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literallykenmaandshoyo · 11 months

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What About Me?

Peter Parker x Female Reader!

Warnings: Angst. Reader is upset because Peter is off being busy as Spider-Man and he's stood her up one too many times for her liking

Word Count: 1.6k

Author's Note: Guys this is my first Peter Parker drabble! YAY!~ I absolutely adore Peter and I wrote this one up earlier tonight and figured it'd be good to share! I hope you all love it, I'm so used to writing fluff that sometimes I forget that writing angst is really good too! Let me know if you have any feedback or requests by sending in an ask, and remember to request Mod Shoyo to be specific! Have a great night (Or morning) everyone!

Also, PicsArt doesn't have the same scrabble letter thingies that Kenma and I have been using for our headers so this one is just a major WTF. Sorry if this looks ugly lol :,)

~Mod Shoyo <3

Y/N sat by her bedroom window, overlooking all of Queens from the seventh floor of her apartment building. Night had fallen and the stars were out, all of the buildings nearby had some office lights still on, people were probably still working, even at this ungodly hour.

That’s one thing that they had in common with her boyfriend Peter.

Being a web-slinging superhero was definitely not on Y/N's list of why Peter Parker could be so distant and just vanish all the time. However, when they first officially started dating, Peter took it upon himself to lay out all of his cards for her right then and there. Y/N was more than understanding and he thanked God for her every single day. Y/N knew that she said she’d be okay with the late nights and the canceled plans, that she’d be up waiting for him during late hours of the night just to make sure he came home safe.

But there was only so much she could take.

She stared down at her text messages with Peter. She asked him if he wanted to come and stay over at her apartment tonight since she’d been missing him a little extra these past couple days. Not only has Tony been working him to the bone, but the crime percentages in Queens seem to have only elevated since Peter would be out all night stopping robberies, saving people from getting mugged or kidnapped, the whole shebang.

I’ll swing over in 10 love <3 11:45 p.m

Y/N looked at the top of her screen and saw that it was 1:57 in the morning. She knew that she got herself into this and she told herself that every time that he was late or had to cancel on her. It wasn’t his fault. Peter was just doing his job, what he signed up to do, so she couldn’t be mad at him. But who could she get mad at?

She looked like a lovesick puppy, just waiting at her window to see the red and blue suit that her boyfriend wore to come swinging over to her building. Tears were streaming down her face and she was making herself more upset by crying over something like this. She grabbed her phone off the windowsill and turned it off, chucking it into a random corner of her room and lying in her bed. She got under her throw blanket on top of her covers and threw it over her head. Her sniffles and soft sobs weren’t loud enough to wake anyone, but a small part of her wished that Peter would walk in and hear how devastated she was.

Being Peter’s girlfriend was a blessing. It was something like a mantra that she told herself every single morning when she woke up. She wanted to be the one he came home to, the one that would make all of his cuts and bruises better after she cleaned him up, she wanted to be the last woman he would ever love in his life. She wanted to be his. Forever. But being in a relationship didn’t always mean that Peter was the one she fussed over all the time. She was entitled to her own feelings and how she felt, and right now, she was sick and tired of waiting up for Peter.

As if right on cue, her bedroom window slid open and in crawled Peter. He was panting, short of breath as soon as he ripped his mask off his face. “I’m so sorry love, there was this guy in an alleyway that wouldn’t leave this group of middle schoolers alone and he-”

Peter stopped dead in his tracks as he looked at Y/N's shaking figure under her throw blanket. He raised an eyebrow and walked over to the bed, his ears picking up on the sounds of her soft sniffles and hiccups. He pulled the blanket off her head and saw her laying in the fetal position. Her hair was covering the side of her face and he couldn’t really see her expression, but he knew that she was upset. Obviously.

“Baby,...” Peter pushed her hair behind her ear and could see her puffy eyes and red nose. “Hey, hey, what’s the matter?”

Y/N sat up in bed and fixed her crazy hair, sniffling and wiping tears off of her cheeks with the sleeves of her shirt. She sputtered and tried to speak, but she didn’t even know what to tell him. Part of her wanted to be straight up and just tell him that this is the seventh time she’s been kept up waiting on him, but the other part of her knew it wasn’t his fault and that she was just upset because he’s been so busy. Just because she was always available for him, doesn’t mean that Peter was always at her dispense too, especially with what he does with his time.

“I…”

Peter waited for her to explain, but she just looked down at her lap and started to cry again. He felt awful and he was so clueless. He thought back to the last time she cried and remembered that she had lost a grandfather recently that she was close to. Maybe it was that. He grabbed her hand and held it in his tightly.

“Is this about your grandpa again, love?”

Y/N shook her head and pulled her hand away from his. Now Peter was really confused. He racked his brain trying to figure out what else it could be, but every single option he came up with just came to a dead end. Y/N couldn’t help but notice how hard he was trying to think, and she found it ironic. He was so intelligent, the smartest guy she’s ever known. Yet he’s so oblivious when it comes to the small things, she always thought that maybe his brain was so big, that the most simple of questions really took a couple of seconds for him to think about.

“I’m just tired, Peter.” She finally croaked.

Peter’s heart fell into his chest. His gaze met hers instantly and he felt his heart pounding in his chest. He always thought about how Y/N never deserved to be with someone like him, not when he has the whole Spider-Man thing going for him. It’s unfair to her. And he always felt like one day she’d get tired of it all, but he was praying to God out of his own selfishness, that today was not that day.

“This…” She hiccuped. “This is the seventh time that I’ve stayed up past what we agreed to see each other at just to see if maybe you needed a little more time to come home.”

Now Peter understood.

“You said you’d only be ten minutes at 11:45 and it's two in the morning now, Peter.” Peter looked down at her hands and noticed that they were trembling. “It’s been so hard for me these past couple times to just tell myself this is what I signed up for. But I miss you so much while you’re gone.”

She broke down in tears again, sobbing into her hands. Her sobs and her hiccups were muffled, but that only made them louder in Peter’s head. She was right, in every way imaginable. He hadn’t been much of a boyfriend recently, only texting her about how much he loved and missed her, sending her a quick selfie while he was mid-swing from one crime to the next. He couldn’t even imagine how lonely she must feel within those gaps of time that he wasn’t messaging her.

“Baby, I- I’m so sorry,” Peter cooed. “I know that I’ve been really busy recently, and I-I can’t even think about how lonely you must feel every single time I do this,”

Y/N looked up from her hands and wiped the snot that was running down her nose. She could barely keep her puffy eyes open enough to look at him.

“Don’t ever tell yourself that this is what you signed up for ever again.” Peter scolded. “I asked you to be my girlfriend because I knew in my heart that I was ready to be your boyfriend. And I still believe that. I haven’t been giving you the attention that you deserve and that’s completely on me. Okay?”

Y/N stayed quiet, staring at him with her bloodshot eyes and a quivering lip. The scary part was over. She was never good with calling people out and telling them how what they’re doing affects her. She’d rather just forgive them and never have to talk about it again. But then, when it happens again, she just puts herself through an endless cycle.

“I just miss you…” Y/N sobbed, wrapping her arms around Peter.

She dug her nose into the crook of his neck, bringing her hands up to the back of his head to feel his hair in between her fingers. When Peter hugged her back, her entire body relaxed and she just let him hold her while she cried into his suit. Peter was rubbing her back comfortingly, whispering sweet things into her ears in between pressing kisses to the top of her head and her temples.

“I’ll do better for you, baby. I promise, okay?”

Y/N nodded.

Peter felt himself getting choked up the entire time Y/N was crying in front of him. The lump in the back of his throat was almost unbearable to push his spit past whenever he swallowed. He held Y/N in his arms for a while longer before finally taking his suit off and changing into some pajamas. He crawled into bed with Y/N and held her once more, the sound of her heart beat finally calming down bringing a soft smile to his face. He kissed the top of her head once more and closed his eyes.

That night, he made a promise to himself.

A promise that she was never going to feel like this ever again.

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angel-of-the-moons · 7 months

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Fun Before (Diaper) Duty

Peter B Parker x Wife!Reader

TW/CW: NSFW, Smut, Sex, grinding, dry humping, pegging, sex toys, PiV sex, unprotected sex, creampie, talks of pregnancy, trying for a baby, cumming inside with the intent to make said baby, Peter being a whining mess , Dom(?)!Reader, Sub!Peter, (sort of?) no refractory period, drain this mans dryyyy

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: This is an AU of sorts where MJ doesn't exist and the Reader is Peter's Wife. Takes places after the first movie (Obvi). It's just a thing that's been bouncing around in my head and I need to get the brainworm out!!!

(And as usual header does not indicate reader's race)

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It had been some time since you guys ran into your... "problems."

