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I’ve done about a billion (4) versions of this design. This shows my two final color schemes - one is a colorful flat version and the other is a scary horror version :D Which do you prefer?


I miss you these days.

anonymous asked:

Peter has to save Tony from a super bad situation and Tony's both proud of Peter and upset with himself for needing it, like he let Peter down. Also Peter was really scared because Iron Man is supposed to be invincible and the realization that he's not hits him hard, which makes Tony feel worse.

So I might’ve gotten carried away because this is over 2,000 words, oops. But I’m super proud of itttt I hope you guys love it. I’m not really satisfied with the ending but I’ve been sitting here staring at it about 20 minutes now so I’m just gonna post it. 

They hadn’t been prepared for a fight.

Mr. Stark had started meeting with Peter once a month to discuss things with him; they got ice cream or walked around Central Park, or hung out in the compound. It was nice.

They had been out getting burgers together. Mr. Stark was smiling and interrupting Peter’s stories excitedly, and congratulating him on various crimes stopped, and that was nice.

And then Mr. Stark froze in the middle of a sentence, looking past him at something.

And then Mr. Stark was diving around the table and pushing Peter to the ground, covering him with his body, and there was an explosion and screaming and the crinkling of breaking glass. “Stark,” Peter heard someone growl, felt the man above him tense up. His ears were ringing with too much sound, and he wished he had the muffling qualities of his mask right now. Mr. Stark glanced over his shoulder, his eyes widening, and then he had grabbed Peter’s shoulders and rolled, kicking a table in front of them as a flash of something bright and fast snapped against where they had just been. Peter didn’t have long to wonder how Mr. Stark had the strength to roll with him before he was being pulled to his feet and shoved back towards a building, where civilians were beckoning other civilians inside.

“Go, kid, go hide.”

“But Mr. Stark, I can help!”

“You don’t have the suit with you, Spidey. I’ve got this, leave this to the adults, now go.”

“You don’t have your suit either!” Peter flinched, barely able to react in time and pull Mr. Stark out of the way when the glowing whip came down again. Mr. Stark cursed wildly, before grabbing his shoulders tightly and looking him dead in the eye. Peter would’ve been lying if he said that didn’t scare him.

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To Robin Williams:

I still remember the moment I read that you had passed with such clarity. I spent so much time checking hundreds of sources just to confirm that it was real and that you weren’t just another victim of a celebrity death hoax. When I realized that it was true, I cried. And then I cried some more. And then I cried myself to sleep. From the moment I knew what an actor was and that I could have a favorite one, you were it. RV was the first movie I owned that was actually mine, that I could keep in my room and people had to ask my permission to borrow it and watch it. Hook was one of my favorite movies ever growing up as a child, and Jumanji used to scare the hell out of me before I realized how cool it was. Now I watch it every time it’s on TV.

For the longest time, I wondered how someone so funny and so seemingly happy could really be in such a dark place, but over the past year, I have finally begun to understand it. We make people laugh because it is easier to save someone else than it is to save yourself. It wasn’t hard for you to get an audience laughing because you did an impression or made a joke and the crowd was on their feet, but that wouldn’t work with you, would it? You were just Robin Williams and that didn’t help you like it helped the world. And often, people see that mask you wear and assume it’s who you really are, and they don’t care to take the time to see that you might be hurting on the inside too. You want to scream out for help but feel the need to keep this happy image everyone knows of you. That’s not easy. John Green talks a lot about imagining people complexly and the dangers of assuming that “a person is more than a person” and I think you are a perfect example of the consequences the world faces when we fall into that. We imagined you as a comedic genius and forgot that you were just a person.

When I was little, I made two lists of famous people I wanted to meet- one list of all the living, and one list of the dead. You were high on the list, I remember that, and it broke me up to think that I would have to move your name to the other list and that I had missed any real chance of ever meeting you. You taught me so much about making people laugh and how you can always be crazy because what’s the fun in being sane? From you, I learned that there is joy in being funny without being mean.

I’m sorry that we weren’t enough to brighten your world and bring you out of your dark place, but I know that ultimately, you are happier now than you were here, and I think that’s all any of us want anyway. I’ve been collecting all of your DVD’s now, picking some up at $5 flea markets and ignoring my brother when he tells me I’ll have to buy some pretty shitty movies in order to complete my collection. No matter how shitty a movie of yours could be, I will smile because you will be in it.

Bangarang, Robin. You are loved. Present tense.

