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Coming Sooooon!!
It's that time again, friends! The mods have assembled a new list of fun prompts for the upcoming Sicktember season. As always, there will be 30 prompts and 5 Alternative Prompts.
We will use polls again this year to allow you some say in two of the prompts. The first one will be posted over the next few days The second will be posted mid-May.
The official September 2024 Prompt list will be posted on Saturday, June 15th and we can't wait to share it with you!
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yes-i-am-happyaspie · 23 hours
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I am literally the most non-confrontational person ever. Anyway. Yeah.
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I love your art! Would you be willing to draw Tony and Bucky, sharing a milkshake? Thank you for sharing all your amazing stuff!
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The shake was a lot bigger than they thought it would be, they took it as a challenge. They won 💖
Thank you so much for the request!
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Spider-Man, one of my favourite super heroes, from the Marvel comics
@marvelentertainment
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The Spider-Men
Wanted to draw the two Insomniac Spider-Men, Peter and Miles. Hope you enjoy and stay safe. Bye!
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The thing people don’t realize about writing is that time spent just staring out the window is CRITICAL
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HELLOOO, so I come across your short fic from your Second Chances series and I didn't know you wrote longer ver for when they first met etc and um I just can't hold it in and I know it's old fic but god I WANNA SCREAM AND PULL MY HAIR BECAUSE WOW WOW IDK IF I SHOULD FEEL EMBARRASSED OR WHAT WHEN PETER STOLE FROM IRONMAN, I mean ofc I know that he need that money so badly but I know FRIDAY record everything and Tony will eventually found out that Peter take his money and gift card but AAAAAAAA IDK IDK MY MIND KEEP YELLING AT ME TO TELL PETER TO PUT THAT MONEY BACK and obviously let me spoiled him although I think if I did that, that-certain-billionaire-who -already-interested-on-our-arachnid-vigilante will take offense and start to take that as competition to see who can feed our spiderbaby better but anyway....yeah I just want to scream
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Oh my goodness, these asks have made me smile so big. I love that you've found Distracted by a Dime and are enjoying it so much. It's one of my favorite fics.
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Ok ok, but the prompt “if you die, I die! Don’t you get that?!” with Peter yelling it at Tony 😂😂
Fine. Fine. Yes. Let's reverse it. Another mini!
874 words, a little more angsty with a hurt Tony Stark and a very passionate Peter Parker. Enjoy!! :D [Click here for a reversed use of this prompt]
If You Die... Part. 2.
As Tony came back to awareness the first thing he noticed was the incessant beeping of a heart monitor. It was one tone after another, in two second intervals. Beep… Beep… Beep... He tried to turn away from it, but he couldn’t get his body to cooperate. He was exhausted in a way he’d never felt before. His limbs felt like lead and his eyes refused to open. 
For a few minutes, he simply laid there mildly aware of his surroundings but lacking the energy to interact with them. Beep… Beep… Beep… The sound was starting to get on his nerves. He wished it would stop. He tried to clench his fist but managed nothing more than a small twitch of his finger. His forehead creased slightly in concentration. Another two fingers moved, flexing upward and dropping back down to the sheets. That seemed to get the attention of whomever was in the room. His hand was suddenly engulfed by a firm warm grasp.
“-ister Stark?” Tony used all his strength to turn towards the voice. His head moved marginally but he managed to crack an eye open. “Mr. Stark?” As his vision focused he was able to see Peter hovering above him.
He parted his dry lips and pressed his sandpaper tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Kid?” he rasped. It came out in barely a whisper. But he was certain Peter heard it. His kid’s hand tightened around his own and tears started to break free from his eyes.
“Mr. Stark!” Peter leaned forward until his head was resting heavily on his chest. Hot tears were soaking into his shirt and wanted nothing more than to comfort his kid. He felt more alert with his eyes open and his strength was slowly returning. He pulled his heavy hand out of Peter’s grasp and repositioned it so he could wrap his fingers around his kid’s wrists.
“I’m right here, Buddy,” he murmured, while fighting his other arm off of the mattress. Eventually, he managed and was able to get his hand to the back of his kid’s head. “I’m right here.”
“You almost weren’t!” Peter stood up, sniffed and ran his free hand over his cheeks. “You almost- You almost died, Mr. Stark!”
A painful lump formed in his throat. He looked at the bleached-white sheets and tried to swallow past it. “But I didn’t.”
“But you could have!” Peter shouted. Fresh tears started to flow. That time, he didn’t try to stop them. “The doctors said- they said you might not- We almost lost you!”
