still have no idea what in the heck i am doing with this colouring style

Work your magic? - Pietro x Reader

You were roused from the library by Clint’s shouts and screams of your name. racing through the corridors you found your way to the voices and Banners Lab. “what is it?” you asked before your face paled, you saw a man laying unconscious on the bed, blood pouring from the multiple holes in his torso.

“I don’t suppose you could work your magic, could you?” Clint panted as Natasha helped him stand. A few years ago you were involved in a little… ‘accident’ with Bruce which left you, somehow with healing powers. Your brother Tony had gone crazy at him and almost caused him to hulk out but luckily you managed to calm the both of them down however ever since, Tony had been particularly protective of you hence the reason he didn’t allow you on the mission to Sokovia.

You rushed to the mans side and looking at his injuries, knowing that if you did this - when you did this you would cause some damage to yourself too (you had used your powers enough now to understand them a bit better) “Please, y/n” Clint sounded more tired than he did before and it snapped you out of your thoughts. Laying your hands on his chest slightly you concentrated as you felt his skin healing over the holes that were once there and eventually you heard his gasp of breath and felt him move to sit up but, as he did, you fell backwards and hit the floor hard hearing Tony shout your name as you blacked out.


You awoke in your bed, Tony by your side holding your hand however was snoring snoring slightly as he rested his head on your arm. You chuckled softly and nudged him awake, he looked up with his eyes still half closed and his hair his signature mess. “oh so your up then” ha joked and rubbed his eyes a bit to wake himself up more, “how you feeling pebbles”

“not too bad bam-bam” you laughed at your childhood nicknames, when you were little the two of you were quite fond of the Flintstones so your mother started using the nicknames and they just kinda stuck. He stood up and helped you sit up and asked JARVIS too call Bruce to come and check you over.

You chuckled at the memory and moved to the edge of your bed, attempting to stand up.

“nah ah ah, your not going anywhere” he attempted to push you back down. “you need to be better for the party in a few days.”

“What party?” you looked at him confused as Bruce came in

“Just a little affair, give the team a break after the battle you know?” you nodded and directed you attention to Bruce at last,

“how long have I been out?”

“only 48 hours, don’t worry” Bruce smiled at you kindly before going through a few routine checks, “how are you feeling, y/n?”

“perfectly fine, thank you”

“do you feeling like getting up and about?, I know a few people who want to both meet and thank you. Do you fancy coming down to the party maybe too”

“I don’t know, I mean, I didn’t exactly help out did i? besides I’m not actually a part of the team”

“oh shut it missy, you’re my sister and you are part of the team so if your are feeling up to it I may or may not have got you a new dress” he smiled as you beamed up at him and stood, wobbling slightly before pulling him into a hug.

You made your way down the stairs and slowly towards the door to the library when a rather happy Natasha crushed you into a hug . “Thank god your okay” she beamed at you “Clint was so worried about you after he asked you to save Pietro”

“Pietro, so that’s his name” the question of the mans name had puzzled you since you had woken up, that and if you had managed to heal him. You could see that Natasha was about to speak when you felt a cold breeze and hands on your shoulders.

“You are the one that helped me, no?” you turned to face the accented voice to see one of the most gorgeous men  you had ever seen. Sure you had seen him when you healed him but now he wasn’t covered in bruises and blood he sure did look a damn sight better.

“ye-yes I am” you smiled at him but mentally cursed yourself for messing up. Yes, you were a Stark but you did not seem to inherit the flirtatious trait that was so commonly known in your brother.

“I’ll leave you two to introductions” you could hear Natasha holding back laughter as she walk off towards the  training room.

“I guess I owe you a thank you, y/n yes?”

“mm yea that’s me” you chuckled nervously, “and it was nothing, any friend on Clint’s is a friend of mine”

“it couldn’t have been nothing, you were out for two days - is there a way I could thank you?” the idea of him asking you on a date sprang to mind but, you had never been on a date… ever! To be quite honest you had never had your first kiss either, you were shy in high school too and you still are now.

“There’s no need, honestly I was just playing my part. I should leave you to your training or whatever” you made quick excuses and turned slowly and managed your way into the library without getting dizzy.

The next few days involved you sitting in either Bruce’s lab or the library, still recovering from the damage that healing Pietro caused to you. Speaking of Pietro, the excuses he came up with to somehow be around you were starting to get a bit ridiculous, they started out reasonable like 'just wanting to help out’ or asking Bruce to help him and his sister to understand what strucker actually did to them but now they were things like, 'just observing’ or investigating how shield worked but really, you saw him paying more attention to you then anything he actually asked about. You had thought this over multiple times and still were as you walked down the stairs the party. The dress Tony had bought you was a (colour) 1940’s party style dress and it was gorgeous, you smoothed out the skirt as you reached the end of the staircase before looking around the packed room. Seeing Tony and Steve by the bar you made your way over, dodging the seemingly countless people that had been invited, “ah there’s my girl” Tony smiled and hugged you, “but I gotta leave you with the cap there’s some… urgent business I need to attend to over there” you followed his direction of sight and saw two blondes laughing on the other side of the room. You cringed and turned to Steve as he left,

“I apologise for my brother” you smiled at him and he chuckled slightly,

“its fine, you should see him on missions sometimes” you laughed slightly - you always felt so relaxed around Steve; he was probably your best friend. “I love your dress by the way” you blushed and looked down, of course the 1940’s

“thank you Cap” you smiled slightly, “you don’t look half bad your self” you finally looked back up at him and saw him gazing at you,

“I don’t suppose I could get you a drink somewhere a bit less crowded could i?” he asked, his hand was moving slightly towards your waist but before you knew it a heavenly accented voice was by your ear.

