#iron man x read

[violentdelightshavevioletends]

“I don't like you thinking you're not the center of my fucking world, yet here we are.”

[sk3tch404]

Welcome home.

So guys, I used graphic pencils for the first time on one of my art assignments and now....

Just know that ur girl got it 💪🔥

Also dont mind his fuck ass shoes okay

[gotham-at-nightfall]

The Avengers race to save the world from Hyperion!

Avengers #18

[jan-van-fine]

Steve ignoring the fact that his team has an odd number of people so he and tony can go on a date.

(Marvel Adventures: Avengers #5)

[wanderingmind867]

I don't like making shipping posts often (as a recent rambly post of mine can attest to), but this post has to be made. Point Blank: it's harder to find good ships with DC comics, I think. Besides Barry Allen x Hal Jordan, there's very few ships I see lots of support or proof of. Marvel had lots of possible ships, though. And do you know why? It's because their characters aren't cardboard cutouts! The Avengers are all super distinct! The Justice League feels kind of generic sometimes. Marvel just cracked the characterization code quicker.

Think about it. Look at the X-Men vs The Teen Titans. The X-Men were all so distinct. Within three or four Issues, you're gonna know enough about each x-men member for them all to be distinct. I'm currently in Issue #15 of the Teen Titans, and so far I still see no differences between Aqualad and Kid Flash! The Teen Titans only had four or five main characters, but only Robin, Wonder Girl and maybe Speedy come off as super distinct. Kid Flash and Aqualad feel like the same character sometimes! It's infuriating! Marvel never had this problem! I could probably tell Cyclops from Iceman nd Angel from Beast instantly. I know Hawkeye from Hank Pym, and Tony Stark from Reed Richards. That's why ships with Marvel characters work so well! They're all so distinct that you never have to worry about confusing one character for another! Angel x Iceman, Quicksilver x Hawkeye, Vision x Scarlet Witch, Thor x Iron Man, Reed Richards x Sue Storm, Quicksilver x Cyclops, they all just work!

But I can't really tell Ray Palmer from Barry Allen or Garth from Wally West! DC doesn't understand how to nail characterization, and it always shows. Always, always, always. And I hate it. No wonder I can't seem to find many good ships for the original Teen Titans. If it doesn't involve Dick Grayson in some way, the original Teen Titans don't have to have that many ships. What about Garth x Roy? Wally x Garth? Wally x Roy!? Nothing. I'm speaking hyperbolically, but you get the point. It's unfair to DC's characters. I want more attention on the characters DC wrote off as bland! Give it back to me!

[matthewmurdockswife]

Hello!! Could you please do one where Tony Stark is the readers dad and he finds her SH?? Thank you!

Iron brusies x tony stark (platonic)

Tw: self harm, depictive description of cutting, anxiety attack, hitting,

a/n : guys im always here to talk feel free to talk to me about anything at anytime good or bad my messages are and will always be open you can even send me a anonymous message in the req box if thats what you need to do Talk to me or a friend theres always someone there for you if you look hard enough I promise

I never felt like enough, which is unexpected when you’re constantly put out into the media and are being portrayed as “the happiest person alive” everyone wants my life many envy my family and my life style but not very many people understand it, and I mean truly understand it. Underneath the media personality I had to put on as an avengers daughter and a future avenger hid many scars.

It started a few years ago on accident I was shaving my legs when I accidentally sliced myself. But my reaction wasnt the same as it used to be, instead of being upset I was relieved. It felt like an escape and from that moment foward it felt impossible to stop

“ hey kiddo” My dad walked over to me while I leant against the kitchen island “hey” I remained looking at my phone my voice was faltering and was sure to give me away I didnt need my dad knowing about how I felt. If I ever wanted to be an avenger I cant have problems like this I cant let anyone see me weak.

He had stopped his movements, looking at me he reached out to touch my shoulder in an attempt to comfort me he always seemed to know something was up. without looking I pushed off the island without a glance or a word. I couldnt let him see me break. No one can see me break.

Everything felt out of control, my world was spiralling and so I went to the one thing that put me in control. My razor blades. I took the elevator up to the secluded floor I knew what I was doing in order for me to not get caught I had to think smart. I had this memorized, never say where your going, never go to that floor with another avenger and never use your own room.