Tony licked his dry lips and coughed. Seconds later, a nurse walked into the room, raised his bed and offered him some water. Once he’d had a few sips, she started tugging at the various tubes and wires. She shined a light in his eyes and started asking questions. He answered them with an absentminded nod or shake of his head. His gaze had yet to leave Peter. Even from across the room he could see his kid’s puffy eyes and tear streaks cheeks,
The nurse finished with him and started talking to Peter. He couldn’t hear what she was saying but he could see his kid nod his head. Then, the nurse was gone and Peter returned to his bedside still sniffling. 
“You can’t do this again,” Peter said, his voice eerily calm. He gathered a shuddering breath and pressed his lips into a tight thin line.  “I can’t- you were in a coma for six days. You can’t-”
All of a sudden Peter’s anger and upset finally made sense. Tony’s eyes momentarily winded in response. Six days was a long time to wait for someone to wake up. “I’m sorry, Bud. I never-”
“You can’t die!” Peter shouted loudly enough to make Tony flinch. “If you die, I die! Don’t you get that?” His fists balled up by his sides as his face crumpled in anguish. “You- you’re the only one I have left!”
Not quite understanding, Tony pulled his brows together. “You have May, your friends and-”
“They aren’t you! I need you, Mr. Stark!” Peter’s voice cracked on the last syllable. He ran his hands down his face and crossed arms defensively over his chest.  “I’ve already lost my mom and dad! Then I lost Uncle Ben too! I need you!”
tony felt his heart shatter into a million pieces. “Pete. Honey-”
“Stop it! Stop- Don’t patronize me!” The anger didn’t last long. Within seconds Peter was back to leaning over the bed, one arm wrapped around Tony's stomach. “Just- next time let someone else make the sacrifice play! Because, selfish or not- I need you here!”
His kid was crying again and Tony could feel his own eyes starting to water. “Oh, kid. That’s not- that’s not selfish, Buddy. That’s-” 
Peter squeezed him tightly enough that it was starting to hurt. He didn’t complain. He simply held on with equal ferocity, 
When Peter let go, it was so he could look Tony in the eyes. “I love you,” he whispered.
Tony smiled and placed his hands on either side of his kid’s damp cheeks. “I- I love you too, Pete. So much. And I promise I’m not going anywhere.”
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OK OK BUT JOY, the prompt: “If you die, I die. Don’t you get that!” Between Irondad?! Either way! ASDGHJKL ANGST
AHHHH!!! Mini-fic time?? Yes. Yes, Mini-fic time.
Here it is, at 997 words. A lot of action, leading to a short panic-induced argument... and a hug. Because of course, there is a hug. :D Enjoy!! [click here for a reversed use of this prompt]
If You Died...
Peter hadn’t meant to get in over his head. It was just- he needed to keep his neighborhood safe, and he had powers. It wasn’t like he could see a problem and just walk away. But he had been careful. He’d used his tools and his abilities to access the situation. He’d asked his AI to run facial recognition on everyone involved and had cross-referenced their information through several databases; just to make sure he knew what he was up against. 
Three regular guys, selling regular drugs inside a regular empty warehouse. That was it. Nothing about it had been alarming or ominous. So, taking them out should have been easy. And technically it was. It was the swarm of armed individuals that had flooded in after that had been the problem. He had that too for a while. Then the big guys came in. Three of them, with large shoulders and enhanced strength that matched his own. He was having a difficult time dividing his attention between the projectiles and the hands being aimed at his face. 
“Karen?” He dodged, while shooting webs that never seemed to hit their mark. When they did, they never held for long. The big guys  busted right out of them. “A little back up would be nice.”
“Of course, Peter. Contacting Mr. Stark.”
Peter ducked and slid beneath one of the large men’s legs. “Wait! Isn’t- Is Captain America available?” He spun around, sending his foot into the guy's knee cap. The impact made no difference; like a child kicking a fencepost. “Maybe Black Widow? Hawkeye?”
There was no debate. “Mr. Stark is already in route.” Three dots appeared on his HUD along with an ETA. 
Peter wanted to fret over his mentor's imminent arrival but there wasn’t time. Whenever he thought he had one of the men restrained, they broke free and he had to start over again. One down, two to go. Two down, one- no, still two to go. It was a vicious cycle.
Ten minutes later a blast came from the right. A hole appeared in the wall and Iron Man, gauntlets ablaze, flew through it. Peter looked up. The momentary distraction allowed enough time for a football sized fists to make contact with his stomach. He flew backwards, through a spray of ammunition, and landed in the wall. 
