#this will definitely have violence and blood

[railingsofsorrow]

nothing's gonna hurt you, baby

[jj maybank x reader]

summary: “you don't have to worry about me.” your voice is muffled but he can hear it well. the way his fingertips graze against your back under your shirt almost puts you to sleep right then.  “'course I do.” jj pokes your waist, tone bordering on indignant. “you're my girl, why wouldn't I worry about you?” pairing: jj maybank x f!reader w.c: 1.2k warnings/content: child abuse (implied); description of wounds, blood and violence; hurt/comfort.

A/N: in honor of obx 4, here's a jj maybank hurt/comfort blurb. just fyi, he's alive and happy and he ran off to yucatan in the show, that shitty ending they wrote did not fucking happened. anyways, enjoy my silly writing.

navi

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“ow!” you hissed, leaning away as your forehead stung as soon as the antiseptic made contact with the wound. “it stings.” you provided helplessly, lips tugging downwards. 

watching as jj's mouth quirked up slightly, you glared at him. he looked away to grab another gauze, unaffected by your dramatic behavior. not so dramatic because the cut was fresh so in your defense you had every right to react that way. 

“it's supposed to sting, means it's working.”

you hold back a complaint as he presses the gauze near the cut again. his blue eyes attentively stare back at you, he waits for your whining but it doesn't come.

“so you mean I'm supposed to enjoy pain because it's good for me? it's like we're all condemned to the same fate, aren't we?”

“my pretty little philosopher or whatever,” jj tutted, pressing a kiss to your temple before he stood up to throw the used materials away. the couch was comfortable as you adjusted your body to lay back down, making sure not to turn on your side so jj's job wouldn't go to waste. “should I call pope here? cause I'm not gonna be able to keep up with your existence theories.”

“existencial.”

“yeah, that.” you let out a hum in appreciation as he ran his fingers across your ankles, the coldness of his rings grazing against your skin. that will definitely help you fall asleep. silence stretched on for a few minutes and the room was enveloped with you and jj basking in each other's presence. 

until, well… until he broke it.

“how did you get this?”

“told you, cabinet door.”

“right, which one was it this time? kitchen or bathroom?” 

you felt like a little kid being caught doing what you weren't supposed to be doing. by his tone, you already knew he was onto your lie but you stayed silent, forcing your face to be blank of any emotion. 

jj had caught you with bruises before. the keyword being caught because you'd never willingly show it to him. he already had too much on his plate to deal with, he didn't need you to add to it. 

it wasn't the first time, thus his little gentle jab at your lie.

“cuddle me.” you requested — more like ordered — an outstretched hand in his direction as you ignored his previous question with grace and not all in an unsubtle way. “jayj”

your boyfriend engulfed you in his warmth, arms wrapping around your middle as you settled in his chest, cheek resting against the soft fabric of his jumper.

“you don't have to worry about me.” your voice is muffled but he can hear it well. the way his fingertips graze against your back under your shirt almost puts you to sleep right then. 

“'course I do.” jj pokes your waist, tone bordering on indignant. “you're my girl, why wouldn't I worry about you?”

“your girl?” you placed your chin on the back of your hand, licking your lips contemplatively. “a bit possessive, isn't it?”

something itched in your chest upon noticing the small dimple on his left cheek when he gave you that charming disarming smile of his. “you think so?” he uttered, hands intertwining behind your back as he shrugged when his face twitched in amusement. “but you are, aren't you?”

“am I?” you pretended to be clueless. “not sure... hey.” you squirmed when he threatened to tickle you.

“hey.” he mocked with a slightly annoying voice, warning a slap on his chest. jj let out a deep chuckle. “stop, stop. okay.” he held your hands, lifting your knuckles to his lips so he could kiss them, blue eyes glinting with mischief staring you down. that glint soon tuned down to something serious, it was when you knew he was about to initiate a topic you wanted to run away from.

you were cornered.

jj's thumb touched your cheek, there was also a small yellowish bruise beginning to heal near your cheekbone, besides the cut in your forehead, which was what concerned him more. 

this one is older, he observed the bruise, caressing the spot ever so gently as if you were made of glass. you shouldn't have bruises or cuts or anything that gives you pain. 

“jayj, it's fine—”

“is it bad?” 

you know what his words mean and that proved he didn't believe in your lies. why would he? he went through the same on a daily basis before his dad took off god knows where. you honestly hope he never comes back because if luke maybank ever thinks of laying a hand on jj again, you'd bury him alive. 

but anyway, you admitted the truth, laying out what truly was going on inside your house.

