#these little guyyss

[moomoorare]

llulah!!! chayanne!! philza minecraft! (if u like pls reblog)

[thermodynamic-comedian]

both doc ock and the spot being alchemax scientists in the spiderverse movies. like is this universe's alchemax just evil autism inc.

[thechildbythesea]

ORION BEING A MENANCE AND D-16 BEING A BOOK NERD GIVES ME LIFE!!!!

New GOGO Transformers comic to celebrate the release of the new Transformers movie is killing me its so CUTE (i cant read anything but i love looking at the pictures)

they were so adorable!! in this artstyle especially too

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

I won’t let you leave

Tags: Xavier x fem!Reader, possessive!Xavier, LADS, fluff

Synopsis: This is based on the 5-star memory Precious Bonfire. The Unicorns decide to go camping in the woods and have a bonfire. You’re appointed captain of the trip, and everyone keeps taking you away from Xavier.

An: Guyyss, I’m normally such a Zayne/Sylus girlie but… possessive!Xavier holds a special place in my heart 🤭

All day long it was always something with someone. Someone was always pulling your attention.

“Captain, I need help setting up my tent.” “Captain, I need help with the can opener.” “Captain, where are the extra polls?” “Captain, I cut my hand.”

Xavier had spent long enough staying quiet at your side, but inwardly, he was pretty disgruntled by how weak a group of deepspace hunters were while out in the elements.

He was also tired of having to share your attention. He only attended this bonfire party because you were going, but you were being pulled every different direction. You were clearly exhausted and wanted a moment without being asked a million questions. So, he started to answer questions for you.

“Captain, where’s-“

“Did you even check the camp resources before coming to ask?” Xavier speaks up, completely interrupting the hunter of his question. His normally soft blue eyes were sharp and narrow as he glares at the hunter.

“I… will go check there first…” The hunter mutters quietly as he spins to head the other direction quickly. Xavier certainly has.. a reputation amongst hunters.

“Wise decision.” Xavier mutters, and he subtly pulls your tired body closer to his. You two are sitting on a blanket on the ground, enjoying each other’s presence underneath the sunset. It’s the first time Xavier’s gotten your attention all day. “You’re done helping out for the day, okay?”

“Hm? But what if they need me..” Your voice sounds so sleepy, and Xavier tucks you under his arm.

“They don’t need you. They’re just using you instead of using their brains.” His finger gently boops you on the nose “I won’t let them keep using you like that.”

“The bonfire party should be starting soon.” You murmur, and you nuzzle your head closer to Xavier’s shoulder. A small smile spreads across his face. Nothing could beat this moment right here.

“Do you wish to go? It seems like you’re too sleepy to me.” He muses softly as he takes note of your droopy eyes and dreamy expression.

“I don’t want to miss out, and.. what if people notice we’re gone?” You ask softly.

“You can tell them that I won’t let you leave my side. Besides, I can make our own small bonfire celebration.” Xavier answers, and he holds out the palm of his hand, using his light evol to make sparks and light dance around his hand.

Seeing Xavier use his evol is always a treat. It makes you feel warm and fuzzy on the inside while you snuggle closer to him. You mutter a small, “Thank you.” He seems to know your limitations better than you do.

“You have nothing to thank me for. You take care of everyone else. It’s time someone takes care of you.” He presses a gentle kiss to your temple.

“Hey Captain..? Are you..-“

“Leave her be.” His voice immediately hardens as he shoots the hunter a glare. Xavier’s personality is able to switch so quickly, especially while he’s irritated like this.

“I just wanted to see if she wanted to come to the bonfire party.” The hunter persists, not giving up despite Xavier’s clear order.

Instead of fighting against the hunter, Xavier leaned his head down to face you. A clear prompt for you to speak up.

“I’m fine here with Xavier.” You finally respond, looking up at the hunter. “I’m not leaving his side.”

The hunter slightly frowns as he gazes at both you and Xavier together before turning around to walk away. Xavier eyes him the entire time he walks back towards the bonfire.

“You did good, little star.” Xavier whispers before pressing another kiss to your cheek.

“You make me sound so mean.” You softly laugh while shaking your head. Your hand reaches up and gently pinches his cheek.

“No, I make you sound assertive. Unless, you wanted to go hang out at the bonfire and leave me behind.” He responds with a small laugh. He grabs your hand that’s pinching his cheek, and he uses it as leverage to pin you to the blanket. His body moves on top of yours. “Did you want to leave me?”

“No, never.” His face leans in close to yours, lips just barely brushing against each others.

“Good. Then don’t.” He murmurs before pressing a firm possessive kiss to your lips, laying his claim on your attention and presence. The hunters would just have to make do without their captain.

