#they are all a little freaky

[pandagirl45]

"What even is Captain America? A guy who lived in ice for almost 6 decades?"

"Imagine being that old and lost in time. Maybe he made a deal with the devil."

"I wouldn't be surprise, he isn't human."

The cackles were heard, Steve fought to repress the chirps that could formulate among his sighs. Ever since Bucky own strange dna showing up and his own oddities, he felt the glares. He felt the mockery.

He was use to it. To skinny, sick, weak, and overall a burden to being to much. To strange. Weird. Subhuman. Over and over again. But then he sees Tony talk, the dots of electric arc blue, the super computer for a brain. Bucky who eyes reflected if a light hits them. His k9s being more fangs and the general Mish mash of seasonal hair change.

Then Clint who should have died over and over again. Standing there talking loudly and boldly, next to Sam and Natasha. Sam who was more enthralled with talking to Red Wing and his little Red Robin. Soft tweets being heard as the Falcon didn't pay attention to the strange looks. Natasha own past shrouded.

Old enough to be his mother? Young enough to be his sister? Or something else? She like Clint should have died many times but she hasn't. Injuries healing up far better than others. Her sight... not like Buckys but she has a sense about her that put even Spiderman on edge.

Vision, neither man nor machine. He was something new but comfortable in his skin. He is just is. Pietro, a man who died. Revived. Who can run faster than a bullet. Who body now van deal with Mach 1 speeds at a short burst but even then, he was something else. Magic born? Mutant born? Human born?

Then, the kids. Kurt talking with Ultron eating snacks. Even with the stares from adults, the kids were kids.

Looking around he spotted so many unique people who went through the days and lives with ridicule. Thor and Bruce who stood there confident, so confident people sneered and ran.

Then, he saw a hand on his shoulder and the cologne of redwood. He leaned his head back, to the strangest fella ever. Rhodes.

He seen it all and possibly done it all. He survived thing he shouldn't have. He kept his job even when he was threaten with being fired. He is a superhero. A genius. A guy who moves with grace, wheel chair, walking cane's, or on his own. This phenomenal man, James Rhodes took a seat next to him.

Steve swallowed thickly as the colonel head jutted to tue group that whispered things about them all, "people can be assholes. Heard I was slobbing your knob to stay on the team."

What?! Steve eyes whipped to find who said that only to see Tony tearing someone a new one. Rhodes eyes crinkled with a vicious smile, "Yeah, tones is on a rampage today. Others are joining."

Oh.

He looked around, Natasha polite glares. Clint bold blackmail. Sam fingers moving, a procedure to show the blackmail evidence. Bucky the looming shadow as Tony ripped into a crowd. Bruce face a tint green. Thor chest puffed up.

Oh. This was a war path for them.

"We are heroes Teddy."

Rhodes hummed in agreeance, "but we are still people."

Vision floated as he spoke down to someone. Pietro voice carried with laughter.

"We have every right to express our discontent against assholes, yeah?"

Steve blinked slowly as he watched his friends and teammates take over the night. Natasha taking the kids to eat. Bruce and Thor commanding the dance floor. Tony and Bucky following suit.

"You're right... you want to dance with me?"

Rhodey pressed a soft kiss on Steve cheek, "Come on froggy."

[punkitt-is-here]

a rare sighting

[timethehobo]

Tired scribbly tonight hehe.

[stinkybrowndogs]

Everyone look at this freaky little cat my friend adopted. Her name is Lambchop and she is a Mess™️

[lexithwrites]

the fact that i know for sure regulus would write fanfiction is so fucking funny, he's just as weird as we are

[smallermangoes]

I have actual freelance work to do but instead I was possessed by the devil of yaoi...

[sk3tch404]

I had an itch

I still love him

I'm so normal about him

[starleska]

Rolando x Reader headcanons? You know you want to 😤

oh my god YESSSSSSS i would be delighted!!! 🙈🙈💖💖💖 warning, this one is a teensy bit NSFW, of the 'Rolando would quite like to devour you, mind and body' variety 😉 tws for canon-compliant fearmongering, fearplay, invasive behaviour, mild body horror and and general monsterfucking 👀 (i mean, y'all saw the episode, you know what you're in for-)

Rolando x Human!Reader headcanons 🐟💖

🐟 the people who darken the door of the One Star Wonder are always at the end of their tether, and Rolando wouldn't have it any other way. each one is more pathetic than the last: delicious morsels dripping with depression, anxiety and jealousy, and their bubble-headed selves all caught up in their oh-so-human concerns. Rolando greets each one with the same greasy charm, yet he makes sure to flavour his guests with just one too many inhuman gaffes. an incorrect turn of phrase here, a flash of too many teeth there, and before long, he has successfully unsettled his meat. so the night You step over the threshold and greet him with a warm, unknowing smile, he grinned right back, sure of a particularly tasty meal.

