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farsight-the-char · 1 year ago
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As a Citizen, as Sibling, As Enemy, Thor trusts Loki.
From The Immortal Thor issue 2.
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"It is the duty of the Storyteller to impede the Hero..."
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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 months ago
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Stolen Goods 4
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Warnings: noncon and other dark elements. As usual, be mindful of your content consumption.
Ft. Lloyd Hansen, petite!pregnant reader
I also beg of you to leave me some tuppence in the form of a comment and/or reblog. You are cherished!
Enjoy, my loverlies.
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Lloyd drags you up the stairs. You can do nothing but pad after him, too confused and terrified to resist this madman. If he’s the type to go shopping and come home with a whole person, you’re not sure you want to find out what else he’s capable off. That holster on his belt keeps your thoughts from straying too. 
His hold on your wrist makes you itch, a heat creeping up from his touch, encasing you in the rising panic that comes with the drop in adrenaline. This is really real. This is horrifying! It’s deranged. This strange man took you and now you’re in this strange place. You’re pregnant and scared and dizzy. 
“Oof,” you stumble forward and nearly hit the wall before Lloyd diverts you and pulls you against him.  
As you collide, he brings his hand to the small of your back and urges you close, “where are you off to, sugar mama?” 
“No... no... where,” you flutter your lashes at him, “I’m...” you gulp and your stomach lets out a loud growl. You look down and back up at him, embarrassed. “I’m dizzy.” 
He considers you, his stache slanting with his lips as he sucks his teeth, “mm, yes, I remember. You’re supposed to feed your pets.” He chuckles as he drags his hand up your side and over your arm. He boops your nose and turns back to his course, “don’t worry, sunshine, I’ma get you all snug as a bug and you can eat cake off my abs.” 
“Huh?” You babble as you wobble after him mindlessly. 
“Kidding, unless you wanna...” he looks over his shoulder and winks. 
“N-nooo,” you stammer. 
He laughs again. You don’t see how he can be so unbothered by all of this. It’s like Jake when he zones out halfway through a conversation about something important. The thought of fiance sets a grimmer cast over the whole twisted situation. 
“You can’t... you can’t do this,” you wisp, “how can you... I’m a person. I... I’m pregnant.” 
“Oh yes, you are,” he purrs as he stops at a door, pushing down the handle and swinging it open, “nice and luscious.” 
“Ew.” 
“Ripe,” he remarks. 
Another swell of disgust rises and you frown. He moves you ahead of him and lets you go as he nudges you into the room. It smells like the cologne roiling off of him. You look around at the large bed draped in silk and tiger print, a theme consistent across the decor and furniture that fills the space. 
“No,” you turn and he catches you around the hips. 
“No? Honey cakes, you’re in it now. The only words I wanna hear are yes, more, or harder.” 
“Stop,” you slap his torso, just below his chest as he pens you in, “stop! You can’t--” you whine desperately. 
“I’m doing it. Look, do you know how many people have told me I can’t? And you know what happened? I did. And most of those fuckers had guns so...” 
“Guns?” You blanch and shake your head, “I don’t...” your eyes fall to his belt and he puts his hand on the pistol and tuts.  
“Don’t even try it,” he warns, “don’t you wanna be a good mama? That means you need to protect your baby,” he trails his hand over to your stomach and spreads his fingers wide, “so behave, sweetheart, or my tone’s gonna change real fast.” 
You shudder and look up at him with round eyes, a gleam of tears along the brim. You bring your hand over his instinctively and wince. You sniffle and try to shove his touch away. 
“Please, my baby--” you begin. 
“Don’t, with the eyes, and the lip,” he huffs. 
“I’m... I’m not doing anything.” 
“Stop,” he brings his hand up to tap your lower lip, “it’s just making me harder.” 
“Why are you doing this?” You beg as you back away from him. 
“I don’t know, I’m bored,” he shrugs, “I like the way your belly felt when I was up on you. Like to get a handful once I got you bent over--” 
“Ugh, why are you so gross?” 
He flinches and arches a brow, “gross? Excuse me?” 
“Yes, why are you being so nasty. I’m pregnant. Don’t you have any respect?” 
He scoffs and rolls his eyes, “we both know how you got that way so don’t be such a fucking prude.” He steps closer, bearing down on you as you back up, “you’re only salty ‘cause his dick was too short, huh?” 
“You don’t know him. Or me.” 
“I know those tits are driving me crazy and that you didn’t make a peep in that fucking store. You just stood there and let me slide right in, didn’t you? Maybe you wanna act all prim and proper, sweet pea, but we were both there. We both know you wanted it,” he snorts, “otherwise you would’ve... done absolutely anything. You didn’t. You just stood there.” 
You take another step back and put your hands over your chest. His eyes follows the movement and he licks his lips. 
“Hey, let’s be honest with each other. We gonna have to get to know each other, right, so I’m going to be straight with you,” he shows his palms and grins, “I fucking loved it too. I’m sure you could feel it like a lightning rod just zimmmmm, struck by the moment.” 
“Oh god,” you hiss. 
“Sex god, sure, but that’s just a little sample of the kielbasa--” 
You cover your face and tune him out as your embarrassment turns white hot above the flame of your guilt. He’s right. You didn’t stop him and you felt that tingle. You didn’t hate it. Scared, yes, but you were wet. Ugh, what’s wrong with you? Can you really blame the hormones? 
“Sweetie, where--” 
You walk to the bed and turn, plopping down on your bum, and cradle your head. The tears spill out and you sob. He’s quiet as you devolve into your emotions. 
“Hey, woah, woah, woah, don’t cry,” he steps forward with a tenuous lean, “hey, baby, tell me what you want and I’ll make it better? Want me to lick it?” 
“No!” You sneer between your fingers, “I want to go home.” 
“We just talked about this. Anything else?” 
Your lashes are webbed with tears and your eyes raw. You wiggle your nose and wipe it as you uncover your face. Your stomach gurgles painfully. 
“Cheesecake,” you murmur, “triple fudge with an oreo crust--” 
“Triple-- oreo--” he chokes out and taps his toe, hands framing his hips, “right. That actually sounds delicious. Good idea, tootsie roll.” 
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ask-house-of-suns-au · 3 months ago
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(*In the darkness, two figures stealthily entered Dark Sun's laboratory, which had just been repaired, and still had blackened patches on the walls.*)
Servant: Are you sure we should do this? It is not like Dark Sun wouldn't beat you to a pulp again... And how could you find his password?
SunBOT: Come on, Servant. Don't be a chicken!!! That dumb dumb meany have yelled at me! He is just like Moon! (*Sobbing harder*) I don't want to play with him anymore :(((
Anyway, it is a very simple process, actually. You just need to type the variant of Moon should die and voila!! Baby has opened!!!
Servant: Whoa... That would be very impressive if it is not because the fact that I just have seen you trying to eat all the watermelon seeds because you want it grows inside your body.
SunBOT: You just don't understand the complexity of genius.
Just you wait, I will prove to him that he is wrong!! That I am a very loveable person! And he shouldn't beat me for breaking his lab :((
Servant: I am not gonna say technically you were about to kill us all with your move but anyway...
I still don't understand what the purpose of hacking his computer and making an ask blog was?
SunBOT: You silly naive confused child. Of course to let all the people see how awesome I am!!!! And also, to let them ask!! I bet a lot of people are curious about us!!! Maybe I will get a girlfriend :3
Servant: Ew... and also I honestly think it is a bad idea....
(*There was a lot of clicking on the keyboard. Suddenly the computer screen lit up, revealing SunBOT laughing like a madman.*)
SunBOT: No one believes me!!! But just you wait!!! Just you wait!!!! I will have a girlfriend!!!
(*The electricity suddenly went out. Dark Sun walked in, he had just finished washing up, wearing a very loose-fitting bathing suit.*)
Dark Sun: (with the most calming voice that Servant and SunBOT have eve heard.*) SunBOT? Servant (degatoty tone) What are you doing here? Why did all the light turn off like that?
(*SunBOT stood still. And right on the next second, he threw a smoke bomb.*)
SunBOT: Oh Shit!!! Run!! Run!!! Run!!! Servant!!! He is going to kill us when he finds out!!!!
