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pretending marco didnt die by drawing him if he had been rescued
#we're ignoring that he wouldve exposed rba as titan shifters back in season one if he had lived#also pretend that jean's whole motivation for joining the scouts wasnt marco's death#art#attack on titan fanart#attack on titan#snk#snk fanart#marco bodt#jean kirstein#pokes the jeanmarco truthers with a stick are you guys still here are yall alive#jeanmarco#yes his odm gear is modified to allow one hand to shoot both wires#my babygirl
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any update on the ao3 front?
no updates yet unfortunately ✌️😔 august has not been. a relaxing month for me. but i'm hoping to make some progress this weekend since labor day is monday, so i'll at least have the time off my Normal Big Guy Job...........guh
#luckily nothing overly bad has happened but my sweetheart has had some family with health issues :(#plus walgreen's has been giving me the runaround with my meds so uh...maybe could use some work on that front#plus we moved a month ago so we're still settling into the new place#and i moved up in my job so there was another set of training i had to do#but like i said it's not like life has been overly cruel! just. hectic#moonlight.pdf#asks#anonymous#not sexy#i am alive though! so at least there's that#any of yall play rimworld ive been going full autism mode on that shit#that's been my current means of relaxation
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I will not take any Chiron slander
That centaur is blameless and tired.
The only criticism i agree with on him is the fact that he really shouldn't have made Percy tell Nico Bianca fucking died
#wolffox speaks#percy jackson and the olympians#pjo Chiron#Chiron pjo#pjo#'He's making child soldiers!' The gods fault. The fuck do you want him to do? Go against them? He literally is only alive cus he's needed#'He's raising them to die!' The monsters AND the gods fault. He's actively training them so they can live just a little longer#'Percy and Annabeth are his favorites!' Kay. It's from Percy's pov of course we're gonna see him interact with the main characters a lot!#“But new rome—” Yall realize Chiron is operating on money from a STRAWBERRY business. You think he's gonna be able to build a city from THA#And another one I saw:#“He's letting children work at an infirmary” You mean the Apollo kids? The kids that can literally heal people magically?#Like what do you want him to do? Yes its fucked up that kids have to fight but what choice do they have?#Refusing a quest from a god seems like a shit idea and if they didnt fight in the war EVERYONE dies#it's a shitty situation but you gotta choose the lesser of the evils to survive
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today, cupimon prays for your happiness too.
#digimon#cupimon#oc:elise#made myself draw more personal oc art when not working on comms haha#tbh the motivation behind this was a moment of weakness. like. wanting people to tell you you have done well and everything will be ok#but i also want to heal others that way. it's complicated. the world only seems to get harsher and harsher#holy or angel type digis are good picks for such and cupimon are adorable#imma be realistic this is a pretty tough time to be alive. let's not even try to compare with past eras or the like#the truth is so many of us are struggling so friggin hard we don't even know it anymore bc it's become so routine to our life#but it's honestly? really twisted? if you think of it that way. we're so used to suffering in life. it's so sad.#can only hope things get better someway. somehow. may good news even a little arrives to each of yall this week#btw really sorry folks. after the ai fiasco this site has gotten itself into i'm gonna post even lower res version for my newer works jic#artists writers creatives. do stay safe. keep yourselves and your work safe as much as you can#do what you need to do regardless it matters to you or not ok!#png
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Fully caught up on the manga (minus spoilers for the last chapter) and..... Ya know what maybe I am a villain stan because I just.... Don't trust that anything really changes in society. Everyone outside of heroes, when given speaking parts, seems to indicate that they'll step in or do something in order to protect themselves - not out of any sense of responsibility or community, but to safeguard their lives in case the other person ends up a villain. Or maybe I'm just pessimistic? But we've seen irl time and again that this ending attitude doesn't work. Doesn't have change. Certainly not long lasting change. I really really wanted to finish the series still liking Deku but throughout the fight, every cut back to someone other than Deku, talking about his heart and how good he was and how much he was doing to fight for the person - and the cut back is just "punch". He never responded to Shigaraki's words. He never engaged with the man himself. And at the end of the day, I feel more trust in Uraraka. More trust that she'll actually work on saving people's hearts. And she's back in construction work like her parents. And of course the camera dies and no one sees Toga's heart. Because how dare anyone think a villain could be a person (paraphrased that one interview guy).