It had been some time since he came home after apparently interacting with someone who changed his mind on what you talked about.

Kids.

Babies.

Having them.

He explained in great detail what happened, how Miles in particular had just... changed him. Woke him up inside, made his inner Papa Bear come out.

It made him realize he did want kids.

And if realizing he actually did want kids was something, Peter B Parker really enjoyed the task of making said kids.

The two of you indulged in it as often as possible, twining together in bed, or on the couch, in the shower, in the kitchen... Once when you met him on a rooftop to bring him some dinner when you were in the area.

Yeah, Peter wasn't much of the "public sex" type, the poor guy. The moment he came inside you he was a blubbering--still hard--mess and he web-slung you two home to make love to you properly. I.e he basically let you pin him to the couch and ride him until he couldn't feel his legs.

Even that Spider-Man stamina had its limits.

More often than not he was out most nights doing his Spider-Man routine, fighting crime, saving people... Even picking up an extra part-time job for some extra cash.

"Y'know, babies are expensive!" Peter had laughed with you over some crappy Chinese takeout.

"I know, but honey..." You sighed, finishing off your noodles nd dropping the chopsticks in the paper container.

"My job pays well, and I even negotiated with my boss so I can work from home from now on. I'll only need to go into the office for meetings or something important, so taking care of a baby is no problem. Our bills are covered, and... You got your hero gig. I don't want you to overwork yourself, Peter."

"Babe." Peter smiled at you sweetly. That same, charmingly goofy smile as he turned to face you on the couch.

"I just wanna make sure we have all our bases covered. I love you, and I wanna make sure our baby has everything they're gonna need."

"C'mon, Tiger." You smiled sweetly at him. "You already work your ass off being a superhero. And we're trying to have a baby, and once that baby is here we're both going to have our hands full."

He brought your knuckles to his lips to give them a kiss. "Which is exactly why I want the extra cash. I want to make sure you two have everything you deserve."

You smile and lean in, brushing your nose against his affectionately.

"I already got you, dummy."

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Two more months passed.

Two more months.

Months of you not getting pregnant yet. Neither of you knew what the problem was, you planned meticulously, tracked your ovulation and menstrual cycles... Hell, you even drank some kind of herbal tea that was supposed to boost fertility. But... No dice.

Your doctor told you it wasn't uncommon, that some people just don't get pregnant on the first few tries.

The difference was that you and Peter tried more than "the first few tries".

It was frustrating, but you held out hope.

You two would be parents. You would.

Peter had even told you he was hoping for a little girl.

He was going to name her Mayday.

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Tonight, you had just gotten out of the shower after getting back from the gym. You were sweaty and gross and ugh, you really needed it after staring at spreadsheets all day.

Your hair was a dripping mess, but you decided to let it air dry.

You put on one of Peter's button up shirts and at the last second, decided to wear the laciest panties you owned and couldn't help but grin.

It would be a nice surprise for Peter when he got home.

After all, what husband wouldn't wanna come home to their wife wearing nothing but one of their shirts and a pair of lacy panties?

And bingo! You were right.

You had your back to him as you downed your glass of juice when he came through the door.

"Hey, Babycakes!" Peter whistled as he locked the door behind him again. "I brought some--"

You heard whatever bags he had in his hands drop, along with his keys.

"....Well." He said, clearing his throat as you turned around, smiling at him slyly.

"Well?" You purr, leaning on the wall.

"I feel a tad overdressed." He mumbled, a blush on his cheeks as he looked down at himself.

"Peter B Parker, is that a blush I see in your cheeks?" You giggle.

"I, uh, uhm--" Peter coughed awkwardly; you could see his Adams apple bob in effort as he swallowed an imaginary lump. Then, he held the bag up.

"Got dinner from the Greek restaurant down the street?"

You smile and shake your head, taking the bag from him as you walk to the couch, opening the plastic containers to see what dinner your wonderful husband brought home for the two of you.

You decide to give Peter mercy, for now, as his shoulders sag and he pulls off his trenchcoat, hanging it on the peg, revealing the Spider-Man suit along with the sweatpants he was wearing.

His choice in hero outfits lately had you endeared to him even more, with his quirky nature.

"Uh, I'm... I'm gonna change, m'kay?" He says, a lopsided smirk on his face, cheeks still just a bit pink.

"Mhmmm." You wink at him as he walks by.

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You finished chowing down on your gyro with a happy hum, wiggling in place as the two of you watch whatever dumb cop show happened to be on.

You snuggled under Peter's arm as he licked his fingers clean of the remnants of his food and rubbed his cheek on the top of your head.

"How was patrol tonight?" You asked him softly.

"Oh, boring, actually. Like, a few purse snatchers but thankfully nothing where anyone got hurt." Peter told you.

"Well that's good, maybe supervillains are deciding to take a vacation for a bit?" You muse playfully.

"Oh, god, that would be amazing." Peter groaned, dropping his head back on the cushions of the couch.

"They go to the annual Villains' Club and are like "You know what? Let's all take a trip to Fiji! Give Spider-Man a break!"

You giggle and kiss his jaw, the stubble of his shadow tickling your lips.

"Yes, I concur." You sigh. "That would be amazing."

There's a pregnant pause in the air before you broke it.

"Though, given that we're trying to have a baby... Id prefer it if all your patrols ended this way. With you safe."

"I know, babe." Peter replies quietly.

"I promise I'll be careful."

You smiles and turned your head into his neck, breathing in every scent that is Peter.

You could feel his body tense when you did that,, see that Adams apple bobbing again as he kept his eyes focused directly on the tv, trying to ignore how your fingers slowly crept up under his tank top slowly; nails tickling the soft skin of his abdomen.

You slipped your fingers down, just barely past the waistband of his pj's and his breath stutters.

He wasn't wearing boxers. Perfect. Makes it that much easier.

"Babe--" Peter said, his voice coming out shaky.

"Hmm?" You asked innocently, ever so slowly slipping your hands down further, gliding through the well-trimmed hairs and stopping just above his rapidly hardening dick.

"You--" He groaned, dropping his head back and closing his eyes.

"Me.... What?" You sigh, wrapping your fingers around his cock, feeling the half-hard mass of silky flesh twitch and come to life in your hand

You gave a languid stroke upwards, and back down.

Up, and down.

Up, and down... Working him up to full mast as his breathing increased and a small whimper came from his lips.

"Hey, Pete." You grinned, licking over the thumping pulse in his neck.

"Y-yeah?" He whined.

"Wanna see something you're gonna like?" You asked him, your tone breathy.

"Yes. God, yes--" He gasped, as your thumb swirled over the weeping tip of his dick.

You squeeze his cock again as he says that, just barely above painful.

"Peter..." You scold. "What do you say?"

"Yes, ma'am." He whimpered out quickly, his hands gripping the cushions, knuckles turning white as he grits his teeth.

"That's a good Tiger." You purr, pulling your hand from his pants and swinging yourself over so you were straddling his thighs.

"Eyes open, baby." You cooed, urging him to tip his head so he could stare at you, a little slack-jawed as you slowly undo the buttons of the shirt you wore.

God, that pitiful look he'd get on his face when he was horny always got you going.

When you slipped the last buttons out, you pulled the edges of the shirt open, showing your tits off to him with a smirk.

His gorgeous eyes of course locked in on your breasts first, your pebbling nipples eagerly awaiting touch; but his gaze slipped lower, raking all the way down your body until he saw the underwear you were wearing.

It left very, very little to the imagination. And it did a very, very poor job of concealing how wet you were getting; your slick already seeping through and leaving a dark spot on the dark gray pj's he wore.

You watched his hands twitch and arms move; and instantly you frowned.

"Peter." You say, reaching out and gripping his face with your hand, squishing his cheeks.

"Did I say you could touch me?"

He made a soft noise and dropped his arms.

"No. Keep em up." You order, dragging the tank top he wore slowly up his torso.

He obediently lifted his arms up so you could pull the offending piece of clothing off; and you smiled with satisfaction.

"Good boy." You told him, leaning forward to kiss his lips.

The touch was soft, feather light with the ghost of a promise, one that his mouth chased as you pulled away from him.

He made a weak groan, and you giggle.

"Keep your hands on the back of the couch, you're not allowed to move em until I say so. Got it, baby?"

Peter nodded, doing as he was told and he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth and nodding.

"Peter..."

"Yes ma'am." He whispered out.

You smile at him again as your hands greedily paw at him, sliding down his chest and to his belly, softening and round.

"Babe..." Peter groaned, looking off to the side in embarrassment.

It was no secret between you two that he was self conscious of the pooch in his belly, about the softness there. It was why he decided to wear pants over his suit; he didn't like it being on display for everyone.