Servant: Oh my god!!! WHY!??? WHY DO I HAVE TO AGREE TO FOLLOW YOU??!!!
SunBOT: BECAUSE YOU LOVE ME!!!!
Servant: NO I AM NOT!!!!
(*The error on the computer screen was getting worse and worse. Dark Sun approached, the relaxation he had felt at that moment completely gone as his murderous expression appeared.*)
Dark Sun: What... Is ... That...? (*Looking harder*) SunBOT!!!!!!! Come back here, right now!!!!
SunBOT: Like hell I will!!! You will just kill me!!!
Dark Sun: I swear I would make it less painful for you if you stop running!!!
(*Purple spread across the screen. Suddenly a line of text appeared.*)
The ask blog has opened. :)
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goodolddumbbanana · 3 months ago
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(*In the darkness, two figures stealthily entered Dark Sun's laboratory, which had just been repaired, and still had blackened patches on the walls.*)
Servant: Are you sure we should do this? It is not like Dark Sun wouldn't beat you to a pulp again... And how could you find his password?
SunBOT: Come on, Servant. Don't be a chicken!!! That dumb dumb meany have yelled at me! He is just like Moon! (*Sobbing harder*) I don't want to play with him anymore :(((
Anyway, it is a very simple process, actually. You just need to type the variant of Moon should die and voila!! Baby has opened!!!
Servant: Whoa... That would be very impressive if it is not because the fact that I just have seen you trying to eat all the watermelon seeds because you want it grows inside your body.
SunBOT: You just don't understand the complexity of genius.
Just you wait, I will prove to him that he is wrong!! That I am a very loveable person! And he shouldn't beat me for breaking his lab :((
Servant: I am not gonna say technically you were about to kill us all with your move but anyway...I still don't understand what the purpose of hacking his computer and making an ask blog was?
SunBOT: You silly naive confused child. Of course to let all the people see how awesome I am!!!! And also, to let them ask!! I bet a lot of people are curious about us!!! Maybe I will get a girlfriend :3
Servant: Ew... and also I honestly think it is a bad idea....
(*There was a lot of clicking on the keyboard. Suddenly the computer screen lit up, lighting SunBOT laughing like a madman.*)
SunBOT: No one believes me!!! But just you wait!!! Just you wait!!!! I will have a girlfriend!!!
(*The electricity suddenly went out. Dark Sun walked in, he had just finished washing up, wearing a very loose-fitting bathing suit.*)
Dark Sun: (with the most calming voice that Servant and SunBOT have eve heard.*) SunBOT? Servant (degatoty tone) What are you doing here? Why did all the light turn off like that?
(*SunBOT stood still. And right on the next second, he threw a smoke bomb.*)
SunBOT: Oh Shit!!! Run!! Run!!! Run!!! Servant!!! He is going to kill us when he finds out!!!!
Servant: Oh my god!!! WHY!??? WHY DO I HAVE TO AGREE TO FOLLOW YOU??!!!
SunBOT: BECAUSE YOU LOVE ME!!!!
Servant: NO I AM NOT!!!!
(*The error on the computer screen was getting worse and worse. Dark Sun approached, the relaxation he had felt at that moment completely gone as his murderous expression appeared.*)
Dark Sun: What... Is ... That...? (*Looking harder*) SunBOT!!!!!!! Come back here, right now!!!!
SunBOT: Like hell I will!!! You will just kill me!!!
Dark Sun: I swear I would make it less painful for you if you stop running!!!
(*Purple spread across the screen. Suddenly a line of text appeared.*)
The ask blog has opened. :)
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ultimatedreamer104 · 10 months ago
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pjo/hoo characters as things i have overheard in conversations :
Percy: listen! I just need the thing!!!
annabeth: the thing??
Percy: the thinggggg!!!! Ya know- *makes grasping/grabbing motions with his hands* THE THING!!!! annabeth:*backs away* you mean your penn???
Percy, looking up, with tears in his eyes, on his knees now: yes, the pen,
annabeth: isn’t it in your pocket?
Percy, picking his head up off the floor: …..*gets up, takes pen out of his pocket and stares at it, the proceeds to throw it to the other side of the room, then turns back to annabeth: this never happened.*runs away*
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Leo, holding a lighter very close to his face: 𝐹𝒾𝓇𝑒
Jason: Leo- lets *glances around as though expecting to see cameras* let’s uh- put the lighter down yeh??
Leo, turning his head slightly: but Jason!!! *waves lighter around as he gestures to it like the madman he is* it’s (っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Fire ♥
Jason leaves
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Piper, flourishing a pink packet, that has a little boba drawing on it: so I got this as a little early birthday present from my grandparents, it’s a bubble tea mask *try’s to open it, but fails* why can’t I *grunts* 𝗢𝗽𝗲𝗻 it? *finally opens it* okay… I’m scared… *smells the mask/inside the bag or whatever, recoils back, with a look of disgust on her face* ✨No✨, *looks at bag* it’s supposed to smell like strawberry’s… it smells-it smells good! (Using obvious sarcasm) ew, there’s like- juice in it, what the-*gasps and recoils back* it’s dripping 👀 okay…*unfolds mask* it’s so slimy- *puts mask on her face* oh it’s so cold!!!*after fully applying mask to her face* no! It’s in my mouthhhh,
Leo smirking: why did you eat it????
Piper, crying laughing; I don’t know, I look so weird too—-
Leo: nice mustache by the -
Jason, coming around the corner: don’t, just back away Valdez
Leo: okay bro, fine
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Jason: I'm dieing, bleh
Hazel: And hows heaven?
Nico: bru-
Percy: don’t you mean hell? Jason of all people wouldn’t make it to heaven-
Annabeth smacking Percy ; Percy! That’s so rude!
Frank : so how is hell?
Jason: warm
Nico: no its not-
Leo : have you made s’mores yet??
Jason: … no, not yet
Leo: that’s sad
Jason: I know 😞
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Annabeth: We have group tonight! Who’s coming? Percy: I am 😘
Frank: me and hazel will be there👍
Leo: Whoo whoo!! 🎉🦉😘
will: I thought frank was the one who transforms-?
Nico: don’t question it
Jason: I’ll be there
piper: im a little early, should i head inside or wait til 7 in the car?
Hazel: I think you'll be fine 🤷🏼‍♀️
Leo: Storm the gates ⚔️
piper: mk
Percy: Have fun storming the castle
annabeth: Do you think it'll work?
Percy: It'll take a miracle. Bye bye!!
piper: i have stormed the gates
Leo: hah! Nice
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Leo coughing violently: I’m still sick
Leo still coughing: this cough needs to go man
will, coming from nowhere; sorry man but uh- seems that you have cough-itis , and I’m afraid that it’s permanently
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starogeorgina · 1 year ago
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Broken bonds
Paring: Ser Harwin Strong/ OC
Warnings: Swearing, character death
1.07
You were surprised to find Alicent waiting for you just outside the dragon pit when you returned to the keep. She has a furious expression on her face. You were glad Harwin insisted on travelling back to the keep by boat instead of dragon back. “Queen Alicent,” you curtsied. You didn’t particularly like her, but you always gave her respect as Queen. “What is wrong?”
“What is wrong? You’ve been gone for months! The king has been beside himself with worry since you returned to Dragonstone.”
“Worrying my father is the last thing I wish to do, but It didn’t seem right to leave Dragonstone so soon after what happened, your Grace. Good men died while protecting our dragons; the least I could do is stand by them.”
Your father's council had declared Arthur Weststar a lone madman; neither you nor Daemon believed this, but with Otto whispering in the king's ear, it was hard to convince him otherwise. Since then, Otto had been fired from the hand of the king, and Lord Lyonel Strong had replaced him. You had remained on Dragonstone, only arriving back on the morning the celebrations for Rhaenyra’s wedding began.
Alicent’s eyes start to become glossy. “I understand wanting to remain loyal to those who protect you.”
You felt bad for her; Alicent was just a young girl, just as you were, forced her into marrying someone before she was ready. You sympathised with how lonely it can feel, and in a way, she’s now lost her father. You clasp your hand over hers and say, “I’m loyal to House Targaryen, and that includes you and my siblings.”
