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loop-deloo · 1 year
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questions...
it took me a second with this prompt, but we got there. i have learned this month that for myself, when i don’t know what to write for a prompt i just make one of them confused. self-insert!! anyway. i think tomorrow will be h/c whatever the prompt is bc i’ve been CRAVING it! or maybe i’ll just go on a ao3 marathon to avoid writing my term paper due tomorrow HA! all love <3
for prompt “mating”  @wolfstarmicrofic
James was kind of confused. Normally, when he was confused, he went straight to Remus. Even if he didn’t know the answer he was usually the best at hiding his amusement. Which is ridiculous. Because, for anyone that doesn’t know Remus Lupin, he is the worst at hiding his amusement and is the best at making fun of anyone for anything. James, when he really thinks about it, assumes that’s because he likes feeling needed and he wants to make sure his friends (and everyone else) feel comfortable coming to him when they need. Which James really appreciates. 
Today though, with this concern, that method wasn’t his best idea, he thought. So he went to his next instinct: Peter. Peter knew stuff even if he didn’t always flaunt it and he would usually refrain from just outright laughing like Sirius and most of the girls did. So here he was, leaning over to Peter at lunch while Sirius and Remus argued about how much jelly to put on toast or some such other ridiculous old-married-couple-meets-everything-is-flirting-teenagers situation that they’re in. 
“Do you think werewolves,” He specifically whispers the last word and sends a silent thank you up to anyone listening they Remus and Sirius don’t even slow down their conversation (now regarding whether or not a crumpet counted as toast. It didn’t, Sirius, Merlin). “Well, I mean, do you think…”
“Go on Prongs, out with it.” If you could count of Peter for one thing it was being both encouraging and straight forward at the same time. 
“I just mean, do you think they do the whole you know… mating… thing?”
James winces as soon as the hushed words are out of his mouth and then again when he sees how hard Peter is trying to not laugh.
“James,” Peter starts, swallowing his laughter and letting out only a small huff, “James, honestly, get a grip.”
“Hey! It’s a serious question.”
“Well, actually, it does conc—“
“Please don’t make some joke about Sirius and Remus mating right now, Peter.”
“What?” The simultaneous and yet scarily similar exclamations come from across the table and James curses his big mouth and tendency to get distracted. 
Peter finally does burst out laughing, Sirius is red in the face and looking like he would probably sink into the floor if he could (but also a little… proud?), and Remus looks amused (teasing, poker-faced bastard). James is never asking any of them a question again.
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hewaslovelyy · 2 months
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the marauders in no voldemort/muggle au fics: pete is so sneaky he could probably betray us all if he wanted to hahaha !!
pete: i would NEVER haha but yeah i could HAHAHA !
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schizolabratt · 3 months
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I’ve had this clip saved in my camera roll since last week and I can’t stop replaying it.
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holomars-turtles · 1 year
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The (very funny) reason why the teenage mutant ninja turtles don’t have tails
(clip from The Toys That Made Us on Netflix!)
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itsquiett · 7 months
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I just think that Sirius would LOVE making "are you serious?" "yeah, that's my name" jokes ALL THE TIME. No one could use that phrase without getting a smirk from Sirius. And that's the tea.
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crow-in-snow · 1 year
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Okay, but can we talk about twelve’s absolutely insane laugh here?
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dangerdragoncat · 3 months
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If you know you know.
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demigod-of-the-agni · 6 months
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A DEVIL REBORN
Happy Halloween!!! A detailed ID will be placed under the cut (it's close to being 1K i could literally post this to Ao3)
p1. ड्याम्म (dyamma) - Nepali for "(feeling) full", "hitting something"
p3. Chutiya - Hindi for "idiot", "moron" and other related insults
p5. க்ரீச் (kreech) - Tamil onomatopoeia describing scraping/screeching sounds
[Extended Image ID: DYAMMA! Slamming his hands on a table, Achanba Okram finds himself in the darkness of his laboratory. He is wearing black clothes and a white lab coat on top, and has a bowl cut with rectangular glasses.
His thoughts whirl within boxes that are coloured gold and are outlined with red; they put a voice to the uneasy feelings Okram knows are stirring inside of him. The thought boxes read:
With Pavitr gone, I finally have time to string my thoughts together. Half-drowned answers bleed out of my pores. Coalescing like some great, abysmal creature of unknown origin.