“just when she gets mad.” you offered, looking back at your hands curling together. “really, it's fine, don't worry about me.”

his forehead creases and you think he's about to order you to shut up but instead he squeezes your hand. anger is never his go-to emotion with you.

“I worry, always. can you tell me how this one happened? it's deeper.” he asked, touching the spot in your forehead beside the cut he had cleaned up. 

your eyes followed his carefully but your body was relaxed as it never had been whenever you talked about that subject. 

“I, um... I dodged her slap. kind of. I ducked down— or tried to.” you winced at your explanation and at the memory. “anyways, the cut was because of her ring.”

his jaw clenched but his touch never shifted to anything other than delicate. 

“i'm sorry.”

“don’t be.” you said, smiling up at him. “it’s not your fault, but thanks.”

“you shouldn't be used to this.” jj said firmly, brushing a stray strand of your hair behind your ear, his gaze far away. “you can come stay at the chateau if you want, you know? we always have space.”

“thank you for caring, but I'll be fine.”

“I know.” he shrugged. “but I mean, when you're not, you have a place to run to. you have me.” 

and yes, you knew that, technically. but your fucked brain thought if you shared your home life with him, this would make you a burden, you never ever wanted that. you didn't want him to get tired of you and realize he was better off with someone else who wasn't so complicated.

“I know I have you.”

“do you?”

“I love you.” you offered as if that was supposed to be a strong argument.

jj raised a brow. “I love you too and that's why I want you to open up to me.” he explained gently, thumb running against your cheek. “call me. find me. I'll be there. I'll find you wherever you are, alright?” 

you hummed, agreeing with him in his request. a smile gracing your lips. “okay.”

he shifted in bed, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “if it depends on me, nothing’s gonna hurt you,” he mumbled against your forehead as you wrapped an arm around his middle and basked in his warmth.

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taglist: @hoeshissworld 

[kiame-sama]

Seeing a lot of threats from certain aligned folks who think threatening a person's safety, well-being, and bodily autonomy is a joke.

So, here is a reminder to everyone; if you must fight for your life/safety, don't be afraid to claw and bite.

Useful clawing and biting info below the cut;

If you can bite through a raw carrot, you can bite through a finger. If you must bite, scrunch up the skin of your face to protect your eyes and don't let go until you can't hold on anymore. Thrashing your head and biting harder are acceptable ways to protect yourself. Human bites can rot in short amounts of time and definitely leave lasting scars regardless of proper treatment.

When clawing, go for the eyes, the temple, and the front of the throat, they are the weakest spot on a Human regardless of gender. Fighting for your life is a no-rule conflict, do what you must to be safe and protect your life.

Don't fight unless you have no choice, and if you have no choice give that fucker a scar to remember you by. There is no shame in protecting yourself from those that wish to harm you. I don't condone senseless violence, but violence to protect your own life/safety from direct threat will always be allowed in my eyes.

Seek medical care immediately/shortly after biting in case the person had blood diseases so you can be monitored/treated. DNA under the nails from scratches can also be useful in arresting/identifying your attacker. Tell the EMTs and doctors everything, they are there to help you, not arrest you (this is also true if you have taken illegal substances, the doctors want you to live not arrest you for poor choices. It is a HIPPA violation for them to try and get you in trouble for seeking help).

[yanderes-galore]

Hey! Could you do a overprotective Riz from beastars with a gn! raccoon

WE'RE BACK TO MURDER BEARS, BAYBEE!!!

Yandere/Overprotective! Riz with Raccoon! Darling

Pairing: Platonic/Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Overprotective behavior/Possessive behavior, Violence, Blood, Prejudice, Clingy behavior, Threats, Consumption of others (It's not... Cannibalism in this universe I guess?), Harassment/Bullying, Delusional behavior, Forced companionship/relationship.

I guess in a way you'd be considered a carnivore, right?

Raccoons are omnivores but you aren't, well, defenseless?

Although another thing to note is bears are omnivores.

So you and Riz are quite similar and would both be considered 'carnivores' according to the laws of Beastars I think.

Despite this, there's several issues with being friends with Riz.

One, you're much smaller.

Which could make Riz a threat over time.

Another thing, Riz is shown to have a twisted sense of friendship since the death of Tem.

Which can be problematic as your friendship goes on.

Riz has some... red flags.

Yet most don't see them.

Many see Riz as kindhearted.

He's loved and respected by his peers, even as a carnivorous bear.