She gulps down and quietly says, “Thank you, princess; your kind words mean a great deal to me. But I must tell you there have been troubling tales surrounding why you returned to Dragonstone.”
Your face heats up. “Forgive me your grace, but I’m unaware of what you’re talking about.”
“Apparently you have been fucking Daemon.”
Disgust is the only word you can think of to describe how you feel after hearing those words. Ew. You loved your uncle very much, but not once had the thought of even kissing him crossed your mind. “I can assure you that is nothing more than a venomous lie. I admire and respect my uncle, but there is nothing further from the truth.”
“I believe you,” she says, clearing her throat. “Have you spoken much to Rhaenyra recently?”
“We have been exchanging ravens, mainly talking about our dragons or her wedding. I do believe Laenor Velaryon is an excellent match.”
Alicent remains quiet for a moment, and when she finally speaks, she asks, “When was the last time you spoke to Daemon?”
“He left Dragonstrone a couple of weeks ago.”
“Did he tell you where he was going?” Alicent’s knuckles were turning white from gripping the fabric on her sleeves so tightly.
“No,” you confirm. “My uncle just told me he was leaving; that is all.”
“Very well, I think it’s best we start to prepare for the celebrations.”
You bow your head. Alicent turns on her heels and leaves, with two knights close behind her. Something about the conversation that just transpired didn’t sit right; although she was asking about you and Daemon, you had a feeling it was more about your sister.
“Sister!” Rhaenyra says excitedly as you enter her quarters.
Skilled handmaidens delicately place small sparkling rubies in her hair, which was braided in an elaborate up-do. It blended beautifully with her white gown with gold embellishments. If this was her outfit for the welcome feast, you could only imagine how magical she’ll look on her actual wedding day.
“You look beautiful.”
Her face lights up. “Thank you. I know you have a selection of gowns, but I had the seamstress make one for you especially.”
One of her handmaidens brings forward a black gown made of silk with a vibrant red cloak that has dragons sown into it. The gown has a v-neck with long sleeves that have gold embroidery at the cuffs.
You reach out and your fingers glide along the smooth fabric, tears springing to your eyes when you let go. “It’s stunning, thank you.”
Seeing your eyes start to well up, your sister orders everyone else to leave the room. “Vaella, what is wrong?”
“I just wish our mother was here; she’d be so proud of you.”
“Don’t,” Rhaenyra begins to fan at her face, “you’ll make me cry, and this is supposed to be a happy day. So let’s change the subject while you get dressed.”
“I’ll ask the handmaidens to come back.”
“I will help you get dressed so that it’s just us two, and we can catch up.”
By the time your gown was on and fitted properly, Rhaenyra had filled you in on Daemon leaving her at a brothel, her sleeping with Ser Criston Cole, and the arrangement made between her and Ser Laenor. Truth be told, you were jealous that she was married to someone so understanding; even if she and Laenor didn’t love each other in a romantic sense, you had a strong feeling they would still have an incredible friendship.
“What about you, sister? Was there any other reason why you remained in Dragonstone for six weeks, aside from avoiding Thomas, of course?”
You chewed on your bottom lip. You weren’t sure how Rhaenyra would take your confession; she might think you were being foolish. “I stayed because I wanted to be happy; of course I missed you and my father, but being on the island I felt at peace, and I was even happier because I had Harwin by my side.”
She raises her brows. “Your sworn protector, Ser Harwin Strong?”
You nod.
“I guess we both have a thing for fine knights.”
You look up at your sister and smile as she stands behind you and begins brushing your hair. “I love him, Rhaenyra, in a way that I’ve never loved anyone before.”
“Does he feel the same way?”
“I think so; we haven’t said the actual words to each other because once we do, everything changes.”
She kisses the crown of your head and says, “Then I believe you made the right choice by staying in Dragonstone.”
It amazed you how many houses had turned up just for the feast before the official wedding celebrations began. You are seated between Lord Lyonel Strong and your uncle Daemon, who had turned up fashionably late. You were desperate to know what plans he had set in motion for Ely's house, but now wasn’t the time to ask.
Anger simmered beneath the surface of your skin. Queen Alicent had made a mockery of your house by arriving late and wearing a gown the same shade of green as the Hightowers beacon that glows when Oldtown calls its banners to war. It was an insult to the Targaryen name.
From your chair, you look over at Ser Harwin. It was hard for you to stay away from him, but it was best not to be seen as inseparable while at court. But as the night progresses, you can't take your eyes off him. He may be sitting beside his brother not far from you, but you can't shake the gnawing in your gut that if you look away for one second, he'll evaporate into thin air.
You had a sense something bad was going to happen for a while, but your dreams were vague and hard to piece together.
Beside you, Daemon arches his back, and his spine cracks. “Care to dance, niece?”
You accept his hand and follow his lead to the dance floor. You notice his gaze is on Lady Laena as he twirls you around. “She’s pretty.”
“So is her brother.”
The next song that plays is one that requires you to change partners. You dance with a few different lords, and just as the song ends, Harwin takes your hand in his. He holds onto it tightly while placing his other hand on your lower back as slower-paced music begins to fill the room.
“I trust your journey back was well.”
You fall into his voice as he tells you of his travels back to the keep. Harwin once told you he was terrified of drowning, which is why he usually avoided open water unless absolutely necessary. His laugh pulls you from your fixated trance. “It seems fairly safe compared to travelling on dragon back.”
“Don’t tell me you’re scared of Varos.”
He pulls you in closer and quietly says, “No, but my feelings for his rider do.”
Deep down, you knew this thing between you would never last when you returned to the keep, not unless something changed. You didn't want to confess your true feelings to him just yet; you wanted to at least wait until the wedding celebrations were over before you could figure out how to make it work.
You nearly jump out of your skin when you feel a hand come down on your shoulder. “Might I cut in?”
You grimace upon seeing Thomas standing beside you. You had managed to avoid him so far. You fight the urge to smirk, thinking how pissed he must be that Rhaenyra requested he not dine at the top table with the rest of your family.
Not being able to refuse him, Harwin nods and says, “Lord Thomas, princess.”
You feel as if bugs are crawling beneath your skin when you take Thomas’s hand in yours to dance. His tone is biting as he says, “I know what he means to you, Vaella, but you are my wife, not his.”
“Ah yes, your wife, who will one day be a pawn in your game and produce a male heir just for you to try and usurp her sister with.”
Thomas seems unfazed that you knew about his plan. He says nothing and tilts his head back to where Ser Joffrey Lonmouth and Ser Criston Cole are talking. “I’ve just had a conversation with Joffrey; it appears he had a lot of information about your sister and her sworn protector.” Thomas grips your face tightly; he forces a smile so onlookers would think it was just a tender moment between man and wife. His voice is dark and threatening. “I guess being a whore runs in the family.”
“Better to be a whore than a Lannister.”
He smirks, “It’s such a shame what happened to Ser Harwin; not to worry though, I’ll do better next time.”
“Next time?”
“Next time, I’ll hire someone better than a fucking Weststar to carry out a simple task.”
You spit in his face, “Traitors cunt.”
Before Thomas can reply, a sharp scream pierces the room, and all hell breaks loose. He lets go of you to see what is going on; you see a flash of short silver hair. At the same time, a knight of the king's guard grabs hold of you and escorts you to the table where your father is standing up, watching as chaos erupts in the centre of the great hall as the lord and ladies, who were dancing moments prior, push and shove each other, many of them falling to the ground.
Your eyes scan the hall, looking for any sign of Rhaenyra. She had disappeared into the crowd of frightened people. “Where’s my sister?” You ask one of the knights, “Rhaenyra! Rhaenyra!”
A horrified shriek fills the room, but it’s from the opposite direction of where the main gathering is. Your father gripped your shoulder tightly; he was afraid. He looks to the knights standing behind the table and says, “Go find my daughter!”
“There! The princess is over there!” Alicent says, pointing at Rhaenyra, that she was backing away from something. When she lets out a loud scream, you push your way through the crowd to get to her, ignoring the calls for you to come back.
Just as you’re about to reach her, an arm reaches around your waist, holding you back. Harwin pulls you back. “Trust me, princess, you don’t want to see what’s down there.”