"Hush," You said to him, gripping softly at his belly, kneading the skin underneath your soft fingers.

"You're adorable. I love your belly. And think of it this way, you've already got a dad bod." You leaned in just a bit, enough to take one of his nipples into your mouth and tugging on it with your teeth.

The sound he made went into your ears and straight to your cunt.

"..And you look good with a dad bod." You assured him with every ounce of love and acceptance you could vocalize.

He shuddered and let out a shaky breath, his eyes fluttering closed as he let you toy with him.

"Now, let's have a bit of fun, okay?" You sighed, positioning yourself so that the bulge in his pants could press tightly against the sopping fabric of your panties, your throbbing clit pressing hard into it.

You were polite and gave Peter a second to breathe, checking to see if his hands were still where you told him to keep them.

They were, and Peter had his head leaned back so you could see the jumping vein in his neck.

You bit your lip and slowly started to grind on him, letting out a soft groan at the friction, each drag of your hips against his throbbing cock smearing your juices along his clothes length, a dark patch starting to form.

God, he looked so utterly fucked already that your mind felt dizzy with how delicious he was sounding.

Soft whimpers and gasps came from Peter as he lifted his hips to meet yours.

You were tempted to scold him, but then again, he was being a good boy.

You plant your hands on his chest, keeping him pressed into the cushions as you continued to hump against his twitching cock, the signs of his precum already soaking through the fabric to join the wet spot of your own slick.

The way he was being so fucking good for you, the sounds he was making, and the little licks of flames that jolted up with each stroke already had you close to wanting to cum. But you held off, instead doubling down, sliding your hips on his even faster than before, mewling softly as he desperately ruts up into you, his jaw clenched so tight you were worried he would crack the bone.

"You're being so good, Tiger." You purr, licking up from his collarbone, to the soft spot on his neck.

You bit down and sucked hard, scratching your nails down his chest as you kept grinding your soaking pussy against him.

You did that four more times, leaving beautiful red-purple marks on his neck.

You feel his hips start to stutter against yours, a deep, heavy groan tearing through his throat.

"You gonna cum for me, baby?" You moan softly.

"Y-yeah." He whined.

"Mmm~" You pull away from him, and he makes a frustrated cry, before going silent as he watched you pull his pants down just enough to free his cock.

His jaw slacks as he watched you pull your panties to the side, and slowly spear yourself on him.

You were so wet and fucking tight, he almost came right there.

You press a finger to his lips as he moaned your name.

"You can cum, but only after me. Got it?"

"Yes ma'am..." He whines.

"Good. Good." You smiled, tapping his lips with your fingers.

"Open."

Peter stares at you, his eyes glazed and pupils dilated as his lips parted, letting you slip your digits in so he could lick around them, sucking them softly and wetting them with his saliva.

You pull them free with a wet pop and bring them down to your clit, using the mix of his spit and your slick to rub the sensitive bundle of nerves.

The way his cock twitched inside of you, the way he struggled so hard to keep still while you used your hand to pleasure yourself while his cock was seated fully into you... God, it was bliss.

"Ah... O-Okay, Tiger." You panted. "Y-you can move. Fuck..."

Peter didn't need another word from you; he began snapping his hips up into yours with a whimper, chasing the orgasm that was a hairs breadth away.

And all at once it was like the world came crashing down. Your orgasm ripped through you and you gushed on Peter's cock, your fingers still working at your clit while he fucked into you, a shaky moan coming from him as he emptied himself into you, snapping his hips up into yours almost mindlessly as the both of you rode out your release.

When the two of you stopped moving, you slowly leaned forward, resting your head on his shoulder, breathing heavily as you tried to control your leaping heart rate.

You felt Peter slip his arms around you and tug you close, and a smirk played on your lips.

"Did I say you could touch me?" You tease.

"No ma'am." Peter grinned.

"Eh, I'll let it slide. This time." You giggle, leaning back to look at him.

God that smile on his face always made your heart flop.

And of course... Another idea came into your mind, biting your lip as you felt his dick twitching inside you.

"Hey, Pete..." You hummed, tracing invisible lines on his chest.

"Yeah?" He asked you.

"Wanna take this to the bedroom? I wanna play a bit more."

Peter looked like he swallowed his tongue right there on the couch.

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Fuck, you loved it when you did this.

You loved the sounds he made, how he'd grip at the sheets and how he'd rock his hips back to meet the thrusts of yours, spearing himself open on the ridged silicone cock you were fucking him with.

"Good boy." You murmured, gripping his ass tight and spreading his cheeks as you glide the toy in and out, in and out.

He wasn't allowed to jerk himself off as you fucked him; that was always the rule.

"You're being quiet again, baby." You cooed, kneading his cheeks with your fingers.

He let out a groan, but it wasn't enough for you.

You wanted more.

And you were going to take more.

You pulled out, almost entirely, watching the rim of muscles clench and try to drag your strap back in.

You hold like that for a minute before Peter makes a needy whine; and the moment he does you slam your hips as hard as you can into him, rocking him forward and making him moan like a whore.

You decided to keep that pace, arching your hips up to reach every spot you memorized inside of him, leaning forward and pressing your palm into the curve of his spine, forcing him down into the bed.

"Thaaaaat's it... that's it." You hissed, biting your lip.

"Gonna cum already?" You teased playfully.

"Y-yes--" He breathed.

You pulled away a bit and bring your hand down on him, slapping his ass, the sound of skin resounding through your bedroom.

"Ah-ah. What do you say?" You say, your tone full of disappointment.

"Yes, ma'am!" He whined loudly, arching back into you as you roughly fucked into him.

"Good boy..." You repeated.

You slid your hand up his spine slowly, earning a pathetic gasp and whimper from him, watching as he ripped at the sheets so hard that the edges came off the corners of your bed; hot ropes of white cum shooting out and staining the silky black sheets as you fucked him.

You pulled out, and unbuckled the harness from around your hips and thighs, tossing the strap-on onto the floor.

Eh, you'd deal with it when you were done.

You laid on your side next to him, smiling sweetly.

"You good, baby?" You asked him softly.

"Agh... Yeah. Shit." Peter mumbled into the pillow.

You grinned and kissed his knuckles as he released his grip on your sheets.

He lifted his gaze and kissed you before you had a chance to react, his tongue pressing into your mouth and tugging at yours, hungry and needy.

He pulled away, a string of saliva connecting your mouths and a glint in his eye.

"Babe, can I..."

"Of course, Tiger." You grinned as he climbed on top of you, gliding his cock through your slick folds.

"We are trying to make a baby, remember? And besides... My legs are tired. You take the lead."

Peter grinned down at you.

"Yes ma'am."

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slashingdisneypasta · 1 year

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Villains through the Rainbow

I cant believe I did this for fun. This was painful XD 😅 So be free to use them as wallpapers or headers or whatever ^^

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Below the cut are all the characters and movies and shows ^^

Red: Gaston (Beauty and The Beast, 1991), Pearl (Pearl, 2022), Professor Ratigan (The Great Mouse Detective, 1986), Captain Hook (Peter Pan, 2003), Lord Shen (Kung Fu Panda 2, 2011), The Djinn (Wishmaster, 1999), Jafar (Aladdin, 1992), Otis B Driftwood (House of 1000 Corpses, 2003), Death (Puss N Boots; The Last Wish, 2022), Chucky / Charles Lee Ray (Seed of Chucky, 2004), Scar (The Lion King, 1994), and Erik Destler (The Phantom of the Opera, 1989).

Yellow: Percival C McLeach (The Rescuers Down Under, 1990), Mayor George W. Buckman (2001 Maniacs, 2005), Clayton (Tarzan, 1999), Sheriff Hoyt / Charlie Hewitt Jr (The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, 2003 + The Texas Chainsaw Massacre; The Beginning, 2006), Bill Cipher (Gravity Falls, 2012), Baby Firefly (House of 1000 Corpses, 2003), Cruella De Vil (101 Dalmations, 1961), Human!Chucky / Charles Lee Ray (Childs Play, 1988), Commander Lyle Rourke (Atlantis; The Lost Empire, 2001), Kahmunrah (Night At The Museum; Battle of the Smithsonian, 2009), Hopper (A Bugs Life, 1998), and Gilderoy Lockheart (Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, 2002).

Green: Maleficent (Sleeping Beauty, 1959), The Riddler (Fox Gotham, 2014), Scar (The Lion King, 1994), Leslie Vernon (Behind The Mask; Rise of Leslie Vernon, 2006), Chick Hicks (Cars, 2006), Freddy Krueger (Freddy Vs Jason, 2003), General Kai (Kung Fu Panda 3, 2016), Beetlejuice (Beetlejuice, 1988), Marvin the Martian (Space Jam, 1996), Oogie Boogie (A Nightmare Before Christmas, 1993), Greasy Weasel (Who Framed Roger Rabbit, 1988), and Lady Tremaine (Cinderella, 2015).