[vicvulpes]

hiii guyyss hiii tumblr dbd fandom

I came from twitter and wanna try using tumblr

a couple of days ago I came to dm of my fandom bestie @adskayapanda with a discussion about painland hanahaki au

then I decided that I wanted to describe it in more detail and post it on twitter AND THEN all this shit happened there that made our beautiful jayden revri deactivate his twitter account and want to stop all interaction with the fandom altogether

so I don't want to post this on twitter yet

hope you like it, have a nice read🤍

✨SO PAINLAND HANAHAKI AU✨

it's a dubious idea I agree BUT PLS HEAR ME OUT

I know it's weird considering that the main point of hanahaki au is that the living characters ARE DYING OF NOT MUTUAL LOVE AND HERE OUR TWO JERKS ARE ALREADY DEAD BUT

let's imagine that in the afterlife this works in a special way: for example flowers in the lungs feel about the the same as cat scratches or iron

and in particularly advanced cases of illness instead of death the ghost may simply disappear forever

btw it's worth noting that cases of illness are rare even in the world of the living, not to mention the dead but we all know how "lucky" edwin is for all kinds of suffering

soo just imagine after confessing in hell charles begins to notice how edwin is increasingly abruptly going somewhere perhaps not turning pale like alives but e.g. sometimes becomes slightly transparent and in principle begins to avoid his company

and then he abruptly begins to find scraps of bright red poppies in the office (neatly collected in a bouquet or bag) and thinks that these are gifts from edwin's new admirers or new attributes for spells (if we are talking about bags with petals you never know what they can be useful for charles is not so well versed)

but one day edwin doesn't have time to escape and charles accidentally finds him in another attack

charles did not really believe that people could have hanahaki at all - there were legends about it and nothing more but for ghosts hanahaki does not make sense at all!! they are ALREADY dead! - charles thinks trying to calm down and watching edwin vomit bright red petals

he doesn't recognize these flowers at first..

but when almost a whole flower bursts out of edwin's throat the realization suddenly comes along with a sudden flashback from childhood - charles often ran away from home at an early age when his father raged too much just to the nearest poppy field - and then brought small bouquets from it for his mother

charles's heart sank with realization

it hurts him to look at edwin in such a state and realize that it is entirely his fault that he did not reciprocate such a wonderful man as payne but it hurts even more to think that he will somehow misunderstand his feelings and break edwin's heart

and therefore after charles took care of edwin during the attack it was tacitly decided not to discuss it as always

(but edwin of course has already studied everything about hanahaki and knows what it leads to, but he tries (unsuccessfully) to calm himself with thoughts that, at least, this is not hell and that he did everything that depended on him - confessed his feelings)

and as a result, it turns out that boys "live", solve cases, and charles literally watches edwin fade away - his body is becoming more transparent, more and more often he turns into a ball shape in order to imbue himself with at least some energy and delay the moment of the inevitable even a little bit, but this is not enough for a long time

and edwin despite feeling as bad as possible tries to hold on as best he can and gets so many cases that there is not thes lightest extra second to think about his tragic situation

and charles understands the horror of the situation (and finally realizes his feelings) when e.g. edwin suffering from a particularly severe attack goes without warning for a week's treatment to some hermit sorcerer in his wilds for a rare ritual that promises to at least alleviate the symptoms of hanahaki and prolong the existence of a ghost and at most to completely cure it

and charles thinks that he is gone forever (cause just the day before while investigating another case leafing through the book "magical diseases" he came across a chapter about hanahaki among ghosts where some main points were highlighted in blue pencil and edwin's hand as well as repeated handwritten notes - edwin obviously studied for a long time and tried to do everything possible to improve his well-being. and in the end of page the inevitable scary result DEATH is emphasized and at the bottom there is a footnote that death for a ghost is a conditional removal from the universe he generally will cease to exist)

and this is the very moment when charles realizes everything - that he simply cannot exist without his edwin and that the feelings in his heart are not just friendly

at first when charles doesn't find edwin he thinks that he just left on business as often happens

then when he conditionally doesn't return in the evening charles begins to worry

BUT WHEN EDWIN HAS BEEN GONE FOR 2-3 DAYS CHARLES STARTS PANICING AND LITERALLY GOES CRAZY

he can't find peace worries panics tries to do something find edwin convinces himself that everything is fine AND THEN CATCHES HIMSELF THINKING THAT EDWIN MAY NEVER COME BACK (AND ALL BECAUSE CHARLES DID NOT RECIPROCATE IN TIME AND NOW IT'S TOO LATE!!) AND HE'S HAVING A TERRIBLE TANTRUM

and when edwin arrives a week later CHARLES IS ALREADY ON THE VERGE OF MADNESS AND AFTER HE SEES EDWIN HE CAN'T DECIDE WHAT HE WANTS MORE - TO KISS HIM RIGHT HERE AND RIGHT NOW WITH NO WORDS OR KILL HIM A SECOND TIME HIMSELF

