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fohatic · 6 months ago

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(manip by me, original poster by art chantry)

welp there's a (short!) fic now 😏

for the "kink: condoms are fun!" square of my @cap-ironman stony bingo round 2 card, 1.5k, rated E:

Like so many 21st-century notions that most modern folks took for granted, getting Steve Rogers onboard with the idea of condoms for gay sex was yet another concept that required some getting used to. As ever, Tony was more than willing to help him adjust to it -- was particularly eager, in fact, to demonstrate it for him.

So he took Steve’s hesitant objections in stride. Though he conceded that STDs weren't actually an issue between them, Tony still felt obligated to get Steve up-to-date on one of the primary functions of using protection. He didn’t blame the poor guy for assuming that “VD” was only something that men contracted from women, given how the sex-ed propaganda of Steve’s time pointedly ignored the existence of homosexuals at every turn (yes, Tony had become quite the WWII-era culture buff ever since he and Steve got together). “Rubbers,” ergo, were only used to prevent pregnancy and war effort-undermining cooties from ‘loose women,’ as far as Steve was concerned.

He hadn’t yet learned about the AIDS epidemic. He hadn’t learned anything at all, really, about homosexuality, aside from what little he’d gleaned from his limited exposure to different cultures and social norms during his stint as a soldier. Just getting him to come out of his internalized-homophobic shell even a little bit after Tony had finally figured out that the tension between them stemmed from a sex thing rather than the other kind of dick-versus-asshole thing was a huge challenge all on its own; one which Tony had only persevered through because he was already way too far-gone on the guy by then to consider giving up.

But now— after way too much dithering and denial and a gradually-dawning acceptance of the earth-shattering truth of the matter— they were finally fucking each other. Enthusiastically, and often. Tony’s patience had won out big time, and his rewards just kept on coming. And coming. And coming.

Turns out, Steve has a refractory period that’s basically non-existent. One of the many benefits of being serum-enhanced. Truly, Tony has no complaints on that score, considering his own notoriously rabid sex drive. Match made in heaven, in all honesty. It would seem that Steve is intent on making up for lost time, and Tony is only too happy to oblige him at every opportunity—

—which is where the condom thing comes in. Tony doesn’t mind that they’re fucking like rabbits now. It’s great! Amazing! Best thing that’s ever happened to him, really! But honestly— it can get kinda messy, given how Steve seems determined to fuck on every conceivable surface he can think of -- and often during moments that might not be entirely convenient, such as in the immediate aftermath of a mission; be that during touchdown at SHIELD headquarters when he and Tony are still suited up, or even on the freshly-vacated Quinjet on a number of occasions... -- occasions which their teammates definitely weren’t as oblivious to as Steve had been quick to assume in his lust-clouded fever (Tony had seen Nat’s knowing look after Steve had asserted his captain’s voice to tell him, “Stark: hang back a moment. There’s something I need to discuss with you in private.”) He was so disastrously conspicuous sometimes, but Tony wasn't bothered by it. He just found it ridiculously charming.

So Tony’s started carrying condoms around with him at all times now, knowing that Steve’s delightfully unhinged libido could strike at any moment. It's his privilege to always be ready for him.

The first time Tony fished one of these out of his pocket and pressed it against Steve’s big, warm chest during a heated make-out session in the locker room, Steve frowned down at the little packet with the most adorably confused expression Tony had ever seen on a full-grown human.

“...A rubber?”

“Uh huh,” Tony had breathed out, eagerly rolling his hips against the massive thigh still shoved between his legs.

“What for?”

It was actually really funny, just how nonplussed his face looked in that moment. Tony bit back his reaction to laugh, though, knowing how sensitive Steve could be when he thought Tony was laughing at him.

“For sex,” Tony grinned, deliberately pressing his hard-on against the larger man and feeling a little giddy with how much he wanted exactly that, pronto. “What else?”

“We’re both fellas, though,” Steve needlessly pointed out, getting that deep furrow between his brows as a particularly splotchy flush spread over his face -- Tony knew by now that these together were more of an indication of embarrassment than arousal. Uh oh.

It was sometimes a bit of a tightrope walk, maintaining a modern homosexual relationship with a man as complicated as Steve Rogers. Tony was still learning how to navigate his changeable moods and specific triggers, but it was a task he was surprised to find himself more than willing to put up with. It was actually kind of thrilling, the way he was always keeping Tony on his toes.

So that first, clumsy attempt in the locker room hadn’t convinced Steve that condoms were a convenient means of mitigating the messier aspects of assfucking, which in retrospect was Tony’s bad: Steve wasn’t wrong when he'd pointed out that the showers were right there.

Then later that week, when Tony tried again by attempting to argue that condoms were actually “fun,” Steve had gotten a bit petulant when he'd mistakenly jumped to the very erroneous conclusion that Tony didn’t actually like getting pumped full of an unholy amount of hot supersoldier jizz on the regular. On the contrary, it was something he often enjoyed with a zeal that bordered on some kind of perversion… Only, there was a time and place for indulging in what basically amounted to a serious cum-inflation kink, which—in his modest opinion—was best enjoyed in the comfort of an actual bedroom.

Later, ensconced in the privacy of said bedroom, he explained this to Steve. In so much detail. He made sure to be very clear about what he liked and when/where he liked it, ensuring that there would be no doubt as to how sincerely he meant it by encouraging Steve to properly fill him up right there on his oversized bed. Then—just because Steve seemed to really appreciate these sorts of practical demonstrations—Tony made it very clear what occurred afterwards, illustrating this by strutting naked around the bedroom and letting Steve’s jizz drip down between his legs while he continued to elaborate on the pros and cons of letting Steve put him in such a state while out in public. He definitely had Steve’s rapt attention, this time.

Still, he didn’t fully sell his argument until the following weekend, when they’d been out together at that gala all night in their well-tailored formalwear, making eyes at each other in between all the endless schmoozing and sipping from champagne flutes and munching on canapes.

Steve found a little secluded balcony that wasn’t in use, because of course he did. Say what you will about him being a late bloomer; there was no denying that the guy had quite the aptitude for arranging semi-covert assignations at a moment’s notice.

He wasn’t wearing his utility belt, though, which meant that he didn’t have his handy dandy lube tube that he’d taken to carrying around these days. So when Tony caught him trying to spit on his fingers after getting a hand down Tony's pants and squeezing Tony’s ass in a signal he’d come to recognize as Steve’s signature “I wanna fuck you right now” move, he intercepted him just in time to demonstrate the magic of 21st-century lubricated condoms.

Getting to bend Tony over the railing like that and have at him at the drop of his $3000 pants with no prep required—then coming profusely into Tony’s grateful ass without spilling a single drop of superspunk on either of their very nice garments—was something of an eye-opening experience for Steve Rogers.

He could admit, afterwards— as they righted their clothing and kissed like they’d been waiting all night to get their mouths on each other in order to finally breathe properly— that Tony might’ve actually had a point about the “rubbers.”

“They’re fun, aren’t they?” Tony smirked as he smoothed his hands down the fine weave of Steve’s black dinner jacket, continually enamored with the way that all that broadness narrowed down to such a grabbable little waist. “...Anytime, anywhere.”

“Yeah,” Steve agreed, looking at Tony with a fondness that couldn’t possibly have just been about the whole condom thing. Sometimes when Steve looked at him like that, it felt like his insides were melting; like Steve could reduce him to literal goo with just a look. Quite the superpower, that one.

Steve’s eyes did that funny thing where they grew impossibly warmer as he reached to fix Tony’s hair with gentle fingers, telling him, “I think I’m coming around to the idea.”

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#stony #steve rogers/tony stark #stony fic #stevetony #steve rogers #tony stark #ficlet #my fanfic #manip #fanart #tony stark bingo round 2 #condoms #nsfk #smut #my edit

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steviestits · 6 months ago

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Lord Munson Takes a Bride - Part 1.1

Written for a dm prompt, which can be read in its entirety on this fic's masterpost.

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Rating: T (E in later chapters) Summary: When Steve Harrington was shipped off to the Buckley farm after embarrassing his parents by presenting as an omega, he thought that he was done with high society and would spend the rest of his days caring for chickens and horses. That is until one day, the mysterious Lord Munson arrives at his doorstep to mate with him after his parents promised Steve to him so they could renew their squandered fortunes. Now Steve has to learn how to be a proper omega as he allows the alpha to court him. But there seems to be more to the arrangement than Steve knows, along with a lingering memory of a servant from his past. (Regency Era Omegaverse au which takes inspiration from Pride and Prejudice, Wuthering Heights, and the Count of Monte Cristo.) Eventual Trigger Warning: Mpreg

Wiping the sweat off his brow with the sleeve of his shirt, Steve looked down at the chickens milling about his feet, clunking as they waited for him to feed them. He threw them seed from the apron that he wore over his worn skirt, and they stooped their heads to peck at the ground. This was the simple routine that Steve followed since arriving at the small countryside farm that his parents had sent him to after he presented as an omega. He’d wake up, feed the chickens, tend to the horses, water the garden, and harvest some vegetables for their meals for the day. It was hard yet honest work, which Steve enjoyed.

Steve’s life before coming to the farm had been a complicated one filled with expectations and strict rules. His parents had thought that he’d present as an alpha, so since birth, that’s what they taught him, wanting him to be the perfect alpha and even had a bride already picked out for him, hoping that he could marry into the other pack to raise the Harrington’s status among the other nobles. They brought him to parties, introducing him as their alpha heir, and forced him to network with others that were presumed to present as an alpha, too.

Servants took care of all the chores for him, and he didn’t have to life a finger for much of his childhood. All that changed, however, when it finally came time to present. Everyone in their pack gathered for the celebration to welcome the new alpha into their ranks, except he didn’t present as an alpha. He presented as omega, which many viewed as inferior because they were barred from inheriting land and leadership of a pack. Also, Harringtons only had alpha men and omega women, having an omega son was an embarrassment, so his parents did the only thing they could do, which was ship him off to the country and pretend they never had him.

At first, life on the small farm belonging to the Buckleys was rough, and their omega daughter, Robin, hated him. Steve never gave up, though. He eventually got used to life here, had come to enjoy it, while he befriended Robin, as well. The other omega was like a sister to him now. Often a night, they’d sneak into each other’s room in order to stay up late whispering secrets to each other underneath the linen bed sheets. Neither of them were interested in the typical alphas that strutted around, thinking they were better than everyone else, but they still liked to gossip about the ones they heard of in the town market.

The most talked about alpha recently was the mysterious Lord Munson. He’d come out of nowhere, buying up property and companies. Some said he was a lord from a small country who came to a bigger pond since he’d outgrown his own, while others said that he was a duke’s bastard son and had been paid off with a title as to not come forward about his lineage. Everyone said a different story, but all knew one thing, which was that the alpha had purchased a manor in this very countryside with plans to make it his summer home. Not that any of this concerned, or at least he hadn’t thought it did until today.

“Steve!” Mrs. Buckley yelled breathlessly. “Steve, there you are!”

Raising his head, he saw Mrs. Buckley hurriedly running towards him while fisting her skirt to prevent herself from tripping over it in her frenzied pace. Her cheeks were flushed while strands of dirty blonde hair fell from her tight bun. She had a manic look in her blue eye, though Steve couldn’t tell if it was one of pure excitement, absolute panic, or perhaps a mixture of both.

“This is where I always am at this hour,” Steve said as she approached. “Why? What’s the matter? Has Butternut escaped her pen again?”

“No, this isn’t about a damn horse! This is about Lord Munson!”

Steve frowned. “Lord Munson?”

“Yes! Lord Munson!”

“What about Lord Munson then?”

“He’s here!” Mrs. Buckley grabbed both his shoulders and gave him a small shake. “He’s here, and he’s requested to see you!”

The statement only made Steve’s frown deepen. “I don’t understand. Why would he come here to see me? Couldn’t he have just sent a messenger?”

“You’re such a naïve little thing, aren’t you?” she said with a laugh. “He’s here to begin courting you, deary. Lord Munson wishes to mate with you!”

“What!?” Steve blinked rapidly, as if trying to wake from a dream. “Why would he be here to court me? I don’t even know him!”

“He didn’t say. But what does it matter? You can ask later. Right now, we must make you presentable and see if we can make you look like a proper omega for once.”

Before Steve could argue with her, Mrs. Buckley forced him to turn around then practically dragged him back to the house. She brought him around the back, since presumably, Lord Munson was waiting in the front, and shoved him into his bedroom along with a water bucket and cloth, ordering to wash himself thoroughly. There was also a pale blue dress that he’d never seen before draped out across his bed.

