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i’m gonna make you fall: a mikaani/mikannie/mikaannie/mikelangelo how do you spell this fanmix

1. black sheep - Clash at Demonhead 2. hey pretty - Poe 3. animal - The Cab 4. kiss with a fist - Florence + the Machine 5. girls/girls/boys - Panic! at the Disco 6. hit me like a man - The Pretty Reckless 7. the mighty fall - Fall Out Boy 8. be alone - Paramore 9. power & control - Marina & the Diamonds

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Mighty Long Fall [7]

So I almost forgot that today is Friday. I’ve been scatter brained all day today, so please forgive me. I hope you guys like this one.

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Dabi was at your apartment. He didn’t announce that he was coming, didn’t give you any kind of heads up, just a text that said ‘knock knock’ before physically knocking on your door. You weren’t prepared. You weren’t wearing pants for fucks sake. You had to scramble for pants. How dare he show up unannounced and expect you to put pants on.

When you opened the door, he was smirking. You could see he was smirking. You could see the burns that outlined his jaw from ear to ear, the stitches that seemed to hold him together. He was smirking.

Your heart stuttered.

“Took you a while. Were you missing something?” he teased as he brushed past you into your apartment. As he walked past, he set his face mask on the counter, a black one with a grin of white and pointy teeth.

You shut the door, words failing you as you stared at his back. He crouched to unlace his boots.

“You’re speechless,” he pointed out, glancing over his shoulder at you. Even though his shoulder obscured his mouth, you knew he was grinning. It was in his words, his posture, his eyes. “I know. You’re amazed at the fact that I really am the epitome of a sex bomb. I, too, would be speechless if I saw my face for the first time.”

“You’re a fucking idiot,” you shot back. He laughed, very short and sweet, as he stood back up to his rather intimidating height. You tilted your head back to look up at him. “Why are you here?”

“Am I not allowed to visit my one and only friend?” he asked with his hand against his chest. His voice begged ‘Pity Me’. His eyes said something much different.

“You have Himiko,” you pointed out, crossing your arms.

“Himiko’s a fucking menace to society and shouldn’t be considered anyone’s friend,” Dabi countered. Her named dripped from his lips like venom.

You didn’t ask what he had against her. “So you’re two peas in a pod. Besties. Now I see why she calls you Dabi baby,” you replied.

He stepped over his boots and had you backed against your door in one long stride. “Is that,” he started, tilting his ear towards you, a grin slowly worming its way across his face. It looked painful and beautiful at the same time and you hated it. “Is that jealousy I hear?” he finished.

“No,” you scoffed.

He faced you completely and sucked on his teeth. “You know, green just doesn’t suit you.”

“I’ll have you know I’m fucking ethereal in green, you fuck nugget.”

“I bet you’re ethereal in everything and in nothing at all.”

Your voice caught in your throat. You were hot. Did your air conditioner stop working? It must have. You chided yourself for not replacing the filter in it yet. “What do you want, Dabi?” you asked after a long pause. He shoved his hands in his pockets, shoulders hunching up around his ears, as he turned away. His sock slid against the floor and sent him falling heavily into the door next to you. You looked down at his feet. They were black and grey striped socks. What a punk.

“I thought you might be hungry or bored or something,” he said, “Himiko said you weren’t at work.”

“I wasn’t feeling well,” you mumbled. His hand slapped against your forehead. “Thanks,” you ground out. His skin was cold.

“You don’t feel hot,” he said. He pulled his hand away. You grabbed his wrist and kept it there. You were enjoying it. “Gee, if you wanted me to touch you, all you had to do was ask.”

“Shut up.”

His voice pitched as he leaned into your shoulder. “Dabi, please, I just want to feel your hands on my body. Dabi, I need you to touch me there. Oh please, Dabi.” He stopped just long enough to grin. “Now you’re feeling hot.”

“I hate you so much,” you grumbled. “What, did you just come to check on me or something?”

“Isn’t that what friends do?” he asked. You pulled away from his hand and shuffled back to your kotasu. He followed you after a moment. “So what’s wrong?” he pried.

“Just not feeling well,” you said as you sat down, “Light headed. Nauseous. Just sick.”

“Maybe you’re pregnant,” he said around a groan as he fell next to you. You glared at him. “What? Those are the side effects of pregnancy, you know. This is the twenty first century, anything is possible.”

“You’re an awful comedian and you should stop immediately,” you droned.