I really really wanted to end this manga happy with it. I'm not stupid enough to conflate the reality of the story with fandom. I'm not. I really wanted to enjoy it for what it is. But when they directly ask "how do we fix villains being made" the answer is "you don't. We can't" and ???? That's supposed to be what the manga was working towards this whole time? I - .....
#the bee talks#idk. maybe im just too damaged to fit in society anymore myself. ha.... fuck.#mha spoilers#bnha spoilers#i think deku still has a lot of growing up to do. i know blah blah his innocence is ruined and he's irrevocably changed but.#.... i think its more that we see other characters understand more than deku has. horikoshi can write it. he just.... didnt for the guy#we're supposed to have placed our hope and trust in.#mha#bnha#like i feel sick to my stomach because this is devasting but also guilty bc i wanted to like it i was hopeful.#i mean!!!! I STILL LIKE THE ENDING. IM GOOD WITH IT!! i just dont like how the underlying themes were finished.#im not even salty about the villains dying- i feel like being alive wouldve always left a way for horikoshi to be pressured to return to mha#like.... story plot wise im good with it! its just that the last few chapters are supposed to be feel good wrap up and im.... empty.#if i was the same person i was when i first started mha and even up until a few years ago i wouldve really really liked it all.#haaa... maybe I'm just too jaded. sorry yall i really tried my best and I'll enjoy whatever the last chapter holds! i will! i just...#need some time to emotionally remove myself from it i guess. (massive props to Horikoshi for making me care about all of the characters)
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toasted bread + butter dipped in egg yolk is extremely satisfying
#and makes me happy that I'm alive#muffled laugh#delete later#today is fuck it we're getting boba in an attempt to fix my increasingly chaotic sleep schedule#also I see yall are rediscovering that one robot drawing that's literally the spiciest thing I'll post here hahaha#sunny side up eggs used to be my absolute fav but now I can't really pick between that or scrambled or soft boiled haha
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the good part about seeing shitty anime takes on twitter and having idiots tagging pearl in posts with nothing to do with it is that channeling all that rage in my fics gets me tons of progress lmao
#|→ not not#i will never understand why people do that. why not just tag the main anipoke tag? why always target very specific ships?#meanwhile i make sure to not even tag characters in my pearl stuff cause i know not everyone is into it. like a caring idiot#the fact there's more irrelevant shit in the pearl tag than actual pearl stuf is also funny to me like#why are you hating us specifically? there's like 50 of us stilll alive#we're an endangered species yall should be nicer
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Hngnngng I think. I think we're good,
My funds for the month are drained but Alfie still has some as well as something like 1k on credit cards and. I know that's something that needs to be paid back but its so much wiggle room that I'm not used to
Like it's honestly frying my brain a little that I don't need to be constantly thinking about money this month. I still am ofc lmao but its...christ, I've been living so long with the certainty that I cannot afford my own existence. I literally do not know how to process the possibility that I'm covered
#im not. ready to beieve that we're okay#and...just *okay*. we still need to look for a new flat. we still both really need new jobs.#but even being Okay is such an outlandish borderline fantasy for me#im so afraid Something will happen and we'll have to beg again#and tbh im. i hate saying it like that i hate viewing it like that#cognitive dissonance of id never cast any judgement on other people seeking mutual aid but when its Me its Bad Somehow#im working on that too lmao becoming a well rounded person is a long ass process#i just...we're getting there. we're so close to just Existing and thats something ive Known for years id never have#tldr im feeling alot of thongs very weirdly rn and want anyone that reads this to know. Thank you.#i wouldnt be alive without the friendly folks on my phone#some of whom dont really even know me beyond what i vent on here#some of whom i absolutely neglect in talking to bc its So Hard so often#but yall have made it so i can just...exist. with the person i love.#we absolutely arent home-free yet but its...palpable. its something i can imagine being.#and that is a gift.#and i have yall to thank for it.#g o d i really gotta look into shipping stuff oversees soon#whole bunch of people vastly overdue for a Silly Little Gift
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im being So normal about bears in trees right now
#camera talks#ABSOLUTE LIE#i will and can not do anything else but think about this song rn#oh my gods#im going to be so so normal#yall doubt how much i can just think about music omg#bears in trees#play me a song that feels like home gahhhhh fuck#gimme a minute we're gonna get out alive. we're gonna be okay#i dont wanna die yet....#sorry i can be normal about bit <3
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why.
