MARVEL PROMPT!

Marvel Prompt (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠✧⁠*⁠。

(Tsum Tsum Avengers have been portaled to the AA universe, and have taken up residency. They haven't been around too long at all, so it's still a surprise to all of them. What's more surprising is how the little ones act around Tony.)

Tony: *hesitant* Okay... I don't know what to do here.

(Tony has gained a Tsum Tsum harem)

Tsum Steve: *Happy* Tsum Tsum! (I love you, Tony!)

Tsum Steve: *Nuzzles Tony's cheek*

Tsum Clint: *Excited* Tsum! Tsum!! (Kiss! Kiss!!)

(Tony was trapped, covered in Tsum Tsums. The other Avengers though... They didn't like it. Jealousy was obvious.)

Tony: *Kisses Tsum Clint*

Clint: *Upset* Why don't I get a kiss!?

Please, any fanfiction writer make this real!!!

Marvel Prompt🤍🩷🩵🖤🤎❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜

(Tony has been injured, taking a bullet for Clint. It thankfully didn't hit any dangerous areas, but it did come close to the Arc Reactor- startling his team badly. Clint can't help but puppy guard him for a while, unable to stop seeing tony falling to the floor bleeding. Steve can't help but follow Tony around as much as possible- to afraid of losing him, especially before confessing his feelings for the genius.)

Tony: *On the couch, irritated* Do I have to lay here?

Clint: *Sitting on the floor in front of Tony* Yep, you just stay there and let Steve cuddle you! Please, for us? *Gives the puppy eyes look, the one people feel to guilty to say no to*

Tony: ...Fine.

Steve: *embarrassed and flustered* I'm sorry Tony, I just... j-just...

(Steve struggles to find the words he needs. In the end he can only bury his face back into Tony hair, nuzzling his entire form even closer to Tony's body somehow.)

Steve: I can't say it right now Tony, but believe me when I say I can't stand to see you hurt again like that. I hate when you're hurt at all.

Tony: *Confused, oblivious, and concerned* Alright Cap, you can hold me as long as you want. Take your time on whatever you have to say too, I can wait. *Glances at Clint* you can stay too, you know? As long as you desire, Birdbrain... Want to hold my hand?

(Tony offers Clint his hand, which he happily takes. Steve is happy too, grateful that Tony was understanding. Then the other Avengers decided to join them, setting themselves around Tony.)

Tony: *Sighs* Well it's now a party in here, can I at least have a drink?

Natasha: *Hands over a glass of chocolate milk*

Tony: *Deadpan stare* ...Thanks. Also, why?

Hulk: No bad drink today, only safe ones. *Gently pats Tony's head*

Steve: Hulk is right, you shouldn't drink right now Tony. You're one some strong medicine and being drunk isn't going to help you heal anyway.

(Tony pouts, but settles as he drinks the chocolate. Thor comes over with snacks for Tony, things that won't be too hard on his stomach. The medication is making him feel great, but he doesn't feel hungry much.)

Thor: Eat SHIELD brother! You need your strength to recover your wounds! Steve would be saddened if you had to stay down much longer.

(Tony's attention was caught on what Thor said.)

Tony: Why would- Steve, why would you be sad if I'm benched for awhile anyway, besides me being an important part of the team?

Steve: *Blushing, he mumbles his words.*

Tony: Could you say that again? I didn't hear you, and I don't have super hearing like you do.

Steve: *Blushing red now, blurts out his answer.* I-I love you!

(Five whole, silent, seconds pass by.)

Tony: *Blushes* I like you too, Steve.

Steve: *Bolts up, staring at Tony's face* Really!?

Tony: *Hiding his face in his hands* Yeah...

Clint: Do you love me, Tony? *Teasing*

Tony: *Blushing harder* Y-Yeah.

(Clint froze, staring at Tony with disbelief. A blush slowly making way on his face.)

Hulk: Little Tony like all of us?

Tony: *Gives a small squeak* Y-Yes, okay! I like all of you, each of you having traits that make you wonderful! *So red at this point*

Avengers: ...

( They bring Tony down off the couch, rearranging themselves so they could cuddle their precious genius.)

Avengers: *internally* No one shall take Tony from us. No one.

If anyone wants to write this as a fanfic you have complete permission, I only ask you link me the story so I can read it!

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Happy 2024 Pride Month everyone!

I know I haven't been posting like I used to, but I've been dealing with a bit of life stuff. Nothing bad, just general life things, such as ADHD and school.

I am so excited to celebrate this pride month and hope all of you feel proud to be yourself! Live authentic and be true my friends, and Happy Goddamn PRIDE MONTH!!!!

Has anyone, who is lesbian, figure out their sexuallity by unconsciously trying to make other girls jealous of your so called ‘crush’? Because I remember clear as day my first time ‘falling’ for a guy only to brag trying to get others jealous of him catching my attention. Just me or wut?

Marvel Prompt~ Stucky

Steve: Bucky, I love you, but could you let go?

(Steve was being cuddled so tightly in Bucky's arms, trapped in Bucky's room, being nuzzled.)

