#Chekhov's Mug

[secretly-a-trekkie]

just two bros, some probably less than legally obtained takeout, and the effects of late stage capitalism

[transcarcinization]

she’s so big now

[bluetaho]

Yeah sure there's Chekhov's Gun but there's another specific secret thing nobody talks about which is

Chekhov's Animatic mug, which is the rule of if a character in an animatic is shown holding a mug/cup, that drink will be spat. In shock or hilarity. Sorry I don't make the rules

[pastafossa]

I'm re-reading TRT and was wondering if Jane still had the "brown teddy bear holding a plush crystal ball" from Foggy? From early on in the fic when she is saved by DD and in the hospital. These are the weird things I think about in fics that are long. The Chekhov's gun idea, not that the teddy is like a big plot point but ya know Jane actually having things that mean something to her in her life.

She does still have the bear from Foggy! It's indeed still one of the things she's slowly started collecting in New York that have meaning, that signify her living a real life with attachment and a home: the plush, the key, the mugs and the shirts, the photograph in a frame, impractical silk,

A lot of that has made its way over to her and Matt's place now, although a lot of stuff is still at her old apartment.

As for Chekhov's Gun... you're not wrong that I've sprinkled a ton of them around, and her stuff is a potential one. Becuase stuff, stuff, meaningful stuff.

Too much stuff? Just enough? How much of herself has been left as a clue?

We'll find out.

[besttropeveershowdown]

Brackets for Round 2

Brackets are done for Round 2! Side A polls will be out as soon as possible.

Side A

Side B

Side C

And a text list of matchups, because those images are incredibly low-quality:

Side A

Found Family vs. Foil

Decon-Recon Switch vs. Rousseau Was Right

Science is Good vs. Bait-and-Switch Tyrant

Badass Pacifist vs. Gambit Pileup

The Team vs. Moral Dilemma

But They Stayed In the Car vs. Outlaw Couple

Silly Rabbit, Cynicism is for Losers! vs. Have I Mentioned I Am Heterosexual Today?

Storyboarding the Apocalypse vs. In Medias Res

Fire-Forged Friends vs. Self-Inflicted Hell

Ragtag Bunch of Misfits vs. Unreliable Narrator

Everyone is Bi vs. Came Back Wrong

The Anti-Nihilist vs. Hurt/Comfort

Prophetical Semantics vs. True Companions

Magnificent Bastard vs. Genre Savvy

Minor Injury Overreaction vs. Grey-and-Gray Morality

Accidental Parental Figure vs. From Zero to Hero

Side B

Caper Crew vs. Team Pet

Five-Man Band vs. Shapeshifting Trickster

Dramatic Irony vs. Badass Bookworm

Crouching Moron, Hidden Badass vs. Unseen Evil

Punch-Clock Villain vs. Mama Bear

Enemy Mine vs. Guile Hero

Memory Gambit vs. Wham Line

Secret Identity vs. Mugged for Disguise

Road Trip Plot vs. Opposites Attract

Heel-Face Turn vs. Bavarian Fire Drill

Morality Pet vs. Tragic Villain

Battle Couple vs. Beware the Nice Ones

Hitman With a Heart vs. Friends to Enemies

Affably Evil vs. Chekhov's Gunman

Gentle Giant vs. Stupid Sexy Flanders

Sea Serpents vs. The Creon

Side C

The Dragon vs. Unreliable Expositor

Undying Loyalty vs. Precision F-Strike

Pragmatic Villainy vs. Tragic Bromance

Just You and Me and my GUARDS! vs. Lovable Rogue

Batman Gambit vs. Sapient House

Faux Affably Evil vs. Nice Job Fixing It, Villain!

