasha nodded. "We have several questions asking about Isabella."

"That's interesting," You leaned back against the couch. "She's turning ten very soon. She's great, though." That was all you were willing to answer about her.

"She is," Natasha smiled. She cleared her throat, her attention turning back to the screen. "Alright. Any more questions?"

"I think that's a good note to end," you said. Your eyes scanned the comments, and a few people asked for a sneak peek of the new single. "But we do have something else. One last thing before we go."

"I think I know what this is," Natasha smirked. "Fine. Just a few chords."

"A few," you agreed.

Natasha grabbed the guitar from the side of the couch. She plucked a few strings, strumming them gently as she adjusted the knobs. A soft tune began to fill the air, the gentle chords washing over you. Natasha hummed softly, her fingers running over the frets as she played the melody.

You watched her with a complete smile on your face. She was in her element, and watching was a complete privilege.

When she finished, she looked back at the screen. "There you go. Our new single is coming soon."

You gave the phone a little wave. "Thanks for watching, everyone."

"See you soon," Natasha chimed in, giving a wave. She pressed the button to end the stream, setting the phone aside.

"That was great," You sighed. "Way less intimidating than I originally thought."

"You really are a shy thing?" Natasha teased.

"No, not shy," You shook your head. "Just not 100% okay with the idea of being perceived."

"Oh, is that all?" Natasha smiled. She rested her hand on the couch cushion beside you. "Sam's a majorly famous football player. How did you handle your relationship then?" The question caught you off guard. Natasha knew well enough that talking about your ex-husband could be a touchy subject. But you and Sam had managed to stay amicable for all intents and purposes. You took a breath, the memory of your past relationship still there but not as sharp as it used to be.

"It was... complicated," you said slowly, glancing down at your hands before meeting Natasha's eyes again. "I mean, Sam’s career was always the center of everything. People were always watching, always judging. It wasn’t easy, but we figured it out, at least for a while. Eventually, I had to come to terms with the fact that our lives were pulling in different directions. We had different needs. But... we’re on good terms now. We’ve both moved on. We were also quite young when we got together. Then we had Bella. Got married shortly after. We're better friends."

"Right," Natasha nodded. She hesitated momentarily, her hand moving a bit closer to yours. "Does this scare you? The idea of us?"

"Not at all," You shrugged. "I knew what I wanted when I first saw you. I knew I wanted to have you. I knew what that came with."

"Good," Natasha breathed. "Because I don't plan on letting go anytime soon."

"Is that a promise?" You whispered, a slight smirk tugging at your lips.

"Of course," Natasha hummed, her eyes flickering between your own and your lips.

"You know, you could kiss me, right?" You suggested playfully.

Natasha grinned and closed the gap, pressing her lips to yours. She pulled back for a second, her thumb caressing your jaw. "You're the one who wanted to wait," she murmured, her lips brushing against yours.

"I did," you agreed, a soft laugh escaping you. "There hasn't been a moment we've been together where we aren't kissing or..."

"Fucking?" Natasha supplied.

"Right," You laughed. "Not that I'm complaining. The sex is great. It's almost been six months of dating for us. We're still learning each other. That's a pretty big deal."

"Yeah, in high school," She snorted.

"I hate you so much," You laughed.

"Oh really?" Natasha raised a brow. "I remember last night you were telling me you loved me. Screaming my name practically." She leaned over you, pushing you to lie back on the couch.

"Mm, I can't remember that," You looked up at her.

"Probably from how many times your head bumped into the headboard, " Natasha rubbed the slightly sore spot. "I'm sorry, baby."

"I'll live," You laughed, tilting your head.

"Good," Natasha smirked, pressing a kiss to your forehead. She brushed her lips against your eyebrow, your nose, your cheek.

"Nat," You said.

"Hmm?" She hummed, her lips grazing your own.

"I love you."

"I love you too," she replied, her voice soft, carrying the kind of tenderness that made your heartache in the best way. Her green eyes flickered with adoration, and a small, genuine smile tugged at her lips.

"I want to do something tomorrow," Natasha said after a moment.

"Oh?" You raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued.

"I want to take Isabella out for lunch," she offered, her voice steady but her expression a little hesitant, as though gauging your reaction. "If that’s okay."

Your heart swelled, the unexpected offer leaving you momentarily speechless. Natasha had taken steps into your world before, but this felt different. Bigger. She had said how she felt about you—plenty of times—but this was something else. This was about Isabella. About your daughter.

"Okay," you nodded, trying to keep your emotions in check even though you were bursting inside.

"I just want to show her that I care about you," Natasha explained, her voice softening further, vulnerable in a way she rarely let herself be. "That I care about her. That she’s important to me, too." She paused. "But only if she’s ready. I don’t want to rush anything."

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, the joy bubbling out of you. "Please, if she could have you to herself, you’d be her new best friend by tomorrow," you joked, your voice light but full of warmth. "She’s going to love it. And you."

Natasha’s smile grew, her shoulders relaxing at your reassurance. "Good. Because I want her to know I’m all in. For both of you."

"You better be," You teased, brushing her hair from your face. "I'm all in for you too."

"And, I mean, she already has an amazing dad," Natasha pointed out. "It can't hurt to have an amazing step-mom."

"Step-mom," you repeated slowly, the words unfamiliar but not entirely unpleasant.

"I'm not proposing," Natasha chuckled. "Don't look so scared."

"I'm not," you said quickly. "It's just... I've never dated anyone serious enough to have that conversation."

"Well, call me crazy, but..." Natasha began, a hint of playfulness in her tone, "I'd say the woman I've been seeing for almost half a year and am completely in love with is pretty serious."

"Completely?" You echoed, a smile tugging at your lips.

"Mm," Natasha hummed. She pressed her forehead against yours. "I'm all yours. Forever, if you'll have me."

"Don't make big promises you can't keep," You murmured.

"Who says I can't?"

"No one," You smiled, tilting your chin and capturing her lips. Natasha responded immediately, her lips moving in tandem with yours. You pulled back briefly, a mischievous smile forming on your lips. "But what makes you think I'm so easily won over?"

"I don't," Natasha admitted. Her eyes glimmered. "But I'm a damn good catch."

"Oh, you're something alright," you muttered, shaking your head.

"So, you'll have me?" Natasha asked, her expression softening.

You smiled. "Yes. I'll have you. Always."

********

Natasha had underestimated how exhausting it could be to spend a day with a child. She’d heard the warnings from you—things like don’t let Isabella sit in the front seat under any circumstances and don't allow her to con you into buying anything—, but it hadn’t quite sunk in until she was in the thick of it.

Isabella, on the other hand, was completely enamored. From the second Natasha picked her up, she had chattered non-stop. Asking questions about Natasha's life, music, and the upcoming tour. When Natasha suggested that they spend the day together, Isabella practically jumped with joy. She truly enjoyed Natasha's presence when you'd hung around each other. It was only fair she got to hang out with her, too.

"So, do you like Chuck E Cheese's?" Natasha asked as she drove into the empty intersection. She wasn't up to date on what nine-year-olds like these days.

"I do," Isabella nodded enthusiastically. "But mom doesn't."

"That doesn't sound like her," Natasha smiled, glancing at the young girl through the rearview mirror.

"Oh, well," Isabella sighed dramatically. "She thinks it's too loud and doesn't like Chuck E."

"Well, what does she think about laser tag?" Natasha offered. "I hear they have an arcade at the mall."

"I don't know," Isabella replied thoughtfully. She leaned forward between the seats. "What's laser tag?"

"It's a game where you and several others go into a dark room with guns that shoot out lasers," Natasha explained, keeping her tone casual. "Put your seatbelt back on."

"Fine," Isabella sighed before throwing herself back into the seat. "Can we get my ears pierced too?"

"And have your mom break up with me instantly? I don't think so," Natasha laughed. "Are you trying to sabotage me?"

"Not intentionally, no," Isabella shrugged. "Mom's a cool mom."

"Your mom is a cool mom," Natasha agreed, glancing at Isabella in the rearview mirror. "But even cool moms have their limits. I’m pretty sure earrings are one of those limits."

Isabella pouted dramatically, crossing her arms. "But everyone in my class already has them!"

Natasha chuckled. "Nice try, kid. You’re not dragging me into that fight. Besides, you’ve got plenty of time for earrings. Let’s focus on laser tag first, yeah?"

"Okay, fine," Isabella relented, though her pout lingered. Then, her face lit up. "Can I at least pick the team name?"

"Absolutely. Team names are critical," Natasha nodded thoughtfully, playing along. "What are you thinking?"

"Something cool," Isabella said, tapping her chin like she was deep in thought. "The Dolls."

"Sounds very girly," Natasha said.

"Well, we are girls," Isabella said matter of fact.

"Touche," Natasha laughed.

After a quick stop to grab gas, they arrived at the arcade. The place was filled with screaming kids, and the smell of greasy food lingered in the air. The sounds of games, arcade music, and laughter mixed.

"Oh, this place is amazing," Isabella grinned. "This is the coolest."

"It's alright," Natasha mused, glancing around the room. She turned to Isabella. "Alright. We need a game plan. Stick beside me, and we take everyone out one by one."

"That sounds good," Isabella nodded. "Can you help me with this?" She stood up straight so Natasha could help with the team vest.

"Yeah, of course," Natasha adjusted the straps, tightening them. "There you go."

"Thanks," Isabella grinned. "What's our game plan?"

"Okay," Natasha crouched down, getting on Isabella's level. She tapped the girl's chest. "I'm going to have you be the leader of the team. You have the most important job."

"Really?"

"Yeah, and that's to watch my back," Natasha nodded.

"Got it," Isabella smirked, giving her a thumbs up.

"Great," Natasha stood. "Let's go."

The two played several rounds, and Natasha genuinely enjoyed her time with the little girl. Isabella had endless energy and an infectious enthusiasm for life. Not to mention her maniacal giggles whenever she dodged the other team's laser. By the time they were done, they were both more than hungry. Natasha decided pizza and a salad from the arcade's restaurant would be more than filling.

"So," Isabella said, pressing her pizza in half like a taco. "You and my mom are getting pretty serious."

"We are," Natasha nodded. She took a bite of her salad, swallowing the food before continuing. "Do you think it's serious?"

"Yeah," Isabella nodded, shoving a piece of her pizza in her mouth. She swallowed before speaking again. "My mom's been happy. A lot happier."

"That's good," Natasha smiled. "Was she sad before?"

"No," Isabella furrowed her brows. "Not sad. But things are good for her now. I don't know how to describe it."

"How about you say what you're thinking, and I can see if that's a good description?"

"Okay," Isabella pursed her lips. She looked down, picking at her slice. "I've never seen her talk about a relationship like this. Like, when she's on the phone, she's always smiling. Or she's telling me something about you."

"And is that a good thing for you?"

"I think so," Isabella nodded. She hesitated, biting her lip.

"What is it?" Natasha pressed gently.

"Nothing," Isabella shook her head. She sighed. "Will you be there?"

"When?"

"For my birthday," Isabella explained, her gaze fixed on her pizza. "I want to go to Paris, but Mama says I should save that for when I turn thirteen. So I decided a spa day would be cool."

"Spa days are great," Natasha agreed. "But I think Paris is a wonderful gift for your birthday."

"I've been to Paris before," Isabella shrugged.

"Have you?" Natasha raised her brows.

"Yeah, with Mom and Daddy," Isabella explained. "It was a really long time ago. When I was like two."

"Well, it is a pretty magical place," Natasha hummed. "Of course, I'll come to your party."

"It's in three months. I'll finally be double digits, and Mom will let me get my nails done," Isabella grinned, wiggling her fingers in the air. "Not just painted—like, the fancy kind. Gel or acrylic or something."

Natasha chuckled. "Big milestone. Double digits and fancy nails? Sounds like a big deal."

"It is," Isabella said matter-of-factly, taking a big bite of her pizza. She added, "Mama said I can even invite two friends to come with us."

"That sounds like fun," Natasha said, leaning her elbow on the table and resting her chin in her hand. "Do you know who you're going to invite?"

"Maybe Lenny and Sophia," Isabella mused, her face scrunching up thoughtfully. "They're my best friends, but Sophia sometimes says mean things, so maybe just Lenny."

Natasha nodded, offering a small smile. "It's your day, so spend it with the people who make you happiest."

"Yeah," Isabella agreed, then looked up at Natasha, her expression suddenly shy. "And... I’m glad you’ll be there. I like that you and Mama are, you know, together."

Natasha softened, touched by her honesty. "I am, too," she said quietly. "I like being with her. And I'm so glad I've gotten the chance to know you. I hope that's okay."