A note was pinned to it, and he was surprised to see that it was his parents. They started by addressing him as “their dearest son.” He hadn’t spoken to them in almost ten years, yet the letter contained a familiarity as if they’d seen each other each day, making him feel an uneasy suspicious that they wanted something from him.

Steve was right, of course, as the letter went on to beg for him to suck up to Lord Munson and get him to invest in the Harrington properties. It seemed they had squandered much of it through bad business deals that caused them to lose much of their fortune. They had talked up Steve to the alpha, catching his interest. Once they had his attention, they gave their blessing, along with Steve’s location to Lord Munson, so he could retrieve the omega himself. The letter begged him not to scorn the alpha, saying it was their only chance to get back the money they lost.

While Steve was tempted to make an ass of himself to spite them, he couldn’t. There was still a part of him that cared about their affections. He had no idea how they had lost nearly their entire fortune in only a few short years, but that didn’t change the fact that they had and needed Steve’s help while promising the love that he had craved as a child, so he was unable to refuse their request when they begged.

Masterpost ~ Part 1.2

#show: stranger things #steddie #my fics #lordmunsonsbride #dm prompt

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tobiasdrake · 3 months ago

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Here we go, it's Ranma time. Episode 5! The introduction to Ryoga continues.

God, I love how mournfully quiet this is.

This is what happens when women write women. Male writers don't often think about things like just how much a long-haired girl's hair means to her. Akane's been growing that out for years.

Look at how little she was when she started growing her hair. That is the product of years. Many years. Gone in an instant.

But she rolls with the punches. Akane has remarkable emotional fortitude. She'd kind of have to in order to survive all the shit she's had to put up with in her day-to-day life.

I love that they leave so much unstated, yet clearly implied, about the way her long hair relates to her longstanding crush on Dr. Tofu. When she says she wants to grow it out so she can be like Kasumi, there's an implication there that she thinks Dr. Tofu will like her more if she has Kasumi's hairstyle.

She's trying to walk in her big sister's shoes so that the man who likes her big sister might look her way. An idea that was doomed from the moment of its conception. She was never going to beat Kasumi at being Kasumi, and if she has to try, then she's already failed.

The manga's a bit more explicit about this, as Kasumi directly tells Baby Akane that Dr. Tofu won't like her very much if she keeps acting like a boy. From that, she draws the conclusion that having hair like Kasumi will make him like her more. But the reboot anime keeps it implied and understated.

So there's a lot going on here when Akane breaks down and cries into Dr. Tofu's chest. This is the end of an era. The loss of her hair symbolizes the death of a child's dream. The end of her efforts to be more like Kasumi so that this man would like her better, and the beginning of a new era where someone else out there will like her for being Akane.

While also demonstrating how much she leans on and depends on Dr. Tofu as a stabilizing figure in her life. She feels safe enough with him to finally let down her walls and cry out the grief over her lost hair, in a way she doesn't have at school or at home. Ironically mourning the death of her pursuit of him to him.

My dude, you desperately need to get a hobby. Supervillains are more considerate. Giving some real Vegeta energy here, but specifically the TeamFourStar kind.

And also the Tendo home desperately needs to get some door locks because he just strolled right on in here to do this.

And they both get punished for this.

Story of Ranma's life.

Takahashi's comedy remains incredible. Kasumi objects to Akane going out there not because she doesn't think Akane can take the mystery robber but because she wants Akane to hit him with something heavier.

I want that too. So Kasumi and I are on the same page.

She does, too. Nails Ryoga right in the back of the neck with a long-range shotput throw of that fucking barbell. Akane wins Ranma v. Ryoga, Round 2.

The moral of the story is to... not... do... anything that Ryoga did here.

...or, really, anything that Ryoga ever does. Don't be like Ryoga. That's sound life advice. (Not that the rest of the cast is any better.)

Immediately followed by Kasumi with another punchline. Man, I did not remember how funny she is.

Akane's rematch with Ryoga goes super well too. She is on fire.

Sincerely want to know what could possibly have possessed him to think jumping Akane while in piglet form was a good idea.

So begins the saga of P-chan.

AND ALL FOR BREAD AND BREAD-RELATED PRODUCTS

My dude.

The curry bun was not worth it.

Like.

Like. The part where Ranma knocked Ryoga into the piggy spring without noticing and then Genma tried to fucking eat him? Yeah. I can see being homicidally mad about that.

But he didn't even know that was them until literally this scene. Everything up to this point has been Ryoga blaming Ranma because he, Ryoga, stalked Ranma to China to avenge his curry bun.

Speaking of Genma.

I love how he just walks in on his son in girly form having Naked Bath Time with some random boy, and his response is to just... apologize and peace out. Whatever this is, it's none of his business.

Actually, not just any random boy. Specifically the random boy that got Ranma in trouble earlier tonight when he snuck into their bedroom for a late-night call.

Genma definitely thinks these two are up to shenanigans.

Literally the only member of her family that actually objects to Ranma sneaking into Akane's room late at night to do shenanigans to her (read: trying to fucking extract Ryoga from an unsuspecting Akane's bed) is Kasumi. Who merely scolds Ranma for moving too fast.

Is it any wonder she doesn't feel safe being emotionally vulnerable at home?

(Seriously, though, there is so much drama that could be avoided if Ranma would just tell Akane that P-chan is Ryoga. She has a right to know that, and not telling her makes Ranma complicit in Ryoga's shittiness.)

#ranma 1/2 #drake watches ranma reboot

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garglyswoof · 9 months ago

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Fragile Things

ao3 For @kastleexchange Come What May Day 1, "What Could Be" The first thing they say to each other in Daredevil: Born Again. Please note i have no clue what canon is anymore, except (hopefully) in terms of characterization. She knows it can’t last, like it’s a truce the world has temporarily granted, fragile and held together by the most tenuous of things. A house of cards, really, and she eyes it warily, even as Matt’s let down his own guard now that Fisk isn’t around. No one has stepped up to the plate to organize criminal activity on the scale Fisk had managed, his empire ran haphazardly by lesser minds, as lesser threats.

So yes, Matt has let them in more, her and Foggy, now that his nightly excursions seem almost too easy. Not that they don’t leave him bruised and battered, but he seems less afraid of pulling his friends in when there’s not a criminal mastermind behind them, just poor attempts at the throne.

Still, she‘s tense that whole spring, into summer, then the fall, waiting and watching that house of cards. The Jack of Hearts looks a little bit like Foggy, who’d grown a goatee and then shaved it off in favor of just a mustache despite Karen needling him mercilessly for it.

“Karen, I’m going through my eras of TV Hunk. We’re in the Tom Selleck phase, do you know how many women swooned over his mustache? I will not be bound by societal changes.”

“Does Marci like it?”

He glances sidelong at her, pauses then lets out a defeated sigh. “Yes, or you know it would be gone in 30 seconds.”

“Ok I’ll work on her. Every time you come into the office I picture you sliding across the hood of a 70s muscle car like you’re in Magnum P.I. and I can’t take you seriously.”

“Reminds me of that time when Fr--” Foggy stops himself, but she knows.

“Yeah,” she says softly, her eyes flicking up to meet his gaze then leave it. “Yeah it does.”

It would be a lie to say she didn’t think about Frank, but Murdock, Nelson and Page had been a good distraction this last year. Setting up the firm, finding a new office in the Kitchen, and just playing serious legal catch-up to the two avocados at law were enough to keep thoughts of him to a dull roar (she’d bought them little namesakes, glass-blown ones with painted-on sunglasses and a mustache, from a stall at one of those weekend art festivals that were always popping up around the city).

Still, at night when she tosses her keys on the side table and the lonely weight of her quiet apartment settles into her bones, she thinks of him. Of how he couldn’t look at her in that damned hospital room, eyes darting, of how he pushed her away with his own stubborn, selfish aims. Yeah. Yeah, she’ll have a lot to say to him, if she could.

But he’s been gone this past year, or maybe just terrorizing some other part of the country’s criminal organizations. Like she’d thought earlier, New York was missing some of its seedy underbelly these days. It’s why it worked, this house of cards.

It comes crashing down that Thursday night.

It had been a good day, Matt heading into court in the afternoon, Foggy finally breaking the industrious quiet by announcing he’s always wanted a putting green in his office.

Somehow that has evolved into a three-hole miniature golf course where the final hole is a ramp to Foggy’s blown-up face from an old political poster with the mouth cut out. Karen’s sides hurt from laughing as the city settles into the dark of evening.

“Wow, you really suck at this,” Foggy laughs.

“I did not know I needed to practice -” she bursts into giggles -”putting a ball - oh god - p-putting a ball into your m-mouth”.

Foggy loses it too until a text buzzes both their phones. They both sober up from the laughter, each thinking the same thought as they reach for their mobiles. Matt’s been gone too long.

Sure enough, it’s a text from him, and Karen’s heart sinks from the vagueness of it.

Won’t be able to make it out tonight. You two have fun and see you in the a.m.

She looks up to see Foggy’s expression as he studies the words on the screen like an Ancient Text, the backlight and the now dim light in the office lending him a haggard expression. It's the first time she’s seen it in a year.

“He’ll be okay, Fogs.” She isn’t sure she believes it, but she says it anyway. She doesn’t think he believes it either, but he smiles all the same. She marvels, not for the first time, at how trauma is a form of time travel. Because despite the progress of this past year, her and Foggy both remember Matt, before, and they are right back there again in an instant.

Foggy’s expression almost breaks her heart as he nods and takes an absentminded last putt, the ball rolling up the braille legal book ramp and straight into the picture’s mouth.

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Karen hasn’t changed a bit, despite all that’s happened, and she knows this is a bad idea but can’t stop herself all the same. She’d said goodbye to Foggy at the office doorway, mumbling something about cleaning up the casserole dish from one of their recent sliding scale (if you could call it that) clients. Foggy had been on the phone with Marci, but had paused - Karen’s heart aching with the kindness of him - for a moment, holding his hand over the speaker.

“You sure?” He'd mouthed before speaking in a whisper. “This isn’t about Matt, right?”

She’d shrugged her shoulders. She wasn’t going to lie about that, at least. “Maybe it is, but it’s okay. I just want to have some time to think, and scrubbing cheese off this casserole dish will sadly give me time.”

He’d left then, with one worried glance backwards. She’ll have to keep an eye on her phone tonight, she’s willing to bet he’ll at least text to check in on her.

It had been the silences from Matt that had scared them the most. She isn’t doing that to Foggy.

Still, she’s pretty sure he wouldn’t approve of her rifling through Matt’s files, her notes, and the Bulletin trying to triangulate where the hell Daredevil is off to tonight. She figures it out when she sees the line in the local crime beat from last week, from a paper she hadn’t yet let herself start reading again until now.

Ex-FBI Officer Charged with Death of Priest, FBI Officer Escapes From Prison

She drops the paper and scrambles to her desk, pulling out the drawer that holds her purse, shaking, and grabs her gun, her breath ragged in the quiet of the office, the gun almost sucking the light out of the room, matte black. She stares at it for a moment before raising it in both hands, her feet unconsciously shifting apart to ground her. She feels the trigger under her finger, safety still on, she knows, and she presses the trigger once, twice, three times, over and over until her face crumples and she slides to the floor.

She doesn’t give herself much time to let the pain rule her, she never does. If Bullseye is back, then that’s what Matt is looking into, and she knows he’ll need help despite not wanting it. Not to mention she has a score to settle with that psycho. Her hand shakes as she locks the office up until she stares at her fingers, willing them to calmness.

The church still looms taller than her faith, which isn’t hard to manage, she thinks wryly. The night holds an early fall chill, a breeze off the river teasing the hairs at the nape of her neck where her hair is pulled into a low ponytail. Quiet rules the street with the church lit gently by low exterior lights as she eyes the windows and tries not to think about the past. She’s almost about to give up, thinking that she’s guessed wrong, when she sees the heavy front door shift. A figure darts through, too broad-shouldered to be Matt, she thinks, then the door shuts without a noise and she’s staring into a face lit lowly for just a second before the man ducks into the shadows.

Frank. She’s frozen there, on the sidewalk, and she knows it’s the stupidest thing for her to do so she darts off the path onto the grass that edges the church’s lot. She’s not sure if he’s seen her, and can’t spot him anymore in the darkness, and she has a moment to think - god how on earth did he just disappear like that? before he’s in front of her, finger to his lips at her impending shriek of surprise, his face familiarly blood-spattered and sporting an almost goofy grin. It doesn’t make sense, any of it, and she stares at him in confusion as he tugs her hands into his, holding her out like he wants to look at her, take stock, that grin lowering like a sail as his eyes grow more intense and how can he be so casual and what is going on and -

“Ma’am,” he says, his tone teasing.