The Gadfly vs. Beware the Silly Ones

You Are Better Than You Think You Are vs. Murder Is The Best Solution

Power of Friendship vs. Face Death With Dignity

Central Theme vs. Suspiciously Specific Denial

Setting as a Character vs. Cast Full of Gay

Stumbling Upon the Lost Wizard vs. Spare to the Throne

Reformed, But Not Tamed vs. King and Lionheart

Big Beautiful Man vs. Teeth-Clenched Teamwork

Intimate Haircut vs. Ambiguous Gender

Dating Catwoman vs. Even Evil Has Standards

[themissing-linc]

"And has adult Lia figured out she's pretty cool on her own?" Linc asked, warm smile peering over his coffee mug. Personally, he wouldn't return to high school for a million dollars-- he felt awkward enough now, but it was so much worse back then, the feeling that everything you did was embarrassing. "Hamlet sounds pretty cool," he agreed, laughing. "I appreciate that-- do you ever do Chekhov or any of the Russians? I love Uncle Vanya."

Linc smiled, pausing to take a drink of his coffee and press his palms flat against the table. He laughed, almost nervously, "I don't know about guts..." He shrugged, "I honestly don't think I would've done it, if not for Dante. And Isabel." Linc ignored the flurry of feelings let loose in his chest at mention of the band. They were his family once, and like Lia, always would be-- even if things were different now. "Thank you, though," he added, "There were a lot of good things about it."

His smile grew, "Of course I do, Lia. Don't be ridiculous." Linc leaned forward, intrigued, "Country? Who are your influences lately?" He'd never quite gotten into the genre, but Linc was definitely a Johnny Cash, Pete Seeger, John Prine kind of country fan. He could definitely appreciate the rich history. "Well, I wanna hear it. Whenever you're comfortable."

Linc was grateful for Lia's presence, and grateful for the quiet understanding that passed between them. She understood it, in the way Phoebe and Sebastian understood it. "Yeah, I..." he let out a breath. "It sucks, 'specially because he pretends it's not happening half the time, you know?" Linc lifted one shoulder in a shrug, smiling at Lia's squeeze. "There are good days, though. We hold onto those."

Letting go of a breath, Linc nodded. "Exactly. And I felt like I could never... predict what would be popular, you know?" he shrugged. "Not that it matters to me, really, but it always seemed to be my least favorite stuff that did well." He smiled, eyes dropping to the table and ears going warm at Lia's compliment. It meant a lot-- maybe the most-- coming from her, because she'd been such a big influence on his early pursuit of music at all.

"That's... geez, Lia, that's nice," he shook his head. "That's how I feel about your stuff, too, for the record," Linc tapped his foot against hers. "There's so much... noise out there. But you're really saying something." He smiled wistfully, "I always told D, if I start writing stuff just to write it, he had to make me quit."

Dahlia laughed at Linc’s “drama geek” comment, rolling her eyes playfully. “Yeah, well. Any chance high school! Lia had to pretend to be someone else, she sure took it,” she shook her head, a small self-deprecating smile on her lips as she took a sip of her coffee. High school had been tough, but friends like Linc had eased the strain. “We’ve got a modern twist on Hamlet coming up. You should definitely come see it. I promise I won’t make you watch anything pretentious.”

She nodded along, listening to Linc talk about LA. She could sense her friend’s internal turmoil about his life out west. “I bet. I can imagine LA can be… a lot. But it’s impressive you went for it. Not many people have the guts to chase their dreams like that.” She admired Linc’s bravery, even if it hadn’t panned out as he’d hoped. The ambition he described sounded exhausting, but she knew it was a part of the journey for many artists and it was also what often held her back from pursuing more.

When Linc expressed interest in her music, Dahlia could literally feel the fondness bubbling up inside her. It meant so much that he still even thought about her or her music. She’d always respected his musical talent and valued his opinion greatly. “Can’t believe you want to hear me play again, but I’ll definitely let you know when my next gig is,” she smiled, good-naturedly. “And yeah, I’ve been writing. My most recent song seems to be leaning more country than anything I’ve written before but it’s a fun experiment.”