He sprawled out over the top of your table like a rag doll, “I’m fucking hilarious and deserve an award.”

You pressed your cheek against the table, eyes locking with his bright blue ones. “Yes, hello, 110? I need you to come and arrest my friend Dabi for crimes against comedy,” you mumbled. He snorted. “Is this what we’re gonna do? Are you gonna sit here with me in your ugly ass socks and keep a sick baby company?” you asked him.

“I was gonna suggest we order take out or something. With you paying, of course, because this is your apartment.”

“You come into my house without a gift and expect to be fed? You’re a monster.”

“Ah, yes, tis I, the Godzilla of table manners.” Your flat voices being muffled by the table made you giggle. You turned and pressed your forehead into the wood. Dabi chuckled. “Told you I was funny.”

“Order me sushi and rice, you fucking heathen,” you mumbled into the wood. Dabi pushed himself to his feet with a dramatic groan.

“What kind of sushi, you lazy shit?” he asked as he shuffled to your phone.

You gave him a simple answer and turned your head to watch him pick up the receiver. “I love you, best friend,” you called.

He turned away from you as he dialed. “Yeah, you fucking better,” he responded. He stared at the phone to make sure it didn’t melt under his touch.

Double fuck.

Oh, For the Love of Rao!

loSupergirl AU: Kara and Mike are roommates who have no idea the other are their superhero teammate….

CHAPTER 1: 


Beep, Beep, Beep, Kara awoke long before her alarm went off, but she waited for the noise before moving from her bed, as she was a firm believer that schedules existed for a reason. She took the extra moments to stretch and relax and enjoy the calm before the storm. The “storm” was quiet now, but there was no knowing what would set him off today…

‘Good morn— “she started to say into an empty kitchen. A dirty kitchen. The Storm had apparently worked a late shift at the bar and had been too tired to clean up after himself. The counter was littered with half-emptied boxes of Chinese take-out and melted ice-cream. Kara didn’t know if she was more upset over the mess or the waste of food as some pot-stickers sounded mighty delicious, even at 7:00 am…

Reluctantly, she began to fill the dishwasher with the aftermath of her roommate’s night, all the while questioning whether she really needed the extra income. Ultimately, it was the picture of herself and her sister and their parents on the mantel that reminded her what she was working for. She could handle a couple horrible roommates if it meant keeping her family close together.

Life eventually emerged from her roommate’s room while she was cleaning, in the form of a scantily clad women who was clearly embarrassed upon being discovered by her lover’s young, blonde roommate. Kara smiled at the shy brunette who smiled back and then grabbed her coat and quickly shut the front door behind her. Was that lucky number 47 or 48? Kara asked herself while finishing the dishes. She silently admired the girl for running out before she got too attached. Kara had seen too many coming back days later, begging for a second chance when it was clear they were only invited to a one-night event. Drama, drama, drama. Honestly, if she didn’t need the money, she would have gotten rid of that boy long ago…

The man of her musings chose that moment to come out of his room, wearing nothing but sex-hair and boxers.

“Oh, damn, Kara! Sorry,” he sputtered while grabbing the first shirt he saw and quickly putting it on, inside out. “I didn’t think you’d be home this morning.”

“Well, it is 7 AM on a Tuesday, which is a typical work day for most humans,” Kara spat, ironically, making sure to maintain eye-contact and not glance further south.

Mike scratched his head and laughed awkwardly, muttering something about how “it’s 5’o’clock somewhere, or it’s always sunny someplace, blah, blah, blah” and ending with some bartender cliché that she honestly didn’t hear because she was still too irritated at the mess in front of her, and too distracted by the half-naked man-child to do anything about it.

It wasn’t until the news on TV began broadcasting a report of a hostage situation developing at the National City Bank that either people in the room made a move considered action.

“Oh! I just got a big scoop on a story, um, I need to head out…” Kara made a show of scrambling to grab her belongings before running out the door.

“I, um, have…stuff too….” Mike managed to sputter while Kara was already half-way out the door.

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Supergirl was first to arrive and was silently assessing the situation when she felt a presence appear beside her.

“Nice of you to join me,” she said with a smirk, her eyes fixed on the commotion in front of them.

“Well, I was in the area,” her partner’s deep, male voice responded. “Besides, I couldn’t let you have all the fun.”