Bracing his hands against the table, Okram is acutely aware of his body, of the gaping holes in his back that bubble with demonic energy. His thoughts narrate, My body quakes when I begin to question, wracked with paranoia. With dread, as if the idea of what I had to face was unbearable.
The holes in back — four of them, spaced evenly from each other — begin to ooze golden liquid, hot like fire and viscous like tar.
And yet, Okram thinks, I felt it all the same: that crawling, scintillating horror of my reality. Of my tainted flesh and blood. My being here is the work of demonic forces.
Golden arms, fluid yet bony, powered by some otherworldly thing, unravel from the void in his back. They flounder and expand around him, filling the lab with a cold glow. The fingers are tipped with talons, and, if he looked hard enough, Okram swears they are edged with blood.
I died years ago, Okram thinks. I lost my humanity to the fire of the devil's madness. Thus, the question remains: what is the future of Achanba Okram, a DEVIL REBORN?
The lights of the lab suddenly brighten, and Okram hears him before he sees him. His arms register the presence of the other person, immediately unraveling and slipping out of reality. Just outside, Pavitr Prabhakar's voice calls, "HEY, DOCTOR OKRAM! Sorry I'm late! Traffic was abysmal today."
Pavitr's entrance catches Okram by surprise, and he stutters out, "PAVITR?! You- ah- you have one of your shifts today?"
His thoughts reprimand him, You CHUTIYA! Pavitr always has his shifts on Tuesdays!
Pavitr is unaware of Okram's turmoil, sauntering into the laboratory while hefting up a white plastic bag. He's wearing a black and white flannel shirt, and he has circular earrings. Pavitr's eyes are trained on the bag in his hand. He answers Okram's question with, "Yeah, I do. I, uh, got a little hungry along the way (I'm always so hungry)." Pavitr whispers the last part as he lifts the bag up. He continues, "so I went and bought some vada pav, and—"
He suddenly pauses, his eyes locking onto Okram. He can't tell what is going beyond Pavitr's eyes, but the other man's analysing gaze unnerves Okram to a degree beyond description.
(In Pavitr's POV: his Spider-Sense was just triggered. Red and gold squiggly lines emanate from and surround his head in a halo.)
Pavitr lowers the bag slightly in concern. "Uhm," Pavitr says "are you okay, Doctor?"
Dread and fear floods Okram's system. Suddenly he is hyperaware of everything in the room, including the golden arm that has sprouted from his back and was lying on the workbench behind him, right in Pavitr's line of sight.
Play dumb! Okram's mind screams at him. Accordingly, Okram replies, a tad too tightly, "Of course I am, Pavitr! Why wouldn't I be?"
KREECH. The golden arm scrapes its taloned fingers across the table, no doubt giving away its location.
Okram chuckles nervously, sweating almost immediately, at which his mind howls, Not that dumb!
Pavitr narrows his eyes at Okram and at the golden arm on the workbench. "Are those...demonic arms?" he asks Okram, a shadow crossing his face.
(In Pavitr's POV: In the back of his mind, Pavitr sees a vague and faded image forming in response to seeing the arms. He remembers Doctor Octopus, the man with two extra sets of arms who had attacked him many years ago; he was one of the first villains Pavitr fought as Spider-Man. But... Doctor Octopus died a long time ago. Perhaps...?)
"Oh, Doctor..."
Pavitr's gaze softens as he asks, "Are you being haunted by demons? Have you been attacked by them? Why didn't you tell me? I'm so sorry this has been happening to you. I can't imagine how stressful this is for you." A moment, and then, "Do you want to talk about?"
Okram hides his face in his hands, quickly responding, "No, I'm alright, Pavitr."
Pavitr walks forward, placing his bag down and reaching down to place a reassuring hand on Okram's shoulder. "But, Doctor, men of your generation have ignored their mental health for too long."
"Yes, I know," Okram sighs.
"It'll be okay, Doctor," Pavitr promises, "we can figure something out!"
"And what?" Okram asks somewhat sarcastically. "You will be here with me 'every step of the way'?"
"One hundred percent!" Pavitr says.