(after all he doesn't do any of this just hugs and sobs on his shoulder choking in tears wailing how he was afraid that edwin had disappeared forever)

then charles sits edwin down on the couch and interrogates WHAT ACTUALLY THE FUCK WHY THERE WERE NO WARNINGS OR NO NEWS FROM HIM

and edwin rather casually replies that he felt unwell and went to be treated by some sorcerer who promised to rid him of hanahaki (here he adds that his stupid feelings initially interfere with both of them and charles's heart feels like it's splitting)

(wow edwin looks noticeably better, - thinks charles)

and then charles's already nonexistent heart suddenly sinks into his heels - it seems to him, judging by how well edwin looks and holds himself that he succeeded

which means only one thing - he managed to stop loving charles - just at the moment when charles finally so acutely realized that he loves him back, that's so unfair!

having received this realization charles abruptly gathers up wipes his tears pulls away slaps edwin on the shoulder congratulates him on his recovery and begins to leave

and then edwin who bitterly thinks that charles is making such a mockery of him breaks through: tears flow like a stream his voice breaks and trembles and in his eyes there is a mixture of doom fear resentment impotence and PAIN

with tears in his eyes, he explains that even the promised "wonderful" weekly ritual of that sorcerer could not rid him of these painful damn feelings that spoiled everything from the very beginning and no matter how he tried to get rid of them nothing works

charles turns around in shock and sees how because of all these painful emotions edwin twists another attack of hanahaki

bright red poppy petals fly to the floor again

charles hesitates for just a second and then instantly flies up to edwin falls on his knees in front of him gently grabs edwin's face with both hands forcing him to look into his eyes and in an incredulous whisper clarifies: "so you still love me?"

edwin's eyes start running again counting every red petal on the floor just to avoid meeting the deep brown eyes looking at him such hopefully

charles has enough barely audible "sorry" to immediately start covering edwin's entire surprised face with happy little kisses saying between them how much he loves edwin what a fool he was how scared he was that he might lose edwin forever how he wouldn't let go anymore and a bunch of other sugary nonsense

from that very moment on bright red poppies began to appear in their office only in beautiful carved vases reminding of something personally important for these two dead idiots..

thanks for reading!!🤍

and one more: english is not my native language so I'm so sorry if smth is written incorrectly

[cookiesupplier]

A Friend Down In Hell - Part Ten

pairing: Nick Folio x ofc (Ishtar)

warnings/tropes: slow burn, pining, idiot in love, language, drinking, mentions of violence, mentions of torture, mentions of religious mythology.

summary: Folio can't quite tell you how long he's been dead, but it doesn't matter when he has friends like his, and Ishtar. Ishtar, with whom he fell in love the moment he met her. The problem? She doesn't know it. How does he convince a demon, who is practically immortal, to date him when he's dead? How did Ellie do it so easily?

author’s note: Unbetaed.. Enjoy!

tags: @spicywhenspeaking @tearfallpixie @cncohshit @nyxthedestroyerofworlds @lyschko666 @bngurngheart @lacktoesandtoddlerants @sorrowsofsilence @collapsedglasshouses @vinyardmauro @dsireland86 @4rtificialfolio @emmmm127 @badomensls @agravemisstake @sunsshinesunny @blackveilomens

Tag lists are open, please let me know if you'd like to be added to this story, the Hell-Verse as a whole, or Everything

Sitting and having breakfast with Ishtar felt like a dream come true, and if it was a dream, Folio didn’t want to wake up, not even for a second. Usually, he went right from his apartment across the street, to the café which was just perfect for him, grabbed his breakfast wraps, hopped on his bike, and was off on his way to the building where the office was for work. No fuss, no muss in the mornings. It was just great for him, since he wasn’t the best morning person. However, instead, he stayed with Ishtar for a little while, how could he resist now that he had her right in front of him, they were talking, and not over drinks at the bar either.. Folio figured that Jolly and Ellie had the list of souls this morning in hand until he got there, usually, they did when one of them was missing. Sure, they worked together, but they made it work when one couldn’t always be there. However, when one of them wasn’t, they felt the difference.

The whole week that Ellie hadn’t been there after the bomb had dropped about her death, it was like the vibe, the air had changed. That was when Folio realised they couldn’t just go back to just him and Jolly. Dude, he loved the guy, and he loved working with him, hanging out with him in the office, he was one of his best friends, but their groups, all of them together, it was everything. Folio could only hope that Ishtar became just as important to them all as Ellie had become to the group with Noah. 

Now, Folio was pulling up his motorbike outside and racing into the office, all excited,

“Guyyss guys guys guys, you will never guess how my morning went?”