"Yeah, she'll finally have someone else to hang out with other than me," Isabella said with an exasperated sigh.

"I don't think she minds hanging out with you," Natasha teased.

"No, she doesn't. I'm the best," Isabella laughed. "But I do have a life of my own."

"So," Natasha leaned back, a smirk on her lips. "Now that you've spent time with me. What's the verdict? Do I pass the test?"

"Let's see how the rest of the day goes," Isabella patted Natasha's hand.

She couldn't argue with that.

******

A week later was the album photoshoot. With most of the tracks fleshed out and ready for post-production, it was time for other things that bands did. Natasha could do without press and pictures and all that other stuff. Cameras flashed incessantly, their brightness like miniature explosions that pierced her vision. She couldn’t pinpoint why they grated on her nerves—maybe it was the performative nature of it all, the forced energy that felt miles away from the authenticity she craved.

The microphone was cold against her hands as she leaned forward, feigning a scream into its mesh head. Equally uncomfortable in their unnatural poses, her bandmates were arranged behind her.

Steve stood by a keyboard angled awkwardly toward the camera, his brow furrowed in concentration as though he was taking the photos. His natural charm didn’t seem to help him here. Tony sat perched behind his drum kit, twirling a drumstick in one hand while resting the other on the cymbal, his cocky grin firmly in place. "I was born for this, Nat," he had joked earlier, though the shine of sweat on his brow betrayed his irritation. Bucky stood slightly off-center, his hands on his guitar as though caught mid-strum. His scowl, however, didn’t seem as performative.

And then there was Wanda, holding her bass with practiced ease, her red hair catching the light. She was the only one who looked remotely comfortable, even enjoying the attention. She locked eyes with Natasha and smirked as if to say, 'Just roll with it.'

Natasha sighed under her breath, her hair falling into her face slightly as the photographer barked directions. "Energy! Let’s see some energy!"

"We are," Natasha muttered, rolling her eyes.

"More! More! You're too stiff!"

"This is a photoshoot," Steve said, his voice tight. "Not a porno."

"Less attitude and more energy!" The photographer shouted, ignoring the jab. He sighed before lowering his camera. Mitch hurried to address the band.

"What can I do to get you guys more comfortable?"

Wanda snorted softly, earning a sharp look from the photographer. "I'm sorry, can we do away with the instruments."

"And this hair," Bucky shook his head. "I got a haircut for a reason. Spiking it up with gel is horseshit."

"Fine," Mitch agreed. "We're paying you guys to have fun, right?"

"Yeah," Tony nodded, his tone flat. "Fun. This is it."

Mitch ignored the comment and addressed the photographer. "Alright. No instruments. Let me just..."

She folded her arms and inspected the band. "Okay, Bucky, go and rinse out your hair quickly. Tony, put the glasses back on. Natasha, let's go ahead and take this jacket off."

"Better," Natasha smirked, pushing her hair from her face. "Wanda, I got you." Natasha began to fix the other woman's makeup, swiping the tiniest bit of lipstick from the woman's lip.

"You guys are excellent," Mitch praised. "Natural."

"It's because we are," Tony shrugged.

"Well, let's make it even more natural," Mitch instructed, stepping back to allow the photographer to start shooting again. "Just relax. Imagine the crowd. The energy. The heat."

"We don't usually do a lot of close-ups," Steve pointed out.

"Let's try this," Natasha asked for a chair for a nearby assistant. She didn't want to seem difficult, but their sophomore album cover needed perfection. "Remember that picnic picture we had?"

"I like this idea," Wanda smirked.

"You want us all on a chair?" Steve asked.

"Just me," Natasha said. She leaned back slightly in the sleek studio chair, gripping the microphone loosely in one hand. The chord snaked from her fingers, disappearing out of frame. Her other hand rested casually on Wanda’s shoulder.

Wanda sat cross-legged on the floor between Natasha’s legs, her bass leaning against her thigh as though it were an extension of her body. She tilted her head slightly, her red hair falling over one shoulder, eyes dark and piercing as she stared into the lens.

Around them, the men completed the picture with quiet power.

"Much better," Mitch grinned. "I like this vibe. This is the album cover. The chemistry you have together is perfect. Sexy."

"It's not sexy," Bucky snorted, adjusting his muscle shirt.

"Then how about passionate," Mitch offered.

"Sure, whatever," Bucky replied.

"Be nice," Natasha scolded.

"Okay, let's just finish this," Steve said.

"Perfect. Perfect," Mitch smiled, her eyes glued to the camera's monitor. "Alright, just a couple more shots, and we're done."

The photographer nodded. "We're wrapping up soon, guys."

"Finally," Wanda muttered, running a hand through her hair.

"Everyone say cheese," Mitch teased.

*********

The buzz around Velvet Rebllion's new album, Rebel’s Anthem had hit a fever pitch. The cover art was plastered across streaming platforms and social media. The usual raw, edgy aesthetic resonated instantly with their fans, and rumors of album features continued to swirl.

“Obvious,” the debut single, had officially claimed its spot on the charts, peaking at number six on Billboard'sHott 100. Playlists, reaction videos, and TikToks set to the rhythm were everywhere within the first twenty-four hours. Velvet Rebellion was once again the name on everyone’s lips—this time with a new name in the mix. Yours.

The streams for the song grew a whopping one hundred thousand in the first day. You tried to ignore the lighting of your phone screen as notifications continued to pour in. Suddenly, everyone wanted to know your name and what you were all about. It was an interesting feeling for people to discover you after so long of being lowkey. You were simply a musician's daughter and a football player's ex-wife. There was no way people were checking for you. But they were. This relationship with Natasha had gained the attention of new fans, and the music was adding fuel to the well-lit fire.

Even then, you still had a 9 to 5 where you welcomed the mundane. You were meeting with colleagues, exploring the PR plan of an actress/singer who'd licked a donut in a coffee shop just two days prior.

"We need to keep a positive image for the film's premiere," one exec said.

"That might be a little difficult," you admitted, flipping through the papers on your lap.

"You're telling me," he scoffed.

"Hey, can I ask you a question?" the actress turned to you, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Of course," you replied, a smile on your lips. "Anything."

"Are you the best for the job?" She asked. "With my publicist having so much publicity herself, isn't it risky?"

"Oh, you're worried that my private life will somehow get in the way of your wrongdoings?" You tilted your head.

"I'm just saying," she shrugged. "It could happen."

"Well, if it does, you have my word. I will not be involved," you assured her, standing. "Because I wouldn't let myself."

"Good," the actress nodded, a hint of a smirk on her lips.

"And, for the record, I've been doing this six years now, so if you have any more questions about my skill or knowledge," You began. "This charity event is good for you. Pet a dog. Shake some hands. Keep your mouth and tongue to yourself."

The meeting ended shortly after, and you couldn't wait to get home. You were about to pack up and call it a day when you received a video. It was from Natasha, and you clicked play immediately. She danced to your song in her kitchen in a tank top and boxer briefs. You watched as she held a whisk, twirling it around and singing into a spoon.

You laughed as you sat down at your desk to watch. You’d hope she wasn’t posting this on Instagram. The camera panned over to Wanda, who was chopping vegetables. Then it zoomed in on her face and her amusement as she continued cooking.

"What are you doing?" She laughed.

"Getting in the zone," Natasha replied, moving closer to her. She spun again, her hair whipping around her. "Can't cook without music."

"Uh huh," Wanda shook her head, a grin on her lips. "Hi, y/n, come get your girlfriend. She's driving me crazy."

Then, the video ended.

You sent Natasha a few laughing emojis back. Gosh, you loved that woman. That's when you opened up your own Instagram. For the past few months, you haven't posted anything about your relationship other than cheeky snippets on stories. It was about time you did something. Of course, the single release was a perfect excuse.

You scrolled through your photo album to find one Isabella had taken. It was of you cuddling Natasha on the couch a couple of nights ago during movie night. She looked completely relaxed and serene as you looked into her eyes adoringly.

You smiled, your finger hovering over the picture. It was a quiet, intimate moment, one of those rare slices of normalcy. The glow of the TV in the background, the way her head rested against yours—it wasn’t just a good photo; it was the photo.

You quickly typed out a caption:

"When your favorite song is also your favorite person. Congratulations on the single release, my love. ‘Obvious’ is out now, and I couldn’t be prouder of you. ❤️✨ #VelvetRebellion #RebelsAnthem"

Satisfied, you hit Post.

Within minutes, the comments started rolling in. Fans of the band—Natasha’s, yours, or both—flooded in with love.

"Omg, y’all are so cute!!! 😍"

"Wait, this is the first time you’ve posted her!!! I’m crying!!!"

"The queen deserves the love. Congrats to Natasha and the band!!! 🔥"

and then Natasha added her comment.

"You're the song and the lyrics 🖤"

And, of course, a flood of emojis followed.

Your cheeks were burning. She was so damn sweet.

Your phone vibrated again with a text from Natasha.

“You finally did it, huh? Are you posting about me now? Bold.”

You laughed, typing back:

“It’s about time. You’re worth the hype.”

Her response came almost instantly.

“I better be. Now everyone officially knows you’re mine.”

You rolled your eyes affectionately. Natasha and her little possessive streak—it always made your heart race.

A new notification popped up—this time a DM from Wanda.

"Thank you for distracting her. She’s been on a high all week because of the single, which drives me insane. You owe me coffee for keeping her in check at rehearsal."

You grinned, firing off a quick reply.

“Deal. But you know you love her too.”

But as you scrolled through the comments and watched the likes climb, the reality of the whirlwind ahead hit you. Press runs, small performances on late-night shows, endless interviews, and the tour planning that would come after—it was only the beginning. Life was about to get hectic, a blur of airports and green rooms, flashing cameras, and sleepless nights. A part of you felt excited, and you couldn't believe it. 

---> next part

[wing-ed-thing]

Chaotic Best Friend Headcanons with Hidan

Tags/Warnings: No Reader Pronouns, Canon-Typical Themes and Violence, Partying, Mutual Physical Violence, Name Calling (bitch/asshole/bastard)

𓆃 It quite literally doesn't matter how many brain cells you have on your own. It doesn't even matter if you have a completely different demeanor to Hidan.

𓆃 When you're together, you pass one (1) brain cell back and forth, and the base of your friendship is mutually doing stupid shit together.

𓆃 Hidan will suggest ditching an Akatsuki meeting while someone's mid-monologue, and all it takes for him to start heading toward the door is a nod and a shrug from you.

𓆃 You're constantly dip from places without warning. It's become common knowledge to keep an eye on you, but then again, if someone's keeping an eye on the both of you, it'll only encourage more of your antics.

𓆃 You're constantly hitting each other, or at least trying to. If Hidan says something stupid, it's within the nature of your friendship that you just slap him. Punch him if it's really stupid.

𓆃 He's not afraid to break out the weaponry if you're having a serious fued. All kinds of injuries are fair game.

𓆃 But no matter how heated your argument gets, they never last for long. You're making up pretending nothing happened almost an hour later, if that.

𓆃 If anything, you'll talk about the injuries you gave each other in a half-complaint and half with admiration.

𓆃 You're almost never separated, and the time you spend together is usually spent playing made-up games with obscure rules.

𓆃 One of these games, most commonly played on missions, includes the highest kill count per outing which includes bonus points based on where the kill shot landed.

𓆃 This game has been outright banned by the leadership, because oftentimes to even the score, you make kills that are outside of the target demographic.

𓆃 Not to mention how at least Hidan tends to call out his points loudly.

𓆃 He oftentimes needs his calculations corrected, and will turn combative when you imply that his numbers are lower than they actually are.

𓆃 It's likely that you'll end up engaging in combat with each other until you inevitably realize that your catch got away. Then, it's an even more insufferable game of chasing the same target.

𓆃 The survivor will meet their end while you're fighting over them.

𓆃 You'll also bicker constantly over information, whether it's right, and what the details are. Doing tasks together is almost impossible given how often Hidan misunderstands basic information.

𓆃 But for as much as you fight with each other, no one should dare fuck with either of you and expect to survive.

𓆃 Sure, Hidan can call you an asshole and a bitch, but if that random guy at the bar dares call you names, Hidan isn't wasting any time making a killing blow.

𓆃 "Hey! I'm the only bastard who can call that asshole a bitch!"

𓆃 Hidan's also down to roll with whatever idea you ever have. If you want to go burn a whole village down because your date stood you up, Hidan is picking himself off the couch and grabbing his cloak because, "What else is he going to do?"

