Marvelwonderwitch - MarvelWonderWitch

This just makes Alastor more likeable for me, it makes me be able to sympathize with him, understand him more, yes, he's a demon, but he's also a human, if you get what I'm saying. He's not just a sadistic freak. He feels emotions, he breaks character, and he has weaknesses, all like humans do. Like every character in Hazbin. I can't imagine how weak he felt in that scene when he was almost about to die, having barely escaped. He is craving freedom. He wants it oh so bad that he's going insane. Beautifully written character.

Tony: Peter, you do know what ‘personal space’ is right?

Peter: [hugging Tony] Yes, I personally believe this space is mine.

Ah hello Omni! I have a request! Can we have the Shaw siblings and the subtle (or not so subtle) aftermaths and effects of their childhood trauma (and adulthood trauma). Thank you! 😘

I've been biting at the bit to write this one up friend!! I have so many ideas for it, just bear with me!

Warning: implied child abuse, flashbacks pertaining images of child abuse

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Deckard kept his breath even and his eyes closed as he listened to his own heartbeat on the monitor next to him. He could feel his skin itching close to the needle stuck in the back of his hand, but knew better than to scratch at it

He purposely ignored the way his ribs screamed in pain every time he moved even slightly. Or how his foot was raised up on several pillows and a thick cast wrapped around his ankle

It had been a stupid mistake. He didn't see a grenade coming towards him in time and had been thrown off a small ledge. He was lucky to not be struck by any depris

But not lucky enough not to get hurt

With his eyes closed and mind elsewhere, Deckard didn't hear the heavy footsteps coming closer and closer to his room until the door banged open and made Deckard's eyes fly open

"What the fuck did you think you were doing?" Luke Hobbs growled at him. He barred his teeth in anger and stormed up to Deckard

Before the Brit had any time to respond, Luke continued

"I turn my back for one second and you can't even keep yourself from doing the most stupid shit I've ever seen!" Luke shouted, standing over Deckard. "The next time I yell 'grenade' you fucking listen to me, Shaw! Do you understand?"

Deckard stared up at him, face blank as he nodded his head the slightest amount

"See that you don't, princess." Luke barked at him before storming out of the room and slamming the door shut

Deckard could only stare after him

While Luke probably didn't notice the heart monitor going crazy, Deckard most certainly did and tried to calm himself down before any nurse could come rushing in

Blood rushed in Deckard's ears as he tried to take calming breathes but they came shaking and brought a small sob from his lips. His hands shook more than he remembered them doing so in a decade and didn't stop no matter what he did

While the nurses only heard Luke's shouted words, all Deckard heard was his father's words

Closing his eyes, Deckard could feel tears falling down his cheeks

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Roman could sleep through almost anything. Including the loud thunderstorm that was rolling through Miami that night. He was firmly wrapped around Owen, his chest covering the Brit's back. Face shoved securely in Owen's hair, Roman slept like a baby

Before being violently woken up by Owen sitting up straight

Roman jerked harshly and flung his arms out as a loud crash of thunder shook the walls and made Owen jump even harder

As the rolling thunder trailed off, Roman could hear Owen's heavy breathing in the dark

"Oh? You ok?" Roman whispered and moved closer, but didn't dare put his hand on the other man, no matter how much he wanted to comfort him. He knew better than startle him

"Y-yeah." Came Owen's shaky reply

Frowning, Roman watching him, but couldn't see much in the darkness. Owen's breathing wasn't calming down as quickly as he'd like

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong."

"Owen..."

Owen shook his head

"Thunder reminds me when one of my units got bombed when I was in the military." He whispered

Roman felt his heart shatter

"I'm so sorry, Oh."

Owen nodded and took a shaky breath

"Can we sleep?"

"Yeah."

Settling back down, Roman lifted his arm as Owen snuggled into his chest and shoved his head beneath Roman's chin. Holding him close, Roman rubbed Owen's back in comfort

But Owen was stiff as he kept his eyes open, lost in thought

He didn't tell Roman that the thunder also sounded like the gun his father used to own and would point at him as a child

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Closing the door, Hattie carefully juggled the boxes of pizza and breadsticks as she went back into her apartment

She smiled as she saw Ramsey cracking open two beers and placing them on the coffee table. The TV was ready to go with their choice of movie that night, Little Shop of Horrors

"You said this place was good?" Ramsey asked as Hattie started to place the boxes down

"Best place on this side of London." Hattie flashed her a smile, not looking where she put the boxes

Suddenly, there was a thud as one of the beer bottles went crashing to the floor and spilling everywhere

"Oh shit!" Ramsey yelped as beer splashed all over her feet. "Where are your paper towels?"