#was it too much happiness????#did they have to do this????#pure evilness#also he's alive he's just napping out of frame#there are 4 eps left yall#we're chill#the eighth sense
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Feeling a bit torn between officially abandoning this blog and making a nice little goodbye forever post, or getting back into stim blogging on the condition that I be way more lax about it i.e. not committing too hard to tagging and- and this is where I'll lose some people-... not having a strict dni anymore.
#i kinda miss stim content sometimes but like... yall are crazy over here#maybe its chilled out now but the discourse was crazzyyyy and for what lmao we're posting slime gifs.#like jesus I'll live if someone who has shitty opinions reblogs a post of mine one time#thats hardly an interaction. we didnt talk. i didn’t see them. who cares#i guess it mattered more when tumblr was actually where i spent 80% of my time#but yeah idk. ive lost several hundreds of followers in the time I've been inactive#and idk if anyone particularly remembers this blog or cares for its return#but im alive btw if you ever fuckin wondered lmao
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ive not been on here at all oh my god
#logbook#my last text posts were from like. laurel day. and then nothing until back on like the 5th.#anyways hi im alive SKSHSJFKG spring is almost over. .i habe been told i'll still be busy in the zummer but it wont be bad#it'll be a busy im actually really excited for and have wanted to do this whole time lol#ive got new plant babies. i bought some new furniture. im slowly cleaning my space.#i made new friends at work with some of the cashiers finally. turns out we're all the same age.#we're planning to hang out this week after work too :)#ummmmmm. mostly been watching alfred bi attorney streams/vods and reading again.#relearing spanish. . .learning botany from books. . .going to start on my course this summer too.#i got a plushie i preordered back in like. 2021?? 2020?? and havent slept a night without em<3#yeah idk ive been doing alright. hows everyone been. missed yall.#tell me whats up if you read this :)
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No, I wanted to beat his ass until he sang like a canary and then kill him
#Instead now#He's still alive#And we don't have info#Yall are so incompetent#But we're still playing as a morally good mc#That doesn't want to do#What needs to be done#kod#kiss of death#choices#pixelberry#playchoices#f!vic flint#Victoria flint
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I cant find my og post to rb bc mobile app is broken but for those of u who remember the whole thing with the guy from my past who kept reaching out every once in a while...
Guess who's back in my dms again🤣🤣🤣
#i listened to yall and didnt even open his last message and archived it (itd on whatsapp)#i just checked whatsapp and saw that hes send MORE MESSAGES#its gotta be recent kdjdjdn#im turning my read recepts just to open them#bc the last one is a single question mark#so i have no idea what he's said#kejdkdnjd#edit: awwwwww kdjdjdndmdm#hes worried ive died🤣🤣🤣🤣#bc of the shit my country is pulling againt isnotreal#ill just tell him we're alive ig 😆
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ace vash guygirlthing vash truly a blessed day for me
#smudgy.txt#HES JUST LIKE ME FR!!!!!!!!#i was going to say 'but white' but hes not white. not in my heart anyway#ppl who draw nonwhite vash im literally alive bc of yall#anyway me n vash r bestfriends btw we're holding hands & skipping & giggling together#we are in a qpr together#we are doing eachothers nails & trying out cute outfits together & talking abt cute boys (wolfwood)
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WELCOME & GOODBYE — natasha romanoff x gn!avenger!reader
in which... you thought you and natasha had something special. did you do something wrong?