As the conversation shifted to Linc’s dad and his mixed feelings about the music scene, Dahlia couldn’t help but relate. “I’m really sorry about your dad,” she said sincerely, placing a hand on his arm for comfort. Their fathers were very similar, hardworking blue collar men and so she could only imagine what seeing a man like that be stricken with an illness like cancer do to his son. “Life’s a bitch. But if you need anything just say the word.” She squeezed his arm once more and then released it. His feelings on music, she also could relate to.  “Music should be about putting a piece of your soul out into the universe and connecting with people,” she mused after a moment of thought. “It should be terrifying and overwhelming and raw – but the music business…” she trailed off with a smirk. “Well, you understand what that’s like better than anyone, I’m sure. But… that honesty is what makes your music special, Linc. Don’t lose that,” she paused, searching for the right words. “Even if it feels like the world is trying to push you in different directions, stay true to what you believe in. You’ve got something real, something authentic. Don’t ever doubt that.”

[thechekhov]

This hurts me on a physical level, grabbing hot coffee like that is downright horrifying

Let the pain fill you. Make you stronger. :)

[spiribia]

cant wait for adora to master transforming her sword into stuff so she can turn her sword into a mug and pantomime taking a bored sip out of it while catras in the middle of ranting at her about how the hordes going to crush the rebellion or something. catra would b so mad

[minecraftsz]

[image ID: a black and white line comic titled Broken Cups about Wilbur and Schlatt in the afterlife.

Page 1 (P1): Wilbur pours liquor into Schlatt’s mug from a flask. Schlatt asks him: So. Why’d you do it? A hand touches a crack as W says: You know how when there’s a crack in something, you can’t help but pick at it? Two panels of Schlatt and Tubbo, neck down, on the podium. W continues: Like there’s no use in patching it up, and the best course of action is to -

P2: Hands break a pencil. W: Break it beyond repair? Alivebur is jumping into frame, away from an explosion, rifle on his back. He looks like he’s about to kick dead Wilbur in the head, as Schlatt looks up at him. W: Give in to destruction? Or...

P3: Pogtopia Wilbur grimaces, trying to look happy. W: If you stumble, nobody notices. Alivebur falls forward, shock in his eyes. W: If you trip and fall, everybody does. A trio of panels show Wilbur’s hand dismissing his flask and summoning a teacup.

P4: Two silhouettes of L’manburg Wilbur and Pogtopia Wilbur. L Wilbur has chips in him, while P Wilbur is covered in cracks. W: A chipped cup stays chipped. A shattered cup gets put back together. Schlatt leans over to Wilbur in silhouette and asks, So you blew up a country... as a cry for help? Wilbur leans back. I couldn’t tell you if it was a cry for help, Schlatt.

P5: Wilbur’s hands hold Chekhov’s gun, a hunting rifle, lightly. W: Maybe it was. Maybe it wasn’t. Pogtopia Wilbur stands above L’Manberg. W: People don’t always remember their reasons. Schlatt looks ahead and says, Broken cups get tossed more often than they get fixed. Was your cup fixed?

P6: Wilbur holds a fist to his mouth. Arm extended, he drops the teacup. The final panel is a low shot. He looks at Schlatt, arm still out, with the teacup in pieces at his feet.

end image ID]

you're the only one with a grave.

[airandangels]

the reason I am reblogging this is probably different from OP's intention and it is this I was aware of the mug collection I had not yet truly scoped the CAP collection Wayne Munson truly intrigues me

#no comment

[a-shakespearean-in-paris]

Tagged

thanks for the tag @kemvee, I definitely do these every once in a while, but hey :D

Nickname: I just get called Shakes usually on the internet and I think it’s really cute, lol.  

Zodiac: Leo.

Height: Ah Kemvee you’re taller than me! I’m five eight but it’s also why I like having taller OCs :D

House: Ravenclaw. I have a sweater and everything that I had to get for an Orlando trip in 2018. (long story.) 

Last thing I looked for on Google: hehehe.....naughty gifs 

Song in my head: "Time of my Life” from Dirty Dancing. 

Followers and following: A lady never tells!

Amount of sleep: 8 hours usually. 

Lucky number: I like 8 and 9.

Dream job: Travel Writer.

Wearing: A nightgown, about to shower and go to the store 

Favorite songs: DUDE ok so right now California Dreamin’, Harvest Moon, Forever in Blue Jeans, so many more.

Instruments: None sadly.