“What’s happened?”
“Ser Joffrey Lonmouth is dead,” he says, clearing his throat. “So is Thomas Lannister; he’s been killed.”
“Killed? How?”
“He was stabbed multiple times.”
You step back from Harwin to look at Rhaenyra and see your uncle comforting her. You and Daemon lock eyes, and the small nod he gives you is confirmation that he’s the one who killed Thomas.
A sickening knot twisted in your gut.
You turn to the side and vomit after experiencing a sudden pain in your stomach and wave of nausea. You hated Thomas, but the reality of what you had set in motion sank in. Rhaenyra rushes to your side, rubbing your back with one hand and holding your hair back with another. When you look up, Daemon is gone.
It was just another secret for you to keep.
The chill of the night's air bites at your exposed hands as you sit beneath the godswood, looking up at the sky and tracing the stars with your eyes. After the chaos during the feast, your father thought it was best for Rhaenyra and Laenor to marry as soon as possible, which they did in a small ceremony with just family present.
“Princess, I’ve been looking everywhere for you. I was worried when you hadn’t returned to your chamber.” Harwin says as he marches towards you that when you don’t reply, he kneels at your level, reaching for your hand. “Vaella, at some point we need to talk about what has been going on. I know a lot has happened tonight, but I want you to know that I love you, and I’ll remain by your side no matter what happens next.”
You sigh, “I love you too.”
“Then why can’t you look me in the eye?”
“I need to see a maester.” Looking back, you should have realised that things had changed much sooner than now. You lower your head to look at Harwin as tears roll down your cheeks. “I think I’m pregnant.”
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paul-ster · 5 months ago
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Steve and Paulster are sitting next to each other making out on the couch. Paulster rubbed Steve’s pregnant belly as they did so.
“I love you Stevey-poo,” Paulster said.
“I love you more, my Pauly-wauly. You’re such a great kisser,” Steve said.
Suddenly, they felt something wet on the couch. Paulster got up and examined the wet spot.
“Stevey-poo, did you have an accident again?” Paulster asked.
Suddenly, it all clicked in Steve’s head. He was expected to go into labor any day now…
“N-no…I…I think my water broke…” Steve said quietly.
“Oh no! We need to take you to the hospital!” Paulster jumped up from the couch and raced out the door with Steve in tow. They drove like a madman, Steve shrieking in the passenger seat. The hospital was three hours away, so they needed to go fast. Paulster ran over a few people, killing them, and then stopped at a red light.
“OH MY GOD! IT’S COMING OUT!” Steve screamed. “NOOOO!”
“Hold it in!” Paulster said. “The hospital’s only 2 hours and 45 minutes away! You can make it!”
“I CAN’T HOLD IT IN! I’M GIVING BIRTH!”
“Well then stop it. That’s not very sigma of you,” said Paulster as he gave Steve a bombastic skibidi side eye. Steve roared as he pushed one last time. 
“RAAAAAAAAH! SKIBIDI! SKIBIDI FORTNITE!” yelled Steve.
A baby popped out of him and fell on the car seat, then rolled off and landed on the floor.
"WAAAAAAAH! WAAAAAAAAH!"
“Gosh darn it…now our baby’s gonna have brain damage. Just like you, Stevey-poo,” said Paulster as he picked up the baby by the scruff of its’ neck and threw it out the car window. “Ew. Why is it so ugly? I guess it inherited your ginormous nose…”
“How about we make another baby? And make sure it’s prettier this time…” Paulster said slyly.
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Steve grinned.
Everyone’s so creative! 😧
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br0-k3n-sch00lb01 · 8 months ago
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crack nightshade au chatfic
uhhh ye
not underage, post-incidents, post sunflower engagement but pre marriage
also mari doesn't die in this one. the argument happened but she was only knocked out, basil called 911 and she recovered rly fast!!
context: aubrey went to do a gig w/ her band at a club and invited sunny and basil along. blah blah the bagel get drunk etc. Aubrey has been watching basil and sunny make out for like half an hour.
Basil's phone buzzed and he groaned in frustration. Aubrey, Hero, Mari, and Kel had texted the group chat. Herosandwich: is basil drunk ?
Aubunny: yeah and he's being really gay over at the bar w/ sunny
PianOMar11: oh?? what exactly are you seeing?
BallerB01: mari ew . also they're being drunk and gay? niiice dude
Basil typed a response.
theSUNFLOWR: have all of yuo frogotten i ws in te grop chat
Aubunny: have you forgotten I've been watching both of you for ages? You're literally conjoined at the waist
OMORIBoy: fuck off aubrey i know you're enjoying it
BallerB01: WHAT
PianOMar11: this is a new development, little brother
PianOMar11: tell us more, aubrey
Aubunny: NO
Aubunny: HE'S LYING
OMORIBoy: you've been grinning at us like a madman
Aubunny: NO I HAVE N
Herosandwich: lmao
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soft--dragon · 2 years ago
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Ship Repairs
This fic is just fluff, Tech being a little shit and Echo trying to function on little sleep lmao THIS IS ALL PLATONIC, GO AWAY SHIPPERS EW
Word Count: 1,189
Warnings: None
This is a SFW tickle fic, if you don’t like that then don’t read :)
“Wrench.”
“Wrench.”
“Solder blaster.”
“Solder blaster.”
“...Hexdriver.”
“Hexdriver.”
Echo let out a low sigh and turned slowly to look at Tech, who was sitting innocently on a crate next to the array of tools being used to fix the haul of the Marauder. The goggle wearing clone tipped his head to the side in question at the ex-ARC trooper’s glare.
Echo exhaled a slow breath to mentally prepare himself, then asked, “What are you doing?” 
“What are you doing?” Tech said back, head tilting upright again to stare Echo dead-on.
Echo’s gaze only narrowed further. “Tech.”
“Tech.”
“Why are you copying me?”
“Why are you copying me?”
Echo pinched the skin between his eyes tiredly, he was running on too little sleep for this. The missions lately had been hectic and he was not getting enough rest to be diplomatically understanding of anyone’s bantha shit. “Tech, I’d rather not play games right now.”
“Tech, I’d rather not play games right now.”
Alright. It was going to be one of those days.
Tech, while typically quite independent and self-reliant, could have moments where he actively seeked out attention from his other squad members. Instead of just asking like a normal individual, Tech did things the complicated way. He would bait his brothers into light-hearted squabbles by acting like the biggest shithead in the cosmos, indulging his more impish and chaotic side accordingly. Tech knew how to press everyone’s buttons, pestering for long enough and saying the right things that would get a rise out of the other clones and score him the attention he wanted. The Bad Batch all had their ways of dealing with these moments from Tech, but this was the first time Echo had to deal with it himself. Whenever Tech acted like this, the others were around to handle him, but they were all out in town, leaving Echo with the mission of managing the younger clone.
Trying to mimic a stern clone officer from his earlier years as a shiny, he pointed the hexdriver at Tech’s nose with an annoyed look. “Alright, smart ass,” he grumbled. “I’m warning you.”
Tech had a shit-eating grin on his face, not even waiting a second to consider the threat of Echo actually being serious. “Alright, smart ass,” he chirped smugly, “I’m warning-”
Echo grabbed Tech around the middle and wrestled him onto the ground without warning, fighting off a smile at the man’s strangled yelps, clearly trying to hold his tongue from protesting so he could keep the game going. Though, that didn’t keep him from fighting back.
“Do you really want to continue this, Tech? I used to be an ARC trooper, remember?” Echo, even with one hand missing, was easily keeping his brother down. He used to wrestle with his old batch all the time and he’d seen Crosshair take down Tech enough times to know how to do it himself. It almost felt unfair. However…
Tech grinned up at his brother through their tangled arms. “Want to continue this, Tech? I used to be an ARC trooper, remember?” He shot back gleefully, putting on a voice to match Echo’s tone inflections. 
“Son of a-” Without hesitation, Echo’s scomp link gently delved into Tech’s ribcage, mercilessly needling into the tender bones and earning peals of startled laughter. Tech wriggled into the dirt fruitlessly, trying to bat at Echo’s scomp, only to have a wrist snatched up and the mechanical limb prodding into his unshielded armpit, producing a sharp squeal instantly.