She relaxes, because there can’t be any danger here if he’s acting like that, but then tensing back up because honestly, what the hell?

He must see it in her face because he rumbles an apology. ‘M’sorry. Just…seeing you like that, reminded me of…” he trails off, dropping her hands to tug at his hood in mimicry of his beggar routine. That happened forever ago, but he still remembers. So does she. “And you’re still all heart, I don’t even need to ask.”

Something about the way he says it, almost proprietarily, pisses her off. Her eyes flash in the shadows they’ve found themselves in, pulling deeper in as a car passes and breaks the silence with loud, low bass. “Yeah, Frank? What clued you in there?”

She wants him to say it. Doesn’t want to have to spell it out.

His head punches back slightly, taking the blow. He changes the subject, or maybe it’s still the same one. “I came back as soon as I heard. The church’s been clean so far, surprised though. Guy like that usually wants to win where he lost.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought too,” Karen admits. “So what’s with the blood?”

He touches his face, as if reminding himself. “Research.”

She almost laughs.

“Where’s Red?” He rasps out.

“This was me trying to find him,” she says and watches his face soften out of the corner of her eye.

“I’m sorry, Karen.”

She waits, staring down at where the grass, wet from the day’s watering, sticks to her sneakers.

He clears his throat. “I wasn’t there for you when he came after you the first time. Fuckin' killed me to hear about it. Killed me to know you were hurt and scared and I wasn’t around to help.”

He’s not saying the right things, but they’re still good ones. She smiles a timid smile, glances up and lets him give her what he can. She’s got a year of therapy on one Frank Castle under her belt. “It’s okay, Frank.”

She knows he wants to say more, say something about the hospital. She pulls him in for a hug, kisses his cheek in a spot bare of blood. Maybe she’s the one that isn’t ready this time.

“It’s okay.”

She feels his lips on her neck, a brief chapped kiss, before he pulls back and stares into her eyes like he’s trying to solve her mystery.

“I just want to find Matt, Frank. Make sure he’s okay.”

Maybe he hears it in her voice, the unspoken later, maybe he just senses the urgency.

“Alright then, let’s go.” He grabs her hand again, pulls his hood up with another. She’s so in shock that she doesn’t move until he starts tugging. He looks back at her, casually throws back, “You’re going to do it anyway. At least I can keep an eye on you this way.”

It both pisses her off and makes her smile. Her feelings are never black and white for Frank Castle, but it definitely seems like he’s accepted some things about her, at least. She squeezes his hand that dwarfs her own, callused and warm, and follows him away from the church, into the heart of the city.

#kastle #kastle fanfiction #kastleexchange #kastlenetwork #kastle ff #the punisher #daredevil

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phantomdreamgirl · 1 year ago

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I'm obsessed with the idea of Prince Steve, so naturally, I had to write something for him 👑

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑃𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒

18+

You supposed you should've been more upset by the proposal of an arranged marriage. Had it been anyone else, you would've been. When your parents brought up the potential of uniting kingdoms by betrothing you to the prince of the neighboring one, you strangely didn't protest. They expected you to be absolutely furious at the thought, but you calmly agreed with their plans, stunning them.

Unbeknownst to them, you had been harboring a crush on your soon to be husband, Prince Harrington. When you would see each other at the annual Grand Ball, he would always ask you to dance, while showering you with compliments. One year, he even stole a kiss, which made you fall even more hopelessly in love with him.

He earned his nickname as the 'Gentleman Prince,' by capturing the hearts of everyone in the kingdom, especially all the young maidens. He was the most eligible man in all the surrounding kingdoms, with different nobles offering their daughters to him when he became of age.

He politely refused all attempts at matchmaking, as he enjoyed the freedom of being with as many different women, as he could.

That was, until his parents brought up the idea of him marrying you, as a means of uniting two kingdoms and ushering in a new era of peace.

He didn't hate the idea, in fact, he was in favor of it. He had a crush of his own, on you, and by having you as his new bride, he would get to fulfill all the fantasies he's had swirling around in his head for years.

The wedding was soon planned and was a lavish affair. Your new husband looked so exceptionally dashing, it made you blush. He also thought you looked beautiful, so ethereal, like his own personal angel.

The ceremony felt like an out of body experience for you, as you were in disbelief you were actually marrying the gorgeous man in front of you.

That feeling lingered until you were being escorted to your new bed chambers, by your new husband.

He paused outside the closed door, before opening it. He then swept you into his arms and carried you over the threshold. You giggled as he set you back on your feet. His hands rested on your waist while he gazed at you.

Your hands gripped his sleeves, hesitant to touch him. He smiled, faintly, before reaching down and placing your arms around his neck.

"You don't need to be so nervous, Princess, it's not like we're strangers," he assured.

"I know, it's just, this is the first time I've been alone with you, and it's...intimidating," you admitted, timidly.

"It shouldn't be," he quietly began, his hand moving to stroke your cheek. "Like I said, we've known each other for years. We've even shared a kiss before."

He leaned in close, brushing your lips with his. You held your breath when he pressed a sweet kiss to your lips.

"How can I calm your nerves, dearest?" He then asked. "Would kissing you help?"

You only whimpered in response before he pulled you tightly against him, and kissed you deeply. Your hands finally moved as he wanted them to, settling in his hair.

"I think I know something else that would help," he breathed, into a kiss. "Getting you out of this beautiful, yet heavy gown, what do you think?"

You nodded. "Yes, my Prince."

He softly laughed. "We're married now, you don't have to refer to me like that anymore. You can just call me by my first name."

"Right, my apologies, Steve," you replied, as he turned you around, so he could unlace the back of your wedding gown.

Once he finished unlacing the fitted bodice, he pushed its puffy sleeves from your arms, letting it pool at your feet. You now stood before him only in your dainty slip dress. You felt his large hands glide up your arms and his lips against your back. You sighed as he pressed wet kisses across your skin, up to the nape of your neck.

"I've dreamed of kissing you like this," he breathily revealed.

His hands then moved to your breasts.

"And touching you like this..."

You felt faint as he kept kissing you.

"I...think I need to lie down," you finally blurted out.

"Alright, dearest," he said, while guiding you to the bed.

He made sure you were nice and comfortable before he began undressing. You watched as he stripped down to his white, billowy undershirt and trousers. He then joined you, on the bed, laying next to you.

"I haven't overwhelmed you with my affections, have I?" He asked, his hand cradling your face.

"Just slightly," you answered, as your cheeks turned a shade of crimson.

"I'm sorry, I've just wanted this for so long...I didn't mean to..." he apologized, grimacing.

"Its alright," you assured, with a smile. "I've also dreamed of being with you...like this."

His face then lit up. "You have?"

You nodded. "Ever since you first kissed me, I yearned for it to happen again."

He excitedly sighed your name before pulling you into a kiss. A low moan escaped you as he swiped his tongue over your bottom lip. Your fingers once again tangled in his hair you indulged in one another.

Panting, he trailed kisses to your cheek, your jaw, then your neck. You gasped when you felt him leaving little marks on your skin, as not so subtle reminders of who you now belonged to.

Your body involuntarily writhed underneath him, as he kissed his way to your collarbone.

"What else did you dream of me doing to you, dearest?" He inquired, glancing up at you, his warm eyes now consumed with lust.

"You touching me, where no other man has," you confessed, taking his hand and placing it under your slip, on your thigh.

He breathily cursed then quickly kissed you again. His hand squeezed your thigh, before moving up a little higher. You gasped against his lips when you felt his fingers brush against you.

He lowly moaned as your arousal coated his fingertips. He ran his fingers over you before finally sinking one of them inside you.

"Is this what you wanted, for me to touch you like this?"

"Y-Yes..." you gasped, your back already arching off the bed.

He grinned as he slowly pumped it in and out of you.

"You're so beautiful, darling," he breathed, before adding another finger.

His lips muffled your moans as he kissed you, hungrily.

"S-Steve..." you gasped, against his cheek.

"Feels good, doesn't it, darling?" He asked, his lips ghosting over yours.

"Oh, yes..."

"I always want to make you feel good...I'm going to spend this night showing you just how good I can make you feel," he breathed, causing your eyes to widen.

You sighed his name once more, as he pressed wet kisses to your cheek.

You then whimpered at the loss of his fingers, and thought you might actually faint when you watched him place them between his lips. His eyes rolled back when he tasted you.

"You taste divine, Princess," he panted. "I need more."

Steve then eagerly repositioned himself between your legs. He pushed up your slip, exposing yourself to him.

You felt a familiar heat rising throughout your body, as he rested his head on your thigh.

"So pretty, truly angelic, laying before me like this," he lamented, gazing up at you so lovingly.

You then reached for him, placing your palm against his cheek. He smiled, leaning into your touch, before moving your hand to his hair. His hands then gently pushed your legs open, a little wider.

His nose nudged against you, already making you writhe. His tongue then licked and lapped at you. Your fingers entwined in his honeyed locks, while repeatedly sighing his name.

He groaned into you, as he devoured you. Your back again arched off the bed and your thighs enclosed around his head. You breathily apologized, practically smothering him, but he assured you it was fine. He loved how you squeezed him against you, so enraptured by pleasure.

You pulled his hair harder as your eyes closed, feeling yourself inching closer to the edge. With one final kiss, Steve pulled away from you, grinning, his lips and chin glistening.

Your eyes met, each of you panting. He then crawled up your body and hovered his face over yours.

"Was that good, Princess?" He asked, rhetorically, while you nodded.

His smile widened before he pressed his lips to yours. He licked his way into your mouth, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue.

You moaned into his sinful kiss, pulling him closer to you.

"I want to make love to you, dearest," he softly said, nuzzling his nose against yours.

"I want that, too..." you sheepishly replied.

"Get undressed for me," he instructed, equally as soft.

He then sat up, so you could shed your slip. Now, you were completely bare and his eyes traveled your perfect body. He bit his lip as he gestured for you to lay back down.

He sprang from the bed and quickly pulled his shirt over his head. His hands then pushed his tight trousers down his legs, revealing him to you.

You couldn't help the gasp that escaped your lips as you saw how he was throbbing for you.

He eagerly climbed on top of you, you each gasping at feeling of skin against skin.

"My literal blushing bride," he smiled, as you tried to turn away.

"No, no, look at me," he said, using his finger to direct your eyes back to his. "Keep your eyes on me, darling."

"I'll try," you breathed.

He kissed you sweetly, before easing himself inside you. You gasped as you felt every inch of him. You winced, digging your nails into his arms, as the pain turned pleasurable.

"Are you alright?" He asked, against your lips. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No...please don't stop," you breathily pleaded, before pulling him into a kiss.

He moaned into it, as he thrusted his hips a little faster. He was still careful not to hurt you, knowing this was your first time experiencing pleasure like this.

"You feel heavenly, darling," he panted, pressing his forehead to yours. "Better than any fantasy could ever be."

"Oh, S-Steve..." you sighed, your eyes closing from the growing euphoria building within you.

"Open your eyes, darling. I want to look into them as I make you mine...you want to be mine, don't you?"

"Oh, yes... more than anything," you panted.

He smiled, leaning up slightly to take your hands in his and pin them to the bed, next to your head. His hips then snapped against yours, illiciting cries of his name, as he brought you both closer to release. He buried his face in your neck, as he felt you come undone around him.

He soon lost himself in you, moaning your name, as his hips kept moving, until he had given you all he had.

Your heavy breathing filled the chamber as he pressed kisses all over your face.

"I didn't hurt you too much, did I?" He asked, after regaining himself.

"No, you were wonderful," you smiled.

He let go of your hands and they immediately went to push his tousled hair, out of his face.

"You can do that to me as much as you like," you continued, now making him blush.

He smiled, as he leaned in to kiss you once more.

"I love you, Princess," he then breathed, against your lips.

"And I love you, my Prince."

#steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut

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nanamin-nah-nanamine · 1 year ago

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Satoru and his moon

hey guys I hope you all enjoy this little kidfic I whipped together. for clarification Satoru and Suguru are around ten here. If you enjoy leave a rb,like or comment and lmk if you want this to become a series

here's the shawty who wanted to be tagged @biscuitsngravie

Once upon a time, there was a boy who fell in love with the moon. A lonely boy, just shy of five years old and cursed with the greatest gift of all; power. The little god who shifted the plates of jujutsu society and paid for it in solitude. Satoru Gojo. The bearer of six eyes and limitless, the cure to the world’s poison, the start of a new era. Satoru was many things, but mainly; he was lonely. He had no siblings, being a male and the bearer of such precious techniques, his mother’s job was considered done. In the world of the clans she had hit the jackpot by giving birth to him and was given the freedom to do what she pleased. What seemed to please her most was leaving and forgetting her son had ever existed. Satoru doesn’t even know what she looked like.