The comms crackled to life. Peter wished they hadn't. Pain was already radiating from the back of his skull down and down his spine. When Mr. Stark shouted his name, his ears began to ring. Dazedly, he looked up. Mr. Stark was swooping around the room. Metal clanked and repulsors whirred. Peter struggled to get to his feet to help. Mr. Stark’s voice was back in his ears.
“Stay down, Spider-Man! You’re done!”
Peter blinked. He took stock of his body. The blow had hurt, but he had enhanced strength and a healing factor. He shook out his limbs and demeaned himself well enough to continue. “I’m good. Just a little-” 
He didn’t get to finish. Mr. Stark flew by, lifted his faceplate and scowled. “I said you’re done!”
The tone gave Peter pause. Reluctantly, he slid down the wall until he was sitting on the floor. “I’m really okay,” he whispered, despite his throbbing head.
“And I’m really not discussing this will you,” Mr. Stark quipped. “I’m just about done here. You stay put. Capice?”
Peter nodded and looked around. Most of the little guys had fled. And only one of the larger men remained standing. Clearly his webbing needed an upgrade. Maybe taser webs with a manual detonation. A range of fifty to ninety thousand volts would probably do it. Could the suit handle that without increasing the power? He was unable to finish the math before Mr. Stark was in front of him.
“Let’s go.”
Peter allowed himself to be lifted to the top of a nearby water tower. He pulled his mask off and ran a hand over his sweaty forehead. “Mr. Stark, I-”
“Do you have any idea who those people are, what they’re capable of?” Mr. Stark gestured wildly toward the warehouse.
Peter shifted his feet. “I didn’t-”
“Didn’t what? Didn’t know? Of course you didn’t. Did you even stop to ask?” Mr. Stark wrapped his fingers tightly around his wrist. “There were two dozen lacheys and three giant bruises in there! What were you thinking?”
“I didn’t- it was three normal guys when I started!” he half-shouted. It wasn’t his fault, but Mr. Stark didn’t look keen to listen. “The others just- showed up!”
Mr. Stark took a step forward. “You could have died in there, Peter!”
“I wasn’t going to die!” he defensively shouted. “I have super-powers and I did call for back-up!”
“Your AI said you had been going at it for over an hour before you called! Peter-” Mr. Stark looked frantic with his hands running through his hair.  “Peter, I don’t know how to explain this to you any more clearly. I-” His face dropped, all blood draining from his face. “What if you had died? Then what?”
 Frustrated, Peter gritted his teeth. “It’s on you.”
Mr. Stark blinked. “No. No, bud. That’s not- geez.” he pinched the bridge of his nose, his breaths increasing as he spoke. “Pete. If you die, I die! Do you get that? If you die- I will never recover. I will-”
Peter’s brows furrowed with realization. Mr. Stark was having a panic attack. “Are you okay, Mr. Stark?”
Mr. Stark’s head shot up, his eyes wide and pupils dilated. “Are you?”
“Yeah.” Peter stepped closer, his hand going to the back of his hair.  “My head hurts but that’s it..”
Without warning, he was pulled into a tight hug.
“Just- promise me you won’t wait so long to call for help next time. Because- Peter? Peter, I can’t lose you.”
Eyes closed tight, Peter nestled his face into Mr. Stark's chest. “I promise, Mr. Stark. You won’t lose me.”
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Do you know why Sam is like the team designated phycologists in fics? I always see him being the one listen to Peter or anyone in the team when they want to vent to someone in the fics and I'm not sure if it's canon or just something fans agree without discussion?
When we first met Sam Wilson in Captain America Civil War, he introduced himself as a group counselor with the local VA (Vertern's Affairs) This would require him to have a master's degree in a related field and a license to practice. So, he definitely knows what he's doing. However, we don't really see him applying any of that knowledge until The Falcon and Winter Soldier, where he puts his de-escalation skills to use.
I hope that helps! Thanks for asking!!
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ZZ pretending to be a grumpy old hermit wizard
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🌊 I had to do it. 🌊
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A horseshoe crab being a home to other sea creatures!
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Peter, leaping down from the ceiling: I'm gonna do a back flip and commit seven wars crimes.
Tony:
Peter: no one can stop me!
Tony:
Peter: I'm invincible!
Tony: I distinctly remember telling you to lay off energy drinks
Peter: war crimes!
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Writers suffer from tinker bell brain they need constant applause or they start believing everything they’ve written is horseshit
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Imiange Peter hurting his finger and like it's nothing bad but he's just been so stressed and this makes him feel bad :( tony ends up kissing Peters finger to make it hurt less
Yes please! 🥰
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I would read this scenario and every single one like it 100 billion times.
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