Random fact: Other than my high passing my exam I actually purchased an inexpensive drawing tablet! I don’t know how it will go, but I’ve been inspired to try it out, as I’ve always wanted to draw :) 

Favorite authors: Shakespeare, Anton Chekhov, James Joyce (I realize I talk about Ulysses enough to warrant this) Charlotte Bronte, Theodore Dreiser, I think Chaucer is also pretty cool, more recently Kristen Hannah and Diana Gabaldon and yes, I will also say George RR Martin. I need to get back to ASOIAF

Favorite animal sounds: She doesn’t do it do much anymore because she’s old, but my dog’s play growl. 

Aesthetics: renaissance, pre raphelite, hands, a lot of yarn laying around the house, coffee mugs, vintage forties, red lipstick, dark and curly hair, bodies of water

tagging old friends and new friends @idrelle lle @thevikingwoman @galadrieljones @wintersongstress @coffeebirby @jentrevellan @cartadwarfwithaheartofgold @noire-pandora @dalish-rogue and anyone else I may have missed!​​

[secretly-a-trekkie]

A tragedy.

[hellishhin]

Find the Word Tag Game

Thank you @talesfromaurea and @thegreatobsesso for the tag I love that these games can be played over and over because you get different words each time! My words are wing, marvel, swelter, cloak, thank, hand, smile and bell. Taking care of two at once to catch up.

Marvel (in this scene I Chekhov's Gun'd the vase from the Ball Part 1!)

Sadie quietly followed him through the manor, marveling at the grandeur in all of the hand-carved reliefs, vibrant tapestries, and lovely vases painted in intricate detail. A blue and gold vase with two swooping handles in the entryway especially caught her eye. Their brisk pace did not allow her more than an admiring glance though and they were out the large double front doors into the brisk night air.

Cloak (RP Archive: Catan is a sentient fox and the ~ symbol means they are speaking into each others minds through the mind link)

~"Catan, I'm inside the manor. I need to find [Redacted]. I escaped but they'll be tracking me soon." She goes to the door to his hoard and pounds on it

~"I'm outside and the doors are shut. [Redacted] said he'd be fine, and has Aether."

~"I can't get to him and I can't contact him Catan... we need to go. I need to get out of town. Come with me." She runs back into her room and puts on a heavy cloak and simple clothes and pulls the hood over her face then goes out the back door, letting Catan know where she is.

Wing (RP Archive: hence the non-prose-like storytelling)

“But you’re my grump and I love you.” [Sadie says]. He rolls his eyes at her. Sadie giggles again. “So When should we go kill that dragon?”

"Probably in the next couple of days?"

“Let’s go tomorrow to get it over with.”

"I think perhaps we should scout some more first."

“Ok we’ll scout tomorrow. You know me, I would just gate into the center of his lair and wing it.” She chuckles

"And with me, we would probably pull it off. But it is better to be smart than only lucky."

Thank

Finally she stood, cradling something that she brought over and handed to Sadie. In her outstretched arms was a large gourd. The gourd was hollowed out by hand and there were several different lengths of hand-braided strings stretching its length. It took Sadie a moment but she recognized the object as K’lai’a’la’s attempt at a dulcimer.

“Because it broke,” she said shyly and sat down next to the fire. Sadie looked up at her with tears welling up in her eyes.

“K’lai’a’la, this is beautiful. Thank you!” She leapt up and threw her arms around K’lai’a’la’s neck which prompted an unhappy grunt from the elf.

Hand

“They threw themselves out, apparently. Greedy and worthless. Couldn’t even stop me from dying. He was right there, he could have picked me up out of the water!”

Dwinain’s hand froze in midair as he reached for a mug but then he shook his head, his light brown hair and beard shifting like a bears shaggy coat “coulda swore you just said dying. Speak up when it’s loud in here, woman,” he picked up a mug and began to fill it with a dark ale.

Smile (RP Archives: ya'll.... I can't even begin to express how tickled I am throwing these archive snippets out with no context...)

"I appreciate it. Was there anything of note that happened the night before, with your friends?"