He grinned so brightly at Ellie and Jolly as they were sitting at one of the computers with gaming controllers in their hands, blinking slightly towards him as if they were just shocked at the sight of him.

“Well, looked at what the cat dragged in, almost thought you were still sulking after Ellie tricked you into that extra strength shake yesterday.”

Jolly smirked a little as he glanced back down to the screen and whatever game they were playing, Folio guessing that it had probably been a slow morning if they had settled in to take the time to play something. Ellie, however, was looking at him closer,

“Folio, what happened to your nose?”

His nose?

Folio reached up and touched it on reflex without even thinking, that was a mistake in hindsight with the instant sting of pain that went through his face the moment he did. Oh, ow. Okay, so it seemed it was still a little tender if he touched it, but otherwise, he didn’t even notice anything was amiss with it.

“Still a little bruised, huh, thought it would be fine by now.”

That got Jolly’s attention again, looking back up from the screen with a frown towards him, even though it was Ellie who continued voicing her concern first.

“How did you- Folio, what did you do to your nose?!”

Oh boy, this was going to sound bad..

“Would you believe that I walked into a door?”

Cringing slightly, both of their replies coming at him without any hesitation whatsoever.

“Yes.” Jolly, of course.

“No.” Ellie, bless her.

Folio smiled at the fact that Ellie had that much faith in him, wrong but, hey, she had faith that she wouldn’t have done it at least! He turned around and poked his tongue out at Jolly for saying he would believe him. Folio never claimed to be the mature one here.

“Technically, technically, I did walk into the door, but also, Ishtar kind of also banged it into my face.. by accident!”

He exclaimed quickly at the end because there was no way he didn’t know exactly how that sounded! Ishtar breaking his nose, or close to at least, sounded absolutely horrible and did not bode well for him dating her. When in actuality he had sort of got a breakfast date with her now hadn’t he? Smiling at the thought of how they had sat and had breakfast together, sitting and talking had been the best feeling in the world. Just them, Ishtar not having to disappear to serve other people drinks, or dealing with idiots flirting with her with stupid pickup lines.. Just Folio’s stupid jokes over their wraps and coffees. Hell, before he had to leave for work, he asked her if she’d like to go to lunch with him tomorrow after work, and she agreed! Even gave him her number so he could let her know where to meet him tomorrow. He was so excited, he wanted it to be tomorrow already, but it wasn’t, and he had to be patient. 

Folio was dragged back from his thoughts by laughter. Jolly, Jolly was laughing at him, and he had to roll his eyes, could he really be surprised, of course, he was laughing at him. If he was honest, Folio would be laughing at him too if he was on the other side. Hearing what he had just heard, the love of his life almost breaking his nose by slamming a door in his face… yeah, he would be laughing at him too.

“Jolly! That isn’t funny!”

“Oh Ellie, this is hilarious, are you kidding? He finally meets the girl of his dreams outside the bar like he wanted, and she almost maims him! This is just perfect! Well done Folio, bravo, you’re just making your mark from the get-go, she’ll never forget this, that's for sure.”

At that, Folio just rolled his eyes again with Jolly’s sarcastic remark, but really, he didn’t blame him at all. Walking over to sit at his desk, shifting to leaning back in his chair.

“Jolly!”

Ellie exclaimed again, shoving at their friend's arm as he laughed again,

“It’s okay Ellie, he’s right, it’s not like she didn’t sit and have a breakfast date with me, and agree to a lunch date with me tomorrow.. So I guess, she really won't forget it, will she?”

Grinning wide.. 

“And admittedly, smiling this wide, well it does hurt, just a little bit. At least most of the bruising is gone, should be fine by tonight, definitely before my date tomorrow.”

Not that it mattered today, so he wasn’t worried. They healed so quickly anyway. It used to be so much longer to heal when he was alive and got into a fight, that much he was sure he remembered clearly! So the fact that his nose, broken or just badly bruised was going to be completely gone in a day, or even two, it was a bloody miracle! Perks of being already dead he supposed, if you couldn’t be alive, then why put up with all the added pain going with it right? Right!

“That’s great Folio! Do you know where you are going to go yet?”

Folio just couldn’t stop smiling even if his nose was hurting a little, he knew it was a lot, but how could he stop? He had a real date! Even if it was just a lunch date, with Ishtar, he’d been wanting to go out with her for years!

“I don’t know, we agreed to keep it casual, but I don’t want to just take her to the diner or the pizza place like we usually go to.. But she did love the breakfast wraps we got this morning. Or maybe she would love some of our hangouts.. But maybe it would be better for when she could actually spend time with all of us!”

The more he talked, the more excited he got, his words going a bit fast as he went, going on and on before he heard Ellie giggle, and he couldn’t help the smile as his eyes snapped over towards her, and he blushed slightly with his grin. He was just so happy right now, he couldn’t help himself.