Blue: Wheezy Weasel (Who Framed Roger Rabbit, 1988), Michael Myers (Halloween, 1978), Hades (Hercules, 1997), Maleficent (Once Upon A Time, 2011), Prince John (Robin Hood, 1973), Pamela Voorhees (Friday the 13th, 1980), Tai Lung (Kung Fu Panda, 2008), Stuart Lloyd (The Last Showing, 2014), Prince Hans of the Southern Isles (Frozen, 2013), Hades (Once Upon A Time, 2011), Shan Yu (Mulan, 1998), and Bo Sinclair (House of Wax, 2005).

Purple: Eris (Sinbad; Legend of the Seven Seas, 2003), Carrie White (Carrie, 1978), Jafar (Aladdin, 1992), Chop Top Sawyer (The Texas Chainsaw Massacre II, 1986), Evil Queen Grimhilde (Snow White and the 7 Dwarfs, 1937), Tiffany Valentine (Bride of Chucky, 1998), Dr Facilier (The Princess and the Frog, 2009), Jervis Tetch (Fox Gotham, 2014), Ursula (The Little Mermaid, 1989), Regina Mills (Once Upon A Time, 2011), Long John Silver (Treasure Planet, 2002), and Jennifer Check (Jennifer's Body, 2009).

#Collage #Edits #Disney Villains #Disney Villains Collage #Horror Villains Collage #Villains Collage

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allamericansbitch · 8 months

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Hi everyone! Here’s the newest addition to my Creator Shoutout Series (august 20 - august 27)! I want to appreciate editors and their creations that i love from the past week. To track this series or look at previous shoutouts, please check out the tag on my blog*creatorshoutouts. Have a great week everyone!

stranger things: nancy wheeler gifset by @userspree

sabrina carpenter icons by @aashna

ethel cain: preacher's daughter gifset by @usercannibal

stranger things: robin buckley gifset by @mxyfieldz

gracie abrams: blue lyrics gifset by @gracieabrarns

taylor swift: reputation as a comic book gifset by @cametotheshowinsd

stranger things: nancy wheeler gifset by @djo

the killers: imploding the mirage gifset by @pressure-machine

stranger things: max mayfield gifset by @padme-amidala

yellowjackets gifset by @userdanewhitman

stranger things: robin buckley gifset by @ayoedebiris

10 things i hate about you: kat stratford gifset by @stydixa

stranger things: nancy wheeler gifset by @barbie-movie

succession: shiv and tom gifset by @janinegregory

stranger things: nancy wheeler gifset by @ordinarybarbie

taylor swift: ivy edit by @micasa

stranger things: max mayfield gifset by @crowley-anthony

succession: dundee gifset by @stewy

stranger things: favorite dynamics gifset by @hopemikelson

taylor swift: lover anniversary gifset by @antoniosvivaldi

heartstopper: imogen heaney gifset by @ethelcainn

the last of us gifset by @kallypsos

heartstopper: darcy olsson gifset by @thatwasthenightthingschanged

taylor swift: lover anniversary gifset by @breakbleheavens

maisie peters: you signed up for this graphic by @imkindatheman

pride & prejudice: text posts gifset by @barbiexken

the bear: djo gifset by @userparamore

only murders in the building: mabel mora gifset by @trueloveistreacherous

gracie abrams: good riddance tour header edit by @ishouldhateyou

stranger things: max and nancy gifset by @uservalerian

the sex lives of college girls: leighton and kimberly gifset by @forbescaroline

selena gomez: single soon gifset by @melodramas

taylor swift: lover anniversary gifset by @nicholas-nelsons

stranger things: robins tinder profile gifset by @barbie-movie

selena gomez: single soon gifset by @chriswevans

yellowjackets: shauna and jackie gifset by @taiturner

olivia rodrigo: guts album/merch design concept by @tllyourfriends

heartstopper: elle argent gifset by @kitconnor

barbie (2023) gifset by @the-maidofmischief

maisie peters: there it goes graphic by @goodriddancedeluxe

boygenius: we're in love graphic by @stood-onthecliffside

#*creatorshoutouts #tw flashing

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sunshine304 · 5 months

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FTH Fanbinding: "Frisky Business" by WaterMe

Can you believe it, I’m finally posting the first book of my three fanbindings for the Fandom Trumps Hate Crafts Bazaar! Will wonders ever cease!

This fic was requested by the raffle winner @phenomenalasterisk after @waterme-stories agreed to their fic being bound. It’s an MCU fic with that includes Peter Parker being turned into a cat and an eventual Peter/Clint pairing. I read it and it was really funny!

Of the three FTH books, this was the first typesetting I finished. Mostly because it was very straight forward in structure (almost no “special formatting” like text messages, articles etc.) and also included great graphics by the author that were perfect for chapter headers, spacers etc. It made the typesetting overall quite easy, even though I always need a while to finish that stuff.

I did the title page based on the author’s title design (that wasn’t vertical so I couldn’t use it), but other than that I basically just kept their graphics.

I tried something new for the endpapers: I foiled them. I hoped that it would look nice and had to put a lot of craft paper through the laminator until I found the combination that worked.

I wanted to keep with the Hawkeye/Spider-Man theme and so chose graphics of Clint and a nice spiderweb/spider combination. I also kept to their colour schemes.

Clint turned out very well; that lilac is such a lovely colour. The red for the web also worked fine overall, but the blue for the spider didn’t connect well at all, even though it’s the same brand than the other two colours. :/ I coloured it in with acrylics which tends to rub off again, so I scrubbed over it with some tissues until I was satisfied. XD

There are some unfortunate creases in the endpapers, but those came from the laminator, it tends to wrinkle the paper a bit at times. But it’s not too bad.

The case design gave me more of a pause and I dithered around a lot.

The foil is actually supposed to be holographic, and depending on the light, you can see it. But it’s very very faint and mostly looks silver, which I think works well with the rest, at least, even though I would’ve liked for the holographic effect to be more obvious.

Overall, I’m really pleased with how this book turned out. Thank you again to @phenomenalasterisk for participating in FTH this year and trusting me with this.

Materials used:

Printed on Clairefontaine DCP 100g (long grain) Case + endpapers: - booklinen Brillianta - Efalin paper - craft paper 120g (endpapers) - hot foil (on brand)

Here's the link to the fic, added belatedly because it slipped my mind after all the typing...

#fanbinding #my fanbinding #fth #fandom trumps hate #fth crafts bazaar #bookbinding #arts and crafts #mcu #books #my posts

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whiskeyswriting · 11 months

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Peter's Way Home | Chapter 1: Peter's Ladybug

{ Masterlist }

A/N: Image header by me using Canva; divider by @silkholland

It had been the hardest three months after losing your mom and now today is the first day back at Midtown Science High School. While it wasn’t the first day of school, that’s what it felt like to you.

It had been an accident they said. The fire couldn’t be contained in the restaurant's kitchen. She died saving her coworkers. She was a hero. Yet, it didn’t feel like an accident when it felt more like negligence on her job’s part. Had the fire extinguishers been properly maintained or the windows not been painted shut, you would still have your mother.

The sound of a skateboard along the sidewalk drew you out of your thoughts. “Hey, ladybug!” Your best friend calls out to you.

“Hi Peter,” you say softly, needing to get used to using your voice again.

“Are you sure you’re ready to come back to school and deal with the idiots?” He teases.

“Someone has to keep them in line right?” You bump your shoulder with his. “So tell me everything that I’ve missed.”

You smile as Peter starts on his rambling catching you up on everything that had been going on at school.

The morning at school had gone by quicker than you anticipated. Your teachers had already been reminded that you had been homeschooling while you were in your months of grief.

It wasn’t easy. There was no point in lying about it. There were days when you would do your schooling at your dad’s fire station. On other days, you stayed with Peter’s Aunt May and Uncle Ben. They had always been great neighbors since you moved into the neighborhood but in the last few years, they became your second family.

During lunch, you head to the courtyard and you spot Peter and make your way to him. Before you can reach him, you hear him telling Flash to put another kid down. Next thing you know, Flash is beating Peter up.

“Eugene!” You yell out at the same time as Gwen approaches him. “I’ll walk with Flash. You check on Peter,” you tell Gwen, knowing of Peter’s crush on her.

You had once hoped he would crush on you but his happiness mattered more to you, so you would help him win the girl of his dreams.

“Flash! What the hell was that for?” You ask him harshly. “You promised me you would leave Peter alone.”

He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you in close for a hug. “I’m sorry. Welcome back to school. I should have given my best girl a hug before now.”