“Umm... oh someone threw four rocks at Vojarm then I cut him off... he also rushed at him and I was afraid he was going to kill my friend so I stopped him.”

He nods in understanding

“Other than that... we just played questions.” She smiles, leaving out sleeping with Moxie because she was *just* put in the stocks for fornication

Moxie shoots her a sly smirk. The king raises an eyebrow, "'Played' questions? I didn't know it was a game. Well, I am glad everything is going relatively well."

Bell (RP Archive)

Sadie enters the demiplane. A circle of the floor raises her up above their heads so she can be seen. She flourishes a bell on a stand next to her and rings it for silence. It takes a moment to quiet down, but it does so.

“Thank you all for being so quick and orderly. I’d like to welcome you all to what is essentially the vacation home of our Goddess of Luck, Chaldira. She blessed me with use of this place so please treat it with respect and show her your Thanks by enjoying yourselves. Since there’s so many of you I can’t provide full meals but I can provide snacks. You’ll only be in here for about a half hour then you’ll be back home. If you have any questions, I’ll be in here with you so feel free to find me!”

Ok I gave up on swelter. I can guarantee you it's somewhere in the RP Archives but 11 gigs of html files is a lot to go through haha

Open tag call! Soooo turns out I made some hard words last time. Oops! So maybe these will be better: slit, shard, wash, play and my bonus word cuz now I always gotta: drivel

Here's some no pressure tags for maybe people I don't interact with too much so please let me know if you don't want to be tagged or feel free to ignore! @bentypes @lyrium @drowninginwips hello!

[resetting37]

Source:

Tag yourself and your ocs.

Also I wanted to draw various mugs and some under appreciated characters of mine (with the exception of advik literally being in the main cast, but who cares I like drawing him anyway)

[honeyhan-123]

Say Thank You IV

Series Summary: Nearly five years have passed since Steve Rogers saves your life without so much as a thank you. When he sees you again by chance, he makes sure that he’ll never let you go and maybe teach you some manners in the process.

Series Warning: This will be a dark!Steve fic with stalking, kidnapping and manipulating as well as non-con and dub-con situations. Please don’t read it if you don’t like that sort of thing.

Chapter Warning: Kidnapping and drugging. 

Word Count: 1.9k

I. New York II. Madrid III. The Apartment

Series Masterlist

My Masterlist

IV. The Trip

‘So Stevie, where’d you disappear off to last night? I thought you said you were headed back to the hideout but you didn’t get back ‘till what? Two in the morning?’ Bucky looked to Nat as though asking her for confirmation about Steve’s night time practices over breakfast the next morning. 

‘Nah Buck, I reckon it was more like three when he finally came in.’ The red head locked eyes with Bucky over her coffee mug. ‘I mean, if I didn’t know better, I’d wanna say Steve was out at some booty call’s last night coming in at that time. I know I always like to get a fix after a mission.’ 

Steve could feel the blood start to rush to his face as he tried to remain passive in front of the two super spies. He wasn’t ready to tell them about her just yet, they would try to convince him to change his mind but it was too late. Preparations had already started. Instead he lied, despite knowing what a dangerous game it was to lie to highly trained spies, yet he thought he might be able to swing it.  ‘God Nat, I can’t believe you would even say that. I was just out at a little bar down the street, getting a drink.’ 

Steve thanked the powers at be as Nat’s phone started ringing, signalling their conversation had come to an end. 

‘Oh wow. Thanks for the invite Rogers.’ She rolled her eyes as her finger swiped across the screen and hit the speaker button, letting Sam’s voice fill the room. ‘Hey Bird Brain, how’s it going in Sokovia?’ 

‘Yeah we’re good here. Just calling to let you guys know that Chekhov is on the move, we think he’s headed up to a facility in the north, it seems to be pretty heavily guarded. Wouldn’t mind some assistance with this one, it looks kind of intense.’

‘Yeah sure, we’ll be there in the morning, we just finished up with Alejandro last night so we’re good to move out.’ 