Bucky: Mine.

Steve: I know, but- *Ehh!*

(Steve tried to pull away. He fails obviously.)

Bucky: Mine.

Steve: *Ehh!*

Bucky: Mine.

Steve: *Ehh!!*

(Bucky kisses Steve.)

Bucky: MINE.

Steve: For the love of...

Marvel Prompt~~~

Tony and Clint are working in the same space, bouncing ideas of each other and making small talk.

Clint: *notices Tony slouching* You okay, man?

Tony: *jerking up straight* Yeah, yes I'm fine. Just deep in thought...

(Tony is lying. He nearly fell asleep and face planted on the desk.)

Clint:*knows Tony is lying* You tired or something?

Tony:*snorts* sleep is for the weak. *Focusing back on his work*

(Clint can see the bags under Tony's eyes, his body language screaming exhausted, and how his eyes slowly drifted before he forced himself to focus again.)

Clint:*moving to sit next to Tony* Then I am very weak, I kinda want a nap.

Tony:*takes a second to process what Clint said* then take one. No one is stopping you, Clint.

Clint:*puts a arm around Tony* yeah, but I want a buddy to cuddle! So can we...

(Tony couldn't stay awake anymore, his body finally giving in and falling asleep. Tony had fallen asleep and ended up resting against Clint, head on his shoulder.)

Clint:*starring at Tony's face*...*blushes hard* okay, this is fine...

Clint:*internally* Oh my god, why is he so cute! No one should be this cute, how is he this adorable! I just wanna keep him and protect him from everything... Maybe Nat wouldn't mind bringing Tony in. After all, he is a sweetheart.

(Clint's hand unconsciously moves to Tony's waist, rubbing little circles there. Tony sighs in his sleep, content and peaceful.)

Clint:*internally* Yep, I'm keeping him.

(Clint rests his head against Tony's)

???:Clint.

Clint:*eyes widen with panic* H-hey Steve!

Steve:*behind Clint stone faced, seething inside* What are you doing with Tony?

Clint:*Scared and wanting to live* we were working on different things, bouncing ideas off each other and I noticed Tony was tired. I did plan to take Tony to his room, after I tricked him into agreeing. But he feel asleep while I was trying. S-so here I am! I didn't want to move cause I wanted to let him sleep! Ya know?

(Clint is trying not to shake with fear, as not to wake Tony, but can't keep said fear out of his voice.)

Steve:*voice drops an octave* then why is your head on Tony's, Clint?

Clint:*pales* uh...

Steve:*frowns* I see...

(Steve separates the two, careful with Tony. Picking up the sleeping genius Steve walks out heading for his own room, as it's closer. He stops before he leaves, however.)

Steve: Clint?

Clint:*afraid* ...yeah?

Steve: Next time, just carry Tony to his room if he passes out like this. Understood?

Clint: Y-Yep! Understood loud and clear, captain! Carry the leader to his room, can do...

(Steve walks away. Clint finally lets out a shaky breath, the panic easing slightly. He stares longingly at the seat Tony had just been sitting, wanting him to come back and sit with him again.)

Clint:*internally* I swear Cap, you break his heart once, hurt him one time, me and Nat will take him faster than Thor's lightning. I promise you that. He is too cute to be taken by a meanie!

If anyone can make this fanfiction, I will praise your name.

…I mean they’re not wrong. 

They have the literal definition of passive powers.

But yeah, they clearly have the most anxiety and stress out of the rest.

"So the only three available is us?" asked Max, gesturing to himself, Nino and Marinette. "Yup." Said Marinette. "Great, the safety of Paris is currently resting on the shoulders of the three heroes with the most anxiety." Said Nino.

"So the only three available is us?" asked Max, gesturing to himself, Nino and Marinette. "Yup." Said Marinette. "Great, the safety of Paris is currently resting on the shoulders of the three heroes with the most anxiety." Nino remarked. “It doesn’t help that we have some of the least dangerous powers.” Max said bitterly. “What about my lucky charm?” Marinette pointed out. “I reiterate. Least dangerous.” Max replied.

Another Marvel PROMPT!!!!!

Prompt: Tony is working on a new device that is more Nero divergent friendly, and disabled friendly of course, and has been working for 30 hrs by this point. Creativity must be done, least we forget.

Then Doom decides to once again strike using T Rex Bots. Yeah... Tony ends up captured, stuck in the maw of one- the suit no longer functional.

Loki, the newest avenger, has an idea to fire magic into the joint of the jaw- causing an explosive blast to bust it apart, only it needed a renforced point to puncture it. He has Clint help him.

They both are at the stage where they don't want to hurt each other, but are akward around the other. Both have the same goal to save Tony, so they put aside their issues to save him.

Doom tries to catch Tony before then, but fails too thanks to Loki. Clint rushes to see if Tony is okay, desperate to find him okay. When Tony escapes the ruin suit, Clint can't help but kiss him. Before yelling at him to never be that reckless again.

Tony: "Yeah, love you too Trash Panda!"