I told friday the floor number remaining as composed as possible the cracks in my voice a dead giveaway “ mrs stark are you alright your blood pressure and heart rate have dramatically increased” taking a deep breath I reply to the ai “im fine fri” using an irritated tone in an attempt to conceal how im crumbling apart “ are you sure mrs stark? I can contact your father if needed” fridays tone questioning and concerned “im fine friday im just not feeling well” And I darted out of the elevator the moment the doors where opened

I opened the drawer containg the one thing I needed my razor as I smashed it against the floor over and over again until the metal blades broke free and I grabbed one and pushed it into my leg letting the metal drag across my skin. The blood dripping down my leg.

my hands shook and my body trembled one more I told myself each time. one more and ill be okay one more I kept repeating it over and over again in my head like a melody, a mantra like a prayer for help

my hands shook I felt my mind scream a blood curdling scream when I heard the thing I dreaded most. a knock on the door “hey kiddo you alright friday said you felt sick do you need anything can I come in”

i was panicking i thought i had this covered i thought i could be smooth about this i thiught i coukd do this and no one would know the thought of my father finding out about me about what i am what i do what ive become is enough to start sending me into a anxiety attack “ im about to have a shower” my voice was faulty and a dead give away and i covered my mouth trying to stop the broken sobs from escaping my lips anymore then they already had .” dont lie to me friday said your heart reate was through the rough whats going on kiddo” I let a sob escape my mouth but quickly covered it I heard a sigh and then a click

the door had been opened it was my greatest nightmare my breathing quicked as I lunged full force at the door trying to keep my dad out but he had had the advantage he was standing I was flipped onto my stomach as he pushed open the door once again

“ why are you on the floor kiddo c’mon stand up” he reached under my bicep as attempt to help lift me up “ NO” I screamed ripping my arm from his grasp looking up face stained in tears my dad’s expression written of pure shock guilt washed over me my emotions reaching an all time new high

I felt that drowning feeling begin again in my chest and then in my stomach and the voices in my brain began chanting on how I had messed this up, how it was all over, how I was worthless.Any negative comment anyones made on me being thrown at me by my own mind I scrambled to sit up against the tub holding my legs to my chest gasling hard for air. I was having an anxiety attack in front kd my dad who sat there eyes wide motiomless and wearing a shocked expression he came to sit down next tk me stroking my back while I sobbed wildy he pulled me into his chest while I fought against him throwing weak haphazard punches and his shoulder screaming kicking and crying to be let go off but he knly held me tighter and stroked my hair gently shishing me quieting my cries as he had done when i was younger to console me .

only then did I relax into his embrace

only then did I allow myself to be vulnerable

only then did he notice the multitudeof faded and fresh marks on my legs including the ones I had just freshly reopened

only then was I honest and opened up about the past two years of hell I went through

only then did I begin to see my dad differently as someone who understood what I had gone through because he had gone through it himself. I gained a new appreciation for my father that day, I’ve never been better and I owe it all to him

A/n

girlie im so sorry i didnt even see this lol sorry It took me so long to get around to. anywho sorry if this wasnt what you meant also sorry if this is bad its like 1 am my eyes are burning 🤭 love you guys never be scared to reach out for help, and always drink your water <3 bye loves

[hauntedjellyfishwitch-blog]

He's wanted her almost his entire adult life, after all she's been his best friend for pushing twenty years, but it had been a lot easier to ignore before she lived there.

In which Tony pines, tells her he loves her, accidentally, to her face and starts a whole new, terrifying kind of adventure.

Tony Stark/OFC

[peteypiessuperfamily]

I woke up from a dream and was possessed to ask if anyone has read a fic where a teacher at Midtown is making passes/is in a "relationship" (im using that word lightly) with Peter or someone his age that he knows about and its eating him up inside so he breaks down and tells Tony and Tony is rightfully pissed and takes matters into his own hands (either through the school or through his gauntlets i dont care) because i want to read a fic like that so bad i just dont know how to look for it or if I have to write it myself

[writerswho]

Fanfiction.

Title: Achilles, Come Down.

Words: 3074.

Ratings: Teen And Up.

Relationship: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Harley Keener & Peter Parker.

Warnings: depressed peter parker, implied/referenced suicide, suicidal thoughts, peter parker is tony stark's biological child, harley Keener is tony stark's biological Child, tony stark is a bad parent, trans peter parker, suicidal peter parker.

Summary: Denki questions his luck and even his sanity. Why are all the schools in Japan on hilltops? And those that rarely aren't on top of a stupidly high hill are inside a geography depression, which is the same thing in the blond's opinion. One way or another, students have to walk up or down a hill to get to and from school. And that doesn't even count as an extra point in PE lessons, which Denki thinks is criminal.