𓆃 He's also 100% ride or die and willing to go along with the longest plans if it means fun. 3 day bender? Hidan's not doing anything else.

𓆃 Don't want to go to the club alone? Hidan already knows the bartender and can get you free drinks.

𓆃 Want to make your ex jealous and pretend you have a new boyfriend, Hidan is down for a photoshoot.

𓆃 He can be a little too ride or die. He's bound to get arrested at some point for picking fights, but it's undeniable that he makes plenty of exceptions for you and your word.

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed, and supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

Notes: The soundtrack for theses headcanons is "Aliyah's Interlude - IT GIRL" on repeat. I had to find this song to write these headcanons to and I set it on loop until I was done.

[upslapmeal]

The Devil's Chord

For context going into this episode, I can name off the top of my head.....3 Beatles songs? idk I'd probably recognise more but I was v much hoping this episode didn't hinge on having any actual emotional attachment to them lol

that kid is excellently cast, really looks the part

RIP Henry your great casting was cut short too soon

very chaotic vibes from Maestro!

the theme on the piano!!

the theme on the jukebox!!

‘I want to see the Beatles’ followed by the most cute serious face <3

sure Doctor you've never been to see them but you've had the space time visualiser!

lmao Ruby and Fifteen are so much fun

pure vibes and here for a good time!

1963!!

meanwhile One is busy kidnapping Ian and Babs lol

so. gonna guess from their faces it’s not an actual Beatles song

poor Fifteen dying at the orchestra and Ruby just 😐😐 *pat on the back*

hey it’s that lady again!

do these people look like the Beatles? I feel like they don't but again. I don't really know what they did look like

so my question with all this is.. why still make music if music isn't a thing any more?

why are the Beatles formed as a group and recording with someone encouraging them in the control room?

why even set up a recording studio at all?? I guess it speaks to the underlying human-ness of music

that even when musicality is gone, people are still forcing themselves to make some sort of music

yeah I feel like I should care more about the Beatles lol

Lennon and McCartney just. immediately baring their souls

feels weird watching this and knowing it's about someone who's still alive

'GEGGC'....ah ~~music~~

'we had bad smog in November ’62' I love how the Doctor speaks like a reminiscing Londoner bc that's what he was!!

Susan mention red alert!!!

‘timelords were murdered. :D I’M FINE’ sure

Ruby's theme!

interesting that in-universe it’s music she wrote for someone else

the giggle!!

‘you never hide’ I get that Fifteen and Ruby were instant besties but she's speaking like someone who's known the Doctor way longer than 3 adventures

the sonic screwdriver being sonic!!

RIP piano granny

‘defeating him took everything*’ * catching a ball

‘you always know’ idk if it's a symptom of the reduced episode count but it does feel like they've skipped over a fair bit of Ruby and Fifteen getting to know each other

‘I was born in 2004’ 👵🏻

oh so it’s been 6 months since the last ep??

again I guess the reduced ep count has meant speeding through but :/

‘where’s my mum’ :(((

I like the un-music that Murray Gold has going on for this bit. v effective.

child of the Toymaker??

‘now time for my ppt presentation about nuclear winter’

'the lost chord' - I feel like they could have done a lil bit more with that at the start bc it didn't feel as though the guy played anything particularly unusual or special?

lol Fifteen kissing the tardis better. I mean it seemed to work

the Doctor leaving Actual Musician Ruby Sunday in the control room while he tries to play a guitar

‘I thought that was non-diegetic’ lmao I guess it makes sense that the whole episode's music is being messed with

‘there’s a hidden song deep inside her soul’ hmmmm

...secret evil power Ruby??

excellent visual of her held up by the music in the snow

they're lucky Maestro doesn't seem interested in just. killing them.

‘music battle’ this is so weird. not sure if it's weird in a way I'm enjoying

this ep has felt a bit....meandering isn't the word but I don't know what is

lmao the nostalgic voiceover…not-Lennon totally unfazed by magical floating notes...reading them even though they absolutely cannot be read because there’s no stave

danse macabre!

it’s just so funny that it's the most boring-ass chord that defeats Maestro

the thing is the ep did v little to establish these guys as Characters To Root For outside them being Beatles and I just. don't care

I'd be interested to know if Beatles fans felt more about them saving the day

musical number!!

that shot of Fifteen vibing in the spotlight is so much fun!

and the one of him and everyone in the control room watching Ruby!

the world has been deprived of music for so long that of course it explodes into a musical number!!

and a certain Mr H Arbinger returns…I imagine that's not the last we'll see of him

what a fun end lol

I dunno about this one, it had good stuff but some of it was a bit all over the place and weird in a way that I didn't enjoy that much. And some of the music-specific stuff just idk. didn't land.

Also I rewatched the ep before editing my notes but I watched it as ep4 which honestly made Fifteen and Ruby's dynamic seem less rushed (and then there wasn't the weirdness in Boom of Ruby not going to a planet for the first 6 months of travelling).

I don't know. Mixed bag this one.

[ramayantika]

Old desiblr as a locality post

A day in Desiblr gully

It's 5am and some of them are going to sleep now after having a good screentime duration while posting, "I need to stop being chronically online." Some of the artists are busy decorating their walls with their dream vacation and outfits photos and calling it a moodboard. Their houses look the prettiest because everything is set according to an aesthetic.

It's 7am now. The early risers are posting good morning messages and other teens are getting ready for catching their school vehicles while liveblogging their activities before eating one last morsel of their breakfast. A random 18 year old is getting scolded by his friend to not skip meals again or she will come with a knife. College going peeps are watching all of this silently. Some are glad that they are done with school. No more waking up at 6 and getting ready while some feel nostalgic looking at these kids doing the things they once did.

"Guys aaj meine aloo paratha banayi hai!" A girl posts a photo of makhan maar ke aloo paratha and few others immediately rush inside her house to have her delicious parathe. Someone then says, "yaar mujhe bhi aisi parathe bannani hai."

It's 12pm. The gully is a little silent now. Students preparing for competitive exams are studying. School going kids are busy with school while desperately wanting to rush home to their Desiblr gully and narrate what Mrs A said to their friend or the latest drama in their lives. Some people have saved paintings and poetry quotes to tag their friends who always stand with them and appreciate their work. They never tell them this, but they know that if they make it big in publishing something, a major credit will go to their friends for reading or appreciating their work.

And finally it's 3pm. The sun is high up in the sky. The lanes are filled with chitter chatter of school kids coming back. Some are announcing that they finally proposed their crush while some are busy debating if the said person likes them or not. Their faces are a little tired but their hearts are brimming with enthusiasm. It's good to be home. They eagerly head home and freshen themselves.

'I need to thank didi for sharing those maths tips. Only due to her, I got 97% in maths."

Here everybody eats lunch together. There are tables and mats laid in the common garden. So many dishes belonging to different cuisines prepared by everyone from different states of India is served here. There are sweets and very spicy foods. Some got local desi refreshing drinks to beat the summer while some got their delicious homemade achaar.

Do you hear someone singing? Yeah they are the singers of our neighbourhood. It's a desi mehfil. Some of them have been training in music while some join in to vibe. It's a fun activity nevertheless. The mic is open, you can join in anytime.

It's 5pm. Some of them took an afternoon nap and woke up dazed. A tent is set up. It's a cultural evening today, I think. Wait for it, we may not have the best costumes and stage arrangements but we have got some talented performers. Love lorn poets have got their poems out, the dancers are dancing on movie songs while some choose devotional pieces. Look at her, she sings so well! The crowd is singing with her too. Wait for another hour and you will see some of our amazing photographers and painters with their brilliant artistry.

Now everybody is heading to study and take cars of their other jobs. Some are cleaning their homes (blogs) and painting the walls after they saw a movie and want their house (blog theme) to match the colour scheme. Is there a warm happy feeling in your heart? There is always this feeling in the air here.

Well this small neighbourhood is pretty and chaotic. Sometimes you might feel as if you do not fit in. Everyone looks intimidating. Their are scuffles and fights too at times. But just wait for a while and give time, you will find your own circle too. Be prepared to take care of some absolute unhinged friends too for they be taking some really impulsive decisions.

I think it's 10pm now. Some are having dinner right now with their friends. There is a boy busy completing his assignments after procrastinating the whole day (he made his friends bully him to make him complete it)

Do you know we maybe young, very young but we got hearts and somewhere a little wisdom too. This is the place to be yourself the way you are. You don't need to pretend here. We cry loudly and laugh loudly too. Our friends have seen the best and worst of us yet they choose to stay with us through thick and thin.

It's midnight. Someone announced that they are leaving this place saying, "it's time to move on friends. You all made my life brighter and I am so grateful for each on you." See how every person goes and hugs them. Some have started crying but they all choose to let them go. It's only for the best, they say. 'Just remember us in your memories. We wish you all the best, friend! Goodbye! Our doors will always be open for you if you ever decide to come back.'

It's dawn once again. Someone will come up with a new poem as an aubade to wake up sleepy heads for school. O look, a group of girls are singing devotional songs. It's a beautiful start, isn't it.

This is our colourful little community. Humari Desiblr gully...

[cloudcountry]

waltz of the flowers

Genre/Tropes: No notable ones.

Summary: After getting rejected by the person that asked you for a slow dance, you leave the school dance to take a breather. That was the best decision you made all night.