You return the hug. “Thank you, Flash! But I won't tutor you again if I see or hear you making fun of Peter... No matter what.”

You didn’t notice that, as you talked with Flash, Peter spotted you and felt annoyed that you two were hugging. He knew he had no right. You were entitled to your own friends. But did Flash have to be one of them?

It was surprising to anyone to hear that Flash Thompson and you were friends. You were considered one of the nerds. Flash was the jock everyone loved. Well, mostly everyone. Your friendship with Flash blossomed from your days studying at the firehouse. His father and older brother were firefighters, so he would often visit and sit with you as you tutored him.

“Since you’re my best girl, it’s only fair that I take you as my date to homecoming,” he says smiling charmingly at you.

“That would be fun,” you reply. “Come on, let’s get to class and we can talk more later about homecoming.”

“Actually,” he shuffles his feet nervously. “I was hoping you’d say yes to being my girlfriend. I’ve got a crush on you and well we’re a good team.”

You weren’t blind. Flash was handsome. You both got along pretty well. You both actually had things in common. Though it’s not the guy you would have hoped for, you nodded yes.

“Woooo! She said she’ll be my girlfriend,” Flash yells with a laugh.

When you’re in class, you can hear Gwen asking Peter if he knew his name. You try not to giggle when you sense him getting flustered at talking with her.

After school, you and Gwen discuss what topics to go over at the next debate team meeting. The subject then changes to boys.

“So I heard Flash asked you out,” Gwen says with a teasing smile.

“Did the whole school find out?” You reply laughing.

“Oh Flash was telling everybody that would listen that he got his dream girl.”

“Dream girl?” You scoff in disbelief.

“That’s what he was saying to the basketball team in gym,” she continued teasing.

You groan and hide your face. Never had Flash shown any such interest in you so it left you confused as to why he would say you were his dream girl. It’s not that you weren’t pretty, but you knew the more popular girls in school would typically be the Dream Girl for someone like Flash.

Of course, hearing those words boosted your self-esteem a bit. It took you a few more minutes to refocus on the debate team.

Once done with debate, you waited for Peter to finish his photographs so you could walk home together.

“Ladybug!” He came and hug attacked you, wincing when his sides brushed up against your backpack.

“Peter, when will you stop calling me that?”

“Mmmm… Let me think about it… Never.”

“What about when you get married? And then I get married? And we’re both old…? You’ll still call me ladybug?”

He turns to you and grabs your shoulders. “We’ll be ghosts and I’ll still call you ladybug… Besides, it’s how I keep your mom’s memory alive.”

You stop walking for a moment. “What?”

“Your mom. The day you moved into the neighborhood… you were wearing a ladybug dress and so was your mom. She was calling you her little ladybug.”

“I never knew you knew.”

Arriving home, you find your dad had the night off today. “Hey! So I decided we could have pizza and wings. I also got your mom’s favorite movies so we can make fun of her taste,” he teases but the pain could still be heard.

You rush to hug him. “Sounds like the best night we’ve had in a while… So, uhm guess who asked me out?”

“Peter finally asked you out?”

Your eyes widen. “No. Why would you think it was Peter?”

“Because you two are always together and inseparable. I know one day you’ll end up together.”

“Sorry to burst that bubble, Dad. But it was Flash that asked me out… Both for homecoming and as his girlfriend.”

Your dad sighs deeply and pouts. “I don’t want you growing up. But know I’ll help you with anything for the dance… You know you have May to help too… I have some of your mom’s jewelry that you can use.”

“I love you, Dad.”

As you’re getting ready for bed after the movie, there’s a knock on your window. “I’m decent Peter. You can come in.”

He smiles at your fuzzy socks and the fact that you’re wearing your mom’s cheerleading sweater as your pajama top. “Do you still have her perfume to spray on the sweater?”

“Yeah. I sometimes wear it to feel her close again.”

“Tell me more about her,” he says as he lays on your bed. He knows you have been having a hard time sleeping after your mom’s death so he’s kept his promise of being there with you at night to help you sleep.

Only that today would be the last night for a while he would be there for you. Eventually, another entity would take over your thoughts at night.

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bringmefoxgloves · 8 months

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i want to get more into saw/saw blogs b4 X comes out - what r some of ur fave saw blogs

Hi! You caught me at a good time (one where I have energy) so let's see if I can pump this out. I am in no way an authority on the entire Saw fandom so I will only be talking about my little corner of the internet. Please forgive me, my beloved followers, mutuals, and other owners of posts I have loved in this very small fandom-because I may forget some of you. The brain fog sometimes gets the best of me and if I did a full complete list, it would be.... It would be so long. This is in no way in order of best or worst, and sometimes I just have no words for why I love a person's blog.

@turnipoddity - Oh, what an artist! Every single post I see, love it. So excited to see an artist acquiring the Saw brainrot.

@bloodcoveredgf - Luna! Also just all around funny & good posts in addition to the Saw insanities.

@dracofelin - Jay has such good writing, and will make you love the ship of Mark Hoffman/Peter Strahm (coffinshipping).

@thefoulbeast - Simply put, Will's art makes me want to bite my own arm off. If you're interested in the video game Pathologic, his blog is worth a follow for that too.

@bathroomtrapped - I sometimes get the honor of previewing Larry's art mid-construction (because with all those colors and layers, it looks like building a house) and even half finished, it blows my socks off <3

@sawtrapz - Kaz, oh Kaz (!!!), Kaz gets my brain clicking about some of the rarepairs of this fandom and I will always spin your boygirl Adam in my head.

@cl0wnb0yyy - Will is just a great person in the fandom, also if you like Midnight Mass or NBC's Hannibal.

@ispyspookymansion - Kora looms large in the Saw fandom in my mind so it would be impossible to assemble this list without him.

@3razyswfangirl / @kiramillet - Kira's pixel art is amazing!!! Bunny <3

@tibby - Take a look through Tibby's saw meta. You won't be disappointed.

@allegedly-writer - Contrary to Jack's url, Jack can sure damn write! He just posted a fic and guess who it's for <3

@hansy-pansy-art - OUGH another amazing amazing artist. Also currently in a Red Dead Redemption moment, which I love.

@piddgeon - Speaking of RDR.... Mercury! Ah, just. (Chef's kiss) of a human being.

@samwis - Jami, who hears all my most insane horny thoughts who is such a mainstay in my corner of Saw fandom.

@romanromulus - Adam writes fics that will make you scream and cry into your pillow at midnight.

@tapeworrmart - Just. Ough. Art that I dream of one day hanging on my wall.

@vanilladella - a.m.'s art is my discord header. Enough said.

@carouselcometh - Remy is hilarious and also you need to read his series on Ao3.

@onehandkilling / @fatmasc - Shlomo... What do I say? Just go. Follow. Also threw in their fat fashion blog because YES!!!

@angel-trapped - Téa, you absolute legend. Origin of angelshipping (to me) (aka Lindsey Perez/Allison Kerry)

@sawtrapx - Liv, such a fun human being!!!

@starlightsailfish - Star's Saw Warrior Cats makes me dance in excitement.

@iinsawdious - Adrien is the best champion of the Adam & David (Saw 0.5) & Specs (Character from the Insidious franchise, also played by Leigh Whannell) are family hc. I love his enthusiasm!!

@adrianicsea - Adrian! Just. AH!!! Adrian's Sleeping with Ghosts series was perhaps my first introduction (outside of Adam romanromulus) to the sheer brilliance of Saw fandom writers.

@dodddraws - Dodd's art is.... I'm just at a loss for words, scrolling back through his blog. So much nsfw goodness.

@sawvhs - Rar's art is so so so iconic.

Okay I have to cut this list off here, jfc. There's others I should probably put on here but I'm getting tired and sweaty and my hands are hurting. Follow these people, check who they're reblogging from or who is reblogging them, go forth, prosper anon. Welcome to the Saw brainrot.

#wes says things back #jfc did i just do a follow forever in the year of our lord 2023? guess i did #if you do not follow me and i tagged you... i'm sorry for popping up in your notes.#just want to share your brilliance in the saw fandom out there

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blooming-violets · 2 months

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Sorry this is gonna be a bit of a rant since it’s something I’ve had strong feelings about since joining the AG/TASM fanfic part of the internet, and you’ve provided me a great opportunity to talk about it.

As a trans person, I am BEGGING fanfic writers to stop writing Marauders stuff. I’ve seen so many people defend it with “separate art from the artist” but like it or not they are still supporting JKR. Separating art from the artist only really works when the artist can’t profit from it. She has done SO MUCH harm to trans people and particularly trans youth in the UK and it’s so fucking disheartening and gives me such an ick when I see TASM writers also write for Marauders because it truly comes across as “I love and support the trans community except when it comes to this because I like it.”.