Links: ao3, tips!

Commissions info here!

It started innocently. Just a link. It was sent to him by some random fan on the internet. He did not pay it any attention. People on the internet always send him the weirdest shit, sometimes he gets a laugh at it, and most of the time he feels the urge to bleach his brain. So yeah, he doesn't pay it any attention. But then the notifications do not cease to come. Message upon message, tag after tag. All in all, the link comes again and again. Still, he pays it no mind. 

Then Pepper sends it to him, followed by Rhodes, Happy, every single one of the Avengers, and a bunch of desperate PR employees. 

Yet, he continues to pay no attention to it. 

“Answer your fucking phone!” Harley barges into his lab.

“I know I am a laid-back dad, but even I expect some level of respect from my kids, y'know?” Tony says without taking his eyes off his later project. “Maybe you want to leave and come back again? Maybe try knocking this time? I mean, you never know what I could be doing all by myself, right? No need to traumatise yourself,” he jokes. 

“It is not time for you fucking jokes!” Harley all but yells. That catches Tony's attention. Looking up to meet his son's, Tony takes in the kid's appearance. He looks disarranged. With his eyes red, and puffed cheeks, and scruffy hair. The inside-out t-shirt, only one sock on, and short boxers the other way around. All in all, Harley kind of looks like shit.

“What happened? It was Morgan? Pepper?” Tony practically jumps off the chair, which falls to the floor with the sudden action. His armour arm is activated and ready to blast whoever or whatever. “What is the emergency?” 

“The emergency is that you don't answer your damn fucking phone!” Harley continues to yell. He pushes his father off the way and snatches the man's phone off the table. “A hundred and thirty messages and you didn't open any of them! Besides the twenty missing calls! Why the fuck do you have a phone if you don't answer it when we need you to?” 

“Well, I was busy!” Tony says defensively. If Harley has time to chew him up, it might not be a real emergency, so he deactivated his amour arm. “If it was really important, Jarvis would have informed me--”

“Jarvis is not working!”

“What?” That got his attention. “What do you mean he is not working?” 

“Someone blocked his damn signal! Did you not notice that he is just not talking with you at all?” 

That truth. Now that Tony is thinking about it, the last time he heard anything about Jarvis was about one hour ago. Usually, Tony would have noticed it way sooner with how much he uses the A.I. but he was feeling funny all night, worse after the last presentation at the music competition and that blasted song that hit too close to home, so he wanted to clear his mind and bury his worries and emotions and make-believe that he didn't feel like shit for something that has no right to make him feel like shit in the first place. So he put on some good music that didn't make him feel weird and started to work on his project in a rare 'hands-on' kind of way and just didn't ask Jarvis for any help.

“Jarvis, are you there?” Tony called for his A.I. friend but got no answer. “Jarvis!” When no answer came again, Tony felt dread. 

J.A.R.V.I.S is his best and most complex project to date (minus, of course, the whole 'create a new element thing'). If someone is intelligent enough to block him out, Tony is terrified of finding out what they could do with his code. Someone could kill Jarvis.

“Out of my way!” Tony screams, latching himself to his computer. 

“What are you doing?”

“Fixing Jarvis!”

“We don't have time for that! We need to find Peter!” Harley grabbed Tony's wrist and pulled him off the lab.

“Peter? I don't have time for it, I need to fix Jarvis and make sure he's alright.” Tony tries to fight his wrist off Harley's grip, but the boy is stronger than he looks. 

“Did someone find him?” Harley asks with urgency once they reach the shared living area in the penthouse, ignoring Tony's protests. 

Bruce, Steve, Natasha, Bucky and Pepper are scattered around the place. Pepper, Steve and Bruce by the couch and Natasha and Bruce by the kitchen island. Three of them have their phones out. 

“Nothing with Rhodes,” Pepper says. She looks as bad as Harley. Tear marks on her cheek, unkempt hair, and irritated eyes. 

“Nor Sam,” Steve informs. His tone is grave and solemn. 

“Happy said he got hold of one his friends, they gave him a list of places he could be and said they would help with the search,” Nat chips in with a gravity she only uses on missions.

“Send me the list, I will grab the car and hit some locations.” Buck was already halfway out the door once he finished talking. Steve is not far behind.

“That is good, right?” Harley sounds almost hopeful. “They know him better, right? So they have to know where he is, no?” 

“That is the hope, kid,” Nat agrees, even though she doesn't look that certain, but she is pretending well.