Tech never would’ve anticipated Echo to use such outlandish methods like this. He got this from Wrecker and occasionally Hunter, but the cybernetic clone was an outlier to be sure. And not only was he an outlier, but he was also really skilled at this. Tech was spluttering and giggling like a madman, and it hadn’t even been a minute yet. His lack of speech had caught Echo’s attention, and the smirk on his face was downright smug. 
“What? You run out of steam, copycat?” Echo asked as Tech gasped and wheezed for breath. “No more little comments?”
“Y-Yohou ruhuhun ohout- hehehehe- ohohof steheheHEHEAM-!” 
Tech’s attempt to continue the joke was interrupted by Echo’s finding a sweet spot on his upper ribs, causing an uncharacteristic screech to pull from the usually stoic clone. “St-Stohohop!”
“Oh my word, did you say something original?” Echo feigned surprise, though his tone was flat and somehow made Tech laugh even more by the dryness of the comment. “Incredible, let’s see if I can get you to do it again.”
He probed and wormed his scomp into the spaces between Tech’s ribs in an unguessable pattern, keeping the enhanced clone in a flurry of giggles and never letting him get used to one sensation. The onslaught was breaking Tech’s will faster than he expected it to. 
He yelped when a particularly sensitive rib was prodded and tickled by that damn scomp. He couldn’t stop the yelp from leaving his lips. “Ehehecho!”
“Look at that, you did do it again. Congratulations Tech.”
“DohoHOHON’T!”
“Three times, a breakthrough indeed. 
Tech used his free hand to grab the scomp link, shoving it away from his ribs so he could get a breather in. Echo let him, having heard the gasping in Tech’s voice increasing as he’d been laughing. 
“You learned your lesson yet, gremlin?” Echo asked, reminded distinctly of his play fights with his twin and asking that very same question. Tech blew out a breath, slumping in the ground and nodding.
Echo wasn’t buying the silence.
He tore his captured scomp from Tech and poised it at his ribs again, smirking at the wild yelp that burst from Tech as he flinched away from the ‘danger’.
“I wanna hear it, Tech,” said the ex-ARC trooper. “I want you to say, in your own words, that you’ve learnt your lesson.”
Tech, eyeing the scomp link dangerously close to his sensitive ribs, gave a nervous giggle and gulped. He knew better than to poke the disgruntled Tonton with a stick, or however that saying went. “I- I’ve lehearn’t my lesson, Ehecho,” he grinned at the older clone through squinted eyes.
Echo huffed an amused laugh at how giggly Tech still was. “There we go, that wasn’t so hard was it?” He took his hand away from Tech’s wrist to mess with his short, cropped hair and stood up. “What on earth was that even about?” 
He turned back to the ship and picked up another tool to continue his work, letting Tech sit up and gather himself after the ‘attack’. The enhanced clone gave a small chuckle and smiled mischievously up at Echo’s back. His need for attention wasn’t done yet. 
“Well… You’re the one repeating things all the time, guess I wanted to try it out for myself.”
Echo’s movements froze and his eyelid twitched slightly. He threw the tool aside and was diving at Tech before the trooper had the sense to run for the hills, his bright laughter filling the air once again. This time riddled with shrieks as Echo ruthlessly targeted his upper ribs, both with his scomp and his hand. 
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cherry-bomb-ships · 1 year ago
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Ruby's F/o Tournament - FINAL ROUND
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Here we are folks, the final match... The explosives-crazed internationally wanted madman and the Mushroom Kingdom's most terrible enemy. My main f/o, versus the first character I ever made a self insert for. It's our most fiery match ever!!
As always, vote however you see fit, whether you like the character more or my ship with them more. Propaganda will be below the cut. May the best f/o win!! 🧡💜🧡
Junkrat
From anonymous: as a certified junkrat roleplayer i GOTTA go to bat for my boy. He’s like if you made looney tunes as a concept into a person. Autism dialed to 100. I dont care if he’s a criminal he’s a sweetheart. also i think you’d enjoy this tidbit i’ve had him say: “It’s *Junkrat,* thank you very much! I picked that name out meself! Mum didn’t let me make it my legal name, though. Said it’s bad for rez-ew-mes. Jokes on her, I ain’t held a single legal job in all my life. An’ I think Junkrat is very respectable! Makes my interests obvious. I like junkin’, an’ I like rats. Simple!”
From anonymous: Jamie is the most iconic of all! In my mind no one is more synonymous with your blog and your ships and its the first one I fell in love with
From @shipsashore: For the time I've followed your blog, I knew you as Junkrat's lover. Absolutely iconic couple here. Giving my vote to your silly trash husband.
Bowser
From @edencantstopfallininlove: Bowser has the raaaaange. He can go from silly and affable in one moment to ruthless and intimidating in the next. He can BREATHE FIRE for frick's sake. Also a good dad! In the words of the King of the Koopas himself, "Losing is not an option! And neither is giving up!"
From @shipsashore: Not voting for Bowser but I just wanna say yall are still an iconic couple. :)
Notes from Ruby
I'm writing down here because I don't want to put a bias for either of my guys. Sure, Jamie is my main f/o, but Bowser is also my very first, from back when I was only 10 years old and didn't have all these terms for it. He's the first one I ever drew self ship and self insert art for, who I came up with a story for. He means a lot to me and I still love him to this day. On the other hand, Jamie is my main, he's the only f/o I've officially done a wedding for, and sunk countless hours (and dollars) into loving him. This match is an impossible one for me, one I could never choose between... Here's hoping y'all have an easier time 😅💜🧡💜🧡💜
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farsight-the-char · 8 months ago
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Comic reactions:
The Whisper Queen: Zdarsky your Batman related crimes are forgiven (or at least, overlooked). You gave me Large Bisexual Oni Lady, who FUCKS. There are other good characters, but introducing your (of-age, of course) bi characters at orgies should be a new trend. Good art, writing, and Fucking. (pick of week).
The Immortal Thor: Thor went to having his narrative controlled through magic (his cosmic narrative being altered through meme sorcerery), to having his narrative controlled through conventional means (framed for murder). Ewing you madman, I approve. (Pick of Week).
DC's Spring Breakout!: The Lex Luthor story is one of the best Luthor stories in years. Others are good too (Titans and Katana), but Lex is a standout.
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braveclementine · 5 months ago
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Titan
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Warnings: None
Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OC Elizabeth Lightwood. I do not condone any copying of this.
Tony was hidden with the others in the ruins of Titan. The purple grape came through a portal of black, blue, and a little white, looking around, and sighing heavily.
"Oh yeah." Stephen said. He was sitting in the rubble, looking almost sexy with his sitting pose. "You're much more of a Thanos."
"I take it the Maw is dead." Thanos asked and Stephen nodded his head. "This day extracts a heavy toll." He walked towards where the wizard was sitting, "Still, he accomplished his mission."
"You may regret that." Stephen replied in a gravely voice, "He brought you face to face with the Master of the Mystic Arts."
"And where do you think he brought you?" The purple grape grew closer and closer to the wizard.
"Let me guess." Strange said, almost sarcastically. "Your home?"
Thanos paused where he was standing propping one leg up on the rock, almost leaning on it, "It was. And it was beautiful."
The world changed around them, almost giving Tony motion sickness. He could even see people walking down where the fountain square would have been. The destroyed machines in the background were flying now in the sky, and the others were large buildings for conventions and such.
"Titan was like most planets. Too many mouths, and not enough to go around. And when we faced extinction, I offered a solution."
"Genocide." Strange finished for him, looking skeptical.
"But at random, dispassionate, fair to rich and poor alike. They called me a madman. And what I predicted came to pass." The illusion dropped, returning to its normal, ruined state.
"Congratulations." Strange's voice definitely dripped with sarcasm this time. "You're a prophet."
"I'm a survivor."
It took all of Tony's strength not to sing, 'I'm a survivor, I'm not gonna give up.'
"Who wants to murder trillions." Strange answered harshly.
"With all six stones, I could simply snap my fingers, and they would all cease to exist. I call that. . . Mercy." Thanos said, demonstrating the snapping of fingers with his ungloved hand.