warnings... angst (are you even surprised?), regular avengers mission stuff, tony yelling at the reader :(, and natasha being lwk mean, hurt/no comfort, lwk unrequited love, lwk not proofread
note... "Hey! If your requests are still open: Reader, who has been an avenger and known Natasha for over a year. Who has stayed up late at night talking about random shit and comforting each other for a good portion of that. Who, then, during what seems like a normal late night conversation turns into Natasha saying, "We're not close" after reader expressed they'd feel devastated if something happened to her. Reader then shutting down and basically becoming an empty husk. Maybe becoming reckless during missions. Thanks for considering! I enjoy your stories!" - i really liked this request because yall know i love angst, so enjoy this!! maybe part two if you guys like it.
from where you stand, the avengers tower feels impossibly tall, it's gleaming facade of steel and glass catching the fading sunlight. the large 'A' at the top glows faintly, its light cutting through the hazy sky. it's meant to be a symbol of hope, but up close, it feels colder than you imagined. more fortress than home.
as you step inside, the hum of technology greets you, soft and unrelenting, like the tower itself is alive. the blue-tinted lights along the walls seem to strip the warmth from the space, casting everything in shades of gray.
the corridors stretch endlessly, polished floors reflecting your rather hesitant footsteps. there's a quiet here that always feels unnatural, like the kind of silence you expect from the aftermath of an argument or just before something breaks. when you pause to glance out of a window, the view is so breathtaking.
new york city sprawls beneath you, glittering and alive. but it feels distant today, like you're watching a movie on mute. the labs you pass are buzzing with soft whirs and beeps, glowing screens filed with data you can't even begin to understand.
it's impressive, but also intimidating, a constant reminder of just how much responsibility rests on the shoulders of the people who walk these halls.
you were on your way to your own quarters. why did you feel so lost? it felt like all the walls were closing in on you.
the halls are quiet, too quiet. every one of your footsteps echoes, too loud against the polished floors. the air feels heavy, as if it carries the weight of every mission, every mistake, every sacrifice, every one of your faults. you pass by the living quarters, sleek and sterile, designed for convenience rather than comfort.
the common areas are empty, filled with untouched furniture and the faint scent of coffee long gone cold.
it's as though the building itself is holding its breath, waiting for something to shatter the silence.
and yet, it's not the tower that makes your lifestyle bearable. it isn't always the satisfaction of helping people. it's her.
natasha.
she has a way of grounding you, of cutting through the weight of it all with a single glance. it's not just her presence, though that alone feels like enough to keep the walls from closing in; it's the way she sees you. really sees you, even when you don't want to be seen. in a place that feels so impossibly vast and yet so claustrophobic, she's the one thing that feels solid, real.
it's in the way she moves, effortless but deliberate, as if she belongs here in a way no one else does. her voice, calm and steady, has a way of softening the sharp edges of the tower. when she's around, the cold steel walls feel a little less harsh, the silence a little less suffocating.
she doesn't need to say much--she never does--but somehow, she always knows what you need to hear.
the tower is still the same--tall, unyielding, and distant. but when she's near, it feels a little less like a cage. when she looks at you, it's like the weight of everything doesn't matter as much. it's not that the burden disappears; it's just that, with her, it feels a little lights. a little easier to carry.
it's been like that since day one. being a shield agent was all you thought your life was worth. you helped out, sure, but the credit wasn't always given to you. when you were offered a spot as an avenger, you found it impossible to believe.
they could've chosen anyone, yet you made the cut.
you accepted, of course, and the moment you started, everything was amazing. maybe it was the adrenaline rush. but after a couple months in, you were drained. suffocating. the whole experience felt alienating.
you and natasha hit it off immediately, just casually finding different times to talk. those conversations would go on for hours, the two of you never finding somewhere to stop. and if you did, it's due to the fact that you've fallen asleep together.