“What is happening here?” For one in his life was an annoying know-it-all genius, Tony has no idea of what is going on. 

“He doesn't know?” Pepper asks. 

“He doesn't look at his fucking messages!” Harley waves Tony's phone which he still holds in his hand.

“I said I was busy!” 

“Too busy for you son?” Bruce asks incredulously.

“I am talking with him right now, ain't I?” He waves in Harley's direction. 

“Peter, Tony!” Pepper screams. “We are talking about Peter!”

“Again with this kid! I don't know any Peter! Much less one that is supposedly my son!” Tony was getting annoyed with all the Peter talking. Tony had three kids, only one son. One son named Harley. There is no Peter's in his life.

The room fell silent. The adults are looking at him with some weird expression. Pepper is shocked, and Bruce looks sorrowful. And Natasha, well, she is Natasha, Tony can't read her. 

Harley, on the other hand, is an open book. There is a plethora of emotions on his face. Fear, confusion, distress, anger, hate, sorrow. Betrayal. Hurt. Heartbroken. Tony doesn't know what happened to his kid to be feeling like that, but he hates seeing his kid like that. 

“You fucking kidding me!” Harley throws Tony's phone on the wall near Tony's head. 

“What the fuck!” 

“You are telling me you didn't fucking know?!”

“Know what?”

“About your fucking son!”

“I know about my son! He's screaming at me and crossing some pretty big lines right now!”

“Fuck you and your lines!” Harley has hot-angry tears running down his face. “I defend you! I told him he was being dramatic and exaggerating and that you aren't the big bad guy they said you were, but you really are shit, aren't you?” Harley sounds defeated. “You know what? Fuck you!”

Harley runs out of the penthouse. Taking the stairs instead of the elevator, slamming the door behind him. 

“What the fuck was that?” Tony yells. He searches for answers on his friends and wife's faces, but they look as pissed as Harley. 

“I knew you're a moron, but I didn't expect you to be this big of an ass,” Natasha simply says before leaving the room. Bruce right after her. 

“Pep, can you please, tell me what is going on here? Because I'm lost,” Tony practically begs. He is so tired. The last minutes have been nothing but chaos and he still doesn't know why Harley was so pissed in the first place. 

Pepper doesn't reply, she only points to the flat screen on the wall and unmutes it. 

There is a video playing. It is a grainy black-and-white video, edited to look old. There isn't much in the video. It is just a plain rooftop, with the city shining beyond the tip, and the full moon as the only source of light besides a torch tossed on the ground that creates more shadows than anything else. There is a figure on the edge, dark as the night. Small and out of place, leaning on the railing. 

Tony doesn't know what is happening in the video but feels dread. 

“Pepper, what is this?” His mouth is dry. Tony is afraid. He doesn't know why he is afraid, but he is so terrified. 

“Roughly fifteen minutes ago, someone hacked into the Tower systems,” Pepper begins. “When we asked Jarvis about it, he informed us that Peter was the one who did it. When we asked him to notify you, he also informed us that Peter blocked his connection to him, and shortly after that Jarvis stopped responding to us.”

“So you are saying this Peter fellow screw my A.I. up? Who is this guy, anyway? You guys keep talking about Peter this and Peter that, I don't know who Peter is!”

“That is Peter, Tony!” Pepper points to the dark figure on the edge of the roof. “That is your son! Your kind and sweet and talented and brilliant son! Just look at him, Tony. Look at him and for the first time in his fucking life, see him!” She is crying, just like Harley before her. 

Tony turns his attention back to the screen. The shadowy figure walks away from the ledge, stalking towards the torch. He catches his breath when the kid — because it's a fucking kid! — comes in the light. 

It is the kid from the music competition. The one that sang the last song, who closed the night with a song that was nothing short of a cry for help. The same song whose lyrics are still playing on the back of Tony's mind, that left him feeling all funny and worried and depressed. 

The kid who his band mates introduced as Peter. 

But not only that, it is his kid. 

The one who has been living with him for the last twelve years. His first kid. Not his firstborn, but the first one that was trusted upon him. The one that watched their mother die a painful death because Tony was too much of a coward to accept his responsibility and take the kid like the mother tried to do when she showed up at his office the first time. The one that didn't talk, didn't laugh, didn't sleep because of nightmares. The kid that he gave up. Because that is the truth, Tony gave up. He didn't know how to take care of the kid, so when he realised the kid wasn't as open and chat as he believed kids are supposed to be, he gave up instead of trying. Because it was too much trouble, too much effort for too little reward. By the third month of having the kid around, Tony was convinced that he wasn't suited to be a father. Then Harley showed up, and parenting seemed so easy with him that he blamed the kid for his shortcomings. He decided that if he couldn't connect with the kid, it was the kid's fault for being too difficult. So he focused on Harley, and the kid was just that: the kid. 