How I imagine him befriending a raccoon is this....

Raccoons have a reputation.

I like to think that maybe many see them as thieves and delinquents.

Many species and groups in Beastars come with their own prejudice and rumors.

You, as a raccoon, are often not trusted due to what you are.

But Riz ends up trusting you.

Many people trust Riz while not many trust you by default.

It often leads to harassment or bullying.

I imagine you befriend Riz because he stepped in for you.

Due to being small, you're often picked on by larger animals.

Except one day...

A large bear happens to step in.

Riz is accepting of you, even his species has prejudice.

Honestly, he views you as harmless!

Which often makes him feel the need to protect you.

While many trust Riz and distrust you... It should really be the opposite.

Riz has proven that he's a threat even if he can hide it.

You haven't stolen from anyone in your life.

The obsession and friendship definitely starts with Riz stepping in to help you.

The bear is awfully kind to you, minding your smaller stature and listening to you.

Not many people pick on you after that due to the fact you have a brown bear backing you.

You're thankful for Riz's help, seeing nothing wrong with befriending him.

If only you knew...

Riz would barely leave your side.

He's seen what happens if he does, others pick on you.

No one picks on his friends.

To most his threats or protective behavior seems lighthearted.

But those who know what Riz is capable of?

There's a whole new underlying threat to your friendship.

Yet you're too oblivious to notice.

Imagine Riz growling at others who get too close to you?

His size dwarfs you.

You're so tiny and are practically cloaked in his shadow.

Many are wary of the raccoon and their big bear friend.

Riz acts like such a teddy bear with you.

He tries not to be intimidating to you, often keeping you near him whenever you two meet.

But to others that aren't you?

Riz seems possessive and overprotective.

Riz doesn't show his more animalistic side often.

Not with you, anyways.

Yet I think Riz would hunt down those who picked on you and started rumors.

Would he kill them? He doesn't have to.

But Riz can be very threatening.

While he tries not to be, he's large and terrifying when you stress him.

So, all of a sudden, no one's picking on you anymore!

That and Riz is very affectionate, offering to cook for you and often hovering around you.

You two are close companions.

In fact, I can see Riz carrying his raccoon obsession at times.

He's oddly playful, excusing it as him protecting you.

It's like he's displaying to others that if they mess with you... they mess with him.

You essentially have a clingy and overly obsessive bodyguard.

He doesn't have many positive experiences with... friendship.

So the lines between friendship, partner, and even meals are blurred for him...

Which puts you in danger if you make a wrong move.

You're so blind to the danger you're in.

Others see the blood around his maw and claws...

You don't.

Others suspect something... Odd with the food he gives you...

You don't.

Others notice people avoid you and Riz... or just disappear altogether...

You either don't or don't care.

You trust Riz, he protected you when no one else would!

For the most part, Riz is just a teddy bear who adores his raccoon friend.

Yet what happens if he loses his raccoon?

What if you both fight?

What if you realize what he really is?

Well... Hopefully things won't come to that, right?

Hopefully you just listen to him and don't look any deeper...

Yet if you do...

Riz will make sure to be gentle with his beloved raccoon, he'll be your one and only forever, you'll be safe and sound, just don't struggle....

[paceprompting]

beside, not behind

written for ‘guard’ wc: 532 # | rated: t | cw: era-typical homophobic language & violence | tags: early relationship, protective steve harrington, feral eddie munson, soft ending

@steddiemicrofic

Steve knew he had a problem.

He didn’t care.

So what if he was the first one to jump in front of the danger; the things with rows of sharp teeth and no mercy. Or the normal people in their shit town with somehow less mercy than the demons.

So, yeah, he wasn’t going to hesitate to step in front of Eddie. His own body was shield enough.

Jason’s fist cracked across his jaw, his big-ass class ring cutting into the thin skin and drawing blood that spattered along the asphalt when Steve’s head snapped to the side. It’d been meant for Eddie, in the random gas station parking lot when they dared venture out for beer Steve didn’t realize he’d been out of.

Eddie hadn’t started it, but he hadn’t ignored Jason’s taunting. Old habits of biting first to be left alone had backfired, and Jason’s ego had flown out, full force.

He stumbled back into Eddie, but didn’t fall. He might get put down on his knees, but Steve was strangely good at keeping between the danger and the protected.

“Need a fucking guard dog when you go out now, Munson?” Jason seethed.

“Fuck off,” Eddie snapped, his hand landing on Steve’s shoulder, trying to push past. Steve refused, extending his arms to keep Eddie at his back. Steve may not have had any problem standing in front of Eddie, but Eddie definitely had a problem letting him.