Even if you ignore the transphobia and holocaust denial (YES IM SERIOUS, she’s denied parts of the holocaust at LEAST twice and she literally did it a second time the other day), the original writing is so fucking problematic. Things just off the top of my head being;

The goblins being stereotypes of Jewish people

The fucking racism with characters like Cho Chang and Kingsley Shacklebolt

The last Fantastic Beasts movie’s plot literally being trying to make WW2 and the holocaust happen

This point needs to be taken with a grain of salt since this was some bullshit Joanne said after the books came out, but werewolves in the universe being meant to represent people with aids. Which is so fucking awful considering one of the two werewolves was attacked by the other as a CHILD

The most ironic part of this is that if Andrew is truly the person he presents himself as, he would probably fucking despise being associated with HP, even if it is just a fancast. But yeah all this to say fuck JKR, fuck Marauders fans but also thank you so much Katie for that last anon answer because I genuinely don’t see that enough in this corner of the internet.

Even Daniel Radcliffe, Harry Potter himself, has spoken out against her and continues to loudly support the LGBTQ+ communities. When your own beloved Harry doesn't even want to stand by your side, you should know you fucked up. Sadly, she does not, and instead leans harder into her bigotry and hatred.

I've always been someone who is very loud and opinionated when I see things that I disagree with, which I know can rub some people the wrong way, but fuck it. I don't like to whisper about my issues on the sidelines, I like to confront the problem head on by being very clear about where I stand and how I feel. I'm not gonna sit around and let someone align me with JKR just because I'm writing a stupid werewolf and Peter Parker fic that exactly 5 people are reading lol. It's not even a popular fic like get out of my asks jfc. Esp when I can tell this person has not read a single sentence of my story and is completely basing their judgements on my header image of AG's face next to a wolf gif.

In this past week I have seen both a Steven Harrington werewolf au and a Daredevil werewolf au cross my dash. Do we think they're getting called out for supporting HP?? No. Because their actors weren't "fan casted" as something years ago. Fan casts don't even mean anything! There was never a movie about them. AG was never casted or played this role. It's literally nothing but a bunch of fans agreeing that they like his look for a fictional character.

Anyway, I'm also ranting back at you haha. You can rant to me anytime. I love a good rant and I agree with you 100%.

Werewolves were not created by JKR. Andrew Garfield has nothing to do with Harry Potter. Don't make make snap judgments about a person's character based on a picture you saw. Support your trans community. Don't be dick.

And, if they actually read my werewolf au, they would see that it's literally about learning to overcome your own hatred and biases of people different from you and learning to love those you were taught to hate. Crazy concept, I know! 🙄😉

#asks

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xsunnysworld · 3 months

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ㅤㅤㅤ★៹ icons + header !!

⌗ PETER PARKER .ᐟ ( 2 / 2 )

𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 or 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁 if you want more content.

credits for the content made by me.

why not 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁 this? that would be great.

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sanaserena · 8 months

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I can't stop thinking about OPLA, and it's only been 5 days TT.TT So, I finally had time to catch several screenshots from Episode 2.

My third impressions of OPLA episode 2? I've watched it that many times, and each time I find even more things to like about it. (A more comprehensive review later, but.) There might be some things I didn't like, but for now, the things I liked:

Buggy. He was too damn great. Literally. It took me Impel Down in the manga to reallyyyyy like Buggy (who can't after seeing him interact with Luffy?) But damn it all, OPLA did it in one episode, two episodes in. He's a bit darker in this episode, but Jeff Ward does such a fantastic job at being Buggy. (And on a side note... Buggy is not supposed to look this good T.T)

Nami, Luffy, Zoro. One of the big highlights for me throughout OPLA is the chemistry of the cast. Sure, Nami and Zoro seemed to be have heaps of screen time together, but the interactions between Nami and Luffy are great too.

I did really enjoy the way Luffy's flashback was introduced in this episode. It works. Even more so when facing Buggy, of whom was once on the same ship as Shanks - the set up of this introduces a more complex backstory (manga does this too, but we're not entirely curious yet because Buggy was small fry at the beginning, and we don't see Shanks for several chapters.)

Ah, Shanks in OPLA really feels like Shanks to me. What I love in the OPLA is that there's a small scene added in the flashback where we actually see Shanks fighting. He doesn't expend much energy, compared to his crew, just throwing down a dude as easy as breathing (I might be reading too much into it, but if we were to take this fight scene as a metaphor, we can actually see the dispersion of strength in Shanks' crew.) I tried to get a screenshot (because I suck as making gifs from netflix right now...) but it's awful. I'm still including it anyway, since it'd be great to see :D. He looks a little rough, but when you see Peter Gadiot acting as Shanks, he really gives off so many Shanks vibes that I forget his hair for a few seconds xD

And an impression for the whole series, but there are some easily memorable moments from the show, which I find myself remembering at the odd time.

The screenshots (I'm also including the logo/title header for the Episode, because I paused the screen at a perfect moment):

And it's not letting me add more images, look for part two here: Link

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marvelbang · 7 months

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Two great stories left for artists to claim this year!

Both stories feature Tony Stark and Peter Parker. One is Gen featuring Superior Iron Man and the other one is Starker slash.

Marvel Bang accepts a wide variety of art--including traditional art, digital art, manips, fanmixes (with 8 songs and cover art), mood boards with banners/headers, and vids--so if you think you might like to try your hands at one of these stories, we welcome you!

For the summaries and instructions visit:

@marvel-events-central @thebigbangblogproject

#spiderman #iron man #marvel fan art #fan art #superior iron man #tony x peter #starker #marvelbang

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harleyification · 11 months

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Why are you a Harley Keener Apologist? What is there to apologize for? He's done nothing.

You are SO RIGHT ANON, Harley has done nothing wrong ever, and he is the best part of the entire MCU!! An amazing boy, the best boy, he should get his own comic book series and it should be led by me!!

On a real note though, I put Harley Keener Apologist as my header because I actually stem from twitter (before the twitter-to-tumblr masses joined)! And boy oh boy, do NOT look at the Harley tag there. I have witnessed a lot of hate for Harley despite him being like the BEST ever, and also only having less than an hour total of screentime. Ofc we all know that twitter is a cesspool where anger feeds on anger. Harley hate usually just stems from him having a lot of fans and all of us saying that he deserved to be Iron Lad for a long time. But also like...I won't lie, from the shit I've seen, a lot of Harley haters have at least one good point: the worst kind of people (coughcough white boys coughcough) have a tendency to say that Harley should've been Tony's successor rather than Iron Heart. And their only logical reasoning is that "Harley was first" and "He was closer to Tony", without, ya know...outright stating the real reason why they don't like Riri.

So, a lot of Harley hate is mainly pointed towards racist white boys online who are only trying to use him as their icon to hate on Riri. It's very, very fucking unfortunate, and literally no actual Harley fan agrees with them. As far as I know, and I should know since I made a Harley Keener discord server with the best and most active Harley fans in it, barely anyone actually wants Harley to become Iron Lad in the MCU. We want him to be his own thing. We love and appreciate Riri and we can't wait to see what the MCU does for her. So like, my header mainly is against twitter people who hate on Harley for unjustified character reasons, but also...it's an unfortunate reality that Harley, as a white male character, is being used as an attack against Riri fans. This is something that I've been wanting to talk about for a while though, so I have no idea if it's even still continuing, but...yeah, I stem from twitter, and it's not great to be a Harley fan there.

But overall, Harley Keener has such amazing potential! He truly has nothing to apologize for as a character!! I have mixed feelings of him ever returning to the MCU, but if he ever does I hope that him and Riri and Peter bond as Stark successors! We love the real version of Harley Keener under this household, who is a gay southern boy who would fight for his loved ones!!

#Racism mention #This got...way too real for what I think is a joke ask asjdkljasdkla #For real though the fact that certain ppl online are trying to take Harley and use him in their arguments...they should fuck off #As if Harley wouldn't be willing to share the Iron Man name with someone else #I have no idea if this issue is still a thing considering that it's been a YEAR but like...yeah it actually happened #So Harley haters have a justifiable reason #But also a lot of anti-Harley posts also say that he's annoying and an awful dude and Im just like?? HE BARELY HAD 35 MINUTES OF SCREENTIME #I OBSESS OVER THOSE 35 MINUTES AND THERE ISN'T A SINGLE BAD THING ABOUT THIS PRECIOUS BABY #HE SHOT!! AT AN ADULT MAN!!! WHO HE IMMEDIATELY KNOWS IS SUPERHERO TONY STARK!!! AND HE DOESNT CARE!!#CASUALLY AIDS IN SELF-DEFENSE MURDER TOO AND JOKES ABOUT IT #LIKE. THATS A GREAT PERSONALITY!! I wanna see how he is NOW!!!#Harley Keener propoganda #I love my boy I just wish the vocal minority werent so loud

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WE SHALL BE MONSTERS

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Chapter 4: A Brand New Life

You can do this.