Author's Comments: Reader calls Riddle Housewarden but they are the Ramshackle Prefect! It's more of a teasing title than anything. Also, I used a prompt for this one, and the gist was "your prom date stands you up" and it got me thinking about NRC school dances. Also, Riddle looks so pretty in his suitor suit!! The title is a reference to the Nutcracker, if yk yk. Also there's a tiny dash of jealous Riddle which I didn't intend but it's there now!

~~~~~

You simply adored the theme they chose for this year's annual school dance—Midnight Meadow. The walls were covered with faux flowers, streamers of yellow twirling down from the ceiling, desserts on fancy tea tables with delicate vases filled with even more flowers. You’d picked out the nicest formal wear you could afford with Crowley’s allowance to go to your very first dance. Your friends at Heartslabyul had worked to style your hair and accessorize you on Cater’s request, which was how you ended up with a messy heart and spade drawn on your right cheek. You didn’t mind their additions, though—your outfit being slightly symbolic of the friendships you’ve made at NRC wasn’t embarrassing, even if those two did draw like children.

You’d lost Grim in the crowd a while ago, his pitchfork tail swishing briefly behind him before he disappeared into the crowd, no doubt heading towards the snack table. Deciding to let Grim go, just for one night, you spent your time socializing with the friends you’d made during your time here.

Ace and Deuce were naturally attached to your hips, with Ace making snarky comments about people’s outfits and Deuce leading you through the crowds when they got a little too dense. They roped you into a few dances (even stealing some from students who looked like they wanted to ask you) even though Deuce couldn’t dance and Ace was too confident. It was fun though, and that’s really all you could have asked for.

Then the unthinkable happened.

“Ehhh, Shrimpy?” a tall shadow was cast over you and your friends as a voice cooed out a very familiar nickname.

“Hello Floyd!” you turned around quickly, delighted to have a chance to talk to one of the elusive Octavinelle students.

“You’re so cute, Shrimpy. Say, would you mind giving me your slow dance? You’re the only one I could bear it with.” he said, crossing his arms over his chest in a pout.

You laughed, unaware of Ace and Deuce’s baffled expressions.

“Sure thing. Nobody has asked me yet, so the spot is yours.” you nodded, “Also, I love the seashell details on your suit. They’re very pretty.”

“You’re so cute, I could just squeeze you right here...oh well, see you Prefect. I’m looking forward to it, eh he he.” Floyd giggled, spinning on his heel and walking away.

“He’s so weird—anyways, I think I’m going to go find Grim. The environment is a bit chaotic but if I leave him unsupervised for long—”

“Prefect! You agreed to dance with him?” Ace yelled, his hands outstretched like he didn’t know what to do with them.

“Well...yeah.” you blinked, “He’s not that bad, guys. Floyd likes dancing.”

“I’m not talking about the dancing skills of this guy! I’m talking about how dangerous he is!” Ace protested, eyebrows furrowed with worry.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea either. Floyd’s unpredictable.” Deuce said thoughtfully, exuding far more care than Ace was.

“I promise I’ll be alright. I know how to handle myself.” you laughed, turning away from them to head to the snack table.

Song after song played after you found Grim, choosing to talk with your classmates instead of dance. You hadn’t gotten to do that much since the start of the event, your mind caught up with the bass of the music and the stellar playlist they had. Your classmates all seemed excited to see you, and you received many compliments on your formal wear and food recommendations (mostly from Kalim.)

You hoped there would be more events like this.

It was only until the slow dance that you decided to find your partner, ditching Grim once again and declining Kalim’s invitation to dance (and a short while later, Rook’s as well.) You found Floyd standing in the corner, staring off into space.

“Floyd? Do you want to dance?” you asked, gesturing to the people dancing, either solo or paired up on the floor.

“Eh? No, I don’t feel like it anymore. Go find another partner.” he huffed, turning away from you adamantly.

You blinked, feeling your heart breaking a little. You had really been looking forward to the slow dance, and you would have been happy with anyone. But of course, Floyd’s mood swings were unpredictable, and your luck had been historically bad.

“Okay. Thank you for offering though!” you waved and left him alone.

Deciding to clear your head instead of dance, you made the decision to step outside. The night air was refreshing against your cheeks as your gaze shifted towards the sky.

Staying out here for a few more minutes wouldn’t be so bad.

Five minutes into your impromptu stargazing session, you felt a tap on your shoulder.

You jumped, expecting to see Ace or Deuce asking you what you were doing outside, but when you turned around you saw Riddle.

“Prefect, what are you doing outside?” he cleared his throat, his posture as straight as ever.

“I didn’t have a partner for the slow dance and honestly...I was getting a little tired.” you laughed, patting the patch of grass next to you, “Come on, Housewarden. Sit down.”

He cleared his throat, pink dusting his cheeks. Well, at least it wasn’t an angry shade of red. You didn’t want Riddle mad at you right now...or ever.

“May I have this dance?” he held his hand out, bowing his head to you.

You inhaled sharply as the breath was simultaneously sucked from your chest. He’d asked you in such a serious and regal way—not only did it make you feel special, it made you feel like royalty.

“Well...I suppose my dance partner did ditch me tonight.” you mused, placing your hand in his.

Riddle didn’t miss a beat, resting his hand on your waist as the muted song from the school drifted out into the courtyard. He held you gently, his grip firm but tender. You let him lead you through the first few steps on the dance, staring into the big gray eyes.

“Who would pass up a chance to dance with you?” Riddle murmured, completely engrossed in you already.

“You won’t like the answer!” you hummed, drawing out the last syllable of answer.

“I’m the one that asked. I swear I won’t collar them, if that's what you’re worried about.” Riddle winces, but it looks like he’s trying to smile.

Ah, the Housewarden is trying to joke with you. Cute.

“Floyd Leech.”

“What?! You were going to dance with him?” Riddle nearly yelled, his face turning that bright shade of red you were sure Ace was used to by now.

“He asked before anyone else did!” you protested, choosing to not comment on Riddle’s stumble after you revealed who you would have danced with to him.

“You could have asked someone.” he huffed, and you swore he pulled you just a little bit closer.

“Oh yeah? Do you want me to dance with Ace or Deuce instead? Because Ace would do something weird and embarrass me. I love Deuce to bits but he’d step on my feet and-”

“Prefect, do I have to spell it out for you? You should have asked me!” Riddle blurted out, his face slowly turning red.

Okay, Riddle was definitely holding you closer. It was not your imagination.

“I’m the only one in this school you can trust to actually know how to dance. I’m well versed in every form of waltz.” he murmured, brow furrowed, “And...well, I won’t step on your feet or do anything weird.”

“I know Riddle.” you hummed, tilting your head so it rested against him, “Isn’t that why I’m dancing with you and not them?”

He sucked in a breath but said nothing more. You laughed, squeezing his shoulder gently.

“You’re adorable, Housewarden.”

Just when you thought Riddle couldn’t get any redder, he proved you wrong.

[narrators-journal]

A new moon rising: Chapter 1

Ngl, I learned the hard way with my other story. Do NOT baby this shit lmao. I love these two, I adore you all greatly, but I’m sorry. I’m not taking damn near a year to post a fic again. We are posting these parts as soon as they’re done basically. Warts and all. I can write more scenarios to answer questions or shore up plot holes if I need. For now? Just enjoy this lil ditty, and humor me besties. With any luck, ya bitch won’t drop this.

First part: Here

Next part: Here

Masterlist: Here “See ya next week, Mochi!~” The girl sang as she jogged off to the train station, with a plush toy tucked beneath one arm and a wave thrown back to the tall brunette that stood outside of the arcade in the crisp evening air with a bright smile. At least, until his date left his view, then that smile dropped into exhaustion. The solid brick of the wall a welcome support when he let himself sag slightly in the dark hour. The same thing said about the soft burble of the decorative fountain and the chaotic mixture of theme songs from the games behind the brunette. “I need to stop letting my dates go so long…” he chuckled up to the heavily round moon that stared down at him from the star-speckled sea of blue. Though, of course, the silver eye didn’t respond. It simply continued to watch him when he broke eye contact and pushed off of the bricks with a pained wince. No comfort, no assurances, just an ever present observer to the dull ache that zipped down the brunette’s spine as he left the mall. Though, Ryoji Mochizuki didn’t head for the boys dormitory to lay down and rest his achey bones. Instead, he took some time to wander the dark, peaceful streets of tatsumi port for some time to think. Something that he often did after dates, even when his pale skin felt as if it was about to slough off of his bones.

But, ever since he’d moved to the port, nightly walks to admire the soothing calm of the dark winter hours were the only moments of alone time that he got. So, even when his body began to ache and burn, he savored the time outside of the crowded boys dormitory. Between school, his part-time job, how crowded and noisy the dormitory could be, the time he spent with Junpei, chasing Minato, or going on dates, the brunette was rarely left alone in a day. And, he wasn’t mad at that fact, Ryoji was an exchange student, and that ‘new toy’ thrill was sustained by the amount of confidence and charm that he had. Paired with the fact that Ryoji was relatively tall, with dark hickory-colored hair that he kept swept back, and vibrant blue eyes, he was well aware that he was popular, and he did enjoy that popularity.

Though, it does nothing with Minato… He thought as he passed one of the zombie-esque people that seemed to be the only ones to wander the shadowy streets with Ryoji beneath the silver light of the inescapable moon. I guess I can’t be too upset though, Minato’s not the type to care about social opinion. Naturally, other girls and guys liking me won’t make HIM like me.He unhappily sighed at that point, but he knew Minato well enough to know it was true. Even if he does fucking like me, and is just a brat about it. An angry voice whispered in his head, which, was equally true.

Granted, if Ryoji had been at Gekkoukan a month, only a week of that had been spent in conversation with the midnight-haired emo beauty, but the brunette could still tell. It was as if he had some psychic sense when it came to the grumpy man, so Ryoji knew that Minato was, at a minimum, attracted to him in a physical sense, even if he wouldn’t admit to it. Which, was what seemed to encourage the tall brunette in his pursuit of him.

Though, there were multiple reasons for that pursuit. The way that Minato never had a consistent scent, as if he’d simply used what was within reach in the shower that morning, his storm-grey eyes, a voice that teetered between exhausted and annoyed, and a sense of humor that was as dark as the mariana trench.

“Mochizuki.”

Ryoji blinked back to reality at the sound of Aigis’ voice in the damp air of the...discolored night. “Aigis? The hell are you doing here?” He asked, though his eyes couldn’t seem to actually look at the blonde woman that stood a bit ahead of him on the moonlight bridge. Though, she seemed unbothered by the tornado green sky, cold, stagnant air, and sudden silence of the night. “Where...even is here?” “I am here to correct my mistake.” The blonde said in a serious voice that seemed to freeze the damp air to the brunette’s skin. The rush of the water beneath the long bridge a deafening roar in the tall man’s ears as the blonde continued. “I have remembered what you are, Mochizuki.” “N-no! Aigis...I’m-” “You are the embodiment of death. I remember that now.” She said, her...well, Ryoji’s vision had begun to swim, so he couldn’t tell what was on her feet, but it heavily clunk against the asphalt as she approached him. So, he stepped back from her as he squeezed his eyes shut and tangled his fingers into his hair. “No. I-I’m Ryoji-” “You are Thanatos.” She corrected, “You are the shadow of the thirteenth arcana.” “No! No, Aigis stop it!” He ordered, tears in his eyes and his words bouncing in his skull like a bunch of wrecking balls. And, when he lifted his head to look back at her, he saw that she had stumbled back. You’re a robot, how can I affect you?

Sadly, he got no time to ponder the question, because the blonde’s fingertips flipped back to force the- god am I even a man?- the brunette into a mad scramble across the asphalt. Which, wasn’t made easier by the pain that throbbed in his skull and through his body, nor by the clouds of dirt and rock that was sent into the air when Aigis’ bullets shredded Ryoji’s sun-colored scarf into rags. Somehow, he managed to avoid being hit by the projectiles directly, though, yet, no matter how he dove, scrambled, and ran across the moonlight bridge, Aigis simply reloaded. Stop it! Stop! Make her stop! Ryoji plead, though to who, he was too panicked to be sure.

He felt pulled in far too many directions. While his body seemed to run on autopilot, his mind was aflurry with a cacophany of thoughts. Dots that he didn’t want to connect, connecting, memories, explanations, all moved too fast for him to get a grip on in the moment. Yet, at the same time, there was something that weighed in his mind like a mountain in the hurricane. A cold hunger that crept in on him like a lioness in the sahara as he threw himself to the bullet-pocked bridge. “Stop it!” Ryoji screamed at the top of his lungs, not caring who it was at anymore. The presence in his head, the thoughts, or Aigis, he didn’t care. He simply wanted everything to stop.

And, it did.