“Steve, fucking move.” Eddie dug his nails into Steve’s shirt. Steve’s jaw fucking throbbed—and oh, did Eddie owe him later—which was enough to keep Eddie from throwing himself at Jason. Steve could take it, because no one else needed to.

He was the only one who needed to take the brunt of the world.

“Yeah, Harrington,” Jason said, flashing his teeth with a wolf-like sneer. “Let the fag take his beating with some dignity.”

Steve was so focused on keeping Eddie back, he’d hadn’t enough focus to do the same for himself. Not when ignorant, repressed fucking Jason Carver went after his Eddie.

He lashed out, one hand curling into Jason’s stupid letterman jacket and the other returning the blow he’d given Steve across the face. It didn’t draw blood, and Jason overcame the surprise by grabbing hard onto Steve’s hair and yanking him around.

There was so much shouting, Steve didn’t realize Eddie had joined the fray until Jason flew off to the side, a chaotic blur of black leather and chains wrapped up with him as they rolled onto the pavement. Eddie managed to stay on top, smacking his hand across Jason’s face and drawing several lines of blood from his own rings.

Jason shoved him off, swearing. Eddie went easily, getting onto his feet and towering over Jason.

“Get lost, or I’ll do it again.”

Holding his jaw, Steve turned away and fell back against the side of the Beemer, ignoring Jason. Eddie joined him, pressing his nose to Steve’s temple.

“I wish you wouldn’t step in,” Eddie whispered.

Steve shook his head, but Eddie stopped his response with a hand around his wrist.

“I want to face it with you,” he said against Steve’s skin. “Not behind you.”

[spacecowboywhit]

Tabletop Trick or Treat!

Ahh! I missed this in the flurry of boops and election crisis. Sorry, @werewolf914! I will share examples of a whole mini-genre of RPGs that I love:

Moments in History You Would Not Expect to Gamify!

Oyster Pirates by @rollforthings - Based on Jack London's journalism/short story, you are independent fisher-thieves in San Francisco Bay in 1888, illegally harvesting at night from the giant oyster monopolies and running from the police in high-speed fishing sailboat chases. Cool setting and awesome aquatic-heist rules!

The Kingdom of Prester John by @kor-artificer - A fun solo game where you are an emissary from the pope in 1177, seeking the fabled Kingdom of Prester John. Also definitely worth mentioning his other solo game, Scribe about the collapse of civilization in the Bronze Age.

Malandros by Thomas McGrenery/Porcupine Publishing - Brazilian communities coming together in the late 19th century in the immediate aftermath of the abolition of slavery in the country and the imminent transition from imperial monarchy to a republic. Tell stories that are slice-of-life, crime/gangsters/con-artists, underground martial artists, or even urban-folk-fantasy.

Beecher's Bibles by Noora Rose/Monkey's Paw Games - Blood-soaked, antislavery abolitionists in Kansas, USA in the 1850s fighting pro-slavery land owners, lawmen, and militias. Adapts the Panic Engine and Mothership rules to a very different setting.

Blackout by @open-sketchbook - There are ~54,857 RPGs of various quality where you play a soldier or spy in WWII. There are not nearly so many where you play civilians trying to survive through it. Excellent adaptation of PBTA rules. A game of war and violence, where the PCs are not the direct participants in that.

The Girls of the Genziana Hotel by @hendrik-ten-napel - The chambermaids in a hotel in the Bavarian Alps in the 1820s solve a mystery at night and navigate work and personal relationships during the day. Cool, eerie, unique. Uses the Brindlewood rules very well!

Rosewood Abbey by Kalum from The Rolistes - Monks in a 12th Century monastery solve mysteries, ala Cadfael, The Name of the Rose, or Pentiment. Also uses the Brindlewood rules very effectively!

WURM: Roleplaying in the Ice Age by Emmanuel Roudier/Dakikan - I have read this game twice and still can't decide if it's actually good or just interesting. It's slice-of-life during the paleolithic era, specifically with the coexistence between neanderthals and homo sapiens. Interesting mechanics, especially for things like survival, crafting, cooking, simply lighting a fire, and even a bunch of rules around childbirth and raising.

[srslyblvck]

the devil you know, avengers

pairing: avengers x fem!reader

synopsis: the avengers seem really desperate as they come to you—the person who went under their skin like no one else to help them win against hydra. while they are walking on eggshells around you, you are having fun causing chaos.

warnings: mentions of y/n (maybe), blood, violence, gore

word count: 2k

chapter: 7/?

author's note: a new addition to the circus group!