The jealous women of the estate liked to talk and it turned out his mother was nothing but a common whore. Satoru didn’t know what a whore was, but the way they laughed and teased him when no one was looking, it couldn’t be anything nice. He didn’t try to ask his father, the man was too busy to answer unimportant questions. Satoru didn’t see his father often, but he didn’t mind. His cursed energy felt weird and made Satoru nauseous. He didn’t need a mother or father anyways when he had Hina-chan. She was technically his nursemaid, but was more of a mother to him than anyone. She’s the first face he sees in the morning and the last before he goes to bed. She was also the one to get him out of trouble before his father could find out.

“Gojo-sama”she would chide gently, plucking him out of the muddy puddle he had taken residence in. “You’re all dirty now”

But one flash of that dimpled smile and he was usually off the hook. He used that to his advantage. Yes, Satoru was lonely. Hina-chan had other duties besides running after him and he wasn’t allowed to play with the other children on the estate lest they corrupt him. The only interactions he really got were from teachers,trainers and Hina-chan, but for someone so lonely he was constantly surrounded by glaring eyes and envious glances. People wanted him dead. He knew the taste of poison and it was much too dangerous for him to go beyond the estates grounds. Coddled and neglected. Like fine china, sat up on a shelf but not used even once. Around the age of six he learned the fine art of sneaking from his bedroom to sit in the garden and by the age of ten he had mastered it. It was quiet then. The pond rippled,the sun’s blinding gaze was put to rest and the cloying cursed energy had dulled to a hum. Peaceful it was to just sit and not be watched. He found comfort sitting and watching the moon, sometimes talking, sometimes not. It was all well and good, he finally had peace. Until one day something peculiar happened. The moon was dim. The stars still shone bright, but the moon had lost its shine. The night was dark, and Satoru didn’t fear the dark. He didn’t fear anything, but he was a bit disappointed. Climbing from his window proved to be a bit difficult without any light, but it wasn’t impossible. His bare feet hit the soft grass and a melodic voice spoke to him.

“So you came”it said, full of mirth.

“I always come here,”he frowned, crossing his arms. “Who are you? Why are you here?”

The boy let out a soft laugh that sounded like bells. “And here I thought we had become good friends, Satoru-kun”

“It’s gojo-sama to you”the young boy huffed, puffing out his chest. “Now, who are you?”

The cursed energy glowed around him bright enough to shine light on the strange boy. He had long black hair and amber eyes, a kimono made of silk that glittered under the light and sparkled like stardust. He also appeared to be around Satoru’s age but had a strange aura about him.

“I am the moon,”the boy said evenly.

“You’re the…moon?”Satoru said slowly.

“Yes”the boy laughed, “your people call me Tsukuyomi no mikoto, but I think you may be too young to know that yet”

Satoru huffed. “I’m not a child”

“But you are”the boy smiled and…it didn’t sound malicious. It didn’t sound angry. It was confusing, it made him angry. The cursed energy within him boiled and his eyes glowed. To be shown impudence was to be disrespected. He was the bearer of six eyes and limitless, the heir to the gojo clan. He would not sit here and be disrespected.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?”he spat. “Coming to my estate to sit here and tell me lies! I could have you killed for this, do you know that? Are you aware of who I am? You should be bowing before me--”

“You are an angry one,”the boy interrupted with a slight chuckle. “But I have not deceived you, Satoru-kun. I am who I said I was”

“The moon?”Satoru scoffed.

“Yes I am,”the boy said, “the moon and a god, one in the same. I reign over the moon of this planet”

“I-”

“And I do know who you are, Satoru-kun”the boy continued, “the night you were born caused quite the fuss”

Satoru’s headspun. “W-well if you’re a god, then why are you a child!”

The boy threw his head back and let out a full belly laugh. “Even gods are children once, Satoru”

Satoru stared at him.

“And my mother is human,”the boy amended.

“Aha!”he cried, pointing his finger accusingly. “So you’re only half a god!”

The boy tilted his head. “Why half? I’m fully god and fully human”

“I..I don’t know”Satoru said. He’d never thought of it like that before. “Well, before I just believe you’re a god you have to prove it!”

The boy nodded, “alright, if you wish”

The boy clenched his fist and slowly opened it to reveal a bright orb in its place. It glowed silver and rotated slowly in his palm.

“Is that…”

“A star?”the boy smiled, “it is.”

The boy really was a god.

“I still don’t understand why you’re so small,”Satoru frowned, “if you’re half god, shouldn’t you be bigger?”

“I am bigger when i’m at home”the boy said, “but when i come to earth i take on my human form and walk as a mortal”

Satoru’s heart stopped beating for a second. “So…you could die as a human?” The boy nodded. “I’m assuming so”

Satoru didn’t like the sound of that. The thought of losing his only friend made his stomach hurt.

“Well, whenever you’re here i’ll watch you!”he declared, “I am the strongest after all”

“The strongest with no manners”the boy laughed. “You haven’t even asked my name”

Satoru’s cheeks turned pink and he frowned, punching the boy's shoulder. “I was getting to that!”

“Sure you were,”the boy teased, but he was still smiling.

“Well what is it”he grumbled.

“Geto Suguru”the boy said. Satoru’s eyes widened.

“You have a japanese name!?”

“That’s what surprises you?”Suguru said, rolling his eyes“I told you, my mom is human…and we’re speaking Japanese right now”

“It could have been a coincidence!” “Mhm”Suguru said, giving him a look, “it’s okay to be wrong sometimes”

“Nope”Satoru said, shaking his head, “Not me, i’m never wrong”

“Right”Suguru smiled, “Oh great Gojo-sama is never wrong”

Satoru frowned and punched his shoulder again.

“Ow”

“Don’t call me that”Satoru grumbled.

“What? gojo-sama?”Suguru teased and successfully dodged the next punch thrown his way.

“Quit it!”Satoru groaned, “We..we’re friends, you don’t have to call me that okay? It’s weird”

“I was just teasing,”Suguru amended, patting the white haired boy’s shoulder. “I won’t call you that anymore”

“Good,”Satoru said, quickly returning to his cheeky smile. “As long as I can call you Suguru-kun”

Suguru-kun. The dark-haired boy smiled and nodded. “Yes, yes you can”

Satoru’s grin broadened. “Well Suguru-kun, have you ever played digimon?”

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk fic #satosugu fanfic #satosugu #jjk au #jujutsu kaisen getou #jujutsu kaisen gojo #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen fanfiction #satoru gojo #geto suguru #jjk kid fic #jjk fluff #satosugu fluff #guys they have my heart #little Satoru #I'll throw up #jjk #satoru x suguru

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endless-oc-creations · 7 months ago

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I Googled Peeta Mellark and the others you mentioned and they are all listed as straight and monogamous except this Daryl who is suspected to be asexual. I don't know your other poly pairings, it Wade is pansexual that's fine, but Wolverine isn't. He's haunted by Jean Grey. Get real

Honestly I don't know if you are just a troll at this point or a kid and/or just someone who hasn't been in fandom spaces very long. So I'll be very nice and just give you examples, like you failed to do.

I don't know what you looked at when you Googled these characters, but if you are just looking at a Wikipedia page that isn't evidence since anyone can edit those pages at any time that they want.

First up: " I Googled Peeta Mellark"

If you Google "is Peeta Mellark queer?" The third link down is a Screenrant article titled "The Hunger Games: 10 Characters That Easily Could Have Been Made LGBT+" <-If you click this link it will bring you to that very article.

And in that article it says this:

"Peeta Mellark is clearly very in love with Katniss, but just because he’s interested in one person doesn’t mean he couldn’t be LGBT. He could easily be bisexual as who you fall in love with doesn’t change your sexuality. Peeta is very open with his soft, sensitive side, and he doesn’t have many toxic masculinity traits. He seems like someone who would be very comfortable being affectionate with men or women."

So, just because a character seems "straight" based on who they are with or have a crush on doesn't mean that they are for a fact straight.

Second: "This Daryl"

I don't know why you are even mentioning characters you seem to know nothing about or have ever watched or read anything they are in. Your response of "this Daryl" suggest to me that you have never watched The Walking Dead. But I assume base on your presumptions on other characters that you took a look and saw Rick Grimes being with women and just assumed he was straight. so if you Google is Rick Grimes queer the ONLY thing you get about him being heterosexual is from the AI Overview, which states at the bottom of it "Generative AI is experimental."

And it includes two articles that have nothing to do that confirms that, one is "‘The Walking Dead’: LGBT Visibility Needs Improvement" and the second being "Rick and Michonne’s Best Episodes of The Walking Dead". Which neither one of these articles prove or discus Rick Grimes sexuality.

Third: "If Deadpool is Pansexual."(You put it but I assume you meant "if")

I'm just going to link these two articles that go into the many details and include the many examples of Deadpool's pansexuality. (Also these articles pop up if you Google what is Deadpool's sexuality")

Article one: Deadpool: the pansexual superhero who has never had a non-heterosexual experience. Article two: deadpool is pansexual. deal with it.

And finally the big one: "but Wolverine isn't. He's haunted by Jean Grey. Get real."

If you Google "what is wolverine's sexuality?" the very FIRST article that pops up (and even better is above that article it states that "An AI overview is not available for this search.") is an article titled "Every Love Interest Of Wolverine, Ranked." And in this article it gives you all the examples of these love interest.

Including a VERY important one. The article says:

"Logan's sexuality in this alternate universe doesn't seem so surprising in light of possible developments in the Dawn of X relaunch. In those X-Men comics, it appears Wolverine is in a polyamorous relationship with Cyclops and Jean Grey."

If you don't believe me from this article here is a different article titled "X-Men: Cyclops and Wolverine Are Definitely Having Sex On The Moon"

In this article you find a more detail and even more examples of the relationship.

The first sentence even being:

"The X-Men franchise's Krakoan Era was groundbreaking in many ways – but one of its earliest, most shocking recontextualizations of classic X-lore involved the idea that Cyclops, Jean Grey, and Wolverine are in a polyamorous relationship."

So no, Wolverine isn't straight, and it's not him being "haunted by Jean Grey."

Get real.

#i came with all the receipts #mimi replies #answered asks #asks answered #anon bs

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roseofithaca · 11 days ago

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Caught In The Act (Final)

Silver recovers from her ordeal at the hands of Humphrey's father, set in @idiotwithanipad 's Era Swap AU with her oc Amy Bone.

Poppy milk keeps her sedated for the first week, allowing her to rest in a deep sleep while her burns and cuts heal.

Rogh barely leaves her side for all that time. Petite Lune's mother had been hysterical at first, charging into her employer's house after hearing the news and demanding to see her daughter. She's calmed a little now, though she also stays by her child's bedside, even though Stompy's parents had said she could sleep in the guest room next door. Rogh watches as she mops Silver's brow and holds her hand, singing softly to her.

So many bandages. That had been the hardest part, Petite Lune desperate for rest only to suffer more as the doctors applied their poultices before wrapping her up in the white cloths, screaming in agony before they could give her medicine for the pain and to let her sleep. Rogh wishes he could tell some of these idiot 'Wise Men' that burns are best treated with cold Moonah water, but of course no one listens to him.

Stompy visits often, though there's an obvious tension between her and Mary. Nothing that the older woman admits aloud, but her protective maternal instincts are now heightened to the extreme. She refuses to let anyone be alone with Silver without her there, even her best friend.

"She blames me. I know it." He listens to Stompy speak aloud when she's alone in her room. Or perhaps she is aware now that she's not alone; "Maybe she's right to. I knew what Grandpapa was like. I just...never thought he would have cause to hurt Silver. I'm so selfish. This is my fault."

"No, Stompy. He big bad man. None of this your fault." He tries his best to comfort her, even if his words don't reach her ears. What he would give to be able to put his arms around her.

Little Lordy man tries to assure everyone that his father is not allowed inside the house for the foreseeable. He's clearly nervous of the consequences of such a decree but doesn't mention them aloud. His focus is on trying to make it up to Silver and her mother.

"They are only staff, Humphrey." Sophie bemoans to him in the drawing room one evening; "And while I do not condone his methods, if the girl was involved in witchcraft-."

"She's not. That's the end of it, alright Sophie? I won't hear anymore." Humphrey tries to put his foot down, though his voice trembles from the lack of experience; "Silver and Mary have been nothing but a blessing to this household since they arrived. And you can't deny the positive effect her company has had on our daughter."

Sophie sighs as she continues her reading.

"That is my concern, if she has influenced Aimée-."

"What if it was Marguarete?" Humphrey counters.