‘Actually Nat, I think we should stay here for a little longer, or at least one of us. We want to make sure all of Alejandro’s men are gone.’ Steve’s eyes met Bucky’s as the latter spoke, and he knew he hadn’t even remotely fooled his best friend, Bucky clearly realised something was up with him but he also knew that Bucky wouldn’t push him, not if he wasn’t ready to share. 

‘Yeah I think that’s a good idea Buck, we really don’t want any of these guys hanging around. How ‘bout you and Nat catch a flight up to Sokovia tomorrow and I’ll meet you there or back in New York after I make sure it’s all clear down here.’ Steve was quick to set his plan in motion, grateful that the others pretty much always agreed to whatever plan he came up with, this way he would be able to easily extract y/n using the quinjet instead of picking her up from the airport in New York and have to deal with bystanders maybe getting in the way. 

‘Sounds good to me. Wanda and I probably don’t need all three of you anyway, I don’t think Chekhov will be too hard. I’ll probably just see you back in New York Cap. Stay safe guys and see you tomorrow.’ Sam signed off the call and Nat put her phone back in her pocket. 

‘Well Barnes, looks like we got some packing to do.’

+

The week passed far too slowly for Steve’s liking, every minute felt like hours and the hours felt like days. Anticipation flooded through him every time he caught sight of you, he just couldn’t wait to have you back at his house in New York, back at his mercy. 

The only upside of the week was he now had more time to watch you. In the mornings he would accompany you on your morning jogs, following slightly behind, appreciating the way your ass jiggled with every step and then sneak into your apartment while you were showering, learning everything he could about you from your living space. Then, he would head back to his hideout and have a shower of his own, his cock in his fist, dreaming about what would happen in mere days as he came, his seed spraying over the tiled walls of the shower, slowly sliding down before pooled at his feet as it disappeared down the drain, his breaths shallow and frequent as he came back after his orgasm. 

Post shower he would spend his days at the cantina, following you with his eyes as you served the customers. It seemed you were working more than normal and he figured it was probably to make up for your trip away, to cover your expenses as he had overheard a conversation between you and the elderly woman who owned the cantina. It was cute, watching your fret over finances while he knew that soon you wouldn’t have to worry about anything other than minding your manners around him. 

He tried to get your attention whenever he could, coming up with reasons to talk to you but due to the air conditioning and the promise of a refreshing drink the cantina was often packed, filled with tourists and locals alike, trying to refute the summer heat, meaning that you often had little time for him, once again filling Steve with memories of double dates with Bucky back in the forties. Of trying to get their attention which was always focussed on Bucky instead of scrawny little Steve. But soon enough, he promised himself, you would be all his. Real Soon.

+

The days passed slowly for you too, despite you being so busy with work and preparing everything for your trip but finally, at last, it was your last day working at the cantina - for the meantime at least. 

‘I’m sorry Señor, but we’re closing soon, can I get you anything before we stop taking orders?’ You asked the strange American who had been coming to the cantina everyday recently. You frequently wondered why he was in Madrid if all he was going to do was sit in the cantina but he tipped well and was nice enough to look at if you had a moment in between customers. 

‘Trust me Sweetheart, there’s a lot I want from you but for now I’ll just take another Americano thanks.’ A chill crept down your spine at his sinister smile, although he may be attractive there was something wrong about this man and you barely managed to smile back as you walked away, the hairs on your neck standing up. 

You avoided the American as best you could for the next half hour before the cantina closed, but being the only one still working made it hard as you still had to serve him. Thankfully, the clock hit ten and you managed to kick him out quite easily except for his promise to ‘come back soon’. You made sure to lock the door behind him, looking out into the night as he walked down the street. There was definitely something wrong about that man, but at least you wouldn’t have to worry about it for the next two weeks. 

You made your way to the back of the shop, most of the cleaning already done as you waited for the man to be finished with his coffee. Knocking on the door to Mariana’s office, you entered slowly, finding her simply reading some book. 

‘Mariana? I just wanted to come say goodbye before my flight tomorrow, it’s pretty early and I don’t think I’ll see you before I leave.’

She smiled and walked around her desk, wrapping her arms around you. ‘Querida, I’m so glad that you’re going through with this. I think it will be very good for you, going back to New York. I only ask that you send me a postcard, something touristy.’

