#on-the-stark-way-to-hell

[stxar-pvnk]

Tony arguing with Peter

Tony: I told you to stay put! What did you do? Not stay put!

Peter: I had to save those lives Mr stark! They were in danger! A building was falling on them!

Tony: that doesn't mean you fling yourself under said building nearly crushing your body! You could've died!

Steve: son, if I may just add-

Peter and tony: STAY OUT OF THIS STAR SPANGLED MAN!

Steve: woah.

[dipperscavern]

about to go to bed, but this post got me thinking… cregan x reader w strange interests.,… walk with me here

people have always been a bit… unaccepting, when it comes to you and the things you like. they’ll enjoy your personality well enough, laugh with you at feasts, treat you courteously at gatherings, but decide they don’t enjoy your company the moment you show a different part of yourself.

one that takes a special interest in poisonous plants, knows how to prepare a body after death, collects bones and feathers, charts astrology… and your pets are usually quite successful in labeling you as completely mad.

you understand to some extent. different is strange, and people reject the things they don’t understand. such is the games of highborns (a rather cruel dance, really.) but you found you couldn’t find it within yourself to try and change. after all, comparison is the thief of joy, as your beloved old maester would say.

you were alright with solidarity, if being alone meant being yourself — but the old gods have always been said to have a sense of humor.

it seems cregan stark is not so off put by such oddities. quite the opposite, in fact.

your pet spider doesn’t repulse him, like it does the others. while he would’ve been most content to allow you the sole responsibility of spider-handling, it didn’t take much convincing on your part. only a simple statement of reassurance, a small smile, a warmth of your cheeks at his interest, and cregan finds himself sat on the bed as you retrieve your eight-legged friend.

whatever doubts he harbors instantly vanish as you sit across from him, un-cupping your hands to reveal a much bigger spider than he previously thought. tarantula, he’s heard the maesters say (with horror.)

while one holds the maesters’ worst nightmare, your other hand reaches for his. he takes note of your warmth, the softness of your hands in comparison to his own. people usually don’t touch him without permission, and, perhaps strangely, he wishes you to never hesitate when doing so.

he uncurls his palm for you, and before you transfer the creature, you softly ask for him to “please don’t scare him.” — and cregan’s heart skips a beat, because he knows at that very moment, he would heed your every request. anything you ask of him, it is yours.

perhaps this revelation would produce a greater affect on lord stark if he wasn’t so encapsulated with staying still while your creature begins to crawl from your palm to his own.

its great work to not tense himself or pull away when it happens, but you watch him so intensely, waiting to pull your creature to safety at any indicator. so he stills. you ground him, even if unaware.

once your creature is fully in his palm, it seems comfortable. sitting itself, abdomen flush to cregan’s palm to encompass the warmth he offers. you sit like that in silence for a moment, cregan observing it’s markings, and you waiting for the warden of the north’s assessment of you and your creature.

after some time, cregan speaks, tone different from the usual one of lord stark.

“Does he have a name?”

you can’t help but smile at his words, and he can’t help the way your expression makes one of his own tug at his lips. “Bones.”

“Bones?” he repeats, face relaxing in his surprise. his words don’t contain any malice, only a question in its tone.

you nod tentatively, as if awaiting judgement. “When found in the kitchens, a cook tried killing him with a chicken bone.”

his gaze momentarily flickers to the spider as he nods his head, a sort of understanding passing between the wolf and the arachnid. something else is there, too. a fondness for you unfurling in his chest — how you can find beauty in such things; things deemed unwanted by most people.

cregan’s gaze finds you again, and you look at the spider in his hands with such reverence it makes his lips part in silent adoration.

you’ve captured him, he thinks. he’s damned.

[wolfsong-the-bloody-beast]

I'm kind of obsessed with Blackwall's idealized ideas about the Wardens. He was once picked up by a Warden and lulled by the promise of atoning for his crimes and turning his life around, only for that opportunity to slip away when the Warden not only saved him, but sacrificed his own life to do it. This whole experience makes our Blackwall become a Warden in heart, if not in blood, but with his own ideas of what a Grey Warden should be - noble, brave, inspiring, heroic, self-sacrificial. Everything he now wants to embody. He knows well that he's not there, but he wants nothing more than to start from scratch and be that.

In his beliefs, he reminds me a bit of Wynne in Origins who tells the Warden at some point that the Grey Wardens are supposed to be more than killing machines and weapons against the blight.

“There’s more to being a Grey Warden than killing darkspawn and saving the world from the Blight. Ultimately, being a Grey Warden is about serving others, about serving all people, whether elves or dwarves or men. As a Grey Warden, you are a guardian of men. And you guard them because their continued existence is more important than you are.”

However, we know that's not exactly how it works. That's what they want the Wardens to be. The light against darkness. The shield against monsters.

Although it's not entirely wrong, either, I suppose, all things considered. The more darkspawn they obliterate and push back, the more people are protected from them. Of course, sacrificing their lives to fight literal monsters, which means those same monsters don't eat everybody's kids, ultimately is heroic, and it's something that must have been born out of the need to protect the world and its inhabitants (from the Blight). But to have idealized opinions of the Wardens to this degree, you have to ignore all the other shady stuff and the mentality we, as players, also know the Wardens for. The fact that the Wardens are primarily weapons to slay darkspawn, prevent and end Blights, by any means necessary. The last part is important. After all, they are the Grey Wardens, not the White Wardens. They recruit from all walks of life and are famous for taking in criminals. Not to redeem themselves and get a second chance at life, but because they usually have nowhere to go and nothing left to lose. It's not a coincidence that each of the Origins gets chosen by Duncan, not only because he sees them as capable, but also because they are in a situation they can't escape from. Either they join the Wardens, or they're done for.

We know the Wardens from a few games now, but does the public in the setting even know? Does the average person have any idea how far the Wardens are willing to go? Besides grand stories of slaying monsters in the dark and preventing the end of the world? Probably not. The order is very secretive. And it explains a lot. The Wardens end up sounding almost romantic, when being a Warden is anything but. Is it ignorance talking out of these characters? Perhaps.

It once again shows us this aspect of Dragon Age where you can't take everything a character says as a fact, because the setting is full of people who have no idea what they're talking about, but who are absolutely convinced that they do.

And yet, I can't help but also like Wynne's and Blackwall's romantic ideas about what the Wardens are or should be, almost knights in shining armour and all that. They're fairy tales, but they're beautiful fairy tales. And I can't fault the characters for wanting to believe it or even live it. Especially in case of Blackwall, who sees it as a way to make up for the crimes he committed, somewhat. In the end, this might actually be a bigger draw to join the Wardens than, "Got nowhere to go? Come suffer horribly and probably die gruesomely with us!" It all sounds great on paper, though. I can't fault Davrin for trying to find purpose in life by becoming a monster hunter, either.

And maybe a little bit of idealism doesn't hurt. Not only it's good motivation, but in the end, doing things by "any means necessary" doesn't always pay off, either. It led the Wardens into all kinds of trouble, like getting tricked into employing dangerous forms of blood magic and demon summoning, basically into doing their enemy's work for them. In their determination to win at any cost, they helped trigger a cataclysmic event. Maybe having some principles isn't so bad after all.

In the end, I can appreciate that we get to see the clash of the old and new blood in Veilguard, where there's hope for the order to transform into an organization that's less secretive, less exclusive, and hopefully less prone to letting corruption spread through its ranks and make other devastating mistakes. Duncan once said that letting people join the Wardens isn't an "act of charity", and I like how Evka and Antoine go, "Yeah, you know what? Fuck that." And that likely inspires more loyalty. I imagine Blackwall would like that.

[navree]

people doing this whole "look at how rhaenys acted with corlys's bastard son vs how catelyn acted with jon snow" to demonize one or the other is weird because, like, maybe it's just me, but i think that catelyn and rhaenys had different reactions because they're different people in different situations.

[chaztalk]

[lemonhemlock]

I don’t know why House Stark makes Targs fanatics foam at the mouth when the Lannisters have been that family’s biggest nightmare throughout their reign, and Aerys was incredibly jealous of Tywin and felt upstaged by him. The Lannisters putting in all the hard work to bring down that cursed dynasty since they set foot on Westerosi soil and their effort doesn’t even get appreciated. And thanks to Cersei, Rhaenyra’s and Daemon’s descendants no longer sat on the Iron Throne (because let’s not forget that Robert is their direct descendant and his paternal grandmother is Rhaelle Targaryen).

i have to say, i haven't paid much mind to targnation-starkdom diplomatic relations in order to make a qualified assessment about this. i was under the impression that targ stans were mostly neutral about the starks as a whole? the only one they really seemed to hate was sansa

and, honestly, a lot of that is due to their inability to identify that daenerys and house stark MAY end up having differing, incompatible objectives, otherwise, yes, they would be absolutely foaming at the mouth. but from what i've observed, they mostly just can't fathom why anyone "decent" could ever possibly align themselves against god empress dany christgaryen, so in their fantasies, dany & the starks mostly end up being friends

the sansa opposition is a direct influence of the show, because, for some reason, d&d decided to pile all the possible stark/north dissatisfaction with daenerys on top of her and make her the odd one out

as for the second part of your post, i, for one always found it pretty cool how the targaryens' (+valyrians') doom was entwined with house lannister in one way or the other, but there's no current evidence that this was some long-form historical plan of theirs passed from generation to generation. they have been opportunistic and sometimes even ruthless in their advancement, but i'd say they settled for the nuclear option only as a last resort. tywin's betrayal of aerys came after long years of deranged behaviour and when he was more-or-less losing the war anyway, whereas cersei endured a lot at robert's hands before she decided to hurry his death along. her motives were entirely personal, not ideological i.e. some parasocial historical beef with daemyra :))

also, since i've already started ranting, i wish we could nuance the discussion of robert's death a little bit, because people are a little too eager to point the regicide finger at cersei, IMO. yes, she told lancel to spike robert's wine, but lancel didn't hold the king down and waterboard him with alcohol against his will. even if robert didn't know it was strongwine, he knew it was WINE and he kept drinking it while intentionally and purposelessly placing himself in a dangerous situation. he surely must have felt it was heady, yet he kept drinking it and did nothing to modify his behaviour - basically the equivalent of a medieval DYI. robert was fully in charge of his decisions and his bodily integrity and he chose to do the stupid thing anyway. he wasn't murdered. he did this to himself.

[daincrediblegg]

how did nobody see the sexual tension between Lord Varys and Little Finger during the original run jesus christ it's teeming

[pangaeaseas]

ok this is the end of the Snape lily marauders discourse posting hopefully but

someday someone should do a full breakdown on why (and also how and when) the fuck fandoms for major fantasy book series treat the male protagonist's mother in such bizarre ways depending on how they feel about the morality of a male backstory character positioned in conflict with another male backstory character. this is about lyanna stark btw

[winterspiderpurrs]

Okay but...

Peter wants to show off his kinda beat up new car. He got it for great price! It came from the junk yard, and he put a lot of work to make it run.

He finally is able to convince Tony to get in the car with him. And when he goes to connect to his Bluetooth, the last thing that played volume on his phone reads out on the radio. Even though the window was closed. Even though he signed out of his pornhub account. Across the dash of the car, read the headline to the last porn he watched.

Peter is MORTIFIED.

Tony is 1st stunned, then tries to process what he read. Then he has questions. Peter will NOT be getting out of this.

[moonchild-in-blue]

Yearning friends, gather round for story time 💗💌

So as I had previously mentioned, me and my dad are doing some house renovations, and we've been clearing our office/storage room.

While cleaning, I have found my mom's box with all of my dad's letters to her when they were dating, back in the early 90's. They met when my dad came to Portugal on a youth mission trip, and he had to go back home after like, a month or two. So my dad was in Brazil, while my mom was in Portugal, and for almost 6 (!!!) years, they were doing long-distance through letters almost exclusively. International phone calls were crazy expensive, and they were too poor to even dream of computers, so, snail mail was the way to go.

My dad, who's ridiculously talented, would draw pictures on the envelopes for my mom 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

I didn't want to go through them, because private, but I did snag a few pics to show you guys, because how adorable and lovely is this???

Picture on the right reads:

"Because your heart is an island, hundreds of miles away from here." 🥺💌

Bonus because this was VERY CUTE:

"Dearest [mom's name], I like you, I love you, I want you!"

AJSGDKSOSGSK I'M SO OKAY I SWEAR 🥺💔

[lesbicastagna]

maybe it's because i grew up on magical girls but i never understand the hate for the naive/innocent/optimistic character archetype. it can be frustrating to watch yes, but that is often the point...

[the-faultofdaedalus]

mmmm what if hydra tahiti’d the maximoffs what if that’s why they’re so Like That

[shitpostingsapphic]

I want to talk about THIS moment. Right before. There's a TON of people misreading Caitlyn's intent because she's using such a playful demeanor after Vi's sorrowful self-deprecation. To be honest, it's the best response she could have had, and the best tactic. Her demeanor serves as a stark contrast to the spiral of self hatred that Vi is going down, and it's an excellent distraction. Caitlyn is stopping her line of thinking, right then and there, and she does it while delivering one of the most romantic and understated declarations of love I've ever seen.

Stay with me here.

Let's be very clear: Caitlyn did NOT come to the cell with the goal of seducing Vi. Not even. How do we know? Aside from several context clues that come before this scene, the way Caitlyn responds to the kiss is very telling:

See how long it takes Cait to even register what the fuck is going on?? She's literally like "oh. OH. we're kissing? WE'RE KISSING." And Vi also OPENS HER EYES very briefly, to check that Caitlyn is as into this as she is, right as Cait settles into the kiss, likely sensing her hesitation/delayed reaction. This scene is NOT Caitlyn seducing Vi. This scene is Caitlyn giving herself to Vi, and Vi choosing exactly what she wants to do with her, which is VERY different.

What does Caitlyn say right before the kiss? She says, "Do you really think I needed all the guards at the hexgates?" Translation: I left Jinx's cell unguarded on purpose. I want you to know that I heard you during our last conversation. I want you to know that I trust you. I want you to know that my love and care for you is more important than my need to sate my grief and desire for revenge. I choose you.

And following: "Sorry to say, you've grown a bit predictable." Translation: I know you. I see you. I knew you would choose this, coming after your sister, and I facilitated the circumstances in which you COULD choose this. You don't choose wrong. You choose love, and I understand that now. I want you to know that I support your choices, and they won't cost you the people you care about, at least not me, not anymore. I know that you'll always choose your sister, and I've made peace with that. What you want is what I want.

That is MONUMENTAL. That's quite possibly one of the most romantic things I've ever seen in media. Because who the hell has the guts to give up their grief and forgive their mother's murderer, all for love? That's a level of sacrifice that not enough people are acknowledging.

People say Caitlyn never changed, never felt remorse, never grew from the bad choices she made. I say wrong. And this was the turning point.

[halalgirlmeg]

I bet I could speed run the entire iwtv book series before season 2 starts

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[heartofjasmina]

Tomura wanted to hate you. You were a soft little thing, defenseless. Hell, when Dabi pinched at and toyed with you (like a cat with a mouse) you hid behind Tomura like he was your savior or something. It made his stomach twist sickly, and it made his dick hard. You were a stray- just a stray he picked up from the middle of the chaos of his destruction. He'd dusted some creep who had been using the fray to corner women with disgusting intentions. From then on you looked at Tomura like he was.. good.

He should have threatened you when you grabbed onto his arm and refused to let go, begging him with big fat tears in your pretty eyes, "T-take me with you, p-please, I'll do anything-" He should have told you that no good would come from associating with him. But those tears of yours, the way your tits pressed into his arm, it messed with his head.

The first time he fucks you (and that all it is, he has to remind himself, just a fuck) he makes you cum on his tongue for hours before he even thinks about putting his dick in you. He can admit, to himself alone, he'd been craving this. Your juices on his chin, your pretty moans filling his stark room as you cry out his name. His name. You're crying again when he finally moves over you and he thinks to himself, he likes you like this. Desperate, crying and clinging to him. His cock aches his tip wet and sticky with pre as it slaps against his stomach once he pushes his boxers down his thighs. You whimper as you spread your thighs wider, impossibly eager for him. He looks to your face, to burn it into his memory as he slowly enters you. It's a struggle for you, your tiny pussy trying valiantly to suck his girth inside. But his fat cock is just barely too much for you and God he loves it.

"T-tomura," You sniff with your arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer as you gasp breathlessly, "Need you.."

Just a fuck, he reminds himself. But he's painfully gentle with you as he let's you get accustomed to his size. Let's you hold onto him, kisses your forehead, your eyes, everywhere but your mouth. Everywhere but where he can't let himself.

When your pussy starts to clench around him, when your hips start to move restlessly, the time for gentleness is over.

Now he's focused on thrusting into you as deep as he can, he wants your juices on his balls. He wants his cockhead bullying your cervix. And somehow you let him. You welcome every thrust with sounds that drive him crazy. You still want him? When he's animalistic in his need to take take take all that you give. When he's selfishly groping every inch of you that he can reach. Your tits, your ass, your stomach that jiggles with every thrust.

But he can see it, the desire and trust in your eyes, he can feel your pussy creaming on his cock. And it sends him over the edge.

To his utter amazement, you cum just from feeling his load spewing into your pussy.

Tomura wants to hate you, but he really. Really can't.