“How about you just think simple Folio, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind either place, and I’m sure she’d hang out with us at them again another time if we do. What's more, she doesn’t have to, you can date her and not expect your friends to hang out with her constantly. The fact that you like her is enough.”

Folio frowned at that..

“But you and Noah-”

Jolly smirked,

“And he’s living in fantasy land, wanting the dream, perfect girl, perfect date, perfect-”

“What is with you, Jolly, stop making fun of him.. You didn’t make fun of Noah when we started dating, why are you making fun of Folio?”

Ellie was stumped then when that just got both of the guys laughing,

“What, what did I miss?”

“Oh, okay, that is classic?”

Eventually, Folio was wiping tears of amusement from his eyes from laughing as hard as he had been,

“Ellie, damn straight we made fun of Noah, you were just never around to hear it.. This is nothing.. And don’t you worry, I can handle all the ribbing that Jolly throws at me.”

Immediately, he lifted his hand with a vulgar gesture with his middle finger, flipping the bird at his best friend without a second thought, earning a chuckle from the other man, who had indeed been teasing Folio on purpose. Folio knew it, Jolly as sceptical as he could be at times, always had a reason, and it didn’t feel like he had one this time so he was taking his words with a grain of salt.

“Besides, Ishtar is worth everything, nothing anything that any of the guys could say to me would be enough to upset how happy she makes me.”

When Jolly snorted at that with a remark of Sap, Folio just turned around and flipped him off with both his middle fingers this time, earning a laugh.

“Folio, but seriously, tomorrow, go with simple, not fancy, pizza, diner, chinese take out sitting on the curb and eating out of boxes, she doesn’t care what you do, she just wants to hang out with you man. Any chick that breaks your nose one day, and not only agrees to breakfast and a second date all in one go, just wants to get to know you.. Save the fancy for something really special… or when you’ve fucked up.”

Jolly smirked..

“And if you think about it, she’s lived here her whole life, she’d probably been to most places. So, wouldn’t it be better just to enjoy the day than to try to impress her with something she already knows?”

Huh, Folio was thoughtfully, he hadn’t considered it like that, he’d been thinking of it as introducing her to the places he liked.. Maybe, after tomorrow.. She could introduce him to a place he liked.. He liked that idea..

“Maybe not the chinese boxes sitting on the curbside though, that might be pushing the casual lunch idea just a little far, Jolly.”

Folio grinned as Ellie added her opinion, looking between his two friends, thankful that they were here to help him. He would have had no clue and be running around trying to figure out restaurants and ended up going to some place stupid..

“Maybe the diner, it’s one of my favourite places to go for lunch, because they have such an assortment of food, and it can lead into all kinds of topics if we run out of ideas.”

Pulling out his phone, ready to text Ishtar since he knew she wouldn’t be at work yet, and he didn't want to disturb her while she was at work tonight. Sending off the quick message about the diner and time and asking if that was okay.. 

Folio: 12 at the Diner on 5th okay for lunch? Princess: Perfect, I look forward to it! Folio: Can’t wait!

“Yesss, perfect, she agreed. It’s on!”

Folio almost couldn’t sit still, it wasn’t even lunchtime today, he hadn't to wait more than a whole day before he could see her again! He groaned loudly at the thought, catching Ellie’s attention immediately.

“Oh no, has something gone wrong?”

“I just realised that I don’t get to see her until tomorrow!”

The laughter that came from Jolly filled the whole room, Folio couldn’t even bring himself to give him the finger this time, he just wanted it to be tomorrow already!

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

[phykoha]

@phykoha 's DTIYS over here bc I love their art and their creatures and their Mikey but idk how to fucken draw which is why I don't TTuTT

CONGRATS ON +3K!!!! YOUR STUFF IS ALWAYS AMAZING TO SEE IN MY DASH!!!

[hammerhead-jpg]

ew, are you a Kody defender??

OK GUYYSS I'm not a Kody defender idk why you guys think that!!

Yes I like Kody he's literally so malewife boyboss cunty slay but I obviously know that the things he did were bad I have a brain!! I literally never said that the things he did weren't bad ever!

I just sometimes think people exaggerate the things he does a little bit?? Like tbf we don't know his side of the story at all... I know most people think that he did the things he did because he was lonely and miserable and wanted to be close to a person in an intimate way but instead of putting the work in and reaching out he manipulates and exploits an unknowing person and when they fight back and end up ruining his reputation therefore causing him to be even more lonely and shunned worsening his self doubt and suicidal thoughts but instead of apologizing and getting therapy he just tries to manipulate and guilt trip said person and runs away to a new academy where people will be unaware of what he's done all just because he doesn't believe he is able to be fixed.... But have you considered that he might have done it because he was just trying to do it to help them learn water magic???