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ A FEW DAYS HAD passed since the mission, and you were feeling much better. The wound on your leg had healed up faster than expected, thanks to Dr. Cho and her advanced medical tech, and now you were back to your usual self—annoying, sarcastic, and impossible to ignore.

The Avengers had gathered in the common room, taking a rare break from world-saving. The atmosphere was relaxed for once, a welcome change from the usual tension that filled the compound. Steve and Natasha were sitting on one of the couches, talking quietly, while Tony and Bruce were over by the bar, discussing some new tech they were working on. Clint was lounging in an armchair, absentmindedly flipping a playing card between his fingers, while Sam and Bucky were playing pool at the far end of the room.

You limped in, just for show, despite your leg feeling perfectly fine. The moment you entered, everyone groaned.

“Oh great,” Clint muttered, tossing the card onto the table. “Here comes trouble.”

“Trouble? Clint, I’m hurt,” you said, dramatically clutching your chest as you made your way over to the couch. “I save your life, take a hit for you, and this is the thanks I get?”

Clint smirked, but didn’t look up. “Pretty sure I thanked you.”

You flopped down on the couch next to Natasha and Steve, making sure to let your cuffed wrists clink together loudly, just to irritate them. “Yeah, but I’m expecting a lot more than a simple ‘thanks.’ I’m talking a full celebration—parade, fireworks, maybe even a medal.”

Natasha raised an eyebrow. “You want a parade for getting shot?”

“I saved the best archer in the world,” you said, pointing at Clint. “That’s gotta count for something.”

Clint scoffed, leaning back in his chair. “I’m the only archer you know.”

“Details, details.”

Steve, who had been silently observing the exchange, shook his head with a small smile. “You’re definitely feeling better.”

“Oh, you have no idea,” you said, grinning wide. “I’ve been bored out of my mind. How do you guys relax without stirring up a little chaos?”

Natasha shot you a look. “Normal people don’t need chaos to relax.”

“Well, that sounds incredibly dull,” you said, leaning back and putting your feet up on the coffee table. Steve gave you a pointed look, but you ignored it.

Sam, from across the room, leaned over his pool cue, lining up his shot. “You know, I’ve got to admit, I kind of missed the noise. It’s been too quiet around here without you hobbling around, being a pain in the ass.”

“Missed me, huh?” you called out, grinning. “You sure about that, Wilson? Sounds like you’re getting sentimental.”

Sam straightened up and shot you a glare. “Let’s not get carried away.”

Bucky, who had been silently playing pool with Sam, shot you a glance, his expression unreadable. “How’s the leg?”

You shrugged, kicking your feet off the table with a casual smirk. “It’s fine. Little tender, but it’ll take more than a Hydra goon to keep me down.”

“You sure?” Bucky asked, raising an eyebrow. “Seemed like you were milking it for all it’s worth.”

“Who, me?” you said, feigning shock. “I would never.”

Bucky just stared at you, clearly not buying it.

“Okay, maybe a little,” you admitted, smirking. “But can you blame me? It’s not every day I get to be the hero.”

“Yeah, and it better not happen again,” Clint muttered from his chair, tossing another card onto the table. “I’m not letting you one-up me.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Is that what this is? You feel threatened?”

“No,” Clint shot back, but his smirk gave him away. “Just don’t want you getting any ideas.”

“Oh, I’ve got plenty of ideas,” you said, grinning wide. “Want me to share?”

“I’d rather not,” Clint replied, shaking his head. “We’ve got enough chaos without you adding to it.”

Natasha glanced over at you, her arms crossed. “Speaking of chaos, Helen said you’ve been flirting with her every chance you get.”

You blinked, then grinned even wider. “Did she now? What can I say? The lady’s got good taste.”

Natasha rolled her eyes, but there was a small smirk on her face. “You do know she’s not interested, right?”

“Not interested yet,” you said, leaning back and crossing your arms. “Give me time.”

From across the room, Tony chimed in, not looking up from his tablet. “Yeah, well, don’t get too cocky. You’re not as charming as you think you are.”

You shot him a mock salute. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, Stark. It’s nice to know you’re always there to keep me grounded.”

“You’re welcome,” Tony said dryly, glancing up briefly. “Just doing my civic duty.”

“Speaking of grounded,” Steve cut in, his tone shifting slightly to something more serious. “We’ve got a mission debrief tomorrow. We’ll need to go over everything that happened, including the part where you got hurt.”