Turning her head to face him, blue eyes locked, and Supergirl realized she really was grateful to have him there. When this mystery alien showed up out of nowhere three months ago, lending his enhanced abilities to assist in the capture of Livewire, Supergirl was thankful, but cautious. Although not judgmental by nature and known to give all aliens a fair chance, she kept him at arm’s length for some reason. Aside from her cousin, Supergirl had yet to meet an alien who matched her skill for skill as this newcomer had, and she was self-aware enough to admit that made her nervous. She is ashamed to say she wasn’t an ideal host of Earth to this fellow alien, but he did not seem to take a hint. He continued showing up seconds after her to every crime, disaster, and danger that threatened National City, providing assistance and eventually winning her over. They fell into a natural routine with their complimentary fighting styles and playful banter, building a partnership that made them both stronger and better assets to their beloved city. It was not lost on her that even their suits complimented each other. The team came to be known as the “Superhero Duo”—Supergirl and Valor.

“You want point on this one?” Supergirl offered her partner as a courtesy. They have done this dance so many times, verbal communication was unnecessary.

“Nah, I had last time. I’d hate to steal all the glory. Besides, I think people are starting to get sick of seeing my heroic face plastered all over the news,” Valor replied and with a wink, flew around to the back of the building.

Supergirl allowed herself a moment to chuckle at his ego before refocusing on the situation at hand. She attempted to talk down the criminals, a futile endeavor, but it provided enough of a distraction for Valor to sweep in and rescue the hostages. The whole scenario was anticlimactic by superhero standards and resolved much quicker than either of them expected.

“Sooo, coffee?” Valor suggested, hopefully.

The blonde responded with a smirk and a shake of her head, used to this line of questioning from him following a rescue.

“Ok, no coffee…. How about dinner?” He tried again.

“Valor…” Supergirl sighed. They’ve talked about this before. It was better this way—being crime-fighting partners and nothing more. It was safer to leave their personal lives separate from their superhero lives, even if that means not truly knowing the person you fight alongside.

“Ok, ok,” he conceded, throwing his hands up in the air. “Can’t fault me for trying. Until next time.” And with a flourished bow, he was gone.

Blushing, Supergirl was only slightly ashamed to admit she was looking forward to the next criminal strike.


 

 *I’ll also be posting this to FF.Net eventually…haha

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For the Love of Rao!!

 Based on prompts…. This is just a taste bc i’m tired and old and need to go to bed ;)

Supergirl AU: Kara and Mike are roomates who have no idea the other are their superhero teammate….

Beep, Beep, Beep, Kara was awake before her alarm went off, but she waited for the noise before moving from her bed, as she had been led to believe schedules existed for a reason. She took the extra moments to stretch and relax and enjoy the quiet before the storm. The “storm” was quiet now, but there was no knowing what would set him off today…

‘Good morn—“ she started to say into an empty kitchen. A dirty kitchen. The Storm had apparently worked a late shift at the bar and had been too tired to clean up after himself. The counter was littered with half-emptied boxes of Chinese take-out and melted ice-cream… Kara didn’t know if she was more upset over the mess or the waste of food as some pot-stickers sounded mighty tasty, even at 7:00 am…

Reluctantly, she began to fill the dishwasher with the aftermath of her roomates’s mess, all the while questioning whether she really needed the extra income…. Ultimately, it was the picture of herself and her sister and their parents on the mantel that reminded her what she was working for. She could handle a couple horrible roomates if it meant keeping her family close together.

Life eventually emerged from her roomate’s room while she was cleaning, in the form of a scantly clad women who was clearly embarrassed upon being discovered by her lover’s young, blonde roommate. Kara smiled at the shy brunette who smiled back and then grabbed her coat and quickly shut the front door behind her. Was that 47 or 48? Kara mused to herself as she finished up the dishes. She silently admired the girl for running out before she got too attached. Kara has seen too many girls coming back days later, begging for a second chance when it was clear they were only invited to a one-night event. Drama, drama, drama. Honestly, if she didn’t need the money, she would have gotten rid of that boy long ago…

The man of her musings chose that moment to come out of his room, wearing nothing but sex-hair and boxers.

“Oh, damn, Kara! Sorry,” he sputtered while grabbing the first shirt he saw and quickly putting it on, backwards. “I didn’t think you’d be home this morning.”

“Well, it is 7 AM on a Tuesday, which is a typical work day for most humans,” Kara spat, ironically, making sure to maintain eye-contact and not glance further south.