Stephen stood up then, walking down the steps, "And then what?"
"I finally rest. . . And watch the sun rise on a grateful universe. The hardest choices require the strongest wills."
"I think you'll find-" Stephen clasped his wrists together, "our will-" the orange shields started to appear, "equal to yours."
"Our?" Thanos asked as Tony flew down with the hunk of metal in front of him. He was scanning through it to see his target below him.
"Piece of cake Quil." Tony retorted as it smashed to the ground, squashing the man like a bug.
"Yeah, if your goal was to piss him off." Quil responded, flying in from the other side.
Purple power erupted from underneath the metal and then red glowed as the metal all turned into bats. Tony tried to shoot them, but they swarmed him, flying him backwards, overwhelming him.
Peter webbed him in the eye and Drax leapt down, slashing Thanos across the back of his leg. Strange summoned a blade, but Thanos stopped it, ripping the webbing away from his eye. Advancing on Strange, attempting to kick him as the wizard produced a shield. It blocked the kick, but the force still sent the wizard flying backwards.
Quil and Strange worked together, Quil blasting him with his gun, Stephen throwing magic at the purple eggplant.
Ew. Tony was going to have to stop sending eggplant emojis to Y/N after this.
Quil shot Thanos from behind, causing Thanos to turn. He used Stephen's portals to jump from each of them, flipping behind Thanos, placing a bomb on his back. He turned to face Thanos, disengaging the face plate. "Boom!" He shouted, giving him the middle finger, before falling backwards into one of the wizards' full portals. The bomb went off, electricity crawling over the grapes' body.
Stephen's cloak wrapped around the gloved gauntlet, before the wizard started opening portals and the spider kid started jumping out of them.
"Magic!"
"More magic!"
"Magic with a kick!" he kicked Thanos in the face.
"Magic with a-" Peter was cut off as Thanos grabbed him around the throat, slamming him into the ground. He threw Peter at Strange and the wizard was knocked to the ground, the spider slammed against the metal box.
He ripped the cloak off his hand and Tony took that as his cue, swinging back around, dropping explosions and sending bullets at the standing Titan.
Tony groaned as the Titan sucked the flames up, before sending them at him. Tony cried out, caught up in the flames, getting blasted back into one of the now destroyed and ruined buildings.
Tony made it out to see a blue thing go flying and crashing, before the wizard wrapped glowing red ropes around the gauntlet, pulling. Drax knocked the Titan to his knees. Tony landed, the ropes releasing and he started to pull with all of his strength as Peter started to wrap rope around him.
Stephen opened a portal above his head so that Mantis could drop down and put the Titan to sleep.
They were all grunting, Strange digging his heels in as he used the red ropes on the other hand now. Peter digging the new legs Tony had designed into the concrete. Mantis pressed harder against his temples and Drax kept him down with his arms around his legs. Tony continued to pull at the gauntlet, feeling it give, inch by inch.
"Is he under? Don't let up." Tony commanded.
"Be quick. He is very strong!" Mantis said, her feelers glowing white and she squeezed her eyes closed.
"Parker? Help! Get over here." Tony called out. Peter hurried to his side, "She can't hold him much longer. Let's go. We gotta open his fingers to get it off!"
Quil suddenly landed, almost gloating as he sauntered over, "I thought you'd be harder to catch. For the record, this was my plan. Not so strong now, huh? Where's Gamora?"
"My. . . Gamora. . .?" Thanos groaned.
"Oh, bull–shit. Where is she?" Quil growled. Tony already knew the answer, because Quil had screamed in pain earlier. Tony already knew the answer, because the soul stone was on the glove.
"He is in anguish." Mantis finalized Tony's thoughts. He pulled harder at the glove. Once Quil realized, punches were going to be thrown and he needed the glove off before that happened.
"Good." Quil replied coldly, not realizing what that meant.
Mantis was crying now as she continued, "He. . . he. . . he mourns!"
"What does this monster have to mourn?!" Drax asked angrily.
"Gamora." The blue woman person robot thing whispered.
"What?" Quil asked her.
"He took her to Vormir. He came back with the Soul Stone. . . but she didn't."
"Okay, Quill, you gotta cool it right now, understand?" Tony panicked, warning him. He watched Quil turn to Thanos and pulled harder, "Don't, don't, don't engage, we've almost got this off!"
"Tell me she's lying." Quil ordered. "ASSHOLE! Tell me you didn't do it!"
"I. . . had. . . to. . ." Thanos mumbled.
Quil was starting to tear up, realizing what his past pain meant. "No, you didn't. . . No, you didn't" Quil hit Thanos across the face with his gun. "NO YOU DIDN'T!" He hit again, throwing Mantis' hands off of Thanos, starting to wake him up.
"Stop!" Tony grabbed Quil, trying to get him away from Thanos.
Thanos fought them with an equal strength and Tony saw that Strange actually looked surprised as he was yanked and tossed over Thanos' head. Thanos stopped the blue girl, Quil, and Drax from charging with the power stone.
Tony lunged, bringing his arms down, fighting against Thanos now. The Titan head butted him and Tony went flying backwards, tumbling over backwards.
Tony watched as Thanos pulled power from the moon above them. Tony lunged into the air as it started to come down on Titan. Tony flew up, placing his back against it, trying to boost upwards, but instead, was crushed underneath it, between the moon and the planet.
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Stephen stepped onto a rock as things started to explode on the planet. The young boy was turning out to be useful, saving the others as they were unconscious in the air.
Stephen wasted no time, pulling up his shields and then slamming them into the ground. Thanos managed to dodge them just barely, trying to slam him with a burst of power from the power stone. Stephen blocked it with a mirror dimension, sending it at him.
He managed to suck the mirror dimension into one of the other stones, before sending it at Strange. He created a shield, the power turning into gentle blue butterflies.
Stephen lifted into the air, using his powers to create multiples of him, all of them identical and flowing outwards. In sync, all two hundred of them lashed out at him with their ropes, capturing his entire body.
Thanos used the power stone, dispersing his copies back into his body. Stephen was jolted in the air a little. Suddenly, Stephen found himself flying towards the Titan, into his hand around his neck.
"You are full of tricks wizard." Thanos said, before ripping the eye of agamotto off of his chest. "But you never once used your greatest weapon." He crushed it in his hand revealing. . .nothing. "A fake." Thanos almost smiled. Stephen struggled to get out of his grasp.
He tossed Stephen to the ground and he rolled over until he was on his stomach.
He heard Iron feet hit the ground and heard Tony say rather angrily, "If you throw another moon at me, then I'm gonna lose it."
Stephen almost chuckled.
"Stark." Thanos hissed.
"You know me?" Tony asked.
"I do. You're not the only one cursed with knowledge."
"My only curse is you." Tony responded.
Stephen rolled over in time to see Stark send missiles at him.
"Come on." Thanos growled, lifting his gauntlet to block them.
Tony flew forwards, bashing him in the chest with his feet, doing a back tuck in midair, landing then. His blasters slammed Thanos back into the rock behind him. Thanos reached forward, ripping the head off, going to punch him and did so, just as Tony blocked it with another helmet.
Nanotech. Stark really had outdone himself.
Thanos ripped the lock that Tony had placed on his hand, blasting him with purple aura from the power stone. Tony blocked it with one of his shields. Then Tony flew out from behind the shield, slamming his hand down, locking it with a new prothesis of his foot, his arm turning into more of a hammer shape, slamming Thanos across the face.
"All that for a drop of blood." Thanos grinned.
He knocked Stark to his feet, punching him over and over. Stephen wished he could get up, even though he had seen what would happen, knew Stark would survive. He still wanted to get up.
He had to admit, Stark gave it his all. Even as bits of his suit were destroyed, he sent it to other parts, trying to use his blasters. Switching from his legs, to create a sharp weapon. A weapon which Thanos broke off, and then stabbed through his stomach.
Stephen knew at that moment on Earth, Y/N would scream in pain and know that Tony was in danger. But she wouldn't be able to do anything about it.
"You have my respect Stark. When I'm done, half of humanity will still be alive. I hope they remember you." Thanos stepped back from him.