“Ah, yes, the ‘Let’s all gather around and critique each other’s performance’ meeting,” you said, wincing a little. “My favorite.”

“It’s important,” Steve said, giving you a pointed look. “We need to be prepared for the next mission.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you said, waving him off. “I’ll be there. Just make sure someone brings coffee this time. Preferably not the kind Stark drinks. That stuff tastes like battery acid.”

Tony raised an eyebrow. “It’s called good coffee. Just because you have no taste—”

“I have excellent taste,” you interrupted, giving him a cheeky grin. “Just not in coffee.”

The banter continued, flowing back and forth as the team relaxed. For the first time in a while, there was no immediate threat looming over your heads, no crisis that needed to be handled. It was just you and the rest of the Avengers, taking a much-needed breather.

And despite the sarcastic remarks and the usual jabs, it felt good to be back. Sure, you annoyed the hell out of them, but that was half the fun. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

You were lounging in the common room, feet propped up on the coffee table, idly flipping through a magazine you didn’t care about, when you heard the door to the compound slide open. Voices echoed down the hall, one of them unmistakably Tony’s—sharp, fast-talking, with that familiar edge of sarcasm. But there was another voice with him, younger and more enthusiastic.

You glanced up just in time to see Tony stroll in, a teenager trailing awkwardly behind him, wide-eyed and looking like he wasn’t sure where to put his hands.

“Come on, kid, it’s not that complicated. You live here now, so don’t act like everything’s about to blow up,” Tony was saying, glancing back at the kid—Peter Parker, if you remembered correctly.

Peter. The new addition to the Avengers, though Tony had been keeping him under wraps for a while. You’d heard about the kid, of course—Spider-Man, the kid genius from Queens who had been running around in a homemade suit until Tony swooped in and upgraded him.

Tony didn’t say much about him, but you could tell by the way he hovered—checking in on Peter more than anyone else, making sure he was taken care of—that the kid was special to him.

You grinned to yourself. Tony was definitely reluctant to introduce the kid to you. You could see it in the way his body tensed as he spotted you lounging on the couch.

Tony stopped in his tracks, clearly trying to decide whether to keep walking or turn around and make a break for it. Peter, on the other hand, was looking around the room in awe, totally oblivious to the awkward tension radiating off Tony.

“Oh,” you said, putting the magazine down and throwing a lazy smirk their way. “What’s this? Stark’s bringing home strays now?”

Tony’s expression immediately shifted into what you could only describe as damage control mode. “Yeah, uh, this is Peter,” he said, a little too casually. “He’s gonna be staying here for a bit. You know, just while we get him… acclimated.”

“Acclimated?” you repeated, eyeing the kid. Peter was practically vibrating with energy, clearly trying to keep his excitement under control. “To what? Being a superhero or being stuck in this circus?”

Peter blinked, looking from you to Tony, clearly confused about whether this was normal or not. “Uh, hi,” he said, giving you an awkward wave. “I’m Peter.”

You sat up, grinning wider. “Nice to meet you, Peter. So, you’re the famous Spider-Kid, huh?”

“Spider-Man,” Peter corrected, standing a little straighter, though his voice cracked slightly on the word man. He shot Tony a quick look, clearly hoping for backup.

Tony sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Alright, look, let’s keep this civil, okay? kid, this is… well, you already know who she is. Just don’t pick up any bad habits, alright?”

You feigned a look of shock. “Bad habits? Me? Tony, I’m a model of self-restraint.”

“Sure, and I’m the Tooth Fairy,” Tony muttered under his breath, but you could see the glint of amusement in his eyes.

Peter, still trying to get a read on the situation, shuffled awkwardly in place. “So… do you, like, live here too?”

“Unfortunately for everyone else, yes,” you said, leaning back into the couch. “And now, I guess you’re stuck with us, kid.”

Peter’s face lit up, clearly excited despite Tony’s warning glares. “That’s so cool! I mean, I knew you were here, but I didn’t think I’d actually get to meet you guys. This place is amazing, by the way. Way nicer than my apartment back in Queens.”

Tony looked like he wanted to crawl into a hole. “Right, about that—”

“Oh, don’t worry, Tony,” you interrupted, leaning forward with a smirk. “I’ll take very good care of your little protégé. I’ll teach him all the tricks.”

“Absolutely not,” Tony said quickly, his tone sharp. He stepped between you and Peter like he was trying to shield the kid from whatever bad influence he assumed you’d be. “kid is here to learn how to be a responsible hero, not to pick up your… habits.”

