#nixies aesthetic
For@onemuseleft, Who won one of my @marveltrumpshate Auctions. This the fifth of eight aesthetics, I’ll be making for Muse, for MTH 2020!
Steve Rogers x Tony Stark - Service Dog AU.
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Title:Law Professors Find Love.
Pairing: Padme Amidala x Satine Kryze.
Rating: Teen +
Description: Law professors edition of enemies to grudging friends to secret lovers to happily ever after while trolling their students about still disliking one another.
Square Filled: I-2 / Teacher AU
A/N & Image Credits: Images found with google and pexels. Need more w/w ships, so I’m being the change I’d like to see.
Created for @anyfandomfluffbingo
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For@aquatigermice, Who won one of my @marveltrumpshate Auctions. This the third of six aesthetics, I’ll be making for Aqua, for MTH 2021!
Steve Rogers x Tony Stark x Bucky Barnes - Mermaid AU.
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For@onemuseleft, Who won one of my @marveltrumpshate Auctions. This the forth of eight aesthetics, I’ll be making for Muse, for MTH 2020!
Steve Rogers x Tony Stark - Haunted House.
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For@anakin-rarepairs-week, Day 5 : Stranded/Trapped/Forced Conversation | Single Dad AU/Family AU |ABO:Heat/Rut at the worst moment - Qui-gon Jinn x Anakin Skywalker x Obi-wan Kenobi: Model/Bodyguard AU.
Sometimes in life, the things you need the most come at the worst moments.
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Bingo Square: AU of Your Choice - Coffee Shop AU.
For the @cap-ironman Stony Bingo, Round 1 of 2022.
It’shardtoespressomyfeelingsforyou.
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For@phodoodle, who won one of my @marveltrumpshate 2020 Auctions. This is the seven of eight aesthetics, I’ll be making for Phoebe, so here you are!
The sound of T'Challa’s low, rich laughter bloomed warm in her chest. Yesterday, in the company of Sam and his sister Sarah, she appreciated their dynamic more than felt jealous of their closeness. Today, however, listening to her brother’s voice, seeing something tall and leafy blowing in the wind behind his head, produced a few pangs of homesickness. Leaning a little heavier against the wall behind her, Shuri scanned the cafe. Wakanda had many establishments like it; she used that familiarity to push back encroaching ennui.
“I have appreciated the images you sent, particularly that red barn —so quaint and quintessentially American.”
“I know, right?”
“I was surprised, but pleased to see that Peter Parker and the young woman I do not know were at the Avengers Facility to greet you. As I understand it, Peter is not active with the Avengers. He’s finishing up at University.”
Her brother reporting those mundane details gave Shuri pause, although she wasn’t yet sure why, “Riri Williams —she goes by Iron Heart. She’s like Peter in that she’s a protege of Stark’s.”“Yes, that makes sense,” T'Challa said.
What didn’t quite add up Shuri realized, rolling back the tape of her memory of Peter’s odd behavior at the Facility; his skittish, nervousness that never quite dissipated, compared with a sibling-like ease with Riri and nerdy nonchalance around Bucky and Sam. And here was her brother, admittedly someone whose job included keeping strategic tabs on the world’s shakers and movers, (especially empowered ones), aware of the minute details of a young person yet to win an official place on a (so-described) superhero team. Of course Shuri and T'Challa knew Parker’s masked identity, thanks to the war, but he wasn’t out to the world.
“Would you ever consider taking Peter Parker on as an R&D intern?” Shuri asked her brother on a whim. “He worked closely with Tony Stark before his passing.”
T'Challa squinted and placed a hand over his mouth the hologram, “Hmm. It’s an interesting proposition and one I’ve considered. His attachment to Queens and New York City is strong. Stark attempted to entice him to MIT, but Parker chose Empire State University to stay closer—“
“AH-HA!” Shuri shouted.
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For@phodoodle, who won one of my @marveltrumpshate 2020 Auctions. This is the six of eight aesthetics, I’ll be making for Phoebe, so here you are!
“On ice,” Shuri thought to herself.
It was a description, a phrase, a saying she knew, certainty. Sure, she’d grown up hot and warm —sun-touched and sun-loved— but Shuri knew ice. She was familiar with the mountains, the edge of Wakanda where the Jabari Tribe had long-ago retreated.
When necessary, Shuri wore knits and wools and furs to ward off the fingers of ice that would freeze her skin, pierce her sense of comfort, of warmth.
Shuri didn’t let ice go unchecked, unquestioned. She preferred her ice in a tray featuring sixteen rectangular slots. Under shrimps, beneath oysters, mussels, and surrounding clams, ice served a vital role. In a glass, ice appealed, partnered with citrus fruit and maybe CO2 —bubbly, icy, ephemeral delight.Ice was a treat, and ice could treat. It offered an antidote to bumps or scrapes or punches. As second child, daughter of royalty, Shuri had been taught how to protect herself with fists, a wooden staff, shooting weapons, her voice, and her brain. She was no stranger to ice wrapped in a soft cloth, pressed against her eye, elbow, knee.