And honestly you guys that are mad because he "BaSiCaLLy kiLLed a BuNch oF pEopLe" are literally SO stupid like... would you rather he just die lmao???? Like I know that if you were in that situation you probably would have killed the random bystanders with your bare hands before slicing them into bite sized pieces and feeding them to the shades so don't even try me!!!!

And it's SO annoying when you see people talking about "ohh can we talk about how Kody's actions affected FL and ended up making them blablabla" and it's like LITERALLY who cares 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄

Like if you're homophobic just say that pookie

Anyways if I see anyone saying anything bad about Kody I will be doxxing your address and your mother's maiden name

[clownpalette]

I heard you like to draw. Well, I think you don't mind if I give you a little album with puppies? *Leaves an album in advance, which depicts funny puppies playing with each other*

Guyyss! stop spoiling him!! >:(

[a-narcissists-warren]

im not the last anon but i AM the “wait this is you. cool” anon….(i agree with the last anon idk interacting with you seems scary so ill just lurk and like)

and yes i do enjoy your posts infiltrating my home page ty 🙏🏽 /gen

mmbssbhsfsuafwjridiagdkfjgs!!!!!! YAYYYy

aauggshhfh i didn't know this many people were afraid to interact with me it's a little flattering? but i wish i wasn't so intimidating

guyyss,,,,, guyyyssss,, i'm nice i swear

[grobyna]

MORE GOOGLE NOTES ART GUYYSS!!

Here I've drew an eye, this was drawn pretty early during my school year using a method a teacher taught me, I wanted to try out and do a little piece working on realism!!

👁

That's all I have for today, I hope you guys enjoy!!

《 Old Art 》

[sillyrobotss]

GUYYSS..

LOOK WHAT I FINISHED..

looped x12 so you can see a little better :)

(this was also posted on tiktok!!)

[aftout]

Ask box open guyyss im so bored at work 🥺🥺 little ol me

[botkitty]

Guyyss I made a little something something

[hyperinfinitesouda]

Awwww you guyyss🥹 Look at thiiss����

It took a little over 1 year to obtain a canon GeniSouda timeline. I'm so happy🤧🥹🪐🥤✨️🔧💚🩷

I've landed and am setting up Planet Saturn and GeniSouda here! Coming soon☆♤♡

I don't know how to use tumblr but first post is going to be..

SHIP #GENISOUDA PLEASE!! XD☆♤♡ DRAW US! LOVE US! C O N S U M E G E N I S O U D A M E D I A A A AAAAAAA!! Haha! XD

I'll be online for real after the holidays. Just wanted to snatch the name I wanted now and let it set.☆

See you in a few weeks.☆♤♡

[chanelsebbie]

𝗪𝗵𝘆 𝗗𝗼 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗛𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗠𝗲? | 𝗽.𝗽.

➵warnings: Substance use, language, Endgame spoilers, angst. 

➵masterlist

➵summary: Peter just wants to know why you hate him. 

➵a/n: Hee hee, I’m still trying to break in my new blog so feel free to send in requests and follow or reblog :)  ((THIS IS A STARK!READER FIC))

You never really liked Peter Parker. 

But you didn’t hate him. You couldn’t. Everyone on the Avengers team tolerated him, and some even liked him. And he was talented at what he did. But you still couldn’t bring yourself to like him. 

After the events of Thanos, you were finally brought back, and so was Peter. And Tony was happier than ever to get you home, and in his arms again. You went in and kicked ass. And the good guys won. 

But at the cost of your father’s life. 

Now that he was gone, everyone is asking who the next Ironman would be. You would think people would have been gunning on you, his own daughter, but instead, everybody looked to the boy no older than yourself. 

And jealousy raged through you, feeling put off to the side, along with trying to grieve and mourn your fathers death, all while trying to keep the world at peace. And with the Captain in retirement, along with Natasha gone, that left the team struggling to stay together. Some of the strongest members were gone, and Thor was still trying to lose that weight. 

So it all fell down to you. And sadly, also Peter. You were struggling to finish your studies in high school, as was Peter, the both of you attending the same school. While Peter had all sorts of friends, you preferred to be alone, and get through school, so you could take on more missions and important callings. 

Just like today. But today was going to be slightly different. 

“Come on, y/n, it’s just one party! It won’t kill you,” he protested as you walked into the common area of the Avengers headquarters. 

“Yes it will,” you grunted, plopping down on the couch and telling F.R.I.D.A.Y. to turn the TV on.”

“No- F.R.I.D.A.Y., turn the TV off- It’s a big party and I know you’ll have fun! Flash is throwing it but I know you can still enjoy it,”

That made you not want to go even more. Flash was arrogant, snooty, and always took your detesting glares as playing hard to get. All you knew is that he didn’t like the word ‘no’, which set up multiple red flags for you. 