You tilted your head, raising an eyebrow. “Habits? What kind of habits are you referring to, Stark?”

Tony shot you a look, his patience clearly thinning. “The kind where you blow up half a Hydra base for fun and call it problem-solving.”

You shrugged. “Worked, didn’t it?”

Peter, still trying to follow the conversation, grinned awkwardly. “I mean… that does sound kinda cool.”

Tony groaned, rubbing his temple. “Oh God, this was a mistake. Listen, kid, don’t listen to her. she's just trying to get under my skin.”

“Who, me?” you said, grinning innocently. “I’m just trying to make the kid feel welcome.”

Peter smiled, clearly warming up to you despite Tony’s efforts to keep him out of your orbit. “It’s fine, Mr. Stark. I think I can handle it.”

Tony gave Peter a sidelong look, then let out a sigh of resignation. “Alright, fine. But seriously, no picking up any bad habits. And if you do… I’ll know.” He pointed a finger at you, narrowing his eyes.

You gave a mock salute. “Scout’s honor.”

Tony shook his head and muttered something about regretting his life choices before turning to Peter. “Come on, kid. Let’s go get you set up in your room before this gets worse.”

As they walked toward the hall, you couldn’t help but notice the way Tony spoke to Peter, the way he hovered just a bit more than usual. It was obvious Peter wasn’t just another recruit to Tony—he was special. Tony cared about him in a way you hadn’t seen before. He’d always been protective of the Avengers, sure, but this was different. Tony had taken Peter under his wing, and it was clear he wanted to keep the kid out of trouble.

You watched them go, a small grin tugging at the corner of your lips.

“Oh, this is going to be fun,” you muttered to yourself.

As they disappeared down the hall, you made a mental note to spend more time with Peter. Not just because it would annoy Tony (though that was a major perk), but because you could see something in the kid—something that reminded you a little bit of yourself when you were younger. Minus the web-slinging, of course.

You leaned back on the couch, already plotting your next move. Peter Parker might’ve just stepped into a whole new world of chaos, but you had a feeling he’d fit in just fine.

As long as Tony didn’t kill you first.

[cittythekitten]

Doing this for fun. Definitely NONCANNON but meh. I just finished watching Fightsong MV by Eve (I will call this White Fang, Dark Fur)

Undertale by Toby Fox

Abyss & Killer!Abyss by @metakazkz

Art by me

[sforzesco]

some sketches of Lorenzo de Medici and Galeazzo Maria Sforza :)

⭐ places I’m at! bsky / pixiv / pillowfort /cohost / cara.app / tip jar!

[nexahexagon]

“Do you, um. Do you have to wear all the armor? Seems overkill for a stroll.”

“Your Majesty. I’m your guardian. I believe it imperative that I be at my best to protect you. And I’ve already left my helmet at your constant insistence.”

“Right! Right.. but, um.”

“Your Majesty?”

“Yes?”

“..Listen.. Do you hear that?”

“Um, no? No, what is it?”

“…Silence. Blissful, sweet silence. Let’s keep it that way, yeah?”

“Oh.”

@silverskye13

I couldn’t sleep until I drew these guys (I’m learning armor be proud!!)

Prince Tanguish came to me in a dream (daydreaming at work while severely bored). I don’t know much of Royalty and all that, but I see Tanguish as something similar to an advisor to Tango? Within his council methinks. With Welsknight as Tango’s guardian. And Tanguish, instead of stealing, is constantly sneaking out of the castle (Tango makes fun of him for it and Welsknight hated him for it cuz he’d have to go looking for him if he stayed out too late, before Helsknight was appointed his guard at least). Or maybe he still steals, but it’s just small trinkets he sees? Stuff he can’t find in the castle. (Those homemade muffins were really to die for)

Helsknight didn’t want to become a personal guard, but wouldn’t deny the opportunity to annoy the hell out of Welsknight daily. I can also see Helsknight being acknowledged by the royal family by him helping Tango. Like Tango followed Tanguish when he was sneaking out, got hurt (fell when climbing down the castle walls?), and Tanguish ran into Helsknight first while looking for help [Of course Wels wouldn’t be there]. He’s a bit bristly at the beginning (the little dialogue at the beginning was one of the first things I thought of lmao) but he warms up eventually.

Anyways,, is making an art of an au of an au weird? It’s certainly was weird to type that sentence!

[thebramblewood]

An Ill-Fated Afterparty: Part II

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Lilith: Goodness, I feel so exposed now.