Silence fell back over the discolored night as if the entire world held its breath. Ryoji’s thought, the gunfire, even the water below them seemed to freeze for a second at his command. At least, until the brunette braved a glance back at Aigis. Able to see that she’d been rooted to the spot on the cracked asphalt, her arms still raised with her fingers aimed at the tall man. Yet, as he watched her through the thin curtain of hair that had fallen into his widened eyes, her arms fell to her white-clothed sides, and soon, she fell to her knees. Her own sky blue eyes now dull and lifeless.

Now that she wasn’t on the attack, Ryoji could drink in the gold metal that glinted in the yellow-green light of the engorged full moon, the other shiny metal of the blonde woman’s body as she collapsed onto the bridge. She’s a robot, how is she dead? He thought, his breath slowed with his heart rate, though his head still throbbed with a pain that he ignored, sure that it came from too many thoughts, revelations, and the weight of that presence in the back of his mind. “But you cannot stop at a mere robot, my child.”A female voice barely whispered, as if a woman was whispering at him from a mile away. But, he heard her, and as he looked down at the non-functional blonde. His classmate. Minato’s classmate.

Ryoji’s stomach fell into his shoes.

Oh god, Minato. He thought, an anxious, miserable lump in his throat, If Aigis is in the Dark Hour, he surely is too. If he finds her like this… Tears burned the corners of Ryoji’s eyes at the mental image. He knew this...the truth that sat in his belly like a cinderblock, was too much to explain. To expect that his other half would understand. And it hurt to know. “You know what you must do, my child. Do not falter.” That woman said again, but he ignored her with no real thought towards it.

He scooped Aigis up off of the weakened bridge and bolted to the side of the bridge to look down at the cold, sluggish water beneath his feet that was colored a darker shade of green in the sickly color of the moon.

Surely, as a robot Aigis wouldn’t respond well to water. Not with the gaps that acted as her ball-and-socket joints and exposed her gears and circuitry. So, when Ryoji stepped onto the railing with her limply in his arms, he knew that it was a death sentence for the girl. For one of Minato’s friends. But, he still jumped into the water with her.

He clung to her as the wind swept his disshevelled hair back once more before the dark, icy water swallowed them both. Darkness blinded the man, his scarf suddenly over his mouth and nose as if to further drown him. As if I can die… He thought. Though, at the same time, a robot couldn’t die, yet he could feel her body heat up from all of the wires and circuit boards that seemed to wail as they were awash with the same river water that stirred her straw-colored hair around her lifeless expression.

She was almost beautiful as they sank. Without the snarls and glares that she always showed him, her face was perfectly sculpted like a barbie doll’s, her eyes were a lovely shade of blue, and her hair would frame her face wonderfully. Of course I would find her beautiful like this. When she’s as dead as a robot can be. He thought as he let her go to watch her sink to the muddy trash and plants that occupied the water. Meanwhile, up above, he could sense a familiar soul’s approach.

Naturally, Ryoji couldn’t hear anything above the roar of the water that flowed over him, but he could feel Minato. The same way that he could feel his scarf tug at his throat in the current, he could feel the dark-haired man above him. Could almost track him when he looked around at the many, many bullets embedded into the asphalt and called for Aigis in the discolored hour.

Until, finally, the green sky seemed to recede back into the moon as it shrank. In it’s place, the sky’s normal dark purple-ish blue hue, stars, and silver light, but Ryoji’s senses remained. He could still sense Minato’s chaotic soul above him, then more souls, Mitsuru’s, Yukari’s, the other SEES, all of them seemed to come to talk to Minato. And, while Ryoji couldn’t hear them, he could feel when they eventually left.

Only then, did the brunette surface. The silver light of the now-normal moon the only one to greet him, that and the sounds of cars far off, or too much awareness of the many, many souls that filled Tatsumi port. Which, he swam towards with heavy limbs and an even heavier heavier heart.

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

Personally I want her to continue discussing her own creations and how creating and redidicating her love songs to her new guy feels and the problem with muses and how her exe guy was put on such a high pedistel but it was all an illusion and he kinda didn't deliver et cetera. Frankly for TTPD i was expecting at least one "our love was gold but now you're hearts tin" metaphor.

anon tbh I wasn't going to answer this because like I've said before, I really don't want to get into the muses of it all in that way here because I don't think there's anything to add to the conversation (definitely not for me anyway). Which isn't to say you or other people can't feel that way and talk about it, to be clear! Just not what I want to talk about on my blog for the most part.

BUT, while on the first listen or two of TTPD I was surprised that there wasn't more, let's say, overt reference to a certain muse, like I said in this post last night, he is all over the album in the subtext. And frankly, I think there is actually quite a bit of reference in the album to some of the themes you mention, even if it's metaphor at times.

The idealizing of the muse but it coming crashing down? I kept calm and carried the weight of the rift. I founded the club she's heard great things about. You say I abandoned the ship but I was going down with it. Handcuffed to the spell I was under for just one hour of sunshine. My friends tried, but I wouldn't hear it, watched me daily disappearing for just one glimpse of his smile. He was a hot house flower to my outdoorsmen.

Didn't deliver on promises made and the implosion of their plans? Say it once again with feeling how the death rattle breathing silenced as the soul was leaving, the deflation of our dreaming leaving me bereft and reeling. Years of labor, locks and ceilings, in the shade of how he was feeling. I left all I knew, you left me at the house by the Heath. So how much sad did you think I had in me? How much tragedy? You swore that you loved me but where were the clues? I died on the altar waiting for the proof. (Honourable mention: How long could we be a sad song 'til we were too far gone to bring back to life? And I wouldn't marry me either, a pathological people pleaser who only wanted you to see her. Do something, babe, say something.)

There's so much there about love gone cold. I stopped CPR, after all it's no use, the spirit was gone, we would never come to. Splintered back in winter, silent dinners, bitter, he was with her in dreams. Gray and blue and fights and tunnels. And so a touch that was my birthright became foreign.

I don't doubt she's going to be processing that relationship and its end for awhile, mot because she's hung up on it but because it was just a huge growth experience she'll be unpacking as she gains more distance from it. (Just the same way she's unpacked the Jake relationship from "chaotic first true love" to "problematic first adult relationship" to something... darker.) And it may show up in other music, sure. But my impression from the album, and especially from the epilogue and from the various posts about it, is that she isn't keen on hashing things out to such a direct degree in the future. I could be totally wrong, but I got the feeling that with TTPD she was closing the book on that. (I have some guesses as to why, but they're not needed here and again veer into the parasocial I think. The very abridged cliff notes version of it is: they went through a lot together and were both dealing with their own shit separately and as a couple over the years, and while that doesn't excuse any way she was treated, I think it's more nuanced in her mind than "he was a shitty boyfriend and I'm mad".)

It's kind of like some of her other relationships and experiences: I don't doubt those feelings and the way those feelings have evolved will show up in future music. I just don't expect it to show up in a "now that I'm in a healthy relationship where I feel supported and cherished FUCK YOU [insert name here]". I'm exaggerating but you get the point.

(not criticizing you anon or anyone else, just saying-- this isn't something I particularly want to contribute to)

[pikabysss]

I just need to talk about Blazblue music for a sec, more precisely, talk about Hazama's theme and make a short character analysis afterward....

(I hid it under the cut. It was getting long.)

One of the many reasons I like Hazama so much is because of his theme song's second version: Gluttony Fang II.

Okay, I'm not going to talk about the name, but I just need to say how it's intriguing how a character like Hazama is associated with gluttony and not Wrath or Envy. (Or Lust, but Lust is Jin's thing, with his theme song 'LUST Sin'. Lust in maj, yes, as if I couldn't read it.) They really chose the weirdest sins and twisted it. Like, seriously, you see that man, and you do not jump at the conclusion of: "Ah! Yes! Gluttony." Even Jin seems more lustful than Hazama seems gluttonous. However, his Astral Finish of a snake voring devouring his victim is quite intriguing...

But I honestly thought his theme song was Azrael's the first time I saw the names.

Anyway, name aside, the music itself is... well, taste is subjective, and it's more what it is showing/telling that interests me. Okay, let's get another something out of the way: I noticed Hazama has long fingers, and he often place them in a crooked or weird position. Like, he got a flexible hand and, therefore, fingers and they're animated like, you know, someone trying to get the attention of a cat. So, I just told myself, "Yeah, he has pianist fingers."

And how does Gluttony Fang II uncut start with!? A piano solo! And his la noire estethic just screams piano too, like, COME ON! This is GREAT!

The solo itself is great too. It starts serene, showing his how his façade is: polite and innofensive guy, but then get progressively more unhinged. (Honestly, I always picture Hazama playing the Piano part in my head. Like, him struggling to not let his façade slip while he plays, but eventually ends up mashing the keys. And, if you listen closely, you can FEEL the damn keys getting hit harder.)

I think the piano part really represents Hazama. Then, the electronic percussion and electric guitar gets in, and that's his Terumi side fully showing. But, since Chronophantasma was when they started to separate Hazama from Terumi, they had to make a HAZAMA theme and not a TERUMI theme. Anyway, that's how I see it. There are many more emotions into the song now. More than just adrenaline and anxiety and rage from his first version. There's some calmer piano moments shoved into the song, like saying that Hazama is more there than before. But the combination of the piano and guitar during the song shows that he has 2 sides too, and the way the notes gets chaotic sometimes on the piano's end, is just like Hazama trying to get control over that Terumi side. Even when they separate, we can agree that Hazama did not get rid of his Terumi side completely, as if Terumi was a bad infection left on him. So, even when the music gets way calmer and serene for a bit, it gets back at being heart pumping and anxiety inducing.

But, it's really a chaotic song because Hazama is a chaotic character. The sadder or more serene part could be a hint toward his past as Kazuma (who was basically a uwu soft guy). So, I kinda see it more like a Kazuma vs. Terumi kinda song, where they fight over control over that vessel, which is Hazama. However, the beginning is purely Hazama, indecisive and getting insane over the fact that he's basically two entity at once and that he doesn't want to pick a side.

Hazama is a sad character overall. There's two sides to a coin, but the coin falls on its border, which is something that shouldn't be happening. It's like Hazama has two choices: either he becomes Terumi (ally with Terumi) or becomes Kazuma (ally with Trinity), but he wants neither. He wants to be Hazama, but for that, he needs to develop his feelings. Otherwise, he's nothing but just a vessel to either souls to use. I do believe a part of Kazuma is inside Hazama. Nobody can deny that, I think. But Hazama is rejecting it just like he is rejecting Terumi. Which, I don't think he realises it, makes him suffer more than if he decided to choose. He's trying so hard to find a reason to exist, but for what reason? He could simply give up everything and go back with Terumi. He clearly has values and a will. He just doesn't understand it himself: That choosing a side hurts him and that he would rather be free. For someone as smart when it comes to perceiving other's emotions, he really sucks at introspection. That hole in his chest is clearly not the only thing that made him suffer. It just made him suffer MORE than the other stuff. Suffer so much that he managed to realise it.

Okay, so... Hazama is one of the best characters to write about '[...] is bad at feelings' kind of fics. That's... that's literally the major part of his character. That and the desire to find oneself.

[queen-of-the-boos]

BAM ANOTHER ASK I STRIKE AGAIN

Band-aid 🩹 and Microphone 🎤 do not hold back when rambling give me everything in your head

Oh you asked for it.

1. If there was one thing about your f/o that you would want people to understand, what would it be?

Moon isn't pure evil. He's chaotic neutral. Yeah I said it. Most of my faves are. I'm not trying to woobify this robot I'm dead fucking serious he has so many neutral traits and it's like I'm the only one who sees them. I guess I'm insane? What else is new man. But anyway just.

He's programmed with security protocols and just wanted to catch Gregory. "Ouuu Gregory is just a kid" maybe so. But he's a fucking menace of a child. Look what happened to the others and the entire pizza plex because of that child. Granted the plex part was also because of a certain entity, but I digress. Moon was trying to stop Gregory in any way possible because it was in his programming.

THAT BEING SAID. He is also a meanie and silly. And you know what? I love that about him. I think he's allowed to be mean and be a little silly as a treat. If I was in someone's shadow all the time constantly being called bad and evil by even the official pizza plex merch, I'd snap too.

I think he just plays into the mean and bad role because it's all he's ever been known as. It's all he knows. Aside from how to take care of children. That can be an iffy mix. But yknow what? Contrary to popular and boring belief, some kids actually like villains better. I imagine there are little regulars of the daycare that adored Moon and he probably loved it. You know if he heard a little one say he was cool, he'd absolutely keep playing up and exaggerating his villainous tendencies. And that never became an actual threat until the whole virus incident.