The kid. The kid. The kid. The kid. The kid. The kid. The kid. The kid. The kid. The kid. The kid. The kid. The kid. The kid. The kid. The kid. The kid. The kid. The kid. The kid. The kid. The kid. The kid. The kid. The kid. The kid. The kid. The kid. The kid. The kid. The kid. The kid. The kid. The kid. The kid.

When was the last time Tony called his child by name? He doesn't remember. It doesn't even matter because it is Peter now. His kid's name, his youngest son's name is Peter. And he didn't know, because Tony didn't pay attention. Didn't care enough to do it. 

Tony did his part. Paid for education, bought clothes and food, and gave the kid a place to live and an allowance. But that was it, wasn't it? He did the bare minimum, and pat himself on the back for it. Bragged about being a better father than Howard. Because he didn't scream, didn't yell, didn't force his children to be in the media, didn't use them as publicity stunts. But he is not better than Howard, not really. His father at least knew his name, even if he insisted on calling him Anthony. 

How long has it been Peter? One month? One year? Now that he thought about it, Morgan is always going around about Peter. A kind, sweet and gentle boy who always has time to play with her and tells the best stories. Harley also talks about Peter. How he is funny and sarcastic, has terrible good taste in music and loves shitty old movies, and is one of the best people he knows.

Morgan's Peter and Harley's Peter are the same Peter. His son. The son he ignored, the son he did not even realise he had. The son everyone knew about but him. The same who pacing around the rooftop with a bottle in hand.

”Is this live?” 

“It was,” she says. “From the reports we got from Jarvis before he went offline, Peter connected the Tower's CCTV to a live streaming feed. After the transmission ended, the video was automatically uploaded to the internet.”

“Achilles, Achilles, Achilles, come down,” Peter's voice fills the room. “Won't you get up off, get up off the roof?”

Peter is singing. He is on the top of some unknown rooftop, walking too close to the ledge, branding a bottle in one hand and holding a mike in the other singing about getting off the roof. 

“You're scaring us and all of us, some of us love you. Achilles, it's not much but there's proof.”

Tony listens to the lyrics, paying his utmost attention to each verse and line. He feels his stomach turn and his chest tighten. Breathing is so complicated. 

“Where you go, I'm going, so jump and I'm jumping,” he leans on the railing. Face downwards to the city. “Since there is no me without you.”

Tony just wants the song to end. He just needs it to end so his son can get off the roof.

“Loathe the way they light candles in Rome, but love the sweet air of the votives. Hurt and grieve but don't suffer alone. Engage with the pain as a motive.”

Peter walks the length of the roof, tipping too close to the edge. His steps are clumsy and unsteady. The drink in his hands spills onto his clothes and splashes across the scene. 

“Achilles, Achilles, Achilles, jump now.” Suddenly, the lyrics change. Peter's voice is full of hate and self-loath. A silent panic takes over Tony. “It is empty, Achilles, so end it all now. It's a pointless resistance for you.”

The French sample in the background carries on. Going on about crisis and triggers, and Peter is closer and closer to the edge. 

“You may feel no purpose nor a point for existing,” he keeps singing, the bottle is still in one hand and the mike cradle is in his chest. “And there may not be meaning, so find one and seize it. Do not waste yourself on this roof.”

The lyrics go on, and Peter doesn't get off the roof. Tony has half of a mind to just jump on his suit and try to track down his son. But keeps remembering himself that it is a record, and from what he heard when Harley dragged him to the communal area, Peter's friends and Tony's family were already trying to find him. And they will. Because if they don't, Tony doesn't know what he's going to do. 

“But be real and just jump, you dense motherfucker,” Tony's voice suddenly cuts through the audio. 

“What?”

“You're worth more, Achilles,” Peter continued, ignoring what Tony's voice said.

“You will not be more than a rat in the gutter,” Tony's voice continues. It's clearly fake with the robotic undertone of something done with the help of a machine. 

“I never said that! I would never say that!”

“So much more than a rat,” Peter continues to argue. 