You can do this, Rose.

'Cause if you can't-

***

Rosemary Winters opened her eyes.

The voices faded away, back down into the murky darkness of the megamycete's archives within her. She let out her breath as a gust of chilly ocean wind ruffled her hair, a storm of silvery strands across her vision.

She reached up to pull them back, tucking them behind her ears. The ocean spread before her, a great swathe of deep, stormy gray down the fall of the cliffside. Around her spread moors, vast and windswept, the breeze rippling the grass and scrub like the surface of the water far, far below. In the weak winter sunlight, all looked gray, all color stolen.

"Okay," Rose whispered. "Let's try again."

Angie sat before her, perched on a rock like a schoolchild, her hands folded down the front of her dress. Her mouth hung slightly askew, giving her an expression of perpetual shock. Or like she'd just finished telling a really, really bad joke. Rose expected her to jump up and start doing a tap-dance with spread arms and an Ayyy!

She didn't. She sat, resolutely, still.

"You were all chat in the shop," Rose groused. After, uh, retrieving her from the old lady in the antiques shop, she'd struggled like a pig in a blanket inside the satchel, only going silent once Rose and Chris had gotten back in the car. Then she'd flopped once and went still; Rose half-wondered if they'd killed her, and had begun to undo one of the satchel buckles to check.

"No," Chris had ordered, turning his entire torso around to lean in. The car didn't swerve an inch on the narrow London street. What Chris Redfield lacked in communication skills he more than made up for with his driving skills.

"I was just-"

"I know, Rose. She's playing dead. Let her have her little tantrum."

He'd settled back, flexing his hands around the wheel.

"Creepy little thing, isn't she?" he'd added, as if he couldn't help it.

"That's not very nice. I think she's kind of..." Rose gently poked the bony shoulder of the doll, jutting from under the canvas.

"Kind of?" Chris prompted.

"Interesting-looking," she finished.

"You're just saying that because she can still hear you."

"Just because she belonged to one of Miranda's children doesn't mean she's all bad," Rose said. "They were following her orders. She forced them to..."

"You would say that," Chris told her.

It had been Rose's turn to look at him, to stare at him with cold eyes. He glanced at her, then furrowed his brow.

"Rose," he said. "I know-"

"And I know what you're about to say."

"Then tell me, O great mind-reader."

"You're about to say that I shouldn't expect anything. That...that he's probably already dead."

"This is about taking down Ouroboros and retrieving bioweapons, Rose." He'd let out his breath. "And Ethan's remains. If possible. Not a rescue mission."

"You-"

"And you're about to make some kind of argument that he raised you for the last fifteen years. Sure. I understand. But if not for you, he would have killed me, my whole team, and an entire base full of BSAA when we sprung him out."

Rose faced front with a sniff. That had been exactly what she was gonna say.

Chris, for his part, had settled one large hand on her shoulder. "I understand," he repeated, more softly.

They hadn't spoken again the whole ride back.

Now, though, Chris was nowhere to be seen.

"Just me and you," Rose told Angie.

The doll stared back. The wind teased a few strands of faded hair over her cracked porcelain face.

"You weren't being very nice to Ms. Peters, were you?" Rose said. "What was it? You began to regenerate when you were packed up, and once you were free, once you realized Donna...uh, you...you both..."

She wasn't a hundred percent certain how Donna Beneviento and Angie worked, as an entity. From the scraps of memories she'd gleaned from Heisenberg, she was Donna's mouthpiece, but had a separate mind, too, like the parts of herself Donna was too afraid to express were conveyed, instead, as a kind of separate personality via the doll.

Complex. Kind of rad, if Rose was honest. She wouldn't have minded a separate, more confident, more brazen doll-self during some of her more awkward high school experiences.

"You realized Donna was gone," she continued, more gently. "And you got angry. Or maybe...scared."

She stopped.

The doll did nothing.

Rose let out a sigh, rocking back on her heels. The late January wind was icy, even through her coat and scarf. This place, on the lonely moors of northwestern England, didn't have much in the way of mod cons, but there was no doubt at all that it was beautiful. Bleak and empty, silent and echoing. The scrape of purple heather over a hill, the liquid sunlight breaking through clouds, glazing the world golden for a spare, fleeting instant. The crash of ocean waves down from the narrow goat paths along the cliffsides, like the constant heartbeat of the world.

When she could get away, she loved to wander the footpaths, to explore the ancient cairns and henges that dotted the landscape, rising from the moors like they'd been spat up by the very earth itself. They reminded her of something she couldn't put a finger on, like a song once-beloved but now half-forgotten, a phantom nostalgia.

She loved to lean against them, to feel the stone under her back and know she was not the first to stand and shelter there from the wind. They, like her, contained history, understanding beyond comprehension. They'd existed long before all this mess started, and would for a long, long time after she was gone.

Out here she could escape the endless voices and questions, the endless procedures and check-ups and decontaminations, her blood drawn to monitor how her mutations were doing, ensure she wasn't about to suffer another meltdown like she had when she was a child.

Necessary, she understood, but with an arm full of healing track marks and a headache from all the fluorescent lights, she had to get away sometimes. Out here there was no one to bother her; the nearest town was a ten minute drive, and even then the most advanced technology therein was the television in the local pub.

Angie had been created in the village, just like her mistress had never left it. She was used to the silence of House Beneviento, the isolation.

Maybe she would like it out here too.

That was the idea, anyway. So far Rose had been proven spectacularly wrong.

"Come on," she snapped at the porcelain doll. "Chris wants to do this the hard way. I don't. If you open up to me, start talking, the transition is going to be a lot smoother."

Still nothing. Now her hanging jaw and staring eyes looked almost sarcastic.

Bitch, Rose thought, channeling Heisenberg.

"Okay," she said. She kicked back from her own rock, springing to her feet so she stood over the doll. "Fine. No more good cop."

She braced her feet apart. With a last frown at Angie, she lifted her hand.

Underfoot-

The shadows darkened. They writhed.

Mold veined up her legs, through her skin. She felt the tell-tale cold of her mold entering her eyes, turning their sclerae black as oil. The wind picked up, and with a thrum of her power, Rose reached out. Not with her hand now.

"Talk to me," she whispered. "Talk to me, Angie."

Her eyes fluttered shut. The echo of cackling laughter. The scream of rusted metal, of chattering teeth, hordes of dolls pressing in on all sides. A corridor, floodlit red. The creak of wood, like a chorus of breaking bones. A house with a shadow at its heart.

Yellow petals, swirling on the wind. A terror unspeakable. The shearing pain of blades stabbing into her skull, again and again and again-

What's a-matter?

The cackling laughter kicked up a notch.

You on a schedule or something?

Rose jolted back as her abilities struck a wall. Her eyes sprang open; she blinked in the sudden brightness. The doll had still not moved. She'd heard her, though. Heard the gleeful, goblin scratch of her voice.

Falling to her knees once more, she stared at Angie, then reached out and closed her mouth with a soft click.

"That's the way," Rose told her. "Work with me. Okay? Let me help you."

She reached out, taking one of Angie's hands. She stroked her thumb over the cold porcelain. "Let me help you both."

"Miss Winters!"

The shout echoed to her through the wind. Rose closed her eyes and counted to three, then looked round. A struggling shape was head-down against the wind, tromping through the heather, waving one arm.

One of her BSAA handlers, Rose recognized. They hung around her on Chris's orders, making sure Rose felt all right, asking if she wanted tea or water or whatever, monitoring her vitals. Behind her approaching form Rose just made out the gleam of the BSAA facility, barely hidden behind one of the moors' low, sloping hills.

"Miss Winters!" the handler called out again. Breathing hard, she struggled up the last of the rise to where Rose and Angie were sitting. "Oh...goodness, that hill's steeper than it looks..."

"What do you want?" Rose asked.

"What do I want? What are you doing? Redfield's not going to be happy with you. That doll is a highly dangerous BOW and should not be taken out of facility quarantine-"

"Yeah, yeah, I know."

"And you shouldn't be out here at all."

"Is there a point to all this?"

The handler nodded, mopping sweat off her brow. "You need to come back with me immediately," she said. "With the doll, if you please. The MARS is ready to deploy."

***

The MARS- or Mold Analysis and Recombination System- was a little pet project of Chris's, developed after the Dulvey, Louisiana incident's aftermath had decimated his support commandos and infected the surrounding area's wildlife with Eveline's genetically-enhanced mold. It had been created as MADS- the Mold Analysis and Decontamination System- to disinfect a living body by disassembling the mold at a molecular level and destroying all lingering spores. It hadn't worked as well as Chris had anticipated, and certainly not the way he'd anticipated, but it hadn't gone to waste.

