Song: Sleep Patterns By Merchant Ships

Just so you know I'm not in fact a 16 year old girl I am a phantom and I was just 14 when my parents built a very strange machine it was designed to view a world unseen when it didn't quite work his folk they just quit but the I took a look inside of it it was a great big flash of things changing my molecular got all rearranged when I first wock up I realized I had snow white hair and glowing green eyes I could walk through walls disappear and fly I was much more unique than the other guys and it was then I knew what I had to do i hade to stop all the ghost from coming through im here to fight for me and you

If I had a nickel for two romine characters i love and cherish I would have two Nickel which it's weird it happen twice

talk dirty to me (tell me about your current dadneto wip 🔪 )

Well since you asked so nicely ;)

The WIP I’m supposed to be working on is the second chapter of One Son’s Worth (over 5k already!!) but I got distracted a few days ago by working on a completely self-indulgent drabble set in my dark DOFP timeline! Everybody thank @it-meant-nothing for reigniting my love of this AU haha!

The fic is centred around Erik being extremely touch starved after his 24 year imprisonment while Pietro is completely touch averse from his own life on the run from sentinels and how they navigate that. It’s set very early on in their relationship and follows how that bond develops through trust and understanding, and I just love it SO MUCH it’s not even funny.

There’s something about the tension of Pietro and Erik caring about each other so deeply but being separated by this massive rift in their experiences that makes me feral. Of course Erik fully respects Pietro’s boundaries and refrains from physical affection even though it KILLS him inside, and while Pietro may hate being touched, he grows to love his dad enough to make an exception for Erik.

Here’s a segment from the fic, if you’d like a preview!

Erik started to forget that touch could mean something other than suffering.

And then Pietro came along, shattering not only his cell but his very reality in the process. A hand on his arm. Another curled up in his hair. A touch that didn’t carry pain, but hope, and freedom, and something that felt dangerously close to safety. Erik’s skin tingled long after Pietro had pulled his hands away, and it wasn’t long after that Erik realised how deeply he had missed such gentle contact.

He learnt very quickly, however, that Pietro did not feel the same.

Thanks for allowing me to ramble dearest!!

-Superherotiger

Send me an ask about the backstory of any of my fics and I’ll ramble!! ✨

Real

my yearly disclaimer that i dont celebrate April Fools in any sort of manner so dont try pulling anything on me ill just get pissed off n ive already dealt with enough lately , no pranks no screamers or anything here! thanks!!!

I love the gay little old man 🖖🌈🏳️‍🌈 (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)✿

i use flipaclip btw and i cant think of a caption my stomach hurts

What if Peter was in the middle of saying Erik that he's his son, and he just went *poof*

Like, after a half an hour of talking with no absolute sense he went like "so, listen. I'm your--"

Fml

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He wants that fat boy so bad 😭😔💥💥🔥

Y’ALL CHILLUNS COME GET Y’ALLS DINNER!!! 🔔💥🔔💥

he’ll get to it later

Itch-Part One (Dadneto Fix)

Summary: Peter has to deal with the aftermath of finally telling his father that he is indeed his father.

Word Count: 1k+

An: I love goofy Peter, but in this I explored more of his vulnerabilities and the insecurities he has. Enjoy!

He didn’t expect the itch.

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