🐟 "Well, aren't you a precious little thing!" Rolando cooed, working in a lascivious gaze in the hopes of making You squirm. You stammered out a flustered thanks, and asked him if he had a room for the night. Rolando was dizzy; he could smell the indecision on You like pheromones, those little top notes of apprehension and fear, and it was all he could do to not clamber into your brain right then and there. "I've got just the room for you, dear, right at the back. And don't let anyone here give you shit under my watch. How abouts I escort you there myself? I'd hate for some filthy pervert to gobble you up along the way." before You could protest Rolando slipped around the desk, pressed a spindly claw into the small of your back and ushered You down a damp, ill-lit hallway.

🐟 as he guided You under the broken lights, Rolando's piscine gaze drank in the contours of your form. he'd played carnal games with humans before—desperate creatures that they were, their strangled whines as pleasure bled into pain never failed to amuse him. yet he'd never been so struck by the beauty of your kind. "So, what brings you to my malign establishment?" Rolando asked, as he carded his fingers through your hair. You shivered, but didn't pull away...a response which confused Rolando, but gave his Infestor heart a quiet thrill. You told him that you'd been kicked out of your home, and electricity shot down his back. he couldn't wait any longer. "Poor love...how could anyone be so cruel? Don't you worry your pretty little head. Tonight...you're all mine." 🐟 the few remaining lights in the hallway burst, and Rolando slipped into the blackness. You cried out in confusion as something cold and wet seized around your ankle and yanked You to the floor. chilling laughter echoed around the hallway, where it reverberated off impossible dimensions, like the hotel had yawned open to swallow You. "Oh, aren't you a hoot?" Rolando cackled. "Such fear...such excitement...what a delectable combination." Rolando's yellow-green eyes flashed in the dark, and the deathly edges of his teeth glimmered with saliva. You tried to run, but he dissolved into the dark and snatched at your shadow, tripping you with ease. Rolando's inky, gelatinous form drooled up your side and pinned You to the floor by the wrists, neck, and ankles.

🐟 "Running ain't the smartest move, sweetheart..." Rolando hissed, "...but boy, is it fun!" his monstrous tongue curled around your earlobe and invaded the delicate flesh of your ear itself, lapping in a way far too wet and obscene. You curled in on yourself, trying to make yourself small enough to escape, but Rolando's invertebrate form slipped between your joints and stretched out your limbs until it hurt. one dirty yellow light flickered into life above You and illuminated Rolando's sickly smirk. "Golly," said Rolando, putting his head on one side. "By now, normally I've got 'em screaming and wailing...but save a few sweet little sounds, you're quiet as a mouse." he wrapped himself around your face and breathed a blasphemy against your lips: "If I didn't know better...I'd say you're rather enjoying this." 🐟 a litany of protests tumbled from your mouth, but all they did was make Rolando laugh harder. "Don't deny it, sugar! I see everything tucked up inside that nasty little brain of yours...and fear ain't winning this race, honey." a nail as sharp as a blade tucked itself under your chin, and curled, tilting your face up to his. in the dark, Rolando's smile gleamed with bad intentions. "Tell you what...how about we play a game? You try to keep those lovely lips of yours shut..." a slight sting, and Rolando draws back his claw to admire a rivulet of blood. "...and I see how long it takes to make you scream."

[agir1ukn0w]

I love how Buggy is supposed to be like the ultimate scary clown but the minute we all saw him we were like: I WANNA [REDACTED] THAT GUY SO BAD AND SIT ON HIS [REDACTED] WHILE HE [REDACTED] MY [REDACTED], etc.

[demigod-of-the-agni]

Former SOLDIER, actually

The Cloud Strife version of this drawing I did like. a day ago?

[cheridraws]

Does this count as self-reflection…?

[ID: Mob Psycho 100 fanart redrawing a frame from OP 3. Reigen sits below a tall window with moss growing along its frame, holding a smoking cigarette and looking up. His silhouette stands on the other side of the window in an orange glow and looks back down at him. End ID]

Credit for the ID

[pandagirl45]

Tony being either 25 to 45 because yeah. Doesn't matter buck is always older than this rat of a man ^-^

Bucky proudly stating he is like 108 or something insane.

Bruce collective scaring most of the original team members, "Hey! Most of you were injected with genetically enhance materials! Some of you are harder to off!" Finger guns and walks out.

Clint staring at the lack of his mortality. Natasha knew this. Pepper already got screwed. Rhodey can't die, it is against the rules. Everyone else drank the super juice xD

[trannypresident]

happy valentine's day i guess but you caught me at a bit of a bad time :(

[it/he]

[aceacebaby1]

glad we all have a love/hate relationship with baron

[weyounthevorta]

Manhandled Manlet

People sure do like grabbing Combs, pushing him, tossing him around, and physically overpowering him.

Which little guy are you selecting to torment?

[allowaykirk]

…codywan