Helena: Oh, don't play shy all of a sudden.

Lilith: It'd help if we got you out of that dress. Now... where did we leave off?

Helena: Oh, we're going straight for the neck. You're really committed to this vampire shtick, huh? And I'm weirdly kind of... into it? [laughs nervously] Lilith, I think that's enough. You might actually be drawing blood. [attempts to pull away] Give it a rest now, okay? I said stop, Lilith! LILITH, STOP! Lilith?...

Lilith: Helena? Wake up, Helena! Shit! Fuck! No, no, no! Not now! Not yet! Oh, god, what have I done? CALEB!!!

[wildflowercryptid]

DETECTIVE GRIMOIRE : V FOR VALEDICTORIAN, coming 20XX!

with summer fast approaching and graduation a mere week away, the growing excitement at chumbridge college had quickly morphed into anxiety when that year's valedictorian, victoria valentine, is found dead in the campus's grand auditorium. grimoire and sally are called in to get to the bottom of things, but will they be able to successfully navigate the secrets of the storied campus and the complex interpersonal lives of its students & staff? perhaps, the keen eye of a certain junior detective could help with that...

finally finished up the character line-up for my dg fancase. coming up with 10 unique character designs was one hell of a challege, but i had a lot of fun creating these guys! i'll try sharing more about them soon, (probably after a rest my hand for a lil bit lol)

[ character names (and roles) from left to right : sally spears & detective grimoire (detectives), j.b. decker (librarian), drew decker (junior detective), charles cadwell (chancellor), victoria valentine (valedictorian/victim), angie archer (archivist), harris henly (heir), georgie grover (groundskeeper), donna dowdy (dorm mother), dr. conrad caligari (counselor), hugh henly (benefactor) ]

[batrogers]

The end of the Battle of the Triforce, when all hope seems lost...

(Art from the actual narrative punch at the end of the point when you play as Ganondorf and both Link and Zelda must be defeated to win the level... That had to be a solemn night when the Hylians regrouped and hoped something could keep them alive... or bring them back.)

Character designs for Fierce Deity and Spirit tracks Link from my Link's Meet idea, That Broken Promise.

[cringefail3000]

Hey Patrick Bateman Worstie, uhm, what the fuck do you mean by this? You aren't going to kill her just because she's late to your date???

[boingopilled69]

watch mojos top 10 most painful anime deaths

farsi translation: asheghetam, an intense expression of love in both romantic and close platonic relationships (if i wrote it wrong please tell me im trying to learn)

[disappearinginq]

Tagged by @dragonnan:

List 8 shows for followers to get to know you better

Ted Lasso

Magnum PI 2018 (for my love/hate relationship with it)

White Collar

Reacher

Full Metal Alchemist

Blood & Treasure

Julie and the Phantoms (I will die mad about it being cancelled)

9-1-1

Tagging anyone who wants to give me some show recs!

Really. Not subtle invite to rec things to me. :-)

[jjstein2]

nobody asked but here are my headcanons for how sex between wilford, dark and anti would go

sexual encounters between dark and anti are horrific and violent. could be categorized as hardcore bdsm with no safewords or...any safety at all. its literally two very angry and controlling demonic forces getting off to each other. anti says the most disgusting ass shit he can possibly think of just to piss dark off. dark pummels anti with his fists and anti gets off to it. choking that leans more towards strangulation, bites that result in rivers of blood and chunks of flesh in teeth. claw marks in thighs and torn hair. anti's form glitching so violently as he gets railed that he starts vomiting. dark's shell cracking so badly he fails to look human anymore. the sounds they make are horrifyingly inhuman and they go about their vile hate-fucking for hours, pain and pleasure being practically the same thing, any and every line crossed, a seemingly endless display of desperate dominance and fighting to see who cracks first.

dark and wilford's relationship is very complicated and confusing to any outsider, but between them, it doesn't have to be labeled or make sense. they love each other, plain and simple. sexual encounters are usually sweet and passionate. wilford likes to take good care of dark in bed, praising him, being careful with him, making him feel good. he likes taking dark off his high horse and knows just what to do to take him apart. dark would never admit it to anyone, but he really loves having a space where he doesnt have to hold onto things with white knuckles and have everything under his control. he can let go with wilford. he trusts him. dark is usually the bottom and wilford never leaves him when they've both had their fill, staying with dark and kissing his face until he falls asleep in his arms.

anti gets railed senseless by wilford and calls him daddy. what else is there to say