Yknow something else. I like threatening Moon too. Yeah I said it. I don't care if he has a virus or not that won't stop me from loving every bit of him pre-present-or post virus. And no I don't think he's ever actually hurt a child before Gregory. I think he's scared them shitless but never laid a hand on one. I think he ENJOYED scaring them too. And I think that's fun sorry not sorry. Once again, being the opposite of Sun is all he really knows, and the virus just amped that up to 11.

Did you know that before they were programmed with the knowledge to care for children, they were both theater performers? Facts. It's no wonder poor Sun seems to have anxiety and Moon is so theatrical in his spooky personality. Sun always played the good guy and Moon was always the villain on stage. It's just their natural ways. Furthering my point.

Tldr; Moon isn't inheritly evil. He's morally grey. And programmed to be that way virus or not.

Wow that did get long. Sorry. Hm.

2. Does your f/o sing or play music? If so, how are they at their craft, and what's your favorite thing about it?

I hc Moonie both sings and has a music box for lulling people to sleep. They're a wonderful singer and I'd pay MONEY to fall asleep to their voice. Moon asmr when /hj

My favorite thing about it... Definitely when Moon plays waltzy tunes from his music box and asks me to dance with him- or when he does silly dances to his own music. He's really good at making up funny songs too! Some of them can be morbid, but I like morbid. I like him. I wish I could kiss him. "He doesn't have lips" shut UP yes he does they're right there carved on his big happy smile. Also idgaf I will kiss teeth like a sans selfshipper try me bitch (I'm sure you probably feel the same)

... I'm actually listening to the carousel theme for the first time and imagining dancing with Moonie under the daycare stars... But don't tell anyone....

[agentnico]

Babylon (2022) Review

Internet can rejoice - we have finally been given the full scale Hollywood treatment for the famous ‘Bully Maguire’ meme. What a time to be alive!

Plot: A tale of outsized ambition and outrageous excess, it traces the rise and fall of multiple characters during an era of unbridled decadence and depravity in early Hollywood.

So far I have enjoyed everything that director Damien Chazelle had to offer. Whiplash was thrilling and suspenseful; La La Land was my favourite film of that year; and First Man managed to make a Neil Armstrong movie stand out from generic biopic tropes. So of course I was going to see his new Babylon movie, even though I was well aware of the mixed critical and audience responses to it. Having now seen it, I must say its a shame that film will go down as “that 2022 box office flop that starred Brad Pitt and Margot Robbie”. For though its far from perfect, Babylon is a very entertaining movie and one that offers a lot to analyse for those who love cinema. But let’s elaborate...

From the opening scene you can tell that this movie is going to be a raunchy chaotic cascade of Hollywood elites’ debauchery. For better or worse, in the first 5 minutes you get to enjoy an elephant defecate right onto the camera in unnecessary detail, and then 5 minutes later there’s a woman urinating on an oversized naked man who may or may not be Brendan Fraser from The Whale. Yes, it’s that kind of movie, no strings attached so to speak. There’s plenty of grotesque imagery involved, and it’s basically The Wolf of Wall Street set in Hollywood, only with less cussing yet just as much sex. It’s a very energetic movie, that never really takes a moment to breathe and instead just keeps slapping the audience in the face with chaos upon chaos upon chaos for over 3 hours. And yes, this movie is 3 hours long and you feel it. However within all this madness there is an underlining message of the ever-growing nature of cinema, celebrating its longevity and influence through the many changes that it faces. Its the idea that even though, according to Chazelle, Hollywood is the modern day Babylon aka the city of sin, through all the partying and vulgar behaviour all these people together are part of something bigger than all of them, something important. Brad Pitt’s character passionately argues about the movies being “fine art”, and that message comes across strongly in this movie. And yes, through all the mess this is actually a very good looking movie. The set pieces and costume design are all on another level. There’s so much colour and glamour in every scene, and also the score, we need to talk about the music!

Chazelle is no stranger to music, and manages to again include a lot of jazz and trumpets throughout Babylon. He once again has Justin Hurwitz doing the music, and the score plays a major part in supporting the many ongoing themes of the film. There are the tender romantic notes of ‘Manny and Nellie’s Theme’ to the maddening trumping trumpets of Voodoo Mama during the hectic partying set pieces, and then the blending of Hurwitz score with the orchestral classic of Mussorgsky’s “Night on Bald Mountain” during the movie’s look at 1920′s roaring film sets, symbolising, again, the mayhem and disarray of it all. And then there’s Li Jun Li singing songs about the female genitalia, cause, you, city of sin and all that. My point is though the music really amplified the atmosphere and honestly I’ll happily listen to the score outside of the film also, it’s that good.

The performances are all great of course too. Margot Robbie plays the American Dream-obsessed self absorbed starlet well, and Robbie throws herself into all the bedlam that Chazelle gives her, and Brad Pitt....well, I mean its Brad Pitt. You know what you get from the guy. Always solid and reliable and damn cool. Diego Calva is the only character that you can somewhat sympathise with and want to follow, as he’s the only one apparently in this version of Hollywood that isn’t a total prick. Calva does well being the eyes of the audience. We also have a load of other character fly by. From the many wives of Brad Pitt’s character played by the likes of Olivia Wilde and Katherine Waterston, to Jean Smart’s Hollywood writer/critic/gossip columnist who mockingly observes from afar the rise and fall of these people, to the aforementioned Tobey Maguire playing a giggling creepy mob boss, who is very over the top and has really ugly teeth, but again, for internet fans of ‘Bully Maguire’ this one’s a real treat. That being said, Maguire’s role is slightly more than a cameo, and also his part felt like it was part of a completely different movie. His section is very good and entertaining to watch, but again brings me to my main issue with the film...

Where Babylon falls short is in its ambition. It tries to tell so many stories all at once, as such making its central theme of chaos be also a detriment to the movie as a whole. It feels all over the place and as an audience member it becomes difficult to get attached to any specific narrative thread. Also through all the orgies, drug use, dancing and partying, I must say some of the raunchiness was definitely unnecessary and done for the sake of. Like say the elephant pooping or when Robbie’s character projectile vomits all over another person. Those parts didn’t add to anything and felt like Chazelle was seeing how much he could get away with. Also, I appreciate all the love for cinema, but at times this movie felt really pretentious and full of itself. The 1952 Singin’ in the Rain film plays a major ongoing part in this movie, and at the end Calva’s character is sitting in a movie theatre watching that film. Chazelle then proceeds to give us a montage of how cinema progresses through the years right up to modern day, and that felt overly indulgent. Like we get the message - cinema is art. No need to knock us over the head with it. 

Babylon is an overstuffed and exhausting movie that at 3 hours is way too long. However its full of entertaining moments and great performances, and you’ll never find yourself bored. If you like The Wolf of Wall Street at 1920s Hollywood, then this one is for you. If you like seeing animals taking massive dumps, well then brother you’re about to watch the best movie of your entire life!

Overall score: 7/10

[zetaeta87]

astromania alstroemeria, bodyswap magenta, emotion names villain au, lman but there's god, magical safe haven, ROLESWAP AU, the boo in lman what will he do, villain assistant ranboo au and to throw a dart at something Unknowable, iiiiiiii. For Innit, who is patiently waiting for me to write its next post answer about how it enjoys snackies.

Astromania Alstroemeria - band au, featuring Tommy, Tubbo, and Purpled as the actual band, and Ranboo as their chaotic assistant! I even somehow gave Purpled a tragic backstory by dramatically misinterpreting a song that I was planning to use for him. Stars would be a huge recurring theme, which is why it’s called Astromania.

Bodyswap magenta - this idea was first formed when I was mildly sleep deprived. Basically, Tubbo, Ranboo, and Purpled have a sleepover at Tommy’s house. They find a book of rituals in Phil’s room, and since they’re unsupervised chaotic teens at a sleepover, they perform one that’s meant to swap their consciousness around. They don’t expect it to work, but it does. They begin Pranks.

Emotion names villain au - I’m gonna be honest, I mostly wrote this one because I like the Dream-Tommy-Ranboo trio and wanted them as villains. But basically, those three are villains, and the rest of SBI plus Sam and Tubbo are heroes sent after them. Dream has puppeteer strings that basically act like telekinesis, Ranboo can manipulate plants (including turning himself into a plant), and Tommy can manipulate gravity. I don’t have a plot for this, but I did write the reveal of Tommy’s powers because I had such a clear mental image of that scene.

Lman but there’s god - the title gives it away, pretty much. It’s L’Manberg, but Drista is a part of it from pretty much the start. And she’s the god of chaos, so you can imagine how well that goes for the people going to war against her. Hint: it goes very fucking terribly.

Magical safe haven: This started as a background part of a chatfic, then I went absolutely feral on the worldbuilding. I made a chart of what characters are founders and members of certain organizations, not to mention all the representatives in the central magical council which required funky things like Techno being the rep of Pogtopia and Bad being the rep of Manhunt. I literally ended up forgetting the plot and thus have not been able to continue.

Roleswap au - while it may seem like it, this actually is not the one inspired by your fics! That’s ddddd. This one has Tubbo swapped with Ranboo, Tommy swapped with Purpled, Wilbur swapped with Sally, and Dream swapped with Drista. The fic opens in Snowchester with Purpled and Ranboo hanging out, Ranboo’s on call with Tubbo (who’s out mining), they’re vibing. Then XD shows up and goes ‘i’m bored, this is your problem now’, and yeets Ranboo and Purpled into canon L’Manberg. Oh yeah, and here’s my favorite part of the roleswap world: since Sally is in Wilbur’s place, calling it L’Manberg doesn’t really make sense. So they call it L’Talberg instead, since they are tall bois.

the boo in lman what will he do - time travel! After Sam kills Ranboo, Kristin goes ‘alright, this is too far’, and yeets him into the past so that everyone gets a second chance. He is fully planning on not telling anyone about this… but then the past!Tommy accidentally reads his memory book. And he tells the other L’Manbergians. Good luck keeping secrets from the smol version of your best friends, boo.

Villain assistant ranboo au - ranboo has memory manipulation and teleportation powers. These are valuable to villains, so of course he ends up joining SBI in villainy. Phil is actually a bad guy in this one - he tries to get Ranboo to use his powers way too much. The others notice and promptly get him the hell out, then have an epic confrontation with Phil and get him thrown in Pandora’s Vault alongside Dream, who is his ally in tormenting Ranboo.

iiiiiiii - I’ll actually share a snippet of this one, since it doesn’t really have a plot beyond pure fluff. Tommy’s a catshifter, him and Tubbo are vibing. That’s it.

Tubbo awoke to soft sheets and a small warmth on his chest. He soaked in the sunlight streaming through the thin curtains, and gently shook the little cat awake. Tommy yawned and stretched. His thick blonde fur seemed to shine in the light, and even when he jumped to the floor and switched to his human form, his hair kept its glow.

“Morning, Tubs,” he grinned. “Whatcha gonna make for breakfast?”

“It’s fuck off o’clock, you’ll get a knuckle sandwich,” Tubbo grumbled, flicking him a middle finger to hide his smile.

“Nah, you love me too much. The worst you could do to me is, like, hide the sugar so I can’t have hyper-sugary pancakes.”

“No, the worst I could do is only make enough pancakes for me and leave you to figure out your own breakfast.”

A jokingly-offended gasp echoed through their house. “You wouldn’t!” Tommy exclaimed.

Tubbo turned to him with a deadpan look. “Oh, I totally would.”

They lasted an impressive ten seconds before collapsing in laughter.

[andradrawsstuff]

Oooo great question, this is gonna turn into a bit of a massive ramble eeeee

Honestly, the movie was decent enough and I absolutely love rewatching it, but I think that the action was a bit lacklustre compared to their show and the other movies imo. I think they also don’t feel as chaotic neutral-y as their other portrayals which makes them a little more bland (I mean, they did blow up the old lady’s house in the Christmas special and then purposely ran her over TWICE in Madagascar 2 💀 as well as having a disregard for humans in general). But the movie does have some good bits which I love:

Skipper’s character development is great and they turned him into a rlly sweet character by the end, which I kinda wish they did with the show. I mean, I could do a whole character analysis on the two versions of Skipper but for the sake of this not turning into an essay imma keep it short: in the show he starts off relatively calm but kinda starts losing it as the show goes on and kinda goes backwards, so I think the movie did a good thing with that

The story focuses on Private, who honestly doesn’t get enough attention so that’s a win for the lil guy :)

The animation is really pretty and well done, especially with the lighting and stuff. I love the art style too and how wonky it is. Also the concept art is SO GOODDDDD OMGGGG I highly recommend getting “the art of PoM”book bc it’s awesome and it’s been a massive inspo for me and my art