Sophie blinks. Then she goes quiet, eyes down on her book. Point made.

Perhaps it is his bias talking, having watched her grow up from a cub, but Rogh knows Sophie doesn't have a heart of stone. She is devout to her God and its big, boring book with all the silly rules, but she's not cruel enough to condemn two dutiful members of her staff to the pyre. Like any good mother, she is merely thinking of her own cub first. Same as Mary.

It warms Rogh's heart when the two women finally talk, Sophie gently knocking on the door to Silver's room. Mary had jumped awake from her seat and stumbled to her feet.

"F-forgive me, milady, I dids not hear thee approach, I be a mess-." The larger woman fusses.

Sophie manages a small smile and raises her hand.

"Please sit. This is your child's space and I am but a visitor." She says, politely. She walks over and smiles down at the sleeping Silver, bandaged hands laid out above the sheets to avoid being squashed. "The doctors tell me she will make a full recovery."

"Yes, praise be, milady." Mary says, reaching to tuck a lock of Silver's hair behind her ear; "Though she will carry these scars for the rest of her life. My beautiful darling girl."

That not so bad, Rogh thinks. Scars were always something to be proud of, back in his day, whether man or woman. Sign of strength and resilience. If anything he'd always wished for more, like Riva and Shul.

"I am sure they will not tarnish her. You have a very pretty daughter, is impressive coming from...." Sophie cuts herself off, "Never mind."

Mary either doesn't hear the near miss insult or simply doesn't care.

An awkward silence passes, Rogh watching from the windowsill, before Sophie speaks again.

"Mary. These accusations that my father in law had...about Silver-." She begins.

"My daughter be no lackey of Satan, Ma'am." Mary says, firmly, "Here. I's can prove it."

She retrieves a small but thick book from her apron and hands it across the bed to the other woman.

"T'is my little'ens Bible. I cannots read a word but she hath studied it every night since her da taught her to read as a nipper." Mary says, earnestly; "I has seen her scribble and take notes of all her favorite passages. Observe it if ye wish for signs of devilry but I's certain t'will only prove her devotion to Jesus!"

Sophie glances down at the book, shaking in Mary's anxious hand. Even without opening it, the little tome is clearly worn from years of use. The Lady of the house smiles, then gently pushes it back to the other mother.

"There is no need. I trust you both." Sophie smiles; "Goodness knows, she could probably give my girl some help knowing the Lord's word. You worry for your Silver's health while I worry for my Aimée's soul!"

Mary smiles; "Your little'en's soul be sweeter than she lets on, Ma'am."

"I am still bound to worry. Oh, the bane of having daughters, don't you agree?"

"A bane and a blessing, milady." Mary nods, clutching the book close to her chest.

"Agreed." Sophie smiles.

"Agree." Rogh joins in, his mind suddenly flashing back to his own daughters, all those many moonahs ago.

At first, as the haze of opium starts to dim, she believes she's gone to Heaven. White sheets. White pillow. White - not grey or yellow - chemise. White netting against the open windows. It's as if she's awoken amongst the clouds.

Only when she stirs and rubs against the bandages, causing a sharp burst of pain in her side, does it all come flashing back to her.

"Oh! You's awake! Oh my darling!"

Mummy is suddenly there, hands clasping her face, smothering her in kisses. Silver chuckles weakly before gently shoving her back.

"Mu-Mummy, I is fine! Honest! Stop or ye shall kiss my face off!" She jests.

She allows a big, long hug, her mother's strong arms more around her head and neck than her bandaged body. Silver takes in a sniff of her strange looking new clothes.

"Mummy...is that perfume you be wearin'?"

Mary chuckles; "No, little'en, nothin' so fancy. Her Ladyship dids allow me to have a proper bath, all heated up in a great big tub as they do. And she let me wash with their fancy smellin' butter!"

"You mean soap, Mummy?" Silver grins.

"Be that what it called? I may has tried to eats it at first."

Mother and daughter laughed, Silver's exposed fingertips clutching onto her.

"His Lordship doth feel so guilty for what his blaggared of a da dids to you, little'en." Mary explains; "I has been waited on like a highborn whilst ye been restin' up, offered all the best food though I haven't had the stomach for halfs of it, was offered a comfy bed like yours and even fresh new clothes - though I suspect that be so Her Ladyship don't haves to smell me."

"Oh bully, I shoulds get tortured more often!" Silver joked.

What was supposed to be a light hearted jape had the opposite effect, making Mary's expression shift instantly from jovial to tearful, her face crumbling as she reached to hug her daughter again.

"Mummy, I didn't mean-."

"Oh my girl, my precious girl! What he dids to thee, ye musts have been so scared, my angel." Mary sobs against her daughter's hair.

Silver pats her back. She gives her tongue a flick inside her mouth, as if to check it was still there. Someone shutting a door nearby makes her flinch, reminded of the crack of the whip.

Scared? Scared was an understatement.

She was hesitant to confess it to Mummy, but even all her prayers to Jesus and the Virgin hadn't been enough to bring her comfort in that horrible hut. Not even the old gods that Mother Bridghe had taught her about took away the pain.

No. Only one spirit had come to rescue her.

As Mummy is still chattering on, her sweet wild man walks casually through the wall, nearly bouncing up out of his furs when he sees her awake against her pillow.

"Ha! You awake! Thank Moonah!" He cheers, grinning ecstatically.

She can't help but laugh at his excitement.

"What be so funny, darling girl? Hope you ain't had too much milk of the poppy, it can turn thee loopy." Mummy tuts at her side, oblivious to her other guest.

Once Amy had been informed she was awake, she'd left her lesson early, ignoring the scalding shouts of her tutor to run upstairs.

She finds Silver sat up in bed, propped against the pillows, her mother feeding her a bowl of soup with a spoon.

"Mummy, I can feed myself!" She protests, embarrassed.

"Not while thy hands be in them swaddles, now open ups." Mary orders.

She's about to comply when she spots Amy in the threshold.

"Mi'lady!" Silver smiles, already looking much better, if a little skinnier from little food as she slept.

Amy feels the strange, unfamiliar compulsion to hug her friend. But she's held back by lack of recent experience, her own aversion to touch, as well as the fear of damaging Silver's bandages. And so she nervously approaches the bed, fiddling with the sleeves of her dress.

"You're awake...I'm glad." She tries to smile and Silver can't help but chuckle.

She looks to Mary; "Mummy, please can I has a moment alone with Lady Amy?"

Mummy's lips twitch, clearly not too keen.

"But darling, your soup-"

"Can be warmed up later. Please. Just ten minutes." She puts on her best Doe Eyes for her mother, which melts her as usual.

Assuring them that she will be just down the corridor, she gives a slight bow of the head to Amy before shuffling out the door.

Silver lets out a breath as if she's been having to hold one in for hours.

"I didn't think she'd ever leave me alone." She smiles.

Amy nods, sitting in the empty chair beside her.

"She's been very worried. We all have." She says, tapping her fingers in her lap, looking at Silver's bandages; "Tell me what happened. How did Grandpapa...What did...?"

Silver sighs; "M'sorry, milady. I was careless." She looks to the door and lowers her voice, leaning in to her friend; "T'is true. I dids place the onion there as a bane 'pon your grandfather. I is sure it helped to give him the runs this past fortnight."

Amy puts her hands to her face.

"Why would you take such a risk?!"

"For you, milady. For all the misery he hath caused you. Justice needed to be served." Silver whispers.

"What do you know about what he's done to me?"

Silver pursed her lips.

"Most of it I did read by my own intuition, miss." She says as she eyes the pin prick marks on Amy's hands; "The rest was told to me by...a mutual acquaintance."

Her eyes drift to the windowsill.

Amy straightens her back, following her gaze.

"My...My wild friend, you mean?" She cringes; "He's here?"

"Yes, milady. T'was him that saved me. I mean, your da did the leg work and I is most grateful, especially for the blow he dids give to that old turnip." Silver smirked; "But t'was dear Rogh who beckoned his horse to come find me. If it not for him, I...."

Her eyes water a little as she looks over at Rogh again, the ancient spirit ducking his head, bashful.

"Oh go on, smell the soup, sweetheart. Thou has earned it." Silver tells him.

He grins at her, then doesn't need telling twice, moving past Stompy to lean over the steaming bowl on her bedside table.

"Oooh, chicken! Nice."

Amy follows where Silver looks at the empty air, blinking at the bowl of soup.

"I asked...No, I told him to find you. For me. To prove what you said was true." Amy confesses.

Silver's heart swells at her Lady's concern for her wellbeing.

"Was thou truly afraid for me?"

"Of course I was, you fool! I couldn't bear the thought of having you replaced with a less adequate servant." She says, wryly, a twist in the corner of her lips.

Silver giggles a little at that.

"Do you believe me now, Miss? That your friend be here with us, not merely a story from thy past?" She asks.

Amy seems to think on it, then shrugs.

"Evidence seems clear enough. I accept that he is real. But...." She rubs at her arms; "If he wishes for me to call him a friend again, I'm not so sure."

Rogh looks up from the soup, his face falling again.

"Amy...." Silver tries.

"I am most grateful he saved you. It means everything to me, truly." She says, emotions bubbling beneath the ice; "But in some ways I feel even more conflicted. Because now I know it was within his power to stop my grandfather from hurting me, as he did you, and yet he never..."

Rogh steps forward, reaching a hand out; "Stompy. Me always try. Me not see any horsie around to get help!"

"He's saying that he would have done if he had the means, milady." Silver translates the silence; "I just be very lucky that your papa were mounted on his horse at the time...and I happens to spoil that greedy colt with extra treats."

Speaking of which, she'd have to convince Lord Humphrey to reward Monty with a new saltlick.

Amy merely huffed, clearly not convinced; "That is...rather convenient. But if he has your trust then he has mine as well."

Silver looks to her wild man, staring with so much sorrow and longing at his old friend. She pats the spot on the bed for him to sit down with them.

Amy blinks, realising what she's doing. She raises a hand up in that general area.

"Oh, don't touch him, milady, it causes them great discomfort." Says Silver.

"Right, of course. I remember." Amy pulls her hand back; "....Something we share in common." She smiles, just a little, nearly in Rogh's direction.

He smiles back at her.

Silver winces as she shifts again, the burns on her lower back irritating.

"Are you all right? Should I fetch the doctor?" Asks Amy.

"No, no....I'll be fine. Itchy more than painful." She huffs.

"You did very well not to confess. I hated when he would make me watch them..." Amy cringes at the memory. The pliers gripping that woman's index fingernail.

Silver rubs at her wrists; "T'was not just for me, milady. I donts think he cared what a mere peasant girl got up to in her heathen crafts....T'was thee that he wished to condemn."

"What?" Amy balked.

"He were convinced that it were you that told me to place it there. As vengeance against all he hath done, I expect." Explained the young witch, "He did not care if I confessed to practicin' my crafts. He just wanted me to place the blame on you."

"And...you refused?"

Silver shrugs: "Would have been a lie, milady."

"But it might have spared you!"

"....Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends." Silver quotes, blushing, "Or hers, Milady."

Amy lets out a small laugh; "Maybe there is some sense in that book. Just don't tell Mama I said that."

The two women laugh together, Rogh just watching them both. So many years since he heard Stompy laugh like that.

"I am so sorry, Silver. Sorry that he hurt you to get to me." She apologises. "You don't have to fear Grandpapa again. My father sent him on his way. He's threatening all sorts to make Papa regret it, but we'll manage." Amy assures.

Silver looks thoughtful, staring once more at her Lady's own concealed wounds.

"Ye dont needs to apologise to me, miss. But...you do needs to tell thy da what he's been doing to thee." She says.

Amy shakes her head, hands trembling; "I cannot. I wouldn't be believed. I would be...locked up in some asylum."

"After what his Lordship saw him doing to me? Believe me, Lady Amy. I think he'd see it to be plausible." She says, "Your da does love thee, terribly so. He needs to know how much of a monster that man fully be, before he doth hurt another."

"Petite Lune big wise, Stompy. Listen to her." Rogh said, earnestly.

"Our wild friend agrees with me." She smiles.

Amy rolled her eyes; "Oh fantastic, both of you to gang up on me now! Terrific."

The three of them laugh again, all together. Somewhere, deep in the corners of her brain, Amy is almost convinced she can hear that familiar gruff, heavy chuckle she once thought only existed in her dreams.