“No. I said no.” you huffed, taking the remote this time and turning the TV back on, flipping through the channels was Peter let out a defeated sigh, sitting right next to you, pulling out his phone. 

But secretly, Peter didn’t want to leave the living room. And even if he was on his phone, he just wanted to be near you. 

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“Come ooonnn, y/n, please??” Peter begged over the phone, pleading with you as he tried to get you to come to the stupid party that he was already at. 

The loud music could be heard in the background, along with some masculine cheering, which you were sure was the captain of the football team. 

“Peter, no, I’m already in bed,” lie “and I’m in the middle of a book. I’ll see you when you get back to the compound,” you tried to negotiate with a clip to your voice, and the truth was you were at the compound, sitting on the couch in a pair of fuzzy socks and you really didn’t wanna get up. 

“Fine. Yeah. Fine, have fun at home, square.” he dramatically replied, obviously also not a fan of the word no.

You hated when he did that, when he tried to guilt trip you, because no matter how cheesy it was, he almost always succeeded in making you feel like shit. 

“Good night, Peter,”

And with that, you hung up. 

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You found yourself dozing off to the sound of the movie playing on the screen, the large blanket covering you making you never want to leave for the rest of your life. 

But your blissful state was halted by the sound of your phone ringing, making your eyes shoot open and lazily grabbing your cellular device and mindlessly pressing the answer button without looking at the contact name before letting out a groggy “Hello?”

“Y/n!!! Heeeyyyyy,” Peter’s loopy voice sounded off, and if you weren’t full awake already, you certainly were now. 

“Peter??” you scolded, “Are you...?”

“Having the time of my life?? Abbssolutelyyy!!” 

“Shhhhh, just-” you pinched the bridge of your nose, trying not to panic, “Where are you?”

“At the party you were too scared to come to,” he chastised, making you let out a silent sigh in annoyance. 

“Just stay there, okay, I’m coming,” you finally spoke, flipping the blanket off of yourself and getting up with get some real clothes on.

“I like it when you say you’re comi-”

And with that, you hung up the phone. 

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If there was one thing that your father had good taste in, it was his automobiles. He had many he took pride in. Especially the red ones. And if anything, the memory of your father might keep you sane. 

You punched in the address for Flash’s house, and even brought a pair of your father’s glasses, the only two E.D.I.T.Hs left. Ever. 

The drive there was speedy, and when you pulled into the driveway, your stomach dropped. A flood of teenagers crowded the house, and that was just the outside. You couldn’t imagine trying to find Peter in that mess. 

“E.D.I.T.H., find Peter for me, will you?” you spoke to your glasses. 

“Of course,” the voice responded, pausing a moment before continuing, “He’s in the living room. His alcohol levels are high.”

You groaned. You should’ve known, you shouldn’t have let him go out on his own to a party with Flash, that prick has alcohol up the ying-yang thanks to daddy’s money, shit-

Standing up out of the car, you slam the door, glasses still on, “E.D.I.T.H., show me Parker’s vitals, please,” you continued to storm towards the front door and making your way in. 

“His heartbeat is quick and his blood pressure is high, and as I said before, his alcohol levels are irrate.”

“Peter??” you called out, watching as his head popped up like a weasel’s, eyes bright as he recognized you. 

“[y/n]!!” He gasped, running over to you before wrapping his arms around you, “You came! I knew you would!”

“Yeah,” you pulled him off of you, “I came to get you. You’re drunk, Parker, we’re going home.”

“Aww, come on,” he pushed before hanging on you. 

“Peter. No. Come on, let’s go,” you pushed him off again, obviously more annoyed than before. You hated the way people were starting to look at you. 

“[y/n]! Please, don’t push me away again! Just let loose and have fun,”

Your anger brewed. And this was supposed to be the next Ironman. 

“Peter.” you scolded in the most dominant voice you could muster, making a few people around the two of you look their way, “We. Are going. Home.”

Without another word, you grabbed his hand and dragged him out, Peter protesting like a toddler, trying to pull back, but he was so drunk, he seemed weak, and unable to truly fight back. 

You reached the car, opening the door for him as he sat down, folding his arms and glaring at you as you got into the car, starting it and pulling out of the driveway and back to Queens, where hopefully you could get Peter out of trouble. 

A few good 3 minutes passed, (it felt longer thanks to Peter’s glare), and you finally spoke up. 

“Are you done staring at me like a child?” you breathed like a disappointed parent. Which was worse, acting like a mother or a child?

“I’m waiting for an apology. When I sober up, the guyyss are never going to leave alone about what you did to be back there.” he grumbled, obviously going to hold his grudge. 

“I don’t have to apologize for anything,” you gripped the steering wheel a little tighter, trying to suppress your thoughts that made you quick to anger. 