No stranger but how shockingly, awfully, bone-rattlingly strange to look upon her brother’s —the King’s— dark body struck down, unmoving; laid out on ice.
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For@phodoodle, who won one of my @marveltrumpshate 2020 Auctions. This is the five of eight aesthetics, I’ll be making for Phoebe, so here you are!
Wandering from the kitchen, Ororo snagged an elephant-shaped watering and followed the line of plants situated in clusters around the windows. Not one window wore a shade, so the pinking sky sang to her heart, nearly equal to Stevie’s soulful grunting living just enough, just enough for the city, as she admired the view and her plants’ enthusiastic response. They seemed more buoyant than usual, leaves standing and shining like maybe they had something to say. Ororo tested the moisture level of the soil with a chopstick, watering some plants and skipping others. Usually, the plants who spent warmer weather on her small balcony grew the best, and certainly they were doing quite well, as far as Ororo could see, but these indoor plants weren’t too shabby in comparison.
“Hmm!” Ororo remarked, taking a sip of her coffee and smiling upon them. She couldn’t help feeling proud.
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For@phodoodle, who won one of my @marveltrumpshate 2020 Auctions. This is the forth of eight aesthetics, I’ll be making for Phoebe, so here you are!
Kamala Khan & Jubilation Lee - Friendship.
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For@phodoodle, who won one of my @marveltrumpshate 2020 Auctions. This is the third of eight aesthetics, I’ll be making for Phoebe, so here you are!
Sam Wilson & Bucky Barnes - Friends Comforting Friends.
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For@onemuseleft, Who won one of my @marveltrumpshate Auctions. This the third of eight aesthetics, I’ll be making for Muse, for MTH 2020!
Steve Rogers x Tony Stark - Space AU.
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For@aquatigermice, Who won one of my @marveltrumpshate Auctions. This the second of six aesthetics, I’ll be making for Aqua, for MTH 2021!
Thor Odinson x Loki Laufeyson - Space Vacation.
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For@phodoodle, who won one of my @marveltrumpshate 2020 Auctions. This is the second of eight aesthetics, I’ll be making for Phoebe, so here you are!
Shuri & Bucky Barnes - Friends sharing Food.
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For @aquatigermice, Who won one of my @marveltrumpshate Auctions. This the first of six aesthetics, I’ll be making for Aqua, for MTH 2021!
Steve Rogers x Tony Stark x Bucky Barnes - Pokémon AU.
Ao3.
Bucky had to admit, the scene playing out before him was adorable.
Tony’s newest addition to the tower, a rather rambunctious Cubone, was attempting to steal the TV’s remote from where Steve’s Charizard had moved it after Bucky had used it to put on Char’s favorite channel — the Food Network. What the little thing was planning to do with it, Bucky didn’t know, but it looked like whatever it was, Charizard wanted nothing to do with it.
The larger Pokémon was seated contently on the floor next to the armchair Bucky had claimed to work on his latest knitting project — a scarf for the little Cubone — and was using his tail to keep the little Pokémon from being able to climb up the couch to grab the remote.
“Not a fan of cooking shows, little guy?”
Bucky turned to smile brightly as Tony came waltzing into the living room of their personal floor, scrubbing a towel over his still wet hair as he shuffled over to where Bucky sat.
Quickly moving his project to the side, Bucky opened his arms just in time to catch Tony from where he’d climbed into his lap, and kept him dropping down roughly. “He doesn’t seem to be,” he answered, rearranging Tony till they were both comfortable. “But I think Char’s warming up to him.”
“Yeah?”
Bucky hummed, ducking his head to press a kiss to the crown of Tony’s head, before breathing in the fresh scent of vanilla and coffee. “He hasn’t used his tail to swat him away, just been gently nudging him back every time he tries to sneak his way over and up.”
Laughing lightly, Tony snuggled in further to Bucky’s bulk and heat. “Better than your Bulbasaur did then.”
“Hey! Bulba was great with him,” Bucky protests, laughing as he does.
“He nearly tried to shove Mewtwo out of a window!” Tony argued, shifting to mock glare at him. “If it hadn’t been for Steve, I’m pretty sure a fight would have broken out.”
Rolling his eyes, Bucky gave Tony’s waist a quick squeeze, “That’s just ‘cause Bulba wasn’t used to not having your full attention. And let’s not forget Mewtwo definitely didn’t make it easy for him either!”
“What are you two talkin’ about?”