Turns out, it worked a lot better going the other direction: not destroying the mold, but reassembling it.

The big steel elevator doors closed over the view of the atrium, and with a shudder, the elevator began its descent into the chill depths of the facility. Rose's spine prickled. She glanced around at the half-dozen black-suited commandos surrounding her. Two of them held Angie's case, a big metal and plexiglass cylinder with handles at either end. Within rested Angie like a small, weird corpse, her head canted to one side, her eyes wandering off-focus.

Rose pulled her sweater sleeves over her hands, keeping her expression neutral, trying to hide her nerves.

When at last the elevator reached the lower levels, Chris waited outside the doors. He gave Rose a small frown, then nodded at the other BSAA.

"Where was she this time?" he asked the handler.

"Out by the cliffs, sir." A sigh. "Again."

"With the doll?"

"Yes, sir."

Chris nodded.

"You shouldn't have done that," he told Rose, falling into step alongside her. The hallways down here were steel and concrete, the air dry, sterile, recycled through rattling grates. This place was designed to be sealed off section by section, like a submarine, should the bioweapons, viruses, parasites, et cetera, contained within somehow escape.

From what Chris had told her, most BSAA facilities were made like this; otherwise, the risk of containment was too severe to the surrounding populace.

It hadn't worked for Heisenberg in Hungary. His unique abilities made him particularly difficult to contain. He'd busted out like a can of pressurized biscuits, had stolen Rose and fled into the night, evading capture for over a decade.

Dread twisted in Rose's guts. If Ouroboros hadn't outright killed him, how were they keeping him under control?

What were they doing to him?

"Huh?" Rose managed.

"Snuck out. I get it, you're sixteen, it's a rebellious age..."

"I...no. I was trying to talk to her."

"Talk?"

"To the doll. To...Donna."

"Why?"

"Reassure her, I guess." Rose shrugged, glancing toward Angie's containment pod. "We want her to help us, right? Seems like she'd be more willing with a little bit of..."

She trailed away.

"A little bit of what?" Chris prompted, gently.

"A little bit of kindness," Rose said. "Or whatever."

"Same kindness she showed your father, once upon a time?"

"Just because she was ordered to slow him down-" Rose stopped, controlling her voice. "She was told she had to by Miranda. Forced to. I...know what she did...what her abilities were. But..."

She stopped, remembering.

A swirl of yellow flowers. A glimmer of sunlight.

A garden, somewhere far away. Far beyond all this.

"I don't know," she went on. "There's...something. Something else." She looked up at Chris. "Let's do this thing."

"Sure about this?"

"I've got to be," Rose said. She'd tried to sound perky, confident. Instead she just sounded tired. She put on a broad Texan accent to cover it: "Sure as hell ain't stopping now."

A pair of massive steel doors hissed open at their approach, clouds of decontamination steam snarling in pale green billows from hidden nozzles. Beyond, their footsteps echoed into a vast, cold space, a hangar-like room that was all reflective concrete and metal grilles, computer screens lining the walls, tangles of wires and ducting strung in bundles round the perimeter.

In the middle of it all stood the MARS. It looked like an ordinary decontamination chamber at first glance, a cube of glass with biohazard and warning symbols stuck to the transparent walls, hooked up to what appeared to be a fancy AC unit. On second Rose noticed the red crescent moon emblazoned onto the massive canisters bolted onto the back of the machine, the MARS acronym stenciled just below. There was a whine in the air that she didn't hear, but rather felt down in the backs of her teeth, like a sonic drill.

Technicians bustled around the room, dressed in BSAA jumpsuits, adjusting the cables leading to the machine. White-coated scientists worked at the computer screens, a low buzz of professional conversation in the air. It quieted as Chris entered the room with Rose.

"Afternoon, sir," said the head technician.

"Afternoon. She looks good." Chris nodded toward the MARS. "She gonna work this time?"

"Yes, sir."

"Hope so. I seem to recall a bit of a potato in a microwave reaction the last time we tried something like this with one of the Molded."

A nonchalant shrug. "Technical difficulties, sir."

"Uh-huh."

"Ready to get started?"

"Yeah. Load her up," Chris told the guys with Angie.

"Should she be in here?" the head technician said, eyes darting to Rose.

Rose stiffened.

"She's with me," Chris told her. "C'mon, Winters."

His hand on her shoulder, he walked her to the area right in front of the MARS, giving her the best possible view of the glass box. There was a circle of copper on the floor, and a fine, glimmering quality to the air, particles revolving in a slow cyclone within the brightly-lit glass.

She hugged her arms around herself, jamming her fingers into her armpits.

"Nervous?" Chris asked.

"Huh? No."

"Yes you are."

"Yeah, I am," Rose muttered. "If...if this doesn't work..."

"It has to work," Chris said.

She glanced up at him, sidelong. It did. For them both. Chris Redfield needed this as much as she did, needed to prove to himself that he was still capable of doing the work he'd dedicated his life to. That he was still capable of keeping the world safe, that he was the man for the job, that he shouldn't abandon it for the safety of the public.

He'd failed. More than once. He'd failed to save Ethan; he'd failed to extract Rose. And when he did catch up to her, and to Heisenberg, he'd failed to keep them in BSAA custody. For fifteen years he'd hunted them down, chasing them from place to place, continent to continent. And the moment he had them, it became necessary to let them go again.

Rose had gone back to him by necessity, of course, but Ouroboros was still out there. Mia Winters was still out there. She was the albatross around Chris Redfield's neck, the living symbol of his failures. Because, in the end, he'd betrayed her more than anyone. He'd promised to keep her family safe, and he'd lost them all the same.

And now-

Now, he wasn't putting down a bioweapon. Now, he was about to resurrect one. Another necessity, one the BSAA higher-ups couldn't deny him. Donna Beneviento was the only person within their grasp who could guide them into the village, who could help them stop Ouroboros from completing their goal- and who could help complete Rose's plan.

Madness. Suffering. Potential violent death. All were possible. But she wasn't gonna give up, no matter how many times she lay awake at night and talked herself out of it, then talked a circle right back round to it being the right thing to do.

The only thing to do.

Whatever else, whatever happened, she wasn't gonna stop until she looked her mother in the eye again. Until she ended this. Until she made this right.

There came a sharp hiss of pneumatics as the technicians opened Angie's case, as two HAZMAT-suited people placed her within the glass cube. There she sat, draggled and forlorn. She looked almost absurdly out of place within the sterile environment, like a horror-movie prop on a Star Trek set.

The glass cube was sealed once more.

Rose's heartbeat ticked up. She chewed on her lower lip, tasting blood. Chris's hand tightened on her shoulder.

"Come on, Angie," Rose whispered. "Be cool."

Please.

"Three!" Someone called. "Two! One!"

Power surged under Rose's feet. The MARS powered on with a deep thrum, like some gigantic engine; the glimmering fragments within the cube began to revolve faster, then faster, a whipping column surrounding Angie, blurring her into a pale shape.

A haze began to spread on the glass: mycelium, long thin strands of mold reaching and interlacing.

Rose's hands curled into fists. She couldn't even see Angie anymore, could only feel the high whine of the machine, the underlying vibration, the pulse that she recognized, her first and deepest memory. The heartbeat of the Black God. The heartbeat of the megamycete, recognizing itself, calling to itself within her, a feedback loop that strengthened by the second until it filled her to the marrow, just on the edge of unbearable-

There came a hiss, and Rose flinched. Clouds of gas filled the chamber, swirling and glimmering. Rose leaned forward. Chris stayed where he was, his face stony. Rose searched the mist, unblinking. Did it work? Nothing had exploded. Where is she? Where's...

Force thudded against the glass: twin blots of shadow, visible through the mold. Rose flinched. Oh, fuck, she thought.

Hands.

They curled, raking free handfuls of mold, then pulled back, quivering.

The clouds of gas had begun to dissipate. Rose heard the head researcher calling orders, heard guns cocking: a circle of guards surrounding the MARS, weapons aimed for the first sign of a threat. She didn't focus on them.

Come on, she urged. Come on.

She stepped closer, her breath between her teeth as the last of the gas swirled away, as the mold coating the inside of the cube melted down the glass.

Inside-

Skin glistened, slick with mutagen. Legs, bony shoulders, the long bare channel of a spine. The pale shape of a young woman lay curled on the metal floor, her whole body shaking, her long black hair hanging in ragged tangles down her face and back.

In her arms was clenched Angie, the two of them locked together as if nothing in the world could pull them apart again.

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