“Like hell-”

“I wasn’t the one breaking the law and underage drinking,” you growled back.

“I can’t wait till I sober up so I can show you what for. That was mortifying. You’re embarrassing.”

Out of everything you’ve been called, embarrassing was never something you were dubbed. 

Peter paused and held his breath, realizing he was blowing it with you, “Wait, [y/n], I’m sorry, I’m just-”

“It’s fine,” you dismissed, trying to keep tears from welling up in your eyes. 

“No, it can’t be, because I read somewhere that if a woman says she’s fine, she’s really not actually fine, and-”

“Peter! Just shut up, please!!” you scolded, trying not to sob, just wanting this night to go away. 

Soon after you hit a red light, and Peter just stared straight ahead, his jaw clenched, trying to think of something to say. Something to do. Anything at all to try and fix it. But thanks to the alcohol limiting the filter between his brain and his mouth, the next thing that came out of his mouth was:

“Why do you hate me?”

Your world seemed to stop for a second as you tried to compose yourself. This was the last thing you wanted him to think, no matter how vulnerable he made you feel. 

“I don’t hate you, Peter...,”

“Then what is it? Why do you push me away? Can you see that I like you? Like really really like you?”

You swallowed hard at his words. You closed your eyes and swallowed, “Peter, I don’t know what to tell you-”

“Then tell me something, please, anything-”

“I love you, Peter-” your outburst made him wince as he tried to focus and piece together your words in his drunken state, “I love you, Peter. And whenever I look at you... I see him, and I just...,” you took a deep breath to prevent the tears welling in your eyes, making you seem weak in your opinion, “I’m supposed to be the next Ironman, but the press says differently. I’m jealous of you Peter,” you shook in embarrassment as you pressed down on the gas, your cloudy vision making you swerve to stay on the road so you didn’t crash a priceless car. 

“You love me?”

“Y-yeah, I mean, I guess, I wouldn’t...,” you paused, “You aren’t going to remember this in the morning anyway,”

“No. I’m not gonna forget this. Not even if I tried,” he laughed humorlessly, leaning back in his seat. 

“Well... I guess the cat’s out of the bag,” you thought out loud, wanting to take your rant and stuff it back down your throat. 

You didn’t mean for him to find out. Not like this at least. 

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When you two got back to the compound, he gipped onto you like a kid, clinging to you and refusing to let go. At this point there was a mutual understanding between the two of you. That both of you had feelings, but it wouldn’t be discussed until the morning. 

The elevator ride made Peter look sick, the alcohol finally starting to catch up to him, and right as the doors opened, he ran inside, finding the closest bathroom. 

That poor toilet. 

You caught up to him and sat next to a sickly Peter, rubbing his back as he let everything out. He held you the best he could, not wanting you to leave his side. 

You brushed the hair away from his forehead as he leaned over the side of the toilet, groaning in discomfort as he continued to cling to you like you would slip away. After a few more times of the repeated pattern of ejecting bile, he turned to you.

“I’m tired,” he mumbled like a child. 

“Come on, Spidey, let’s get you to bed,” you gave a small smile, picking him up as you dragged him out of the bathroom and into a guest bedroom, getting him an extra shirt and sweatpants from the closet before turning around while he got changed. 

But a wrapping of arms around your waist told you he was done. You waddled him over to the bedside before sitting him down and getting him off your back. He was like a damn koala. 

You finally laid him down, pulling the covers over him snuggly, not failing to notice the longing stare coming from Peter. You gave a smile, and he smiled back. It made your heart flutter in spite of yourself. 

You shook yourself out of it, the only thing on your mind now was getting to sleep, trying to forget the conversation that was supposed to be had the next morning. 

“Goodnight, Peter.” you began to walk away, but before you could get too far away from the bed, you felt someone grab your hand. 

“Please stay,” he begged, unspilled tears in his eyes, the fear of you leaving his side the greatest concern on his mind. 

You paused. You were about to go to sleep with Peter Parker, and yet your hesitation was the only thing that was stopping you from what you had wished you had been doing for as long as you had known the boy. 

Despite the voice screaming in the back of your head to put the wall back up and your foot down, say no, and leave, your body opposed, slipping under the covers with the sniffling teenager. 

He immediately smiled and embraced you, and you knew that you would have to get used to the physical contact. He was behind you, his arms around your waist, his breath gently fanning over the nape of your neck. 

You covered the both of you up, Peter sighing. And as much as you hated to admit it, he looked adorable. 

“Parker, if you barf in my hair, you aren’t gonna wake up with eyebrows,” you were half-joking, half-serious. 

“Will do.” he laughed sluggishly, sniffling before you finally felt his breaths steady and slow, passed out with you in his arms. 

You never really liked Peter Parker. 

You loved him.