THE SOUNDTRACK OMG I can name each and every piece from memory 💀 But it fits them rlly well and captures their vibe perfectly. Also Pitbull at the end bc as a kid I’d always headcannon his songs as their theme so you can imagine how crazy I went when I heard him in the end credits

I think the main issue is that bc the movie came out when the show was still airing, it made ppl expect it to be connected, which wasn’t the case. I guess it was expected that Dr Blowhole would be the main villain and that recurring characters would reappear. Ik 11 year old me was so excited to see Marlene and throughout the whole movie I waited, only for her not to even be mentioned 🥲

Another thing is that a lot of that early 2000s humour that you see in the show isn’t present in the movie which also contributed to its blandness and is why the show feels more adult and funny (ignoring all the fart jokes lmao). I mean, the movie did release in 2014, which is when you start to see a pretty big shift in children’s media, with a lot less mature jokes and captivating stories and a big focus on simply keeping kids occupied - but that’s a topic for another day lmao this is already getting ridiculously long.

But I will say that after reading the art of PoM, they did put a lot of love and effort into the movie and Tom McGrath’s note at the beginning is so sweet omg 🥺 So I don’t think it deserves all the hate, but it would have been nice if it were connected to the show.

TLDR: I think the main problem ppl have with the movie is that there was zero connection to the show, the writing style was different, and that their personalities were so contrasting from what people were used to seeing on tv.

okay, i've seen people who don't like the TPoM movie, and i've read discussions about it on one or two servers before but i am genuinely curious, what made you dislike the film, or think it's not good enough? which part specifically? i never thought too deeply about but it's nice to hear what others think abt the movie!!

[chuuyrr]

Since we already have toman babysitting baby fushiguro reader, how bout tenjiku babysitting her? but reader is more chaotic an energetic xD they would remove their eyes on her for 0.01 seconds and shes gone xD Id love to see ran rindo and izana lose their minds trying to stop her from doing dangerous stunts and causing trouble everywhere😭

tenjiku babysits scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader

jujutsu kaisen x reader x tokyo revengers

masterlist of the series

╰➤ CW(s): possible spoilers for tokyo revengers, major themes of fluff and chaos, soft! tenjiku, izana swearing in tagalog because i just know he does 😭

╰➤ PAIRING(s): platonic! tenjiku x reader (izana, ran, rindou, kakucho, no shion and mochi, no kisaki either >:P)

╰➤ SONG SUGGESTION(s): russian roulette by red velvet

hi omg, thank you so much for requesting and for being patient dear anon! i had fun writing this while listening to red velvet and couldn't help but imagine tenjiku panicking and chaos ensuing with this song lmao, enjoy reading ♡

tenjiku didn't know how this happened. they were the most powerful and dangerous gang in yokohama, and yet they had been reduced to the role of a babysitter to a chaotic little girl who has the powers of a witch and saved them from a curse. they were delinquents, but they were grateful and cared about you, especially izana. you remind him of emma when she was younger, and what about the haitani brothers? they haven't had a younger sibling or sister to look after, so having you around was definitely appreciated.

tenjiku enjoyed taking you for a walk in the park, giving you ice cream and cotton candy, buying you stuffies and trinkets from shops, and playing zoomies with you. ran and rindou loved spoiling you to bits, styling your hair even. you always get piggyback rides from kakucho and you practically cling to izana. you were so sweet. you were literally a breath of fresh air to them. something about being around you, a child they see as their little sister of sorts was just refreshing, or so they thought.

it was all fun and games for you and tenjiku until they learned how much of a handful you can be at times, especially when you were up for a run and play. you were a good baby in general, but you were literally the harbinger of chaos, as the prophecy predicted.

you liked running away to who knows where, just like when you were with gojo and the jujutsu tech students, and disappearing was literally one of your talents. you're gone as soon as one of them takes their gaze away from you for even 0.01 second. you literally vanish into thin air, as if you got snapped out of existence.

"[name]?! [name]!" tenjiku practically trembles with fear and panic the moment you disappear.

"putangina niyo! hanapin niyo si [name]!" izana literally starts swearing in tagalog out of panic as he and the rest of tenjiku runs around looking for you.

"what the hell is izana even saying? what's putangina?!" rindou asked in the middle of chaos, absolutely confused.

"i'll translate later damnit! find [name]!" kakucho shouted back at the younger haitani brother stressfully.

"guys.. [name]'s up there.."

ran lifts an index finger, pointing at a [color]-haired child at the very top of one of the beams in yokohama's port containers. tenjiku just instantly become pale. they just don't understand how you just pull off these dangerous stunts. climbing on top of high places? check. jumping off a ledge? check. swinging on construction beams as if those things were monkey bars? check. you literally do anything.

izana is confused at this point because emma was not this chaotic when she was a child. don't get me wrong, he and the tenjiku boys absolutely love you, but this was too much for them. they're practically pleading with you to stop and just return to them safely. you're giving them a heart attack at such a young age. our beloved tenjiku boys are crying hard.

"[name], sweetheart. please come to zana-nii. you don't have to do this." izana says as you balance yourself on top of a very high beam, giggling like the devious little creature you were.

"we're begging you, [name]. get down from there!" rindou has his hands clasped together and was praying to whatever gods were out there. "you're gonna fall off!"

"NO! NO! WE SAID GET DOWN NOT JUMP OFF! [NAME]!" ran loses his mind at this point.

and so does izana and kakucho.

"DALI SALUHIN NIYO SIYA! HOY TANGINA!"

"CATCH HER! IZANA SAID CATCH [NAME]!"

you know how tenjiku has a population of five hundred men? when they can't find you or get to you at all, izana sends all of them to get the task done. he doesn't care that you and your chaos magic are to blame. if they don't catch you or accidentally drop you, izana will beat the crap out of them.

aside from dangerous stunts like that, you absolutely loved using your chaos magic on them. while you don't use it maliciously, you enjoy making things float with red psionics, as if you and everyone were in a sort of anti-gravity room. while that sounds amazing, it was terrifying. you enjoy yeeting people and objects up and down, and it's far worse than a rollercoaster with loops. rindou even puked once.

you also enjoyed joining them during gang fights, which gave them heart attacks. you're safely staying on the sides one minute. the next thing they know, you're confronting a delinquent from the opposing gang, asking them what color to draw the car you were drawing on a pad with crayons 💀

of course, izana and tenjiku immediately come to your aid by snatching you into their arms and punching the delinquent in the face, but they can't help but be concerned about you. you might have near god-like abilities who can teleport, move objects with her thoughts, and exorcise curses, but you were still a child.

tenjiku tries to keep you at bay by holding your hand and even carrying you in their arms, but trouble still arises due to your access to your witch abilities, so you can flee fairly easily.

whenever you were in yokohama, it was always an eventful sight. a young girl between the ages of four and six can be seen zooming off with a swarm of delinquents from yokohama's largest and most dangerous gang chasing after her, while she giggles fondly, thinking it's all a game of tag.

[waitimcomingtoo]

Mackie

Pairing: Tom Holland x actress!reader

Synopsis: any chance he gets, Anthony teases you and Tom about your relationship

Masterlist

Anthony Mackie was onto you.

It all started when he realized you and Tom weren’t actually dating, like he thought you were.

“Which Avenger would you sleep with if given the chance?” The journalist asked you, Brie, and Scarlett during a junket.

“Tom Holland.” You answered immediately. “Oh, did you mean the character?”

The girls laughed at your answer as you shrunk down in your seat. Everyone else answered with Thor, making your answer stick out even more.

“Wait, did they ask the guys this?” You wondered. “And follow up, did Tom say me?”

“I can ask.” The journalist chuckled and pulled out her phone. “My friend Jack is interviewing them in the other room.”

“Oh My God.” Brie groaned. “Now I want to know.”

You held your breath in anticipation as you waited for Jack to text back. Finally, the journalist felt a buzz and checked her phone.

“Tom did in fact say your character.” She laughed as she showed you the text.

“He did?” Your eyes widened. “Oh my God. That’s it. We’re having sex tonight. I’m telling him right now.”

The cast laughed at your antics as you sent Tom and quick text and shut off your phone to pay attention to the rest of the interview. You knew it was a joke, but you forgot that Tom didn’t know the context of your text. So when he checked in phone in the room where the boys were being interviewed, he was quite confused.

“I just got a text from Y/n saying “we’re having sex tonight” in all caps.” He laughed in shock. “What is going on?”

“Damn.” Anthony stated. “She texts you in advance?”

“No.” Tom blushed. “We’re not even together.”

“What are you talking about?” Anthony asked. “I thought you were?”

“We’re not.” Tom insisted. He always hated when he was reminded of the fact that you and him were just friends and he didn’t want to stay on the topic.

Anthony, on the other hand, wasn’t as inclined to let it go. He leaned back in his chair and stared at Tom, always looking for new ways to bother his younger cast mate.

“Hm.” Anthony drawled. “Interesting.”

A few months later, Tom, Anthony, and Sebastian were invited to a comic con in Chicago. They were known as one of the more chaotic pairings of cast members, so the interview consisted of constant digs at one another. And of course, Anthony took any chance he got to tease you and Tom.

“You must spend a lot of time together when filming these movies.” The journalist said to the couch. “Do you guys hang out off set too? Are there any Avenger pool parties we don’t know about?”

“Look, Toms a little asshole.” Anthony began. “Him and his little girlfriend are absolute children on set. We can’t take them anywhere.”

“His girlfriend?” The journalist asked.

“I mean Y/n.” He corrected, making the audience cheer. “They say they’re not dating but we all know.”

“We’re not.” Tom whined into his mic. “Stop saying that. People are gonna start believing you.”

“Because it’s true!” Anthony insisted. “You should see the two of them on set. They’re always touching and hugging. And I’m pretty sure I caught them in the dressing room one time. I won’t say what they were doing, but I could hear the bed creaking.”

Tom turned bright red and covered his face. He knew Anthony was just teasing, but it still embarrassed him. He collected himself and held his microphone up again, ready to dish it back to Anthony.

“You’re just mad because she likes me more.” Tom said, eliciting cheers from the audience.

“Uh uh.” Anthony shook his head. “Shes loves me. All the ladies love me.”

“Not Y/n.” Tom shook his head. “She loves me.”

“I think we can all agree Y/n loves me the best.” Sebastian cut in smugly. “It’s fairly obvious.”

“Did someone say my name?” Your voice sounded from a microphone, making everyone scream. Tom, Anthony, and Sebastian looked at each other in confusion upon hearing your voice.

“Wait, what?” Anthony laughed into his microphone as he looked around. Suddenly, your characters theme song came on the speakers as you came out from backstage.

“Hi!” You came out onto the stage waving. The crowd stood up upon your arrival and became deafening. Tom turned around, caught sight of you, and bolted out of his seat.

“Y/n?” He asked as he ran towards you. He immediately scooped you up in a hug, lifting you off the ground to spin you around.

“Hi Tommy.” You mumbled in his ear as you squeezed him back. Tom set you down but continued hugging you, kissing the side of your face multiple times. The audience went wild at this display of affection, prompting you to kiss his cheek back. You walked back to the couch hand in hand, taking a seat next to each other.

“I didn’t know you were coming.” Tom said into his mic as he picked it back up.

“I wanted it to be a surprise.” You laughed, earning more cheers. “I’m filming something in Toronto but I wouldn’t miss a convention for the world. And I wanted to see you.”

Tom pouted and pulled you into another long hug. It had been a few weeks since you’d seen him, so you pressed a long kiss to his cheek.

“Do we all get kisses or just Tom?” Anthony asked, interrupting the moment.

“I was thinking the same thing.” Sebastian spoke up.

“Seb can have one but I’m not coming near you.” You teased as you walked over to Sebastian. You bent down to kiss his cheek before sticking your tongue out at Anthony.

“You look so pretty, darling.” Tom said once you sat back down.

“Please.” You rolled your eyes. “I’m so jet lagged.”

“I don’t look nearly this beautiful when I’m jet lagged.” Tom complimented you.

“Oh, I beg to differ.” You complimented back.

“Kiss kiss kiss kiss.” Anthony chanted into his mic while pumping his fist. The crowd roared as you and Tom rolled your eyes.

“Don’t start, Anthony.” You told him. “He does this all the time.”

“So I’ve heard.” The journalist laughed. “How was your flight, Y/n?”

You settled into Tom’s side as you talked about your flight and other random things. When the attention was off you, Tom slipped his arm around you and let it rest on the back of the couch. He felt you shiver at one point and realized you were sitting right under the air conditioning.

“Are you cold?” He asked you, making the audience laugh.

“A little.” You said sheepishly. He immediately took off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders, making the crowd go wild.

“Thanks, Tommy.” You chuckled as you slipped your arms into the sleeves. They were warm from his body heat and his cologne was lingering on the collar.