As she looked over at Hattie, she found her as pale as a ghost and frozen to the spot

"Hatts?" Ramsey called out gently, but she didn't move

Hattie's eyes were stuck on the fallen beer that was still gushing out the contents. Standing, Ramsey moved closer to Hattie and saw her hands shaking

"Hattie? What's wrong?"

"N-nothing!" Hattie blurted and jerked in place. "Let me clean this up."

"Ok, but-" before Ramsey could continue, Hattie had bolted off and towards the kitchen. Ramsey frowned after her

Hattie nearly collided with the kitchen counter as her breath came short and ragged. Frantically, she looked down at her hands and saw the small scarring on the back of them

She could clearly hear her father screaming at her and demanding she be punished. She could practically feel the latex gloves he would shove onto her hands and force her to wear for an hour or more. She could remember the burning and itching sensation that ran up her arms as she was forced to sit in the puddle of beer she had knocked over by accident

"Hattie?"

"Coming!" Hattie yelled back, hoping her voice wasn't shaking. Grabbing the paper towel, Hattie went back into the living room

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Leaning against a wall, Deckard kept his eyes narrowed as he watched a nurse walk up to Owen and brandishing a needle

Deckard flexed his arm without thinking and could feel the soreness from where he had already been stuck by a needle

He and his siblings had been sent out by Mr. Nobody to track down an international criminal, but had ended up being ambushed. The guy had sent a canister at them, leaving them in a cloud of unidentified gas

Now, they needed to know if they had been poisoned

Meaning they needed to have their blood drawn

Which Deckard could see that both Owen and Hattie were about to refuse

Hattie was sitting next to Owen, his hand tightly squeezing hers as they both kept their eyes on the nurse

Deckard wanted to tell them that nothing was going to happen, but he knew they wouldn't believe him. Not when he had said the same thing years ago and had been wrong

He knew exactly what was going through their minds when they saw a needle

They were questioning whether they would be forced to sleep if the needed touched them

Deckard had been nine when their mother had first brought home her needles. She had shown them to her children, stating that if they misbehaved while she had an important meeting, she'd make sure they were quiet

Owen, the poor rowdy six year old, had found out the hard way

The needles were filled with strong sedatives that had left Owen unconscious for almost a day

Deckard was sure their mother had killed him

But he had woken up, shaking and sobbing

It wasn't the last time their mother would use tranquilizers on them when they misbehaved. The last time being only half a year ago when Hattie had accidentally screwed up a job their mother had been pulling

Pushing himself off the wall, Deckard dragged a chair up next to Owen and sat on his other side

"Just let 'em take your blood, and we'll get out of here." Deckard said quietly, looking between his siblings

Neither looked remotely comforted

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I hope you enjoyed friend!

The Outsiders (1983)

Roman to GenderFluid!Owen: Do I have a boyfriend or a girlfriend today?

Owen: Since you ate my burrito, today you have an enemy.

YES! The adventures of Roman navigating Owen's gender! I LOVE IT!! And pissing Owen off because he ate his food. Wtf is wrong with you Roman?!

Roman: hey, baby boy-

Owen: no

Roman: baby girl?

Owen: nah

Roman: baby?

Owen: yes. Am baby

Chai tea bag + lil but of brown sugar + apple cider packet + 16 oz. mug of hot but not quite boiling water

it will not Fix You but like. maybe. maybe.

love characters who are like "this is how the world works. this is how it has to be (because if i'm wrong i have to face what i've done // if i'm wrong i have to face whats been done to me) "

I did this with my friend and we laughed our butts off

Therapist: What seems to be the problem?

Deckard: She-Hulk can't get it through his thick ass head that I don't need to be protected.

Luke: You got shot at five fucking time!

Deckard: And I survived bitch!

I cannot thank @katlynne-lyons enough for this stunning commission! This is absolutely beautiful and captures Deckard's character perfectly!

Make sure to go check out the artist's blog and artwork!

I always headcanon Deckard likes to wear dresses and feeling fancy. It doesn't matter if he's wearing a suit or dress, he'll kick your ass regardless!