By Your Side ~ Fred Weasley imagine

Hi! Can I request a fred weasley imagine where he and the reader are taking the poly juice potion to look like harry but fred doesn’t want the reader to take it but she convinces him she’ll be okay? And Professor Lupin is both her protector and father but instead of george getting hit can it be the reader? Just fluff and really long please Oh and if you can can you include the death eater attack at bill and fleur’s wedding? Thank you so much I love your writing!

Mentions of blood

~~By Your Side~~

You were scared.


That was an understatement.

You were terrified out of your mind. The order was moving Harry to the burrow, but to keep him safe, everyone was taking a Polyjuice Potion to look exactly like him, including you.

The twins walked in and you were relieved. You’ve known those two for as long as you can remember, and being around them always calmed your nerves. You went over to them, gave them each a hug, and stood by them.

As soon as everyone arrived, Professor Moody stormed into the room, and began to tell everyone the plan.

“Harry, you’re still underage, which means you’ve still got the Trace on you,” Mad-Eye said, looking over at him.

“The Trace?” Harry asked.

“You sneeze and the Ministry will know who wipes your nose. Point is, we have to use those means of transport the Trace can’t detect: brooks, thestrals, and the like. We’ll go in pairs. That way if anyone’s out there waiting for us – and I reckon there will be – they won’t know which Harry Potter is the real one.” Mad-Eye pulled out a bottle from his jacket.

“The real one?” Harry looked puzzled.

Moody opened the bottle with a mischievous grin. “I believe you’re familiar with this particular brew.”

“No! Absolutely not!” Harry argued, furrowing his brows.

After the argument, that was quickly ended by Hermione just ripping a piece of hair off of Harry’s head, everyone prepared to drink the potion.

“For those of you who haven’t taken Polyjuice Potion before, fair warning. It tastes like goblin piss,” Mad-Eye states, walking over to you, Fred, and George.

“Have a lot of experience with that, do you, Mad-Eye?” Fred joked, taking the potion from him.

Professor Moody gave him the angriest glare.

“Just trying to diffuse the tension,” Fred added awkwardly, taking a sip of the potion. You stifled a giggle and Fred gave you a quick wink in response that made your heart leap.

You didn’t always have a crush on Fred. You used to only see him as a friend. But slowly, you began to fall for him and his antics and pranks. The night you had detention with Umbridge when she was in charge, he comforted you and held you when you cried. He was always there for you.

“Come on, (Y/N). Bottoms up,” George said, handing you the potion after he had taken a sip.

You caught a whiff of the scent from the potion and gagged. You held your nose and quickly downed a sip of the concoction, shuddering as it went down. You passed it to the next person.

Finally, everyone had taken a sip, and morphed into Harry.

Everyone had stripped down and changed into clothes Harry would wear and Mad-Eye began pairing everyone up. You were paired to leave with your father, Remus Lupin.


It was time to leave, and you became scared again. You began to walk out of the house but someone grabbed your hand. You looked back and saw Harry.

Well, everyone looked like Harry.

“Who are you?” You asked.

“Are you (Y/N)?” the clone questioned back.

“Yes, who are you?” You repeated.

“It’s Fred!”

“Oh, hey, Freddie. Everything alright?”

“Yes, I’m fine… I just…uh…” he paused, looking down towards his feet.

“Be safe out there, yeah?” He murmured, placing a hand softly on your shoulder.

It was a weird yet sweet moment, considering you both looked like Harry. You gave him a smile.

“You, too, Freddie,” you said gently.

At the burrow…

On your way to the burrow, you were hit on the side of your head by one of the Death Eaters, leaving a nasty gash on the side of your face.

You were knocked out, and Remus had to apparate the two of you to the burrow. Remus stumbled into the house, holding you in his arms, tears running down his face.

“Bring her here,” Molly said, her hand shaking as she pointed to the couch. Remus gently laid you down on the sofa. He checked you neck for a pulse before letting out a sigh of relief.

“She’s alive,” he announced, holding onto your hand. Mrs. Weasley placed her hand on her chest. “I’ll go get some cloths,” she said, leaving the room.

Finally, everyone had arrived, the last two being Arthur and Fred.

The potion wore off on everybody as Fred walked into the house. He searched for your face, and his heart dropped when he saw you laying on the couch covered in blood.

“Oh, my god,” he mumbled, running to your side next to Remus. He took your other hand in his.

“(Y/N), please d-don’t be dead. There’s so much I haven’t told you. Get up, please,” Fred stammered, tears starting to well up in his eyes.

