I love them so much
Made this while trying to come up with something actually cool to draw and i came up with nothihng
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I love them so much
Made this while trying to come up with something actually cool to draw and i came up with nothihng
“this ship was ruined for me because-“ no, i could NEVER. the grind never stops. NEVER BACK DOWN NEVA WHAT?
people only get spideypool on a surface level, saw someone say “poolverine and spideypool are equally as good” to YOU but i am crazy. spideypool devotion drives me crazy. wade would stop killing if peter asked him to. wade would kill if peter asked him to. wade has died for peter without hesitation. wade refuses to live WITHOUT peter. peter trust deadpool despite his morals because of this. the devotion is SO enriching.
i don’t care about sExUaL tEnSiOn, we get that every tuesday. what do you MEAN killing was all wade had and he gave that to peter then morality was the best thing that happened to him then he also gave that to peter without hesitation, WHAT?
Spider-Man stays when Deadpool dies
In fights with the Avengers, more often than not, Deadpool ends up dying
The Avengers clear out after they've won and leave Deadpool, saying that he'll be fine and on his feet again soon, but Spider-Man stays
He sits by the body and watches him heal
He makes sure that Deadpool is alright
Sometimes he holds his hand to feel the warmth return or rests a hand over his neck or wrist and waits for his pulse to come back
I love the identity porn trope where a character is shit talking the person's other identity to the person. Or just in general where they like one version of the person and not the other
Deadpool: Spidey this Parker guy sure likes trashing your rep in the newspaper. Want me to trash his head in with a pipe?
Peter: Um, no Wade. He's just doing his job
Deadpool: And so am I, which is breaking the legs of those who hurt my pookie
Peter: Please don't ever go near that poor photographer.
Johnny: Can you believe this guy Webs? Cocky little nerd thinks his time is worth more than The Johnny Storm
Peter: Yeah he sounds like a real asshole
Steve: I can't stand Stark, what a money hungry, narcissistic, gallivanting, impolite bastard. I can't believe we have to work for that guy. At least he makes good armor, right Iron Man?
Tony: I whole-heartedly agree, what a complete dick
“Again,” the villain said. Their voice was like honey. “Say it again, please.”
The hero sighed softly. They knew their nemesis was quite dramatic, but this seemed a little too excessive. The hero wouldn’t be surprised if the villain revealed they were recording them just to listen to the hero repeating it over and over again.
“I didn’t know where else to go,” the hero said.
“Hm.” The villain gave them a once-over and put one thigh on the other. They tilted their head.
Honestly, the hero wasn’t in the mood for games, but they were also aware of the villain’s personality. Angering them was a stupid mistake, mocking them wasn’t smart either.
If they wanted the villain’s help — and they needed, undeniably, inevitably their enemy’s help — they needed to play nice. But that didn’t mean the hero was going to submit entirely. It wasn’t in their nature to drop to their knees desperately and beg.
“One more time?” the hero asked. They smiled, as if it was a joke the two of them shared.
“No, that’s enough for now. Sit down.” The villain pointed at the chair on the other side of their desk and the hero followed their command. They couldn’t help but clench their fists, though. “How can I help you, dear?”
“I…” The hero stared at their own hands. Unfortunately, the villain was their only option. How utterly frustrating. “My friend has been missing for two months now. I thought maybe you could-”
“Two months?” The villain leaned back in their chair, raising their eyebrows. “They’re probably dead, then. Is there something else you want from me?”
“Hold on, they’re not dead.” The hero frowned. “They were working on this project and investigated an underground criminal network. I need you…”
They stopped. Just like the hero, the villain didn’t like to be ordered around. The hero understood that perfectly. Understood like no one else how trapped one felt while following commands.
They tried to soften their voice a little.
“I’d like you to find them. Please, you’re my last hope.”
They stared at each other.
“A journalist friend?” the villain asked curiously.
“Yes.”
“Then they’re definitely dead.” Their voice was definite.
“Hey, stop saying that. They’re not dead.” The hero stood up, ready to get into some kind of fight, but they reconsidered. Their heart was beating in their throat, chills ran down their spine. Fighting in the villain’s home wasn’t going to get them closer to the truth. “Please, I…I can pay you. I can work for you, I can…they have a family and I promised to protect them. I’d do anything to get them back, they’re like a sibling to me. Please.”
The villain stared at them, saying nothing.
“Please,” the hero repeated.
“Sit and calm down,” the villain instructed and the hero dropped back into the chair. It didn’t even occur to them that they were in fact, following the villain’s commands without questioning. Finally, the villain stood up and walked around the table. “You’d do anything, you say?”
They twirled a loose strand of the hero’s hair around their index finger. For some reason, the hero’s body couldn’t determine if it was calming down or if it was terrified of the villain.
The hero’s breath hitched when they realised how close the villain was.
“Anything,” the hero said quietly.
“Now that’s quite the stake, hm?” Their index finger touched the hero’s cheekbone and the hero’s heartbeat skyrocketed. The hero didn’t say anything. “What if I want to keep you forever?”
The hero’s eyes widened. They hadn’t thought of that.
Their eyes met the villain’s and their enemy started smirking.
“Ah, I love it when you speak without thinking. It’s adorable to watch you come to terms with the consequences,” the villain purred. Their thumb found the hero’s chin. “You have no idea how adorable you are when that sense of justice takes over you.”
“Please,” the hero said. They closed their eyes, gathered themselves. “I mean it. Keep me if that is what you want. I just need them to be safe in their home.”
The villain’s features hardened a little.
“You really mean that?” Apparently, the villain had joked about keeping the hero. The hero could have bitten off their own tongue, but if that was the only way, the hero was ready.