"Stop." Stephen cried out and Thanos turned, not lowering the gauntlet which he was going to destroy Tony with. "Spare his life and I will give you the stone."
"No tricks." Thanos growled.
Stephen shook his head, heart beating in his chest. Betraying everything he knew. At least. . . at least when it all ended, neither he nor Sam would have to spend that five years without each other. They would both be gone, and then both come back. And they would help each other through that missing five years.
"Don't." Tony choked out as Thanos turned the gauntlet of stones towards Stephen.
But Stephen lifted his hand, revealing the green Time stone. Thanos held his hand out for it and Stephen felt like he was near tears. Yes, he and Sam would survive. But Natasha wouldn't. Stark wouldn't in the end. Even though he barely knew the two, he knew Y/N at the very least. And they had kids. . .
Stephen let the stone go, and it floated towards Thanos. Tony grunted, trying to breathe through the pain.
"One to go." Thanos grunted.
A bullet suddenly bounced off his gauntlet as Quil came flying out of nowhere, shooting at him. Thanos didn't even looked phased, stepping backwards into the same portal as he had come. Quil fell forwards into the wreckage.
Quil got to his feet, dropping his face plate, "WHERE IS HE?"
Tony closed up his wound with sort of icing mechanism.
And then Quil asked, "Did we just lose?"
Stephen heard Tony asked quietly, "Why would you do that?"
Stephen simply said, "We're in the endgame now."
And they would lose.
But they would win. . . with loss.
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Tony was helped to his feet by Peter. Quil had an arm around Mantis' body while Drax and the blue girl came down as well. He noticed that the wizard stayed where he was, beaten, bruised, bloody, defeated.
He remembered on the ship that the wizard had said he wouldn't trade the stone for any lives. But he had traded it for his.
"Somethings happening." Mantis said shakily and Tony watched with horror as she suddenly started to turn into what looked like dust or ash. Maybe even small, curled dead brown leaves. Quil stared in surprise.
They looked over and saw Drax looking down at his arm. And all he did was look back up and ask, "Quil?" Before he was completely gone.
"Steady Quil." Tony said, feeling panicked himself. Was Y/N witnessing this? Or worse- was this happening to Y/N?
"Oh man." Quil whispered, before turning into dust.
"Tony."
Tony turned around to face Stephen. He had his arm propped on his knee, holding the photo of Sam that Tony had given him. Yet, he still looked up at Tony while he spoke, "There was no other way." And he held his gaze until he too turned into dust.
"Mr. Stark?" A pained voice said.
Tony slowly turned to face the kid, heart ramming painfully in his chest. Surely he wasn't going to lose every single one of them, was he?
"I don't feel so good." Peter cried out.
"You're alright." Tony said, almost harshly, more trying to convince himself.
"I don't know what's happening." Peter said, looking down at his hands, stumbling forwards. He tripped, falling into Tony and Tony caught him in his arms. The boy clutched him hard. "I don't wanna go. I don't wanna go. Sir, please. Please, I don't wanna go."
Tony slowly lowered the boy until he could lay him flat on his back. Tony tried to remind himself that even if Peter had stayed on Earth, it would still be happening to him. "Sir." Peter whispered, looking at him, before his eyes adverted to the sky, and he was gone too.
Tony slid his hand into the ash, finding nothing, before wiping his hands. He sat up, curling into himself a little.
"He did it." The blue girl whispered behind him. She sat down, not quite next to him, but close enough.
Tony felt a strange emptiness in him. They had lost. Completely. Yet, Strange had said it was the only way. . . there had to be more.
His hands were covered in blood- his blood. His wound was closed up, his suit was destroyed. And he was left in space, on a planet that he didn't even know had existed, with a girl that looked like she was a cyborg with blue skin.
"Oh God." He whispered. "Oh God." 
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phonebutchblues · 1 year ago
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sitting here high talking to myself about season 1 meta for like an hour. so this post might be the work of a madman and also if feels like they're moving away from this approach vibe. but as much as the cast and creatives love to talk about how cool it is that they made a show that isnt about a Gay Couple, its just a pirate rom-com, their queerness is such an important layer to the dynamics of the "breakup."
like, ed, who is presumably out as queer and more comfortable in his attraction to men, gets left behind and feeling like it was all a lie. left to question if stede just left because he couldnt commit to him specifically or (stay with me i know its insane for anyone to think stede could be straight, but i feel like it's safe to say ed has gone pro in anxious rumination) if he left because ed's not a woman... (yet)
and it's very important why stede goes back to mary and doesnt just hide away- his self-worth was so tied to his duty to being a husband and ideas of hetero masculinity he's inherited, that after that breaking point with badminton, it felt like going back to repressing his queerness indefinitely was his only option. you see how hard he swings back into those roles and basically being a misogynist controlling husband. like ew girlypop what happened to you? hey... repressing the gay thoughts did. episode 10 is very essentially about stede finally coming out to himself and to mary, and ed's side of the situation is representation for a... very real thing thats a risk of dating people who aren't out, and that happens to many.
just something i notice/at least that's how i read it lol/im having a great argument with myself in my head about if ed thinks that stede knows that he's gay... that's a related interesting question to pose.
but anyways this has been a post about why the gay pirate show is gay, hope this helps.
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epickiya722 · 2 years ago
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REACTIONS TO EPISODE 21 - THE LOVELY LADY NAGANT
Oh, you know the usual by now!
LAST EPISODE'S REACTIONS
Oh, here we go! My favorite green boy facing this pink and blue haired lady!
The assassin going "All... All Might?" Yeah, same.
I love how All Might is still a badass even after he becomes quirkless. Like I don't know if they'll show it, but spoiler alert, he shows up back later after the assassins without injuries. Like... what happened?!
Okay, that man talking mad heavy for someone who is about to get his shit rocked. LOOK AT THAT STANCE!!!
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OKAY, ALL MIGHT!!! ON HIS PROTECTIVE DAD SCHEDULE!!! OKAY!!! WE LOVE TO SEE IT!!!
Can't believe she is walking on sunshine... in the rain.
AFO is like one of the biggest cheaters in anime, I swear.
Air Walk is just Float and Anti-Gravity, let's be honest. AFO, dude, so unoriginal! 😆
Love those little icons. Especially, Izuku's.
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En's "hey, hey, kid". That is cute!
The little bounces!!! OMG, even when he's badass, he is still too adorable! Izuku, you are such a rabbit for real!
Hey, Third!! 😊
Okay, that's right, the bouncing was necessary! About to use the 3rd's quirk! Fa Jin, if I remember correctly!
I was correct!
Look how she is standing...
"Only if I was hiding in it!" Deku coming in with the boasting?! Yessss!!!
JUST TELL HIM WHERE AFO IS!! HE SAID PLEASE!
Did she just gut check my guy?!
Third looks so mad here...
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Aaaaw, the kids wanted a handshake from her!! SO ADORABLE!!! 😭😭😭
Then of course, trauma...
"Everything is fake." Hey, I'm real, thank you very much! Air is real!
She was asking good questions though! Some parts of society is sketchy and the Commission is no different. When you think about it, the heroes are their puppets and victims. I mean, Hawks is an example!
She sure did kill the President of the Commission! He kinda had it coming...
"I bet you didn't know..." whatever you're about to say and what you said before is something Izuku wouldn't know. He is 16, lady. 16. He barely has had a life and all he knows is heroes.
In fact, I don't get that! When the villain talks to their KID opponent like they know everything about the bad side and whatnot. Sometimes, angry at the KID as if they had any hand, you know. Like the KID wasn't raised to believe such facades, like they're victims in this situation, too.
"What's good in restoring this illusion?" You're right, but... consider changes are coming and that working with AFO who is the WORST CHOICE FOR SOCIETY is STUPID.
Ma'am President was kinda pretty, I won't lie.
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Aaaww, look at that smile!
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So you rather have a society controlled by a madman who will run everything by fear all because, get this, his motivation to be the "Demon Lord" came from COMIC BOOKS HE READ AS A CHILD WITH HIS LITTLE BROTHER.
ALSO HE IS A MANIPULATOR!! WOW!!! Seems he got you, Nagant!!
"The entire world is gray." THANK YOU!!! Everyone is like this is black and this is white and here is Izuku like done with people. I don't blame him.