Behind them, one of Okram's demonic arms reaches out to peer at Pavitr and Okram; if an arm could be happy, it certainly was. The arm is seemingly pleased with Pavitr's helpful and understanding nature. /.End ID]
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marvel-lous-guy · 1 year
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Steve: Good morning, everyone. As you all know, physical fitness is an important aspect of our line of work. So, effective immediately, I have implemented a new mandatory exercise program for all avengers and avengers in training
Clint: What? No way! I refuse to be a part of this!
Steve: I'm sorry, Barton, but participation is non-negotiable. We'll be starting with a basic cardio routine to get everyone warmed up
*Nat and Sam start stretching and while Tony and Clint look on in disbelief*
Tony: This is insane. We're superheros, not fitness models
Clint: Yeah, and my exercise routine consists of chasing shooting arrows, not running in circles like a hamster
Steve: Nonsense. You can all benefit from a little physical activity. Now, let's get started
*Clint, Tony and Scott lie down on the floor after 1 lap of a running track*
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loop-deloo · 1 year
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spatula vs soap
don’t know where this came from but damn. set several years later. 
^thought this was going to be sad/grief-related but it was not! enjoy
for prompt “cherish”  @wolfstarmicrofic
read part 1, part 2, part 3 ! (to find out where the note comes from and just how much sirius and remus blushed back then)
Sirius comes back to his present self as Remus calls to him, “Pads, get your arse in here.”
Sirius chuckles and folds the note back up.
“Moony,” James groans, “C’mon, we’re trying to wait till he’s at least five before Harry’s entire vocabulary is vulgar.” 
Sirius keeps the folded note in his hand as he closes the box of cherished notes and trinkets he has unearthed from the depths of his wardrobe.
“Oh piss off, you are no better than me.” Remus starts and then it’s just James and Remus bickering like the old married couple that they aren’t. Peter is cackling behind them, bouncing a grinning Harry on his hip when Sirius walks into the kitchen.
“Look what I found,” He starts. Remus, in front of the stove, looks up from where he was waving a spatula at James and James turns from the sink where his arms were thrown up in the air, water and soap flecking the cupboards around him.
Through his laughter, Peter asks, “What’s that Pads?”
James and Remus are still frozen, Harry giggling at the shenanigans and Sirius smiles, “Just some old notes."
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ljlokijinx · 7 months
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Steve: Spidey, you are BLEEDING from a STAB wound!
Peter: Do I look like I care?
Steve: Not really no..
Peter: Why do you think that is?
Steve:....
Peter: It's because I'm a bad actor bitch.
Steve: I walked right into that one didn't I?
Tony: Yeah, you really did.
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stephgingrichs · 6 months
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doing the coney island mission with pete, mj and harry and it‘s so wholesome and funny.
also watch mj beating my ass in the last second.
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fall-95 · 1 year
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Regulus staring at an unstable tree that is one gust of wind from falling over:
Regulus: When you fall, don’t fall on me.
Regulus: …or Remus.
Remus: *nods head* Fair.
James and Sirius looking aghast:
Sirius: WHAT ABOUT US!!
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undertheredhood · 5 months
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i just want dana harlow and rose wilson to canonically meet at least a couple of times because i know for a a fact that they’d have so much fun embarrassing the hell out of jason
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neppy-34 · 5 months
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Miguel is the type to be sensitive to either very light or very prickly tickles. In the chance that Miguel and peter b spend time together, peter will sling an arm over Miguels broad shoulders and bring his face close to Miguel’s.
The slight prickly feeling of peters stubble would nearly cause Miguel to jump i think, he instinctively leans away slightly and huffs something about peter being so touchy..
On the occasion that they are closer, friends, lovers, what have you. Peter b would delight in cuddling with Miguel, and resting his head on Miguel’s stomach. Knowing full well that peters stubble bothers him. He would purposely move his head just to watch Miguel twitch.
Miguel pouts about it the whole time
If peter is feeling particularly evil he would grab Miguel’s waist and nuzzle his cheek into Miguel’s stomach, chuckling as Miguel bucks his hips and starts laughing in near hysterics
Maybe peter would even throw a few raspberries in the mix, or simply bring up his hands to squeeze at Miguel’s sides. Oddly enough Miguel never seems to ask peter to stop. A scold or reprimand is choked out often but peter knows that Miguel enjoys the attention
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