“I know, Tony.” Pepper has a pained expression. She knows, as much as Tony knows, that the voice is fake. But it is not the problem here. It doesn't matter if he never said it, doesn't matter if it is fake, what matters is that it is his voice. It is his voice yelling to his son Achilles to jump.

“You want my opinion, my opinion you’ve got,” Tony's voice continues to taunt.

“No one asked your opinion!” Tony screams at the recording at the same time Peter sings the same line.

“You asked for my counsel, I gave you my thoughts,” Tony's voice ignores both of them. 

“No one asked for your thoughts,” Peter doesn't give up.

“Be done with this now and jump off the roof,” Tony's voice sings at the same time that Peter says, “Be done with this now and get off the roof.”

Together, they keep going, “Can you hear me, Achilles? I'm talking to you. I'm talking to you. I'm talking to you. I'm talking to you. Achilles, come down. Achilles, come down.”

Tony doesn't know if the song keeps going for another minute or two or sixty. He stopped thinking straight the moment he realised who was on the roof. Listening to the mockery of his voice telling his taunting his son Achilles to jump.

“Today of all days, see how the most dangerous thing is to love.”

The recording ends with an unnerving silence. Peter stares at the camera, his finger pointed at it like a gun, the bottle of the mysterious drink still secured between three of his fingers. Raising his finger-gun to his head, Peter smiles. So bright, so sad. Thirty seconds after the end of the song, Peter pulls the imaginary trigger. 

The feed cuts out with nothing but static.

[violentdelightshavevioletends]

"Nothing you could ever do would be unforgivable to me."

[everythingoiezoie]

It's not that i love one fictional character more than another... It's just - you never really get over the first love, do you?

[gotham-at-nightfall]

Invincible Iron Man #9

[crashhole]

April 16 2024

- Action Comics #1064

- Weapon X-Men #2

- The Incredible Hulk #792

- The Invincible Ironman #667

[wanderingmind867]

I once mentioned how I had a reading list for Marvel in my phone's notes app. I've tried to sort it by character, and it's mostly just a collection of Marvel Masterworks so far. I'm mostly reading whatever I can find online, of course. (if I can't find a masterwork, I read whatever I can find online). Here's some of it:

Marvel Masterworks: The Fantastic Four Vols 1-19: Everything from issue #1 to issue #218, right before John Byrne starts writing. For me, all this is peak fantastic four. Because as previously noted, I don't think I'd care for John Byrne's run.

Marvel Masterworks: Iron Man Vols 1-12: Everything from the beginnings back in Tales of Suspense, down to Iron Man #112. So everything up to right before the Demon in a Bottle storyline, give or take a few issues.

Marvel Masterworks: The Avengers Vols 1-16 and 18: Everything from Issue #1 up to Issue #163. All of Stan Lee, Roy Thomas and Steve Englehart's runs. Then I refuse to read Masterwork 17, because I hate the Korvac saga. So we pick back up for our finale with volume 18 and issues #178-188. Or the issues directly preceding the disastrous issue #200, give or take a bit.

Marvel Masterworks: The X-Men Vols 1-7: All the old stuff. The entire original X-Men stories, from #1 to #66. Plus the solo Beast stories from the 70s, and some other solo or crossover related X-Men stuff. This is the last X-Men thing I'll read, as I hate Chris Claremont's X-Men. Quite a lot.

Marvel Nasterworks: Nick Fury, Agent of Shield Vols 1-3: All Nick Fury's classic spy stories. These seem fun, honestly. I haven't read much spy fiction, but this sure sounds more interesting than Nick Fury's old ww2 stuff.

This is just some of it. If you want me to share more, I can try to. it'll probably be a bit dull to read, but it might be nice to share it.

[hadesgirl015]

Chapter 30: Exploring the Rest of the Shadowed Town

Chapter Summary: The party checks the Shadow Cursed town for anything they missed on their way to the mausoleum.

Story Summary: Telvelni (Tav) is an Iron-Hand Gnome, after getting abducted by mind flayers and infected with one of their tadpoles, she must make her way back to Baldur’s Gate with the important information she had received. Information she paid a lot for and could potentially be a turning point for her clan.

Prologue here

[wh33zy]

I have an odd request for y’all

Can a fanfic writer who knows these goobers better than I do, and with heart and gumption, make this poster I made in Midnight Suns into a fic? I need to read it.

Title: It’s Clobberin’ Time - the CapMan RomCom Spectacular

Plot: Early 2000s romcom style where at the end, Steve runs through the airport and tell Tony how he feels before Tony leaves for good.

(Yes that’s Venom chilling in the back in support)