Fred liked you. Hell, Fred loved you. He loved how he could come to you whenever he was stressed and you’d be there for him, and he loved how you two would plan out pranks together. He loved you.

But, of course, he’d never tell you that.

“Fred, she’s okay. She’s just unconscious,” Remus interjected, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Was unconscious,” you croaked, opening your eyes. A smile grew on everyone’s faces.

As you tried to sit up, the pain in your head began to pound, causing you to wince.

“Woah, (Y/N), lay back down, darling. It was quite a hit you took,” Remus said, carefully laying you back down.

Your vision was blurry, but you looked over and saw Fred and that dashing smile of his.

And you were okay.


You sat at the table, allowing Mrs. Weasley to fix your wound, while Fred sat across from you, gazing at you.

“Alright, dear. All patched up,” Mrs. Weasley smiled, gently placing a hand on your uninjured cheek.

“Thank you, Mrs. Weasley,” you smiled back, putting your hand over hers.

She packed up her kit and left the room, leaving you and Fred alone.

“Glad you’re not dead, (Y/N),” Fred grinned.

“Well, me too,” you laughed. Fred laughed along.

“In all seriousness, (Y/N), I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“You’d probably be so lost. Who would help keep you out of trouble?” You teased, playfully shoving him.

“Oh, please. You’re the trouble,” he teased back, causing you to giggle.

He gazed at you as you laughed.

~A few days later…~

The passed days were calm, and today was Bill and Fleur’s big day: their wedding day.

You looked absolutely beautiful in your knee-length dress in your favorite color with flats to match.

The twins were helping set up the tent for the wedding, and you walked over to join them.

“You two need help?” You called out, walking closer to them.

Fred turned around and as soon as his eyes reached you, his jaw dropped. George quickly noticed his twin’s reaction and began to put the pieces together.

Before Fred could speak, George cut him off.

“Actually, yes, we do need help. Will you get those flowers and put them on the tables? I have to talk to Fred for a moment,” George said, pulling his brother aside. You gave him a thumbs up and walked off. George waited till you were out of earshot before speaking.

“Fred, correct me if I’m wrong, but it looks like you fancy (Y/N),” George smirked, turning behind him to look at you and back at Fred

“Well, you’d be wrong there, brother. We’re just friends,” he answered, glancing behind George.

“You sure don’t look at her like you’re ‘just friends’. You’re totally in love with her,”

“I am not! Even if I was, it’s not like she’d feel the same way. Why would she want to be with a git like me?”

“Freddie, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but
(Y/N) definitely likes you back,”

“How would you know?”

“She laughs at all your jokes, you two are always together when I’m not around, and bloody hell, Freddie, do you see the way she looks at you?”

Fred looked over George’s shoulder once more to catch a glimpse of you. He saw you smiling as you and Ginny we’re gathering up the bouquets of flowers, and smiled himself.

“Have you seen the way you look at her?” George added, waving his hand in front of Fred’s face.

“What do I do, Georgie?” Fred sighed. “I want to tell her, but what if she doesn’t feel the same?”

“Tell her at the wedding tonight. They’ll play a slow song, and you’ll ask her to dance, and then you’ll tell her. It’ll be perfect, trust me,” George ended, putting an arm around Fred.

“What if you’re wrong?” Fred asked, crossing his arms.

“Well, if I’m wrong, then the bloody world will end, because I’m never wrong,” George quipped with a grin.

“Ooh, I guess it’s time to kiss the world goodbye,” Fred retaliated with a smirk.


The wedding was beautiful and it was time for the reception. Everyone danced to the music that played and all was well.

You saw Fred and George standing off to the side and you quickly ran over to them.

“What are you two doing?! It’s a party! Come dance!” You shouted, yanking on both of them.

The twins exchanged a look before turning back to you.

“Actually,” George began. “I have to go-uh-check on something. But, Freddie here is completely and totally available.” George shoved Fred towards you, causing your bodies to be pressed up right against each other.

Fred’s cheeks began to turn red, and so did yours. He turned to glare at George, who gave him a wink and a thumbs up.

“Come on, be my dance partner, Freddie!” You smiled, taking his hand and leading him to the dance floor.


After an eternity of joyous party songs, the band finally played a sweet and slow song.

You looked up at Fred but quickly looked away as soon as you felt heat rise up your cheeks.

Fred jokingly cleared his throat and dramatically held out his hand, getting down on one knee.

“(Y/N), may I have this dance?” He said loudly, gazing up at you.