You laughed into her shoulder, not wanting to break away from the biggest maternal figure you knew. ‘Anything for you Mariana.’ 

‘Be careful querida.’

‘Always am Mariana, don’t you worry about me.’ With one last smile you left her office, heading upstairs to your apartment. 

As you unlocked the door and made your way through the small loft, your mind was so busy running through a last minute checklist for everything you still had to do that you didn’t notice that the window you had locked that morning was now open, the curtains fluttering in the breeze. You also didn’t notice the figure waiting for you in your bedroom, hiding in the shadows until his arms were wrapped around you in a vice like grip, one hand covering your mouth as the other held something against your neck. There was a soft prick, and slowly you felt your eyes getting heavier, closing on their own and the whole room faded to blackness. 

+

You slept so peacefully on the quinjet as he flew you over the Atlantic that Steve almost never wanted you to wake up. He knew that it would be a while before you were this calm in his presence again but he could wait. He was a patient man after all. He landed the quinjet just outside of the city, somewhere hidden where it wouldn’t be found and gave you another shot of sedative before transferring you to Natasha’s car. If he had known that he would see you again in Madrid he wouldn’t have ridden his bike out to the landing pad. 

It was a real pain being on the run from every government, it meant doing their job was becoming increasingly hard but the team - or what remained of it - never complained, they each stood by their choice to help Steve against Tony. Ironically enough the best place for them to hide at the moment was actually in New York, one of the biggest cities in the world and the last place Ross would think to look for them, plus if he ever did, Tony always covered for them, claiming a fake sighting in another country, because while he was still hurt but Steve and the other and wasn’t quite ready to forgive them, they were still his family and he would never turn them over like that. 

When he finally made his way back through the city, back to his brownstone in Brooklyn, Steve was kind of shocked that he had actually managed it, he had actually gotten you, right where he wanted you. A smile came over his face as he carried you down to the basement, the modifications he had requested had been made perfectly while he was away. While the room had always been a guest bedroom, he had to make sure that you wouldn’t be able to escape and that he could always watch you, especially in the first few weeks. The new thick, metal door would be enough to keep even him trapped down here and if he didn’t know exactly where to look, the security cameras were almost undetectable. He lay you on the bed, tucking you in, under the soft light grey covers, and pressed a kiss to your forehead before walking away and locking the door behind him. As much as he wanted to stay and watch you all night, there was still a lot he had to do before you woke up.

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V. The Basement 

Series Masterlist

My Masterlist

[besttropeveershowdown]

Since the bracket screenshots are very hard to read, here's a list of all the matchups for round 1!

Side A

Found Family vs. Soulmates

Foil vs. Mirror Character

Decon-Recon Switch vs. Our Trolls Are Different

Rousseau Was Right vs. Historical Badass Upgrade

Science Is Good vs. The Artful Dodger

I Owe You My Life vs. Bait-and-Switch Tyrant

Badass Pacifist vs. Battle in the Center of the Mind

Gambit Pileup vs. Buffy Speak

You Did Everything You Could vs. The Team

Moral Dilemma vs. "Not So Different" Remark

But They Stayed In the Car vs. Self-Sacrifice Scheme

Starfish Aliens vs. Outlaw Couple

Dream Sequence vs. Silly Rabbit, Cynicism is for Losers!

Drunk Hookup-> Hilarious Morning After vs. Have I Mentioned I Am Heterosexual Today?