“sorry, I need to steal her for a moment” before you could register what was going on Pietro had his arms round your waist and was racing you off somewhere away from the masses of people. When he placed you down the world around you span and you had to grab his arms in order to stay upright. After you had finally caught up with the world you looked around to find yourself in the library - a concerned Pietro looking at you, “you okay?”

“what the heck Pietro? What was that?”

“no one flirts with the girl I want” with that he kissed you lightly but when you didn’t kiss back he pulled away, “you like the captain, don’t you” the truth was you liked Pietro too but you couldn’t kiss - you didn’t know how!

“no its not like that, I just… I’ve never kissed anyone before” you blushed furiously and looked away as you heard him laugh

“come, princessa let me teach you.” he pulled your face gently to look at him and kissed you again this time you melted into his touch and carefully kissed back, feeling him smiling against your lips. “I love your kisses” he chuckled, “I love you, y/n.”


hey you know what was a cool idea

[this] was a cool idea.  tattoos appearing spontaneously on the body as life goes on and events impact you?? heck yeah

I actually drew Locus first but i got distracted and I finished Felix first so… uh yeah.  i am weak.

i kind of feel in an au like this, Felix is ironically a little more blank than expected because very few people in his life impact him significantly?? and once he’s done with people those marks quickly fade because he honestly doesn’t care too much about them.  idk i may be interpreting this au wrong, plz feel free to correct me.

anywho, so like we have the unsc logo for military service, scarred out but stubbornly remaining still bc he left the service buut the war and everything was probably a terribly lasting thing influencing his life thereafter.  we got the green star for locus, the butterflies for kimball (bc she’s still alive), and i took some liberties with some ambiguous red-black mark for his job for charon, the name his mother gave him in faded gold on the back of his neck, and the ugly crack on his left that he hates bc like it or not i guess the captains made their mark on him.

im not creative enough for tattoo design and stuff, so i’m gonna ambiguously say he probs has more of his life story told in tattoos on the unseen side of him.  imagine things, go wild. tell me what else you’d think he would have - and what others would have on them?

also wanted to try a different drawing/colouring/arting style different from how i usually drew things?  no heavy lineart this time and everything in grey. eyy

inevitable downward spiral into some sort of series of drawings?


also: warning, potential freelancers inbound, but like, weeks later bc i am slow and easily distracted.

A Very Merry Poe-mas

Merry Christmas @wolfspirit103! It is I, your Secret Santa, and here is your Christmas Present! Hope you like it! 


Or, HG and Annabel are in love with Christmas decorations, Edgar and Lenore have their doubts

“Since when did Edgar become so invested in Christmas decorations?” Lenore grumbled, stacking boxes on top of each other and passing them to Annabel. “I’ve never seen these boxes in my life.”

“I don’t know,” Annabel put the boxes on the attic floor and took the next pile from her friend. “But he’s just left with HG to go to the market.”

“The market?” Lenore’s forehead crumpled in confusion. “I doubt Edgar knows where the market is. What does he need from the market?”

“He wouldn’t tell me, he said it was a secret.” Annabel couldn’t hide her smile. “Isn’t it just wonderful?!”

“We don’t even know what it is yet.” Lenore opened one of the boxes and peered in. “It’s literally just a ton of coloured tin and glass balls.”

She picked up a green tin snowflake and inspected it cautiously before passing it to Annabel so she could take a look at the curious little ornament for herself.

“Oh, it’s beautiful,” she sighed.

“You’d say that if I passed you one of Edgar’s mangled ravens.” Lenore rolled her eyes and picked up the boxes again. “Come on, let’s get these downstairs before the others come back. I want to know what’s going on.”

“Lenore! Annabel! We’re- oh, you’re already here-“ Edgar poked his head into the study, where both lady ghosts were unpacking the abundance of glass ornaments and laying them out along the bookshelves. Edgar’s study had been transformed into a bizarre Christmassy shrine.

Annabel beamed at Edgar, Lenore had expertly draped her with fine tinsel and she stood in the centre of the room, trying her hardest to balance the silver garlands on her head and shoulders.

“Where’s HG?” Lenore asked, helping Annabel out of her spangled accessories.