You let out a giggle. “Why, of course!” You responded, following his joke, and placing your hand in his.

He stood up and placed an arm around your waist as you wrapped yours around his neck.

Fred suddenly smiled.

“What’s so funny, Freddie,” you asked, a small smile growing on your face.

“Oh, nothing’s funny. I’m just remembering the first time we’ve done this,” he answered, pulling you slightly closer to him.

“At the Yule Ball. I remember that,” you grinned, reminiscing in the memory. “My date ditched me for that Slytherin girl and you swooped in like a hero.”

“God, I don’t know what you saw in that guy,
(Y/N)! He was so… How do I put this gently? Obnoxious.” Fred divulged.

“Oh, like you’re not obnoxious!” You teased.

“Well, yeah, but when I do it, it’s cute,” Fred responded with a smirk. You let out a laugh and placed your head on his chest.

“Yeah, that guy was a mistake.” You stated.

A smile grew on Fred’s face. He looked up and saw George across the room making kissy faces towards you and Fred.

“What if I had asked you to the ball?” Fred asked.

“That would have been magical,” you smiled to yourself.



The two of you quietly swayed to the music for a bit. Fred broke the silence after a few moments had passed.

“(Y/N)? Can I tell you something?” Fred began to summon up courage.

“Of course, Freddie. What is it?” You lifted your head off of his chest to look him in the eyes.

He felt his heart leap as your eyes locked. He cupped your face with his hands, not breaking eye contact.

“(Y/N), I-I’m in love you,” he stammered.

Your cheeks turned completely red, but a wide smile grew on your face. “Are you really?” You asked, trying to process everything.

“No, I’m Fred. But I really do love you.”

You let out a soft giggle. Fred’s hands moved from your face back to your waist as you placed a hand on his cheek.

“I-I love you, too, Fred.”

Fred let out a sigh of relief and pulled you into a tight embrace. Your arms were around his neck and he spun you around, making you laugh.

When you both pulled away, you locked eyes. Slowly, the two of you started to lean in. You could feel his breath on your skin as you got closer and closer. Your lips were about to touch before there was a loud crashing sound behind you, causing you both to stop. Fred quickly pulled you closer to him and away from the sound.

The crash was caused by a blue orb in the center of the room. Everyone was dead silent as they watched it.

“The Ministry has fallen…” the orb spoke. “The Minister of Magic is dead… They are coming… They are coming…”

The orb then disappeared and everyone began to panic.

That’s when it happened.

Death Eaters started crashing into the tent. They attacked the people, set the room on fire, and did anything they could to cause havoc.

People pushed and shoved to escape. You held on to Fred, making sure you didn’t lose him in the crowd.

“(Y/N), go! Get out of here, please!” Fred begged, taking out his wand to fight back.

“No! I’m not leaving with out you! You’ll be killed!” You cried, keeping a tight grip on his arm.

“Fred! Get out of here! Both of you!” Remus shouted to him.

“Keep her safe!” Remus looked at Fred and then you. Fred nodded and grabbed your hand.

“Wait! Dad!” You called out, but he couldn’t hear you.

Fred quickly apparated the two of you to his room in the burrow.

“I have to go back! I have to help him!” You began to make your way towards the door.

Fred grabbed your hand. “(Y/N), I told him I’d keep you safe. I can’t let you go out there,”

“Fred, let me go!”


“I can’t just let him die!” You cried. You slumped back down onto the floor, crying into your knees. Fred sat down in front of you, lifting your chin up so that you were facing him.

He wiped away the hot tears that streamed down your face, cupping your face in his hands.

You gazed into his eyes as he started to get closer to you. “Everything will be okay,” he murmured softly, resting his forehead against yours. He lifted your chin up once more and brought your face closer to his. You felt his breath against your face again before feeling his lips brush against yours.

Suddenly, your lips met. You placed a hand on his cheek, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. The kiss lasted for what seemed like an eternity. You both finally pulled away, gazing at each other for a moment.

“I love you, (Y/N),” Fred whispered.

“I love you, too, Freddie.”

“(Y/N)!” Said a sudden voice. Then, you recognized the voice.

“Dad…” you said quietly. You both ran out of the room. You ran down the stairs and immediately into your father’s arms.

“I’m so glad you’re safe,” Remus said, holding you close to him. “Thank you, Fred.”
Fred gave a respectful nod.

You pulled away from the hug, looked back at Fred, and smiled.

All was well.

~The End~
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