those moments with her were something you cherished ever so deeply. you couldn't see your day go on without them.
the conversations ranged from lighthearted banter about clint's terrible taste in music to heavier topics--the kind of raw truths that only surfaced when the world fell asleep, and your walls could come down.
natasha's walls had always been higher, sturdier, but even she had let a few cracks show over the months. she'd told you about her childhood, her regrets, and her fears, her voice steady even when her words were not. in turn, you'd shared your own burdens, feeling safe in the quiet connection you thought you had with her.
being able to come back to the tower after a rough mission and being comforted immediately after made your heart want to explode. after a while, you just couldn't be casual about it.
you'd been an avenger for almost two years now, and apart from the undeniable satisfaction of saving people, she was what you looked forward to at the end of the day.
after one particularly rough mission, you found yourself scanning the tower for your red-headed beauty best friend.
natasha's sprawled out on the rough couch in the living quarters and it doesn't take you long to find her. as you settled yourself on one of the plush chairs, you muttered out a "hey" and she lets out a soft hum.
she's obviously exhausted, and you know she didn't handle herself okay when this was the case. so you ask a rather stupid question, "you okay?" you almost planted yourself on the ground for pulling the stupidest question out of your ass.
the red-head propped herself up with her elbows--a thing she did that you always thought was rather attractive. she gave you a look that practically gave you the answer.
you sighed, hugging one of the fur pillows close to your chest. changing the subject would be the easiest thing to do.
"okay... weirdest thing you've eaten on a mission?" you asked, a soft smile on your face as you leaned back on the chair.
natasha sat up, biting back a smile. "what?"
you blinked, "you heard me."
the woman smirked, tilting her head in though. "a cricket."
your lips fell into a thin line. "a cricket?" you repeated.
she nodded, her expression nonchalant. "deep-fried. crunchy. it was actually quite decent."
"ugh," you groaned, wrinkling your nose. "you're braver than me."
"that's not exactly the word i'd use," natasha teased, her lips twitching into a small smile.
moments like this, where her guard came down even just a little, made you feel like you were glimpsing a side of her that no one else got to see. a side she didn't let many people near.
"well, you win," you said, raising your hands in surrender. "the weirdest thing i've eaten is a half-melted protein bar that i found at the bottom of my bag. that probably doesn't even qualify."
"not even close," natasha quipped, the corner of her mouth lifting in amusement.
a comfortable silence settled between you, the kind of quiet you'd only recently realize you appreciated. with most people, silence felt awkward, like you had to fill it with noise. with natasha, it felt... safe
you glanced over at her, the words on the tip of your tongue before you even realized you were going to say them. "you know, i don't think i've ever had anyone in my life who gets me the way you do."
natasha's gaze flicked to you, her expression unreadable, and for a moment, you wondered if you'd gone too far. but you pressed on, feeling like this was a rare moment to be honest with her.
"i mean it," you said, your voice softer now. "these nights, just talking like this... they've kept me sane. you've kept me sane." you hesitated, swallowing hard before continuing. "and i know i don't say it enough, but... you mean a lot to me, natasha. i mean, if something ever happened to you, i don't think i'd recover."
you hadn't planned to say that last part. the vulnerability of it felt too raw, too much, but it was the truth.
natasha's expression shifted slightly, her mouth opening as if she was about to respond, but then she stopped.
you waited, your heart thudding in the silence. "nat?" you prompted, your voice tentative.
when she finally looked at you, her eyes were distant, her expression carefully neutral. "we're not close," she said, her voice eerily calm but firm.
it felt like the ground had crumbled beneath you. "what?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
"we're not close," she repeated, her tone colder this time. "you think you know me, but you don't. you don't know what i've done, or who i really am. these conversations... they don't mean what you think they do."
you stared at her, stunned into silence. "but... i thought--"
"you thought wrong," she interrupted, her words cutting through you like a blade. her expression didn't waver, and that was the worst part--how composed she seemed, like she hadn't just shattered something inside you.