Education has nothing to do with that moral, honey. Izuku has always been like that and he has experience.
Ew...
Oh, her card!
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I almost forgot about Chisaki.
"Let me see my boss again." Aaaah, feeling that guilt, ain't you? Put the man in a coma and then experimented on his little, defenseless granddaughter so you can create bullets to take away people's quirks. Shame, shame, shame.
OKAY, IZUKU!!!! YEEEESSSS!!
"We'll talk later, Chisaki." That means nothing good maybe.
Not only did he use the quirks in an effective way, but at the same time caught on to Lady Nagant's act. He really be analyzing everything and it's unreal just how much he is a threat.
AFO really just made this lady blow up... oooh, you are gonna get what's coming to you!!
Pitiful and pathetic?! PITIFUL AND PATHETIC?! SAYS YOU, AFO!
"A successor? In the Commission?" I know, crazy ain't it?
Yes, he probably has some unspeakable things. They picked him up when he was way younger than you! 😃
She's not gonna die...
That's the face of someone who has carried so much weight, he is done with folks, he is hungry, he is tired, he got shot multiple times, he dirty... he's not even vibrant green anymore!
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Chisaki, don't interrupt him.
He's right, if there is someone you should be apologizing to it's Eri! That sweet precious child! You took his grandpa away and experimented on her!
Oooohh... that feral look in his eyes... this isn't good...
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The preview didn't even end on a "PLUS ULTRA"!! "I'll be fine." NO YOU WILL NOT BE!! I AM WORRIED FOR YOU!! 😭💔
Always am... but still!!
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dogearedfriends · 1 year ago
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I felt the same way about my Elton concert, but at least people had a good time! I had fairly close (and pricey) seats, and the guy next to me scrolled through his phone then left halfway through. I'll ask you though- which is/are your fav album(s)? Is it Captain Fantastic?
yeah i mean i think most people had a blast!! i just got seated next to boring rich people from stockholm (ew lol)
VERY complicated question which i will DELIGHT in trying my best to answer!!
captain fantastic is my favourite in terms of cohesion, like the concept and relationships between songs are DELICIOUS!
but in terms of which album has the most songs i love i'd have to say either madman (which has also been one of my faves the longest, essentially since i started listening to Elton, and also has indian sunset, which is my favourite song basically ever) or self titled or blue moves (though blue moves has an unfair advantage since it's so long!!)
so!! it's a hard question but only because they're all so GOOD!!! what about you??
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blissfulalchemist · 2 years ago
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WIP Manic Monday
Hello! Hi! I was tagged most recently that I can remember being @unholymilf and @indorilnerevarine and I am here to share stuff I have because there’s something a little more substantial of late. Tagging with no pressure at all: @florbelles @belorage @strafethesesinners @heroofpenamstan @adelaidedrubman @confidentandgood @shallow-gravy @tommymillers @jackiesarch @themarcspector @shellibisshe @leviiackrman and anyone else that has something they want to share! Still ff based apologies. But! Have some Hythlothea and Stasia! Spoilers for EW and the start of some spice with the second piece (been a hot minute for spice writing so uhm yeah we’ll see how that goes)
Stasia
Her eyes follow Emet-Selch as he storms out of the building before she moves, running just behind his friend that calls out with a voice that cracks. Emet-Selch disappears in a black void, making Stasia growl as she brings herself closer to Hythlodaeus hoping he too will create some portal to follow him. After a quick glance he opens one up right on queue and she tries her best to not press against him as she hitches a ride to Emet-Selch. The older man rolls his eyes when he sees his friend, jaw clenching.
“If it wasn’t obvious enough, I wish to be left alone. That tale they spun is preposterous and you know it, so why even humor the idea?”
“Because what if it is true? I certainly do not wish to think that I would ever hurt those closest to me, feels nigh impossible, yet the gravity of it all-.”
“They are lying and whoever it was that put them up to this decided that I should be painted a villain.”
“Why would they create such a story if there wasn’t some truth to it?”
“Because they weren’t the only stray we picked up.” Both sets of eyes fixate on Stasia as she takes a half step back, “I know you’ve been following us so reveal yourself before I do it for you.”
Stasia takes a deep breath releasing the spell and pushing her hood back, neither looking the least bit surprised. “I see you adjusted and granted them some aether, Emet-Selch,” Hythlodaeus remarks.
“The aether was him, my size was by my own doing, thank you very much,” she corrects incorrectly.
“Which is a matter I would also like to discuss after we find out just who you are and what your role is in all of this.”
Emet-Selch crosses his arms, eyes narrowing as he waits for her answer. “I’m the person that knew you for three hundred years and the one to tell you that the Warrior’s story is true. All of it.”
“So you’re also saying I’m destined to become this madman that recreates an illusion that is an insult to my people.”
“You were ever so loyal to your cause, so particular about it, every step planned out,” she says, averting her gaze, “I had no choice but to conclude all those years finally caught up to you and simply snapped.”
[something something stasia explains a little]
“I still would never forsake my brethren.”
“Ha!” She scoffs, “How rich of a lie.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“You do forsake your brethren.”
“I never-.”
“You forsook me!” The two men step back as her hands turn to fists, “You forsook me, Emet-Selch. You used me as another pawn to bring back this world. I spent years, decades, listening to you tell me about this place, about the people and how great it will be for me. You told me how I was a part of your people and that was why I would never be accepted by those around me. You lied to me. You told those Scions how you wouldn’t feel guilty for killing people with sundered souls because you didn’t consider them truly alive. Seeing as I am some kind of sundered soul myself I knew you grouped me in with them. I was never going to be a part of these people. You were never going to accept me, letting me die with the rest of them, so what other recourse did I have?”
Hythlodaeus x Anthea
“What is it that has your thoughts so far away?”
“What is to come for the two of us should your life keep moving at the pace it has been lately.” Anthea sighs, focusing on his hand, “I fear there may come a time where I can no longer find a place within it.”
“Oh come now, there will always be a place for you. I will make sure of it.” He sits up when they don’t respond, taking their hands, “Anthea, look at me, I will never abandon you. Every decision I have made in recent months was not made without you in mind. I will want you around so long as you will want me in your life.” His fingers caress their cheek and down their jaw, “I care about you quite a lot and I would be devastated if I could not see you.”
“Devastated?”
He nods, “I resent the little time I am given to see you currently. It never quite feels like it’s enough, when I so easily begin to miss the color of your eyes, your laugh when the sun shines upon your face, or the warmth your touch brings when I leave your side.” He moves closer, fingers delicately tracing their lips, “I try to commit every part of you to memory, yet none will ever bring about the true pleasure I feel being with you, my Anthea.”
Their breathing turns heavy, heart pounding so loud they swear he can hear it, and lips starting to part with the way he traces their face. “Are-are you saying that you-?”
“Think of you?” Anthea nods, leaning closer, “I do so quite often, and in ways that can…,” he hums, hand moving down their throat in a feather touch that has Anthea closing their eyes, breathing out a small moan. Hythlodaeus smirks, letting his fingers dance against their collarbone, “I could tell you about what it is I think about? If you answer me one simple question.”
“What could you possibly wish to know, my love?” Their breath catches as his hand finds its way behind their neck and his lips are brought down to theirs.
He pulls away, voice low as he asks, “Do you think of me when you are feeling lonely?” Their eyes open as they fumble for the word yes, his kisses trailing their jaw and down their neck. “Do you imagine me doing things like this?” His kiss is rougher just above the crook of their neck, teeth nipping just enough that a small mark will form against Anthea’s fair skin. “Hm? Or about me doing this,” his breath is cool against their heated skin as he makes his way down to the knot keeping their robe from falling too far down the chest, free hand sliding underneath their robe, starting to make its way up their leg. His teeth grab onto one end, pulling back until it’s released, Anthea’s hands instinctively reaching to cover themselves when his lips find theirs once more.
Anthea reaches out to grab hold of the front of his robe, “I thought you were going to tell me just what it was you thought about?”
He chuckles, “You have yet to answer my question,” his hand rides further up, grabbing hold of their thigh, “Answer and I’ll be glad to tell you mine.”
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