Mike scratched his head and laughed awkwardly, muttering something about how “it’s 5’o’clock somewhere, or it’s always sunny someplace, blah, blah, blah” and ending with some bartender cliché that she honestly didn’t even pay attention to because she was still too irritated at the mess in front of her, and too distracted by the half-naked man-child to do anything about it.

It wasn’t until the local news on the TV started broadcasting a report of a hostage situation developing at the National City Bank that either people in the room made a move considered action.

“Oh! I just got a big scoop on a story, um, I need to head out…” Kara made a show of scrambling to grab her belongings before running out the door.

“I, um, have…stuff too….” Mike managed to sputter while Kara was already half-way out the door.

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@busysciencegeek @mon-kai-el  Shall I continue?

THE MIGHTY CAPTAIN MARVEL #7 

Margaret Stohl (W), Michele Bandini (A), Elizabeth Torque ©

* Secret Empire tie-in!

* Captain Marvel makes her last stand against the Chitauri fleet’s onslaught!

* But with Alpha Flight all but out of commission, things look grim…

* Can Carol and her band of sisters turn back The Chitauri?

32 pages, $3.99.

Headcanon Masterpost!

Here you go folks, as promised! Remember, any and all ideas for this blog are for anyone to use. I will however ask you to please tag me in any artwork or fanfiction based off of any of these ideas. You don’t have to give me credit, but I do love seeing what you guys do based on them!

This Masterpost will be updated every month and reblogged every month, with new additions in the month in bold.

Musings of a Hunter:

What Exactly Is Void? (6/29/2016)

The Taken Guardian Expansion (4/1/2016)

The Taken Guardian Questline (2/4/2016)

The Library (1/24/2016)

Movement (1/6/2016)

Mini Musings:

Differentiable Exos (4/27/2016)

Our Alternate Timeline (3/27/2016)

What Is That Stuff in Omolon Guns? (3/10/2016)

Weird Headcanons of the Day:

Ouros and Zavala as Titan Mom and Titan Dad (7/16/2016)

Guardians Livestreaming (7/6/2016)

Guardians and Aging (6/29/2016)

Vex Radiolaria as Psychoactive Drugs (6/23/2016)

Cayde and His Horn (6/10/2016)

Light and Darkness and Taken Guardians (6/7/2016)

Exos Knocking Heads (and boots too) (6/1/2016)

Engrams… BUT ALSO RUBIK’S CUBES WHAT (5/31/2016)

Solar Types Are Lowkey Stars (5/22/2016)

Make Sure to Feed Your Guardians Ten Times a Day (5/19/2016)

The Traveler is Actually Bernie Sanders (5/4/2016)

Ryūjin no ken wo kūrae! (4/28/2016)

Freddie Mercury is a God (But We All Knew That) (4/12/2016)

Warlocks Givin’ Dat Good S U C C (4/9/2016)

Ra-Ra-Rasputin.amv (4/7/2016)

Cute Embarrassed Robots (3/28/2016)

Fireteam Egg-Box (3/24/2016)

Oryx, Oh Oryx, I Wish Upon Thee… (1/25/2016)

All Guardians Are Lowkey Dorian Grey (1/23/2016)

Random Art Ideas of the Day:

Petra Venj, Petra Venj, Petra Venj is a Mighty Woman (7/25/2016)

Living Room Routine? LIVING ROOM ROUTINE. (7/10/2016)

Kamikaze Sparrow (6/28/2016)

Guardians and Ghosts Cuddling (6/9/2016)

Eh, I’ve Heard Better. (6/4/2016)

A Cute Date (5/28/2016)

Stand By For Titan Fall (5/27/2016)

Hello, It’s Your Friendly Neighborhood Gunslinger, Looks Like It’s a Case of Hiiiiigh Noooon. (5/22/2016)

I Got My Ticket For My Head Blown Off (5/21/2016)

Some Things That Probably Happened:

You Could CHARGE Him With Insubordination, Part Three (8/1/2016)

You Could CHARGE Him With Insubordination, pt. 2 (5/2/2016)

HAPPY FOURTH YA NERDS (and then some) (6/4/2016)

Don’t Bite The Hand That Feeds Your Nuclear Weapons (5/4/2016)

RASPUTIN WHAT’S GOOD (5/4/2016)

You Could CHARGE Him With Insubordination (5/2/2016)

That Cayde-6 is a Discount Nathan Fillion (4/25/16)

Cayde-6 Figuring Out Some Nuts and Bolts (4/25/16)

Eris Doing Some Trash Talking (4/23/2016)