“I do.”
The villain waited, stared at the hero, reconsidered.
“Fine. I will find them, but in return I want you to stay with me.”
“Deal.” The hero supposed they were a little reckless, but other people had always been their priority.
Fantasy Dialogue Prompts
“You know as a kid, I would always hear tales about these mythic creatures of the sea. I sort of wish they said that burying them in dry sand was how you killed them, though, would have made this endeavor ten times easier.”
“My mother always told me it was important to face my fears—so I decided to become a vampire hunter!”
“Hey, so uh—bad news. A page of the steps needed to enact the spell have been ripped out. What do we do?”
“Of all the people to resurrect from the dead and you chose the imperialist warlord?”
“Unfortunately no therapist knew how to help me over the trauma I endured as a child so I just chose to return to the family business of monster slaying because at least that’s familiar.”
“I can’t even do magic, but because that stupid amulet glowed while in my hands, now all the townspeople want my head on a pike so I guess I need to flee the village.”
“We ran out of healing potion.”
“What made you think it was a smart idea to piss off a weather deity? Now who knows how long this hurricane will last—this can delay the mission for weeks!”
“Mixing a dash of truth serum into their alcohol? Ohh, you’re smart. And scary.”
Writing prompt : Sorcerer and Princess✨
A sorcerer feels the royals of the land are corrupted and takes it upon himself to curse and cause trouble for them all.
He kidnapped a princess of the Northern kingdom and placed a sleeping curse on her while she was placed in a tower guarded by dark creatures. To the sorcerer’s surprise no one came for her, sure some naive knights attempted a rescue but never even made it to the tower.
Time passed before the sorcerer finally released the princess of this curse himself but due to her being asleep longer then he intended she awoke with no memories at all. The princess remained in the sorcerer’s tower happily, learning all sorts of histories and spells while making friends with the dark creatures.
The two fall in love and remained together, living a life the sorcerer never thought he could have… but even with this new found happiness he worries for the time that someone comes for her or the princess’s memories return.
What’s something that gives your anxiety?
Making Phone calls
people
socializing
going into a public place
talking to someone i don’t know
going to a party for my parents’ friend
STANDING IN THE CHECKOUT LINE AT TARGET WHILE MY MOTHER IS GRABBING THE MILK
All of these.
Also, having to go to any social gathering, especially with family and get the dreaded question:
“So, what do you do?”
an easier question would be ‘what doesn’t give you anxiety?’
“what gives you anxiety?”
me:
There is no truer answer than everything listed above.
I’m gonna quietly agree to all of the above
*nodding in silence*
On my way JJ
this is how she "slaughtered" the uchiha clan
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You’ve been sentenced to 400 years for multiple murders. It’s been 399 years and your jailers are starting to get nervous.
I was twenty… twenty-five, I think?… when I was sentenced. Four hundred years was a length of time I couldn’t even imagine. It was a length of time I don’t think anyone could imagine, even the judge. It was just a big showy number that let everyone know I’d never see the light of day again. The mages who cast the spells were dramatic about it, practically shouting the part about ‘until death claims you, or four hundred years hath passed, forsooth, thou shalt be imprisoned here’. They don’t waste that kind of magic on most prisoners, but I was special.
The Slayer, they called me then. The Monster of Sentan. I’d killed nineteen people… I remember that number because I was so furious that they stopped me so close to my goal of twenty-one. And I didn’t just kill ordinary people, no, but the Chosen of the Gods. The Great and Good. They were terrified of me. So they locked me away, to die forgotten.
It had been a little less than a hundred years when the king died without heir, and a civil war tore the country apart. When the fighting was all over, the losers were dragged down to the deepest cells under the castle, and the new king and his soldiers stopped and stared at me. “Who… who is this?” he asked, frowning. “Some victim of the usurper?”
People like cooks and jailers and scrubbers don’t change as easily as kings. The same man who’d been bringing me my meals since there was still brown in his hair and beard shuffled forward, hunched and grey now. “No, yer majesty,” he said humbly. “That be a special prisoner, from before the old king died.”
“Special? Special how?” He frowned, moving closer to my cell. “The old king died more than ten years ago. This woman must have been a child then. What could she have done to - “
“Don’t get too close, yer majesty,” the old man said sharply. “That’s the Monster of Sentan… an’ she bites.”
That was true. I do bite.
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fic title: King of the Losers
King of Losers
A Quirkless Hero Midoryia AU with some Dadzawa mentoring
Pairing: Undecided, most likely Shindeku, and background Erasermic
If there's on thing Izuku Midoryia had developed a lot of over the years it was spite. He's gone his whole life being told "No you can't" to his dreams and he's done with listening to what they say. He's going to make everyone, Kaachan and All Might included eat their words.
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All and all a multi chapter fic centering around Izuku and his journey to be the first quirkless hero out of pure and utter spite. Includes Aizawa mentoring this kid at some point, seeing a bit of himself in Izuku's determination (With Aizawa having the same reason of "I'll make them eat their words" when he was Izuku's age trying to get into the heroes course cause "Villain's quirk"). Includes Hitoshi and Izuku forming an unholy alliance as well and would explore in more depth quirk discrimination.
I like the idea but I'm not sure I would write it so feel free to snag this if you want.
Wow, the almost happily ever after au just hurts. What’s it like when Shouta finds out about Raiu and Kurogiri?
Your question inspired me.
Here’s something a bit more than my usual ramble.
A short drabble ;3
This was so good and heartbreaking oh my god 😭
croissant mic
i couldn’t decide which version was better so you get both
croissant mic but he has a mouth and legs