Both their heads snapped around to see Steve coming in carrying grocery bags, Bucky’s Bulbasaur trailing behind him, carrying a few bags with his vines.
“About how Charizard is warming up to Cubone-”
“How Mewtwo and Bulba had a rather rocky start-”
Both of them began to answer at the same time.
Pausing to blink at them slowly, Steve turned to his Charizard and quirked an eyebrow at the larger Pokémon. Charizard in turn gave a gentle flap of his wings before breathing out a small puff of smoke from his snot. Nodding, Steve resumed moving towards the kitchen. “Alright then. Bulba and I are gonna put this away, can one of you two act like a mature adult for a few moments to order in some takeout? We had a rather strenuous workout at SHIELD and the store was a bit much, so I figure we deserve a bit of a treat.”
“Italian?” Tony asked, turning to press a kiss to Bucky’s cheek before climbing off his lap. Shuffling over, he pulled gently at Steve’s hoodie until he bent down and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Or Indian?”
“Indian,” Bucky called out his vote as he began pulling his knitting backout, sending a warm, loving smile to Steve, and a bright blinding one to Bulba before they finished passing through the living room. “Don’t forget to order extra-”
“Curry, I know, I know,” Tony teased as he followed Steve out of the room.
“Don’t forget to have FRIDAY call up Mewtwo from his meditation room,” Bucky yelled out as a reminder as he settled in to start working on his scarf once again.
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For@binaryeclipse, for the @obikins Discord Server Secret Santa! I hope you enjoy it, Izzy!
Prompt was: Oh no! There is only one bed!
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Relationship: Obi-wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker.
Fandom: Star Wars Prequels.
Rating/Warning: Teen+/No archive warnings apply.
Additional Tags: Obikin Secret Santa; Sharing a Bed; Alternate Universe - Modern Setting; Post-Break Up; Getting Back Together; Reunions; feelings are hard; Anakin Skywalker Needs a Hug; Obi-Wan Kenobi Needs a Hug; cursing; Hugging; Making Up; Angst with a Happy Ending; Happy Ending.
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For@captainneverever, Who won one of my @marveltrumpshate Auctions. This the first of six aesthetics, I’ll be making for Never, for MTH 2021!
Steve Rogers x Tony Stark - Avengers Assemble Inspired.
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It’s been a quiet few days, since they got back — or out of, is maybe the more apt term — from the other dimension or reality of them being villains and Steve can’t help but be glad for them.
Glad that it seems their villains, and the rest of New York, collectively agreeing to enjoy the peace for a short term.
Steve pulls the blanket he’d snagged on his way out to the sun room just off of the main bedroom, and settles it more evenly across his lap and legs before he settles back, squirming till he’s comfortable in the chaise lounge he’d claimed as his this morning to watch the sun rise.
He lets the serenity of the morning wash over him, as he watches the darkness give way to the first rays of the dawn. He smiles as his gaze flickers from the coming pinks and oranges, to the retreating purples and blues of the slowly fading night sky.
“Shouldn’t you still be sleeping?”
Turning his head, Steve feels a small, warm smile curl his lips up at the corners to see a sleep rumpled Tony standing just inside the room’s doorway. He sways there, mouth opening to let out a jaw cracking yawn before pulling the comforter he’d obviously pulled from there bed, more tightly around his shoulders.
“Shouldn’t you, sweetheart?” he asks in return, but begins shifting around nonetheless before beckoning Tony to him. “I’d have thought for sure you’d still be out until at least late morning.”
“Can’t sleep without my personal space heater,” he mumbles as he crosses the short room to curl up between Steve’s legs, snuggling into his soft sweater and tucks his face into the crook of his neck. “Got too cold to ignore you weren’t there,” he adds, his lips grazing softly against the sensitive skin of Steve’s neck.
He gives a soft laugh, gently moving Tony’s weight atop him as he does. Bringing his left hand up, he carefully, softly, curls it around Tony’s waist. Before bringing his right up, to slowly and gently card his fingers through Tony’s thick locks. “I’m sure if you’d waited another minute or two, you’d have passed out again,” he murmurs, dropping his head to press a kiss to the nearest part of Tony he could reach.
“No,” he argues, snuggling further into Steve’s bulk. “Can’t sleep without you anymore. Too cold.”
Grinning, Steve closes his eyes, breathing Tony’s scent — motor oil, dried sweat and just the barest hint of a mix of vanilla and orange — and lets his eyes flutter close.
They stay like that, wrapped up in one another for a long moment, before Steve lets his eyes open once again, head tilting back slowly so as to not jostle Tony — who’s now softly snoring in his arms — and goes back to quietly watching the morning come.
He knows this won’t last, knows mornings like these are few and far between one another, so he lets himself bask in the warm, soft feeling for now.
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