#bbc ghosts fanfic #era swap au #amy bone #silver guppy #mary guppy #humphrey bone

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fushsiaelectrica · 8 months ago

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Why The Brain that Wouldn't Die (1962) Is secretly a feminist film

I don’t think The Brain That Wouldn’t Die was intentionally meant to have a feminist message. It was meant to be just another B movie written in an era with many serious biases against women. But it’s the character arch of the titular Brain, Jan. (Or Jan in the Pan as she’s more commonly known.) As well as some well-placed story elements and character choices that give this film a distinct feminist feel. Allowing us to interpret it as such all these decades later.

For starters, I think the entire concept of a woman's brain alone living on without a body subtly represented how little women were valued for anything outside of their bodies in the 20th century. They were either sex objects or baby-makers. Not only is it stressed over and over how much of monster she is now that she’s just a head.

“Like all quantities horror has its ultimate, and I am that.” The Brain that wouldn’t die (1962)

But when her doctor fiancee goes to find her a new body. We see how he lures over the forms of still-living woman like he's shopping for a new car. An example of the male gaze taken to the highest possible extreme. Most of his would-be victims consist of showgirls, beauty pageant contestants, and models.

He doesn’t care who these women are, and he doesn’t really want Jan back.

He just wants to frankenstein together his version of the “perfect woman”. A quiet, domestic housewife’s brain with a seductress's body.

But the woman who wanted nothing more than to be his wife is gone. She didn’t die in the crash. She died when she realized she was completely trapped by a man who she thought loved her. (Which eventually might have happened either way)

Jan is being kept alive against her will. She is horrified with what he’s turned her into and possibly in an insane amount of pain. She wants to die, then repeats it over and over, but her plea falls on deaf ears. He’s a controlling monster who has ignored her will in favor of his own. Once she realizes this there’s a shift in her personality. She goes from terrified and pleading to enraged and vengeful!

“He had no right to bring me back to this.” The Brain that wouldn’t die (1962)

She has nobody. So she uses the only thing she has left to fight back, her mind. Her true source of power, quite literally at this point. There’s some kind of creature that’s been locked in the basement with her. An amalgamation of the doctor’s mad experiences with flesh and tissue. Think Reanimator 2 meets Frankenstein. Being hooked up to the same rejuvenation formula has given her a psychic link to the mindless creature allowing her to control it.

She bides her time with the creature while also trying to manipulate the doctor’s assistant. Trying to get him to turn on the doctor and see him for the monster he is.

“Him keeping me alive has given me a power he didn’t count on.” The Brain that wouldn’t die (1962)

But what I believe truly makes this a feminist piece is how the women always save each other.

The first woman the doctor goes after is a stripper at a nightclub. She was eager to go with him until a second stripper got between them trying to steal him away. This might have been an act of catty pettiness on the surface. They even end up in a cliche catfight but the woman unknowingly saved her coworker from a murderer.

His second one is an old former intern. It’s as inappropriate as it sounds. She’s about to drive off with him when another friend of hers walks by and asks to come with her. Another potential witness, putting a kink in his plans and she didn’t even know it.

His final victim is, perhaps, the most tragic. Doris is an art model whose body is supposedly perfect. But half her face is badly scarred from some horrible assault. She says she hates all men because of it. It’s only when he offers to fix her scar for free that she goes with him. Granted her turnaround time still feels a bit rushed.

But imagine how much it must have taken for her to learn to trust again. Only for him to drug her. The amount of trauma she must have had to deal with afterward is unimaginable.

Anyway, it’s when Doris is on the operating table that Jan finally makes her move with the creature! She commands it not only to attack the doctor, but save his would-be victim! The lab catches on fire and she commands it to carry her far away to safety.

She doesn’t see her as some seductive rival or some sexual deviant getting what’s coming to her like they usually play it in these kinds of films. She sees her as another one of his victims. It might be too late for Jan, but Doris she can save!

None of the women are shown as deserving of this terrible fate for their promiscuity.

All the women, no matter who they are and even if they don’t realize it, work together to protect each other. A telling example of how vital it is for women to stick together in a world full of potentially deceptive, dangerous, and controlling men.

In short, this is a movie about a woman held prisoner by a man. Who uses her mind to take back her power and save another woman from being murdered by her captor.

They might not have meant it to be. But to me, that’s a pretty solid feminist empowerment flick. Who knows, maybe it was just a happy little accident, or maybe the writers really were aware of what they were doing. It free on a ton of platforms so give it a watch and see what you think for yourself!

@rhetthammersmith

#the brain that wouldn't die #Jan in the Pan #Classic horror #B Movie #feminist film #film essay #sci-fi feminism #sci fi #virginia leith #feminist horror #personal take #black and white horror #Feminism

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darkherolovercroissant · 1 year ago

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To Understand This

Short Story Series

Alejandro Vargas x Plus sized WOC Reader

This is a Bridgerton era style fic requested by @shadofireshinobi

This was supposed to be published in 2023, but Tumblr kept flagging it and crashing before I could save so I attempted this for the billionth time.

Warnings: Mature themes, mature language, smut, my writing, and anything I come across as I write this.

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The hallways, once echoed the footsteps of happy children running while their father chased them while laughing himself.

Now, they echo the thousands of thoughts that have been circulating through my head as I walk down them. They used to hold such innocence and light, now it’s dark and full of fear.

The doors open and mother weakly smiled, she’s still grieving the inevitable pain of this family. It was no secret that father wasn’t in good health. He was dying slowly, I like to think he’s been trying to fight in order to see his family all in good hands first, but we all know that the illness takes its time. Dancing with its victims in a taunting manner.

Father had five children, but not one of them was a son, as such matters were obvious, father had no eligible child to pass the estate or fortune to. As such terrible laws, deemed us ladies unequal to a man, we couldn’t have been given much than the clothes on our backs.

Mother took my hand and her eyes were red from many unfortunate events. She guided me to father’s office, where my fate had been decided by a bunch of men that father knew, well before I was even born.

The doors open and the council of men had risen from their chairs and turned to welcome us as they handed mother the final papers.

“Colonel Vargas has agreed to your husband’s wishes. The colonel and your daughter will marry and the estate will be handed to him, as your husband wasn’t able to produce a male heir. Of course, no offence to you m’lady” one of the many men spoke with such professionalism.

“I hope my next words don’t carry insult towards you, but I’m on a quite busy schedule and unfortunately I must hurry this along so I can return to my men.” A deeper voice echoed from my left.

I turn to see who I gathered was the colonel himself. Much older than me, but still younger than the other men in this room. He was highly decorated and carried himself with such pride. The age difference between us was as obvious as the setting sun told us that nightfall was upon us. At least ten years to my current age, but it was common for older men to marry younger women, so they could give them as many children as they wanted.

Mother nodded and the men filed out of the once crowded room. Now, despite two remaining, it felt like I was alone in said room.

“I know this isn’t what you wanted, believe me when I say, that I begged your father to choose one of his other daughters, b-”

I raise my hand gently in a motion to stop her. I turn and I looked at my mother’s face very carefully. Taking in every small detail, maybe one day, this would be me and what I’ll look like. Full of pain and regret, just simply wishing it wouldn’t happen.

I nod my head and she sniffles before heading out to where father was laying no doubt. Probably to fill his final days with cursing him out for all the pain this has caused, but apologizing right after for ever causing him pain in his final moments.

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The sunlight warming up the gardens as I walked through them, with my mind wandering as fast as my feet. So many questions about why this was happening. I was the one that refused to take in my duties growing up. Where my sisters all sought out company, I preferred to remain independent as I loved how peaceful the silence was. Father always said I was the most difficult to get through when it came to important matters.

He’d sit with me when I was younger and often told me what I should expect when I reached a mature age, but I simply couldn’t be more uninterested. I wasn’t interested in finding a husband and settling down.

I dreamed of having the biggest gardens, full of the prettiest flowers. I dreamed of having the biggest library, full of books that begged to be read. I dreamed of having that peaceful melody of sweet solitary playing in the background while I danced through life.

I dreamed of remaining independent until i finally came across someone that fit perfectly into my life.

I dreamed of having a choice, but atlas, I should’ve known better than to dream of things that could never happen. I was a foolish little girl, but the foolishness would end tonight, as tonight, my life would be made at the hands of others.

#alejandro vargas #requested #fanfic #short story series #x plus size reader #angst #x woc fem reader #part 1 #darkherolovercroissant #contains mature language #mature reading #mature themes #mature audiences only

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rarepears · 2 years ago

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Did you read my fic? Did you like it? Do you have any suggestions for future chapters or feedback?

Reading it makes me REALLY want to know how the fuck did Shen Jiu and Yue Qingyuan make up. What in the world could make Yue Qingyuan finally man up and do more than apologize and make sad puppy eyes at Shen Jiu????

Feedback? There's that scene where Shen Yuan is solicitating suggestions on what he should bring back - just who are those old men, bakers, etc. and why would they be crowded alongside the peak lords when Shen Yuan is saying goodbye? Wouldn't such farewells normally be reserved for family/friends? Not random strangers just elbowing their way in to pip in suggestions?

I'm excited to see Shang Qinghua and Shen Yuan's relationship be explained, especially when factoring the whole age gap being more explicitly here and mama bear!Shen Jiu lurking behind, still being sus AF about Shang Qinghua' spy status.

Also can't wait to see Shen Yuan's personality being revealed more in depth. Seeing how Shen Yuan's reaction to the group of women dressed in only one layer and not being jealous (wishing that he could do the same BlueThursday style) is interesting and certainly different from canon!Shen Yuan. Did Shen Jiu beat in ancient China standards of modesty? Is this the influence of growing up in Cang Qiong since he was a babe instead of immediately manifesting an adult body with Adult Decision Making Powers to Make Wrong Decisions?

Would also love to see the other trade routes being explored and explained. Like how cinnamon, native to Sri Lanka (formerly Ceylon), the neighboring Malabar Coast of India, and Myanmar (Burma) made its way up to China and Cang Qiong. (Oh! Are there any demon traders? Or Shang Qinghua used Mobei Jun as a pack mule to get his much desired SPICES because no one is going to stop him from getting his American white girl styled pumpkin spiced latte!)

Oh! Luo Binghe being assumed to be mixed race between Roman and Ceres person - would the latter be assumed to be a slave woman? (What country is even Ceres?? My mind immediately jumped to Central Asia area for whatever reason.) I wonder how assuming such a background would influence Luo Binghe's mindset - would he be interested in Shen Yuan because he's exotic? Is he going to be concerned that Shen Yuan wouldn't fall in love outside of the Han(?) race? How are values and cultures going to clash between the two?

Oh damn, this got way too long. But to conclude, yes I enjoy it a lot! Not sure if you did a lot of research or you just know way too much about this... era? Genre? period? Ancient Rome stuff? in general, but it's fantastic. I have so many questions that I desperately need answered! Hope I didn't overwhelm you hehehe...

[Unigunflutist's fic on AO3]

#ao3 #svsss #svsss ideas #svsss au #shen qingqiu #shen jiu #mxtx #the scum villain's self saving system #shang qinghua #Shen Jiu becomes a silk merchant instead of a Qing Jing disciple AU

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spider-mar2004 · 7 months ago

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🕸❤𝕎𝕖𝕓𝕓𝕖𝕕 𝕊𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕤💙🕸

Crossed Threats

Pairing: Kaine Parker x Marlette Saravia [Canon x OC]

Characters: Kaine Parker, Marlette Saravia, Ana Kravinoff [Earth-616] & Vulture [Earth-809070]

Summary: All the things with Kaine and Marlette were going well, their hate with each other finally vanished. But guess the life keeps challenging at them...

Warnings: Action fights, Swearing, Some Violence, Past Hints from Kaine's and Marlette's Pasts, Some Blood and Bruise But Good Ending with tiny Fluff in it.

NOTE: All villains including the earth name Earth-809070, belongs to Marlette's universe.

Houston, Texas. 1:38 PM Earth-616

Often Ben wasn't in the universe due still being trapped of the commands of that arachnid leader. It passed few days like around a week or less. And of course already started to turn being tired, Reilly indeed missed be in his life, having his home, may not taking many nap times but at least being in his world you know? Well seems like the one who's "passing greater" there was Kaine.

He was in the streets of the city, swinging with his red with black suit. Lately the danger of the villains of this world wasn't happening often as he thought which he was clearly confused but hey, take the chance for take a stop there right? Well, as he landed on a wall from a building, he stayed there and would position himself as "sitting" pose for take a little breath because he was swinging hard and fast.

He felt somehow... Better. Like, he remembered where he felt "Alive" in his early Houston Era, of course he compared that to his current story or status, which wasn't too much difference after all. Yes he was been with women before, like with Annabelle Adams. That singer for that church where the blonde lady Ana Kravinoff, daughter of the Kraven the Hunter from this earth.