“Right here-” A voice called from the hallway and HG’s face appeared next to Edgar’s. “If I could just get some help with the tree-”

“The tree?” Lenore asked, walking into the corridor to see for herself.

“Uh, yes. They’re extremely popular back in Great Britain, you see, well, in fact, the tradition originated in Germany many many years ago but-”

Annabel followed Lenore into the hallway where both were stopped in their tracks at the sight of a magnificent fir tree laying on its side in Edgar’s front porch.

“What the actual heck…” Lenore breathed. “Edgar, this tree is taller than you!”

“This was all HG’s idea.” Edgar protested. “My intention was simply to buy a roasted nut loaf.”


“For Christmas Day,” He added. “Annabel doesn’t eat meat.”

“I don’t!” Annabel supplied cheerfully. “I think that the tree is a great idea!”

“That’s what these decorations are for.” Edgar swept the glass ornaments off of his precious bookshelves and back into their boxes. “HG has been making them for weeks.”

“You made these?” Lenore asked incredulously. “Seriously?”

HG nodded and continued his hauling of the tree through the hallway, he was quickly joined by the others who helped him drag the snow-coated tree into the corner of the study.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Lenore asked, watching HG balance atop a ladder, fiddling with several wires. She was feeding one of the wires into a hole in the wall and using her other  hand to keep the ladder stable. “The tree looks great, honestly. That’s all we need to do - Annabel is trying to persuade Edgar to help her make popcorn garlands.”

“I want to make it perfect…” He muttered, tentatively connecting one wire to another.

Lenore sighed and sat on the bottommost step of the ladder, spreading her skirts out. She looked up at HG, who was wearing his trademark half-smile, with his goggles balanced precariously on his head.

“I just don’t want you to get hurt…” She said dejectedly.

“Lenore,” HG suddenly spoke softly, and he made his way down the ladder, taking her hand and leading her to a seat. He looked at her for a minute, his face more solemn than Lenore had ever seen it before. “I am already dead.”

There was a silence - and for a moment, HG worried that he had attempted to make a joke and failed miserably, instead offending Lenore - but then a massive grin spread across her face and she burst out laughing.

“Did you just use one of my own catchphrases against me?” She asked between her laughter.

“I– Well, I suppose I did,” He smiled.

“Fine, we can string lights up - but only if I can turn them on.”

“Edgar, are you okay?” Annabel asked. “Do you need some help?”

“I’m completely capable of doing it myself.” Edgar said obstinately, pricking himself with a needle and cursing under his breath. “How do you get these things to go through?”

“You’re just trying to hard,” Annabel took his hands and guided the needle through the popcorn easily. “See? Simple.”

Edgar grumbled to himself as Annabel returned to her own garland, which was ten times the size of Edgar’s pitiful attempt.

Edgar looked at Annabel after they had been silently threading for two minutes. A smile played across her face as she added more and more popped corn from HG’s contraption onto the string. Edgar watched her fingers dart around each piece with a fluidity he never imagined she could posses. He would have to add that to his list of Annabel’s talents.

482. Expert Popcorn Garland Creator

Annabel glanced up from her crafting and smiled at Edgar.

“Is this not really your kind of activity?”

“Not really, no.” Edgar said, relieved he had been asked a straight question instead of having to spin out a lie.

“Perhaps you could write something Christmassy?”

“That’s not really my style.”

Annabel shrugged, holding up her garland and taking a quick look at Edgar’s.

“Perfect! They’re just the right length!”

They weren’t. But saying otherwise would have been incredibly rude of Annabel.

“I don’t suppose we could find the others? I think HG wants us to take a photograph.”

“Is he still harping on about his caméra? We get that it works! He doesn’t need to keep-”

“A picture of us, Edgar. Of all four of us. I think he wants to send one to Oscar, and to Ernest also.”

“Ugh, really?”

“And according to Lenore, people are saying that Mary Ann has been brought back, along with Agatha.”

Edgar groaned, picturing the amount of time and effort taking the photographs would take, Edgar was a busy man! He had writing to perfect!


But how could he say no to Annabel?

“Edgar, you are literally stood right in front of me-”

“No, you’re stood right behind me!”

“It’s the same thing! Can you move?”

“I bought the tree, I should be the one in the middle.”

“Yeah, but I put up with you wanting to put a raven on the top, so I should be in the middle.”

“Well no, with that logic, all three of you would have to be in the middle and that’s just ridic-”

Annabel and HG watched their two friends bicker over the positions they would stand in for their Christmas photograph for a full twelve minutes until Annabel interjected.

“Maybe nobody should be in the middle,, Edgar and I will go on one side of the tree, Lenore and HG can go on the other!”

After a grumble from both original residents of Edgar’s home, they shuffled into position as HG prepared his camera.

“On the count of six point five…” HG ran into position next to Lenore and awkwardly pushed an intruding tree branch out of his face before his camera flashed.

“Merry Christmas,” He looked at the Lenore happily after the photograph was taken successfully and kissed her on the forehead.

“Merry Christmas, HG.”