“Wow.” Anthony started up again. “You guys look like a couple.”

“A couple of besties.” You said quickly, making Tom shake his head.

“Uh huh.” Anthony said sarcastically. “If you guys aren’t dating, then why are you two always touching?”

“Because we love each other.” Tom snapped playfully. “You just don’t understand because girls don’t want to touch you.”

“Damn.” Anthony laughed. “Y/n, are you gonna let your boyfriend talk to me like that?”

“He’s not my boyfriend.” You replied. “We would make a terrible couple. I still haven’t forgiven him for the stamp act and I don’t see us getting past that.”

“Baby, it wasn’t me.” Tom played along. “It was my ancestors. I’d never tax your stamps.”

“Uh Uh.” You rolled your eyes. “That’s what they all say.”

“I’m gonna move on before I break you guys up.” The journalist teased, making you and Tom roll your eyes. “You guys have been playing these characters for a while so you must know them pretty well. What is something you have in common with your character?”

“That’s easy.” Anthony answered. “We’re both a cool black dude.”

“That’s exactly what I was going to say.” Tom joked, earning some laughs.

“Easy there, wonder bread.” Anthony laughed. “Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

“What about you, Y/n?” The journalist asked. “What do you have in common with your character?”

“Something my character and I have in common is that we both fuck this man.” You smiled as you clapped Tom on the back. Everyone on the couch’s jaw dropped as the crowd became deafening. Tom looked at you incredulously as you laughed.

“I’m just kidding.” You laughed into your microphone. “Um, I don’t know. We’re both pretty passionate about what we believe in. And we both wear a lot of black.”

“What?” Sebastian laughed. “You can’t just say that. That was a total 180.”

“I’m sorry.” You whined playfully. “It was a perfect opportunity and I had to take it.”

“I am literally speechless.” Tom said into his mic before breaking down into laughter. You leaned into each other as you laughed, not caring if no one else found it funny.

“I’m sorry.” You giggled. “Can we move on? Next question, please.”

“All right. Let’s talk about this kiss between your character and Loki.” The journalist began.

“Uh oh.” Anthony stirred the pot again. “Toms not gonna like this.”

“I don’t care.” Tom shrugged, but it was obvious that he was lying. You rested your hand on his shoulder to reassure him as you turned to answer the question.

“I actually had a lot of qualms before filming that scene.” You replied.

“Qualms?”

“Yeah.” You nodded. “I’m good friends with Taylor Swift so the first time I met Hiddleston, it was as her boyfriend. So the whole thing gave me serious qualms. I felt like I was breaking girl code.”

“That’s surprising since you improvised one of the kisses.” Sebastian, also looking for drama, cut in. “I remember you were only supposed to kiss once and you went in for second.”

“Well that was after a few takes and my qualms had dispersed.” You shot back.

“You hear that?” Anthony smirked. “She had no qualms.”

“I still felt so bad but those thoughts were soon replaced by “oh my God, I’m kissing Tom Hiddleston.” My qualms didn’t stand a chance to him in that wig.” You chuckled. You felt Tom tense up under your hand so you squeezed his shoulder.

“I know.” The journalist agreed. “He’s very dreamy.”

“Exactly. We were three takes in and my pussy starts screaming, “get help! Get help!”” ,You mimicked Thor’s voice, “so I knew my qualms were gone.”

You once again had all the jaws dropped with your words. Tom buried his face in your neck as he laughed, his whole body shaking.

“That’s one way to put it.” The journalist said as he wiped tears. “I have to ask. Which Tom did you like kissing more?”

“I liked kissing Tom H the best.” You said cheekily.

“Ooo.” Anthony started again. “Are we about to witness a couples quarrel?”

“I think so.” Tom played along. He pretended to look annoyed with you so you cupped his face.

“I’m kidding.” You assured him. “It was so you.”

“It better be.” He insisted. “Remember you kissed me after we shot the swinging scene and we weren’t even filming?”

“Yeah.” You chuckled. “I was in love with you that day.”

“What happened?” The journalist wondered.

“Well, I grew up loving Spiderman.” You explained. “So spending the day swinging around in Toms arms while he was in the suit meant so much to me. The second Tom took his mask off, I just kissed him.”

“Is that when you started dating?” Sebastian asked.

“No. It is not.” Tom shoved him playfully.

The rest of the convention went by in a similar fashion, with Anthony taking every opportunity to tease you. Once you said your goodbyes to the crowd, you and Tom walked back to your dressing room with your arms around each other.

“I can’t believe Mackie still thinks we’re dating.” Tom sighed as he shut the door behind him.

“I know.” You chuckled before an idea came to you. “Wouldn’t it be funny if we actually started dating and didn’t tell him? Like, as a joke?”

“That would be hilarious.” Tom nodded too many times. “Like, I could ask you out right now and he’d have no idea. We could go on dates and make out and stuff and just not tell him. That’ll show him.”

“We should totally do that. As a joke.” You quickly followed.

“We should.” Tom nodded. “Imagine his face when he finds out we started dating and didn’t tell him? It’ll be priceless.”

“Ugh, I can’t wait.” You sighed happily. “He would lose his mind if he found out we finally started dating.”

“Did you say finally?” Tom asked with a coy smile. Your face fell when you realized you had said a little too much.

“I did.” You said softly. “Because it’s something I’ve been thinking about for a while.”

“So have I. In that case,” Tom smiled shyly, “Y/n would you like to go on a d-“

“Yes.” You cut him off before he could even finish. “I would.”

2 years later

On a rare day off, you and Tom attended a barbecue in Anthony’s backyard with a few of the other cast members. You were sat on Tom’s lap, full off food and contently listening to the ongoing conversation.

“These burgers are great.” Chris said as he patted Anthony’s back. “Thanks for barbecuing.”

“I got you, man.” Anthony nodded. “I actually got the recipe for the blend from one of the caterers on set. Remember that place that catered lunch with the really good cornbread and burgers?”

“I do remember.” Scarlett smiled to herself. “The filming schedule worked out so all got to eat together that day. That was so nice.”

“It was nice.” Anthony agreed. “Just sitting in the sun in our costumes and bibs. We had some fun conversations going on. I’m pretty sure that was the day Tom and Y/n started dating.”

“No.” Tom rolled his eyes. “We started dating after that one convention. Remember the one where Y/n surprised us on stage? We started dating that night.”

“Wait, you guys are actually dating?” Anthony sat up in his seat. “I was just playing with you.”

“We know. So we played with you right back.” You shrugged smugly. “We started dating to get back at you for all the jokes.”

The rest of the cast exchanged confused looks as you and Tom relished in your victory.

“But....” Anthony blinked in confusion, “you didn’t tell me until two years later.”

“Yeah. Because we were committed to the joke.” Tom said like it was obvious.

“Duh.” You added.

“Let me get this straight.” Antony rubbed his temples. “You started dating as a way to get back at me for teasing you?”

“Yep.”

“But you didn’t tell him you started dating.” Scarlett continued.

“Nope.”

“So you’ve been dating in secret for two years without him knowing.” Don went on.

“Yep.

“But....you see this as revenge on me?” Anthony asked with a tilted head.

“Yep.” You laughed. “In your face.”

“In my face?” Anthony raised his eyebrows. “How so?”

“Because we totally got you.” You bragged. “Look at your face right now. You had no idea we were actually together.”

“What an idiot.” Tom shook his head. “This guy, am I right?”

The cast exchanged another look as you and Tom continued not to understand why dating in private didn’t exactly count as revenge against Anthony.

“Okay.” Anthony said skeptically. “So let me ask you this. Now that I know about the joke, will you stop dating?”

You and Tom quieted down as Anthony brought up something you hadn’t thought of.

“Well, no.” Tom began as he looked at you. “We like dating each other.”

“So essentially, this had nothing to do with me.” Anthony concluded. “You two just wanted to date each other but used me as an excuse.”

You and Tom opened your mouths to defend yourselves, but shut them when you realized he was right. You looked at each other sheepishly before shrinking down in your seats from embarrassment.

Anthony Mackie may have gotten the better of you.

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[chatvengers]

Steve: Can we finally finish the party?

Steve: Now that we’ve spent a week in Bora Boring and found no sign of Peter Wanda Or Y/N only to find out we were tricked because they used Strange’s portal to go to THAILAND AND THEN ITALY at which point MJ proceeded to conspire with STRANGE to get us to spend an entire POINTLESS WEEK IN THE BAHAMAS with SAND IN MY ASS and then COME BACK TO THE HOUSE FOVERED IN WEBS FORKS IN THE CEILINGS WANDA PETER AND Y/N LOCKED IN THWIR ROOMS BECAYSE THE DEMONS ANSWETED THEIR CALLS

Tony: Are you done?

Pietro: The demons didn’t answer their calls…they detoured to New Orleans for some ayahuasca

Steve:

Steve:

Steve: WHATBDKBLB I GO N IN BUF HDJ THNKITUBFIVMIK IKLKOLLPLLL

Tony: Did you have to do that?

Pietro: I was craving some hell

Pietro: It was way too pacific out there in Bora Bora

Clint: Are you telling me they went to Thailand, Italy and Ayahuasca?

Bucky: Is that a place?

Bucky: I thought it was cough syrup

Sam: That’s Ayurvedic, you moron

Nat: Don’t forget New Orleans…

Clint: Just ‘cause you fucked those vampire bitch boys over there doesn’t mean the rest of us need to remember…

Pepper: Guys, what the fuck

Pietro: Excuse you!

Clint: I didn’t know she could curse…

Clint: Did you, Tony?

Tony: I didn’t program her to, no

Tony: Friday, what’s up with model 63479?

Pietro: I hope that’s not the number of existing Peppers…

Pepper: Ignore him, he’s bullshitting

Pepper: Is anyone going to tell me why the house is covered in knives webs and blood?

Clint: Y/N Peter and Wanda had a little party

Tony: And now’s our turn to finish ours, so you can go

Pietro: #uninvited

Sam: #ohshit

Tony: No, he’s right, she is uninvited

Bucky: #whatthefuck

Clint: Is there a breakup happening in front of my very eyes?

Pietro:

Pietro: Are you gonna cry?

Scott: Is there something in your eye?

Thor: Tears, perhaps?

Steve: Will you all ever stop milking that?

Sam: FUCK NO, it’s one of our hits

Y/N: It’s so not

Steve: Y/N! YOU’RE ALIVE!

Pietro: Cue the rib breaking

Peter: WGO’s BREAKING Y/N’S RIBS?!

Wanda: The rib breaking HUGS

Pietro: Buzzkill

Pietro: NOOOOoooo Wanda not the Bbbeeeeez

Pietro: bvveeeeezx hmvhdbnk gikop

Strange: Nicely done

Wanda: Thank you 😈

Bucky: Someone just broke Sam’s ego…I will be forever grateful.

Steve: Will there ever come a time when they don’t fight?

Tony: That’ll be the end of times

Steve: That’s depressing

Tony: Is it?

Nat: Some of us find it quite amusing.

Steve: That’s even more depressing.

Y/N: Barnes, you’re making Steve cry

Wanda: Evil Y/N

Y/N: I prefer Neutrally Chaotic

Clint: WHAT is that rachet?

Pietro: Don’t you mean ratchet?

Wanda: Or wretched!

Vision: I’m fairly certain he means racket, for I too can hear it.

Tony: Oh come on, Barton. How come you’re the only one allowed to play theme songs really loudly?

Clint: Don’t go calling the Star Wars song theme…it’s my lifesong.

Nat: Is it now?

Clint: What Y/N is playing is a deathsong.

Peter: Whose death?

Peter:

Tony:

Tony: Does anyone know what’s wrong with Peter?

Steve: Did you forget to pay his therapist?

Tony: Is there anything I forget to pay?

Sam: My allowance

Bucky: And mine

Pietro: Mine as well

Tony: Shut up.

Pepper: Let them unwind. Death music is healing.

Tony:

Tony: Friday, find out which Pepdroid is malfunctioning.

Nat: Pep-what?

Tony:

Tony: Nothing

Clint: That’s it…I’m going to Y/N’s room.

Wanda: Take another step and I’ll kill you in your sleep.

Clint: That’s still a few hours away, I’ll be fin

Clint: gdeteuh huswgok Co oljf

Tony:

Steve:

Tony: That didn’t sound good.

Steve: It didn’t sound bad, either.

Tony:

Tony: Yeah…we should just go for some ice cream.

Steve: Good idea...death ratchet or racket, it is deafening.

Tony: When the favorite bands tour again, I’ll buy them tickets for the whole of it…crime solving will increase nationwide and our eardrums will get a reprieve…win-win.

Steve: Hell yeah. Wanna race me to the car?

Tony:

Tony: No?

Steve: Too bad.

Tony:

Bucky: WAIT! I WANNA RACE!

Tony: Too bad.

Bucky:

Sam:

Bucky: IM GONNA KILL YOU!

Sam: Gotta catch me first

Bucky: RAAAAAAH!

Y/N: This is too fucking good.

Peter: I know.

MJ: Are you all okay?

Ned: We should take them back to Bora-Bora…clearly they didn’t stay long enough.

MJ: Yeah…I’ll hit up Strange. Bring them around in an hour?

Ned: Yup.

MJ: Alright, I’ll pack my scuba gear and see you there.

Ned: Guy in the chair out.

Wanda: We’re highjacking, right?

Pietro: If we don’t, I’ll die.

Wanda: Wouldn’t be the first time

Pietro: Thanks, sis.

Wanda: I’ll get Vis to wipe our tracks.

Pietro: Will you ever let him come with us?

Wanda: no

Wanda: I don’t want to end up kidnapping a village and reenacting a sitcom…I’d much rather highjack portals and be single as a Pringle

Pietro: If you’re single, I’m dead.

Wanda: You will be 💀

Pietro: 🙄

Steve: Why’s everything so quiet?

Tony: Maybe they went to bed

Steve: What, at 11pm? Higher chance of them being dead.

Tony: Friday, where are the kids?

Pepper: They left with MJ to pay Stephen a visit.

Tony: I thought I said Friday

Pepper: Fuck off.

Tony: Right back at you.

Clint: That’s what you get for making Pepdroids.

Steve: I think they’re gone again.

Tony: Where?

Steve: Vision.

Vision: If I tell, Wanda will never marry me.

Tony: I won’t let her marry you if you don’t tell.

Steve: Ha!

Tony: Not helping, Cap.

Vision: They said they were going back to Bora-Bora, that Peter and Y/N hadn’t stayed there long enough.

Steve: Do we really have to go, Tony? For all we know, by the time we get there they’ll be in Oslo or Ibiza

Tony: Would you let your cat go unchaperoned to Norway?

Steve: They’re not cats?

Tony: Are you sure about that?

Steve:

Steve: I guess I’ll pack my bags

Tony: Good.

Steve: Great.

Tony:

Steve:

Wanda: I think it’s really going to work out this time…

Pietro: The part where we make Y/N and Peter better or the part where you make Steve and Tony make out on the beach?

Wanda: Both.

Pietro:

Pietro: 😶‍🌫️