Damn it, sometimes those memories were just chaotic messy, but well he didn't want to remember again anymore. But, being honest he found more interest on Marlette, being a person just like her, well... Not sure, he never actually asked about her past, maybe know her even more could be a great idea.

Kaine Parker, ah... Being a rude man with a rough past indeed should get someone to truly support, well Aracely can help yes, but not really enough. Maybe the half, but where's his other half? Well the half piece of that feeling a piece is from his siblings, mostly Ben and of course Marlette.

Enough of those thoughts, he would jump and swing around between the buildings, for him was a normal day, until he found traffic, and a long one formed of many cars. He thought if could be an accident so without think twice he went swinging there with his white webbing. He didn't understand what happened.

Then, suddenly a big figure glitched, colorful bits on its body.

Ah shit, an anomaly. Kaine thought that could be Ben's job, but maybe give that thing a pair of kicks on its butt could make it easier, so he landed infront the strange glitching figure, posing for defense.

"Well done, a glitchy bullshit in the streets of this city? Indeed this is like a chapter from a novel made by a person in drugs."

Kaine murmured under his dark mask, while then the figure would form... A pair of robotic wings? The glitch finally finished and it was...

Vulture, From Earth-809070. Same universe from Marlette, mostly a muscular man inside of a cyborg armor based of a vulture category named "Bearded Vulture", a beautiful but yet also scary bird species. Kaine Parker widened his eyes as he saw the man in the deadly bird armor.

The armor had a helmet of the mentioned predator bird, with a screen on the eyes, animated red eyes in the screen, long claws that looked worst painful than an eagle's. The color palette were tones of oranges, pastel beige and silver, with bright orange lazer claws, wings "feathers" and tail. While the man inside was a tall 6'8 ft Canadian man, skin tan with light dyed blonde curly hair and amber eyes but that's not so important for now but, Kaine indeed felt very slightly intimidated by that futuristic appearance.

Kaine wouldn't let that bird man intimidate him, he had to form a strategy, maybe he was smaller but he could be faster and smarter. Wait... What if it could violate the canon's rules? Fuck it, it would collapse after all still if he dies first.

The Vulture would position himself and let out a loud "roar" while opening the wings. But Kaine won't let that time lose, time to work already.

Scarlet Spider-Man quickly shut the armor's beak head helmet with the webbing, then he'd slide under the enemy's body while with the webbing formed a rope connecting with the tied beak, so by that movement would make Vulture fall, but he wasn't dumb because he took the web and easily cut it with the lazer claws. Kaine growled and then he pulled out his sharp stings for then jump on Vulture and start the battle.

Fight with knifes? Nah, Fight wing Stings and Claws? Yes. The both men fighting with their sharp weapons together, the public in the background watched the scene. And of course in paparazzi mode by taking so many photos and videos.

The armoured man looked at the public, then he opened the bird head helmet's "mouth" and would let out an attack of sound waves which it made the glasses break into shatters and fling shortly smaller or light cars. Kaine covered his ears quickly, being in a short time vulnerable, Vulture taking the chance kicked him, making the spider fall against a concrete wall.

The clone groaned, he hated so much that his spider-sense was fully gone, but he didn't give up that easily. He got up and then quickly trapped the other man with again this webbing. And thanks by his some sort avanced suit he became invisible, why didn't he use that before? Anyways he crawled on the enemy's back, stabbing the back part of the armor there but it was a trick, it had a bomb!

By the contact of the sting, it exploded, although the explosion wasn't big but still could injure him and leave a layer of dark smoke, blocking the view of others.

"Fucking chicken!"

Kaine exclaimed with an annoyed growl, for then cough a pair of times by the smoke.

And by the smoke, the enemy would give another attack, tackling him with the big body for then leave flying. Kaine again fell down, coughing but as he got up, he went running, seeing the mysterious creature leaving.

"Bastard..."

He said to himself, Really not believing, lately the enemies he was dealing with weren't easily to defeat. He followed, running and then swinging with his webs fast as he could.

Boston, Massachusetts. 2:00 AM, Earth-809070.

Meanwhile Kaine was busy against that big bird armoured man in his universe, guess the life wanted to share villains from these both worlds. Because in this futuristic world there was aswell an anomaly.

A blonde woman with a dark outfit fell down from the unknown portal, she groaned as her body dropped to the hard concrete or better said... Metal. Yes, this world is too modern that classic materials like concretes and such weren't not so commonly used on the city. They were many buildings with different lights, screens, holograms, mordern-looking cars semi-floating, but with a balance of nature there.

Unlike Miguel's universe, Marlette's universe is a bit less futuristic and keeps more nature, having a balance of these. For the hunteress, found it amazing, the weather wasn't too bad either it was like pretty normal, like a night from the spring season.

Ana Kravinoff was so confused on how did she end in this strange-looking universe for her, he belonged where almost nothing of those existed. She needed to escape, but how exactly? Well she wanted search a way. But her plan on escape faded away as her eyes were locked on something.

White webbing appearing... That would belong to a spider, and not a normal one... The Hunteress grinned as she saw the sticky material and then follow hidden running for see her possibly new prey.

Marlette Saravia was swinging with that same webs, looking around with her glowing suit, her eight lenses checking the area. She often was active at night and midnights, nocturnal habits basically.

That's why her heroine name was Night-Glow.

Why not a more spider-related? Well is enough for her call Night due her dark suit, and activity at dark skies and glow by the obvious glowing details from that same suit. She landed on the floor, in a zone where no people enters for take a quick breath.

"Good thing i don't see any hints of danger here."

Would Miguel O'hara call her there is an anomaly and come help her? No, She unfortunately works for him sometimes so she knew do the job already without break the canon. But, in case of Kaine's universe? Well who knows, just maybe let them defeat them will make the job easier, and he could just take them away. But of course the big Spider-Man wouldn't want see Kaine again by obvious reason.

Anyways, Marlette would slowly think about Kaine. Wondering how he was doing, ah... These two seems to be caring at each other... But no time for lovely imaginations. Her spider-sense snapped in as she looked back and see the mysterious Hunteress attack with her pair of daggers or Knives, filled with a poison in the tips.

The Spider-Woman did a fast flip, dodging the attack and posing in defense.

"Whoa! The fuck are you doing here!?"

She hissed lowly, her spikes from her shoulders raised up.

"Tell me where i am... Arachnid Disgrace..."

The blonde woman with that russian accent said, slowly getting up from the failed attack and then jump on the taller woman.

A quick movement from Marlette took the arm of the other lady, firmly grabbing it with her strong clawed arms, which the blonde gasped and quickly would do a kick movement at her. But before do the kick with the same hand Marlette held the villain, went to the wrist and very tightly would crack injuring the bones there and then get kicked.

Ana screamed in pain and drooped the knife, her wrist not able to move anymore temporary. Marlette then became in fours for run at her and jump on, they rolled on the floor like in an intense fight of women. Luckly for Ana she could use the right hand, so with that she would use the other available knife. A fast movement from the russian made Marlette try dodge but in a bad way, which she blocked her face with hand and the knife would hurt the hand palm. Marlette hissed loudly and would start bleeding as she just pushed the evil woman away.

The Huntress fell against a wall, groaning in pain. While Marlette's holografic suit would vanish a bit for display the wound, fortunately, the wound wasn't deep enough for a new scar, but it hurted of course. Blood drops fell from her palm. That remembered, the bloody past she had to see in her story. Flashlights from her memory of blood on the floor, blurry view... No. She shook her head, the suit would cover the wound back again and she snarled.

While Ana slowly got up and glitched, groaning in pain.

"Argh Blyat!" [Shit!]

Marlette walked to her by the neck with her strong hand, pinning her against the wall while staring at her with those fierce blue eyes.

"Listen here Risitos de Oro... You don't belong to here, and don't even fucking tease me you make your skull spin 360 grades for then be headless. Understood? Now allow me send you back to your home." [Goldilocks]

Somehow the anomaly felt a bit intimidated by the firmly tone from the heroine said, and of course the size. Ana was 5'4, and Marlette 6'7, holy shit. But she wouldn't be defeated like this easily.

"Until the poison won't allow you..."

The bigger female snarled and by the paralyzing venom, it made her wounded hand be victim of that venom. So she hissed of pain like the muscles of her hand, wirst and slowly to her forearm was spreading, she dropped the enemy, feeling the pain.

These two women were in the same "hand injured" boat. Well, if one hand can, the other can do.

With the non injured hand, the huntress would give a surprise attack with her knife but the spider blocked with the other hand, grabbing it, struggling, they both can be strong at these kind of combat, so with a kick from the blonde lady would make the masked woman fell down but she would slash her with the electric filled claws from her suit. Causing another damage at the other and blood come out with sparky electric small pains as extra.

Great, both hands injured now. But Ana had more ways to defense than just her hands.

"I AM GOING TO KILL YOU AND HAVE YOUR HEAD AS TROPHY!"

"Sure, if you can."

And here is how the fight start to be a bit more intense.

Meanwhile in Earth-616, with the men this time. Kaine would be still chasing the flying anomaly, until he got him as he shot his webbing on Vulture's leg, or talons.

Vultire looked down, the animated red eyes from the bird helmet woul form an angry expression, which could easily cut the webs with the orange lazer made claws, Kaine as saw the mini distraction, he would shoot his webbing at the bird's beak, doing a jump and land on his back.

"I was been in rodeos at this point, so nothing surprises me, little chicken."

Kaine growled and pulled the webs like the reins from the bridle of a horse. Vulture more annoyed would start do fast spins in the sky during the flight, the clone held himself tight there, getting slowly dizzy but then with one of his retractile stings would stab the base of the right wing. The villain would let out a loud robotic roar, now struggling flying.

Spider 1 - Vulture 0

He grinned under the mask, then he would use more of his arachnid fluids to tie it on the neck, pulling and trying his best for choke him. But it wasn't easy, taking the chance where Kaine's head was near on Vulture's neck, he would hit his head against the Scarlet Spider-Man's bead in backwards, causing pain and damage, whiche he fell down from him.

Now Spider 1, Vulture 1 too.

Each time, the fights of both universes became more intense at the same time, really strange how this was connected.

While in Earth-809070, Marlette and Ana were fighting with knifes and claws, struggling a bit with their non injured hands, although Ana ignored the slashed injured one, but yes there wasn't no way to use her fractured one. Night-Glow just popped an idea, she shot her webs at the Huntress Kravinoff, forming a tie around her body.

"I told you, i am not an enough animal as you think, spiders are common as shit. Why not hunt something more interesting?"

She serious mentioned, using the wrist multiuniversal device, Ana ran to her for tackle her which she dodged and then as the portal opened, Marlette would grab her and lift her, seems like the spider predator won over an animal professional huntress. But Ana won't be defeated obviously so she kicked her face, Marlette hissed loudly of pain, recieving a bruise on the side of her face, which she now angrily would rudely throw her to the portal before it closed.

After that, her mask would fade away and touch the bruise on her face, snorting. Damn it, that bitch indeed gave a last "treat" there. But sending the crazy villain to the Society could fix the things, hopefully Miguel does the final work detail there.

But actually, she made a some sort of mistake. Instead send Ana directly to the Society, she sent her back to her original universe, because the Earth-616 was the last universe she was been by the visit to Kaine. As she noticed that, her eyes widened a bit.

"Maldita sea." [Damn it]

She would open the same portal again, her mask appear, she disliked abuse this but if it's about mistakes that can lead in trouble, she should.

Now, entering to the clones' world from that multiuniversal entry, she would end on the floor there. Landing, she looked around, sounds from the police would be rushing at the way of the both men fighting. Marlette very alerted would be ready for follow to see the situation, until some few cops pointed at her with their guns. Welp, wasn't really her first time. It was okay her appearance be a bit mistaken as a villain, so with a slow turn, she stared at them.

"You seriously forget you have than just one spider. What a shame there."

She growled and her spikes from her shoulders, and now appearing spike blades from her forearms, the police men surprised were smaller comparing to her, they gulped.

"Just-"

"Tsk just what? Fucking bullshits."

The tall woman would shoot her webs at the guns, then quickly leave. One of the police men stared at her with very widened eyes, veeery interested seeing that attractive muscular body, the other one looked at the staring one and hit the shoulder.

"Are you serious!?"

"A- Sorry-"

Now focusing on what was happening, the black suited spider followed the direction thanks by the cops, until she arrived where she saw Kaine fighting against Vulture struggling in the middle of the air.

Her eyes, widened, along aswell her eight glowing blue lenses. This cannot be, she quickly jumped against the walls, running and then giving a high jump, landing on the enemy's back. But... Failed, the paralyzed hand made her lose her balance and fell from the distance. Kaine, not too late for notice saw her, eyes widened aswell.