Storyboarding the Apocalypse vs. Break The Cutie

Murdered Cousin vs. In Medias Res

Fire-Forged Friends vs. First Contact

Time Travel vs. Self-Inflicted Hell

Ragtag Bunch of Misfits vs. Your Days Are Numbered

Time Loop vs. Unreliable Narrator

Friends to Lovers vs. Everyone Is Bi

Important Haircut vs. Came Back Wrong

The Anti-Nihilist vs. Mono No Aware

Shadow Archetype vs. Hurt/Comfort or Whump

Knight of Cerebus vs. Prophetical Semantics

True Companions vs. The Trickster

Locked in a Room vs. Magnificent Bastard

Beethoven Was an Alien Spy vs. Genre Savvy

Evil Twin vs. Minor Injury Overreaction

Grey-and-Gray Morality vs. Body Swap

Enemies to Lovers vs. Accidental Parental Figure

From Zero to Hero vs. Horny Scientist

Side B

Berserk Button vs. Caper Crew

Flock of Wolves vs. Team Pet

Five Man Band vs. Disguised as Male

Shapeshifting Trickster vs. Anthropomorphic Personification

Dramatic Irony vs. You Can't Go Home Again

Subverted Kids' Show vs. Badass Bookworm

Crouching Moron, Hidden Badass vs. Isekai/Genre Refugee

Wham Shot vs. Unseen Evil

Little Miss Con Artist vs. Punch-Clock Villain

Mama Bear vs. Internal Reveal

Sleight of Tongue vs. Enemy Mine

Guile Hero vs. Tsundere

Memory Gambit vs. Recursive Crossdressing

Disguised Horror Story vs. Wham Line

Secret Identity vs. Terror Hero

Students' Secret Society vs. Mugged for Disguise

Road Trip Plot vs. Fantastic Fauna Counterpart

Opposites Attract vs. Amnesia

Heel-Face Turn vs. Rewriting Reality

Bavarian Fire Drill vs. Butterfly Effect

Morality Pet vs. Cloning Blues

Tragic Villain vs. Clipboard of Authority

The Con vs. Battle Couple

Beware the Nice Ones vs. Animal Motif

Hitman with a Heart vs. Big Damn Heroes

Friends to Enemies vs. Hurricane of Puns

Affably Evil vs. My God, What Have I Done

Swamp Monster vs. Chekhov's Gunman

Fake Dating vs. Gentle Giant

Stupid Sexy Flanders vs. Non-Human Head

Sea Serpents vs. Furry Reminder

Children's Covert Coterie vs. The Creon

Side C

Arrested for Heroism vs. The Dragon

Unreliable Expositor vs. Well-Intentioned Extremist

Friends to Enemies to Lovers vs. Undying Loyalty

Precision F-Strike vs. Powerful, Fucked-Up Family

Pragmatic Villainy vs. Big, Screwed-Up Family

Ape Shall Never Kill Ape vs. Tragic Bromance

Just You and Me and my GUARDS vs. Tomato in the Mirror

Lovable Rogue vs. Refusal of the Call

Second Law My Ass vs. Batman Gambit

Not Quite Dead vs. Sapient House

Call A Human a Meatbag vs. Faux Affably Evil

Nice Job Fixing It Villain vs. Conversation of Ninjutsu

Beach Episode vs. The Gadfly

Beware the Silly Ones vs. Jedi Mind Trick

You Are Better Than You Think You Are vs. Superpowered Evil Side

Murder Is The Best Solution vs. Comedic Sociopathy

The Power of Language vs. The Power of Friendship

Face Death With Dignity vs. Prolonged Pining

Too Dumb to Live vs. Central Theme

Suspiciously Specific Denial vs. Deadpan Snarker

Blessed with Suck vs. Setting as a Character

Cast Full of Gay vs. Heel-Face Revolving Door

Aliens Speaking English vs. Stumbling Upon the Lost Wizard

For the Evulz vs. Spare to the Throne

My Powers are Gone vs. Reformed But Not Tamed

King and Lionheart vs. Marriage of Convenience

Even Evil Has Standards vs. Then Let Me Be Evil

Delirious Misidentification vs. Big Beautiful Man

Playing Nice for Now vs. Teeth-Clenched Teamwork

Intimate Haircut vs. Arranged Marriage

Dating Catwoman vs. Incurable Cough of Death

Ambiguous Gender vs. Kill the Gods

Brackets for BTES

Brackets are out, everyone! (that was quicker than expected)

We have 192 submissions, so the plan is to have 3 sides of 64 tropes each, the champions of which will make up the final three! Polls for side A will be released sometime this weekend, with side B and side C coming shortly after.

Side A:

Side B:

Side C: