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transformee · 4 years ago

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All I want for Christmas...

“I swear, you mortals sometimes... What do you think a Christmas Miracle is if not a wish? And I don’t even need a lamp!”

Grant could still barely process what was happening. It had been a quiet Christmas Eve until about a minute ago when the room exploded in a red mist out of nowhere, followed by a traditional holiday bellow so deep it made the room rattle - HO HO HO!

Grant fell backwards onto his couch in a combination of surprise, fear and awe, with a very large man suddenly standing over him. “S- Santa?!?”

“Well at least you got that part right! What were you expecting - some common genie? HO HO HO!” Santa replied with his traditional laugh but a slight disapproving look, as if he was personally disappointed by Grant’s love of ‘common’ genies.

A quick lecture later, Santa loomed over Grant with a rosy smile as he reached down, squishing Grant’s face a bit with his large mitten. “Now let’s see what wish is really lurking around in there!” Santa’s eyes darkened briefly as if he was peering deep into Grant’s soul itself. It was a little disconcerting, but the rosy smile quickly returned.

“A boyfriend, eh, with a little extra Christmas flair? Very well, I’m sure we can make that happen! No time to waste though - there are more wishes than ever this year that need granting. You’ll get your wish with the next man you see. Merry Christmas, young man! Ho, HO, HO!” And just like he was counting to three, Santa clapped his mittens together with another giant red explosion, leaving Grant excited, dazed and confused. However...

“What in the North Pole...!” As the mist quickly cleared, a figure appeared, or rather remained. Santa was still in front of Grant’s couch! “Well that’s never happened before!” Santa said with a cough, waving the last of the mist away. “Guess I lost focus granting so many wishes. Be good, my boy! Ho, HO, OOOOOOOOOOOOH...” Rather than finishing his count with a clap, a deep moan escaped Santa’s belly as he doubled over. Grant could only look on, still pressed back into his couch and unsure what to do. Santa’s eyes widened however, suddenly realizing exactly what had happened. He had lost focus alright - with the wording of Grant’s wish. Santa himself was the next man Grant had seen! For all his talk of ‘common’ genies, he had made a critical mistake himself. He desperately attempted to reverse what he had done, but it was too late. “Ho, HO, NOOOOOO-OOOOOOOOHHHH...!” Another moan erupted from Santa’s lips as he started to change according to Grant’s wish. His belly jiggled as it retracted, sucking in as the weight redistributed and reformed across his body. First his shoulders broadened as his torso lengthened, ripping the seams of his signature coat as it fell to the floor.

Grant, having barely said a word the entire time, started to salivate as he could see the changes. Santa’s hair and beard quickly pulled inward to a shorter, darker style, and the years faded from his face and skin as it tightened. Muscles bulged unevenly before settling as the changes accelerated, and Grant could see Santa’s new form taking shape on the floor.

His muscles continued to grow rounded and larger as his face began to shift, taking on a familiar appearance. Finally catching his breath, Santa lifted himself up, tossing away the remains of his shredded undershirt, and leered at Grant, still sitting agape on his couch as a vision of Chris Hemsworth stared back at him.

“Well I hope you’re happy, young man! Look what you made me do! Now someone else is going to have to become Sant- OUCH!” Santa, or was it Chris?, jolted upright as a small zap of electricity jumped at him from his former coat. “Wait! No! Stop- stop it!” More bolts of energy started to jump onto Santa’s new body as his coat melted into a pool beneath him. He tried to swat them away, but he realized his transformation wasn’t finished. Bits and pieces of the liquid quickly started to attached themselves to his new muscled torso with each bolt, reforming into something new. As the electricity built up in his body, Santa’s eyes started to glow as well as his memories and personality were overwritten by his careless gift.

As the lightning subsided, Grant finally mustered the willpower to speak, wiping a small dab of drool from the corner of his mouth. “S- Santa...? Are you... OK?”

“Santa? You’ve never called me that before, babe, although I guess I could allow a little role play for your mortal holiday, although it looks like you are ready to go already...”

Mortal? Babe??? Grant’s mind was racing. Had his wish really come true??? He hadn’t even noticed that he was rock hard and tenting his pants to their limit as Santa, then Chris, but now clearly Thor stepped up to the couch. “And waiting isn’t really what I had in mind right now,” Thor said with a smirk.

Thor violently reached both his hands inside the waist of Grant’s pants, and Grant could see Thor’s biceps bulge. In one swift motion and a crackle of lighting, Thor ripped Grant’s pants in half, tossing the remains into the air as they disintegrated. His erect cock stiffened further with the rush of cool air as Thor slapped his own ass with a thunderous clap, scattering his own pants to ashes as well. He fell forward onto the couch, creaking beneath the weight of the god, and straddled Grant, slowly lowering himself down. Grant meanwhile couldn’t take his eyes off the giant cock so close to his face, slowing inching closer and closer as it began to bob and swell. That was quickly interrupted when Thor’s ass made contact with Grant’s cock. An electrifying jolt of pleasure surged over him, causing every last hair to stand on end. His head snapped back, unable to make a single sound other than a gasp as his breath was taken away from the discharge. His vision finally refocused, only to see Thor’s giant cock now fully engorged, pointing itself directly at his face, only inches away.

“Merry Christmas, little one!” A Merry Christmas indeed, Grant thought, as he leaned forward to receive his present.

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A Christmas gift for @grant-spiraltf as part of the 3rd Annual TF Writer Story Exchange. Merry Christmas, my friend, and cheers to 2021! 🍻

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wendimydarling · 5 years ago

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Revenge

Title: Revenge

Summary: Walter gets revenge on his wife.

Pairing: Walter Marshall x First Person Reader

Word Count: 1918

Warnings: Nuthin’ but floof here! Oh, and some female nudity.

A/N: This story was inspired by drunk Tumblr! and the conversation between me, @hell1129-blog, @yoursecretsmutblog, and @ly--canthrope in the comments of this post here. Enjoy!!

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Walter closed the door to the apartment, kicking off his shoes and tugging his sweater over his head. The day had been long and arduous, as most of his days were. He was looking forward to spending the evening with his girl. Who seemingly is nowhere to be found, he thought as he glanced around.

“Babe?”

“I’m in here!” he heard her reply. It sounded like it came from the bedroom. Walter traipsed down the hall and was met with the most beautiful sight he’d ever witnessed.

There she was, his siren wife, lying naked on their bed, her body on display for him. Her soft curves never ceased to arouse him; her beauty stealing his breath away, the matted shine of her olive skin hypnotizing him. But it wasn’t just her alluring glow that made him tremble. It was the fact that she had cuffed herself to the headboard and she was grinning at him profusely, already rubbing her legs against each other in anticipation.

“I found an extra set of your handcuffs when I threw a load in the wash,” she explained, biting her lip. “I hope you don’t mind.”

It was Walter’s turn to smile. How on earth had he gotten so lucky? He stripped off his remaining shirt and straddled his tiny wife.

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I’ve had such a bad day. I can’t wait to get home to you.

The text message had seared my heart. I swore to myself I’d make his day better somehow, so when I found his handcuffs while going through the laundry, an idea immediately came to mind. I hurried quickly through the chore and headed to the bedroom to get ready. Walter would be home soon.

Once I was satisfied with my hair and touched up my makeup, I made my way to the bed, hurriedly slipping out of my work clothes. I laid down and hooked one wrist with the cuffs, relishing the way the cold metal felt against my flushed skin. We’d used them before, and I would never tire of the solid, relaxing sensation that flooded my body the moment I was restrained. My lady bits were already dripping, and Walter wasn’t even home yet.

Or maybe he was. I heard his boots thud outside the front door so I hastily put my arms above my head and connected the other wrist in the cuffs, trapping myself. I didn’t have a key; the only way out now was Walter. I slunk down a little so that I was nice and stretched, feeling grounded and excited for what was in store.

“Babe?”

“I’m in here!” I called out to him, unable to keep myself from grinning as I pictured his reaction. I wasn’t disappointed; the look on his face as his jaw dropped three inches was worth everything. My pussy throbbed at how dark his eyes grew, and I pressed my legs together, fending her off.

“I found an extra set of your handcuffs when I threw a load in the wash,” I teased, biting my lip as I watched my husband swallow thickly. ‘I hope you don’t mind.”

Walter smiled slowly and I shivered as he took off his shirt, allowing me to see every muscle in that thick chest of his as he came over to the bed and climbed on top of my small frame. He grabbed a pillow and tucked it under my back before pressing his weight on my thighs and I was at once unable to move, my entire upper body deliciously arched and at his mercy.

He leaned onto his elbows, his face hovering over me as his fingers brushed over my breasts. I squirmed a little, the light touch tickling softly. His smirk had taken on an evil hue and I gulped, suddenly uncertain about my life choices this evening.

“Do you remember,” He started, tracing circles around my nipples, “The surprise party you threw me for my birthday?”

Oh shit.

I tugged on the handcuffs at once, but I couldn’t move an inch. I looked into my husband’s eyes, pleading with him.

“Walter no, no no no this is not what I had in mind, don’t do this!”

“Do you remember the slideshow?” he asked, his fingers traveling up to my armpits, hovering over the exposed skin.

“Walter pleeeease!”

“Do you remember how I said you’d pay for it?”

All I could do was whimper, squirming ineffectively underneath his large frame.

“Welcome to my revenge, Sweetheart… thank you so much for offering it to me.”

“No Walter--fuck!!!” I squealed as his fingers started to dance over my sensitive hollows. He knows that it’s my worst place and Detective Marshall is a methodical man; he took care to tickle every exposed nerve beneath my arms. I laughed loudly, my inability to protect myself only further heightening the sensation as he tortured me freely.

I watched him through my laughter; his face was covered in joy, and I realized he was truly enjoying this. Whatever bad things had happened today, my suffering was erasing them from his mind. I figured I could take being tickled for a while, if only to see that happiness never leave my husband.

Then again, maybe not. He switched from spidering to poking and I screamed, arching my back even further into the tickles. That seemed like the opposite of how I should have been responding, but my body was reacting of its own accord at this point.

“WALTER PLEASE!!! No mooohohore!!!”

He just shook his head, chuckling at my feeble attempt to beg.

“You really think, after you embarrassed me with all those childhood photos, that I’m going to let you go after only five minutes? No my love, get comfortable. I’m going to tickle you all night.”

“NOOOOOO!” I wailed, the fingers switching tactics again. This time he was digging, and I was barely able to catch a breath before another long batch of laughter ripped through me. Walter sat up, and I knew what was coming next. I squirmed helplessly as the rest of my naked torso was exposed to his nimble fingers.

“Don’t you dare,” I warned futilely.

“You’re not really in a position to be making demands,” he quipped, running those stupidly talented fingers up and down my sides. I kicked my legs futilely, or at least I tried to. I was unable to protect a single inch of my sensitive skin as ticklish sensations swarmed my body. Walter was laughing with me, egged on by my cries for him to stop.

He finally settled on my ribs and my laughter hit a new peak as he began to vibrate his fingertips against each one. Digging in with fervor, my husband set out to discover every new place within my bones that would cause the loudest response.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take another second Walter paused, spreading his large hands across my entire abdomen. I gasped for air, staring at his stupid grin as I pleaded with him for mercy.

“No more Walter, please… I can’t take it, I’m gonna die!”

“It’s just a little tickling,” he chided, grazing his fingertips over my belly to keep me tense. “So long as I let you breathe you won’t die. You’ll just wish you had.”

“Walteeeeeheher…” My moan turned into a chuckle as his fingers started to pick up the pace, spidering softly all over the sensitive flesh of my torso. I clacked the cuffs hard against the headboard, the only movement I was capable of to express my frustration. Walter just laughed and attacked my sides once more, causing me to scream anew.

“Shhhh,” he warned me, “You’re going to make the neighbors think I’m murdering you.”

“YOU ARE!!!!” I shot back, twisting the little I could to evade his attack. I lost that battle in less than a second, and my screams grew louder as he dipped a finger into my belly button. He clapped a hand over my mouth to keep me quiet. I saw an idea spring to life on his face as I laughed into his hand, and I watched in horror as he slowly lowered his head.

I tried to bite him, tried to shake him off, but nothing I did could stop his descent toward my torso. Walter’s lips hovered an inch from my navel and he looked up at me as I glared at him, those icy blue eyes boring wickedly into my soul as he dramatically took a deep breath. I closed my eyes and braced myself for the hell that was about to ensue.

Walter blew a raspberry straight into my core and suddenly the world ceased to exist. The only thing that existed was tickles. He blew raspberry after raspberry all over my sensitive belly, scrubbing his beard against my skin each time he took a breath. His hands returned to scrabbling rapidly over my armpits and I absolutely howled, tears rolling down my face as I could to do nothing but lay there and take it.

“I’M SORRY!!!! I’M SORRY I’M SORRY I’M SORRY!!!” I screamed, face flushed red and desperate. Walter stopped tickling again and returned to his position of lying on top of me, his fingertips walking slowly up and down my armpits. It kept me giggling, but it was bearable.

“Sorry for what?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“For embarrassing you at the pa-HAR-ty,” I exclaimed.

“Good. Now admit you like this.”

“What the fuck, no I don’t!”

Walter just smiled knowingly.

“I could smell it halfway through, love… you’re soaked. Admit it, you got turned on by a little tickling.”

I shook my head. He wasn’t wrong, but I’d be damned if I gave him an excuse to do this again. Walter sighed.

“Alright, well I guess I’ll just have to keep tickling until you see reason.”

He started wiggling his fingers again and I gave in at once.

“NO NO NO OKAY! I’ll admit it I--” I swallowed thickly, sighing in defeat. “--I liked being tickled.”

“Well if you like it, I guess that’s no reason for me to stop,” Walter mused, reinstating his assault under my arms. I squealed.

“Oh god, Walter PLEASE STOP!” I begged, my lungs burning with the effort to breathe. He ran his hands up my arms, squeezing them gently as he kissed me. I moaned into his mouth, all at once ravenous to be taken. His lips found their way to my neck and I gasped, desire searing its way into my loins. I pulled at the cuffs, wanting to touch my husband and frustrated beyond words that I couldn’t. It seemed so unfair, seeing as though his hands were roaming my body freely.

“Walter,” I groaned, writhing underneath his touch. “Please uncuff me.”

“No,” he mumbled against my collarbone, slipping his fingers into the slick between my legs.

“I intend to fuck you, just like this. And when I’m done,” Walter looked into my eyes with the most serious expression I’d ever seen, except for a tiny glint of humor in his eyes. The slightest smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, one that made me shiver, and not in a good way. I knew that look. He leaned over and whispered in my ear the worst words I had ever heard in my life.

“When I’m done, I’m going to tickle you. All. Over. Again.”

I vowed then and there to hide any and all handcuffs that ever made their way into our apartment.

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libralita · 4 years ago

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Way of Kings Reread

This is my post Rhythm of War reread so if you don’t want spoilers for Rhythm of War then come back later. These are essentially just the notes I took during this read through so things like “Szeth is darkeyed” isn’t really stellar commentary but there are a few interesting things in here. Also this reread was like…very sporadic so I probably missed things.

“A man with a long grey and black beard slumped in the doorway, smiling foolishly—though whether from wine or a weak mind, Szeth could not tell.

‘Have you seen me?’ the man asked with slurred speech. He laughed then began to speak in gibberish, reaching for a wineskin.”—Page 23

Oh god, it’s Jezrien. Nooooo.

I’m curious to see how Humans being voidbringers plays into Szeth’s punishment.

“Occasionally, light would flash without the thunder. The slaves would groan in terror at this, thinking about the Stormfather, the shades of the Lost Radiants, or the Voidbringers—all of which were said to haunt the most violent highstorms.”

Interesting that they’re called the “shades”, perhaps referring to cognitive shadows?

“Talenelat’Elin, bearer of all agonies.”

Wait…do people know about Taln?

“This room is called the Veil…That which comes before the Palanaeum itself. Both were here when the city was founded. Some think these chambers might have been cut by the Dawnsingers themselves.”

First of all, Veil, haha. Second, interesting bit of lore.

“Thaylens had their own systems of rank.”

I’d like to know what it is.

It’s very interesting that philosophy and history are feminine arts and yet the merchant is still trying to sell Shallan on a romance novel

I wonder if Yalb still has his drawing. It was probably ruined so that sucks.

“There, she used all her remaining sphere to fill of all nine colors and all three sizes.”

Hmmmmmmmm. Nine and three. Interesting

“Then he’d have someone to talk to in Damnation. They could reminisce about how terrible Bridge Four had been, and agree that eternal fires were much more pleasant.”

K…Kaladin please don’t joke about that.

“His ways were odd—though Lirin made certain that his son didn’t mix up the Heralds and the Lost Radiants, Kal had heard his father say that he thought the Voidbringers weren’t real. Ridiculous.”

RIP

“He reached the base of the slop, wind-driven rain pelting his face as if trying to shove him back toward the camp.”

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

“She looked exhausted. ‘These things are heavy!’ She lifted the leaf. ‘I brought it for you!’”

I love her so much I could cry.

Szeth is a dark eyed.

We need to get the void sphere back.

“It was fairly ordinary, a simple piece of rock with a few quartz crystals set into it and a rusty vein of iron on one side.”

Iron.

“‘Today,’ King Elhokar announced, riding beneath the bright open sky, ‘is an excellent day to slay a god. Wouldn’t you say’”

Owwwwwwwwww my heart

“One might say that gods, as a rule, should fear the Althei nobility. Most of us at least.”

Y’know…Sadeas has a point

Actually they should probably fear Taravangian.

Sadeas wears red plate. I always imagine him in green.

Shardplate is naturally slate gray. I wonder if it’s the same color as what your limbs go if they’re cut by a shardblade. Hmmmm.

“Adolin found himself wishing, passionately, that his father would do a little more these days to live up to that reputation.”

Adolin, sweet pie, NO

I miss Elhokar so much

Also the Thrill of Contest, that’s interesting.

“I felt like a youth again, chasing after your father on some ridiculous challenge.”

Dalinar, we all know that it was Gavilar chasing you

“There was someone watching me in the darkness that night.”

My poor baby…

“‘I defy you, creature!’ Elhokar screamed. ‘I claim your life! They will see their gods crushed, just as they will see their king dead at my feet! I defy you!’”

Elhokar…

“Adolin—stalwart as always—had dismounted beside the king. He tried to stop the claws, striking at them as they fell. Unfortunately, there were four claws and only one of Adolin.”

Hmmmm, Adolin v 4 is becoming a pattern.

“Dalinar should have been there to defend him. Only two things remained of his beloved brother, two things that Dalinar could protect in a hope to earn some form of redemption: Gavilar’s kingdom and Gavilar’s son.”

Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

“Let me first assure you that the element is quite safe. I have found a good home for it. I protect its safety like I protect my own skin, you might say.”

It has been ten years and I still have no idea what this means.

“Kaladin punched Moash right in the gut, where he knew it would wind him. Moash gasped in shock, doubling over, and Kaladin stepped forward to grab him by the legs, slinging Moash over his shoulder.”

Ahhhhh I could read this paragraph over and over again.

“He worked himself ragged. In fact, he felt close to collapsing several times, but every time he did, he found a reserve of strength from somewhere.”

I wonder where.

“Rockbuds had opened nearby, their vines reaching out to lap up the beast’s blood.”

Gross.

Insult his son and the Blackthorn will peek through

“I had…things to be about.”

I don’t like the way Wit said that.

“You going to do Alethkar a favor and rid it of both of us?”

That is a very interesting line for Wit to say…Also concerning. Wit what are you up to?

It’s very interesting that without Sadeas and Gavilar, Dalinar has to learn how to be a politician. It’s clear that both men maneuver others while Dalinar is blunt force. Good character development, I really love it as a political scientist.

“Brother, follow the Codes tonight. There is something strange upon the winds.”

Hmmmmmmmmm, I think Gavilar was planning his death.

“We’d protect Gavilar’s son. No matter what the cost, no matter what other things came between us, we would protect Elhokar.”

…Would…Elhokar have died if Sadeas was still alive?

“The book was used by the Radiants as a kind of guidebook, a book of counsel on how to live their lives.”

That…something that I forgot. Dalinar maybe you should have some required reading in your Radiant generation.

It’s interesting that Shardplate and Rsyhadium have no problem with humans using them but shardblades do.

“Dalinar was shocked that he could remember the story word for word,”

Hmmmmmm

“Could he train himself out of freezing in battle like that?”

End me.

“You sure he’s not decayspren wearing a man’s skin?”

S…Syl…is that a problem we have to deal with?

“They break the land itself! They want it, but in their rage they will destroy it. Like the jealous man burns his rich things rather than let them be taken by his enemies! They come!”

The…humans?

“‘Hm,’ he said. ‘Yes. We’ll be getting right to that soon. It’ll be grand. Lots of prancing, sauntering, and er…’

‘Promenading?’ Yis the leatherworker offered.

‘Isn’t that a type of drink?’ Adolin asked.

‘Er, no, Brightlord. I’m fairly certain it’s another word for walking.’

‘Well, then,’ Adolin said. ‘We’ll do plenty of it too. Promenading. I always love a good promenading.’”

He and Shallan are truly made for each other.

“Highprince Aladar has begun to talk of taking a short vacation back to Althekar. I want to know if he’s serious.”

Oh?

It’s very interesting how Gavilar after death is portrayed as having grown weak and yet there’s so much reverence for him.

Three gods, huh?

It’s interesting that Dalinar can feel the thrill in these visions.

“It was a topaz entwined with a heliodor, both set into a fine metal framework, each stone as big as a man’s hand.”

Is that some kind of fabrial? Is she an edgedancer/truthwatcher? She seemed to have Stoneward shardplate. How confusing. I guess she could have borrowed Shardplate.

DABBID MY SON!

“‘Next time it could be you!’ he called. ‘What will you do if you’re the one that needs healing?’

‘I’ll die.’ Moash said, not even bothering to look back. ‘Out on the field, quickly, rather than back here over a week’s time.’”

Oh that would be so unfortunate.

REREADING THIS BOOK WITH THE TEFT SECTIONS OH OHHHHHHHHH BOY SUFFERING. LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE

“I was under the impression that you were going to aid the queen in protecting the king’s interests in Alethkar.”

That is interesting to think about. What would have happened in Navani had stayed in Alethkar? Did the Unmade compel Navani to go? Or would she have been under the influence of the Unmade?

“I have determined that the queen is sufficiently endowed with the requisite skills needed to hold Alethkar.”

Uhhhhhhhhhh

“‘Well, I suppose that’s all right,’ she said. ‘I kind of trust Sadeas.’”

Interesting. Also my son, my love, Elhokar...you are so dumb.

“‘You still argue he isn’t a bad king?’ Navani whispered. ‘My poor, distracted, oblivious boy.’”

HE COULD HAVE BEEN GREAT

Ishar is the herald of luck?

WAIT ROION! TURTLE MAN! My baby!

My god I sometimes forget that Dalinar has no fucking chill and no impulse control.

“The Almighty himself depended on the Alethi to train themselves in honorable battle so that when they died, they could join the Heralds’ army and win back the Tranquiline Halls.”

Is that…Honor’s influence or Odium’s? Or has Odium corrupted this idea? Because judging by Rhythm of War, Odium’s end goal was to raise an army from Roshar and then send them across the Cosmere.

“My sense of honor makes me easy to manipulate.”

Whaaaaaat? You Dalinar. Pffttttt Noooooo. Pfffftttttt.

“‘He is well, though you presence here is sorely missed. I’m certain he could use your counsel. He is relying heavily on Brightness Lalai to act as clerk.’

Perhaps that would make Jasnah return. There was little love lost between herself and Sadeas’s cousin, who was the king’s head scribe in he queen’s absence.”

First, there’s another Sadeas we must deal with besides Sadeas’s nephew that I’m sure will be around in arc 2. Second, interesting wonder where that drama stems from.

“They may be a little too stable. The world is changing outside, but the Shin seem determined to remain the same.”

Hmmmmmmmmmm

“Gavarah hadn’t reached her twentieth Weeping when she proposed the theory of the three realms.”

WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA. Lemme hear this theory, my dude.

“He reminds me of my uncle Dalinar. Earnest, sincere, concerned.” “We could do with more men like Taravangian,”

I…mmm….aw man…I…that’ll be a yikes for me.

“He found a half-finished bridge. It had eventually grown out of that one plank Kaladin had used.”

ASODFKJSLDFJSLDF JUST LIKE THE FOURTH BRIDGE

“Had something moved in the darkness?”

His spren?

“‘Roshone lets them know he finds them contemptible. And so they scramble to please him.

‘That makes no sense,’ Kal said.

‘It is the way of things,’ Lirin said, playing with one of the spheres on the table, rolling it beneath his fingers. ‘You’ll have to learn this, Kal. When men perceive the world as being right, we are content. But if we see a hole—a deficiency—we scramble to fill it.”

This feels like how Lirin is acting in Rhythm of War.

Y’know it really makes sense why Kabsal would be working for Thaidakar.

Is…Kabsal attempting to get Shallan to join the Ghostbloods? Rhythm of War makes me wonder how honest Kabsal was towards Shallan. Yeah, Jasnah thought Kabsal was just manipulating her but she didn’t say how she knew this.

“He smiled, then drew the bow across the edge of the metal plate, making it vibrate. The sand hopped and bounced, like tiny insects dropped onto something hot.

‘This,’ he said, ‘is called cymatics. The study of pattern that sounds make when interactive with a physical medium.’

As he drew the bow again, the plate made a sound, almost a pure note. It was actually enough to draw a single music spren, which spun for a moment in the air above him, then vanished. Kabsal finished, then gestured to the plate with a flourish.”

Well, Rhythm of War certainly made this more interesting.

“Bridgemen aren’t supposed to survive. There’s something about that. He wouldn’t be able to ask Lamaril. That man had gotten what he deserved, though. If Kaladin had the ability to choose, such would be the end of all lighteyes, the king included.

Your inner Moash is showing.

“I want you to go back into the barrack and tell the men to come out after the storm. Tell them to look up at me tied here. Tell them I’ll open my eyes and look back at them, and they’ll know that I survived.”

No wonder a religion might be forming around Kaladin.

“Teft lingered too, as if thinking to spend the storm with Kaladin. He eventually shook his head, muttering and joined the others. Kaladin thought he heard the man calling himself a coward.”—Page 517

Brandon Sanderson, leave me the fuck alone.

“‘Taking the Dawnsahrds, known to bind any creature voidish or mortal, he crawled up the steps crafted for Heralds, ten strides tall apiece, toward the grand temple above.’—From The Poem of Ista. I have found no modern explanation of what these ‘Dawnshards’ are. They seem ignored by scholars, though talk of them was obviously prevalent among those recording the early mythologies.”—Page 524

Wait…who’s he? And aw man this becomes more relevant in a few years.

“‘Then you’re not a murderer,’ Kaladin said.

‘Not for want of trying.’ Sigzil eyes grew distant. ‘I thought for certain I succeeded. It was not the wisest choice I made. My master…’

‘Is he the one you tried to kill?’

‘No.’”

We need some backstory.

Marabethia sounds similar to Twitter.

“It claimed that humming of all things, could make a Soulcasting more effective.”

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

“That isn’t the kind of thing the Dawnsingers did. They were healers, kindly spren by the Almighty to care for humans once were forced out of the Tranquiline Halls.”

Is…that right?

“‘We believe that the Voidbringers were real, Shallan. A scourge and plague.. A hundred times they came upon mankind. First casting us from the Tanquiline Halls, then trying to destroy us here on Roshar. They weren’t just spren that hid under rocks, then came out to steal someone’s laundry. They were creatures of terrible destructive power, forged in Damnation creature from hate.’

‘By whom?’ Shallan asked.

‘What?’

‘Who made them? I mean, the Almighty wasn’t likely to have ‘created something from hate.’ So what made them?’

‘Everything has its opposite, Shallan. The Almighty is a force of good. To balance his goodness, the cosmere needed the Voidbringers as his opposite.’”—Pages 634-635

Thaidakar’s reveal really makes Kabsal a more…suspicious character. Like how much does he actually know? How much does Thaidakar actually know? Also, I don’t know if Odium is the opposite of Honor. I guess we’d need all 16 shards names to compare.

“A city where people lived in gigantic, hollowed out stalactites hanging beneath a titanic sheltered ridge.”

EXCUSE ME WHAT

“‘I doubt many would disagree. But I mention these horrors for a purpose. You see, it has been my experience that no matter where you go, you will find some who abuse their power.’ He shrugged. ‘Eye color is not so odd a method, compared to many others I have seen. If you were to overthrow the lighteyes and place yourselves in power, Moash, I doubt that the world would be a very different place. The abuses would still happen. Simply to other people.’

Kaladin nodded slowly, but Moash shook his head. ‘No I’d change the world, Sigzil. And I mean to.’”

Hmmm, yeah that didn’t exactly work out.

“‘That makes you wiser, presumably?’

‘Damnation no,’ Teft said. ‘The only thing it proves is that I’ve more experience staying alive than you.’”

Brandon. Leave. Me. Alone.

“Cenn stopped wheezing. He convulsed once, eyes still open. ‘He watches!’ the boy hissed. ‘The black piper in the night. He holds us in his palm…playing a tune that no man can hear!’”—Page 671

Is…is that a reference to El?

“I’m sorry I drove you to suicide. Here’s some bread.”

How people on this website think Moash’s redemption arch is gonna go.

“‘…why Thaidakar would risk this?’ Amaram was saying, speaking in a soft voice. ‘But who else would it be? The Ghostbloos grow more bold.’”—Page 701

Jasnah was complaining last chapter how she hates being wrong but she was wrong about Shallan’s intentions and that Amaram is not as smart as he seems. Yeah, he’s wrong about who sent the shardbearer to kill him but if I was in the cosmere and someone tried to kill me, I would assume it was Thaidakar. On that note, holy fuck, I need to know what conversation prompted both Gavilar and Amaram to assume that someone trying to kill them had to be Thaidakar. I really hope that Gavilar’s pov is next for KOWT for his death so maybe we could get a conversation where they talk to Thaidakar through cube skype or maybe this avatar (whatever the hell that means.) God Rhythm of War makes this scene so much funnier.

“You’d have changed your mind. In a day or two, you’d have wanted the wealth and prestige—otehrs would have convinced you of it. You’d have demanded that I return them to you. It took hours to decide, but Restares is right—this is what must be done. For the good of Alethkar.”—Page 703

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa—this is why we reread—aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Kaladin is going to have some words with Restares.

What happened to Baxil and Av?

?????????????????????????? Why do these two Ardents know about the Physical/Cognitive/Spiritual realm?

“Eight weeks? Forty days of winter at once? That war rare.”—Page 728

Did the weather used to be more consistent on Roshar?

Oh god Rhythm of War has made the Recreance so hard to read.

“If I abandon my principles, then I become something far worse than they. A hypocrite.”—Page 741

A hypocrite is a just a man changing or something. I forget the quote.

“Have you been paying much attention to the conflict between the Tukari and the Emuli?”—Page 753

“And the Tukari are led by that god-priest of theirs, Tezim.”—Page 754

Look at the foreshadowing.

“‘Just as Hatham wishes his partner in negotiations to know of his goodwill, I wish you to know of our goodwill toward you, Brightlord.’

Dalinar frowned. He’d never had much to do with the ardents—his devotary was simple and straightforward. Dalinar got his fill of politics with the court; he had little desire to find more religion. ‘Why? What should it matter if I have goodwill toward you?’

The ardent smiled. ‘We will speak with you again.’ He bowed low and withdrew.”—Pages 756-757

OKAY AT FIRST I THOUGHT THIS WAS FUNNY BECAUSE THE ARDENTS GET VERY MIFFED AT DALINAR IN OATHBRINGER BUT “we” HOLY SHIT THAT’S ONE OF BUG PEOPLE NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

I can imagine why this bug man wants his goodwill because they’re pretty sure he’ll destroy them.

“‘This thing will not happen,’ Rock said. ‘Is impossible to get sphere out of the chasms.’

‘We could swallow them,’ Moash said.

‘You would choke. Spheres are too big, eh?’

‘I’ll better I could do it,’ Moash said. His eyes glittering, reflecting the verdant Stormlight. ‘That’s more money than I’ve ever seen. It’s worth the risk.’”—Page 766

I swear to god, one of these days Moash is going to swallow a sphere.

“You call him the Stormfather, here in Alethkar.”

So people in Alethkar think that Jezerin and the Stormfather are the same person?

“Light grows so distant. The storm never stops. I am broken, and all around me have died. I weep for the end of all things. He has won. Oh, he has beaten us.”

O…Oh man, I hope this isn’t foreshadowing for KOWT.

“We should have expected this, Dalinar thought. We started bringing two armies to a plateau, so they have done the same.”—Page 781

Interesting that Kaladin thought about this when fighting the Fused by Dalinar didn’t fighting the Listeners

“When other men failed, a field of crops got worms in them. When a surgeon failed someone died.”

Well…if your crops fail then you could very much cause a town to starve to death.

“Though there was one thing he clung to. An excuse, perhaps, like the dead emperor. It was the soul of the wretch. Apathy. The belief that nothing was his fault, the belief that he couldn’t change anything. If a man was cursed, or believe he didn’t have to care, then he didn’t need to hurt when he failed. Those failures couldn’t have been prevented. Someone or something else had ordained them.”

Those are some fucking foils right there.

“They watch me. Always. Waiting. I see their face in mirrors. Symbols, twisted, inhuman…”

Babbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbby

“I wish to sleep. I know now why you do what you do, and I hate you for it. I will not speak of the truths I see.”

The sibling?

“I’d surrendered my plans, but you’ve returned them to me. I’ll guard you with my life, Kaladin. I swear it to you, by the blood of my fathers.”—Page 881

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

LISTEN I KNOW ELHOKAR IS AN IDIOT BUT HE’S MY IDIOT

“The further you look, the more pieces that wind breaks into.”—Page 995

That’s interesting

“A champion could work well for you, but it is not certain. And…without the Dawnshards…”—Page 997

Well, we’ll see how Rysn plays into this.

#Brandon Sanderson #way of kings #Stormlight Archive #cosmere #TaylorRereadsSA

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bomberqueen17 · 5 years ago

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mutton chops

Last night’s Witchering session got off to a late start and then just... kept going until way after my bedtime, and I actually stood up to leave and go to bed and wound up standing there like the kids do in the middle of the floor far too close to the TV staring at it. You can see a lot more detail on this TV from close up, I think they’re right that the plasma screen is going a bit. Also I need new glasses. Anyway...

The main thing of note is that DF decided we needed some new fast travel points so he ran all around the map to expand what was on it, and that included going to Oxenfurt, and all he wanted in Oxenfurt, the entirety of what he wanted to do there, was to go to the barber shop.

oh yeah there’s an image behind the cut. Noooooo. DF literally cackled as he made his selections, and this is what we’re going with now, and it’s terrible.

He looks like... he’s got Lemmy’s facial hair (y’know, dude from Mötorhead, RIP, deaf forever 💔) but the hair, I don’t even know what that mullet is. It’s awful. It’s definitely not decent, IDK what that barber was thinking but I do commend him on his great sense in insisting Geralt be apparently nude for this process.

Anyway.

The first thing we did was deal with the botchling, and there was no doubt but that we were gonna make the Baron carry that thing the whole distance. The first attempt went badly, as we were taken off guard by the appearance of A ShitTon Of Wraiths, so we regrouped after getting destroyed and tried again, and I Googled it. “This guy says it took him ten tries on Death March,” I offered. And then I rattled off enough different One True Strategies to make it clear that there were any number of potential strategies.

And so DF managed it on the second try, having equipped a couple of tricks and been forewarned of what was going to go on. No particular strategy, per se, but remembering not to get too far away, and being quick with the Axii on the botchling. Success!

So we got the thing buried safely and then meditated a while, and then it showed up as a glowing thing and started to show us where to go. It moved at a hell of a clip and so Geralt had to sprint through the rather NPC-crowded settlement. “Can those people see that thing?” I asked, and literally as I spoke an NPC shrieked “WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT” so there was my answer.

The rest of the quest proceeded largely uneventfully, with a mild hiccup when DF forgot that rotfiends explode. A reload, and we were on our way.

Next bit of the quest complete, DF decided it was time to just... Run Around The Map a bit. So we set off to go back to the Riordan Manor for the chest of treasure we are assured was really there, and... went entirely the wrong way and spent forever running away from enemies only to see Kiera the sorceress standing, arms akimbo, next to the cave entrance. “Hi,” she said. “Bye,” we said, and high-tailed it back to the other end of the peninsula where sure enough, Riordan Manor was actually labeled the whole time. Listen.

Richer, and with some XP, we ran around a bunch more. Saved a woman from a burning building, and from the bandits besieging her, we looted a super-sweet pair of boots, which are bright gold metal to the knee. What the heck. Why not. Swiggity-swag.

We went to Oxenfurt, to see if we could. Once there, DF could not rest until he found the entrance to the scissors icon on the map. He has a deep sense of style, see, and was feeling schlubby. Geralt’s schlubby green gambeson had finally actually fallen apart in the midst of the lubberkin thing and he’d been forced to equip a somehow even less attractive schlubby gambeson. Of course he chose the WORST combination of hair and beard, and then put on the Fancy clothes from the Imperial audience and ran around like that, running into peasants and picking up fast travel markers and pulling every quest off the noticeboard.

Oh yeah. We made it to level 6 somewhere along there-- I think it was actually one of the tiny quests, maybe rescuing the woman in the burning building or something-- and, well. level 6 still isn’t very much when most of the quests you’re seeing are like, Recommended Level 22 or whatever.

So there’s a lot of leveling-up that has to happen. But, we did meet up with the Baron’s daughter, and were like, no gurl, you’re right, he’s a dick, don’t ever go back to him, I just need to tell him where you are so he’ll tell me where my daughter is. I have a feeling that her identifying the doll the Baron gave Geralt to give to her as Clara is going to be important to the dialogue, right? Like, that was clearly a test. If upon his return Geralt knows the doll is named Clara then obviously he met the girl.

Anyway-- after that the only really amusing thing that happened is that we cleared out a harpy nest from an abandoned fortress. Which went just fine, but one of the loot items the harpies dropped was Raw Meat. Presumably that’s harpy meat?? WTF. Anyway, DF has set it up so he can use food to regain vitality, and he always uses whatever Raw Meat he has first, and he’d been complaining that he was low and was going to have to finally eat that baked apple the woman with the pan had given him as a quest reward. (But it’s fresh! It’s so fresh, how could I eat it? She had it under her skirts or something in the pouring rain and now we’ve been carrying it in inventory for like two weeks of game time.)

In exploring, he climbed a ladder to the roof, and then decided there was nothing up there. Finding the ladder back down was annoying, so he eyeballed it, and just jumped. Lost about half his health on the landing, but then-- yes. Ate the raw meat he’d just taken off the harpy to regen.

So I got to have the vivid image of Geralt eating fresh raw bloody harpy meat basically straight from the carcass, and getting his horrifying muttonchop facial hair all full of gore and blood. Grosssssss. Gloriously gross, really.

Anyway somewhere Geralt looted himself a new gambeson that’s black with red accents and looks sort of, well. I mean. With the Motorhead hairdo and the shiny gold boots, it’s a Fashion Lewk, to be sure.

The end of the evening was spent running around Novigrod, simply because we found a way in. Picked up more quests, got some of the lay of the land, went up and found the Place of Power up top.

DF saved the game, looked around another moment, and then had Geralt fling himself off the cliff before quitting, because, well, why not.

We’re having the kind of Monday where Girl is having a half-hour meltdown over having refused to pick a movie and then not liking the movie we picked for break time, so that’s fucking fantastic.

#the witcher #witcher 3 #that quarantine life #we're all getting a bit punchy #video game violence #wee precious flower prince geralt

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queenofthefullmoon · 6 years ago

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An exhaustive list of Dark Souls II: Scholar of the First Sin bosses I would or would not date

The Last Giant

Listen… The Last Giant has No Face. I like dating people who have faces. Also, his arms detach and he’s like, at least 10 meters taller than me, so I think that would be a hazard. I think he’s more in need of a friend than a romantic partner. I’d gladly sit down with him and discuss his feelings, but we are not meant to date.

The Pursuer

The Pursuer is great because he’s just so… Rotund. He’s shaped like a friend. Or maybe… More than a friend… He’s got a biggass sword that glows blue, which is great if you need to get up at night to get water or a snack, and a big shield he can use to protect you from the hot Drangleic sun when you’re on a date. You never have to worry about losing him because HE WILL FIND YOU. I think he’s a catch.

Dragonrider

He almost didn’t make it in the list of bosses I would date, but encountering him so often made me have a soft spot for him. Plus he’s a little bit round and I’ve gotta say. Rotundness is where it’s at. He’s fun to fight so I feel like you could have some fun jousts together and then chill… And go, like, I don’t know, ride dragons*? Fun couple activities.

*although dragonrider is his name I’m not sure we saw any dragonrider ride a dragon so this is a shot in the dark

Old Dragonslayer

The Old Dragonslayer has a very sexy armor, I’ll give him that, but he 1. Has a furry mask (a terrible fashion faux pas that I cannot forgive) 2. Is just sitting in the Cathedral of Blue while a DRAGON is outside, unslayed, which says something about the quality of his work. I had to kill the dragon myself, while the Old Dragonslayer was sitting around… Being old, I guess. Not for me.

Flexile Sentry

DISGUSTING AND WRONG.

Ruin Sentinel

The Ruin Sentinels are arguably the sexiest armor bosses in all of Dark Souls II: Scholar of the First Sin. Something about these long lads and their eldritch identities and behaviors just tickles me the right way. The shape of their helmets looks a little bit like a turtle which gives them just enough cuteness while not taking away from the fact that I’m absolutely terrified of them and that they are in fact very scary (which is good). They’re also very tall which means they can carry me around and make me feel tall too. Definitely a good thing in a partner.

Belfry Gargoyles

I wouldn’t date the Belfry Gargoyles, but I’d be friends with them. I feel like they’d be fun at a sleepover. Girl’s night! Girl’s night!

Lost Sinner

I’d date the Lost Sinner. It might be a little bit controversial because yes she is a little bit nasty, I’m aware of that, but I think she just needs a little bit of company. I don’t want to change her, I love her right like she is, but if she wants me to teach her how to shower, I might just do it! I am a little bit biased because she’s got a big sword that looks really cool? Perhaps.

Executioner’s Chariot

NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO

Skeleton Lords

I think the Skeleton Lords are neat but I don’t really see myself dating them. Firstly, I’m not a skeleton fucker, so that puts a little bit of distance between us (given that they are in fact skeletons). They also have an army of skeleton children, which I’m just not ready to raise. I’m trying to find a date, not to become a skeleton mom. I feel like we’d be great friends though, I’d probably invite them over so they can practice their standup routine at my house while they leave their 30 skeletons children with the babysitter and we can like drink wine or something.

Covetous Demon

I would not date the Covetous Demon, but I would keep him as a mean dog in my yard to discourage my enemies from entering my property.

Baneful Queen Mytha

I’d be all here for the sniddies if Mytha kept her head on her neck but alas she is headless.

Smelter Demon

Mh… Yes. He’s big and large and he’s got horns. He could put me up on his shoulder and walk around and I’d be warm up there. Sounds like nothing but a good time.

Old Iron King

Ngghghhh….. I wanna say no but he is Ripped… Absolutely jacked! I’m also a hoe for horns and wings! What can I say. Call me out if I ever make fun of scalies again? (im gonna do that like in a few paragraphs anyway)

Scorpioness Najka

Given the fact that her own fiancé, made miserable by her, asks you to murder her, I don’t think Najka is a fine romantic partner. In addition to that, even though I was here for sniddies, scorpions are scary and gross me out, so no, I would not date Scorpioness Najka.

The Duke’s Dear Freja

She’ll remain dear to the Duke only and she is NOT invited in my yard.

Royal Rat Authority

Wouldn’t date the big rat that makes all of the rules, but similarly to the Covetous Demon, having him on my property to scare people away would be pretty neat.

Prowling Magus and The Congregation

Prowling Magus has a SICK aesthetic I can absolutely get behind (« look at my cool sorcerer boyfriend wearing his goat helmet ») and I’ve stated before I Am a Hoe for horns so we could have something going on.

The Congregation is however BANNED from this house so since they’re probably his buddies that would most likely be a point of tension. Ultimately it might be better for me to keep a platonic relationship with Prowling Magus, as I do not want hollows to crawl on my floor when he invites his friends over.

The Rotten

Oh no lol

Looking Glass Knight

NNNYES absolutely I would date the Looking Glass Knight. He’s not only really cool looking and a Very Dramatic Man (standing in the rain when you meet him… the scenery… the atmosphere… he knows how to make an entrance), but he’d also be a great person to bring with you for a night out.

Exhibit A: he’s really fucking tall and scary which would dissuade anyone from approaching you uninvited

Exhibit B : he carries a FULL BODY mirror around everywhere which means you can fix your hair and/or makeup at any time without needing a shitty pocket mirror or going to the bathroom

Exhibit C : if you need help he can summon a limitless amount of people through his mirror

Just a great partner all around.

Demon of Song

Ohhhhhh noooooo Lord nooooooooooooooo please! Please spare me

Velstadt, the Royal Aegis

Velstadt is very loyal (a real man for following Vendrick all the way to the Undead Crypt) and he’s also very tall, very large, very strong, and very stylish (see the scales cape he wears). I would’ve put him at the top of the date list, but he’s no dating material — he’s husband material. A little downside is that he might put his job before me but I get it. It’s career before everything. I will not limit my husband’s ambitions.

King Vendrick

Vendrick is taken by an eldritch entity and still very much in love with her despite the fact that she destroyed his kingdom and brought the entire civilization down and also caused him to become a war criminal and kill a pacific race of giants all on his own like a big boy so I’m not very interested in him.

Guardian Dragon & Ancient Dragon

I’m putting them together because they essentially boil down to the same thing : I’d offer them a home but I wouldn’t date them. The Guardian Dragon can stay outside and be feral with everyone else that I put in the yard, while the Ancient Dragon can have his own room and like is invited for tea sometimes, but that’s all.

Giant Lord

See Last Giant

Throne Defender & Watcher

I’m a little bit torn on this one because I’m experiencing bisexual panic. We’ve got cool large dude with a beard ; cool slender lady that jumps around everywhere ; they could both beat me up and they both look hot, help me. However, I have to say if I had to pick I’d got with the Throne Watcher because she is hot and looks slightly cooler. I’ve always wanted a very tall wife who could suplex me into the sun, which she could do in a heartbeat.

On the other hand, they do look like a power couple that I’d love to have for dinner and I’d hate to break them up while there are so many fish in the sea and they look so great with each other.

Nashandra

Human Nashandra looks pretty and soft, however anyone who witnessed my first blind playthrough of Dark Souls II: Scholar of the First Sin will tell you that she did not have me fooled and I was very wary of her from the beginning. Anyone who has witnessed my first fight with her looking very skeletal will also tell you that I screamed « WHAT IS THAT » for at least 5 minutes, so that probably gives you an idea of if I’d date her or not.

Also, her weapon of choice is a scythe, which looks cool, but is very unpractical, and just for this fatal mistake, she becomes undatable.

Darklurker

Wings… Four arms = twice the hugs… Cool hood… Yes…

Elana the Squalid Queen

She’s nasty and told me I was undeserving of the mire, which is pretty mean of her. Even if she thinks it, she could at least be nice about it. I would not date her.

Sinh the Slumbering Dragon

Sinh is BANNED from this house because he’s not just feral, he’s RABID and POISONOUS and if I let him live in the yard he could poison my entire property and I do not want that.

Fume Knight

Alas! The Fume Knight looks really cool and has a pretty sexy armor, but tales say that he was infatuated with another woman (whether he met her when she was already an Ashen Idol or not remains a mystery but I’m no one to judge his taste in women). I respect people’s crushes so I will let him be in love with whoever he fancies and they may come over for dinner, as long as they behave.

Aava, Lud and Zallen, the King’s pet

They are very welcome to live in the yard. They may come inside the house, but they are not allowed on the couch.

Burnt Ivory King

No… He loved his wife very much… I’d invite them over for dinner and MAYBE try to seduce one of his knights (they have sexy armors, what can I say).

Aldia, Scholar of the First Sin

Aldia is a weird dude and I wouldn’t feel safe around him. I think he’d probably kidnap me while I’m asleep and go do some experiments on me in his cursed mansion. It’s a no from me chief. Not to mention the fact that he’s a… tree?

Afflicted Graverobber, Ancient Soldier Varg, and Cerah the Old Explorer

I wouldn’t date them, even though their armors are pretty sexy, simply because they seem like a good group of friends and I wouldn’t feel comfortable inserting myself in the group. I think I’d even be too shy to befriend them, but if they wanna come by my house and have a good time, they’re welcome to do so.

Blue Smelter Demon

See Smelter Demon, but with more vigor because this one is blue.

Sir Alonne

Yeah… he’s got the eldritch factor that I like in the Ruin Sentinels while also seeming more human and he’s also a pretty stylish man. I feel like he’s one of the strongest contestants in the game and he wouldn’t mind my long nose, as he’s got one himself. Pretty sexy armor and he is a man of honor. Definitely a yes.

#oh boy i did it!#dark souls #dark souls 2 #dark souls 2: scholar of the first sin #blue's adventures #my posts #what can i say i love lists #ds2

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navybrat817 · 4 years ago

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Noooooo, Berry. RIP to the beard! He can always grow it back. 😉

RIP Stevie's new beard

*gifs not mine*

Kinktober day 19 - Shaving kink

Please note that my work is not to be reposted or published anywhere other than my Tumblr or AO3 account without my permission. Reblogs are most welcome though!

Note - can be read as a part two to Stevie's new beard. Bearded steeb is nice but I'll always stan his look at the beginning of endgame😌😌.

Dividers by @whimsicalrogers

Summary - You shave Steve's beard.

Warnings - 18+only please, smuttiness, some blood, daddy kink, d/s relationship.

Pairing - Steve Rogers x female reader

Word count - 1.9k

Masterlist is linked in the bio!

"No…" you murmured, completely taken aback, your lower lip trembling as you took in the scene in front of you. "Don't." you pleaded, almost considering kneeling in front of him - anything to make him stop.

"Sorry, pup," although he didn't sound sorry at all, he didn't even spare you a glance, laying out his shaving kit, his brush, cream, blade, "Captain America doesn't have a beard. And you said so yourself, I don't look like Steve anymore, whatever that means." Running his brush under a running tap.

"But… but," You gave him your best sparkling Disney Princess eyes, except he wasn't even looking at you. Apparently the freaking brush was more interesting than you! "I like it. You can't! You mustn't. Don't murder it, please!"

He huffed, turning the tap off he flung the brush to get rid of the excess water, he finally looked at you, raising a brow, "You like the beard more than me?"

"Nuh-uh," you shook your head, "I like the beard because it's on you and it feels so nice between my legs. Next you'll tell me you're cutting your hair!"

He ran a hand thorough his overgrown hair, "Maybe, it's getting a bit too long."

"No," you gasped.

"Come on, let me get done with this. So that I can go to work and then pick up new copies of our honeymoon photos. You know, since you ruined the old ones," he sassed, giving you a side eye as he splashed some water on his face.

"Stevieeeee," you whined, "I said I was sorry, how long do you plan on holding onto that?" poking his sides and pouting up at him to garner some sympathy.

Since you thought Steve wasn't going to make it to your birthday, you took it upon yourself to cut him out of a honeymoon scrapbook you had made him as a valentines present. You knew it was wrong, you acted out of sheer impulsive rage. You really regretted it when he did make it back home in time.

"I really liked that scrapbook," he gritted. He did. He had that heart eyes look in his eyes when you gave it to him.

"I was so sad, I thought I'd have to spend my birthday without you and I know maybe it's silly to you since you're such a grown up," you teased but that didn't make him smile even a little bit, maybe now was not the time for old man Steve jokes, "but I've always wanted to be doted on, especially on my birthday." You hugged him from his side, hoping your warmth would melt his coldness - also it was always nice to have Steve pressed up against you.

"And did I?" he smirked.

"Hm?" you furrowed your brows, looking at his reflection in confusion.

"Dot on you?"

"Yes, you did," you giggled. "It was very nice."

He got you diamonds and a beautiful red tulle dress before taking you to a surprise party thrown by your friends.

"And then I felt sorry for ruining the album."

"Well, that's alright. I understand - "

"And you forgive me?" you asked against his thin white tank top.

Putting his hand over yours, "Yes, of course. I could never stay mad at you, pup. But you still need to be taught a lesson."

You shuddered at the lingering threat in his voice, looking at him in the mirror, something about him saying that with the beard made it all the more scary and exciting, "How're you going to teach me a lesson, daddy?"

You hoped he'd edge the shit outta you, preferably before shaving so you could feel it for days, fuck you're going to miss that glorious beard.

"You enjoy your punishments far too much, you little minx," he tickled your love handles, nuzzling his beard in the crook of your neck making you giggle and squeal. "How about this," he let up, putting the blade in your palm, "you help me shave."

"Oh," you gulped, looking at the straight razor, the kind professional barbers use, "I'd love to! But I think I should use a normal razor. I'm not used to this one. What if I hurt you?" you blinked up at him.

"Don't worry, doll, you won't. A few nicks here and there are fine, you know I heal fast. It's easier to use than a plastic one, trust me."

You hummed, inspecting the shiny metal, "I thought you only liked it for aesthetic reasons. That it reminded you of the forties and stuff." You put it down, pushing Steve till he was sitting on top of your toilet seat.

You squeezed some of his shaving cream on the brush, "Let me dot on you for once." Standing beside him and leaning so you could lather him up but before that - you took a minute to admire him. Running your hands through the coarse hair, rubbing your smooth cheek against it before placing a soft kiss on it.

"I'll grow it back, pup," he promised because he just couldn't stand the sight of you mourning like that, "as soon as I'm done with this meeting."

You nodded, moving the brush over his beard in circular motions to create some suds.

"I have to say, this is pretty nice." He smiled at you which you returned.

Of course he couldn't keep his wandering hands to himself for long, his palm massaging your thigh before travelling up and squeezing your buttcheek under your nightie. And because he was feeling cheeky, he let his fingers graze over your intimate lips.

You squealed at the that, slapping his bare bicep as he chuckled, "Yeah, you can feel me up now if you want but when I have the razor in my hand you better keep those hands to yourself, mister. I don't want to hurt you."

"Yes, ma'am," he said before giving your ass one quick slap and retreating his hand.

You put the brush back on the counter, draping a towel over your shoulder, taking a deep breath and picking up the razor you opened it. "I'm having second thoughts…" You stood in front of him.

"I promise, doll, it's not as scary as it looks. But I'd understand if you feel uncomfortable," he pulled you closer to him, his thumbs drawing patterns on your hips as you contemplated it.

"I guess, maybe it's worth a shot. I mean I'm not gonna lie," you looked into his ocean eyes, "it's kinda… sexy? Am I crazy?"

"Nope, I think it's sexy too. Now, how do you wanna do this? You can sit on my lap." he offered, leaning back against the wall.

You let out a nervous chuckle as you straddled his thick thighs, which were spread wide, till you were flush against his hard chest. Unfortunately, you weren't wearing any underwear. With your nightgown all bunched up you were sure your ass was on display.

"I repeat, do not touch me or feel me up." You warned him and then realised how ridiculous you sounded. You loved nothing more than him touching you up - especially when he shouldn't be. But this was serious business.

"Roger that." he held onto your hips, not too tight, giving you enough space to move around however you liked.

With a shaky hand you placed the blade over his side burn, bringing it down along with the lather and some of his hair. You cleaned the blade using the towel on your shoulder.

You smiled upon seeing his smooth cheek. Sure he looked nice with the beard but he didn't look like himself - or maybe you still weren't used to it.

Your lips pursed in a thin line, eyes squinting in concentrate, carefully, as precisely as you could you worked the area around his lips and throat, knowing that those were the sensitive areas.

Finally, all that was left was his left cheek. Should be easy enough. You repeated the process and you thought you had done a good job until you saw crimson.

Gasping, you put the blade on the counter, pressing your towel on his pierced cheek, "I'm so sorry, I'm sorry," you kept chanting.

"Hey, it's okay, doll. Even I nick myself sometimes. It's normal, you did good. I promise." he cooed as his thumb rubbed your tear stained cheeks.

You hadn't even realised that you were crying. Sniffling, you shook your head, "Still, I can't believe I hurt you."

"It's okay, it'll be healed before you know it. You wanna keep going?"

Muttering a 'yes' you picked up the blade again. You had to complete the task, you were almost done.

Two more precise swipes and he was back to his old self. Putting the blade down, you didn't want to hurt him or yourself anymore, you went over to the counter, running a fresh towel under hot water.

He sighed as you rubbed the warm towel all over his face. "Thank you, that was very relaxing."

"Was it?" you frowned, "it was probably the most stressful thing I've ever done." Putting the towel over his face for a while as you collected his aftershave.

"Sorry, babe, I promise you don't have to do it again." He said as you patted the aftershave on his smooth baby cheeks.

"No no!" You exclaimed, "I wanna! I'll get better I promise. And look, it's almost healed."

"Told you so." He gave you a cheeky grin.

You sat on the edge of the tub as he went about his normal routine and then followed him to the closet as he put on the powder blue shirt you had picked out for him.

He gave you a cheeky grin, "You like it?" He asked, rubbing a hand over his jaw.

"Mm-hm," you cupped his cheeks in your palms and then pinched them, "Because I can see more of your face now. And more of your smile."

"Glad you're on board," he kissed each of your knuckles, gazing down at you. "Maybe we can both work on repairing the honeymoon scrapbook? And I expect a new scrapbook as well. Maybe of that trip we took to Disney with the team."

It was just an excuse to get one you to make one more, he loved the passion you put into your crafts and how your voice would always light up whenever you talked about them. And the cute little messages you'd put on top of or beside every picture.

"Okiee," you agreed, already planning the color scheme for it in your head "But don't you dare cut your hair, Steven. I like something to hold onto. You know? When I ride your face."

His breathe hitched at that, a blush creeping up his neck and to his bare cheeks. It was cute how he was so shy even after years of being with you.

He cleared his throat, "You're gonna get yourself in trouble again, doll." his voice hoarse as he threatened.

"Except you don't look so scary, not with your cute lil' face," you cooed, pulling on his cheeks, "and that million dollar smile I fell for."

He shook his head at your antics. "You can use my hair, and my face, all you like when I get home."

Kissing you goodbye he went on about his day. Dreading the meetings and the press conference he was supposed to attend but anticipating his return to you.

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akissatmidnight · 7 years ago

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If you’re anything like me, you watched the Outlander season three premier expecting to ugly sob, scream at the TV, and frantically text your friends that you were miserable and excited at the same time. I mean, I read the series multiple times, but I still watched on the edge of my seat.

Well, I can’t just stop at harassing my BFFs to bring me whisky to drown my sorrows, I need to tell the world every single one of my feelings about the premier episode of Voyager. So, if you haven’t had the chance to watch, please run away and maybe check out our Outlander page HERE for some spoiler-free fun.

When I turned on the TV, it was showing the finale of season two. That’s right, I had to have my heart ripped out again as I prepared to ugly cry…

Oh, god. Now the finale. Please…not the finale of season two, I’m still not over it.

Please, Claire, stay in Scotland, for the love of all that is good and tartan!

Noooooo she went homeeeee!

I need some reinforcements to get me through the premier. I’m already a hot mess, minus the hot.

YASSSS I’m hearing that OG Outlander theme song. Chills all over.

NOOO I’m seeing chains and all shots of some of the misery Jamie is going to feel on the field and in prison.

Claire, get yourself over the sea to…those standing stones and get your man!

Ugh, I feel like I’m going to say this a lot, but f*ck those redcoats. I know they’re just doing their job and most would rather not kill a bunch of Scottish guys, but just from seeing them in the intro, I know we won’t be friends.

Well, show officially begins by tearing my soul out while the camera pans over the bodies of the dead and dying. Greattttt.

F*ck you, red coats!

Someone please help Jamie. He needs a doctor, a drink, and a hug like nobodies business.

And F*ck you in advance, Charlie. I know you’re useless.

Back to crying.

Someone bring me a drink.

As someone with a history degree, watching all the screw ups on the battlefield is really painful. I know that the British had the money and the manpower to win, but there were so many mistakes made that lead to the fall of Culloden. And as a person with strong Scottish heritage, it’s weird to be watching what basically forced my family to flee to France and later Ireland before America.

Back to sobbing…

YAS, Jamie, you tear that red coat apart with your bare hands. Bathe in the blood of the vanquishes!

OMG it’s MURTAGH here to save the day!

Oh, wait…this might be the last time we ever see him…

Great, now my wine glass is filled with tears of loss.

Also, f*ck that red coat right there.

And there’s Black Jack “murderous rapist” Randall, here to make things on a bloody battlefield even worse!

Ugh, I hate is stupid, blue-blood guts.

Omg Black Jack got a swipe in to poor Jamie’s leg!

I hope Jamie gets the satisfaction of killing him…like straight up gutting him.

Look, it’s Dream Claire! Save him with your time-traveling love!

I’m not crying, you’re crying!

Rupert to the rescue! God bless that beautiful, one-eyed man!

Wow…that’s where Claire and Frank are going to be living?

How much does he make as a professor?!

Like…I know people are really anti-Frank, but my man is really trying.

He’s literally doing anything he can to make her happy, but Claire is having none of it.

Maybe that’s why the stove doesn’t work. It’s feeding off Claire’s despair and overwhelming grief at losing the love of her life.

But the wood work in that house? AMAZING!

I think Mrs. Nelson from next door is nice. She’s probably all about having another young, fun lady around to swap laundry and casserole secrets with.

Where did Claire perfect her open fire cooking? From her hottie with a body of a second husband, that’s who!

And does Frank like surprises? I got seven pounds of baby brewing in Claire’s stomach that says otherwise.

Okay…so where the hell is Murtagh? Where is that crazy, quiet, sassy man we all love so much?

Also, Rupert, if you can get an exit, leave. I’ve read the books, but I still have hope you will LEAVE AND NOT GET KILLED.

Claire looks so sad…I mean, I had the worst pregnancy, so I can commiserate to a degree, but the added grief she can’t really express must be terrible.

And this smarmy, intellectual asshole in the glasses can suck my dick.

He’s all, “Ooooh, Frank, you wife can read the newspaper? Mine only reads recipes like a good wife. And women learning how to accomplish historically male-dominated jobs? I’m laughing so hard, I almost spilled my sherry!”

I kinda wish Claire straight up stabbed him. She learned from true Highlanders how to kill a man quickly and with minimal mess.

It’s crazy to think that two hundred years in the past, Claire had more respect from men.

I’m gonna be real…Jamie wouldn’t have let some guy talk to his wife like that. I’m sympathetic to Frank’s feelings, but he could have said something.

Oh…wait…Jamie’s asking for Murtagh. I can’t take it!

Ugh, here are more red coats and their leader looks like one steaming pile of spotted dick, if you catch my drift.

Kill all the survivors? Yeah, I hate him.

Lord Melton looks a little too pleased at having to slaughter a bunch of wounded Scots.

And there’s Rupert bringing the sass. I’m going to miss that so much!

Ooooh, Lord Melton is going to let them write letters before being executed. How amazing is he?

I think Claire wants to be that bird…free in the wild.

Also, I’m feeling for her. She’s in that stage of pregnancy where you’re huge and don’t really give a shit that tea comes in bags, not tins.

It’s really clear that Frank isn’t coming to terms with Claire’s pregnancy. I get that he’s not the bio-dad and all that, but he offered to play daddy.

How awkward is this whole exchange?

He’s projecting right now. He isn’t really talking about getting citizenship, he’s talking about how he feels Claire left him (England) and everything he fought for (their marriage) so easily and it hurts.

But that whole “fucking other people” jab was low, even if it was right and she’s basically punishing Frank for the sin of not being Jamie.

Looks like I can never wear red again without being reminded of this extremely upsetting premier.

Melton, let the two kids go. You know they were basically going with the flow. They can’t even grow beards yet!

Oh, look, Melton’s being a spotted dick again.

We all need a Rupert in the hard times. He’s like a sturdy standing stone.

Ugh, Jamie said he can’t write to Claire because she’s gone. I need an adult. Hold me…

Rupert was very underrated in this show.

God speed to heaven, you beautiful bastard! You were too good for this world.

Don’t cry, Jamie. If you cry, I cry and then we’re all sobbing messes with blotchy faces tomorrow!

“I’m sorry, Claire,” he says…I can’t take it.

That couch Frank is sleeping on looks really pretty but very uncomfortable.

Hold up. What’s he doing at that desk? A letter?

TO THE GOOD REVEREND?!

Ugh, what a time for Brianna to decide to be born. Just like Claire’s daughter to do something at an inopportune time.

Here’s Melton again, bringing those good vibes.

Look now noble. “No man shall be shot lying down on my watch!”

Now they’re chatting it up about John Grey while Jamie’s bleeding out in a pile of hay.

Now Melton says Grey’s his bro and he wants to pay the debt Grey owes Jamie.

What a stand up fella (sarcasm).

And look at this asshole trying to shoot Jamie under and alias.

This is why we can’t have nice things.

Oh, look…another man acting like Claire is a coffee table or something.

Like, dude, she literally travels through time and parties with some of the biggest names in history.

Suck a haggis.

Oops. Claire really just dropped the miscarriage on Frank like that. Ouch.

Again, I know Franks not Jamie and all that, but he is trying!

And at least they can joke about that ashtray now. Good sign for the future.

There’s that historical “twilight birth”!

Side note, the show Call the Midwife is all about midwifery during that time period and it’s a great show!

Omg there’s Jenny! Beautiful Jenny!

Is that…LALLYBROCH!

We’re all finally home.

Give Claire that baby! I know you have her!!

Look at that healthy little redhead.

Frank, you’re killing me. You’re just trying to love your family!

Oh, no. Where did she get that red hair? Talk about salt in the wound.

Btw she got it from her da.

Ugh, you guys. That was a tough watch for so many reasons, but it’s also so nice that the Droughtlander is finally at an end. Now, I don’t know about you, but I need a stiff drink and a hug. Preferably by a tall, red haired, handsome Scot. And if you’re craving more Outlander fun, check out our Outlander page HERE!

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Outlander Premier Feels If you're anything like me, you watched the Outlander season three premier expecting to ugly sob, scream at the TV, and frantically text your friends that you were miserable and excited at the same time.

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infinityknight25 · 8 years ago

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Punisher Kills Gotham part 12

January 2, 2017

I’ve been holed up in my run down, slummy hideout since Christmas. “Our top two news stories this evening are as follows.” The female Hispanic news anchor began “It is suspected that the fire at the old abandoned toy factory may have been set by the new vigilante. Two remains were found. That being the Joker and Harley Quinn. The mask of infamous assassin Deathstroke was found in the ash as well. The fire chief says it is believed that the vigilante killed Joker and Harley. The something happened 29th Deathstroke in which resulted with Deathstroke being put in one of the incinerators that caused the fire.” They hit the nail on the head.

“Our next story. Arkham Asylum is experiencing bedlam as many of the inmates are convinced the vigilante will show up and kill then like many other criminals in the city have been. Several have even been put on suicide watch.“ That’s just tragic. Guess I need to pay them a visit.

“This just in some of the patients including Clayface have begun rioting and attempting to break free from their rooms.” The Punisher had no idea what was going on as he made his way through the parking lot dressed as a male nurse. He use an id that he swiped from someone to get through a security door. It lead to a poorly lit hallway. He saw a dark wooden door with no name on it. He went in and saw a man sitting at a desk with round frame glasses. He wore a doctor’s robe, bald head and had a grey chin strap beard. He was very focused on reading and writing papers on his desk. “Doctor Hugo Strange?” “Yes. What is it?” He said looking up to see the barrel of a pistol in his face. BLAM! His body fell out of his computer chair. Punisher noticed a thermostat on the wall labeled Victor Freeze’ s room. It was set to seven degrees. Punisher turned it up to seventy and ripped the display off the wall. He grabbed Freeze’ s gun that was in a trophy case on a wall. He walked back into the hallway that was an employee’s only area and went through a door that lead into the main part of Arkham Asylum. To his left he saw Victor Freeze’ s door with ice on the window. It was starting to melt. He could hear Freeze screaming in pain as he walked down the hallway full of patients. His next victims. He opened a door inside a red headed woman in green spandex was tending to several species of plants. She never even seen him or the flame coming. He went to another door. When he opened he saw the doctor from the news. The man better known as scarecrow. He was sitting crossed legged on the floor. Staring out a window into the cold black night. “I wondered when this time would come. It’s funny. Being the man who was obsessed with making others feel fear. Now I’m the one full of fear.” Punisher cocked the hammer back on his pistol. He never even turned around.“Your a product of something that happened to you. Now you want to make sure it never happens to anyone else. I don’t blame you for what you do.” Blam! The next few target’s went down easier than any of the others. The Mad Hatter. The ventriloquist. So many of them fallen he didn’t care who many of them were. Most were just minor level scum. Still needing to be punished. “This just in. Clayface has escaped his room and is now free in Arkham. It’s been seen on security camera’s that the vigilante is in the Asylum and has been quickly laying waste to the inmates. Now we are getting word that Batman is on the roof of the Asylum. Let’s go live to the scene.” Punisher chased the big reddish brown man into the Dent Wing that was still under construction. “Your hunt ends here! ” Shouted Clayface. He sent hardened clay spikes through the air. Punisher shot them down with the freeze gun. Next he shot Clayface, covering him and a thick layer of ice. Shutting down his cells. Batman came out of nowhere. Tackling Punisher to the ground. “ Bout time pointy ears.” Punisher chuckled as he pulled himself up. “You’re done hurting people.” Batman said. “You’re kidding me.” Punisher said. “These people deserved to die.” “No they don’t!” Batman replied. Punisher squinted. “So your saying all the serial killin, hostage takin,and so on deserve to have …. What another chance?!” “They can change!” “No!!! They never will! They made their choice. They don’t want to change!” “You kill them what makes you different? Your just a killer too.” Punisher pulled out a knife. “I bring them to justice better than you EVER will.” He threw the knife at a rope holding up a massive piece of concrete. It fell on top of the frozen Clayface, shattering him into a thousand useless pieces. Batman jumped and took Punisher through a window. Both men rolled down a hill, onto the edge of a cliff. Punisher jumped up and reached for a weapon. They had all fallen off on the way down the hill. The sun was coming up. Batman was standing fists clinched. “You can surrender now and no pain will come to you.” “I ain’t backin down from anyone who’s scared to pull the trigger.” The ran at each other. Batman landed a punch to the Punisher’s jaw. He stumbled back. Batman didn’t let up he hit him in the gut. Punisher elbowed Batman in the head. Batman grabbed Punisher’s elbow and flipped him on the ground. Punisher went to use his arm to sweep Batmans legs out from under him. Batman stepped on it. “Your done here.” “I’m not a quitter.” Punisher replied. He tried to punch Batman in the knee with his free hand, but Batman jumped out of the way. Punisher began to try to pick himself up. As he was on his hands and knees, Batman kicked him in the mouth. “It’s over.” Punisher laughed. “ No….. It’s over for Bane. You can’t even save the bad guys from me.” The little stab hit Batman extremely heavy. He was instantly filled with rage. He went to pummel the Punisher. Suddenly green magical chains wrapped around the Batman. “C'mon Frank. The chains won’t hold him long.“Doctor Strange said coming through a portal back his and Punisher’s universe. Strange was dressed in the cloak of levitation and his blue robes as always. He had the Eye of Aggamoto on him as well. He picked up the beaten Punisher. His lower lip bleeding and his right eye swollen shut. Both men went back through the portal. Once the portal closed the green magical chains disappeared. "No. No. Noooooo!!!!!” Batman screamed in frustration. For he had nothing now. The Punisher had killed all the criminals in Gotham. Once the duo came through the portal into they’re own universe in a room filled with the members of the Eviscereight and Xavier’s presidential administration. Strange picked Punisher up by the collar and slammed him against a wall. “What did you do Frank!? I told you to keep your head down!!” Punisher gurggled. “That place was worse off than here Steve. I did them a favor.” “Stephen. I understand your frustration. But Frank will have to atone for what he’s done for a minimal of the next for years. And Frank I need you to become the old Frank Castle. A soldier. You are still the Punisher but I need you to be that within the law. Can you do that Frank?” Punisher stood straight up, fixed his vest, wiped the blood from his lip and said. “Yes sir.”

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