"MARLETTE!"

He quickly jumped off from Vulture, quickly grabbing his new... "friend" and carrying her as they landed, at the start he struggled because she was a bit heavy but don't worry, he managed it.

She looked at Kaine, alerted.

"Kaine! Stop let him go! I'll be in charge of this- Argh!"

The pain from her injured hand interrupted her, Kaine, worried looked at her.

"You okay there?"

"It doesn't matter right now! Just i'mma stop this idiot!"

She tried to climb the walls but the bad hand didn't let her, she can't move a lot. But for hide that, she just used her legs for start running, for shoot her webs from her not injured hand, trying her best for pull him. But Vulture would easily pull her and slam her against the buildings' walls. She groaned, but tried her best using her resistance, then she took a breath, the glow details of her suit glowed more intense, an electric aura would slowly appear from her body, then the electricity would be connected to the web, quickly going to the enemy.

Vulture widened his eyes, then, the armor would pull out a wire, connecting to the web, a yellow electricity would appear, making the both energies collapse and create an explosion.

Glass shattered, smoke appeared like in earlier moment. By that, made the both futuristic characters recieving damage together, Marlette fell down, a bit weak, aswell with Vulture. When Marlette saw the glasses shatter, the pupils from her eyes would constrict. A flashback of herself, younger, looking all the windows from a room shatter and explode.

Vulture although was a bit weak, he had the enough few energy for keep fighting. So he would tackle her, making her fall against on a car, the car's alarm sound on. The bird man was now start to running for end her, but Kaine wouldn't allow that. He took a random damaged car from the early fight and throw it at him.

"Kill him, Kaine..." Those words were in Kaine's mind, the most violent side of him slowly rising up. When the anomaly got hit by that, and also glitched, he took the moment for go at him, using the same stings, would stab the connection of the back and the damaged wing's base, for then with his strong arms would take it and, with all of his streight, rip it off, wires moving and sparking a lot while the bird roared.

"End him." His mind said, having the victim now vulnerable towards his eyes, with his sting, he would fast move it to the back part of neck, but stopped at Marlette screamed.

"KAINE DON'T!"

Her voice snapped his nearly assassin behavior vanish. He shook his head and noticed he was close to kill Vulture. No... The Spider-man stepped back as his stings went back to inside his wrists.

"You are not an assassin Kaine, and Don't dare bring that Kaine back again." He thought, his mind, triggered by the tons of crimes he commited, the people he killed brutally.

He stayed there, half froze, while Marlette slowly got up, walking to him for then push the car adove the cyborg bearded vulture away, then she would tangle him with her webbing, using the device again but in pain by the early poison's effect, opening a portal with the code of her universe and send him back there, struggling of course.

While the scarred clone, without say any word he just stayed silent, the bloody past from him stuck there yet again. But Marlette walked to him and put her not injured hand on his shoulder.

"You should control your impulses there. Kill him does nothing, and worst, you would be in a serious trouble."

Kaine sighed and looked at Marlette.

"I... I know. But the way he hurted you-"

"I can defend myself with that, i deal with it so i am fine."

Kaine looked down, a little ashamed but his protective instincts with her became stronger, just like he did with Aracely when he met her.

"But, i owe you one. Nobody used help me like that unexpected so. Thanks."

Her voice softened, giving a small sigh in relief. While Kaine's eyes softened as she stared at her.

Their suit masks' eyes lenses locked staring at each other. While the public there said an "Awww", Kaine quickly looked and growled, having a small blush under his mask, while Marlette with now an annoyed face looked away.

"Whatever, guess seems like a crazy russian woman belongs here, she appeared somehow mines, i was about right now send her but... Nah."

"Yeah better no, after all wouldn't change anything or something. And i know her that's... Ana Kravinoff."

"Ah-huh, i see. Why not if we can just leave here? These people makes me feel weird, specially that one."

She pointed at the public and then at that same police man who was staring at her like in love eyes. Which Kaine nodded agreed, so as she left, Kaine walked to that in love distracted police man and gave a low growl.

Already territorial, geez.

When he followed her, they ended on the rooftop of a big house this time, the clone took off his mask with a sigh.

"Couldn't believe it i did a spider-society shit job without being member of that."

"I guess so. But you did a great job, that bird dude was just a problematic as always."

Her mask faded away, revealing her bruised face. As he saw her like that, he felt a bit worried.

"How did-"

"Dealing with your evil russian lady does answer your question?"

She side-eyed at him, who didn't say any other word. Marlette's suit would vanish only the part of her wounded hand, with now darker blood there, good thing the effect was slowly dying due her strong immune system. Which, the brown eyes from Kaine would bring a bigger worry but, just not showing it.

"Ah yeah erm... She uses poison knives things so, sorry about that... But, need a help?"

"Not your fault, is okay is just... Life's things and no, not needed."

Marlette looked at Kaine, her blue eyes locked on his eyes, slowly, feeling calm. Trying relax after the intense events.

"I can invite you where i am staying to rest. You deserve it."

Kaine's voice softened even more. Offering her something that could make her feel better.

"What? Ah no no, no thanks i can just go-"

"Are you going to deny my help? After you helped me so much?"

His face became a lil annoyed one, then Marlette with a small grumpy sigh finally accepted.

"Fine... But if i pass shame, i'll leave."

"Probably You won't, Big Beauty."

That last nickname made her look at him with a confused also annoyed face, with hint of blush on her cheeks. Kaine blushed a bit more and snorted.

"Urgh whatever. Just let's go."

He put his mask on, and leave, leaving a distance where she can follow him.

Before follow, she blinked a pair of times, feeling her heart having a weird sensation... But a good one.

Then, she would follow after her mask activated, and swing off with him with one hand.

Dios mio, such a long text there heeeelp 💀💀💀

#mar's random shit #kaine x marlette #oc x canon #webbed scars

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tankgotstuckinthecircusgate · 7 months ago

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many random stuff under the cut

was finally drawin eddie's cousin and i thought. what if. what if i drew smth like cig cards but w female characters from fp files............ like since i randomly decided to switch to more realistis style........... but i know that tomorrow (well today bc its 1am) i'm probly gonna let that idea go but god sees i'd love to make this. not all of them? bc there's like 9 of the ones i really focused on. n there's only 5 who participate in the plot of this thing im writin so idk (and lauretta isnt even here fr this upsepts me so much but there's no way i'm rewritin the concept) anyway i haven't properly worked on eddie's cousin since she's a bg character w only one meaningful & important arc but idk realised that she has vibes of nina from carnaval (1981).... <- another soviet film 😭

chaotic personality, superficiality but a lot of energy and life (and desperation). + maybe ref to eddie's cousin and her husband (have u seen him tho? he's ridiculous) i think i need to rewatch carnaval. brilliant film

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^ also this! i don't imply this to eddie's cousin character, but this song is so! maybe it could fit some of female characters idk i need to think bout this (main lyrics: Call me, for God's sake! (then yearning but ends with:) if i don't mean anything in your life anymore; i'll forget about you; i won't stop breathing; i'll still be happy; even if I don't have you) next

lisa rubini the ultimate mother you are.......... not the best one but she's so real to me. some hc things: i think she worked as a seamstress and before Eddie started earning money was the main source of income for the family. this may not be true for the era, i'm honestly just transferring what happens very often here when women takes over all the responsibilities (the father is either an alcoholic or unemployed or just not there) + this as another reason for the conflict between Lisa and her husband. & because she worked as a seamstress for a long time she developed carpal tunnel syndrome as she got older (i've been told about this problem by several seamstresses). i was just thinking that i often see Eddie & Lisa in my head, with Eddie holding Lisa's hands & carpal tunnel syndrome could be the reason y know? bout eddie's cousin - i think she's Lisa's niece, not Cecilio's

+ some hc bout Cecilio. i think he was a christian & went to church every sunday. there's deep christian guilt but he still beats his wife n son & drinks hard & gamble (Marmeladov from crime & punishment is low-key my ref for him). there's a lot in here about unrealized fulfillment in life (emigration that didn't do any good)

thnx for comin to my ted talk goodnight yall

#m2 #avart #maybe i'll delete this in the morning #arabella rubini #eddie's cousin

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twinsunstars · 9 months ago

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My Thoughts on Tales of the Empire - A Discussion Post (PART 1)

Hi! I'm finally getting a chance to discuss Tales of the Empire after its release last week, and it's a show that I enjoyed but also had a lot of mixed thoughts about. Let's dive back into the stories of Morgan Elsbeth and Bariss Offee during the Imperial era!

I'm going to do this discussion in 2 parts; one for Morgan's arc and one for Bariss's arc so I can discuss them both in depth.

LINK TO PART 2

(all screencaps from www.cap-that.com! https://www.cap-that.com/starwars/tales-of-the-empire/?seasonone)

Under the blood-red clouds of Dathomir, a heated battle engages between the Nightsisters and General Grievous's battalion; the night of the massacre during the Clone Wars. A young Morgan Elsbeth fights against the droids, her mother doing her best to protect her daughter. Her mother gets killed, and Morgan is attacked, knocking out.

Morgan looks really pretty in the Clone Wars animation, and seeing this from her perspective was amazing.

Morgan is recovered by the mountain clan on Dathomir, which was really interesting to know about that there's more different people living on Dathomir. Morgan's facial markings had faded away like dust, which I also thought was really interesting considering many of the Nightsisters were gone (even Mother Talzin) and their magic was fading away. Morgan heads outside into the sun, observing the remaining fire still burning in her homeland. Morgan collapses into tears, her expressions vowing revenge.

Women part of the Mountain Clan worry about their own safety after what happened to the Nightsisters, as Morgan overhears. The elder of the Mountain Clan tells Morgan to join Nali during a hunt, as the two venture through the lands. The Separatist droids are still around, and Morgan attempts to convince Nali to join her on her attempts to fight back.

Morgan gets Nali and another to join her endeavors in fighting against the Seperatist droids, trying to defend themselves. Droids attack the girls as they fight back. Once things get too overwhelming, the elder of the Mountain Clan appears, using her strong magic to end the fight. Nali becomes injured and dies in her mother's arms, as Morgan is left behind and alone near the fire.

Years pass and the Clone Wars are long over, as Morgan serves under the Empire. In a ship above Coruscant, Morgan gives a presentation on the advanced TIE fighters she designed-Thrawn's favored project in the novels and Rebels. I always thought Thrawn was the one who designed the TIE fighters, but I guess that changed once Morgan was put into Star Wars media. Moff Isdain rejects her proposal to design these fighters, while Pellaeon finds her work interesting and hints at his superior who could love her work.

Morgan returns to Corvus, the same planet from The Mandalorian which she controlled. Wing asks if she was successful while with a crew of the Empire, which she responds no. The people of Corvus had left themselves in Morgan's hands while she promised them a better world, and Morgan states that the Empire does not want anything she is offering. The people of Corvus begin to rebel against her, refusing to follow her any longer.

While Morgan listens to the rebel exclaims at night near the gong (I'm not sure what it was called but it is treated like a gong), she hears someone nearby. I was not expecting to see Thrawn's assassin, Rukh, after so many years right here. Morgan faces off against him until Pellaeon shows up, leaving with Rukh.

I screamed when Thrawn appeared; he looks stunning in Clone Wars animation. Currently just an Admiral, Thrawn approaches Morgan, finding high interest in her TIE fighter designs. He asks Morgan why she wants the Empire's support, and Morgan continues to seek revenge for her people. Thrawn accepts her offer, and the people of Corvus continue to be left under her rule.

Time passes again as an old friend returns to her home during the era of the New Republic. Nadura asks Wing what has happened, and Wing tells her things have just gotten worse ever since she left. Morgan continues to rule Corvus, even with the Empire gone. Nadura attempts to bring Corvus into the New Republic, but Morgan will not let that happen. Morgan attempts to kill Nadura, and a conflict ensues.

Nadura tries to escape and return to the New Republic, but is severely attacked. Morgan destroys her ship and sets the entire forest on fire. I didn't see any reason for her to set the forest on fire, but it's parallel to her saying that her world has always been burning around her. Wing approaches Nadura, who has sent a comm signal for help. Bo-Katan's voice answers the call, and maybe likely she sent Ahsoka here to help. The arc ends here, the fire continuing to burn.

I'm really glad that we got to learn more about Morgan's backstory, and I loved seeing more of the battle on Dathomir from the Nightsisters' perspective. Now on to Bariss's arc below.

LINK TO PART 2 OF DISCUSSION

#star wars #tales of the empire #morgan elsbeth #grand admiral thrawn #admiral thrawn #general grevious #governor wing #bo katan kryze #ahsoka tano #dathomir

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