"i see you as a teammate," natasha continued, her voice emotionless. "nothing more."
for a moment, you couldn't breathe. you wanted to say something, to argue, to demand an explanation, but all the words died in your throat.
"i think i'm going to call it a night," natasha said, standing. she didn't look as she spoke. "goodnight."
and just like that, she was gone, leaving you alone in the dimly lit room.
you sat there for what felt like an eternity, staring blankly at the space where she'd been. her words echoed in your mind, over and over again, until they were all you could hear.
"we're not close."
the truth of it stung more than you thought it would.
the mission in paris was supposed to be straightforward. in and out, minimal casualties, quick extraction. but it all went sideways when you made the decision to split up--ignoring steve's orders, ignoring tony's voice crackling through your earpiece telling you to stick to the plan.
there was no reason for it, no logic behind your decision. you just couldn't stand the thought of standing still, of waiting for the inevitable--whatever that may be. natasha’s words had shattered something inside you, and now you were just reacting.
the battle raged on. you fought like a machine, but you were anything but. your moves were reckless, too fast, too eager to prove you could still keep up. you dodged fire and threw yourself into the fray, not caring if you got hit.
when tony’s voice came through your comms, it was sharp, demanding. “y/n, fall back. now. you’re outnumbered.”
but you didn’t listen. you couldn’t.
“y/n, damn it, i’m serious. what the hell is going on with you?” tony’s frustration cut through the static.
“i’m fine,” you muttered, voice hoarse, even though you weren’t.
the mission ended in chaos. by the time you made it to the extraction point, bruised and battered, you couldn’t look anyone in the eye. you had made stupid decisions, and the team had suffered for it. but the worst part? you didn’t care as much as you should have.
back at the compound, you knew the lecture was coming. tony, steve, and clint had all gathered in the debriefing room, waiting for you. you could hear their murmurs as you made your way toward them, but you didn’t feel any relief at being home.
you stepped into the room, your eyes focused on the floor.
“sit down,” tony ordered, his voice clipped.
you took a seat, the weight of his gaze heavy on you.
“we’ve got to talk about what happened,” steve began, but tony cut him off, his tone rising.
“i don’t want to hear any more excuses. y/n, you almost got yourself killed today. you were out there acting like you didn’t give a damn about the mission or anyone else’s safety. what the hell is going on?”
you swallowed hard, fighting the lump in your throat. the words natasha had said to you that night, when you’d bared your soul, suddenly seemed to suffocate you. you had tried to pretend they didn’t hurt, but now, in front of tony’s fiery gaze and steve’s concerned eyes, they were the only thing you could think about.
“i’m fine,” you muttered, your voice too quiet. too weak.
“no, you’re not,” tony retorted, voice low and dangerous now. “stop lying. you’re falling apart, and you’re dragging everyone down with you.”
you didn’t say anything. you didn’t have an explanation. how could you? you were lost in the aftershock of Natasha’s rejection, and no matter how hard you tried to push it down, it always resurfaced. god, it was so stupid.
“you know what? fine. If you’re too stubborn to get your shit together, maybe we’ll have to bench you for a while,” tony snapped.
the words hit you like a punch to the gut. you couldn’t even bring yourself to care.
“tony, that’s too far,” steve interjected, but tony’s expression was cold, his anger boiling over.
“no, it’s not. you’re not invincible, y/n,” tony shot back, his eyes narrowed. “if you can’t focus on the mission, then you’re not helping anyone. and I’m not risking the team because of some personal... whatever this is.”
you sat there in silence, the sting of his words sinking deep, and all you could think about was how everything had been so much simpler before. before natasha made you feel like an afterthought, before you felt like you were just another expendable member of the team.
“i’m fine,” you repeated, though it didn’t feel like the truth anymore.
but the truth didn’t matter, did it? no one cared about your pain.
and you should've known a black widow would never hold back her venom for anyone.
ha no happy ending love ya
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