Loki, after the battle, gives Clint death threats as a shovel talk if he cares hurt Tony. He really protective of Tony. Clint walks away with a new friend, and new nightmare tramas.

Clint:"At least I got a hot boyfriend, so it is worth that traumatization.

Hey everyone, this post is going to be a bit different. Pride month is nearing an end and I was ask to make a special something for this project I'm in.

I want to talk about my journey with discovering my sexuality and gender identity, along with my battle with my disability battle with ADHD.

I was around 15 or 16 when I started to question my identity. I didn't understand what or why I was different from everyone else around me. I didn't understand why I faked being in love with boys or found myself only falling in love with fictional boys but not real guys. Then I began to think harder. I realized that maybe I wasn't so straight.

As I was finding my way I explored different labels, explored my gender, and eventually finally admitted that I needed therapy for my health.

At first I thought I was bisexual and nonbinary. At the time it felt correct, but time past and I realized it didn't make sense or feel right. I needed to keep looking. Then I identified as lesbian and demigirl, but once again later down the line they didn't feel like me.

Finding your identity takes time, trying things out for a time and seeing what makes you feel you. There is no rush, no impending doom waiting around the next second.

I finally found my gender when I was looking online about different genders in the trans and nonbinary umbrella: trigender.

Trigender is a gender similar to gender fluid. One identifies as three genders, whether all at once- like a mix of colors- or flux between the three- like colors melting into another.

Trigender was the labe that felt right, where I felt myself click into place. I felt like a woman, a man, but in between- nonbinary. It made sense and felt just right for me.

As for my sexuality? I am still into women, but I now use Gynosexual as my label. It is a gender neutral way to say that a person is attracted to women identifying genders or feminine traits. Which I am.

I also figured out I am ageosexual. Ageosexual is a sexuality on the asexual spectrum. Ageosexual is a sexuality where one isn't disgusted seeing anything sexual in nature, able to watch 'adult fun' without being uncomfortable, but still having no desire for sexual intercourse of any kind.

I can handle a sex scene or joke in media, but even the thought of actually having sex makes me uncomfortable and nauseous. I don't like even the thought of anyone I may date in the future see me naked, god forbid touch me.

I will hold hands, kiss on the cheek, peck on the mouth, cuddle, hug, but anything else is a no. Just no.

So after finding the labels that fit me and have found myself comfortable with them, I settled on my pronouns next: they/them. I didn't like being referred to as just she/her, just female. I liked the more neutral they/them as it feels better and more like me. It felt right. But everyone around is still having to get used to my pronouns and using them. Learning is still going on, my family no used to my pronouns as they spent years with my old ones.

But my mental health during this? I went to see a therapist at 16, working on my depression and anxiety first. I was prescribed medication to help deal with my issues and given tools to help manage what the medication can't. Medicine isn't a cure for mental health, it just helps manage the issues one has.

After I was given the starting tools I worked on myself and tried hard in high school. I was more energetic, I felt less tired, and I had more motivation. It didn't last however. I began to have issues with attention, I kept getting distracted easily, forgot things constantly, was restless, overall a mess without knowing why.

Then my doctor prescribed me with a medication I recognized my mother taking. It was one she took for her bipolar. So I thought for a while I had bipolar, stupid I know but hey I wasn't thinking clearly. But soon I was diagnosed with ADHD, given medication and tools I needed to manage things, and found myself more relaxed- and given confirmation that I do not have bipolar. I could sleep longer than four hours. I could finally have my thoughts slow down. I even could focus better.

But the struggle wasn't done. You see, during one summer on a boiling hot day, I tried to end my life by heat stroke. I had turned my heater on full blare on the hotest day that week. Then I took a nap, hoping to anyone listening that I wouldn't wake up. I woke up, drenched in sweat, realizing what I nearly done. I turned off the heater and quickly tried to cool myself down. I only confessed about till six to seven months after that happened. This was when I was around 19, probably 20. I had dropped high school before this, the stress of dealing with family problems, moving, and the pandemic just beginning. I wasn't great mentally.

I have also experienced cutting before, something common sadly with people dealing with depression and constant stress. It wasn't a good feeling. The pain of cutting was not what I enjoyed ever, but I am ashamed to say this, but I did like how it made me numb to everything.

In the present day I am much better, not perfect but not a mess, I'm simply okay. I've been through so much and have many years to go hopefully. To end this post as it is long enough as it is I will say this:

Your journey will not be like anyone else's, it's your life and you will find the pieces of yourself in time. You just have to find what feels right and what is comfortable. You may have a hard time with your disabilities, mental or physical, but you have support around you ready to help. There are people who want to help you get better, you'll find them. I know it. Just be kind to yourself, allow time to feel out what it is you need. And allow yourself to make mistakes.

The worst thing I ever did was try to be perfect, to be strong. In actually, it's okay to be weak and to be imperfect. We all need to learn by making mistakes, grow from them. And sometimes we need to let out emotions, to stop trying to hold everything inside.

It's okay to be yourself.

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